| Alarmingly Strange Stories |
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Tracy Tenchins |
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| . It was then, that for the first time that night, I actually saw the ensuing madness in all its clarity. Kids as young as ten were welding sticks and knives that were almost the same height as themselves. Howls of pain and derision filled the air. I felt physically sick. A boy about the same age appeared before me. I noticed the golf club he was holding, also the look in his face told me he intended to use it. I lurched forward to punch him and tripped over the stones, falling at his feet. Looking up I saw him smile and then the flash of a golf club shaft glide through the night. My Father told me I had been unconscious for several hours as I sat up in the hospital bed. I tried to speak but the stitches prevented me from doing so. He told me to get some rest and then left. When I came around again, Clayton was smiling that big toothy grin at me. I noticed the bruising under his right eye. "Wath happen." I managed to mumble. Clayton began laughing at my new found speech impediment. I tried to perform a smile back at him but only managed a sneer. He stopped laughing and explained. To say we lost is an understatement. We were annihilated. Sometimes brute strength overcomes brains and when that happens the guy with the brains aint much of a pretty sight come the end. Johnny was a mess inside and out, they broke the little guys jaw. He was in the children's ward downstairs. Clayton himself, well he managed to hide after the fireballs ran out, as for the bruising around his eye, lets just say his Dad does not take too well to guys who hide. Lastly, Gibsy, was rounded up by Tracy's henchmen and was literally kicked up and down the Bales. The punishment he received was wicked. Although, I feel they never really harmed him at all. You only need to look into Gibsy's eyes to see the pain that already lives their. Sure, on the surface he was bleeding red like the rest of us, but that aint enough to harm Gibsy. A few days later we were all reunited, even Sparrow, and boy was he proud of us. Fair enough we had been defeated and Tracy Tenchins still prowled the streets doing whatever she pleased. But we had stood up for ourselves and in Crescent folklore that is a helluva better way to go down than just giving up without a fight. Anyways, we would give Tracy her glory for today, for tomorrow is a different story all together.. |
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