~~~~~~~~~Gabe's POV~~~~~~~~~

Maybe I was being reckless.

Maybe I just wasn't thinking straight.

Maybe it was just anger talking.

But the thing is, I didn't care.

I didn't care what made me do it, whether it was an instinct, a reflex, or I chose to attack. I knew I was angry, that was all I felt, but Wes just pushed me over the edge.

Or maybe I'm going insane. Maybe all the things that happened six years ago are finally getting to me, maybe with all that's been happening now, it's getting too much for me to handle in my own brain.

My brain did hurt from all that's been happening..

Still, something really triggered me when Wes started bothering Lara. I didn't know why, I should've even care for her, but knowing Wes, he wouldn't stop unless someone forced him to stop.

If I had to be that someone, so be it. I was stronger than I seemed to be, and my bite proved so.

I was ready for a fight.

The rest of the day went by much faster than I expected. Jade tried to convince me to not show up to the fight, and Fiona offered to fight with or for me, but I denied. Even Lara warned me not to do this, which surprised me a little, but I couldn't back down.

I didn't want to back down. How could I?

Even so, the three of them followed me to the park just outside the school, along with Cassie and Jake as well, who were equally as worried as the others.

There was a big crowed of students waiting at the park, with Wes standing in front of them, and a smirk grew on his face as he noticed me. "Well, I guess the chicken shit isn't so chicken after all."

"As if I'd be scared of someone like you."

I noticed his left arm was now covered by bandages around the area I bit through, and his glare sharpened at my reply, cracking his knuckles.

"Let's get this over with, Anderson.."

My hands bawled tightly into fists as he walked closer to me, feeling my energy slowly flowing threw my veins.

This guy had made it a mission to make every day of my life horrible since the first time I stepped into our high school. Why? I didn't know, I had never seen him before then.

I've had enough.

I wasn't planning to hold back.

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...

What was half an hour to more felt like only five minutes as the fight went on, getting more and more aggressive over time. Both of us were covered in cuts, bruises, and much blood; some was my own, some belonged to Wes.

My glasses were partially broken, my clothes wrapped around some places, and I even had a couple of bones broken.

But I didn't feel tired, nor did I feel the pain.

Was that just all the adrenaline I had flowing through me? Or was there something else?

I wasn't paying attention to it at the moment, all my focus was on fighting Wes, I wanted him to pay for all he's done to me, to everyone in this school, and to Lara.

... Lara..

It still confused me why I suddenly started to care so much for her, but again, I didn't care at the moment.

With one punch, I was able to knock him to the ground, punching his face as much as I could.

Hurt him..

Make him feel every inch of pain that he could ever feel..

"Kid?"

"Kid, wake up."

...

And just like that, everyone was gone. I was still at the park, still bloody and dirty, but I was alone, surrounded by a gray environment, just like when..

"... Bill?"

As I called his name, he appeared in front of him, taking off his hat with a bow. "How ya doing, kiddo."

"Why are you here?"

"To stop you from making a huge mistake."

I stood up, my anger still burning in my chest. "What are you talking about?"

"Kid, do you see yourself right now? You've been beating the crap out of this poor sack of flesh so much he's about to pass out. Heck, you might kill him!"

"I wasn't going to k-" I stopped in my tracks, my glare returning. "Poor? Poor as in I should feel sorry for him? After all he's done to people?!"

"There's no denying he's not a good person." He softly flicked my forehead, when suddenly tons of visions zoomed through my head.

"But did you ever stop to think what made him this way?"

"... why are you taking his side..?"

"I'm not taking anyone's side. I just know what it's like to be the villain, and I know that there's always something that made them villains in the first place."

My mind began to wander, he had a good point. Lara was never evil, she just wanted to have a family again. I never knew the story behind her father, but Dad does, and he forgave him for it. Bill became a monster just because he wanted to experience something different.

But there's always someone who brings you back to the side of light, that's what Mom has told me.

For her it was my dad.

For my grandfather, it was my grandmother.

"So.. just like everyone, Wes is just another hurting soul."

Bill nodded with a smile, his feet landing on the ground. "You really are the smart one of the group, huh?"

He gently ruffled my hair, and the world around us began to glow. "You know what to do."

"W-wait, I still have a question about-!"

"Adios, kid!" He didn't hear me, the world already back to what it originally was, with me gripping Wes's shirt as I was ready punch him yet again.

Blood was splattered all over his face, which was painted purple and blue in bruises, a few teeth broken, nose broken, but he still glared at me as if I was the devil itself.

But Bill is right.

Something made him this way, something or someone didn't show him the right path.

Taking a deep breath, I formed an orb in my hand, and slowly but surely, healed all of his injuries. His eyes widened a bit as I backed away, limping as the adrenaline finally wore off, and I could feel all the pain that coursed through my body.

"I'm not gonna fight you anymore."

He stared at me for a while, but it soon turned back into his glare as he harshly pushed me back. I felt so weak at this point that I couldn't stand my ground, I would've ended up falling if Fiona hadn't caught me.

"I don't need your pity, now stand back up and fight me!!!" He shouted, so much anger radiating from him that it was almost visible.

But I simply shook my head. "I refuse."

I thought he was gonna force me to fight, whether he'd pull my back to the center, or just start punching me right here. But instead, he ran away, deep into the woods, people staring at where he left from.

At this point, I couldn't bare all the pain I had. Now I was able to feel all the broken bones, and the opened cuts and wounds, I could barely even move..

Barely even..

stay..

awake...

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