The "Boondock" Kids

The "Boondocks" Kids

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Nick let's out a sigh as he rests his head on the cold wall behind him, letting the nostalgia kick in. He shuts his eyes. Trisha watches him patiently, hugging her knees to her chest.

"My parents died when I was seven...I didn't really remember them so I didn't take it too hard..." He shrugs one shoulder. "I was handed over to my uncle, who apparently owned a top secret agency." He chuckles. "He told me about it when I was ten, and trained me...to use weapons...he trained me to kill..."

Trisha bites her lip.

"It wasn't weird for me, I was a kid after all."

"So...what's does your uncle do? What do you do?"

"Slow down there. He captures criminals, or at least people he classifies as criminals. And keeps "society safe." He rolls his eyes. "My job is to interrogate those suspects and get evidence or confession so he can put them in jail."

"My father's not a terrorist, Nick."

Nick turns his head to her as she swallows. "I believe you, Trisha."

"Then why-"

"Its because he doesn't, okay? My uncle doesn't. He's a really powerful man...for a man, and he's not one to give up either, ignoring the truth even. What he says, goes."

"Is he this 'Shadow' I've been hearing about?"

Nick nods.

"Why'd he call himself that? Its creepy."

Nick chuckles. "That's a very good question, my friend. I asked him the same thing years ago, and he only told me that his 'nemesis' named him that, and he liked it. Whatever that means..."

"So you've been working for him your whole life?"

"Apparently."

"Do you even go to school?"

"Does military count?"

"Seriously, Nick? Do you know what your missing out?"

"Don't care."

"Nick...I pity you."

"Don't."

Trisha sighs. "Close your eyes."

He raises an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Just do it, you!"

Nick rolls his eyes to the back of his head before closing them and crossing his arms.

Well. He definitely has the attitude of a rebel in high school, Trisha thinks. "Now picture this...your walking down the hallway with lockers on the walls, dressed in a dark biker jacket-"

"A biker jacket?"

"Shush! That's how the delinquents dress at my school, alright?"

"You see me as a delinquent?" He opens one eye. "Ohh. A bad boy."

A light blush appears on her cheeks, but disappears almost immediately. "Just close your eyes!"

He let's out a low chuckle and closes his eye. "Alright. Amaze me."

"Now, where was I..."

"The biker jacket."

"Yes! So...your walking down the hallway alone, under your arm is a helmet. Your hairs all messy and spikey...girls giggle as you walk past..."

"This is stupid," he interrupts, his eyes still closed.

"But you get my drift, right?"

"Right..." He opens his eyes, seeing Trisha's. Then without a word he takes Trisha's hands in his.