King Kong
Chapter 1-Introduction
Disclaimer: I don't own King Kong.
A/N: There is a very good chance of this being done before. If so, I'm sorry and I am not trying to take away from someone else's idea. I just watched King Kong for the first time and I was inspired to write this. It bugged me that we didn't get to see what happened to Jimmy after they got back. I am finally writing something other than LOST for once so I hope you'll like this. I'd like to dedicate this story to Angel of Music Lover because first she was the one to let me borrow the DVD to this movie and second she has been reviewing all my stories and facing me advice and third, she is a awesome friend. Now on with the story!
Setting: It's been a week since Kong had died and Jimmy has been living on the streets in the bitter cold.
He shivered, as the night grew old. It would be midnight soon. The streets were quiet except for the haunting whistling of the wind. He pulled the loose blanket tighter to himself and tried to stay warm. He tried to go to sleep for he knew that sleep would bring him some comfort, all though he knew that he would probably just wake up from a nightmare like had had done ever since they had gotten back.
He had been numb to everything around him ever since they had gotten back from that fateful trip. He had been numb to the news around him of Carl and the Eighth Wonder of the World. He had been numb to the news of Kong dieing. He was numb about the fact that he hadn't eaten in a week. He was numb about the fact that he hadn't uttered a word since he had stepped off that boat. The one thing he wasn't numb about, the one thing that stuck his heart cold, was the fact that he was alone. He knew why he was alone and that hurt him to the core. Mr. Hayes was dead. The only person that had really cared for Jimmy. The only person that loved Jimmy like a son. Jimmy thought of Mr. Hayes as his father.
Jimmy hadn't cried since he had stepped off the boat. He was still numb. He blamed Carl mostly for the whole incident. If Carl hadn't been so bent on shooting his stupid film Mr. Hayes would still be alive. But Jimmy wasn't to the point of anger yet. No that would come later. For now Jimmy didn't think, didn't talk, didn't move unless absolutely necessary. Sure, people had noticed him and pointed at him. Who wouldn't? A young man just sitting still looking oblivious to the world would bring attention.
Jimmy knew sooner or later he would have to face the facts and deal with what had happened. He knew he would have to move on and find some work so he could live. But right now he didn't care if he lived or not. There was nothing to live for. What Jimmy didn't know was that he was wrong. There were people that cared about him, worried about him. Soon those people would find Jimmy, and try to help.