SWEARS AND VIOLENCE! SWEARS AND VIOLENCE! (No Green Day references this time though)

Really hope I haven't taken it too far/offended anyone, and thanks to those other reviewers I didn't thank in the first of tonight's uploads (Szayel's Angel, Ayasumi, AllTimeLol and Ninja of Life), it's always very nice to read them :3

Anyhoo, enjoy the rest of your Thursday (almost Friday woohoo! :D), much love ~nellen :) xx

SWEARS AND VIOLENCE! SWEARS AND VIOLENCE!

"You touch her again and I'll fucking hospitalize you, alright?" A voice growled, a hand shooting out through the darkness and pinning Mark to the wall.
"Go home Flora," the same voice muttered, all too familiar to the frightened young woman, "run."

"C-Clive?" She whispered shakily, vision blurred by tears, "is that you?"
"Go!" The voice barked again, and she didn't stay to ask more questions.

"Now I mean it, Mark," Clive spat, stepping out from the shadows so the other man could see his face, "if you go near her again, if you hurt her anymore, I will quite easily go back to prison knowing you're lying dead in a ditch."
He paused, as the vile excuse of a man let out a loud hollow laugh.
"What's that, you think I'm joking?"

Mark's eyes widened as a fist slammed into the shutter next to him, "you're serious? You think you can take me? Dove, I'm twice your size, what are you actually going to do?"
It was true of course, Clive was a twig compared to him. Mark was well built, if a little shorter than him, stockier and musclier. But Clive was a good fighter, prison had seen to that. A few rounds in the underground, fight club-esque matches a few of the older prisoners had formed had taught him a lot.

"I bet you'll break twice as easily as her," the other man sneered, "and she didn't take much at all."

That was it, Clive snapped. There was a sickening thump as his fist connected with Mark's gut, and an equally disgusting crack as Mark's hit his head. Clive staggered backwards, feeling something warm and wet trickle down his cheek. The punch was returned of course, Mark bending double as he took another blow to the abs.
The fight continued out into another alleyway, both men ducking and dodging as they threw punch after punch, until eventually it came to a gritty end.

Mark stumbled over as slightly bloodied Clive gave him a final kick in the shins, tripping him up onto the cobbled path.

"Now you know I mean it," he snarled, prodding the wheezing boy with his toe, "if you dare come near her again, well, this will feel like nothing compared to what I'll put you through."

And with that he turned to leave, slinking off into the pitch black streets.