Outdated History
Most if not all of this story has been revised over the last year, so enjoy the old Nathan while you can.
The streets in this part of the metropolis weren’t so thick as the rest of New York. The smog still hung over the streets. Nathan had somewhere to be only before he got there had business to take care of, money to make. Icy would be accompanying him today. As a matter of fact Icy was requested to be there.
He stuck his hands in his coat pockets. Fumbling with letter in his hand it was crisp and folded tightly. He was supposed to meet someone. Now where was that liquor store? Nathan looked around curiously. Icy followed close behind him.
“Where are we going anyway, Nathan?” Icy questioned annoyingly.
Icy received no audible answer as Nathan had the reputation of not talking much. Nathan pointed to a corner store that had a vertical Liquor sign on the front. Icy’s eyes followed Nathan’s finger.
“Why are we…” he started.
Icy’s voice was drowned out by the sound of motorcycle engines. Two Ninja bikes pulled up in front of the liquor store. The two bikers spoke to one another then first biker pulled off his helmet and went inside. The second pulled off her helmet to reveal gorgeous golden-blond hair dark eyes and full pouting lips. She sat on the bike, waiting patiently.
Nathan was impressed with the woman’s sculpted figure. Looking her over, thoughts came to his mind. Thoughts he’d not had in a long time. He shook his head. “Don’t get sidetracked,” he murmured to himself.
Icy was staring too, only not at the woman. He was more interested in the fact that the motorcycles looked cool. They were red and black twins. Parked one in front of the other. Icy wanted one. Better yet both of them would be nice. Nathan and him could go riding side by side down the highway…
Nathan jabbing him in the ribs with his elbow abruptly interrupted Icy’s daydreaming. “Come on Icy,” Nathan said. “Moron!” He uttered quietly.
Icy growled at being called a moron by Nathan. He said nothing.
Reaching the sidewalk across the street the blond on the bike smiled warmly at them. Icy’ albino flesh flushed with pink. Nathan tried ignoring her, by looking to his feet.
A black limo rolled past them and turned left at the corner. The solid thud of a car door rose Nathan’s attention again. Peering around the corner he saw whom he was waiting for. A tall man in a black business suit got out of the car and was walking his way. The look of anger and impatience crossed the man’s face then slipped away when he saw Nathan.
Nathan jabbed Icy again. “Wait here,” he whispered. Then slipped around the corner.
Icy flinched. “Hey Nathan, where ya goin’?” he asked. There was no answer. Like usual.
The man in the suit wasn’t surprised at Nathan’s speed in coming towards him. Nathan always did business quickly then went into hiding for a while. At least until his next assignment.
Nathan spoke softly “I got your message. You’re late!”
The man, trying to seem as friendly as possible, roughly put his arm around Nathan. “Not here alright, kid.” The man ushered him into the alley behind the store.
The woman on the bike looked at Icy. He was albino, apparently Asian and wore all white. Strange! Icy paid no attention to her. He watched around the corner waiting for the right moment to follow Nathan and the businessman. As they disappeared into alley Icy slithered around the corner. He stopped near the end of the alley hoping to hear their conversation. Icy always wanted to know why Nathan associated himself with the people did.
Neither of them said anything. The man stood silently with his back to the wall. Nathan looked him over. “So what’s this about? Make it quick I’ve got somewhere to be.”
Then suddenly the man’s fist slammed into Nathan’s mouth. Nathan stepped back with a shock of pain. He looked at the man’s fist. Brass knuckles adorned his fingers. Blood trickled from Nathan’s mouth.
Nathan wiped the crimson blood away. “What the…” he muttered through clenched teeth. He was cut off.
You know exactly what that was for, kid. Next time; be careful who you give your information to. Or there won’t be a next time,” he snarled and turned away to see one of his associates with Icy in his grasp.
ICY! Nathan thought to himself.
The man with the brass knuckles strode toward the albino and punched him in the gut. The blow was so powerful that it knocked the wind out of Icy and he spat up blood. The man who was holding Icy threw him to the ground. Icy lay sprawled out in the alley. He did not move.
Nathan searched around franticly, looking for something to use as a weapon. A red brick lay near the wall. Nathan ran over and picked it up, pulled back and threw it at the man that hit him. The brick sailed through the air and landed on the man’s head with a wet crack, knocking him down.
Icy struggled to move. He gasped for air trying to breathe. Making it to his knees he managed to call, “Nathan.”
Nathan ran over to Icy helping him up. Then two other men came running out of the limo. They attempted to grab Nathan but he dodged their grasp. The man who held Icy before kicked Nathan in the stomach knocking him back. It was Icy’s turn to do something. The businessmen were too preoccupied with Nathan to deal with him. Icy picked up the brick Nathan threw and chucked it at the man who held him before. The brick struck in the center of the man’s back. The men surrounded Nathan and Icy.
With his adrenaline pumping Nathan’s vision became a blur of black suits, red bricks and pale faces. He and Icy fought hard to escape.
Then through the struggle Nathan felt something cold and metallic fall into his hand. Suddenly there was an ear-shattering blast that seemed to echo throughout New York City. The smell of sulfur and smoke filled his lungs.
Without thinking Nathan dropped the gun he held and ran. Icy followed. They came around the corner of the liquor store to see the blond woman, still waiting, looking towards them. She was not on the motorcycle.
She looked them over and seeing their injuries realized what had happened. The men from the limo started to chase them.
“Here,” she asked starting the bike, “you think you can handle this?”
Nathan looked at her then the bike. He simply nodded then got on. Icy did the same.
The woman looked at the men coming their way. “Then get out of here.” She had to yell above the roar of the engine.
Nathan and Icy rode off. The businessmen ran back to the limo and took off in pursuit. It took them a while to catch up.
Icy held on tight and leaned forward to ask Nathan something. “Uh… What was all that back there Nathan?”
“I’d prefer not to tell you Icy,” Nathan Yelled over his shoulder. “I will let you know it wasn’t all my fault and I’m sorry you got dragged into this, but you didn’t stay put like I told you!”
Then a shot rang out from behind them. Nathan saw a right turn up ahead and throttled the engine to go faster. The limo sped up as well but couldn’t catch up. A hail of bullets rang out from behind.
Everything happened so fast that Nathan did not see the sign reading, ONE WAY! Icy paid no attention either. The limo didn’t care. There was a bridge ahead and they were about to cross it. Nathan looked back to see how far the limo was away. There was a horn, screeching brakes and the sound of gunfire all wrapped up into one horrifying cataclysm. Nathan was too late to stop and he lost control. The motorcycle hit the bridges guardrail and went over.
Icy and Nathan tumbled down the steep hill below. The motorcycle rolled with them. Finally they stopped at the bottom.
Nathan lay on face up on the soft ground. It was cold and yet he didn’t notice. His body went numb long before he halted. His breath fled his lungs and re-entered in irregular patterns. Yet again his vision was blurred and his eyes stung as blood flooded into them. His mouth tasted of copper as he choked on his own crimson fluids. Sirens sounded above, but he couldn’t tell how near or far that they were. Everything grew dark and darkness took him.
The letter had somehow fallen from his pocket and was lying next to Nathan. It read:
Dear Brother,
I’ve not seen you in eight years. I located you when you mistakenly delivered that message to my foster father. I’m glad you made that mistake. I would love it if you would meet me. It’s my address posted on the envelope. Meet me there, please!
With love,
Adora December
The streets in this part of the metropolis weren’t so thick as the rest of New York. The smog still hung over the streets. Nathan had somewhere to be only before he got there had business to take care of, money to make. Icy would be accompanying him today. As a matter of fact Icy was requested to be there.
He stuck his hands in his coat pockets. Fumbling with letter in his hand it was crisp and folded tightly. He was supposed to meet someone. Now where was that liquor store? Nathan looked around curiously. Icy followed close behind him.
“Where are we going anyway, Nathan?” Icy questioned annoyingly.
Icy received no audible answer as Nathan had the reputation of not talking much. Nathan pointed to a corner store that had a vertical Liquor sign on the front. Icy’s eyes followed Nathan’s finger.
“Why are we…” he started.
Icy’s voice was drowned out by the sound of motorcycle engines. Two Ninja bikes pulled up in front of the liquor store. The two bikers spoke to one another then first biker pulled off his helmet and went inside. The second pulled off her helmet to reveal gorgeous golden-blond hair dark eyes and full pouting lips. She sat on the bike, waiting patiently.
Nathan was impressed with the woman’s sculpted figure. Looking her over, thoughts came to his mind. Thoughts he’d not had in a long time. He shook his head. “Don’t get sidetracked,” he murmured to himself.
Icy was staring too, only not at the woman. He was more interested in the fact that the motorcycles looked cool. They were red and black twins. Parked one in front of the other. Icy wanted one. Better yet both of them would be nice. Nathan and him could go riding side by side down the highway…
Nathan jabbing him in the ribs with his elbow abruptly interrupted Icy’s daydreaming. “Come on Icy,” Nathan said. “Moron!” He uttered quietly.
Icy growled at being called a moron by Nathan. He said nothing.
Reaching the sidewalk across the street the blond on the bike smiled warmly at them. Icy’ albino flesh flushed with pink. Nathan tried ignoring her, by looking to his feet.
A black limo rolled past them and turned left at the corner. The solid thud of a car door rose Nathan’s attention again. Peering around the corner he saw whom he was waiting for. A tall man in a black business suit got out of the car and was walking his way. The look of anger and impatience crossed the man’s face then slipped away when he saw Nathan.
Nathan jabbed Icy again. “Wait here,” he whispered. Then slipped around the corner.
Icy flinched. “Hey Nathan, where ya goin’?” he asked. There was no answer. Like usual.
The man in the suit wasn’t surprised at Nathan’s speed in coming towards him. Nathan always did business quickly then went into hiding for a while. At least until his next assignment.
Nathan spoke softly “I got your message. You’re late!”
The man, trying to seem as friendly as possible, roughly put his arm around Nathan. “Not here alright, kid.” The man ushered him into the alley behind the store.
The woman on the bike looked at Icy. He was albino, apparently Asian and wore all white. Strange! Icy paid no attention to her. He watched around the corner waiting for the right moment to follow Nathan and the businessman. As they disappeared into alley Icy slithered around the corner. He stopped near the end of the alley hoping to hear their conversation. Icy always wanted to know why Nathan associated himself with the people did.
Neither of them said anything. The man stood silently with his back to the wall. Nathan looked him over. “So what’s this about? Make it quick I’ve got somewhere to be.”
Then suddenly the man’s fist slammed into Nathan’s mouth. Nathan stepped back with a shock of pain. He looked at the man’s fist. Brass knuckles adorned his fingers. Blood trickled from Nathan’s mouth.
Nathan wiped the crimson blood away. “What the…” he muttered through clenched teeth. He was cut off.
You know exactly what that was for, kid. Next time; be careful who you give your information to. Or there won’t be a next time,” he snarled and turned away to see one of his associates with Icy in his grasp.
ICY! Nathan thought to himself.
The man with the brass knuckles strode toward the albino and punched him in the gut. The blow was so powerful that it knocked the wind out of Icy and he spat up blood. The man who was holding Icy threw him to the ground. Icy lay sprawled out in the alley. He did not move.
Nathan searched around franticly, looking for something to use as a weapon. A red brick lay near the wall. Nathan ran over and picked it up, pulled back and threw it at the man that hit him. The brick sailed through the air and landed on the man’s head with a wet crack, knocking him down.
Icy struggled to move. He gasped for air trying to breathe. Making it to his knees he managed to call, “Nathan.”
Nathan ran over to Icy helping him up. Then two other men came running out of the limo. They attempted to grab Nathan but he dodged their grasp. The man who held Icy before kicked Nathan in the stomach knocking him back. It was Icy’s turn to do something. The businessmen were too preoccupied with Nathan to deal with him. Icy picked up the brick Nathan threw and chucked it at the man who held him before. The brick struck in the center of the man’s back. The men surrounded Nathan and Icy.
With his adrenaline pumping Nathan’s vision became a blur of black suits, red bricks and pale faces. He and Icy fought hard to escape.
Then through the struggle Nathan felt something cold and metallic fall into his hand. Suddenly there was an ear-shattering blast that seemed to echo throughout New York City. The smell of sulfur and smoke filled his lungs.
Without thinking Nathan dropped the gun he held and ran. Icy followed. They came around the corner of the liquor store to see the blond woman, still waiting, looking towards them. She was not on the motorcycle.
She looked them over and seeing their injuries realized what had happened. The men from the limo started to chase them.
“Here,” she asked starting the bike, “you think you can handle this?”
Nathan looked at her then the bike. He simply nodded then got on. Icy did the same.
The woman looked at the men coming their way. “Then get out of here.” She had to yell above the roar of the engine.
Nathan and Icy rode off. The businessmen ran back to the limo and took off in pursuit. It took them a while to catch up.
Icy held on tight and leaned forward to ask Nathan something. “Uh… What was all that back there Nathan?”
“I’d prefer not to tell you Icy,” Nathan Yelled over his shoulder. “I will let you know it wasn’t all my fault and I’m sorry you got dragged into this, but you didn’t stay put like I told you!”
Then a shot rang out from behind them. Nathan saw a right turn up ahead and throttled the engine to go faster. The limo sped up as well but couldn’t catch up. A hail of bullets rang out from behind.
Everything happened so fast that Nathan did not see the sign reading, ONE WAY! Icy paid no attention either. The limo didn’t care. There was a bridge ahead and they were about to cross it. Nathan looked back to see how far the limo was away. There was a horn, screeching brakes and the sound of gunfire all wrapped up into one horrifying cataclysm. Nathan was too late to stop and he lost control. The motorcycle hit the bridges guardrail and went over.
Icy and Nathan tumbled down the steep hill below. The motorcycle rolled with them. Finally they stopped at the bottom.
Nathan lay on face up on the soft ground. It was cold and yet he didn’t notice. His body went numb long before he halted. His breath fled his lungs and re-entered in irregular patterns. Yet again his vision was blurred and his eyes stung as blood flooded into them. His mouth tasted of copper as he choked on his own crimson fluids. Sirens sounded above, but he couldn’t tell how near or far that they were. Everything grew dark and darkness took him.
The letter had somehow fallen from his pocket and was lying next to Nathan. It read:
Dear Brother,
I’ve not seen you in eight years. I located you when you mistakenly delivered that message to my foster father. I’m glad you made that mistake. I would love it if you would meet me. It’s my address posted on the envelope. Meet me there, please!
With love,
Adora December