Chapter 2- the blind man….
*the night had come, the man walked the streets wearing a long black cloak with a hood..that never revealed its face. As most know, the past will come back to haunt u... that's when a young man drunly walked up to the blind man*
marik: hey! Buddy! What about a drink? Cmon ? how about it?
Blind man:….leave me alone…..
Marik: whats wrong? A drink will fix it…
Blind man: drink…?...
Marik: cmon…hey maybe we can get u a lady…*snicker*
Blind man: ….why would any women want to look at a man like me….
Marik: *had not seen the mans face* what are u tal- *he pulled the hood back to reveal the horrifying face of the man…. It was beaten old n scratched…n he wore a blindfold* whats wrong with you eyes….let me see them…..*trys to grab the blind fold*
blind man: NO! *he barked the order as he kicked marik into the dirt* I do not know who you are…and u will not know who I am…..
marik: wait! Fine…what would be ur name stranger?....
blind man:…..i will never tell….*he disappeared into the eerie shadows of which he came…when he was alone…he popped the hood of the cloak back over his head….so no one was to see his face…was there a purpose in life for him? Was it to walk lonely through his life…the man wanted to know, learn….who? what? where? when? why? …he didn't know…he hadn't experienced life to its fullest…by seeing…* why am I here?...i don't know…but I cant learn…..
*the man walked alone through the dark alley until a figure stopped him in his tracks*
bandit keith: hey old man..*holding crow bar* give up your money and you wont get hurt…..
blind man: …no one will get hurt….*he tried to walk past*
bandit keith: GIMME YOUR MONEY! *he swung the crow bar at his head*
blind man: *without moving bandit keith stopped *
bandit keith: *sees the crow bar split in half* HO-HOW DID U !?
blind man: *his wrinkled face smiled as a small blade held tightly in his hard hands*
bandit keith: *he quickly ran…he hadn't expected an old man to hold a blade…n BE ABLE to use it..*
they say old age comes with great knowledge….the man grew up without knowledge….it is like a row boat with no oar he is like a child…not knowing anything when he is born….but without an opportunity to learn….. there is many things he is missing in his life, love, passion, feelings of happiness….all there is sorrow and darkness. Without the love of someone else….can a child go on living the life….of a blind man….
*the night had come, the man walked the streets wearing a long black cloak with a hood..that never revealed its face. As most know, the past will come back to haunt u... that's when a young man drunly walked up to the blind man*
marik: hey! Buddy! What about a drink? Cmon ? how about it?
Blind man:….leave me alone…..
Marik: whats wrong? A drink will fix it…
Blind man: drink…?...
Marik: cmon…hey maybe we can get u a lady…*snicker*
Blind man: ….why would any women want to look at a man like me….
Marik: *had not seen the mans face* what are u tal- *he pulled the hood back to reveal the horrifying face of the man…. It was beaten old n scratched…n he wore a blindfold* whats wrong with you eyes….let me see them…..*trys to grab the blind fold*
blind man: NO! *he barked the order as he kicked marik into the dirt* I do not know who you are…and u will not know who I am…..
marik: wait! Fine…what would be ur name stranger?....
blind man:…..i will never tell….*he disappeared into the eerie shadows of which he came…when he was alone…he popped the hood of the cloak back over his head….so no one was to see his face…was there a purpose in life for him? Was it to walk lonely through his life…the man wanted to know, learn….who? what? where? when? why? …he didn't know…he hadn't experienced life to its fullest…by seeing…* why am I here?...i don't know…but I cant learn…..
*the man walked alone through the dark alley until a figure stopped him in his tracks*
bandit keith: hey old man..*holding crow bar* give up your money and you wont get hurt…..
blind man: …no one will get hurt….*he tried to walk past*
bandit keith: GIMME YOUR MONEY! *he swung the crow bar at his head*
blind man: *without moving bandit keith stopped *
bandit keith: *sees the crow bar split in half* HO-HOW DID U !?
blind man: *his wrinkled face smiled as a small blade held tightly in his hard hands*
bandit keith: *he quickly ran…he hadn't expected an old man to hold a blade…n BE ABLE to use it..*
they say old age comes with great knowledge….the man grew up without knowledge….it is like a row boat with no oar he is like a child…not knowing anything when he is born….but without an opportunity to learn….. there is many things he is missing in his life, love, passion, feelings of happiness….all there is sorrow and darkness. Without the love of someone else….can a child go on living the life….of a blind man….