Trey wanted to get up and throw some punches at Blood Boy. He wanted to stand up and fight him until he couldn't fight no more. Everything in Trey's body told him to stand up. You're a wrestler Trey! He's a freak you can take him! Though in this twisted game, everything was reversed. Trey didn't really feel the pain of his teeth being plied out, he just felt it happen. His body was in shock, he was numb to just one particular pain, though he felt a burning pain worse than he's ever felt in his entire life take over his whole body. It keeps getting worse and worse since the explosion.
Trey looked up at Blood Boy, not pleading with his eyes, for he knew he was already dead, but his eyes stared at Blood Boy with an anger that only a trapped animal could possess. Trey felt like a rabbit caught in a trap, or better yet a bear in a bear claw. Though unlike the bear Trey couldn't fight back. He could only lay as his fellow classmate did his dirty work on Trey.
Trey felt a hand enter his mouth, and grab his tongue. Trey chocked and coughed as his tongue was pulled out and he watched in horror as the blade cut it off. Trey coughed and chocked and screamed as much as he could. He screamed as loud as his weakened tongueless body would allow him, not for rescue or for help.
But as a warning. He didn't want Keith or Izzy to end up here. He didn't want those others to end up like him. They might be injured as well, if Blood Boy got to them and they couldn't defend themselves then it would be horrible. Trey wouldn't let that happen to the group that he was with pretty much since the beginning. They had to be injured. That would explain why Keith and Izzy hadn't come to his rescue by now. It didn't matter now.
Trey wasn't able to see anymore as Blood Boy pierced both of his eyes with a sword. It was an odd feeling. He didn't feel any pain with it, he only felt a pop, and his eyesight gone. Trey wanted nothing more to be dead now. Truly dead. He wanted this to be over.
He felt blood, a lot of blood in his throat, and he now screamed only to cause the blood to fill his throat faster. He wanted to choke and die. Asphyxiation was the way to go right now.
He felt the now warm blade against his nose.
Then it was gone.
The burning pain that had taken over Trey Leyton's body was now passed. He felt numb to everything. No pain, no feeling. Trey's dark world grew even darker as his mind drifted...
Trey Leyton stood naked on the weight scale, some of his team behind him, others in the locker room. The ref looked at Trey's coach and said, "158.4. Next." Trey stood off the scale and put on his boxers and headed to his locker room.
Wrestling. His sport. He loved it, he hated it. That was how you know you truly found a good sport. When you can love it and hate it at the same time. Trey put on his singlet, then put on his shorts and Southridge High School sweatshirt. Trey smiled as he headed to the teams practice room and did warm ups with the rest of the team.
He grabbed his friend and together they worked on moves they knew they were going to use the most that night. As Trey tied up with him, both of them going 50% on each other, struggling for an opening, he said, "You ready for tonight?"
Trey's friend said, "You betcha. My girls here tonight, I gotta impress." Trey found an opening and shot in, wrapping both of his hands around his friends left leg, and pulling it up, knocking the wrestler off balance causing him to fall, with Trey Leyton on top.
Trey smiled and said, "Yeah you're not going to impress with those moves." Trey got off his friend and offered his hand to help him up. The other wrestler took the hand and pulled Trey down and rolled on top of him. Trey went to stand up but felt legs lock his legs down. Trey said, "You're gettin' better with your legs."
His friend said, "I've been workin' on them with my new lady friend if ya' know what I mean." The other wrestler then applied hip pressure causing Trey to flatten. "I've been practicing that with her too."
Trey couldn't help but smile before he escaped from his friends grasp, and pinned him. Trey said, "You're going to be pretty good your senior year. I can tell. Maybe as good as me." Trey winked and the other wrestler just said, "I'm already better than you what you talkin' about."
Tonight was senior night. The last home wrestling meet of the season, Trey's last home wrestling meet of his life. It was tradition for all the seniors to say something before they went to the gym and continued to warm up again, and when the team was rallied by the door, waiting to run into the gym like heroes tonight, Trey shouted, "Who are we?"
"I can't hear you! Who are we?"
An even bigger roar. "Southridge!"
"Tonight we go out and kick some ass! Wrestle with heart tonight, and don't give up! This is our house! Southridge!"
Trey couldn't breathe anymore. He was choking on the same substance that once gave him life. Everything went to black, even his thoughts, and Trey Leyton finally found the escape he needed.
Boy Number 30, Trey Leyton -- DEAD
Neil Sinclair was glad that Nick and Matthew we're in. Finding Izzy, that was a good idea. Getting the hell out of dodge, that was also a good idea. Neil looked at them and said, "This is going to be one great song. As for weapons, all I have is a stick. Nothing big. I figured we could find others with weapons and bring them into S.A.D.D." Neil looked at them and figured he would tell them his full plan when they stopped somewhere safe.
For this was not a safe place.
Neil thought he could hear screams or something nearby. He must be hearing things. Neil looked at them and said, "Keep up. We'll find someplace safe to settle."
((Continued in Alive Out of Habit