I took off the little cowboy hat as Randy walked closer to me. I hated him, I could feel that weird sensation burning inside me like the day when he attacked Lui and me. He was looking for a fight and I REALLY didn't want to fight him again, not with this weird feeling. "Hello, Neff is it? Oh wait, I'm sorry, it Jeff, right?" He said taking a step closer, with each step I could see his injuries more vividly. I really did that? I mentally questioned myself. "I believe we have some unfinished business, right guys?" Randy lightly chuckled as a signal for Troy and Keith to step closer. "Actually, I think we're even. I beat the crap out of you and your gang, and you sent my brother to juvy. Yup, we're even." I say as calm as possible, I can feel that weird feeling grow and burn like someone set my insides on fire. Randy got a look of pure hatred and anger in his eyes, "Oh no Jeffy, I don't settle for even, I go for winning. You may have kicked our asses that one morning, but you damn sure aren't today.", that's when he rushed me, knocking me to the ground. He punched me in the nose, so I grabbed onto his ears and slammed my head into his, and I pushed him off me. I looked up and saw parents running to their kids, (y/n) trying to help the little boy we were playing with earlier, and Troy and Keith fumbling for something in their pockets. I saw an object shine a brilliant chrome. A gun. They had guns. Kieth raised his gun in the air and fired a single shot, grabbing everyone's attention. "No interruption or guts will be flying!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. A small group of kids that couldn't get to their parents hid behind (y/n), she acted as if she were their personal human shield. Somehow while I was distracted, Randy pulled out a knife and stabbed it into my shoulder, I screamed like an animal that just got ensnared in a torturous trap. I fell to my knees in pain, I stayed in that position, motionless as Randy knocked me down further, proceeding to kick me repeatedly. I waited till he landed a few more kicks then I sprung into action. I grabbed his ankle and twisted it, hearing a sickening pop. As Randy fell, I stood up and headed for the back door, only to be grabbed by Troy. "Need some help?" He offered in a sing-song voice as he grabbed the back of my shirt and threw me through the sliding glass door, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. As I lay there, somehow Randy limped in and began kicking me again with his good foot. "Come on Jeff! Fight me!" Randy said as he picked me up like a rag doll and threw me into the kitchen. I fell against a counter and caused a bottle of vodka to fall, smashing on my head and its contents running all over me."FIGHT. ME." He said as he again threw me into the living room." Jeff, look at me," he said as I glanced up, feeling the blood/ vodka mix running down my face, "I was the one who sent your brother to JDC! And look at you, you're just gonna sit there and let him rot. You should be ashamed!" I slowly start to get up and receive claps from Randy." Oh finally! You stand and fight!" He laughed, I suddenly feel that feeling again. But now, it so powerful it hurts like hell. "Finally, you're up." He says as he rushes at me once more, but this time I feel something snap. I quit thinking straight, and knock him onto the floor. I sat on his stomach and punched him straight in the heart. I could hear his struggles for his breath with every punch, but that didn't stop me. Again, again, and again, I punched until I couldn't feel his breathing and his heartbeat ceased. I got off of him and looked around, parents with eyes the size of a saucer, kids wailing, and (y/n). She stood there frozen repeating a phrase over and over again, but I couldn't make it out. I heard a couple of clicks, and turn to see Keith and Troy cocking their guns and taking aim at me. I guess she was trying to warn me, I thought as I heard the first shot whizz past my head and land in the wall. I took off running up the stairs as they let more lead fly, each one missing me. They were right on my tail as ran into the bathroom, hearing their guns clicking due to the lack of amo, I ripped a towel rack clean out of the wall. I was readying myself against my attackers, who now wielded knives. Troy was the first one to take a swing at me, I bashed him in the face with the towel rack, knocking him unconscious. Keith was more agile so it was hard to land a bit as he attacked me. He dropped his knife during the struggle and slammed me against the wall, dumping bleach onto the both of us. We screamed as it burned our skin, I did my best to wipe the substance from my eyes. Keith had apparently seized this opportunity to retrieve his dropped knife. As he came in for an attack, I hit him as hard as I could with the towel rack, nailing him straight in the head. As he lay there bleeding to death from the injury, he had an ominous smile plastering his face. "What's so funny?" I asked confused as hell by the dying teen's actions. He took out a lighter and light it, "What's so funny is you're covered in bleach and alcohol." My eyes widened as he threw the lighter at me. The moment the tiny flames made contact with the fiery cocktail mix on my body, I became a walking inferno. I screamed in pure agony as I ran down the stairs, hoping somebody would help me put my body out.