Chapter 10 life ain't a fairy tale The villains be victorious
May the 22nd
2025 10:28 am
A father named Harold, Harold sits on his chair. He rocks and rocks, enjoying the peace of the moment. Even though the door is closed, he can still hear his children playing, screaming at the TV, and his wife scolding them calling him to help her out with the kids.
He has a 14-year-old daughter and a 16-year-old son. Both of them are high achievers, the pride and joy of his lifemuch different than he was at their age. He had been a bad man, involved in gangs and a plethora of crimes. Some of them he never did time for.
But as you know, no matter how bad a man is, you can still tell how good he is when he finds a woman he's willing to move forward with.
A man who will bury his past bury the very mentality he once lived by for a better future. For her, for himself, and for their family.
You know I always thought the past was like zombies in a way. Once someone's a zombie, they're dead. They're gone. No longer able to move forward, no longer able to contribute to the future.
But just like the past coming back to bite you, a zombie will rise up from the grave, digging itself out. It seeks only destruction and pain, finishing and continuing a job that should have been left buried long ago.
A van that had circled the block two or three times finally slowed to a stop in front of the porch. The father felt a knot tighten in his gut. Something was wrong. He slipped on his glasses and froze. A familiar emblem stared back at him from the side of the van. His eyes widened in horror.
"Get the kids and hide," he told his wife sharply, slamming the door shut behind her.
A high-pitched ringing began in his ears, but he forced himself to ignore it. His hand reached for the AR-15 resting by the rocking chair.
Before he could take action, a strange heat began to rise through his body boiling, spreading. At first, he didn't think much of it. It wasn't that bad.
He raised the shotgun.
Then more heat sharp and sudden stabbed through his chest and legs. He staggered, confused. Instinctively, he touched his chest and felt something wet.
Liquid.
He collapsed.
It wasn't until he hit the floor that he understood the heat had been pain.
And the liquid?
Was his own blood.
Deandre
[walks out holding a Glock 9] "All right, surround the house. Make sure no one leaves that bitch especially Alyssa. Leave her ass to me."
Let's move out.
ch-ck-CHAK. (Cock gun)
March 25th 2025 12:56pm
Travian: "Hey fine shortys. Y'all are definitely new here. Let me teach you how we do things around here."
Travian points the gun at their temple.
"And don't fucking test me, 'cause I'll blow the seeds out your apple-headed ass."
Hazel: "Does he know the gun isn't loaded, or is he hoping we would think it's loaded?"
Selene
"Hush. Also, we've been over this you're never supposed to assume a gun isn't loaded."
Hazel
*"Oh, it's pretty obvious. First, by the sound of him swinging itit sounds like there's no bullets in the mag.
Second, the way he's acting, it's like he's overcompensating for something.
Pointing a gun at someone is all you really needed to do. Also"*
She takes a closer look.
"Is he really holding the gun sideways?
Selene
"This is my first time getting robbed. You will not fuck this up for me."
Travian
"What the fuck are you crazy bitches talking about? Quit playing I'm airing this mother fucker out!"
Hazel
Holds up one finger.
*"Hey, can you give us a minute? We're new to this. So don't be rude.
Anyway, Hazel turn to me and started whispering in my ear this is my first time getting robbed too how am I supposed to act?"*
Selene
"Use damsel-in-distress protocol."
Hazel
"But that never works."
Selene
"Only because we tried to use it on Ma. Just follow my lead."
I used to watch those old Southern Wild West movies with Ma.
The women in them always acted flattering and fragile.
I shall use those women as the basis for how I can become a damsel.
Eh-hemmm.
Ahem…
"Oh, dahrlin', please don't go hurtin' us now. Take whatever you got a mind to, but I'm beggin' ya leave my chastity intact. Just… please don't pull that trigger, sir. I-I'm beggin' ya."
Travian
*did I just scare the southern in this bitch . And why is she talking like this without expression on her face She looks so unbothered even a deadpan?
Hazel
Pffft
Hazel face scrunches, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as a smile she she's been fighting against begins to grow on her face.
(Whisper)"Hazel, don't you dare laugh."
"Me? Laugh? Never."
"You do it all the damn time!!!"
Travian looked at his garden in defeat
It's weird. I don't even know if I want to rob these fools anymore they definitely on some kind of drug ecstasy maybe I don't know and I really don't need."*
You know... I went too far with this. Just give me the money. So I can leave I won't hurt any of you."
Selene
"I'm sorry Mr. We have no money to give."
"Bitch, don't even lie to me! That car may look run-down, but It's still limousine. I know y'all got paper I won't let y'all waste all my damn time and get nothing out of it."
"Hazel raised her hands close to her chest in a cylinder expression
We were in a rush to get here, and I'm already late for orientation. We don't have any money on us."
"I tried to de-escalate using my best weak dance or skills Please sir... don't hurt us. We're just poor girl seeking a better life we're willing to do anything."
Travian
"Hold on... you said anything, right?"
Selene
"Yes. Anything. Just please don't hurt us."
(internally) He bit the damsel in distress act work
Hazel looked at me.
Then she looked at Travian.
She did it two more times, her gaze bouncing back and forth.
Then she squinted her eyes, caressing her chin slowly.
She seemed to be thinking…
…and then her eyes lit up.
"Wait....Oh hell nah. We are not taking it there."
She screams at the top of your lungs.
"I'm scared! Please don't hurt me! Please, somebody help!"
She looks around and sees Xavian staring in the background.
"You there! Please help us! We need you! Please, save us!"
Xavian (internally)
Come on… please don't look at me, bro.
I mean, I feel bad for those poor girls
just reached orientation and they're already gettin' held at gunpoint.
That's tuff, man.
But I don't know what that's got to do with me, though…
…and why she screamed my name like I'm Batman or Daredevil or something.
they even don't seem too bothered about it.
Well, I guess everyone wants to be saved or want to believe someone will be able to save them and stress the situations.
I mean Travian's not looking though he has his focus completely on them.
He's wide open. I can…
Travian's gun is cocked, pointed at Hazel and Selene while he continues yelling at them.
Ya No.
I turn around and walk away, not even giving a second glance.
One thing I forgot to mention about me is that I'm a massive coward.
Well… I guess in that situation, I'm not being cowardly I'm being smart.
The dude has a gun, after all.
But I'm also not going to report what's happening, so maybe it is pretty cowardly.
Who knows.
The point is
I've always been a coward.
End of chapter