Harrisboy

Chapter Eight

Huey went to the betting manager as he went to get his $700. But the manager only gave him $40.

"What the hell is this?" Huey Asked as he squinted at the $40 Bill.

"You came here for $40. I give you $40." He Replied.

"Dude, the ad said $700." Huey said.

"Well, That's too bad for you now, is it?" The greedy man chuckled softly while counting his money.

"I need that money, man!" Huey raised his voice.

"I forgot the part how that's my problem."

Huey stormed out of the office in a huff, passing by a sketchy guy in the hallway.

He entered the office, drawing a gun at the betting manager, knocking him out his chair as he took the suitcase full of money.

"Stop! Thief!" The betting manager yelled as the criminal ran down the wall with his gun drawn down the hall. Huey let him past as he ran down the stairs.

"What the hell is the matter with you?! You let him go!" The betting manager yelled in his face.

"I forgot the part how that's my problem." Huey called back to his comment as he smirked. The betting manager gave him a mugging glare as Huey went back down the steps.

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Huey walked down the streets of KCMO, feeling the cold air on his neck. He was ashamed that he only made $40 tonight. "How the hell I'm gonna pay for our house with this?" Huey thought.

Suddenly, he saw a ambulance past him to 10th & Main. He ran down the sidewalk as fast as possible as he tried to get past all the police surrounding the block. He pushed through them as he saw his grandfather, lying on the ground in cold blood. The paramedics were trying to care for him.

"Grandpa Curtis, try to breath!" Huey said with tears in his eyes. He held his grandfather's hands tightly in his last moments. "Huey....." he groaned softly as he close his eyes slowly. Huey cried as his tears were slowly falling down his face. He lost the man who took care of him.

Huey's grieving slowly turned into anger as he located where the criminal who shot Grandpa Curtis was in his higher sense. He got up and ran as quickly as possible into a dark alleyway, putting on the hoodie he wore in the ring, along with his mask.

He flew off into the air, searching for the criminal. He saw that he was driving down the streets back towards KCK. He zoomed through the city, getting onto the highway and grabbing the car the crook was driving. He punched through the car with his super strength while the criminal was shooting at him through the roof. Huey flew off from the car, dodging all the bullets.

Huey jumped on top of a moving truck, tracking down the speeding vehicle with his eyes.

The car swerved from street to street, eventually crashing into a abandoned building with the police on him. The crook ran out of his car, limping towards the door as he had his gun by hand.

Just then, he heard whooshing throughout the walls. Grass being broken as he shot his gun aimlessly. "Who's there?!" He yelled as he shot his gun at a fast gust of wind from behind him.

The crook tried to run to the back door to escape the cops, but he was grabbed from behind by Huey, smashing his head against the dry walls as the crook screamed in pain.

The crook was knocked towards the window as he ripped his bandanna off his face. "Don't hurt me! Just give me a chance! Just give me a chance!" The criminal begged.

"What about my granddaddy? Did you give him a chance? Did you?!" Huey punched in the gut and grabbed him by his collar. "Answer me!" But then, Huey realized something. He was the thief that was running down the hall. He recognized his KC hat and bandanna on his face as he came down the hall.

Huey was distraught over his revelation as the crook pointed a gun towards his face, cackling menacingly. "Did you kill my grandpa?" Huey Asked.

"Ya wanna join him?"

He shot him in the face but the bullet deflected off of Huey's cheek as he twisted the gun out of his hands. The crook looked at Huey in horror as he was pushed out the window from the 10 story building, getting impaled by a anchor on the ground.

Huey cringed as he looked at his demise from his height. He heard the police kicked down the door and was heading up the stairs. But by the time the police got upstairs, Huey was long gone.

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Huey was sitting on top of the P&L building, crying as he looked out into the city. He felt like he could've save his grandpa, but he was too late.

That's when Huey realized that he had to become a hero now to Kansas City.

Every criminal stopped, every citizen he saved is a debt that he has to owe his grandfather.