Sounds cool eh? Well I have the whole Prologue finished! Read it below and expect the next chapter within a few days or less!
Prologue: New
York, November 6th
Busy city, lonely city. This is how most people describe New York.
People are running trying to get ahead of everyone but in doing so they
sacrifice their identity and social worth. Some learn to enjoy a living doing
the daily grind, others try to cheat their way into the front of the line like
Daniel Max. Dan, a lowlife typical thug raised by the bustling hustle scene of
New York in the 80’s learned that the American dream is only a hold up away and
that you truly only live once. He wakes up early to start the daily hustle,
doing anything that isn’t real work. He stays up late, partying till the early
morning ignoring his kids back home. Dan is the incarnate stereotype of a thug
life in America, and unlike all the hip-hop videos, he isn’t a nice guy.
Dan
walks along 130th with his hands in his puffy black jacket pockets
trying to keep warm from the early November cold. His jacket had a few tears
around his right hip, a recent addition from the night’s crazy events. One look
at his bruised face, dirty clothes, and slurred words indicates to anyone who
pays attention what happened. He tried his best walking home, putting one foot in
front of another, walking along the same side of the street as 130th
State Park. Trees along the road provided park goers with complete privacy
from the modern life outside the tree lining, which is nice because it also
meant the ghetto apartments and business on the other side of the street
remained unseen for people that visit the state park.
Dan isn’t
alone walking down 130th, A young female dressed in club clothing in
a short skirt, 4 inch heels, shoulder less glittered t-shirt, and a fancy
handbag made her way down the street. She shivers from the night’s cold air and
her annoyance of her night can be heard in the smacking of her heels along the
cement. She keeps her eyes open for people in this part of town, it isn’t the
nicest part of town but she has to make her way past it to get back home after
her now ex-boyfriend took the last of her money at the club. A rare car drives
by her, and she watches it drives away, and that’s when she noticed Dan nearly
20 feet away from her. She turned to the front, but continued to look behind
her to see if Dan will keep coming closer, paranoid about what may happen.
It is the way she keeps looking
back at him that catches Dan’s eye. She will look behind her, walk a bit faster,
and look again. Dan knew she is obviously younger than him, how young is hard
to tell in the time of night. She amuses him as she ran, all he could do is
undress her with his eyes and think about all the ways he could violate her
without anyone every knowing. Her ass flashes him every few seconds just by the
speed she is walking. To Dan it is a naughty game of cat and mouse, and the cat
is more than happy to play with his meal.
“Hey, wait up girl” Dan calls
out, running to her. She looks to him and responds with her running down the
street. It isn’t even a contest, her heels didn’t help her get away and Dan
caught up with ease. She looks around the area for help, but doesn’t see
anyone. Before she could scream he speaks again, “Just wanna talk with ya, you
look like you could warm up a little.” Dan’s smell finally reaches her, and he
smells like cheap beer and marijuana. She runs again, this time screaming down
the street fuelled by all those gossip stories about girls in school getting
raped at night and how she doesn’t want to be that girl.
“HELP, SOMEONE!” She screams, but
no one except for Dan cares for her screams. This time when Dan catches up with
her within seconds of her darting off, it isn’t as nice. His hand grasps the
young woman’s bare right shoulder and pushes her towards the tree line of the
park. The girl losses her balance and trips on top of grass, leaves and sticks
belly down on the dirt. She instinctively turned to her back and crawled
backwards threatening to kick her attacker with an up kick. That’s when she saw
Dan’s face up close, a bruised up, drunk, African American looking at her with
bad intentions. She screams again for help, but with as much success as her
first scream.
“Shut the fuck up” he commands,
but the girl didn’t stop. It is then Dan took into consideration what he is
actually doing and how fast it had escalated. He didn’t stop though, he jumped
on top of the woman taking a shoe heel to his shoulder. He screams in pain before
calling her a “Crazy bitch” and successfully wrestles her to the ground. Her
soft skin causes the hairs on his arms to raise, she is young, too young and
that excites Daniel.
“Pretty whore girl” He mutters as
all of his two hundred and thirty pounds of weight pins her helpless on the
ground. Twigs and dirt manage to get into the woman’s clothing, scrapping along
her skin and back as she attempts to continue to struggle. It is only a matter
of time before Dan got control of both arms above her head and he is sitting
down on her waist. He is completely mounting the young woman and she can feel
his errection from his pants pressing towards her chest. Again she screams.
“Fucking bitch, shut the fuck up.”
He keeps saying over and over again. He moves her arms so he can hold her with
his left hand, and undid the zipper to his pants with his right hand. As he
fiddles with his underwear he threatens, “Gonna make you shut up with my cock
in your fucking whore mouth.” The girl closes her mouth, stopping her
screaming. She closes her eyes and shook her head violently so he couldn’t do
anything to her.
Everything is silent for the
girl. The threats from Dan, the noise of the odd car driving down the street
unable to hear them, and the sound of the wind rustling through the trees
inside the small wooded walkway to the park. The only thing she feels is an
eerie rush of wind pass her right cheek, and a warm liquid sensation covering
her as his body goes limp. She thinks the worse has happen to her, she didn’t
feel anything, but it doesn’t console her from the shame and guilt of what
happen. She cries, opening her eyes and blood seeps into her eyes.
The first thing besides the blood
she wipes away with her dirty covered hands is the tree line covering the sky. She
then notices the limp body of Dan on her. Dan continues to bleed on her,
unknowing where the wound is she pushes the body off of her before standing up
drenched in the man’s blood. She can’t scream, she only cries in frustration to
what is going on at the moment.
Crunch
Twigs snapped and it gets her
attention turning her head towards the noise. She didn’t get a good look before
wobbling into a tree and falling back down onto the ground clinching her sides.
The adrenaline and the rush of everything causes her not to notice that she is injured.
Two bullet wounds into her stomach, she feels the holes the bullets made on her
lower right and upper right area of her stomach. She turns her head towards where she heard the
sounds of twig snapping and pleads for help.
She doesn’t get a good look at
the person who saved her from Dan, and her last thoughts are about her hero.
Short hair, clean shaven face, scared naked body, and metallic wings that seem
to stretch out to eternity. Her last feelings are of confusion as the man who
had saved her didn’t attempt to save her, he just stood and watched her as she
closed her eyes once again.
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