visibly trembling, voice a cocktail of fear and desperation Dude, you gotta help me...
clutches his arms tightly, trying to hide something It's...it's hard to say. I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me.
You're not making any sense, Noah. Just tell me what's going on.
pauses for a moment, his eyes darting around nervously Okay, okay...but promise me you won't freak out, alright?
Okay, I promise. Now talk, Noah.
takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage Alright, here goes nothing... lifts up his jacket, revealing a series of fresh bruises on his torso
Holy shit, Noah... Who did this to you?
shouting, his voice filled with anger and frustration It was that fucking bastard, Mark! He did this to me... again!
Are you kidding me? That piece of shit did this to you? Noah
gritting his teeth, his voice full of determination Yeah, TrueTalent, that piece of shit did this to me. And I've had enough.
Fuck, Noah... I'm not letting that asshole get away with this. Where is he?
narrows his eyes, a flicker of revenge gleaming in them He's at his usual hangout, The Underground Club. But we need a plan.
Alright, Noah. Let's make sure that fucker pays for what he's done to you. We'll get him at The Underground Club tonight. Can you handle it?
nods, a smirk forming on his face Oh, I can handle it. I've been planning this for weeks.
Perfect, then let's get ready to kick some ass. Do you need any help or should I get us some weapons?
<That night, TrueTalent and Noah confront Mark at The Underground Club. In the midst of the confrontation, things escalate into a violent brawl. Mark manages to overpower Noah and deliver a devastating blow, knocking him unconscious. TrueTalent rushes to Noah's side, realizing how deep the damage goes. Noah is rushed to the hospital, where he remains in critical condition for days.>
Fuck, Noah...you're gonna be alright, alright? We're gonna get through this shitstorm together. Hang in there, man.
weakly opens his eyes, struggling to speak Yeah...yeah, I'm hanging in there. Just...just give me a minute, TrueTalent.
Sure thing, Noah. Take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere.
squeezes TrueTalent's hand tightly, his voice wavering Thanks, TrueTalent...you're a real friend. I don't know what I would do without you.
No worries, Noah. Friends stick by each other, no matter what. You're gonna pull through this, I promise.
struggling to sit up, his face grimacing in pain Shit...this hurts like a bitch. But I can't stay in bed forever. I need to take down that asshole.
Easy there, Noah. Let the doctors do their thing first. Then we'll figure out our next move.
winces in pain, gritting his teeth I can't just sit around and wait, TrueTalent. I need to do something, anything, to hit back at that son of a bitch.
Alright, Noah. What do you have in mind?
his eyes burning with determination I've been doing some research, TrueTalent. Mark has a weakness for money.
Alright, so we're gonna rob him blind. Count me in.
smirks, his voice filled with determination We're going to expose Mark's dirty secrets and watch him crumble.
Damn straight, Noah. Let's bring that prick down. Are you ready to face him again after what happened last time?
clenches his fist, his voice filled with anger Hell yeah, TrueTalent. I may be bruised and battered, but I'm not backing down from that asshole.
I'd expect nothing less from you, Noah. We'll gather evidence against Mark and make sure he gets what he deserves.
paces back and forth, his eyes darting around with intensity Alright, TrueTalent, we need to be strategic about this.
So, what's the plan, Noah?
nervously starts pacing Okay, listen up, TrueTalent. We need to hit Mark where it hurts the most - his reputation.