User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Michael's Misadventures: The Bullworth Psycho: Chapter 6

Michael had just left the gym, he had just finished practice where he was practicing Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. Damn, I'm sore as fuck! He was cutting through the park in front of the gym when he was knocked down by a tall, dark figure. With all that's happened the past four days he assumed it was Whitney. What he had assumed was correct. He hit Whitney point blank in the jaw, staggering him back. Then he felt something sharp hit him in the back of the head, and he fell down. There were two other jocks with him.

"I wanted to help." Whitney hissed. "But you dug to deep." With that he was knocked unconcious. Whitney had been waiting for him, with reinforcements.

When he woke up he found himself in a cemetary. Where am I? He thought, at this point he noticed that his hands were tied by some thick rope. He struggled and while he felt the rope loosen it was no use. "Tell me, Michael," Whitney approached from the shadows. "I tried to help you and in return I thought you would help me.."

"You thought wrong," Michael growled with a rage he's never felt before. Him the laid back 15 year-old kid had murderous intent for his foe, Whitney. "You betrayed me.."

"You learned to much." Whitney replied with an evil grin. "You found out about the riot and then you enlisted the help of that stupid kid Greg. Someone who had a rivalry with a close friend of mine." He added.

"Who?" Michael asked, he didn't expect to get one but it was worth a half-assed shot. "What makes you think I'd tell you?" Whitney gathered his stuff together and fled the location.

The two jocks watching over him were ordered to stay at their positions. They were the two that ambushed him back there at the park. It him later on... His knife he kept in his back pocket wasn't removed. He could cut the rope and escape. These two jocks were bigger then him but in a battle with size vs skill Michael would have the easy advantage. He was also outnumbered and unless he could get them to take him individually then he would also be at a disadvantage against numbers and the size of his opponents.

The rope felt looser and looser as he cut and when the rope fell from his arms he felt freedom finally. At this point freedom felt bitter as they would soon notice that he was free.

TO BE CONTINUED!!!!