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Cammeh
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"C'mere, you fairy!"
"Oh man, not again..." Cliff mumbled to himself. He'd just finished healing from his last fight. This was starting to become a habit.
Cliff turned to see who was calling this time. He froze when he saw the size of the group, or rather, the size of the men in the group. Dock workers from one of the other riverboat companies. How had they known? He was hardly around the other boats. Well, that didn't matter right now, did it? Right now, Cliff had to decide whether to stand and fight or run. Taking another look at the group of four huge bruisers, he decided to leg it. Why'd he have to park outside the docks, today of all days? Maybe, just maybe, he could make it to his car in time.
Cliff took off, his leather-soled shoes gripping the wet macadam under him, but not as well as the rubber-soled work boots as the dock workers. The skies opened up just then, pelting him with hard drops as he pushed as hard as he could. He wasn't going to make it, but he still ran hell-for-leather, just hoping he could at least make it to the street. No such luck.
Something hit the back of Cliff's head, and pain seared through his scalp as he went down. He hit the ground full force, striking his head on the ground as well. Fully dazed, he could do little but try to curl up to protect his head from further blows as the brutes descended, using fists and feet but thankfully nothing else. That was a small blessing.
Cliff was barely conscious as he felt himself being dragged by his ankles. Where were they taking him now? Couldn't they just beat him up and leave him alone? They weren't going to torture him now, were they? If he could think properly, Cliff would've really started to worry, and if he could hear past the blood pulsing through his ringing ears, he'd have heard the boats rocking and straining against their ropes as the river carried the rainwater swiftly downstream. The only thing that penetrated his fog was the bell, meant for just that purpose. Before he could register its meaning, though, Cliff felt himself being lifted and becoming weightless, then splashing down into the cold, sucking current.
Shit.
"Oh man, not again..." Cliff mumbled to himself. He'd just finished healing from his last fight. This was starting to become a habit.
Cliff turned to see who was calling this time. He froze when he saw the size of the group, or rather, the size of the men in the group. Dock workers from one of the other riverboat companies. How had they known? He was hardly around the other boats. Well, that didn't matter right now, did it? Right now, Cliff had to decide whether to stand and fight or run. Taking another look at the group of four huge bruisers, he decided to leg it. Why'd he have to park outside the docks, today of all days? Maybe, just maybe, he could make it to his car in time.
Cliff took off, his leather-soled shoes gripping the wet macadam under him, but not as well as the rubber-soled work boots as the dock workers. The skies opened up just then, pelting him with hard drops as he pushed as hard as he could. He wasn't going to make it, but he still ran hell-for-leather, just hoping he could at least make it to the street. No such luck.
Something hit the back of Cliff's head, and pain seared through his scalp as he went down. He hit the ground full force, striking his head on the ground as well. Fully dazed, he could do little but try to curl up to protect his head from further blows as the brutes descended, using fists and feet but thankfully nothing else. That was a small blessing.
Cliff was barely conscious as he felt himself being dragged by his ankles. Where were they taking him now? Couldn't they just beat him up and leave him alone? They weren't going to torture him now, were they? If he could think properly, Cliff would've really started to worry, and if he could hear past the blood pulsing through his ringing ears, he'd have heard the boats rocking and straining against their ropes as the river carried the rainwater swiftly downstream. The only thing that penetrated his fog was the bell, meant for just that purpose. Before he could register its meaning, though, Cliff felt himself being lifted and becoming weightless, then splashing down into the cold, sucking current.
Shit.
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