Eventually, Chris got out of the hospital, and tried training a bit the best way he knew. Though it didn't take long before his fears became reality.
“Chris you filthy bastard!”
Chris gasped. “Nick, I didn't mean to!”
“SHUT UP! You think I've been bad before? That was nothing compared to what I'm about to do to you! My life has been **** lately!”
Nick took out a knife from his pocket. Foolmo was standing behind him with a grin on his face.
“No wait, you can't be serious, I was in the hospital for a while, isn't that enough? Please, I'll do... anything...”
“No can do you little wuss. You should have thought about that training earlier. You life ends here. Foolmo hold him up bro.”
Foolmo held Chris's legs and arms down, so Nick could kill him without even struggling. He held the knife at Chris' throat.
“Any last words or whatever they say?”
“Let me go!”
Suddenly a rock came came flying, knocking the knife away from Nick!
“Augh so close, who the hell is there!?”
“Hey, keep your hands off of my brother, you hear me!”
“Cobain, I'm so relieved, what a lucky coincidence!”
“Heh, I enjoyed seeing you train. Now for you troublemakers, if it's a fight you want you're getting one!”
“What?” Foolmo said that while laughing.
“I mean come on, sure you're two years older, but do you really think you can beat two of us? We're too tough for you.”
Cobain went over and lifted Foolmo in his shirt.
“You piece of ****. Don't think you're worth anything!”
Then Cobain threw Foolmo away and kicked Nick in the face. Nick fell to the ground, coughing up blood.
“I don't want to pick on someone younger than me, but in this case you give me no choice!”
Nick was down, Cobain was above his level. However, Foolmo saw his chance to pick the knife up, then he held Chris.
“Dammit, big brother, help!”
“I got him Cobain, you can't do a thing now. You went straight for Nick, but forget about me. Dumb mistake.” Foolmo laughed.
“Hey... nice going bro.” Nick told him.
“I'm personally gonna kill you and Nick as well if you don't throw that knife away right now!”
“No you wont!” Foolmo yelled to a now silent Cobain. “I know you, and you're not that kind of revolutionary right? You don't want to kill people that could help turning the WR over in any way. Even if it means the chance of you being the one would decrease!”
“That's bull****! If you did anything to my brother, I'd go berserk!” Cobain then yelled.
Chris started thinking. I can't do anything, while Cobain is out there putting his life on his line to help me. That's not how I want to be. I can do something too! I don't wanna live a life full of regrets!
Struggling, Chris managed to get free from Foolmo's grip, so that he lost the knife. Chris had an opportunity here, since Foolmo was surprised, so he turned around and punched him in the face.
“Stay away bastards!”
“Whoa, good job little brother.” Cobain said that while smiling relieved.
“Damn you guys!” Nick was still conscious. “This does it Chris. We're rivals now. I'm gonna train way harder than you, then out in the world... I'm gonna kill you someday.”
“Shut your mouth little brat!” Cobain told him.
“You're gonna get in trouble for this you know!” Nick yelled back.
“People will understand the situation we were in. And besides, as a revolutionary, I don't even care.”
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