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Post by cadence on Jun 9, 2006 2:36:48 GMT -5
Six years ago years ago…
Cadence, six years old today, rode his old ratty, rusting bike along the sidewalk, having to hope onto the street at frequent intervals to avoid colliding with people. He was heading to the park where he was going to meet up with James, a boy who had recently stayed out his house and didn’t pay. He reached the park, there were a few kids at the sandbox and the swing, they didn’t matter. He parked his bike and chained it clumsily to the rack; he didn’t have to chain it very good because nobody wanted this old piece of junk.
He walked over to the play equipment and crawled half-way up a twirling side. He wedge himself in-between the sides at a rather uncomfortable angle and scanned the surroundings for the boy.
Today Caden was wearing faded jeans with holes in both knees and a green-ish brown-ish colored t-shirt, it would probably have looked greener if it has been washed recently, being as it was it hadn’t seen soap in weeks. He was tall for his age and quiet thin, giving him a stretched out look. His eyes had the beginnings of dark circles under them and a large bruise was set on his cheek giving him a tough look. His light blond hair fell down to his shoulders and was tangled and had an unwashed looked to it even though it was thick with hair grease and slicked to his neck. He looked tough, or at least tried to make himself look tough.
He picked at a hole in his jeans as he waited, humming softly the Happy Birthday song. He watched as the boy entered the park and came and walked over to the slide. Caden slid down and stood up. “Hey. You stayed at my house last week, right?” “Yeah,” The boy answered. “Well, nobody stays for free. How much money do you have on you?” Cadence asked as bully-like as he could, which was pretty good. “A five dollar note, that’s it.” The boy answered meekly. “Give it to me.” He demanded taking a step forward. The boy quickly drew it from his pocket and offered it. Cadence snatched it up and watched the boy run off looking frightened. That wasn’t as fun as he had hoped, the boy gave in to easy even though he was a year older.
Cadence pocketed the money and returned to his position wedged in the slide. He didn’t realize that if somebody was planning on coming down the slide, they wouldn’t be able to see him until it was to late.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jun 9, 2006 19:59:54 GMT -5
Krissy, 10 years old at the time, had ran from her house yelling to her dad that she would be back for lunch, and headed off to one of her favourite places. The park. She had left her little sister at home today because her parents perfered to go when she took Rebecca because she was still only little.
Little Krissy ran into the park a happy grin spreading accross her face, her bright red hair streaming behind her. There were always other kids to play with at the park and so she always went there so she could have some fun. Krissy was wearing her normal red 3/4 pants, which had a gaping hole in one of the knees where she had stacked her skates the other day and were very faded in colour. She also had her favourite shirt on, which had monkeys on it. A black base ball cap was positioned backwards on her head.
Krissy happily climbed the play equipment smiling at the other kids that she passed. She always went on the whiryly slide when she first got there just because it was soo much fun..
Krissy swung onto the slide pushing herself off to make her go faster. But just after she pushed off and moved just enough Krissy spotted the boy who had sat himself in the middle of the slide. "Ahh... Watch out!" she called, not giving him enough time to move before she ran into them and sent them both spiraling down the slide.
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Post by cadence on Jun 9, 2006 20:16:10 GMT -5
Cadence saw Krissy come onto the playground and climb up onto the equipment but paid her no attention, that was until she was whizzing down the slide towards him. Apparently she had not seen him till after she had begun down because she yelled for him to watch out; he quickly unwedged himself, or started to. Krissy’s feet came in contact with his thighs and pushed him down the slide in front of her. He landed flat on his face on the ground below. “Ow!” He moaned as Krissy hit the ground just a half-second later. He couldn’t help the tears that came naturally to his eyes as his nose came in contact with the ground.
Winded as he was he scrambled to his feet, ready to fight even though he new she hadn’t met to and was older by a few years. Breathing heavily to try and get the air back in his lungs and blinking off the tears the blow to the nose had brought he stood a about a foot away from Krissy ready to fight or flee. As he did he looked at her. She was older than him by three or four or five years and he would have no chance against her in a fight. He relaxed a little.
“You should watch where you going! You coulda really hurt me!” He told her, he wasn’t screaming and trying to attention, he was just trying to get his point across. He didn’t see this as it was completely his fault for sitting there and disturbing Krissy as she went down. He was six, after all.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jun 9, 2006 20:35:30 GMT -5
Krissy hit the ground with a thump after Cadence, her head smacking into the ground. The tears of pain welled up in her eyes but she blinked them off. She stood up and saw the little boy looking as though he wanted to fight her.
Krissy frowned and looked at the boy. "I didn' mean ta" she said pouting. "Not my fault ya decided to sit in the middle of tha slide, I couldn' see ya from up the top" Krissy being 10, didn''t think about the fact he was only 6 and wouldn't realise that kind of stuff. "You should find better places to sit" Krissy looked at the boy, a slight frown still upon her face.
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Post by cadence on Jun 9, 2006 20:51:58 GMT -5
"I sit there ever’day almost! This is my payground!" He declared frowned back determinably. "I've even sleept in da tunnel and under tat slide sometimes, so it my park!" He added in a finative tone. He crossed his arms and glared at her.
“You shoulda ‘ave known better.” He said accusingly and glared a little bit. “Your older.” He glanced around the park, the other kids were completely oblivious to the little row they were having. While looking around he glanced over at the bike rack to make sure it was still there then looked back at Krissy and stuck out his tongue.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jun 9, 2006 21:56:02 GMT -5
Krissy too poked her tongue out at the boy. Before retorting to his comments. "What I should know a silly little boy in is the middle of the slide?" She said looking at him. She wasn't much taller than him as he was pretty tall for a 6 year old, and she was short for a 10 year old. so they were almost at each others eye levels... Almost. "Well gee.. Sorreee if my daddy never warned me to look out for boys in slides" she said tossing her red hair behind her slightly and putting on a sarcastic tone.
"And you can' claim the playground. I come 'ere almos' every day too" she corssed her arms across her chest and looked at him pouting slightly.
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Post by cadence on Jun 9, 2006 22:34:59 GMT -5
“Can too own claim one.” He argued. “I did it. So it can be done. And your daddy’s stupid if he didn’t warn ya, that’s what daddys do.” Caden honestly didn’t know what daddy’s did since he couldn’t remember his to well and since his mother had never warned him about any such thing he assumed that’s the kind of thing father did.
“I know some big people who owe me and my mother favors. I can get ‘em to come and claim it for me. So there.” He stuck his tongue out again. The sound of sirens from a cop car reached his ears, the noise was distant but he still stiffened and little and looked around again for any sign of danger, in his experience the authorities only brought bad things and were to be hidden from at all costs.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jun 9, 2006 22:59:33 GMT -5
Krissy's face contorted in anger. She wouldn't let no-one say anything about her daddy. She grabbed the boy by the front of his shirt. "You take that back!" she cried angrily. "My daddy isn't stoopid. Hes wonderful!" Krissy didn't get along with her mother so her father was person who she relyed upon, and she wasn't going to let any punk little boy say stuff about him.
Krissy too heard the sounds of sirens and looked around kinda shakily. She had had a few run-in's with them and she didn't like them. She avoided them at all costs. "And the park ain't your's!" she said looking back to Cadence. "Its ev'ry ones, an' they can' claim it eitha"
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Post by cadence on Jun 9, 2006 23:35:23 GMT -5
Caden stiffened when Krissy grabbed him. “Stupid! Stupid!” He said in a sing-song voice and grinned broadly at her. “Your Daddy’s stoopy head! Your daddy’s a stoopy poppy head!” Then as he continued to sing insults he struck out his knee into her stomach and reached out his hands to push her, but couldn’t reach. He kicked her in the shin. He decided it was quicker to just take his shirt off than to pry her hand off so he slipped the shirt over his head and danced away. “Stoopy poopy head! Stoopy Poopy head!” He dated closer to her and shoved her.
“My park! You get out o’ my park! My park!” The sirens were growing louder. He looked around nervously and glanced at Krissy. Should he stay and prove his point or run from the sirens. He decided to stay and make himself look tough, some of the other kids were watching and if he ran away he would leave himself open for future bulling when he came here to hide from home.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jun 10, 2006 0:06:14 GMT -5
He hit her shin but all she did was flinch, she played soccer and was used to being kicked in the shins. But it did give him the time to slip out of his shirt. She was still holding the shirt. But now she was chasing him. As he shoved her she grabbed him. Hr hand grasping the top half of his arm extremely tightly. Her small hand clenched into a fist and drawn back ready to attack. "You take that back or.. or I break ya nose!" she said a look of determination of her face. She wasn't used to fighting with kids, so she had taken a moment to work out what to say she would do, she had been in a couple fights before though, so she did know where to hit. But there was no way she was going to let him say stuff about her father. He was the only person in the world who cared for her.
Krissy pushed the little boy to the ground. All thoughts of the fact he was younger than her forgotten. She kept hold of him though, and then sat on top of him, her fist still bared ready to punch him. "You take that back about my father!" she said looking at him. A scowl accross her face. The noise of the sirens got closer and Krissy glanced around. She didn't wanna have the cops see her about to hurt a little kid. She was well aware of the fact that the other kids were looking at her.
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Post by cadence on Jun 10, 2006 0:16:48 GMT -5
“Not taking it back! He is!” The grin on his face never wavered, even as she forced him to the ground and threatened to brake his nose, he didn’t stop fighting either. Cadence was actually and oddly enjoying this, he loved fights, weather he won or lost, he just felt at home fighting. He kept kicking or kneeing her in the stomach and punching very inch of her he could reach. He stopped punching her when he was on the ground and stopped trying to kick her, instead he grabbed his arms as tightly as he could and bit down, hard. He continued to sink his teeth into her arm just above her wrist until he felt blood, then he kept fighting. Now he was latched onto her by means of hands and mouth he went back to trying to kick her, but that didn’t work to well since she was sitting on him. He thrust himself upward so his back formed an arch, trying to throw her off, but he could only do this for a second, he was strong for a six year old but he was still just a six year old.
The sirens rang in his ears; they must be only a few blocks away. He didn’t care anymore; he was just going to make sure that Krissy was here when they got here. He had done the poor little kid act before and could do it again and just hope that they didn’t recognize him. He focused on keeping his teeth clamed and his hands held tight on her arm with his nails digging into her skin. He, unlike Krissy, knew exactly what to do in a fight, he also knew the common unspoken rules, like not biting, but he didn’t follow the rules. If only he could get hold of a large rock, there had to be one somewhere in the gravel around them, his eyes darted around as he continued to bite.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jun 10, 2006 0:46:26 GMT -5
His attempt to throw her off didn't work but she felt his teeth dig into her arm. She yelped in pain, but her other hand then came swinging down straight at his face. She felt the contact of the hit, probably didn't break anything but it would have cut his lip open a little as she had hit the side of his jaws/mouth in an attempt to get him off her. Which worked. "He is not!" she cried sending more punches his way. She could feel the blood trickeling down her wrist though.
She heard the sirens get closer and Krissy looked up. She knew they were coming nearer. This allowed another one of Cadence's punches to throw her off guard and she tumbeled off him. So now they were both on the ground throwing punches. Krissy send everything she could at Cadence. But they were really getting no-where. A wave of terror coursed through Krissy at the thought of going home bleeding and her mother going nuts, like always, and then at the thought of getting caught by the cops. She was scared. She pushed at Cadence to get him away from her sightly jumping backwards away from him so there was some distance between the two. Tears had formed in her eyes.
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Post by cadence on Jun 10, 2006 0:57:08 GMT -5
Once she was finally off of him he scrambled to hit feet and spat out blood and spit, partly his own but mostly of it Krissy’s. He saw her tears and grinned again, she was older and stronger but she didn’t fight much and this was scaring her, he could win. He lowered his head and charged into her, his head ramming into her gut and knocking her over. Breathing heavily he jumped backward out of the reach of her arms. The sirens were now screaming through the air, he looked around and could see the flashing lights reflecting off windows. He swore loudly and grabbed Krissy by the hand and dragged her to ehr feet then towards the bike rack.
Cadence honestly didn’t care if Krissy was caught or not, but he did care that she could tell and get him in trouble and his mom mad at him. At the bikerack he let go of Krissy and, not even bothering with the lock, he lifted the chains off the handlebars (told you it wasn’t chained very good) and pulled it out. The cops were coming around the corner, the sound of the sirens filled his head. He swore again and grabbed his bike in one hand and Krissy’s hand in the other and ran as hard as he could towards some bushes nearby. Not bothering about picks or anything he dove into the bush and dragged his bike through after him, letting go of Krissy now, and forced his way to the other side of the bush.
Running on pure adrenaline now he hopped on his bike and turned to Krissy. “On the bars. Now.” He commanded firmly. If she didn’t want to he would take off, if she hesitated to long, he would take off. He really doubted he could get them far but he could get them far enough, he hoped.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jun 11, 2006 5:23:59 GMT -5
Krissy hit the ground as the boy headbutted her. The tears poured from her eyes. She was only little and didn't know what to do. She didn't have the strength to fight against this boy, wether he was 6 or not. She at that moment decided not to fight any more. She wasn't going to fight back. Maybe if she cowered in a ball he would leave her alone.
The noise of the sirens echoed around her head and through her cloudy eyes she could see the flashes of lights shining from somewhere close by. But no more punches or kicks or forms of attack came at her. Instead the boy grabbed her hand and dragged her to his bike. She looked at him, scared. Where was he taking her? She too saw the cops and her fear grew. Did didn't want to see police. They scared her alot, but so idd this boy now.
When he commanded she got on his bike she followed orders, not fighting was the way she choose to go. At least it might get her away from the police, she could always jump off half way through riding. Tears fell down her face freely and she sobbed as she sat on the bike. She wished her daddy was there to protect her. "W...where.. w...why?" was all she could manage to mumble through her tears from her place on his handle bars.
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Post by cadence on Jun 11, 2006 20:49:21 GMT -5
As soon as she was on he thrust his feet down and, slowly at first, they started to move. “Quit balling!” He screamed at her as the bike moved over the law. They cut across the backyard they had emerged in and across another, across the street into an alley, across anther back yard then onto a street. Fearing they would be seen and he was sure they would look suspicious he drove them down another dirt alley in-between the backyards neat looking houses. They came to a large hill and coasted all the way down and then some.
The hill had taken him farther than he though, maybe he would make it home. Fewer houses now, just one road now, a park. He couldn’t go any farther, his legs were on fire, he pulled the bike over and dragged himself off the bike and dropped down in the shade under a tree. He closed his eyes and took several deep breath. “Can’t…” He swallowed. “Can’t take us both more farther. You’re to heavy.” He propped himself up on his elbows and opened his eyes and grinned at her, “You punch good.” Then dropped back onto the grass. And went back to catching his breath. Not bother to get up or even move this time he said, “I take you my house? You get clean up good there. Dhen, I take you home.” Anybody who fought that good and was as scared of the cops as he was could stay at his house for a little bit.
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