I woke up to the refreshing scent of bacon, eggs, pancakes and waffles. Mrs. Turner was in the kitchen cooking away, humming to herself. Mr. Turner was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper.
"Good morning!" She said when she saw that I was awake.
"Good morning Mrs. Turner."
"How do you like your eggs?"
"Uh, scrambled please."
"Ok." She turned back and continued to cook. I went back into the living room to see if Liz was awake yet. She was still fast asleep. While I was waiting for my breakfast, I cleaned up the blanket and pillow and set them off to the side. By that time, breakfast was ready. I was starving. I sat down and began to eat. Mrs. Turner went outside to get something. While she was gone, Timmy came downstairs. He sat at the table looking bleary eyed. When Mrs. Turner came back, she poured him a bowl of Timmy-O's. He grabbed a spoon and began to eat methodically. Mrs. Turner left again, this time upstairs. Mr. Turner wasn't paying attention, so I leaned over to Timmy and asked in a whisper if he wanted my breakfast
"Really? Can I?
"Oh sure. I'm not that hungry at breakfast anyway. Go ahead, take the food, but leave the plate."
A grin began to spread over his face. He grabbed what was on my plate and ran back upstairs. I took the cereal and dumped it out the open window. When Mrs. Turner came back, she noticed that my plate was empty.
"Wow. You must have been really hungry."
"Oh, yes ma'am. I never really got a chance to eat anything last night."
"Well, are you hungry for some more, maybe?"
"Uh, a little bit, yes please." She handed me a fresh plate and I ate like there was no tomorrow. Liz came in a couple of seconds later yawning. Mrs. Turner greeted her and gave her a plate. She sat down next to me and began to eat.
"Soo," I began, "How'd you sleep last night?"
"Oh, pretty good. Yourself?"
"Eh, it was meh. I can never sleep very well in a new place at all. It takes me a couple of days to actually 'break in' the place, so to speak."
She giggled at my 'break in' remark, and then asked, "So, what should we do today?"
"Well, I was going to ask Mrs. Turner if we needed to baby-sit tonight, but before that I was planning on us going out and looking for jobs. I mean, come on, don't you think we'd be imposing on the Turners if we stayed here?"
She nodded in agreement. We finished our breakfast and then left.
We walked through the city looking for places to work. By noon, we were tired and hungry. Being close to the mall we were in yesterday, we decided to eat there again.
The mall was crowded. It took us about forty five minutes just to get to a booth. Ironically, it was the one we had the day before. We got the same thing that we had gotten the previous day as well, cheeseburgers from the mall outlet of the Nasty Burger. We ate in silence. It was so noisy in the mall, however, that we couldn't hear ourselves think, let alone talk.
That didn't prevent us from hearing the screams and cries for help. We looked towards the square. Four men were assaulting someone. I couldn't see through them, but from the screams I could tell that it was a young woman, about my age from the sound of it. I looked for the mall security guards, but I saw none. No one was even helping; they were just standing there, looking on. I was disgusted.
"I'm going in!" I said to Liz. She nodded and said that she would join me. We took off our sweaters and placed them on the backs of our chairs. We charged.
I grabbed the first guy from behind and wrestled him away from the girl, throwing him to the floor. He swung wildly, but I grabbed a glass bottle that he had dropped and smashed it over his head. The smell of beer infused the surrounding air. He roared in pain, but a kick to the stomach and chop to the neck silenced him. He limped away as fast as he could, howling in pain. While I was dealing with this guy, Liz had jumped on the back of another guy and threw him to the floor. He yelled in anger and grabbing a cane that had been left on a bench, swung I at her, but she dogged his fist and grabbing it, deftly flipped him to the ground again. When he tried to get up, she kicked him on the side of his head. He ran away, his nose bleeding. The third guy, a tall and skinny fellow, rushed away in fear after seeing his buddies getting beat up by a couple of teens. The last guy, however, was more difficult. He was the biggest of the four. He grabbed his clothes and ripped them off, revealing a karate uniform and a black belt. Liz and I looked at each other, shrugged and looked back towards the man.
"Bring it on, freaks!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes going cross-eyed at the last word.
"Oh, we intend to," I replied. Liz and I got into our favorite defensive positions.
He attacked. By this time, the crowd had gotten bigger. They were watching in awe as two normal-sized teens took on this giant of a man. The fight was so long, around ten minutes, that I can't remember every detail. There were some points in the fight where we thought we had the upper hand, but it always turned out that he had a trick up his sleeve. That's when his attacks were the most vicious. Halfway during the fight Liz had been knocked out and was being nursed by Tootie, who just happened to be there. Eventually, I could see that he was tiring. He had caught me and was holding me up in the air, getting ready to throw me. However, with my last ounce of strength, I grabbed his hand and bit it with all my might. He yelled in pain and dropped me. I fell to the floor. He was holding his hand in pain. I had actually drawn some blood. He turned around only to be greeted by my waiting fist that I had quickly outfitted with his pair of brass knuckles that had fallen out of his pocket. He screamed in pain, but I gave him another belt as hard as my remaining strength would allow. He went down with a thud. I fell down as well, panting heavily and sweating like a dog.
The crowd cheered, but I was too tired to even care at that moment. I heard someone moaning, too high to be the guy I had just knocked out. I turned, and there was the girl for whom we had risked our lives. I crawled over to her. Her head was turned away from me, so I couldn't see who she was. She did, however, look strangely familiar. As I turned her over, I recognized her. It was Jasmine Fenton. Despite everything, I slapped myself for not recognizing her earlier. She wasn't wearing her traditional garb, however. She was bruised in many places and from the looks of it I thought that she had gotten a concussion.
I turned to the crowd and asked in a desperate voice if anyone had a cell phone. Tootie came forward with one. I asked her to call for an ambulance, and to hurry. She quickly started dialing. I tried to pick up Jazz, but I was so weak that I couldn't manage it. Instead, I just sat there, making sure that no one came too close to her. Five minutes later, the emergency people arrived. They put Jazz and Liz in the ambulance. I joined them. It took about five minutes to get to the Dimmsdale Hospital. While the two girls were getting treated, I rested in the waiting area. A couple of hours later, I was called and taken to a room where the two girls were asleep. The doctor asked me what happened. I told him. He then explained to me that Jazz did indeed have a concussion and also a broken left arm. Liz, fortunately, only had a couple scrapes and bruises and would be ready to leave possibly sometime today. He then suggested that I rest here for a while. I thanked him and he left. I sat on the spare bed and waited for one of them to wake up. While I was waiting, the events of the day finally caught up with me.
I was asleep in two minutes.
Well, one DP charaacter at least. Sorry if my fight scene was lacking. I'm not very good at them and this is my first attempt at one. So be nice. Please? Anyway, hope you are enjoying it so far. Thanks for taking the time to read.
Oh, and thanks for reviewing. They keeps me going.
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