I don't remember much of my home, the Empire. But I do remember my last day there clearly. I remember boarding the ship.. and something about the Empire "cleansing" my planet.
Jerked from my reverie by the jostle of students around me, I blinked slightly before heading into the drab school building. I shouldered my way roughly through the throngs of students, keeping my head down and trying to appear invisible. Unfortunately, today was not one of the days were I could skate by.
"Hey! Douche bag!" An all too familiar male voice called. I stopped and glancing behind me, I recognized who he was. With a sigh, I realized that I was only feet away from my locker and first class as well.
"Blane." I stated calmly, lifting my head to face him square on. Most days, I would try my best to avoid conflict. But for some reason, I just couldn't seem to do it. Not that day. Perhaps it was because I had had to spend over two years dealing with this idiot thug and I was just tired. Turning, I dropped my bag, tossing it lightly in the direction of where a crowd was forming. "What the hell do you want?" I asked, hostility lacing my voice.
"Ooooh!" Blane taunted, pulling a laugh from his lackeys. "You finally grow a pair little prick?" Shaking my head, I couldn't stop the smirk from spreading across my face.
"Is that the best you can come up with?"
Anger flitted across his face a few seconds later when he realized that he was being mocked. He took a step forward, intimidation clear in his list of plans. Peering upwards, the annoying rat was only a head taller and, thankfully, his friends were more my size.
"I think you should back down shorty," he dropped his voice, trying to sound threatening and succeeding in sounding more like the pig he was.
Not sparing a glance at the goon, I grinned and said, "Now, why would I do that?" The crowd began whisper and murmur as they place bets on what was about to happen. I ignored them. Blane's lackeys, whose names I could never quite remember, circled around me. Peering over both shoulders, I kept them both in my peripheral. "What?" I asked. "Are you going to beat me?" Chuckling at my own sarcasm, I continued to watch the dogs. Apparently, they thought this was a good idea and Blane signalled the two forward.
Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I watched, amused at as they raised their fists, and began to tease them. "You both have terrible stance. My little sister could do better." Just as I wished, this set them off and they rushed me.
The first thug threw a wild punch. To slow, I thought as I caught his wrist, re-directing his fist, I spun his arm behind his back, threatening to break multiple bones in him arm. Noticing the second idiot who thought he could fight try to make his move, I planted my elbow on the shoulder of Thug 1, tugging at his wrist it dislocated. Spinning on Thug 2 I planted my foot in his solar plexus, knocking him back and knocking the air out of him.
With a bored sigh, I stepped away from the now groaning pair and headed over to where I had tossed my bag. Leaning down, I had just clasped my fingers around the strap when someone grabbed my shirt collar, spun me around and slammed their fist into my face.