I have been working on the next chapter to 'The Impurities of the Human Race' and since this story is almost done, then I would like to post a simple gift chapter to make up for the inconsistant posting of chapters. So this is just a simple chapter about the backstory behind Johnathon. Warning! Hints to upcoming events in the story.
A charcoal haired boy running down the center of a streets, his hazel eyes glossy, tears drifting from the corners of his eyes as his Nike shoes hit the pavement leaving a patting noise as he ran and wove between buildings. He looked behind him, finding no one behind him, his pace started to slow down. Despite the cold weather, his black jacket was sticking to his skin, skinny jeans ripped at the knees, the bare skin covered in dirt and scabbed from falling onto the pavement before. He slowly came to a stop, he was alone, the moon high up above the warehouses that were not far from the docks of New York.
He made a cautious glance of his surroundings before reaching down into the inside of his jacket and pulling out a bruised apple. A smile came to his face, they could never catch him, he was to sly for that, to smart for a boy that was only the age of nine. Just before the apple met with his teeth, a noise of tapping shoes from beside him, his eyes shooting to the area from stimulus.
A man with black slicked back hair, dark tan Hispanic skin, and bright blue eyes was smirking at him with an unsettling grin. He was wearing a formal attire from head to toe, black dress shoes, grey pants, a grey dress jacket and underneath a white tank top, a cross hanging down from his neck. A taller man beside him in a black tank top, with buzz cut black hair, mud green cargo pants, and combat boots. A knife at his thigh and a gun at his hip, he was muscular, with little stubbles of hair on his chin and below his sharp nose. The boy felt fear rush throughout his every feeling, he gulped loudly, beads of sweat sliding down his dirty skin.
“What would a boy like you be doing in a place like this so late into the night?” The older man asked smugly with a strong spanish accent, a grin on his face. His eyes shooting straight behind the boy to the sound of rapid footsteps coming in their direction. The boy panicked running to take cover behind the only people he sought as ‘bad men’. The footsteps belonged to cops, coming in this direction, in full uniform, one with a brown mustache the other much shorter with glasses. They both stopped only feet away from the two men and the boy, who was tightly gripping onto the pant leg of the older man.
“Hello, officers. How may I assist you two?”
“T-That b-boy stole from the store not f-far f-from h-here.” The shorter cop stutterred, the older man looked down at the boy who was still tightly gripping onto his pants.
“I assure you, he has done nothing wrong.” He said as he stared down at the boy.
“We saw him with our own eyes, it was him!” The mustached one claimed with a strong New York accent pointing at the young boy.
“Enrique.” Was all the man said, before the second man in the combat boots reached into his pocket and stepped up forward to the cops, handing them thin green paper.
“Keep your mouths shut!” He growled with a spanish accent, the two cops snatched themselves the green paper and then ran off. Enrique watching as they disappeared into the ascending fog of the night. Miguel looked down at the boy and smiled, the boy releasing his grip on the pants and taking a couple steps back.
“Don’t be afraid.”
“I-I shouldn’t be here, mister. My dad will beat me when he finds out.” He replied with the most innocent voice.
“Oh.” The older man looked over at Enrique, who still had his back turned to them, he suddenly turned to face the duo. “Well, perhaps you can join up with us.”
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No Light
AcakA young girl is abducted by a man who seeks for her father and claims to be her uncle, she is never entirely told the truth. As the years go by and the more attached she grows to her abductor, she soon comes to realize secrets that she would rather...
