Ok, sorry I haven't updated in a while. Here's a short, poorly writen chapter. I'm going through the horrid thing known as a writer's block.
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"Come on Maurice." Roger had his back against the glass, arms folded, watching the street outside. Maurice was talking to the woman behind the counter. They were in a store, a small pastry shop, Raven's Pastries.
"Oh come off it, I'm hungry. Anyway we need some supplies, who knows how long we'll be out in the wild. 'Sides, I don't want another scenario like-" Maurice stopped short. Roger turned his head and looked at him, slate-eyes waiting. "Well, you know what I mean. I just don't want that to happen again, so might as well be prepared." Roger shrugged, turning back to the street. He froze. A police man was across the street, talking to some kids. He was showing them a picture. Of what, I wonder.
"Maurice."
"Hold on a sec." He was paying.
"Maurice.."
"Hold on!"
"Maurice!"
"What!?" He turned towards Roger, annoyed. Roger pointed out the window, and he followed. Maurice's jaw dropped, but he quickly recovered.
"Thanks and co-" Maurice grabbed the cookies, and made a dash for the door. Roger followed.
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Maurice and Roger walked down the small wooded path, the sound of cars and civilization were nowhere to be heard, it was quiet, they were alone. Maurice sat down on the side of the road, and Roger sat next to him.
"Hey Roger..?"
"Maurice?"
"Do you…do you think we're going to be fugitives forever?" Roger looked at Maurice. "What I mean is…well…we're going to be wanted forever…always on the run…"
"Maurice…you didn't have to come, you know. You can always go back…you don't have to stay."
Maurice looked at Roger, a bit hurt.
"Roger," Maurice put his arm around his friend's shoulder. Roger looked at it, raising an eyebrow. "Listen, I'm not going to abandon you. Just cause you made a…a few bad choices along the way, Imma stick with you. I mean…I'd like to go home once in a while, but that's fine." He looked down at the rocks by their feet. "We could…we could be like..robbers."
"Robbers?"
"Hey we did it once before, we can do it again. And anyway, robbers are the ones that murder." Roger blinked.
"And you know this-"
Maurice pulled a book out of his small shoulder bag he had. Roger took it.
"Huckleberry Finn?"
"Yes!"
Roger's eyes narrowed. Maurice smirked, and removed his arm from Roger's shoulders.
"Lessgo."
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After walking for what seemed like days, sleeping in the leaves, and running out of food, they duo thought it'd be smart to go into the nearest town.
"Where are we?"
"I dunno." Roger squinted. The town didn't looked familiar, nor did anyone.
"Well I don't think anyone here will recognize us! So it's all good. Let's find something to eat!"
"You really like food…"
Maurice grinned, acknowledging. "Come on."
Roger followed Maurice, looking sullen. A few people stared, a small group of young children moved away. Roger sneered. People.
Maurice's quiet gleeful squeak signaled food. Roger looked up at the sign above his head. SIWARD CAFÉ. Sounded good enough.
Maurice walked in, shaking slightly. Roger rolled his eyes. A young waiter came up to them.
"Be with you in just a minute." Maurice nodded. Roger looked around at the people in the café. There was a couple, the lady was extremely thin, and the man was average, with sandy short hair. Then there were a group of three girls, decked out in jewelry and makeup, chatting annoyingly about God knows what. Then there was a mom and a daughter, an older couple, a younger tech-y looking man, and two elderly ladies. Roger's eyes wandered outside. Across the street was a park. There were small kids playing there, all about the ages of 3-7. Some were on swings, others pushing each other down the slide, some in the dirt. There were groups of mother watching. There was also a couple dads, some more annoying looking girls, and-
"Maurice."
"Mm?"
"I'll be right back."
Maurice turned. "Wha-" But Roger was already gone.
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Roger made his way across the street, rather quickly, not keeping his eyes off his designated target. He hid behind a bush, and waited. Nothing happened. Moving silently, he stalked up behind a certain someone. He was sitting on a boulder, staring into nothing, not even blinking. Roger moved right behind him, and grabbed his shoulders. He pulled him off the rock, forcing him to gasp upon impact. Pinning his shoulders to the ground, he got on top of him, staring into his terrified, shocked eyes. Roger's mouth widened into a savage grin.
"Hey Ralph."