Everyday on the street corner, a man stood watching the crowds. His long white hair was always hidden underneath a hood of the same shade. He never dared to show his face. He never spoke a word to anybody, he only stood in silence, watching and waiting.
There was a man who walked the streets everyday, he always had his nose stuck up in the air, thinking he was better than the rest of the world. He would pass the man with white hair everyday and would torture him to no end. Everyday was the same.
It always started with the bully walking over to him and throwing whatever the man with white hair had on the ground. Most of the time is was coffee, a few times is was a cell phone. It didn't matter to the man, as long as he bothered his victim.
"Hey, how come you don't speak, spineless tool?" The man asked. His victim always shrugged his shoulders. If the man bothering him would have ever seen the other mans face, he would have seen the hurt in his eyes everyday, but his face would be expressionless, like always. He had a low self esteem, and the pain in his blue eyes continued to grow through time.
By the time the man with white hair would get home, he had dealt with the world enough to want it destroyed. One day, he finally snapped. When his torturer came to him the next day, the blue eyed man decided to follow the cruel man home. They arrived at an old, broken down apartment building. It was a surprise people were still allowed to live there.
The man closed and locked the door, it was as if he knew the other man was following him. He was extra cautious about his every move. He was glad to have a room close to the top of the crumbling building. The man's apartment was incredibly hot in the heat of the summer. He decided it would be safe to open up a few windows. After opening one, he looked out the window. There was a single tree on the property and it was right outside of his room. He felt the breeze blowing through.
He stayed and watched TV for a few hours before going to bed. He didn't have one, so he normally slept on the chair in the main room. He fell into a deep sleep, slowly. He dreamed through out the night, until a noise startled him and awoke him from his slumber. He looked over at the window, it had slammed shut. The man stared at it for a few minutes, finally he came to the conclusion that the wind must have made it close. He felt the temperature rising quickly. When he tried to stand up, he found himself restrained by something. He looked down and saw that he was tied up with ropes and chains. How had he not felt whatever tied him up?
The man started to panic. This was far to strange. He began to sweat, feeling the heatwaves of the room. He looked up at the thermostat and saw it was as high as it could go. He tried to scream for help, but, something else was restraining his mouth. He tried to open it and felt a sharp stinging as if his lips were getting cut. A warm liquid oozed into his mouth. The taste of his own blood made him vomit. With his mouth being closed, it sprayed out his nose like a faucet.
His body was losing liquid fast. He was covered in blood and vomit. He was just about to faint when he saw a white figure moving towards him. It had a syringe in one hand and a large knife in the other. He was expressionless as he stared at the man. Now he was the prey.
The white haired man walked over to his prey and turned him over so he was laying on his stomach. Now matter how much he tried, the restrained man couldn't fight him. The ropes and chains where to tight.
"I have come here to make two different points." The white man said. His voice was soft, and rather bored sounding. "See this syringe? This is a tool. Tools help make jobs easier. This one helped me knock you out, so it was easier for me to tie you up like that. By the way, how do you like the work I did on your mouth. Sewing is a rather important skill, wouldn't you agree?" The man with white hair used the knife to cut open the other mans shirt, revealing his bare back. "My second point is this, I went home and looked at myself in the mirror. I may not have the worlds best body, but there is one thing I do have, and that is a spine. Oh don't worry, pretty soon you will the spineless one soon enough."
The tied up man felt another sharp pain, this time in his back. The sound of flesh being cut filled his ears. He screamed, but that just made his mouth hurt more. He could feel his head getting lighter as his blood pooled around him. His face was becoming pale. The man with white hair felt the life drain from his victim.
"Damn, I was hoping I would get so show you what it truly is to be spineless... oh well." He continued on with the cutting and ripping until he finally pulled out his spine, still held together. "Now no one can call me spineless because now, I have two." There was a smirk on his face, it was the first emotion he had shown in years. He walked home, carrying his prize in his hand proudly, his white hoodie, now stained red.
Somebody requested 2p Prussia. This is the first thing I have ever really done with him in it. I had to go online to look up some personality traits and stuff like that. Sorry if it doesn't quite match up with his personality.
If anyone wants to request a short story about any off the 2p's I will gladly write one for them.