The words appeared on his screen, the lies from "him." The words threw the feeling of worry into his stomach and made him sick. He immediently sent the same words to his ally Meka and looked to his Cellphone. He had to make sure... were they lies? Biran's thoughts changed. What if they were truth? No... she wouldn't. would she? Brian's stomach dared him to think about it a bit more. He was on the verge of puking. He took the cellphone and held it for a second. Over MSN, he asked Meka if he should call. He didn't wait for a reply and punched in his cousin's number. The phone rang once.... twice.... three times...
"Hi, You've reached-"
"Damnit..." Brian said as he snapped the phone shut. There was no way he would leave a message about this on his cousin's mom's cellphone. That would be a bad idea. So, he tried again. The phone rang once.... Twice....
"Hello?" his cousin's voice filled his ear and brought happyness and sadness at the same time. It was a good thing because he could ask if the "lies" were actually true, but it was bad in a way because Brian was a pretty emotional person, and hearing her voice with him thinking of what she might have done... well it was a blow that Brian just couldn't take.
"Is it true?" Brian asked immediently without saying a thing about the situation.
"What?" His cousin was confused, of course.
"Is it true? He said...you two..." [I] Here it comes... [/I] Brian thought. And he was, in fact, right. A few warm tears ran down his cheeks and he had to repeat himself numerous times to be heard. When she finnaly heard him enough to understand, she replied with a "No" that sounded more like a question. Brian didn't care, he just left it at that.
"Okay... bye.." he said with a slight choke before shutting the phone. Wiping his eyes, he let out a sigh and told Meka the answer. Meka's reply made the choice fullhearted and made it clear what it was time to do. "We've got to do something."
That weekend, the thought of the enemy still haunted Brian's mind. He and Meka had decided to keep an eye on Brian's cousin and both stayed at her house to do just that. Some time around midnight, Brian saw the enemy outside through a window. The enemy was sticking behind some bushes and walking to Brian's Cousin's window. She didn't notice the figure, and Brian went into his cousin's room. As Brian opened the coffin-shaped door of his cousin's room, he looked to see the enemy coming in through a window with a black hoodie covering his head. Brian turned on the lights and watched as the enemy fled after glancing at Brian. Brian chased.
Brian wasn't a very fast person, but he managed to keep up with the enemy long enough to catch a glance of the enemy running into an alley. Brian knew these streets, and he knew that particular alley was a dead end. He didn't have second thoughts, He wanted to beat this guy for lieing. Even if they weren't lies, he wanted to beat the enemy for doing what he said he did. What Brian wasn't expecting, however, was to round the corner and meet a fist. Brian took the fist to the face, from the blow his vision blurred a bit and he lost balance. As Brian leaned against a wall, he could make out the enemy picking up a white object, something like a light and he knew what was about to happen. Brian screamed as the flourecent light was brought down upon Brian's head, the shards of glass didn't seem to go in too deep or anything. It just collided, if he was lucky then no shards would be stuck in.
Brian's vision went out. He couldn't see a damn thing. He knew his eyes were open, but he couldn't see. The pain in his head made the kicks to the gut feel like simple prods. But they ended up stopping and the sound of an angry battlecry of some kind filled the alley, along with some punches and crys for help. For what seemed like forever, Brian's vision slowly came back. The first thing he caught sight of was his cousin, shocked and staring on at something. Brian pushed himself up, ran next to Heather and looked back to see Meka's purple hair in a mess and hands going to work at some unfortunate body. She stopped, looked at her blood covered hands and then back at Brian and his cousin, who gave small, sorry smiles. |
Submission Name: Taking Action
