said, DON’T TOUCH ME!” Mark said, getting angry.
“You talking back to us?” another guy said, starting to approach Mark.
“Listen guys, I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to see Romano and get my stuff, then I’m going to leave and you will never see me again.”
“I think you should leave now,” the guy said.
“Maybe I should,” Mark said.
“Mark, bro, here’s the goods. Come check it out,” Romano said as he came through the front door.
“Nah, man, I’m gonna go,” Mark said, as he turned to walk back to his car.
“What do you mean?” Romano said. “I got this for you. You have to pay me.”
“This is a little too much for me,” Mark said. “I never should have come.”
“Well you came, so you have to pay up.”
Mark turned back to leave when he saw that his car was swarmed by even more guys than the ones on the porch.
“Don’t even try and leave,” Romano said.
Mark looked around and for the first time in a long time began to panic. He didn’t know what to do and he was definitely outnumbered. He felt like the guys could smell the fear oozing off of his body.
“Where’s our dough?” one of the guys said. “Don’t make us stand around and wait all day long.”
“Hand it over kid!” another guy yelled.
“I’m not giving you anything,” Mark yelled back with authority. “I don’t owe you a penny. I’m outta here!”
He turned to walk away, leaving Romano and some other guys looking dumbfounded on the porch. He could tell by the looks on their faces that they’d never been spoken to like that ever. Mark didn’t care though all he cared about was getting back to his car and leaving that sketch hood.
He started walking down the steps, feeling an intense serge of energy come over him. It was as if his adrenaline was kicking in, except its intensity was insurmountable. It was a feeling he wasn’t quite sure he knew what do to with. He could feel his body begin to shake and tremble inside as the thought of these guys ganging up on his grew into a reality.
“Let’s get him!” the guys shouted.
“Romano, who is this punk! Let’s beat him down!” the other guys said.
“Beat him to a pulp!” Romano said, looking directly into Mark’s eyes unsympathetically.
Mark could feel their range entering into his blood stream. He didn’t know how that was possible, but it was definitely entering his body. He was seething with anger and now wanted to fight them back, but he was only one guy and they were at least twenty.
Again, he began to panic and fear that he would for sure lose this battle, then he looked down at his hands and saw his finger nails turn into talons and his skin began to get little raised bumps on it. They were prickly and felt like little razor blades to the touch. Inside his mouth he began to feel his fangs protrude from his gums and as he looked around all he could focus on was the scent of the guys that were about to pounce on him. He wanted to taste them and kill them right there.
“Yo Dudes, What’s happening?” Romano said. “Look at this kid!”
“I think he’s going mad!” another guy said.
“He’s shaking in his skin? Is he scared or is he convulsing?” another guy chimed in.
“Are you fools talking about me?” Mark asked.
“Who you callin’ a fool?” Romano said as he started walking towards him with a hood like swagger.
“Yeah, who do you think you are?” another guy said.
“Fool? You think we’re fools? You wait to see who the fool is now!” another guy yelled from the porch.
Mark couldn’t control himself as he ran up the steps of the porch charging at Romano with all his might. As he got to the top of the steps all the guys in the house spilled out onto the porch with their fists up ready to fight. Feeling a little intimidated he slowed down and waited before he threw the first punch.
“What you got scared?” Romano asked.
“I’m never scared,” Mark said.
“Looks like you chickened out!” Romano added.
“You better watch it!” Mark answered.
“I better what?” Romano asked. “White boy is telling me to watch it!”
“You’re a pretty boy you know that!” the guys started saying in unison.
“PRETTY BOY, PRETTY BOY, PRETTY BOY!” they chanted, making Mark’s blood boil inside.
“That’s it!” Mark said.
With that he couldn’t stand it anymore. He knew he was completely outnumbered but he had no choice but to fight them. He charged towards their head man, Romano with his fists up.
“He’s lost it!” Romano said. “Do you see his eyes, they’re blood red!”
“HELP!” Romano screamed.
Mark was surprised that his appearance scared him so much, but was thankful that it did. He charged full speed at Romano and swung at his face missing him by an inch.
“MISSED!” the guys started yelling.
“Back me up guys!” Romano yelled.
Mark felt a guy pulling on his jacket and he swung around and with all his might punched him clear off the porch sending him landing on his back in a pile of leaves.
Another guy came up behind him with two guys not so far behind, he did the same thing, punching them off the porch and leaving them crying like babies on the ground.
“What’s going on here?” Romano yelled, hiding behind a porch chair. “Stop acting like wusses and kill him!”
The screen door flew open and out ran about ten heavy set football player type guys all screaming and charging right for Mark. He knew he had to think quickly or else he was doomed. His wings sprouted on his back as he rose up into the air avoiding them completely, but hanging low enough to kick them all in their faces causing them to fall down like dominos on top of each other.
“This is ridiculous!” Romano said. “You’re not going to get me!”
“Not only am I going to get you,” Mark said angrily. “I’m going to kill you.”
Romano let out a scared laugh as he hid behind the chair. I’ve got so many guys here, you’ll be fighting us all day long!”
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