• Chapter I



    “Ugh,” I gasped. I fell to my knees, and coughed up a mouthful of blood. My head dropped down, and I looked at the tiny puddle of red pain.

    Jet strolled over to me; his baggy blue jeans in my face. I looked up past his pine green shirt into his light skin face. He was smiling sinicaly at my pained body.

    Jet kicked me. The kick had so much power in it sent me rolling away like I was some type of ball. My stomach ached like crazy from that one attack. It was too much, and there was only worse to come so I staggered back to my feet.

    Along with my stomach, my whole body ached all over. I felt my forehead, to fin that blood was running from it like a river. My lip was swollen and split and my eyes were both as dark as the night sky. And I had just started the confrontation with Jet barely five minutes ago.

    I spit out another glob of blood blindly. Unluckily it landed on Jet’s brand new snow white Adidas.

    Jet smiled for barely a second before his face grew dead serious. “Just for that,” Jet barked. “You’re not leaving here alive!” His voice had some sort of eerie evil echo to it, because it sent shivers up my spine. Jet was no boy, he was pure evil.

    Jet walked over to me again. My body failed me. I was left standing there like a sitting duck. 'Damnit!' I growled to myself in my head. 'I need to do something I can't lose to Jet!'

    After an eternity in a few seconds of waiting, Jet reached me. He grabbed the cuff of my shirt, and lifted me off the ground so I was eye to eye with him.

    I glared into his blue eyes that were almost completely covered by his brown bangs. “Got anything left to say b***h?” Jet growled spitting on me with every word. His breathe stunk like stale cigarettes, so I had only three words to say.

    “Get some tic-tacs,” I retorted. 'Nice time to be funny right?' I thought.

    “You annoy the hell out of me,” Jet said utterly calm in this tense situation. That moment those words left his lips in that calm manner; it was like someone drove a nail into my head. It drove me insane; but that’s what Jet did to people.

    Jet let me go long enough to punch me once across the face. The pain returned when his fist connected with my cheek. I felt like dying but my body still held up. Why? What do I mean why! What am I thinking it’s a good thing my body is still working. It only shows that I need to beat Jet.

    I hit the ground tired, sore, and nearly beaten. NEARLY beaten. I wasn’t giving up yet. 'All for her,' I thought as I rose to my feet. 'She's worth it all. She's all I have now.'

    Jet smiled confidently, revealing his famous crooked nicotine coated teeth. “Just won’t give up will ya?” Jet chuckled. So confident. Such a cocky boy. It sickened me. I began to get angry. I never knew anyone could be as infuriating as Jet. His cocky attitude, his blatant disregard for authority. His nonchalant attitude towards human life. I couldn't take it anymore. Before I knew what I was doing, I reached Jet and had swung at him. 'Bad move.'

    Jet dipped back. He completely avoided the attack. It didn't look like it was going to hit him even for one second.

    Suddenly Jet followed up with his own attack. A right hook. It connected. OW!

    Another haymaker. I was knocked onto the ground again. 'Not again.' I thought as I got up quickly. 'I'm not getting knocked down again.'

    I shot up full force, with a punch directed towards Jet's nose. WHAM. It connected. It connected! I couldn't believe it. I hit Jet. I hit Jet! Jet stumbled back for a second then regained his composure with a smile; and a bloody nose.

    I would have smiled if I didn't know something horrible was about to happen to me. Jet felt the area under his nose. The blood now stained the tips of his fingers. “You hit me.” Jet muttered. Jet grew silent for a moment. Everything grew silent, like the quiet before the storm. A hurricane was coming. Hurricane Jet was about to show me the extent of his wrath.

    Jet balled his hands into fists. You could see one drop of blood escape his fist, and then he attacked me with a quick, furious, onslaught of punches.

    I dropped to the ground gripping my stomach. The pain was so intense it felt as if I was being burned from the inside out. Was I dying now? I couldn't die now.

    I was on my back so I rolled over to my stomach trying my hardest to get up. I thought my body had given out on me before. It was more like then it was running on reserve power and now it was done. I mean completely drained. Suddenly I gauged up another mouthful of blood.

    I was only on my knees when Jet –who was behind me at the moment- kicked me in the back. It hurt, a lot! Needless to say, I returned to the cold hard cement once again. Was this where I belonged. My face buried in the cement? I mean I hit the ground so many times it seemed the ground and I were good friends now adays.
    Jet chuckled and stomped on my back. Then just held his foot there placing as much pressure as possible. It felt like gravity was 10 times its regular amount. I couldn't move anymore and I couldn't take anymore pain. It hurt. It hurt so painfully. I just laid there lifelessly. 'I give up,' I thought. Jet thought I had enough; he removed his foot and walked over to his boys.

    'I give up,' I thought. 'You punk!' I growled at myself. 'You deserved to be Jet's b***h.' I wobbled to my feet coughing and drooling loads of blood. “No,” I grumbled. 'That’s what I thought.' I echoed smugly in my mind.

    I looked over and saw something I thought I would never see again today. My glasses. I picked up what was left them. One lens cracked, and the frame torn out of shape. Theses glasses represented one thing. My old life. As a nerd, as a nobody that just accepted everything sitting down. And now it was destroyed by Jet like everything else I held dear. I crushed them in palm.

    “Jet!” I called. He instantly turned away from his boys holding Saisha, and leered at me. I stood my ground still with a smug smile. 'What are you looking at ugly?' I thought for a second. 'Wait what am I thinking. He's going to masticate me! Why am I acting so tough?'

    “Why wont you stay down?” he sighed like he felt sorry for me.

    “Because I can't let you win this fight.” I growled over the intense pain. My wounds were bleeding insanely, but I wasn’t giving up. I’d never give up. “I can't lose to you. You think ‘cause your good looking and cool girls like you? That anyone likes you! They don’t! No one likes you they only fear you. But I’m not afraid anymore!” I wasn't.

    Jet laughed and smiled. His annoying cockiness showing again. He ran his finger through his slick hair. Then abruptly his smile stopped and he glared at me. “Kill him,” Jet muttered.

    One of his boys stepped forward. He was tall thin but looked really strong for his body structure. The boy pulled a pistol from his pants. The silver gun reflected the sunlight leaving a rainbow on the cement. I thought rainbows meant new hope? Funny huh? Or was it irony. No mainly a coincidence. My English teacher taught me that.

    I stood there eyeballing the barrel showing no fear. Death. Right there in my face. And I was so afraid. What had I become?

    Stronger.

    “No!” Saisha screeched. “No! No! NIO! NOOOO!!!” Stronger for her. So she doesn't worry about me as much as she does right now.

    “Shut the b***h up!” Jet barked. The boy still holding Saisha slugged her once across the face and she dropped like a sack of bricks.

    “Saisha!” I exclaimed. Saisha shot up instantly. Her face was a mess of blood, sweat, and tears. But beyond that lied the girl I cared so much for.

    She wiggled from the second fat boy's grip and scurried quick as ever over to me. Instead of a happy reunion she stood in front of me like a human shield. I wonder why?

    Tears rained down our faces while we stood our gown ground. Scared beaten utterly defeated, but still alive and standing our ground. Why was I crying now when I was so fearless so long ago?

    The answer was right of my face. As strong as I had became, I would always have a weakness for this beautiful, caring, and passionate girl. She was all I had left now.

    “Kill them now!” Jet barked angrily.

    “I can’t do it,” the boy replied dropping the pistol, and putting his head down.

    “I can then,” Jet smiled. He quickly grabbed the pistol and wasted no time shooting the tall boy.

    Saisha screamed as the bullet went through the boys head. The look of shock on the boy's face, along with the howl of bullet echoing through the air sickened me to my stomach. 'Another life Jet? When Will it end?' I thought.

    Jet looked at us and shot the other boy standing right behind him. The same look of shock from impact, the same horrifying bang from the gun, the same disregard for human life!

    “You b*****d!” I yelled. My eyes full of tears from remorse for the two boys. “No one who cares so little for human life deserves to live!” I thought. 'I hate this boy.'

    “Too bad I’m the one holding the gun,” Jet retorted smiling the smile of evil. “And they deserved it. Anyone who doesn’t listen to me doesn’t deserve to live.” Jet then turned and pointed it at us. “Like you.”

    My heart was racing, and tears cascading down mine and Saisha’s faces; two newly dead bodies’ inches from my feet. The love of my life standing not even an inch away from me, the only barrier between me and a boy of pure evil holding a gun aimed at my head. ‘Is this how it ends?’ I thought. ‘It can’t be the way I die!’

    Jet’s finger was poised over the trigger. He looked completely unfettered by guilt from everything he had done. How could a 17 year old boy be so heartless?

    The tears continued to run like rivers down our faces. Then I realized this may be Saisha’s and my last moments together or even on Earth. Why was fate so cruel to lovers? Why can’t anyone just let me be with this girl? In mere moments I’ll be floating, its funny how I’m gonna get my wish.

    Then, Jet smiled. Actually smiled! A completely happy, unaffected, uncaring, pure evil smiled. Finally, after an eternity of waiting, Jet pulled the trigger…