Hi everyone, I'm trying something new to try and motivate me to write more. Anyways here's a short story I dream up while I was at my work's orientation. I hope you like it.
Walk out of his office at close to midnight, Vlad Masters smirked in satisfaction from all he had accomplished. He had able to finally get the Chinese deal finalized, his stocks had got up considerably, and to greatest amusement his temporary secretary had practically wet himself when he realized who he would be working with for the next two months, while his regular secretary was on maternity leave. Overall the day had gone very well. Exiting the building, He contemplated for a moment what to do next. Usually after work he would go straight home, have a nice meal while he read a book or listened some classical music. Tonight though he felt energized. 'Hmmm what to do, I suppose I'll go and have a drink before I head home for the night.' Having made up his mind he began walking down the street.
As he moved further down the street, Vlad was wondered where he should go, when he noticed a group of teenagers in coming out of an alley way, all of them a bit roughed up but otherwise they seem in a jovial mood. One turned back and chucked there beer bottle at an apparent target of some sort as they cheered his "great" aim and went on there way. Slightly curious as to what had held the teens interest, Vlad make his way over to the alley, and stared into its shadows.
What he saw shocked him.
The alley way was blocked at the end of it by a brick wall and it was home to the garbage of the two buildings on either side. Where the two walls met an created a corner was a small body curled up on itself. Completely shocked, Vlad stood there for a moment frozen. The child, for it couldn't be anything else, was curled up into a pitiful ball as though to shield itself from anymore blows. The sound of whimpering finally broke Vlad from his trance. 'What on earth is a child doing here, at this time of night?'
Moving slowly so he wouldn't scare the child. Vlad made his way towards the child. Upon closer inspection he determined that the child was unconscious. Sighing Vlad gently began to move the child, as he moved him, Vlad was able to get a better look at him. The child was covered in bruises, scratches and blood in general. Rage flared to life in the usually uncaring man, 'Who do those punks think they are attacking a child!' Shaking his head, Vlad grunted 'I suppose at the moment it doesn't matter. The question is what should I do with the little one.'
Glancing down Vlad slightly smirked at the expression for the child was small. He looked to be around five or six years old, which raised another questions, why was the child out here at this time of night?
Sighing at all the questions, which he had no way of answering. Vlad picked up the child gently and began walking.
To be continued