Post by Anty on Jun 6, 2010 8:33:16 GMT -5
Anthony had followed Evan home, but soon passed out on the living room floor, though he had no idea how he had rolled out of the chair. He had dreams, reliving the moment of the fight over and over, until he woke at around 6 a.m. in a cold sweat. Evan was gone, he had said something about work. Anthony walked into the kitchen to find a stack of money. He almost choked on his spit. Why did Evan leave him $400?! He shrugged and stuffed it into his pajama pocket.
He left the apartment searching the streets for one thing. He searched for hours, going to the worst parts of town. Until he found what he wanted: an illegal gun dealer, probably an immigrant too, but that didn't matter to him. He had to get revenge for his friend. He looked over the guns until he found one he liked. Just when he was about to make a deal, something stopped him. A talisman. He saw them change from a girl to a small song bird, and he knew they must be an Innocent.
'would you like to try it out, sir?' the gun dealer had asked in his ridiculous accent. Anthony had nodded, taking in the opportunity. He took the hand gun from the man and cocked the gun, soon after aiming it at the small, innocent bird. He pulled the trigger. He blinked and the bird was dead, or rather, the talisman.
"I'll take it," he told the man, left the $400 dollars to the man, and went back to the apartment as if nothing had happened. Time went by and it was soon 3:00 in the afternoon. Evan should be getting home soon. Then it was 3:30, and he still wasn't home. Anthony was starting to get worried, Evan was usually home at that time. 4:00. That was it, Anthony stuck the gun into his pocket.
Anthony was roaming the streets again, but this time in search of advice, where was Evan? Finally he had strangled some information out of someone: he was heading towards Uncle Sam's Pizza Pies. He jogged to the small parlor only to find his friend was no where to be seen. He was beginning to become frantic. He asked the owner of the store, apparently name Sam, and said he had headed down to the basement.
He took the steps two at a time, not sure what he was going to find. He froze in his tracks. His worst night mare had come true. Quickly he knelt down beside his unconscious friend, his eyes had started to tear up. He knew he had to be dead, there was no way his friend, even one so tough, could survive such a brutal beating. But who had done this? One thing surged through his mind: Evan's half brother. There was not a doubt in his mind now. He shook himself back to reality, he would deal with that later.
"Evan! Oh, God, you can't be dead... No!" he shook him by the shoulders. No response. "You're not dead... I won't let you," he searched Evan's pockets for his cell phone. He found it. He dialed 911 and got the usual, '911, what's your emergency?' All the words seemed to blur together.
He heard the sirens in the distance, and soon paramedics were rushing around him, asking him questions he had no idea what the answers were. Soon, they loaded him up on an ambulance and it all seemed to go away. Everything was silent again, the basement was back to normal. Except the blood stained floor. Tears began to flow freely and he sat on the floor. He cried until there were no more tears, then rage began to run through his body.
He jumped to his feet, he had to find the one who had done this to Evan. He left the building and went around to the back, searching for any sign of him. Then he found him. He pulled out his gun, sticking it into his mouth. He cocked the gun. Tears began to fill his eyes again, "Why'd you do it?!"
He left the apartment searching the streets for one thing. He searched for hours, going to the worst parts of town. Until he found what he wanted: an illegal gun dealer, probably an immigrant too, but that didn't matter to him. He had to get revenge for his friend. He looked over the guns until he found one he liked. Just when he was about to make a deal, something stopped him. A talisman. He saw them change from a girl to a small song bird, and he knew they must be an Innocent.
'would you like to try it out, sir?' the gun dealer had asked in his ridiculous accent. Anthony had nodded, taking in the opportunity. He took the hand gun from the man and cocked the gun, soon after aiming it at the small, innocent bird. He pulled the trigger. He blinked and the bird was dead, or rather, the talisman.
"I'll take it," he told the man, left the $400 dollars to the man, and went back to the apartment as if nothing had happened. Time went by and it was soon 3:00 in the afternoon. Evan should be getting home soon. Then it was 3:30, and he still wasn't home. Anthony was starting to get worried, Evan was usually home at that time. 4:00. That was it, Anthony stuck the gun into his pocket.
Anthony was roaming the streets again, but this time in search of advice, where was Evan? Finally he had strangled some information out of someone: he was heading towards Uncle Sam's Pizza Pies. He jogged to the small parlor only to find his friend was no where to be seen. He was beginning to become frantic. He asked the owner of the store, apparently name Sam, and said he had headed down to the basement.
He took the steps two at a time, not sure what he was going to find. He froze in his tracks. His worst night mare had come true. Quickly he knelt down beside his unconscious friend, his eyes had started to tear up. He knew he had to be dead, there was no way his friend, even one so tough, could survive such a brutal beating. But who had done this? One thing surged through his mind: Evan's half brother. There was not a doubt in his mind now. He shook himself back to reality, he would deal with that later.
"Evan! Oh, God, you can't be dead... No!" he shook him by the shoulders. No response. "You're not dead... I won't let you," he searched Evan's pockets for his cell phone. He found it. He dialed 911 and got the usual, '911, what's your emergency?' All the words seemed to blur together.
He heard the sirens in the distance, and soon paramedics were rushing around him, asking him questions he had no idea what the answers were. Soon, they loaded him up on an ambulance and it all seemed to go away. Everything was silent again, the basement was back to normal. Except the blood stained floor. Tears began to flow freely and he sat on the floor. He cried until there were no more tears, then rage began to run through his body.
He jumped to his feet, he had to find the one who had done this to Evan. He left the building and went around to the back, searching for any sign of him. Then he found him. He pulled out his gun, sticking it into his mouth. He cocked the gun. Tears began to fill his eyes again, "Why'd you do it?!"
