Post by ®onnie ®ude on Feb 10, 2006 2:23:33 GMT -5
Meet Miles Inwich, for all of his life Miles had been blind at birth never being able to have a chance to see the enviornment around him. However, he sought to this as punishment for being the cause of his mother's death. The life that he claimed during her pregnancy with him.
He was a Freshman student at Burlington City Highschool. One of the few african american multi-language speaking enlistees. Not the most popular but, one of the more respected individuals from the hard life that he has been through. Even though being blind a magnificent gift had been bestowed upon him. Name a game and he had mastered it.
However he has never asked for more or less but, a fair chance at a roll of the dice.
"Sevens..." He whispered as his hands let go of the die. He smirked as all grew silent and sighs of contempt were heard. His smile broadened as he extended his hand to collect the hefty amounts of cash that he had just ranked in. Each of the crispy bills visible in the reflection of his goggles.
After the noise died down and the many gamblers had left the casino he felt himself greeted with a pat on the back.
"You know kid, they were right about you...I have to say you have a gift and you ranked in alot of money today." As the man finished he withdrew a few bundles of cash and placed them in Miles' outstretched hand.
A frown graced the lad's features before a expression of disbelief. 'Does he take me for a fool?'
An uncomfortable silence pressed on until the Casino owner questioned, "Is there something wrong, boy?"
"Yes, I believe we agreed on a 45% cut on our deal. This is 35%." As he finished he moved his hands across the bills creating a crinkling sound.
A nervous laugh withdrew from the man's lips before he added on another $300 to the 15 year old's palm. "Just checking to see if your on your toes my boy."
"Right..." He spat before continuing. "Also I'd prefer it if you called me GmR as it says on our contract rather than..."
"Oh but, of course...er GmR?" The man spoke in a much to generous tone.
As he heard his name Miles smirked up at the man before reaching down to grab his belongings with the bright lights of the room glinting off his goggles. "I look forward to us doing business again."
The Casino owner held a disgusted look about as the lucky lad left his Casino with 45% of his money earned from a few of the most wealthiest and luckiest gangs around. If he didn't come to killing the boy they it would only be a matter of time before his luck ran out. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out a cellphone. Speaking into it he stated,"He's leaving now,"
"Let's just say his luck is running up short tonight." A voice chuckled through the phone.
"Just get my money and make sure nobody sees you."
Meanwhile Miles made his way outside into the cold Tokyo streets. Tide to a pole in the alley had been his dog Isaac who whinnied up at him. GmR shrugged it off as nothing more than him being cold or lonely.
"Its just too easy nowadays..." Miles whispered to his dog as it guided him down the street.
As he neared a pair of old geezers as he sought them out to be. He heard them discussing a game of chess. Then is when he grew a cocky grin and tugged the string to his canine and stopped near the two competitors. Each shouted in protest as Miles felt the pieces without knocking them down.
"Ha, your getting beat bad old man. Care for some help?"
"Oh yea, what would a young whipper snapper like you know about chess?" As he finished each began to exchange throaty laughs.
Miles only laughed with him as he moved one of the pieces as one of the old men yield in protest. "Checkmate..."
"Well I'll be..." The old geezer whispered to look at the board and back to Miles who had already left.
As they reached the train tracks Miles whispered to Isaac to keep going however the dog barked and whinnied disobediently.
"You know how father will react if he finds us late again. Not to mention I haven't even finished my homework." As he finished he yanked the leash only to tug back only the string.
"Isaac?" He whispered only to hear muffled growling noises all around him as if he were gagged and circling him.
Miles stretched out his hands and snapped his fingers to summon the dog. "Here boy!"
Suddenly a piercing yelp filled his ears. He turned in the direction of the sound only to hear complete silence afterwords. As he knelt down on the ground he felt around until his hands slide over a wet and sticky substance. Then that substance lead to him grasping a thick wad of fur laing motionlessly on the ground.
Tears poured freely from his eyes as he jerked his hand away. "Who are you? Why did you kill my dog?"
"The question is who are you kid?" A rough manly voice responded.
"Miles...my name is Miles." After stating this he stood.
"Funny, cause I never forget a face and I recall your name being GmR. I lost a fortune because of you kid."
Miles shook his head hastily."I don't know what your talking about! I swear!"
Just then a loud smack sent Miles falling to the ground clutching his face.
"Not so lucky now are we, just picture the odds of the Yakuza blowing a fortune on a blind punk like you." The man added a hard kick to the teen's ribs as he spat out each word.
As Miles began to crawl away he heard a loud ringing noise. Feeling the ground below him felt wooden planks lined up on a long railing. He was on the tracks and the train had been roaring near...
Knowing exactly where he was he rolled quickly as the train snagged onto his jacket. Miles could do nothing as his body was dragged against the dirt.
"I'm going to die." He thought to himself before he heard a ripping sound. Then with a few tugs he fell face first into the ground.
"W-where am I." He whispered feeling the ground around him.
"There he is!"
Miles heard as a screeching car pierced his ears.
It had felt as if a thousand needles pierced his skin as his body hit the ground with a sickening thud. "M-mother...I'm coming..." Were his final words as hey bled to death near the beside tracks.
He was a Freshman student at Burlington City Highschool. One of the few african american multi-language speaking enlistees. Not the most popular but, one of the more respected individuals from the hard life that he has been through. Even though being blind a magnificent gift had been bestowed upon him. Name a game and he had mastered it.
However he has never asked for more or less but, a fair chance at a roll of the dice.
"Sevens..." He whispered as his hands let go of the die. He smirked as all grew silent and sighs of contempt were heard. His smile broadened as he extended his hand to collect the hefty amounts of cash that he had just ranked in. Each of the crispy bills visible in the reflection of his goggles.
After the noise died down and the many gamblers had left the casino he felt himself greeted with a pat on the back.
"You know kid, they were right about you...I have to say you have a gift and you ranked in alot of money today." As the man finished he withdrew a few bundles of cash and placed them in Miles' outstretched hand.
A frown graced the lad's features before a expression of disbelief. 'Does he take me for a fool?'
An uncomfortable silence pressed on until the Casino owner questioned, "Is there something wrong, boy?"
"Yes, I believe we agreed on a 45% cut on our deal. This is 35%." As he finished he moved his hands across the bills creating a crinkling sound.
A nervous laugh withdrew from the man's lips before he added on another $300 to the 15 year old's palm. "Just checking to see if your on your toes my boy."
"Right..." He spat before continuing. "Also I'd prefer it if you called me GmR as it says on our contract rather than..."
"Oh but, of course...er GmR?" The man spoke in a much to generous tone.
As he heard his name Miles smirked up at the man before reaching down to grab his belongings with the bright lights of the room glinting off his goggles. "I look forward to us doing business again."
The Casino owner held a disgusted look about as the lucky lad left his Casino with 45% of his money earned from a few of the most wealthiest and luckiest gangs around. If he didn't come to killing the boy they it would only be a matter of time before his luck ran out. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out a cellphone. Speaking into it he stated,"He's leaving now,"
"Let's just say his luck is running up short tonight." A voice chuckled through the phone.
"Just get my money and make sure nobody sees you."
Meanwhile Miles made his way outside into the cold Tokyo streets. Tide to a pole in the alley had been his dog Isaac who whinnied up at him. GmR shrugged it off as nothing more than him being cold or lonely.
"Its just too easy nowadays..." Miles whispered to his dog as it guided him down the street.
As he neared a pair of old geezers as he sought them out to be. He heard them discussing a game of chess. Then is when he grew a cocky grin and tugged the string to his canine and stopped near the two competitors. Each shouted in protest as Miles felt the pieces without knocking them down.
"Ha, your getting beat bad old man. Care for some help?"
"Oh yea, what would a young whipper snapper like you know about chess?" As he finished each began to exchange throaty laughs.
Miles only laughed with him as he moved one of the pieces as one of the old men yield in protest. "Checkmate..."
"Well I'll be..." The old geezer whispered to look at the board and back to Miles who had already left.
As they reached the train tracks Miles whispered to Isaac to keep going however the dog barked and whinnied disobediently.
"You know how father will react if he finds us late again. Not to mention I haven't even finished my homework." As he finished he yanked the leash only to tug back only the string.
"Isaac?" He whispered only to hear muffled growling noises all around him as if he were gagged and circling him.
Miles stretched out his hands and snapped his fingers to summon the dog. "Here boy!"
Suddenly a piercing yelp filled his ears. He turned in the direction of the sound only to hear complete silence afterwords. As he knelt down on the ground he felt around until his hands slide over a wet and sticky substance. Then that substance lead to him grasping a thick wad of fur laing motionlessly on the ground.
Tears poured freely from his eyes as he jerked his hand away. "Who are you? Why did you kill my dog?"
"The question is who are you kid?" A rough manly voice responded.
"Miles...my name is Miles." After stating this he stood.
"Funny, cause I never forget a face and I recall your name being GmR. I lost a fortune because of you kid."
Miles shook his head hastily."I don't know what your talking about! I swear!"
Just then a loud smack sent Miles falling to the ground clutching his face.
"Not so lucky now are we, just picture the odds of the Yakuza blowing a fortune on a blind punk like you." The man added a hard kick to the teen's ribs as he spat out each word.
As Miles began to crawl away he heard a loud ringing noise. Feeling the ground below him felt wooden planks lined up on a long railing. He was on the tracks and the train had been roaring near...
Knowing exactly where he was he rolled quickly as the train snagged onto his jacket. Miles could do nothing as his body was dragged against the dirt.
"I'm going to die." He thought to himself before he heard a ripping sound. Then with a few tugs he fell face first into the ground.
"W-where am I." He whispered feeling the ground around him.
"There he is!"
Miles heard as a screeching car pierced his ears.
It had felt as if a thousand needles pierced his skin as his body hit the ground with a sickening thud. "M-mother...I'm coming..." Were his final words as hey bled to death near the beside tracks.