Keith walked out of class, seeing Alex at her locker, and feeling it best to take the back way out of school. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, as it was plain as day to him that he had done. As he made it outside he saw Marcus and a few of his friend talking about something. Marcus got a sickening grin on his face and shooed his buddies away. Keith was already sure this wasn't going to be good.<br/><br/>"Well, well, how's your head doing sir slips-a-lot?" Marcus teased. Keith shook his head, playing it off. "Oh, it's alright, thanks for asking" he replied. There were some storm clouds over head and thunder could be heard in the distance. Marcus chuckled. "Ooh, that's soo good to hear, wouldn't want Alex's new toy in bad shape" Marcus hissed. Keith wasn't even remotely sure of what Marcus was talking about. He tried to walk away, but a quick punch to the gut sent him skidding back. "Let me just check you out, gotta make sure you're ready for the queen." Marcus laughed as Keith coughed<br/><br/>Marcus was not only physically imposing, he was a complete sadist and psychopath. He got his kicks from beating the tar out of kids like Keith, from beating them within an inch of their life and making up an elaborate lie about how he saved the kid from a mugger. Of course he got away with it, he scared his victims to death, all they would do is nod when asked about the validity of the story. Keith was going to be the next victim. His backpack was ripped away from him and his face pushed up against the wall.<br/><br/>“No, please stop, you don—UGH!!!” A solid knee to the kidney shut Keith's mouth. He dropped to the ground, but as soon as he fell Marcus picked him up like a doll and sent his fist hurtling into Keith's stomach. No sounds could escape Keith's mouth until after he vomited his lunch and a pool of blood to follow. He bit his lip hard, Keith was doing everything he could not to cry, but the onslaught was taking it's toll and bone's began to splinter under the impacts from Marcus. Every time Keith tried to stand, a sharp front kick to the knee would take him back down. Marcus curb stomped Keith's arm, snapping his forearm like a twig. Keith screamed in agony and was coughing blood. His left eye was swollen shut, the right on it's way. Cuts and bruises covered his entire body, and only when Marcus heard sirens did he stop and leave. Keith was left with massive bruising all over his body, a broken arm, and several small fractures.<br/><br/>“hel . . . help . . .” Keith tried to call out, but he couldn't. He blacked out as the rain began to pitter patter on his broken form.