Into the Light

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I cleared my throat and pulled her back to my side. This was going to be an extremely tough night for me. "Hey, sexy," someone called out. I glanced up and noticed that it was one of the shady guys that I had seen before. He had long greasy blonde hair, tied up into a low ponytail. His clothes were baggy and stained, with an oversized ripped leather jacket over them, and he had a lit cigarette in between his fingers. He walked closer to us, and took a long drag of it. When he blew out the smoke, it was aimed directly at me. I fanned it out of my face, and glared at him. I didn't know if they had any weapons, or not, so I wasn't trying to let my mouth put anyone into danger. "I said, hey sexy. Didn't your momma ever teach you any manners?" His words were directed at Anna, and I bristled. "Didn't yours?" she retorted, catching me off guard. "That isn't how you speak to a woman. And you can obviously see that I'm with someone, so you aren't being respectful. Maybe check your own raising before you come at me." Damn. He glowered at her, and took another step closer to her. I pulled her back, and stepped in front of her. His buddies, who looked just as trashy as he did, all stepped up behind him. I felt the air behind me stir as my friends rallied around me. I felt like this was some kind of scene from The Outsiders. The rumble between the two sides. "You got a smart mouth, little girl," he replied, with his voice getting lower and harder. I sobered up real quick. I opened my mouth to tell the guy to back the fuck off, but I was interrupted. "Who you calling little?" Anna retorted. "I probably have a bigger dick than you!" "Oh shit!" Tara laughed out. Who the hell was this girl? I hadn't really seen this side of her before. I had to admit, it kind of did something for me. "Your mouth is going to get you into trouble," he growled. "Why don't you fuck off?" I said, keeping my arm out to keep Anna behind me. "We don't want any trouble." "Well, it looks like you found it," one of his friends with a shaved head spoke up. "Maybe teach your girl to act like a fucking lady, and you wouldn't find trouble," the head trash replied. I was really trying to not cause anything, but this guy was pushing the wrong fucking buttons. "I think you owe me some reparations for my hurt feelings. She was pretty brutal," he said, holding something to the corner of his mouth. It took me a minute to realize that it was a knife. When the fuck had he taken that out?! Jesus Christ, help us because this was getting out of hand. "I'll take all of your money and credit cards. Oh, and your clothes." He smiled, but it was a twisted, sadistic one. "The girls too," he added. "No," Sam said, stonily from beside me. When did he get there? "Your best chance is to leave, before something bad happens," he added. Oh fuck me, don't antagonize them, Sam! They have weapons and we don't! I elbowed him in the ribs, but he ignored me. "Something bad is about to happen, if you don't give us what we want," the guy said, taking another drag from his cigarette. This time he blew it directly in Anna's face. Something snapped inside my brain and everything turned red. I lunged for the guy, with a guttural yell. All hell broke loose behind and around me, but I was only focused on this guy. This disgusting prick that was fucking with Anna. My Anna. When I lunged at him, we both went down, with me on top of him. His arm flew out, and his fist connected with my jaw. My adrenaline, or anger, or whatever it was, was going too crazy, so it only took a second for me to recover. The knife that I had seen earlier had flown out of his hand but he was reaching for it. I grabbed his arm and slammed it back down onto the pavement, before punching him in the face. I felt it when his snaggled teeth cut the back of my knuckle. Blood smeared across his cheek and I wasn't sure if it was his or mine. I had momentarily forgotten about the knife, until it came barreling towards me. I dodged it and rolled off of the guy just in time. This gave him the advantage to jump on top of me instead. I rolled from side to side, simultaneously trying to knock him off and dodge the knife that he kept bringing down at me. One small wrong move and I felt the blade dig into my side. I hissed out a breath at the burning pain. "COLBY!" I heard Anna's frantic voice shout my name. Was she hurt? "ANNA?!" I screamed back, and started bucking my hips to get the guy off of me. He just laughed and brought the blade down again. This time, I threw my fist towards his inner elbow, causing him to drop the blade. As soon as he did, I took the advantage, and threw my fist again, only this time at his nose. Blood gushed over my knuckles as I felt the bone splinter beneath my fist. He grabbed his nose with both hands, so I bucked him as hard as I could, then rolled out from under him. It took me a second for me to take in the scene around me. What the fuck was going on? So much for not looking for trouble. Kat and Tara were screaming and pulling at a guys hair and jacket to get him off of Jake. Sam and Brennen had one guy on the ground, kicking him repeatedly. I noticed that Sam's nose had blood running out of it, and Brennen had a cut above his eyebrow. Corey was taking on the biggest guy, who was at least twice his size. He seemed to holding his own though. Both of them had blood running from their noses or lips, but neither of them seemed to be too hurt. Where was Anna? My eyes skimmed over the random people that were weaving in and out from one another, until I caught a glimpse of white. The guy with the shaved head had her on the dirty pavement and was pawing at her chest, trying to rip her dress. I ran towards them, and felt the rage grow stronger with each step. Once I reached them, I didn't even think. I just rammed into the guy from the side, sending him and myself sprawling.