Courtesy of LK: Struggle...

A leg pressed hard on Malix's back. I need to save her!! I need to help her!! He pushed the ground with both hands, the leg's pressure increased. I've got to move, move forward! Move!!

Pepper saw how Malix was fighting. She could sense the agony in each movement he made. The pain, the hopelessness, the guilt... The harrassment was insignificant under comparison. But in Malix's eyes, nothing was more important than that.

His fingers bled onto the gravel floor. Nonetheless, he kept his stare on the knife, and pulled hard at the floor before him. The skin on his palms begin breaking.

"Useless! Give up!"
"Pepper! Dont' touch Pepper!!"
"Just give up, stop the mindless screaming."
"Stop! Pepper! Stop!!"

Tears welled up unconsciously. Eyes not used to contacts, sharp pain caused Malix to blink uncontrollably. His vision blurred. Pepper's silhouette remained. One by one, those he had let down appeared. He can hear their voices. He can comprehend their reproach.But he can't touch any of them, he can't reach any of them.

None of them, not even the one just in front of him.

Futility...

He gritted his teeth and pulled his body off the ground. The numbness was restricting his strength, but at least he still is conscious. Enough wallowing, I have to act. I'll make up for all the wrongs. I MUST! Malix raised his head to the oncoming footsteps. THUD!

A hand pulled Malix's hair. Another gripped him by the jaws and raised his head. The burning sensation in his nose is slowly nulled by the numbness. A girl was screaming in front of him. At the same time, the blurred image was speaking. His mind was still blank, trying to figure out what is happening.

"You should wake up by now." The voice boomed. Everything switched back on, and Malix was shocked to see Pepper's blouse torn terribly. The red guy was the one holding his head, smirking at him. The shock on Malix's face widened the grin even more. Bursting into laughter, he slapped Malix's face haughtily. Each slap sent waves of pain through Malix's neck. He could have gotten an injured spine with a kick of that power. Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes and bit his lower lip.

Pepper's shout broke his concentration. The guy in red had walked over to Pepper. Malix's eyes followed the guy's right arm, raising up, and swinging across Pepper's face. SLAP! Pepper's blood trickled down her chin. The knife hit the ground in front of Malix. Seems like Pepper saved him from a serious attack. But the switch of attention got her back into trouble.

With swift actions, the guys tore Pepper's tattered blouse and tied up her arms and legs. Pepper kept her cool, silently glaring at the guy holding Malix. However, Malix could barely keep sane. Bursting into movement, the guy's loose grip allowed Malix to take a few steps forward. That was before he slumped into the ground. His whole back was unresponsive, it was almost impossible to get his body upright.

The red guy hopped back over to pick up the knife. "Now, for the bottom." He remarked, glancing over his shoulder at Malix. Malix's eyes dilated as he let out a piercing scream.

Recollections

It was a sunny day. The three was running around in the field with their waterguns. Giggling and squealing, the children's laughter filled the air. They went on at it for 10 minutes, refilled their guns, and started the squirting again. Malix was panting heavily by the third round. He was the weakest, spending much time with his books. Only Pepper could get him away from the books.

As they rested for the third time, Malix could hardly keep his head clear. His body was badly exhausted. His eyes could hardly focus, and his legs were getting numb. He shook his head,"I'm tired, I need some rest." and tried to make his way back into the house. Pepper went forward immediately to help, gripping his left arm tightly. Mixy helped the two with their guns. Step by step, they then proceeded slowly, awkwardly. His left leg gave way. Stumbling onto Pepper, she fell as well. Mixy hurriedly dropped the toys to check on them. Standing back onto her feet, Pepper smiled and helped Malix back up. When they got back into the house, the children flopped down onto the floor. Malix then noticed, Pepper's left ankle was terribly swollen.

It was just after the rain, and the canal was flooded. "Hey Malix and Mixy!! Come over quick!!" Pepper was waving enthusiastically beside the canal. "Coming!!" Mixy dropped her toys onto the ground. Malix did not have the chance to stop her, she was dashing for the canal. Looking at Mixy and Pepper's faces, he could not help feeling helpless. There was no discouraging them when they wore those expressions. He could only sigh.

As he jogged, the voice warned him, "Faster, I smell trouble." No sooner were the words spoken, a scream was heard. Pepper threw her arms up into the air, and slid off the wet pavement. The two girls' eyes widened as Pepper dropped down in front of Mixy. Pepper's body splashed into the water. Mixy stood rooted, covering her mouth with her hands.

The room was dimly lit. The table lamp was the only source of light. Beside the lamp was a small empty vase, and a half-full bowl of Chinese medicine. Pepper was lying in bed, her face pale and eyes barely open. She gave a weak smile," I'm alright. Just wait for me, I'll play again soon. Malix, you must come too, okay?" Malix smiled back.

Pepper health deteriorated drastically due to the incident, and it was soon that Pepper's family decided to migrate for medical treatment.

Once again, it's me...

*I need some help here*

Ok, I hate to admit this but, I don't know what to do now...
I happily followed (classmate) Chao's fantasies, and find that I don't know what's best to continue.
He wanted him to lose, then the two to come together and do some "lovers' moves".
So, any comments on advancements in plots?
And yea, I need some help setting up a tagboard. Thx in advance.

Courtesy of Chao: The sec fight (cont)...

The baldie stood back up. Blood was beginning to flow out of the wound. He curled his lips into a snarl. The eyes were giving off an eerie glint. Malix tried to avoid his glare. Looking around, he found that the shocked expressions were gone. The guys were grinning, confidently. It was impossible not to be affected...

Pepper broke his trance. "Get him back for me. You can do it." He turned to meet her eyes. The discomfort was flushed away. Looking at her, he could feel his energy gather back. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, something moved. He dropped onto all fours, and threw his weight forward. The heels swung right into baldie's face.

As he flipped back onto his feet, he kept his eyes on the body. The slam did not knock him down, and that kick did not make him stay down for long. There was no guarantee he is not going to stand back up once more. He could feel his own knee aching, the guy's head definitely had taken great damage. Any other normal person would have gotten a cracked skull when rammed into the wall like that. He bit his lower lip and waited. Seconds passed, and the body was still. Then he began to relax. He could hear his own heartbeat, and feel the thumping in his chest. Awareness of his surroundings returned. The rest of the gang came back into sight, even though they had always been in his field of vision. Hostility filled the air once again.

His knees bent once more. This position is one he was familiar with. But somehow, this one was different. He could not pin-point the problem, and had no excess capacity to do so. Five muscular guys are standing in front of him, threatening to confront him all at once. And the sixth he just beat had shown him they were not normal guys.

The one in red moved first, and bent down beside the bald one. Taking his time, he fumbled around the body. "I guess you're the first to knock down this brainless guy, other than us of course." he chuckled. He seemed rather glad despite his comrade being knocked cold. As he stood up, his grin grew up wider. His eyes were cold and unfriendly. They were almost reptilian.

With a flick of the wrist, a swiss army knife flew straight for Malix's face. Malix's reflexes made him skip to the left. *Wince* A sharp pain shot up his right leg. Stumbling as all his weight fell to his left, he saw the guy close in. Oof, the knee slammed straight into him. Malix rolled a few metres from the impact. He had managed to block in time, but the force of the kick was too strong. Malix's body stopped listening to him, any attempts to get back up was futile. Legs started to surround him. One by one, they began kicking him. He could barely hear Pepper begging them to stop. Stop... Stop kicking... Pepper... Pepper needs my help... His thoughts grew louder and louder as the noise of the kicks slowly becomes inaudible.

Courtesy of Chao: The second fight...

Malix could not concentrate on the test. His head was still whirling round the fight before school. Losing was expected, but to be saved was a shock. It should have been a pleasant surprise, but the person was a shock. Malix, wrote down the answer nonchalantly, multitasking was just another day's job. At the same time, the left hand propping up his head, reached for a pencil. Pepper...

The paper was relatively easy, at least that is what he felt. He stepped lightly out of the school compound. Mixy, had to stay back to study with her friends, or rather, she stayed back to tutor them. Turning round the corner, he glanced at where he had a fight just a few hours ago. He fingered the bruise on his neck...

He was exhausted and in pain. He gathered his strength and sat up. As he saw the stick being raised, he braced for another blow. A sudden breeze blew, and the smell of jasmine filled the air. Two long slender legs appeared and kicked at incredible speed and height, and with such power that knocked the two thugs out cold with a blow each. The skirt fluttered in the breeze. In front him stood a lean but shapely girl. Holding the shoes in her hands, she was barefooted. Two buttons of her blouse unfastened, and shoulder length hair untied, she looked rugged and fierce. Then she smiled...

The casual pace picked up, and by the time he got back to reality, he was running. Malix stopped to look around, he had been running blindly. Lost? Think so. I need to backtrack. He turned around and took a few steps. "No, not there." a voice spoke out. Instinctively, he looked around for the source of the voice. No one's around... No wait, I think I hear something...

He peered over the wall. Six powerfully-built guys surrounded Pepper, who was lying on the floor. One of the guys wearing black held her up, as another in red scrutinised every inch of her. The bald one went forward and pushed back her hair, revealing her exotic features. Gasp! Everyone was stunned by her beauty. "Heheh, just my type." the baldie broke the silence. His hand ran down her smooth cheeks. Suddenly, her eyes opened up into a menacing glare. Taken aback, the bald guy stumbled back. Her legs had sufficient space, and thrust straight into his abdomen.

"Futile effort!" the guy holding her up yelled. The rest of the gang stepped forward to subdue her. While two grabbed hold of her legs, the guy in red got out a swiss army knife. A flick of the wrist, and the blouse was torn. Pepper struggled even harder, desperately. The baldie snatched the knife over and pressed it against her face. There was no need for words, his expression conveyed the threats to her clearly. The menace slowly switched into a vile grin, as he slowly lowered the knife to her neck, then down to her chest, slowly cutting open the blouse. THUD! The baldie was brought head-first onto the gravel floor.

Battle Start. Now's time for me to repay the favour.

Second Character...

Mixy scanned the back row. She shook her head. Being late on a test day, just how much is he going to slack? A couple of guys waved at her. She turned back to the front coldly. It was going to be 7 soon, and the invigilator would be here any minute...

"All right, I'm taking the attendance now..." the invigilator went through the list of names. "All right, so everyone for class 01 'cept for Malix is here, am I right?" he announced, scanning the class once more for the sign of the geeky retainee. "Looks like someone's going to be retained for another year, huh." He smirked, giving a shrug. The guy had always turned up late for his class, bombarded him with incessant rebuttals. Now getting rid of him shouldn't be a problem, bad conduct for two years will be his undoing.

"Who are you talking about Sir?" a sarcastic voice rang from the back of the room. The whole class turned to the back of the class for a look. The seat is still empty. "Who said that?" an annoyed expression slowly took over the confident grin. "I repeat, who said that? Own up now!" The whole class hustled, whispers and murmurings filled the room. As the invigilator opened his mouth again, the voice shot out again, from the same spot. "It's me, here, under the table!" It was Malix's voice. The agitated invigilator wasted no time hesitating, he propped down onto all fours and peered to the back of the class.

The class was silent, for a while. Mixy suddenly shrieked, jumping up onto her feet, hands pulling the skirt. "Hey!! What are you looking at!!" The rest of the girls caught the message, and all jumped onto their feet, screaming. The invigilator was lost for words. Hands up in front of him, he tried to defend himself. The guys from the class began appraoching the invigilator as well. In face with a 20-men strong mob, the invigilator could only stumbled backwards. The distance was closing by the second, and he needed to do something. Explaining was futile, but if they are not calmed down, he cannot guarantee his own safety...

Away from the commotion, Mixy showed a thumbs-up with a right, and Malix stood at the back door grinning triumphantly.