Anti-dites

Chapter 2: Bad Moves

A/N: Thank you, everyone, for the positive feedback! I really don't like dark stuff, but that seems to be the mood for this chapter! Tell me what you think after this chapter! Should I keep going… Or is this just a total dud…?

Throughout the nefarious years he'd spent with Kevin, Argit had never seen the ex-con so severely hostile until now… and considering the little choke attack he'd received earlier, it was saying something. The said teen with hair and attire that blended in effortlessly with the inky alleyway was pacing in front of the oversized rat, the soles of his scuffed up shoes worn down completely. Defined jaw clenched painfully tight, teeth grinding the opposite row out, Kevin looked as if he were about to punch a hole in the solid brick wall.

As if reading the mutants fearful thoughts and finding it appealing, the seething Osmosian skimmed the pads of his rough fingers over the bumpy, sandpaper textured brick wall. Argit's narrow, yellow tinted eyes grew wide as he watched the solid material crawl up his former partner in crime's strong arms. Forming over every single buffed up muscle, the materialization peaked until it reached his shoulders. It was like a sleeve of crimson tattoos or a coating of dried blood. Heart skipping a beat, Argit gulped as Kevin drew his right arm back, coated fist curling in as he gave a strained cry. Piercing the chilly night air, the midnight haired teen shot his arm forward, hurtling his knuckles through the brick wall narrowing the alley. The instant the solid, rough blocks gave out and crumpled to the cemented earth, dust flew up everywhere. It was like a rapid fire virus, coating the air thick with its stale powder.

Lungs burning with licking flames of contaminated, filthy air and eyes stinging with particles of dry dust, Argit began coughing as if his guts were going to shoot out of his razor filled mouth. As debris sprayed all over her, clouding the inky night air with a dull haze, Argit recoiled against the force as he felt stony fragments stab his flesh. Hissing in agony, the oversized rat's quills quivered with uneasiness, tortured to the tips with zapping pain. Between each shrill and hack that left his impure lips, the mutant opened his watering eyes to find the air clearing from its abraded atmosphere. The instant his burning gaze drank in the scene, however, Argit instantly slammed his lids shut. His flaming eyes felt as if they were going to bleed, dry up, and then bulge out of his skull.

Towering over the writhing rat, Kevin's broad chest rose and fell viciously as his deranged sparked eyes settled on the scene before him. Right arm still coated with hard brick, his muscles were still locked as it was still extended into the broken wall. The hole he had created gave an illusion as if it were smoking, the way dust kept drifting from the caved in point as it poured into the thickened night air.

"Who told you about the Anti-dites?"

Argit almost didn't hear the angered teen over all his retching pain and screaming nerves. Sucking in forced powdery breath through his jagged, blade-like teeth, Argit felt his tail twitch violently. "I…I was p-p-paid… not t-to tell."

Heart hammering frantically as his pointed ears became hyperaware of the sound of crunching footsteps; the furry mutant felt like his burning chest would rip from the frenzied pounding. For the second time that terrible night, Kevin's materialized fist clutched at the bleeding neck of the furiously shaking fur ball. "You see that giant hole in the wall?"

Shuddering at the terrifying way Kevin's beyond menacing voice triturated against his eardrums, Argit forced his eyes to meet to forsaken gap. "Y-Yeah…" the victim squeaked, horrified as to why Kevin had to point the extremely obvious out.

"If I can do that," he barked, gripping the oozing, crimson matted fur with a firmer grasp, "to a solid brick wall, think about what I can do to your head."

Just grazing the surface of the unthinkable was enough for his brain. Distain flooded the yellow stained orbs, wishing to sever the Osmosian with his meaningful glare. "You must really like this girl, Kev."

Thrusting the sleazy heap of conning sins to the pavement, Kevin didn't even flinch when he heard a sickening snap at the contact. "At least I value her more than money. Let alone all the other lives of innocent Anodites."

"I...don't know—if t-they're exactly—innocent, big shot."

Upon hearing the malice in the mutants sick, forced words, the dark teen slammed his foot against the writing rat. Instead of murderous screams spilling out of his bloodied mouth, mirthless, demented cackles hit Kevin like the sharpest, poison-tipped bullets.

"You…You don't even—YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!" Argit shrilled into the night, receiving another round of harsh, blood splattering kicks. Deranged laughter followed each relentless blow, fueling the conflagrant rage fuming inside of the ex-con. "THEY DESERVE TO DIE! THEY DESERVE HELL!"

"YOU DESERVE TO DIE," Kevin protested, anger drawing his clenched jaw tautly, not wanting to believe the hysterical mutant's mockery.

Argit, whose gray fur was now bleached a sickening ruby red, could've had foam running down his pointed chin with the way his bulging eyes were flashing. "Well DAMN you and all you DAMN Anodites! DAMN YOU ALL!"

And that's when Kevin realized he shouldn't be there anymore. His former partner in crime was beyond hysterics. Anymore Kevin tried to choke out of him would be too much, forcing him over the plummeting cliff of death. With one last look at the miserable, sickening heap spazzing on the cold rocky ground, Kevin turned away from the disgusting mess. Cramming his throbbing hands into the depths of his denim pockets, Kevin began to trudge towards the dim light illuminating his escape from this godforsaken alley. He knew Argit would turn out fine. After all, the despicable mutant had left him is worse condition more than once before. This was just returning the cruel favor.