I grunted as I swung another punch at the older punching bag. Dust that had attempted to settle on the top of it fell off into the air around me and I had to stop as I sneezed. I shook my head and cleared it before reaching my hand out and stopping the old bag from swinging towards me. I stepped back and took my time un-wrapping my wrists and knuckles. After taking the wrappings off, I went over to my bag and dumped everything back into it and shouldered it, hitting the lights as I went.
Hi, my name's Zion Razeback. Funny name, but whatever! I'm giving you a quick introduction before you get to far into the story and get confused. I have short brown, pixie-cut hair with one streak of red on my bangs. I have one green eye and one blue eye, both pretty much neon. I am 6'3 and have a muscular athletic build, something I got from when I was younger with my Dad.
I was an orphan on the streets when David Razeback found me and took me in. He raised me and taught me the way of the fights. He passed away just last year, leaving me with the old training gym. Some of the best of the best used to come hear and train. Now it's basically a youth center on the weekend and I teach the kids that come around a few things.
Now that you know, I'll let you continue with the story!
I sighed as I walked down the side walk. It was weather like this that I always loved, peaceful and quiet. Not that I didn't love everything else, but I had had a rather rough day and I really didn't want to deal with anything else right now other than me and the open sidewalk on my way to the garage that housed my ride for home.
*Crash!*
Scratch that.
I sighed and looked at the opposite side of the street to see a group of three kids go running by with two cars right behind them. I growled as I saw the colors spray painted on the car's sides, they were part of a gang. The Southside Raptors, our local gang.
I gaped when I heard gunshots ring out and I broke into a dead run towards the gym's garage. I threw my bag into the back of the large faded blue truck and jerked the front door open before jumping in and gunning it down the road after the three unfortunate kids.
I caught up to them as the kid's were running off road and into a field. The Raptor's fancy street cars had a hard time driving over the rough terrain but still pressed on after the kids, shooting at them even as their cars began to lag. I stomped on the gas and my truck roared as it jumped the curb and landed in the field. I raced past the two gang cars and drove along side the teens at a steady pace.
I opened the drivers window and stuck my head out, "Quick! You three jump into the back!" I called trying to keep the truck steady as I drove close to them.
They stared at me in shock as they ran before glancing back at each other, another volley of gunshots followed their hesitance and my back window busted. I nearly cursed and looked at the three kids again, "Hurry!"
The Mexican boy seemed to make a decision and dropped back before running up behind my truck and vaulting over the tailgate into my truck's bed. He went over to the edge and held his hand out to the other two.
"Come on Rad! Hurry Alexis!" He shouted to them as another round of gunshots rang out. The girl jumped for his hand and he pulled her to safety and they both looked back at the blonde boy who was still running.
"Let's go dude! We don't have that much time!" I called just before he jumped for the Mexican boys hand. He was pulled in and all three of them climbed through the broken window, making sure to keep from getting stuck by the shards of glass.
"Thanks, hey you really saved our-"
I cut him off and looked at him, "Take the wheel kid." I ordered before getting my pistol and my shotgun out from under the seat.
"What?!" All three shrieked before I let go of the wheel forcing the blonde boy to take the wheel. I jumped out of the window into the bed of my loyal truck and cocked my pistol before bringing it up to aim. I fired off several rounds, shattering the front windows of both cars after they swerved in shock. We exchanged bullet rounds until I got hit in the arm, I sucked in a breath and nearly cursed as blood freely flowed down my right arm. I glared at the cars with new-found furry in my eyes as I began firing again.
"YOU IDIOTS! TAKING ON A BUNCH OF KIDS! HOW DO YA LIKE DEM APPLES!?" I shrieked before dropping the pistol next to me in the bed and bringing my shotgun up to my shoulder and taking aim. "TELL YOUR BOSS I EVAH CATCH YOU PUNKS PICKIN' ON OTHER PEOPLE I'LL BUST A HOLE IN YOU SO BIG YOU CAN JUMP A MULE THROUGH IT!" I shouted before firing buck-shot at the front of both cars.
They began to wildly swerve as their fronts tires popped and collapsed and the cars were soon left behind.
I set the shotgun down next to my pistol and climbed back through the window and claimed the steering wheel again before looking at the three shaken up teens.
"You kids okay?" I rasped, trying, and failing, to ignore the pain in my arm.
They all slowly nodded and I sighed in relief before driving my truck back onto the road and heading for my house.
I pulled into the driveway of my ranch and turned the truck off before smiling at the three teens, "You guy's can stay at my house tonight, okay? I've got a phone where you can contact your folks." I offered tiredly.
They sleepily nodded and climbed out the passenger door.
I sighed and slowly slid out the driver's door and landed with a pained grunt as my arm moved. I sighed and looked down at it, wincing as I did. It was an ugly yellow and purple and was still sluggishly bleeding as I closed the door and headed up to the front door of my house.
I had gotten the kids settled in, Carlos and Rad were sharing the beds I had in the guest room and Alexis was in my room and I had the large, plush couch in the living room.
The kids had thanked me over and over again, having helped me get the bullet out of my arm before the three of them went to bed, after calling their parents of course. -.-'
I rolled onto my side, trying to ignore the pain flaring up in my bandaged arm before I fell asleep and drifted off into darkness.
