all for one -chapter 2
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All Things Pass
Later that same Friday in September of last year
G. H. Woodman Highschool
Aside from a mildly eventful lunch, the afternoon was mundane, meaning boring. Sall dozed off to sleep several times. He had several brief naps accompanied by inexblicable dreams. Most involving him and a tea party, but Sall forgot the specifics upon waking. He was rather good at sleeping in class. It was a miracle he hadn't failed every single class.
He was relieved when the last bell awoke him. As the glorious thing clanged, Sall slowly raised his head as not to seem startled. In order to avoid conversation, Sall had to quickly scoop up his books in his arms and snuck through the crowd. He popped open his lock without even looking, the muscle memory was unforgettable. No matter how hard he tried, Sall could not purge those numbers from his mind. He hated putting his books in his locker. There was always he risk someone would smash into the locker.
A pair of heavy hands jerked his shoulder and someone roared in his ears. Sall jumped out of his skin and threw up a little inside. He whipped around and saw Kriss laughing hysterically.
"You scared the hell out of me!"
"I'm pretty sure I did more than that," Kriss said laughing.
"I hate you so goddamn much."
Kriss held out his paw. "C'mon it's the weekend you know like no school and stuff?"
Sall took hold of Kriss furry hand and stood up, "You scared me, but you didn't put me in shock."
"Yea whatever," Kriss said, "You're no fun. So are you free tonight?"
"I gotta be home by eight," Sall replied.
Kriss cut in front of Sall, "Alright I don't really hate anyone, but I hate you're family."
"First, they're not my family, and second, I hate them too ya know."
"No like I really despise them."
Sall laughed a little, "Why?"
"They keep me as far away from you as possible!" Kriss was pretty heated, "And when we do manage to hang out they're so passive aggressive."
"Don't pay them any mind."
"Just pisses me off, ya know?"
"Hey we have five hours," Sall said, "That counts for something doesn't it?"
"See?" Kriss said, "You're the one being optimistic here!"
"That is pretty weird isn't it?" Sall laughed. "Watch out man, you're about to run into the door."
A little bit embarrassed, Kriss stopped and turned around. Indeed his nose was about an inch from the glass. "Thanks." He stood in front of the glass door for a moment dumbly.
Sall sighed, his friend was a bit naïve at times. Knowing that Kiss wouldn't open the door, Sall pressed his paw flat on the glass and pushed forward. He took a few steps and paused; Kriss wasn't there. A bit bewildered, Sall walked up to the glass. Kriss wasn't there.
Someone grabbed his shoulders and throttled him.
"Christ!" Sall screamed. He jumped a little and fell to the ground.
Kriss was leaning back against the wall and crying with laughter. "That's like twice in three minutes!" Tears rolled down his face.
Sall could hear his own heartbeat. He was fairly confident he was on the verge of hyperventilation. "I hate you sometimes."
"You should've seen yourself!" Kriss had collapsed to the ground.
Sall roused himself off the ground and walked over to Kriss, "C'mon man we only have so much time."
"That's hot."
"Shut up."
"Geez did somebody not get their jimmy dean breakfast today?"
"Seriously man we gotta go do something!"
"Well now if you're so insistent that we go do something," Kriss said, "then what should we do?"
Sall shot Kriss a blank glare.
"Exactly," Kriss said.
"How about the arcade?" asked Sall.
"We haven't been there since like sixth grade!"
"Remember how good we were at time crisis?"
"Once again," Kriss said, "sixth grade."
"You of all people should be up for this," Sall insisted.
"Alright fine," Kriss said, "We'll go play time crisis."
They started walking off the school campus. Sall hated the school, really just the whole concept of the education system, but the school was an unnecessary touch. It was an odd place, more or less a remake of feudal times; a small hierarchy and a large number of people who are open to pretty much all for forms of bad things. Of course the bad things were different, it wasn't like people were getting the plague or something. The concept of the royalty and the peasants on the other hand remained.
"Hey," Kriss said, "You ok there, Sall? You look kind of out of it."
Snall snapped out of from his thoughts and back to the real world. It was still just as he had left it. "Sorry, this day's been sorta weird."
"Don't worry," said Kriss, "There's still about eight hours for it to get even weirder."
Sall laughed a little. They kept on walking steadily away from the school.
"Hey I gotta question for you," Kriss said.
"Yea?" Sall asked.
"Why is it that you're so good at gymnastic stuff and yet you still get beat up a bunch?"
Sall blushed a little; he had been taking gymnastics for a couple years.
"Seriously I bet if you wanted to you could do a back flip," said Kriss.
"I can't do a back flip."
"Yea you can do a back filp," Kriss protested.
The blush on Sall's face grew redder.
"Come on man," Kriss said, "Do a back flip."
Kriss sounded like a little devil on Sall's shoulder. The temptation was somewhat overwhelming; he knew he could do back flips, but maybe not on the spot. Failure was always an option. Sall bent his knees and felt like a spring. He charged up something he didn't have a name for in his mind; until he felt the release. In less than a second, Sall brought his legs straight and left the ground. He brought his feet forward as his head swung back. The world was a blur and time seemed to stop. Sall brought his feet back to the ground.
Kriss looked at him like Sall was a ghost. "And yet, you still get the shit kicked out of you on a daily basis."
Sall laughed, Kriss was always able to do that. "You don't know what it's like," Sall said, "You're too charismatic to get beat up."
"It's the eyes."
"Hahaha," Sall said sarcastically. They ducked into an alleyway behind a drugstore. The old brickwalls were littered with graffiti both new and worn. A trashcan was on its side. They walked carelessly through the narrow passageway.
When they were turning the corner, they ran into two other kids. Only, they weren't really kids, they were a few years older than them. One was a human in a wife beater and a hoodie while the other was a pit bull in a leather jacket.
"Sorry," said Kriss.
"Watch the fuck was that?" The human asked.
Kriss backed against the wall. "Sorry I didn't see you."
"Give me your fucking money."
Taken back a little, Kriss stared at the man dumbly. The fennec did nothing.
"Alright," the human said, "We'll do this the hard way." He turned to the pitbull and gave a nod.
Without a word the pitbull turned to Sall and drew back his leg. He gave Sall a hard kick in the ribs. Sall rolled away in pain. When his vision came back to him, Sall looked at the dog, who's leg was already cocked back. Sall felt the dog's foot strike him in the side. A cry of pain escaped Sall's lips.
The human looked at Kriss, "Im gonna give you till three to give me your money, or else," he flipped open a switchblade in front of Kriss's eyes. "One."
Kriss was unmoved.
"Two."
Sall watched helplessly.
"Three."
Kriss lay still. The human wrenched the knife into Kriss's ribs. The fennec yelped out in pain, but it was too quiet to hear. Sall took another blow to the ribs and passed out.
He awoke to a blinding light. His eyes burned from the light. He was strapped down to a stretcher. Slowly, a wave of sounds hit him. The sirens. The talking. The world was odd and unfamiliar. He heard one of the men saying he's coming around. The world was growing fuzzy. Sall looked over using all the strength he had. For a moment, Kriss's eyes opened. Though as soon as they had opened, they had closed. Sall heard a single tone ringing in his ears in the people around him did too. They rushed around Kriss's sleeping body. It was funny how much you could lose in the blink of an eye.
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