What's in a Name

by Aquino

When you're born, you're given a name. That name is one thing that makes you different from everyone around you. But what about the kids who weren't given a name or worse forgot, and now were stuck to making a name for themselves?

3. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

BOOM!

Loose items on the bedside nightstand shake and shiver as another small bomb down the street in the alley way goes off. Gunshots can be heard in the distance. It is unclear whether or not they're gunshots directed towards anyone in particular or if it's just another kid who decided to 'burrow' their dads firearm. It wouldn't be the first time one of the neighborhood brats decided to do something stupid.

Though the gunshots and cherry bombs are not what concerns the young man who sits on the edge of his bed, with one leg shaking and teething chewing on his nails. He has something else going through his genius brain. A full-proof plan that has been being worked on since the day he proved he was more than just another mouth to feed. This plan/suicide mission is what would finally put his name out in the world. If he survived that plan was simple. A get in get out type of mission. At least that's what the young man continued to tell himself.

"Well I can't hold this off forever." With a heavy sigh, the young man got up grabbed his worn leather jacket and headed out the door of his small room not bothering to lock it. Nothing in there worth stealing anyway.

Once outside, the young man began is short journey. It was a warm summer night. People sat on their front porches, while their kids played in the moonlight, not having to worry about getting hit by a car. No one in this neighborhood could afford one and those who could didn't drive around in it. Chancing of it getting stolen at night were high. Once out of the dim litted neighbor, the young man walked down a darker street covered with trash, waste and other unknown objects. He hated this neighborhood.

Crossing another street, turning another corner he made it the outside an old torn up brick building. Taking a quick glance around him to make sure no one was watching, he squeezed himself through a hole in the wall. Big enough for a child but too small for any normal sized adult. There were times he was thankful for his small skinny body.

Once inside the building the young man walked down the unstable looking flight of stairs, down to the basement where there was a gallery of sealed up doors. Walking past all of the the young man walked toward the last one that was also sealed up. Though only for show. Moving a couple of the boards, he knocked three times on it in a certain pattern.

KNOCK count to 4

KNOCK count to 5

KNOCK count to 6.

Waiting several seconds the young man smiled when the door slid open and he was greeted with the sound of a gruff voice.

"Don't just stand there get in here Ginger."

Walking inside he was greeted by another familiar face. This one a little more kinder but mostly cocky.

"So Ginger heard you got some full proof plan you wanted to share."

Tim asked as he pulled the young man away. Tim was a tall brunette who always looked over confident. He had dark brown eyes and a crooked nose, and wore a similar leather jacket.

Once in an area where they could talk in private the voice whispered,

"What'cha got Red?"

The young man had the biggest grin on his freckled face, he knew it wasn't gonna take a lot to convince Tim of his plan.

"Tim, I know what we're gonna do today."