As Arthur completed his morning workout, the phone rang. Putting down his dumbbells, he went to answer the call. After a couple seconds, he angrily threw the phone back into its receiver. "Stupid fucking scammers. I honestly hope they go to hell." As he walked back towards his dumbbells, he noticed a glass cabinet sticking out of his bedroom closet that he had never noticed before. Looking closer, he realized why. The cabinet was so dirty that it had blended with the shadows of the closet. The only reason he noticed it was because of a tiny, clean spot that glinted in the sunlight.
After polishing off the cabinet, he stared at what he saw. Inside was a huge, shiny, black handgun. Picking it up carefully, he felt its smooth barrel and cocked it. He could feel that it was full. Looking around, he stowed it in his pants' pocket. A sudden knock startled him. Rushing to the door, he saw that it was his dad, returning home with the groceries. As he opened the door, he noticed that his father was limping. "What happened, Dad?", he asked. "Ah, well I slipped today at work and sprained by leg. It's no problem, it'll get better soon". Arthur tilted sideways to hide the gun in his pocket. "Oh shit, that sucks dad." David Read looked at him sharply. "I don't want to hear that kind of language in this house, okay?". Arthur nodded his head. As his Mr. Read was setting the groceries on the table, he slipped out the front door.
He biked his way to the park, where he saw a few kids playing tag. He sat down on a bench and began looking around nervously. What would his father have said if he had seen the gun? He had to tell someone about it. He immediately thought of Buster and called him to come over on his phone. As he stowed his phone away, he turned his head around and froze. A police officer was slowly approaching him. He had his hand close to his holster and noticed Arthur looking at him. "Hey bro, whachu got there?" Arthur remained frozen. His hand moved very slowly to his pocket and rubbed against the gun. The police officer was in front of him now. "Buddy, let's take this easy. Stand up with your hands above your head and there won't be any problems". All of a sudden, Arthur pulled the already-cocked gun out of his pocket and shot the officer 3 times. Two of the shots landed in his chest. The third went through her nose and out the back of his head. As the officer stumbled back, blood spurted from his chest and face. Arthur was paralyzed with shock. A kid screamed nearby. That snapped him out of his shock and he ran away from the park. Riding down the street, the wind stung his wide, tear-filled eyes.
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Arthur the Senior
ФанфикArthur and his friends are now teenagers and seniors in high school. No longer the innocent third-graders they once were, they are about to navigate through a world of sex, drugs, crime, love, and betrayal.
