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Now I am not a good writer, but I write none the less.
Read it if you want, and tell me what you think.
Now keep in mind, this is only my first story.
The Kid in the White Suit.
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The minute hand moves onto the three, the bell sounds, students rush out the doors. Kids go on buses, chill with friends, or get rides home. A typical school day, today a new student came to school, dressed in a large purple coat, and a pure white suit. The coats hood covered the kid’s face in a dark shadow. In all the classes, he seemed to go unnoticed, as if he never went to class. In every class, he was seated in the far right corner, three desks away from everyone. The bell rang, he sat in his corner, nodding his head to non-existent music. Putting his things away, when his book fell off his desk. He continued putting his belongings into his bag. His coat’s sleeve rubbing against the desk. He reached for his book, and saw a black boot, with red laces, he looked up, and saw another kid, dressed in black pants, a large red shirt, and a dark black jacket. The kids hood on, so his face unrecognizable. He bent over, and picked up the book, and handed it to the new student. He took it, and placed it his bag. The kid in black reached out his hand, the new kid stood up, and shook his hand. When they shook, a sort of understanding was created between the two. the new kid grabbed his bag, and followed his new friend out of the class room. The door held open for him as he walked out. The two started to walk opposite from each other, the kid in boots stopped. He took a cigarette put from his pocket, lit it, and started to smoke. The kid in the coat stopped, set his bag down, and took off his coat. He reached into his bag, pulling out a blank white mask. The kid in black turns around, took a puff of his cigarette, and clenched his fists. His whole body tensing up, he started to run towards the kid in white, his fists clenched, the cigarettes orange glow showing the anger on his face. He swings his right fist towards the head of the other kid. His arm grabbed, and he was pulled over the kid in white’s shoulder, landing on his back,. He looked up at the blank mask, and jumped up. The kid in white stood there, his left foot moved back, his hands up, right hand in front of his face, his left over his chest. The kid in the boots took another puff of his cigarette, letting the smoke out of his nose. He jumps up, kicking towards the blank white mask. The kick connects, he jumps back, looking at the boot print, blood dripping from the bottom of the mask. A small pool of blood collecting between the kids white converses, he laughed, “Vincent” the blank white mask facing the kid in black. “Axe” the kid in black replied, Vincent kick his bag towards Axe, who blocked it with his forearm, only to get an elbow to the face. Axe’s face felt as if he was hit with a bat, he quickly stepped back, putting his left hand over his face. The warm blood hitting the palm of his hand. Making Axe even more angry, Vincent stood there, unmoving. His knees bent, fists up, the blank mask facing Axe. As the blood hit his white pants, slowly making a puddle of blood, getting bigger with each drop the pants absorbed.
Dark clouds started to roll in, the suns bright, warm rays, being blocked by the dark gray clouds. Thunder could be heard in the distance, the clouds came upon the school, and with it, came the rain. At first only a light sprinkle, but short after, it started to pour down. The wind howled as it flew past the two fighters. Axe standing there looking at Vincent, who was at most twelve feet away, Axe ran and started to curve right, towards the wall. Picking up speed, and ran up the wall, and jumped off the white brick wall. Towards Vincent, who hadn’t move, bending his leg, letting the full force of gravity, and his jump give power to his knee, striking into Vincent’s temple. Axe jumped back, off of Vincent’s chest, who started to lose his balance, and fall backwards. Axe landed a few feet away from Vincent, took a puff of his cigarette, and started to run towards him, blood running into his mouth from his nose. He grabbed Vincent by his left sleeve, pulled him up, and gave him an upper cut, which sent Vincent up into the air three feet. The rain hitting his back as he started to fall back to the school, his mask covering his smile, as he lands on his feet. Facing Axe, he put his right hand in his pocket, and stood back in his stance, Axe shook his head, the drops of ran hitting both of them, running down Axe’s clenched fists. He ran once more at Vincent, faster than before, heading straight at him. He proceeded to do a kick towards Vincent’s ribs, exposed for his right hand was in his pockets. It hit, the sound of shattering bones filled Axe’s ears.
A sharp pain ran through his calf, turning into a burning feeling. Seeing a silver knife had been thrust into his leg. Axe tried to step back, but Vincent was holding onto his leg, pulling it towards him, lunging as the blade goes into his stomach. Axe fell back hard on his back, the knife stuck in his stomach, blood gushing from the wound. Axe only lay there in horror, as the started to leave his body. He started to look up at Vincent, only to see the bottom of his shoe coming down onto his face. Axe could hear steps getting farther and father away, he could see nothing. The blood running his cheeks. He felt at his stomach, the knife was gone, the blood still flowing out of him, feeling around, only to feel cold metal against his finger tips. He grabbed Vincent’s knife, and sat up, he could see again, lying next to him was Vincent’s blank mask. The boot print staring back at him, he grabbed it, and put it on. He put his hands over his stomach, and started to limp away from the school. The rain hitting making him feel cold, making him feel angry . . .
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>With that, please excuse me<
Last edited by C. T. on Fri Feb 27, 2009 7:25 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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