Billy didn't even try to dodge, but Mike found punching him was like punching a brick wall.  The first jab should have sent the skinny boy reeling; instead he just stood there and took it, his face jerking with the force of the first two blows.  The hook connected with the sound of breaking glass and finally Billy staggered back, holding his face with one hand.  Slowly he turned to look at Mike, tossing his broken sunglasses aside, and Mike inadvertently gasped in shock.<br/><br/>His eyes.  Billy Weir's eyes were bright purple, and seemed to glow in the fading light.  There was nothing remotely human about them - slitted like a cat's, they were the eyes of a predator through and through.  Fixing Mike with a piercing gaze, Billy slowly smiled, licking blood off his lip.  His smile widened, showing his teeth.  After his eyes, Mike was only slightly surprised to see that Billy's teeth were filed to sharp points.  The boy's entire body seemed to contract like a cat about to pounce, and then pounce he did, leaping straight at the football star.<br/><br/>Mike tensed, ready to meet him head on... and then suddenly Billy was behind him.  His mind reeling, trying to figure out how the other boy had moved past him so quickly, he didn't have time to react as Billy put a hand on the back of his head and shoved.  Already balanced forward in preparation to counterattack, Mike hit the ground face-first hard enough to wind him.  What seemed an incredibly short amount of time later, kicks like iron hammers landed on both his sides almost simultaneously.  Mike felt Billy grab him by the back of his hair and pull him to his feet.  Impossibly, even as the hand let go of his hair Billy was standing in front of him, a straight punch connecting with his nose like a freight train and sending him sprawling.<br/><br/>Then Billy was on top of him, knees digging into his chest and hands holding his head off the ground by his collar.  Half a foot shorter than Mike and at least a hundred pounds lighter, Billy was still managing to shake him like a rag doll, something frighteningly akin to bloodlust in his eyes.  "Not the big man now, are you Mike?  Suddenly your perch on top of the world is a bit precarious.  If a little shit like me can do this to you, how are you going to measure up to the real world?"  Billy spit blood in Mike's face and then shoved him, slamming his head roughly into the grass.<br/><br/>Standing up, he staggered away as if dazed but quickly regained his composure.  "It's not too late for you, though.  You can still get it back."  He pointed a finger at the ground at his feet.  "Right here.  This is can still be your hunting ground.  Meet the others tonight at the abandoned train station not too far from here.  Then make your way back here.  Be here by midnight, or you'll never have the chance to pay me back for what I just did to you."<br/><br/>Waving a hand at him as if Mike was no longer worth his time,  Billy wiped his face clean and stomped - a little unsteadily, Mike thought - towards the bleachers.  Moments after he stepped into their shadow, he was simply gone.