Part 2.
Ok, this is part 2. Part 3 will be released next by next Sunday, garanteed. I will have a minimum of one thousand words per week, until it's finished.
:-)
Part 2 took about as long to write as part 1 did, but it's much different. I had more of an idea where I wanted to go with it, and overall, I'm happy with it.
It's not as original as part 1 was, but it's kinda necessary, I think. Eh, I dunno. You tell me. Seriously. tell me. ;-)
Also, if you would rather see the whole story as a PDF format (with proper formatting, yay!), this file will be continually updated to contain the entire story. Clicking here is what I recommend.
Here goes!
Part 2:
Part 2.
Josh sat calmly on an old park bench. Darkness had come quicker than the warm southern breeze that had made the night bearable. Josh hadn’t noticed. He simply sat in one place, not moving, barely breathing. The air was wet with the still drizzling rain, but he didn’t seem to care. He just sat there. He didn’t even shiver, though the occasional passerby always did. The expression of anxiety on Josh’s face had returned. His eyes were fixed on a door across the street from him. Unblinking, unmoving, he was surely a statue. But then, the door opened, and three or four highschoolers stepped out, walking towards him. Unlike Josh, these kids acted carefree, immature, and stupid. Josh stood slowly. His hair was wet from the rain, and hung down across his forehead, though it somehow still looked combed. At first glance, he was ragged, but his actions betrayed his mental polish.
“Yo dog!” hollered one of the kids from across the street. They all laughed a bit. Mocking him. There were four of them.
“I thought you said three of you were going to come.” Said Josh, mildly annoyed. “Maybe I’m dyslexic, but I count four of you.”
“You didn’t say we couldn’t bring friends!” said the kid in front, obviously the leader.
“I didn’t say you could either.” He returned flatly.
“You gotta problem with him being here?” asked the leader.
“No. If he’s anything like you, he’s bound to be an idiot.” Replied Josh calmly, coldly, cruelly. The boys were indeed a mixed bunch. While the leader was punkish and fairly well balanced in his appearance, the boy behind him was scrawny, while the ‘new kid’ to his left was tall with broad shoulders, and last, the short fat guy to the right had to have more chains and buttons hanging off his face than the average metal detector would allow.
The leader was obviously startled at Josh’s boldness, but then regained what little focus he had, and continued.
“So, are you ready to tell us what this is about?” he asked.
Josh took off his jacket, and laid it on the bench he had been sitting on.
“Don’t be an idiot.” He stated with an overly obvious contempt. His manner was relaxed, but his voice quivered with readiness and anger. Josh stepped back to a door behind him. He opened it, and a girl about his age stepped out. Her jet-black hair glowed in the foggy streetlights. She didn’t appear to take pleasure in being there, but she did have a hard resolve etched into her face, nearly the same way Josh did. She hung her head so she didn’t have to look at anyone, and shoved her hands deep into her sweater pockets.
“Do you need further explanation?” asked Josh coldly.
“Listen man, first come, first serve. She had more than she needed, and wouldn’t share with us.”
“Right.” Said Josh. “That’s why we’re here. To discuss your opinions on private property and ownership.” Josh took off his watch. It wasn’t a fancy digital model with a thousand features and buttons, it wasn’t a shiny gold plated model, or a punk brace type with the wide band. Instead, it was a simple, conservative timepiece, with regular old hands and roman numerals. Another item that didn’t fit with the gang’s styles.
“Hey listen man, we’re not here to fight.” Stated the leader nervously, knowing he was likely to be the first target.
“Then you’re not as stupid as I thought.” He looked each one of them in the eye coldly.
“Maybe you didn’t come here to fight, but I did." Said the new guy, stepping forward. "And I’m not leaving until I get what I want.”
“Now?” asked Josh.
“Yeah.” He was probably two years older than Josh, three or so inches taller, and at least twenty pounds heavier. He wasn’t overweight, but he wasn’t exactly a fighting machine. Josh on the other hand…..
“Whatever you say.” Josh didn’t even blink. He raised his knee into the undefended stomach of the brute, bringing him down like a tree struck by lightning. Then he spun around and ripped the feet out from underneath the leader, and before he touched the ground he punched Mr. Jewelry hard in the side. The scrawny guy just stared at Josh blankly. Josh saw the easy opportunity, kicked him in the stomach, and then in the side of his knees.
While the others were trying to breathe, Josh grabbed the leader and yanked him from the ground. He was struggling to get free, but Josh held on like a bulldog. For all his pushing and pulling, he still couldn’t get loose. Josh was obviously putting out a lot of effort to keep him up, but the leader didn’t know or care. Josh threw him down onto his back, then grabbed his shirt and drug him over to a telephone pole. Once again he yanked him into the air. He grabbed his throat and shoved him up against the pole, smacking his head against it.
“Do you recognize this?” he asked, spitting the words into the now terrified leader’s face. Josh slammed his head again, this time drawing blood. “Well do you??” he screamed, banging his head again. The boy couldn’t breathe, and was starting to go limp.
“Josh!” the girl screamed. Josh dropped him disgustedly, and spun around to face the others, who were finally recovering. “Get him out of here.” They ran over and grabbed him, half dragging, and half carrying him away as fast as they could run. As soon as they turned the corner, Josh sat back down on the bench. The girl walked around to him. She looked into his face, but he didn’t return the gaze. A burning hatred flamed in his eyes for a moment. So powerful, it frightened her. She stepped back.
“Josh?”
Finally his brain kicked in.
“What?”
“Josh are you alright?” She asked worriedly. She was shocked, when that all too familiar smile showed on his face.
“Yeah!” He answered, once again the polished, polite young man from the bus. “How’s your head?” he asked her.
“It’s doing better.” She replied. Then, nervously checking over her shoulder, she warned, “They’ll be back you know.”
“Maybe.” He said, shrugging his shoulders carelessly. “Hey, let’s go someplace warm, I’m freezing.” He pulled his jacket back on again, now shivering like the rest of humanity.
:-)
Part 2 took about as long to write as part 1 did, but it's much different. I had more of an idea where I wanted to go with it, and overall, I'm happy with it.
It's not as original as part 1 was, but it's kinda necessary, I think. Eh, I dunno. You tell me. Seriously. tell me. ;-)
Also, if you would rather see the whole story as a PDF format (with proper formatting, yay!), this file will be continually updated to contain the entire story. Clicking here is what I recommend.
Here goes!
Part 2:
Part 2.
Josh sat calmly on an old park bench. Darkness had come quicker than the warm southern breeze that had made the night bearable. Josh hadn’t noticed. He simply sat in one place, not moving, barely breathing. The air was wet with the still drizzling rain, but he didn’t seem to care. He just sat there. He didn’t even shiver, though the occasional passerby always did. The expression of anxiety on Josh’s face had returned. His eyes were fixed on a door across the street from him. Unblinking, unmoving, he was surely a statue. But then, the door opened, and three or four highschoolers stepped out, walking towards him. Unlike Josh, these kids acted carefree, immature, and stupid. Josh stood slowly. His hair was wet from the rain, and hung down across his forehead, though it somehow still looked combed. At first glance, he was ragged, but his actions betrayed his mental polish.
“Yo dog!” hollered one of the kids from across the street. They all laughed a bit. Mocking him. There were four of them.
“I thought you said three of you were going to come.” Said Josh, mildly annoyed. “Maybe I’m dyslexic, but I count four of you.”
“You didn’t say we couldn’t bring friends!” said the kid in front, obviously the leader.
“I didn’t say you could either.” He returned flatly.
“You gotta problem with him being here?” asked the leader.
“No. If he’s anything like you, he’s bound to be an idiot.” Replied Josh calmly, coldly, cruelly. The boys were indeed a mixed bunch. While the leader was punkish and fairly well balanced in his appearance, the boy behind him was scrawny, while the ‘new kid’ to his left was tall with broad shoulders, and last, the short fat guy to the right had to have more chains and buttons hanging off his face than the average metal detector would allow.
The leader was obviously startled at Josh’s boldness, but then regained what little focus he had, and continued.
“So, are you ready to tell us what this is about?” he asked.
Josh took off his jacket, and laid it on the bench he had been sitting on.
“Don’t be an idiot.” He stated with an overly obvious contempt. His manner was relaxed, but his voice quivered with readiness and anger. Josh stepped back to a door behind him. He opened it, and a girl about his age stepped out. Her jet-black hair glowed in the foggy streetlights. She didn’t appear to take pleasure in being there, but she did have a hard resolve etched into her face, nearly the same way Josh did. She hung her head so she didn’t have to look at anyone, and shoved her hands deep into her sweater pockets.
“Do you need further explanation?” asked Josh coldly.
“Listen man, first come, first serve. She had more than she needed, and wouldn’t share with us.”
“Right.” Said Josh. “That’s why we’re here. To discuss your opinions on private property and ownership.” Josh took off his watch. It wasn’t a fancy digital model with a thousand features and buttons, it wasn’t a shiny gold plated model, or a punk brace type with the wide band. Instead, it was a simple, conservative timepiece, with regular old hands and roman numerals. Another item that didn’t fit with the gang’s styles.
“Hey listen man, we’re not here to fight.” Stated the leader nervously, knowing he was likely to be the first target.
“Then you’re not as stupid as I thought.” He looked each one of them in the eye coldly.
“Maybe you didn’t come here to fight, but I did." Said the new guy, stepping forward. "And I’m not leaving until I get what I want.”
“Now?” asked Josh.
“Yeah.” He was probably two years older than Josh, three or so inches taller, and at least twenty pounds heavier. He wasn’t overweight, but he wasn’t exactly a fighting machine. Josh on the other hand…..
“Whatever you say.” Josh didn’t even blink. He raised his knee into the undefended stomach of the brute, bringing him down like a tree struck by lightning. Then he spun around and ripped the feet out from underneath the leader, and before he touched the ground he punched Mr. Jewelry hard in the side. The scrawny guy just stared at Josh blankly. Josh saw the easy opportunity, kicked him in the stomach, and then in the side of his knees.
While the others were trying to breathe, Josh grabbed the leader and yanked him from the ground. He was struggling to get free, but Josh held on like a bulldog. For all his pushing and pulling, he still couldn’t get loose. Josh was obviously putting out a lot of effort to keep him up, but the leader didn’t know or care. Josh threw him down onto his back, then grabbed his shirt and drug him over to a telephone pole. Once again he yanked him into the air. He grabbed his throat and shoved him up against the pole, smacking his head against it.
“Do you recognize this?” he asked, spitting the words into the now terrified leader’s face. Josh slammed his head again, this time drawing blood. “Well do you??” he screamed, banging his head again. The boy couldn’t breathe, and was starting to go limp.
“Josh!” the girl screamed. Josh dropped him disgustedly, and spun around to face the others, who were finally recovering. “Get him out of here.” They ran over and grabbed him, half dragging, and half carrying him away as fast as they could run. As soon as they turned the corner, Josh sat back down on the bench. The girl walked around to him. She looked into his face, but he didn’t return the gaze. A burning hatred flamed in his eyes for a moment. So powerful, it frightened her. She stepped back.
“Josh?”
Finally his brain kicked in.
“What?”
“Josh are you alright?” She asked worriedly. She was shocked, when that all too familiar smile showed on his face.
“Yeah!” He answered, once again the polished, polite young man from the bus. “How’s your head?” he asked her.
“It’s doing better.” She replied. Then, nervously checking over her shoulder, she warned, “They’ll be back you know.”
“Maybe.” He said, shrugging his shoulders carelessly. “Hey, let’s go someplace warm, I’m freezing.” He pulled his jacket back on again, now shivering like the rest of humanity.
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