SWITCHBLADE TRAVIS

PART SEVEN: ON THE HUNT

Travis, who was now full of guilt, ran away from that room as far as possible. He had no idea of where he was going, until a poster showed him the way to his destiny. It read "Leader's Mansion Party Tonight at 9:30 pm". Travis looked at his bloody switchblade and sighed, for he knew what had to be done. He asked a passerby for directions, and after receiving them, Travis walked tirelessly to the mansion. He got there as the party was about to start. People were filing into the mansion and security was hefty. Travis spoke to himself. "I guess I'll wait until this is done." Travis then walked around and hid behind cars until the party was over. At last, it was time to strike. He crept closer and closer to the mansion until a wave of realization slapped him across the face like a cold front. He stopped and thought to himself. "What am I doing?" This sure ain't how momma raised me. This isn't what I'm supposed to do." In the middle of his thoughts, a man walked outside and spotted Travis. Travis froze with fear, before shouting "Howdy!" The man ran back inside, as howdy was now classified as an uncommon greeting and a cowboy war cry. A minute later, Charley ran outside of the mansion and jumped into Travis' arms. Travis hugged him tight and kissed him before letting down his more than excited pup. Just as Travis was giving Charley a belly rub, a man dressed in an all black suit blindsided Travis, knocking the wind out of him. The man kicked Travis five more times in the gut before ceasing. "Hick, I am the leader of the greatest society in the world. That's all you must refer to me as. The Leader. Got it?" Travis looked up at the man, who seemed to be lost in his own yard. The man was short, about 4'7 and quite fat, and his voice seemed to match his looks. It was as if the man had sucked in a million gallons of heliums before speaking. Travis burst out laughing and spoke. "Boy, what is this? I didn't know Napoleon had a twin!" Travis laughed more and more as the man showed to be deeply hurt by laughter. He spoke. "Hick, I'm going to sue you! Or maybe I'll kill your dog! Either way, you're a dead man." Travis looked at the man and spoke. "Leader, whatever happened to the golden rule? It is treating others the way you want to be treated. I was literally about to murder you until I stopped myself. The only thing is, I did not follow through on it. There was no reason for you to hurt me." The man looked at Charley, who was now growling, and spoke. "No one cares about that crap. You wouldn't even follow through with my death." Travis took a deep breath and told Charley to stay put, before picking up his bloody switchblade.