Chapter 7: The Fight
It was chaos. Everyone was on the floor. Spinelli had been tied up. Gus was lying unconscious with 'The Big Four' and Mundy's gang. Further up the alley, he saw Mundy kicking Vince in the ribs.
"Let him go," he shouted furiously.
"Detweiler! Decided to show up after all, eh?"
"I had business."
"Yeah, of course you did!" Mundy said sarcastically, moving closer.
"Yes, and I think I have to finish some now!" T.J replied, moving closer as well.
"Well, I don't think my fist agrees with you finishing it," Mundy growled.
"Mundy can I ask you why you did this?" T.J asked deeply. You could have turned out greater, once, you were liked, and you were nice."
"I could have turned out better? How? It took me up to the 7th grade to spell a four letter word."
"People respected you in the 4th grade, if they did then, it's not too late now. It's never to late to change. The least you could do is give me the money, and apologise."
"Why do that when I could just keep the money?"
"Please Mundy, I'm trying to do the right thing here. You can change."
"I'm sorry man. I didn't want to be like this. I don't enjoy be bad. It's not my fault," cried Mundy.
Mundy looked down. He looked sad. He moved towards T.J, he was now in range.
"It's O.K, just give me the money."
"O.K, here you go, said Mundy, quickly.
T.J didn't sense it. Mundy landed a hard punch on his nose. Before T.J had time to retaliate, Mundy sent another powerful blow to his gut. Mundy moved to make another hit but T.J ducked in time. He struck out at Mundy at smacked him hard in the stomach.
As Mundy bent down clutching his stomach, T.J kneed him in the face, sending blood flowing out of his nose. Mundy fell to the ground. T.J kicked him twice.
He started searching Mundy's pockets. He found the money, but there was only $400. He searched again. Nothing.
"You B------, you spent $100 already"
T.J ran over to his friends. Vince was bloody and badly bruised, so was everyone except Spinelli. She was tied up but had obviously been knocked out by a blow on her head.
He untied Spinelli and spent a lot of time trying to get them up. After five minutes most of them were. T.J was thankful, this had all happened because of him, and he was not sure it was even worth it. Maybe it was all done for nothing. Luckily, no weapons had been used for the fight.
"T.J?" It was Mike.
"Yes?"
"Great timing."
"Thanks", laughed T.J. Mikey always joked in one of those situations of crisis. How could he keep his humour at a time like this?
After ten minutes everyone had got up. Most of Mundy's gang were as well, but they paid no attention to anyone.
"So how was your date?" Vince asked sarcastically.
"Never mind!" T.J laughed. "At least I got the money."
'Well that's one good thing," said Spinelli.
"Probably the only thing," muttered Gus.
They started walking away, T.J had to help both Vince and Gus walk. In the distance they heard something. It didn't bother them at first.
"I wonder what that is" said Vince.
No one answered. As it came closer they all heard it, recognised it, and dreaded it. Police Sirens.
"Police. Everybody run!" Yelled someone from Mundy's gang.
It was chaos. Everyone was on the floor. Spinelli had been tied up. Gus was lying unconscious with 'The Big Four' and Mundy's gang. Further up the alley, he saw Mundy kicking Vince in the ribs.
"Let him go," he shouted furiously.
"Detweiler! Decided to show up after all, eh?"
"I had business."
"Yeah, of course you did!" Mundy said sarcastically, moving closer.
"Yes, and I think I have to finish some now!" T.J replied, moving closer as well.
"Well, I don't think my fist agrees with you finishing it," Mundy growled.
"Mundy can I ask you why you did this?" T.J asked deeply. You could have turned out greater, once, you were liked, and you were nice."
"I could have turned out better? How? It took me up to the 7th grade to spell a four letter word."
"People respected you in the 4th grade, if they did then, it's not too late now. It's never to late to change. The least you could do is give me the money, and apologise."
"Why do that when I could just keep the money?"
"Please Mundy, I'm trying to do the right thing here. You can change."
"I'm sorry man. I didn't want to be like this. I don't enjoy be bad. It's not my fault," cried Mundy.
Mundy looked down. He looked sad. He moved towards T.J, he was now in range.
"It's O.K, just give me the money."
"O.K, here you go, said Mundy, quickly.
T.J didn't sense it. Mundy landed a hard punch on his nose. Before T.J had time to retaliate, Mundy sent another powerful blow to his gut. Mundy moved to make another hit but T.J ducked in time. He struck out at Mundy at smacked him hard in the stomach.
As Mundy bent down clutching his stomach, T.J kneed him in the face, sending blood flowing out of his nose. Mundy fell to the ground. T.J kicked him twice.
He started searching Mundy's pockets. He found the money, but there was only $400. He searched again. Nothing.
"You B------, you spent $100 already"
T.J ran over to his friends. Vince was bloody and badly bruised, so was everyone except Spinelli. She was tied up but had obviously been knocked out by a blow on her head.
He untied Spinelli and spent a lot of time trying to get them up. After five minutes most of them were. T.J was thankful, this had all happened because of him, and he was not sure it was even worth it. Maybe it was all done for nothing. Luckily, no weapons had been used for the fight.
"T.J?" It was Mike.
"Yes?"
"Great timing."
"Thanks", laughed T.J. Mikey always joked in one of those situations of crisis. How could he keep his humour at a time like this?
After ten minutes everyone had got up. Most of Mundy's gang were as well, but they paid no attention to anyone.
"So how was your date?" Vince asked sarcastically.
"Never mind!" T.J laughed. "At least I got the money."
'Well that's one good thing," said Spinelli.
"Probably the only thing," muttered Gus.
They started walking away, T.J had to help both Vince and Gus walk. In the distance they heard something. It didn't bother them at first.
"I wonder what that is" said Vince.
No one answered. As it came closer they all heard it, recognised it, and dreaded it. Police Sirens.
"Police. Everybody run!" Yelled someone from Mundy's gang.
