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Rip Your Face Off Metal
Being a wiry guy, he usually avoided the mosh pits, but tonight, Dave was feeling brave. His favorite metal band, Misery Index, was on stage and there was a particularly brutal circle pit going. Most of his friends had joined in a set or two ago, leaving Dave safe on the sidelines, but Dave was tired of playing it safe. Lunging forward, his thin frame bounces off a much more muscular body, sending him spinning.
Hands on his back send him forward once more, his long, dark hair covering his brown eyes, so whoever he collided with next was a mystery to him. This collision left him winded but still on his feet. A helpful hand wrapped around his elbow, spinning him around once more before propelling him forward into the swirling, writhing mass of bodies before him. Just before contact, Dave thought he heard his friend's laugh, but it was too late to call for help, to change his mind. Ricocheting off of the mob, Dave was turned and slammed about until his footing gave out.
There was a moment of shock as he registered that he is starting up at the ceiling, before the pain set in. Outside perspective saw Dave go down, his head bounce off the concrete flooring of the venue, but there was nothing to be done. As Dave was slow to get up, the circle pit raged on. A foot slammed into his side, the pain a nasty wake up call to his groggy mind. He struggled to get up, only to catch a knee to the face. The cartilage gave way instantly, a warm gush of blood rolling down Dave's panicked face.
Normally, he'd have been picked up by now. A concerned spectator would have drug him to safety. But the crowd was too frenzied, too drunk off drink specials, and not enough people saw Dave's plight to actually halt the pit. A heavy foot came down on Dave's hand, and he tried to scream out, but the noise is strangled by the blood from his broken nose pouring down his throat and the music is too loud to have his gargled pleas heard.
A charging young buck of a metal head caught Dave unaware, his shin slamming into Dave's temple. Tripping, the man struggled to stop, to pull Dave out of danger, but his forward momentum carried him out of reach. He shouted for people to stop as he fought to get back to Dave's side, but it's too little, too late. A heavy set guy in reinforced work boots staggered over Dave, the toe of his boot catching on already blood stained cheekbone. The delicate bone structure shattered easily, the skin torn from it's usual perch.
As the big man went down, his shin drug along the boy's abused face, further dislodging his pale flesh. The boot scrapped along the wound, tearing the loose flesh off completely. The flesh chunk littered on the floor, a grotesque blob of skin tone and red. Another body added to the pile, its weight grinding Dave's face into the concrete, busting open his brow as well. Finally, someone came to his rescue, though in his rush, his foot landed on the hunk of skin. The slick, gory underbelly caused his footing to slip slightly, a corner tearing off under the weight of his heel.
Dave was lifted off the floor, blood streaming from his busted face, his once handsome, angular features swollen and painful to look at. A more adventurous soul picked up the fleshy lump and placed it gently on Dave's chest. His friends hurried to the boys side, but recoil in horror at the sight of the damage done, letting him be carried towards the door, the sound of sirens quickly approaching.
By all means, any and all comments are welcome, constructive criticism, praise, or boos. You know, feedback.
Being a wiry guy, he usually avoided the mosh pits, but tonight, Dave was feeling brave. His favorite metal band, Misery Index, was on stage and there was a particularly brutal circle pit going. Most of his friends had joined in a set or two ago, leaving Dave safe on the sidelines, but Dave was tired of playing it safe. Lunging forward, his thin frame bounces off a much more muscular body, sending him spinning.
Hands on his back send him forward once more, his long, dark hair covering his brown eyes, so whoever he collided with next was a mystery to him. This collision left him winded but still on his feet. A helpful hand wrapped around his elbow, spinning him around once more before propelling him forward into the swirling, writhing mass of bodies before him. Just before contact, Dave thought he heard his friend's laugh, but it was too late to call for help, to change his mind. Ricocheting off of the mob, Dave was turned and slammed about until his footing gave out.
There was a moment of shock as he registered that he is starting up at the ceiling, before the pain set in. Outside perspective saw Dave go down, his head bounce off the concrete flooring of the venue, but there was nothing to be done. As Dave was slow to get up, the circle pit raged on. A foot slammed into his side, the pain a nasty wake up call to his groggy mind. He struggled to get up, only to catch a knee to the face. The cartilage gave way instantly, a warm gush of blood rolling down Dave's panicked face.
Normally, he'd have been picked up by now. A concerned spectator would have drug him to safety. But the crowd was too frenzied, too drunk off drink specials, and not enough people saw Dave's plight to actually halt the pit. A heavy foot came down on Dave's hand, and he tried to scream out, but the noise is strangled by the blood from his broken nose pouring down his throat and the music is too loud to have his gargled pleas heard.
A charging young buck of a metal head caught Dave unaware, his shin slamming into Dave's temple. Tripping, the man struggled to stop, to pull Dave out of danger, but his forward momentum carried him out of reach. He shouted for people to stop as he fought to get back to Dave's side, but it's too little, too late. A heavy set guy in reinforced work boots staggered over Dave, the toe of his boot catching on already blood stained cheekbone. The delicate bone structure shattered easily, the skin torn from it's usual perch.
As the big man went down, his shin drug along the boy's abused face, further dislodging his pale flesh. The boot scrapped along the wound, tearing the loose flesh off completely. The flesh chunk littered on the floor, a grotesque blob of skin tone and red. Another body added to the pile, its weight grinding Dave's face into the concrete, busting open his brow as well. Finally, someone came to his rescue, though in his rush, his foot landed on the hunk of skin. The slick, gory underbelly caused his footing to slip slightly, a corner tearing off under the weight of his heel.
Dave was lifted off the floor, blood streaming from his busted face, his once handsome, angular features swollen and painful to look at. A more adventurous soul picked up the fleshy lump and placed it gently on Dave's chest. His friends hurried to the boys side, but recoil in horror at the sight of the damage done, letting him be carried towards the door, the sound of sirens quickly approaching.
By all means, any and all comments are welcome, constructive criticism, praise, or boos. You know, feedback.