Last Train Home 私の最後の列車ホーム

Prologue: Stolen Freedom

I'm stuck here once again, in my bedroom. I don't know what's keeping me up. The night was extra dark tonight, and I could hear the wind barrel down on my windows since i'm lying in bed staring at the ceiling as bored as humanly possible. Suddenly, a brilliant idea hits me in the face!  "I think i'll go on one of my missions",  I said to myself with a mischievous grin on my face. In a hurry, I got ready, grabbed a pack of spray paint and went to the so called "Gang Member Hideout",  maybe there's stuff for me to do, however the same obstacle was presented to me. I had to get from my room past my parents then past my brothers then out the window since my room's windows wouldn't open. Stealthily, I tip-toed past my parents room. Carefully, I made my way to my brothers room, I let out a small sigh of relief knowing I had past the first obstacle. Crouching even lower I tip-toed past my brothers room. Suddenly, my heart stopped. . . "Liam?" My brother asked, rubbing his eye, teddy bear loosely in hand. "Where're ya goin'?".

     I sighed knowing, that it was just him, and not my parents. "Shh, go back to sleep, i'll see you in the morning". And just like that  he obediently nodded, turned around and walked back into his room. With Eyes on the prize, I finally made it out of the window and burst, full speed, down the block. The wind in my hair, and the cool night air fresh in my lungs. I felt alive, truly invigorated. Stolen Freedom. Blocks came and went as I passed, however I finally made it to my destination. I quickly came to an abandoned neighborhood. Everyone seemed to wear hoods, and act quite shady. This Brick Forest was more like a Brick Jungle where the weakest fall first, there wasn't a building or house in sight that wasn't spray painted or vandalized. I made my way towards the heart of that Brick Forest, my 'HQ' if you will. A large one floor warehouse, with shattered windows and grafitti. One entrance, one way in, one way out. Approaching the door, I put on a sadistic smerk like I was the tough guy. Knocking on the door you could hear the sound radiate throughout the entire area and suddenly fade. While I was standing there non-chalantly.  Immediately, A large man, tall, bald and of fair skin tone, forcibly open the door open, before I knew it there was a gun to my forehead. . .

     "What the fuck do you want here, bitch?" He said, Glaring at me. I let out a little chuckle as I Smacked the gun away from my forehead ,"Relax", I said, "I'm a friend of the 'King'". His expression changed from powerful to as if I were his master. "Get in." He offered, moving from the door. It was as if I had stepped into an entirely different world. Tables stack with money, surrounded by large men stuffing their pockets filled the vicinity. However at the back of the room sat an empty table and a man sitting down facing us with a face that reflected his heart. Rotten, and Evil to the core all the way to the skin, and his hair was dangling over his face.The man wore worn out cargo pants and a white T-shirt. The mere sight of him made me want to cower, but i've done this a thousand times before. My legs felt as if trucks were attached to them, reluctantly I forced myself  to move towards him. When I had finally arrived in front of him, he looked up at me slowly, "You're here. .Why?".                          "I...I-uh. . .' , "Well, Grow a pair and answer me!" He demanded. "Uh, I-uh was wondering if you had any jobs for me to do" I said, like a dog at the shrine of his master. For a moment I was afraid what he would say. However,He suddenly began to laugh, his laugh crescendoed throughout the warehouse and soon faded. . "Alright, kid, Alright. . . Lucky for you, I DO have some jobs for you"  He passed me a piece of withered paper. "You bring me this guy's head on a platter and I'll pay you your money, you're moving up the scale, Liam, spray painting is for kindergarteners leave 'em at home, now go take care of your shit." He lifted his hand as a way to tell me to get out of his sight. Afraid To Ask any other questions I departed from him as fast as possible. . .in search of the man who's name is on this paper..