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It was about eight o'clock when Mello, Matt and Near decided to walk me home. And maybe if we had stuck directly on the route i had come by, we woudn't have gotten in trouble. But Mello, being Mello, decides that he wants to walk down long dark alleyways, claiming that this way is "quicker". We were about two alleys away from the flats, but suddenly, I felt a large hand jerk my arm backward, sending me into the chest of a very strong looking asian boy.
"You look good. How much?" His breath reaked of vodka. He was obviously drunk. I tried to twist out of his hold, but he held fast, gripping my butt with force. I squirmed out of his hold.
"I'm not a streetwalker." I explained, trying to pry his fingers off. His friends seemed like they wanted to help me, but they just stood there and watched, letting him place his hand up the front of my shirt.
"How much, I'll pay a mighty fine for you, little poppet." He teased my accent. I sent a swift kick to his shin, causing his eyes to water. Angry, he threw me over his shoulder, trying to get me behind the large green dumpster.
"No! Stop! Mello!" I screamed, seeing him and the boys turn around, having not noticed I was even gone until they spotted me on the mans shoulder. I began to kick and punch the mans back, trying to get him to put me down.
"Let go of her." A cold voice demanded infront of the man. I felt the mans free hand try to move the voice, but it didn't seem to work. So instead, the man tossed me into the side of the metal trash can, the air in my lungs being forced out with one blow to the back. My vision became blurry but I held conciousness. I seen Mello standing infront of my attacker, sending a blow to his jaw. The man backed up abit, rubbing his chin and smiling.
"I've been waiting for a fight." He spit out blood and sent a hit to Mello's leatherd chest. Mello, unfased, smiled back to the man and sent a kick to the side of his head. I seen Matt, trying to get to me when one of the friends of my assailent grabbed him, thinking he was trying to get into the fight. Matt pushed him off, heading my way when the friend pushed him from behind, causing Matt's ciggerette to fall onto the ground, dubbing itself out when it hit the pavement.
Matt's fists clentched, telling Near something inaudible then delivering a clean hit to the dudes nose. The man cupped his face, elbowing Matt in the side of his ribs. I tried to stand, but I felt a snowy hand on my shoulder, easing me back down.
"Near!" I begged. He shook his white head no, cloudy grey eyes fierce with anger. He stood up, walking into the fight infront of us.
"Near, no!" I said, trying to stand, the lost air hitting me like a ton of bricks. my vision blurred again and i sat against the cold metal, stretching my back. I looked at Matt, seeing both him and his opponent had taken off their shirts. Blood coated the friends flabby chest, but only sweat covered Matt's toned upper body. I looked at Mello and seen he had also taken off his leather vest. His pale skin showing lean muscles. I had expected to see Near half naked, too, but he had worn an undershirt, swiftly chopping The last friend in the neck. The man seemed to fall like a tree, half tempting me to scream,"Timber!" while he fell.
I had seen the man Matt fought beginning to run away, Matt running to my side.
"You ok?" He asked, helping me stand. I nodded, taking deep breaths and rubbing my back, knots deep inside. I flinched, arching my stance.
"You can have her tonight, but I'll get you poppet." He spat, running to catch up with his two friends. Near had jogged up, huffing slightly.
"Everyone ok?" He half whispered, setting himself on the ground. We all grunted a small yes, Matt placing his striped shirt back on, Mello leaving his off.
"So, shall we?" Mello said chipper, already heading down the alleyway.
Confused and tired, we all headed to my flats.