Keely slept soundly with Marshmallow Kit-Kat McGee as Phil sat out on the couch. He had tried going to sleep but his mind was too boggled with horrid truth and images. His best friend was pounded on in the dead of winter by four mugger guys and it was all recorded. Just at that moment, an odd idea popped into his head. Keely had said something scared them off. If they fled, did they remember to take the camera? Or did they forget it? If he wasn't going to sleep anyway…He stood up and walked over to the cracked door of Keely's room. She was still fast asleep with the little white buffalo in her arms.

Phil grabbed his sweatshirt and re-downloaded the path to the alley way where he first found her. What a memory that was. The sun was ready to come up. Maybe in an hour or so. The snow fell silently and no one was out yet. It was kind of an eerie stillness. Phil followed the line on the Wizrd once again. Leading him to that vile alley. He finally saw that last turn he had to take. And as he grew closer and closer, faint voices could be heard. Laughing, talking. The voices grew louder.

Phil turned the corner and stood there. Four guys stood around a video camera. One guy had four knives taped to his knuckles. Phil knew exactly who they were. His blood began to boil.

"Hey!" Phil bellowed.

The four thugs turned around. One was twice Phil's size. The other three were just a little taller then him.

Phil started to walk towards them.

"Hey, lookie here." One of them said.

"Are you the guys who just jumped a blond girl?" He angrily asked.

"What's it to ya?"

"That girl is my best friend." Phil said.

"So, girls are so inferior to us. Why would you have one for a friend? They're so much fun to strike. Obviously you haven't felt the pleasure of beating someone." Four-Finger said. This made Phil infuriated.

"No, but I will now."

Phil instantly socked him in the jaw. He dropped the video camera onto the cold ground. The other three guys stood there. Four-Finger bent back up, rubbing his jaw.

"That was a big mistake buddy." He said.

"Get him."

They charged at Phil. One walloped him in the shoulder. Phil took a swing and hit him in the stomach. That guy keeled over. Four-Finger knocked Phil right in the jaw with his bare hand and then sliced his arm with his other. Phil stumbled back, grabbing his arm. Blood now ran down his arm from the four slashes. Four-Finger swung out his leg, tripping Phil. He crushed his ankle with his foot. Phil let out a silent scream. He ripped away from Four-Finger and stood up. He could see all of them coming for him. He bolted towards them. He grabbed the two and threw them down next to the previous guy that had keeled over. He began to punch wildly, anywhere he could reach.

He was suddenly picked up off the ground. The minute he was set down, a bolt of excruciating pain spread from his rib cage. The gigantic brute had struck Phil right on the left side of his ribs. Phil keeled over onto his knees, hugging his ribs. Four-Finger stood up clumsily.

"Come on, let's get outta here."

All of them followed the leader. They ran out of the alley and down the street.

Phil stayed in the snow. The sun was coming up behind him. He looked around the alley, in front of him was the video camera.

I didn't think this was one of my best chapters but there's more coming to stay tuned...