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Another snippet from a fic. I had finished it a long time ago but lost it when the desktop crashed so I'm thinking about redoing it to keep me from burning out my poor Sho while I'm writing his story.
Note:
John = Big Boss
Jael = Liquid
John glared at Jael, with a calm and unaffected air to his posture. That the boy would dare to speak to him like that was infuriating, though he was never the type to blow up in anger until now. It was a seething rage, that kind that left his face in a frown and his eyes cold as ice. 'Man' indeed... Jael had forgotten his place and crossed the line but John had it all figured out.
The knitted anger in his brows drifted away, leaving an expressionless mask in it's wake. "You you think you're a man now, huh?" He stood tall before the fourteen year old. "Fine then... hit me... I dare you to do it... I'll even let you get a head start running. Once you're out that front door, I'm coming for you. If you make it to the street, you're a free man. You can do whatever you want."
Jael looked at his father, considering his odds. His old man was just that, an old man. It played out clearly in his head. One firm, full-force punch to John's chest and he'd be down wheezing. Jael would have plenty of time to get away and he was young, fast, and ready to prove he was man enough for the job. With his mind made up, he balled his right hand into a tight fist and swung it as hard as he could at his father and connected perfectly with his sternum. Horror struck him. Much to his dismay, the punch didn't so much as even disrupt John's breathing but it did piss him off and it showed in his blue-grey eyes.
It was too late to say sorry, so Jael turned and ran as fast as he could. If nothing else he knew he was faster than his father. He flew down the hall and out the front door, slamming it shut behind him, with the street in sight a few yards away from the porch.
John was livid, flying in a blind rage. Jael wasn't getting away that easily, and he was going to pay. True to his word he had stayed put until he heard the front door slam. His strides were long, fast and heavy. How dare that boy swing on him?!
As his heels left the final step off the porch, he heard his father's boots pounding after him the front door swinging wide in a loud thud. No way, no way his father was able to gain on him so fast! He had to think quickly, a straight line to the street wouldn't do, Jael needed another trick. Turning to the driveway, he ran harder, leaping over the Crown Victoria and sliding over the top. Lifting his feet to throw over the fence as he slid across the hood of the car, Jael just knew he was home free. Finally!
Making it out the door completely and leaping over the steps rather than running down them as Jael had. He saw him cut toward the car, likely to try for the fence, and he reached out his hand in a vicious clawing motion.
His sneakers were the only thing to make it over the fence before his father caught him by his shirt, snatching him back. His shoes snagged on the fence, stretching him over the hood of the car and leaving him open, staring at the sky, the sun suddenly blocked out by John's fist. Jael froze. There was nothing he could do. He fucked up and now he was caught.
It had been John's intention to grab Jael and take him inside. Beat him in private and not out in the open where he could be called a bad father. He'd spoiled this boy, his beloved son, and Jael repaid him by punching him? The fence had seen it fit to stop the chase right there and end it right there as well. So be it. Jael said he was a man so he was going to take it like a man.
The scene seemed to play out in slow motion above Jael. He saw the fist falling toward him, straight for his chest and he knew better than to try and block it. Not once, not twice, but four times John's fist dropped into his chest. The wind was knocked out of him on each blow, hurting more and more with each fall. On the fourth and final hit, John let go and Jael slid off the hood of the car.
His head hit the ground with his sneaker still caught on the fence leaving his body hanging against the chain links. He wanted to cry, it hurt so bad. God did he want to bawl like little kid and just let the tears flow, but he'd said he was a man and men don't cry...