Author's note: I'm sorry these first ones will be shorter.
Disclaimer: Good job… you people figured out that I don't own this, it's amazing.
Chapter 2: Walk Out In The Rain, Six Years Ago Overland
"I'll just walk out in the rain, so the clouds will hide the pain…"-Walk Out in the Rain, Badfinger
John "Jimmy" Fred Ham walked out of a hospital wing he was in there warming up from his long walk. He had been walking for years, he had no idea the exact number. He was sure he was either ten or eleven, one or the other. He was homeless, but he wasn't always. His parents used him to cover up ten murders, his own parents!
His parents were young, rich, and famous actors and businessmen. They did have business rivals, which they were very ruthless towards. They planted there sons hair at places where the murders took place and paid off witnesses to lie about seeing him. He was quickly labeled a psychopath. His nanny, whom he affectionately called Na-Na, helped him escape but was later taken to prison for aiding in the escape of a psycho.
He met up with a band of traveling carnies that taught him the tricks of the trade. Knife throwing, acrobatics, sword swallowing, and fire eating were all at his disposal. He also learned story-telling, acting, prop-handling, and fencing for when they put on a play or musical. He was very happy at the carnival.
But happiness doesn't last very long. The owner of the carnival, Silver Sackson, got sick and died. He was a knife thrower and treated John as his son, he even gave him the Jaguar Knife. Silver's real son, Elkhorn Silverson, was jealous so that when he became the owner, he kicked John out. John remembered that it was raining and that when he left everyone cried, everyone except Elkhorn.
John passed a family crying, he wondered why. There was a mother, two daughters, and a boy. The boy made him wonder most, he didn't look scared. He looked tiered, like John did. John felt a connection between them, like they had felt the same type of hardships. Huh, he thought. It's a funny world isn't it; funny how two people can have such miserable lives and still hang on.
He left the family so he could explore the town he was in, even though he had already seen most of it. He liked this town better than his old hometown. This was a small community, like the ones he visited in the carnival.
Everywhere people laughed at him, but not here, here he fit. This was a town isolated from society, no cops would chase him here. He still had three hundred dollars left, enough to rent a room for a week or so and still have two hundred dollars left. He also had two fake I.D.s, one said he was George Brian Peter McManus who was 11, and the other Richard Roger Mike Deacon who was 17. So he looked for a motel.
He found a small motel with a bathroom and a ten dollar per night fee. He paid thirty dollars upfront and thanked the bell boy. He went to his room and slept.
A knock came at his door, he quickly got up to answer.
"Sir, open this door!" came an angry voice.
"Coming!" John said sighing.
When he opened up the door he saw a short stocky man with a butt-chin and a balding top. He was wearing a type of sweater that proudly proclaimed "GO TIGERS!" in big bold letters and sweatpants. What a fat-ass! John thought. God I hope his wife doesn't get squished.
"Excuse me but do you have an I.D.?" Asked the fat man with anger rising in his voice.
"Of course," John said pulling his fake I.D. out. "Here you go."
The man grumbled in reply. Looked at it and left… With the I.D.!
"Wait!"John said. "Thief! Give it back!"
He chased him into a cornfield near the motel. John looked around but could not see the ugly man. What if he never got his I.D. back? John didn't want to think about it.
When he got back there were cops all around the motel. He hid at first but saw they were not near his room. He concluded they were looking for the man or an accomplice of him.
One policeman approached him and asked, while holding a photo, "Have you seen this man?"
"Yes," John replied. "He stole my I.D.,"
This hit the cop and he said, "Then you are Richard Deacon?"
John told him he was and the cop gave the I.D. to John and looked at to John see if he had made a mistake.
"You're 17?" He said.
"Yes I am 17," John replied. "Don't worry about it, I get that a lot."
"Are you a midget?"
"No, just short,"
"Do you have parents?"
"They kicked me out." Then John thought, It's true, more or less.
"I see," Finished the cop, and with that he walked away.
John went up to the counter to get his money, he wanted a full refund. He opened the office door and asked the clerk for a refund. John got it after ten minutes of arguing with him. John vowed never to come to this town again unless the need was dire.
"Bye," He yelled at the town when he left. "Screw you!" he said with a rude hand gesture to accompany it. But even as he left the horrid town his mind floated back to the boy he saw in the hospital. His gaze still haunted John.