A Mystery to Us All

Chapter 1: A Disruption

The crash could be heard around the block, coming from just outside the only house on the block that showed it's age, with sunken walls and ceilings, or maybe that was just from the constant beating and crashing that the walls withstood every day. The crash could be heard along with the pain filled cry of anguish that followed it.

"How could you do that to him James?!"

What a commotion the people who lived there caused! Such disruptive tendencies they had. No matter. Life goes on, as they say.

"Just let him be James!" Everyone around the whole town could hear Mary's cries, unfortunately. There was no way they could ignore it any longer. But no one stepped up, not with what happened the last time someone stepped in. The last anyone had heard of that man was when he lost his house, custody of his kids, and was forcefully sent on a vacation out of town for "a little while". That was five years ago, and the guy still hasn't come back. Besides, James owned half the town itself, and anything he didn't own, he could still easily kick you out of it if he didn't want you there. And even if they could do something, who would want to go through that much trouble? All that paperwork and fighting with James' best lawyers. Hmm, better to just stay out of it and see what the turnout was.

Him, as Mary had put it, happened to be a fifteen year old boy named Malcolmn. Malcolmn also had been the projectile slamming into the dumpster outside, causing the loud interruption of such a peaceful evening. He had already been beaten out of the house it resided in front of to get to the dumpster.

"Sometime, Mary!" James responded. "Sometime this boy is going to learn to keep his mouth shut and his head down, understand?!" He continued to advance towards Malcolmn's now very still body, with Mary trailing behind, trying to bring James out of his fit of rage.

"S'all right Mary..." Malcolmn managed to gasp out through broken teeth, struggling to get onto his hands and knees. "I've been hit worse... By the twelve year old girl next door..."

"Oh Malcolmn, please keep quiet..." Mary pleaded through the tears now streaming down her face.

Yeah, like the neighbors do whenever this happens? Malcolmn thought.

"That's it, you little fucking freak!" James screamed, falling deeper into his rage. "I'm done with your shit, you little punk!" He shouted as he sprinted to Malcolmn's, little spot out on the street. "Get out of here and stay out!" James emphasized his point with a swift, heavy kick to the ribs, instantly crushing at least two. "How does that feel you fucking brat?!" He yelled, as he smiled at the strangled grunt that escaped Malcolmn's mouth before he could internalize his pain.

"N-not... Too bad..." Malcolmn managed to grunt out through the river of blood that escaped his mouth, wincing with every breath. "Had worse... Ya'know... From my dead grandma."

"Why won't you just fucking die already?!" James screamed in his ever deepening fit of hellacious anger.

"'Cause you don't have the guts to kill me off proper, and you can't have someone else do it, or you'll ruin your oh-so precious reputation." Malcolmn smiles up at James, not really seeing him through the blood in his eyes.

"Just. Fucking. Die!" With one final kick to the head, Malcolmn's consciousness manages to slip out of his reach. What a commotion, do you think the cops heard? was Malcolmn's final fleeting thought.

HEY! It's Matthew! Um, so I'm not really sure if I'm any good at this writing business, so here's my first chapter of just some story I came up with. Tell me if I'm any good plez.

P.S.- Tell me if you want more of the story too, I don't want to torture anyone with my nonsense clogging up their newsfeed lol