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Submitted by thecrystalship (View user info) at 2007-03-30 19:26:36 EDT
Darkness had set upon us and the drunks began to swarm about the place bawling loudly wherever they roamed. It was abnormal for me to be in a state of sobriety when so many of my brethren ran amok with overflowing cups of wine, but I had just recently committed myself to refrain from the fermented drinks.
Loud talk and louder laughter resonated throughout the camps; I chimed in at the appropriate times, but there was no real substance to content and appease my spirit. I should have been having a good time, but as I have stated, I was in an unfamiliar state of cognizance, and so when an unprovoked rambling drunk made me the target of his rants I did not smile and turn away.
"I think I'm going to fight that guy."
"Are you serious?"
"Why not?"
I do not think that they believed me, for they laughed at my last remark while I stood up and walked over to the boy.
"Sorry, I didn't hear what you said before, what was it?"
"You're a fucking cunt. I don't want you here; get the fuck out of here."
"So you want to fight, is it?"
A flash of apprehension came over his face until he managed to manipulate it into a look of spite and malice. In that flashing moment he had realized that a physical altercation would prove quite challenging in his state of stupor, but he also realized that his pride, and the respect of his peers was at stake. He cussed and cursed and threatened me before finally agreeing to a fight, this spectacle brought an audience and now the stakes, for him at least, were even higher.
"We can't fight here, we will start a shitstorm."
"Follow me, I know where to go."
I took off running and I could hear the sound of his steps behind me. I ran quickly and quietly through the woods effectively out pacing my companion. I reached cabin 9, which had been abandoned due to a lack of finance, long before anyone else. I went inside and started pushing old dusty furniture toward the walls to make room for an inner ring. As I worked I noticed an audience of about 10 or 12 had accumulated to witness the spectacle. I finished pushing the last couch, ripped and torn, toward the east wall when out of my peripheral vision I saw a rack of moose antlers coming down toward my head. I quickly grabbed onto one of the antlers before it had a chance to make contact with my skull, and then I yanked it out of his hands and threw it across the room.
I danced about the ring, taking pride in my creation, perusing every inch of it. I circled him and threw soft jabs into his face and then waited for his response. He was slow, he telegraphed every punch and he wouldn't have been able to hit me if I had worn lead shoes, but I stepped into one of his jabs just to see what he brought to the affair; I realized that the fight would not last long, which was a great disappointment.
He turned away as I let my guard down and then he walked over to a small book shelf. I watched in amazement as he picked it up over his head and started toward me. Before he even managed to walk four feet he began to rock and sway beneath its mass until it crashed down upon him. I walked over to him and pinned him down, and then I landed a heavy fist across his chin.
"Apologize!"
I started to feel uneasy about my extremely advantageous position which I held over him, but he was reluctant to give up. I gave him 3 more very light jabs on the side of his face hoping that he would apologize and I wouldn't have to inflict any more harm on him.
"Apologize!"
He spat toward me. I wanted to give up, I wanted to walk away, I didn't want to hit him anymore. I closed my eyes, I remembered something that really hurt, something from the intimate recesses of my mind, something that really angered me, emotion and compassion instantly died. I felt my blood burn and rush through me, I felt my fist cock back over my head. I opened my eyes while I released the hammer as my fist came down and exploded in his face. People rushed to his side as he began to cry, and it was finally over.
"We didn't think you were serious. Where you really that mad?"
"Fuck him, he learned his lesson."
The opinion of the crowd varied: some praised me, some condemned me, some threatened me. To this day I have no moral feelings on the matter; a boy provoked a fight and I supplied a fight. If anything he learned a valuable lesson, and this is not an easy lesson to learn. This I know my friends, for it was not long before I learned this very lesson for myself.
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-04-02 11:13:23 EDT (#)
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-04-02 11:13:10 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Void_Where_Prohibited (user info) at 2007-03-31 15:43:38 EDT (#)
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Well written.
I'd have used "man" or "guy" instead of "boy." I think it would have brough more strength to it.
Unless of course that's what you were going for. More of an adolescent angle.
Submitted by AsshOly (user info) at 2007-03-31 14:48:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I just went through the giantest mindfuck of all time. +2 for everybody on the front page whose name i recognize.
Submitted by particle_man58 (user info) at 2007-03-31 08:57:35 EDT (#)
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-03-30 19:56:41 EDT (#)
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you should have pissed on his head, like the wolverines do
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-03-30 19:56:41 EDT (#)
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you should have pissed on his head, like the wolverines do
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2007-03-30 19:48:53 EDT (#)
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I don't.
Submitted by TheCrystalShip (user info) at 2007-03-30 19:29:25 EDT (#)
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Not a true story for the assholes who actually care.