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Ever changing reality
Ch. 1
My name is Dante Condon, better known as DC or Dante. An orphan at birth, just dropped in some dumpster in L.A.. 2 days later found by a cop investigating strange noises It was a miracle I survived. Soon after I recovered I was left in an orphanage and they made up my last name for registration and all, but who cares.
Grew up to the age of 6, that was when I was marked as an outcast. I was trying to make friends but I noticed several kids picking on this little guy on the jungle gym I decided to get a closer look. I just got to them when he was pushed off he landed awkwardly on his neck, he wouldn't move. All the other kids quickly left and soon the orphanage matron quickly came over. She also started dialing that number on her phone.
Later police cars and ambulances rolled up at the front of the orphanage. The little kid died of a broken neck and I was the main suspect. No one believed me when I said it was a group of other kids. although They never convicted me because I was a minor, no one looked at me the same way again. I was forever alone.
Elementary school: hah that was a riot no one wanted to be near me. I was the kid that would kill you if you got too close.
Junior high: now that was a bit tricky. Fuckin survival of the fittest, had to learn the hard way too. People tried to be top dog by beating me down to prove it since I had the most intimidating profile. I found the solution at the local gym. After all the blood sweat and tears no one would dare mess with.
High school : a mix of both. I didn't bother anyone and they wouldn't bother me. But when they did I got even... with interest.
Now back to the present I'm 17 I'm a straight six feet tall, brown mop of hair a slight tan, wearing a plain black tshirt with a pair of blue jeans and black tennis shoes, a junior in high-school the current holder of the title "total outcast". I still live in the orphanage and am in the middle PE. We are playing soccer and as usual I'm the goalie mainly because I'm the best and that they don't feel comfortable with me running around kicking the ball.
As are team made another goal the warning bell rang. We all headed to the locker rooms. I quickly changed and headed outside so I waited till the end of school bell rang. I took my usual route to the orphanage across several streets and through this one alley that usually gets me into all sorts of trouble. Like now.
As I was nearing the end of the alley a finely dressed teenager steps out from the end.
"Hello there my name is Eric Lombardy." He introduces.
"Let's just get to the point I know you're kind don't come to these parts let alone interact with the total outcast. So spill it what do you need?" I said sternly.
"Down to business I see. Fine then I need you to come with me on a little trip. I will compensate for your time with me as well as free food and shelter." Eric explained casually.
"So you want some grunts, why not get some jocks they've got brawn-"
"But not the brains Dante. You've got strength , you have cunning, you are the perfect asset for what I need." Eric praised.
"Hmm how much are we talking about?" I asked.
"500 dollars a week,plus expenses." Eric said.
"Sorry but I don't want a part in this. It seems too good to be true but thanks for the compliments." I said tiredly. I walked right past him and he didn't do a thing to stop me.
As I left I couldn't help but think of several other kids like him. They wanted a bodyguard that wouldn't be conspicuous and easily passed of as a friend or something. I was the main candidate usually because of my background. The thing is I didn't really want to fight for a living or guard some rich piece of shit brat.
As I made my way through the surprisingly massive orphanage I neared the ever empty hallway to my room. No one lived in a room the next to mine since the incident. I opened my door to my plain-looking room. I didn't really see a need to decorate. I flopped down on my bed and decided to take a nap.
I woke up and looked right to my alarm clock it read 9:12. I decided that I would take a late night stroll, it's not as if I had anyone waiting for me. I grabbed my trench coat and walked out of the orphanage. I kind of liked walking around at night. It was kind of fun to see how things were different when it is dark.
As I was turning around a corner I heard a very short scream. I quickly looked around and noticed a person flailing around while being dragged into an alley. I quietly walked up to it and looked around the corner. There was a woman and a man by the looks of it he was in a color gang. Which were pretty common today. The man had some sick and twisted grin only a psycho would've had. And the girl was backed between a dumpster and the corner of an alley under some random hanging lamp. I knew I had to do something because from experience that no one would call for help, assuming that someone else would.
"Yo, fucker what are you doing in my territory." I called quickly turned to me but relaxed when he saw me.
"Do you know who your messin with I'm in the fuckin RED SCARVES! So you'd better get outta here before I tell my gang to take you out mothafucka." He said haughtily.
"I don't care if you're the president of our country. Get. The. Fuck. Off. My. Turf!"I said threateningly.
The man knew that he couldn't talk his way out now. He quickly pulled out a 8 inch switch blade and ran at me. I got ready to take him on. I closed the distance between us and he threw his arm to slash at me but I rushed forward and wrapped my arm around his outstretched arm and quickly delivered a jab to his stomach. While he was trying to catch his breath I kneed him in the groin. He dropped his knife and crouched into a fetal position. I kicked the knife under the dumpster and walked past the downed man. I found the girl still by the dumpster.
"You okay?" I asked plainly.
"Thank you mister." She said timidly.
"Just get outta here." I said leaving no room for arguments. She took this as the cue to leave. As she was running out of the alley she yelled "I'll never forget what you've done for me."
"Like it really matters." I mused.
"Yeah, like it matters to a dead man."
I quickly turned around just to get shot in the chest by the previously thought downed man. I was in shock and stumbled to the dumpster. I heard the man run away right past me. My legs weren't able to hold me up for long and I dropped to my knees. I tried reaching under the dumpster for the knife. I found the knife and quickly brought it out. I knew this was gonna hurt but I shoved the knife in the bullet hole and dug the infernal piece of lead. The pain was almost unbearable. I was having trouble staying awake and I was loosing a lot of blood. The last thing I saw was that girl from before staring at me from the end of the alley.