A little battle, A little magick and a lot of blood.

If it wasn’t for Bobby I wouldn’t be here right now. I probably, would of been down at the mall and hanging out with the other slackers, who I call my friends.

He brought me into it. I didn’t go reluctantly. I came into the underground kicking and screaming. I like my little world.

And now here we were. Bobby and I, standing in an alleyway and about to be japped by two goons. Bobby’s cut up really bad, but the sad thing about it was that he had done it to himself.

“It’s too bad you can’t do what I do, Bro.” Bobby tells me.

Not really, I couldn’t fanthom cutting myself up looking like some freakshow. Bobby has got mojo, he gets it by carving up his skin. Something weird happens each time he slices up his skin. It freaked me out the first time I witnessed it and it still freaks me out today.

“You going to do it?” I ask him.

Bobby says he doesn’t have to do this. I look across him and shake my head. I hand him the switchblade. He takes it and looks at it.

“Do the fucking thing,” I tell him.

He looks at me and then he smiles. “You’re the boss.”

Though, I am not the boss. He says so making it another cliche in this world. Bobby looks at me, he takes the butcher knife and cuts into his skin.

Is it enough. Bobby thinks so. He hands me back the blade.

He says it’s done. He has it. And I chuckled. He’s charged again. Just in time as the goons step around the corner. Two of em. Big as brick shithouses. Brandishing lead pipes and a chain. They mean to work us over good.

“Yo Mook!” Bobby shouts at one of the goons. “You don’t know who you are messing with!”

“Just a couple of turds,” Mook says. “You guys pissed in the wrong bowl cornflakes.”

With the blood dripping down his arm, Bobby looks at me. Waiting for the signal.

“Not really, we just wanted to see what sort of Badass’s Gint was going to send.” I replied to the mook.

Bobby steps forward, he glances back at me and smiles. He has it covered. He knows what he wants to do.

The Goons step forward. The Mook has the lead pipe and he looks like he could knock Bobby’s head out of the ballpark if it connected.

Mook stops before him and chuckles. “Brave man.”

“Yes, you are.” Bobby tells him. Bobby reaches up to touch the fellows jacket. And in the instant the fellow has a stunned look upon his face, as his arms, meld to his body.

The other goon freaks. Dropping the chain and backpedalling out of the alleyway. I heard him babble like a child on the way out.

Mook falls over and he is some sort of shock. Bobby kicks his head. Knocking mook into mu mu land.

“Easy as Pie,” he laughs. “God I love this!”

I avert my eyes from the mook, and look at Bobby. “You’re still a nerd.”

Bobby chuckled.

I laughed. Then we walked out of the alley. We were going to see Gint. Maybe, just maybe Bobby will erease his face, once he gets his hands on him.