they said we'd fade away {Benji}

[MARCUS OTTER]

Marcus hated waiting for fights, it was the most tedious thing imaginable- at least for him, being someone to induce riots where ever he traveled. These guys had told him to be there at four, and the time on his phone had past that a long time ago. The sun was starting to dip down below the trees, peeking through the branches and the Ferris-wheel.

This place looked like something out of a horror movie, and Marcus wasn't sure how he felt about that. He and horror movies didn't really mix well, although very few people knew this fact. His jaw was locked, gritting his teeth, as if already agitated by something, which he very well could've been. It didn't take much of anything at all to aggravate Marcus.

He still had hints of the last fight he'd been on etched into a blistering cut on the side of his jaw, and a faded bruise across his cheek. Probably not the best state to be in when he was about to head into another fight. But Marcus wasn't ever too concerned about his own well-being.

His ears perked slightly at the sound of a car door and his eyes swept in the direction of a few distant figures approaching the park. Getting up from his spot on the gravel, he dusted his jeans off and narrowed his eyes to get a better look at them.

There were definitely more than they'd told him there would be. Marcus didn't really seem too bother by it, though. It just meant there was more ass for him to kick. Cracking his knuckles at his side silently, he took a few steps toward them taking the lot of them in. Five. Two of them a bit bigger than him. He wasn't worried about the other three, though. If he could get a few good hits in, he could narrow down the fight to one of these bigger guys.

"Travis here's gonna be callin' the fight." One of the bigger guys informed him, spitting sunflower seeds out to his side before looking back to Marcus, sizing him up as well.

Marcus only nodded shortly, squaring his shoulders a bit, having to stop himself from clenching his fists. His old trainer had always told him it let out too much force at the beginning of a fight and left him with nothing to go on towards the end. Boxing didn't always help him in his street fights, but that knowledge had seemed to get him further. He could already see two of the others with their knuckles clenched shut tight, anticipating the fight.

"No one's gotta stop unless someone says to. 'Til then, you keep goin' 'til you're knocked out." the guy Marcus figured must be Travis told them before stepping back a bit, making room. Marcus decided that was good enough reason to get started, and he had one of the smaller guys down on the gravel in a second, driving his fist into the boy's ribs, pulling back to hit him again only to be yanked back by the arm.

Marcus was able to wrestle his way out from under the brawny, bald-headed male, kicking him in the gut before hurrying back onto his feet.

The third guy he'd been looking to take down showed up behind him, grabbing around the neck and shoving him back towards the ground. One of the other guys had scrambled up to push his face down in the gravel and Marcus had to turn his head to the side to keep from getting it in his eyes.

Maybe someone else would've called for it to stop by now, especially when it was clear Marcus wasn't going to be winning this one, but Marcus was stubborn like that. He continued to thrash back at the boys pinning him down and kicking him hard just below the ribs. No, there was no quitting for him. They'd just have to knock him out.

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Benji hadn't felt quite like himself in such a long time that this 'new him' was beginning to make a permanent appearance. The thin boy wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not. Of course, he had been praised on his good behaviour - Percy had even called him a saint. But was he enjoying himself? Was this really what he wanted from life, or was he kidding himself. His party lifestyle had made him, but it had also ruined him. But Benji had been seriously rethinking his life; did he want to trail Percy around like a lost puppy for the rest of his life, when Percy had made it clear that he wasn't interested in a relationship? Or did he want to return to the boy he had been in high school? Someone fun, energetic, narcissistic...

He had spent the afternoon in his dorm room, completing Law essays and remixing music videos. Of course he had enjoyed the music more than the law, but he wasn't even sure this was what he wanted. Maybe he could become a tattoo artist, something completely unrelated. Something Percy wouldn't even question and they could both get on with their lives separately. Throwing his pen down on the desk he groaned and ran his fingers through his soft hair. He needed some fresh air, a change of scenery.

Grabbing a sweater and throwing it over his head he made his way out of the door and into the corridors, darting past drunk students and angry girlfriends. Benji couldn't help but smirk as he made his way into the parking lot and flung open the door to his car, sliding - quite gracefully - into the drivers seat. Revving the engine and swerving out of the parking lot, he was gone.

The road was quiet, everyone already inside as the sun dipped low over the tall trees. It was strange, almost like Vegas had turned onto a ghost town. But weirdly pleasant. He pulled off the main road and dipped his headlights, a little lost. Getting out of the car he looked around for a moment before deciding to lock up and go for a walk.

He could hear muffled voices long before he saw the lights of the abandoned fun park. He frowned; stepping, almost silently, through the forest until he was on the edge of the park. He peered behind one of the trees and was unsurprised to see Marcus Otter on the floor being beaten up by a load of other guys. Benji couldn't help but smile fondly at the memories of himself and Marcus taking out a football team together.

Alright guys, I think that's enough... he shouted coming out from behind the tree. Immediately the guys turned to look at him as he raised his hand to wave at Marcus. He walked over to the other boy and bent down, a smile on his face; Alright there, cupcake? he asked before turning so quickly that the guy next to him took a whole ten seconds to realise that a skinny tattooed guy had punched his square in the jaw. Just enough distraction to allow Benji to get Marcus back on his feet.

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[MARCUS OTTER]

The pain in his side was starting to grow with each poorly aimed kick. He knew that one kick off-target could easily break a rib. He wasn't too worried, though, rolling over slightly he grabbed the leg coming down for his side again and yanked the guy down. Marcus made to get up onto his feet but found himself shoved back into the gravel.

He was just starting to squirm around onto his back to grab a hold of another guy's leg when he heard a strangely familiar voice from not far off. Leaning up on his elbows as much as he could, he squinted off in the distance to where a skinny figure stood. He knew that skinny figure. He just couldn't place it at the moment, not with blood oozing out of a cut on his brow.

As the person neared, a smirk began to spread across Marcus's face, reaching a hand up to wipe blood off his bottom lip, and taking the quick opportunity he had when Benji had punched one of the guys to get back to his feet.

Turning briefly to Benji, he raised a brow,
"Don't expect you around this scene much anymore. Missed me that much, huh?" He teased, ducking as one of the men throw a punch, taking him down a second later by the waist. Marcus wouldn't admit it, but it was a good thing Benji had shown up when he had. He wasn't sure how much longer he could've been able to stay conscious during that. He brushed it off in favor of putting a nice dent in one guy's face.

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Benji laughed lightly, throwing a punch at a guy who'd aimed for his face. Ducking he avoided a near hit and diverted another guy's path into a nearby tree. Shut up Marcus, he grinned, nudging the other lightly before someone else's fist met his stomach. Doubling over he frowned, unable to remember why he'd thought getting into a fight would be a good idea. Especially with Marcus. He wasn't used tot he pain anymore, having lived in luxury for so long. He needed to man up, get out more, enjoy life while he could.

Straightening up he turned and avoided another fist to his face, just as someone else tripped over their own feet. Benji stood in shock for a moment before he turned to see Marcus having a great time with another guy. I heard about your boyfriend, he shouted over, kneeing some guy in the stomach, bad luck, he always was a good fuck, he added, half throwing his target in Marcus' direction.

If anything would put Marcus in a bad mood, and give them the upper hand, it would be talking about Dorian. Benji had never been too sure where that whole relationship had been going - he had been too preoccupied with his own at the time. But Marcus had changed slightly since high school, but Benji wasn't sure how, or why.

After a few more minutes, Benji stood with a bloody nose, cut lip and ripped jeans. He'd lost his glasses and his watch was in pieces on the floor. He winced slightly as he licked the blood from his lip, his eye throbbing, no doubt bruising slightly. But still the fight went on, and there was no way he was backing down now.

Oh just give up already, he sneered, as some guy punched his jaw. Benji spat out a mouthful of blood, though he doubted it was from the blow.

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[MARCUS OTTER]

He could tell it had been a while since Benji had done anything remotely close to fighting. Bruises were already starting to become apparent in spots where he'd only been hit once or twice. Still, at least the boy got a few good punches in and kept one or two of the other guys busy while Marcus went to work on kicking the shit out of the guy who'd shoved him into the gravel a few minutes earlier.

Smirking down at the doubled over Benji, he gave one more kick to the guy on the ground before his eyes narrowed over in Benji's direction. Of course he'd bring that up. No one could just leave it alone. Focusing the growing aggravated energy into reeling back with his arm and slamming his knuckles into the face of the guy who'd been shoved in his direction. Grabbing him by both shoulders he pulled him forward to headbutt ruthlessly. Two down. Three to go. Letting him drop, he glanced back over to Benji, running his tongue over his still bleeding lip,

"He wasn't my boyfriend." He pointed out as he held an already bloodied and tiring kid by the neck, throwing angry punches at his face as he glared over to Benji, "And there are plenty of good fucks in Vegas. So, I think I'll live." He grumbled as he released the now half-conscious boy to allow him to drop limply to the ground.

"Heard about you and your ex. You really cried over that little shit for that long?" Marcus scoffed, as he twisted the arm of one of the last-standing.

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Benji had just ducked a few more blows before he really had had enough. Sure, it was all fun and games until someone got badly injured and Benji was defiant it wasn't going to be him. Kneeing one of the guys in the stomach his fist colliding with the top of the guy's head, the other was down for the count. Straightening up Benji breathed out, his eyes glancing over to where Marcus has the last two dancing around him.

Benji didn't bother intervening, it was clear on a two to one battle that Marcus was going to win. Still, a little friendly encouragement never went amiss. I dunno, you seemed pretty exclusive. Still, if you don't want him, I bet there's a million guys who do - right? It's no skin off your back. he smirked, and wiped his bloody nose with the back of his hand.

He frowned, stiffening slightly at the mention of Percy. Clenching his jaw he shrugged his shoulders as the last man fell to the ground. Yeah, guess I did, he said simply, using the bottom of his shirt to wipe the last off the blood away. Still, if he's going to choose Simon over me, it's clearly his loss. That douche wouldn't have lasted three seconds. he said, referring to the groans and grumbled of the men laying on the floor.

He smirked to himself and then at Marcus, breaking out into a fit of laughter at the other. You look like shit. c'mon, I'll buy you a drink, he offered, heading back in the direction he had come from.

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