Attacks and an anger problem.

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Attacks and an anger problem.

Post by DoS Archive » Fri Oct 15, 2004 12:41 pm

From: dreystarke@aol.com (DreyStarke)
Date: 06 Sep 1999 19:58:59 EDT

He's never achieved a reputation of someone angry. Never in his life. Why has he been so uptight? He was outrageous with his problems. He blamed, he was pathetic, and he was just sour. He's become what he feared he would be, the hunted... He believed he could handle himself from these swines that call themselve's 'mobsters.' Sorry excuses for rats, is what they were.

He had been attacked daily now, whether it was some pompous, beer bellied imbecile, or some illiterate hitman paid by a retarded, smelly gang member. Why did he kill... "The Grand Duke?' Even the name was corny. He should be dragged out to a street and shot just for earning such a name, the dimwit.

He was now attacked outside the Arena, being kicked down the stairs, and people got to watch. They got to watch Drey get beaten to a pulp. This was only one small incident of the many ambushes he has received in his walks. He was growing tired and it showed dearly. He grimaced over everything, creating a habit of smoking, and became distant from his once close friends.

What was he to do? Was he to search for these rodents that call themselves hitmen? As a matter of fact, no. He is going to hide. Drey, the impudent snob, fled. He drifted away for no one to see. He was scared, terrified, and everyone "supposedly" knew it. He was afraid of gaining sympathy, and boy did he hate sympathy. He gained sardonic, disdainful thoughts about that sort of nonsense.
Sympathy can shove it's nose into someone elses business, matter of factly.

One last attack before he was on his way. Drey chopped the idiots hand off to move back inside the Arena and drop it, letting it rot upon the floorboards until some chump picked it up. He then walked out without acknowledging a single soul, saddened.

A short break was in progress.





((Author's note: If any of you saw the scenes in the Arena, saw his mood swings, or even his smoking habit. Anything that concerned you, please, feel free to add on with your own writings. :P))
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