Post by Alfred F. Jones on Oct 26, 2011 0:43:47 GMT -5
Edit for proboards: Right. I'm not finished with even this chapter yet, so this is just a preview for when I post it to Fanfiction.
I do not own a thing
xXx
Chapter 1: His name is Alfred
Silently, as quiet, and skilfully hidden as any speedo-clad super hero he’d seen in the Jim’s electronic shop windows each day, he moved stealthily away from his pursuers ducking and dodging from sight. He was like a detective now, or a spy, carefully evading any enemies, still unseen, even with his bright blonde hair reflecting the sun with a cowlick peeking upward, and visibly tacky clothes that made people passing by stare and shake their heads as though they were embarrassed in every way by Alfred’s very presence.
In a swift moment however, a shrub- an obvious enemy to Alfred himself- dared to get in his way, resulting in a small blonde tripping over it and falling face first into the ground.
“There he is- boy! Get over here you little bastard!” A man had noticed Alfred as he untangled himself from stray branches clinging to his pants, an irritated expression on his face at being found.
Wasting no time at all, the small American kicked the green mass away and flew towards the other side of the park, quickly losing a panting elderly in his 40’s behind him as he pushed past adults and children alike to get to his destination.
***
It wasn’t his fault. Alfred was hungry, and the man had had plenty of food to spare (he was dining at an outdoor café after all, the fanciest one in the neighbourhood at that!), warm clothes, and plenty of money to get by, he was sure!
The man had a home.
He had only taken a small bit of what the man had- he wouldn’t be missing a dollar anytime soon, and the bill was needed to pay for a small candy bar for Alfred. Speaking of which, the American made sure was still there as he sat in his favourite hide out, under a tree in the best part of the park. In his part of the park.
This tree was home- or the absolute closest thing to one. Even if he was forced to change the places that he slept at night, cautiously avoiding any suspicions from police officers or other adults, Alfred knew that he could always come back to this particular spot when he needed a rest from scavenging or a nap under the shade (not every place he resided in was ideally habitable for animals, let alone a seven year old boy).
Gazing at the stars each night between the empty leafless branches, climbing to the very top each day and sliding back to the bottom where he landed expertly on the soft grass, bare footed to feel the warm luxurious green between his small toes, and kicking dry leaves around each fall, were the reasons why Alfred loved this place over all in the world- or the little he had seen of the world, anyway.
And on lonely winter days, when the cold was visible in the air, and Alfred’s breath came out in the form of ice along with the loud chattering of his own rapidly clicking teeth, the boy would take from his beloved tree warmth; branches, and the dried leaves he would save from past seasons, and burn them in whatever hole he had to live in at the time, thinking of nothing but his tree, and the love the two of them shared.
This tree was the best Alfred had- he depended on it each day, with the change of the seasons, and despite the changing of his living spaces.
As far back as Alfred could remember, he had been alone, even as he was taken in by various care takers. None of them had truly wanted him, not after they found how much the living expenses would cost, anyway.
It didn’t surprise Alfred one bit that his latest guardians had left him one day in an alley nearest the park with promises of returning to pick him up for ice-cream later that day- this being last year, his sixth birthday exactly.
From that time on, Alfred had been scared for his life, avoiding any adults and gasping in shock at every shadow that passed over him.
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Tell me what you think then, go on. Will finish this later, I promise~
I do not own a thing
xXx
Chapter 1: His name is Alfred
Silently, as quiet, and skilfully hidden as any speedo-clad super hero he’d seen in the Jim’s electronic shop windows each day, he moved stealthily away from his pursuers ducking and dodging from sight. He was like a detective now, or a spy, carefully evading any enemies, still unseen, even with his bright blonde hair reflecting the sun with a cowlick peeking upward, and visibly tacky clothes that made people passing by stare and shake their heads as though they were embarrassed in every way by Alfred’s very presence.
In a swift moment however, a shrub- an obvious enemy to Alfred himself- dared to get in his way, resulting in a small blonde tripping over it and falling face first into the ground.
“There he is- boy! Get over here you little bastard!” A man had noticed Alfred as he untangled himself from stray branches clinging to his pants, an irritated expression on his face at being found.
Wasting no time at all, the small American kicked the green mass away and flew towards the other side of the park, quickly losing a panting elderly in his 40’s behind him as he pushed past adults and children alike to get to his destination.
***
It wasn’t his fault. Alfred was hungry, and the man had had plenty of food to spare (he was dining at an outdoor café after all, the fanciest one in the neighbourhood at that!), warm clothes, and plenty of money to get by, he was sure!
The man had a home.
He had only taken a small bit of what the man had- he wouldn’t be missing a dollar anytime soon, and the bill was needed to pay for a small candy bar for Alfred. Speaking of which, the American made sure was still there as he sat in his favourite hide out, under a tree in the best part of the park. In his part of the park.
This tree was home- or the absolute closest thing to one. Even if he was forced to change the places that he slept at night, cautiously avoiding any suspicions from police officers or other adults, Alfred knew that he could always come back to this particular spot when he needed a rest from scavenging or a nap under the shade (not every place he resided in was ideally habitable for animals, let alone a seven year old boy).
Gazing at the stars each night between the empty leafless branches, climbing to the very top each day and sliding back to the bottom where he landed expertly on the soft grass, bare footed to feel the warm luxurious green between his small toes, and kicking dry leaves around each fall, were the reasons why Alfred loved this place over all in the world- or the little he had seen of the world, anyway.
And on lonely winter days, when the cold was visible in the air, and Alfred’s breath came out in the form of ice along with the loud chattering of his own rapidly clicking teeth, the boy would take from his beloved tree warmth; branches, and the dried leaves he would save from past seasons, and burn them in whatever hole he had to live in at the time, thinking of nothing but his tree, and the love the two of them shared.
This tree was the best Alfred had- he depended on it each day, with the change of the seasons, and despite the changing of his living spaces.
As far back as Alfred could remember, he had been alone, even as he was taken in by various care takers. None of them had truly wanted him, not after they found how much the living expenses would cost, anyway.
It didn’t surprise Alfred one bit that his latest guardians had left him one day in an alley nearest the park with promises of returning to pick him up for ice-cream later that day- this being last year, his sixth birthday exactly.
From that time on, Alfred had been scared for his life, avoiding any adults and gasping in shock at every shadow that passed over him.
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Tell me what you think then, go on. Will finish this later, I promise~
