Oct 26, 2020 3:49 AM
David learns that moving schools isn't all bad.
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Well, they can just howl for a little bit. He's pretty sure his are better.

(They're not.)

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Eventually, Sarah gets a little out of breath and laughs. Then looks him up and down.

"You the type to enjoy a little destruction?"

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"What did you have in mind?"

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"Baseball bat, stolen garden ornaments. Combine." She leads him over to a hidden little area with dozens of fragile things. And random pieces of breakable junk, probably collected from the garbage dump. "I've been collecting them for a while. Though we could always wait for a better occasion."

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"Maybe some other time. How about some icebreakers? What did you do last summer, what's your favorite color..."

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Sarah jumps up on one of the pallets and thinks.

"Last summer I spent most of my time acting as an indentured slave for my aunt's creepy social club. My favourite colour is... Red. What about you? And was that your first fight this year?"

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"Last summer, we visited Paris. It was fine, but my mom thinks being cultured is an infection you can contract. I mostly just stayed in the hotel room. My favorite color is green. My favorite fight...April, at the movie theater. Tell me all about the creepy social club."

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"It's called the Sharing. Sorta like the Boy Scouts, except for old people. And kids, I guess. But most kids are only there 'coz of their parents. They're super into family and barbeques and wholesome bullshit."

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"My mom will love to hear about your scouts cult. She'll probably try to go undercover."

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"Is she a spy? Is that why you move around so much?"

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"We're a family of serial killers. We move on when we can't hide the bodies anymore."

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"Oh, how the tables have turned. Usually, this is the part where I murder you and bury your body in my conveniently abandoned construction site that I have cunningly lured you to."

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He laughs.

"You think you can take me in a fight?"

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"I have no idea. But finding out sounds fun."

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So they find out.

David is stronger than she is. He's not as good at using his body as athletes like Tyler. It's not hard to figure out that he can't take a hit as well as she can; he flinches back from pain. David still might have won, in a fair fight.

It's not. David holds back at several points, which gives Sarah plenty of openings to work with. Any one of them is enough to take him down.

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Sarah drags it out a little longer than necessary, just because she's having fun, but all good things must come to an end. One moment they're standing opposite each other, next moment she's standing over him with her foot pressing down on neck.

She smiles down at him and struggles to catch her breath. "You good?"

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"Just great," he chokes out. He slowly stands up, brushing himself off. There's dust everywhere. He's definitely heading to the gym more often.

"Let's do this again, yeah?"

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"I'd like that. Beating up pretty boys sounds like a hobby I could get into."

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"One of these days, I'll win."

And with that, David heads home.

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His mom is waiting for him in the living room, the table a mess of newspapers, notebooks, pictures, and half a dozen empty coffee cups. All signs of her getting overwhelmed with her work. But she stands up and rushes over to him when he walks through the door.

"David! The school called and they said you'd been in a fight and that you didn't show up at any of your next classes and --" She panics more when she sees his face, bruised and dirty from fighting.

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"Mom, it's fine. Just a scratch. I kind of had a bad first day. Don't really want to talk about it, you know? I promise I'll make up for it tomorrow."

He glances at the pile. Distraction, distraction, distraction...

"What's this article, about remodeling at the mall? Seems kind of suspicious."

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She really wants to take that distraction. But she's a mom and her son is bleeding and the vice principal called and made her feel like her whole life is a failure and -

"I bought a first aid kit for the kitchen but I'm pretty sure we can use it now. I can do that. That's doable. And then you can tell me what happened and we'll figure this out together. Okay, baby?"

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Why does she always have to meddle? It's his life.

"I'm fine, it was just some rough-housing. It won't happen again, alright?"

He cooperates with being tended to, though.

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She cleans up his face.

"Are you sure? We can't afford for you to get kicked out -" again. "Do you think I need to call up their parents? I know that's not cool and I would have died if your grandma had done that for me, but... maybe it will help? They just don't know you like I do. You're a good kid."

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“I’ve got it under control this time. New school, fresh start.”

New town, fresh scoop. New place, new mission. They all know how it goes. It’s just a matter of which of them is the reason they have to leave town early. He placates her a bit more, although it doesn’t work as well when he looks like he was in a fight. Still, he has time to go out and get some food for Spawn and Megadeath. He wonders if they crave live rats. Dead ones are probably better than nothing.

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