[CW: Violence]

Caelan was excited to return home one last time.  He was certain his new life would be so much better.  He only wished he didn't have to worry about a certain big kid who probably wanted to kill him.  As he thought about the kid, he touched the kid's younger brother's sling shot.  It was nice.  Hopefully it would protect him if he needed it.  He went on his way from the bakery to his house, only half looking out for any trouble.  He didn't really expect any.  Besides he would use the sling shot in case he showed up.  Since he boarded up the window he hardly ever used anyway, he went in the usual way, through the front door.  As he picked the lock, he thought he heard a sound but didn't see anything when he turned around.  So he went back to picking the lock for the last time.

Once he got the door opened, that was when he was pushed inside by an unknown force.

Every time he was on an errand for Mr. Meijer, Noah would pass the house and wait for a bit to see if the little bastard would come out. Today was his lucky day.

He jumped out of his hiding place, pushed the boy inside, jumped on him and punched him in the face. Then he started searching the boy's pockets for weapons. He'd be smarter about that this time.

The boy was already on him and he punched him, probably blackening his left eye.  The boy was going in his pockets.  Caelan had to stop him before he found the lil brat's sling shot.  He used his hand to try to get the bigger boy's hands out of his pocket where the sling shot was.  He tried to turn over but wasn't able to under the kid's weight.  He tried to punch the boy's nose as hard as he could, hoping to break it.  

He could only wonder what his new employer would think if he came into work early the next morning with his face proof he had gotten into a fight.  Would he be able to keep the job and his beautiful new apartment?  Hopefully, he would allow him to explain before he fired him.

Noah saw it coming, but not in time to avoid the blow entirely. The punch hurt and distracted him for a moment, and his grip and balance weakened. But he pulled out his knife and set it on the boy's throat. "Don't move, or I'll slice you!"

He felt a cold feeling as the kid put a knife to his throat. Caelan reluctantly stopped all movement.

"Okay, okay." Caelan said. "You win. Now, what are you gonna do to me?" Unfortunately, Caelan couldn't hide the fact he was scared, he felt his hands shake. And his legs shook also as he looked at his attacker in fear for his life. And hatred. Given the chance he would take the knife and cut his fucking heart out. He should've been much more careful, watchful. But in a way, he had forgotten about him.

When the boy stopped moving again, Noah continued searching his pockets, found the knife, which he pocketed, and then the slingshot, which he held up for Caelan to see. "I'm going to make you suffer for hurting my brother." He put the slingshot away, and while the boy was defenseless, he fling back his elbow and punched the boy full in the face.

As Caelan lay there, he saw a fist go in his face and felt pain in his nose. Caelan felt something run down his cheek. He could only imagine it was blood from the blow. Caelan could only look up at the the bigger and stronger boy and thoughts of what else he might do to him flew through his mind. He didn't think he would look enough to go to work the next morning, ruining what would've been a great job and a greater place to live.

"You better kill me because I will get you back for this." He didn't expect the boy to be scared off. Just to think about the possibility that payback was a bitch. Caelan kinda knew that at this very moment.

"Ye can't do much without yer hands..." Noah said. He replaced the knife on Caelan's throat with his other hand, squeezing the boy's windpipe with his clutch. Then he brought the knife down to Caelan’s palm and without wincing, he drew the blade across the boy’s flesh.

Caelan screamed out in pain while getting cut. He tried to get his arms out from underneath the boy's knees, but couldn't. the boy's weight won out. Caelan had never wanted to hurt someone so much in his life. And yet, he was completely helpless. If he survived this attack, the boy would regret his actions. He and/or his brother would suffer as much as he was now. He expected the boy would beat him up, but not cut him with his knife. That crossed the line as far as Caelan was concerned. That scared him worse, because now he believed his life to be in very real danger. The stinging from his new wound hurt more than he would've thought it would. More blood flowing from his body and probably worse.

How long would it be before he could use his hand again? Would his job be in jeopardy now? it was bad to go to work with a black eye or broken nose. But it was worse to go with a wound that made it impossible to use your hand. This kid was gonna die and Caelan was pretty sure he was the one who would kill him given the chance. And it was gonna happen if he got the new life or not.

Once again, he made an attempt to turn over so he could get up, but the boy's weight didn't allow him to turn over. What else did this fuck have in mind to do to him? What else would he do to him?

Noah flinched a little at the screaming, but then he glared down at Caelan. "Had enough? Or shall we do the other as well? I'm not sure which one hit my brother, so I might just have to do both..." He felt powerful, with the boy completely at his mercy, and he liked the feeling. He suddenly understood what fucking Ben Ward had felt. Well, this time Noah was in a position of power. This twit would fear him, he'd make sure of that. He tightened his grip on the boy's throat. "Say you're sorry..."