Crosswalk: Ultimate Duels

Fight: War of The Condoms - Eruption

"Not good," *The third day of, what the residents have named, 'The War of The Condoms', continues with no visible resolution in sight* "Definitely not good.".

3 days ago

"What the bloody living unholy hell did I just go through?" you may think that after my crosswalk fights, this would seem tame by comparison. But the issue is, this is something I caused. It's not something that by accident, coincidence or otherwise happened. I directly caused this. "The feeling of responsibility starts to weigh in on my shoulders," now that I'm home, it's easier to let these thoughts consume me. "Maybe this is the equivalent exchange," have a great day at work, ensue war on your way back. "No, no," I have to have faith in the punk that he will not pursue this any further, "especially after the old man almost killed him.".

Okay, I calmed down. The more I think about it, the more likely it's that the punk either called the police, or moved to some other skatepark. "Afterall, who would return to the place where they almost got murdered," I certainly wouldn't. "That threat of his 'friend' having more stuff," which I guess would be more used condoms, "kind of lingers in my mind.". But then again, the fear of death must've brought some awareness to that young fool.

2 days ago - the following morning

*Dozens of used condoms have been seen in the Wt. Saintpark. Dozens more have been found in the front yards of the elderly, just across the street from the park. It is unknown who was compelled to do such a prank. But authorities warn that whoever passes through-*

"It was dumb of me to rely on the punk.". It's not like I could've done something about it. As far as I'm concerned, my life was in danger, so why did the punk return if he felt even in the slightest threatened? "Maybe he didn't feel threatened," there's some missing piece in here. Should I even bother myself further though? I could simply take another road and be done with it. Then again, I kind of started it.

*Bzz bzz bzz* my phone...the boss. Ughh, not the best moment. "Yes, hell-"

"Christian!!" Maybe screaming at me is what his species does to assert dominance. "Have you looked at the news, you excuse of a human being?!" He sounds real mad, as if I did something wrong. But as far as I'm concerned, the news doesn't say anything about me, the punk or the old man.

"Yes sir, I was just wa-" he cuts me off as per usual.

"You see that park, you cretin?!" must he insult me at every step?

"It's where my son goes skating," I wonder if his son is as obnoxious as he is. "Now there is no way in bloody hell I'm allowing him to skate there!" sounds about right, but why should that concern me? "My son is really upset about it, but I'm too busy to find a new park, and my precious soldier only loves that one!" Indeed an issue for a spoiled brat like his own.

"I see sir. But what does that have to do-" and he starts screaming.

"Christian!!!" Shit, I think he might've broken my phone's microphone, although it's on the lowest. "It means someone else has to do it," oh, I see where this is going. "By that, it means you, useless piece of-" my mind simply censors some of his words. I'm pretty sure his way of speech should be considered a crime in some parts. "So go out there, find whoever does this, and bring them to me!" This is not good though. Not only did I start it, but these other two can incriminate me, given that they both know my face, especially the old man. I'll try to reason my way out of it.

"Sir, what about my pa-".

"Double for a month you monkey!" say less. Reason will have nothing between me and a double paycheck this month. Two off days and one that basically felt like a day off? Heaven has too much mercy on me.