Snippet #1717276

Devan looked frozen in place, his eyes glued to the room across the hall where the door creaked open and the dark-haired boy now stepped out.
"Guys?" He called for his two companions. Devan glanced from the blonde boy on the floor, who now had a red puddle forming around his head, to the redheaded girl still in the hall. The boy across the hall squinted in the darkness and moved forward, brushing past his remaining friend and stepping into the room to nearly walk right into his wild-haired adversary. As their eyes met, Devan followed his gaze downward where they both stared at the dead boy for a moment. He caught a slight jump in the boy's form as it appeared to sink in what had gone on.

Catching a glimpse of fury in the boy's eyes, Devan barely had time to start taking a step back. Just as his arm moved to raise his bloodied crowbar he felt an impact that knocked the breath out of him for another second, and next he knew he had hit the floor. Devan squirmed, maneuvering while he still had the chance before his opponent got a good grip on him. He managed to elbow the boy in the collar just under his throat; though adrenaline always lent a helping hand in making up for the brute strength Devan lacked, he couldn't be sure it would be enough to get him out of this hold. His opponent also had adrenaline on his side, after all, and had a heavier build to begin with - all the more reason for Devan to get out from under him sooner. He was not built for wrestling and didn't want to be in the small room for a fight, either... The sooner he could wriggle out of the boy's tackle, the sooner he could move out to the hall where he would have more space, more escape routes, and a potential hostage if the girl there had not been scared off yet.

Something shining in his adversary's belt caught his attention. Devan's dark eyes smoldered with their own anger, then. Having maintained his grip on his crowbar but knowing it would be of little use at this close range, he dropped it. The crowbar clanged against the tile floor as Devan's long arm reached around his opponent to grab for his stolen kitchen knife. If he could get his hands on that, he might not need to get out of the boy's grip after all.