Post by thetruth on Aug 29, 2018 13:40:38 GMT -5
-While the viewer would not be aware it has been a bit since we last saw the two boys, one clad in blue the other white, it indeed has been over a week. They are back in their treehouse and laid out before them is several dollar bills, various stacks of coins, some string, and a few pieces of gum. The one wearing glasses is thumbing through and appears to be taking an inventory and counting. The other one is hunched over eagerly awaiting the final tally. After another minute the one in glasses just shakes his head and they both seem to sigh in unison.-
"So now what? The dude used to live pretty far away from here. This isn't even enough for a coach ticket on the back of a rickshaw!"
"With this much we wouldn't even be allowed to pull it."
"Damn. I know we were paid in advance but ten dollars doesn't go very far does it?"
-They each take a minute to reflect on their current situation. They had already spent a good portion of that advance on jaw breakers and comic books and they felt no real progress in the time since the case dropped into their laps. An ominous feeling of depressing and defeat settles on their minds and the one in glasses even tilts his head backwards in frustration. Though after a second of leaning back he snaps back up, a renewed fire in his gaze.-
"Well if we can't use money to travel then we won't!"
"Come on dude stop talking crazy. We should just ask our parents to pay the guy back."
"No way. Aren't you getting interested now? I mean we've been a step behind the trail this whole time but we've managed to keep getting closer and closer. I know if we stay at it that the truth will be out there. I feel like if we don't do this we'll regret it for the rest of our lives and our detective business will close it's doors forever."
-The boy in blue uses one of his knees to prop himself up and begins pacing shortly back and forth reflecting on what his friend had just said. In his heart he knew it was right, that if this case went sour there would be a haze of uncertainty and their motivation to work on future cases would be all but lost. Yet the boy wrestled with the notion of how far they are supposed to chase the figurative carrot on the stick. He looks back to his friend and the dedication he can see on his face almost instantly pierces his doubts.-
"Alright alright already! But smart guy, how?"
"Go get your bike, a stick, a handkerchief, and all the candy and pop you can fit inside of it."
-The boy in blue sighs.-
"I can't believe you'd go that far. Heh, okay, I'll meet you back here in 30 minutes."
-The two boys separate for now and each go to their respective houses looking for their makeshift supplies. They tear apart their houses looking for the materials and don't even bother cleaning it up. After all they'd be gone for at least a day and surely someone will take of it by then. Instead of a hanky, one of the boys tears his bedsheet off and packs it to the bring, using a broomstick they found in their kitchen raid. The other a towel from one of the closets. The boy and blue pedals over to his friends in the glasses and meets him outside on the road. They just simply nod and start out.
They bike for several hours, taking very few stops to even rest. They make they way down eight lane highways, cut through people's lawns, and down several bike trails. Night falls and they decide to stop and get some rest underneath a nearby bridge. They take out a night light but finding no where to plug it in they just stand it up against the wall. They use their packs as a pillow and rest for the evening. Upon waking up a homeless person is nestled up against them for warmth. They don't mind but leave a bottle of water for the guy and leave without disturbing him.
Finally after another hour or so they make they way to a small suburban community. Their faces light up as they read the sign knowing they are that close to their destination. They push on faster than before cruising down these quiet streets. Only a few people are out and about, walking their dog and such, but the boys begin feeling that somethings off. They can almost sense each person they are passing by is eyeing them going by with a bit of malice. They just continue on anyway, they just assume this was because everyone in the neighborhood probably knew each other and were just cautious of outsiders.
They round the bend of the street the address was on and make even more effort to close the gap faster. They are sweating and panting hard, their packs bouncing so wildly that some of their contents would spill out on the road. They didn't care though, the excitement of leaving everything behind for adventure was overwhelming their common sense. They even bust out shouting in victory a few lots down and they count out each number together.
Yet, as they skid their bikes to a full stop near where the lot sign posted was the right number, their faces fell into a shocked and dejected twist. In front of them was absolutely nothing. No house, no garage, not even a driveway. Instead it looked like the entire thing was recently bulldozed and leveled out. They sat on their seats to collect themselves and even looked down and up the road again, checking their paper to see if this was really the place. It was and it was not all at the same time.
They tossed their bikes and packs down and just walk over the lot. Nothing but mounds of dirt met their feet as they plodded along. They did not even have the courage to speak to each other in fear they already knew what they other would say. They had to at least scope this place out, if only to stamp out any last trace of hope they had. The boy in glasses is seemingly the first to give up and walks back to their bike and yells over that they should just go. The boy in blue nods, turns and starts walking back but trips over something. After uttering a word of pain he looks down at a small wooden plank.
He grabs at it and tosses it aside in anger. One last act of rebellion against the cards of fate that had been dealt. This is when something catches his eye. Underneath was a small photograph with several holes due to burns. Two men are shown, in what looks like to be a ring, a banner hanging in the rafters. Though both men's faces are the victims of the holes a handshake is taking place. The boy starts to yell over for his friend and begins rising to his feet. A voice from behind then breaks through.-
"You're messing with the wrong sleeping dog kid."
-Just as the boy in blue was going to turn around to see who the voice was coming from his vision is blocked out by what he gathers was a bag. He struggles wildly by is overpowered by a huge knock in the back of his head. He can hear his friend's muffled screams for help but those too are immediately cut short. He can feel a few more stiff shots to his ribs before the pain overtakes him and he passes out.-
"So now what? The dude used to live pretty far away from here. This isn't even enough for a coach ticket on the back of a rickshaw!"
"With this much we wouldn't even be allowed to pull it."
"Damn. I know we were paid in advance but ten dollars doesn't go very far does it?"
-They each take a minute to reflect on their current situation. They had already spent a good portion of that advance on jaw breakers and comic books and they felt no real progress in the time since the case dropped into their laps. An ominous feeling of depressing and defeat settles on their minds and the one in glasses even tilts his head backwards in frustration. Though after a second of leaning back he snaps back up, a renewed fire in his gaze.-
"Well if we can't use money to travel then we won't!"
"Come on dude stop talking crazy. We should just ask our parents to pay the guy back."
"No way. Aren't you getting interested now? I mean we've been a step behind the trail this whole time but we've managed to keep getting closer and closer. I know if we stay at it that the truth will be out there. I feel like if we don't do this we'll regret it for the rest of our lives and our detective business will close it's doors forever."
-The boy in blue uses one of his knees to prop himself up and begins pacing shortly back and forth reflecting on what his friend had just said. In his heart he knew it was right, that if this case went sour there would be a haze of uncertainty and their motivation to work on future cases would be all but lost. Yet the boy wrestled with the notion of how far they are supposed to chase the figurative carrot on the stick. He looks back to his friend and the dedication he can see on his face almost instantly pierces his doubts.-
"Alright alright already! But smart guy, how?"
"Go get your bike, a stick, a handkerchief, and all the candy and pop you can fit inside of it."
-The boy in blue sighs.-
"I can't believe you'd go that far. Heh, okay, I'll meet you back here in 30 minutes."
-The two boys separate for now and each go to their respective houses looking for their makeshift supplies. They tear apart their houses looking for the materials and don't even bother cleaning it up. After all they'd be gone for at least a day and surely someone will take of it by then. Instead of a hanky, one of the boys tears his bedsheet off and packs it to the bring, using a broomstick they found in their kitchen raid. The other a towel from one of the closets. The boy and blue pedals over to his friends in the glasses and meets him outside on the road. They just simply nod and start out.
They bike for several hours, taking very few stops to even rest. They make they way down eight lane highways, cut through people's lawns, and down several bike trails. Night falls and they decide to stop and get some rest underneath a nearby bridge. They take out a night light but finding no where to plug it in they just stand it up against the wall. They use their packs as a pillow and rest for the evening. Upon waking up a homeless person is nestled up against them for warmth. They don't mind but leave a bottle of water for the guy and leave without disturbing him.
Finally after another hour or so they make they way to a small suburban community. Their faces light up as they read the sign knowing they are that close to their destination. They push on faster than before cruising down these quiet streets. Only a few people are out and about, walking their dog and such, but the boys begin feeling that somethings off. They can almost sense each person they are passing by is eyeing them going by with a bit of malice. They just continue on anyway, they just assume this was because everyone in the neighborhood probably knew each other and were just cautious of outsiders.
They round the bend of the street the address was on and make even more effort to close the gap faster. They are sweating and panting hard, their packs bouncing so wildly that some of their contents would spill out on the road. They didn't care though, the excitement of leaving everything behind for adventure was overwhelming their common sense. They even bust out shouting in victory a few lots down and they count out each number together.
Yet, as they skid their bikes to a full stop near where the lot sign posted was the right number, their faces fell into a shocked and dejected twist. In front of them was absolutely nothing. No house, no garage, not even a driveway. Instead it looked like the entire thing was recently bulldozed and leveled out. They sat on their seats to collect themselves and even looked down and up the road again, checking their paper to see if this was really the place. It was and it was not all at the same time.
They tossed their bikes and packs down and just walk over the lot. Nothing but mounds of dirt met their feet as they plodded along. They did not even have the courage to speak to each other in fear they already knew what they other would say. They had to at least scope this place out, if only to stamp out any last trace of hope they had. The boy in glasses is seemingly the first to give up and walks back to their bike and yells over that they should just go. The boy in blue nods, turns and starts walking back but trips over something. After uttering a word of pain he looks down at a small wooden plank.
He grabs at it and tosses it aside in anger. One last act of rebellion against the cards of fate that had been dealt. This is when something catches his eye. Underneath was a small photograph with several holes due to burns. Two men are shown, in what looks like to be a ring, a banner hanging in the rafters. Though both men's faces are the victims of the holes a handshake is taking place. The boy starts to yell over for his friend and begins rising to his feet. A voice from behind then breaks through.-
"You're messing with the wrong sleeping dog kid."
-Just as the boy in blue was going to turn around to see who the voice was coming from his vision is blocked out by what he gathers was a bag. He struggles wildly by is overpowered by a huge knock in the back of his head. He can hear his friend's muffled screams for help but those too are immediately cut short. He can feel a few more stiff shots to his ribs before the pain overtakes him and he passes out.-