The assault was over before it even started. Mike laid on his back, trying to piece together what the fuck just happened, his eyes wide with pure confusion as Billy got off his chest and walked off. He felt like he had literally just been run over by a train, his head falling back into the grass when he tried to look up and see where Billy had went, though he was no where in sight at that point. 'What the fuck was that...?' the only phrase which ran through his head at this point in time, still not sure he was just dreaming, though the pain told him the truth. He rolled on his side, luckily enough his ribs just hurt from the blows he took, not from any breaks... At least that's what he thought. His knuckles felt like he had run them through concrete, aching like there was no tomorrow. It took only a couple of seconds before a deep throb appeared around his nose, a steady stream of blood hopefully signally it hadn't broken.<br/><br/>Everything on his body hurt as he stood straight up, growling with every breath he took in.<br/><br/><em>Train station...</em><br/><br/>The word wrung in his head like a bell. No matter what his curiosity would get the best of him, there was no way he would pass up the meeting. He couldn't allow another human being to do something like that in his home. Next time they met, things would be different...<br/><br/>No matter what.