DISCLAIMER! Bodies is not belong to me! It belong to the Almighty Drowning Pool I am not making any money off the title…
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Let the bodies hit the floor …
Let the bodies hit the floor …
Let the bodies hit the floor …
Let the bodies hit the...
Floor!
Beaten, why for…
Can't take much more …
Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go now
One! Nothing wrong with me…
Two! Nothing wrong with me…
Three! Nothing wrong with me…
Four! Nothing wrong with me…
One! Something's got to give…
Two! Something's got to give…
Three! Something's got to give…
Four! Something's got to give…
Now!
Let the bodies hit the floor!
Let the bodies hit the floor!
Let the bodies hit the floor!
Let the bodies hit the floor!
Push me again…
This is the end…
Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go now
One! Nothing wrong with me…
Two! Nothing wrong with me…
Three! Nothing wrong with me…
Four! Nothing wrong with me…
One! Something's got to give…
Two! Something's got to give…
Three! Something's got to give…
Four! Something's got to give…
Now!
Let the bodies hit the floor!
Let the bodies hit the floor!
Let the bodies hit the floor!
Let the bodies hit the floor!
Skin to skin, blood and bone…
You're all by yourself, but you're not alone…
You wanted in and now you're here…
Driven by hate, consumed by fear…
Let the bodies hit the floor!
Let the bodies hit the floor!
Let the bodies hit the floor!
Let the bodies hit the floor!
One! Nothing wrong with me…
Two! Nothing wrong with me…
Three! Nothing wrong with me…
Four! Nothing wrong with me…
One! Something's got to give…
Two! Something's got to give…
Three! Something's got to give…
Four! Something's got to give…
Now!
Let the bodies hit the floor!
Let the bodies hit the floor!
Let the bodies hit the floor!
Let the bodies hit the floor!
Go!
Now!
Go!
Now!
Go!
Now!
Go!
Now!
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Well, another uneventful week ended and Dib walked home alone since Gaz had to stay after and make up a test. Dib had many things on his mind mainly because it was another competition week. He didn't even notice that three jocks that were following him.
"Hey! Get 'em!" shouted the bigger of the three.
"Shit…" growled Dib as the two jocks were on him in an instant, grabbing his arms painfully. He looked up at the leader, "What the hell do you want, meat head?"
The leader punched Dib squarely in the face, "I'm make a punchin' bag out of yoo…" He punched Dib a few more times, "teach yoo not to be a fag…" Punch.
"And how the hell did you come to that conclusion, fucker…" said Dib as he spat blood and spit into his assailant's face.
"'Cause yer skinny and you're a Goth…" said the jock wiping the excrement from his face, "I'll make you pay for that!" The jock punched Dib a few more times in the stomach.
"Hey, your epidermis is showing…" coughed Dib.
"Where?" said the jock, looking at his fly, realizing it was closed proceeded to inflict bodily punishment until someone called his attention away.
"Stop it…" Zak was walking towards them.
"Hey look! It's another one!" said the leader, "It's a nerd! We'll chase him down when this one dies…" the jock smirked and punched Dib a few more times, who was starting to look half dead anyway…
Dib coughed up blood and was having trouble breathing. He heard voices, but couldn't distinguish any of them. The only reason he was still standing was because he was being held up by the two jocks, otherwise, he would have plummeted like a stone.
"I said, cut it out…" said Zak in a deadly calm. He continued walked toward the leader, who was just laughing at him.
"Hey look, the big, bad geek is gonna beat me up!" he laughed stupidly as did his followers.
Zak just dropped his backpack to the side as he continued to advance on the leader. All they did was laugh at him.
Then, Zak was right in front of the leader. He started to laugh along with the jocks right before he punched the leader in the neck and dropped him. Boom! Knocked out cold!
"I'm NOT a nerd, you stupid fuck…" said Zak coolly. Zak's arm was still in the position from when he punched the leader. All he had to do was look over at the other two and they turned tail, taking their fallen leader with them. Zak caught Dib as he dropped, and laid him onto the grass. He looked worriedly at Dib, 'Those morons did a number on him…' he thought.
Dib's face was swollen, bruised and bloodied. His shirt was covered in blood and after further examination, his chest and belly were also covered with dark purple and red bruises, no doubt from being punched far too hard and too long…Then, something caught Zak's eye, and it scared him to hell and back…Dib's chest wasn't rising…
"No, no, no…" Zak murmured as he placed his ear next to Dib's mouth. He wasn't breathing, but his heart was still beating, however faint it was.
"Shit!" gulped Zak, whipping out his phone and dialing 911. A lady picked up on the other line.
"What is your emergency?"
"My friend has been beat up really bad, he isn't breathing but his hearts still beating!" said Zak hurriedly.
"What is your location?" asked the woman calmly.
"Uh..." Zak looked around, "On Telegraph right after H.F. road." He said quickly.
"Old Telegraph or New?" replied the lady.
"New, please hurry!" said Zak, panic starting to take a hold of him.
"It's ok, someone will be there shortly. Just calm down, it will be alright." She said softly and reassuringly.
Zak put his other ear to Dib's chest and listened. Dib's heart was slowing down, he was dieing…
"His heart's starting to stop!" Zak chocked into the phone.
"The emergency team will be there in about 30 seconds. Please remain calm." She said from the other line. Zak could hear the sirens, and the ambulance came around the corner.
"They're here…" he said and he cut off the call, sticking the phone back into his pocket. The rescuers went strait to Dib and checked his vitals. They weren't good…The team immediately put a tube down Dib's throat and into his lungs, manually feeding air into the starved organs. All Zak could do was watch and hope for the best.
Then, the rescuers strapped Dib onto a gurney and started putting him into the ambulance. Zak had gathered up his backpack and Dib's and was standing off to the side so he wouldn't get in the way.
"You coming kid?" asked one of the emergency team members in a gruff voice. Zak nodded and climbed into the back with Dib, listening to emergency equipment beep and buzz. He couldn't help but feel that this was his fault for some reason…
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I forgot to mention that there was a major edit at the end of chapter 6, so if you could all kindly go back and view the very last sentence or two. This is all I have for now, so until I write up more, this is all you get. Love to all my readers.