"You... bastard... I'll... kill you...," muttered an angry raccoon.
I stared in utter silence, watching as my best friend took his fist and re-connected it with the jaw of my attacker. A dark red substance gushed from the man's mouth and onto the ground beneath him.
"G-get off of me, man!" cried the over-sized thug. "I'm sorry! I swear! Just please--" he was cut off by another blow to the face.
This time, it was his nose that oozed the bloody substance. I turned away, feeling slightly nauseated by the amount of blood mixing in with the water. My legs began to wobble as I hesitated to stance up. I looked around, noticing the predator's partner lying unconscious a few feet away from me. His clothes were drenched with water, and his face was covered in bruises. Next to him lay three small teeth from which Ray had knocked out of his mouth.
"You think running around here and raping young girls is funny?" asked Ray as he grabbed the man by his collar.
"N-no! P-please... I... I won't do it again... I swear it!" the man pleaded as if his life depended on it, but at the rate Ray was going, you could say that his life was very much on the line here.
"Ray, stop!" I shouted, unsure if I really meant it or not.
Ray turned back at me, his face full of disbelief. Silence fell between us as we stared into each other's eyes.
What's with him? I wandered, narrowing my gaze to the ground. It wasn't like Ray to continue on with his beatings. Normally we would have taken off by now.
"Stop? What do you mean stop? This man just tried to rape you, Rein! And you want me to just stop?!" he shouted angrily.
"I know," I whispered, pulling back my black hair. "But... but if you keep this up, you're going to kill him!"
"What?" his voice cracked.
"Please... don't kill me... I'll do anything," begged the man who seemed to be waking in and out of consciousness.
Ray whirled his spiky orange head back at him. His eyes were lit with fire, and he growled fiercely. He tightened his fist one last time before striking at the man and yelling, "Shut the fuck up you little prick!"
At that moment, the man had fallen completely out of consciousness. Ray slammed his head against the concrete, hoping for it to hit hard enough in order to fracture his skull.
The rusty orange raccoon arose to his feet. Wiping the blood from his face with the sleeve of his shirt, he took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"R-Ray?" I called nervously.
Ray shifted his crimson colored irises toward me, then back at the man. He began to walk, a slow, steady pace as his pupils searched the two thugs for any signs of movement.
"You okay?" he asked, extending his right arm out to me.
Though I couldn't help but feel a bit frightened by the sudden change in Ray's appearance. His nose was still bleeding, and his eyes appeared blank, and full of hatred. His clothes were tattered and his hands were stained with blood. He tried rubbing them against the sides of his shorts, but it was no use.
Thunder echoed among the skies while lighting flashed abruptly. The streets were still busy with motion despite the late hour, and the honking of car horns and soft chatters filled the alleyways of the city.
"Well, come on," said Ray. "I'm pretty sure Fasha and the others are worried sick about you. The least I can do is get you home safely."
"We'll have to keep out of the way from any open areas," I told him. "We don't want people questioning our reasons for being out so late at night."
Ray remained silent as he jammed his hands into his pockets. He started for the exit of the alley, spitting on one of the men as he passed by them. I sighed, looking up at the large rain clouds, and quickly caught up to him.
I wander... My head spun with confusion as I watched the street raccoon walk ahead of me. What exactly was it that ticked him off like that?