encounter with thugs

"shit now what" Cujo scratched his head as he walked down the street, he stepped on something, he looked down, and picked it up.

It was a newspaper, Cujo looked at the date May 1st, 1995, "huh" he looked at what the article was about 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒄𝒌, 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 Cujo threw the paper aside and kept on walking, he thought of his memories, 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌?

Cujo didn't trust his memories, now he didn't trust anyone, Cujo thought about how he would survive on the streets with no money and food

Cujo kept on walking until he heard a

blood-curdling scream "HELP-" He looked around trying to find where it came from, he ran towards the sound and found it, it was an alley "great" Cujo whispered.

He peaked his head trying to see, he saw two adults that we're ganging up on a kid One of the men had a mask so close to his face, Cujo didn't know if it was a mask or just skin, He wore a long jacket with shorts.

The other man was taller but Skinnier, his face had Russian-type features, He wore a short-sleeved shirt and a tattoo with a sword with wings.

"This is what you get stealing from me," The tall guy said hitting the kid in the solar plexus " Maybe we should gut him," the guy in the mask said while pulling out a knife, "Please. . . I'm sorry" The kid said gasping for air " The tall guy squatted down " What do you think kid?" He grabbed him by the hair and lifted his head, The guy slapped him again and again.

"hell no," Cujo whispered 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑵𝑶 Cujo turned around and starting walking away until something changed in his mind, It was a feeling, a sense of justice. 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲 𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑬 He turned around and started planning to save the kid 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒆, 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓, 𝒊 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕.. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆.. 𝒊 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔...𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒆 Cujo tried thinking of running away but something was stopping him, "here goes nothing. . God I hope this works"

Cujo rolled his sleeves a little so they can see his biceps, he puffed out his chest like that cat character from the cartoon and straightened his shoulders more, He walked into the alley with a confident smile, luckily they hadn't noticed him.

he quickly got the bottle off the dumpster and hid it behind his back, " Hey fellas" Cujo said in a proud voice, they quickly turned around " You shouldn't be here" the guy in the mask said, luckily for Cujo his knife was in his pocket, "How bout this guys, you let the boy go and then we go our separate ways," the tall guy smirked

"Or else?" the tall guy crossed his arms, "I mean c'mon, look at you guys and then me," Cujo said while flexing, They looked at each other while the tall guy chuckled " You don't want to do this" Cujo said acting all serious,

"Maybe we do," the guy in the mask said while reaching down into his pocket 𝒐𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 Before he could pull the knife out, Cujo smashed his head in with the bottle, he tried to turn to the other guy but it was too late, the tall guy tackled him to the ground, Cujo groaned, his back injury burned, The guy started punching at cujos face, pummeling him to the ground.

Cujo tried to guard his face but the guy was stronger than he initially thought, He thrusted his hips upward, he grabbed the guy by the collar and threw him over his head, Cujo got up drying up his tears of pain, out of nowhere Cujo got pushed by the masked man, he turned his head backwards looking at him 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 realizing the mistake he made he quickly turned his head at the guy in front of him.

Cujo was too late, he got hit the stomach, then kneed in the face "AGHH" Cujo yelled in pain while clutching his face, the tall guy turned him around and put him in a rear-naked choke.

In front of him, was The guy in the mask, He pulled out his knife, "W-What IM SORR-" Before Cujo could say anything else he got stabbed Three times in the stomach " Should've left while you had the chance " the tall guy said throwing him into the wall.

Cujo laid there, tears coming out of his face, 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕.. 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒊 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅. . . Cujo closed his eyes and. . . .

𝑼𝑷

Suddenly Cujo Was conscious again, 𝑼𝑷 his conscience told him, Cujo opened his eyes A fire burned inside him, 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 Cujo clenched his fist and got up, he never felt more confident, the kid was about to say something, but he saw Cujo standing, The thugs looked his way seeing Cujo.

"Well well well, still alive, I'm impressed," the guy in the mask said "finish him," he told his partner, the tall guy nodded, He ran towards Cujo with a clenched fist, He tried punching Cujo as hard as he could, but his hand was swatted away to the left by Cujo, who grabbed him by the collar and headbutted him, breaking his nose and sending him backward.

The masked guy went to help his partner, He pulled out his knife and thrusted his knife at Cujo, who turned to the side grabbing his wrist, Cujo saw his knee and went for it, kicking it hard as he could.

*SNAP*

His knee broke and he fell to the ground, Cujo twisted his wrist making him let go of the knife. Cujo grabbed it and stabbed him right in the Adam's apple, the thug fell on the floor clutching his throat, suddenly Cujo got tackled into the wall by the tall guy.

Cujo grunted in pain, The guy backed off and went in for a punch, Cujo ducked with fast reflexes, He tried getting up but his stab wounds wouldn't let him, the guy kicked him back into the wall, cujos head bounced off it, blurring his vision, he fell onto his knees.

The guy grabbed him and threw him on his back, He got on top of him and started choking Cujo who was going to blackout, 𝒄,𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒊 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓 Cujo grabbed his collar and pulled him near, Cujo opened his mouth and bit down on his neck, The guy shrieked, he jumped backwards getting off him before Cujo could rip out of his flesh.

Cujo had a little bit of blood in his mouth which he spit out, he looked at the guy who had his hands on his neck, "Y-You crazy bastard, I'll be back for you" 𝑵𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒕 Cujo grabbed his leg while he was running, "GET OFF ME" The guy said while elbowing Cujo in the head when he tried it again, Cujo grabbed his arm and threw him over his shoulder.

Cujo got on top of him and started punching his throat with heavy hits, Cujo felt his windpipe tear nonetheless, he kept on punching until he stopped moving.

Cujo got off him and leaned on the wall, he let out a small chuckle and closed his eyes.

"JASON!" Cujo heard a familiar voice but before he could open his eyes he passed out.