Moving on to Yesterday - Prologue
Bothered by his parents disappearance, Alamandor tries to find success in life.
A young boy came home from school one day to an empty house. He looked for his parents and he waited for many days for them to return. They didn't. At the time the boy was only thirteen years old, hardly a teen, with no one by his side for support, no family, no friends; no one. For the boy to survive he needed to find for himself, provide food for himself, get a place to live and good education. He lived his life, frightened and alone. As he got older he began to believe that his parents had abandoned him, but little did he know what happened to them. As he got older, he began hating the world and blamed everyone for his troubles. Eventually he was kicked out of school for fighting and was sent to juvenile. This boy's name was Alamandor.
12 years later...
The Chase:
RING! RING! RING! The bank alarm went off. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH, was the sound my pants made and what I heard as I put distance between the bank, the wailing alarms and myself. I heard the police sirens in the distance and I pushed myself faster and faster, running at about 25 mph. I stopped at the closest stoplight and jogged to the nearest car. The guy in the car looked at me, confused, probably wondering what I was about to do. I decided I was going to give him a clue. I smiled then took the gun out of my pocket and broke the window of the car.
"H-H-Hey, W-W-What are you doing?" the terrified man yelled. I grinned and then lunged in the car through the broken window. "Get out of my car, man. Leave me alone." I felt the fear flowing out of the man and laughed. I took the gun in my hand and pointed it to his face, pretending I was going to pull the trigger. "N-n-no, p-p-please don't kill me. I-I-I got a family t-" THUNK! I interrupted his plea, hitting him in the head with the gun. I didn't want to hear any junk about families. I had knocked him out with the force of my blow. So I lifted his almost lifeless body and threw it in the back of the car.
I looked at the speed-o-meter. "Cool, this baby can reach 200." As the light hit green, I hit the gas but kept the speed limit and the money I withdrew from the bank. I thought about the unfortunate souls that had lost their lives in the bank. If they had given me what I asked for they would have still been alive. People just never want to work with Manni, do they? I sighed. Manni was what my parents called me.
"GAAH," I cried, and then smashed my hands to the feeble staring wheel, pulling the wheel out of its place with bared teeth. The sound of police sirens was suddenly behind me. "Shoot." I kicked the door of the car off, making it fly into the wall of the alley I was now in, and then jumped out of the car. I dashed away from the cars and slipped through an opening in a humongous gate. To my utter astonishment, there were police cars on the other side of the gate also. I sighed, pretending to look defeated. The police quickly surrounded me as I slowly put my hands in the air, making it seem as though I was unarmed. One police slowly walked towards me with his gun equipped. I bowed my head in shame: in shame of having been caught.
I was really waiting for this loser to get close enough to me; so I could use him as a hostage. I slowly turned my back to him and put my hand behind them, waiting for him to get the handcuffs out. I was planning to grab his hand, and then place them behind his back. And after I had his hands behind his back. I was going to take his handcuffs and use them against him. As he came closer he took one hand off the gun, reached into his pocket and pulling out a pair of handcuffs. I turned around again and lunged, reaching for the hand with the gun. BOOM!
"AGH," I screamed, grabbing my bleeding leg. "Why did you shoot me?" I angrily yelled.
"You are under arrest," the big buff man yelled.
"No kidding, eh fatso? Gosh, you guys are such dumb-butts. Now why did you shoot me?" They just stared wordlessly at me, with disbelief plain in their eyes.
"Man, I could have shot all your stinking behinds but I didn't. I spared all your stupid lives and how do you repay me? By shooting me, that is how you repay me. Ugh, you idiots make me sad." I was so shocked that they could display such acts of disrespect.
"Don't count on your lives being spared when I break out of jail," I warned them, limping to the closest police car. I opened the door and plopped down in the seat. "Just take me to the hospital so I can get this stinking bullet removed," I ordered as they just stared at me.
"I'm bleeding here, come on. We don't have all day, are you trying to kill me? That must be it." These police must be stupid.
Before they took me to the hospital, they removed my gun, took the money that I got from the bank, revived the guy that was in the back of the car and handcuffed me. "You know, I don't understand you people. Why are you going to handcuff me if you are the one that shot me and I'm the one in pain? You guys are the one that pulled the trigger and I am the one in handcuffs. Can there be any more injustice?" I sighed. The guy in the front, the one who had shot me, smiled, as if he thought what I had said was funny... It wasn't.
12 years later...
The Chase:
RING! RING! RING! The bank alarm went off. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH, was the sound my pants made and what I heard as I put distance between the bank, the wailing alarms and myself. I heard the police sirens in the distance and I pushed myself faster and faster, running at about 25 mph. I stopped at the closest stoplight and jogged to the nearest car. The guy in the car looked at me, confused, probably wondering what I was about to do. I decided I was going to give him a clue. I smiled then took the gun out of my pocket and broke the window of the car.
"H-H-Hey, W-W-What are you doing?" the terrified man yelled. I grinned and then lunged in the car through the broken window. "Get out of my car, man. Leave me alone." I felt the fear flowing out of the man and laughed. I took the gun in my hand and pointed it to his face, pretending I was going to pull the trigger. "N-n-no, p-p-please don't kill me. I-I-I got a family t-" THUNK! I interrupted his plea, hitting him in the head with the gun. I didn't want to hear any junk about families. I had knocked him out with the force of my blow. So I lifted his almost lifeless body and threw it in the back of the car.
I looked at the speed-o-meter. "Cool, this baby can reach 200." As the light hit green, I hit the gas but kept the speed limit and the money I withdrew from the bank. I thought about the unfortunate souls that had lost their lives in the bank. If they had given me what I asked for they would have still been alive. People just never want to work with Manni, do they? I sighed. Manni was what my parents called me.
"GAAH," I cried, and then smashed my hands to the feeble staring wheel, pulling the wheel out of its place with bared teeth. The sound of police sirens was suddenly behind me. "Shoot." I kicked the door of the car off, making it fly into the wall of the alley I was now in, and then jumped out of the car. I dashed away from the cars and slipped through an opening in a humongous gate. To my utter astonishment, there were police cars on the other side of the gate also. I sighed, pretending to look defeated. The police quickly surrounded me as I slowly put my hands in the air, making it seem as though I was unarmed. One police slowly walked towards me with his gun equipped. I bowed my head in shame: in shame of having been caught.
I was really waiting for this loser to get close enough to me; so I could use him as a hostage. I slowly turned my back to him and put my hand behind them, waiting for him to get the handcuffs out. I was planning to grab his hand, and then place them behind his back. And after I had his hands behind his back. I was going to take his handcuffs and use them against him. As he came closer he took one hand off the gun, reached into his pocket and pulling out a pair of handcuffs. I turned around again and lunged, reaching for the hand with the gun. BOOM!
"AGH," I screamed, grabbing my bleeding leg. "Why did you shoot me?" I angrily yelled.
"You are under arrest," the big buff man yelled.
"No kidding, eh fatso? Gosh, you guys are such dumb-butts. Now why did you shoot me?" They just stared wordlessly at me, with disbelief plain in their eyes.
"Man, I could have shot all your stinking behinds but I didn't. I spared all your stupid lives and how do you repay me? By shooting me, that is how you repay me. Ugh, you idiots make me sad." I was so shocked that they could display such acts of disrespect.
"Don't count on your lives being spared when I break out of jail," I warned them, limping to the closest police car. I opened the door and plopped down in the seat. "Just take me to the hospital so I can get this stinking bullet removed," I ordered as they just stared at me.
"I'm bleeding here, come on. We don't have all day, are you trying to kill me? That must be it." These police must be stupid.
Before they took me to the hospital, they removed my gun, took the money that I got from the bank, revived the guy that was in the back of the car and handcuffed me. "You know, I don't understand you people. Why are you going to handcuff me if you are the one that shot me and I'm the one in pain? You guys are the one that pulled the trigger and I am the one in handcuffs. Can there be any more injustice?" I sighed. The guy in the front, the one who had shot me, smiled, as if he thought what I had said was funny... It wasn't.
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