I am Not a Sheep

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…