
10-02-2006, 06:27 PM
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Tomerarenai Eraser Rain
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Location: Interdimensional Pkwy
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Re: [Or] His Story
Final part of Chapter One! Woo!
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The city did not allow the fancy dresses since everything was dirty. The concrete that made the sidewalks had chewed gum and bottle caps within them. Therefore, Katherine wore a nice black t-shirt with the New York Empire State Building on it. She also wore black jeans and red sneakers. Her hair was left straight, but brushed. Robert wore a blue jacket with a white polo underneath and blue jeans with black sneakers. They looked at each other, nodded, and proceeded down to the fancy restaurant hand in hand.
Everyone on the street of 196th and some people on Nagle Avenue between Sherman and Broadway knew that Katherine and Robert were together, or at least most knew. There was always, as Katherine had said to Robert one night, a group of boys always following her, but would stop at 196th street. She had the suspicion of stalking placed on them, but she wanted to make sure of it before the accusation could be thoroughly placed. Tonight was an exception since she walked with Robert. No respectable group would follow the two of them because of the number of adults who knew about their “stalking”.
Of course, Robert had problems communicating with the Chinese woman who took their orders. He had to repeat things a few times because he spoke too fast and, eventually, she understood what he said. Katherine was sitting on the seat facing the window while Robert sat with his back at the window. She was a tad nervous not because of the fact there were stalkers, but because of the fact there were none tonight. She knew that if anything happened to her, then her parents would rain it all on Robert’s head until the day he died. Robert noticed her jumpiness immediately.
“What’s wrong Kate?” he asked.
“N-n-nothing.” She stuttered.
“General Tso’s!” the Chinese order taker shouted, making Kate jump out of her seat.
As Robert retrieved his spicy chicken, he responded, “That was not nothing. Now, what’s wrong?”
Katherine looked around nervously, then looked back at him with eyes of fear.
“I’ve had this-this… feeling of sorts,” Kate confessed, “You know, like something bad is supposed to happen and soon.”
“Everyone’s had one of those,” Robert explained with a smile and holding her hand, “It’s nothing. No-“
“Get your hands off of her!” a deep voice shouted.
Robert turned around to see a group of boys around eighteen years of age wearing ripped t-shirts and leather jackets. With black jeans and boots, they seemed menacing. The leader was a man who was heavily built with black gloves that were cut so that his fingers would show. He wore his red bandanna backwards and wore a scowl with a dark intent. His flunkies were just some people who were identical in build to each other and had no bandanna, but a military haircut. The people in the fast food restaurant began to whisper to each other.
“Who are you?” Robert innocently asked.
“How have you not heard of us?!” the leader exclaimed in anger, “We are the Gang of 196th. We have warred with those from 202nd Street and have defeated them thoroughly. We have claimed this girl as our property!”
At “this”, he grabbed Kate and lifted her up, his hand around her elbow instead of the traditional wrist-grabber that most gangs stereotypically used. She screamed from the pain that felt like her elbow would give up and let the forearm go. Robert was motioning to stand up, but the leader pulled out a pistol. The others were wielding knives. At this, the boy sat back down.
“Only we leaders are able to wield guns,” the dark one said, “Now, Kate. Let’s go do it.”
Robert had had enough of this. He stood back up, which resulted in a bullet passing by his head. The leader laughed, but stopped when he saw that it did not faze the boy at all. He had an angry look, which gave the leader an angrier look.
“You wanna have a go?” the leader asked, “Get ‘em boys.”
The flunkies nodded with smiles as they closed in with their knives. Robert had only a plastic knife while their knives were those that were to be used to cut tomatoes, carrots, and, accidentally, fingers. One of them charged at Robert, who, in response, ducked, stuck the plastic knife into the gangster’s stomach. He dropped his metal knife on the ground and Robert proceeded into throwing him back. Another two charged in against him. Robert jumped onto his seat, then his table, and then on their heads. As soon as they began to give into the weight, he jumped off and kicked the boy in the middle. The leader was amazed at this boy’s skill.
“What are you waiting for?!” the man screamed, “Kill him!”
The other five flunkies shook themselves awake and prepared to attack. Robert went down, swept his leg under a gangster, and took his knife. Another tried to stab him there, but Robert rolled out of the way and kicked his knife so it landed on the counter in front of the Chinese woman, handle up. Next, Robert kicked the knife-less one down onto the ground. Then, he parried the two knife wielders and eventually kicked one down and tossed the other out the store.
It was him against the leader of the gang and right now, the leader wasn’t very happy. He still held his gun out at Robert, but it still did nothing. Therefore, he tried a new tactic and pointed it at Kate’s head. He smiled like a psychotic man.
“Come any closer and she dies!” the leader exclaimed.
Robert froze and stuck himself to the ground. He knew that this man, if Robert could even call him that without disgracing humanity, would actually kill her. As he debated what he could do, a flunky got up and prepared a lethal stab, but Robert saw it coming. He ducked, kicked the guy’s knife towards the leader, and then made him trip. The knife went buy so fast that the leader didn’t notice the cut it made on his forearm until he saw it. When he did, Kate immediately fell to the ground and scurried away. Robert took the opportunity to run towards him as the evil one shot at Robert, his aim wrong due to his nervousness. Unfortunately, for the leader, Robert got to him and finally knocked down his pistol and then punched him out. Another flunky took the pistol and tried to fire, but there were no longer any bullets within it. So, he cowered in the corner while the police officers came in. After looking over the place in awe, they arrested the criminals and peace somewhat returned to the restaurant. Kate was nursing her elbow with napkins that the manager gave her. Robert was thanked for the rescue and given his meal again, free of charge. Kate, after finishing the small wrap on her elbow, looked at her hero and boyfriend.
“Where did you learn to fight like that?” she asked, still in slight awe from the display.
“Long story.” Robert answered, looking around, anticipating more gangsters to show up.
“Umm…” Kate muttered, “Would you like to go back?”
“Only if you want to,” he answered, still looking around, “I don’t really mean to do this, but I want to make sure that gang doesn’t come back. They usually have large numbers.”
Kate nodded, indicating her want to leave, so Robert got the chicken for take-out and led Kate through the street into the park, where the darkness of the night covered the beauty of the usually colorful leaves. It was silent, at least a little more silent than the restaurant was. The two were now in the middle of the street, ready to part. Kate knew it was safe to leave at her apartment building, especially when everyone knew about what had just taken place. The two looked at each other and said their goodbyes. Kate quickly ran up the stairs to her apartment while Robert looked around and then proceeded into his run-down place of a home.
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Section Word Count: 1359
Total Word Count: 2817
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