FOREWORD
The story you're about to read contains some real life events that has happened to me in my life...
At first, i didn't know whenever to make this into a story or not because of this event, but its contains themes that has been untouched on Gaia (at least i think so).
I want to thank my friends who have somehow inspired me to write this down on paper (or on the computer at least...)
Enjoy the story biggrin - Lee-Full_Davis
A lot of weird stuff has happened to me in the past year or so, but then again, i'm not your normal person either. (Well if you've seen a man that can shoot energy attacks from his hands, or can lift a 10 tons of steel with one hand, or can fly at supersonic speeds, would you consider THAT normal?)
In the past year, i have been knocked into enough walls to send me to hospital, been electrocuted so many times that my hair goes all Frankenstein and (recently) been throw off a 75ft tower! (theres a long list to this...) You could say that physically (despite the way i look), i'm virtually indestructible....
But in terms of Mentality and Emotionally? Well, I can't really answer that one....Because what i've just seen has made me wonder if i really do have a heart and soul...
Lee-Full's Log book - 15/08/12
Part ONE - Loss - 22/11/12
Cannock - Area Unknown
Three people were running towards a house, trying taking shelter from the rain; a minute ago it was a beautiful day but then all that change when dark clouds covered it and began to rain hard.
The three people got inside the house, took off their rain soaked jackets and entered the living room. One of them was a brunette woman with brown eyes, wearing a black shirt, black jeans and dark shoes; she sat on the chair and put her hands in her face.
the second person person came in, only this person was a slightly muscular man with green eyes. He was wearing a black hooded top, grey trousers and white trainers. When he came in the living room, he saw the woman crying softly and came to put his arms round her shoulder to comfort her.
The third person, who was also a man, was wearing a brown, battered jacket (which was slightly wet because of the downpour), blue-torn jeans and white shoes, came in, looking a little worried.
'Its been a 3 months now, Sam.... Where could he be'? asked the third person.
Sam just looked at him with his green eyes, which were filled with some sadness and replied, 'Nick, Don't worry, he'll come back...'
The woman raised her head, 2 streams of tears running down her face, and moved her arm to pick up a gold picture frame. There were 5 people in that photo; She, Nick, another person (His name was Aaron, his name written on the bottom like the others) Sam and two other people was in the photo. She was looking at the person next to her.
This person, who was a man, was wearing a long black leather coat, dark jeans, black shoes. He had sliver glasses, pale blue eyes and a devilishly, playful grin on his face.
She looked at the person and started to cry again, clutching the photo frame softly. Nick walked out the room. After a minute or so, Nick came back, looking a little confused.
'All Lee had took with him on that day was his jacket, but he left his phone and wallet here.....Why has he run away like this....' Nick asked Sam.
All of a sudden, Sam gave Nick a weird, but guility stare and then turned his eyes towards the crying woman. After a minute of looking at both of them, Nick finally caught on to what he was trying to say.
'Oh God Sam...' Nick said silently, looking at Sam, who went to comfort the her again.
'Where are you Lee...' she cried softly, her voice echoed like a fallen angel.
*
Birmingham City - under the Canal Bridge
The rain hasn't started in Birmingham, in fact; they're still enjoying the sunny weather. Despite the mad confusion that happened in the heart of Birmingham several months ago, everyone is getting along with their lives. The crowd of people were coming in and out of several buildings, carrying shopping and entering cars and buses. But even Birmingham has untold secrets; One of them is the Canal Bridge...
The Canal Bridge, which is a long, but wide tunnel, is home to the homeless, the broken and those who have lost everything in life; but they all treated each other like family.
Amoung the broken and homeless lay a man whose back was against the tall, curved wall. He was wearing a long, leather black jacket (the right sleece was ripped apart somehow), but no shirt, A pair of worn-out black jeans, and some faded black shoes. His face, however, was covered by the shadows.
Meanwhile, a woman, who was speaking to some of the other homeless people.
Is that the person?' she asked three people; all three of them nodded slowly. She then started walking towards the man. She was wearing clothes similar to the man, only her clothes were travel-worn; but her entire body seem to radiate with some kind of mystical power. She looked at the man curiously, and sat next to him.
'Are you the new guy that everyone keeps talking about?' asked the woman nicely.
At first, the man didn't speak to her or moved an inch; the woman thought that he was weak because he hasn't eaten for three months. 'Poor thing...' she muttered gently, she looked at him peacefully, then got up. She was about to walk when an arm reached out suddenly. She looked to see that the man was indeed asleep, but he was in kind of dream.
'Why...did...you...' the man spoke slowly, his voice sounded a little rough, but there was something sad....and dark in his voice. After a few minutes of mindless mumbling, he went back to sleep.
'Mate, are you alright?' the woman asked as she got him into the light; but when she saw his face, she laid him on the floor gently.
The other homeless people told her that he has been here for at least three months, but yet he still looked the same as he did when he first showed up out of nowhere
The man had brown, spiked up hair; some of his front strands of hair had gone grey. He had lightly scratched sliver glasses. The woman lift up his glasses and opened his eyes gently to see that he had pale blue eyes, which seemed to have lost some of its colour. The woman looked at him twice before realising he was shivering.
'Does anyone have a spare blanket, this guy is seriously ill!' the woman shouted. Several seconds later, a blanket was given to her, who covered the man to keep him a little warm. A man, who appeared to be the leader of the slums of the Canal Bridge, walked up to him and placed a (cheap) can of cola next to his arm.
'Whats happened to him? she asked the leader, who looked somewhat upset.
'He's been down here for three months, lying in his usual spot. We offered him food and water, but he wouldn't take it. He said he would be fine. but because of the state of the slums nowadays, he might have a bad cold, but he didn't say anything to anyone. Whenever i speak to him, he always looks real weak and tired, because of not having food and that', said the Leader, whose gaze was fixed on the man, who finally stopped shivering.
'Why did he come here, of all places, when i heard he had one of the nicest, warmest houses in Britain?' She asked the Leader.
'I can probably tell from the conversation i had with him yesterday; but i'm not going to repeat it here...' The Leader replied sadly.
Both of them looked at the man and then carried on walking to the end of the canal river , where food and drink was being given out by some rich workers in suits.
'Hey up, we have a lady present!' shouted one of the workers. The other workers were shouting happily.
'Knock it off, Marcus', said the Woman defiantly. She was about picked up two small crates of supplies when Marcus put his foot on one of the crates.
'You're only allowed one box, Garnet, you should know that by now', said Marcus.
'The other crates not for me, its for that man over there', Garnet replied back. Marcus looked over at the man, who was still sleeping quietly. There was an evil glint in the workers eyes.
'Lads, looks like we're gonna have a party tonight!' Shouted Marcus.
The other workers laughed and walked with Marcus; Garnet knew what he was gonna do next. The homeless people also knew and watched as Marcus stepped over to the man and took the blanket off him.
'GET UP, YOU FILTHY VERMIN!!' Marcus shouted as he kicked the man, forcing to crawl a little. the other workers laughed malicously as he began to kick hard in the stomach, the man started to throw up a little.
'Leave him alone; whats he ever done to you!' Garnet shouted.
'You know the rules Garnet, newcomers always get beaten up till they know who the real masters are!' Shouted Marcus, he picked him up and hurled him to the other workers. Two of them held him up whilst Marcus began to punch him.
After a few minutes, Marcus went to the man and forced him open his eyes.
'Who is the real master, punk!?' Marcus asked as he punched him in the face, knocking his glasses off. The man didn't speak though.
'Looks like he could do with another beating!!!' Marcus shouted to everyone, But then one of the other workers stopped him.
'Hey Marcus, the guys got a necklace there', one of the workers said, pointing at the necklace that was hanging from one of his leather pockets.
Marcus took the necklace from his pocket; a photograph was wrapped around the necklace. Marcus and the other workers looked at the photograph; five people were in the photo, all of them were smiling.
'Check out the pretty brunette!' Marcus said. He didn't know anyone in that photo (let alone where this woman lived!), but he wanted to make the man suffer.
'We'll be going now', Marcus shouted victoriously. 'I think i'll keep this necklace and this photo; but theres one thing i wanna do before i leave', Marcus said with evil pride
The other homeless people felt sorry for the man, but felt powerless against Marcus and his men
Marcus went up to the broken man and whispered something in his ear.
'I hope i find this...' he read the back of the photo, 'Laurel; i'm gonna take her away from you and kill her...' He finished this and punched him harder than last time. The man fell to the floor, unable to move or think.
'Marcus, you...' Garnet was about to speak, but she felt an faint energy within the broken man
Oddly enough, Marcus and the other workers also felt something from the man, 'Come on Lads, i don't think he's done yet; Lets finished him off for good!'
As the workers began to move forward, Garnet cried 'Lee!' and ran towards the weak man and hugged him, shocking everyone.
'So thats his name...' The Leader thought.
The Leader was shocked as well, but at least he knew that someone out there did care for him
Marcus, on the other hand, was not affected by this; in fact it made him more evil. He grabbed her and hurled her, full force, into the river. She screamed as her death was drawing nearer, Marcus's men was laughing whilst the homeless people cried out for someone to help her...
Someone did....
Something moved so fast that when Garnet opened her eyes; instead of awaiting death, she was back on the ground. She looked to see that Lee, despite being punched, kicked and tormented, was standing on both feet, and next to him was a pile of bodies. One by one, the workers got up and ran as fast as they could. As they all left, Lee picked up the necklace and photograph and put it back in his pocket, before fainting because of energy loss.
Garnet walked towards Lee, and as she hugged him again; two soft tears ran down her face, comforting him like Sam did with Laurel whilst she was crying.
The Leader was right in the end; someone out there did care for him
End of Part One
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