Em MacIntosh
3rd Black Belt
I've been jumped by a group of guys once coming out of the subway station. I felt a bad vibe as I began walking up the stairs to the street. You know you have a bad vibe when your knees begin to quiver. I was just about at the top when I was surrounded by three guys. One guy got one inch from my face and asked "where you from?". I told him I was new to toronto but he cut me off. "What are you, funny or something? He's got some $**t. What's he got?" he asked one of his buddies.
"Up your $**t punk." he told me as the two others began circling to my sides. I stood for less then a second in shock and he yelled in my face, "oh what? You don't think we'll **ck you up?" I remember the spit when he said that. My knees were shaking so I started stamping my foot. His two buddies tried to grab my backpack or my arms or something and throw me down the stairs. I put two hands on his throat and held on for life as his buddies started hitting me in the head and kicking me in the legs, tugging me this way and that. I felt that frustration you only feel when someone holds your arms down and beats the hell out of you and you can't do anything. I kept taking it out on the guy in my face and I bit his nose really hard, holding on to his throat for dear life. I felt him trying to scream but he couldn't. I was growling with my teeth on his nose as I let go of his throat. I was going to dig his eyes out. One of his buddies grabbed my arm and spun my around face first into a wall. I hung on to his arm and pulled him into me, spitting his freind's blood on his face, saying obscene gibberish as we traded head-butts over and over until they got me to the floor and started kicking and stomping on me. I covered my head and I heard the first guy whimpering horsely. I caught the leg of one of them, not sure who. I grabbed his bag for dear life, him and his buddy kicking me and trying to pull my hand off. They got me off and kicked/pushed/shoved me down the stairs. I remember rolling and bouncing a couple times before I hit the bottom. My whole body felt warm. I didn't feel the pain anymore. I got up before they were down the stairs and ran toward them. I used a side elbow to the head on the guy to the left and stomped the side of the other guy's knee. I grabbed him by the face and bashed the back of his head on the stairs. The guy on the left I used a really hard open handed slap right to his face. I grabbed his face and tried to bash his brains into the stairs too. The first guy's holding his nose and throat calling me a Mother F-er over and over but couldn't help his freinds. I was red. I was going to kill them. I had a moment of clarity and ran up the stairs and took off to a mohawk gas station where I called a taxi to go to a hospital. They gave me a bunch of paper towel so I wouldn't bleed all over the cab. Waiting for the cab was when the pain set in and I began groaning and holding my ear, pacing back and forth and wondering if I should have called an ambulance. I went to the ER and had to wait in line for half an hour after they made sure I wasn't terminal. I had three broken ribs, a ruptured eardrum, a broken nose that was so severe it was actually considered a skull fracture, three broken fingers, a fractured fibula (smaller of the two bones in the lower leg), blood on the brain, a gash on my temple and other more "personal" injuries. After the examination and X-Rays, they gave me some painkillers and local anisthetic to set my fingers. They gave me some other medications to reduce the swelling and blood on my brain. They kept me awake for twelve hours. Eventually they gave me something to help me sleep. I woke up moaning after 6 hours and had to be medicated for two days. I was out in three with references to other speacialists. I've never fully recovered. I talked to the police but they couldn't really do anything. If I ever met them again, I could pretend to forgive them, but I still want to kill them. All I can say is be home before dark, never walk alone and be ready to do what has to be done, or suffer the consequences.
"Up your $**t punk." he told me as the two others began circling to my sides. I stood for less then a second in shock and he yelled in my face, "oh what? You don't think we'll **ck you up?" I remember the spit when he said that. My knees were shaking so I started stamping my foot. His two buddies tried to grab my backpack or my arms or something and throw me down the stairs. I put two hands on his throat and held on for life as his buddies started hitting me in the head and kicking me in the legs, tugging me this way and that. I felt that frustration you only feel when someone holds your arms down and beats the hell out of you and you can't do anything. I kept taking it out on the guy in my face and I bit his nose really hard, holding on to his throat for dear life. I felt him trying to scream but he couldn't. I was growling with my teeth on his nose as I let go of his throat. I was going to dig his eyes out. One of his buddies grabbed my arm and spun my around face first into a wall. I hung on to his arm and pulled him into me, spitting his freind's blood on his face, saying obscene gibberish as we traded head-butts over and over until they got me to the floor and started kicking and stomping on me. I covered my head and I heard the first guy whimpering horsely. I caught the leg of one of them, not sure who. I grabbed his bag for dear life, him and his buddy kicking me and trying to pull my hand off. They got me off and kicked/pushed/shoved me down the stairs. I remember rolling and bouncing a couple times before I hit the bottom. My whole body felt warm. I didn't feel the pain anymore. I got up before they were down the stairs and ran toward them. I used a side elbow to the head on the guy to the left and stomped the side of the other guy's knee. I grabbed him by the face and bashed the back of his head on the stairs. The guy on the left I used a really hard open handed slap right to his face. I grabbed his face and tried to bash his brains into the stairs too. The first guy's holding his nose and throat calling me a Mother F-er over and over but couldn't help his freinds. I was red. I was going to kill them. I had a moment of clarity and ran up the stairs and took off to a mohawk gas station where I called a taxi to go to a hospital. They gave me a bunch of paper towel so I wouldn't bleed all over the cab. Waiting for the cab was when the pain set in and I began groaning and holding my ear, pacing back and forth and wondering if I should have called an ambulance. I went to the ER and had to wait in line for half an hour after they made sure I wasn't terminal. I had three broken ribs, a ruptured eardrum, a broken nose that was so severe it was actually considered a skull fracture, three broken fingers, a fractured fibula (smaller of the two bones in the lower leg), blood on the brain, a gash on my temple and other more "personal" injuries. After the examination and X-Rays, they gave me some painkillers and local anisthetic to set my fingers. They gave me some other medications to reduce the swelling and blood on my brain. They kept me awake for twelve hours. Eventually they gave me something to help me sleep. I woke up moaning after 6 hours and had to be medicated for two days. I was out in three with references to other speacialists. I've never fully recovered. I talked to the police but they couldn't really do anything. If I ever met them again, I could pretend to forgive them, but I still want to kill them. All I can say is be home before dark, never walk alone and be ready to do what has to be done, or suffer the consequences.