David took out his pocket knife and attacked the junkies. He punched one of them and stabbed another one in the leg. This one howled in pain and stumbled back before falling to the ground. He would be out of commission for a while. 

David swung his knife at the alpha junkie, but he stumbled back in time to avoid the hit. Meanwhile, the guy David punched sneaked up on him and kicked him in the back of his knee. The orphan’s leg lost its stability, and this left him open to having the ruffian jump on top of him, immobilizing David against the ground with his weight.

“Let me go, you brainless cunt!” He struggled to get rid of the attacker with no sign of success. That guy was just too fat.

The alpha junkie stepped on his wrist, and the orphan let go of his weapon with a painful grunt.

He grabbed the weapon and looked at it. It was a good knife... Maybe he could keep it as a trophy? 

“Adam, get up!” Spice ordered. 

Adam got up, his head still spinning. He picked up what was left of the bottle, with which they hit him in the head, and used it to attack the alpha junkie. He let out a cry of pain and let go of the pocketknife when he felt the sharp glass penetrate his shoulder.

“What the fuck!?” Exclaimed another of the ruffians, upon hearing his leader’s cries of pain, but his shock was interrupted by a kick to the head, knocking him out cold.

David didn’t waste time getting up and picking up his weapon from the ground. 

The alpha junkie was coming back, and he had so much cocaine and adrenaline in his veins that the pain in his shoulder wasn’t holding him back anymore. And the guy David stabbed in the leg was in the same situation.

The orphans joined back to back and examined the situation. David had a knife and muscle, and Adam had a mean kick and punch, but the two juggernauts had the power of liquid courage and foolishness on their side. They probably weren’t going down without some actual broken bones.

“Let’s leave the smaller one conscious,” Adam ordered after a few seconds of looking around.

“You sure?” David thought it would be best to just knock them out.

“Yeah. Slice his arm. But not his wrist. We want to subdue him, not kill him.”

“Ok…” David obliged, tightening his grip on the knife’s handle.

Adam ran, picked up part of a broken metal pipe, and charged at the giant. He tried to grab the orphan. But Adam slipped right between his legs, quickly turned around, and shoved the rusty pipe in the back of the junkie’s knee. He howled in pain and fell to his knees. Adam took the opportunity, and round kicked him in the head, putting him to sleep.

Meanwhile, David walked up to his target, which was stumbling like a zombie. He tried to grab the kid, but David dodged and punched him right in the nose, stunning him and making an opening to stab him in his upper arm and push the knife down, slicing him from shoulder to elbow, tearing flesh and muscle and splattering the orphan with blood. Thank God David’s clothes were black... His target dropped to the ground, holding his arm and screaming while rocking from one side to another.

“It’s done, what now?” David asked, cleaning his knife on the junkie's pants and storing it away, but Adam did not answer him.

Adam looked around. He got closer to the whimpering guy and looked down on him, putting on his "you're pathetic" face.

“Go fetch your friends’ IDs. And I want yours too.” Adam ordered.

“What?” the guy asked, looking up.

Adam stomped on the guy’s knee, shattering it. The sound of cartilage and bones breaking sent a shiver down David’s spine and made him take a step back.

“DID I FUCKING STUTTER?!” He yelled next to the junkie’s ear. 

“Good job” Spice congratulated, seeing that Adam remembered what she had taught him in her “How to send a message 101” classes.

“Oh fuck! My knee! Fuck! O-ok!” he whimpered. His adrenaline was the only thing keeping him from fainting at this point.

The junkie obeyed. The orphans felt a little bad watching him drag himself through the ground like a wounded dog.

“Yeah, these seem real enough,” Adam shoved the IDs in his pocket “Do you have a cell phone?”

“It’s in my coat’s pocket,” he said with a trembling voice. “I don’t want any more trouble, dude! Just take what you want, please…” he pleaded, trying to hand Adam a gray cell phone that looked like a brick.

“I don’t want your phone! Call an ambulance, idiot!”

“Ok…” his hands were trammeling.

“You’ll tell them the following: You and your friends were chilling here, and then you were attacked by a group of five white bald dudes, and they were jacked as fuck. Ok?” he instructed.

“Yes…” He pressed the call button and waited, “I-I need help,” said the guy, when he heard the voice of the operator “Me and my friends were attacked by these... jacked whi-white dudes and...” the ruffian explained “I have a sliced arm, and my friends fainted, a-and I think they shattered my kneecap... Ok, I think we can handle three minutes. Thank you...”

“What if they try to rat you out at the hospital?” Spice asked. “Maybe you could cut their tongues? But then they could still write... What do we do in this situation, Adam?” She asked, with the same tone a teacher uses to push for her students.

“Why do you think I asked for the IDs?” he thought.

Adam nudged the guy’s head with his shoe to call his attention. Then he showed him the part on his ID where it said his address and his parents’ names.

“Talk, and we’ll finish you off for good.”

“O-ok…” he said with a trembling voice.

“Come on, let’s get out of here…” Adam walked away.

“Ok,” David followed him after flipping off the guys.

“You kids go ahead, I’ll make sure they don’t try anything funny. And clean around a little bit.” She said before getting out of Adam’s head.

“Thanks...” Adam whispered.