Chapter 9

It was his old friends from school Andrew and Katie Anderson, Bobby Walters and a few others; they were all glaring at him. Looking over their heads Alex saw that two girls from school were talking to Alana who was sending nervous looks over to Alex.

"Oi Rider what's up" hissed Bobby as he stepped forward, though he wasn't as lean as Alex was Bobby was a pretty well belt guy. Though of course Alex could take him out without bricking a sweet he knows that Bobby could probably keep up with him. Bobby and Alex use to take karate classes together and play on the football team together before the coach had kicked off the team for missing too much school.

"Ah… nothing much" Alex said as he put the rolled up blanket back down, he would need his hands if Bobby was going to make a move.

"We saw what you did to that kid Alex, I didn't think you were the type guy to do something like that no matter what the rumors at school said" Katie barked angrily as she stepped forward beside Bobby.

"I-I'm not, it was an accident" Alex shudder

"Oh yah and how about the burse on the girls face" asked Bobby.

Alex flinched as the question ashamed

"Th-that was an accident too" Alex said lamely

"That's bull Alex, and you know it. How the hell can you accidentally hit a woman" Bobby spat as he moved forwarded swinging, his fist colliding with the side of Alex's face. Though Alex could have easily dodge the hit, he didn't… he felt he disserved it. He know Alana wouldn't dare hit him, and thought this was the universes way of payback. But even thought Alex was alright with the first hit, he didn't expect any more. Well that was until he felt some ones foot colliding with his back.

Alex grunted in pain as another kick was amend at his stomach, he could hear Bobby , Andrew and some of the other guys yelling at him as they throw hit after hit. Somewhere in the distance Alex could hear Alana screaming his name but he couldn't focuses enough to hear any thing else, only fragments of words were legible to his ears.

"Stupid… druggy…stop…please…Alex…" it was a wile before Alex finally allowed his instincts to take over, ignoring the need to punish himself. Kicking upwards he felt the soul of his sneaker colliding into the soft tissue of someone's stomach. But he didn't pause before flipping his body so that he was on his feet in a blur of movements, before punching at the his next target.