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The drinks that this cafe served were rather unusual, but Adrian thought it looked good, so they might as well go there. He was reading the board from where he stood, next to Jackson, and he just wanted to buy everything. Of course he would only really get one thing...or maybe two...who knew...


The male moved towards the cafe as Jackson headed inside, smiling at the lady who held the door open for his friend, before lowering his gaze. He didn't really want to draw more attention to himself than was necessary right now, which meant being quieter than usually. That was okay, he wasn't particularly in a loud mood.


"Jackson. What're you gonna get?" Adrian asked as he headed inside, catching up to his friend and sticking close behind him. He wasn't really looking around at that moment, instead he had his eyes either on Jackson or the ground, thinking about what he wanted to buy. There were a bunch of good options on the menu outside...hm...but...did he just want something simple? Or...did he want something that was a little stranger and abnormal?

 

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"Eh? Eat?" Jackson scratched at his stubble for a few moments. What should he eat? Was he even hungry? Mm, I probably am. He hadn't eaten since the previous night, when he had snacked on dry cereal after raiding the cupboards. But he didn't want to overeat, either. So something small.


"I, uh, I'm not sure. I - I think I'll just have something small. Err, like a toastie. Yeah." That will do. He would have to give his order to one of the waiters, but for now there was the matter of finding a free table among all of the ones which were already taken.


There seemed to be a clear gradient of people situated in the café; most customers had chosen the seats closest to the bar, straying from the door and the windows either side. That left... One, two... Four tables empty, and the only two-seater was the one on the outer corner. "Do you, uh, want to go and wait? There, on that table, I mean... It's free."

 

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Adrian smiled and nodded, a toastie sounded good...maybe he'd have one too... Yeah, maybe cheese and something... If they had that that was... His head went up to look over the menu behind the counter, they should have it...right? Most cafes did...


"Hm?" Hearing Jackson speak about a table, he looked in the direction of the seats, "Oh. Yeah... I should probably get that... At least, before someone else takes it." With another smile to his friend he turned and headed over. It was a two seat table, near a window, that was great! They could look out into the street and watch bustling London as they talked and drank. Adrian liked the choice of seating.


Coming up to the table, he moved one of the chair slightly so that it would be easy for Jackson to get in, then he sat down on the other, taking out his phone. He looked up to see where the other was, not wanting to be separated from the other for too long...especially in somewhere he wasn't familiar with... Even if the place did have a rather nice atmosphere.

 

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Jackson pulled up at the end of the table opposite to Adrian and put up his arms to rest on the surface. He turned his head to the side and watched the people passing him outside, going about their daily business without even noticing the lives inside the little streetside café. Just for one second, he felt a little sonder, but the feeling vanished when a pair of dark hands touched down on the surface of the table and made a skittering sound as their long nails came into contact with the wood.


"Adrian," the girl said, searching first Adrian and then Jackson with her round, dark eyes. It was a face Jackson knew, a face he had seen before - Irene, the pretty Rank Two investigator with a sharp tongue. "So you actually decided to bring your little bodyguard here with you to my man's place, huh? How'd you know where I was?"

 

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Adrian was on his phone, simply scrolling away, when he heard a voice. He wasn't going to react to it at first, but then he saw the hands on the table...and he knew how it was... Oh, of course. His phone went down and he looked up, blinking at the woman innocently. His expression was a little confused, but honestly mostly just calm, confused at why the woman was questioning him.


"Huh? What do you mean?" He asked, smiling brightly, "But, hey Irene!" After that he looked over to Jackson for a second, placing his phone back in his pocket, then back at the woman in front of him. "Are you angry at me?" He asked, his head titled to the side. It seemed like he didn't want her to be mad at him...but he didn't look extremely upset, more amused than that.

 

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Jackson folded his arms across one another as Irene and Adrian exchanged their words, keeping his head down so as not to make eye contact with the girl. It wasn't that he didn't like Irene - she could be arrogant, but she wasn't mean. It was just that the swirling darkness of her eyes gave him the chills.


"Not angry at you, shorty," the girl responded, leaning forwards over the table and towards Adrian's ear and cupping the opposite side of her mouth with a hand. "But you picked your goddamn moment for coming in here. See those fellas over there?" With a thumb she pointed back at another table in the opposite corner of the café. There, around a rectangular table were crowded three men looking to be in their mid-to-late twenties and were clad in denim and plaid shirts. They were loudly and obnoxiously chattering away about something inaudible and laughing over their beer and coffee.


"They're Matt's little posse. I think the douche himself is taking a bathroom break, but he's in the building. Came storming in here after I kicked him out, trying to get me riled up or something. Not that he actually has the balls to do anything about it."

 

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At first Adrian had been extremely confused on why Irene had come over like that if she wasn't angry at him, if she wasn't angry... Then what was going on? Was there a reason he shouldn't be at the cafe? He didn't want her to kick him out... Had he done something wrong?


"Oh." Turned out that it wasn't anything the boy had thought. At he mention of Matthew he'd tensed slightly, but quickly his body relaxed again. "So those guys are his friends?" He asked, swinging his legs back and forth and staring at the gang of men. Three of them, Matthew must have been the fourth then. The boy laid his elbow on the table and his head on his hand, eyes looking back up at Irene. "He shouldn't shout at you... You didn't do anything wrong." It seemed like he was completely avoiding the topic of this morning, in fact it looked like he'd almost forgotten it. Which...he hadn't...he'd just rather not think about it.


He really had picked his time... If they had come here any earlier then Adrian probably would have been angry enough to say something or punch the other, but doing that now was just going to make him feel worse than he had done before... Especially when he'd just gotten over it all... He didn't want to be the cause of his own suffering... So he'd just act like it never happened. As long as Matthew didn't persist here...well...everything should be fine...

 

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"Yeah, well, try and tell that to him and live." Irene straightened up, drawing her arms back to her sides and cracking her neck to the left. "Anyway, can I get you guys anything? I'd rather not be bossed around by my own inferiors, but since nobody else wants to work on a weekend I'm up here doing waitress duty."


Impatiently, Irene drummed her fingers against her hips until Jackson realised that he was being spoken to. "Oh! His face flushed red again and he pushed up his glasses, dislodging a lock of curled hair so that it fell over his eyes. "S-sorry, Irene. I'll, um... D-do you do double espressos?"


"Like we'd even have a business if we didn't," Irene snorted without glancing up. Jackson shivered.


"Oh... Of course. Sorry. I'll have one of those, then... A double espresso, I mean. Oh, and a cheese and tomato - err - toastie, please."


Suddenly, there was a pen in Irene's left hand and a notepad in the other. She brought the two together and scrawled an inky note across the lines before whipping her head in Adrian's direction. "And you?"

 

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It was funny to Adrian how Jackson got so flustered and stuttered when people talked to him, sure, it wasn't always, but the other was quite awkward sometimes. He guessed they both were in their own ways, but Adrian found conversation with others relatively easy.


The boy sat and waited whilst his friend ordered what he wanted...he didn't really know what to get himself... Maybe he wouldn't get something to eat after all, maybe he'd just get a drink instead. Yeah, yeah he'd do that... It wasn't like he was overly hungry anyway.


"Mmn..." Adrian looked up as Irene spoke to him, "Hot chocolate, please." He smiled, then took his phone back out, clicking it a few times before placing it on the table next to him. He only really wanted one thing right now, a drink would do him... At least for the moment. If he wanted anything else then he'd just ask for it.


The thought of Matthew being here really wasn't bothering the boy, it would be wasted energy and anger anyway... It wasn't like Matthew was bothering him, maybe the other had gotten over it by now... It wasn't long, sure, but they were going to have to work in a team together whether they liked it or not... So...it would probably be better that they could get along.

 

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"Gotcha. Don't let this service get to your heads, boys," Irene warned with a single raised eyebrow, causing another icy chill to run down the back of Jackson's neck.


"Thanks," he mumbled as Irene trotted away with her notepad and the pen that was twirling around her fingers like a baton. For a few seconds, he trained his eyes on the girl. She passed behind the counter to meet up with a pale-skinned but beefy-looking man, exchanged a kiss on the cheek with him and slapped the page in her book down on the surface of the bar.


Wait. That's him. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the tall, muscular hulk of a man whose face was thick with a solid mass of ginger hair. Around his neck was something that looked like a goth teenager's spiked collar, and his eyes were shaded with black make-up. What a creep...


"Adrian," Jackson whispered out of the corner of his mouth, keeping his lips as still as possible so that he wouldn't be lipread, "It's him. Morello." There it is. That bubbling rage was back again, just as he had expected. There wasn't any controlling of Jackson's anger - much like a volcano, its eruptions could be predicted but never prepared for, and now the hot lava was just beginning to gurgle. Fucking shitheaded, he thought to himself as his fingers curled tightly into his palms. The memory of Adrian explaining the story of that morning's call was coming back to him now. I'll murder him.

 

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"Yes boss!" Adrian saluted in a teasing way, giggling as the other walked away. He liked Irene, she might be snarky and a little arrogant, but he liked her. At least she wouldn't be too bad to work with, that Ryan guy seemed fine too...and then there was Teddy. So far, his Quinx team wasn't looking too bad, and he'd get along with anyone who would get along with him. He didn't ask for respect or anything like that after all, he just worked with people.


For a few minutes Adrian simply sat staring into space, he was swinging his legs and overall just seemed content waiting... Well...that was until he heard Jackson speak, and until he heard who he was talking about. Huh? Matthew had come out of the bathroom?


"Um." The boy turned to look towards the man for a moment, he stared blankly, unsure of what to think... He didn't really have a bad opinion of him, even after what happened, he just didn't feel anything about him.... Nothing at all... "Yeah, that's him." Adrian smiled, turning back to Jackson, but...he could tell that something wasn't right... Why did Jackson point that out? It wasn't....important right? Wait...Wait no, he wasn't thinking of going over there was he? Okay, so Matthew might seem like he wasn't that tough to some, due to his dress choice, but he was chosen for Quinx for a reason... Jackson shouldn't... No one should...


"Jackson..."

 

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"W-wait here, uh, I'll just be a minute..." Still transfixed on the image of the man named Matthew, Jackson quietly reversed out of his position at the table and travelled across the room to where his target had now rejoined the three youths in his group, leaving Adrian to sit alone by the window.


The men were busy in their conversations, swirling their drinks around in their cups and leaning their elbows over the wooden surface of their table. Matthew was there, too, his hands arms sprawled out in front of him with one finger on the edge of his saucer.


"Hey, Matt!" called the scrawniest-looking man on the group, raising his chin to examine Jackson as he approached.


"Huh? What now?"


"Do you know this guy?"


"What? Who do -" Matthew froze as he swung his large, heavy head to the side and caught sight of Jackson staring blankly into his eyes. "Oh, it's this retard. I know 'em, always following his shitty slave around. Say, where is that other arsehole? ...Ah ha!" Jackson tensed as Matthew grinned and eyed Adrian from afar with an evil glint in his eye. Shut up. "Oh, he is here, after all! Too much of a pussy to stay at home with his neglectful parents, huh? Hah! And thought he'd stalk me over here but has to get this fucker here to do the talking for him. Fuckin' wuss."


The stare continued; Jackson wasn't breaking his gaze from the man in front of him. "Matthew," he said quietly.


"What? You fucking want something?"


"Yeah, I do." Suddenly, with no warning, Jackson's hand was on Matthew's wrist, pressing his arm into the table. With his other arm he seized the fork which had been set out ready for use. Go to hell, he thought, then stabbed the fork downwards, piercing through Matthew's trapped hand and sticking in the wood below it. "Stay the hell away from my friend," Jackson hissed, then dropped his hands to his sides as Matthew's roars flooded the room.

 

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"Jackson don't-..." Adrian started, but the other had already left to go over to the table that was occupied by Matthew and his three friends. No...no...this was bad. Jackson was known for getting easily angered, and there was no way that earlier hadn't made him pissed off at the male at that table... He'd do something silly, Jackson's outbursts weren't anything to be taken lightly... Someone was going to get hurt if he didn't do something, but what could he really do? Jackson never liked being stopped in these situations, and Adrian wanted to avoid going over to Matthew, just for today...


He couldn't hear what they were talking about, he saw Matthew look towards him, and Adrian dropped his gaze, but he couldn't hear them...not with the rest of the noise in the cafe... Oh god... This was bad. Normally, he didn't get worried over encounters like this, but...Jackson was unpredictable, he could do anything...


Adrian wasn't going to raise his head, he was still debating over what to do about the situation, well, until he heard the scream from across the room. Everyone's heads seemed to turn to the scene, and the boy's eyes widened the minute he laid eyes on it... Jackson... Did he...did he... Was that? Was there a fork through Matthew's hand?! Jackson... Only for Jackson, that was the only reason Adrian was worried, he usually wouldn't be bothered so much, he usually wouldn't be this anxious...but...Jackson seriously just did that! Shit.


"Jackson!" Quickly he stood up, staring at the other with wide eyes. Matthew was not happy, and when he got that fork out of his hand he was going to be even more unhappy... Adrian needed to get in between this before it happened, there was a fork through someone's hand, and Jackson was just staying there... What the... Matthew seemed violent, he wasn't going to let this happen!


So, of course, Adrian ran over, grabbing hold of the back of Jackson's wheelchair and moving him backwards a little, so that he could stand nearby. His expression had become fairly neutral, apart from his slightly wide eyes, it was almost impossible to tell what was going through his head at that moment. These guys were bigger than Adrian, and Jackson couldn't exactly fight that many of them in a wheelchair, sure, the guy was strong, sure, but...there was a reason Matthew was chosen for Quinx...

 

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"What the - Adrian!" Jackson stretched around to stare at the boy behind him, having been pulled backwards a little way from the table. Matthew kept howling out and spitting unintelligible curses as he wrestled with the fork wedged between the bones of his hand, attempting to dislodge it whilst his friends simply stood to the side and gaped at the scene.


I stuck a fork in his hand, Jackson realised, touching his elbow with a gently curled fingertip. People were stopping their tasks and turning to stare, and for good reason. The wailing was getting louder, the blood was pooling on the table, the floor. Somebody else behind them cried out. I just stabbed a man. Shit, shit, oh fuck!


Matthew finally yanked the item of cutlery from his hand, then turned it around and around to inspect it. The tears in his eyes overflowed and smeared his dark make-up down across his cheeks. Oh no. There was a different kind of anger bubbling up inside of Jackson now, and it wasn't directed towards Matthew. What the hell had he been thinking? What in the world possessed him to do something so rash? I just stabbed a man!


"Oh - oh no, oh, A-Adrian, I didn't - I don't know what I -" It was pointless. No matter how he tried to word his apology, or his excuse - whatever he called it - there was nothing he could say that would justify his actions. I just stabbed a man. What was it all for? He had wanted to get revenge, he had wanted to teach Matthew a lesson for upsetting Adrian so much. And it seemed like a good idea at the time, but now...


Jackson dared to peer upwards at Matthew. The older male was standing now, towering over him and Adrian. Blood was pouring from the hole in his hand, still gushing out and leaving a thick scarlet trail on the table and the floor.


"Y-you fucking monster!" stormed Matthew as he attempted to keep his balance. He was shaking, unsteady, but had his eyes set on his attacker.


"What the hell's going on!? yelled out a voice Jackson recognised to belong to Irene. I wish I could tell you, he thought as Matthew powered forwards, his good hand curled into a fist, and landed a heavy blow on Jackson's jaw.

 

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Honestly, Adrian really didn't know what to do, he just stood there, eyes on Matthew's bleeding hand. Blood. There was blood. Jackson stabbed him through the hand... What was he meant to do? How was he meant to feel? He didn't really know if he was in shock or not, but he was in something... The boy really couldn't react, he just stood there, looking from Jackson to the man yelling...


The yelling hurt, it hurt his ears, he wanted it to stop...but...it wasn't going to stop, and Jackson was starting to panic. What...what did he do? Adrian saw Matthew stand up, he say that fork come out of his hand...now he was just bleeding everywhere. He wanted to advise the man to put something over it and go to the hospital, but he couldn't say anything, he couldn't even move...all he could do was blink...


He called Jackson a monster, Jackson wasn't a monster. He did this because Matthew upset Adrian, he went too far, yeah, but...he still did it for his friend. Jackson knew that Adrian hardly ever did anything about someone upsetting him, he only raised his voice on occasion...and he didn't normally get into fights over it... If people kept persisting, it was always a possibility, but usually he just got over it... Or...made himself. No, this couldn't happen again, he couldn't let what he'd just seen happen again. He had to be stronger, he couldn't cry over it...he had to be strong or someone was going to get even more hurt than today...


During Adrian's frozen state Matthew had approached Jackson, the only thing that brought Adrian out of his own mind was the sound of bone hitting bone. His head snapped to the side and his wide eyes suddenly narrowed. Did he...just see that right? Did...Matthew just...punch...Jackson... It took him a second to process it...but...


"You...just..." His voice was quiet, gaze locking onto Matthew, "Did...you...just..." Adrian's head turned to the side, he'd...he'd pay for that. Sure, he could punch Adrian all he wanted, but...laying a hand on Jackson...that...that was...unforgivable...


In an instant Adrian had dashed forwards and gone for the male's injured hand, he grabbed for the fingers and dragged them back as he continued to moved past Matthew, it was the back of his knees that he went for, and he hit them as hard as he could. Whilst the kick wasn't very strong, he'd still moved into position and managed to get it off.


"DON'T TOUCH HIM!"

 

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"Aagh! Get off me! You... Little prick!" Matther screamed, backing away from Jackson and attempted to pull his punctured and bloodied hand out of the way. When he turned around, however, he felt something force his knees outwards. With another cry, the mountain of a man tumbled to the ground in a heap.


"Oh, my God," squeaked Irene from the corner again. Just as she had in the call, she was standing away and watching with a hand over her mouth. Only this time she couldn't click a button and make it all stop. This time there was actual danger.


"Adrian, don't..." Jackson mumbled weakly, his head still twisted to the side from the impact. It took him a few minutes to register what had happened, what that sudden stinging pain had been. I got punched... Even though he knew that the pain was deserved, Jackson couldn't help but stike Matthew a sidelong glance laced with sourness. With the fingertips of his right hand, he felt and prodded at the lower half of his face, feeling for injury. Whilst there didn't appear to be any fractures, his jaw was throbbing, there was blood in his mouth and his lower lip had been split open by the blow. But no teeth knocked out.


Just as Jackson was about to try and speak, he saw another movement out of the corner of his eye. Matthew's friends, his posse, had gained wit of the happenings in the café and were on their way to the scene at hand. The same scrawny man who had spoken before rushed to Matthew's side, babbled at his leader and tried to pick him up off the ground. The beefier men were on the attack.


One of the men, the black-haired one with a tattoo on the side of his face, made for Jackson again. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted him out of his chair from behind. The other man aimed for Adrian. He rolled up the sleeves of his jacket and then charged straight into the smaller boy, knocking him to the ground.


"If you want a fucking fight, you've found yourself one, Tiny," the man spat in Adrian's ear. He had something of a death grip on Adrian's shoulders, and his thick, strong hand was inching dangerously close to the boy's throat. "Nobody gets away after ganging up on Matt, you understand?"

 

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There was blood on Adrian's hand, but he didn't care, Matthew attacked Jackson. You didn't do that. And now...now he wasn't going to just let it go...he couldn't, if he did that he'd be weak... It didn't matter to him what Jackson did, the man he'd knocked to the ground attacked his friend... How dare he even lay a finger on him.


It was no use talking to him, Adrian was mad, he wasn't listening. There was blood rushing in his ears, and his adrenaline levels were skyrocketing... Someone was going to leave here in quite the state, if not all of them, he was going to make sure that if he was attacked or Jackson was he'd fuck up the person who thought it was clever to touch him. After all, Adrian wasn't easy to take down. He could think up too many ways to hurt his opponent more than they could hurt him.


Seeing the guy rushing for Jackson, the boy turned, about to run towards him... However, he felt something crashing into his side, slamming him against the ground and knocking the air out of him. He hadn't been ready for that hit... It took deep breaths and quite a few seconds for Adrian to realise what had happened. He'd been tackled, tackled by a rather large man, much bigger than himself...of course that didn't scare him in the least. His back stung from the rather hard landing, but he was completely ignoring it... He would not be strangled again... He wouldn't let it happen.


Locking eyes with his attacker, Adrian screamed to put the man off, before kicking upwards with his knee. Just as he did that, he reached up with his hand to the opposite shoulder going to grab the man's fingers and bend them back, which he did in one simple motion. His small hand wrapped around a few of the man's finger's, pulling them back in an instant, he didn't know if his aim was to break them or not, it was just to remove them from himself. After that he attempted to scratch at the man's eyes. His hand connected with the other's face, attempting to get to his eyes, and leaving blood from Matthew over the other's face.


He needed to get to Jackson...he really needed to get to Jackson now... HE NEEDED TO GET OUT OF THIS!


Adrian attempted to struggle, but, unless the man recoiled from all of his attacking, there was no way he could get up. He just wasn't strong enough to push himself out.

 

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Adrian's attacker bellowed out a bombardment of curses and swears as he felt the sharpness of the boy's nails on his face.. "Ow! Hey!" he cried as there was a sudden and sharp sting in his eye. The man blinked, and then he blinked again. He slashed the front of my fucking eye off! he realised with a grunt of despair, taking one hand off his hostage to cover the damage. There was blood on his face, dripping from beneath the skin of his eyelid.


"I don't believe it... Argh! Take this, and this!" For a split second the man's grip on Adrian had been released, but only to free up an arm for punching. Like a wrecking ball, his fist came swinging down and into the side if Adrian's head. Then he punched him again, and again... Each blow packed more force than the last, and it didn't look as though he would stop until Adrian made an escape.


Meanwhile, Matthew had arisen again and was staggering back towards the public toilets with the skinniest of the men supporting him beneath the arm. Irene was frantically waving at the barista for assistance. Jackson was scrabbling bare-handedly for the man behind him, who had him lifted up in the air with one hand tightened around his mop of hair and the other which was pulling back on the scarf around his neck. No, oh no, oh no... There was no hiding Jackson's panic now. These men weren't just as scary as their bark; they really weren't holding back. Damn it, this wasn't supposed to happen! Adrian, oh no, oh no...

 

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Sometimes Adrian hated how small he was, his small stature and build made it easy for him to jump around an opponent...but...he'd been do angry, he wasn't thinking straight, he hadn't reacted quick enough or paid attention. Now he was stuck in this situation, and he only had himself to blame.


The boy felt a burning hot pain erupt from the side of his head, it was forced to the side, but...he made no noise, his eyes were wide, but he didn't react at all otherwise. Then again, and again, and...again... His head was flung back and forth, and Adrian wasn't reacting to it at all... It hurt, sure, but it wasn't anything he hadn't felt before...and...he..had more important things to worry about than pain, like getting out of this situation...and...trying to help Jackson... He needed to get out. These punches were going to give him a headache later on, if they didn't cave his head in first, but...these guys really were nothing... He just...needed to clear his mind.


Adrian didn't even wait to attack, the second he'd thought of what he was going to do, he did it. Being small had it's advantages. He sunk down slightly, bringing his legs as close to his chest as he was able to with this man on top of him, and then... Then he simple kicked and kneed the other. Not only did he kick, he also attempted to reach his hand up towards the man. Whilst he spoke the boy went for the other's mouth attempting to hook his hand behind the other's back teeth and pull down on his jaw, as well as scratch the inside of his mouth with his nails... Adrian was being aggressive, he wasn't playing by any rules, he'd use any dirty tactics he could think of to win. All he cared about was getting to Jackson.


The kicks were to try and wind or remove the other from him, whilst pulling on his jaw might make things more uncomfortable and hurt, he was going to get out... He had to get out...

 

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A high-pitched yelp exploded from the man's mouth as he felt the unexpected force of the concentrated kick to the abdomen. Winded, he struggled backwards, wrenching his jaw away from the hands that gripped it so tightly, sat backwards and cradled his belly, trying to catch his breath and shake off the daze that had been inflicted on him. His grip was thus loosened completely, setting Adrian free.


Jackson had his bruised jaw clamped tightly shut as he twisted and turned his head from side to side in order to escape the choking tightness of the scarf being pulled back against his throat. Oh no, oh no, he thought, clawing at the tightly-knitted red wool as he struggled to breathe. Goddamn it!


He was being held up in front of where Adrian was being pushed into the floor, and through the slits of his strained and bloodshot eyes, through the pulsing darkness of his failing sight, he had watched in horror as the huge man beat down on the boy with punch after punch. No! It looked painful. It looked bloody. It's my fault. Jackson's face contorted in a grimace as he felt the retribution for his rashness.


The flickering wave of relief that he felt after seeing Adrian retaliate with a kick was short-lived, though; he was suddenly lifted higher, backwards, upside-down... Then there was a soft smack and he was on the ground, his head flopped against the floor. The throw hadn't been strong, but the kick that followed was harder - it was a solid blow to the back that sent him rolling to the edge of the wall. Of course, he didn't feel the pain, but the shock of suddenly flying forwards still forced a gasp out of the man. But I can breathe now. ...Damn it, Adrian, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

 

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Adrian felt all grips being loosened on him and immediately pushed himself backwards, kicking up at the bottom of the man's jaw, if he was fighting someone, he was going to put them completely out of action. His kick went slightly to the side however, as he was slightly dizzy and unsure of himself and where everything was... Those punches really had obscured his vision...it was...starting to clear up, but kicking straight away probably hadn't been a good idea.


Now free, the boy quickly stood up, turning his attention away from the man on the ground, but not forgetting about him, and to the people who he'd just seen throw Jackson against a wall. No...NO... Jackson... He turned his head to the side, wide eyes staring directly at the man who had thrown him. Dead. He was dead. Adrian didn't look scared, worried, nor mad, he just looked...unsettling. He was bleeding from the side of his head, yet he paid no attention to it, it didn't seem to matter to him at all... There was no complaining that it hurt, no panicking, the fact that he'd been punched in the head multiple times didn't even phase him at that moment. The only thing he cared about was ending this fight...and he'd make sure he came out on top. How dare they throw Jackson.


He dashed forwards, going for the man who threw Jackson, agilely, he jumped, going to wrap his arms around the man's eyes and then his legs around his neck. If they wanted an end he'd give them one. He secured that position, leaning backwards to try and make them other off balance, and keeping his legs tightly wrapped around the other's neck. He was attempting to strangle him. Adrian usually fought to kill, but right now he wasn't fighting to kill, he was fighting to knock out. When they were all unable to fight, he won.


Adrian was paying much more attention now, if someone ran at him he'd be perfectly ready to try and dodge or counter them, even in this position... He could just let go. But...first... Why didn't he mess this guy up? Could he think of anything? Ah, of course. He moved his arms, which were covering the man's face, and dragged his nails horizontally across skin. This was a scrap, Adrian wouldn't normally fight like this... In fact it wasn't often that he was this quiet when fighting, usually he was having fun with it...this...this wasn't fun.

 

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Adrian's attacker, the one who had felt the force of the boy's double-footed kick, had seemingly dropped out of the fight. He nursed his wounds as he kneeled on the floor, folded over double in the puddle of blood that his rampage had left behind. Matthew and his aide was nowhere in sight, but there was another trail of browning red liquid smeared across the far wall that stopped at the bathroom door.


"Ough..." Having felt his shoulder collide with the wall, Jackson grunted his pain and lay limp against the skirting board, watching the actions of Adrian and his opponent from afar. There wasn't really anything else he could do at that moment. There he goes... Jackson saw Adrian leap up against the man with the black hair and face-tattoo. He watched as the man recoiled from the impact, screamed, dug his fingernails into the boy's legs to try and pull him away from his throat.


"Ow! Argh! Fuck!" Jackson blinked idly. The man with the tattoo was crying out again, and there was blood on his face. What did Adrian do..? He couldn't tell. Maybe the man had been cut, or punched, or scratched at.


Secretly Jackson hoped for something a little more violent, but he had little time for wishful thinking as there was suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders. They weren't the thick logs of Matthew's group, nor did they have Irene's slim shape and dark, inked skin. These arms belonged to a man Jackson had never seen before, a man with thick eyebrows and a coiff of gelled brown hair. He carried the scent of coffee.


Slowly, the man sat Jackson up and put a hand back to support his head. He was saying something, too, but... I can't hear him. All that Jackson could hear was the deafening, broken howling of sirens. Sirens. The police. Oh no, oh shit.


Within seconds the blue-and-red flashing was in full view of the café windows. In their panic, the men who had been wrestling with Adrian dropped the fight and barged through the audience of customers and employees, making their way into the public bathroom.


Oh no, oh no. "Hey! Can you hear me or what?" called the man who held Jackson up in his arms. Jackson didn't care. All that he could think about was how he had been so stupid... For a few minutes he had let his rage consume him, he had forgotten his manners, lost control, been so thoughtless... I stabbed a man. He had stuck a fork through Matthew's hand, started the fight that had put Adrian through even more pain... Oh God, I didn't mean it, I swear. Now Adrian was hurt, Adrian was bleeding, and the both of them were going to be in trouble with the police, and it's all because I can't fucking control myself!


"Adrian!" There was a muffled cry from somewhere in front. Jackson glanced up. Irene. Irene Garcia, the Rank Two ghoul investigator who had taken part in that morning's disastrous Skype call, was dashing through the knot of people down to Adrian's side. "Oh my God, I..." She appeared to lose her train of thought as she saw the blood and bruising on the boy's face. "Are you okay!? Come on, I'll help you stand, right? You should get to a hospital."

 

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Hearing the man he had latched his legs around shout out in pain almost felt like an accomplishment to Adrian, he was small and it was easy to overpower him, but he was fast...catching him was the problem. Especially when he'd had a lot of time to think of a lot of different scenarios and how he could turn them around on the other person. He was completely focused on strangling the other to the point where fingernails digging into his legs didn't do much to loosen his grip. He simply dealt with the pain the other was dishing out, it wasn't that bad...it was no reason for him to give up his attack... If he could deal with it then he would, until he could end this fight.


Then there was the sound of sirens...


He let go of the dark haired man as he started to run, falling to the ground with a light thud... Well...that hurt a little bit... Adrian simply blinked after that, confused and unsure of what to do. He didn't really move, his expression was blank, everything seemed a little fuzzy...but...he doubted that meant anything... He'd get over it... It'd go away soon enough.


A voice broke Adrian out of his daze. Irene. He turned to look up at the woman, confused at her worry. Why...did he need to go to a hospital? She didn't need to help him, he was completely fine...there...was something wrong. The boy quickly stood up on his own, squeezing his eyes shut a couple of times to try and clear his vision. His hands were covered in blood, but whose he wasn't quite sure, but apart from that...he was...alright...right? There was nothing else wrong, he didn't need a hospital.


"I'm fine." He smiled at her, putting his hands behind his back in his usual excitable way, except...he seemed slightly more mellow than usual now. "Mmn... I'm tired though..." His eyes closed for a brief second before he opened them again. Why did she look so panicked? Was it because the place was a mess? Was she angry at him now? He hoped not, he didn't mean to do anything wrong. "Is...is Jackson okay?" He asked, "Are you mad at me?"


Just as he'd spoke around four people came into the cafe, two were dressed in the average London police uniform, whilst the other two looked more like paramedics, or something of the sort. They seemed to scan around the room, before their eyes landed on Adrian. One started to talk to another person who had been in the cafe, who pointed towards the bathrooms. They called one of the people who looked like a paramedic over to them and the two of them seemed to head towards the bathrooms of the establishment, bypassing Jackson, Adrian, and Irene, whilst the two who were left came over to Irene.


"We got a call saying there was a rather violent fight going on. I see it split up." It was a rather tall blond man that had approached them, "Do you know of all the participants?" He asked, considering there were a lot of people around, and the only obvious participants would be the ones such as Adrian who were injured in some way. The place was obviously trashed, but right now there was nothing to split up, which meant they just had to identify everyone involved.


The paramedic had seen Adrian and the side of his head and tried to take a step towards him, but the boy immediately stepped backwards. Too many things were happening at the moment, and he didn't know who they were...he didn't want them to touch him. The woman seemed to try to talk to him, but Adrian was too busy looking around, he wanted to see if Jackson was okay... This was different to ghouls...there was no police involved with ghouls...

 

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Irene dropped her arms and helplessly glanced side to side as the police and paramedics flocked into the room. "Adrian, you... You complete idiot!" Perhaps, had she not been surrounded by police officers, had Adrian not already been beaten bloody, she would have slapped him. But she did not - when her hand found its way to the space in front of Adrian's face, it did not rush forwards, but simply curled into a fist and pumped down to the side again. "Argh... You could have just asked us for help, you know. Getting involved in things like this isn't going to look good on our squad record."


Up, down. Irene had started pacing, up, down, up the room and back. What was she thinking about? There were too many things to pick just one to talk about. Adrian and Jackson's injuries, damage costs, the charges for committing grievous bodily harm to a civilian... The boys were in trouble, there was no doubting it, but what could she ever say to them?


"Hm?" She froze mid-step as Adrian spoke again. 'I'm fine'? He didn't look very fine. He looked like he needed stitches and some morphine. Whatever, that's for the meds to decide... But was she mad at him? "A little. We'll talk later, though. Your friend's over there with Gigi."


Jackson himself was still cradled in Gigi's arms, looking about as lively as a dead man. Though he was awake, his eyelids had drooped shut and his split lips had parted to expose the glitstening redness of his blood-coated teeth.


Adrian, are you sure you're okay..? Jackson imagined himself asking. He was listening - listening to Irene, to the sirens and the sounds of the police and paramedics. He was listening to Adrian insisting that he was fine. But you're not. I saw it, and I can hear it in your voice. Stop pretending... You need help. You're hurt because of me, and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I wasn't thinking and now it's put you in more pain than you were already in.


One by one, members of Matthew's posse exploded from the bathroom doors, clearly having been chased out by one of the officers of medics. All four of them were tending to their injuries - Matthew himself was stumbling forwards, dripping blood from the hand he was holding onto so tightly. His followers were holding hands over their eyes, their chests, their faces...


"Hey, man. Sit up, people are here," Gigi suddenly instructed. Jackson flinched and remained still; the voice was very loud in his ear compared to the murmuring of the people stood around those involved in the fight. Seeing no response, feeling no movement from Jackson other than a twitch of the shoulders, Gigi tried calling out to Adrian. "Oi, little fighter-kid! This fella's your friend, right? Take 'em and get the out of my café, psychopath! The police can have you both."

 

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Adrian didn't like the idea of having to talk to Irene later about this, she was going to yell at him or something...and he didn't want to be yelled at, he didn't mean for this to happen... It was just...Matthew hit Jackson and so he hit Matthew...and then those other guys got involved and started hurting him so...so he defended himself... Maybe violently, but he still defended him. It wasn't like he was going to let that happen. How much trouble was he in? Was...was Jackson in trouble too?


"I'm sorry..." He whispered, looking down at the ground for a moment... Now...he just felt bad... His vision was blurry, and maybe he was hurting, but he couldn't really tell... He just...he didn't want this to happen. It was at that moment that he heard someone call him, the male that Irene had called Gigi was addressing Adrian. Of course, Jackson! He wasn't even slightly phased by being called a psychopath, it wasn't the first time...it probably wouldn't be the last... Still, he went to walk over, but someone stopped him.


A man in police uniform stopped the boy, speaking to him, but...he didn't hear a word he said...he wasn't really paying attention. It seemed that the men who had fled into the bathroom weren't being let go easily either, all of them were to be taken to a hospital, and after that questioned and probably warned about their behaviour... Adrian didn't know...the only run ins he'd had with the police were from when people used to report him missing when he tried to go hide in his old house after Leo's death...and...obviously when their parents murdered that girl...


Did they have to do this again? He hated police stations...


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It had been quite the eventful day, Adrian and Jackson had been taken to the hospital, and it seemed like Matthew and his gang had also been taken there. It seemed they were quite surprised when they were told that Adrian had been the one who caused the majority of the damage to the three obviously larger males. He was only small after all, and they didn't exactly seem weak, but they left the questioning for later on, of course. None of them were in a state to be questions about the event.


They'd taken Jackson away from Adrian, which the boy definitely hadn't enjoyed, probably to check him out and try to patch him up a bit... Whilst they were doing that, Adrian was taken somewhere else and tested for concussion, as well as given stitches for the wound on his head. Honestly, he didn't know how it didn't hurt more, he hadn't complained at anything they'd done, he'd just sat in silence...staring at the ground and swinging his legs. He had a headache, but he didn't seem affected by the damage that bad been inflicted on him that day. It hurt...sure...but he wasn't really in a position to complain about it, plus...it wasn't new... It wasn't even that bad, it could be worse... Still, they gave him some drug that he didn't pay attention to the name of, and once they were all done he was questioned by the police.


He didn't lie to them, there was no point in lying, what was he meant to say? He just told them the truth, if they asked a question then he answered it... Lying would get him into even more trouble than he was already in. It seemed that they'd talked to Matthew and his group as well, and after talking to Adrian they'd found out that Jackson, Adrian, and Matthew were all a part of the CCG. Of course it was even more dangerous for them to have gotten involved with citizens, since they were seen as trained individuals who knew what they were doing in a fight. Adrian didn't know what they ended up talking about, since they left him soon after they were done questioning him.


Upon being allowed leave of the hospital, he was given a caution, since everyone had caused a decent amount of damage to each other, that was what was issued to all of them. It wasn't favourable, but Adrian wasn't worried about the police anymore...he was more worried about Jackson...and Irene shouting at him for getting into a fight with Matthew... If Matthew hadn't hit Jackson...then he wouldn't have done it... If...If he hadn't gotten into an argument with Matthew earlier that day then none of it would have happened.


The entire way home all Adrian had been doing was apologising to Jackson, he didn't really say anything else, he just kept telling him that he was sorry and that he didn't mean for any of this to happen... He didn't like getting in trouble for all of this... He didn't want to lose a job, and he definitely didn't want anyone to yell at him... It wasn't just him... Just because they couldn't fight him properly didn't make it his fault...


Once the two of them got back home Adrian immediately ran to his room and simply just sat on his bed, he was uncomfortable and in a little bit of pain, but he wasn't complaining about it. He'd been told not to go to sleep...but he wanted to...and...and everything that day had just gone so wrong... Why had it all happened?