The boy put his hand to his jaw. Blood covered his hand. "You little bitch." He said as he charged Racetrack. In that moment, Race remembered his days of training with Jack in the Refuge. He remembered last night when Elizabeth explained to him how this man abused her and how his father abused his friends. The boy's fist was charging at his face. Race dodged to the left and he punched him in the stomach. The boy, who towered over Race, fell to his knees and coughed up blood. Race knew he won the fight, but he wasn't done yet. He didn't know if it was the anger for him being Snyder's son, him abusing Elizabeth, or the fact that he fought him and Crutchie senseless only a few days ago, but he kicked the boy in the chest who let out a whimper and fell on his back. As Race was going to step on the boy's chest, he felt a hand pull him back. It was Specs.

    "Specs what are you doing?" Race asked Specs half screaming half asking while he tried to maneuver out of Specs's hold.

    "Saving your ass from going to jail for murder." Specs replied tightening his grip.

    "Specs. Let me go. Let me hurt him." Race said as he stopped trying to free himself from the hold.

     "No." Specs knew that he already won. Race was 5'9 and he was 6', he wasn't as strong as Racetrack but his size made up for his lack of muscle. "Race. Let's go." He said urgently as he relaxed the numerous police beginning to arrive at the scene. Race didn't respond. He stood there staring with his piercing blue eyes at the boy who was laying on the pavement. Race looked up finally realizing the amount of trouble that was coming right for them. "Shit." Race mumbled as he began to run. Specs followed.

    After what seemed like forever, the boys finally got to an alley where they stood against the wall. The cops ran by the ally without looking in it. "They're gone." Race said.

    "You're a moron." Specs told Race as he leaned against the opposing wall.

    "I am not a moron Specs." Race replied

    "Yes. Yes you are."

    "Ok Specs. Ok."

    "Seriously Race. What did we agree to after the attacks like two days ago Race? Huh?" Race didn't respond. "In case you forgot, we agreed to avoid all confrontation with Snyder's men."

    "I KNOW!" Race yelled, "I didn't attack him out of self pity."

    "Then why? Why Race?" Race was shocked. Specs was never that mad at him before.

     "For Elizabeth and Crutchie." Race replied in a whisper

    "Who the hell is Elizabeth?" Specs asked calmer.

    "A girl I met at the boxing arena." Race said not looking at Specs.

    "When?" Specs asked while staring at Race

    "Last night, that boy was her boyfriend who's a dick. He's Snyder's"

   "Race. You just beat up SNYDER'S SON!"

    "I know!"

    "Great, great, great. I have to go." Specs finished and he left the alley.

   "Great." Race mumbled as he walked in the other direction