Christmas Eve, Never The Same (724 hits)
Category: Politics -> LibertariansRating: 2 on 10 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Hourman (View user info) at 2008-01-02 11:13:33 EST
Gary turned the corner, picking his pace up a little bit, this wasn't an area you wanted to be in past... well fuck it, you didn't want to be here ever. Let alone on Christmas Eve.
He ducked out past the Spar, and gazing in the window, saw a whole lot of sports wear and not a lot of sports being played. Gaunt lifeless expressions on empty shallow faces, Lightening Jack in his 4 litres for a pound embrace.
Pulling his cap down a little further, and turning his feet out slightly, he tried to fit in to his surroundings, but he just oozed middle class, and he noted for the first time how much he wanted a bit of Burberry, or even a sovereign.
This wasn't south of the Thames, this was the East End. Everyone's bent, and kids walking round thinking they're men. Their brash attitudes and mindless role models, mixed with a perpetual sense of failure and ever growing sense of restlessness made Gary, with his nice hair and fancy watch, a big target.
He was nearly at the station, the tube offered ever so slightly more security than the barren desolate streets, a bench with some kids on it was still to be passed. A Crack head across the road, relatively clear, as long as he got past these fuckers he'd be in the clear.
All of a sudden, as if the four horseman rode to meet him, his phone went off. Loud and clear, and as he pulled it out to turn it off as quickly as possible, the eyes caressed him. They caressed his new phone, the one that looked so pretty in the shop. It went with his Mac, and synced up with all his other gadgets, but he'd ignored the label... 'Take this out in public, and muggings increase 95%'.
"'Scuse me mate" he kept walking, but turned and walked backwards.
"Yeah?" Said Gary, faking an east London accent, but coming out sounding like a member of some 1996 Garage act.
"Can I use ya phone to gi' me ol' mam a bell?"
"Nah mate, Pay and Go... Nah credit"
"On dat phone mate'? I dun fackin' finck so, why dan ya let me gi'me mam a bell, real quick innit?"
Their eyes locked and Gary span on his feet and started sprinting, he didn't see them, but he was sure they were chasing him. He ran into the station and hopped the barrier, abandoned and empty with one or two attendants left. The smell of urine and the stench of decay would usually have intrigued his senses; they scared the shit out of him now.
He got to the track, no train... He turned and slipped his house keys silently between his knuckles in his pocket. The platform was silent, but there was a homeless man on the bench to his right.
"Bruv... wha' ya running for?" Came the almost omnipotent voice from across the platform.
"Here's my phone, now please, fuck off!" Gary pleaded, fear resonating in his voice as he slid the phone across the sticky floor.
"Mate... I want everfing ya fackin got now... ya made me fackin' run too...I dun like ta run"
He was young, maybe 15, tall for his age, his spotty white face made him instantly obvious as the bullied turned bully. A couple of his mates walking a little further behind, a half cast kid too, and a kid with a scarf wrapped around his lower face, and a balaclava and hoody covering the rest.
They looked evil. Just anger and hate. No care, love or respect in any of their eyes... just hate... and a vicious evil that can only be described as pure malice.
The train was coming though, he could hear it... if he could some how get on and then off... or stay on... whatever the fuck he had to do to get away from these... things.
The train grew closer "Ok ok..." and he threw his iPod to the leader "That's all I got, I swear"
"Then mate... ya in fa a bi' o' trable" the knife was clear now, down at his side, its sickly sharp edge begging for something to cut.
Gary could feel the sweat almost pouring off him and as the leader lunged at him, clarity ensued. It was a warm moment of euphoric joy as he span on his heels avoiding the kid, who then lost his balance slightly and continued forward before Gary threw him down. As euphoria turned to nightmare, the kid didn't stop, he slid off the side of the platform and into the oncoming train. Killing him instantly.
The other two ran away... the police were called... the story was told differently by all involved. The boys mum was a good woman who went to church, he was a Fatherless Son, but his Step Dad worked in the market, and wasn't a bad man.
His school praised him, flowers were left, and an investigation was carried out.
The next four Christmas Eves weren't the same for Gary... After his manslaughter conviction...well... life itself was never the same.
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Submitted by woolfe (user info) at 2008-05-21 08:09:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2008-01-03 09:06:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
RETALIATORY!
Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2008-01-03 06:23:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I well and truly hate chavs.
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2008-01-03 03:20:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Very True. Thanks for all the comments.
Orphelia: NO I have not moved yet. The other part? Yeah that's done. And she was my fiance. and we still live together, for at least another two months.
Submitted by triangle_man (user info) at 2008-01-02 14:17:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Bruv
You forgot one thing
The big bruv cameras mounted on everything in England
Submitted by Falconer (user info) at 2008-01-02 13:55:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Zampano (user info) at 2008-01-02 13:27:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by sadie73 (user info) at 2008-01-02 12:32:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-01-02 12:07:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I did. I have to say it is a bit stereotypical, no? Rather a fun little romp, all the same.
Have you dumped your girlfriend and moved country yet?
Oh sico, you are all heart.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2008-01-02 12:05:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This +2 is for going almost an hour without a review. Rest assured that I didn't read this.