Post by bluesp34r on Mar 20, 2014 4:06:48 GMT
The sun ascended into the sky, sending rays of illumination in all directions. Through the window, the golden glow shone into the boy's face, as if it was trying to tell him to get up. Lazily, the boy opened his eyes, let out a soft yawn, and rolled off the sheets to his bed. With a sudden burst of energy, the boy hopped right out of bed. He marched over to the window and set his gaze to the clear blue. Not a single cloud in the sky. A smile lit the boy's face as he ran down the stairs, slipped on his favorite pair of footwear, opened the door, and charged into the field ahead of him, laughing. He stopped at a large oak tree, turned his head up, and stared up the giant plant. Once again, a smile lit the boy's face as his kicked off his footwear and leaped upwards, clinging on to a sturdy branch. He took his right hand off the branch and grabbed a rope above his head with it, knocking it off of the hook that was nailed into the tree. As the rope swung back and forth, so did the boy, as he boldly released his grip, sending him forwards so he could catch on the rope, and climbed up. At the top of the rope was the base of his tree-house, crafted specifically for him. The boy pulled himself up on to the deck and rolls inside the wooden fortress. On a small counter by the window was a pair of binoculars, and in a cabinet underneath, a cap gun. The young boy grabbed the strap for the binoculars and quickly pulled it behind his neck. Opening the cabinet doors, the boy pulled out his trusty cap gun, and took the safety off. Utilizing pair of scopes around his neck, the boy scanned the nearby field thoroughly for imaginary targets. After a few seconds, he came to a swift halt, and raised his gun. Putting the binoculars aside, the boy steadied the gun with both of his hands, aiming down the sights at his target. With just a few seconds of concentration and stillness, the boy pulled the trigger, with the cap gun roaring in the tree-house. He fired again in rapid succession, with a soft laughter and a look of satisfaction on his face. After his six shots, he gave the gun a ritualistic "click-click" and loaded it with six more shells, and tucked it back inside it's home in the cabinet. The boy crawled out a little doorway in the side of the house and sat down on a branch. The view could not be anymore beautiful, anymore tranquil, anymore perfect. Sunflowers were blooming in the distance, all of which were facing it's idol the sun. On a local tree, a mother bird was preparing to feed it's young with a freshly collected worm, still alive, still squirming with no avail. The boy leaned back into the branches, whistling a tune. When all of a sudden, the peace was shattered with the sound of what seemed to be a woman yelling something, louder and louder each time. After the fourth yell, it was clear that the woman was yelling "HECTOR!", and the boy shot up at attention. He cleared his throat, subsequently shouting back into the breeze "Yes'm?". From the window in the house the boy emerged from, the boy could just barely see a figure looking back out at him. "Get inside," it called. "Time for yer' breakfast, 'nd it's Sunday, get dressed for church!"
"Yes'm! I'll be right there!" cried the boy happily, as he crawled back into the tree-house, pulled the rope up, wrapped it around the hook, and boldly jumped off from the base of the tree to the ground. With a quiet grunt, he picked himself up and dusted off any dirt on his feet and knees, and slipped back on his favorite pair of footwear. "Ya' comin' boy?" cried the voice from the house. "Yes'm! I'm comin'!" the boy responded happily, as he darted back towards the house to get ready for the day.
Just a regular day.
The sun had turned from a pleasant yellow to a beautiful dark orange, converting the blue sky into it's own shade of colors. Hector opened the door for his mother and father, and collapsed on the sofa. His mother went straight into the kitchen, while his dad went down into the garage. Hector got up off the sofa and positioned himself in it correctly. Just then, his dad poked his head out of the garage door.
"Hey, Son?"
"Ya, Pa?"
"Jus' got a new load, help yer' ol' man move 'em into his truck?"
"Sure thin' Pa"A smile emerged from the man. "Tha's ma' boy!" he said, retreating his back down to the garage. Hector got up and marched down to help his father. At the bottom of the stairs lay his father's transportation vehicle, and several large crates of steel. "Alrighty son, les' start with this'n" the man said as he motioned towards one of the crates. Hector squatted down, carefully placing his fingers under the crate. On his father's command, he let out a grunt as he lifted the heavy box and placed it in the back of the vehicle. The two repeated this process for the remaining crates, before Hector's arms got too sore to carry anymore."Well, thank ya', sonny-boy" The man said to his son."Sure thin', Pa. Whas' in 'ere, 'nyways?" The boy inquired."Well, some customers wanted mo' of that Mindbreaker shit, God knows why, but I tol' him I'd get 'im some. They be payin' good fer' it without a doubt"The boy let out a chuckle as the man patted him on the back. "Crazy people, huh Pa?" The man nodded, smiling. "Now son, go get yerself changed fer' bed. Ya' still got school tomorra', 'nd God knows ya' ain't gonna pass the 4th grade jus' by stayin' at home." The boy nodded, darting out of the garage, up the stairs, into his room, where he took a shower, changed his clothes, and put himself in bed, anxious for what the next day would bring him.
Just a regular day.
Years passed, and the young boy grew into a young man. Hector no longer ran out to the fields every weekend, he no longer visited his tree-house, and he no longer searched the area for made-up targets with his treasured cap gun and binoculars, which remained in the tree, untouched for years. Despite his father's arguing of how useless and a waste of time it was, Hector had finally graduated from school as his mother had asked of him. But Hector had no time for college, no time for anymore education. No, nothing Hector's mother could say to his dad would convince him to let him send off his son. Instead, he had other plans for him.
"Son, yer' finally a man now, 'n ya' made me so proud." His father cheerfully informed him. " 'N now, I think yer' ready ta' do what ya' were meant ta' do. Now, ya' can help yer' ol' man in the family business!"
There was a blank look on Hector's face as his father kept rambling on merrily. ""N yer' gonna make lots'a money, and yer' gonna do yer' ancestors proud 'n..."
The man noticed his son and paused for a moment. "Wha's wrong, boy?"
"Pa...do I have ta'?"
"Do ya' have ta'? Do ya' have ta'? Son, 'course ya' have ta'! Yer' a Brownstone, no?"
"But Pa...what if...what if we get caught?"
"Caught? Lemme tell ya son, Ma' papa was doin' this family business, his papa was doin' it, HIS papa was doin' it...ya know which one'f 'em got caught, son?"
"Which one?"
"None. Now cm'n, firs' thin' ya gotta do is..."
"Pa..."
The father gave a quizzical look at his soon for interrupting him."What. Son?"
"Pa...this, this's a sin ain't it?"
"A what?"
"Sin Pa, ain't it a sin?"
The old man placed his hands on his forehead, his fingers rubbing temples as he let out a loud sigh."Son...it ain't no sin ta' do business. We ain't workin' on Sundays none, are we?"
"Yes Pa..."
The man put his hands down at his side, his arms tense as he glared down at the young man."That no good mother of yer's been fillin' yer' head with all these..."
The young man shot up at this comment."Hey! Don' talk 'bout Ma like that!"The old man's face turned into a shade of red Hector had never seen on him before, and took a slight step back. His father, however, took a step forward and put his fists up in the air by his son's face."Now you list'n ta' ME sonny-boy, there ain't never been no Brownstone outside'a the business, so either yer' in, or yer' out, ya' hear me?
"Hector muttered "Says who..." ever so softly."What did ya' just say, boy?"
"Nothin'"
"I said WHAT DID YA JUST SAY TO ME GOD DAMMIT!"
"....I said, Says who"
The old man punched wall of the room as he let out a yell."Says me! Now tomorra', yer' either joinin' us, or yer' gonna be packin' yer things up. No if's, and's, or's, but's 'bout it."Hector sighed in defeat. "Yes'r..."His father's face slowly turned back to it's regular color. "Outta boy" and walked out the room.Hector clenched his fists when he was gone, silently muttering "I ain't doin' that...and there ain't nothin' ya' can do 'bout it...ol' man".
The old man tilted the large hat on his head to block out the intense sun. Sipping out of his water jug, he glanced at the watch on his wrist. "He should be 'ere by now..." He said to himself. Out of the distance, was another vehicle. A smile lit the face of the old man, which quickly diminished as the vehicle went into identifiable range. Quickly, the old man dashed to the inside of his hover-truck, reaching for his keys. Before he could start the machine, he heard a loud ZAP and the truck drop with a thud. He stuck his head outside of the window and saw another man with his head, and an ion rifle out the window. The old man cursed loudly, violently kicking and hitting the interior of his vehicle. As the police hover-car pulled over, three man came out. One of them led the other two to the old man, pulling the sunglasses off from his head.
"Well well...look who we have here..."
he said to his partners. "Now sir...would you mind opening the trunk?"
"To Hell with y'all"
The man shrugged. "Well, gave you a chance, didn't I?" The man reached into his satchel, pulling out a red-handled crowbar. He applied the flat head of the tool to the trunk of the old man's car and gave it a forceful push. The trunk sprung open and all the wondrous drugs and concoctions shined in broad daylight. The man smiled slightly as he returned to the old man, opening the door and having his officers handcuff him and pull him out.
"Well Hank, looks like we finally exposed what everyone knew about the Brownstones, eh?" he said to the old man."Frank, you can shut yer' mouth and go straight ta' Hell." the old man bitterly replied."Sure I can, but not before you're behind bars, that is.""How'd ya' even find me?""A little help...from the inside"Hector opened the door of the police vehicle and walked out, looking his father in the eye.
"You!" He cried out. "You li'l snitch! Yer' just as bad as yer' mother! Ya' ain't no Brownstone no more!"
"Sure I am, Pa."
"Nah, nah! A real Brownstone wouldn't rat his own Papa out, and give up 'is family's heritage 'n..."
"That's enough, old man."
"Don't you talk to yer' Pa like that!"
Hector gritted his teeth and glared down at Hank.
"Nah. You ain't ma' Pa no mo'. From now on, Brownstone ain't gonna be a name 'gainst the law, nor somethin' synonymous with corrupt. Ya' gonna be servin' yer' time, but when yer' all done, I ain't wanna see yer' face no mo'."
"Ya' can't do this ta' me...
"Hector smirked."I ain't doin' nothin', but these fellas 'ere..."
Hank filled with rage, kicking and screaming out curses at everyone on the trip to the jailhouse. At last, when the men dragged Hank behind the cell door he and his ancestors had deserved, he finally shut up. Hector was waiting outside the jailhouse for a ride back home. The sheriff smiled down at the young man, giving him a light nudge with his elbow.
"Hey kid, ya' did pretty good. Thanks for helping us catch that old man"
Hector smiled up at Frank."Heh, ain't 'xactly a family secret it wasn't..."
"Yeah, but now we got 'nough proof to put that geezer where he belongs, 'nd I'll get a shiny new badge, and my name'll be in the paper for sure...I might even get a pay raise if I...."
Hector stared at the ground gloomily while the sheriff went on and on. He stopped, look down at the young man, and again nudged him gently with his shoulder.
"Hey, what's wrong now?"
"Well...not sure what I'm going to do now....Can't take care of Ma' and ma' brothers 'n sisters without 'ny income..."
The sheriff stroked his chin for a moment. "Say..." he said. "We are looking for a few extra hands down over here..."
Hector's eyes shot up."R-really?"
"Yeah! How 'bout I take you around the office tomorrow, and ya' can see if it's someplace you'll wanna work in."
"Oh sir...I'll work 'nywhere 'slong as it pays. And like, I used ta' shoot ma' cap gun really good...I could hit a flow'r 50 feet away in th'pedals..."
The sheriff smiled and let out a short chuckle."Sure thing, training starts tomorrow. Now c'mon, let's get you home. Tomorrow's Sunday, you don't wanna be late for church, do ya'?"
"No sir!" Hector shook his head."Well, let's not waste no time!" Frank said, opening the door of the police vehicle for Hector.-----((To be continued))
"Yes'm! I'll be right there!" cried the boy happily, as he crawled back into the tree-house, pulled the rope up, wrapped it around the hook, and boldly jumped off from the base of the tree to the ground. With a quiet grunt, he picked himself up and dusted off any dirt on his feet and knees, and slipped back on his favorite pair of footwear. "Ya' comin' boy?" cried the voice from the house. "Yes'm! I'm comin'!" the boy responded happily, as he darted back towards the house to get ready for the day.
Just a regular day.
The sun had turned from a pleasant yellow to a beautiful dark orange, converting the blue sky into it's own shade of colors. Hector opened the door for his mother and father, and collapsed on the sofa. His mother went straight into the kitchen, while his dad went down into the garage. Hector got up off the sofa and positioned himself in it correctly. Just then, his dad poked his head out of the garage door.
"Hey, Son?"
"Ya, Pa?"
"Jus' got a new load, help yer' ol' man move 'em into his truck?"
"Sure thin' Pa"A smile emerged from the man. "Tha's ma' boy!" he said, retreating his back down to the garage. Hector got up and marched down to help his father. At the bottom of the stairs lay his father's transportation vehicle, and several large crates of steel. "Alrighty son, les' start with this'n" the man said as he motioned towards one of the crates. Hector squatted down, carefully placing his fingers under the crate. On his father's command, he let out a grunt as he lifted the heavy box and placed it in the back of the vehicle. The two repeated this process for the remaining crates, before Hector's arms got too sore to carry anymore."Well, thank ya', sonny-boy" The man said to his son."Sure thin', Pa. Whas' in 'ere, 'nyways?" The boy inquired."Well, some customers wanted mo' of that Mindbreaker shit, God knows why, but I tol' him I'd get 'im some. They be payin' good fer' it without a doubt"The boy let out a chuckle as the man patted him on the back. "Crazy people, huh Pa?" The man nodded, smiling. "Now son, go get yerself changed fer' bed. Ya' still got school tomorra', 'nd God knows ya' ain't gonna pass the 4th grade jus' by stayin' at home." The boy nodded, darting out of the garage, up the stairs, into his room, where he took a shower, changed his clothes, and put himself in bed, anxious for what the next day would bring him.
Just a regular day.
Years passed, and the young boy grew into a young man. Hector no longer ran out to the fields every weekend, he no longer visited his tree-house, and he no longer searched the area for made-up targets with his treasured cap gun and binoculars, which remained in the tree, untouched for years. Despite his father's arguing of how useless and a waste of time it was, Hector had finally graduated from school as his mother had asked of him. But Hector had no time for college, no time for anymore education. No, nothing Hector's mother could say to his dad would convince him to let him send off his son. Instead, he had other plans for him.
"Son, yer' finally a man now, 'n ya' made me so proud." His father cheerfully informed him. " 'N now, I think yer' ready ta' do what ya' were meant ta' do. Now, ya' can help yer' ol' man in the family business!"
There was a blank look on Hector's face as his father kept rambling on merrily. ""N yer' gonna make lots'a money, and yer' gonna do yer' ancestors proud 'n..."
The man noticed his son and paused for a moment. "Wha's wrong, boy?"
"Pa...do I have ta'?"
"Do ya' have ta'? Do ya' have ta'? Son, 'course ya' have ta'! Yer' a Brownstone, no?"
"But Pa...what if...what if we get caught?"
"Caught? Lemme tell ya son, Ma' papa was doin' this family business, his papa was doin' it, HIS papa was doin' it...ya know which one'f 'em got caught, son?"
"Which one?"
"None. Now cm'n, firs' thin' ya gotta do is..."
"Pa..."
The father gave a quizzical look at his soon for interrupting him."What. Son?"
"Pa...this, this's a sin ain't it?"
"A what?"
"Sin Pa, ain't it a sin?"
The old man placed his hands on his forehead, his fingers rubbing temples as he let out a loud sigh."Son...it ain't no sin ta' do business. We ain't workin' on Sundays none, are we?"
"Yes Pa..."
The man put his hands down at his side, his arms tense as he glared down at the young man."That no good mother of yer's been fillin' yer' head with all these..."
The young man shot up at this comment."Hey! Don' talk 'bout Ma like that!"The old man's face turned into a shade of red Hector had never seen on him before, and took a slight step back. His father, however, took a step forward and put his fists up in the air by his son's face."Now you list'n ta' ME sonny-boy, there ain't never been no Brownstone outside'a the business, so either yer' in, or yer' out, ya' hear me?
"Hector muttered "Says who..." ever so softly."What did ya' just say, boy?"
"Nothin'"
"I said WHAT DID YA JUST SAY TO ME GOD DAMMIT!"
"....I said, Says who"
The old man punched wall of the room as he let out a yell."Says me! Now tomorra', yer' either joinin' us, or yer' gonna be packin' yer things up. No if's, and's, or's, but's 'bout it."Hector sighed in defeat. "Yes'r..."His father's face slowly turned back to it's regular color. "Outta boy" and walked out the room.Hector clenched his fists when he was gone, silently muttering "I ain't doin' that...and there ain't nothin' ya' can do 'bout it...ol' man".
The old man tilted the large hat on his head to block out the intense sun. Sipping out of his water jug, he glanced at the watch on his wrist. "He should be 'ere by now..." He said to himself. Out of the distance, was another vehicle. A smile lit the face of the old man, which quickly diminished as the vehicle went into identifiable range. Quickly, the old man dashed to the inside of his hover-truck, reaching for his keys. Before he could start the machine, he heard a loud ZAP and the truck drop with a thud. He stuck his head outside of the window and saw another man with his head, and an ion rifle out the window. The old man cursed loudly, violently kicking and hitting the interior of his vehicle. As the police hover-car pulled over, three man came out. One of them led the other two to the old man, pulling the sunglasses off from his head.
"Well well...look who we have here..."
he said to his partners. "Now sir...would you mind opening the trunk?"
"To Hell with y'all"
The man shrugged. "Well, gave you a chance, didn't I?" The man reached into his satchel, pulling out a red-handled crowbar. He applied the flat head of the tool to the trunk of the old man's car and gave it a forceful push. The trunk sprung open and all the wondrous drugs and concoctions shined in broad daylight. The man smiled slightly as he returned to the old man, opening the door and having his officers handcuff him and pull him out.
"Well Hank, looks like we finally exposed what everyone knew about the Brownstones, eh?" he said to the old man."Frank, you can shut yer' mouth and go straight ta' Hell." the old man bitterly replied."Sure I can, but not before you're behind bars, that is.""How'd ya' even find me?""A little help...from the inside"Hector opened the door of the police vehicle and walked out, looking his father in the eye.
"You!" He cried out. "You li'l snitch! Yer' just as bad as yer' mother! Ya' ain't no Brownstone no more!"
"Sure I am, Pa."
"Nah, nah! A real Brownstone wouldn't rat his own Papa out, and give up 'is family's heritage 'n..."
"That's enough, old man."
"Don't you talk to yer' Pa like that!"
Hector gritted his teeth and glared down at Hank.
"Nah. You ain't ma' Pa no mo'. From now on, Brownstone ain't gonna be a name 'gainst the law, nor somethin' synonymous with corrupt. Ya' gonna be servin' yer' time, but when yer' all done, I ain't wanna see yer' face no mo'."
"Ya' can't do this ta' me...
"Hector smirked."I ain't doin' nothin', but these fellas 'ere..."
Hank filled with rage, kicking and screaming out curses at everyone on the trip to the jailhouse. At last, when the men dragged Hank behind the cell door he and his ancestors had deserved, he finally shut up. Hector was waiting outside the jailhouse for a ride back home. The sheriff smiled down at the young man, giving him a light nudge with his elbow.
"Hey kid, ya' did pretty good. Thanks for helping us catch that old man"
Hector smiled up at Frank."Heh, ain't 'xactly a family secret it wasn't..."
"Yeah, but now we got 'nough proof to put that geezer where he belongs, 'nd I'll get a shiny new badge, and my name'll be in the paper for sure...I might even get a pay raise if I...."
Hector stared at the ground gloomily while the sheriff went on and on. He stopped, look down at the young man, and again nudged him gently with his shoulder.
"Hey, what's wrong now?"
"Well...not sure what I'm going to do now....Can't take care of Ma' and ma' brothers 'n sisters without 'ny income..."
The sheriff stroked his chin for a moment. "Say..." he said. "We are looking for a few extra hands down over here..."
Hector's eyes shot up."R-really?"
"Yeah! How 'bout I take you around the office tomorrow, and ya' can see if it's someplace you'll wanna work in."
"Oh sir...I'll work 'nywhere 'slong as it pays. And like, I used ta' shoot ma' cap gun really good...I could hit a flow'r 50 feet away in th'pedals..."
The sheriff smiled and let out a short chuckle."Sure thing, training starts tomorrow. Now c'mon, let's get you home. Tomorrow's Sunday, you don't wanna be late for church, do ya'?"
"No sir!" Hector shook his head."Well, let's not waste no time!" Frank said, opening the door of the police vehicle for Hector.-----((To be continued))