chadmoyen (chadmoyen) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-04-30 17:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | chad moyen, j-s benoit |
August 23, 2013
Chad & J-S
The Great American Music Hall
10:30pm
Chad Gets Attacked (oh no!)
Chad wasn't a violent person, usually. He'd never pick a fight with someone, but in the face of a would-be assaulter or bully, he had always stood his own ground. Maybe that's why he found himself in his current situation, with four guys standing in a semi-circle around him and his back to a wall.
He was just leaving the Great American Music Hall, a little before the end of the show he was watching. The band hadn't been very good, and he had missed J-S. For the past few weeks, month, however long it had been (he honestly wasn't sure, because it was going by in a blur), he was almost inseparable from the other man, which is what prompted him to go out on his own tonight. He thought maybe they should take a night off from each other so things didn't move too fast. Then about halfway through the show, all he could think about was J-S, and so Chad texted him to meet him outside the small music venue. That was twenty minutes ago.
Maybe it was the fact that Chad had shaved, eliminating all his facial hair, and eliminating seven years off his looks at the same time. Perhaps the facial hair had hardened his appearance, and the smooth face gave him that pretty boy facade, which made him a more likely target.
The truth was, none of the reasons really mattered. What mattered was that there was no one else around, because Chad had walked to a corner shop to buy a pack of smokes and had been back on his way to the Great American Music Hall when he was approached by the first guy. "Got any change?" the guy had asked. Chad had declined, but then the guy was persistent, saying he knew Chad had to have something. His plan was just to ignore the guy, because that was the usual route, but then the guy grabbed Chad's arm, and that was too far.
"Get your fucking hands off me," he had said scathingly, and used both strong arms to shove the man back. They had been walking uphill, so when the guy fell, he rolled down the sidewalk a ways before coming to a stop. That's when the guy's friends appeared. Three men from a dark alley across the street. When the guy got up, he called out. "Yo, this faggot just shoved me! Get him!"
Chad had tried to run at first, of course, but they were surprisingly fast. If only J-S had taught him some parkour, already, but they had been spending more time fucking than anything else. One of them caught him by the shirt as he ran uphill, and twisted him around, sending him into another alleyway. He tripped over a trash bag and landed hard on his hands, but he was up and running before the others could descend on him. The alley ended against the wall of a building, though, which just fucking figured. A dumpster reeked of decay to his left, and a door that only opened from the inside stood next to it.
Which brings us to the current state of things. The men entered the alley, knowing that Chad had no escape there. Chad knew his situation was bad...four against one, and decided that maybe he could get them to back off using a different tactic. "Please, I'm sorry," he said, feeling a slight pang of humiliation and cowardice.
"We just wanted your wallet before, but now we're gonna fuck you up." That was the response he got. His fingers curled into fists, because he could see on their faces that they were determined. These were the kind of guys that didn't need to be pushed very far, and Chad certainly had pushed the one guy pretty hard.
Still, he wasn't going down without a fight. The first guy that rushed him received a well-placed fist to his mouth. Chad even felt something crack, and it wasn't one of his fingers. But then the other three came at the same time, and Chad wasn't quick enough to stop every hit. One connected with his head and as it flung to the side, one of the guys slammed his body into his chest and knocked Chad against the wall.
He was just able to yell out "HELP!" before the wind was knocked out of him by one of the guy's fists and he doubled over onto his hands and knees, sucking for air. Another foot slammed into his side, sending him back into the wall. Then they all came at him, and he tried to cover his head and curl up to protect his body from the volley of fists and kicks that began to strike him.