"You're brother lives on Clark Ave, right? The third house down?"
Alex hung up the phone, he knew Clark Ave, he had passed it a couple of times on the walks he used to do, getting familiar with the area. He pulled on the closest jacket to him, a hooded black jacket with two pockets, one on either side of the chest. He pulled the hood up over his head and slipped on his black boots that had been issued when he was still back with the others. He looked like he was about to go break into a museum rather than go help someone, but he didn't have time and he couldn't go downstairs and grab what he had earlier.
As he hung from the window sill he sighed, Sorry mom, dad. He thought to himself as he dropped and rolled before checking his left and right and heading off to Clark Avenue.
---
Once he got to the general area, there was no hard time in finding the house, the music and cheers could be heard from where Alex was, he headed in the direction of the party noise and soon approached the house. He stood back and looked around to see where Riley was, it wasn't too long before he saw her and the boy, his age maybe a little older from earlier today. The boy was jeering, holding an empty cup in his hand and Riley was on the ground apparently writhing in pain. A couple of other of lads, presumably friends of the ringleader had began to surround Riley as well. "Now or never..." He whispered, walking towards the group.
"Hey." He spoke in a friendly tone as he approached the group from behind. The ringleader turned around, just as he'd been hoping. Crack! With one fell swoop Alex had knocked Rick off his feet with a punch to the jaw. He hit the ground with a satisfying crunch as his friends began to act up.
"What the fuck do you think you're playing at, dickhead?"
"Yeah! Who do you think you are you cunt..."
Alex ignored them, turned Rick onto his stomach before twisting his arm up his back, causing the lad to literally cry out in pain. He firmly placed his booted foot down on his other wrist, twisting the rough rubber of the sole into Rick's skin. The restraint's he'd been taught for soldiering purposes apparently could come in useful in real life, Alex thought as he wrapped an open palm on Rick's forehead before pulling his head back, essentially having the boy in a position where he could snap his neck and break both his arms right now.
"Fight! Fight!" Someone cried from the doorway, dropping the cigarette he'd just lit. The windows filling up with observers as others filled the porch, pouring out through the wide-open door. In the process of restraining Rick, Alex's hood had come down and many were now looking at him in shock.
"Riley...?" He asked, looking at the girl her white top soaked through like some kind of pervert's dream. He grunted. Alex may not have known much about the outside world and the way teenage minds work but he knew this was perversion. He slammed Rick's head into the concrete, crimson soon poured from his broken nose and probably missing teeth too. "Scumbag,.." Alex muttered. The two friends who had been acting big towards Alex a few moments ago had stood down and joined the other party-goers at the porch.
