Message #39284

[CrazyHobo]

Chapter 2
   Fairview, a city, which is famous for it’s monolithic skyscrapers, that reach out almost to the sky, especially the huge tower of Secrenom Inc, which was almost three times bigger then the Empire State building in New York. The city center was a place, where it seemed as if Mother Nature was not allowed into that part of the megapolis, for there was no green, save for the traffic lights. Everything in the city center was highly technological and modern: huge screen TVs hovered on buildings, luxurious cars would drive in that part and navigate freely, as the roads were designed in such a way, that canceled any possibility of a traffic jam.
   There was one building, a rather high one, called “iBod electronics”. The exteriour of the building was made of mirrors, which were polished daily. The eastern wall leads to the river. That is where the Man was coming from. He had walked for a good five hours, still not smiling after what had happened that morning. Hr he had reached the wall of mirrors and stopped to take a look at himself: he was of medium height, about 180cm, his brown hair had grown to the length of his shoulders and the looked as if they were covered in some oil, as the hair was greasy and dirty. His exhausted, but watchful eyes were concentrated on his beard. In time it grew to be very big, concealing most of his face in it. The Man turned his face down to take a look at his clothes: he wore a tattered brown trench coat, with a dirty white shirt under it. On his legs he had some badly tattered and messed up jeans and old black shoes were on his feet. He gave himself one last look, gave out a loud sigh and began to think to himself:
“Is this what I was preparing for all my life? Have I spent my youth on studying to become a nobody? I remember times, when I would not go to a party only to study, thinking I would be successful, while others would perish. And what turned out of this? I am a nobody, even though my IQ is higher then almost this entire city’s population, while my rival from the past has become a millionaire, even though he’s a naïve person. What legacy will I leave behind myself? I need something to happen, something, that would continue the plot of my meaningless life and hope, that something good happens.”
   With these thoughts he turned his back to the mirror wall and sat down, leaning to the wall and closed his eyes right after giving out another loud sigh. He sat like that for atleast 10 minutes, ignoring the dozens of people, that walked past him, until he slowly opened his eyes and got up. He was hungry once again. The Man went past an Italian restaurant. There was a small alley between the restaurant and a hotel. The Man went in it and noticed the green waste container. He no longer felt ashamed of digging in garbage for food. He opened the can and began his search for “gold in a bucket of ****”. No longer was his mind clouded with thoughts of his existence or meaning of life. His mind had diverted into a primal or animalistic state, where only one thing bothered him: food. And after 10 minutes of prowling in a garbage can he found a semi-rotten cabbage. He tore off the rotten layer to find a decent piece. He held it in his hands to take a glimps at it, before consuming. He did not feel himself nourished, but the cabbage would atleast keep him going for some time.
  The clock in form of a pizza with a chef on it was showing, that the time was 14:30. The Man thoughts to himself, that it was time to head back to his “home”. And he went past the mirror wall, went another five hours, before reaching the park, where the day had started. Some people, that were present for the Man’s morning “confession” still walked the park. He ignored them. He simply had no need to look at anyone. The Man would continue walking down the road, his head pointed down, until he heard a gentle female voice, which somehow contrasted with the rest of the crowd’s voices. He raised his head to see two beautiful females in their twenties. The one with the gentle voice was a head shorter then the Man, her hair was of a bright color, close to gold. Her friend had dark curvy hair and was slightly taller than the bright girl. The Man did not know what was so special but her voice got his attention. He stopped thinking about his pathetic life and was now focused entirely on the lady with bright hair. He thought, that she was the most beautiful person in the world and her seemed like a thousand angels singing. There was a decent distance between them, so the girls couldn’t smell the Man’s stench. He continued following them, gazing at the bright girl all the way. During the walk he began thinking to himself:
 “Some things never change no matter what. Despite my current state, I still cant resist all, that is aesthetic. What a beautiful girl. If it weren’t for my status, I would not hesitate to speak with her and ask her out for a cup of tea or coffe. But what can I hope for now? I despise myself so much, I am ashamed to get closer than five meters. This day just cant get any worse now, cant it?”
  They would continue walking near the river until they reached a bridge, that crossed the river. The Man kept following the two girls until the duo reached the bridge. The Man’s attention turned away from the girls for a moment and turned to a group of young men on the other side of the bridge. When the group was close to the ladies, the Man stopped to observe the group: four kids in their 18s. The Man could see one with his hair in dreadlocks, wearing an upper part of a costume colored black. He wore nothing under the jacket, exposing his torso. His legs had brown leather pants on them and wore black shoes. The second one was bald, but wore a golden chain on his neck. He had a white t-shirt and on his legs were blue jeans, his feet had white trainers. The third one had a white suit with a blue shirt under it. His hair was dark and short. The fourth one had shoulder length hair, which was jett black. He wore a black trench coat and under it was a black t-shirt with the words “death to freedom” on it. All four were crunching crunching their fists, as if they were heading to a fight. The Man stopped at the beginning of the bridge and waited to see what would happen.
 “A bunch of kids with and aggressive look on their faces head towards two lovely ladies…how predictable. Judging by their look, I’m guessing they are some bastardly womanizers…Well, maybe I’ll stay here and observe just a little more.”
 The Man could see how the four had began talking with the two girls, but he could not see the reaction of the later, because they were facing him with their backs, but he could perfectly see, that the bright haired one was a bit uncomfortable, because she held hands crossed and lowered her head a bit. Her friend, on the other, was more confident: she moved her hands up and down, she chatted with the four, but the Man could not hear a word. The Man decided to take a closer look at the situation, so he began to shamble his way to the group in his usual walking manner. When he was only 10 meeters away from them, he noticed, that the kid with dreadlocks grabbed the bright girl’s side after which he received an instant slap on the face. The kid’s face was now half red and his eyes were full of hatred, the Man could see how the kid was gritting his teeth and giving out something, that sounded like a dog growling. That is the moment, when our “hero” understood, that things are starting to get bad, so he continued his shambling move in a slightly quicker pace.
 A mere five meters away, the ki8d had pushed the bright haired girl. Quite hard, I should say: she fell just a foot away from the Man. The Man made another few steps and then he stood there silently, shielding the girl behind him. The girl’s friend had came to help her get up, while the Man just stared at the kid with a look of contempt. After a short time, the kid lashed at the Man with a question: “What the **** are you looking at, you crazy hobo?”
The man stood silent for a few seconds, then said:
“I’m looking at a kid, that just showed his dogs how big of a man he is, by pushing a girl…pathetic” The Man spoke with a very low tembered voice with a small accent, that sounded somewhat close to a russian one.
 The kid in return began to yell at the Man for calling him a kid, swearing at him excessively, almost to the point, where he would say “****” after every word, then began asking the Man in a rude manner, wheter the Man knew who the kid was, to which the Man replied:
“You’re a predictable child, that dresses in expensive clothes to show his status, but deep inside, you feel lonely, because there really is no one to keep you company: no one is pathetic as you”.
 After that statement, the kid was full of rage and lunged at the Man, swinging his fist back to gain more power for his strike. The Man just stood there, still eyeing the kid with a look on his face full of contempt, until the very last moment, when our hero raised his right hand and simply pushed the kid’s fist the left. As the blow went right by his ears, the Man slapped the kid with his fist of the same hand, that parried the attack. The kid shambled a bit to his left, stood there stunned for a second or two, then turned to the Man, having even more rage. That’s when the Man understood what’s wrong: after a few years of eating little and doing little to no physical exercises, he lost a good portion of his muscle mass from when he was younger, so his blow enough to stun a person for a second, but that was the limit of his strength. The Man understood that a bit too late, as all four of his opponents lunged at him and began to brutally beat him down. When the Man fell to the ground, he could see, that the two girls had ran far away and were out of harm’s way…that was before a heavy kick was delivered to his gut.
  After about 3 minutes of beating him up, the four’s rage had lowered. After they all spat on the barely breathing Man, they left in the direction of the girls, leaving the Man to his fate.
 As he lay there in his own blood, all bruised and broken, the Man began to hope for some assistance or intervention. He hoped, that the girls would come with aid to him, or that they called the police and someone would come save him, or a pedestrian would be passing by and call an ambulance. But no one ever came. He just laid there, all alone and not able to move at the moment, because of the sheer pain he felt from each part of his body…and no one ever came to help.
 The Man had lost all hope and began to wonder, whether he would die right now or not, but then his mind focused to a greater matter: will anything change from either outcome? Will anything change, if he survives? His last thought was, that it would be much better to just die, then continue this life. Then his eyes closed and his mind fell into a dark void.
 And no one ever came to help.