This was a short story that got kind of long, It was a dream that I had about 2 months ago, I though it was cool, so I started writing it down, one page turn into two pages, then 6 pages turn into 14. Right now I’m still writing, and I plan to drop it here on AC in parts (don’t want to cramp my hands to death). I wanted to go ahead and start posting it, so I could see if I have a future in story writing. So if you’re a child at heart and a lover of super heros and monsters than I’m pretty sure you’ll love…
Dark Days
It’s been unusual around Los Angeles Lately, but I haven’t really been paying attention. I don’t know, but every since that new Umbrella Corporation opened up It’s been less people around. Hell I don’t blame them I heard they pay, like a grip of money. What I need to do is go apply myself; but becoming a Legend in Martial Arts doesn’t happen over night. I practice all the time, I’ve already mastered Boxing, Karate, and Teakwood . I don’t know; some people are good at math or reading, I’m just good at fighting, all my teacher’s say I have a real knack for learning like genius style. Now don’t get me wrong, I work very, very hard for what I know; It’s just I feel so at ease when I fight, well at least when I’m not getting hit.
My Nephew spars with me all the time, he isn’t as good as I am, but I don’t know anyone else that can take a punch like him. He’s eighteen, I’m twenty but both of our experience levels are much higher. We’ve fought in tournaments, Regional and city wide, plus we hold the belt of Tag Team champs on the year, Hell we’ve even taken out a few master, respectively. Everyday me and my nephew are talking about what style to practice next or what new move we’ve come up with, that’s one of are ways not to get tired or bored. Yep, me and Ben, Guy is what everyone calls him; people call him that because, we hang out with each other so much that when people find out that he’s my nephew, they be like ” who that light skin Guy over there?”. Why he kept the nickname is beyond me, but in away I think it’s cool, it’s his way of standing out of a crowd and I respect that. Everybody calls me Boxer; because it was the first style I picked up at the age of seven, and in every fight I always refer back to it; it’s my base of strategy.
As me and Guy make are way home from our training school, he points out that there are really a lot of people missing; Nobody around Vermont and Slauson, is highly creepy. I get a bad feeling about my family at home, I tell guy ” I race ya home”, we both make tracks. In my mind I’m hoping that the half a mile dash will help me shake the bad feeling I got earlier, it doesn’t . Guy beats me to the gate by 2 minutes, I have to watch his dumb victory dance.
I stop him and tell him to look. “look at what” he says, then he realized it; we both have sisters there should be at very least 3 little kids outside. It’s never been different, my mom baby sits my 3 nieces while everyone is at work or at school; they always greets us upon our return. Something is wrong. We both rush in the gate and down the hall to the front yard of the house, we stop in the front yard to see if the kids were hiding from us. I look in all our there usual spots and nothing, I turn around to see if Guy found anything, and…. Apparently he did. He was just standing there, not moving, I raned over to see what he had found. It was a small puddle of blood, and little blood stains on the gate that leads into the back yard. My heart skips a few beats, and I start to fall into that same shock mode as Guy; I shake my head hard and pull myself out of it. I look over at Guy, it would seem that he was going into a trance, I grab him and give him a good jerk; Guy! BEN! Snap out of it! He blinks hard and comes to. I drop my bag, and tell him “lets go check it out”, he agrees; I open the gate and Guy grabs my shirt ” Hold on”, he reaches in to his bag and grabs his wrestling gloves. I watch him slid the gloves on , and I didn’t understand why until he started to crack his knuckles. At that moment I realized, what if there is someone back there? I turn around and grab my boxing gloves.
We start to follow the smear stains of blood on the side of the house and the drops of blood that were on the ground. The blood trail leads straight to our semi cellar, { It’s a cellar, but just from looking down from the top to could see if someone was inside } Guy jumped on one side and gave me the signal that he would open it on three. 1-2-3 he opens the big dirty door and I peer down, from a safe enough distance that I could still defend myself if need be. As I looked down after the dirt had settled I couldn’t believe what I seen.
Tune in next time for the next part of DARK DAYS
