Benjamin Conlon stood on a Brooklyn pier. The water lapped up against the
side of the dock, and the wind blew bringing in the tide. He focused his
eyes on the bottle as his strong hand firmly gripped the sling shot. He
pulled back on the sling, releasing a marble to shatter the bottle. He did
this over and over to relieve him o his stress.
He didn't pay any attention to the loud footsteps coming down the docks. He knew it was his best friend, and muttered in a low voice, "How's it rollin?" Francis didn't answer, but only listened for some hint as to why Ben acts the way he does.
Benjamin's blue-grey eyes watched the possible rain clouds move in overhead. The dark color moving in, reminded him of his own feelings. Lost and alone, tired of his own actions. He knew only one person would ever understand him, but Vixen was gone. She had left him just like all the others. He knew what he did wrong. All the fights, gambling, bossing people around, making people fear him. She wanted him to grow up and leave his childish Newsie Leader Life behind him. She wanted him to pass along the title long ago, but his egotistical ways refused to allow anyone to take his title, and it took away the only thing he truly loved. And probably the only thing that truly loved him.
He was crying for help on the inside, wanting to move on. To leave his past and start a future. But his ways wouldn't allow it, and no one could hear his cries. Even I he did change his pass along the title of the Brooklyn Leader, he would still be known as the fearless leader, the most intimidating person in all of New York. Even as he stood next to his 6'3" friend, his smaller height of 5'6" made it seem like he could reach the sky and take on the world.
As the wind picked up again is blew his hair into his face. But it also seemed to bring in new chances, a new start. On the street above, Vixen walked hurriedly to her nearby apartment. The day's work made her tired and she longed to just sit down and relax. Ben saw Vixen as she strode down the street. Looking like one of the classiest people of New York, as if she were a Broadway Star. Her hair swayed in the breeze, and her jacket which was just a bit too big tried its damnedest to blow open.
Ben knew what he had to do to fix his life. He ran up onto the street, and stopped her quickly. He begged and pleaded, asking for forgiveness. She truly loved him, and just wanted to start a real life with a family and a good husband. To his disbelief, she had been waiting for him the entire time, and more than gladly brought him back into her life.
As Ben and his fiancé held each other, the sun broke through the clouds. It seemed as if just like Ben's emotions, the clouds were gone, and sun was the only thing left to shine. Ben now had only one thing visible in his eyes, the fearful look was replaced with the look of love, and that's the love he has for Vixen.
He didn't pay any attention to the loud footsteps coming down the docks. He knew it was his best friend, and muttered in a low voice, "How's it rollin?" Francis didn't answer, but only listened for some hint as to why Ben acts the way he does.
Benjamin's blue-grey eyes watched the possible rain clouds move in overhead. The dark color moving in, reminded him of his own feelings. Lost and alone, tired of his own actions. He knew only one person would ever understand him, but Vixen was gone. She had left him just like all the others. He knew what he did wrong. All the fights, gambling, bossing people around, making people fear him. She wanted him to grow up and leave his childish Newsie Leader Life behind him. She wanted him to pass along the title long ago, but his egotistical ways refused to allow anyone to take his title, and it took away the only thing he truly loved. And probably the only thing that truly loved him.
He was crying for help on the inside, wanting to move on. To leave his past and start a future. But his ways wouldn't allow it, and no one could hear his cries. Even I he did change his pass along the title of the Brooklyn Leader, he would still be known as the fearless leader, the most intimidating person in all of New York. Even as he stood next to his 6'3" friend, his smaller height of 5'6" made it seem like he could reach the sky and take on the world.
As the wind picked up again is blew his hair into his face. But it also seemed to bring in new chances, a new start. On the street above, Vixen walked hurriedly to her nearby apartment. The day's work made her tired and she longed to just sit down and relax. Ben saw Vixen as she strode down the street. Looking like one of the classiest people of New York, as if she were a Broadway Star. Her hair swayed in the breeze, and her jacket which was just a bit too big tried its damnedest to blow open.
Ben knew what he had to do to fix his life. He ran up onto the street, and stopped her quickly. He begged and pleaded, asking for forgiveness. She truly loved him, and just wanted to start a real life with a family and a good husband. To his disbelief, she had been waiting for him the entire time, and more than gladly brought him back into her life.
As Ben and his fiancé held each other, the sun broke through the clouds. It seemed as if just like Ben's emotions, the clouds were gone, and sun was the only thing left to shine. Ben now had only one thing visible in his eyes, the fearful look was replaced with the look of love, and that's the love he has for Vixen.