So bored and I have nothing else to think of for this…and I totally re-wrote 7-99 of the 100 theme challenges 'cause I didn't care much for the others. If anyone has gone on the WilliamxRonald headcanon page on tumblr, I got the idea for this from there.
# 7 Memory
It felt so long ago, so very long ago. He couldn't exactly remember how many years ago that he had died, or how old he was. Whenever he was asked he would say he was twenty-three, or old enough to know better. That day he remembered clearly, and sometimes it scared him.
"Yo Knoxy Boy! How you doin'?" Ronald was all smiles when he entered the local bar in his town and threw on an apron, tying it securely around his waist.
"I'm doin' good Chuck! Doin' real good! Finally got the girl!" He did a little cheer and bounced in the air, and then slipped behind the bar's counter and wiped the surface down with a towel. The man known as Chuck gave a thumbs up and walked over to a table to get orders from a group of rowdy young adults.
Ronald had given orders to what he calls "the usual group". They consisted of business men, adults looking for comfort though alcohol after a bad breakup, or just people looking for a good time. Only the man he just gave a drink to was someone he's never seen before. He obviously went into the business men group, but he was much different. When they came they had smiles on their faces and joked around with each other, but this man came alone. Not a strand of dark brown hair was out of place, and he had the oddest habit of fixing his glasses every five seconds.
Geesh, guy must be new in town or something.
The youth kept his eyes on that man all night. He didn't say a word, and didn't move from that one stool at the end of the bar. It felt like forever since he arrived and sat right down in that spot, ordered only one drink, said a quick thank you and never said a word after that. Ronald let out a sigh and glanced at his watch, it was getting pretty late, he should probably get going before his girlfriend got worried and went looking for him. He stepped out of the bar and took one last look at the man, but to his surprise he was gone.
"Tch, must have gotten bored or whatever…" Ronald said to himself as he hung up his apron. "Yo Chuck! You can handle the place now right?" The blonde got a nod in return and was about to leave out the front door when an unknown man barged into him, slamming them both onto the floor.
"Aye guy! What's the big idea?" Ronald snapped and kicked the man off him, smirking when he heard a displeased grunt.
"Shut it brat! It ain't any of your damn business!" He yelled and pushed the youth away from his person, and was knocked to the ground.
"Tch, no one messes with me, you hear? No one!" Ronald yelled and gave a swift punch to the man's face, shaking his hand from the impact and hearing the noise of an obviously broken nose. The man gave a hiss in pain, flipped them over so Ronald was underneath him, and pulled out something the young man couldn't see from his pocket. Before he could as much as move out from under the man, he felt a stinging pain and skin breaking apart. He could see the man's eye's glint and smirk largely, and the pain came again, and again. It hurt so much but he couldn't scream, he couldn't make a sound. His voice was caught in his throat.
Finally, the stabbing pain stopped.
"Excuse me, sir. I think that's enough. I have a job I need to do…"
This new voice was calm and held a place of high authority, and it soothed Ronald just a bit, it distracted him from the intense pain littering his stomach and chest. The uncomfortable weight left his legs, and with a staggering gasp the blonde youth tried to move, but a hand stopped him.
"Don't move, it will all be over soon…" The voice was as calm as ever, and a new pain erupted in Ronald's chest.
Then nothing.
Ronald woke up with a startled gasp days later in a brightly lit place and he felt so blinded, and not just from the lights.
"Oh, good. You're awake."
That voice, where had he heard it before?
Ronald tried to open his mouth and speak, no words came out, his throat was too dry. He let out a cough and reached out blindly for something, anything to get an idea of his whereabouts. What he got was a pair of glasses placed on his nose, and inches away from his face was a man with perfectly combed back dark brown hair and glasses.
"You may want to take it easy for a bit. You took a lot of damage back there."
And then it hit him. The man at the bar…the mind numbing pain.
"A-a-am I d-dead?" The words finally left Ronald's quivering lips. The man fixed his glasses and pushed him to lie completely down…when was he even in a bed in the first place?
"Someone like that. Technically you are dead, but at the same time you're not."
"This is so confusing…who are you?"
"I am William T. Spears."
After that, everything had gone dark.
