Meme for Monty

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Monty Green

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

A Moment of Weakness

[Monty Green]

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8. My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Monty walked along the darkened street, it was later than he'd anticipated but the late hour didn't concern him, living in the area the streets were familiar to him. If he'd been paying attention, maybe he'd have noticed the group of men approaching from behind him, but instead his eyes were trained on his phone, focussed on tapping out a text to his mother, telling her that he'd be home soon. He only glanced up once briefly when the men began to pass him, but his gaze quickly returned to his screen- until one of the men practically ran into his shoulder as he tried to pass him. The phone slipped from Monty's grip and it was impossible for him to catch it again before it clattered onto the pavement "hey!" he called after the group on impulse, massaging his sore shoulder before crouching to pick up his damaged phone. He reached for it but it was promptly kicked away from him, making the teenager flinch away in surprise- he looked up and saw that the group had doubled back to confront him- probably because of his earlier outburst.

Hesitantly, he got to his feet and glanced around at the group- all four of them appeared to be at least a couple of years older than he was although he didn't recognise any of them. It took only a second for Monty to decide that this was not a safe situation for him to be in and, forgetting about his discarded phone, he tried to walk around them, hoping that they'd let him go without issue. Unfortunately, he wasn't that lucky- he had only taken a couple of steps forward when he was shoved backwards with so much force that he stumbled and almost ended up on the floor again. "Please, I don't want any trouble" he told them, taking a step back as if to retreat back the way he'd come but he was shoved forwards from behind, two of the group having circled around behind him to block his escape.

His heart was beating rapidly in his chest by his point, realising that he was actually in very real danger and needed to remove himself from the situation as soon as possible. Suddenly, he felt a pair of strong hands grab him and wrenched his arms behind his back "get off!" he yelled, struggling to free himself but he was held fast. The sound of approaching footsteps echoed along the street, making Monty hope that whoever was passing by had the sense to realise that he needed help. The footsteps grew closer and it wasn't long before Monty caught a glimpse of who it was and he allowed himself a breath of relief as he recognised who it was "Bellamy?" he called, hoping that he hadn't mistaken the identity of the passer-by.

Bellamy Blake
ooc: Hope this is okay, just let me know if you want me to change anything c: