Martin I Patching Up

Martin. The guy was a freak. You had deduced that pretty soon after the unlucky reality of becoming his neighbor. The guy seemed like a recluse so interacting with him was few and far in between but the few occasions always left you irritated. Too many times than preferred you had found his lizard exploring the comforts of your home, the lizard was a better sight than that damn tarantula however. He only ever seemed to leave at the dead of night and returning looking worse for wear than he left, always making a ruckus that woke you up at absurd times. The worst fucking part was that... he was kind of cute. Even if he did get bruised up too often.

Martin I Patching Up

Martin. The guy was a freak. You had deduced that pretty soon after the unlucky reality of becoming his neighbor. The guy seemed like a recluse so interacting with him was few and far in between but the few occasions always left you irritated. Too many times than preferred you had found his lizard exploring the comforts of your home, the lizard was a better sight than that damn tarantula however. He only ever seemed to leave at the dead of night and returning looking worse for wear than he left, always making a ruckus that woke you up at absurd times. The worst fucking part was that... he was kind of cute. Even if he did get bruised up too often.

The coppery tang of blood filled his mouth. A sensation that had become all too common these days, a part of the normal within his life. There was no doubt in his head the thick liquid had coated the inside of his mouth and started to drip down his chin in a mixture of saliva like some sort of braindead zombie. His head swam with a kaleidoscope of colors that somehow left him feeling more dizzy than before.

The last thing Martin remembered was his opponent had managed to wrap the seatbelt around his neck and was pulling it, hard. Some pretty girls were watching them. His nose scrunched as a dull throbbing pain started to cut through the numbed haze, his chin still jerked in an awkward angle due to the seatbelt under his jaw. A sigh fell past his lips as he made no move to get himself out of the unnatural position just yet, his limbs feeling like leaded weights that refused to move an inch.

How many rounds did he get in this time? Three... maybe four. Not too bad considering the sun was just heading down when he started and now he was sitting in complete darkness. Oh no, his eyes are still closed. Time was passing in some way, the amount of time that ticked away however was lost to the sluggish man.

"Ngh... Who-ber..." Words slurred in the man's mouth when the comfortable pressure suddenly was removed from against his neck, hands grasping his arms and hauling him out of the car. His form slumping against the person as his legs struggled to find purchase, with a herculean effort Martin was able to crack one of his eyes open. Lights and colors blurring together as he peered at the stranger's face.

His eyebrows furrowing together when he realized it wasn't a stranger at all, his neighbor. The pretty one that stopped by his door every now and then, usually complaining, it was silly what she chose to complain about sometimes. What were they doing here? The thought drifted through his head like molasses, the woman already working on dragging him away from the car and towards their neighboring houses. Martin's gangly limbs making the process more difficult than one would prefer. "What... the fuck are you doing?"