Naresh hit the breaks to his cycle. The traffic signal blared a brilliant red, making most cars around him stop. He drummed his hands on the handles and hummed, when he was interrupted by a honk.
Naresh rolled his eyes. The signal was RED. RED means STOP. Didn’t this idiot go to pre-shcool? He turned around. “Hey, kid,” said the guy on the motorcycle behind him. It was a sleek black Harley-Davidson. “Go on, will ya?”
Naresh sighed. “Sorry, sir, but the signal’s red.”
The motorcyclist became angry. “What did you say to me? Who cares about some stupid light on some stupid pole? D’you see any police?”
It was Naresh’s turn to be angry. Who did this guy think he was? How did the rules not apply to him? Prick.
“Sorry, sir, but you have to be patient. Other people also need to get somewhere.”
“Did you just tell me to stay patient? Do you even know who the hell you’re talking to? Know your place, boy. Learn it before I make a dent in your tiny little face!”
Naresh turned his back to the colossal jerk. He didn’t need this. He didn’t need obnoxious butts to tell him about ‘his place’. He didn’t need-
He was pulled off the cycle and thrown onto the hood of a car. “Crap-nosed little-” began the motorcyclist as he raised his fist. It came down in a wide arc upon Naresh’s face, and blood flew in all directions. The fist went up again. “DON’T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME!” roared the motorcyclist, bringing his hand down yet again. Naresh braced himself for impact. He closed his eyes and screamed. But the blow never came. He looked up to see that someone had held his assailant back. “Are you out of your mind?!” cried his saviour. “That’s a kid you’re beating up!”
“Get off me, you prick!” snarled the motorcyclist. “Get back here, you pinprick!”
Naresh slid off the hood and ran in the opposite direction. He could hear the anger-ridden screams of the motorcyclist, as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He felt a pair of hands grab him and push him to the ground. Then, once again, the fist came down. This time, it hit its mark. Another shower of blood followed.
Naresh was dazed. He couldn’t feel anything. He was vaguely aware of being carried away. He saw the outlines of a car, as the driver asked him questions in a muffled voice. The last thing he saw was the green of a traffic signal.