"Possibliity of Peace" (standard:Inspirational stories, 1408 words)
Author: kickboxrko	Added: Jan 04 2003	Views/Reads: 3514/2270	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Story of a young, charismatic boy, who has high hopes for changing things in the future. Not making flying cars but changing the world in a bigger way. Much bigger. This is only the begaiining not even close to done. Chapters will be added.

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big mouth?” he asked. Jose didn't reply instead, hightailed it out of 
there. They both managed to run about a block before they were caught. 
The gang was older, and faster. At that time, Pablo lost the memory. 
All he remembered were them exchanging words, a glare came from Jesus, 
and the fight broke out. Though the 2 boys were slightly smaller and 
younger, they had one advantage over the gang. They were taught a style 
of fighting only found in South America called “?????”. It was a deadly 
art, and it saved there lives more then once. But this time, they were 
outnumbered. They fought anyway. Pablo immediately changed into his 
“kanta” stance. One of the boys rushed at him with a shoulder charge. 
At the last second, Pablo sidestepped and delivered a fierce blow as a 
gift for the unsuccessful attack. One boy was out. At the same time, 
Jose was attacked with a choke. Chokes were extremely hard to get out 
off. But Jose took his training seriously, and delivered a head shot to 
the attacker's nose, breaking it instantly. As Jose was regaining his 
senses, one of the remaining attackers brandished a knife from his worn 
out boots. In this situation, Jose was warned never to let them swipe, 
or better yet, don't fight it. Not if you have to. But Jose had no 
choice. The knife came at him faster then he could move, and he was 
sliced up in the arm. Pablo tried to help his friend, but he in return 
received a knee shot to the nose. The blood stained the ground. Pain 
rushed into Pablo's mind, and he almost lost consciousness. He knew 
though, that his friend needed him, so he stayed fought the 
overwhelming desire to pass out. He delivered a fierce kick to the 
knife attacker's groin, followed by an elbow strike to a pressure point 
directly underneath his armpit. That crippled him. Now there were only 
2 attackers left, the leader, and one more goon. But they were both 
losing consciousness. And the gash Jose received wasn't healing at all. 
The blood...kept...It was too distributing to recount. They knew they 
had to act fast. Run if they could, they had done all they could. But 
Jose was in no condition to run, and he to be losing consciousness. 
Pablo acted fast, and pleaded with the leader to let them go. But the 
leader's anger was too much. He signaled to his last goon. The goon 
punched Jose in his injury. Jose screamed out in pain. It was horrible 
to listen too. It was too agonizing for his friend Pablo. Pablo then 
made a horrible mistake. For one moment, he closed his eyes. Before he 
knew it, he was reeling in pain, blood stained on his clothes, and he 
was lying on the street. He lost consciousness this time, and the last 
thing he saw was his friend being surrounded. They made a circle around 
him, closing in, like a pack of hungry lionesses! He faded to black. 


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