Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz call me a s i n n e r , call me a s a i n t tell me it's o v e r, i'll still l o v e you the same If he passed out from this, Mello would have still been satisfied to know that the fucker would have to stare at his mangled face in the morning every day from now on. It was worth it. He had also expected to pass out a while ago but he really wasn't one to knock out so easily and, well, somebody had actually come to his rescue. Mello wasn't hopeful, of course, that any passerby with just an ounce of bravery to blindly step into a fight between street rats had any idea how unfairly they fought. This was bad. Really bad. Mello spat out a wad of blood and dragged himself up, sitting against the brick wall behind him for support and holding his bruised ribs. He was honestly surprised to see Matt in the midst of the bloody brawl, taking his hits and losing sorely in the process. What a fucking idiot. Although, for someone who looked like a sack of sticks and bones, the redhead was putting up a good fight, one that kept the three injured goons at bay while Mello found his jackknife tossed into a pile of trash. Once he had recovered his weapon, he lunged for one of the men and stabbed him one, two, three times, purposely missing his vital organs so they wouldn't have a corpse to clean after this. Coming late to class with an 'I killed a man' as an excuse wasn't Mello's ideal way to start his morning. Fueled by rage, the blonde grabbed the second thug by the collar and slashed at him with his knife, getting a good, few cuts across his face before the three realized two twiggy high school students weren't worth the trouble or multiple stitches. They ran off and Mello exhaled heavily, shoving his bloody knife into his backpack. The ground was a bloody mess, he was a bloody mess, and... Matt was a bloody mess. That wasn't your fight, he helped him up carefully, narrowing his eyes although he spoke more with concern than malice at this point. I told you to stay out of my way. Mello wasn't going to thank him, no. The blonde would have been perfectly fine on his own, whether or not Matt intervened with his heroic spiel about how street thugs should fight justly. But, it still mattered that the fucking idiot had interrupted the altercation and Mello was puzzled as to the redhead's motive for it. He hardly had a break before he heard police sirens wailing in the distance. Someone had probably called the cops on them and Mello didn't want the police to be the cherry on top to his already shitty day. Mello grabbed Matt and ran. He wasn't sure where to yet, nor if either of them could run in the state they were in, but Mello's first priority had always been not to get caught, and Matt would have been the only evidence left on the scene if he left him. They ran until the sirens faded and Mello led the redhead into a cramped alley with grungy motels and dingy apartments. He stacked a few broken crates on top of each other to create a makeshift ladder that led to a dusty window, one that was easily accessible by removing the screen and faulty glass. It was an empty sublet Mello crawled into that was poorly furnished and reeked of cigarettes and miscellaneous drugs. It was a hideout, mostly, that members of his gang used to host illegal transactions and stakeout from patrol. It was here that Mello found refuge, at least temporarily, just to nurse the worst of their wounds and hide before revealing themselves. You don't listen, do you? he asked Matt after spitting blood into the sink. Why did you do that? You could have been killed, you annoying fuck. But why would he care if Matt of all people got killed? Matt, the pretentious dumbass in his chemistry class. Why did he care?