Well, I just got back from Chicago, and I'm kind of tired. I decided that I
needed to write some more, since I didn't all weekend, but I don't expect
that this is going to be a very long chapter.
Actually, I'm lucky to be able to write this chapter at all. I ran our car into a ditch on Friday on the way down, and we came real close to buying it off of a semi. What happened was we were going passed an on ramp and a semi and a couple of cars were coming on, so I moved the car into the fast lane to let them merge. Unfortunately, there was about a foot of snow in the fast lane since the plow hadn't been through yet, so I went into a slide. Being the wonderful driver that I am, I hit the brake, and the car slid right in front of the semi, across the highway, and into the ditch on the right hand side.
That was my fun experience this Christmas break, and I hope I won't be having any more soon.
Enjoy this newest chapter of Pools of Torment.
Writing for HIS glory ALWAYS
Dante/TME/Brian/Isildri
Disclaimer- I still don't own nothin.
*~*
Link stood motionless, unable to move, as the Executioner approached him again.
"Now we go to a day a few years later. You remember this day?"
Link found himself surrounded by the familiar sights of his old school. The faces on the kids that he saw were all ones that he knew, and the sounds and smells all felt so real. The Executioner took him to a remote corner behind a building, where a crowd of boys was gathered. Link instantly remembered the day.
"So, you're actually going to fight him?" The voice came from just another face; one that Link was unable to say was a friend, as he had none. The group faced his younger self in silence, watching, waiting.
"I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" Link listened to himself speak, wishing to heaven that he could tell himself to give it up, to run away, that it wasn't worth it.
"So, punk. You decided to come. Big mistake." A gruff voice sounded, and the group of boys that had been surrounding Link scattered, trying to get away from the source.
Yamusi Trankinta had always been a bully, no one ever having dared to stand up to him. At three seven, he stood head and shoulders above most every boy in their class, and was well built and muscular for his age. He surveyed the small, wiry figure that stood before him with disgust.
"I'm not going to lie down and take any more of your taunting." Link's younger self stepped into his punch, and delivered it straight into Yamusi's stomach. He grunted, but didn't even flinch. He stooped down and nailed Link in the side of the head, knocking him down to the ground, then began to kick him, his shoe coming away bloodier and bloodier each time. His friends finally stepped in, trying to get him to stop before he killed the kid, but he wouldn't. Finally, once he decided that Link was dead, he spat on him and turned and walked away.
The sight dissolved.
*~*
I know that that was a much shorter chapter than usual, but I'm tired and don't feel in the mood to write a longer one. There will be more memories, and if you think of any good ones, review and tell me!
Actually, I'm lucky to be able to write this chapter at all. I ran our car into a ditch on Friday on the way down, and we came real close to buying it off of a semi. What happened was we were going passed an on ramp and a semi and a couple of cars were coming on, so I moved the car into the fast lane to let them merge. Unfortunately, there was about a foot of snow in the fast lane since the plow hadn't been through yet, so I went into a slide. Being the wonderful driver that I am, I hit the brake, and the car slid right in front of the semi, across the highway, and into the ditch on the right hand side.
That was my fun experience this Christmas break, and I hope I won't be having any more soon.
Enjoy this newest chapter of Pools of Torment.
Writing for HIS glory ALWAYS
Dante/TME/Brian/Isildri
Disclaimer- I still don't own nothin.
*~*
Link stood motionless, unable to move, as the Executioner approached him again.
"Now we go to a day a few years later. You remember this day?"
Link found himself surrounded by the familiar sights of his old school. The faces on the kids that he saw were all ones that he knew, and the sounds and smells all felt so real. The Executioner took him to a remote corner behind a building, where a crowd of boys was gathered. Link instantly remembered the day.
"So, you're actually going to fight him?" The voice came from just another face; one that Link was unable to say was a friend, as he had none. The group faced his younger self in silence, watching, waiting.
"I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" Link listened to himself speak, wishing to heaven that he could tell himself to give it up, to run away, that it wasn't worth it.
"So, punk. You decided to come. Big mistake." A gruff voice sounded, and the group of boys that had been surrounding Link scattered, trying to get away from the source.
Yamusi Trankinta had always been a bully, no one ever having dared to stand up to him. At three seven, he stood head and shoulders above most every boy in their class, and was well built and muscular for his age. He surveyed the small, wiry figure that stood before him with disgust.
"I'm not going to lie down and take any more of your taunting." Link's younger self stepped into his punch, and delivered it straight into Yamusi's stomach. He grunted, but didn't even flinch. He stooped down and nailed Link in the side of the head, knocking him down to the ground, then began to kick him, his shoe coming away bloodier and bloodier each time. His friends finally stepped in, trying to get him to stop before he killed the kid, but he wouldn't. Finally, once he decided that Link was dead, he spat on him and turned and walked away.
The sight dissolved.
*~*
I know that that was a much shorter chapter than usual, but I'm tired and don't feel in the mood to write a longer one. There will be more memories, and if you think of any good ones, review and tell me!