Fallen Soldier
By Erika Wing
January 15 AC 198
What the hell was up with those people last night? Had that handsome young man owe those two men money or something? It made Erika sick just thinking about it as she walked to school the next morning. Her mind played reason after reason to her until she took her seat in the back row of her English class. She laid her head down on the desk in crossed arms.
"Hey Wing!" called one of her male classmates, Joel Deene. Erika looked up from slightly to seem Joel approaching her. What did that bastard want now? She turned her neck slightly to the side and cracked her neck with a low sigh; Erika forced herself up and out of her chair. ?Did you hear about the two men who where murdered?"
"No, I haven't had time to read the paper lately." Erika answered thinking of her long hours studying, stocking shelves, sweeping floors, and having to deal with punk kids trying to shoplift.
"Well, it happened on South Avenue last night. Police found the bodies this morning of two middle-aged men wearing back suits. The weird thing it that they didn't have any identification on them. The news paper said that the men had died from internal bleeding in their lungs. But the scary thing there was no weapon found. At they had where a few burses on their chests. Isn't South Avenue near where you work?" Joel asked.
Erika felt her knees weaken and her stomach turn over. Two men in black business suits with not IDs? This was to weird for her to comprehend. Had that boy killed them? But how could that have been possible? How could that boy have killed the two men by himself?
"Erika? Erika? What's the matter?" Joel asked waving a hand in her face. Erika awoke from her daze and pushed Joel's hand out of her face.
"I'm fine, Joe...?
"Okay," Erika thought as she stocked the candy shelves before late night opening. "Just keep calm and don't worry about those men or that boy." But she couldn't stop thing about the young man. Not that she was sacred his silence by him. But the fact that he had sad eyes. Erika remembered a lot of people had those eyes in the orphanage.
Erika remembered that day, three years ago, when her father just left. Erika had only been thirteen and she hadn't really understood what was going on at the time. She later learned that her father had joined the White Fang and had died when Libra and Peace Million went down. But her mother had suffered a even worse fate. She had been murdered in a street riot.
Not to long after that, Erika had been taken away by some social worker to the foundation. Erika never let that slow her down at all. She always had worked hard in the foundation's school to be accepted into the program that would let her leave. "Alright, now to get to my homework!" Erika smiled after she threw out the empty packing boxes the candy had been in. She unlocked the front door of the store and turned on the open sign. She went behind the desk and sat in her stool near the register and pulled out her math book.
"Where is my pencil?" Erika said digging through her book bag. "Damn it! I guess I forgot it somewhere," she reached down and to the locked desk dour. Erika froze when she opened it with the key. Next to the pack of number two pencils, there was a hand gun and two magazines. Erika knew the gun was there for robbers and such. But still, she had never touched the gun because death scared Erika. It always had and always would.
Her trembling hands reached for the box of pencils and she quickly slammed the door shut. "Damn it!" The door opened and a small boy walked in, with his hands in his pockets. He had a baggy sweater on, much to big for a boy his size. Erika smiled at him as she sharpened a pencil. The boy gave her a nervous smile and walked down to the back of the store near the sodas and beer. Erika looked into the back camera screen next to the TV under the desk. The boy was stealing a couple of beers.
"That little brat!" Erika though as she grabbed a broom handle and started to walk to the back of the store. "But it back!" she screamed. The child spun around with the two beers in his sweater pocket. Erika snatched him up by his sweater hood. But the boy slipped out of the sweater and started heading to the door in a brisk run. "Come back here you little bastard!"
By Erika Wing
January 15 AC 198
What the hell was up with those people last night? Had that handsome young man owe those two men money or something? It made Erika sick just thinking about it as she walked to school the next morning. Her mind played reason after reason to her until she took her seat in the back row of her English class. She laid her head down on the desk in crossed arms.
"Hey Wing!" called one of her male classmates, Joel Deene. Erika looked up from slightly to seem Joel approaching her. What did that bastard want now? She turned her neck slightly to the side and cracked her neck with a low sigh; Erika forced herself up and out of her chair. ?Did you hear about the two men who where murdered?"
"No, I haven't had time to read the paper lately." Erika answered thinking of her long hours studying, stocking shelves, sweeping floors, and having to deal with punk kids trying to shoplift.
"Well, it happened on South Avenue last night. Police found the bodies this morning of two middle-aged men wearing back suits. The weird thing it that they didn't have any identification on them. The news paper said that the men had died from internal bleeding in their lungs. But the scary thing there was no weapon found. At they had where a few burses on their chests. Isn't South Avenue near where you work?" Joel asked.
Erika felt her knees weaken and her stomach turn over. Two men in black business suits with not IDs? This was to weird for her to comprehend. Had that boy killed them? But how could that have been possible? How could that boy have killed the two men by himself?
"Erika? Erika? What's the matter?" Joel asked waving a hand in her face. Erika awoke from her daze and pushed Joel's hand out of her face.
"I'm fine, Joe...?
"Okay," Erika thought as she stocked the candy shelves before late night opening. "Just keep calm and don't worry about those men or that boy." But she couldn't stop thing about the young man. Not that she was sacred his silence by him. But the fact that he had sad eyes. Erika remembered a lot of people had those eyes in the orphanage.
Erika remembered that day, three years ago, when her father just left. Erika had only been thirteen and she hadn't really understood what was going on at the time. She later learned that her father had joined the White Fang and had died when Libra and Peace Million went down. But her mother had suffered a even worse fate. She had been murdered in a street riot.
Not to long after that, Erika had been taken away by some social worker to the foundation. Erika never let that slow her down at all. She always had worked hard in the foundation's school to be accepted into the program that would let her leave. "Alright, now to get to my homework!" Erika smiled after she threw out the empty packing boxes the candy had been in. She unlocked the front door of the store and turned on the open sign. She went behind the desk and sat in her stool near the register and pulled out her math book.
"Where is my pencil?" Erika said digging through her book bag. "Damn it! I guess I forgot it somewhere," she reached down and to the locked desk dour. Erika froze when she opened it with the key. Next to the pack of number two pencils, there was a hand gun and two magazines. Erika knew the gun was there for robbers and such. But still, she had never touched the gun because death scared Erika. It always had and always would.
Her trembling hands reached for the box of pencils and she quickly slammed the door shut. "Damn it!" The door opened and a small boy walked in, with his hands in his pockets. He had a baggy sweater on, much to big for a boy his size. Erika smiled at him as she sharpened a pencil. The boy gave her a nervous smile and walked down to the back of the store near the sodas and beer. Erika looked into the back camera screen next to the TV under the desk. The boy was stealing a couple of beers.
"That little brat!" Erika though as she grabbed a broom handle and started to walk to the back of the store. "But it back!" she screamed. The child spun around with the two beers in his sweater pocket. Erika snatched him up by his sweater hood. But the boy slipped out of the sweater and started heading to the door in a brisk run. "Come back here you little bastard!"