Those Who Inherit the Earth/ Chapter 2
Title: Those Who Inherit the Earth
Author: Governmentpig
Rating: PG-13
Warning: OC, angst,cussing,cocaine, and hitting people on the head with spoons
Author's Statement: This was relatively inspired by “Father-klok”. I do not own anything from this I swear! I just tacked on a backstory for a unnamed minor character cameo.
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Jacob had forgotten how cold it was in the desert at night. Even though he was layered in three shirts, a pair of shorts under a pair of jeans and a hoodie, he still shivered as if he were naked, and under the mercy of the wind chill. He may not have accounted for the weather, but he was cautious enough to make sure no one would steal his backpack. If he lost it, then his whole reason for running was over.
He had to make it to the part of the city that was filled with tourists. There he could at least find someone to steal from around the tourist traps, and some leftovers for dinner. After running five miles from his neighborhood, and walking three more, he was now located near the threshold between the slums, and the casinos. He just had two more miles to go. However, his growling stomach, and his legs throbbing from pain, protested him going any farther.
He looked from his left to his right before heading to the nearest alley conveniently located near a restaurant. He sifted through the first garbage can he found, and luckily found a hamburger with only two bites taken out of it. The wrapping even protected it from any other garbage touching it. Maybe this situation wasn't so bad in the first place
Suddenly the familiar sound of the world's fastest guitar playing could be heard. He turned to the source of the noise which was a turned up television behind the restaurant window. 'Well folks it's another Fan Day coming up soon, as millions of fans already are breaking the bank in order to get another one of these coveted tickets.' Jacob's eye's widened as he pressed his face against the glass. Fan day was coming up...that means... “The airport to Mordhaus is now officially open to fans, groupies, and even, celebrities in one week for a meet and greet in Hartford,Connecticut to take them to the brutal kingdom of the sky- BANG!
He jumped away from the window in surprise, dropping his burger wrapper, as an angry man with a broom, most likely the owner, banged it against the window. He heard muffle shouting of 'you get away from there', as he saw a blonde kid, (that looked nothing like the owner) standing from behind his father giving him a disgusted look. He turned around grumbling “dildo” before he felt a strong hand yank his arm and a hand clamped over his mouth. His eyes widened as he heard the high-pitched demented sound of “Gimme that b-b-b-backpack and no one g-g-g get's hurt b-b-b-baby.”
He was soon pinned against the wall, as the drug addict slung his backpack aside , before pulling a knife out by his face. He noticed the moonlight reflect his attackers...spiky red nose? “ You look like you're a d-d-d-drifter baby, Looks like Dr. Rockso's finally caught some g-g-g-good luck. I DO COCAINE!” Then he winced when the rock n' roll clown cut the right side of his cheek as he said in that high pitch, “Ain't nothing personal b-b-b-baby boy, but you know what they say...Ain't no rest for the w-w-w-wicked.”The hellish clown grinned baring his teeth as he leaned in close enough to see the whites of his bloodshot eyes.
There was a drug addict dressed like a clown, who was not only trying to get in his way, but also was going to steal what was rightfully his and his mothers (and that bastard of a father).He was also trying to kill him in order to keep his mouth shut. Any ounce of fear and turmoil that Jacob once had gave way to that bitter rage that was long dormant inside of him. Not soon after he punched that clown square in his junk , that was easily to locate from that tasteless jumpsuit. The once fearsome druggie was down for the count before the former target had reversed rolls and kicked him down. The clown gave out an unholy yell from the pain, as Jacob was relentlessly kicking the crap out of his skull.
Five minutes later, the sick and twisted clown lay bleeding, unconscious, missing one pound of cocaine, and at the mercy of the furious teenager. “You never mess with a kid who grew up in the slums clown,”he shouted to the skies as the wind blew through his hair. He picked up his backpack. Break time was over, now he had to find a way to travel east to get to that airport, and he had to do it in a week. There was no way he was going to get to Connecticut on foot. He bent down to pick up the knife , kicked the unconscious clown one last time for good measure before he set off toward the casinos.
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“What do you mean you cannot find him 6073?”
An irritated sigh could be heard from the Klokateer's receiving end of the phone.
“The boy ran off Offdensen sir. Child services never picked him up.”
“Then I want you to do your job and find him then...”
“With all due respect my lord, Lord Skwisgaar never cared anything about his offspring before, why must he be found?”
“...He doesn't, he just knows he is obligated to at least make sure he has a home somewhere else.”
“I will do my best Sir Offdensen.”
“Make sure you don't screw this up.”
The phone was hung up from the other end.
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Viva Las Vegas. The mantra of his home town. Personally the shit hole could rot for all he cared. This city devoured the hopes and dreams of it's residents and tourists, in turn destroying them from the inside out. However, living in Vegas did have it's advantages, as Jacob was able to sell the cocaine he stole for $50. He kinda felt sorry for the poor guy he sold it to, but he had to get some travel money somewhere. He had already decided that he was NOT going to touch the money in the briefcase. He planned on giving back every cent of it to his 'dear old dad' by cramming it up his ass.
The boy was seething in anger, not watching where he was going when he had bumped into an old woman. He opened his mouth to apologize before the old lady started to beat the crap out of him with her purse yelling in a horrible lisp, “THEIFSH! THEIFSH! SCHOMEBODY SCHAVE ME!” He started to yell back at the woman ,who was doing much more damage to him than he did to her, “I'm not gonna steal from you lady! Just stop hitting me!” She responded by hitting him again, this time with a spoon that was procured from her purse, “Firscht of all young man, you speak reschpectful to your eldersch. Schecond of all, you didn't schay pleasche.” She emphasized the word 'please' with another whack from her spoon. This old woman was tough for a tourist!
“I wasn't trying to rob you ma'am, now would you please stop hitting me on the head with a spoon?” The old woman stopped and took a deep breath. “Now tell me you are schorry.” Another whack. The teenager relented so that his poor head would get a break. “I'm sorry I bumped into you ma'am.” “Good! Now why are you all alone here? And don't lie to me, I can tell when you are lying!” She raised her spoon at the last sentence. The boy sighed and replied, “I was going to try and visit my dad, he lives all the way in Connecticut, I am headed for the bus station.” “Thosche dirty bus stachions where there are rapischts and murderersch?” He winced when a trail of spit barely missed his eye. “Yes Ma'am.”
She scoffed at the boy and said, “You're juscht a kid! You will get killed out there. Lucky for you, I am a reschpectable Chrischtian woman. I will ride on the busch with you asch far asch my stop in Misschouri 'cause I am already headed that way. Then you are on your own.” The boy started to protest but she raised her spoon even higher before he even got the chance to contradict her. “Don't you schass me!” Jacob sighed in a defeated tone before he was attacked by the spoon for the last time that night. “Get going already! We will misch our stop if you keep dwadling!”
Author: Governmentpig
Rating: PG-13
Warning: OC, angst,cussing,cocaine, and hitting people on the head with spoons
Author's Statement: This was relatively inspired by “Father-klok”. I do not own anything from this I swear! I just tacked on a backstory for a unnamed minor character cameo.
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Jacob had forgotten how cold it was in the desert at night. Even though he was layered in three shirts, a pair of shorts under a pair of jeans and a hoodie, he still shivered as if he were naked, and under the mercy of the wind chill. He may not have accounted for the weather, but he was cautious enough to make sure no one would steal his backpack. If he lost it, then his whole reason for running was over.
He had to make it to the part of the city that was filled with tourists. There he could at least find someone to steal from around the tourist traps, and some leftovers for dinner. After running five miles from his neighborhood, and walking three more, he was now located near the threshold between the slums, and the casinos. He just had two more miles to go. However, his growling stomach, and his legs throbbing from pain, protested him going any farther.
He looked from his left to his right before heading to the nearest alley conveniently located near a restaurant. He sifted through the first garbage can he found, and luckily found a hamburger with only two bites taken out of it. The wrapping even protected it from any other garbage touching it. Maybe this situation wasn't so bad in the first place
Suddenly the familiar sound of the world's fastest guitar playing could be heard. He turned to the source of the noise which was a turned up television behind the restaurant window. 'Well folks it's another Fan Day coming up soon, as millions of fans already are breaking the bank in order to get another one of these coveted tickets.' Jacob's eye's widened as he pressed his face against the glass. Fan day was coming up...that means... “The airport to Mordhaus is now officially open to fans, groupies, and even, celebrities in one week for a meet and greet in Hartford,Connecticut to take them to the brutal kingdom of the sky- BANG!
He jumped away from the window in surprise, dropping his burger wrapper, as an angry man with a broom, most likely the owner, banged it against the window. He heard muffle shouting of 'you get away from there', as he saw a blonde kid, (that looked nothing like the owner) standing from behind his father giving him a disgusted look. He turned around grumbling “dildo” before he felt a strong hand yank his arm and a hand clamped over his mouth. His eyes widened as he heard the high-pitched demented sound of “Gimme that b-b-b-backpack and no one g-g-g get's hurt b-b-b-baby.”
He was soon pinned against the wall, as the drug addict slung his backpack aside , before pulling a knife out by his face. He noticed the moonlight reflect his attackers...spiky red nose? “ You look like you're a d-d-d-drifter baby, Looks like Dr. Rockso's finally caught some g-g-g-good luck. I DO COCAINE!” Then he winced when the rock n' roll clown cut the right side of his cheek as he said in that high pitch, “Ain't nothing personal b-b-b-baby boy, but you know what they say...Ain't no rest for the w-w-w-wicked.”The hellish clown grinned baring his teeth as he leaned in close enough to see the whites of his bloodshot eyes.
There was a drug addict dressed like a clown, who was not only trying to get in his way, but also was going to steal what was rightfully his and his mothers (and that bastard of a father).He was also trying to kill him in order to keep his mouth shut. Any ounce of fear and turmoil that Jacob once had gave way to that bitter rage that was long dormant inside of him. Not soon after he punched that clown square in his junk , that was easily to locate from that tasteless jumpsuit. The once fearsome druggie was down for the count before the former target had reversed rolls and kicked him down. The clown gave out an unholy yell from the pain, as Jacob was relentlessly kicking the crap out of his skull.
Five minutes later, the sick and twisted clown lay bleeding, unconscious, missing one pound of cocaine, and at the mercy of the furious teenager. “You never mess with a kid who grew up in the slums clown,”he shouted to the skies as the wind blew through his hair. He picked up his backpack. Break time was over, now he had to find a way to travel east to get to that airport, and he had to do it in a week. There was no way he was going to get to Connecticut on foot. He bent down to pick up the knife , kicked the unconscious clown one last time for good measure before he set off toward the casinos.
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“What do you mean you cannot find him 6073?”
An irritated sigh could be heard from the Klokateer's receiving end of the phone.
“The boy ran off Offdensen sir. Child services never picked him up.”
“Then I want you to do your job and find him then...”
“With all due respect my lord, Lord Skwisgaar never cared anything about his offspring before, why must he be found?”
“...He doesn't, he just knows he is obligated to at least make sure he has a home somewhere else.”
“I will do my best Sir Offdensen.”
“Make sure you don't screw this up.”
The phone was hung up from the other end.
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Viva Las Vegas. The mantra of his home town. Personally the shit hole could rot for all he cared. This city devoured the hopes and dreams of it's residents and tourists, in turn destroying them from the inside out. However, living in Vegas did have it's advantages, as Jacob was able to sell the cocaine he stole for $50. He kinda felt sorry for the poor guy he sold it to, but he had to get some travel money somewhere. He had already decided that he was NOT going to touch the money in the briefcase. He planned on giving back every cent of it to his 'dear old dad' by cramming it up his ass.
The boy was seething in anger, not watching where he was going when he had bumped into an old woman. He opened his mouth to apologize before the old lady started to beat the crap out of him with her purse yelling in a horrible lisp, “THEIFSH! THEIFSH! SCHOMEBODY SCHAVE ME!” He started to yell back at the woman ,who was doing much more damage to him than he did to her, “I'm not gonna steal from you lady! Just stop hitting me!” She responded by hitting him again, this time with a spoon that was procured from her purse, “Firscht of all young man, you speak reschpectful to your eldersch. Schecond of all, you didn't schay pleasche.” She emphasized the word 'please' with another whack from her spoon. This old woman was tough for a tourist!
“I wasn't trying to rob you ma'am, now would you please stop hitting me on the head with a spoon?” The old woman stopped and took a deep breath. “Now tell me you are schorry.” Another whack. The teenager relented so that his poor head would get a break. “I'm sorry I bumped into you ma'am.” “Good! Now why are you all alone here? And don't lie to me, I can tell when you are lying!” She raised her spoon at the last sentence. The boy sighed and replied, “I was going to try and visit my dad, he lives all the way in Connecticut, I am headed for the bus station.” “Thosche dirty bus stachions where there are rapischts and murderersch?” He winced when a trail of spit barely missed his eye. “Yes Ma'am.”
She scoffed at the boy and said, “You're juscht a kid! You will get killed out there. Lucky for you, I am a reschpectable Chrischtian woman. I will ride on the busch with you asch far asch my stop in Misschouri 'cause I am already headed that way. Then you are on your own.” The boy started to protest but she raised her spoon even higher before he even got the chance to contradict her. “Don't you schass me!” Jacob sighed in a defeated tone before he was attacked by the spoon for the last time that night. “Get going already! We will misch our stop if you keep dwadling!”