An brief encounter with your bullies

Your three classmates, Chad, Victor and Kevin all enter the shop at once, each locking their eyes with yours and smiling with promised malice.

"Ahem." The old shop keeper raises a hand to his mouth and coughs, grabbing each boys attention. "Is there something I can help you boys with?"

"Get out of the way old man." Kevin, the ringleader of the group, raises his sparking fists and crashes them together with a charged crack. "We're not here for you."

"Be that as it may, this is my shop and I do not tolerate any damage to my store or it's patrons." The shopkeeper said firmly, resting both hands atop of his cane.

"You think you're some kind of hero old man? What kind of gift you got?" The big and burly Victor scoffed.

"None." The old man smiles serenely and your face drops.

'I am going to die today. And I never even got to third base.' You close your eyes for the bloodbath that was about to follow as the three boys howl with laughter and advance towards you.