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Gordo felt like he was floating on air. His heart pounded and he knew he wore a cheesy grin upon his face, but he couldn't help it. Finally, he'd kissed her! And he wasn't even the one to instigate it. He resister the urge to skip the rest of the way to his house.
Over a block away from the McGuire household a strange chill racked his body. Pausing, he shivered quickly. He started walking again and glanced over his shoulder. He saw nothing but the inky darkness of the night. An uneasy feeling took over and he quickened his steps. He cleared his mind of thoughts of Lizzie and focused on his surroundings. He heard something behind him. Was it a foot step? The sound came again and he stopped. He looked around as much as he could without moving his head. The same sound again. But what was it?
Quickly, he twisted around.
Nothing.
He craned his head around, trying to see in the darkness. He wished a cat would appear and prove he'd been afraid of nothing. After staring into the darkness for several more seconds, he let out a sigh. There was nothing there. He started walking again.
The hit came from behind.
A forceful shove.
He staggered forward and caught himself, but was hit again, this time a kick to the back of his knees. He sprawled forward onto the ground.
With a choking gasp, he glanced over his shoulder. The figure was male, broad shoulders, taller than him, a mask covered the face. Gordo started to stand back up, but another kick raced towards him. He shoved the foot quickly away and stepped back.
His attacker didn't falter and lunched forward, his right fist connecting squarely with Gordo's jaw.
Pain shot through Gordo's system as his hand shot up to cover his injured cheek. His mouth filled with the copper taste of blood. Undaunted, the attacker came again, Gordo managed to side step the blow and shove the attacker into a wall behind him. With the break, he tried to start the opposite way, but he wasn't quick enough. The guy's fist locked firmly on his arm and brought Gordo forward. He tried to twist away, but was no match for the pounding fist. A sharp hit into his stomach knocked the wind out of him and he gasped for breath.
His attacker seemed to be enjoying this. Gordo wished he'd had more training in fighting, he'd never fought before in his life. The mask figure came forward again but he stepped the opposite way. His mind went desperately to old fight movies he'd seen.
Like a lion circling it's prey, the figure came closer, his eyes never leaving Gordo.
Gordo brought his hands up in front of his face, he tensely made fist. He threw his right arm out. The figure threw his arm away easily. Without thinking, Gordo swung his left arm out and caught the attacker by surprise. His hit, though not as powerful as the ones he'd been receiving, connected with the bone just below the attacker's eye.
The attacker came forward again and Gordo realized he'd done nothing but piss him off.
The tried to defend himself, but he hadn't been trained, and was no match for him. Gordo's arms swung wildly, but to no avail. Another hit to his face, then a kick to his knee. With a cry of pain, his knee gave out and he dropped to the ground. A black boot smashed into the side of his head, pushing him completely onto the ground. He felt every nerve in his ankle throb with pain as it twisted the wrong way in the fall. His hold body was pain, he felt like he'd never move again. Another vicious kick to his side, then another. First his vision blurred and soon everything darkened and he felt nothing anymore.
Gordo felt like he was floating on air. His heart pounded and he knew he wore a cheesy grin upon his face, but he couldn't help it. Finally, he'd kissed her! And he wasn't even the one to instigate it. He resister the urge to skip the rest of the way to his house.
Over a block away from the McGuire household a strange chill racked his body. Pausing, he shivered quickly. He started walking again and glanced over his shoulder. He saw nothing but the inky darkness of the night. An uneasy feeling took over and he quickened his steps. He cleared his mind of thoughts of Lizzie and focused on his surroundings. He heard something behind him. Was it a foot step? The sound came again and he stopped. He looked around as much as he could without moving his head. The same sound again. But what was it?
Quickly, he twisted around.
Nothing.
He craned his head around, trying to see in the darkness. He wished a cat would appear and prove he'd been afraid of nothing. After staring into the darkness for several more seconds, he let out a sigh. There was nothing there. He started walking again.
The hit came from behind.
A forceful shove.
He staggered forward and caught himself, but was hit again, this time a kick to the back of his knees. He sprawled forward onto the ground.
With a choking gasp, he glanced over his shoulder. The figure was male, broad shoulders, taller than him, a mask covered the face. Gordo started to stand back up, but another kick raced towards him. He shoved the foot quickly away and stepped back.
His attacker didn't falter and lunched forward, his right fist connecting squarely with Gordo's jaw.
Pain shot through Gordo's system as his hand shot up to cover his injured cheek. His mouth filled with the copper taste of blood. Undaunted, the attacker came again, Gordo managed to side step the blow and shove the attacker into a wall behind him. With the break, he tried to start the opposite way, but he wasn't quick enough. The guy's fist locked firmly on his arm and brought Gordo forward. He tried to twist away, but was no match for the pounding fist. A sharp hit into his stomach knocked the wind out of him and he gasped for breath.
His attacker seemed to be enjoying this. Gordo wished he'd had more training in fighting, he'd never fought before in his life. The mask figure came forward again but he stepped the opposite way. His mind went desperately to old fight movies he'd seen.
Like a lion circling it's prey, the figure came closer, his eyes never leaving Gordo.
Gordo brought his hands up in front of his face, he tensely made fist. He threw his right arm out. The figure threw his arm away easily. Without thinking, Gordo swung his left arm out and caught the attacker by surprise. His hit, though not as powerful as the ones he'd been receiving, connected with the bone just below the attacker's eye.
The attacker came forward again and Gordo realized he'd done nothing but piss him off.
The tried to defend himself, but he hadn't been trained, and was no match for him. Gordo's arms swung wildly, but to no avail. Another hit to his face, then a kick to his knee. With a cry of pain, his knee gave out and he dropped to the ground. A black boot smashed into the side of his head, pushing him completely onto the ground. He felt every nerve in his ankle throb with pain as it twisted the wrong way in the fall. His hold body was pain, he felt like he'd never move again. Another vicious kick to his side, then another. First his vision blurred and soon everything darkened and he felt nothing anymore.
