His jaw was swollen. A thick red bruise quickly began forming, tracing the outline of an unfamiliar fist and uninvited rings. His tooth had bitten a hole into the side of his cheek after his head had made contact with the cement a rough pair of hands pushed him toward. Hed opened his eyes, now blurred with disorientation, to see the sole of worn leather from an old pair of Chucks as they crept there way and compacted his face. Dirt crystals embedded themselves into the side of his temple and remained as unwelcome souvenirs in his hair. The cut above his eyebrow was bleeding profusely drawing a crimson line down his face until reaching the collar of his sweat soaked shirt that now clung to his throat and he gasped.