This choice: Revenge on Marcus - Bully to Chris' lesbian sister. | Go Back Chapter 2: Bully's Hazing (ID #733508) an addition by: Igaram ![View igaram's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) More by this author "Oh my god!" booms Chris, having an excellent idea at the mention of revenge.
"Oi, Sean!" he beckons the blond-haired jock over, nearly unable to contain his excitement. "There was this guy, in school..."
Sean nods, having some inkling of where this was going. He decides to speak up, thinking he has it all figured out; "He bullied you, right? And you want revenge? Well, we can do th-"
He's interrupted by Chris, who shakes his head, debunking Sean's theory. "Nah, he bullied my sister. She was an open lesbian, and him and his buddy didn't like that about her..." He bites down on his lip, his eyes lighting up with glee as he thinks of all the possibilites that now present themselves to him. With the rest of the human populaton looking to be around the size of miniture figurines, whatever they did to Marcus and his buddy would definately be fun
Agreeing to work together in this venture, the two set off to Marcus' house; a large house in the middle of quite an impressive expanse of empty, concrete space. His house was oddly secluded. Grinning down on the house, Chris brings his hand up, and rips the the roof clean off, revealing a startled Marcus, his bully buddy Joe, and Marcus' younger brother. None of 'em are very nice people.
Marcus stares in awe as Chris looms over him, an evil grin spreading across his face. He wiggles his toes in his white Pumas, remembering that he had worn quite thick, grey sweat socks today. Man would they be drenched in sweat by now.
"Hey, Sean... ever wanted to stomp someone?"
Marcus' eyes widened in horror.
"N-no! No! Please, don't! Don't stomp anyone!" he pleads, scrambling towards his brother as if trying to protect him. Joe moves himself towards the doorway, but is quickly cut off by Sean, who pokes his finger down next to Joe, showing him that the finger was practically as large as him. "Uh-uh-uh... we wouldn't want you missing the show, kid." He grins, and slips one heel out of his black Nike, revealing that he was wearing a piar of well-worn white no-show ankle socks.
But what to do first...
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