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Short Story: Streets of Melsborough (Jason Hrick's Perspective)

Discussion in 'Creation Station' started by Spaughtyena, Apr 23, 2012.

  1. Streets of Melsborough
    By: Darkness41

    I awoke. Awoke to the sound of ringing, the same ringing I heard every morning, I slapped my paw across the button on my alarm quickly silencing it, I looked at the time; 12:20pm, I rubbed a paw across my face, and stood up, stretching my back with a jerk, and a few pops. Like every time I wake up, I took a left, leading into my bathroom, several cracks in the concrete caused me to stub my toe, Ignoring it, I shambled to the sink, still partially asleep, I ran the sink, after a few sputters, it reluctantly allowed me to wash my face with the murky liquid that came out. I brushed my teeth with a finger, and looked into the mirror, like every time, the same brown furred face stared back at me, I moved back into my living room, and shrugged on some jeans and a T-shirt I had left on the futon overnight, I was almost awake now. I thought of coffee, and decided it was a good choice. I went to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator snatched a quarter full Tim's and placed it in the micro-wave, I looked out the door to the alley. I wasn't happy about living in a basement, or the fact that my only door led out to a dirty alleyway, but the rent was easy to pay for someone living on social security checks. A closer inspection outside my door revealed I had left my car lights on. “Gives me a reason to go outside I guess” I said it to myself, not because I wanted to, but there had been no talking all morning, and I had to break the silence. I got in my car after grabbing my coffee, and took a few sips, thinking about my day: First I'd finish my coffee, and go to the Husky to fill up my car, then I'd go to the police station, and see if they'd found anything about the whereabouts of my daughter, then I'd buy a newspaper after hearing they'd come up with nothing.

    As the day progressed I had found that my assumptions were right on base, the police had turned up nothing, and I was about to find that the newspaper was rather disappointing as well, I was on my way home, when a the pang of hunger hit me. I checked my wallet, 20$. I knew that this money had to last me at least another 3 days before I got my check in again. If I was about to make the money last, I was going to take a stop at the Seven Eleven and grab some food there. “Not the best thing in the world for me” I thought, but I quickly corrected myself, why did I care what was healthy for me? My main goal was to stay alive long enough to see my daughter again. It's been one year since she disappeared, and neither me or the police had found one ounce of a tip, somehow I had convinced myself the police weren't the ones who did it, but now, with the lack of evidence coming from them I wasn't so sure, then again, I have done no better.

    I pulled into the Seven Eleven, and walked in. The lady at the register was Pam, a short stocky human woman, she had long brown hair down to her shoulders, and pale green eyes. “Afternoon Jason, come in for something to eat right? I swear you're the only one who eats the food here! Eating here this often can't be healthy!”
    I gave a fake smile back “Yeah well someones got to eat this crap.” I grabbed two hot dogs from the vendor and walked up to the counter, she typed them in.
    “Four-sixteen.” she said with an outstretched palm and I ave her the money, but she didn't let my paw go, instead she drew me in, “Have you found her yet Jay?” her eyes were gleaming with worry.

    “No, but I'll keep looking, don't worry Pam.” she released my paw. I drove out of the store, and began to drive home. As I ate, I began opening the paper I had got at the stand, I got it free as it was a year old, I read the listings, and eventually came across an article titled: “Lost in the Dark” it was about a murder, and how the assailant entered the house and killed the residents with a family trophy, I scanned it a few times over before my eyes snapped to a pattern regarding the sentences:

    Just this morning...
    Adding to the drama...
    Somehow the victims...
    On top of the current...
    Nevertheless they will...

    In all my excitement for finding this I nearly inhaled a piece of meat, barely saving myself from choking, I looked at where the article was published: 33, Anson Ave. I didn't know why, but I felt this was a sign, either that or the desperate search for my daughter had finally made me insane. Any time for re-thinking was taken by the drive I had to go to this Anson Ave. As I drove I realized this part of town was a part I have never traversed before, It was the middle and upper class section of Melsborough. Finally, I arrived at a decrepit building, that was leaning on Its side, a large hole was dug underneath it, it had been used as an office building if my memory served correcly but the hole was most likely by the demolition team for the placement of TNT.

    I got out of my car, and looked to either side. Surprisingly the demolition team nor any townsfolk were outside. I contemplated going inside, but the heavy latch, and chains told me otherwise. However, there still was the option of going underneath the building, however unsafe that may be I thought. I looked around me once more, this time making sure no-one could sneak up on me and see me crawling underneath the building. I positioned myself under the house and already a blast of foul decay and mold filled my nostrils, I curled back, and covered my muzzle with my paws “Son of a B, that's awful!” I braced myself for another attempt to dive under the building, this time I took a breath away from the building. I immediately found the source of the odor, as there were more than a few dead vermin strewn about the freshly dug pit. After countless minutes of searching, I came across a box, though its origin was cleverly hidden by soot and ash from the recent digging, I grabbed it. It was held firmly in place, but with a few quick tugs, I released it from it's imminent demise via the TNT.

    I squeezed my way out from under the building, again seeing no-one observing my hazardous display. I gave a harsh blow on the surface, and a few firm wipes, scraping off the caked on dirt and dust, underneath was once vibrant purple letters naming the brand of shoes within: “Gracey's” At this my heart Skipped a beat, I knew this was no Coincident, I forced the box open inside was a Blue piece of paper folded into an intricate star, I hastily unfolded it. It read: “Blue canoe for two” after a moment or two of thinking, I understood, “The summer camp!” I exclaimed, a year ago before Grace was taken away I had taken her to a summer camp called Bluestone. Ironically I had rented a blue canoe for just the two of us, this was what the note was describing. I jumped into my car and began driving to this camp. I knew exactly where it was for the first time in a while I felt happy, excited and fearful for my daughter, but I just kept driving. “Don't worry, daddy's gonna find you, and it'll all be OK, It has to be!” those were the last words I said before making a hasty turn.

    I tuned the radio, some music will help I thought sadly there was no music, the disc Jockey was talking currently, mostly weather and politics, I didn't pay much attention, until I heard this: “Alright folks, we'll do one more news check at 5: 30, but now I've got a caller just in a little girl's got a message for her daddy, go ahead kiddo, I'm sure he'll be happy to hear your voice.” after I heard a most familiar voice, It was my daughter's “Hello daddy, I know your listening, so I want you to know this: You left me all alone, I'm scared, and you hurt me, so now your going to get hurt, really bad right before you--” My attention was ripped from the radio as I heard the blaring horn of a transport, and it's blinding lights right in front of me, there wasn't enough time for me to avoid it – we collided and....

    ..And I awake. Awake to the sound of ringing, the same ringing I hear every morning, I however didn't silence it this time, instead I curled myself into a ball, and cried, I cried for my daughter, for me, and for the fact that the only time I hear her voice is in a dream, and that I have given up all hope....


    The End...
     
  2. Not that bad of a story, and it also gives me a bit more indepth story of the roleplay I am taking part in. Great job on it :)
     

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