11 years ago
A twelve year old boy rode a bike through the streets of Loed. His bike had a basket in which bags of food were placed. The boy pulled his bike up to an old, six story apartment building. Taking the bags in his hands, the boy tied his bike up to a pole and hurried inside. Up two flights of stairs and half-way down the hall, the boy opened up room 27. He went directly to a small kitchen and placed the bags down. Turning around, he saw a note on a table.
Gerion,
The government forced the rally to start 3 weeks early, which is today. They are probably trying to catch us off guard. I'll be back at 6:00. Make yourself some dinner and don't fool around. You can hang out with your friends but be sure to be home by 5:30. I don't want the police to see you out past curfew. We are already in enough trouble with the government.
Love,
Dad
Gerion sighed. Always him versus the government. Dad always had to organize protests and marches. It put him and his son on the spotlight.
Gerion walked to his room gloomily. Teachers and kids looked at him funny in school, no doubt wondering why he had no mother, and why his father was never around. Gerion himself didn't really know. His dad had tried to explain it once, about how his mother died, and about how the supposed King of Justice and the People was turning the government towards....what was the word? Faseyeshed or fascick, or something like that. Gerion didn't really remember.
He glanced over at his clock. It read 2:13. He still had 3 hours and 15 minutes to play with his friends before the cops went on patrol. He quickly gathered up his things and went outside.
2 months later
"Well I really think we have those fascists right where we want 'em. They've hinted that they might make an agreement, one that we could all be happy of." Gerion looked up from his cereal. "Whatever dad." John starred at him amazed. "Whatever? Whatever? This is what I've waited for since almost the day you were born. These scumbags killed your mother, and when we have them by the throat, all you can say is whatever?" Gerion laughed. "Wow dad. They are still the government. No matter how much pressure you put on them they will still be the ones who are holding throats." John was shaking with rages. "Just get out. Don't you have a place to be? Oh, right school! Where you're being brainwashed by the fascist controlled teachers." Gerion kissed him on the forehead. "I love you to daddy. Bye." And he was out the door.
After school, Gerion and his friends went to the dumpster behind Jary and the Panda's Burgers to do drugs or make out. Today he had chosen the good old fashion joint and Julia Ropyi. She looked especially fine today, wearing denim short-shorts and red tee-shirt. Her straight red hair glinted strawberry orange in the sun, and it smelled of roses. She had rouge lips and light blue eyes twinkled in such a way, that any boy she looked directly at always went into a sort of trance, from they had to be hit to be brought out of.
They were 3 other couple's by the dumpster, including Gerion's best friend, Chaseeta Esach, who was getting intimate with Kelly Ujyo. Gerion and Julia found the best spot, against the wall 5 feet from the dumpster. No one ventured over there because of the smell, yet the wind was in their favor today, so the area was left stench free. Still no one approached. Gerion looked at Julia's lips, so round, red and enticing. He took a drag from his joint, and began to kiss her.
This continued for about 15 minutes until the two moved on to more intimate and sexual maneuvers. Suddenly, there was the sound of dogs barking and shouting voices. Gerion looked up and yelled,"Oh shit! Cops!" He stood up pulling Julia up with him. "You gotta get home." He quickly kissed her on the lips and pushed her away, towards her bike. The rest of the kids were already mounting their vehicles, and were pedaling away. As Julia joined them, she looked back at Gerion.
The cops were closer only a few seconds away, but his friends hadn't gone far enough. He had to buy time. He had to slap these scum balls who cut his time with his girl short. Gerion took off his shirt, and tied it around his head, attempting as best he could to cover his mouth, nose and hair. Looking around, he saw a pipe, a piece of wood, and a few syringes full of heroine. He picked them all up, shoving the needles in a belt loop. Backing up against the wall, Gerion prepared himself.
The first cop with a dog turned the corner. Gerion chucked the piece at him, and then charge with the pipe. The wood hit the cop hard in the head, stunning him. The dog jumped up, but Gerion kicked him in the snout and he retreated. Gerion took the first swing of the pipe and smashed the cops collar bone, forcing him to the ground. By now, the other cops had come. There were two more, one with a dog, both carrying billy-clubs. The one with the dog let the animal loose, and it charged him. Gerion waited, and swung the pipe like a golf club, fwacking the dog under the jaw just as it leaped. The animal crumpled and fell to the ground.
Now the other man charged. Gerion blocked the first strike, and the second, and retaliated by his thigh. The last cop up behind him. Gerion kicked the first cop away, and then stabbed the one behind him with the heroin, injecting him. "Oi! This fucker just stabbed me!" The cop stumbled backwards as his companion charged. Gerion swung, hitting him on the temple, and smashing him to the ground.
Turning to the injected cop, Gerion took out the last three syringes. He hit hard, one after the other, right in the cop's heart. After a few minutes, he began to foam at the mouth. No doubt he had a very low tolerance to the stuff.
The cop with the smashed collar bone was coming to about now. Seeing the carnage around him, he grabbed for his radio yelling, "Backup! Jary and the Panda's Burgers. Backup!" Gerion turned, and saw the cop. Without thinking he bolted for his bike, taking his shirt off his head and back on. He got on his vehicle, and pedaled as fast as he could towards home, taking as many twists and turns as possible.
When he arrived to the apartment, he bolted upstairs. When he reached his room, he stopped to catch his breath. He would have to explain everything to his father. Gerion reluctantly opened the door and gasped at what he saw. The place was a mess. Everything was trashed, and there were bullet holes and blood everywhere. Gerion called out for his dad. No answer. There would never be an answer. Gerion went to a corner of his room, rolled into a ball, and cried. For he would never see his father again.