Alley

@Jean (Yes you're back! *^* I've missed you T^T And don't worry about it ha ha XD I've been having moments like that a lot as of late DX My writing just hasn't been up to par lately ;-;)


Jackson's Titan eyes almost widened the minute he saw Jean draw out his sword and back away in fear. *Wait! Wait Jean you don't want to do that! Just let me stay in this form a little while longer!* He had tried to speak but all Jean most likely heard from the poor guy was growls and snarls as his now large, sharp teethed mouth opened and close resulting in more panic from some citizens nearby. His human self was screaming internally, desperately wanting to get Jean to realize that he was okay.

Just as he was about to write something down to get Jean to stop what he was about to do however...

Another Titan snuck up behind Jackson and slammed him into the ground, knocking him into a nearby building resulting the young shifter in going into a consiousness like state. He was out completely cold.

(That's all I got as well sorry T^T)

@Jackson (HIYAAA ME FINALLY BACKUUU woohooo!! weow it's been a really long time, but im back. I'll try to pick up from where we left off)

"THE MOTHER OF LORD!!"

Jean almost gauges his own eyeballs out, appalled and completely shocked by the transformation occurring right in front of his very own eyes. The petite young fellow he had once known grew immensely into one of his worst nightmares. In fact that was an understatement, this was a living nightmare. His very own friend just disappeared into a oblivion and returned as his worst enemy, can you believe that. His mouth left agape, he observes the monster of a friend defend him and his people.

His mind is unable to comprehend the situation, that was filled with millions of unanswerable questions, worries, thoughts. At that moment he was trapped in his own thoughts of confusion and barely avoided the in coming titan that just happened to spot his figure on top of the roof top of a building.

well well, plot twist. He realises that the titan aiming for his head, body and deliciously ravishing figure just happened to be slammed down by the titan Jackson. Once again his mouth is left agape and shocked. He is left immobile and astounded by the events that definitely goes all against the law of physics and other scientific facts. He makes eye contact with his friend whose eyes almost matched the size of Jean's body.

He profusely sweat and scans his surroundings. Absolute destruction as hell. The stench of death, the piercing violins of screams. Jeans gasps and crouches, had these current of events happened whilst he was lost within his own oblivion of thoughts. He looks up, and his stares lingers on the devil that corrupted his very own friend. Nostalgia hits him. The memories of his first encounter with a titan that consumed his family, friends, lover ram into his brain and completely takes over Jeans sanity.

"J-J-J-Jackson?" he stammers, unsure of his own safety

"Don't worry Jackson, I'll save you!!! I'll cut you out from the devil, I'll save you!"

Tears stream from the sides of his face as he grabs his sword aiming it at the titan of Jackson.

"YOU! I'll cut you up, and return my friend to this world"

He was insane... Jean was gone...

( wooo writers block, i have no idea how to continue so instead i just wrote what ever came to mind hahah yeahh... inspire me plssss. OMG ME SO DEPRESSING, every short story i attempt always include some sort of psychological issue jeezs. Yeah sorry i couldn't think of anything so i ended up writing this weird piece of mubblejumbble haha. )

@Jean (Hey don't worry I understand school and such can be a pain =.= Been there done that X'3 Just take your time ^.^ And don't worry about grammical errors you're fine)


"I don't have any intentions on dying trust me on that!" Jackson shouted back, slashing his way through Titan after Titan cringing as their filthy blood splattered on his left cheek. He could shift he supposed, but...what if he lost control again? Jackson was still fairly knew to this strange ability after all, but maybe...just maybe he could control himself again. Hearing another ear splitting scream brought him back to reality as the young shifter cursed out loud, ordering Jean to get back as he placed the back of his hand to his mouth. "Jean get out of the way!" He warned, before biting down hard on his hand, his blood flowing down.

A bright light could be seen and in replace of Jackson was a fifteen meter or so Titan.

Rows and rows of sharpened teeth.

Eyes now an angry red instead of the usual, soft brown color.

His human self kept reminding him to try and stay in control repeatedly, letting out a roar of rage as he charged at one Titan coming after Jean slamming the abomination right into a building snarling viciously at the creature's body.

@Jackson Kang (DSIFHSIDHFS!!! ME SO SORREH UBBER LATE REPLY HERE...soz school is hectic right now with major exams etc... but i'll try to reply as quick as i can yeah!)

Blood, shrilling screams, the stench of death, hell, it was a living hell. Yet he had not sufficed this once but many times. No matter how many titans he savagely assassinates the devoured lives can never be replaced, as what is gone is gone. Especially Jean's soul. He may be alive, living in this heck of hell, yet his soul and sanity was gone long ago, having witnessed the innocent deaths which he'd hoped hadn't occurred. His heart cries for every life he could not save and doubts his ability as a survey corp, he observes the bakery owner yell for help, scratching the concrete floor with his blunt finger nails bawling his eyes out as he confronts death. CRUNCH...he's gone. To his left a little girl is already on her journey to meeting the reaper. She was only probably an inch away from Jean's elbow her life wasted in a concoction of fear and hell, she is shredded organ by limb, by the titan's insanely sturdy jaws and heartless souls, if they even had one. He contemplates how there brain's function and whether or not they even owned one.

A cry emerges in the silence. Someone hadn't escaped the realms of hell yet hurriedly he fly's towards the sound, heart beating with intensity and panic. Adrenaline pumps blood excessively round his circulatory system, and cold sweat runs down the length of his spine, protruding through the cloth of his cotton fabric. 'Faster, Faster' he silently screams.

"Hey Jean! Looks like you could use a bit of help here!" Jackson screams

Jean turns around, confronting the young man with an exasperated expression of shock. Anger suddenly boils in his veins, and uncontrollably he burst.

"WHAT THE F**K ARE YOU DOING! SHOULDN'T YOU BE WITH CHLOE, GO TO THE BOAT JACKSON, YOU MAY BE A SURVEY CORP BUT WHAT IF YOU DIE, ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE YOUR CHILD ALONE!"

The kindness Jean wants possessed was replaced with pure hatred and insanity. He'd forgotten what humanity had meant, and uselessly began rampaging on the idiocy Jackson had brought upon his family.
He was about to continue his lecture, when a sudden carnivore interrupts them, close to bringing forth death upon the two. They both repel from each other on time facing each other in opposite positions. Jean's eyes darken, he was going to spill more than a tonne of blood tonight for his friend and himself had almost died from that attack. His mind is beyond calm.

[Sorryyyy again no time to edit either, WARNING EXCESSIVE GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND ETC.]

@Jean @Jean (Orz same here DX)


Just as Jackson was about to run for the boats, he skidded to a halt and glanced back over at Jean. He couldn't let the other just fight these monsters on his own like that, but then again the thought of leaving Chloe on the boats alone terrified him. "Daddy." The small, sweet sounding voice of his child suddenly snapped him out of his thoughts as the little blond haired girl looked up at him with a small, sad smile on her face gripping her smaller hand in his. "Daddy, you stay behind...Help these people. I'll get on the boat by myself alright? It's your job as a soldier to protect others. Please, don't worry about me."

"Chloe...a-are you sure?" Biting his lower lip, Jackson was hesitant to leave her behind but a shriek of terror followed by a sickening crunch snapped him out of his thoughts as the little girl tightened his grip on his hand.

"Daddy just go! I'll be fine okay?!" She shouted, just as a Garrison picked her up and placed her on one of the boats filled with others smiling sadly at him.

The dark haired male smiles faintly back, although he didn't really believe in any sort of God he prayed that something would keep his little girl safe and for him to return home to her. With a deep breath, telling another Garrison member to keep an eye on his daughter he sped off to where Jean was with clear determination in his eyes. "Hey Jean! Looks like you could use a bit of help here!"

@Jackson [mental block alert, mental block alert... got no idea what to write anymore there's no action, WHAT TO DOOO]

The sun rises into the sky and its rays seep discreetly through the lines of the curtains. Jean awakes from the sudden brightness and opens his eyes to behold the sight of a innocent child beaming her wide smile in front of him. Red puffs glow on his cheeks and Jean couldn't handle the cuteness and innocence radiating from the child. He ruffles the girls hair with his left hand, creating an explosion of messy hair and accomplishes in making the grin on the child's face wider than it was before, if that was even possible. He observes his surrounding and notices Jackson sleeping on the couch adjacent to his. He hadn't realised when or what time they had slept but he knows they had spoken for almost ninety percent of the night. Jean rubs his tired eyes that are on the brink of shutting and retiring to sleep and stuffles a sudden yawn which appeared to shock Jackson, as he flinches over the loud sound.

Jean automatically apologises for his loudness and chuckles quietly over the youngsters reaction. He ruffles his bed-ridden hair and walks over to the bathroom to do some business. Through the mirror and he runs his hand through his hair attempting to straighten some of the isolated strands but realises the bruises and bumps glowing on the knuckles of his right hand. He isn't shocked but surprised over the fact that he hadn't felt the pain till now and groans in agony. He hypothesises the pain derived from the previous fight in the alleyway and twist the knob of the tap, placing his hand under the coolness of the water. He stuffles his cries through biting his lips and watches the scraps of dead skin and dried blood rip off the battered skin, just to replace it with a new trail of blood. Sighing he exits the toilet to ask Jackson for a medical kit to bandages his hand.

But this thought is replaced with the worrisome noise occurring outside. He exits the bathroom and discovers Jackson running around the house dashing for supplies and arranging stuff for Chloe in a hurry. Confused, his attention is suddenly diverted outside, he hears the wildest screams of woman and children as well as the shocking vibrations like constant Earthquakes shaking the ground. Fear creeps upon Jean as he hopes that the situation occurring isn't what he thinks it is.

He sprints to the window to behold an unbelievable sight. The walls...are cracked. Titans have entered the dwelling of humans. Their figures run along the paths like gigantic babies yet their stupid facial expressions juxtapose with the actual reality and their danger to us. Their human like teeth emerge from their mouth appearing harmless, but this is contradicted by the victims screams followed by the crunching of bones, oozing of blood and silenced cries.
shock consumes Jean and stuns him on the spot. He doesn't move from fear,as he witnesses titans from the distance chomping on whatever they could lay their hand on. Fires bloom in the distance and a warning bell continuously echoing loudly for people to prepare for evacuation. People are running everywhere in panic and uselessly scream only to bring the attention of the titans. Sweat trickles down his back and he begins trembling, his worst nightmare has become a reality. HIs hand painfully throbs and the constant calls of Jackson remain unheard. His breathing quickens and his reaction time decreases until a Survey Corp suddenly flies past his window so fast, that Jean wasn't able to decipher who it was.

He is brought back into reality, from the sight of the Survey Corps sigh and remembers his role in society. Forgetting about the family behind him, he hurriedly puts on his gear and tells the Jakson "HUrry and get out of here, i'll watch your backs just get to the boat safely!!!"

Jackson nods, fear radiating over his and his child;s face. All three of them exit the door at the same moment and enter the chaos. The family run towards the evacuation deck whilst Jean zooms past them in the opposite direction heading straight for the enemies. His kind demeanor disappears and is replaced with a determined and murderous persona. Carefully, he glances back watching his friend run for his life. He makes sure to keep an eye out for them, as they now unfortunately punctured a special hole in his heart. That would definitely cause pain if something were to happen to them.

Diverting his attention back to the fight, he slices and flies through the air like a japanese ninja. Killing the worthless and psychopathic murderers, punishing them for their sins and havoc they've created.

@Jean (XD That's alright! ^^)

Jackson waved a dismissive hand trying not to laugh at Jean's shocked reaction giving him his infamous grin after taking another sip. "Oh you don't have to worry about that: My lips are sealed!" He made a zipping motion over his mouth, his lips of some extra tea that still lingered on them humming thoughtfully. "Well, I was on an expedition with him and we found her in a village. Completely destroyed by Titans...she was one of the few who actually survived it seemed." Jackson cringed inwardly as he remembered the visions he first had. Of seeing a young child, scared, confused, injured. It was a horrible experience for her to go through. "As for Levi? I think he's out on another expedition or something. I hope he's alright." Now he knew Levi was strong alright, he wasn't labeled 'Humanity's Strongest' for nothing but even so it didn't fail to make Jackson and Chloe nervous about his safety.

Even the strongest fighter has a weakness.

But he tried to shake such thoughts away, trying to enjoy his conversation with Jean.

@Jean () i keep forgetting to write @Jackson sorry

Jean is absolutely speechless at the revelation revealed before him. He's mouth is unattractively wide open enabling local flies to enter the black hole and his expression is just speechless.

"When..WHAT..HOW..SINCE. KID WHERE? WHUT???" Jean randomly stutters random words and blushes profusely over the embarrassing conversation he had just evoked. He automatically scratches his neck and chuckles at his own retarded reactions.

"How long? Man i really hadn't expected that... Please don't tell 'THE BOSS' i had bad mouthed him -ish" Jean jokingly. By now the tea had finished brewing and was ready to be served. Both Jean and Jackson sat adjacent to each other in the living room. Jean leans (HAHA THAT RHYMES :3) on his forward, elbows against his knees and legs carrying all of his upper body weight. His right hand holds the ceramic cup of freshly brewed tea and occasionally he takes tiny sips, enjoying the relaxing effect of tea. Both males retain a short conversation, the awkwardness appears to have dissipated in to thin air and scene of the two gladly enjoying themselves in this time of terror, seems as if they had been friends for years.

"So how old is Chloe? How did you adopt her, i don't see many orphanages around here. Plus where is Levi, shouldn't he be looking after his mate and rescuing him like the hero he is. Unless he's outside..." Jean asks.

@Jean "Ha ha: Well it's pretty obvious by how you act for one thing. You were real fidgety and awkward the way you walked. And second, I could tell just by how quickly you rushed inside here." Jackson couldn't help but chuckle as he poured the freshly brewed tea for both of them, settling himself at the table motioning Jean to sit with him.

A wide grin spread across his face at the mention of Levi, laughing at the blank faced remark. "Know him? I'm...well, I'm married to him actually," The older male said with a bit of a blush creeping up on his face, taking a sip of his tea before answering a question.

"Me? Well...not exactly. Levi and I adopted a little girl named Chloe: She's asleep right now though."

"How did you know?!?!" Jean exclaims. It was very rare for people to notice his strange phobia. Automatically, red cherries grow on the corners of his cheekbones and in absolute embarrassment his upper body faces the side of the wall flustered and shivers in anxiety and utter nervousness. He fakes a cheery laugh in order to shake the awkwardness hanging within the air and finally answers Jackson's offering after a good 15 minutes had gradually ticked by.

"Ah, to answer your previous question, tea would be fine. I'll be out the house as soon as the sun shines through these windows, yeah" Jean shakily stumbles the words out of his mouth with embarrassment still hanging within him. He scratches his head as a reflex and smiles shyly.
The youngster enters the kitchen leaving the poor old man 'presumably' alone in the room who discreetly observes his surroundings in boredom and well just boredom.

HIs eye's trail along the plain walls and continues along the table with an recent photograph, consisting of presumably himself and Levi Rivialle. Suddenly, shock and recognition hits him and abruptly JEan stands up for confrontation.

"WOW man you know THE LEvi... AS IN THEEE LEVI, phew you know that crazy fella, he looks as blank as he'll ever been in this picture" Jean joyfully chuckles and further questions the kids in hopes of probably maintaining a friendship with him.

"So do you live here alone?"

@Jean The darker haired male couldn't help but laugh softly as he closed the door behind him, sensing that Jean really didn't appear to like being out in the dark for some hours. He hung up his coat on the coat rack neatly, slipping his shoes off in the process. "You know: It's okay if you're afraid of the dark," He said thoughtfully. "I'm not entirely fond of it myself. Well make yourself at home!" The actually older male chirped happily, passing by the living room so he could prepare them something to drink. Once he passed a table, a picture of a smiling Jackson and a blank faced Levi Rivialle could be seen. "Do you want anything to drink at all? I have tea or coffee." He asked from his spot in the kitchen.

@Jackson The youngster began speaking nonsense out loud almost freaking Jean out, even during his unstable state. Reluctantly, he declines the offer in fear of intruding personal space and bids his farewells. He turn's his back away from the house, and decides to dash home before the darkness could catch up to him. Though he is greeted with an empty set of land, with the only source of light been emitted from the sky above which was also accompanied by the haunting hounds of wind that purposely echoed within the street, that chased away all forms of life back to their original habitats. Fear erupts within his entire being, his body shakes uncontrollably; expertly he regains his composure and abruptly he turns around to hurriedly stop the youngster from entering his home.

"Actually, on second thought's a night wouldn't hurt yeah?" Jean stammers

He feels the darkness crawling closer towards his body, and swiftly with extraordinary speed he passes Jackson and enters the comforts of his home through the entrance, before the boy could even ounce a word.
Once, Jean was inside he let out a deep breath in which he hadn't realised he was holding. He observes his surroundings and is left dazed. It's warm, nostalgically warm.

@Jean Jackson was used to wandering the streets at night. He had to go through the same, damned alley way almost everyday much to his extreme dislike. He glanced up at the large walls surrounding the city, scowling and shaking his head with disbelief. "One day...we'll no longer need these walls." He mused out loud, not noticing the slightly beginning to panic Jean beside him until the other male spoke out loud causing him to jump and clear his throat. "Oh! U-Um yeah. We're here right now actually." He exclaimed with a light smile, standing outside his apartment. "...Forget about what I said earlier alright? Ha ha. I have a habit of thinking out loud." Jackson chuckled sheepishly, but what he said is how he felt about everything. He was hoping that perhaps someday, they would defeat the Titans for good this time. To destroy every last one of them to take humanity back and restore it. "Are you alright?" He asked softly, noticing the other male seemed rather 'fidgety' all of a sudden resulting him in tilting his head to the side just as he was about to open the door. "Do you need a place to stay?"

@ Jackson "Of course, why would I mind. It would be my pleasure" Jean reassures. Side by side they walk slowly, allowing Jackson to readjust to a suitable position to maneuver in, making sure he doesn't initiate pressure onto his injured body. Together in complete awkward silence, Jean contemplates whether to break the icy tension or leave the extremely uncomfortable atmosphere as be. 'Sigh, life is always full of making difficult choices' he converses with himself.

The sun gradually diminishes into the distance, its red brimming sky darkening into a rich navy. The awakening of the radiating stars, glisten within the night sky and the moon now shines over the town bringing some source of light to its blackness. The dark lurks in every corner proving an indication of danger. The streets are still rowdy with people, preparing to descend home. However, the corners, the edges, the shadows remain highly suspicious. Whether you are outside or inside the walls, you are never safe alone. THe duo continue to walk in silence, Jean's senses are completely alert and as they make further distance from the safety of the town, the quieter and eerier the atmosphere deepens.

He glances at the boy beside him, who seems oblivious to the deteriorating safety of his surroundings and his ultimate suffering. The area seemed too silent for his liking, adrenaline begins pumping in his veins and his palm becomes sweaty. A bush slightly shakes due to a breeze that passes by the two, and automatically sends shivers up Jean's spine, allowing him to feel the sensation of cold sweat clinging onto his back. He swallows the saliva accumulating in his mouth and breathes heavily. The light from the city becomes dimmer the further they travel, and the only source of heat radiates from the windows of the surrounding houses. There's a secret that Jean has never announced to anyone. It is due to his gender and pride, that restrains the truth to be ever exposed. Unfortunately and embarrassingly Jean is afraid of being isolated in the darkness silence.

Step by step, every sound of a light switch been turned Off initiates a slight panic attack within Jean's heart. He twitches constantly at every dark corner in sight, and he nervously wonders how the kid hasn't notice his feverish movements. From his angle the kid looks absolutely fine, he walks peacefully regardless of the painful scars inflicted on him and doesn't seem to care about the risks hiding within the night.

"Are we there yet?" Jean worriedly ask. He wants to quickly return home before he is required to travel in the darkness alone.

@Jean Jackson couldn't help but have his face flush a bright red color of embarassment at being picked up, huffing slightly though he was thankful deep down. "I-I could've still been able to walk you know." He muttered which was a downright lie obviously. Once he had been placed on a wooden crate, wincing lightly he tilted his head to the side in wonder. Here he was.

A total stranger.

And yet, Jean was insistent on helping him. That was a rare trait for a person to have these days where sometimes, it was every man for himself basically.

"I don't live very far actually: I live in a housing unit some miles from here...You really don't mind doing all this?" He exclaimed, carefully beginning to apply the bandages on where he needed them to be.

@Jackson Jean stares at the man who he presumes was much younger than he was and inexperienced with the world's violent happenings and brutality. The younger clearly reminded him of the youth that ran around the streets, with their innocent constantly radiating, their naivety rescuing them from the worlds chaotic environment and their sweet manners executed touched every elderly's heart. Yet, now their minds have been corrupted and the truth of reality has finally been bestowed upon them, the halo's that glowed above their head's have dissipated into ash and only their soulless eyes remain to constantly observe death and hell. AT this rare occurrence of innocence, Jean grins at the youngster and ruffles his hair like a father figure praising his child.

"Let's get you fixed up, I hardly doubt you'll be able to move in such a critical condition" Jean kindly responds, before abruptly throwing the young man onto his shoulder, like a fresh sack of potatoes. Calmly they exit the alley, to stumble upon the rowdy streets completely covered with civilisation and well obviously people. Everyone, appears to be happy and peaceful though behind those smiles and serene expressions lies utter panic and anxiety that they'll become the prey of the malicious beings that roam just outside these so called 'sturdy' walls. The duo make their way towards the nearest medical store, and Jean roughly drops the individual onto a wooden crate, clearly without inflicting any pain upon the already bruised kid and purchases a couple of bandages.

Eagerly, he hands them over to the youngster who stares into the distance, appearing to be in deep thought. Why? Well Jean didn't really care, he just wanted to help this kid before going back to his original routine. There were people out there, warriors specifically that were dying outside the comforts of these walls. He didn't want to treasure this serenity when sacrifices were being made for his wellbeing.

"Hey, Jackson where do you live? I'll give you lift. How's that sound?" Jean kindly suggests. The youngster seems dazed but grins.

@Jean He waited for another beating to come or perhaps another insult but neither of those came. But why? Why was that? Lifting his head up, slowly but surly uncovering his hands from his head his eyes widened seeing the bastards knocked all around him. Why though? Why would anyone bother to help him? In Jackson's eyes, there was a part of him that considered himself a disgrace to humanity because of another part of him that so few people knew. Yet, here this guy was saving the likes of him. "I'm...I'm fine," He managed to stutter out, his lips of blood on his cut up lip nearly hissing out in pain as he steadied himself against the wall brushing his pants off of the dirt and blood.

"You didn't scare me at all: I'm...I'm just shocked you even bothered is all." His body hurt all over alright. Jackson wasn't even sure if he could walk right at first without wincing at each step he took. "Thank you though Jean: I'm...Jackson." He answered softly, managing to muster up a small grin.

@Jackson

From the distance Jean observed a brutal fight occurring in the depths of the alleyway. Five thugs easily towered over a singular figure, who impressively managed to cause major injuries upon two of the bulked humans however, failed in overtaking the rest. Jean hides in the darkest corner of the alley, staring at the scene before him. He is in deep thought, contemplating whether he should move his fat and assist the smaller figure or escape for help.

He begins excessively perspiring and panic begins arising within him. Every punch, profanity and plea committed made him highly anxious and worried, he had to make a move quickly. Irritably he sighs,'Stupid humans' Jean confesses in his mind. 'There's a brutal and futile war happening outside these walls. Innocent men are sacrificing their lives in order to preserve the survival of the human race. Yet these ignorant fools take their lives for granted and foolishly waste their time abusing and corrupting the innocent.' Suddenly, rage begins building within Jean and he irrationally exits his safe haven and erratically begins beating the life out of the idiotic thugs. He continually punches and defends the frail man with a baton which he conveniently kept in his behind pocket. He constantly attacks until the thugs pale skins that lacked essential nutrients transitioned into a deep maroon blue and when blood begun trickling down the trail between their mouths and nose holes.

"How dare you, you ridiculous fools! Men are dying yet you find time in beating a man, an important man in fact -points to survey corps symbol- , for trespassing 'YOUR' so called alley. Get out of here!" Jean furiously rages. Frightened the idiots get on their knees begging Jean for mercy, before scurrying away, never to return again. After, their departure Jean fixes his appearance, wiping the blood stains on his jersey with his bare hand, only to make it worse and attempts to straighten his ruffled hair. He then locks eye contact with the epitome of innocence who trembled on the ground. His fragile body was curled in a hunch, and showed signs of paranoia and fear within his glistening teary eyes.

"You alright?" Jean stammers, before cautiously approaching the bruised figure.

"I'm sorry i hope i hadn't scared you, it's just... those people just take things for granted, like seriously are they idiots. I'm Jean by the way", he offers his hand to the young man crouched on the ground in severe agony, waiting for his reply.

@Jean

A hard kick could be felt in Jackson's ribs causing the dark haired male to cough violently feeling the wind knocked out of him. Apparently some thugs decided to think he was an 'easy target' to rob from which resulted him in taking out two out of five but the other three ganged up on him easily. One of them slammed him up against the wall, gripping his hair in an iron like grip leaning in close to Jackson's face. "Well what do we have here huh? Not so tough now are you? Little ..."

"Look," Jackson gasped out. "I-I'm not here to fight you, I was just going through here to get to the otherside of the alley is all. But you left me no choice to attack your two friends."

Another punch to the face caused him to let out a yelp of pain, feeling the blood rush down his nose as he slumped against the wall the other man still having a tight grip on his hair. This really was NOT how he intended his day to go that was for sure. Feeling too exhausted to fight back he tried reasoning with them but that just earned another beating.

Gritting his teeth, he squeezed his eyes shut tight bracing himself, shielding his body from the kicks and punches as much as he could.