Post by Jacob (Veeks) on Jul 21, 2009 0:00:58 GMT -5
Jacob absently punched at the large coushined makeshift punching bag he had made in a corner of the basement that was somewhate secluded to the rest of the large room. He was stressed, and needed to let off some steam. Things weren't looking too well. There was upped servailance, that wouldn't bee good for work. Jacob gave the bag a hard straight punch. He thought of James, the mayor, and the scumbag who betrayed them. He gave the punching bag two hard hooks. Burke was't in good condition. It was all Jame's fault. Two more punches. Jacob was so tired of dealing with betrayal.
First James, then Linda. Linda. Jacob gave the bag a two armed smash, causing a hole to rip at the bottom, sand spilled out onto the ground. Linda... she was just like everone else who'd betrayed him. Someone who he cared about, and was willing to risk everything he had for. And she just threw it all away. His feelings for her meant nothing. He wasted his time with her. Every moment they'd spent together was nothing.
He thought of the day they'd started talking to each other. He was outnumbered by a rivling gang, and she came in to help him out. He told her she was a good fighter, and thanked her for saving him. She shook his hand and said that he was worth saving. Heh, bet she doesn't think that anymore. All of these stressful thoughts were released in one more anger filled punch that destoyed the bag, and had the last of the sand splashed on the wall, the floor, and his face. In frustration, Jacob punched the wall, and sat against it. For the first time in forever, Jacob cried. He wasn't bawling or anything, but crying none the less. His last thought was about his parents, and what they had died for. He couldn't do anything cooped up in here. The reality that he couldn't do anything to fight back at the moment depressed him.
He then remembered what his father told him when he was a little kid, and his dog died. He wanted to do something about it. He wished he could go back in time and stop that truck from hitting his best friend. His father looked at him and said "It is a sad province of man that he cannot change his fate, but only the way he will stand once the call of destiny arrives. And if he will have the courage to asnwer." Jacob got up and cleaned the sand off of the floor, the wise words of his father echoing through his head.
First James, then Linda. Linda. Jacob gave the bag a two armed smash, causing a hole to rip at the bottom, sand spilled out onto the ground. Linda... she was just like everone else who'd betrayed him. Someone who he cared about, and was willing to risk everything he had for. And she just threw it all away. His feelings for her meant nothing. He wasted his time with her. Every moment they'd spent together was nothing.
He thought of the day they'd started talking to each other. He was outnumbered by a rivling gang, and she came in to help him out. He told her she was a good fighter, and thanked her for saving him. She shook his hand and said that he was worth saving. Heh, bet she doesn't think that anymore. All of these stressful thoughts were released in one more anger filled punch that destoyed the bag, and had the last of the sand splashed on the wall, the floor, and his face. In frustration, Jacob punched the wall, and sat against it. For the first time in forever, Jacob cried. He wasn't bawling or anything, but crying none the less. His last thought was about his parents, and what they had died for. He couldn't do anything cooped up in here. The reality that he couldn't do anything to fight back at the moment depressed him.
He then remembered what his father told him when he was a little kid, and his dog died. He wanted to do something about it. He wished he could go back in time and stop that truck from hitting his best friend. His father looked at him and said "It is a sad province of man that he cannot change his fate, but only the way he will stand once the call of destiny arrives. And if he will have the courage to asnwer." Jacob got up and cleaned the sand off of the floor, the wise words of his father echoing through his head.
