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Hickman County, Tennessee May 22, 2008 1230 hours The Nameless Boy cringed as he listened to the stupid rhyme again. "Red Rover! Red Rover!" Sometimes he hated the Math. It was always right, and that's why he believed that sometimes he just hated it. No matter how hard you tried � if you didn't want something to happen � it would. Because that's the way life worked. And life sucked. Right now, the Math was killing him. The Law of Averages (always bound to catch up with you) was doing a damn good job at it now. There were fewer people in his people-chain linked fence then the one opposite him. As more people disappeared to the other side, whether through their own lack of grace or the will of some mystical Red Rover creature, his chances of being called out were becoming greater and greater. Yeah, he hated the Math all right, hated it like honey. "We call Brian over!!!" Oh God!!! He cringed again. Then, even more stupid laughing from them. How could these people enjoy this!!! He took a breath picking out his target � Brianne � the snobby bitch who would never put a decent day's work in her entire life; the little redhead who called her mummy every day and talked incessantly about absolutely nothing. Maybe he was jealous that he didn't have any parents to call and talk incessantly about nothing with. Or maybe, he thought, as the kids across from him swung their arms higher and higher, maybe he liked her!!! If he had had any food or drink in his mouth he would have spit it out at the thought. Him!!! Like Brianne!!! No way! He narrowed his eyes focusing on her little arm covered in an expensive blue sweater her mummy got her and especially where her fingers entwined themselves around Sean's. He was lucky, the front of her hand and the back of Sean's (the stronger one) were facing him � it would only be that much easier to break through. The Nameless Boy bent forward and began his run, wind in his hair, kids cheering, screaming, laughing, as he aimed at his target. He took a perverse pleasure in the look of horror on Brianne's face the second she had realized that she was the intended Red Rover target area. It was classic, a Kodak moment, even. He smirked as he crashed into them, Sean's hand no longer able to grasp with his fingers as his wrist was bent awkwardly back, Brianne, no longer having anything to hold on to, lost her grip as well. He raised his arms in victory as the kids across the way cheered. He had won. He had succeeded. He had beaten the machine called the Red Rover. And they loved him for it. He smiled at Brianne and Sean who just smirked back at him. Okay, maybe the game was just the tiniest bit of enjoyable. Later that night... The Nameless Boy packed an extra pack of socks into his worn backpack swearing to himself that he had better think about utilizing the new one lest this one fall apart at a crucial moment. No, this one was special...this was his, he would never use anything but It for something this important. "Ok, socks, shirt, shoes, underwear." He held up the Spiderman underwear and grimaced. Really � did they think he was still into this kids stuff? In disgust he packed them anyway, near the bottom though, in case the pack decided to split open at an inopportune time. A pair of pants, a t-shirt (thankfully not a matching Spiderman one), and a sweatshirt. That should be good enough, he thought, as he carefully pulled the ties together. He placed the fully packed bag next to his nightstand and kicking off his slippers climbed into the blue plaid warmth of his bed. He was ready. This was when he liked the Math. He knew one of these nights someone would come for him. He didn't know when, or why, or even how he knew this...but he did. He felt it. Each night would be one night closer to whatever that was going to happen - to finally do just that - happen. He grabbed the Spiderman alarm clock with a slight scowl on his face. He secretly could not wait until Star Wars Episode 8 came out, then at least he could get a cool Jedi alarm clock or something. Spiderman 3 had sucked, in his opinion, and he could not wait to finally toss away all the silly memorabilia. He set the alarm carefully, ten minutes late. Even prodigy boys had a schedule to keep and his schedule still included being late to his morning class. "Red Rover, Red Rover," he sang quietly as he turned off the small lamp and his room plunged into darkness. "We call Brian over." He lay in his bed pulling his blue plaid comforter up to his chest. He tried the name out again. "Brian," he whispered softly. When was the last time he had uttered this useless word? He didn't know. Perhaps he would ponder it more tomorrow during one of Miss. Ammerman's boring as all hell lectures. But not tonight, he was too tired. He closed his eyes and drifted off into a dreamscape of happy Red Rovers... Return |
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