Here's an idea that popped into my head the other day. I'm seriously against the subject matter and that's why I wrote a piece about it. It's not written to offend but to show the pain some people have to live with. Any of the language or phrases used in the story are only used to emphasise and to realistically show how painful the subject matter can be. Anyway please review if you can and all feedback good or bad is always welcome.

It was meant to be a fun night out with the boys. Warrick, Nick and Greg had the night off and had gone club crawling. Eventually at 4AM it was time to call it a day and go home. After exchanging slightly drunken goodbyes, Nick and Greg walked home together and Warrick was left to find his way home alone. Slightly dazed from the intoxicating alcohol he had consumed earlier in the evening he found it hard to steady himself on his feet, however the fresh cold morning air started to sober him up quickly. He was nearly home, nearly safe.

He wanted to get home quickly and the only shortcut he could think of was down a dark and lonely back alley. His judgement, still impaired from the drink, he decided 'what the hell' and quickly wandered along the alleyway. He could see a small light in the distance and he strained his eyes to try and make out the offending object. It looked like the small flickering flame of a lighter, but from this distance it could have been anything.

Taking no notice, Warrick continued walking until he got closer to the object. It was a lighter, the only problem being there were at least six people crowding around it, lighting cigarettes, some that had legal content others, which certainly didn't. When they saw Warrick approaching, they spread out across the narrow alleyway in two rows, making it impossible to get through the human wall that had formed.

"Got any spare change?"

"No sorry," Warrick was scared. His senses had suddenly been heightened by the impending danger that he found himself in.

"You sure about that?" He could just about see the outlines of all the 6 members but any other details apart from that were impossible. The man stood in front of the two rows posing the questions, he presumed to be the leader of the gang.

"Yeah man I'm sure." Suddenly, the man stepped forward and held the lighter up in front of Warrick's face. Warrick studied the man's own face and tried to remember each detail.

"Hey guys we've got ourselves a Black man."

"Hey come on I just wanna get home." Warrick pulled out his wallet from his back pocket knowing full well that it was practically empty, and pulled out the remaining notes. "Look this is all I've got a few dollar bills. Take them and let me be on my way."

The man snatched the bills and flicked the lighter lid down to smother the flame. He replaced the lighter back into his pocket and stared at Warrick. He snarled and looked directly into Warrick's eyes. Warrick was getting increasingly worried, this guy was pretty big, and so were his mates. He was on eye level with him and he looked pretty muscular.

"What do you say boys? Do we let the black man go?"

"What did you say?" Warrick hated racism and against his better judgement he let the comment slip out.

"Oh he's picking a fight now."

The other 5 men started to crowd around Warrick and in the small light coming from the half moon high above, Warrick tried to make out some facial details. He was physically shaking, he knew what was coming and he was going to need all the details he could get, by whatever means possible.

The first punch came from the leader, a solid blow to the stomach that sent Warrick crashing to his knees. Then the inevitable aftermath followed. Kicks and punches came flying from all directions and he soon found himself being held up by two of the group only to be repeatedly punched by the leader until he fell once again heavily to the floor. The punches and kicks ceased and 5 of the 6 men stepped away from the beaten man. The leader however stood right next to Warrick hovering over him like a giant.

The leader looked Warrick up and down and spat on the man below him.

"Take that you Nigger,"

Warrick wanted to form a reply but the metallic taste of the vast content of blood that filled his mouth prevented him from doing so. The immense pain that coursed all the way through his body was somewhat numbed by the pain that the last comment had caused. Soon he felt the darkness enfolding him and unconsciousness inevitably followed.



I know it's a nasty subject matter but it's a challenge and I hope that people will be supportive. If you could review please do so because I love reading them, the more reviews the merrier I get! Until next time ladies and gentlemen . =) XX