<a class="postlink" href="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll179/TheBlackParade_014/anime_guy.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Marc Diaz<br/>19<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh, Marc crossed the street to the park, finally getting off the property of his local collage. The upper classman had picked on him again. He had hoped it would end after high school, but it looked as if that old habit had followed him. It was to be expected though, since he never stood up for himself, because he didn't like conflict. But since he always took it, and bent to everyone's will, a lot people took advantage of him and messed with him. But Marc just took it with a smile. There was really no point in starting something over some trivial reason, especially now that they were college students. But he guessed those guys from high school wouldn't change so easily. Another sigh.<br/><br/>As he was strolling through the park back to his home, Marc looked up at a nearby bench, and saw an amazingly cute girl just sitting there, eating an apple. He had never seen her before, but she just looked so amazing. Marc wanted her to look his way, and maybe they could start a nice little chat. She just had this look about her, very attractive. But before he got close enough, something bumps into him hard an knocks him to the pavement. Rubbing his arm, he looks up, and lo and behold, it was one of his old "friends" from school: Chris.<br/><br/>Chris gave him a dirty look as he walked by, "Watch where you're going, punk."<br/><br/>With a smile, Marc got up, "Sorry bro, didn't mean to get in your way."<br/><br/>He chuckles, amused, "Alright, long as you're sorry." He keeps walking, and Marc just adjusts his bag angrily, keeping his eyes on the sidewalk and keeps going. Marc passed the bench and aw Chris chatting it up with the girl. Figures, a collegiate baseball star always gets girls, and a quiet guy like him gets picked on. The girl was smiling, so Marc gave up on that idea. As Marc passed them, intending to just move on and forget about Chris, something went wrong.<br/><br/>Marc heard a yell behind him, a scream of protest. It was almost immediately behind him, and it was a woman's voice. He turned around quickly, and saw that the girl was struggling...with Chris. She was panicked and afraid, while Chris looked angry. Marc wanted to go and call someone, but he knew there was no time. So in a break of character, he approached behind Chris and pulled him off the girl, "Leave her alone!"<br/><br/>With that, Chris turned his anger on him, giving him a really dark look, "What was that you punk? Mind your own damn business!"<br/><br/>There was a pain and ringing in Marc's head as he got socked in the face, and he stumbled a bit. Normally, Marc would have fallen, ran away, and forgot about it. But this time was a little bit different. This time, it wasn't about him, it was another person, a person who needed help, and he was the only one who could do something. After gaining his bearings again, with his head down, he grabbed Chris's shoulder.<br/><br/>Turning around again, he started to yell, "I told you to-!" He didn't finish the sentence. The look on his face was a mixture of disbelief, and fear. That was because Marc had raised his head, and he was glaring at Chris with eyes that could make the devil piss his pants.<br/><br/>"When I said," he clenched his fist, "leave her alone," pulled the arm back, "I meant," swung it forward, "LEAVE HER ALONE!" The fist connected with Chris's jaw, and he was sprung off his feet, slamming hard on the pavement.<br/><br/>Marc continued to glare at Chris as he got up, holding his jaw, and ran away with a look of horror on his face. "I'll remember this Diaz!"<br/><br/>Marc chuckled slightly, and then turned his eyes to the girl. He gave a smile to her, crouching down besides her. "Hey there...are you alright?"