⚡⚡Velocity⚡⚡ (Discontinued)

Chapter 1: First Run

Jay's nose was pretty much broken.

From the sheer force of the punch and the amount of blood that was currently pooling from his face, it wasn't hard to guess. Wouldn't be the first time he was caught in one of these situations, this exact situation happened quite often.

What was the situation exactly? Well, it was the weekly tale of Jay defending his best friend Nikolai from the classic bully with the oh-so appropriate name of... Brix. Not "Bricks", but Brix. He was probably never asked about the name because of how much people feared him, after all, he usually put people into situations like the one he was currently in. 

Allowing a small groan to escape his lips, he rolled over slightly and braced against the ground of the school's courtyard with his other arm. He shook off the pain as best he could, opening his eyes to catch a glimpse of Brix and his two goonies. They were all on the basketball team so they had some height to them, Brix being the tallest of the group, standing at 6'3. He sported a faded buzzcut most if not all the time. Jay's eyes drifted to the side, where a scrawny blonde-haired young man struggled against  Brix's gorilla grip. Jay stammered to his feet, outstretching his hand in an attempt to stop him but he wasn't fast enough. Brix sent his fist spiraling into the young man's jaw, his body careening through the air before meeting a rough landing on one of the nearby benches. Brix stared down at both young men before scoffing, turning towards both of his goons.

"We're done here."

Was the only thing Brix said before they walked away, leaving the two there in defeat. Jay didn't say anything in return, but his eyes were glaring daggers into the backs of the jocks. He wanted to get up and say something but no matter how much he tried he'd end up back in the same place over and over again. He felt hopeless as the three turned the corner and left his sight, a loud sigh escaping his lips. He kept his hand around his bloodied nose, shuffling himself over to the downed young man.

"Nikolai...?" 

No response.

"Come on man... They're gone, you can get up now..."

Still, no response.

"Staying silent isn't gonna help any-"

"It happened again..." 

Nikolai murmured underneath his breath, low enough so Jay couldn't hear. Jay raised a brow, about to ask him to continue but Nikolai seemingly read his mind by pushing himself off the bench with a scowl on his face.

"It happened again! We got beaten up by those guys again!" Nikolai barked, surprising Jay. Jay didn't have a chance to speak, Nikolai using the bench as support as he steadied his breathing. "I'm tired of getting beaten up and taken advantage of every other week!" He huffed out, holding his chest in pain. Jay had nothing to say... He was right, it was an inevitability. It was more than ten times that Nik had been harassed by them and ten times that Jay tried to help but didn't make much of a difference. 

Jay's silence spoke volumes, Nikolai holding back the tears that were welling up in his eyes. Jay's fist clenched itself, the young man taking a step forward. "It doesn't matter! I'll just... keep fighting them until they get the picture!" Nikolai shook his head, finally managing to push himself off of the bench. "Don't you get it? They won't leave us alone even if you hit them at the speed of sound!" 

Nikolai held his chest in pain as he stumbled away, stopping as he turned back towards Jay.

"I'll see you later, man. I just don't wanna be here right now." 

With that, Jay was left by himself in an empty courtyard with only his thoughts to keep him company. Anger welled up within him as he realized all that he had done up to this point meant nothing. He spun around to face the bench, raising his leg and striking at it. He quickly recoiled from the pain, tripping, and falling onto his butt. His already soured mood became spoiled as soon as he heard the rapid beeping for his wristwatch. He slowly raised it to his face, to show the time was 4: 40 PM. He was supposed to catch the bus at 4:00. 

"Oh crap!"

The young man cursed himself for taking so long to get that over with, gripping his backpack around his shoulders. He used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away the blood from his luckily unbroken nose. The smell of blood still lingered, mixing with the incoming sweat that washed over him as he sprinted across the courtyard.