Throw him back to his lackeys

From Create Your Own Story

He stumbles into Skunk and they both go down. Brute, as always, just looks confused. Moby gets up with a blazing ferocity. You stare him down, you headache starting to lighten, "It's a shitty knife, Moby. I think I'll keep it as a reminder of you. Either by how shitty it is, or by the blood smear on it."

Skunk takes a step back and Moby shoots him a angry glare. Turning back to you, he answers. "You don't know who you fucked with. Get use to looking over your shoulder, loner-boy." With that, he walked off with his cronnies in tow.

Jane is still sitting on the floor hugging her knees to her chest as she draws circles in the ground with her finger. With your thoughts racing, prime of which concerns why you did any of this to begin with, you help her up and to a bathroom just to be doing something. You hear the sounds of her forcing herself to throw-up followed by quite a bit of rinsing. Through it all, you are forced to realize your position. The world runs on people like Moby, but, when it counts, you could not end him. Was it weakness or just acceptance that one loser was not going to change anything? Still, in that case, why step in at all? What difference did it make?

Jane comes out and just stands at your side for a moment, the look on her face telling the story of the last 15 muinets.

"It mattered to this one." You confidently whisper under your breath

"You didn't kill them." She says to you.

Exhausted, you simply Shrug.

Choice breeds personality. Funny that you remember it now when most of the time you can only recall the command to not kill. The importance of choice never occurs to the loner who cuts himself off from the world and moves about each day more as an observer than a player, only wanting the world to leave him alone. Of course, that fantasy is over. You have certainly become a player now. You look Jane in the eye and hand her Moby's knife.

"Today I was your little knight in shining armor, but that's not how the world works. Us humans are different from animals in the sense that animals hunt or be hunted. Humans can choose to hunt, be hunted, or defend. You where hunted, now I want you to defend." You tell Jane.

She nods at you softly. You begin to walk away as she follows you.

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Health 100 Equipment:

iPod, backpack with lunch

Status {{{Status}}}
Gender Male
Social Group Loner
Boyfriend/Girlfriend
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