Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz I'm not the next of them , I am the first of me Matt had absolutely no intention on going to school today. He just wanted to find somewhere to sit, smoke, and play his PSP to put all this other shit out of his head. For now, though, just walking and taking drag after drag of the addicting cancer stick was enough to satisfy the boy. That, however, was when Matt heard the commotion. At first, he paid it no mind. But the closer he got, the louder the commotion got, and the better he could pick up the voices. None of them were familiar at first, so his interest wasn't piqued in the least bit. However, he soon heard a very familiar voice screaming 'FUCK YOU!', followed by someone roaring in pain. What the fuck..? Matt mumbled, rounding the corner to catch a peek of what was happening onto the come face to face with a sight that really, really pissed him off. At first, he didn't even recognize that the person on the ground was Mello. Ge just knew three full grown men were beating on someone not even half their size. But when he finally recognized it was Mello, he felt something inside of him flicker. A dull rage of sorts. He didn't know who these guys were, or how Mello got himself into this situation, but not even Mello deserved to be jumped. Instead of jumping him like a bunch of pussies, why don't you fight him one on one? Matt's voice cut through the air like a knife. It was flat, but laced with venom. Much different than the light, playful tone he had taken with Mello the day before. He took another drag of the cigarette as the men froze, watching close as one of the men put his foot to Mello's chest to keep him down while the two other guys stepped around him to face Matt. They were grinning like a bunch of idiots, though it was obvious that being called pussies had rubbed them the wrong way. Listen, punk. Unless you wanna end up like him, I suggest you move along... and forget what you saw. They threatened, but Matt was ignoring them. He took another few steps forward, staring instead at Mello now through those orange goggles of his. Hey! We're serious, prick! One more step and you're dead! The other man snarled, causing Matt to slowly withdraw the cigarette from his mouth and lift his gaze back to the two men. He looked the man who just threatened him dead in the eye, and then.. took one distinct step forward. Snarling, the man lunged forward and swing his fist directly into Matt's face. He hit his mark dead on, his fist smashing into Matt's nose and caused him to stagger back a bit, but to the thug's dismay, Matt didn't go down. He just let out a small 'tch..', wiping the gush of blood away from his nose with the back of his sleeve as he lifted a rather twisted little grin to the men. Then, in a swift motion, he dove forward. He ducked under another of the punches and lifted his left hand, which had the cigarette pinched between his index finger and thumb. Without hesitation, he stuck the cigarette into the guy's left eye, sending him staggering back with a loud scream. Matt took it as his change to knee him as hard as he could manage in the balls, sending him crashing to the ground. The guy who had his foot on Mello's chest was quick to abandon Mello, assuming he was too hurt to get up, and smashed his elbow into the side of Matt's head while he was distracted with the other guy who was not on the ground. The blow sent Matt to the ground, jaw hitting the concrete hard. He began to stomp on and kick Matt while the other guy quickly moved to aid their fallen comrade, who was still screaming from the cigarette to the eye. Is that.. all you got... prick?! Matt panted up at the man in between the kicked and stomps. He figured this would buy Mello time to either get up and join the fight again... or flee. One or the other.