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The section of writing below; READ THIS FIRST
the story is taking place in small town kansas in 1968,
Dirt is the scapegoat for the entire town, he was saved by a man named Dans, who makes him work at a laundry mat to pay him back, but Dans is abusive as fuck, letting his friends beat Dirt to a pulp and such,
the even that had just taken place was: A gang from out of town drugged dirt and set him up for a bank robbery. (Which raises the question IF they knew him prior) Dans is almost killed, but all he remembers is seeing Dirt.
Dirt is now back in the abandoned resturant (is his home) with his best friend Raul, telling him what he remembers.
shitty intro, but quality writing below- enjoy!
"What's happening lately?'
"I don't know, at this point."
Dirt heaved a heavy sigh.
"So, the Bank robbery did have something to do with you?"
"....yes.." Dirt said quietly.
"It dosen't make sense to ask now, but how?"
Dirt lowered his head at rauls question.
"Even I know I couldn't have done that, but how do I say? I was there... The memory is hard to remember,
All I can remember is the haze. All I can remember that night was what happened just before, but there is nothing."
Right after these words, The front door swung open.
"It's him." Raul said. "Go!" Dirt said calmly. Hesitating to leave dirt's side, Raul bolted out the back door.
He stopped, only a few feet away from the door, which was only slightly ajar.
" I swear, I swear, I swear; I didn't mean to-
SMACK! "Fuck you!" Dans yelled. "You betrayed my trust! MINE!"
A moment of silence, then another harsh crash.
Then all to be heard was a brutal beat-down.
Dirt pleaded for Dans to stop, his voice becomming even more tired than last time.
Dans swung again, this one knocked Dirt to the ground.
Dirt wimpered and slumped, his face was starting to flow with blood.
Dans kneeled to his level, Dirt held out his hands before him; both twitching violently.
"You always shut your eyes, right before the finishing.. why are you afraid of me?"
Silence was his only answer, Dirt tried to keep choking on his own blood; quiet as humanly possible.
"Listen to me." Dans calmly said. "You can't always hide from your problems. I...
I can change that." Dans said calmly, smiling at Dirt.
Holding Dirt down, Dans pulled out his hunting knife; Dirt let out a cry of desperation, and tried to fight for control.
but Dans easily over-powered him, holding Dirt down; now by his neck.
The last thing he saw in his left eye was the reflection of a steel blade closing in on it's target, than red.
A powerful shriek shook the building, Raul stood appauled at the sound. Dirt faught hard, clawing at Dans face,
but Dans only needed one hand to swipe his attempts off. "no! no! " Dirt screamed weakly, but over his pleading "nos"
Dans calmly told him to stay quiet. The blood collected into a decent puddle beneath Dans, who continued his work.
Dirt was exausted of so much blood loss, his hands laid beside him; twitching. At this point he could only whince in the incredible pain. Dans stood, in admiration to what he just had done.
Were Dirts' left eye once was, a hideous; bleeding wound now resigned. "Don't you feel at least, ..a little bit better?'
Though his other eye was clamped shut, tears were streaming from it like a waterfall. Dans sighed contently and leaved through the front door. Dirt opened his eye slightly to see the dark silouette disappear out of sight, looking hatefully at him;
moments after, he passed out. Raul slowly opened the door, venturing into the dark room;
He stood horrified by all the blood spattering the room. He looked into the corner, his friend's state made him run in terror; He never returned to the resturant again since that day. The days to pass were the highest temperatures to ever remain for three days straight in the whole towns' history. No one saw dirt in those three days time; no one but Raul and Dans were aware of his wereabouts.
The fourth day's morning was the darkest anyone could remember in their lifetimes, the coulds were low and dark; the air was damp, the mood was quiet. A clerk at the general store was counting the balances, "Excuse me, ma'am."
She peered over the counter, "What in heavens name!!? are you alright??"
"I just want to but this." Dirt carefully placed an eyepatch on the counter. The clerk took a few moments to take in what she saw;
but with no questions asked, he was on his way. He went to the restroom at the back of the store to find out if they had a mirror,
And was slightly disapointed they had one. The same kind of disapointment were you're unhappy to find out that you have the flu, despite the fact; you were begging for it so you could stay home. He looked at the dark casm were his eye had once been,
this was his fault, if only he weren't so afraid of his ....enemies. He tried to touch the area around the socket to see if he could even attempt to put achohol around it, but this was met with extreme pain. The eyepatch was made of thick leather; his new look was strange, and alien to him. He decided to at least wear a jacket from now on, because wearing just a tee with this did not seem suitable. He limped casually out of the store.
A few days later, he returned cautiosly at the laundry mat to continue working. All the customers stared, Dirt never appeared to be as gloomy as he did now. He never talked to anyone, once; that day.
A few days played out like that, Dirt came to work every 8 am, left at 12 pm; completely disappeared in the times in between.
Dans was getting a soda from the machine in the hallway when he saw Dirt turning on one of the dryers. When Dirt saw him, he froze silently; Dans slowly came closer, but after his fourth step: Dirt bolted out of the laundry mat. "The little rat has come back for more.." Dans muttered beneath his breath.