“I said no”, he pulled his backpack out of the man’s hands, stumbling backwards and falling off his crutches. He wastes no time and kicks at legs in front of him, cast and all. He had no intention of going back home right now, he didn’t care what they did to him.
“Excuse me, what’s going on here?” He had just been wandering around, only to stumble on what looked like an assault. Involving the boy he met just a week or so ago, no less. Alistair moved to help the boy up, peering suspiciously at the man who was trying to take his book-bag.











