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Vigilante: Based on a True Story
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Three years ago.
When you think of eighth graders, you think of children. That wasnt nor isnt the case with my generation. We were developed to say the least; physically, mentally and socially beyond our years. When I was around Nikkee, what I was raised to consider a great weakness made its existence constant.
Emotion.
Do you believe in love? I stopped pacing and stood still in the stirring blades of grass. She had asked a question which strayed away from anything else we had been discussing for the last two hours here at Wilson Pond. And besides, being the mentor I asked the questions.
No, I decided to take the place of the apprentice and answered.
Why? She looked up at me with her salient brown eyes as she sat in the grass Indian style.
Why not? I continued my pacing, hands behind my back butler style.
Why dont you believe in love?
What exactly is love?
The humans define it as warmth love profuse conviviality She tried to hide one of her grins.
The humans.
She and I were part of a larger group of teenagers who felt that we had transcended humanity physically and mentally.
We were eighth graders who used the conviviality as if it were the word cup we certainly werent ordinary teenagers; teenagers who had been trained by my comrade Pedro as well as yours truly.
You dont believe in love I stopped pacing once more and recalled this fact.
True I dont and I know why I dont, but do you know why you dont? She was challenging me she thought I didnt believe in love for the bad ass factor.
Simply for the fact that lust exists aspiration, yearning desire all things I identify as possible and viable. Unlike love .which is truly lust.... This is the same exact reason she doubted love because of the existence of lust.
And what do you, Monsieur Brian, desire? She stood up on her feet and sauntered towards me.
Perfection.
Present day.
The sound of an incoming instant message emitted from my computer speakers.
XSexyGoddessX had sent me a message.
XSexyGoddessX: Afternoon Monsieur!!!
I paused I was never good keeping my cold and calculated eminence around her .to her face, or over the internet.
x3WingedAngelx: Afternoon mon ami
She loved speaking French although she was an Asian Bombshell.
XSexyGoddessX: What r u ^ 2???
she was using computer talk had it really been that long?
x3WingedAngelx: Thinking.
XSexyGoddessX: You were really good at that, lol
x3WingedAngelx: Does this conversation have a point?
The sun was going down, and in a few hours, I would have to get solid and vindictive for the role of my alter ego.
A few minutes went by before she replied to the solid and vindictive.
XSexyGoddessX: I was just wondering what you were doing on Friday
x3WingedAngelx: Nothing Id put aside my agenda and schedule for you any day.
She had that influence on me.
XSexyGoddessX: 
XSexyGoddessX: Im coming to Linden after school with my friend Laura, Chelsea said she wasnt doing anything either and said she would hang out with us are you down?
A few minutes went by before I replied to the cordial and convivial.
x3WingedAngelx: Ill see what I can do
XSexyGoddessX: 
x3WingedAngelx: Ill see you on Friday.
XSexyGoddessX:  we havent figured out a meeting spot yet, but Ill call your cell phone when we do.
x3WingedAngelx: Dont worry, Ill find you.
XSexyGoddessX: sounds enticing mon ami, very enticing were gonna need some alone time thoughyou and me to catch up on the past
I paused for a moment and rid myself of the thoughts normal men would think.
x3WingedAngelx: Understood.
XSexyGoddessX: Well, I gotta go; my older sisters and I are going to a club!!! Ill see you later tall, dark and lonesome
XSexyGoddessX Signed Off
I saved the conversation, like I do with all of my conversations, to my USB Drive and put on my away message. I leaned back in my chair and thought about tonights vigilante escapade with thoughts of Friday interfering.
My mother came out of her room and made her way into the kitchen to start dinner. After a few moments of getting pots and pans she asked me the following:
Hows your father?
I paused.
Fine I guess why?
Well...its just that, I heard the stove turn on, the last time he picked you up was two months ago and he hasnt called
Ah was all I could say.
Has e-mailed you?
Havent checked my email in a while mom
Ah was all she could say.
When you think of eighth graders, you think of children. That wasnt nor isnt the case with my generation. We were developed to say the least; physically, mentally and socially beyond our years. When I was around Nikkee, what I was raised to consider a great weakness made its existence constant.
Emotion.
Do you believe in love? I stopped pacing and stood still in the stirring blades of grass. She had asked a question which strayed away from anything else we had been discussing for the last two hours here at Wilson Pond. And besides, being the mentor I asked the questions.
No, I decided to take the place of the apprentice and answered.
Why? She looked up at me with her salient brown eyes as she sat in the grass Indian style.
Why not? I continued my pacing, hands behind my back butler style.
Why dont you believe in love?
What exactly is love?
The humans define it as warmth love profuse conviviality She tried to hide one of her grins.
The humans.
She and I were part of a larger group of teenagers who felt that we had transcended humanity physically and mentally.
We were eighth graders who used the conviviality as if it were the word cup we certainly werent ordinary teenagers; teenagers who had been trained by my comrade Pedro as well as yours truly.
You dont believe in love I stopped pacing once more and recalled this fact.
True I dont and I know why I dont, but do you know why you dont? She was challenging me she thought I didnt believe in love for the bad ass factor.
Simply for the fact that lust exists aspiration, yearning desire all things I identify as possible and viable. Unlike love .which is truly lust.... This is the same exact reason she doubted love because of the existence of lust.
And what do you, Monsieur Brian, desire? She stood up on her feet and sauntered towards me.
Perfection.
Present day.
The sound of an incoming instant message emitted from my computer speakers.
XSexyGoddessX had sent me a message.
XSexyGoddessX: Afternoon Monsieur!!!
I paused I was never good keeping my cold and calculated eminence around her .to her face, or over the internet.
x3WingedAngelx: Afternoon mon ami
She loved speaking French although she was an Asian Bombshell.
XSexyGoddessX: What r u ^ 2???
she was using computer talk had it really been that long?
x3WingedAngelx: Thinking.
XSexyGoddessX: You were really good at that, lol
x3WingedAngelx: Does this conversation have a point?
The sun was going down, and in a few hours, I would have to get solid and vindictive for the role of my alter ego.
A few minutes went by before she replied to the solid and vindictive.
XSexyGoddessX: I was just wondering what you were doing on Friday
x3WingedAngelx: Nothing Id put aside my agenda and schedule for you any day.
She had that influence on me.
XSexyGoddessX: 
XSexyGoddessX: Im coming to Linden after school with my friend Laura, Chelsea said she wasnt doing anything either and said she would hang out with us are you down?
A few minutes went by before I replied to the cordial and convivial.
x3WingedAngelx: Ill see what I can do
XSexyGoddessX: 
x3WingedAngelx: Ill see you on Friday.
XSexyGoddessX:  we havent figured out a meeting spot yet, but Ill call your cell phone when we do.
x3WingedAngelx: Dont worry, Ill find you.
XSexyGoddessX: sounds enticing mon ami, very enticing were gonna need some alone time thoughyou and me to catch up on the past
I paused for a moment and rid myself of the thoughts normal men would think.
x3WingedAngelx: Understood.
XSexyGoddessX: Well, I gotta go; my older sisters and I are going to a club!!! Ill see you later tall, dark and lonesome
XSexyGoddessX Signed Off
I saved the conversation, like I do with all of my conversations, to my USB Drive and put on my away message. I leaned back in my chair and thought about tonights vigilante escapade with thoughts of Friday interfering.
My mother came out of her room and made her way into the kitchen to start dinner. After a few moments of getting pots and pans she asked me the following:
Hows your father?
I paused.
Fine I guess why?
Well...its just that, I heard the stove turn on, the last time he picked you up was two months ago and he hasnt called
Ah was all I could say.
Has e-mailed you?
Havent checked my email in a while mom
Ah was all she could say.
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The last time I had checked my email was in school hours earlier. Out of the several email addresses I was owner of, I had received none from my father. The last time I had seen him was indeed two months ago, I can’t actually recall what we did…most likely a movie or two at Loews.
Ten years ago.
“…And that role entitles you to excellence…” He walked back over to the mantel piece and uncrossed his arms. I heaved a silent sigh and prepared to go at it again as he reached for the stopwatch…that’s when the phone rang. My father paused and placed the stopwatch back upon the mantel piece and walked out of the room. I refrained from going into the push up position and decided to catch my breath instead.
“Hello?” I could hear my father say in the room next door. The voice on the receiving end was that of a female. That was my mother, who, at the time, sounded a tad bit irate. Seconds later, the conversation came to an end and my father reentered the room.
“Son, get ready to go back home…your time with me is over…”
I looked at my watch, “…but we still have an hour before mom picks me up.”
“She wants you back home now…apparently she is sick and tired of me “demolishing” your childhood…”
“But—”
“Silence…” He took the stopwatch off of the mantel piece, “…I’ve taken you as far as possible. Within a week or so you will no longer live three blocks up the street son…you’re moving to a small town called Linden.”
“What? Mom told you this?”
“No. Why would she? I’ve been doing my homework…that’s all you need to know,” he handed the stopwatch over to me; “...you can continue your path to excellence on your own if you wish.”
I took the watch from him gradually and looked at it.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven my son,” he began to walk out of the room, my eyes were still on the watch, “…A time to be born, and a time to die…you aren’t dead yet.”
Present Day
Winter nights…cool, calm…collective. Just like me. I stood atop CVS looking down at the cities main street, North Wood Avenue, and all of its life. It was 8 PM and people were shopping, talking, skating and driving among other things.
They were oblivious to my presence…more so, my existence.
My thoughts suddenly shifted to Friday which was two days away.
Was she actually coming? Or leading me on? If she came, would I even greet her? Or examine her from afar? Would her friend find me weird? Was there a friend?
“—Dude! Have you finally bit the dust or something?”
I snapped out of my thoughts
“BRIAN!”
“…yes Nick?” I replied.
“Thought you fell asleep for a moment there…” He laughed a tad bit.
“What is it?” I asked in a beleaguered tone of voice.
“Just wondering if you’ve spotted anything…”
“No.” I answered immediately.
My sense of smell and hearing augmented by reason of something in the distance.
“Nothing on the police scanner…I’d say you have the night off my friend.”
“Not quite.”
I bent backwards and executed a cartwheel to the side simultaneously; almost falling off the side of the building. Three razor-sharp discs had nearly carved me up. I landed on my feet and turned around to see where those discs had come from.
There stood a man wearing a black business suit as if he had just come back from a very serious meeting. He examined every inch of me as he juggled six of his razor-sharp discs in the air. I watched his hands and held my ground while developing a strategy which had ultimately ended up being this:
Shoot now, ask questions never.
He—somehow—launched three discs towards my person while retrieving three more and retuning to his juggling of six.
My initial thought was to grab the discs, which obviously wouldn’t have worked out; so I decided to go with the next best thing.
With a flick of the wrist, a tiny one foot cylinder had dropped from the sleeve of my coat and into the palm of my hand. With a slight clench of the fist, that cylinder had extended to six feet and some change titanium bo staff.
I rotated and spun the staff through the air with two quick swings and managed to deflect his three discs back towards him.
A smile danced across his face as he flung two more discs at me that gobbled up the three I deflected and brought all five speeding towards me.
The smile on his face grew wider.
I dissected the situation and decided to move forward into the battalion of deadly boomerangs. The smile on his face faded as I ducked, dodged and avoided every single disc…but one.
I just had to bat one right back at him.
He eyed down his own weapon flying towards him as if he were trying to tame it.
Somehow he did.
The disc stopped short two feet from his person and sat in mid air. The man in the business suit barely hid a smirk as dozens of discs began to reveal themselves levitating out of his pockets and his sleeves…and then they drew into formation.
Ten years ago.
“…And that role entitles you to excellence…” He walked back over to the mantel piece and uncrossed his arms. I heaved a silent sigh and prepared to go at it again as he reached for the stopwatch…that’s when the phone rang. My father paused and placed the stopwatch back upon the mantel piece and walked out of the room. I refrained from going into the push up position and decided to catch my breath instead.
“Hello?” I could hear my father say in the room next door. The voice on the receiving end was that of a female. That was my mother, who, at the time, sounded a tad bit irate. Seconds later, the conversation came to an end and my father reentered the room.
“Son, get ready to go back home…your time with me is over…”
I looked at my watch, “…but we still have an hour before mom picks me up.”
“She wants you back home now…apparently she is sick and tired of me “demolishing” your childhood…”
“But—”
“Silence…” He took the stopwatch off of the mantel piece, “…I’ve taken you as far as possible. Within a week or so you will no longer live three blocks up the street son…you’re moving to a small town called Linden.”
“What? Mom told you this?”
“No. Why would she? I’ve been doing my homework…that’s all you need to know,” he handed the stopwatch over to me; “...you can continue your path to excellence on your own if you wish.”
I took the watch from him gradually and looked at it.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven my son,” he began to walk out of the room, my eyes were still on the watch, “…A time to be born, and a time to die…you aren’t dead yet.”
Present Day
Winter nights…cool, calm…collective. Just like me. I stood atop CVS looking down at the cities main street, North Wood Avenue, and all of its life. It was 8 PM and people were shopping, talking, skating and driving among other things.
They were oblivious to my presence…more so, my existence.
My thoughts suddenly shifted to Friday which was two days away.
Was she actually coming? Or leading me on? If she came, would I even greet her? Or examine her from afar? Would her friend find me weird? Was there a friend?
“—Dude! Have you finally bit the dust or something?”
I snapped out of my thoughts
“BRIAN!”
“…yes Nick?” I replied.
“Thought you fell asleep for a moment there…” He laughed a tad bit.
“What is it?” I asked in a beleaguered tone of voice.
“Just wondering if you’ve spotted anything…”
“No.” I answered immediately.
My sense of smell and hearing augmented by reason of something in the distance.
“Nothing on the police scanner…I’d say you have the night off my friend.”
“Not quite.”
I bent backwards and executed a cartwheel to the side simultaneously; almost falling off the side of the building. Three razor-sharp discs had nearly carved me up. I landed on my feet and turned around to see where those discs had come from.
There stood a man wearing a black business suit as if he had just come back from a very serious meeting. He examined every inch of me as he juggled six of his razor-sharp discs in the air. I watched his hands and held my ground while developing a strategy which had ultimately ended up being this:
Shoot now, ask questions never.
He—somehow—launched three discs towards my person while retrieving three more and retuning to his juggling of six.
My initial thought was to grab the discs, which obviously wouldn’t have worked out; so I decided to go with the next best thing.
With a flick of the wrist, a tiny one foot cylinder had dropped from the sleeve of my coat and into the palm of my hand. With a slight clench of the fist, that cylinder had extended to six feet and some change titanium bo staff.
I rotated and spun the staff through the air with two quick swings and managed to deflect his three discs back towards him.
A smile danced across his face as he flung two more discs at me that gobbled up the three I deflected and brought all five speeding towards me.
The smile on his face grew wider.
I dissected the situation and decided to move forward into the battalion of deadly boomerangs. The smile on his face faded as I ducked, dodged and avoided every single disc…but one.
I just had to bat one right back at him.
He eyed down his own weapon flying towards him as if he were trying to tame it.
Somehow he did.
The disc stopped short two feet from his person and sat in mid air. The man in the business suit barely hid a smirk as dozens of discs began to reveal themselves levitating out of his pockets and his sleeves…and then they drew into formation.
