Tis a long story of what I am sure is a great song of how a boy became a man. Yes I know that a story is indeed not a story until it has experienced tragedy or some sort of calamity, but more on that subject later. It all began in the 1920’s when the boy, Destry Hayward Jones met a man, Julius Victor Christen Chance in one dark and stormy night.
Before I proceed on with this fantastic tale of a man and a boy, I must first warn you that this journey contains danger and thrills, heartbreak and trust. I am not telling a tragic love tale, but rather a memory of what had first been. A world before what we know. Now, my dear reader, cherish this memory, for it is all that is left of the past no one remembers...
It all started on a drizzly afternoon. Ma was in the kitchen fixing supper while dad was helping Peggy do homework and Lu was in the parlor fussing over the piano trying to get her song just right so she could impress Billy. Me and Billy, my best friend, were going through my cousin Luke’s war stuff he sent us. It was a typical Thursday afternoon when all of a sudden there was a knock at the door. Without knowing that my peaceful life as I knew it was about to end, I answered it.
“Hello?” I asked as I opened the door.
“Damian Jones, where is he?” Demanded the dark scruffy man at my door who oddly reeked heavily of whiskey and cigars. “Tell me boy!”
“Excuse me, but who are you? My father is a bit busy at the moment.” The look on the man’s face told me that I should not have spoken.
Pulling a gun, “Where is he damn it? Where is that bastard who killed my Marie?”
“Sir put the gun down, now!”
It was at that moment my world came crashing to an end. Everything went into a slow motion. Just as my father entered the room, the man brought up his gun and fired three bullets into into his chest. I stood there in freezing horror and watched my father sink to his knees and cough up blood. The gunman then staggered drunkenly up to him and planted a bullet between my father’s hazel eyes.
Ma and Peggy came screaming into the room and knocked on deaths gate seconds later. Lu and Billy tried to take down the man but met the same fate as the others, which left me the only one alive here with this madman.
The murderer looked at me square in the eyes and drew a heavy breath that turned into a sigh.
“You scared boy?” The man asked.
Although I was, I did not want to give this Lucifer the satisfaction and said as boldly as I could, I said “No.”
The man laughed insanely then drew out another gun and took aim.
“You should be.” He fired the gun.
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This is the beginning of a story I am trying to write, please tell me if you like it. =)
