Homeboy
Group: BUSTED!
Joined: Oct 20, 2011
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Episode 1
It was nine in the morning, James came home and walked up the porch, his beautiful house and family, he was eager to see them even though he'd been away for two days, he rang the doorbell, a smile on his face, a minute passed by, he rang it again, no response, he banged the doors, the smile wearing away, he looked into the window but to no avail, the curtians were closed, five minutes of panic and he called the police, the door was broken, blood splattered in the hall, symbols in black drawn over the room, ash and broken things, the only thing that remained in perfect condition was a family picture with its frame cracked. James is distraught today, he never talks to anyone, he is isolated in an asylum.
Today, three years after the incident, new york city, 9:30 AM.
"Rick, you'd better get going or you're gonna' be late!" cried my aunt, to which my reply was, as usual, "Yes aunt Helda, why're you so worried? Its not like I'm gonna' die or....". "NO Rick, please don't talk like that! You know what..." "Yes I do aunt, I gotta' go!" and with those I shot out through the front door across the lawn and caught the bus, as soon I was inside I took my place beside Travis, he was my best friend and we'd been together since I moved here, my moving here aren't good memories, i'd lost my mom.... and I... can't speak, son now i sat beside Travis, who as usual was listening to songs on his Ipod, he said Hi! and I guessed we'd talk later, aunt Helda is very panicky as I'd say. She was really, really panicky. i was with her ever since I moved here, she really cares about me and I'm happy about that but my mom... those events really haunt me...... "Pack up kids, schools here!" Thats our Bus Driver, he's a very jovial guy and he's always got a joke up his sleeve. I and Travis walked up to our class talking about Eminem's new album when something damn crazy happened, there was this really cool looking guy walking up to me, he asked me "Are you Rick?" to which I said "Yes", thats my first mistake, he took out a sword and woosh my hand was cut, it was bleeding and I started running with Travis following me. "Who're they? Why're they after you? We need to call the cops!" "I don't know, lets run" I replied. We entered the building and ran up the stairs with this swordsguy on my ass, we made to the terrace and I realized that I'd got to be the most idiotic person alive.... the swordsguy was behind me, Travis by me, and I might get killed, "I'll cut open your chest alive" said the swordsguy when I got a voice in my head "jump!" it said, it said it again, I guessed it'd be better to jump rather than getting my chest cut open, i shouted " Run Travis!" and ran to the ledge and jumped off! It was a great feeling of adreline and I fell with a crash in the big garbage box. i was alright and looked at my hand, the wound was gone, i was unhurt with only a few scratches and they seemed to... wait!.... they seemed to dissappear!
To be continued....
This post has been edited by abishai.kochara on Saturday, Feb 25 2012, 15:20
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