Blood, pumping through his veins. Stars, flashing in his eyes. Fists, bruising up his skin. He retaliated quickly, dodging the next punch. Jeers and cheers sounded from the tight circle that surrounded them. He was breathing heavily, sweat pouring from his skin and blood dribbling from his mouth. His hair was plastered to his forehead.

A roundhouse kick knocked out the opposition's knees, and a fist, flying into an uppercut, caught him under the chin. His head snapped backwards, forcing him to the ground. He hit the concrete with a thud. Nathan grinned maliciously and stood up from where he had been kneeling, one knee on the ground, using his hand for balance. He stepped over the guy that was slowly losing consciousness on the ground below him. He tapped his stomach with the toes of his shoes and spat blood out beside him.

He kneeled down beside him, smirking. Lips to ears, whispering vicious words.

"How does it feel to be the enemy?"

Nathan stood and left, his group of friends hauling him away with loud praise. The guy on the ground fell into the darkness, a lone tear running down his cheek, mingling with the blood that dripped.

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