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Jon1983uk
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 6:17 pm Post subject: Writer's Block Story 2: Shadow Relative |
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*WARNING*: May be long. :lol:
This was the first story I ever tried writing, it's about vampires and a black family living in NYC (which certainly at the time I knew nothing about so apologises for any errors). The story has been untouched for a good 6 months now, I think it's a bit cheesy in places but lemmie know. :)
Shadow Relative
The car swerved round the corner, Mike new he couldn’t make the corner, but he had to try or he’d end up road kill. His heart races as he hit the brakes and skidded into the corner, cops right behind him. He screamed as the car tilted onto it’s side then tilted onto it’s back and exploded. The words “Game Over� hit the screen and Mike stepped down from the Mega Rider 9 machine and took an immediate look across the arcade forecourt. He vowed to himself to beat that level next time as he saw a small boy climbing into it next to him. He sighed and went across the court to where his cousin Davey said he would be, as always, on the slot machines… As Mike pushed past a young couple and rounded an arcade machine, he caught sight of Officer Higgins questioning some lads about him. Fear ran down Mike’s spine as he knew Higgings was onto them about the robbery on that jewellers last month… Mike fought off the fear and quickly ran through the slot machines until he ran round a corner and into Davey. “We gotta get outta here man, now!!�
“Wow, slow down man!�
“Hig… Hig… Higgins!!�
“Oh s***! Where is he?!?�
“Near Helter Hell…�
“Right, c’mon man - we can still get out the back way!�
“But what if it’s locked?�
Davey quickly flashed Mike a crowbar conceiled under his jacket.
“Just in case…� he smiled as the two dashed to the back door. A man on a till shouted at them but they ignored him. As soon as they reached the door they found it locked. Davey quickly drew out his crowbar with a swift calmness showing he'd clearly done this before and began yanking the door open. The man who shouted at them came running over. “Hey kids!! - That exit’s staff only! Say, what the Hell you got there sonny…?� Davey ignored him and carried on yanking, the old man then spun round and shouted “police! This kid’s damaging public property!!� Mike was feeling macho now, “We’ll come back and damage you for saying that man!� The old man was shocked by this but also annoyed at some young black upstart had the cheek to say it to him and so charged at them both, with Davey busy on the door, Mike pulled out his switchblade, the old man stopped. “Now, now kid…�
“Shud’ up!! Keep back 'vanilla' or I'll cut ya good, yeah, REAL good!!� This got the attention of people around them on the slot machines who began shouting “he’s got a knife!� at the tops of their voices. This naturally brought Higgins running over.
As soon as Mike caught sight of Higgin’s towering 6 foot 4 frame above a slot machine on the next row, he suddenly leaned back against the door, his hands were quivering so much that the knife nearly fell out of his hand. “You!!� Higgins said in his deep, booming voice as he rounded the corner into their isle. He stared right as Mike. “Er… Davey..?!?�. With this scared warning, Davey finally prised the big metal door open. Mike was frozen to the spot at this point as Higgins fought his way through the crowd towards him… “You’re going down this time you little scum!�. Davey span round and grabbed Mike by his black, leather jacket and they both sped into the alleyway outside… Higgins’s booming voice could be heard behind them, “I’ve got you little B****rds this time…!�. Mike was too scared to turn around and instead he ran just behind his cousin as fast as his little legs could carry him. “Davey…� Mike began as he panted down the alley, “…where we going…??�
“destination, the old building site! - We can shake the fuzz in there.� Davey’s eyes were once again forwards as he signalled their traditional split… “Ready? - I’ll go left, you go right! - meet up at the building site� they approached the end of the alley now and a fork confronted them.
“Yeah, got it!� Mike confirmed.
“1, 2, 3… GO!�. They both split their separate ways as Mike ran for his life. He was using the old running from the fuzz method that his other cousin “Big� Mike had taught him many years before. Part of his ‘how to stay alive on the streets’ talks he’d always remind Mike, Davey and Mike’s older brother Wayne about when they were out together. He was a damn good runner and fighter - in the gang wars his Crooks family used to have with the Barnes’s he would always survive the fights with the least amount of damage to himself and most amount of damage inflicted to any punk foolish enough to challenge the big mofo with a lead pipe… Oh yes, he was a role model to Mike. No one could beat him… He pretended to be ‘Big Mike’ now as he was running for his freedom from the city’s one-man police unit Higgins… He noticed the alley was quieter than before. He finally stopped running now as he realised that Higgins must’ve gone after Davey… He stopped at the corner and began panting like a dog. His lungs felt like they were about to explode… “I’m not… used… to this...� he said to himself as he gripped his chest and groaned. It was then that he felt he wasn’t alone… He suddenly had a strange feeling he was being watched… In case it was Higgins, Mike kept quiet, he quickly spun around, nothing… A twig suddenly snapped on the floor behind him, without hesitation his adrenaline-fuelled body spun around to confront Higgins, knife drawn, but nothing once again… “This is not funny!! - If that’s you Davey…!�. An eire silence once again filled the alleyway, he could feel the fear flying up and down his spine in tingling waves, but he was staying calm, for his own survival.
“Come on…� he said in a quiet, beckoning voice… “let’s rumble big man�. Not even a plane above in the blue sky… No birds, no insects, no wind, nothing… Suddenly a light breeze hit him from behind, he quickly spun around in fright and he saw the back of a tall, strong figure of a man wearing a black cloak, which draped over the whole of his back.
“Oh man…� he whispered to himself. “Er…. Hi!?� the figure didn’t move a muscle…. He simply stood there, only his ears vagely visible. “Hey man, what’s your problem? Don’t make me come over there and kick yo' fat ass!� Mike felt proud at saying this to the punk, images of Big Mike's bulldog-like face, looking down at him with the emotionless expression Davey always said was a smile, patting him on the back for a white-bashin' job well done. Instead he had a large, strange man in dodgy clothes (asking to be robbed Mike thought) standing in his way. “Right, I’m coming over!� Mike slowly edged, knife drawn, to the figure he noticed a thick fog rising from the ground behind him… He spun and saw just fog slowly rising, he then quickly looked back to the figure, to find the fog covering the strange man… Mike gripped even tighter to his blade now, but the fog cleared quicker than it came, he squinted at where the figure was to find him… gone… Mike couldn’t believe it as he turned and started walking quickly to the building site-way. Suddenly the silence was shattered by a deafening scream, It sounded like Higgins! Mike quickly ran to the building site and came out of the alleyway and onto the abandoned building site. There he saw Davey about 40 feet above him on a platform. Mike didn’t care who was following him, he wasn’t good with heights… “Come on lad!� Davey shouted down, “What’s wrong with you…?�, noticing Mike’s distress…
“’Cos there’s something out there trying to f***ing kill us or something!!�
Davey laughed, “yeah right man! - You been takin' LSD again? If yo' have I'm gonna have ta come down there and bust yo' ass mofo, cuz or not!�
“No man, I’m serious!�
“Yeah... So what’s trying to kill us? The boogerman…?!?�
“Hmmm…. I dunno, I saw some weird guy then he disappeared in a cloud of fog…!�
“HA HA!!� Davey laughed aloud. All black men in the hood should laugh aloud Mike suddenly remembered his bro Wayne telling him last Christmas, backed-up as ever by his only friends (ie. relatives) - Big Mike, Davey and Jonah. That way you show those damn vanillaz that their faggot beatin's to yas do nuthin'! Wayne's voice circled in his head now. Ironically, Wayne's outbursts against the police and white folks stateside, which started with demonstrations about black rights and the ever-present racism in this fair city and ended in Wayne being arrested, Davey was with him at the time in the protest and he said it was like Wayne just gave himself up without fight as if it were his destiny. Wayne escaped from jail during a midnight escape from a van taking him to a new high-security prison in Boston on good behaviour. He used a nice trick involving an electric oven lighter being rammed into a guard's face full-force and an ability to use the cop's keys to open his cuffs and the back door of the van at the same time.
“I’m telling ya man, something’s happened to Higgins anyways and I think that guy has something to do with it…!!�.
“Listen man, you’ve just flipped that’s all!�
“Didn’t ya heard the scream?�
“Yeah… but that could’ve anyone!�
“I’m telling ya I saw some guy…�, Mike was getting more worried by the second…
“Listen, some guy’s been killed, it happens…! - It was probably ‘big Mike’!!� Davey laughed. As he finished talking, a man popped up behind him. “What the f***!?� Mike screamed.
“He’s behind ya man!!�
“Yeah right…!� Davey laughed. “O.K. mate… I’ll turn around…� As he was turning, the figure disappeared into thin air!! Davey laughed, “Oh look, the boogerman’s got me…!�
“b**tard!� Mike shouted at him. Davey simply laughed even more at this!
“I swear that guy was behind you man!�
“Yeah, okay kid…� Davey replied as he jumped into a lift and came down. “You got a good imagination anyways…!� Davey joked. Mike sighed as they both began walking home. “Wonder where Higgins got to…?� Mike questioned as they rounded the corner into the deserted high street. “Big Mike probably got to him… ‘bout time too!� Davey said with a sly, hopefull smile… They crossed the road and walked along the pavement, darkness was beginning to float over the city as they looked up at the purple murky sky and across at the street lamps now illuminating the pavement ahead… “Strange…� Davey finally said staring up at the dark clouds above… “It’s only 5 O’Clock…�
“So?�
“So, it’s dark at 5…?? Anything unusual…?� Davey sarcastically commented…
“Oh right…� the young Mike finally realised. “Good point… Maybe it has something to do with that guy-�, Mike was cut off at this point by Davey’s outstretched hand across his chest. Mike looked sideways to find Davey standing motionless, mouth wide open. He slowly pointed to where he was looking at, Mike followed the gaze and the slowly extending hand of Mike towards a large bin, where he saw the top of Higgins’s body hanging out! They both slowly walked across to it, “p…perhaps he died through the cold…� Mike suggested nervously, “nah, it’s not that cold…� Davey nervously answered. Davey took a metal rod from the floor in front of the bin and carefully flipped the bin open… The lid shot open and they both slowly peered inside. As well as the visible arms, head and shoulders of the face-down Higgins, they could now also see his legs. “Cool…� said Davey.
“No, it ain’t cool!! It’s creepy…!�
“Big Mike did a damn good job!!� Davey admired the handywork. “Can’t see any weapon marks on his back though, let’s turn him over…�
“Er… after you!�
“God, you’re so chicken kid!!� with this Davey slowly pulled Higgins onto his back, still in the bin. It was then that they both noticed the two small holes in Higgins’s neck… “Holy s***!� Davey said with a look of fear in his eyes. “What ever bit Higgins, surely killed hm through these two holes, there’ no other entrance marks…�
“Vampires!� Mike said excitedly. “It has to be that guy!! He disspaered, he has to be a vampire!!�. Davey sighed and ran his hand across his face, “listen kid, I unno what it is with you and the ‘supernatural’ but… THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS VAMPIRES!!� Davey shouted.
“Oh Yeah? Well what d’ya suppose made these two holes?�. Davey went silent and instead stared at the corpse.
“It could’ve been a wolf… dog, I dunno!�.
“Nah, those are bite marks, and I bet that dude in the alleyway did it…!�.
“One thing’s for sure, we’d better get outta here or the fuz is gonna be on us…�!
“Good point…� replied Mike. With that, the two rushed home….
CHAPTER II: The Chosen One…
“Come and get it boys!!� Mike’s Mum Tonya shouted from downstairs. The smell of bacon wafted through the house the next morning as Davey woke up to find Mike sleeping on his shoulder... “What the?� he puzzled to himself, he then realised that they were both lying on the couch in the living room! Davey turned and saw his Aunty Tonya at the bottom of the stairs across the room shouting up once again… Davey began getting up as Mike stirred. “God, have I got a headache!� said Mike. “Not surprised, we must’ve fallen asleep on the couch when we got in� Davey replied. “Ah you boys are awake!� the small, though fat figure of Mike’s Mum towered above them no the sofa. “You boys been asleep 2 hours now! It’s nearly tea time and your Gran’pappy wan’s to talk to ya so go get ready!�.
“Grandad?� Davey said puzzled as the two ran into the bathroom upstairs. “Grandad NEVER wants to see us!�.
“Hey, he’s not what he was, he’s a good guy!� defended Mike.
“You’re young, you’ll soon learn that not all people are nice…� Davey replied as they washed their hands. They both ran down stairs. When they came down the family were all already sat down at the table, Mike’s older brother Louie, Mike’s parents Tonya and Graham, Grandad and Mike’s other cousins ‘Big’ Mike and Sally, all eyes on the T.V… They both sat down in their places at the table next to each other and watched the T.V. with the rest of them. It was a news report on the murder of Higgins… “Apparently…� the reporter began, “there are no witnesses to the crime but police know they are dealing with a homicide as the body seems to have been drained of all its blood…�.
“No witnesses! - There must be someone!� whispered Mike to Davey, “apart fro us, odviously…�
“Shhhh!� Davey tried to quieten him, but it was too late…
“What’s that son?� Mike’s Dad suddenly boomed out from behind his paper.
“You boys were there weren’t ya? Higgins is always after you two…!� agreed another deep, booming voice of the bulky ‘Big’ Mike across the table from them. “If you boys been in any trouble with the fuzz again I’ll beat both your asses! ‘Cos there’s no way I’m bailing you both out again!�.
“We weren’t there though!� Davey tried to lie back. Big Mike sighed and turned to Mike, “Mike, what happened?�. Davey nudged him in the side, Big Mike saw it though… “Davey, you hit Mike again and I’ll hit you!! Now Mike, mate…. What happened?�.
“Well… we were in the arcades and we got chased into the alleyways by Higgins and then he went after Davey and I was alone and then this guy in a cloak was there, then he dissappeared in this like fog, then I heard Higgins scream, then I got to the building site and met Davey there then we weht home and we saw Higgin’s body in a dumpster…�
“Wow! Slow down kid…!!� pleaded Big Mike. “Basically you guys got chased and you heard a scream and then found Higgins dead…?�. Mike nodded and Graham coughed and dropped his paper, all eyes now firmly fixed on Mike and Davey… Mike turned away from their gazes and noticed Grandad who was staring at him more than any of the others… “Sonny, can I have a word with ya a minute?� Grandad suddenly said whilst scratching his thin grey beard.
“Er…. Sure…� Mike agreed and they both left the table. They all stared at each other. They were all very confused… “Davey, I’m gonna need a word with you too!� said Grandad as he led Mike through the door. “Just for a minute…� Grandad appealed.
“Sure…� Davey replied as he and Mike walked through the door after Grandad. He led them down the stairs into the attic. What I’m about to tell you boys is a family secret, only I know about it and I’ve been waiting for this day for my whole life!�.
The old man sounded really happy and excited as he told all, “One of you boys has been blessed with Nofacucu….�.
“Eh?� they both replied, more confused than ever...
“Well boys, Nofacucu is a vampire…�, Mike gasped. “No ordinary vampire though… What you’d call a ‘family vampire’ - one of a kind really, he’s half human you see, he’s not allergic to sunlight or crosses like most vampires and he still possesses human emotions, he’s a caring family guy kids, so he comes once every 10 years to rid the World of our enemies!�
“Er…. You been keeping up with the pills Grandad?� Davey asked.
“God damn it boy! - I’m serious!! I knew you wouldn’t believe me…�
“No, please carry on Grandad!� pleaded an interested Mike…
“Well, O.K… Basically, he makes sure we’re O.K, he chooses one family member at random every 10 years and becomes that person’s guardian if you will… Mike, you said you saw him?�
“I saw someone… Just the back though…�
“That’s him!!�
“I saw him again behind Mike!!�
“Yes!! The vampire examines the chosen family member, he reads your mind, then destroys all those whom you hate! He mainly chooses the youngest as they are the most vulnerable. Mike dear boy, YOU’VE BEEN CHOSEN!!!�
CHAPTER 3: The Guardian….
“Remember boy, you can do what you like now, you try to commit suicide even, it’ll save you! God bless, grand grandfather Nofacucu…!
The two boys ran back up the stairs, slightly shaken by what their Granada had told them. At the top of the stairs they were greeted by Sally, wearing her tracksuit ‘robbing clothes’… “We’re goin’ out now boys to rob some stuff, so we probably won’t be back ‘till later…� she said with a sly smile.
“Sure…�, they were quite a poor family and only Big Mike worked so they needed to steal from houses to stay alive, so this news came as no suprise to either of them, they were both used to it… They were both pondering over what Granada had said still when Davey said, “well, the old guy’s finally flipped! C’mon, let’s leave him be..!� Suddenly Grandad arose from the basement… “One last thing, if you ever need the vampire Mike, just think of him and he will come when you really need him!�.
“O.K. thanks Grandad….� Mike didn’t know what to believe as he exited the door.
“Well…� Davey started with a smug grin as they closed the front door behind them. “Go on then. Think of him!� Davey laughed, Mike didn’t.
“Perhaps the old guy’s right…�
“What, a ‘guardian vampire’…!� Davey burst out laughing and knelt down, clutching his sides.
“You… you better shud’ up, ‘cos I could call him to hurt you…�.
“No…. I don’t think so kid!� Davey stopped laughing and pinned Mike up against a wall by his collar. “’Cos if you ever say that again, I’M gonna hurt you soooo badly…!!�. Mike gulped for air as Davey dropped him with a frown. “Remember, I’m 19, you’re 15, I’m 260 pounds, you’re 150, I’m 6’5, you’re 5’10… ‘Other words, I’d win!�. Mike nodded in agreement but secretly wished his damn selfish cousin would die… A strange for began to develop in front of Mike suddenly. It rose from the ground and had soon made his visibility about 2 feet in front of him. He soon lost sight of Davey… Davey was screaming his name to try and find where Mike was, then he stopped. Davey’s scream pierced the silence suddenly, then silence once more…
The fog began to clear now and as it did, Mike could make out more and more of Davey lying face down on the pavement a few feet in front of him… His tattered trousers, his leather belt, his green bubble jacket… it was then that Mike noticed Davey’s bubble jacket was not totally green anymore… A large red snake was sliding down his back from his neck. Mike dashed forwards, calling his cousin’s name to no answer. He checked his pulse as Big Mike had taught him… nothing. He rolled him over to find two bite marks on his neck where the warm blood was still seeping from… “Jesus!� Mike got up and backed off into someone standing behind him… “Oh s***…!� Mike whispered to himself as he could feel his back pressing against someone’s stomach. Mike froze on the spot in fear and closed his eyes, ready for a fatal blow from behind… It never came… Instead, Mike suddenly heard a soft voice that sent a chill down his spine. “Mike… RUN!!�. With this the person seemed to just dissapear into thin air from behind him. Mike had been given his orders by someone, or something…. And he wasn’t going to argue with it…! Mike turned and fled from his dead cousin, and with plans to flee the city, he head off for the city gates…
CHAPTER 4: The new life….
Mike was odviously paranoid when he saw the big, blue, iron gates that stopped people coming and going out of the slums without a thorough search first. This always puzzled Mike but it was the rules set down by the strict police presence... Mike got rid of his trusty pocket switch blade in a dustbin round the corner form the checkpoint, vowing to retrieve it later once the fuzz had died down… He stepped out from round the corner, clearly from their relaxed attitude the police hadn’t discovered Davey’s body, yet… Filled with fear he approached the checkpoint. The officer there took one look at him and opened the gate! He was amazed! He was finally free! Free from his old life in the slums of Central City, free from his cruel, uncaring family and free from the chaos and murder he had left behind… He quickly made his way through the pouring rain that seemed to start out of nowhere and into a nearby weapons shop. Mike didn’t know why, but he knew he was drawn to the shop not just to get out of the rain. He inspected the shelves of guns - semi-automatics, shotguns, pistols of all shapes and sizes… they were all there. - They were so close he could touch them… He felt at home here after a life of gun-fights with rival gangs. He was overcome with temptation and with a swift look behind him at the empty counter he grabbed a shotgun from the wall. He walked slowly and quietly over to the desk and slid in between a gap caused by some violent act in the large wooden counter and he grabbed a box of bullets… Big Mike had tought me well, he thought to himself as he stuffed the box in his pocket and the gun under his black leather jacket, propped up under his arm. He thought the silence in the gun shop was strange and so crept behind the counter for one last peek out-back… As he slowly snaked round the corner he saw a man’s legs lying on the ground at the bottom of the stairs. Mike was scared easily and quickly pulled out and loaded the shotgun before stepping slowly closer… Suddenly a cloak flew in front of him and disappeared as quickly as it had came. “What the f**k??� Mike shouted. He sighed with relief as he looked up the stairs to find nothing… At the same time though he had fear with him in the back of his heart. Having some guy lying on the floor round the corner and just seeing a guy flying past him could only mean one thing… Murder! He edged round the corner at the bottom of the stairs and found, sure enough, the bloody site of the shopkeeper lying face-down in a pool of blood. That was all Mike could stand, he wasn’t going to ask questions, he was just going to run… And he did. He ran with all his life out of the front door, all the time panicking about something being behind him… He quickly pulled the shotgun into his jacket again as he came out onto the street. He looked round… No-one… Whoever had done this murder had done it very quietly Mike thought as he slowly went on his way…
CHAPTER 5: The man in red…
The Sun beat down on their heads as the slave workers on the ranch all wiped their brows in formation whilst looking up at the blazing Sun. Hank and Earl, two new-ish workers were the first to notice the stranger riding into the ranch gates in front of them… He rode in on a beautiful brown horse. “Beauty ain’t she…?� Hank said to Earl as they both stopped working and rested on their shovels. “Aye� Earl managed back. “I… I say he’s an out-of-towner judging from the clothes…�. Indeed the stranger did have a pair of denim jeans and a red plain t-shirt on. Not familiar to these country slave workers on the various slave labour camps enforced by the ever-strict police since 2001… They were used to things like Hank’s red neck-tie, anything leather and/or out of date by 200 years, often ‘cowboy’ items like the silver-studded belt and boots of Earl’s… The handsome young black man jumped off his horse and walking into the boss’s office.
“What the-?� Hank coughed.
“Private business…� Earl sneered, his grey bear could be seen glinting in the blazing sunlight now, offering a Morse code off it to any passer by.
Inside the office the owner greeted the man…
“It’s not often we get men round ‘ere… You lookin’ for work?�. The young man simply smiled.
“No. I’m looking for someone…�
“Aren’t we all stranger!�
"We all have our goals in life, agreed" the young man replied without taking his stare off the boss - this made the old man slightly uneasy.
"Yip, we here have found the Lord on this 'ere ranch..." he piped up, scratching his grey, tatty beard with one hand, scratching his ass under his britches with the other. "The good Lord was born here in Colorado y'know, not in some damn barn in Jeru...Jarus.... not in that place anyhoo...."
“I see, well I'm Robyn.... Robyn Blackwood�
“Glad to meet ya, name’s Bryant, Tony Bryant…� the old man leaned across the table with a friendly handshake from his rough hand which looked like he'd done a fair bit of work on the cotton fields out there himself.
“So what is it I can do for ya?�
“I told you…�
“Hey pal, we’re not a lost persons office!�
“No, I’ve been…‘told’ that you know someone I’m looking for…�
“Maybe.. who?�
“Mike… Dunno his surname. Understand he’s your nephew…�. Bryant thought for a minute, he was indeed Mike’s uncle, but this man could be with the law for all he knew…
“Er… sorry… don’t know that name…�.
“O.K…� Robyn said with a pleasant voice and smile. He began walking out when suddenly he turned with a shotgun pulled out of his jacket.
“s***!!� Bryant took cover under his desk. Robyn simply stared at him, head tilted sideways, a sly I have the power here pal smile developing quickly across his face. “Now I’ve got THIS…�, he pointed to his shotgun with his vacant left hand, “…and THESE!�, the young man suddenly opened his mouth, displaying a set of dog-like fangs. His eyes suddenly glowed red and he stood in the doorway smiling at Bryant.
“Oh my God!! Who the f*** are you…?!?�
“Not who Mr. Bryant…WHAT! - I’m a vampire, no ordinary vampire though, believe me, I’m the good guy. I wish to find your nephew because his life is in danger, his whole family, including you, my family…� he drifted off into a dream at this point as his eyes and teeth returned to normal and his smile diminished. Bryant felt safe to come out from behind his desk. “Erm… You mean no harm with them?�.
“No, but something else does… Something just like me except even stronger. He is a master manipulator and I feel that crazy Grandad of Mike’s has mis-informed him of the guardian vampire. You see, I’M the guardian vampire, his ‘guardian’ is actually out to kill him…!!�.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about…!�. Robyn turned his head towards the old man.
“No, you wouldn’t, you are not the chosen one… The one who shall carry on when I am gone…�. As Robyn thought, Bryant grabbed a shotgun from the wall behind him and quickly shot him in the chest! - without a sound, Robyn hit the floor, dead!
“Whoo-wee! - What a weirdo!� Bryant shouted aloud as he came forwards to inspect the body… He poked it with his gun when suddenly it sprung to life and took the gun from Bryant and hit him in the face with the butt end! Robyn stood back up, shook his head and tutted with a smile, “Normally, I’d kill you now, but since you’re a fellow family member and I’m in a rush, I won’t… Tell me where Mike is and I promise you will live..� Bryant wrote down the address of his family and with that Robyn flew out of the office as quickly as he’d entered, leaving a stressed Bryant...
CHAPTER 6: No rest for the wicked…
The next day, Mike approached the flats with hope in his heart… He knocked on the door, desperate for a place to stay the night. He had stayed the night in a bus shelter and so needed better accommodation. The door creaked open as Mike found himself standing face-to-face with a big fellow black man. He was about 300lbs and 6’7 Mike sized up in his mind. “Yesss…?� the big man finally said after about twenty seconds from his frosty graze. “I… I wanna rent a flat for the night…�.
The man smiled. “Aye, with what…?!?�.
“Money…�
“O.K… hit me kid…!�
“Erm…� Mike dug deep into his pockets. He pulled out two dollars, 16 cents and a busted yo-yo, he was carefull not to go deeper or he'd uncover his pocket knife… The big man laughed loudly. “Is… Is that the best ya can do lad?�
“S… Sorry mister… I’ve had a long day...�. Still with a broad smile the man stepped forwards… “Haven’t we all sonny!?! - Flats here start at $50!�.
Just then an old, thin black man appeared in a pair of jeans and red t-shirt from round the corner. Usual wear this side of the Bronx and the thiness of him was nothing new for people living in the slums like he did, he thought of the slums he'd run away from - away from one corpse after another, away from his family, away from rebellion against his parents and the system designed to keep 'his kind' in tact, - the all-white police force of NYC in this year, 2004. In the past 2 years the world hadn't changed much - the school, closed currently for the holidays, was as destitute and ramshackled as ever with vending machines in the corridors that could be screwed out of a soda with a few sharp kicks to the right spot under the money slot, the desks and cupboards were also tatty, worn away by hours of woodworm abuse, 'roaches scuttling in amongst the debris of books thrown on the floor by dissobedient children, kids such as himself had many a time spat their gum on the teacher's boot - in such gangland areas teachers were too scared to tell the student off, knowing if he didnt pull a blade on them there and then, his family or gang would when the teacher least expected. 'Roches, Mike thought... infestation, what was that word Officer Tucker had used to describe black people now... yeah, that was it, vermin...
The thin man drew near now, taking his time despite his slender psyhique. He almost seemed to recognise Mike as he smiled at the boy as soon as he saw him… “Oh hi Mr. Nofa!� the man at the door greeted him with a smile. “I… I was… just leaving…!�. Mike was a bit confused…
“Are you gonna let this guy boss you about man?� he said, feeling all of a sudden more powerful than the big man who’d denied him entrance…
“Er… hehe…! - Good kid!!� the old man spluttered back whilst all the time staring at ‘Mr. Nofa’. Mike looked up and for a split second he thought Mr. Nofa had red eyes! Mr Nofa saw Mike and quickly placed a pair of sunglasses on his face, semmingly conjured up from thin air, before smiling at him… “It’s ok, the boy’s… with me…� he announced to the big man who then nodded and let them both in. “Er, I got your breakfast ready, or are you ‘entertaining’ first…??�.
“No, for once I’m not entertaining my guests� Mr. Nofa smiled back with a calm, near arrogant tone matching his flat thin lips. In fact on inspection everything seemed pale about Mr. Nofa. Mike shrugged his shoulders knowing he had nowhere else to go but fate, so he followed the outstretched arm into Mr. Nofa's abode, or rather the hallway of a tall block of apartments. Similar to that he'd seen in the film Leon, after he and some pals had sneaked into the whites-only cinema playing the film one hot, sunny Saturday evening back in 2004 where it was playing as a digitally re-mastered film, rather like now.
CHAPTER 7: 'Mr. Nofa'
Fate. It's an odd word. Most words are merely nouns representing objects or verbs representing actions but to Mike, fate is so much more than a word, it's a theory on life. Big Mike, Davey and Wayne used to drill this theory into him from an early age - as Mike got older he realised this was not a theory on life as such, more an excuse for the robbing and sometimes killing they did and still do. It's a good theory on life, fate - but not when given by crack-heads and wastes of oxygen his brother and cousins were seen as to the outside world and to Mike himself these days... They taught it as your fate's decided - how you live, how you die, so why bother worrying bout anything? Indeed, worry bout more important things instead Mike - like being a lookout for big cousin and co. while they raided the local shop, shotgun pointed to the Asian shopkeep's head and all. Mike didn't realise to this day one thing though, why Big Mike had to shoot that Asain and right between the eyes too. Mike might've grown up in this modern hood but he sure as Hell didn't like it and not just 'cos of the racism like everyone else but because he thought, he knew he could do better for himself when he grew up.
Miles away from his home, hunted as he thought probably by the white police with their dogs, sharp fangs exposed, drool dripping, same as they were when they helped send Wayne straight to jail last year... At that moment it hit Mike like a lightning bolt.
I am an adult.
This wasn't true of course, but that didn't stop Mike from having thoughts of doing adult stuff - shopping for food, drinking, smoking and screwing some ho in a cheap hotel room with even cheaper condoms. Mike was 15 and found himself increasingly drawn to dirty thoughts such as this. Sort of thoughts Mike's parents would've slapped him for and his cousins and brother would've laughed at him for if they had all been there. They weren't though, so Mike continued disgracefully thinking. He quickly checked to make sure his hands were out of his pockets. They were, at ease by his sides. For the first time upon looking up from his arms he realised he was now in the apartment of Mr. Nofa.
It was a smell of Pot Pourri definitely that filled Mike's lungs as he entered the living room. Mike took a minute to familiarise himself with the room, this sea of brown on the walls and the red carpet with dark red spiral designs sewn into it. Mike was a bad boy on the streets of NYC though and so had no time or passion to be an interior decorator and so went on his merry way into kitchen, he hardly noticed the small TV or the little table it was standing on, Mike's first thoughts went to food. He entered the sparkling white kitchen and nearly gasped in amazement at the organisation of it all. Frying pans, pots and pans piled on top of two large, brown, wooden cupboards stretching to the other end of the relatively small room. Remarkably there were no cupboards at ground level - just a room, two sprawling cupboards up above and a smiling man behind.
It had been at least six hours since he had last ate and he might've been big for his age (5 foot 10, 150lbs of pure muscle last time he checked), he was still only 15 and a "growing boy" as his Mum had put it just the week before to his Aunty Maud. Ah yes, Aunty Maud, last seen in Springville, that's my next stop... Mike thought as Mr. Nofa noticed his hunger and dug straight into the cupboard, bringing out a packet of waffles. Mike's favourite! Mr. Nofa then produced his waffle maker from the top right section of the right-hand side cupboard. Thirty minutes later Mike was on his sixth waffle. "No more!" he burped when offered, Mr. Nofa shrugged his shoulders and gobbled the seventh down himself. Mike got a proper look at his face now that Mr. Nofa had taken his hat and cloak off. "Nice?" Mr. Nofa asked.
"Sure thing, thanks man!" Mike replied patting his now full stomach.
"Good" Mr. Nofa replied back with a smile. "So..." he continued, "what's your name son?".
Mike liked his accent, it wasn't American at all, wasn't really any accent - not posh enough to be English, not American enough to be American, it was for that reason great.
"Mike" he finally replied after thinking of whether to lie or not for a whole ten seconds.
"Hmmm.... nice name kid..."
"Er... thanks" Mike hesitated, living in black-only slums it's difficult to accept compliments 'cos you certainly don’t get many in the estates.
“So…. I’m gonna let you stay here with me for a while on one condition….�
“What’s that?�
“You tell me who and where you’ve run away from…�
“That’s easy man. 213 Cotton Drive, my folks’ place�. “Ya ain’t gonna shop me to da 5-0 are ya…?� Mike’s voice sounded nervous yet deep down in his mind he just wanted to go home…
“Thank you… and, no, I’m not gonna ‘shop’ you…� Mr. Nofa replied with a knowledgable sly grin.
“Can I use your bathroom?� Mike was gagging to take a leak and had only just realised how much he needed to go.
“Sure son, through the door in the bedroom, no, not that one! The OTHER room! One next…that’s it!�
Mike fumbled with Mr. Nofa’s commands and eventually got into the bedroom and subsequent bathroom. Mike stared at the mirror. Ahhhh, that water feels good! |
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Mullin
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 6:20 pm Post subject: |
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| Wow that is alot! :shock: I am going to have to read it tonight or tomorrow Jon as I am off home in a sec! :D |
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Jon1983uk
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 6:28 pm Post subject: |
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Oooh, not a problem, take as long as ya need. :lol:
Yay! :D Another hard day's work over with! :lol: |
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Leandra50
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 2:07 am Post subject: |
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Wow Jon a long read but yes I like. Not bad for a first attempt I suggest you keep on writing
Leandra50 :) |
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Jon1983uk
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 2:28 am Post subject: |
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| Hehe, why thank you and I did do. :) My 'first' story I posted on here (Bus Lives) is on of my last pieces. |
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Mullin
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 10:38 am Post subject: |
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| Well I just spent the last 20 minutes reading it and I am very impressed! :D :D :D |
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Jon1983uk
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2004 1:23 am Post subject: |
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Hehe, sowie. :D
Why thank ya Amy, I owe you one compliment. :D |
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Mullin
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2004 10:11 am Post subject: |
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| Yeah I will add that one to your 'compliment bill' :lol: |
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Leandra50
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2004 11:00 am Post subject: |
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Jon
While I am in my reading mode, lets have 'bus live'
Leandra50 8) |
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Jon1983uk
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2004 3:09 pm Post subject: |
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Hehe, yes ma'am. :D
Hmmm, actually I've already put it up but under a different name. Dunno why, but ya can find it here. :lol:
http://ukevents.net/members/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=918 |
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Leandra50
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2004 6:15 pm Post subject: |
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Thank you youngman, I shall read before I go out tonight
Leandra50 8) |
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Jon1983uk
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2004 9:06 pm Post subject: |
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| Hehe, hope ya enjoy. :D |
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reddevilleanne
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 12:58 am Post subject: |
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Woah, I suggest ya shouldnt read all that at 1am coz it kinda hurts your eyes lol.
Great story though Jon, well done! :wink: :-D |
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Jon1983uk
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 1:28 am Post subject: |
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lol Spank ya :D I think I put a warning at the start that it was long! :lol:
Don't worry, with my writer's block, that's my longest story so far! :P :D |
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 1:31 am Post subject: |
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| It made my headache worse :( |
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