Short Stories.

Hell on Earth

Some people thought it was an act of war. Others think the will of god. Most… well, let’s just say they can’t really give an opinion about it, personally? I don’t give a damn. The way I see it, mankind has transitioned from one age to another. Power went from aristocrats sitting on top of their metropolitan towers to the dirty thugs with guns and the guts to use them. Control went from jerks to jerks. They’d both happily screw you out of things… it’s just that the latter would literally fuck your brains out and kill you afterwards. Ever since hellfire rained down from the sky they’ve been given the chance. My name doesn’t exist anymore, so I’ll go by John. John Smith. Yeah, I know it’s a very stereotypical white man name, but the funny thing is, I’m Asian. Okay, half-true. I’m both. I was born to an Asian man and a white woman, Got a bit of both worlds. I’m told I have my mother’s resolve and my dad’s attitude. I’ve also inherited my parents’ bodies. Well, the big parts anyway. I stand at just over five feet and nine inches with a very broad, boxy frame. My elbows can hardly reach my sides… I’m not bragging, in fact it’s really freaking annoying. Large hips and muscular legs earned me a Varsity lineman position early in High School, but that was a long time ago. My stout physique and ‘silent but deadly’ attitude made me a very intimidating person. It kinda helps looking the way I do now, especially where I live now. I like to call it, God-Forsaken Hellhole. You might know it as the Midwest of the United States. I’m starting to get ahead of myself now. Let me take you back a few years…

I was just walking out of the school doors for the last time ever. Senior year was over, and my life was just beginning to start. I smiled in contempt and slung my backpack over my shoulder. My truck waited at the top of a hill not far from school. Before I was even halfway to my truck, the scent of vanilla perfume wafted towards my nose. Alex appeared at my side, also with a smile. She was just shy of five and half-feet tall, but that doesn’t stop her personality. She could be sad one moment then be ripping your head off… and that’s on her good days. She transferred last year to my school and we became quick friends, despite how the other students treated her like a leper. She was also an instant hit with some of my other friends, but she seemed to reserve most of her politeness for me. I guess since I was her first friend in the area she didn’t want to lose me. As good a friends we are, I am a guy, so I did notice her body. She had great curves without being plump, with great breasts. I would guess B or C cup, but how the hell would I know? She’s also got a punk-rock style, with ripped jeans, sneakers and a dark jacket. Her petite round face was framed with short-cropped jet-black hair with colored highlights. It changed every few weeks, and now it was red. But it’s the eyes that get the guys. Blue eyes with green streaks around the edges, and they seemed to sparkle whenever she was around me or my friends.

“What’s gotten into you?” I ask. She was still a junior, and had another week of classes to go.

“You didn’t think I’d let you have all the happy, did you?”

I chuckled. “Knowing you you’ve probably stolen all the happy from all of my other friends.”

She took on a very innocent face, “But I didn’t! I’m innocent this time.”

“Bullshit! I can see the lie coming out of your ears!”

We laughed long hearty laugh, and after we came to our senses I realized I was standing next to my truck. It was small, but got me and maybe a few others from A to B, so I didn’t mind.

“Hey,” Alex said, “do you mind giving me a ride? I’d like to stay at your house for a while since my parents are bitching at each other again.” Almost divorced parents, Hurts me every time I realize she has to get in the crosshairs.

“Sure, hop on in.”

The doors unlocked for us both and we got in. I turned the ignition and the engine purred… well, purred like a kitten.