Our World

[Blablob]

Well, here it is: the sequel to My World. I hope you guys enjoy this one a lot.

Our World
By Blablob

Prologue
The morning sun came up, rising over buildings and trees. Its light, white, bright rays shined in my eyes, and I could barely see. I ran and ran and ran, getting nowhere. Nowhere—I though—was where I was headed, anyway. Or, what my mind thought, wasn’t important. What my heart thought was.

I was just gonna keep running, unaware of my surroundings. “Are you lost, kid?” A fellow asked me.

“Buzz off!” And I kept running.

Hi. My name is Bryan. I am a happy kid who lost his mommy in a shopping mall. We were shopping for clothes, when all of a sudden, we got separated. Now it’s up to me to get back.

Yeah, I wish that was my story.

But it isn’t, so I’ll tell you what really happened.

There was this one day, long ago—about a year ago—that my parents had this huge fight. A fight so huge, it led to many unnecessary actions. Example? No. How about examples, with a plural?

Well, first off, they left the house without a word. Me and my brother got kidnapped. Then we met this bear named Dagger, who was shot and killed (Or, I think he was killed. He was shot, and that’s the last I saw of him.) My mother was killed. My dad was the killer. He’s on the loose. We were sent to a foster home. And we were separated. And now I’m in the middle of nowhere.

Yeah. All that because of one fight.

Well, I guess it wasn’t all caused by the fight. But if the fight never happened, none of that would’ve happened. And I’ll tell you something. I’m gonna figure out, one way or another, what started that fight, and I’m gonna get to the bottom of it.

But first, I need to find my little brother.

[spookyghost]

Yay! Good start! Can't wait for more! (Yay! First post here.)

[GalaxyMario]

Good start!

Though I thought it was called "His World".

[Blablob]

Good start!

Though I thought it was called "His World".

Hm....Well, I decided that "Our World" was a better fitting title. So, vuala!

[Blablob]

Chapter 1: An Old Enemy
The sun was beginning to set, so I had to quit searching and head back to my hideout.

Okay, a couple things I ought to explain to you. First off, my hideout is basically the place I sleep at night, now that I’m homeless. I live with this other homeless guy named Chuck. He’s really nice, and he let me live there for the time being. Second, I’ve been searching for supplies like food and water. Everything I brought with me from my foster home: all I had were a pillow, blanket, and a bag full of clothes. How could I be so stupid as to forget to bring food and water?

Well, anyway, I call it my hideout because I’m secretly hiding from police. My foster parents—most likely—put out the message that I was missing, so now cops are on the hunt for me. I say “most likely” because I’m not 100% sure. But I’m not taking chances. I gotta do what I gotta do.

I went back to the hideout—which is, by the way, just an old alley—to find Chuck sleeping. He slept a lot, which was fine, but it made me feel lonelier than I already was.

Chuck looked like any other homeless guy; smelly, dirty, with an overgrown beard, ugly clothes, and a little hat that had bite marks in it. I was curious to know what would’ve bit his hat; it makes you think: “How did that happen?”

Chuck was nice, though, like any other homeless man. Whenever I could find something out of an old trash can to eat, he would never be greedy. He wouldn’t even ask for anything; I would just give it to him.

By the way, the food in trash cans is very, VERY unpleasant. But you get used to it. What can you do when you have nothing else?

But then I thought, is this unhealthy? Eating out of a trash can? Can’t that, like, infect me or something?

I decided not to worry about it to much. It was getting dark out. I grabbed my pillow and quilt, set them out, and about 5 seconds after my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

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I didn’t have a dream. I had a nightmare.

I was just standing in a doorway. The whole ground was shaking under me. But why? A ship, I thought. I was on a ship.

The door in front of me was wooden brown, and the door handle was the same only it was gray. I tried to look around, but my head wouldn’t move.

I heard some woman’s voice yell “YOU’RE NOT GOING TO LISTEN TO ME? FINE!” And I heard a loud BANG, followed by a cry. The cry was very familiar; like it was someone I knew who was crying. I tried to move my arm, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Please, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” The familiar voice said, as if it was begging for forgiveness, Forgiveness…or mercy.

“TOO LATE! YOU’VE ALREADY BROKEN THE RULES! DISCIPLINE MUST BE TAKEN!”

The door suddenly opened to reveal a woman holding a stun gun against my brother.

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I awoke to someone shaking my arm. “Get up, kid.” It was the voice of someone I never wanted to hear again.

Billyboy.

[spookyghost]

Whoa... Just when things got better XD.

[Blablob]

Chapter 2: The Truth
I stared back at him, in shock.

How could this be? Billyboy had…had…gone to prison. This was impossible!

“Didn’t you hear me? Get your behind up!” He screamed at me. I kicked with all my force in his—well, let’s just say I kicked him where you DEFINITELY don’t like to be kicked if you are a guy. But it was basically useless; I had no energy. Lack of food had a big impact on me.

So, I knocked the guy down, but he just got back up, like I only made him madder. “Ha! There ain’t no stopping you, is there, kid?”

Then he pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at me. “But you might wanna think about next time you throw a book at my face.” He was referring to the day that changed my life forever.

“So, what? You gonna kill a small 14 year old kid?”

He looked at me in disbelief. “Boy, you just don’t listen. Why would I kill ya if I told ya to get up? If I kill you, I kill you. You think I care if you’re standing or sitting when I kill you? Shoot. I would’ve killed you in your sleep if that was what I was here for.

“But it isn’t. So listen boy, and you listen good.” At this point, I allowed him to let me stand up, so I could stand face to face with him.

“I need you to take me to your mother. Okay? That’s all I’m asking. You do that; I’m out of your life forever. Deal?”

Man.

Wow. OH MAN!

DANG!

Wow. Okay? Just wow.

“My mom…died. She died the day you kidnapped me.”

A heartbreaking look poured across his face. “Wha…she….she’s dead?”

“She’s dead.” I assured him.

He just leaned up against the back of the wall and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. He lit it with a lighter, puffed out some smoke, and told me his story.

“That woman was the finest woman I’d ever lay my eyes on. We had a relationship, once.” Once he said that, I thought silently: the woman that Joey had been with, the woman in the tape; it was my mom.

“We were something bigger and better. We had a love so strong. But I blew it, and next thing you know, your dad comes into the picture. He stole your mom’s heart, and I was simply known after that as the neighbor on meds.

“But once I heard your dad gone crazy, then after some while, I decided it was time for me to face my mistake; face your mother and pour my heart out to her. I realize you may think that is wrong of me, to try to make her love me again when she’s already married. Heh. Love is a funny thing.

“Love. It isn’t something you want, though. Not after you realize what it can do to you. You want to spend your life with someone forever; you would do anything for them. You couldn’t imagine anything happening to them.

“So, to hear you tell me she’s dead. Well, not only does it break my heart, but it leaves me of a deed undone, and I will never get that chance to do it. Not…unless I’m with her.”

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!

“I…I never knew life could be so harsh to some people.” Even though I couldn’t know how he felt, I think I could understand what he was going through.

“When did you decide to see her again?” I asked.

“Hm….about a month after I kidnapped you.”

“Why DID you kidnap me, anyway?”

“Huh…I guess I was just…scared. Or…jealous. Jealous because I never got the chance to have kids. But I was literally off my meds, and the things it can do to you; you wouldn’t imagine. By the way, I’m sorry for that.”

“It’s cool” I said, even though my heart will never be “cool” with it.

“Well…what did you do to my mom to make her leave you?”

Joey was on his second cigarette. “I don’t know, man. We were low on money, and I had to do what I had to do to get us some. But your mother just didn’t see good in that.”

“There is one last question that’s really bothering me. How are you even here? And, come to think of it, how’d you know where to find me?”

“Well, I broke out of prison. So the cops are after me. And my friend Chuck here told me where you were.”

Chuck?

CHUCK?!

The homeless guy?

“How are you friends with Chuck?”

“He’s just…a guy I’ve known for awhile. Like me, he wasn’t successful, and ended up becoming homeless.”

“Well…Chuck is a nice guy and all that. But…was it just a lucky guess that I chose his hideout to stay?”

“Man, kid. I don’t have all the answers. Things happen for a reason, you know? Well…all I know is, when I needed to get ahold of you, I called all my friends to see of they had seen you, and Chuck had, so…here I am.”

“But I don’t get it. Why wouldn’t you just go to my house and look there?”

“No one WAS there.”

“But why not just look for my mom? I mean, you would have a better chance of finding her than me, since you know her a lot better.”

“Well, apparently that ain’t the case.”

I heard cop sirens coming.

“Anyways, kid. I figured my time here on Earth has passed. I know there’s a better place for me. I know…somewhere, out there.”

“Wait…you don’t mean…Joey, that…this isn’t the way!”

:”That reminds me kid. Why do you always call me Billyboy?”

“I don’t know; it just fits well. But that’s off topic!”

The sirens were getting louder, and the cops were getting closer.

“Kid, you’ve helped me in more ways than you know. You’ve made me realize a lot of things. And for that, all I can do is to encourage you to not watch what I’m about to do.”

Yeah. You’re welcome, I thought.

“What about your friend, Josh?”

“Who?”

He thought for a few seconds.

“OH! Josh. I haven’t seen him in so long. Dang kid, you ask a lot of questions.”

By that time, cops were arriving and pointing there guns—for what, I’m not sure. One of the cops yelled through a megaphone “PUT YOUR HANDS UP! I REPEAT! RELEASE YOUR WEAPON, AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP!”

I put my hands up, though I doubt they were talking to me.

“Good seeing ya again, kid.” And he put his lights out.

BANG!

He dropped to the ground like a log. I can’t believe it. I just saw somebody commit suicide.

How could my life get any worse?

Just watch.

[MICrophone]

Wow! That was awesome! Though a bit anticlimactic with Billyboy not actually doing anything…but I guess it was necessary to lead into the next part, so yeah. Pretty good!

[spookyghost]

I forgive Joey I understand. But man, THAT IS SAD!

[zebtrestalala]

Ouch. Man, that blows. That's gonna be one messed up adult some day, with all that happened to him.