This is the first time I've ever written anything and gone ahead with the idea. I'm still unsure of the direction of the book so bare with me. Thanks guys.
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Sat there he was surrounded by the buzz of conversation, the back and forth of laughter between friends, it was only after an hour that he realised he hadn't been listening, all he wanted to do was to get out of that situation, to hide away on his own.
It wasn't his friends fault, it wasn't anyone's fault but his, he knew that he just couldn't admit it to anyone around him, opening up about such a problem would only focus the conversation on him, make him a talking point between everyone around the table. That was the last thing he wanted to do.
He sat there adding very little to what was being said but enough not to arouse suspicion of something being wrong.
"Hey Isaac, what's up man, you're a little quiet tonight"
It took a minute for him to realise he was being spoken to.
"What? Oh, erm, just tired, you know how it is with work 'n all"
"Working hard then? Or hardly working!" He smirked to himself, even though everyone else around him groaned at the awful attempt at humour.
"Haha, yeah that's the one" he managed to make the laughter convincing enough to stop Harry from taking to him.
The night continued on like this for another couple of hours, he started to drink more as the night went on, it gave him enough of a boost to join in with the shallow conversation that was happening around him.
With one big gulp he finished his fourth pint of beer.
Just like that it happened, Isaac had his empty glass in his hand and was hurtling it towards Jack next to him, a second glass was thrown in the direction of Patrick to the left. Before anyone could realise what was happening two of the four around the table were bleeding violently on the floor. Time had slowed down now for Isaac, a sudden clarity of vision allowed him to focus on what he was doing. Once he caught his breath he started his second wave of attack. He pulled out a 6 inch serrated combat knife from his jacket, in one quick sweep he caught the neck of Harry, straight away he knew it wouldn't be fatal, jugular intact. Finally he lunged the knife towards Sarah. She had had time to process what was going on and at that moment she dived out of his way. The only contact was in her side as he fell into her crashing to the ground taking her with him. She'd survive with proper medical attention, a deep wound like that will lose a lot of blood very quickly. He got up. Grabbed the knife and ran to the door.
"Isaac?"
"Isaac mate, you getting another pint?"
The call of his name drew him from his daydream.
Clearing his throat realising he'd been daydreaming, "Yeah sure, could do a few more"
5 pints down Issac started to make his way home. It wasn't a short walk, one straight road practically. Plenty of places to stop and piss which was always useful after a skinful.
Half way down the street he looked up, in the distance he could make out 2 maybe 3 hooded figures. 00:26 as he looked at his watch, 'a bit early for a paper round' he actually chuckled at his own joke. The gap between them got smaller and smaller, he could feel his fist tighten in his pocket. Ready.
They were meters away now.
One of the lads intentionally bumped into his shoulder knocking him off course. 'What the fuck are you doing mate' the lad was inches away from his face. Issac just looked at him dead in the eyes. 'I will fuck you ip mate, you hear me?!' The other two lads had flanked him. He was surrounded.
Issac let out a sigh and said 'never fuck with
Someone who has nothing to lose'. Just as he said that he threw his clench fist into the jaw of the lad in front. Quick stepped sideways to avoid the clutches of the other two. He was now behind the first lad who was leaning forward clutching his jaw. At that moment he stamped his foot down onto the side of his knee, snapping the lateral collateral ligament. He screamed out in agony and collapsed. The other two lads were now acting a little less tough, 'you're a fucking psycho mate! You're fucking dead' trying to save face they grabbed their injured friend and carried him away in a hurry. The crying agony could be heard all the way down the road only to be masked by the distant sound of sirens. 'That's my cue to run'
Snapping back to reality he realised the lads had crossed over to go down a side street, he could see their silhouettes under the street lights as they walked off.
Issac stopped by a hedge to pull himself together.
And throw up. The latest anticipated altercation had left him shaken, pulse racing and as usual the overwhelming need to be sick.
