Lautaro and Macell were at it again. They fought as if they're lives depended on it. The more blood was shed the more smiles were shown.
"Fighting me got even you smiling."
"I have to say this fight has to be one of my most thrilling."
"See even Timmy Tough Knuckles can live a little."
They both laughed as Lautaro got low to the floor but he had to block a kick with his arms. The kick aimed for his chest but since both hands were occupied and his feet were in too much of a difficult position to do something.
His charming face was left vulnerable to the world shattering right hook. That Macell delivered. Once his face smelt the languages of the universe. He was barely standing.
Lautaro spoke, panting heavily.
"I thought boxers aren't allowed to kick."
Macell almost laughed before turning to his crew. He gestured to Lautaro as if to say "take a look at this guy."
"That was a good kick though but not enough for me."
Lautaro felt his hair riddled with sweat. His beanie was torn to shreds and his sweater was in the process of being torn apart as well. He was hurt and battered but he still wanted more.
His heart was pulsating. It beaten with such ambitious greed that his heart almost could not take it anymore. His lungs were on fire. Lautaro could transport an entire gas station of gasoline and light his lungs on fire and he would feel no difference.
Lautaro was exceeding normal human temperatures. He was sweating so much it became a second skin.
"You feel it too don't you?"
Lautaro asked.
"I've never felt be so radiant before. I'd never had it been so fiery."
Macell responded, clenching his chest.
"This fire we have to burn it brighter, until it engulfes the surface of the planet!"
They both spoke in sync.
Then they both fought again. They brawled and wrestled. The boxer let out the perfect unpredictable combo. He used so many boxing techniques that Lautaro thought they were less numbers.
After being hit with a right hook from a dempsey roll for the 3rd time. Lautaro fought back with dodging the next heavy punch, moving Macell off balance.
Lautaro then nonchalantly put his hands in his pockets to avoid any chance of his opponent grabbing a hold of him. Lautaro delivered a quick but hefty kick to his opponents lower shin, sending his face tumbling into concrete.
Lautaro then walked over to Macell. Lautaro grabbed both his legs and held them with a tight grip. Lautaro, with the firm grip on his opponent used his knee to perform a platter of strikes, all the strikes were at vital points.
Lautaro never let go and he didn't seem like he was going to anytime soon. Lautaro heard a loud noise that came from the school. It was their clock. It was a massive, however basic clock but the chimes meant that. People would start coming to school soon. They had to finish this quick but neither of them ever gave up.
Macell ordered his men to leave them be and Lautaro did the same with Salvey who was jotting down notes. He was studying their fight, what for Lautaro didn't know, all he did know is that if the students gathered into circle to watch them fight then the teachers would be there as well.
The only reason they had not ran into the teachers yet was because all of them came in through the back entrance.
Lautaro looked at Macell. He did not show any signs of yielding.
"How 'bout we continue this fight later?"
"Good idea. But how to we get the blood off of each other?"
Lautaro's brain knew answers he did not.
"If you enter the gate and make a right turn past the two main entrances and go straight. Once you see the hung up Halloween decorations turn left to the nearest corridor. There'll be a washing basin there."
Macell almost opened his mouth to speak about how Lautaro knew this but he did not and he just listened to him and followed.
They came across the place Lautaro mentioned and they blasted themselves with water hoses. The blood was washed away and they ran back to the gate.
It was not until Lautaro saw the weird glances from the students in class did he realize how weird he looked. He was drenched in water and his hair was swept down almost covering his eyes due to the effects of the water.
His sweater and pants still and the holes in them. He thought he could play it off as a new style but he figure out wet and covered with holes was not the best style.
He walked into class, driving to dry himself off the most he could but it was to no avail. He sat in his desk with his head down, with his hair being wet his desk quickly turned into an aquarium. The worst part were his wet socks.
Lautaro gaged just thinking about them. Wet and socks were two things never meant to go together until the day humanity figured out the cure for all diseases. Wet socks came before that and it was a disaster.
That was how Lautaro viewed wet socks, as plague. But when the teacher walked into the room he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
'He didn't even bother asking.'
The class went by and Lautaro did as poorly as he always did.
***
Macell sighed as his black trenhcoat was absolutely drenched. Lautaro made him wash off the blood and now here he was. He would rather walk around the school in blood on his hands than his clothes clinging to him like a leech.
'How had that fool convinced me into believing this was a better option?'
The amount if girls who had came up to him was multiplied. It was due to the fact that his shirt stuck to him to so tight it revealed his finely toned muscles and that there were many holes in his attire.
He had his gang members treating and taking care of his wounds. Some of the girls took care of his wounds as well. Some of his other gang members actually listened to what the teacher was teaching. This system was made so that Macell would able to succeed in his academic life and still be able to be a gangster.
His most favourite part of this system was that his teacher did not even care about the shady men in the back he just kept teaching. Whether out of fear or of nonchalance Macell did not know.
Macell's mind was occupied on one thing.
Lautaro.
Lautaro was strong enough for him to actually try. He even was knocked out by a surprise kick. His appearance was deceiving. He had such a harmless face, one filled to the brim with adventure and yet he was an amazing fighter.
His movement were filled to the brim with efficiency. He wasted no time to counterattack or defend. Each movement served a purpose, whether to trick the opponent or to get himself in a better position one would never know and that was the point.
The part that surprised Macell the most was his creativity. His avarice was immense. The amount of skills he used and the combinations of moves he utilised were so much they compared to the amount of ants in the floor. No matter what position he was in he found a way to use it to his advantage. The fact that Lautaro fought with Capoeria made it even more dangerous.
He danced one of eternity. A dance so unrelenting that he was bound to win any fight he ever fought. For the first time in ages Macell finally thought someone could unite all the high schools.
Macell saw Lautaro walking through the halls and he even saw him fight once. There was no way one guy could get that good in a matter of days. Whether he had trained in a place without time or he was a different person entirely Macell did not know.
But one thing that did worry Macell was Lautaro's personality. He was too free. Too reckless. He fought to win and for no other reason. Once Lautaro ruled over the North, East, South and West who knew how he would act. He may do questionable things and make bad decisions. Eventually, people would try to usrup him.
And Macell knew Lautaro was strong but even he could not beat everybody. He hoped that Lautaro would actually be smart and less reckless. He hoped he would surround himself with trustworthy people. But until then Macell would keep the North under his command.
***
Salvey looked up at the awesome cyan sky. He thought about his situation. He was going to stay with Lautaro. He knew the type Lautaro was and he also knew that he would be stuck with Lautaro forever.
He was grateful to Lautaro but he could not trust him. He could not just trust another person blindly again. He couldn't show him gratefulness because he had to put himself first. He had to stay safe.
He looked around his class and was left with a blank expression. He was an outcast. Not because of what he had done but because of what he was. Because of what someone else had done.
He looked at them all with emptiness in their eyes. He gazed at them with crosses on their faces. They were nothing to him. Just a bunch of people who hated him. There were eyes all over them. There were eyes everywhere.
The void eyes gazed at him. They pried into his soul and then beyond. They all watched him with the most wrath a person could muster and he could do nothing about it. He hadn't even done it, she had lied. Yet he was still hated because he hadn't made enough friends. He hadn't made enough people to believe in his truth.
He sat at his desk near the window. It was just him and his desk near the window. He put his grey hoodie up. His dirty blonde hair was glistening near the window. He shuffled his dark sneakers across the floor. His handsome face was shunned by the world. Tears formed in his eyes filling his glasses.
'Maybe in some place else... maybe in some place else I'd be happy.'
And the golden boy cried.
Salvey D'or cried once again.
***
The sun was setting. The cascading sunlight made the classrooms look fantastic. As if the end of the week was not any better. But it was going to get better since Lautaro was going to fight Macell again.
He looked at man and he smiled.
"That idea of yours was stupid."
"Smart enough."
"I'd rather walk through the halls covered in blood than be wet and filled with holes."
"You couldn't handle all the girls? Maybe share next time you greedy bastard."
Macell chuckled as his soldiers came into formation. The stood in perfect 4 by 5 rows. Whilst Salvey stood underneath the shade of the autumn trees. They fell on his hoodie making him covered but one could still see him drawing and taking notes. Lautaro wondered how someone could study fighting so much.
Lautaro stood infront the of the school gates and he began counting down.
"3!"
"2!"
"0!"
Then the fight begun. Macell was caught off guard by the speed of Lautaro's dash and the lack of his ability to count. Lautaro easily hit him with a haymaker, making him recoil.
But when the next heavy punch came Macell got into the stance Lautaro feared the most. He kept his head low and his hands near his head and chest and he started to move confusingly.
He was doing the dempsey roll once again and he did it better than anybody else. The concept of the dempsey roll was so easy yet Macell did it so amazingly, you did not know if the next movement was a feint, real or a punch to the jaw.
Even when Lautaro attempted to sweep him off his feet his legs stayed grounded and Lautaro was put into a dangerous predicament...