It was after school once again. The most dreaded time of Johnny’s life relived over every weekday. Big Vinnie was waiting…and so was Johnny. He put up with his shit since fourth fucking grade. The spiked brass knuckels wrapped tight around Johnny’s fist. It left an outline whenever he held it…and there Vinnie was, as usual, waiting at the bus stop…except it wasn’t the bus he was waiting for.The standard beating and confiscation of whatever was in his pockets at the time. A deep breathe was in order as Johnny hadn’t planned out the assault on the eighteen year old. And so began his approach, as soon as Vinnie dropped his arms down from his chest with the smug grin, the first blow lashed hard against Vinnie’s face, the spikes grabbing the skin, ripping it off. Vinnie fell to the floor with a shriek. Instantly, Johnny was on top, pounding his face in…literally. One eye was gone, his nose was non existant, and his teeth were in the back of his head by the time John stood up. He smiled and spat. “Prick.”