Her voice didn't quite match the coldness of Guy's, but it certainly served the intended purpose. The teen that had stepped forward was silenced as the girl raised her hand. "Hey, you can't just come into our territory and start bossin' us around! Who do you-" Guy hadn't even spared a glance towards the faux leader, brown eyes locked onto a girl who stood near the back of the gang. Its speaker remained stock still, barely even the rise and fall of his chest to indicate he was breathing.
"Uh, what I mean to say is, this guy refused to pay up! He betrayed us, so we're just teachin' him a lesson! That's all! We ain't doing nothing wrong! Gang business, y'know?"Ī voice so cold it froze the air. His chest was puffed in forced bravado as he stepped forward- the pained cry coming from his friend as Ophelia sharply pulled on his arm stopped him. The gang of teens seem equally as surprised as Denny, though their faces quickly regain their sneering expressions. Guy stands between Denny and the rest of the gang, hands raised and legs apart, tense and coiled on the balls of his feet. His face is crunched in agony as she continues to twist. Ophelia is twisting the black-haired teenager's arm behind his back. But he can make out two new silhouettes in the gang of people and feels hope and relief blossom through him. The world whirls and blurs, colours oversaturated and painful. The grip on his neck tightens and Denny tenses, prepared to be beaten down again there is a scream from above him and the pressure on his back vanishes. He can hear the other boys laughing around him, jeering and mocking. Pain lances through him and he cries aloud, only to be answered by the ground in another brutal whack. There's an audible crunch as his nose breaks. He can't fight it as his head is forced up only to be slammed back down into the ground. Dull pain radiates through his body, the icy burn flooding from his bruised eye and split lips. A knee presses hard against his back and a hand grips his neck too tight. Teeth clattered onto the asphalt, quickly followed by his skull. Another fist slammed into the side of Denny's jaw. Red seeps between his fingers as he clutches his nose, and he looks up at his assailant with wide teary eyes. Denny staggers, his hand rushing to his face.
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