Anonymous Fri 12 Jul 2024 22:54:14 No.67341606 Report

Quoted By: >>67341630 >>67341835

>>67341261
Didn't get a response so I'll just assume the former.

>Fang rings their hands next to me as we're crouched in this dingy skin row alley, waiting for Anon. I swallow. We're here to jump his skinnie ass, revenge on Fang's behalf. I can't blame them too much, he did almost tear us apart, trample on their life choices and all. And now that he's back Fang is thirsting for blood. I blink and hear footsteps. They're slightly off kilter.
>I peek my head low and slow and it's him, walking home. Just on time. I take a deep breath and reach back to tap Fang's shoulder. It's go time.
>They huddle down and wait. Once the full sounds of his footsteps crescendo we spring. I dash out and topple him quickly, knocking him to the ground while Fang comes over and kicks the shit out of him. I stay on top, pinning him down getting in jabs. I hold back. Anon's curled his arms up, protecting his head and neck as he lets his side and chest take the beating.
>Fang starts to get winded and calls me off, a tap as a signal. I push up off and we sprint away. I glance back to see him rolling on the ground, clutching his side.
>We round the corner and quickly rip out of the hoodies we'd used to obscure, going right back to plain clothes. Fang bids me farewell and powerwalks away, beaming a wide smile.
>I watch them go and stand quietly in the alley. I take a deep breath and walk back to Anon, seething and gritting his teeth.
>"Hey, skinnie."
>"T-Trish?" I reach down and offer a hand. He pauses a long while before starting to reach his hand up.
>"Sorry about that." he freezes as he looks over me, hand halfway out.
>"Th- you fucki- WHAT!?" I cringe and huff.
>"Look they weren't going to stop. Count your lucky stars it was a boot and not a knife." He leans back
>"...fuck." I forcefully reach down and snatch his hand, pulling him up.
cont.

Anonymous Fri 12 Jul 2024 23:02:32 No.67341835 Report

Quoted By: >>67342097

>>67341630
I sure did.
>>67340272
Was supposed to be this one.

>>67341606
>He's taller, wearing a black shirt and beanie. He sucks in air as he stands, almost falling over onto me.
>"Shit, they got you good, huh?"
>"Shut it." He's still quite upset at me. I can't really blame him. I steady him as he leans.
>"You were headed home, right?"
>"...yeah." he's not pleased at the information.
>"Here, I'll walk you. Cmon." I start to help him limp along. Not sure where we're going but we head down the way he was going as he asks.
>"Why?"
>"The jumping? Fang blames you for their whole situation." I huff.
>"No, why are you bothering helping me?"
>"...I'm not free of blame here."
>"Huh?" we stop as he stands alone for a second.
>"Look, I fucked with Fang just as much as you did. I got off scot-free but here you are getting your ribs kicked in. Least I can do is stop you from getting robbed while you're down. Now let's go."
>He hesitates.
>"Trish...was that an apology." I sigh and pinch the bridge of my snout.
>"Yes. I'm sorry, whatever. Let's just go."
>He hesitantly steps, or limps, back to me as we head back along. I notice a set of stairs as he starts to pull me off the center of the dark street.
>"Up there, huh?"
>"Third floor." I look up then back to him. Those stairs will kill him. Fuck's sake I can't believe I'm doing this.
>"Pick up your leg."
>He confusedly stares at me.
>"You're not getting up there without some assistance and I'm not spending the half hour it's gonna take if you try to limp up there. Lift your leg."
>He slowly does so and I lean him back. Up he goes. He's lighter than I'd thought. I settle him into a princess carry.
>"T-TRISH!" he panics and grabs hard.
>"Relax goddamnit!" I just about stumble as we head up the stairs and make it to the third floor. I'm starting to get winded as we get up there. Thank raptor christ for the drive to keep going to the gym.
>I set him down as we round the top. He almost collapses forward.
cont.

Anonymous Fri 12 Jul 2024 23:10:53 No.67342097 Report

Quoted By: >>67342406

>>67341835
>"Alright. Which one." He points to a room a few doors down and I hobble him over there, opening the door swiftly with his key.
>He lives in a place just as shitty as he looks. Tiny, messy and unkempt. I sigh as I pretty much have to drag him in. I drop him in a bed in his living/bedroom.
>"Alright, you're alive. God you need to clean in here." I flip an empty takeout box with my foot.
>I don't get a response and glance over to see he's pretty much just zoned out, staring up at the ceiling. I sigh and start to leave when I notice something catch my eye.
>There, laying on his kitchen counter. A gun. Shitty, cheap and unreliable. I swallow and glance back, checking to see he's still not really with me. I go ahead and peek over. It's sure enough not on safety.
>I'm conflicted. I need to get out of here, I did my good deed. He did kind of deserve that. But what happens after I go? Is that gonna end up against his skull? Do I take it?
>I grit my teeth and glance back to him. Still pretty much gone. I set the safety on the thing. I notice his kitchen is surprisingly clean. Almost as if it's never been used.
>I decide to snoop a bit, still not certain if I just peace or not and end up opening his fridge. It's not just empty. It's barren. There's literally nothing inside. Not even a condiment bottle. I feel a knot in my stomach. This isn't the place of someone planning on staying alive for long. Goddamnit.
>I start to hurt for him. Sure he deserved some comeuppance but this? I shake my head. I step back to see he's still pretty much dead silent. I end up sitting on the edge of the bed.
>"So why're you back?"
>No response. He's heard me though as I see his eyes move to my face.
>"Alright, fine. I'll go." I lean back against the wall.
cont. this one's turning long.

Anonymous Fri 12 Jul 2024 23:21:29 No.67342406 Report

Quoted By: >>67342528

>>67342097
>"I'm sure you already know but Fang's been pulling gigs. New band and all. We re-met about a year and a half after you up and vanished. We made up then and there. Really starting stewing hatred for you during that.... might be my fault."
>I take another breath.
>"I work with my aunt at a salon. Working on learning how to do tattooing and scale or feather work. Reed managed to start his own business now that carfe's legal. Small-time now but he's planning on buying the store he's renting near the end of the year. Got help from his old man to get off the ground and already managed to pay him back." I sigh and notice his gaze still on me.
>"Your turn."
>He turns his eyes back to the ceiling.
>"Navy."
>"Hated every second of it. "Luckily' I managed to catch a crippling break on my tailbone and am free." He says that word like it's digging into his skin.
>"So you're on disability?"
>"Yup. I get to do nothing all day and earn a paycheck. Just what I wanted." his voice is empty and far away.
>I watch as his eyes unfocus again. I pull him back as best I can.
>"Hey, Anon?"
>He blinks and leans his face to me.
>"That...gun in the kitchen." I ease into it
>His face is unchanging.
>"Its safety was off."
>"Hmm." it's a paltry acknowledgement.
>"Look dude I just was making sure I wasn't going to open the news to see a headline of your brains painting the wall." I frustratedly push ahead.
>"Oh. No I wasn't planning on it." it's calm and surprisingly truthful. No hiding nor roundabout language. I'm frankly surprised.
>I relax a bit and stand. "Alright, good. You'll be alright." I pause once more looking over him.
>"Shit, maybe not. Where's your phone?"
>He gestures to the desk a little computer sits on. There his phone lies, cracked and horrid. I tap it a few times to wake it up, handing it to him to unlock it.
>"Call me if you think you need to go to the hospital."
>He hands me the thing as he unlocks it, an offhanded comment rolls out of him.
cont.

Anonymous Fri 12 Jul 2024 23:25:30 No.67342528 Report

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>>67342406
>"You're a lot nicer than highschool."
>I look over to him looking into the distance again.
>"Yeah, got tired of being the nasty bitch everyone hated." I shake my head and hand him back his phone.
>He stares down at it as I head towards his door. I look back before I open it. He's staring at me. I go ahead and speak up.
>"You better be alive next time I see you."
>He's taken aback as I open the door and step out into the cold night air. Shit I probably shouldn't have said that but... I want him to be better. Half hoped he'd be doing better than the lot of us, give me a reason to hate him. I can't bring myself to harbor any grudges when he's like that.
>I sigh and head down his stairs heading homeward. I pull my phone out to look at his number. If I tell Fang about this they'll try to kill him, maybe me too. They don't have to know. I pocket my phone and kick the pace up as I walk home.

Fin, not quite a date but enough.

>>67340304
Back to back Trish it seems. Next.