"A Sheep Named Donovan"
Mar 23, 2015 7:01:22 GMT -5
Post by Ashley Sands on Mar 23, 2015 7:01:22 GMT -5
It had been years since he had tread upon the same area as he did now. This was where it happened and the path of his life had been forever changed. From that day forth, he had been kept away from the world. They said that he was dangerous, the he was a threat to anyone and everyone about him. They were right about the former but wrong about the latter. Only those that treated him like he was an animal, less than the human that he was, were in danger.
Crusts of snow crunched under him with each step, the hood pulled up to cover his head and face protected it from the chill of the wind as well as the cringes of anyone that was walking around in the neighborhood that early in the morning. The dawn of spring was slowly approaching, he would have expected that some people would have been more active with outdoor activities. Walking a dog, a morning jog, even to gawk at the huge hooded freaked that was stomping around by their homes, something. But the neighborhood was virtually empty. Only him, Thomas Hewitt, people deterrent.
The school was still a few blocks away but things had drastically changed over the years. He could barely recognize where he was. For the most most part, the buildings were built relatively the same as far as structure but that was where the similarities ended. Maybe the world had in fact changed during the years that he was locked away so the world would be safe from him.
"Come on! Get off!" he heard a voice yell out close by, sounding to be that of a child... a young boy. He moved along just as he had since he left home, neither slowing nor hurrying his pace in the slightest, but his steps were with more of a purpose as he wanted to at least find the source of the yelling.
Moving closer, he could hear the sounds of struggling and fighting between a couple of buildings in a wide alleyway. It was a boy held up against the stone structure of the closed store that it belonged to with a group of three others yelling at him. One looked to be the leader however as he took the lead in pushing the much smaller boy. "This the last time I'm gonna tell you, kid. Tomorrow..."
His words trailed off as he noticed the boy's gaze was not fixed upon him but drifted towards the large man at the end of the alleyway. "Fuck are you looking at? You see a sign?" Thomas said nothing but only turned his hood-shrouded face towards them, only the glint of his eyes visible through the darkness.
"Let's get out of here" the leader went on to say before walking away with his small crew. The other boy, the one that was getting pushed around, gave Thomas a long look before running off in the same direction.
Thomas only watched. Some things had not changed in the years. He would have fought them, even though that was got him sent away. The boy was week, a sheep, taking whatever beating had gotten handed down to him, talked down to like he was nothing. He only gave a sheepish smile in response to it all. Thomas did not know the boy's name, he had never seen him before in his life and would never see him again, but he would refer to him as Donovan from now on.
Crusts of snow crunched under him with each step, the hood pulled up to cover his head and face protected it from the chill of the wind as well as the cringes of anyone that was walking around in the neighborhood that early in the morning. The dawn of spring was slowly approaching, he would have expected that some people would have been more active with outdoor activities. Walking a dog, a morning jog, even to gawk at the huge hooded freaked that was stomping around by their homes, something. But the neighborhood was virtually empty. Only him, Thomas Hewitt, people deterrent.
The school was still a few blocks away but things had drastically changed over the years. He could barely recognize where he was. For the most most part, the buildings were built relatively the same as far as structure but that was where the similarities ended. Maybe the world had in fact changed during the years that he was locked away so the world would be safe from him.
"Come on! Get off!" he heard a voice yell out close by, sounding to be that of a child... a young boy. He moved along just as he had since he left home, neither slowing nor hurrying his pace in the slightest, but his steps were with more of a purpose as he wanted to at least find the source of the yelling.
Moving closer, he could hear the sounds of struggling and fighting between a couple of buildings in a wide alleyway. It was a boy held up against the stone structure of the closed store that it belonged to with a group of three others yelling at him. One looked to be the leader however as he took the lead in pushing the much smaller boy. "This the last time I'm gonna tell you, kid. Tomorrow..."
His words trailed off as he noticed the boy's gaze was not fixed upon him but drifted towards the large man at the end of the alleyway. "Fuck are you looking at? You see a sign?" Thomas said nothing but only turned his hood-shrouded face towards them, only the glint of his eyes visible through the darkness.
"Let's get out of here" the leader went on to say before walking away with his small crew. The other boy, the one that was getting pushed around, gave Thomas a long look before running off in the same direction.
Thomas only watched. Some things had not changed in the years. He would have fought them, even though that was got him sent away. The boy was week, a sheep, taking whatever beating had gotten handed down to him, talked down to like he was nothing. He only gave a sheepish smile in response to it all. Thomas did not know the boy's name, he had never seen him before in his life and would never see him again, but he would refer to him as Donovan from now on.
