"Take this you little shit!!!"
What came next was the sound of a fist slamming against flesh and a body thudding against a wall. The unlucky victim being young a boy, most likely from middle school, wearing casual clothing that was disheveled and decorated with a few blood stains
The fist came from a boy who had a much more taller stature paired with a broad physique. Most likely coming from a high-school as he wore an all black uniform
Behind this broad boy was his group of goons cheering him on as he was beating the poor kid into submission.
Thankfully, no one has interrupted the leader's session of 'stress relieving.' But they did have a friend who was standing guard at the end of the alleyway. His job being to scare off any passers-by who dared to intervene in their 'business.'
So all they had to do is sit back and watch the sho-
"Can you hurry this up man!? If you keep this up we're gonna miss our meet up with the fake ID dealer, and if that happens then we won't be able to hit up that bikini bar!" One of his goons exclaimed urgently to his leader
"Oh, quit your damn bitchin'! I just want to teach this kid what happens when he snitches on me. So just sit back and shut up!" The leader barked to his goon, who reluctantly complied
Unknown to them, their victim had a switch blade that was inside the back pocket of his pants. He rose his head, forming a weak grin as he slowly began pulling out his knife.
"The hell you smiling about!?" The leader asked in an irritated yell as he noticed his victim's grin. His ears failing to catch the click of a switch blade knife
His goons were also curious as to why the little bastard was grinning like a madman, before their leader let out the loudest scream they ever heard
The scream was so loud, that it alarmingly rang throughout the entire alleyway and onto the street below.
"You little bastard!!!" The leader roared as he let out a roar of pain, his hands pressing against his slashed cheek as he sobbed uncontrollably
"...you...deserved it..." The boy weakly taunted his attacker in between pants, slowly sending him a satisfied smile
One of the goons hastily moved his leader out of the way as he punched the boy in the face, knocking him down to the ground
Within a second, the rest of the group began stomping and kicking him throughout various parts of his body. Each blow making his body more sore than it already was with his eyes quickly seeing black
If this attack kept up for a little while longer, then the boy would possibly end up passing out
Or worse...
"Leave him alone!" An elderly yet stern voice called out to them
The halted their assault as they heard the voice call out to them. The four of them turned their heads to see an old man hunched over, cane wrapped around his right hand as he glared at them at the end of the alleyway
Along with their guard knocked out unconscious as his body laid against the alley wall.
Whoever this old man was he didn't have the look of the average old man as he stood over 6 feet tall, had a broad stature, neatly combed back white hair, and topping it off with intense blue eyes that could judge anyone's soul.
But in usual cliche fashion, these punks were not intimidated by the presence of the old man.
"How about you piss off, gramps!? This don't concern you!" The one in the front, who the old man decided to label as goon #1, demanded him with a shout
"It'll definitely benefit your well-being! If you even have one" Another goon who was behind #1, the old man labeling him as #2, taunted him with a grin
"Hold on a second here guys, maybe we can discuss this issue without needing to beat up another idiot" Another goon arose behind #2, now labeled #3, as he had both of his hands up, attempting to look harmless in the eyes of the old man
"How oh, wise one?" Goon #2 asked sarcastically with goon #1 and goon #4 turning to him
"You guys are blind as bats to not see that this guy is loaded with cash. After all, no one has the guts to strut around here wearing a suit like that." Goon #3 pointed out
The goons took another look at the old geezer. Devious grins forming on their faces as they took notice of the classy attire the old geezer was wearing.
"Not happening"
But their grins quickly disappeared to the old man's harsh disapproval.
"What you say!?" Goon #1 asked him in an offended tone
"I'm not going to pay trash like you to leave the kid alone" He said as he hardened his glare
"Are you sure you'd like to piss us off rather than paying us to walk away? Because if that happens, then we can leave the kid alone and you'd get to walk away with your life. Which would be a classified win-win situation for all of us" Goon #3 replied with a proud smile, the rest of the group all nodding in agreement
"Then I should rephrase to what I said earlier: I would prefer burning my money in a dumpster so I don't have to hand it over to worthless bugs like you" The old man said as he began walking towards them, his cane clicking against the concrete
"So you rather have us take the money from your already decayed body!? Fine by me!!!" Goon #1 yelled as he rushed at the old man, cocking back his right fist as he was about this old geezer his very last beating
Unfortunately for this boy, he would soon end up sharing a hospital bed with his companions
As soon as he shot out his fist, the old man swiftly parried the attack using the tip of his cane before swinging it to his chin. Surprising the rest of the hooligans as goon #1 was sent crashing back to goon #2, knocking him down as well
Goon #3 now had a shocked expression as his eyes looked back and forth to his knocked down friends and the glaring old man.
But he quickly replaced his shock with rage as he rushed at the old man and shot out his left fist in a haymaker. The old man stepped aside as he flew past him but yelled out in pain as he felt the impact of wood slamming against his legs.
Goon #3 felt his face scrape roughly against the concrete as he fell down onto the floor. His nose getting broken thanks to the momentum he previously built.
On instinct, the old man swung his cane with both arms, turning his upper body to the left to build more momentum as his cane slammed against goon #4, who leaped at him from the shadows for a surprise attack
The large amount of power the sneaky punk felt from the old man's cane sent him crashing back to a pile of trash, clattering sounds soon filling the entire alleyway.
"H-Holy shit!!!" The old man's head slightly perked up as he heard the shocked cry.
He turned his gaze to the cry that belonged to goon #2. The little punk trembling uncontrollably as the old man's eyes fell onto him.
"H-Hey! Look man I'm sorry!!"
The old man didn't respond as he took a few steps towards him, his narrowed eyes gave the punk a deeper feel of fear.
Goon #2 took a few steps back as the old man kept approaching him "How about I-I turn myself in and the rest of these guys to the cops! I'll make sure I tell 'em everything we have done to this kid, and w-we'll never do this type of stuff ever again!"
Goon #2 flinched back as he saw the old man raising up his cane, thinking he was going to mercilessly strike him. He was surprised as he only saw the tip of the wooden cane barely touching his nose.
"You better" Goon #2 didn't respond for a short moment as he processed the old man's warning.
The kind that said 'I'm gonna find you if you don't keep your word.' It terrified him to the extent of almost wetting his own pants.
Thankfully, that didn't happen as his brain quickly proceeded the warning. With that, the punk started to run as fast he could from the terrifying old man; the short hairs on his back rising up as those fearsome blue eyes watched him.
"Hmph" The old man grunted in slight annoyance as the punk disappeared into the streets.
He turned his gaze onto the heavily wounded boy, his glare turning into a neutral expression.
"They're lucky I'm way past my prime"
His cane clicked against the concrete as he approached the boy. He hoped that this boy at least had a phone on him so he could call emergency services.
And tell the police that the soon to be knocked out leader was here.
The old man narrowed his eyes as he knew the leader of these punks was waiting for the right moment to strike. And the second he turned his back on him, he gripped the knife that was dropped by his victim.
He launched himself at him, left arm raising the knife high into the air to properly stab the old man's back.
Another scream of pain filled the alleyway, the punk laid out on the concrete path as his hand was getting punctured by a set of jagged teeth.
Courtesy of a large black dog that carried the same fearsome nature of the old man.
The punk let out another pained scream before he began punching the dog repeatedly using his free hand "G-Get off me you goddamn mutt!!!"
The dog only responded with a growl as he put a bit more pressure to his bite. Which made the punk scream even louder.
It's was a miracle that not even a single person heard the screams. Though, that just made the convenience better for the old man.
"Down, Ace!"
The dog named Ace, opened his mouth to let go of the boy's hand before he ran towards his master. Standing right next to him as he snarled at the bully.
The bully let out another pained scream as he held up his injured hand. He sent the old man a weak glare, emphasis on weak as his eyes had a few tears coming out.
"You'll pay for this you old bastard...!"
The old man responded with silence; cold blue eyes narrowing into the punk's core.
"Typical. People like you always putting on this intimidating facade, thinking that no one would be able to see your true weakness." The old man said in a cold, emotionless tone that caused the punk's blood go down in temperature.
Those words made the punk's throat go dry. The combination of the old man's eyes and tone had a restraining effect on his entire body, as he felt like he couldn't move his limbs. But in reality, it was his instincts telling to NOT move.
"A-At least I won't die in a few years...!" He retorted to the old man. An attempt to show SOME courage to the eyes of the old man.
It was, of course, a futile attempt as the old man looked unfazed by the insult. All it did was make the punk look like an absolute idiot for trying.
"I am aware of that. Now leave." The old man ordered in his cold tone.
Not wasting a second, the punk quickly got off the ground and scurried away from the alleyway. Knocking over a pile of trash while he did so.
The old man's eyes trailed at the running punk, before he looked down when he heard Ace emit a light growl. His eyes noticing the cellphone that was gripped in-between the dog's teeth.
"Good boy" The old man praised his dog in a slightly softer tone.
He ran a hand across the dog's head for a brief moment before his hand reached down and grabbed the phone.
A moment later, he had the phone next to his ear as he was now talking to emergency services.
"How long is it gonna take for the ambulance to get here?" The old man asked to the emergency service employee.
"In about 10 or 15 minutes, sir. So I recommend you stay with the boy until th-"
"No need. I'll send my dog to meet the ambulance halfway"
Not giving the employee the time to respond, the old man pressed the end call button. He looked down to Ace and sent him a nod.
The dog elevated his back legs and sprinted out of the alleyway to complete his masters task.
The old man stared at his running dog for a brief moment before turning his entire body to the other side of the alleyway. He began leaving the area, leaving behind the echo of his cane clacking subtlety against the concrete.