|The tale of lions
Author: jarodsaga PM
Ancient kings and warriors from a time long ago are reborn to fight in the epic age we know today. Whom will conquer the world behind the dark secrets of today? Well 15 year old Lionell doesn't give a damn he just wants to live.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Adventure - Words: 2,374 - Published: 02-10-13 - id: 3099969
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Bullets flew like eagles through the walls of St. Patricks public High school. Lionel's brain shot into action, he dived under desks and used Rita Howell as a human shield. As holes were shot through the white brick walls of the teaching facility, a small click sounded off in lionells major, a small click that couldn't be heard over the children's screaming a small click that couldn't be heard at all. Leon brutally threw the girl across the room, she was caught by a short chubby man with brown eyes and a slender nose. Lionel known as "Lion" to his peers, rolled to his left towards a few brown cabinets he opened the cabinets to find the more dangerous science equipment, a saw and a Box cuter and a Hammer.
Lion Grabbed the box cutter and hammer then listened, his ears had suddenly became trained, his mind had become clear he knew what had to be done and knew how he was going to do heard the sound of the gunman reload , the gunman slowly walked , his boots tapping against the linoleum floors, his shadow peering through the opaque window on the classroom door. Lion ran to the blind side of the door he waited, the students and teacher in the room panicked, yelling screams of "no don't do it". and the gunman shot the hinges on the door and forced his way in. The gunman was no more than a mere boy, a student of 's, his name was Gerald Hensley.
Lion sprang, first he pointed the gun to the ground, bullets shot out of the 9mm Pistol slamming into the floor dangerously close to lions feet, when the 12 bullets shot out of the gun , Gerald reached for a knife, but leon intercepted and furiously slammed the blade of the box cutter into Gerald's throat. The crimson fluid we know as blood spattered across lions face and like acid it ate into his conscious. Both lion and the gunmen fell to the ground , lion mounted the gunmen and picked up the hammer in order to strike, As lions cruel hand slammed the hammer towards the gunman's face lion stopped himself. This wasn't who he is, sure lion was called an asshole , or a bully , a loser but he felt he wasn't a man capable of taking life.
Lion dropped the weapons and back pedaled away from the gunman, his teacher ran over to Gerald, who was now bleeding out spread eagle on the floor. Mr. pickley grabbed the boys remaining weapons and called the police and the principal. " Its alright kids It's over" said, the teacher walked into the hallway and saw a disturbing sight, student were on the ground bleeding out and some dead some not, as the teacher called for help he realized that it wasn't over the school would never be the same. The principal soon made an announcement over the intercom that the authorities arrived. The police swept the area questioning teachers and students checking classrooms, and escorting the dead and wounded. Lionel, was at the bus ramp school had been let out early, the bus ramp was a red and black inclined plane adjacent to the bus zone were the buses park and wait for students.
The busses lined up single file. each bus driver being unusually kind, to the sobbing shaken children boarding the bus. Lion boarded his bus and sat down his head leaned back over the seat, he truly looked buzzed. And buzzed he was even worse as lenny levito a caucasian kid who wore a hoodie and shorts nearly every day, sat behind him opened his lips and asked "is it true you murdered that guy?".
" Screw off ," lion said irritably, lenny just let out a rough laugh, "you know, your one of them too" Lenny said. " You're a warrior incarnate aswell mate, Gerald was one and thats why he went insane".
Lion was about to hammer him with questions but when he turned back lenny was gone he had disappeared without a trace. The hairs on the back of lions neck stood up and he had a crazy feeling like he should get off of the bus as soon as possible . lion got off the bus two stops early and walked the rest of the way home, he had to pass over a railroad and jump over a fence, lion jogged not eager to get home not eager to stay were he was he just ran his mind was clouded his brain dysfunctional. He made it to his "home" a small apartment west of hampden road a small industrial center that city officials hardly ever visit wich is just perfect for lions guardian George Belwish, a average heighted thick bulldog type of man.
In lions list of hate, George made the top, George is never what lion would call a "father" , george was the type of man who dealt in the most top class illegal business only to drink so much he would never reap the benefits. lion walked in the door greeted by shattering glass, his father red in the face stomp towards him with a middle finger in the air. " You ungrateful little bastard" his father shot across the room, and grabbed lion shaking him furiously, he slammed lion against the dark wood walls of the kitchen and cock his fist back. Right before the blow landed he stopped " theres gonna be cops social workers and reporters all ovetr the place becuase your dumbass grew some nuts and killed a boy!" George was furious.
George slammed lion into the ground and stomped at his torso , he wasn't much for words, nor was his attentions span long. He moved on soon enough, and lion sluggishly got up off the ground, he was used to the beatings he got them daily, that's probably why he was so mad all the time. He picked himself off the ground this was nothing to him , he would have beat the crap out of his "father" by now but he was his only source of food , clothing and shelter. He was also the only way his father could get government aid, that's the type of relationship they had a give and beat one. Lion did what he always did when he got beat, he got up and headed for the edge of the abandoned skate park.
Lion stepped outside and pulled on his hoody, he brought a backpack and a small metal bat, he knew he might need it just incase. The cold wind slid against lions bruises, healing them with their drunken kisses. Lion walked a few blocks and looked over his shoulder he had to make sure no one saw him or he might get himself and the others in trouble with the police. The coast was clear he jumped the iron fence and jogged the rest of the way, lion himself didn't skate or at least he wasn't any good at it ; but he still loved the life the park was amazing the people were outstanding. Lion viewed his turf a beauty to behold.
The skate park was a clutter of punks, teens, stoners and party animals, it was smacked with concrete pools, broken wood half pipes and plenty of things to grind on including some women. alcohol was poured and lion spotted his crew a group of regulars possible the most normal out of the crowd. " Sup your late" Anthony said, Anthony was a large chubby hispanic kid with short black hair and a smoking problem, he was also one of lions closest friends and someone who had a big heart with lots of hate for the police. Actually everyone in the park had a problem with the police and smoking, more or less. Standing next to
Anthony was Ryan rockwell, Every groups crazy white boy he was the type of kid who jumped fences using his stomach and shot birds a the police before he ran away, he had dark colored hair and a was littered with tattoos.
Ryan was wearing a white hoodie and black tanktop and was holding a bottle of vodka pouring it into a red plastic cup for Miami, Also known by her government name Melissa Amina and she was a fiery latina and drunk, you could catch her at most of the parties playing dumb to gt some guys money or beating the hell out of another chick. Today she was wearing fiery red lipstick and a green jacket, with a pair of ripped black jeans and some converse. The final member of the team, Chiane was nowhere to be found. Ryan played some music and shoved a cup of vodka in lions hands, " Yo what's up? Why you on hush mouth man?" Ryan asked. "Hush mouth" was just a term that means " you ain't speaking". Ryan looked him up and down then gave lion a " you gotta be kiddin me homes" face; "He been kickin yo ass again aint he, I'm tellin you let us just roll up in his spot and blast him!" Ryan said, then smirked and broke out in a chuckle , the whole group started laughing.
" yo lion why you lettin that man punk you? I think I got more balls than you" Miami said. " Well you do look a little more manly" Lion 's crew laughed and took a shot of vodka , soon no more words were said or had to be said, all their problems had slowly drifted away. Each of them two their owns, there wasn't much to remember about that night. Lion woke up with a hangover, he was somehow in his bed.
He sat up, his breath smelling like liquor and doritos . He was still in the clothes he wore yesterday, he didn't want to go to school but he didn't want to stay in the house either. He got up dressed and took a cold shower, he ran down the stairs of the crappy apartment , slipping on a bottle of jack daniels, his still sleeping "father" had dropped. George was draped over the lazy boy chair comically arm hanging off the armrest still in a clutching position like it had an imaginary bottle of booze in its palm.
Lion didn't have to creep past him he just walked straight past him and walked out the door. Lion walked to school, the entire campus was taped off with yellow and black police tape. The normal school seen had disappeared, kids were being dropped off only to cry themselves back into the car some for good reasons some just to skip school for the day. There were parents bursting into tears over their loved ones deaths. Police officers and reporters stormed the place it was the only time lion had seen either of them give this place a glance.
It only proved lions point, " No one cares unless they have too", Thats what lion believed in . And he had all of the right to. Lion had experienced the worst part of and he never even saw the upper crust or the silver lining. Lion had been beaten, robbed, harassed, shunned, mugged, disowned and disrespected. His only love came from the his two best friends, Gin and
Brandy. Lion didn't care he didn't give the mourners a second look, he eyed the broken campus, the bermudagrass was withered and the windows were shattered from bullet holes. Soon a white police walked up to lion. His name was Jeffrey, but he told lion "everyone calls me Jeff" , He kind of like how a kindergarten teacher would when questioning a guilty child. He used sentences like " Are you positive" and " You can tell me anything" He made constant eye contact and he made sure to say " your not in any kind of trouble" after every sentence.
After the questioning he left his card, leon balled it up in his pocket and gritted his teeth, the hairs on his neck had finally laid back flat. Lion hated the police, out of everyone on this big blue world the police made constant sure that lion had no fun and that he was to be put away at all when he wasn't guilty of doing anything, once lion was visiting another school on a field trip, he had matured a bit early so he looked similar to any high school sophomore, except he didn't look like any high school sophomore you would find in this school. He was immediately booked for truancy and held for 15 hours and then another 6 hours after he was released. Of course the waiting time would have been faster but his father was so drunk when he got the call from the police he forgot they ever called by the time he got to the car.
Lion turned around and casually walked off the campus his time there was over, he had already had enough of school . Surprisingly to society, lion isn't an idiot he technically qualifies as a "genius", but that wasn't lions life choice he didn't want to be any kind of brainiac, lion didn't even know what he wanted he figured he would go join the army before he was put in prison for real. Lion walked to the skate park, and tracked a half mile in the woods, he came to a clearing there was a football field. It's turf was filled with patches but it was good enough for lion, the bleachers next to the field had a small box in it, lion climbed those stairs and kicked the door open, lion's friends had made it easier to kick it open by loosening the hinges just enough for the door to open but not fall. In the box there was a desk, a small apartment for dust bunnies, and a mattress. Lion belly flopped on the mattress and closed his eyes he wouldn't wake to well after dark and no one but his crew would come looking for him.