Craig panicked as he was swiftly grabbed by the legs and pulled backwards. He dug his nails into the concrete, desperately trying to escape, to no avail. He only succeeded in tearing his nails until they were broken and bleeding. He was dragged back until his attacker had managed to bring them behind a large building. He was the picked up and thrown back down so he was on his back. He looked up, and it was then that he realized the man assaulting him was the one he'd seen with his father earlier that day.
This time, however, he got a much better look at the looming figure. Its was hard to tell in the dark, but his eyes looked pitch black, and his hair looked that way too. Craig was tall, 6'2, but this man had to be at least 7 feet. Or maybe it just looked that way as the man towered over him.
Craig tried to get up and flee, but was stopped with a swift kick to the stomach. He doubled over and was promptly slammed back onto the ground. He spewed out curses and profanities, until he realized that the man didn't want his money. He wanted something else. Craigs shirt was ripped off of his torso, and he started pleading with the man to let him go. The man resonded with bony knuckles to Craigs cheek. He howled in pain, and started to scream when he felt his pants being tugged down. He tried not to, but tears sprung to his eyes, and he began to bawl. This is it, he thought, I'm going to die.
He then heard someone shouting. It sounded far away, but the man froze and stopped what he was doing. "Shit." He muttered and looked down at the boy weeping below him. "Looks like I don't have time to play with you tonight." Craig almost gasped in relief, until the man leaned down started choking him. He wheezed and scratched at the hands hurting him, but the man just laughed. Suddenly, he stopped.
"FUCK!" Craig screamed when the man tore into his chest, leaving deep gashes. The man leaned down and started to lap of the blood with his tounge. Craig tried to push the man away. What kind of fucking psycho is this, Craig thought, terrified.
His bones started going numb and his blood felt as though it was sizzling. He groaned in pain. The man got up, realizing his job was done, and vanished, leaving a sobbing, bleeding mess behind.
Craig was paralyzed, unable to even blink his eyes to clear away the tears. All he could do was lay helplessly as footsteps ran towards him. His vision was fading in and out, but he was able to make out an orangle clad figure standing above him.
"Oh, God!" Kenny cried out. He dropped to his knees and sat there for a second, contemplating what he needed to do. He took of his hoodie, removed his T-shirt, and pressed it to Craigs chest. The raven haired boy could do nothing but weep in silent agony.
"Im calling 911. Okay, Craig? You're gonna be just fine." Kenny sat with him for the 15 minutes it took for the ambulance to arrive. Everything was foggy, but Craig knew that he was being lifted on a stretcher by paramedics. Kenny climbed in the back with him, and held his hand as they rode away. Finally, knowing he was safe, Craig let himself succomb to sleep.