Jake felt his legs tremble as a sheet of warmth trickled down the side of his face. His eyes came to focus on the dark splats of red materialising on the tarmac below him. “You Nazi fuck!” A voice bellowed behind him piercing through a sea of carnage, a flash grenade ripped through the storm of voices and lit the sky like a flash of lightning.
He turned to face Harris and recoiled from the dark hatred that filled his leering gaze. This isn't Harris, what's going here.. He thought as Harris took another swing sending a sharp ring and white flash searing through Jakes temple. As he stumbled back with his hands flailing in front of him he thought, how did it come to this?
Only a few short years ago they were sharing a six pack under the bridge back in Old Town. Taking shade under a small bridge they sat surrounded by vibrant green countryside next to a small river, both brimming with excitement at prospect of starting college. “Can't believe you're studying art history, don't you want a job?” Jake joked “Hey man I'm chasing what I love, we both know those lawyers are gonna suck the sole riiightt outta you” Harris replied.
Jake grinned and shook his head agreeing to disagree. He knew Harris would land on his feet, he was a bright guy, always quick to throw himself head first into situations he felt strongly about. Jake had always been more reserved. Brought up in a liberal conservative household he always kept his head down keeping a sharp focus on his grades. He envied Harris for his forwardness.
Jake was 5’7, slim built with dirty blond hair, black rimmed glasses and pasty white skin. He looked an odd match with his checkered shirt and ripped jeans next to Harris, a 6’2 African American, lean built with strong features, always well dressed in the best designer clothes, from his Armani cap down to his Dsquared2 jeans.
Jake rolled a joint as a small fire crackled between them. Harris closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath savoring the smell of clean fresh air mixed with the green smell of nature and woodsmoke. “ I am going to miss it here” He said as Jake put the joint in his mouth and struck the wheel of his Zippo off his thigh. “ Yeah I'm sure you'll be pining for it when you're balls deep in a mountain of white pussy” Jake replied as he chuckled and put the flame to his joint. “ But yeah man I get you” Jake said and took a few quick but deep puffs of his joint and passed it Harris.
Jake stumbled backwards and fell hard on his ass, Harris charged forward and kicked Jake in the chest causing him to fly backwards bouncing his head off the concrete. For Jake it all happened in an instant. He saw Harris charge towards him then everything went dark..
To be continued