In a small peaceful moment, like the calm before the storm, a blow of wind in the alleyway began flowing into motion. The hair of the three delinquents began flowing freely for a moment before slowing once more.
A few seconds of silence was all they needed to understand the gravity of the situation that unfolded before them. A real fight was in their hands.
Those few seconds were immensely tense towards the rivaling delinquents, although Amon had simply relaxed his arms back into place whilst waiting for something to happen.
The composure Amon had shown was a calculated sense of fury and cunning.
He knew internally that the best strategy was to preserve his emotional energy to unleash devastating attacks in the heat of battle.
In a sense of panic during the tense moment, a gleam in the alleyway began to shine. The dim alleyway only helped the sharp gleam cut through the alleyway.
Shocked, the taller delinquent looked beside himself, towards the shorter delinquent, yet in his knowing disappointment of the other delinquent beside him, he grinned.
A metallic reflection that shone in the eyes of the alleyway was held by the shorter delinquent — A knife.
The shorter delinquent quickly pulled out a knife from his pocket which shone with a metal reflection as he quickly pointed the end of the blade towards Amon.
Pieces of his security were restored now that he held the knife; the short delinquent began a short laugh, still behind the taller delinquent.
Continuing, the shorter delinquent shouted towards Amon.
"If you're not playing by the rules, I won't either!"
This statement had made Amon clench the iron pipe in his hand, his fierce glare and eerie smile began to fade away. He was familiar with this gleam — The gleam that took his life.
The only thoughts left in his mind echoed like boiling droplets into a wine glass.
"Fair? Did he really just say fair?"
Viscous liquid began slowly dripping into the glass, akin to lava.
"The same midget who cowardly stabbed me in a fistfight?!"
The translucent cup began filling more and more, although it was already near its threshold of holding liquid.
An addition of a more viscous, and intensely heated liquid was enough to nearly shatter the glass on impact, yet it stood for a few moments before — It had shattered.
"I can't let him get away with this! He thinks he's all justified when in fact he's just a cowardly fool breaking the rules! I'll kill him a million times!"
Another wind blew once more, leaving their hair flowing, yet Amon's eyes were fixated.
Those eyes with a murderous intent to end another person's life.
Amon took a deep breath in slowly, recognizing that the alertness in the two delinquents had faded with the safety of a weapon.
His once attempt at controlling himself was now waning, yet impressive.
He prepared himself, coiling like a wolf before unleashing an attack on an oblivious deer. Quietly and slowly whispering to himself he began saying,
"...Let's do this."
Startling the rivaling delinquents, Amon began to dash towards them unexpectedly.
Amon immediately went in for a vertical swing toward the closest person in front of him, the tall delinquent.
The swing was futile, as the tall delinquent dodged to the side adjacently leaving the shorter delinquent leaning in to stab Amon.
Amon's eyes watched, as his body followed immediately bringing his arms up and giving a quick swing toward the short delinquent's knife.
This small tilt had led to the result of the knife embedding itself through the pipe.
Amon, promptly gave a kick to the small delinquent's groin, launching him onto the ground, winded.
It hadn't finished though, the taller delinquent quickly snuck in for a punch to the face, yet Amon swung his iron pipe in an advantaged trade, knowing he couldn't dodge in time.
He launched his weapon towards the side of the taller delinquents, smashing his knee. The delinquent's knee buckled under the pain and pressure.
Amon was sure of it after this blow, that he would've undeniably won this match beforehand if he hadn't been sneakily stabbed.
Blood had trickled out of Amon's nose, but he smirked. He couldn't help to think whilst the taller delinquent's form broke and struggled momentarily,
"Well, they should pose this much of a challenge at least in a fight like this."
"But man. I sure am alive. No greater reminder of life other than pain could exist. A square punch to the face."
A flaming conviction burned in Amon that he wasn't sure of.
The desire to attain his vengeance?
The greed for victory?
The prideful conviction that he would win? He wondered if it was a mix of all of the three, although he wasn't very sure of it at all.
As the tall delinquent's form still staggered, Amon wasn't finished.
Although a very small frame of time had passed between Amon, and the other being hit with the iron pipe, he took advantage of the delinquent being staggered.
He swung with a fierce force, connecting his pipe to the delinquent's ribs.
The strike knocked the taller delinquent to the ground, his adrenaline not being enough for him to get up. He faltered to the ground, grabbing toward the left side of his chest in immense pain.
Amon, still focused on the taller delinquent quickly remembered the other side of the alleyway contained the shorter delinquent, and a thought slipped into his mind.
"Ah, I should probably look-"
But before Amon could fully react, the shorter delinquent hand went in for the kill!
Amon finally telling the imminent danger, could only instinctively move to protect his vital organs, getting pierced in the arm.
The same sharp and familiar pain had come to Amon once more, and the smell of death drew near.
Stepping back quickly the short delinquent smirks, and can't help but say,
"Didn't see that one coming, did you! Garuen High bastard!"
A laugh came from the shorter delinquent, thinking this would subdue Amon, which he scoffed at.
"You think this much is enough to scare me?"
Amon whispers to himself a small bit, continuing,
"I wasn't stabbed in an artery... Thank goodness."
The shorter delinquent's face crinkles at this response says,
"Trying to play the big tough guy huh? Look at your arm! I know that hurts you damn Garue-"
But before the shorter delinquent could finish,
Amon came with a quick and conniving swing.
Swinging, his pipe lands a clean hit on the shorter delinquent's head, deforming the pipe.
The short delinquent had immediately fallen and dropped to the ground, along with the pipe Amon had given up on, losing consciousness, but another voice came from the back,
"You cheap bastard!"
Turning to the side, Amon easily dodges the faint punch, laughing in the wind, retorting with,
"Quite ironic isn't it?"
As he retorts, he moves to the side, landing a punch in the same area he hit with the pipe.
"Augh!"
groaning in pain the delinquent tries to throw another fist, but not before being crossed, being punched square in the face by Amon.
Amon, continuing his attack, decides to tackle the boy to the ground, directly knocking the delinquent on his head.
Dazed, the delinquent still has a fight shown in his words, shouting,
"Yew bastuoar-"
But before his scrambled words could finish, Amon had already pinned him to the floor and punched his face with immense force.
Failing his attempts to block the punches, the taller delinquent gets pounced on,
with punch after punch after punch,
leaving him in immense fear, his entire body shaking, tremoring even more after each punch.
The once slightly handsome face of the delinquent had now been in tatters, bruised and swelled and lacking any signs of being conscious.
The impact from being slammed to the stone floor had begun to show, as a bright red started to seep out of the back of the boy's head, onto the dirty floor of the alleyway.
Amon had slowly gotten up, covering his arm that bled.
An idea popped into his head, as he took off his school uniform and tightly tied it around the part that got stabbed, in an attempt to help stop the loss of blood.
Sharp pain in Amon's arm made him remember, his death, as his stomach churned remembering the memories.
"These bastards... I'll end them once and for all."
Motivated by his pain of death, the current pain in his left arm, he began walking towards the shorter delinquent, passed out.
He grabbed the knife on the ground to the short delinquent which he had let go of due to being knocked out.
Amon leaned in.
Holding the knife.
He made a large incision on the short delinquent's neck.
The red spewed out, quickly, forcefully, some landing on Amon's face.
He got up and looked towards the delinquent with the blood quickly and powerfully exiting his body.
Blood covered his face, yet it wasn't his.
The taller delinquent bled out in the corner, but this...
Amon had cut clean through and murdered the short boy with the knife he once had been stabbed with.
His vision blurred a bit, as he continued to stare at the boy who had once lived. The one he murdered.
The pride of the living,
The greed of wanting to live,
The vengeance that had bestowed death.
If one were to look at Amon at that exact moment, one wouldn't be able to tell what emotions were in those eyes of his.