Tank's Way: No Justice No Peace

Chapter 1: Meeting

"Hey, hey, it's going to be okay, alright?" You smile as you continue to bandage a fellow protestor's bruised arm.

They nod, blinking back their tears, and follow your lead in holding the gauze in place as salve ointment was applied generously to their bruised skin.
Even though you wanted to stay longer with them, you knew they were going to be okay. Years of training as an army medic lead up to this, and too much was at stake to get caught up with one person.

People were getting hurt left to right: batons, tear gas, and rubber bullets escaping out of the Pigs like the shit coming out of their dirty mouths.

Your fear kept creeping up with each leap towards the front, but if someone wasn't going to save your people, who would? As you fix your medic badge, suddenly, one of your worst fears came true. A small African-American boy, his head slammed onto the ground as his cheek got rubbed into the ground like sandpaper.

Hellish-screams evade your ears, from him, "PLEASE STOP PLEASE STOP PLEASE-"and your heart leapt out of your chest as rage spilt out of you.

"HEY YOU FUCKING PIGS! WHATEVER HAPPENED TO PROTECTING THE PEOPLE?!"

You bolt and began a tug of war with one of the Pigs, as his green Froggy shirt ripped with each motion. You were thrashed around, but with a sudden burst of strength, you pull him from the ground, behind you and hug him with all your might.

"YOU BITCH!" Piggie screams, and with each blow to the back with his baton, your body seizes up, but manages to stay. As more and more Pigs started to grab and separate you from him, you feel each blow through your spine, despite your padding and clothes.
Protestors soon start recording from afar, and despite the tremendous amount of pain you were in, it was still one less black boy dead, one less Pig murdering someone else, and one more criminal getting caught in his brutal act.

"HEY FUCKER!" A powerful, husk voice cums barrelling in and suddenly, the blows stopped and you were staring at 7ft of pure armoured muscle. His broad shoulders and greek-like stature blocked out your hazy view and as you saw your reflection in his riot gear, it seemed to amplify the amount of pain you were in. Your hair strewn everywhere, bleeding lips, and the blue and purple marks on your back slowly spread to your neck and arms. Thank God you were wearing black, but even then it was visibly soaked in sweat and blood. With one motion of his fist, the Pig was down for the count. (his falling body definitely didn't sound like a piece of fat hitting a chopping block, oh no sir!) Before the other Oinkers got out their batons, as swiftly as he came, he picks you up bridal-style, with the young boy still in your embrace, and began sprinting away. A hail of rubber bullets went past your ears, and even though you heard the tear gas bombs go off, you never feel the sting, nor tightness in your throat, but you did feel it somewhere else. Despite him running like the Olympian god Hermes into the crowd, he still managed to comfort the little boy.

"Hey, baby it's ok, you're safe now." His deep, rugged voice comforted.

Or was he talking to you?

And with that, tears spilled out like a waterfall, and following the lead of the bruised boy in your battered arms, you dug your face into his lean chest, and passed out.