This is the second chapter to this story. Well, I guess you could have
guessed that. Review! And read my other stories too. Please! Sorry to
beg, but I love it when people review and support me. It feels good.
Uh...anyways, here's the next chapter.
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~6 years later~
The city was huge, with buildings so tall that it looked like they reached the clouds. The people walked the streets, trying to get to where they wanted to be. A man walked along, holding the hand of a younger boy. The man was built well, a good type of father figure. He had short red hair and blue eyes. He looked like a father, but the look on his face explained otherwise. He wore a scowl, as if he were mad, and the way he pulled the little boy along by the hand showed that he was indeed angry.
"Daddy, you're hurting my hand," said the little boy. He seemed to be only about 6 or so. He had spiked red hair and brown eyes. His small legs tried to keep up with his dad's long strides so that it wouldn't look like he was being pulled.
"Just shut up!" yelled the father. He kept walking.
"Drake, wait!" shouted a woman. The man stopped and turned to look at her. She had long red hair and brown eyes. She seemed worried. In front of her, a young boy was also running, a look of hatred on his face. He was only around 11 or so. They both stopped upon approaching the man and the child. His grip tightened on the boy's hand.
"Ouch. Daddy, let go," he pleaded. This caused the other boy to get even angrier.
"Let go of him," said the boy harshly.
"Shut up Rick!" said the man in the same harsh tone. "Come on Mattei." He pulled the boy's arm, causing him to cry out in pain. This sent Rick in a rage. The mother watched on helplessly, not sure what to do to stop her son or her husband. Rick ran at his father and punched him in the back, causing the dad to spin around and glare at his eldest son.
"I dare you to try that again," he said in a harsh voice, tempting his son. Rick took the challenge and punched him again, this time in the gut. The pain surged through his body. The man never thought that his son would be that strong to cause him such pain. He released the younger boy, who just stood there, not bothering to move. The man stood up, his anger out of control. On the side of his belt there was a gun, which he drew out from the holster. He was aiming for Rick. Angered flared in his blue eyes as he stared at his son. His finger began to pull the trigger.
"Rick!" screamed his mother in pure fear at what was about to happen. She ran towards her son and got in front of him as the gun fired. Both the father and Rick stood in shock and regret. The father, Drake, lowered his gun and stared at his wife, her chest now bloodstained. She was lying on the ground, motionless.
"Mom?" said Rick shakily. His father stared on, in complete shock.
"Oh God..." whispered his father. Rick soon became enraged. He charged at his father again and tried to grab the gun from him, but his father tightened his grip on it. The gun was turned around countless times as the two fought for it.
"You jerk! You killed my mom!" yelled Rick. Both were angry. Huge crowds of people had gathered throughout the family quarrel and were now watching what was happening. One took out a cell phone and called 911.
"Let go of the gun!" yelled the father.
"Never!" yelled Rick as he struggled to hold on.
"I'm your father! You will do what I say!"
"You're no father of mine!" With one final struggle, the gun went off. Drake's eyes went wide and his grip on the gun loosened to the point where he let it go. Rick stared on in shock as he held the gun, his finger in the trigger. He had done it. He had killed his own father. All through this, Mattei had just watched, not getting involved in any of it. He was in shock, to the point where he couldn't even cry. Rick looked at the huge group of people, all of them having the same expression of shock from what they had just experienced. Rick turned away and began to run from the group. He grabbed Mattei's hand and both of them ran off, away from the crowd, and away from what had just happened. They kept running until they were far away from the people. They turned the next corner, into an alley to catch their breath.
"Rick..." whispered Mattei. The six year old had just experienced more than most children his age had. His eyes were now swelling with tears and he couldn't control them anymore. He began to cry his young heart out. Rick stared helplessly at his younger brother. He then knelt down and hugged him. Tears began streaming down Rick's face as well.
"Don't worry Mattei. We'll be alright," he said in between sobs. "I'll make sure of it."
"What now...bro?"
"We'll think of something. I won't let anything happen, k?"
"Okay." They both continued to cry. They were now alone in the world...no one was left for them...not a soul.
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Wow.who would have thought that the cocky, Bit-like Rick Star had such a tragic childhood? I know, I have a certain obsession with angsty past lives. Sorry about the time hop, but it had to happen. There will be another one eventually. This won't be that long of a story. REVIEW! Audi^.^
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~6 years later~
The city was huge, with buildings so tall that it looked like they reached the clouds. The people walked the streets, trying to get to where they wanted to be. A man walked along, holding the hand of a younger boy. The man was built well, a good type of father figure. He had short red hair and blue eyes. He looked like a father, but the look on his face explained otherwise. He wore a scowl, as if he were mad, and the way he pulled the little boy along by the hand showed that he was indeed angry.
"Daddy, you're hurting my hand," said the little boy. He seemed to be only about 6 or so. He had spiked red hair and brown eyes. His small legs tried to keep up with his dad's long strides so that it wouldn't look like he was being pulled.
"Just shut up!" yelled the father. He kept walking.
"Drake, wait!" shouted a woman. The man stopped and turned to look at her. She had long red hair and brown eyes. She seemed worried. In front of her, a young boy was also running, a look of hatred on his face. He was only around 11 or so. They both stopped upon approaching the man and the child. His grip tightened on the boy's hand.
"Ouch. Daddy, let go," he pleaded. This caused the other boy to get even angrier.
"Let go of him," said the boy harshly.
"Shut up Rick!" said the man in the same harsh tone. "Come on Mattei." He pulled the boy's arm, causing him to cry out in pain. This sent Rick in a rage. The mother watched on helplessly, not sure what to do to stop her son or her husband. Rick ran at his father and punched him in the back, causing the dad to spin around and glare at his eldest son.
"I dare you to try that again," he said in a harsh voice, tempting his son. Rick took the challenge and punched him again, this time in the gut. The pain surged through his body. The man never thought that his son would be that strong to cause him such pain. He released the younger boy, who just stood there, not bothering to move. The man stood up, his anger out of control. On the side of his belt there was a gun, which he drew out from the holster. He was aiming for Rick. Angered flared in his blue eyes as he stared at his son. His finger began to pull the trigger.
"Rick!" screamed his mother in pure fear at what was about to happen. She ran towards her son and got in front of him as the gun fired. Both the father and Rick stood in shock and regret. The father, Drake, lowered his gun and stared at his wife, her chest now bloodstained. She was lying on the ground, motionless.
"Mom?" said Rick shakily. His father stared on, in complete shock.
"Oh God..." whispered his father. Rick soon became enraged. He charged at his father again and tried to grab the gun from him, but his father tightened his grip on it. The gun was turned around countless times as the two fought for it.
"You jerk! You killed my mom!" yelled Rick. Both were angry. Huge crowds of people had gathered throughout the family quarrel and were now watching what was happening. One took out a cell phone and called 911.
"Let go of the gun!" yelled the father.
"Never!" yelled Rick as he struggled to hold on.
"I'm your father! You will do what I say!"
"You're no father of mine!" With one final struggle, the gun went off. Drake's eyes went wide and his grip on the gun loosened to the point where he let it go. Rick stared on in shock as he held the gun, his finger in the trigger. He had done it. He had killed his own father. All through this, Mattei had just watched, not getting involved in any of it. He was in shock, to the point where he couldn't even cry. Rick looked at the huge group of people, all of them having the same expression of shock from what they had just experienced. Rick turned away and began to run from the group. He grabbed Mattei's hand and both of them ran off, away from the crowd, and away from what had just happened. They kept running until they were far away from the people. They turned the next corner, into an alley to catch their breath.
"Rick..." whispered Mattei. The six year old had just experienced more than most children his age had. His eyes were now swelling with tears and he couldn't control them anymore. He began to cry his young heart out. Rick stared helplessly at his younger brother. He then knelt down and hugged him. Tears began streaming down Rick's face as well.
"Don't worry Mattei. We'll be alright," he said in between sobs. "I'll make sure of it."
"What now...bro?"
"We'll think of something. I won't let anything happen, k?"
"Okay." They both continued to cry. They were now alone in the world...no one was left for them...not a soul.
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Wow.who would have thought that the cocky, Bit-like Rick Star had such a tragic childhood? I know, I have a certain obsession with angsty past lives. Sorry about the time hop, but it had to happen. There will be another one eventually. This won't be that long of a story. REVIEW! Audi^.^