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wolfanfics) wrote2007-12-15 05:14 pm
wolfanfics) wrote2007-12-15 05:14 pm
The Glass House: Chapter Two
Title: The Glass House
Author: Sashataakheru
Beta: The wonderfulrana_narsilion <3
Fandom: The Chaser/AusComedy RPS
Starring: Adam Hills, Sepulchre (OC), Wil Anderson, Hamish Blake, Craig Reucassel, Tim Minchin, Julian Morrow, Chas Licciardello, Charles Firth, Chris Taylor, Andrew Hansen, Caleb (OC), Dr Rachel Hardy (OC), Antoinette Laurent (OC), Dr Samantha Reddings (OC), Dominic Knight, Shane Cubis, Gregor Stronach, Tim Brunero, Andy Lee
Pairings: Andrew/Chris; Adam/Hamish; Jules/Chas; Rachel/Antoinette(/Samantha); Adam/Seb; Adam/Wil; Craig/Caleb; Adam/Wil/Tim; Andrew/Craig, Wil/Chas;
Word Count: 2,493
Chapter: 2/28 [Previous]
Warnings: violence, gore, smut, bondage themes, swearing, angst, Craig being an irritating prick
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author’s Notes: FYI, fullwing = winged human capable of flight. Halfwing = fullwing/human halfbreed, usually unable to fly, sometimes have vestigial wings, but can be removed to pass as human and not as winged.
Summary: Hamish goes after Craig, Adam goes all protective and Craig feels the need for some stress relief.
Chapter Two
Adam and Hamish crashed to bed around 2am, inebriated, happy and ready for sleep, having thrown everyone else out earlier once the match had finished. Hamish was snuggled up close to Adam, head resting on his chest, but, much as Hamish tried to sleep, he couldn’t. He lay there listening to Adam drift off. He couldn’t stop worrying about Craig. He didn’t know him that well, but he could see he needed someone to just be there for him. It was dangerous for fullwings to be out in the open, especially when they were as unbalanced as Craig appeared to be. There were always patrols in the skies and on the ground. If you were caught, the best you could hope for is a quick and painless death.
With this in mind and the helicopters he could hear outside, Hamish began to wonder if Craig did actually get home again, like Julian said he would. Without further thought, he got up and dressed, struck with a sudden urge to go out and find him, just to make sure he was alright. He wasn’t sure exactly why he was so worried about Craig, but he still didn’t like the thought of him being hauled away by some cops and tortured. Adam remained asleep, unaware of Hamish creeping out silently into the night.
Hamish drove around the silent city, looking out for any sign of him, every now and then searching the dark sky. An hour later he found him, his wings giving him away. He was curled up in an alleyway, wings not looking their best, looking defeated and miserable. Hamish was surprised he hadn’t been spotted and hauled away, but the spots of blood he could just make out in the dim light indicated Craig hadn’t been alone here the whole time.
“Craig? Are you ok mate?” Hamish said, cautiously walking up to him. He was still afraid of those wings.
Craig didn’t respond apart from his wings curling around him like a protective shield. Hamish approached him until he was right next to him. Craig’s lack of response worried him. Hamish knelt beside him, trying to pry him out from under his wings.
“Craig, you need to get home. It’s 3:30am. Aren’t they going to be worried about you?” Hamish said.
“No. What home have I got to go back to? Those bastards can live without me,” Craig said quietly.
“Go home, Craig. You don’t belong out here. Do you want to be arrested and killed? It’s freezing out. And look at your wings. They’re all dirty and torn. What the hell happened to them? I thought you loved your wings?” Hamish said.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Leave me alone,” Craig said. Gods, those wings are really making you moody, Craig. Oh, shut up. It’s not the wings’ fault and you know it. If you say so. You really have a thing for that phrase, don’t you? Is that really a problem? Not really. But I might annoy you every time you use it though, just for kicks. Bitch. Why did I let you edit with me? Because you love me? Just don’t try my patience. Haha, you nearly wrote UST. Fuck off, Craig.
“No way. I’m not leaving you out here. Come on. Get up. I’m taking you home,” Hamish said, getting to his feet, attempting to pull Craig up with him.
“No. Leave me,” Craig said, trying to pull away.
“Get up. We can go back to Adam’s if you don’t want to go home, but I want you somewhere warm and safe. Come on. Get up. I can hear a patrol getting closer,” Hamish said, grabbing Craig’s arm with both hands, forcing him to his feet.
“No,” Craig said weakly, unable to stop Hamish pulling him into the car.
“We’ll go back to Adam’s, ok?” Hamish said, before starting the car and driving back home again.
Much as they tried to be quiet, Adam was woken by Craig and Hamish arriving back at the flat. Craig was not in the mood to be cooperative and didn't care that Adam was asleep and probably didn't want to be woken up.
“What are you doing this early in the fucking morning, Hamish?” Adam called sleepily, unwilling to get out of bed just yet as he heard them crashing around.
Hamish pulled Craig into the bedroom, still leading him along by the arm. “Hey there, love. Sorry about the noise. We tried not to wake you,” he said, peering through the door.
“An elephant would make less noise. Who’s there with you? Where’d you go anyway?” Adam said.
“I couldn’t sleep. I was worried about Craig. I went out to find him. I didn’t think he’d gone home like Julian said he would. I brought him back here. He’s in a right state,” Hamish said.
“Well, you deal with it then. I’m going back to bed. Try not to wake me again, hmm?” Adam said, rolling over and going back to sleep.
Hamish backed out, closing the door behind him. Before he could turn around to face Craig, there was a sharp pain in the back of his head, sending Hamish crashing to the floor out cold. Dropping whatever it was that he’d used to knock him out, Craig backed off, running for the balcony. Happily finding the door unlocked, Craig took little time to spread his wings and fly off into the night.
Hamish falling to the ground woke Adam again. This time he got up, hoping nothing was wrong. But he paled as he saw his Hamish lying on the ground not moving. Looking towards the balcony, he saw the tiny figure of someone flying off, but was too concerned with Hamish to bother with him. No, Adam you’re not having wings. No, not even wings no one can see. What happened to our plan? We spent a month planning this and now you want to turn it into something else entirely? Bastards. No, you can’t have—why won’t you listen to me? Stop running towards the balcony to fly after Craig. Stop it. Get back here. The narrator sighed, watching Hamish being laid gently on the bed before Adam took wing and flew after Craig. Why must my characters be so uncooperative? Because we just are? Come on, it turned out better this way, I promise.
Alright, fine. You’ve made up your mind. Fine, you have wings too. But no one else can have wings, alright? The narrator glares at everyone sternly, making sure they understand. You’d all better behave or I’ll make life miserable for you. You did that whether we behaved or not.
So, Adam flew after Craig, flying high around the city, searching for him. Once Craig realised he was being followed, he turned tail and dove downward, heading for the inner city. Adam soon caught him again, following him through the streets, determined to catch up with him. Craig’s first mistake was to land. No, actually, his first mistake was knocking Hamish out when Adam was still nearby. Craig’s second mistake was to land in a tiny alleyway, hoping to hide from Adam. Unfortunately, Craig found himself cornered, and Adam soon landed to join him. Adam took little time to attack, punching Craig’s jaw hard. Craig fell back against the wall, torn between anger and fear.
“Lying cheating little shit. How dare you hurt Hamish like that! What a bloody coward, attacking from behind! You hurt Hamish again, I’ll tear you to pieces!” Adam said, semi-strangling him. Violence wasn’t usually a character trait of his in spite of his genetics, but he’d do anything to protect – or defend – Hamish.
“Adam, please-”
“Shut up! You come near him again, you’re dead,” Adam said, letting him go.
Craig slumped to the ground, hands gently rubbing his neck, trying to get his breath back. Adam stared down at him, calming himself down.
“I hate you! I fucking hate you!” Craig said, looking up at Adam.
Adam gave him an angry glare before taking flight again, leaving Craig there all alone.
“I hate everyone,” Craig said, sounding utterly defeated.
Craig took flight again, but he didn’t go home. He was far too angry to go home now. Craig needed to release his anger, and the only way he could think of to do that was to enter one of the fights tonight. He flew to the top of one of the skyscrapers, one he’d visited many times before. What was waiting for him was a large building made of glass sitting on top of a rather innocuous sky scraper. It was known as The Glass House because of this. It was a place where all the winged humans in the city came to fight, drink, and generally have good times, free to be themselves and not hide their ‘strangeness’ from the world.
That winged humans existed wasn’t a secret, but being the product of a secret Government experiment some seventy years earlier, they were reviled and hated, especially those capable of flight. The jealousy of the wingless humans seemed unstoppable, leading to the winged humans being persecuted, rejected by the population as outcasts and non-citizens. It didn’t help that a lot of the winged humans weren’t afraid to speak out against the Government, despite the current rulers not being the same ones who created them all those years ago. It didn’t matter. The Government created them, and now they were turning their back on them. Thus, any winged human was likely to be wanted by the police or the Army, though they were as good as one and the same now, and if they were caught, they invariably disappeared. No one really knew what happened to them, but those with wings (and their supporters) were deeply suspicious about the Government’s claims that they were simply being held in a Government institution and were not being harmed at all. The totalitarian nature of the Government had shown no inclination to be kind to enemies of the state, or even to their own citizens if pushed enough.
Walking towards The Glass House now, Craig knew that the other winged humans had been here for hours already. Craig knew he’d come at the right time. Everyone was fuelled on aggression and alcohol; the fights were always more satisfying then. The heat, the noise, the sweat, the smell, it all hit him hard as he entered the arena, filled with mostly winged humans watching a fight in the ring below. Craig thought about waiting to see the end of the fight, but he was too fired up to wait tonight. He decided to challenge the winner of the current fight, and flew down towards the ring, landing outside it. The fight stopped as they noticed Craig’s presence.
“I’ll take whoever wins!” Craig yelled.
“Oh, eager, aren’t we?” one of the fighters taunted. He was a large well muscled guy, with special barbs and armour plates on his wings.
“I’ll crush you into the ground,” Craig said, not phased at the insults being yelled at him by the crowd.
“Bring it on, bitch,” the second fighter said. He wasn’t as large as the guy he was fighting, but looked like he could hit hard. The armour on his wings wasn’t plate armour, but it looked solid enough. He also had a large spear with him as well, while the other had a lance.
Craig winged into the ring, and as he landed, realised just how big the two guys actually were. Craig had never bothered with wing armour. It always weighed him down, and as he was usually one of the smallest fighters, he needed all the speed he could get. There were no rules against flying during matches, but what would the point be in simply flying out of harm’s way? No, what Craig had was a pair of butterfly swords. Oh, he did enjoy bringing them out. He was surprisingly quick on his feet, using his wings to give him some added lift as he fought. He was more dangerous than he looked.
“I’ll be waiting. I could take both of you and still be home before dawn,” Craig said confidently.
The two fighters glanced at each other briefly. “Us versus you. Winner takes all. You in?” the first fighter said.
Craig half-smiled, relishing the chance to beat both of them. “As you said, bring it on, bitches.”
The crowd exploded with cheering at the prospect of a three-way fight. After a few minutes, Craig had his swords drawn, facing the two huge guys before him, ever so eager to begin fighting.
“It’s a thousand to get in, fifteen hundred to fight, you sure you can afford that?” the first guy taunted.
“That and more, baby,” Craig said.
It was a good thing the bell was rung to begin the round just then or Craig would’ve found himself flattened by two large angry guys. But, Craig had the instinct to shoot into the air just as they charged him, narrowly avoiding being crushed into oblivion. Craig landed again, this time meeting the guys charge head on, surprising them both at how quickly he could move and how hard he could attack. He looked like a tiny runt compared to most of the other fighters, but he could match them for speed, aggression and strength. No one outside the arena knew Craig could fight, and that was the way Craig wanted it to stay. Being a tiny runt had its advantages.
Half an hour into the fight, and Craig was winning, tiring the larger guys out by constantly dodging their attacks and at one stage, goading them into fighting each other again. Craig managed to knock out lance guy, but spear guy had his mark and tired Craig out by making him continually dodge his spear thrusts. Eventually, Craig lost out, and managed to avoid being knocked out himself.
Battered and bruised but feeling infinitely better, Craig left the arena poorer than he’d entered it, and leant against the railing on the edge of the building to watch the sun rise. It was time to go home at last after being out all night. He was in need of a good wash, a decent meal and some rest.
“Hey, good fight, mate,” said a voice behind him.
Craig turned to see lance guy approaching him. “Yeah, you too,” he said back.
“You were fighting pretty aggressive out there. Can’t remember you fighting that hard before,” lance guy said.
“Yeah, it’s been… one of those nights. Needed a way to get rid of the anger,” Craig said.
“Yeah, I know the feeling. You coming next week? I hear there are a couple of guys coming in from interstate looking to fight. We’ll show ‘em a party, hey?” lance guy said.
“Sounds like fun. I’ll be there,” Craig said.
“Catch you then,” lance guy said.
“Later,” Craig said as lance guy left.
Author: Sashataakheru
Beta: The wonderful
rana_narsilion <3Fandom: The Chaser/AusComedy RPS
Starring: Adam Hills, Sepulchre (OC), Wil Anderson, Hamish Blake, Craig Reucassel, Tim Minchin, Julian Morrow, Chas Licciardello, Charles Firth, Chris Taylor, Andrew Hansen, Caleb (OC), Dr Rachel Hardy (OC), Antoinette Laurent (OC), Dr Samantha Reddings (OC), Dominic Knight, Shane Cubis, Gregor Stronach, Tim Brunero, Andy Lee
Pairings: Andrew/Chris; Adam/Hamish; Jules/Chas; Rachel/Antoinette(/Samantha); Adam/Seb; Adam/Wil; Craig/Caleb; Adam/Wil/Tim; Andrew/Craig, Wil/Chas;
Word Count: 2,493
Chapter: 2/28 [Previous]
Warnings: violence, gore, smut, bondage themes, swearing, angst, Craig being an irritating prick
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author’s Notes: FYI, fullwing = winged human capable of flight. Halfwing = fullwing/human halfbreed, usually unable to fly, sometimes have vestigial wings, but can be removed to pass as human and not as winged.
Summary: Hamish goes after Craig, Adam goes all protective and Craig feels the need for some stress relief.
Chapter Two
Adam and Hamish crashed to bed around 2am, inebriated, happy and ready for sleep, having thrown everyone else out earlier once the match had finished. Hamish was snuggled up close to Adam, head resting on his chest, but, much as Hamish tried to sleep, he couldn’t. He lay there listening to Adam drift off. He couldn’t stop worrying about Craig. He didn’t know him that well, but he could see he needed someone to just be there for him. It was dangerous for fullwings to be out in the open, especially when they were as unbalanced as Craig appeared to be. There were always patrols in the skies and on the ground. If you were caught, the best you could hope for is a quick and painless death.
With this in mind and the helicopters he could hear outside, Hamish began to wonder if Craig did actually get home again, like Julian said he would. Without further thought, he got up and dressed, struck with a sudden urge to go out and find him, just to make sure he was alright. He wasn’t sure exactly why he was so worried about Craig, but he still didn’t like the thought of him being hauled away by some cops and tortured. Adam remained asleep, unaware of Hamish creeping out silently into the night.
Hamish drove around the silent city, looking out for any sign of him, every now and then searching the dark sky. An hour later he found him, his wings giving him away. He was curled up in an alleyway, wings not looking their best, looking defeated and miserable. Hamish was surprised he hadn’t been spotted and hauled away, but the spots of blood he could just make out in the dim light indicated Craig hadn’t been alone here the whole time.
“Craig? Are you ok mate?” Hamish said, cautiously walking up to him. He was still afraid of those wings.
Craig didn’t respond apart from his wings curling around him like a protective shield. Hamish approached him until he was right next to him. Craig’s lack of response worried him. Hamish knelt beside him, trying to pry him out from under his wings.
“Craig, you need to get home. It’s 3:30am. Aren’t they going to be worried about you?” Hamish said.
“No. What home have I got to go back to? Those bastards can live without me,” Craig said quietly.
“Go home, Craig. You don’t belong out here. Do you want to be arrested and killed? It’s freezing out. And look at your wings. They’re all dirty and torn. What the hell happened to them? I thought you loved your wings?” Hamish said.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Leave me alone,” Craig said. Gods, those wings are really making you moody, Craig. Oh, shut up. It’s not the wings’ fault and you know it. If you say so. You really have a thing for that phrase, don’t you? Is that really a problem? Not really. But I might annoy you every time you use it though, just for kicks. Bitch. Why did I let you edit with me? Because you love me? Just don’t try my patience. Haha, you nearly wrote UST. Fuck off, Craig.
“No way. I’m not leaving you out here. Come on. Get up. I’m taking you home,” Hamish said, getting to his feet, attempting to pull Craig up with him.
“No. Leave me,” Craig said, trying to pull away.
“Get up. We can go back to Adam’s if you don’t want to go home, but I want you somewhere warm and safe. Come on. Get up. I can hear a patrol getting closer,” Hamish said, grabbing Craig’s arm with both hands, forcing him to his feet.
“No,” Craig said weakly, unable to stop Hamish pulling him into the car.
“We’ll go back to Adam’s, ok?” Hamish said, before starting the car and driving back home again.
Much as they tried to be quiet, Adam was woken by Craig and Hamish arriving back at the flat. Craig was not in the mood to be cooperative and didn't care that Adam was asleep and probably didn't want to be woken up.
“What are you doing this early in the fucking morning, Hamish?” Adam called sleepily, unwilling to get out of bed just yet as he heard them crashing around.
Hamish pulled Craig into the bedroom, still leading him along by the arm. “Hey there, love. Sorry about the noise. We tried not to wake you,” he said, peering through the door.
“An elephant would make less noise. Who’s there with you? Where’d you go anyway?” Adam said.
“I couldn’t sleep. I was worried about Craig. I went out to find him. I didn’t think he’d gone home like Julian said he would. I brought him back here. He’s in a right state,” Hamish said.
“Well, you deal with it then. I’m going back to bed. Try not to wake me again, hmm?” Adam said, rolling over and going back to sleep.
Hamish backed out, closing the door behind him. Before he could turn around to face Craig, there was a sharp pain in the back of his head, sending Hamish crashing to the floor out cold. Dropping whatever it was that he’d used to knock him out, Craig backed off, running for the balcony. Happily finding the door unlocked, Craig took little time to spread his wings and fly off into the night.
Hamish falling to the ground woke Adam again. This time he got up, hoping nothing was wrong. But he paled as he saw his Hamish lying on the ground not moving. Looking towards the balcony, he saw the tiny figure of someone flying off, but was too concerned with Hamish to bother with him. No, Adam you’re not having wings. No, not even wings no one can see. What happened to our plan? We spent a month planning this and now you want to turn it into something else entirely? Bastards. No, you can’t have—why won’t you listen to me? Stop running towards the balcony to fly after Craig. Stop it. Get back here. The narrator sighed, watching Hamish being laid gently on the bed before Adam took wing and flew after Craig. Why must my characters be so uncooperative? Because we just are? Come on, it turned out better this way, I promise.
Alright, fine. You’ve made up your mind. Fine, you have wings too. But no one else can have wings, alright? The narrator glares at everyone sternly, making sure they understand. You’d all better behave or I’ll make life miserable for you. You did that whether we behaved or not.
So, Adam flew after Craig, flying high around the city, searching for him. Once Craig realised he was being followed, he turned tail and dove downward, heading for the inner city. Adam soon caught him again, following him through the streets, determined to catch up with him. Craig’s first mistake was to land. No, actually, his first mistake was knocking Hamish out when Adam was still nearby. Craig’s second mistake was to land in a tiny alleyway, hoping to hide from Adam. Unfortunately, Craig found himself cornered, and Adam soon landed to join him. Adam took little time to attack, punching Craig’s jaw hard. Craig fell back against the wall, torn between anger and fear.
“Lying cheating little shit. How dare you hurt Hamish like that! What a bloody coward, attacking from behind! You hurt Hamish again, I’ll tear you to pieces!” Adam said, semi-strangling him. Violence wasn’t usually a character trait of his in spite of his genetics, but he’d do anything to protect – or defend – Hamish.
“Adam, please-”
“Shut up! You come near him again, you’re dead,” Adam said, letting him go.
Craig slumped to the ground, hands gently rubbing his neck, trying to get his breath back. Adam stared down at him, calming himself down.
“I hate you! I fucking hate you!” Craig said, looking up at Adam.
Adam gave him an angry glare before taking flight again, leaving Craig there all alone.
“I hate everyone,” Craig said, sounding utterly defeated.
Craig took flight again, but he didn’t go home. He was far too angry to go home now. Craig needed to release his anger, and the only way he could think of to do that was to enter one of the fights tonight. He flew to the top of one of the skyscrapers, one he’d visited many times before. What was waiting for him was a large building made of glass sitting on top of a rather innocuous sky scraper. It was known as The Glass House because of this. It was a place where all the winged humans in the city came to fight, drink, and generally have good times, free to be themselves and not hide their ‘strangeness’ from the world.
That winged humans existed wasn’t a secret, but being the product of a secret Government experiment some seventy years earlier, they were reviled and hated, especially those capable of flight. The jealousy of the wingless humans seemed unstoppable, leading to the winged humans being persecuted, rejected by the population as outcasts and non-citizens. It didn’t help that a lot of the winged humans weren’t afraid to speak out against the Government, despite the current rulers not being the same ones who created them all those years ago. It didn’t matter. The Government created them, and now they were turning their back on them. Thus, any winged human was likely to be wanted by the police or the Army, though they were as good as one and the same now, and if they were caught, they invariably disappeared. No one really knew what happened to them, but those with wings (and their supporters) were deeply suspicious about the Government’s claims that they were simply being held in a Government institution and were not being harmed at all. The totalitarian nature of the Government had shown no inclination to be kind to enemies of the state, or even to their own citizens if pushed enough.
Walking towards The Glass House now, Craig knew that the other winged humans had been here for hours already. Craig knew he’d come at the right time. Everyone was fuelled on aggression and alcohol; the fights were always more satisfying then. The heat, the noise, the sweat, the smell, it all hit him hard as he entered the arena, filled with mostly winged humans watching a fight in the ring below. Craig thought about waiting to see the end of the fight, but he was too fired up to wait tonight. He decided to challenge the winner of the current fight, and flew down towards the ring, landing outside it. The fight stopped as they noticed Craig’s presence.
“I’ll take whoever wins!” Craig yelled.
“Oh, eager, aren’t we?” one of the fighters taunted. He was a large well muscled guy, with special barbs and armour plates on his wings.
“I’ll crush you into the ground,” Craig said, not phased at the insults being yelled at him by the crowd.
“Bring it on, bitch,” the second fighter said. He wasn’t as large as the guy he was fighting, but looked like he could hit hard. The armour on his wings wasn’t plate armour, but it looked solid enough. He also had a large spear with him as well, while the other had a lance.
Craig winged into the ring, and as he landed, realised just how big the two guys actually were. Craig had never bothered with wing armour. It always weighed him down, and as he was usually one of the smallest fighters, he needed all the speed he could get. There were no rules against flying during matches, but what would the point be in simply flying out of harm’s way? No, what Craig had was a pair of butterfly swords. Oh, he did enjoy bringing them out. He was surprisingly quick on his feet, using his wings to give him some added lift as he fought. He was more dangerous than he looked.
“I’ll be waiting. I could take both of you and still be home before dawn,” Craig said confidently.
The two fighters glanced at each other briefly. “Us versus you. Winner takes all. You in?” the first fighter said.
Craig half-smiled, relishing the chance to beat both of them. “As you said, bring it on, bitches.”
The crowd exploded with cheering at the prospect of a three-way fight. After a few minutes, Craig had his swords drawn, facing the two huge guys before him, ever so eager to begin fighting.
“It’s a thousand to get in, fifteen hundred to fight, you sure you can afford that?” the first guy taunted.
“That and more, baby,” Craig said.
It was a good thing the bell was rung to begin the round just then or Craig would’ve found himself flattened by two large angry guys. But, Craig had the instinct to shoot into the air just as they charged him, narrowly avoiding being crushed into oblivion. Craig landed again, this time meeting the guys charge head on, surprising them both at how quickly he could move and how hard he could attack. He looked like a tiny runt compared to most of the other fighters, but he could match them for speed, aggression and strength. No one outside the arena knew Craig could fight, and that was the way Craig wanted it to stay. Being a tiny runt had its advantages.
Half an hour into the fight, and Craig was winning, tiring the larger guys out by constantly dodging their attacks and at one stage, goading them into fighting each other again. Craig managed to knock out lance guy, but spear guy had his mark and tired Craig out by making him continually dodge his spear thrusts. Eventually, Craig lost out, and managed to avoid being knocked out himself.
Battered and bruised but feeling infinitely better, Craig left the arena poorer than he’d entered it, and leant against the railing on the edge of the building to watch the sun rise. It was time to go home at last after being out all night. He was in need of a good wash, a decent meal and some rest.
“Hey, good fight, mate,” said a voice behind him.
Craig turned to see lance guy approaching him. “Yeah, you too,” he said back.
“You were fighting pretty aggressive out there. Can’t remember you fighting that hard before,” lance guy said.
“Yeah, it’s been… one of those nights. Needed a way to get rid of the anger,” Craig said.
“Yeah, I know the feeling. You coming next week? I hear there are a couple of guys coming in from interstate looking to fight. We’ll show ‘em a party, hey?” lance guy said.
“Sounds like fun. I’ll be there,” Craig said.
“Catch you then,” lance guy said.
“Later,” Craig said as lance guy left.