Chapter 10: Day 34
"Go get me a drink," Timmy mocked beneath his breath as he pushed his way though the bodies of sweating, stinking, firework watchers. Upon his lips was a sneer.
"What about what I want?" He hissed as he finally made it to the other side of the football field and joined the snack and drinks lines. Thankfully the line was short and before he knew it he was at the front.
"Good evening and welcome to Danny's snack and drink shack," A pink haired boy greeted him. "How may I assist you?"
"One large cola please," The tween said and the teenager nodded his head.
"That will be $1.46. Anything else?"
Timmy frowned and thought for a moment. He could get himself something. He after all was the one who had when to get the item and he did deserve a bit of a reward for all his hard work. But then he thought better and shook his head.
"No." Timmy said and headed the cashier a ten dollar bill. The older boy shrugged his shoulders and accepted the bill.
"One moment," He told Timmy then headed for the drinks section of the snack bar and began to pour in the drink. A few seconds later he returned and headed the large cup to the little buck tooth boy. "Thank you for shopping at Danny's we live to service you."
"Thanks, " Timmy said then with out a second thought took a quick sip of Vicky's drink and smiled. Yes, he made not be able to buy himself his own drink but that did not mean he couldn't drink some of her's either. Beside he was thirsty and she wasn't going to notice.
Turning around, Timmy headed in the direction he had come from. No more then teen feet forward however he felt thick fingers griped his shoulders and pulled him to the side. The fast movement caused the young boy to trip and fall upon his butt. He almost dropped the drink, almost. Clinging the cup to his chest in order to protect it the tween cried out for help as whoever held him in their grip continued to pulled him backwards. No one heard him for the fireworks display had began over head.
Pow!
Pow!
The fireworks exploded above and laughter and shouts erupted all around the field.
Yelling in pain as he was dragged of the grass area and onto the hard pavement leading into the high school parking lot, Timmy tried to fight his invisible attacker without dropping his sitter's drink. It was off course to no avail.
After a few minutes of struggling to get himself lose from the person pulling him, dragging him, Timmy felt himself stop. The fingers gripping him loosing their grip and he fell to the floor.
Finally able to turned his head, the tween turned around to see who had attacked him. He knew for a fact that it was not Vicky, her fingers were not thick and fat like his current attacker fingers were. He also knew it could not be someone younger then him since whoever it was had been able to pulled his weight even with him resisting.
"Who?" He began as he took in the form of the person before him and felt his blood ran cold.
"Hello Timmy," His attacker said and grinned.
"I...-" Timmy said as he slowly began to back away. "-Francis?"
His elementary school bully smiled at him, his grin never leaving his lips.
"The one and only," Francis said and Timmy couldn't help but ask.
"What are you-"
"Doing here?" Francis raised an eyebrow at the younger boy as he finished his sentence for him. Timmy nodded his head.
"Yeah..." He whispered. He had to staled for time while he came up with a plan.
"Oh you know," Francis said calmly strolling toward him as Timmy backward away.
"I know?" The tween said as he frantically looked from side to side, trying to come up with the best rout and action to to take in other to make it back to his sitter. This was a dangerous situation and he needed to escape. Unlike Vicky who had limits imposed upon her when it came to him, the large boy before him held none. He could kill him if it pleased him and right now Timmy knew his death was high on the older boy's list. One did not put someone like Francis in jail and not expect to be on his death list.
"Yeah," Francis said and with out another word ran straight for the brown haired boy. "Revenge."
Dropping the drink in his hand, Timmy turned and ran. He didn't care anymore at this moment he was willing to take his sitter beaten ten fold then loose his life at the hands of his childhood bully.
The boy however barely made it far when a foot shot forward and tripped him. How had he not see the other person laying in wait? The young boy fell on his face. Above him he heard the sounds of not just one pair of shoes but many and the boy knew he was doom. It appeared Francis had gotten friends while locked up over the last year and a half. It wasn't fair but the young boy refused to give up. So holding of crying, the tween tried to pushed himself up and continued however something heavy landed upon his back and crushed him back down again. The pressure upon his back caused the young boy to cough out blood.
"Is this the loser?" A deep voice asked from above and to his right.
"Yeah," Timmy heard Francis say as someone grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to his knees. It felt like a thousand fire ants where crawling upon his skull.
"Ahh!" The young boy howled as the group of three, he counted though his watery eyes, laughed. Then he felt hands grabbed his two arms and held them spread out, like as if he was upon a cross. It hurt.
"What do you want to do with him?" A different voice, this time it sounded female, questioned from Timmy's left and the boy noted Francis pulling out what appeared to be a blade. Timmy began his struggle anew and Francis just grinned even largely.
"Make him pay," The older boy said then broke out into laughter and without any farther statements stabbed Timmy straight in the stomach. The cool blade pierced the tween and the boy knew nothing but pain and so he howled. "Make him feel what I felt!"
Laughing without out stopping Francis pulled out the knife and then shoveled it into Timmy again and again.
"You think this is bad?!" The dark haired boy said as he repeated his action and Timmy began to loose conscious from the pain. "Help me! Someone!" The tween called out but it was barely a whisper and he felt so weak, so very weak.
"You think this is bad?!" Above him Francis continued his yelling. He sounded hysterical."You think this is bad?! You think think is pain?! You know nothing! What I have been though- What they made me go though- You know nothing!"
Oh so this is how I die, the tween thought to himself as he began to black out completely. Mind numbed from the pain, voice hoarse from yelling and eyes puffed from crying Timmy blinked one last time and then knew no more.