About a Boy
Writing Prompt
“I am not a sheep”
I sit around all day
doing nothing. I watch the same football game for the twenty-seventh time,
wondering when the box will record something worth watching. See the team whom
I know nothing about score another touchdown, I am filled with a sudden longing
for pizza. I look inside my wallet and find around twenty bucks.
I grab my red jacket
and my sunglasses and begin to head out. I realize, before opening the front
door to my apartment, that people really don’t like me. I grab my beam katana
and clip it to by belt. For those of you who don’t know, a beam katana is just
like a light saber, but more katana-like. And if you don’t know what a light
saber is, then you must live under a rock.
I leave my apartment and
walk over to my motorcycle. This old hunk of junk is older than I am, but it
still runs. But it looks like the local street thugs have been at it again with
their pipes and beam katana. Looks like I’ll have to take this to Rikku at the
auto shop later; she’ll be thrilled to know here work has been trashed yet
again.
I hop on the old
clunker and drive off towards the nearest Pizza Suplex I know of. It’s a two
minute drive. With nobody around, I drive on through the red lights. Even if
people were around, nobody would care; the police were disbanded over six years
ago. Still though, I don’t like looking like a hoodlum in front of others. When
I get to the Pizza Suplex, I walk past a group of the street thugs who’ve been
causing trouble lately.
Sora behind the
counter says the pizza will take about ten minutes to cook, then she takes my
money. A good way to keep people from running out on the bill is to take their
wallets and return it after they get
their food. If it will take ten minutes, I might as well get away from the
scent of pizza grease. I walk back outside.
Standing next to my
bike, the thugs are all laughing. My bike is on the ground with a few more
dents and cuts in it. It will be a pain to ride home now. I have some time to
kill; I might as well waste it on them.
I call out to the
thugs and ask what’s going on. One spits on the ground and all of them pull out
their pipes and beam swords. One stays out of it. For no other reason that I
spoke to them, the thugs are going to beat me.
Not on my watch.
These guys are just like high school bullies; they’re too scared to do anything
on their own, so they gang up on one person in a large group. These guys are
such cowards, so much like sheep. Well, I am not a sheep. I am a wolf, and I’ll
get these guys to leave people alone one way or another.
For the next seven or
eight minutes, I smack these thugs around. With the twelve of them on the
ground whimpering like little pups, I turn to that last guy who stayed out of
it. He’s says something, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. One thing I did
catch was “Sanosuke,” my name. The thugs know who I am; so them trashing my
bike wasn’t just random acts of violence. Before I react, he runs away.
I turn back to the
Pizza Suplex, wondering if my pizza’s done yet. Sora says something about how
it was odd to see thugs get beat up, and she goes on for the next couple of
minutes about how she’s never seen anyone stop with just beating them. Ever
since people stopped caring, the death toll has risen, she says. She hands me
my pizza and gives me a Pizza Suplex gift card good for one free pizza and
tells me to come again.
I head back to my apartment,
glad that the thugs didn’t touch my bike’s seat rest. Another day goes by and
still crime runs the world. I have to make a difference. I am not a sheep. A
sheep would just sit around all day and let the world stay the way it is. I’m
not going to sit by and let people suffer any longer. I’m going to bring order
back!
But first, I have a
pizza to attend to. Maybe I’ll bring order back tomorrow…
