For whom the wolf howls

“ C ‘mon! Can you fight?”


The huge 10th grader dealt the blonde another blow in the face. Yamato’s head rocked back with the blows and after a few hefty punches, he had lost his footing and fell on the ground.


“ That teaches you to mess with my girl!” the huge 10th grader, whose name was Brett, sneered.


But then this was not left to complete the battle. Brett and his four bodyguards came upon him like a rat among starved dogs. One of them pressed his foot cruelity on his arm and so did the other while the others stomped on him, kicking and jumping on the body that looked less and less like one. Blood sprayed from Yamato’s mouth and nose, painting their shoes, the sidewalk, and himself.


“ Come on you fuckin’ band geek! Come on and fight!” said Brett and before Matt could respond at all, Brett kicked him hard in the face, making yamato gasp in both pain and anger.Then he began to choke. Choke on his own blood. And god did it taste horrible. They were slowly breaking him and slowly pushing down the pain and when they finally realeased him, he looked a lot like a pile of crimson rags. Brett spat at him and gave Yamato a kick in the back which sent him sprawling with a groan. Then the others retreated and left.


But Yamato laid there. For a long time. Who would cross a dark empty alley at night? No one would. And that’s how long he waited. Since nightfall no one had even bothered to look for him. As if they ever will care…


The flyies had already feed upon his almost lifeless carcass and no one bothered to look at a darkened alley at night. No one even cared.


Well, maybe except Sora.


Sora was walking on her way from Mimi’s house to well, her home. She and Mimi were doing a report together and today was the last day so she needed the extra time. Better getting an A then a B seemed more important to her.

But on her way home she saw that she needed to take the long way home because her usuall route was blocked under major construction. So she took the long way home, which meant going theg wag way…

She stepped into the dark alley, feeling very unconfratable. What if some gang that lurked around here will jump her? What if some crazy loon chose to jump her and then commit rape? She shuddered at the idea and wished that Mimi was by her. Even though she was still a little spoiled and annoying at some times, company was better then none.


She saw a cola can on the floor and kicked it, hurring as she did. She wanted to get out of here and fast.


But the cola can traveled on and on and rested on a lumpy thing on the ground. From here, Sora only saw what she thought was a tossed endtable, but when she stepped closer and into some of the darkened alley’s light she saw that it was no tossed endtable.

It was Yamato.

A gasp was behind her lips as she bended down and gently pulled yamato to his side. The flys that had settled to suck his blood flew away in a dark clould. She almost screamed as the bloodied face of Yamato looked upon her with closed eyelids and filthy hair.


“ Matt…Yama. Oh god no!”


She pushed the red bangs from his face and tried to wipe out spit and blood from it by using her sleeve, but it did no good. The blood had now dried to a cake. Then she slowly cradled him, hoping that he could wake up at least and hope that he was not dead.

As she cradled him, Yama slowly fluttered his eyelids and his vision focused on a face. A face that was blurry with flamming red hair. A female face.


Sora felt a wave of excitement that he showed signs of waking up, but it slowly melted as she saw the condition that he was in. Yama groaned as his vision, once silvered in pain, saw a clear image of his girlfriend. Sora.


“ …Sora…” he croaked. His blood crusted eyes began to close in a faint, and Sora slowly helped him by closing them for him with her fingertips.


“ Hush now, Yamato…” even though her voice sounded calm, it was on the verge of a breakdown. Already tears were starting to form and were ly dly dropping onto his face. Yamato’s eyes opened one more time before they did fall into a dead faint. And that was when Sora saw something else. Something besides the suffering in his eyes. Something besides the blood crusted sockets. Something swimming inside of his eyes, but she could not see it clear enough to tell what it was, but now she didn’t care. She needed to get help for him.

“ Help! Someone! Someone help us!” but it was no use. Sora could shout herself hoarse and the only thing she’ll hear is the echo of her own in her ear drums.


Then she had an idea. If no one would come then she’ll take him to his house and maybe call 911.That would be poetic justice.


Then she cradled him for awhile and slowly hoisted him up onto her back. This was difficult then she thought because she had to hurt him in order to do this and thank god Yamato wasn’t heavy. Soraht wht weigh more then him and this made it easier somewhat, but there was work because he did weigh something and this was the first time she carried a filthy, bloody teen before. And as she carried him to her house, she belt both embarrased and shocked for finding him in the street like that and having to carry him. And the thought of what would happen if she never crossed here…then Yamato would surely had died.


Slowly, Sora avoided the filled alleys and continued to go on the darkened alley to her home, hoping to get Yamato there in time.