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The Pack Circle / Re: Stray Sheep
« Last post by Mustang MKIII on February 24, 2013, 06:39:31 pm »Stray Sheep Cpt 4
Francis Mutton
“Morning Francis.”
“How’d you sleep sweetie?”
“Good morning Mom, Dad. I had another nightmare.” God my eyes are sore I wish I could just get some sleep, there’s always so much smoke now. At least the pancakes smell good.
“I know the thought of your friends getting hurt in the fire could be upsetting and all, but it’s been over a week, how could you be having such vivid nightmares for this long when no one even got hurt? You weren’t even there; you went home after you fainted right?”
“Y-yeah.” Lucky they had to work that afternoon.
“Knock it off Harold. Francis is just sensitive, it’s not that unusual.”
“Sorry if I made ya feel bad. I know you’ve been having a bit of a rough time lately and I’m just a little worried about you, you know.”
“That’s okay Dad. The pancakes are really good Mom. I’m gonna go to my room for a little bit if that’s okay with you guys.”
“Fine, but you really should get some fresh air though, maybe hang out with Maddie today, she’s been over every day since the fire asking for you. The least you could do is tell the poor girl that you’re not feeling well yourself.” Crap, I’m starting to tear up, I gotta stop thinking about that.
I could’ve gotten Maddie killed. I could’ve gotten a lot of people killed. No, no, no, nononononon stop thinking about it dammit. I don’t like Richard or George, but I wasn’t trying to hurt them. Oh god I came so close to being a murderer. Stop thinking. I wish I could just stop thinking about it. I’m not a terrible person, nobody got hurt. I hate this feeling. This hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach really sucks. Wait, was that the doorbell?
“Francis, Maddie is at the door. I’m not going to send her away again. Pushing you friends away is never a good idea. Sometimes, just talking with a good friend can make ya feel better; even if it’s only for a little bit.”
“O–okay. Send her up.” Gotta keep it together.
“Francis! It’s so good to see you again.” Man, she really has a strong grip.
“It’s good to see you too Maddie, but you’re crushing my ribs.”
“Hey, it isn’t my fault you’re freakishly small.”
“Maybe I’m perfect size and everyone else is freakishly large?”
“That would almost work, but you’re the only teenager I know who is still too short to ride rollercoasters.”
“Touché.” I’ve missed hanging out with her. “So, how’ve you been lately?”
“I’ve been alright.”
“W–wait don’t sit on the bed!”
“Why not?” Aw man. She could probably hear and feel the bed liner. “Is there a plastic sheet on your bed? I thought you got rid of that when you were like eleven?"
“I–I–I haven’t been s–sleeping well lately.” She probably thinks I’m such a loser.
“It’s okay Francis, I won’t tell anyone. I understand that it’s probably just stress over what happened at the play. The fire was a little scary, but thankfully no one got hurt, and we never have to go back there again, which is always a plus. Eh, Francis, I actually wanted to ask you about that night. You disappeared right before the fire started, the police said you were the only person who was unaccounted for, and you’ve been hiding in your house for over a week. Was it you?” Oh my god. No, no, not here. Not in front of her. I need to sit down. “Did you start the fire?”
“W–w–well, I–I, d–I’m so sorry!” Dammit, now I’m crying in front of her too. Stop dammit! Stop. “I d–d–did st–st–st–start the f–fire, but it w–was an accident! I swear! After I fainted, I wanted t–t–to get back at Richard, s–s-so I c–climbed onto the c–catwalk to pour s–some p–p–p–paint on him. I sl–slipped with the paint can because it w–was too heavy and I ended up breaking the light! I’m so sorry I was just trying to get back at them; I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone. I c–could’ve hurt a lot of people, I could’ve hurt you. I’m so sorry!” This is the worst day of my life. Maddie is either gonna hate me or think I’m a loser. She might even turn me into the police.
Huh, she’s hugging me again.” It’s okay Francis. I won’t tell anyone about this either; I know you would never try to hurt anyone one, let alone me. Besides, you didn’t hurt anybody and really, most people are happy to see part of that school go up in flames anyways. I’m not going to rat you out, not over something like this.”
“T–thanks Maddie.” She is my best friend and she will always be my friend. She is an amazing person.
“What are friends for? Ya know. Anyways, I think you could use a distraction. Lets go to the arcade or see a movie or something. You should probably wash your face; you’re a bit of a mess right now.”
“I was gonna do that. I’ll meet you outside.” Feels good to finally let that all out. Bawling like that was really embarrassing, but I feel better.
“Man that movie sucked, hahaha. I mean why would werewolves turn rainbow furred during the day instead of turning into humans?” Dusk was so terrible it was funny.
“I know and was the film’s budget so low that none of the main characters could wear a shirt.”
“Thanks for brining me out here Maddie. I really needed some time to just relax and stop thinking for a bit.”
“No problem Francis. I had a good time too.”
“You know, even before the fire I was too caught up in my own issues, I forgot to properly congratulate you on making Shepherd. So kudos. You really deserve it.”
“Aw, thanks. My parents are throwing me a big fancy banquet to celebrate it. You and your parents are invited. The rsvp is coming in the mail.”
“Cool.”
What's that homeless guy doing? "Worship the mighty Sin-Eater, the Chupacabra and his goat agents. Convert to Chupacabranism today."
"Do you know what that guy is talking about Francis?"
"Not a clue." The guy sounds like a whack-job
“So are you going to talk to a counselor or your parents about what happened?”
“I don’t think so. A counselor might turn me into the police and my parents would be really disappointed in me and I don’t know if I could handle that. Besides, talking to you helped enough.” I hope so at least.
“If you say so.”
“Hey, what time is it? My phone is dead?”
“Hold on, I need to turn my on my phone. It’s 4:37 and I have a missed call and message on my phone.” I wonder who called her. “Oh my god. Kevin got beat up. My parents took him to the emergency room. The call wasn’t that long ago they’re probably still there. I’m sorry I should go.”
“It’s okay, I just hope your brother is okay. I need to get home anyways.” Who in the hell would beat up Kevin? He’s a cool little kid. “See you later.”
“Bye.”
It’ll be dark soon. I should probably go through the woods. I can reach the suburbs quicker that way. Taking the bus or walking around the woods would take a lot longer. I’ll just have to move quickly. Trees, trees everywhere, they could fall, and to nobody they’d share. Heh, I should write that one d— bloody hell! What just hit me in the face?
“You tried to kill us! You psycho arsonist!” That’s what hit me: George’s mace-like fist.
“It w–wasn’t me. Gah–“ That was my stomach.
“Shut up! You were the only person who wasn’t accounted for after the fire and you hate us. So, were you jealous? Was it some sort of revenge? Well it didn’t work! George, hit him in the face again.” Crap, this is the first time I’ve heard Richard this mad.
“Well, at least m–my two black eyes will match.” I’m on the ground again.
“Shut up! You tried to burn us alive and you’re making jokes! You’re an animal! Tried to kill us! All of you Sheep are animals! Just jealous of us Shepherds and Sheepdogs!”
“Rich, shut up.”
“Did you just tell me to shut up George?”
“Yeah. Take back what you said about Sheep.”
“Why?”
“You know my mom is a Sheep. So take it back!” Roaring like a lion. I’ve never heard him argue with Richard before.
“No, what I said is true and I stand by that. We are better than them.”
“Take it back!”
“No.”
I hope this works. “Hey George. Richard think’s he’s better than you too. Why do you think he hasn’t laid a hand on me this whole time? You never throw witty insults at me. Richard has just been giving you orders this whole time. He thinks he’s better than you. He thinks Shepherds are better than Sheepdogs.”
“Make him shut up George.”
“Answer the question. Do you think Shepherds are better than Sheepdogs? That you’re better than me?”
“Yes. Certain people are meant for certain stations in life. It’s inevitable that some people are going to be superior to others. I’m of the caste meant to lead and you’r—“
Holy crap. I always thought George was the line for Richard’s douchiness. I never thought I’d see George turn on him. “Get the hell out of here Richard! Or I’ll kick your ass like I did Francis.”
“That’s just not cool George. Not cool.”
"Rich, get the hell out of here!"
Oh crap George is walking over here. “Did you start that fire?”
“No.”
“Well then, listen up. Richard was beating you up, when I happened along and pulled him off of you. This is what you’re going to tell the hospital and the police. I’ll back your story up. If you don’t, those black eyes will be the least of your worries. Come on, let’s get you to the hospital.” God my ribs are sore.
“Just two black eyes and some bruised ribs. You’re lucky that boy found you when he did. Officer Hanlon is going to take your statement and your parents are on their way.” Man this hospital is noisy.
Geez this cop is gigantic. “Anal Beads there son, now who did this to you, what does he look like, and where did it happen?”
“T–t–this guy I know, Richard Hawkins attacked me just outside of the woods near the movie theatre. He’s about 5’6, white, blond hair, blue eyes.”
“Yeah, that’s who did it and what happened. I clocked that jerk real good before he ran off.” Least George is holding up his end of the deal.
“Good work George. Could you please leave the room so I can ask Francis here about a private matter?” What does he want with me?
Francis Mutton
“Morning Francis.”
“How’d you sleep sweetie?”
“Good morning Mom, Dad. I had another nightmare.” God my eyes are sore I wish I could just get some sleep, there’s always so much smoke now. At least the pancakes smell good.
“I know the thought of your friends getting hurt in the fire could be upsetting and all, but it’s been over a week, how could you be having such vivid nightmares for this long when no one even got hurt? You weren’t even there; you went home after you fainted right?”
“Y-yeah.” Lucky they had to work that afternoon.
“Knock it off Harold. Francis is just sensitive, it’s not that unusual.”
“Sorry if I made ya feel bad. I know you’ve been having a bit of a rough time lately and I’m just a little worried about you, you know.”
“That’s okay Dad. The pancakes are really good Mom. I’m gonna go to my room for a little bit if that’s okay with you guys.”
“Fine, but you really should get some fresh air though, maybe hang out with Maddie today, she’s been over every day since the fire asking for you. The least you could do is tell the poor girl that you’re not feeling well yourself.” Crap, I’m starting to tear up, I gotta stop thinking about that.
I could’ve gotten Maddie killed. I could’ve gotten a lot of people killed. No, no, no, nononononon stop thinking about it dammit. I don’t like Richard or George, but I wasn’t trying to hurt them. Oh god I came so close to being a murderer. Stop thinking. I wish I could just stop thinking about it. I’m not a terrible person, nobody got hurt. I hate this feeling. This hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach really sucks. Wait, was that the doorbell?
“Francis, Maddie is at the door. I’m not going to send her away again. Pushing you friends away is never a good idea. Sometimes, just talking with a good friend can make ya feel better; even if it’s only for a little bit.”
“O–okay. Send her up.” Gotta keep it together.
“Francis! It’s so good to see you again.” Man, she really has a strong grip.
“It’s good to see you too Maddie, but you’re crushing my ribs.”
“Hey, it isn’t my fault you’re freakishly small.”
“Maybe I’m perfect size and everyone else is freakishly large?”
“That would almost work, but you’re the only teenager I know who is still too short to ride rollercoasters.”
“Touché.” I’ve missed hanging out with her. “So, how’ve you been lately?”
“I’ve been alright.”
“W–wait don’t sit on the bed!”
“Why not?” Aw man. She could probably hear and feel the bed liner. “Is there a plastic sheet on your bed? I thought you got rid of that when you were like eleven?"
“I–I–I haven’t been s–sleeping well lately.” She probably thinks I’m such a loser.
“It’s okay Francis, I won’t tell anyone. I understand that it’s probably just stress over what happened at the play. The fire was a little scary, but thankfully no one got hurt, and we never have to go back there again, which is always a plus. Eh, Francis, I actually wanted to ask you about that night. You disappeared right before the fire started, the police said you were the only person who was unaccounted for, and you’ve been hiding in your house for over a week. Was it you?” Oh my god. No, no, not here. Not in front of her. I need to sit down. “Did you start the fire?”
“W–w–well, I–I, d–I’m so sorry!” Dammit, now I’m crying in front of her too. Stop dammit! Stop. “I d–d–did st–st–st–start the f–fire, but it w–was an accident! I swear! After I fainted, I wanted t–t–to get back at Richard, s–s-so I c–climbed onto the c–catwalk to pour s–some p–p–p–paint on him. I sl–slipped with the paint can because it w–was too heavy and I ended up breaking the light! I’m so sorry I was just trying to get back at them; I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone. I c–could’ve hurt a lot of people, I could’ve hurt you. I’m so sorry!” This is the worst day of my life. Maddie is either gonna hate me or think I’m a loser. She might even turn me into the police.
Huh, she’s hugging me again.” It’s okay Francis. I won’t tell anyone about this either; I know you would never try to hurt anyone one, let alone me. Besides, you didn’t hurt anybody and really, most people are happy to see part of that school go up in flames anyways. I’m not going to rat you out, not over something like this.”
“T–thanks Maddie.” She is my best friend and she will always be my friend. She is an amazing person.
“What are friends for? Ya know. Anyways, I think you could use a distraction. Lets go to the arcade or see a movie or something. You should probably wash your face; you’re a bit of a mess right now.”
“I was gonna do that. I’ll meet you outside.” Feels good to finally let that all out. Bawling like that was really embarrassing, but I feel better.
* * *
“Man that movie sucked, hahaha. I mean why would werewolves turn rainbow furred during the day instead of turning into humans?” Dusk was so terrible it was funny.
“I know and was the film’s budget so low that none of the main characters could wear a shirt.”
“Thanks for brining me out here Maddie. I really needed some time to just relax and stop thinking for a bit.”
“No problem Francis. I had a good time too.”
“You know, even before the fire I was too caught up in my own issues, I forgot to properly congratulate you on making Shepherd. So kudos. You really deserve it.”
“Aw, thanks. My parents are throwing me a big fancy banquet to celebrate it. You and your parents are invited. The rsvp is coming in the mail.”
“Cool.”
What's that homeless guy doing? "Worship the mighty Sin-Eater, the Chupacabra and his goat agents. Convert to Chupacabranism today."
"Do you know what that guy is talking about Francis?"
"Not a clue." The guy sounds like a whack-job
“So are you going to talk to a counselor or your parents about what happened?”
“I don’t think so. A counselor might turn me into the police and my parents would be really disappointed in me and I don’t know if I could handle that. Besides, talking to you helped enough.” I hope so at least.
“If you say so.”
“Hey, what time is it? My phone is dead?”
“Hold on, I need to turn my on my phone. It’s 4:37 and I have a missed call and message on my phone.” I wonder who called her. “Oh my god. Kevin got beat up. My parents took him to the emergency room. The call wasn’t that long ago they’re probably still there. I’m sorry I should go.”
“It’s okay, I just hope your brother is okay. I need to get home anyways.” Who in the hell would beat up Kevin? He’s a cool little kid. “See you later.”
“Bye.”
It’ll be dark soon. I should probably go through the woods. I can reach the suburbs quicker that way. Taking the bus or walking around the woods would take a lot longer. I’ll just have to move quickly. Trees, trees everywhere, they could fall, and to nobody they’d share. Heh, I should write that one d— bloody hell! What just hit me in the face?
“You tried to kill us! You psycho arsonist!” That’s what hit me: George’s mace-like fist.
“It w–wasn’t me. Gah–“ That was my stomach.
“Shut up! You were the only person who wasn’t accounted for after the fire and you hate us. So, were you jealous? Was it some sort of revenge? Well it didn’t work! George, hit him in the face again.” Crap, this is the first time I’ve heard Richard this mad.
“Well, at least m–my two black eyes will match.” I’m on the ground again.
“Shut up! You tried to burn us alive and you’re making jokes! You’re an animal! Tried to kill us! All of you Sheep are animals! Just jealous of us Shepherds and Sheepdogs!”
“Rich, shut up.”
“Did you just tell me to shut up George?”
“Yeah. Take back what you said about Sheep.”
“Why?”
“You know my mom is a Sheep. So take it back!” Roaring like a lion. I’ve never heard him argue with Richard before.
“No, what I said is true and I stand by that. We are better than them.”
“Take it back!”
“No.”
I hope this works. “Hey George. Richard think’s he’s better than you too. Why do you think he hasn’t laid a hand on me this whole time? You never throw witty insults at me. Richard has just been giving you orders this whole time. He thinks he’s better than you. He thinks Shepherds are better than Sheepdogs.”
“Make him shut up George.”
“Answer the question. Do you think Shepherds are better than Sheepdogs? That you’re better than me?”
“Yes. Certain people are meant for certain stations in life. It’s inevitable that some people are going to be superior to others. I’m of the caste meant to lead and you’r—“
Holy crap. I always thought George was the line for Richard’s douchiness. I never thought I’d see George turn on him. “Get the hell out of here Richard! Or I’ll kick your ass like I did Francis.”
“That’s just not cool George. Not cool.”
"Rich, get the hell out of here!"
Oh crap George is walking over here. “Did you start that fire?”
“No.”
“Well then, listen up. Richard was beating you up, when I happened along and pulled him off of you. This is what you’re going to tell the hospital and the police. I’ll back your story up. If you don’t, those black eyes will be the least of your worries. Come on, let’s get you to the hospital.” God my ribs are sore.
* * *
“Just two black eyes and some bruised ribs. You’re lucky that boy found you when he did. Officer Hanlon is going to take your statement and your parents are on their way.” Man this hospital is noisy.
Geez this cop is gigantic. “Anal Beads there son, now who did this to you, what does he look like, and where did it happen?”
“T–t–this guy I know, Richard Hawkins attacked me just outside of the woods near the movie theatre. He’s about 5’6, white, blond hair, blue eyes.”
“Yeah, that’s who did it and what happened. I clocked that jerk real good before he ran off.” Least George is holding up his end of the deal.
“Good work George. Could you please leave the room so I can ask Francis here about a private matter?” What does he want with me?