Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 13:30:23 No.68888085 Report

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>>68888057
E1 anon stabs trish in the neck after he finds out that she spread false rumors about him

Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 13:48:09 No.68888348 Report

>>68888085

>It's been a few weeks since everything. Graduation was more or less waived, a little diploma sitting on my desk, gathering dust. My phone buzzes, again. Starting to become a normal thing now. Nothing good though.
>Another hate message. Seems that Trish has been telling everyone I pushed Fang off the roof, caused the whole incident, abused her. Anything she can. I don't care much. Can't care much. It's the latest thing she's on that's starting to boil my blood.
>Insisting that Fang and I planned this together. I don't mind her stomping on my reputation, like there was anything good there to begin with but throwing Fang under the bus? She's not even been gone a month and you're already spitting on her grave?
>I'm shaking at the thought. Not like I can do anything. Just have to hope it blows over. Just wait until she gets tired of this or runs out of ears to fill with lies. Phone goes off again.
>I stare at the thing and consider just throwing it out the window. Nothing but a source of pain and strife. Whatever. I check the messages. Walls of random numbers I don't recognize calling me every slur you can think of. I just stare at the walls of text, eyes not really focused.
>Yet one catches my eye. Trish has messaged me herself, a few days ago. Her contact still in my phone. I open it to see she's taunting me, telling me about how I deserve to be in that grave instead of Fang. Warning me she'll whip my ass if she ever sees me.
>I return it to it's spot on the desk and decide to step out. I'm out of food and my survival instinct refuses to let me starve myself.
>It's a quick walk to the cornerstore to grab something. Doesn't matter what. From the first few steps I can tell I'm being followed. Hair stands on the back of my neck.
>I round a corner and turn, hand on the knife in my pocket. Dangerous game you're playing with a man with nothing to lose.
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Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 13:55:27 No.68888440 Report

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>>68888348
>I brace and come face to face with my three would-be-assailants. Trish and two unknowns. Both saurian, our age. Guessing she enlisted help.
>They're armed. Two bats and a crowbar. I clench harder. I speak out, only warning.
>"Don't do this." My voice hoarse in disuse. They don't bother.
>I'm no fighter and just get pummeled, mostly. Numbness starts to set in as I catch several blows, likely breaking something. I hold fast and wait. I'm going to only get one or two swings. I need to make them count.
>I manage to stay standing as I'm shoved aside as I'm struck. Head, body, arm, body, leg.
>The world is red and ringing. Pain almost overwhelming. Almost. Trish steps in, taking time off from her mocking taunts to get real close. Look me in the eye.
>Like a coiled viper I swing. One and done. No games.
>Right into her neck. Twist and pull.
>I collapse afterwards, body with no strength left whatsoever. I look a cold eye up to see the two other cowards already booking it. Wanting nothing to do with all this. Trish is in no way able to.
>Sputtering and coughing she glares at me. Can't tell quite how good I got her. See you in hell you purple bitch. I lean back and slide down the wall, distant sirens already starting to ring. Must've made it further out of skin row than I'd thought. Normally it'd be an officer on foot a few hours down the line.
>I shut my eyes and let the pain threaten my consciousness. I fade in and out and am started awake as an EMT hoists me up, my mind screaming in pain as I'm thrown onto a stretcher. The last of my waking energy is spent just looking. I need to see.
>I can see her having chest compressions done. Blackness takes me.

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