Survival Of The Fittest
By I Know Love Hurts 2010
Chapter 14 - I Get Knocked down…
"… Then, they finally get their sentence fulfilled and are both hanged, ending the story." I told him me and Megget on the way to practice. Megget and me have become really close as have Caretaker and Crewe. We are a close band of friends now and I am grateful. So far only Megget knows half of my story, but he promised to let me tell in my own time.
"That's a pretty sad story." He said.
"It was," I said. "But Capote did the family justice with the book, wrote it beautifully."
"Alright! Everyone get into formation! Scarlet, you're running back today." Crewe said. I nodded and put on my helmet.
"Good luck." Megget said. I smiled.
"Thanks Megget." I said and jogged to my position. I stretched my legs while the guys were getting it their position then I felt a shadow walk past me. I turned round and jumped in surprise. "Crewe?" I asked, fear radiating from my voice. He turned to me. "Is Turley on Offence or Defense?" He smiled.
"Don't worry he's on offence." I smiled and got into position. From where I was, I could hear Swatowski laugh as well as see his hand waving. I smiled.
"Turley, no one gets to me, we'll play more ping pong later." Crewe said. I turned and Turley gave Crewe the okay sign which he returned. "Hut!" He announced and I ran. Crewe back up and I ran to an open position. As I turned back I saw Swatowski charge for Crewe as he threw the ball. Yet out of the corner of my eye, I saw Turley, calm as a lamb lift his foot up and Swatowski ran right into it. He fell to the floor and a painful cry filled the air.
"Fucking Hell!" I yelled and ran to Swatowski as he was getting up.
"Alright." Crewe said.
"Ah, he 'broke-ed my nose!" He cried, clearly really worked up. He angrily took off his helmet and went to throw it at Turley but stopped himself and threw it on the ground. "I don't wanna play no more!" He said and let out a cry.
"No! Don't quit Swatowski! We need you." I said patting his shoulder.
"Hey, hey, hey. Swatowski, what are you talking about? This is football. Shit happens." Crewe said plainly.
"Paul, he 'broke-ed' my nose." He said and pulled his hands away to see his nose was crocked.
"Stop crying," Crewe said as he placed his hands around Swatowski's nose. "All right. We can fix this. Here we go." Then pushed down hard on the bent part of his nose. Swatowski let out a painful cry which was followed by a cracking nose. I cringed. "Okay. Good, good." I looked at Swatowski's nose and it looked like it did the last time I saw him.
"How's it look?" Swatowski sniffed.
"How's it look? It looks... It looks like... It looks better than before." Crewe said which brought a big smiled to Swatowski's face.
"Really?" He asked excitedly
"Yeah, it's straighter. More distinguished. Kind of like a young Michael Jackson." Caretaker said, I shook my head.
"I love little Michael."
"That's great. That's great." Crewe smiled, patting his arm. The Swatowski's face went serious.
"I think he did it on purpose." He said.
"No, he didn't." He said and looked to Turley who had a smile on his face and was nodding. "Okay, maybe he did." Crewe said then walked over to him. "You gotta apologize to him. Come on, Turley. Say you're sorry. Come on. Say it." Turley looked down in disgust but looked at Swatowski and rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry." Then a smiled grew on Swatowski's face and he walked over to the others.
"He said he's sorry. I got him to say he's sorry."
"Yeah, yeah. We're all impressed." Battle said. So after that Crewe went through with Turley what he can and can't do which included not kicking people in the face that were gonna tackle him. Then, after ten minutes we started another game. I got into position and waited.
"Blue 32, Blue 32, HUT!" He said and went back. I sped off and Crewe threw the ball. I caught it and ran for the end zone. Battle was the first to charge at me. I ran towards him and when he dived for me, I threw it to Crewe and then crouched down to the floor as close as I could. Because of my small physique missing Battle's tackle by inches. I got up and Crewe passed me the ball and I ran for the end zone. Swatowski was next to tackle and I threw the ball to Brucie, who caught it for once and I did the splits as he dived over me. I got back up and Brucie gave the ball back to me before he got leveled by Tony, I caught it and ran for the end zone once again at full speed.
"Scar look out!" Megget yelled. Next thing I know, I was tackled from behind by Battle. On the way down I stretched my arm out holding the ball as far out as I could get it. I dropped to the floor and hit my head on the ground, hard and I blacked out.