Chapter 1: Voices

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They walked and walked for hours they walked so far that even Benny was getting tired, and he always walked to wherever he needed to be. They were walking deeper and deeper into the normal part of town. Benny had never been this far from the slums ever in his life, and he was hating it. Benny noticed that the farther they got into the normal less and less people were seen outside until for every 4 blocks he only saw one person, and they were just cleaning their cars. Benny was disgusted at the sight of this because he knew that the people that stayed inside had something to do inside of their homes. Back in the slums the only reason he left the house, which was almost immediately after he woke up was because he had nothing to do in his. All these people inside had something to do inside of their homes they probably had computers, a TV, gaming systems, and some of them even had a pool. No wonder they never came outside they had everything they needed right there in their homes.

When benny could barely stand to look at it anymore he stopped in the road. Crossing his arms, and staring directly at the mysterious man's back.

"I'm getting sick of following you! Why do we have to pass through rich land and look directly at all these rich items? Look they even have boats who needs a boat on land?!"

The mysterious man turned around smiling and he used his deep, and powerful voice to say "You have a lot of hatred for these people kid, I suggest you lose it because you're going to be living in this area soon."

Benny quickly quieted down and began to think to himself "he wants me to live with him. I thought he was going to give me food or something, and send me out on my way. He was talking a lot of crap about me being his successor or something but I thought he was just crazy. Who is this man, and what does he want with me?"

The man pointed to the brown house at the end of the street. It had no cars in its driveway, and the house itself looked pretty old "that is my house you and me will be living there from now on. I bet that you're hungry so let's get going." Benny was suspicious of the man but he wasn't about to give up an offer of food and shelter, and maybe even some water. So he followed him to the front of his brown house and battered house.

The inside of the mans house was dark and damp, and even though the windows were open the light couldn't pierce into the room giving everything inside a dirty brown shade. The man walked inside, and Benny inched farther into the house. He could see everything more clearly, and understood why the place was so discolored. The windows were filthy they were practically encrusted in dust, and dirt. The room was exactly the same with dust literally everywhere. "I bet anyone with asthma would suffocate within 30 seconds of being in this room." The man laughed his laugh was muffled, and sounded far away he was probably already in the other side of the house, "I bet that's one reason why I don't have any friends with that certain condition. Anyways Benny what do you want to eat chicken or pork noodles?"

Benny couldn't belive it he had food, and not only that but he was offering the food to someone else. He quickly responded "Could you take both the chicken, and pork noodles, and mix them up please?" The man snickered, and said "Why haven't I ever thought of doing something like that myself? Why don't we both have pork, and chicken hybrid soups today?" "That's the best idea you've had all day" said Benny."

Benny just stood around, and looked around in the living room staring at everything amazed that someone with so much money had a house dirtier than his. Then suddenly the aroma of the soup being boiled hit his nostrils like a power packed punch. As soon as he could smell the soup he ran into the kitchen nearly tripping over the dusty couch, and clearing some of the dust off if it in the process. When Benny got into the kitchen the only thing he could say was "wow", the kitchen was state of the art with pans hanging from pan holders, and about a million types of knives. There was also a see through cabinet with a shit load of spices but the biggest change from the living room to the kitchen was that the kitchen was spotless. Benny didn't only look at all the fancy stuff he touched them too he disarranged all the spices in the cabinet, played with the biggest knives he could find, and he even managed to burn himself by touching one of the stoves.

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