Second Best
AN. Gotta love snow! Since my school is closed today, I have extra time which I can write! Yeah! I am sorry I am slow on the updates, but being a senior is stressful! Please keep up the great job with reviewing!
Love to all reviewers,
Bry
Chapter 3
Worthiness
Ronny stepped out of the subway tunnel and stared up at the towering New York skyscrapers. Only a little bit of the sun peeked through the metal giants, but the humidity was up still the same. He started walking down the wide side walk, pretending that he belonged to this city. He had run away only a week ago, but he was trying to forget as much of his past as possible. It didn't hurt to think he could be home in his cool room, instead of sleeping in a doorway stoops in the dirtiest parts of the city. But Ronny was trying to be as frugal as possible. Though he had a few hundred with him, he knew he was going to need the money to buy his way into the society.
Ronny felt proud of himself for being able to hitchhike all the way across state lines and across the Hudson River into the city. Although a few times his drivers looked like they wanted more then the ten he gave them. He could have bought a train ticket, but he wanted to prove that he was able to take care of himself.
He pulled out one of the papers he had stuffed in his pocket and looked at the address. He then pulled out the map of the city he had bought that morning when he bought his candy bar for breakfast. His eyes scrunched up as he looked for where he had to go. The lines on the map blurred for a second, but he forced himself to focus. It might have taken him a few minutes to find the street name, but he knew where he had to go. It looked to be about 30 blocks from where he was but he had nothing but time.
His shoes slapped against the pavement and puddles, but he ignored them. According to the piece of paper he should be right where the place was, but all he saw was an abandoned building. He walked around the grime and stared at the wooden planks nailed shut across the door. He cautiously put a hand on the wood. It took his reserve of courage to knock. It sounded through the alley way, but nothing happened. He cursed silently, and stepped back.
He pulled on the collar of his tee-shirt and wiped the sweat dripping off his neck. It was really hot. Ronny stuffed his other hand in his pocket and took out the piece of paper. He thought for sure this would be the place for him to go. Now that it seemed to be a cruel joke. Ronny had left everything he new to end up in a back alley in New York. He sat down on a crate in front of the door and pondered his options. He could always go back home, but his blood still boiled at the thought of having a mutant in his family.
He opened his black back pack and started digging through, looking for the other candy bar he had bought. His blue eyes were too concerned with his quest that he didn't hear the scratch of wood. Ronny saw the glint of metal before it struck him on his back.
The black bag fell out of his lap, and the contents of the bag scattered. He landed on his stomach with the air knocked out of him. He couldn't believe he was getting mugged. Fighting the urge to cry, he rolled on his back, and just managed to miss the next swing of the bat. The metal echoed against the pavement, and the assailant looked stunned. Ronny rolled again, biting his lip when he felt the shards glass cut through his tee-shirt.
He didn't know how but he managed to get on his knees and propel himself onto his feet. The guy must have gotten out of his case of shock because he didn't waste anytime swinging what Ronny saw as a metal bat. It hit his arm, and Ronny cursed. He staggered back, but he managed to miss the next couple of swings. The adrenaline pumped through his system, and he did the first thing that came to his mind. He ran.
Although he was never on the track team at home, but the coach had asked him more then once to consider joining. His long legs ate the ground, and he could have been a contender for States, but Ronny didn't want to be apart of anything Bobby would consider doing. But now, with pure terror running through his body, he ran like he had never run before. His eyes were blinded with sweat, and he didn't pay much attention to where he was going, but all he knew was that he had to get away from the metal. He ran around corners and jumped over the trash ridden street, but he heard the footsteps keeping up with him.
Ronny only needed to get to the main street, but he seemed to be running deeper and deeper into the slums. He ran into a parking lot, and looked for away out. There was a six foot fence blocking his path into another street. He ran against the pavement, but tripped over his own feet. His shoulder hit against a blue car and he cowered on the ground. The assailant had stopped running and was walking towards him.
The man was looked to be in his twenties, and the bat was gripped in his left hand. His dark hair billowed in his eyes, and his sunglasses glinted in the sun.
Ronny groaned; black and blue marks were already covering his arm, and he could feel the blood trickling down his back. The man stood next to him, he placed the other end of the bat in his hand, just staring at him. He raised the bat, getting ready to swing, when Ronny used what was left of his strength and kicked the guy between his legs. The guy went down with a groan. Ronny got up slowly and swayed. He walked over to the fence and jumped up.
His sneakers caught in the rungs, and he pulled up and climbed with his shoulder screaming. He got near the top, and had to fight with his fear of heights. He swung his leg over and groaned as the barbed wire tore into his leg. Scurrying like a monkey down the wire, he hunched over and coughed to catch his breath.
The man was still on the ground, and Ronny turned when he heard someone clapping. He saw the man walking towards him, his smile a mile wide.
"Nice work." his voice carried a British lit.
Ronny breathed heavy, "What the in Hell…"
The man stuck out his hand, and Ronny was hesitant to shake. "No worries. You proved yourself."
"Proved myself?"
"You took down Mikhail nicely enough. No real style, but you got the job done. I need people like you."
"Who are you?" Ronny had a vague inkling what was going on. He gulped.
The man smiled as a rattling was heard from behind him the guy named Mikhail jumped down and walked near the blond headed man. He mumbled something to Mikhail before he turned back to Ronny. "My name's Spencer Marx." He walked toward him. "I am a business major at NYU, but most people know me as the Leader." He picked the flyer out of his pocket. It resembled Ronny's. "Since this went into mass publication, I have been testing all new recruits with this method. If Mik here doesn't smash your head in, you're worth a second look. Let's hope you prove worthy, since Mik doesn't like getting kicked in the balls, much." He grin became larger. "Follow me." He turned around with Mikhail following him. Ronny did what he only thought he could. He became a Follower.
AN. That is one of the most detailed action scene's I have ever written. If you read, please review, it motivates me to update (although I update without). Keep up the good job!
Bry
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