Youth of Devastation
CHAPTER 3
Withdraw was the inception o it all, it was desolate and unimaginably tedious. The couch wasn't her preferred spot but it was farther away from everyone else. Nothing was valuable; her environment was wounding her greatly. A single warm water bottle and cheese n` cracker snacks sat on the floor deliberately wasting her young immune system. Her brother was lying on top of his bed sheets still in his damaged costume. There were dark stains on his cheeks that were dripping down to his neck. He would have to battle his emotions to get up to use the bathroom and the house reeked of poor care. He wanted to be as jovial as his infant sibling was what a horrid perception. But after a while he craved to escape, so he put on his plain attire and left the house riding his skateboard.
The destination didn`t matter as long as no one saw him in his sensitive state. There was nothing to achieve and there was no reason to weep anymore. His parents worried about his whereabouts but decided to let her friend deal with him. Snug was morning just as hard as every innocent soul on the planet. He eventually picked up the phone and agreed to find her oldest son.
Like a wandering bullet he ended up in the urban neighborhood, finally frightened by his lack of attention. He picked up his skateboard and carried it under his arm. Walked a few paces and sat on the steps of an apartment building. He laid back and closed his eyes; he remained there for about several minutes before he was joined by a beautiful Asian girl around his age criteria. He grunted in aggravation and confusion, she said her name was Akemi Wakahisa. She asked for his name, and he gave in to her kind manner and answered. She was surprised to meet a boy named Dashiell.
"You don`t seem too happy right now, that`s why I am sitting next to you. And if you`re wondering why I`m not with my parents it's because I don`t really care. " He was speechless for ten minutes. "Some people call it insane but whenever I leave nobody asks because this city is too blind to notice a troubled youth like ourselves." It was then he realized that dreams are killed by the darkness of reality. She stood up and offered him the chance to stay at her place, he was about to object before Snug found him and took him by surprise. "Please don't make this harder kid!" he pleaded glumly.
Past ten thirty, he found the energy to put the television set on. A popular basketball game was on possibly to lighten the mood of the audience. This created a slighter sense of vitality inside him and he put a blanket over himself until he got comfortable. It didn`t take long for him to reminisce about the times he would ask his family if he could try out for basketball. He smiled because he knew that he was taking the first paces to getting past his inconsolable phase.
A penthouse was filled with grunts and screams of frenzy as two well-developed men were having a death battle in a mini-arena assembled inside an enormous penthouse. There was a crowd of gamblers cheering for their ticket to fortune, up two flights of stairs was a room full of well-tailored drug dealers discussing trade routes and behind a tightly bolted door was a man on a telephone. He was six foot three and weighed just about two hundred and thirty pounds; he had admirable posture and posters of famous movies on his walls. There walls were soundproof so it was easier for him to concentrate on his work, he was the owner of this wicked penthouse. And had countless enemies to eliminate so he put hidden cameras outside his door, equipped with poisonous darts that could be discharged via a control panel in his exquisite office. After he finished his phone conversation he was startled by a sudden presence outside the room. A woman in a kimono was holding his dinner on a silver platter, he quickly invited her in and she unquestioningly set it on the counter.
Several scared men in execution hoods were also scheduled to enter the office. They were on their knees in a single file line, a chain gang of sobbing men. They could hear a fire being lit and someone humming the national anthem of the United States. "That is the American anthem is it not?" the men reluctantly nodded in agreement. "And all of you are citizens who chose to support the supers when they decided to return, am I correct?" they shook again. "Well "heaven" awaits you bastards!" he exclaimed before executing them with a scorching hot katana sword.
He took the hood off of the cadavers and he let out a sigh of relief as a young Japanese man entered, "You did a superior job of fooling them into thinking they were going on a business trip." They youngster laughed and added "Well you are my Father, and we are clan Wakahisa. What would you expect of me?" His Father put his arm around him, "You bring us great honor, come and let us eat some homemade Japanese gourmet." A team of maids came in and cleaned up the mess of dead bodies while the two notorious mobsters turned on the television and rejoiced once again at the death of their longtime enemies.