Story-Time (part 1) blog - _Dexter_

Hello again Beautiful People! Guess what time it is? No silly, it's not "Adventure Time"; it's time for another "Story-Time with Dexter! (yay)

Back in the dinosaur times of July this year, I was accepted out of 300 people to be on the school water-polo team; I had been quite excited and also proud of myself, for I had been training for months. But when the team practices came around, most of the Seniors had started gunning for the top positions on the team, and since some of the Sophomores and Freshmen were actually a fair competition this year, some of the upper dawgs had started "recommending" that us lil' puppies stay low until the positions were decided.

Naturally, there was resistance, but it was soon hectored after a few examples of some cock-sure freshmen. During an example, I had found a three Senior on one Junior, of which the Junior had been one of my comrades, but for now we will dub him Thomas. I knew that neither of us would stand a chance in this dispute, but I wasn't about to leave him to break alone either. That's the type of person I was. I walk briskly over to the posy and already see pushes and shoves, I start to run; and by the time that I reach them, Thomas is already curled in a fetal position, blocking his throat and face from kicks. I see the Alpha of the pack, and decide to act on impulse and choke him out from behind. The one I was holding on to was about 6ft 2", so this most likely wasn't my finest decision.

I hold around his neck with my forearms, maintaining an iron grip with all my might. At first he struggles, and then pauses for a moment, then starts to ram me against the wall behind him; after the first few slams, I am nearly completely out of breath, and his croneys catch on to what is happening. Absently, they begin to throw punches to knock me off, after maybe four blows, I notice their positions and begin to make twists in an attempt to use my host as a 'meat shield'. A score of hits land on my opponent's rib cage, until they finally withdraw. By this time, Thomas was finished recovering, and had pulled himself to his feet, in a stance that made him look as if he were about to vomit. But despite this, he sucked in his gut, rolled his hands into cuffs, and let his feet shift shoulder length apart. Tom sees what I am doing and lines up is body with the enemy's; He takes his first shot. Miss, barley though as it almost hit me. I lower my head to avoid his punches.

He shoots again, and this time a hit, making a hard contact with his left brow. I feel blood flowing across my forearm, his blood. Tom goes for another run, but as soon as he does, his feet are swept out from under him; since his hands missed the swing, he lands flat on his face, blood seeming to form a small pond on the ground, pouring in from river nose. Tom was out cold. Seeing what had happened, the death-grip I had, I released; leaving my foe staggering out through the corridor at a moderate pace, leaving his pack to trail behind him, muttering insults and shallow threats.

By now, a group of students had migrated around us, forming a circle, they must've been there to see how the process had rolled down, but I wasn't really sure and didn't have time to think of such trivial matters. My first order of business was to address Tom. I kneel onto one knee and touch his throat to try and find a pulse: there was, that was a good sign. He appeared to be breathing without any difficulty, another plus.

Just as soon as I was going to check for fractures or breaks, I was interrupted by a small battalion of teachers, consisting mainly of curious teachers and few of the school paramedics (yes we have actual paramedics, this sort of thing happens enough to need them) They do basically what I did and some more that I would've if given more time, and then made the decision to move him out by stretcher and get him to a hospital. During this time, I was being questioned about how this had all come to be, of which mostly I simply stated a fight, without listing any names(I'm not devoid of logical reasoning) The fools bought it and carried him out as I had finished explaining my alibi.

ab actu ad posse valet illatio Part two within a fortnight hopefully