HAPPY NEW YEAR!

As promised, I came back with a new chapter and I promised to deliver some action to you. That's exactly what you'll get

A warning to you guys, some Strong Language in this one. Just thought I should say so.

November 19th

"This is such bull… Why me?! I've been a fairly good person!" Seth spat under his breath. He ran as fast his legs could carry him, nearly losing his balance dodging around a couple students who walked in to his way. He successfully caught himself and pushed off of the lockers, "Give me a freaking break, Russell!"

"Go ahead, keep running, McKinnion!" He heard his pursuer shout after him. He was much too focused on running and not knocking anyone down to look back, "Lazy fuck like you can't keep up that pace!" As much as he mocked Russell for his cliché bully tactics, and intelligence –Hey, it's a defense mechanism- unfortunately, this time he was right.

Seth clutched at his heart. He could feel it happening again…

'No no no! Gotta… Keep running! … Put that adrenaline to better use! C'mon Mckinnion! C'mon C'mon C'mon!' He chanted in his mind. Over and over again he chanted this in his mind, trying his damnedest to somehow try and control his adrenaline rush. He could feel his heart pounding against the inside of his chest. The noise was deafening in his ears. He could only vaguely hear yelling behind him.

He couldn't focus on that. He had to run away.

Seth sighed in relief. The last class of the day was over. He didn't have to deal with his teacher's boring him to sleep, waking him up with a lecture on how he would never get anywhere by sleeping in their class, only to continue with their boring lesson and put him to sleep. Hey, if they didn't drawl on and on, sounding like they were bored of their own material, then he wouldn't sleep…

He knew what he was going to do. He was going to grab a drink on the way home, maybe one for Connie, and then he'd spend every hour he had until he would sleep either hanging out with Darren if he could, or playing video games. Either way, he'd get to relax. He'd been lucky enough to avoid Russell, Terry and Shaw. And, if he could, he'd like to keep it that way. He ran a hand through his scraggly brown hair, and decided to pull it back so that it was in a short ponytail and out of his way…

Today wasn't so bad

"Hey there, Seth! Ol' buddy, ol' pal!"

Shit.

Seth froze feeling an arm around his shoulders, and he glanced to see Russell smiling down at him. He could see that Terry and Shaw weren't too far away. Russell was nearly on the verge of squeezing his neck with his bicep and forearm, and Seth got the feeling that his blond haired enemy wanted to do that, and more.

"You've been avoiding us, pal," Russell said, shaking Seth a bit, "Helen saved you once, and then you pulled a disappearing trick. Why won't you just take your lumps like a man? Get it over with?" He asked, almost in a friendly tone. Russell's arm did tighten around Seth's neck, and the brunette reached for his arm, "It's best to let me vent my frustration while it's not so bad, then to let it reach a boiling point, where… Well, I just can't keep it contained."

"Agh!" Seth flinched away from a fast and powerful punch to his ribs. He was lucky Russell had missed his arm, or he just hadn't been aiming for it.

"So follow me, don't make a scene, and I promise to hold back a bit, hopefully not all of your ribs will be broken."

Seth planted his firmly against the floor, as firmly as he could anyway. It seemed like Russell was waiting for an answer. The brunette started to move his right slightly, though he was sure neither Russell of his lackeys saw it. He could feel his heart beat quickening. He had to get out of there…

"Sorry…" Seth started, "But this is for your own good…!" Seth struck Russell's ribs with a harsh blow from his elbow. The blond let him go, and Seth took his chance. He pushed away Terry who had reached him first, and luckily, he had pushed him straight in to Shaw.

He ran, he ran as fast his legs could carry him.

'This cannot be happening! This cannot happen again!'

If he stopped running, he was almost one-hundred percent certain that things would not end well, for him or Russell. He knew he couldn't stop. Not if he didn't want a repeat of last time…

He was running so fast. He could barely hear a thing, and his vision had already started to tunnel, black creeping in to his line of sight. He never saw it coming until it was too late. An arm was thrust in to his path, and before he even had a chance to react he was clotheslined. He felt his heart skip a beat as his feet left the solid ground. He could feel his windpipe being crushed, and when he gasped for air, he got nothing.

The next second he slammed in to the ground. He immediately reached for his throat, and rolled on to his knees. He sputtered, coughed, and he gasped for air all at the same time. That single second of being deprived of precious oxygen scared the daylights out of him.

"Nice… Try!" Seth couldn't see who, but one of Russell's lackeys emphasized his last word with a swift kick to his ribs. Seth gasped in pain, and quickly scurried away from them. He pulled himself up using the lockers. He glanced over his shoulder to see that Terry and Shaw had blocked his only means of escaping.

Which meant…

"Good work there, Terry…"

'Dammit all…' It was Russell. The blond haired bully wore a wicked smile. He shrugged off his jacket, and popped his knuckles. Anyone who didn't see him coming and immediately move was shoved aside without a second thought. Seth clinched and unclenched his left hand over and over again. The fingers of his right hand twitched. He could feel his arm shaking in its sling…

'I cannot freaking deal with this right now… Gotta calm down, Gotta calm down, Calm –The Fuck! – Down!'

He focused all of his efforts on calming his adrenaline rush. He never saw it coming until it was too late. Russell's fist struck his jaw with the force he thought was the equivalent of kissing a moving freight train. It felt like it anyway. Seth's vision faded for a brief second. His world was spinning. He suddenly crashed against something metallic, and very hard. He guessed it was the lockers.

He had no time to gather himself. A hand grabbed on to the back of his shirt, and pulled him back. His breath hitched in his throat, feeling a powerful blow strike his spine. He was whirled around, and another powerful punch struck him square in his jaw. This one picked him up off of his feet and threw him to the ground. Unfortunately, he landed on his right arm.

"Aaaagh!" Seth rolled on to his back, and thrashed. He hit the back of his head against the floor in his haze of pain. He wanted something else to focus on instead of his arm, but he found it only made his pain worse.

"Hahahaha! Oh man, this feels great! Venting anger and getting some revenge at the same time! Man, I love violence!" Russell exclaimed, punching at the air. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"Aaaagh! Hell… You son of a – Agh!" Seth rolled on to his side and slowly lifted himself up so that he was on his knees, doubled over and clutching at his injured arm. He found out quickly that it was a bad decision, because it gave Russell access to his unguarded ribcage.

Seth gasped, his breath hitching in his throat. He was struck harshly in his ribs. He was knocked on to his side again, and he coughed, unable to breath after such a harsh blow. He used his feet, and moved away as Russell went for another kick. Seth shakily pushed himself on to all fours and coughed violently. He clutched at his ribs…

'Can't… Can't breathe…' His ribs weren't broken or fractured. The pain would be a lot worse, though he could probably attribute the lack of pain due to the sheet amount he was feeling now and his adrenaline. His heart was beathing against the inside of his chest cavity. His head was pounding. His throat felt like it was constricting, and his vision was really beginning to tunnel…

Seth gritted his teeth. He lifted his head and struck his forehead against the ground.

"Heh, what's going on down there, Mckinnion? Trying to stop yourself from crying?" Russell asked crouching down, his mouth curled in to condescending smirk. He looked down at the beaten brunette and spit on Seth from a distance, "C'mon… You're makin' a fist there, so I take it you want to fight me?" Russell immediately shot in to action and closed the short distance between them with one long stride. One leg went forward, and he planted his foot firmly on the ground.

His other leg went way back, and he swung. The tip of his foot, with all of that momentum, struck Seth squarely in his stomach. The young man was sent skidding across the tiled floor, with students jumping back so that he wouldn't hit them.

Seth rolled on to his stomach, and weakly lifted himself up, barely off of the floor he vomited out his stomach contents, and coughed violently.

"You're not getting in any cheap shots! And no is going to fucking save you! You Are Dead!" Russell snarled, advancing on his victim.

"Russell… Stop it… Stop it now…" Seth said. He dry heaved. He was rather lucky he had pulled his hair back beforehand, "Stop… Stop it now…" He was begging. Not for his own safety though… In the back of his mind, he felt an urge. His left hand, the one he still had use of, balled in to a fist. Despite his blurring vision, he could see it. There were five faint trenches through the tile that he had dragged his fingers across.

"Or what?! Eh? Gonna fucking sucker punch like you did back then?" Russell stood over Seth and raised his foot. He brought it down heel first on Seth's back. He raised his foot and brought it down again and again on Seth's lower back, "You piece of shit! I'll teach you not to mess with me, asshole! Nobody fucking crosses me!" Russell was livid. He brought his foot down again, with more force that nearly flattened Seth against the floor, but the brunette caught himself.

Seth slowly raised himself back up, "Russell… Cut it out… Stop it now…"

"Speak up!" Russell shouted. Seth could faintly hear shouting at a distance that wasn't Russell, but his heart was pounding too loudly in his ears to hear, "SPEAK UP! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO ME!? You Begging, Mckinnion!? Eh, if so, let's hear it, Bitch!" Russell had a new target now: The back of Seth's head, "Better be quick about it!"

He raised his leg much higher. He intended to cause some damage.

The very millisecond Russell's foot began its descent. Seth's head whipped around, and in a rage he roared, "CUT IT OUT!" To everyone's surprise, even Russell's, Seth shot up. Fast. Russell's foot struck the side of his head, but Russell's surprise and Seth meeting the attack head-on, literally, lessened its damage.

As Seth shot up on to his feet, Russell was thrown off balance. Seth jumped at Russell and the two went to the ground with Russell on bottom.

Seth drew his fist back, veins popping up all along his arm. He brought his fist down. Russell watched it miss. The attacked missed, striking the floor just to the left of his head. Seth drove his fist in to the tiled floor with such force that shards of tiles shot up. Cracks tore through tile after tile, stretching from one side of the hall to the other. It shook the lockers, and several students lost their balance if they were close enough, or straight out fell on their rears.

Russell, shocked, his mouth agape, and after such words, threatening Seth like he had, he looked frightened, "Wha – What the hell are you?"

Seth didn't answer. His right arm began to visibly shake and he slowly pulled it from its sling. He clinched his fist so tight that Russell heard several pops, and he watched as veins began to pop up on Seth's hand and his arm. The blond-haired bully quickly brought his arms up, crossing them in front of his face in an attempt to protect his face from what was about to happen.

Seth slowly pulled his arm back, "I told you to stop… I can't… I can't…" He started to hyperventilate. Russell took his chance.

He swung his left arm, backhanding Seth and knocking the dazed young man to the ground. Russell rolled and straddled his victim. He wrapped his left hand around Seth's throat. The young man weakly raised his right arm, and tried to free himself, but to no avail. Russell drew back his right arm, his hand balling in to a fist.

"Back… Off!" Seth wheezed, trying to struggle free.

"Not a chance!" Russell replied. He threw his punch. It was mere inches from Seth's face! Inches away from dealing that blow that surely would've broken his nose! But his fist was stopped.

His head whipped around, and there she was. Helen Walker had stopped him a second time! That was two times too many, "Fucking bug-eyes! You want to fight me too, eh?!" Helen didn't answer with her words, but gripped his upper arm tightly and pulled Russell off of Seth. The blond haired bully scrambled to his feet, and he dodged a punch that Helen threw.

"That answer your question?" She asked, and Russell sneered.

Both of them took a step forward, Russell threw fast right hook, but Helen ducked under it. The wind that followed rustled her hair and there was a hollow echo within the lockers, 'That's a lot of power…' Helen thought. She was quick to act. With her feet planted firmly, she threw an uppercut.

Russell stepped back, and he bent his knees. A wicked grin spread across his face. He stepped in to Helen's guard.

'Shi - !' "- Agh!" Helen felt a sharp pain. She glanced down to see Russell's fist planted squarely in her stomach. The blond haired bully pushed her back, and Helen doubled over, holding her stomach. Her knees nearly buckled.

"Hah! Teach you to mess with m - Aggh!"Russell stopped mid-sentence. Helen attacked him with a straight punch to his stomach. He took a step back, and Helen capitalized. She was quick, very quick. In the blink of an eye she cleared the short distance between them and she delivered a fast jabbed to Russell's nose, making his head whip back.

Helen threw a right hook and delivered a harsh blow to Russell's jaw. Using the rotation of her hook, she spun on her heels and with a closed fist, delivered an equally harsh backhand that sent Russell stumbling in to the lockers.

"Whoa!"

"That was awesome!"

"Did you see that?"

"So fast!"

The students surrounding them were clapping, whooping and cheering. They were ecstatic to see Russell Thrush, one of the harshest bullies in school, getting beaten by a girl. And the irony was that it was Helen Walker, notorious for her hatred of bullies, and her giving them a taste of their own medicine.

"Get her!" Russell snarled.

"Look out!" Helen whipped around, she knew that voice. It was Colette, who was covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes were wide. Helen knew why. She was suddenly tackled by Shaw, one of Russell's lackeys. She managed to push him off, but she took a harsh punch to her face from Terry.

"Agh!" Helen was knocked on to her rear. She glared up at the two boys that attacked her, and she saw Russell smirking out of the corner of her eyes, "Three on one…" She spit on to the floor, "Asshole!"

"And just what made you think I cared about a fair fight?" Russell replied.

Helen glared as hard as she could. She honestly wished looks could kill, or at least that she could bore holes through the arrogant bastard's head. She picked herself up, and Terry and Shaw were ready to fight her. She noticed Russell set his sights on Seth who was sitting down, leaving back against some lockers. His knuckles were torn and his left arm looked like it was in bad shape. With all that was going on though, she didn't blame anyone for stepping in to help him. Russell was no pushover…

Helen raised her fists, and Terry was the first one to attack her. He came at her with his arm drawn back. Helen had planned to bob and weave, and knock the lackey on his butt with a single punch. That is, until someone stepped in. He was a grey blur to her, he moved fast from behind her and he delivered a straight punch to Terry's face. There was a loud crunch and the red-head was thrown to the ground, where he clutched at his bleeding nose.

"Mind if I cut in?" A grey haired young man asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Son of a – Agh! Bloody hell!" Shaw moved to attack, but he was jumped by two underclassmen. A kid with messy black hair jumped on to Shaw's back, and he wrapped one arm around Shaw's neck, and then he locked in the hold with his other arm. He wrapped his legs around Shaw's abdomen, locking one of the bully's arms at his side. An African American boy moved swiftly after that. He struck the back of one of Shaw's knees, and quickly wrapped his around Shaw's to keep him from swinging.

"Aaaa - Urgh!" Shaw screamed in pain for a brief second, before the young man cut him short, tightening his hold more so, but not enough to make Shaw pass out.

Helen felt a smirk tug at her lips. Boy, did she want to. She kept it down, wanting to keep up her tough demeanor. She focused her attention on Russell, who had stopped mid-step. He was visibly shaking. But she doubted that it was because of fear.

The blond-haired bully roughly swept his hand through his short hair and exhaled heavily. He pointed to Helen, "First you," Then to the grey haired teen that had floored Terry, "Then you," And then to the two underclassmen keeping Shaw down, "And then you two little punks, that is the order that I am going to fucking kill you in, got it?"

"Aww, someone's upset now that the numbers are against them," Helen mocked, popping her knuckles.

Russell snarled, and advanced on Helen. The blond took her fighting stance.

Russell drew his arm back. It was Helen, the grey-haired boy or anyone else to stop him. It was a teacher. Mr. Porter had quickly moved through the crowd, and grabbed Russell by his arm, "That'll be enough of that!" He bellowed, "From all of you! The rest of you students go home, Immediately!"

"Don't. Touch. Me!" Russell roared. He wrenched his arm free, and in his shock, Mr. Porter couldn't protect himself or stop the young man again before he was sent to the floor by a vicious punch to his jaw.

"Thrush, enough!" Mr. Seele and another male teacher quickly moved through the throng of students and Russell before he could do anymore damage. It just barely helped. Russell thrashed and fought in his rage, trying to get free. It was incredible the amount of strength he must have had. Helen had backed away, and so had the grey-haired boy and the two underclassmen, now that more teachers had come along to restrain Russell's lackeys as well, and keep them in line.

She watched as Russell moved towards Seth even with three teachers trying to hold him back, Mr. Porter having recovered, "You! We're not done! I'll kill you, you bastard!" She glanced over to Seth, who still looked out of it. A female teacher was at his side, and talking to him, but he didn't seem to be responding.

'Seth's way too mellow to do… Anything bad…' She glanced back to Russell for a brief second and looked over to Seth, 'What the hell did he do for this kind of hate?'

"Aaaaagggh! Agh – Let me go! Let me go!" Russell screamed, trying to push off the teachers while he thrashed about. He swung on the teachers, and they actually winced if he managed to strike them. Even they were so close together, leaving Russell little room to hit properly and gain momentum for his hits, he was still causing a bit of damage.

"Ah! – Taze him!" Seele shouted. A security guard nodded, and the three teachers moved away from him quickly just as the security guard unholstered his stun gun. Russell rushed at Seth, but he abruptly stopped. He convulsed on the spot, shaking wildly as a massive amount of volts were pumped in to his body. He screamed out. He slowly reached back to try and rip out the prongs in his back, but a second later and he passed out.

"All students shall disperse Immediately!" A woman screeched. Unlike with Mr. Porter, when the students chose to stick around, quite a few started running once Ms. Irons came on to the scene. She was looking none too happy at that. She surveyed the scene.

Helen Walker, a girl she knew was as notorious for fighting as Russell Thrush. She had a busted lip, but that seemed to be the extent of her injuries. She rounded on the two boys that she learned had been restraining Shaw Hayfield, and she knew them well enough as they were two students from her freshman class.

"Mr. Thorton and Mr. Jones, I never expected either of you to involve yourselves in violence such as this," She rounded on the grey-haired boy, "Nor you, Mr. Ashken. You may not be a full-time student here, but even after hours You will abide by the same rules as those who are! Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal…" The grey-haired boy replied, scratching the back of his head, "Hey, we were just helping this guy…" He motioned to Seth, and Ms. Irons' widened immensely once she saw the boy, "David, Ms. Winters, escort the boy to the nurse… No, David, call the Paramedics, he shouldn't be moved. I will call his parents."

Mr. Seele nodded, bringing out his cellphone.

Her head whipped around, giving each and every student involved a harsh glare, "Every. One of you will be meeting with the principal regarding this, and Officer Denacour, I want Mr. Thrush restrained with zip-ties. He'll be meeting with the disciplinary committee, and potentially much more once we talk with Mr. Mckinnion."

The officer nodded, and proceeded to restrain the blond young man.

"Everyone capable of walking on their own! To the principal's office. Now!" She screeched.

And that's all for chapter 9 folks.

I have very little to say. It's 2014, and that is absolutely awesome, more so that I managed to finish this in time and bring in the New Year with a brand new chapter.

I really hope you guys enjoyed this, I know I enjoyed writing it. Drop a Review, and I will see you next time.