Book 4; Guns, Love, Roses

Chapter 4 - Lust for Murder

Wilson quickly hid the weapon into the bag and tossed it to me before advancing down the platform steps with a calm demeanour. The rest of the boys following suit until the YKB boys stood toe to toe with SB.

"Can you please stop him Jordan?" Julie begged, grabbing my hand and pulling it frantically. I took a step forward but was stopped by Killer-D and CJ.

"Sorry, but I can't allow you to interfere with what's about to happen. No hard feelings, bro." CJ slapped me on the shoulder with a big grin. I gritted my teeth and looked at Julie who began tearing up. The tension was in the air as both sides glared at each other. Within seconds the fight broke out almost instantaneously and it was then that CJ and Killer-D turned to charge with the boys against SB. Julie pushed me aside to run towards the fight.

"Just let them tussle. Allow us to keep what's left of our manhood while this accursed world is engulfed in feminism." I snickered.

"Stop your friend before Wayne gets hurt!" There was desperation in her voice as I couldn't help but be confused.

"With what weapon?" I said, revealing the bag with the hidden weapon inside. Julie exhaled in relief and I couldn't help but feel bothered by it.

"Seems like you still have some underlying feelings for Wayne thats not yet put to rest. Not often you see a girl tear up over their ex before they get a beat down." I walked down the stairs slowly as I fixed the strap of the Country Road bag.

"Where do you think your going?" She asked.

"Im going to honour your request and finish this fight quickly." I said, my back still turned as I waved my hand at her.

"How?" She said one last time, ignoring her respectfully. I'm sure she survived this long using the power of speech, but I was about to show her how me and my friends handled business when words translated to nothing more than wasted time. I hope today taught her that if a person truly cared and was invested in spending time with a fighter to unwrap the psychological layers on why we preferred to throw hands instead of resolving it by verbal communication came down to the efficiency of spreading fear first before the flames of hatred were used as a weapon of mass destruction.

Without any hesitation, I followed the boys into the crowd and joined in with ease as both sides charged towards one another, heads budding against one another. The battlefield was loud, with boys shouting amongst each other as they threw punches and kicks. Within minutes boys from either side of the battle had been knocked out, with some bodies that were seen laying unconscious were being carelessly trampled on due to all of the commotion.

"Jordan, where are you? Scared to get your teeth knocked out?" It was Wayne's voice that was heard yelling on top of the already loud crowd of boys. Wayne began searching for me through the crowd, pushing his way through some of the YKB boys as if they were rag dolls.

"I'm right here!" I yelled from a distance. Both our eyes connected, and it was then I saw the smirk on his face slowly appear. I rolled up my sleeves and began my mission to squeeze through the fight without getting hurt. I had to quickly kick away guys who came at me recklessly just to close the distance. Once Wayne and I were arm lengths apart the fight officially began. I threw the first hook, which successfully hit his left cheek. I knew it did damage because he stumbled back slightly. I went to go for another hook but this time he dodged it, and I could see in his eyes he was waiting for the right time to go for a counter uppercut. He did so as he took a step forward, ducked and rose up as his fist connected my bottom chin and quickly followed up with a one-two combination which almost knocked me unconscious. I fell to the floor and realised that Wayne was in fact, way too fast and way too strong. I can tell Wayne took boxing lessons by the way he was constantly ducking and weaving, attempting to predict every move and shot I was going to make. I was only good at dealing big heavy punches and had street fighting down pat which ran through my veins.