Azimio Beats Up Pol
Who: Azimio and Pol Where: McKinley When: 01/09/2012, midday What: Az wants to beat up Dave’s bf thinks Pol is Cas Warnings: Bloodshed, language, gay bashing
Azimio could not believe his former best friend was gay. He had thought that Dave was cool. Then he found out he was dating some blonde hippie kid, and he had to fix that shit. He went looking for the kid, his name was Castor. He was full of rage, and he needed to punch something. He had been keeping it all in since he heard, and now it had to come out. Azimio Adams was not gay, nor was he going to be friends with someone who was gay.
That’s when he finally spotted a blonde head, and he grinned. He headed down the hall, and called out, “Hey, Castor. I hear you’re a fudgepacker.”
It was often enough that Pol and Cas’ names are interchanged that he looks back as if it were his. The image of the huge black jock was not a welcome sight. He instantly tensed. In honesty Pol had been expecting it after Dave came out and he and Cas became obvious. He know Cas would be targetted.
“Jealous?”
“Fuck no. I just think that it’s not an accepted lifestyle. You corrupted Karofsky, didn’t you?” Azimio shot back, getting closer. “I am going to pound your face into the floor.” He rolled his shoulders.
Now he could blink. It would save him from the pain... but it would put Cas in danger. If the assaulters thought Cas could disappear they would want to tie him down. “He was already gay as they come. likes to bend over for me too. How’s that compute?”
Azimio almost had a double take. Dave had not been gay before Cas. “He was not, I have known him my whole life, and he wasn’t gay. He definitely caught it from you.” He said, flexing his muscles. “I am going to make you taste your own blood.”
“That so?” He smiled and took a step back. “if you hit me aren’t you afraid you’ll catch it?”
That gave him pause. He didn’t know what to do. He was torn between punching Cas and not wanting to catch being gay. “What?” He replied, trying to hold onto his angry feeling.
“You’ve never heard of AIDS?” So what if it was false information. It would save a himself and possibly Cas’ life. “Once the blood touches you it get you gay and gives you HIV.”
Now that one, Az knew it wasn’t true. “We learned about AIDS in health class, I know it is only contracted through sex and blood. I don’t have any open cuts, fag.” Az said, but he was still worried about catching the gay from him. He wasn’t sure what to do now.
“Not quite as dense as expected.” He flashed Azimio a bitter smile before taking off with a pivot to the heel. He needed to get off campus, away from where Cas could possibly be and come across them.
Az stood there for a second, and then took off after him. “Get back here, you blonde hippie fag!” He yelled, tossing freshman out of his way as he did so.
Pol was not as fast as Cas. He didn’t have dance training on his side. He wasn’t trying to lose the jock. He was trying to get to a ‘safer’ location. He found himself outback of the school in relative isolation.
Az finally caught up to him, and glared at him. “You don’t get out of this, I am going to beat the fuck out of you, you get it twice for running.” Azimio snapped, getting up closer.
Pol found himself backed into the school building. Well that was something to keep him up at least. He glared at Azimio, his sharp blue eyes flicking to his fist. “So glad to know you’re keeping score.”
There was that sarcasm again. Azimio smiled to himself. “Backed up and nowhere to go. Doesn’t that work out for me.” He said, flexing his fists.
“I’m sure it does. Can’t wait to get your hands on me can you. Maybe your problem is that Dave got to my blond hippie ass first.” Nothing he said was going to make this worse on him. He’d been dying to lash out at someone for a long time.
Azimio growled. He was not in love with Dave, Az definitely liked girls. Not that he could ever get one. He pulled his fist back. “I’m not going to be getting you up the ass, fag.” Azimio snapped, as he popped Pollux in the nose.
Pol let out a pained sound, his eyes immediately crossing as the pain burst through his temple. He straightened back up, glaring at Az for a moment before taking a deep breath. He began to focus inward, finding his center so he could try to control the pain.
Well, it was no fun when he just stood there and tried to control the pain. He punched him again, hitting his eye this time. “You’re going to feel this, fucker.” Azimio snarled, even if he was worried about catching the gay.
The pain ripped through him. His eyes were sensitive as all people’s were. His breath shuddered out, but he refused to make an actual sound. He focused on imagining the white light that moved through his core, balancing and absorbing. He pulled on the pain, directing it up and out of his body.
Azimio was starting to enjoy himself a little. Beating on gays and nerds was always fun. He punched Pollux in the shoulder. Next was the stomach. If he’d had on his steel toes, he could have kicked things, but not today.
Pol couched, his concentration breaking at the wind being knocked out of his stomach. He crumpled to the ground, giving in to the instinct to curl tight to try to eliminate damage. It was for Cas. It was for Cas. This pain was so Cas would not feel it. He had to keep that in mind so he wouldn’t blink away.
Azimio’s lips pulled back in an evil grin, and kicked Pollux’s side, even if he didn’t have his boots, kicking would still hurt. He said, “I hope you’re happy, you ruined my best friend for me.”
Pol coughted, bright red staining his lips. He cringed, trying not to hear the words. Focus! He tried to find his center gain, maybe he could go unconscious.
Lifting him up, Azimio punched Pol again in the face, and the stomach. It was like his own punching bag, and he could see doing this a lot. “Hmmm, you are definitely fun to punch.”
Pol was trying to say calm, really he was, but how easy would it be to lash out? He’d removed tiny pieces of things by blinking. How much harder would it be to reach out and just blink away with Azimio’s heart? The blow to the temple scrambled his thoughts.
Tossing him back down to the ground, Azimio snapped, “Have you had enough, ‘cause I can do this all day.”
Pol groaned in response, pain throbbing with his pulse through every pain in his body. All of his concentration was focused on keeping him in one place.
Deciding that he could take more, Azimio cracked him across the back, and then rolled his shoulders again, trying to keep himself limber.
Pol couldn’t stop the tears now, they flowed freely down his face as the pain exploded over his senses. It was for Cas. Each blow was one Cas wouldn’t suffer, one cas couldn’t feel. Somewhere in the middle he passed out.
“Oh you’re crying now, fuckrag?” Azimio asked, laughing. “You are such a faggot. I can’t believe you turned Dave.” He said, and for a moment, his voice faltered.
Pol didn’t respond, he didn’t move. Blood dripped from his mouth onto the pavement, his skin was beginning to swell on his face.
He didn’t know what to do now, and now he could feel himself missing Dave. He had to get out of here. He just didn’t know how to do it without looking weak. “You are such a weakling.” He said, but he didn’t sound as sure as he did before. He then got an idea. Pulling a permanent marker out of his pocket, he leaned down, twisting the other boy’s face around, he wrote FAGGOT on the other boy’s forehead. “There, now everyone will know about you.”