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WARNING: This chapter contains a scene depicting physical violence on an underaged minor, and it may be uncomfortable for some readers. Viewer discretion is highly advised.


Chapter Two:

The Ill Intention

Conner had never felt so much terror before in his life. He battled to try and break free as much as he could, but his aggressor still kept him firmly pinned to the wall. Looking at the far corner of his left eye, he could just almost see the mugger's features. To his surprise and puzzlement, it was a young teenager, a boy who appeared to be at least fifteen. Tall, light-skinned, short black-haired and a vulture's beak for a nose, he wore a gray-black, short-sleeved t-shirt, and a pair of red shorts with white vertical stripes, one on each side.

"It's alright, guys!" his nasally voice called out towards the street. "I got him!"

As if right on cue, two other figures appeared out in front of the entranceway of the alley, giving Conner a good view of the two new faces. One was also a teenage boy, and the other was a girl, both of which were around the same age as the teen who still kept him pinned to the wall. The other boy was practically the shortest of them, although he was still considered taller than Conner. His skin stone was dark when compared to Conner's attacker, and his short brown hair was combed back.

He wore a pair of rounded glasses, a white button-up shirt with rolled-up sleeves and a pair of gray jeans and brown loafer shoes. The girl was of middle height, with light-purple eyeliner and brown hair that reached down to at least close to her shoulder blades, and the bangs of said hair stylishly covered her left eye. She had a white tank top on that was worn over a black shirt, and she wore a pair of red-colored jean shorts and dark see-through leggings.

"Darn it, Anderson!" the girl grunted in an average valley-girl accent. "Pablo and I had him!"

Conner stared wide eyed, mentally berating himself for not following his gut until the actual end. He was also beginning to have a hard time believing any of this. He was mostly expecting to be jumped by hardened street thugs with tattoos and wielding sharp knives, wearing bandana's over their faces. These three looked more like your typical teenage bullies who shoved kids like him into their lockers and steal whatever was left of their lunch money.

"Well, you were taking your sweet time, Taylor!" Anderson shot back. Taylor rolled her eyes. "But now that we're all here, we can finally get down to business." Conner struggled again, but Anderson continued to keep the young Pingrey boy pressed up against to the wall.

"Don't make it harder than it already is for yourself, sixth-grader," Anderson ordered. "Do as we tell you, and you just might walk out of this unscathed."

"Let me go, you jerks!" Conner exclaimed. Anderson smiled.

"Pfft, or what?" he mocked. "You'll cry for your mommy like a little baby?" Pablo and Taylor chuckled along with their leader. Conner glared angry daggers at them. He had just met these three and they were already getting on his nerves. But then, a big bright lightbulb figuratively appeared above the twelve-year-old's head, and he smiled big, a mischievous plan hatching within motion. Of course, the three of them noticed his smile and wondered.

"Just what are you smiling about?" Anderson grunted. Conner shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, nothing," he went on off handedly. "It's just that I was kind of expecting to get jumped by, you know, actual crooks. Not a bunch of middle school punks who shake down kids my age for their milk money." The trio frowned and then glared at him. Pablo folded his arms together crossly.

"What're you saying?" he asked in suspicion and anger. "You trying to say that we don't have it in us?" That's it, Conner. Keep them going. Conner shrugged his shoulders again.

"I don't know," he said. "These two maybe. But a nerd like you? Pfft, not a chance. Why don't you go over there and fetch my backpack and finish up my schoolwork for tomorrow's test, will ya?" Pablo stared wide eyed and his jaw felt like it had fallen straight down to the floor. Nobody, absolutely nobody called him a nerd to his face before. And that just made him seriously upset.

"Uh, you better knock that off, you little brat!" Taylor stepped in. "Or you're gonna get what's coming to ya!" Conner snorted at her words.

"Why are you getting upset on his behalf? What is he your boyfriend or something?" Silence filled the air for a moment as Conner stared at the teenage girl. All Taylor could do to respond was glare down at the kid, her face turning a blushed red. This told Conner exactly what that meant, and a huge grin appeared on his face.

"Wait, are you serious? He really is your boyfriend?!" And then he let out a full-on hearty laugh, the entire idea just seeming to be oh so ridiculous.

"Oh man, that is so rich!" Conner chortled, motioning his eyes towards Pablo. "I honestly had no idea you were that desperate!"

That jab of a comment made Taylor snarl like a raging beast, and her uncovered eye bulged in anger. As quick as a flash, Anderson spun Conner around until he was now facing him and he repositioned him against the wall, this time flat on the twelve-year-old's back. Anderson seized him by the front of his shirt and stared him down, the two of them just inches away from being nose-to-nose.

"Do you have a death wish or something?" he snarled. Conner merely shrugged his shoulders for the third time.

"Don't know. I never saw the movie..." he retorted wittily. Anderson, Pablo, and Taylor only furrowed their brows at him confusingly in response, looked at each other for answers, and then turned back to the bratty kid.

"What?" they all said in unison. Conner frowned, his joke flying passed their heads.

"Death Wish," he explained. "You know, the movie?" He waited for them to understand and get the answer he was hoping for. They looked at each other again for answers. Taylor only scratched the top of her head while Pablo shrugged his shoulders. Nope. They still did not get it. Conner mentally facepalmed and sighed frustratingly. Of course, they never saw it. What was he expecting?

"Oh, never mind," And now for the final act of his plan. Right then and there, Conner did something very unexpectedly, something he had never once done before in his life, until now that is. He swung his left leg straight up between Anderson's legs and he kicked him right smack dab into his groin.

Anderson let out a high-pitched yelp, a wave of pain shooting throughout his nether regions, causing him to release his grip on Conner. Once after he automatically grasped for his precious jewels, Anderson fell to his knees, all the while wheezing in pain from the impact. Both Pablo and Taylor were caught so off guard by what they had just seen that they did not notice Conner grabbing for his backpack.

"Catch me if you can, suckers!" he tauntingly called out with a wave. Conner then made a break for it into the alleyway, making a quick left turn, zooming past the closely positioned walls and everything else that were in his line of sight. His face lit up with hope and relief when he saw another pathway located to the right, one that had a six-foot-tall, chain-link gate blocking the exit. This was it. His one and only ticket to safety and freedom.

All he had to do was climb over that fence, and then he was truly home free for sure.

He zipped to the right, approaching at the front of the gate, only to stop dead in his tracks, his hopes crushed into rubble when he saw on the other side of the fence was a brick wall. He stared wide eyed, and his jaw hung almost agape. He shook his head furiously. No. This could not be it. Just not it at all. He peered to the side of the gate, and he could just scarcely make out an aged wooden door which he believed to be the exit on the right side of the wall.

Conner noticed a thick steel chain wrapped on one side of the gate and a lock that kept it in place. He looked up to the top of the gate. And he looked back out into the alley. He did not know how much time he had left, but he was most certainly not going to waste it standing around here. But then, just as he was about to climb up the gate, a large shadow had suddenly appeared and loomed menacingly over him, causing the boy to freeze in place.

Conner's heartrate pumped fiercely in his chest and he swallowed a lump in his throat. His blood ran ice cold when he turned around slowly, only to come face-to-face with Taylor, Pablo, and a very, VERY furious Anderson, their predatory gazes glaring sharply pointed daggers down at the young Conner.

Anderson's entire body quivered with indescribable white-hot rage, completely ignoring the subsiding pain that still recited at his crotch. He huffed through his nose intensely like that of an angry bull, as both his hands tightly clenched into hardened balls of fists. Taylor sneered down hatefully at the Pingrey boy as she placed her hands on her hips, her finger twitching in anticipation, ready to give this bratty kid a serious beat down. Pablo had his arms crossed as he felt the exact same way.

Sweat formed around Conner's forehead as he flashed a nervous smile up at the trio.

"H-Hey, guys," he said as he timidly played with his fingers. "N-Nice to s-see you again." Before he knew it, Anderson suddenly grabbed him and swung the boy around, throwing him towards the opposite wall behind them. Conner rolled to the ground as he came by a foot or two close to the wall. He quickly got up to his knees and then to his near wobbling feet, his fear growing as all three of the menacing trio just about hovered right over him.

He gulped down another lump and he nervously chuckled.

"Now c-come on, fellas," he said, the essence of fear strongly evident in his voice and smile. "I d-didn't really mean any of those things. I-I was only kidding. You know, just messing around, that's all. C-Come on, guys. W-Why don't the f-four of us just forget this ever happened and be friends instead? W-Would you like that? You w-wanna be frie-"

The only response Conner got for an answer was in the form of a punch that landed straight into the side of his face closely at his right eye. A punch that was so strong and hard, it felt almost more like he had been hit by a boxing glove with steel horseshoes hidden inside. Connor felt his back hit against the brick wall despite his backpack, darn near knocking the wind out of him, and he fell back to his hands and knees on the concrete floor.

He stared down at the ground frozen in complete alarm and shock from the strength of the sudden impact of the punch. He placed a now shaky hand over his now stinging face that had begun to heat up from the attack. His breathing quickened, his fear-stricken heartbeat pumped so fast in his little chest like that of a jackhammer. He started to feel like he was just a moment away from having a panic attack.

His eyes darted back up at the trio, not a single trace of humor to be found anywhere on any of their scowling faces.

"You have no idea how big of a mistake you've just made," Taylor hissed, punching her fist into her hand, emphasizing what she was just about ready to do.

"Yeah," Pablo added. "A really, really, big mistake."

"You know, we were only going to take whatever you had in your backpack, among other things, and be on our way," Anderson growled through clenched teeth. "But you just had to run your little mouth, didn't you? And because of that, you've just made it even harder for yourself."

Right here, right at this very moment, Conner had finally realized to his horror of the absolute seriousness of the situation that he had gotten himself into, and he was now about to feel the terrible and fiery wrath of Hades itself. Conner backed himself up against the wall, weakly holding his arm up almost defensively, dread taking him over. A small whimper escaped from his throat.

"N-No, please," he begged fearfully. "C-Can't we all just t-talk about this?"

"Oh, we are so passed talking, little man!" Taylor snapped. "And now, you are going to pay the price for being such a little smart aleck." After saying this, she eyed Conner from the white beanie on his blond-haired head to the shoes he wore on his feet. A dark smirk grew across her pretty face as an equally dark yet also very messed up idea formed inside her head.

"And we are going to start with those nice-looking duds you've got on," Taylor added before turning to Pablo and Anderson. "What do you say to that, boys?" Pablo and Anderson rubbed their own chins in thought for a moment, pondering on the idea. They turned to face each other, and cruel smiles formed on their faces. They turned back to face the cowering Conner.

"Yeah," Anderson agreed, slowly rubbing his hands together enthusiastically. "That right there sounds like a great idea, Taylor. We wouldn't want to get any blood all over that nice orange shirt of his," Conner stared up at them frozen in horror, the irises of his widened eyes shrinking into tiny dots, not being able to move after what he had just heard. Pablo nodded excitedly.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed. "And especially those nifty-looking shoes he's wearing!" Conner gawked up at all three of them fearfully, and then he held up his skinny arms defensively as they began to approach him. His now bruised face became red and puffed up, tears beginning to crop up in his eyes.

"N-No, please! P-Please, don't!" he cried. And just like that, the trio were all over him within seconds. They easily removed his backpack and tossed it aside, and they forcefully pinned Conner to the ground; Taylor sat down on his torso and restrained his outstretched arms above his head, while Anderson firmly held his legs down.

Pablo went to work in untying and removing both of Conner's shoes, revealing the two clean white socks on his feet. Conner tearfully begged for them to stop as he desperately struggled to break free from their strong grasp. But they all ignored his cries as they went on to forcefully and shamelessly undo his blue denim pants and orange shirt, including his white beanie. They even swiped away his wristwatch.

Conner, indescribably terrified and now humiliatingly exposed, had been stripped away of all his clothing, leaving him down to wearing almost nothing except for his clean white briefs and socks.

Anderson ordered Taylor to check the pants pockets all while he examined the orange t-shirt. Taylor nodded and she searched all four pockets until she found a 2016 SE model iPhone that hid away in one and a brown leather wallet in the other. She emptied out the wallet and found only two quarters and a twenty dollar bill inside. Taylor smiled before stuffing both the wallet and Conner's cash down in the left back pocket of her red jean shorts.

She then looked down at the cellular device in her hands and smiled admirably at the sleek and stylish finesse of it.

"What a nice-looking phone," she said. "Must have cost you a small fortune to pay for this thing... You know, it would be a real shame if something bad were to happen to it right now." To emphasize her point, Taylor rose her hand up high enough, and she threw the phone down hard to the concrete floor until it cracked into shattered pieces. Conner, unable to do anything, helplessly watched as tears continued to poor down his face. Taylor flashed him a sinister grin.

"Oops," she mocked, "my bad."

"Seriously, Taylor?" Anderson chided, crossing his arms, orange shirt still in hand, and giving her an unamused look. Taylor scoffed annoyedly and she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, come on, Andy!" she argued. "Had to make sure he didn't call the police or something!" Anderson sighed annoyedly and shook his head.

"Whatever, just go empty out his backpack and put the pants in there." the leader ordered. With a huff, Taylor grabbed the backpack that she had placed aside, unzipped it, and then dumped all of Conner's belonging's out on the concrete floor into one little pile. His homework, his notepads, pencils, schoolbooks, everything. After that was all finished, the trio then stuffed the pants, the shirt, and the shoes deep inside, all nice and snug.

"How much you guys think we'll get for selling these on eBay?" Pablo wondered, before zipping the backpack shut. Anderson shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't know, but I'm sure they'll fetch a decent price," the leader answered. Then, all of them turned their heads back over to Conner, who fearfully stared back at the three of them, all the while huddled up against the wall, trying to cover himself up as he could, his right eye now black and partially swollen.

"And as for you..." Anderson uttered sinisterly. Conner could not do anything but helplessly watch with his one still good eye as all three delinquents stood closely around him, leaving him with little to no room to escape. His heartrate increased as he knew all too well of what was about to happen next. A fearful whimper escaped his throat.

"P-Please!" Conner sobbed, fresh tears pouring down his bruised face. "I-I'm sorry! I swear, I won't d-do it again!" Anderson, Pablo, and Taylor laughed cruelly out loud, shamelessly taunting the poor kid's words as well as at his current half-naked state. This made Conner stare at them disbelievingly. He truly could not believe what he was seeing. Just how could these people be so heartless?

How on earth could they take such pleasure in torturing an innocent individual like him? They had already proven their point, what reason was there for them to go the extra mile? But then, stone-cold reality had struck him really hard like a large sack filled with bricks to the face, and it emotionally felt an awful lot like the punch that had given him his black eye.

I think you know the exact answer to that, Conner, his conscience said to him. Anderson walked up to the sobbing twelve-year-old boy and knelt towards him, a sadistic smile plastered on his face. He grabbed a handful of Conner's blond hair. Conner yelped as the bully harshly yanked his head back, forcing the poor boy to look up at him straight in his dark eyes.

"Oh, we know you're not gonna do it again," Anderson stated, poking roughly at Conner's bare chest. "Because we are going to make doubly sure that you don't." A dark chuckle escaped from his throat.

"Hehehe, seriously, kid," he went on. "You really should have known better than to run your little mouth at those who are bigger than you. Because if you had, none of this mess would be happening to you right now as we speak. But no, because it's too late. And so, the three of us are now going to teach you a serious lesson in manners."

"A lesson we know that you will never forget," Taylor added, anticipatingly cracking her knuckles, a sadistic gleam in her visible eye. Conner's breathing quickened as did his heartrate, more tears going down his face, and spittle oozing down the corners of his trembling lips.

"P-Please, stop!" Conner whimpered. "I'm b-begging you, just let me go! I'll d-do anything. Anything at all. I-I have a f-family." Anderson moved his face up close to Conner's until they were now practically nose-to-nose.

"Well, then I guess you better hope that your family has med insurance for you," said the leader, poking again at Conner's chest. "You got yourself into this mess, and you're going to see it through until you've actually learned something." Conner's eyes stared in dread when he heard his own mother's darn near exact words from just the other day come spewing out from Anderson's mouth, words that were now twisted and perverted into something else.

"So, in other words;" Pablo chuckled darkly, cracking his own knuckles as well. "It's pounding time." At that very moment, Conner let out a terrible cry as his entire world quickly vanished around him in a surrounding haze. Seemingly endless waves of kicks and punches were thrown straight his way from all sides. Conner had no means of protection. No means at all.

They had spared him no chance for a breather whatsoever. Several hits made their mark with great succession, one strong punch landing close to his nose, almost breaking it. Everything came down at him so fast, all the while he continued to scream in pure unadulterated agony. He begged for them to stop. He wanted them so badly to stop. But still, they flat out refused to show him a little ounce of mercy.

One thought came to him as one powerful kick came down just above his solar plexus, knocking the wind out of his lungs; if only he had kept his mouth shut, if only he had simply done what he was told to do, he wouldn't be finding himself in this situation in the first place. Those words repeatedly played out in his mind, a clear yet hazing callback to his argument with his mother and sisters just the other day.

Conner let out more agonizing cries as each wave of punches and kicks seemed to drag on forever. And then, after what had felt like an eternity, everything had suddenly and yet finally stopped. The wave of physical violence had seized. Conner now laid their curled up on the concrete floor nearly on his side.

Blood now oozed down from his lips and nose, his entire body almost covered in fresh scruffs and a few severe-looking bruises. He struggled to gaze up at his attackers, a few choking sobs and a couple of small coughs escaping his throat. Anderson, Pablo, and Taylor had slightly backed up a bit while still standing over him like mighty clock towers, panting from near exhaustion, their fists now aching. Anderson turned to his cohorts.

"You guys got anything else left in ya?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," Pablo answered lowly. "I got just one last thing."

"P-Please..." Conner wheezed, struggling to breathe, barely reaching his left hand out to them. "N-No more..."

"Oh, yes more," Pablo sneered. And so, he stomped the heel of his shoe down very hard on the back of Conner's left hand, crushing it until they heard something crack inside. Conner let out a terrible, pain-induced cry.

"That was for calling me a nerd!" Pablo shouted. Taylor walked over to his legs and she grabbed the boy's right foot.

"This is for calling me desperate!" she growled as she twisted Conner's ankle so hard until it had sprained. Conner let out another wail as he held his now broken hand close to his chest. After Taylor and Pablo had backed away a bit, Anderson loomed toweringly over Conner like a giant statue, and the boy instinctively knew all too well what he was about to do.

"And this is for kicking me in the jewels," the tall bully muttered, the tone in his voice laced with malice and personal hatred. Conner closed his eyes tightly and he bit down on his now bruised lower lip, steeling himself for what was about to be the final incoming blow. In that perfectly timed instant, Anderson swung his leg in one swift kick, hitting Conner square in the groin with all his might.

Conner let out one final bloodcurdling scream of pain as his hands quickly and instinctively went down to grasp for his genitals. Thankfully, nothing else had come after that, for they all knew the damage had already been done. Conner now laid there sprawled on the concrete ground, his lower bloody lip quivering, and letting out sharp groans of pain and weeping tears, as he still held his injured hand close to his now beaten chest. Anderson crossed his arms with a sneering frown.

"You reap what you sow, punk," he muttered. Conner let out a choking sob, a string of blood and spit dripping from his bloody lip. Taylor shook her head with a scoff.

"This is just so pathetic," she said, placing both her hands on her hips. There was a short pause for a moment until Pablo finally spoke up.

"What do we do now?" he asked curiously with an arched eyebrow.

"Let's leave him," Anderson ordered, still looking down at the boy. "I think he's got the message pretty nice and clear. Now, let's go and get out of here, before anyone else shows up."

And so, Anderson, Taylor, and Pablo did a quick turn around they and walked away, heading towards the far end of the alleyway from whence they came, not before grabbing Conner's backpack that still contained his clothes. And the three of them had finally turned at the corner and disappeared, leaving young Conner behind... bruised... bleeding... Completely alone... with nobody to hear his tear-filled sobs and his weakened cries for help.

To say that Conner Pingrey was having a very bad day was truly an understatement of the century...


It looks like things have just escalated from bad to worse. What is Conner going to do, now that he has been nearly beaten within an inch of his poor life and left out to die in that alley? Well, I guess you're gonna have to wait until the next chapter comes around next week.

Send me some of your reviews and tell me what you all think. Until then, have a good day today. ;)