Chatper 4
So umm….I took a break? {NO, I was just going through writer's block}
Also I would love a review, just saying.
Note: I am not proud of chatper 3, 2 and 1, that was simply there to portray the overall idea of it all, from this point on the story will have much more detail than the horrid chatpers before this
{Has anyone noticed that I misspell chapter every time? I mean I thought it was obvious}
The hustle bustle of people talking, walking, arguing, and overall just being loud was still just in the back of Xion's mind along with severe head pain as he tried to remember exactly what happened:
I took a step forward on top of those gravel rocks, excited to show Flo the chocolates I was able to buy with some spare change, I thought to myself "I wonder if Flo has a crush? Ha, I could get him to admit it, and then I'll make myself look as nosy as possible while telling him to give her some candy! Ha! I can't wait to see the look on his face!" I looked to Mrs. Adam's house; she has trouble dealing with the taxes in her old age but her daughter and her son-in-law moved into her house to help, I suppose that I did actually help her with her taxes before this happened, but all I really did was invite her to dinner with us for a few months.
I looked up at the night sky; the stars seemed to be staring at me, the moon in its full, and the warm rays of sunlight turning the corner of the sky into an orange-pink mess of swirls snaking across the sky. I turned the corner of the street; my shabby abode was in clear sight of me now, the streetlamp on the corner made out the outline of the house and made the old oak planks visible now, something was wrong though, seriously wrong…. {ooh I wonder what that would be!}
The door was 12 feet from the door frame, the nails that I had re-nailed into the door that Flo needed for an science assignment were jutting out of the frame like knives, the dark hallway within was calling out to me, almost as if a dark hand was beckoning me to come into its shadowy grasp. I took an unsure step into the house, the birch floor creaked its welcome while the dark door to my left looked ever-worn. And I realized something, Flo was in the house. I quickly started running down the hallway, but then I heard one of the most sickening noises I've ever heard, a gunshot rang out to the rest of the house, I began sprinting down the hall, the pounding of my footsteps and the hallway passing by became a blur, as thoughts began racing in my mind "No, no,no,no,no! Please no! He's the only family I have left!" I burst into his room; the blue-lime carpet had that familiar musky smell, but there were about 20 or so people in the room, all wearing white and blue marine outfits with marine caps on, except for a slightly tall man, who had grease clearly portrayed in his fat fold of skin showing through his white shirt with the world government logo on it, had gold trimmings on the shoulders of his jacket, and had a belly the size of a wrecking ball.
I could easily recongnize him as Dun C. Cran, the corrupt marine captain of our town, known for unfair taxes, beating innocent people, and executing people who could not pay the unfair taxes. I looked at the brown covers on the bed, there was something there, just hidden under the covers, I barely noticed it.
Cran noticed me"eh? Oh look, it's the shipwright, how about we show him the hospitality of the marines?"
I immediately responded "what hospitality? This is my house remember? Speaking of it, get the oversized porridge outta the house before the old lady has to kick the beached whale back to the sea."
One of the marines with black greasy hair and unshaven beard decided to chime in "yeah right, as I recall you make a bloody shipwright and a hellish swordsman"
"At least I don't hide behind my bribes and henchmen" I replied
Cran spoke again "you better watch your mouth, the last one to mock me ended up dead in her bed next to two snot nosed brats."
Anger surged through me, I could feel the urge to strangle him "screw you; I can't believe you would try something like that! Especially when you're dealing with me!"
Cran spoke with a hint of annoyance "oh yeah? Im trembling in my boots"
Cran changed his tone to clear annoyance "kick his ass"
A marine stepped forward, carrying a large metal bat, he slammed it into the base of my skull, pain surged through me, it felt as though I had been hit by a truck, I fell on to the carpet floor, and fell into fetal position, a fist slammed into my arched back and I spit out a wad of blood onto the floor.
Cran laughed "ha, let's not kill him but give him more than that"
I could feel the rest of the marines walk out towards me, I felt a punch on my head, a kick in the heel, a baseball bat in the ribs, and I could feel the crack ring out to the rest of the room as I let out a grunt, pain was now more than I could take, I could feel the burning of muscles and bones while I was being pummeled from everywhere, another baseball bat slammed into my gut, a large blood wad was now on the floor….I blacked out
What could I see now? It just seems like darkness, as if my eyes were closed yet I could feel them open and blink every now and then, the darkness my eyes produced when they blinked was no greater or less than the darkness I could see, "what is this?" I thought to myself "where am I?" I lifted my arm, aching pain, nope, not going to do that again, I couldn't see my arm anyhow
I could hear voices….arguments hidden in the darkness, "internal" I could make out "dinner" was another word I heard, and most of it was garbled whispers….
