Another story outside my norm…I'll give this a try.
THIS CHAPTER RATED "T"(PROBABLY BORDERLINE "M", BUT NOT QUITE) FOR MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND RAPE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
"Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this?"
-(I Just) Died In Your Arms, Cutting Crew
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He was the last person anyone would ever expect to do something like this…and, yet, here he was, the one accused. It was not his fault that a young woman was now dead, yet, he would be the one completing the life sentence in prison…if they did not give him the death penalty for this. No, he had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time…but none of that mattered now. The Gods really did hate him…
Hanson Harrison Haddock III knew all too well not to be out late. The peaceful town grew shady much too quickly after the sun set. Gangs were everywhere and Hanson, unwillingly, was a part of the most ruthless one in town. Why had he ever let his cousin talk him into joining that gang? Now, more than ever, Hanson wished he had never accepted the offer.
In their gang, The Hairy Hooligans, everyone had a nickname. There was his cousin Snotlout and the twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut among many others…and then there was he, Hiccup.
On this night, Snotlout had brought in a woman—chained and gagged, yet fighting her fate. Hiccup had kept to the back, not interested in the scene unfolding before him: his cousin, his ruthless cousin raping the girl. She looked strong, but even she could not overpower the strength of the men from this street gang.
When they'd finished, Snotlout pulled out the gun he kept on his belt. Hiccup kept to the shadows still, knowing that the gunshot would draw law enforcement.
He felt sorry for the girl and wished he could help. Even from this distance, he could see fear shining in her crystal blue eyes. Her loose blonde hair, dirty from the cold and unforgiving ground, fell around her. She was trembling, but trying hard to stay strong.
"Any last words?" Snotlout mocked, knowing full well that she was still gaged. "Very well, then." He pulled the trigger and the girl fell limp to the ground.
From a distance, a siren sounded and it grew closer. Police in this town were always ready to break up gang fights as they happened so frequently.
"Hooligans, scatter!" Snotlout ordered.
All the Hooligans took off in a plethora of directions…except Hiccup. He could not run fast, a childhood injury slowing his progress. As a young boy, he had broken his left ankle. Not receiving medical treatment for the injury, it had healed wrong and still hurt him to this day. It was for this very reason that the police found him not ten minutes later only a short distance from the spot where Snotlout had raped and shot dead the girl.
Hanging his head and glancing back to the alley, Hiccup whispered an apology as his hands were cuffed behind his back and he was led to the waiting police car.
Haven't written anything in a while, so I decided to do a warm-up story. I know that most probably didn't like this story, but I just needed something to get back into it. Hopefully now I can get working on the next chapter of YOPS.
See you all next time inspiration (and good music) strikes.
Posted: January 19, 2015