But, we can still have our fun with you” Bosh said while stepping up forward. Kelly swiftly and skillfully raised her leg up to his eye level, outer part of the foot stretched out, inner part tucked in “Wanna bet?” Bosh stepped back and just started to chuckle “We know who you are miss Silver medal. And we know something else about you” He says before pulling a small black square from his pocket, pressing it to reveal a butterfly knife.
At the sight of the knife Kelly lowers her foot, shaking and backing herself up into the wall “You’re pretty familiar with one of these, right? In fact, it’s the thing that drove you to start training Tae Kwon Do with such intensity, right? You should have the scar to prove it…” He started while slowly walking over to her, lifting the hem of her shirt to show a small scar from a knife on her lower abdomen.
By then all she could do was try to recoil further, but she was already against the wall. She fought back her repressed memories and the need to cry as best as she could, she wouldn’t let any asshole see her crying. Then she felt the cold blade touch her stomach and she began hyperventilating. Panic settled in as memories of a stab came back.
Just as Bosh was about to press the tip of the knife against her face Edward’s voice sounds out “Sorry to crash this party, but I was supposed to be her date, Timmy.” Edward called out, trying to shift his attention to him. His taunt works as the punk leader turns to him and walks towards him shouting “MY NAME IS BOSH!” “Sounds more like Spineless to me. Bringing six people to intimidate one little girl into going out with you? Not cool man.
Why not just get the guts to ask her out?” “Oh, the girl. You came just in time. After we whoop your ass we’ll tie you down and make you watch as we take turns with her” By then Edward had already clenched his fist, his heart beating slightly faster as he reminded himself of Tyler and his gang in the bathroom earlier. He started slowly walking towards the six punks, his sight of the helpless Kelly just angering him further. He felt his anger slowly filling him up, swallowing his being.
Soon he couldn’t hear anything but his own beating heart as Bosh got up to his punks. By the time Bosh had given them the order to go after him, it was already too late. He had already gotten into the zone. He didn’t feel rage anymore, he just felt glad to be fighting. He loved the feel of his blood pumping, the adrenalin in his system, the possibility of getting hurt, the feel of the bones of his opponents giving away under the strength of his fists.
As the first two tried punching him one after the other he just evaded the punches, asking himself why he was fighting somebody so slow. He in response kicked one of their knees, causing him to go down with a loud pop signaling the fact that he dislocated the knee, hitting the other one with an open palm strike to the bridge of the nose with a snap, blood rushing down his face as he layed there with a broken nose before he was out with a light kick to the face.
Before they had the time to react, Edward broke into a sprint, tackling the third one into a wall head-first causing him to fall unconscious, leg-sweeping another one before kicking him in the ribs with a sickening crack, causing him to grunt in pain and then headbutting the last one on the mouth, breaking some teeth before he punched him hard in the face, causing him to pass out. Bosh and Kelly looked at the scene surprised and afraid.
Afraid of the ‘thing’ that was making Edward fight like this. It was as if he breathed this, the field of battle, the destruction of his enemies, it was all natural. “What’s wrong, Timmy?” Edward taunted him. Bosh was stupid enough to fall for the taunt, rushing Edward and sliding the small blade downwards, Edward barely stepping back to avoid it but not managing completely, a thin, red line forming on his arm, some blood going down and getting on his tee.
He flashed a demented smile as if he was happy about this, as if he was bored up until now. Bosh was ready to call it quits now, he was sure this kid was crazy. He had nothing else to lose, so he once again rushed Edward and this time tried to jab at his face with the knife.
Edward shifted his body to the side lightly, the knife passing alongside his face as he stepped forward, hooking his arm over his opponent’s elbow and using his hand to force his forearm to the side, causing Bosh to drop his knife before he slid around his own gravity center, one of his hands on Bosh’s forearm still and the other on the shoulder of his tee as he threw him over his shoulder, slamming his body onto the concrete floor.
He calmed down with a deep breath, making his way to Kelly after making sure Bosh was down “Are you okay?” Kelly nodded softly, lowering her shirt back over her stomach after her initial surprise “What was that?” “That what?” “Y’know, that.” She says while pointing at the fallen punks. Edward just shrugs “I don’t know what you mean” “You could do all that and you were going to fight me? I would’ve been screwed” “I wasn’t going to fight you.
At best I’d take a few hits, but my parents raised me better than to hit a lady” “Good to know I guess” Kelly said as she made her way to her car in the school’s parking lot “Hey Edward, got a ride?” “Nah, I guess I’m legging it home” “Get on, I owe you this one.” Edward climbs into Kelly’s car before she peels away from the lot, making her way down the road.
On the way Edward calls an ambulance for the downed thugs on the football field, claiming to have witnessed a turf war between rival groups.
“Wait, shouldn’t you call one for yourself for that?” Kelly asks while pointing at his arm wound “Nah” Edward answers before ripping some of his shirt’s sleeve off and wrapping it around his wound “Dad taught me how to treat wounds” He starts, before then saying on a lower, sadder tone “He taught me a lot of things.” Kelly takes a left turn a few blocks away from Edward’s, causing him to get confused “What’re you doing? Where are you taking me?” “Don’t worry, I’m taking you some place with a first aid kit” She says before pulling over in front of a Tae Kwon Do dojo, which happened to be closed.
She parks her car and directs him to the back door in, going up a set of stairs into a tidy, spacious apartment, with many medals and certificates on shelves around the place, all of them in Tae Kwon Do. She pulls him into the bathroom, getting some painkillers and a first aid kit from the bathroom cabinet.
She disinfects his wound before wrapping some gauze around it and tying it into a knot to keep it in place over the wound before having him pop the painkillers “Why did you have me pop painkillers?” “Because after the adrenalin rush passes you start feeling the toll of the fight on your body. It happens to me all the time in tournaments.
During the fight you don’t feel much of the hits you take, but your body will remind you of them afterwards” “I have two questions for you, Kelly.” “What are they?” “First of all, where did you learn to treat wounds, and second, if you’re so good at Tae Kwon Do, why didn’t you kick Bosh’s ass? Or you could at least have run.