Hello to all who are reading this. It's been far too long since life's being a b**** and all. Had this little idea stuck in my head and I wanted to share it to you all. Don't know if its been done before since i haven't read anything like it but I'm giving it a shot anyways. If the grammar sucks then tuff luck, cuss I don't give a f***, but don't be afraide to leave a review.(^ν^)
Enjoy.
"How many times have I told you! Stay the hell out of my shop!" Crashes, loud noises, and laughter could be heard down the street from a liquor store in one of the bad areas in the neighborhood. A poorly dressed teen wearing a beanie covering the hair came running out the doors carrying a bags full of chips followed by the angry owner who's carrying a heavy ass broom.
"Wait until I catch you, you little bastard!" The teen didn't turn nor stop, flipped him the bird instead, pissing off the owner even more. The man swooped down, grabbed a empty bear bottle and launch it. He missed of course but when I say missed I didn't mean by mere inches from the head, oh no, I mean his aim is so far off target that he ended up hitting someone parked car on the other side of the street. Luckily no one was around to see that so he paid it no mind, he stop to catch his breath knowing full well he can never keep up.
"Yeah...that's right...you better run!" He said between heavy breaths, trying to slow down his racing heart while heading back to his store to make sure nobody else tries to steal anymore goods
Checking over the shoulder to see no one following after making so many twists and turns slowed to a walk down the freezing cold streets of L.A, all the while eating the catch of the day.
'Man, the look on his face when i knocked over his display stand was priceless.' Still smirking at the memory of what happen only moments ago.
Now walking in the better part of L.A passing by all the fancy shops a businesses all the while sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the street full of nicely dressed people. There was something odd out of the corner of the eye, coming closer it was an small out of place antique shop. The small building itself colored a faded royal purple lined with very intricate gold designs of swirls and mythical creatures along the surface, the building sign the opposite color scheme for the background is gold and the lettering royal purple saying Mystics Gatherings. Why someone would name it that I really don't know. All in all, it was very out of place, like an eye sore amongst all the fancy city glamor.
Placing both hands on the shops window to examine the many items on display. Between two large boxes not too far from here is a long clean white coat, there was nothing expensive about it, just a plain old coat. That didn't mean that it was any less good looking, wearing only a hole filled gray jeans and a shredded up once white shirt. The coat was nice and big, too small for an adult but big enough that it will protect the body of the teen from the cold, harsh winter elements.
"I see you taking a fancy to that here coat there young man." Came the old but familiar voice that is far too close for comfort. Twisting around quickly to confront the person, only to find an aged old happy kind face of the women who would leave plates of food for the little teen to eat, the only one who has ever been kind. The last time they met was when she closed her other store because of all the violence and vandalism on the bad side of town. But that was at least 2 years ago, they only known each other for almost a month, it was a bit of a surprise to see her after so long.
"Come, if you want the coat you can have it then boy." Funny, during the time spent together they never once knew each others names, it was probably better that way. Turning she headed for the entrance of her odd little shop while following at a distance.
'I never knew she was into stuff like this.' Passing by many weird looking dolls and masks, the one's you see in little Tokyo. We moved until we reach our destination, plucking the coat out between the boxes, then dropping it into the teens hands.
"There you go, now you don't have to walk in the cold anymore." The old woman, notice the questioning look said, "I don't want you to be walking around wearing rags like that at this time of year, plus I can finally get rid of that little old thing."
Still receiving the same look explained, " I been trying to sell that thing for months now after getting it from an old friend of mine in Germany, he said something about it being cursed, I didn't believe him at the time until all those who buy it return them saying something about it feeling dark and foreboding."
Apparently it didn't matter what it felt so long as it keeps you warm, never one for speaking, a nod of the head as a form of agreement and understanding, the teen turned and left the out-of-place shop keeping their reunion short.
"Hum, it doesn't fell cursed to me, whoever thought it was are a bunch of dumasses." The teen said aloud in a feminine voice admiring the cozy white long coat that went almost to the ground without having to steal it. The sky's becoming darker by the minute signaling the coming of nightfall, passing thru many alleyways coming by one with an emergency stairwell above a dumpster. Quickly going up the fire escape (*slipping a few times and damn near breaking a arm in the process.*) thru a broken window without being seen to the very top floor of the building. The place is a foul smelling dump, nothing but old cheap broken furniture spread thru out the small space covered in dust and mold providing temporary shelter from the oncoming rain for the teen. Pushing pass all the useless crap towards the legless couch with towels for cushions. Laying down and becoming comfortable within the masses while still wearing the warm cozy white coat, eyes closing shut lulled to sleep by soft buzzing noises. Unknown to the coat clad teen that the buzzing noises were actually the thousands of voices coming from within the shadows of the newly attained white coat.
"Look! There he is! Don't let him escape!" Shouted one of the gang members chasing while shooting after a Certain teen in white who just bearly dodge most of the shots.
I bet all of you are wondering why I'm being chased? Well its a funny story actually, turns out the build I decided to sleep at was a secrete base for one of the local gangs in the area and the leader of said gang didn't take to kindly of finding some teen sleeping at there place especially after said teen had thrown a big chunk of broken wood in his face soon upon awakening. I did try to apologize but he wasn't having it, how the hell was I suppose to know that this piece of shit building was there spot?
Being chased in a run down building with a bullet wound in your shoulder by a group of 20 or so men trying to put another in your head is probably not one of the best things to wake up to early in the morning.
Sigh
Hey.
You guys all know that one saying about what happens in life don't you?
well...
Shit happens.
R&R please
