The next morning, Matthew traveled to the Village market. He wanted to get some stuff for tonight's dinner.

As he was making his purchase of bread, milk and cheese, he heard someone from a distance. He didn't turn his head, but he did listen to every word:

"Hey, you there, any place here I can get more rum? There will be this party, hosted by yours truly!" The voice sounded sly and cunning, also young. Matthew furrowed his brows as he continued to listen in.

"Get lost, kid. I mean it!"

"Aw, man. A kind person like you is refusing service? Shitty." Suddenly, Matthew heard someone getting thrown down, and the sound of glass breaking.

That was when Matthew turned and noticed a boy about his age tackle a man.

He found himself charging at the attacker.

"HEY, GET OFF OF HIM!" he cried as he knocked the boy to the ground.

The mouse brown haired kid looked at him with surprise. Matthew was panting. "Leave him alone!" he demanded.

The boy wheezed as he stood up. He then tilted his head at Matthew. He could notice that the boy wasn't walking in a straight line, as he approached him.

Is this kid shit-faced or something?

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The boy spoke. "What are you going to do about it?" he then sneered at him. Matthew glared.

"I'll fight you!" his voice squeaked.

The boy laughed. "Okay, Big Boy! Let's fight!" He swung at him and Matthew dodged in a panic.

What did he get himself into?

He wasn't a fighter!

Matthew missed the next swing, the boy's first slammed into his cheek, and it knocked him down. He felt his bruising cheek, and BOY did it sting!

The boy laughed, and Matthew glared up at him. The boy stood right over him, holding his emptying bottle up to face the sky. He took one last swig of it, and then smashed it on the ground, leaving the broken neck in his hand. He then shoved it in his pants

Matthew shook his head in disbelief.

What the hell was THAT?

"Guess who the REAL man of this fight is! Hm? Can you guess? You fucking pussy?"

Matthew then got defensive with humiliation. "STOP IT!"

Before the boy can take off his pants, Zack came in and slammed his face. Zack looked down at Matthew angrily. "GET UP!"

"OOOH! HOO! HOO! What have we got here? Does someone have the actually BALLS to take me?" The boy cackled. Zack folded his arms.

"You better fucking leave us, now!" His blond friend demanded.

Matthew could see the fear going in the drunken boy's eyes as he looked at Zack. He could see why. Zack was a bit taller than this kid.

The boy then showed a new side to that self-righteous attitude: anger.

The boy snarled and swung his fist at Zack, but the blond got to him first. Zack punched him in the gut and kicked his knee, causing the boy to fall.

"Get out of here!" Zack roared.

The boy said nothing as he got up and jumped away from the scene. Zack turned around, Matthew could see he was still angry. The blond lend in a hand, and Matthew took it. When he stood up, Zack folded his arms once again. "What the fuck were you doing?"

Matthew stammered. "H - he w - w - was beating up an - n old g - guy."

Zack sighed. "Let's get back home." He said calmly. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah!" Matthew panted. He couldn't believe the behavior of that kid...

And was he about to.....PISS on him?