Emmett was off, Lorenzo caught the movement out of the corner of his eye. That was okay, he couldn’t focus on that right now, he had to focus on taking Emil down. As he swung the maul down, Emil kicked his duffel at him, tripping Lorenzo a bit, the force of his swing kept Lorenzo going downwards, and he could see the pick of the E-Tool in Emil’s hands swinging at him from the outside. He had to dodge. If that hit him it was going to do some serious damage. Following his own velocity, Lorenzo let himself fall all the way to the soft sands below, the pick barely missing as Lorenzo felt the momentum pierce the air right above where his back would have been a second ago.
Lorenzo hit the ground, and so did his maul. The maul hit hard, spraying the golden sand every which way as it dug into the soft surface. Lorenzo had no time to bless his own luck that he’d avoided damage, instead letting go of the handle to the maul and grabbing up a handful of sand. It worked last time so why not another? Lorenzo spun his upper body a bit to toss the grains into Emil’s face and buy himself some time to recover his stance. He grabbed Emil by the ankle and pulled with all his strength, hoping to know him down to the sands and make him lose his composure. As soon as he pulled it, Lorenzo quickly scuttled himself away from the other boy and stood himself up, turning to face his opponent again. He crouched down to pull the Maul from the sand, and held it offensively again with both hands.
No more games.
Lorenzo spit to the side, and grinned at the boy in front of him.
“You really should have just handed it over!” He yelled as he stared the boy down, wary of his next move.
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Emmett looked back at what was happening with Emil and Lorenzo. And he wished to god that he hadn't. He felt himself slowing down and he stared at Lorenzo. God, he really was a fucking devil. Was that guy always like this? Fuck, he did not know and he felt even worse about leaving Emil with a guy who looked like he was really going to end his life. Emmett wondered if he could live with the guilt of Emil dying for him and this stupid tracker.
....
Fuck that, fuck that, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccccccccccccccccccccckkkkk that!!!
He started to make his way towards the ocean as quickly as his feet could carry him and he was out of breathe as he stood near the water. He then looked back at the other two and he got his hand ready in a throwing position. He had to do this. Even if Lorenzo would end up beating him to death or some shit.
"HEY, LORENZO!!"
A smug smirk appeared on his face.
"I WILL FUCKING DESTROY THIS IF YOU DON'T STOP THAT SHIT!!!"
....
Fuck that, fuck that, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccccccccccccccccccccckkkkk that!!!
He started to make his way towards the ocean as quickly as his feet could carry him and he was out of breathe as he stood near the water. He then looked back at the other two and he got his hand ready in a throwing position. He had to do this. Even if Lorenzo would end up beating him to death or some shit.
"HEY, LORENZO!!"
A smug smirk appeared on his face.
"I WILL FUCKING DESTROY THIS IF YOU DON'T STOP THAT SHIT!!!"
Emil kicked back at nothing while he was on the ground, then swung his pick forwards, doing nothing but kicking up more sand. Once he got his bearing, Lorenzo was already up and had his hammer back, facing him down, talking his shit talk.
“Talking a lot of shit for a broke ass bitch, Lorenzo!” Emil was ready for him. He could take him. For his first ever real fight he was doing pretty good. He felt confident, he had this.
Emmett has made it to the ocean by now, and called out to Lorenzo. Emil had an idea. Midway through his threat of ruining the tracker, Emil sprinted towards Lorenzo. Lorenzo liked his dirty ass tricks, so Emil hoped he’d appreciate this one.
Once he was close enough, Emil jumped, and brought his left leg in front of him, shooting towards Lorenzo in a flying ass ninja kick, like Emil was on some Liu Kang- Bruce Lee shit.
“Talking a lot of shit for a broke ass bitch, Lorenzo!” Emil was ready for him. He could take him. For his first ever real fight he was doing pretty good. He felt confident, he had this.
Emmett has made it to the ocean by now, and called out to Lorenzo. Emil had an idea. Midway through his threat of ruining the tracker, Emil sprinted towards Lorenzo. Lorenzo liked his dirty ass tricks, so Emil hoped he’d appreciate this one.
Once he was close enough, Emil jumped, and brought his left leg in front of him, shooting towards Lorenzo in a flying ass ninja kick, like Emil was on some Liu Kang- Bruce Lee shit.
Lorenzo glared at Emil as he watched the other boy get back to his feet. He was staring to get a bit annoyed now. The more time he spent with this dumbass, the further away Emmett was getting with that tracking device. With tat in hand, the island would be a much easier place to navigate. He could avoid overpopulated areas, and make his way through the next few days a little bit more confidently. He wanted tht fcking trakcer, and he had absolutely no problem snapping both Emil and Emmet in half to get what he wanted. Either way, neither of them was going to make it very far out here, may as well put them out of their misery early.
Emil shouted some nonsense, and Lorenzo could only scoff at him in response. This kid was really starting to think he was hot shit with that stupid little shovel of his. Lorenzo had to admit though, Emil had a bit of a speed advantage on him right now. When Lorenzo took a swing, he had no choice but to commit to it. Emil, however, had no such handicap. His weapon was lighter and easier to maneuver. If Lorenzo just kept swinging at him hoping to get one good shot in, he could slip up and end up hurt.
He had to change his strategy.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by a shout from the water. Emmett was there, threatening to toss the tracking device into the ocean unless he stopped attacking them. Well, no chance of that happening. Even if he did agree to stop and walk away, what was stopping The brainless wonder over her from trying to attack him while his back was turned? No. Even if he ended up losing the tracker in the end, he couldn’t stop now. Just like his weapon, Lorenzo had no choice but to commit to this decision.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement. Fuck! He’d let Emmett distract him long enough for Emil to come charging at him while his guard was down. He turned to face the attack, but where he expected the shovel to be coming at him head on, instead he saw a foot flying at him. In a bit of shock and confusion Lorenzo managed to stumble out of the way in time to miss being fucking flying jump kicked in the chest. Was this brain-dead idiot serious?
Lorenzo gathered himself from his stumble and turned to face the boys again. From where he stood he could see them both now. He took a deep breath. He had to think. Obviously this was going nowhere. He had to get them off their guard. Make them sloppy. He had to make sure his next strike hit. HARD. He backed away from Emil just a bit, holding the Maul in both hands defensively for now.
A wicked little smile broke onto his face.
“Sure, Emmett. Go ahead and throw possibly the most useful thing on this island into the ocean. From what I hear, you’re just great at ruining good things.” He chuckled a bit.
“After all, you made Adonis so miserable, it was all I could do to keep him from sniffing after my jock like a desperate puppy.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. He’d only ever really spent any time with Adonis that day at the mall, but even then, Adonis seemed more than willing to get into Lorenzo’s pants.
Emil shouted some nonsense, and Lorenzo could only scoff at him in response. This kid was really starting to think he was hot shit with that stupid little shovel of his. Lorenzo had to admit though, Emil had a bit of a speed advantage on him right now. When Lorenzo took a swing, he had no choice but to commit to it. Emil, however, had no such handicap. His weapon was lighter and easier to maneuver. If Lorenzo just kept swinging at him hoping to get one good shot in, he could slip up and end up hurt.
He had to change his strategy.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by a shout from the water. Emmett was there, threatening to toss the tracking device into the ocean unless he stopped attacking them. Well, no chance of that happening. Even if he did agree to stop and walk away, what was stopping The brainless wonder over her from trying to attack him while his back was turned? No. Even if he ended up losing the tracker in the end, he couldn’t stop now. Just like his weapon, Lorenzo had no choice but to commit to this decision.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement. Fuck! He’d let Emmett distract him long enough for Emil to come charging at him while his guard was down. He turned to face the attack, but where he expected the shovel to be coming at him head on, instead he saw a foot flying at him. In a bit of shock and confusion Lorenzo managed to stumble out of the way in time to miss being fucking flying jump kicked in the chest. Was this brain-dead idiot serious?
Lorenzo gathered himself from his stumble and turned to face the boys again. From where he stood he could see them both now. He took a deep breath. He had to think. Obviously this was going nowhere. He had to get them off their guard. Make them sloppy. He had to make sure his next strike hit. HARD. He backed away from Emil just a bit, holding the Maul in both hands defensively for now.
A wicked little smile broke onto his face.
“Sure, Emmett. Go ahead and throw possibly the most useful thing on this island into the ocean. From what I hear, you’re just great at ruining good things.” He chuckled a bit.
“After all, you made Adonis so miserable, it was all I could do to keep him from sniffing after my jock like a desperate puppy.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. He’d only ever really spent any time with Adonis that day at the mall, but even then, Adonis seemed more than willing to get into Lorenzo’s pants.
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Lorenzo's cruel words were definitely a big blow to Emmett's emotions that were suddenly shattered. Emmett couldn't even get angry at the guy for using Adonis as a mind game and he didn't want to get Lorenzo the credit for knowing how to mess with his head. Maybe he had been making Adonis miserable but Adonis had been there for him so many times when he just needed to let out his feelings in private to someone. And that person who had been his light was always Adonis, even if Emmett was Adonis' darkness in their former on-and-off relationship. Now Lorenzo was saying Adonis had wanted to sleep with him? Shit, there was no way Emmett was going to believe the bullshit that was coming out of that green freak's mouth.
"S-Shut up...." Emmett shook his head in disbelief and his hand holding the tracker was shaking quite a bit. "You.... fucking.... DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT US!"
He then glared at Lorenzo with complete hatred in his eyes and he stepped backwards a few times. His feet were down in about ankle deep in the sandy sea now and his hand holding the tracker was lowered to his side.
"If you really want this tracker.... Come at me, you fricking coward!!!"
Emmett honestly didn't give a shit if he was going to die at Lorenzo's hands. But he wanted to make sure to cause a bigger 'Fuck you' to the other guy when the time was right.
"S-Shut up...." Emmett shook his head in disbelief and his hand holding the tracker was shaking quite a bit. "You.... fucking.... DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT US!"
He then glared at Lorenzo with complete hatred in his eyes and he stepped backwards a few times. His feet were down in about ankle deep in the sandy sea now and his hand holding the tracker was lowered to his side.
"If you really want this tracker.... Come at me, you fricking coward!!!"
Emmett honestly didn't give a shit if he was going to die at Lorenzo's hands. But he wanted to make sure to cause a bigger 'Fuck you' to the other guy when the time was right.
“Damn! Lucky motherfucker!” Emil landed into a jog, just barely missing Lorenzo before slowing down, circling him. He watched as Lorenzo backpedaled before shouting more bullshit. Emil used the time to unfold the E tool from pickaxe to shovel. The shovel had a serrated edge on it, that’ll probably be pretty useful.
When he turned his attention to Emmett, Emil caught on to what Lorenzo was trying to do. Emil was getting Waaaay to tired of this shitter’s mouth.
“Lorenzo, shut your celery stick head-ass up! Fight’s over here bitch!”
With that, Emil sprinted forwards, before dropping into a slide worthy of a home run, swinging the shovel at Lorenzo’s ankles.
When he turned his attention to Emmett, Emil caught on to what Lorenzo was trying to do. Emil was getting Waaaay to tired of this shitter’s mouth.
“Lorenzo, shut your celery stick head-ass up! Fight’s over here bitch!”
With that, Emil sprinted forwards, before dropping into a slide worthy of a home run, swinging the shovel at Lorenzo’s ankles.
Lorenzo grinned at Emmett’s reaction to his taunts. That’s exactly what he wanted. He wanted to get under his skin, make him mad. If there was one thing he knew he was good at, it was digging at people until they blew their lid. And oh boy did Emmett lose his cool. Unfortunately, the blonde didn’t do what Lorenzo wanted. Instead of coming after him, like he’d hoped, Emmett stepped back even further, wading in the water of the tide. Lorenzo narrowed his eyes a bit. He wasn’t going to be able to get to him in time, even if he made a full sprint. On this sand, his speed would be severely reduced, and by the time he got to Emmett, he could have already tossed the tracker deep into the bowels of the ocean, making it lost to them all.
He had to go harder, it seemed.
Before he could get another word out, Emil shouted at him that the fight was with him, and came charging. Lorenzo half-expected something like this, and this time he was better prepared. Emil dropped into a baseball-style slide, moving to swing the shovel at his leg. What a fucking idiot.
“Pipe down!”
Lorenzo shouted as he took the opening Emil gave him to stomp on the handle of the shovel, effectively halting and kind of attack, and once his foot connected with the tool, he reared his other foot back and sent it flying towards the other student's unprotected face, catching him in the chin with the toe of his boot. Lorenzo felt a small spark of satisfaction when the hit connected. That’s what you get for trying to play with the big kids, Emil. Lorenzo stomped the same foot he used to kick Emil down on his chest, effectively holding him in place, and dropped the maul down so the sledgehammer side was kissing the right side of Emil’s face, right where his fucked up ear was. He let the cold metal push against the brunettes face, sneering down at him from where he stood. He shouted out now, so he was sure Emmett could hear him.
“This is the last fucking chance. Give me the fucking tracker, or I’ll have to learn to play croquet with Emil here’s head as the ball.” He made his threat abundantly clear by moving the hammer away and lightly knocking it back into the side of Emil’s face. Even as light as it was, he still must have felt it.
“Now, Emmett!”
He had to go harder, it seemed.
Before he could get another word out, Emil shouted at him that the fight was with him, and came charging. Lorenzo half-expected something like this, and this time he was better prepared. Emil dropped into a baseball-style slide, moving to swing the shovel at his leg. What a fucking idiot.
“Pipe down!”
Lorenzo shouted as he took the opening Emil gave him to stomp on the handle of the shovel, effectively halting and kind of attack, and once his foot connected with the tool, he reared his other foot back and sent it flying towards the other student's unprotected face, catching him in the chin with the toe of his boot. Lorenzo felt a small spark of satisfaction when the hit connected. That’s what you get for trying to play with the big kids, Emil. Lorenzo stomped the same foot he used to kick Emil down on his chest, effectively holding him in place, and dropped the maul down so the sledgehammer side was kissing the right side of Emil’s face, right where his fucked up ear was. He let the cold metal push against the brunettes face, sneering down at him from where he stood. He shouted out now, so he was sure Emmett could hear him.
“This is the last fucking chance. Give me the fucking tracker, or I’ll have to learn to play croquet with Emil here’s head as the ball.” He made his threat abundantly clear by moving the hammer away and lightly knocking it back into the side of Emil’s face. Even as light as it was, he still must have felt it.
“Now, Emmett!”
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Emmett's anger was quickly starting to vanish as he was witnessing what was happening in front of him and now Lorenzo was pretty much threatening to kill Emil if he didn't do what he was telling him to do. Emmett honestly did not want to be responsible for Emil getting his head beating to a pulp. If he did, he would be just as bad as Lorenzo because being that selfish would make him feel guilty when he could do something to help the other person in danger.
"Dammit..."
Emmett knew that he hated a lot of the people that he was around, but he didn't hate them enough to want them to die. That would make him a pretty fucked-up individual if he did.
Emmett made his way out of the way and he didn't even care if Emil didn't want him to come closer to them. Emmett had to stop Lorenzo somehow and now it was his chance. Giving the tracker to Lorenzo was a bad mistake but he was doing it to save someone from some meaningless death. His chest was tightened more and more as he got closer to Lorenzo and Emil and it felt like his steps were getting heavier and heavier. He was trying to look unfazed on the outside, but inside he was scared shitless. He was not the fighting type - at least not physically - and he would rather be yelling at Lorenzo for being a smug-ass monster.
"Lorenzo..."
Emmett basically spat out his name in spite and he was holding the tracker against his own chest, trying to not avert his determined eyes away from Lorenzo's own. "I am not going to hand this tracker over to you. I don't want to be responsible for whatever you are going to fucking do. But I think I have a good idea of what you are planning." He paused for a moment to hope that Lorenzo wouldn't hit Emil more with his weapon. "Do you really want to have huge-ass target on your back if you start to murder people without any remorse. God, shit.... You really think that your family would welcome back a murderer with open arms? I don't fucking think so."
Emmett needed to shut up. What if he was just provoking Lorenzo more? Fuck!
"Dammit..."
Emmett knew that he hated a lot of the people that he was around, but he didn't hate them enough to want them to die. That would make him a pretty fucked-up individual if he did.
Emmett made his way out of the way and he didn't even care if Emil didn't want him to come closer to them. Emmett had to stop Lorenzo somehow and now it was his chance. Giving the tracker to Lorenzo was a bad mistake but he was doing it to save someone from some meaningless death. His chest was tightened more and more as he got closer to Lorenzo and Emil and it felt like his steps were getting heavier and heavier. He was trying to look unfazed on the outside, but inside he was scared shitless. He was not the fighting type - at least not physically - and he would rather be yelling at Lorenzo for being a smug-ass monster.
"Lorenzo..."
Emmett basically spat out his name in spite and he was holding the tracker against his own chest, trying to not avert his determined eyes away from Lorenzo's own. "I am not going to hand this tracker over to you. I don't want to be responsible for whatever you are going to fucking do. But I think I have a good idea of what you are planning." He paused for a moment to hope that Lorenzo wouldn't hit Emil more with his weapon. "Do you really want to have huge-ass target on your back if you start to murder people without any remorse. God, shit.... You really think that your family would welcome back a murderer with open arms? I don't fucking think so."
Emmett needed to shut up. What if he was just provoking Lorenzo more? Fuck!
Well shit... Much like many of his online escapades, this did not go as planned. Not at all. Abe Lincoln was in the back of Emil’s head letting him know that he fucked up. Multiple times. Enthusiastically. Emil couldn’t help but smirk at the mental image before the sledgehammer axe thingy brushed up against his head. Well, this is how he died...
Except... not really. At least not yet. Lorenzo was using him as a bargain chip for his people tracker. To Lorenzo, Emil’s life was worth less than a fucking electronic. “Aw hell no...”
Emmett was coming closer now. “Man don’t do it! You really think he’s gonna let me go?” Emil moved his head up to look at Emmett. “Once I’m done, you’re next! Just go, there’s people close by!” Lorenzo replied with a tap against his cheekbone, Emil felt a cold sting stretch across his face like a good slap, just from being tapped. That sensation alone was enough to make him shudder, mostly out of fear, but there was some underlying anger in there too.
Emmett started talking. He wasn’t gonna give Lorenzo the tracker, which was good. He was trying to reason with him. Emil was sure this wasn’t gonna work, so he mentally braced himself for impact. He wondered how long it’d take. Would it be instant? Would the anticipation kill him before the blow, probably not, but the slow rise of the hammer would be terrifying.
Slow.
Rise.
Slow rise.
Dum dum Emil wasn’t as dum dum as he thought. Emil brought his knees up, and his feet as close to his backside as possible, planting them into the ground. He wasn’t gonna be bringing his shovel with him because Lorenzo’s other foot was planted on it. He put both his hands on Lorenzo’s ankle, then stared him in the eyes. All he had to do now was play the waiting game.
“Lorenzo, whole world’s watching right now. If you still planning on killing me, you best not close your eyes or look away when you do it. Don’t you fucking puss out, you look me in the eyes when you’re killing me.”
Except... not really. At least not yet. Lorenzo was using him as a bargain chip for his people tracker. To Lorenzo, Emil’s life was worth less than a fucking electronic. “Aw hell no...”
Emmett was coming closer now. “Man don’t do it! You really think he’s gonna let me go?” Emil moved his head up to look at Emmett. “Once I’m done, you’re next! Just go, there’s people close by!” Lorenzo replied with a tap against his cheekbone, Emil felt a cold sting stretch across his face like a good slap, just from being tapped. That sensation alone was enough to make him shudder, mostly out of fear, but there was some underlying anger in there too.
Emmett started talking. He wasn’t gonna give Lorenzo the tracker, which was good. He was trying to reason with him. Emil was sure this wasn’t gonna work, so he mentally braced himself for impact. He wondered how long it’d take. Would it be instant? Would the anticipation kill him before the blow, probably not, but the slow rise of the hammer would be terrifying.
Slow.
Rise.
Slow rise.
Dum dum Emil wasn’t as dum dum as he thought. Emil brought his knees up, and his feet as close to his backside as possible, planting them into the ground. He wasn’t gonna be bringing his shovel with him because Lorenzo’s other foot was planted on it. He put both his hands on Lorenzo’s ankle, then stared him in the eyes. All he had to do now was play the waiting game.
“Lorenzo, whole world’s watching right now. If you still planning on killing me, you best not close your eyes or look away when you do it. Don’t you fucking puss out, you look me in the eyes when you’re killing me.”
Emmett still refused him, even with someone’s life at stake. Lorenzo was starting to feel his own temper lose it’s cool. Then Emmett started in on him, attempting to make him feel bad or something equally ridiculous. Was he dropped on his head as a child? Did he think they were here to play ‘nice’ and ‘fair’ with each other? There were fucking BOMBS strapped to their necks for fuck’s sake. It was kill or be killed here, that was the only way to get home! Why didn’t he see that?
“A target on my back?! News flash Em, there’s a target on all of our fucking backs!” He heard his voice waver a bit.
“There’s no fucking room for remorse anymore. My family will be happy I’m alive and home, fuck how I make that happen.” He spat out at the blonde.
“I don’t give a shit what you think. Just give me the fucking tracker!” His voice was getting louder.
He was angry now. This whole situation was going on too long. He just wanted to get that stupid device and get the fuck out of dodge. Emmett may have thought he was trying to talk him down, but if anything he was just pissing Lorenzo off even more. He stared daggers into Emmett as he waited for his response, but a voice from below caught his attention. Fucking- I guess it would have been too easy if he’d knocked the mindless wonder out of commission for a few minutes. Emil shouted for Emmett to run, but he’d been incorrect in his assumption. Lorenzo had planned on letting the both of them live if her just got what he wanted. They were just too fucking stupid to do what he said. Emil turned his attention to Lorenzo now.
Emil must have thought he sounded real fucking tough, didn’t he. Look him in the eyes as he kills him? Fucking gladly. All he had to do was swing now. It seemed like that’s what it was going to take after all. In his head he knew eventually he’d have to take a life. Probably many lives. All he had to do was swing the hammer, and it was all over.
That’s it.
Just fucking swing the goddamn hammer.
Fuck… JUST SWING IT.
He felt a sweat form on his brow, and the muscles on his arms were tightening up. What the fuck was wrong with him. Just move the damn thing. He felt his jaw clenched tight, his teeth grinding against each other as he struggled to move his arms. He didn’t even feel it when Emil grabbed onto his ankle, he was so hyper-focused on willing his body to move. His knuckles were snow white on the handle of the maul, his grip on it so tight he felt like he was going to bruise. His heart was beating so loudly he was sure Emil could hear it too. He shut his eyes for a second and opened them, his vision focused dead on Emil’s face.
“Fine! You wanna die so fucking bad? Fuck you!” He shouted and finally willed his body to lift the maul, swinging it upwards like a golf club, and with a guttural yell, swung it back down as hard as he could at Emil’s stupid fucking face.
“A target on my back?! News flash Em, there’s a target on all of our fucking backs!” He heard his voice waver a bit.
“There’s no fucking room for remorse anymore. My family will be happy I’m alive and home, fuck how I make that happen.” He spat out at the blonde.
“I don’t give a shit what you think. Just give me the fucking tracker!” His voice was getting louder.
He was angry now. This whole situation was going on too long. He just wanted to get that stupid device and get the fuck out of dodge. Emmett may have thought he was trying to talk him down, but if anything he was just pissing Lorenzo off even more. He stared daggers into Emmett as he waited for his response, but a voice from below caught his attention. Fucking- I guess it would have been too easy if he’d knocked the mindless wonder out of commission for a few minutes. Emil shouted for Emmett to run, but he’d been incorrect in his assumption. Lorenzo had planned on letting the both of them live if her just got what he wanted. They were just too fucking stupid to do what he said. Emil turned his attention to Lorenzo now.
Emil must have thought he sounded real fucking tough, didn’t he. Look him in the eyes as he kills him? Fucking gladly. All he had to do was swing now. It seemed like that’s what it was going to take after all. In his head he knew eventually he’d have to take a life. Probably many lives. All he had to do was swing the hammer, and it was all over.
That’s it.
Just fucking swing the goddamn hammer.
Fuck… JUST SWING IT.
He felt a sweat form on his brow, and the muscles on his arms were tightening up. What the fuck was wrong with him. Just move the damn thing. He felt his jaw clenched tight, his teeth grinding against each other as he struggled to move his arms. He didn’t even feel it when Emil grabbed onto his ankle, he was so hyper-focused on willing his body to move. His knuckles were snow white on the handle of the maul, his grip on it so tight he felt like he was going to bruise. His heart was beating so loudly he was sure Emil could hear it too. He shut his eyes for a second and opened them, his vision focused dead on Emil’s face.
“Fine! You wanna die so fucking bad? Fuck you!” He shouted and finally willed his body to lift the maul, swinging it upwards like a golf club, and with a guttural yell, swung it back down as hard as he could at Emil’s stupid fucking face.
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Emmett had to react.
Lorenzo was really going to kill Emil.
HE'S GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM!!
MOVE, YOU STUPID SHIT!!
Emmett let out a yell that did not sound intelligible as he felt himself lunging forward and he lowered his body to try to aim for Lorenzo's stomach. He didn't even think about what he was doing. He just fucking went for it. The tracker was still gripped and huddled against his chest tightly. He was still not going to let it go, but he still didn't want Emil to die right now.
He barrelled right into Lorenzo.
Lorenzo was really going to kill Emil.
HE'S GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM!!
MOVE, YOU STUPID SHIT!!
Emmett let out a yell that did not sound intelligible as he felt himself lunging forward and he lowered his body to try to aim for Lorenzo's stomach. He didn't even think about what he was doing. He just fucking went for it. The tracker was still gripped and huddled against his chest tightly. He was still not going to let it go, but he still didn't want Emil to die right now.
He barrelled right into Lorenzo.
This was it.
He was gonna do it.
Emil’s chest heaved rapidly as the hammer rose.
NOW!
Emil bucked his hips upwards, and jerked his arms back on Lorenzo’s leg buckling it forwards, causing him to take a knee, as a cloud of sand exploded behind Emil’s head as the hammer missed it’s mark. He shot up, back handing Lorenzo’s inner thigh on his opposite leg to soften him up, followed with a punch to buckle.
Emil rolled out of the dog pile the moment Emmett entered the fray, and lurched for the E tool.
He was gonna do it.
Emil’s chest heaved rapidly as the hammer rose.
NOW!
Emil bucked his hips upwards, and jerked his arms back on Lorenzo’s leg buckling it forwards, causing him to take a knee, as a cloud of sand exploded behind Emil’s head as the hammer missed it’s mark. He shot up, back handing Lorenzo’s inner thigh on his opposite leg to soften him up, followed with a punch to buckle.
Emil rolled out of the dog pile the moment Emmett entered the fray, and lurched for the E tool.
Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion.
Lorenzo watched with bated breath as the hammer of the maul slowly but surely fell, aiming directly for the boy below him’s skull. Slowly it inched closer and closer. Lorenzo’s heart was beating so hard and fast he felt like it was going to burst. Suddenly, he was falling. He landed on his knee, and he watched as the hammer missed Emil’s head by mere inches, simply kicking up another huge wave of golden sand. Lorenzo’s eyes widened. He was confused, he was so caught up in the fact that he was about to actually kill someone that he had no idea how he came to be on the ground. A sounds from his side alerted him, and he turned his head in time to see Emmett come barrelling at his as fast as he could.
Time finally seemed to catch back up as he felt Emmett’s shoulder it him square in the ribs and topple the both of them over.
Lorenzo felt a stab of pain in his side, where Emmett’s bony shoulder was still imbedded deep in his rib-cage. He felt himself hit the sands, and felt the wind get knocked out of his lungs for a moment. As soon as he felt the air begin to fill his lungs again, he shoved the boy on top of him off, swinging his free hand that wasn’t still gripping the maul for dear life to backhand the boy as hard as he could and make sure he was no longer on top of him. Now free of anyone keeping him on the ground, Lorenzo staggered to his feet in a hurry, slipping a few times on the soft sand as he attempted to gather his bearings and recollect his thoughts.
What the fuck had just happened?
He… he really almost killed someone. He almost crushed Emil’s skull. Like fucking straight up attempted murder. Fuck! His arms were still fucking shaking from the sheer adrenaline he was feeling right now. His eyes were wide open, his gaze shooting from Emmett to Emil and back again, over and over. What were they going to do next?! Would they both come at him again? His breathing was coming in quick bursts. His mouth felt as dry as the sand below his feet. He lifted the maul again and held it in both hands, ready to block anything that came at him.
He felt like he was being backed into a bit of a corner here.
Out of the corner of his eye he spotted his own bag that he’d dropped at the beginning of this fight. It wasn’t too far, and the two of them were both closer to the water than he was right now. He took a few steps back, making the distance between them even greater. Fuck them. Fuck their stupid tracker. They’d both be killed off soon anyway, it didn’t matter if he was the one who did it or not.
“You better fucking hope we never see each other again, you cunts.” He spat the words like venom.
Next time he wouldn’t falter. He wouldn’t hesitate like he did here. He’d fucking make sure he took the shot as soon as there was an opening. Emmett and Emil got lucky they ran into his this early. By the time they ran into each other again, he’d already have some blood on his hands, and this would go a much different way.
Enjoy your temporary win, boys.
He turned on his heel quickly and sprinted for his duffel, scooping it up and swinging the bag over his shoulder. He was going to turn for a second to see what they were up to, but changed his mind half-way through and just continued to sprint as fast as he could on the sand. Once his feet left the sandy beach and hit more solid ground he allowed himself a chance to turn and sneer at the two boys again.
He was still alive. That’s all that mattered.
[B03 - Lorenzo Tavares Continued in Starting Point for G007]
Lorenzo watched with bated breath as the hammer of the maul slowly but surely fell, aiming directly for the boy below him’s skull. Slowly it inched closer and closer. Lorenzo’s heart was beating so hard and fast he felt like it was going to burst. Suddenly, he was falling. He landed on his knee, and he watched as the hammer missed Emil’s head by mere inches, simply kicking up another huge wave of golden sand. Lorenzo’s eyes widened. He was confused, he was so caught up in the fact that he was about to actually kill someone that he had no idea how he came to be on the ground. A sounds from his side alerted him, and he turned his head in time to see Emmett come barrelling at his as fast as he could.
Time finally seemed to catch back up as he felt Emmett’s shoulder it him square in the ribs and topple the both of them over.
Lorenzo felt a stab of pain in his side, where Emmett’s bony shoulder was still imbedded deep in his rib-cage. He felt himself hit the sands, and felt the wind get knocked out of his lungs for a moment. As soon as he felt the air begin to fill his lungs again, he shoved the boy on top of him off, swinging his free hand that wasn’t still gripping the maul for dear life to backhand the boy as hard as he could and make sure he was no longer on top of him. Now free of anyone keeping him on the ground, Lorenzo staggered to his feet in a hurry, slipping a few times on the soft sand as he attempted to gather his bearings and recollect his thoughts.
What the fuck had just happened?
He… he really almost killed someone. He almost crushed Emil’s skull. Like fucking straight up attempted murder. Fuck! His arms were still fucking shaking from the sheer adrenaline he was feeling right now. His eyes were wide open, his gaze shooting from Emmett to Emil and back again, over and over. What were they going to do next?! Would they both come at him again? His breathing was coming in quick bursts. His mouth felt as dry as the sand below his feet. He lifted the maul again and held it in both hands, ready to block anything that came at him.
He felt like he was being backed into a bit of a corner here.
Out of the corner of his eye he spotted his own bag that he’d dropped at the beginning of this fight. It wasn’t too far, and the two of them were both closer to the water than he was right now. He took a few steps back, making the distance between them even greater. Fuck them. Fuck their stupid tracker. They’d both be killed off soon anyway, it didn’t matter if he was the one who did it or not.
“You better fucking hope we never see each other again, you cunts.” He spat the words like venom.
Next time he wouldn’t falter. He wouldn’t hesitate like he did here. He’d fucking make sure he took the shot as soon as there was an opening. Emmett and Emil got lucky they ran into his this early. By the time they ran into each other again, he’d already have some blood on his hands, and this would go a much different way.
Enjoy your temporary win, boys.
He turned on his heel quickly and sprinted for his duffel, scooping it up and swinging the bag over his shoulder. He was going to turn for a second to see what they were up to, but changed his mind half-way through and just continued to sprint as fast as he could on the sand. Once his feet left the sandy beach and hit more solid ground he allowed himself a chance to turn and sneer at the two boys again.
He was still alive. That’s all that mattered.
[B03 - Lorenzo Tavares Continued in Starting Point for G007]
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Emmett felt like his shoulder was hurting from the impact with Lorenzo's ribs and then he was suddenly knocked off of Lorenzo with a backhand to his mouth, making him stumble right onto the sand in a hard fall. His glasses had nearly been knocked off of his face as well and the tracker had fallen inches away from him. But he felt too dazed to move from where he had landed and he just stayed there, not moving at all. He could feel the metallic taste of blood in his mouth and he winced involuntarily.
Emmett turned his head slightly to the side and he noticed that Lorenzo was running away from the fight. What the fuck? Did Lorenzo really think that he couldn't take him and Emil? What a fucking loser! Emmett had no right to talk as he was fucking useless at fighting but still they had somehow beaten Lorenzo. How in the fuck...? Lorenzo was pretty much gone from his and Emil's sight now.
The enemy was gone. But for how long? Would they run back into Lorenzo again? Emmett didn't want to fucking know.
"F....Fuck...." He said tiredly, feeling his mouth ache a little and he coughed a few droplets of blood onto the sand. "Emil... Emil...? Shit, man! Are.... are you fucking okay?!"
Emmett sat up quickly and he was trying to look and focus on where Emil was.
Emmett turned his head slightly to the side and he noticed that Lorenzo was running away from the fight. What the fuck? Did Lorenzo really think that he couldn't take him and Emil? What a fucking loser! Emmett had no right to talk as he was fucking useless at fighting but still they had somehow beaten Lorenzo. How in the fuck...? Lorenzo was pretty much gone from his and Emil's sight now.
The enemy was gone. But for how long? Would they run back into Lorenzo again? Emmett didn't want to fucking know.
"F....Fuck...." He said tiredly, feeling his mouth ache a little and he coughed a few droplets of blood onto the sand. "Emil... Emil...? Shit, man! Are.... are you fucking okay?!"
Emmett sat up quickly and he was trying to look and focus on where Emil was.
Once Emil had grabbed his E-tool and prepared to jump back in on Lorenzo’s shit, he saw that Lorenzo was backing away, before turning around and running. With that heavy ass hammer, Emil knew he could catch up to him, he could keep swinging at him. He didn’t. Fight was over.
“Yeah motherfucker!” Emil waved his arms at his sides again, recreating his taunts that instigated the fight in the first place. “What, motherfucker, what! Turn around and get it again!” With his free hand, Emil grabbed his jewels as he pointed Emmett’s E Tool towards Lorenzo. “Fuck outta here with your ‘grass too long, mow the lawn’ ass haircut, biiiiii~itch!”
...
When Lorenzo was far enough out of sight or earshot, Emil turned around to face Emmett, rubbing his chin. “Got-damn that hurt like a motherfucker!” That kick got him pretty good, he wasn’t gonna lie. He sure as hell wasn’t gonna let Lorenzo know, either, but shit that hurt! He started laughing as the adrenaline wore off. “Shit, I ain’t never been in a fight before...”
“ I’m good, we’re Gucci...”
Emil felt his lip bleeding from the kick now. He knew his shit was busted from getting a boot to the face, he could feel it from his chin all the way up to his cheekbone, plus a little bit in his gums where one of his piercings jabbed him. That one kick got his ass good. He’d have to be more careful next time. Emil pulled up his undershirt and wiped the sandy blood mixture from his own mouth before dropping the E Tool to the ground.
He put his hands on Emmett’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Ay, but for real though, good shit today. I dunno if you know this or not, but you just saved my life just then. That means something, bro.”
“Yeah motherfucker!” Emil waved his arms at his sides again, recreating his taunts that instigated the fight in the first place. “What, motherfucker, what! Turn around and get it again!” With his free hand, Emil grabbed his jewels as he pointed Emmett’s E Tool towards Lorenzo. “Fuck outta here with your ‘grass too long, mow the lawn’ ass haircut, biiiiii~itch!”
...
When Lorenzo was far enough out of sight or earshot, Emil turned around to face Emmett, rubbing his chin. “Got-damn that hurt like a motherfucker!” That kick got him pretty good, he wasn’t gonna lie. He sure as hell wasn’t gonna let Lorenzo know, either, but shit that hurt! He started laughing as the adrenaline wore off. “Shit, I ain’t never been in a fight before...”
“ I’m good, we’re Gucci...”
Emil felt his lip bleeding from the kick now. He knew his shit was busted from getting a boot to the face, he could feel it from his chin all the way up to his cheekbone, plus a little bit in his gums where one of his piercings jabbed him. That one kick got his ass good. He’d have to be more careful next time. Emil pulled up his undershirt and wiped the sandy blood mixture from his own mouth before dropping the E Tool to the ground.
He put his hands on Emmett’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Ay, but for real though, good shit today. I dunno if you know this or not, but you just saved my life just then. That means something, bro.”