| The Vagabond |
[Dec. 4th, 2003|10:49 pm] |
As Tim approached the door, his brother seemed to slow down. Tim was not the only one that noticed something was wrong. “No, not now…..please not now…” Joe whispered under his breath, inaudible to his younger brother. Tim reached for the doorknob and turned it slowly. Joe then darted down the street with amazing speed, leaving his brother behind. Tim walked into the house slowly, unaware of what danger was awaiting. He put his foot down, and the carpet had a strange wetness to it. Tim quickly reached for the light switch to his right looked down to see what he stepped in. It was blood. Tim looked up and saw something he would never forget, and would haunt him even in death. Blood was everywhere, and the bodies of his family were littered on the floor. Tim could not speak, he couldn’t believe this was for real. All he could do was stare at what had become of his loved ones. He tried to reach for the phone, but after taking a few steps and hearing the splatter of blood and entrails, he passed out on the soggy floor. He would not awaken for hours, and within those hours all the memories he had of his family passed through his head at once, for he knew he would never see them again.
When he awoke, he was in the hospital, a nurse was just about to leave the room. “Wait…”Tim said weakly, as he was still drowsy. “What the hell happened???”. The nurse sighed, then replied. “You passed out, from what I heard there was a pretty big mess at your house.” Just hearing that gave Tim a lump in his throat. “Did…..any of them make it? Please…..tell me.” The nurse shook her head, incapable of speaking about Tim’s tragic loss. “What about Joe, where is he at???, Tim asked. He anxiously awaited her answer, “Your brother, is no where to be found, we haven’t been able to contact him at all. “Shit…” Tim said as he sprang up from the bed. The nurse said something to him as he walked out of the room, but his mind was focused on finding his brother. There was no one left but Joe, all of Tim’s friends must’ve heard something about his family, so there was no way he was going back to school. As he walked out of the hospital, he had no clue where he was going. Tim was never good with directions but then again, it didn’t really matter. He had no home, no place to go, no one to be with. He was alone, and he was better off with the rest of his family now. |
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| The Beginning. |
[Nov. 25th, 2003|11:59 pm] |
“Everyone has a path of life that they choose, whether it be a path of religion, a path of pleasure, or a path of responsibility. The bad thing is the only real way to find out what path you took in life is for you to be dead.” - Anonymous
The pain in his face was easy to shake off with all of the adrenaline rushing through the rest of his body. He never expected his bully to actually resort to fighting dirty. The one chance that Tim had to actually stand up for himself, and he was brought to his knees with a combination of mud in the face and a quick jab to the left eye. “Just leave me alone, I don’t want to start any trouble.” Tim pleaded. Tim‘s face turned beat red and his eyes started to water .“Trying to take the pussy way out again, eh Novak? You act like a big shot in front of your friends then cry like a bitch when you get hit.” the bully yelled at his victim. “Fuck you asshole, you’re just doing this because no one likes you and you gotta take it out on kids who aren’t as strong as you.” Tim said with confidence. The bully took offense to Tim’s comment and kicked him square in the chest, knocking Tim on his back. It hurt for him to breathe, and he knew there was no way he’d be able to win a fight against someone so experienced, all he could do was lay there and beg for mercy.
As the bully took a step closer, he felt his knees give way to a powerful kick to the back of the leg. Before Tim could sit up to see who helped him, the hero yelled “Get your fucking hands off my brother!”. Even though it pained him to do so, Tim sighed in relief. Tim’s brother Joe was always there when he needed him to be, he was accustomed to rescuing him from the occasional fight. “Alright, whatever the hell you want. I’ll go, but you’re not going to be so lucky next time Tim” the bully said as he walked away limping.
“Once again, I have to save your baby ass” Joe told his younger brother. “When you going to learn how to fight anyways?”. Tim smiled and said, “I wont have to learn how to fight If you’re always here to bail me out. Now let’s get the hell outta here before some more bastards show up.”
Since neither of them had a car, they had to walk home from Tim’s school, and it hurt every step of the way. It was going to take a while for him to heal from his recent incident, and Tim was never a fast healer in the first place. But on the way home, Tim sensed something wasn’t right, it was already getting dark and Tim's parents' cars were out in front but the lights were off inside of his house. Something definitely wasn’t right. |
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| The moment you've all been waiting for..... |
[Nov. 24th, 2003|10:51 pm] |
Seeing that I cannot stand reading Eric's story any longer, and I know you all want some quality entertainment from yours truly, I've decided to write my own story. Of course its going to be a fiction fantasy story, but its not gonna have any super powers and weird dragon ball z aliens and shit, something all of us will understand. Sorry for dissin you Eric, but I can't stand reading "wtfzor" in a story, thats internet talk, not literature.
I'm going to try to update it at least once a week, if not more, to keep all of you interested. If all of you guys like my stories, I may start writing once a day. I hope you all enjoy my story, and I'll make a title for the story as I go along with it, and also titles for all the chapters. (thank god post edit!).
Well, Its 11:00 at night, so i dont think ill write today. |
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