Target Practive - Side Story Part VI (Patreon)

Vincent - "That's better"

Vincent was smirking as he held Ned by the shoulder"

Vincent "Now it just looks like you do neddy boy, damaged goods."

Ned just stood there, trapped, tied to the pole, with nowhere to go, the cold evening breeze now chilling his body, almost as much as the two bullies with him were, he was terrified, he knew as soon as Vincent let him go, Max was going to aim the ball he was holding directly at his head, so he took one last opportunity to scream, this time he screamed louder then he thought he ever had in his life.

"SOMEBODY! PLEASE, SOMEBODY, HELP ME!"

Vincent smiled and took his arm away from Ned's shoulder. Vincent laughed

Vincent - "There's no one here for you."

Vincent - "Who would want to help someone like you in the first place?"

He looked over to max, who was still waiting impatiently with the ball he planned to use on Ned's face.

Vincent "He's all yours."

Max hefted the ball in his hands and got ready to take aim.

Max - "About time."

Suddenly out of the darkness came a voice, it was a strange voice, a mixture of calming, pleasant, but also with a hint of authority and command, it seemed like a shout to the two bullies, who looked at each other, but was in fact just a question.

Mystery voice - "who's down there? You'd better start talking NOW!"