Thursday march 21st, 2016
This is going to really suck Richard thought as, behind Sophia, Largent surged to his feet, like the leviathan rising up from the infinite depths. Spaghetti fell from his shirt, landing on the linoleum underfoot with a squelching sound. His face was red, eyes wide and teeth bared in a feral snarl of rage. Largent stepped forward, shoving Sophia bodily to the side and he reached down and grabbed a double fistful of Richards shirt, hauling the smaller boy to his feet, and then up, onto his tip toes.
"Do you want to die?" he snarled, face inches away from Richard. "Is that what this is about? I'd be happy to help, really, but I'm sure you could have found a les painful way to go about it." He let go with one hand, pulled his arm back, and slammed his fist forward into Richards gut. If he'd been standing on his own Richard would have folded completely around the blow as the air rushed out of his lungs and he was left with barely the strength in his legs needed to stand on his own.
Richard flailed and squirmed, trying to pull away from Largents grip to no avail. The other boy was simply too strong. Richards head was leaned back, doing his best to avoid the stench of stale cigarettes on Largent's breath and as he looked up at the ceiling a brilliant thought popped into his head. He didn't give himself time to think about it, because if he did, he was reasonably certain that he would talk himself out of it. With his head tilted back he screwed his eyes shut, body tensing in preparation, and suddenly jerked forward as hard as he could. The crown of Richards head met with Largent's protruding nose with a sickening crunching sound. There was a gush of warm blood and Largent bellowed suddenly, letting Richard fall, dazed, to the floor. Stars bloomed behind Richards closed eyelids and he slowly sat up, his head pounding and elbows stinging from attempting to catch himself in his fall.
Did I really just head-butt Largent? he thought and looked up. Largent had both hands clasped to his face, blood leaking from between his fingers and a murderous look in his eyes that sent a series of cold shivers down Richards spine.
"That didn't make things any better," he muttered. "Come on, Soph, we gotta get out of here before he kills me." He croaked, still barely able to draw in any breath.
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