Still looking on, Sam saw that the forever-frivolous Billy had pulled her up by her hair and she stood nearly dangling in the air. He let go of the brick he had obviously used to craft the bruises on her arms and legs and had grabbed her face to make her stare into his eyes. Her tears were now streaming down Billy’s hand as they were caught in the inescapable rivalry of their eyes. Ashley Ann’s words awoke the monstrous sin of jealousy within Sam’s heart as she uttered “I am sorry” to Billy. A devilish smile spread across Billy’s face like an outbreak of disease. Billy knew that he had overpowered the frail girl and had won an unfair fight. Sam became instantly furious and clenched his knuckles to try to drain his hatred and feelings of vengeance away. He continued to stand while his mind was imploding at the replay of the recent actions in his mind. Billy pulled Ashley’s face towards his and embraced in a kiss. It looked like Billy was not really enjoying the kiss itself, but saw it more as a souvenir of his triumph. Sam started to question everything in his mind at the sight of this repulsive deed. How could someone so pure and unadulterated love someone so malevolent? Was she forced into loving him? Why did he continue to stand there? Why was he doing nothing? Why?
Determined to snap out of these thoughts of perplexities, Sam threw his gaze off the deluded couple and started scurrying around for a weapon. He did not know what he was going to do after he confronted the corrupted Neanderthal, or even if what he was about to would be the right thing to do. There was a sudden clatter of dustbins that came from the alley in which Sam had previously walked down but he had assumed it was just a few wild cats searching for food. Seeing a broken plank of wood that had three nails protruding from it, Sam had the idea that he would be able to use it as a weapon against Billy. With two nails coming out one side and one from the other, he thought that if he were to attack Billy and missed, he could retreat the plank backwards and hopefully catch him with the lone nail. Overcome with self-realization as what he was about to seemed to be some sort of heroic act instead of always having to be the ‘damsel in distress’. Even though he had no idea what the outcome would be of his imminent actions, he had never felt so alive before in his life.
Sam stood there looking and feeling like a champion as he held his wood plank high like a sword. He was strangely confident that what he was about to do would justify the behaviour of Billy Mason. Finally believing his verdict, Sam walked passed his previous shelter on towards his adulterated adversary. Billy was holding Ashley’s arms as she held her face from the recent punch that had been thrown while Sam searched for his weapon. Sam started to regret his actions now as Ashley had clearly done or said something to anger Billy since his face was now so pale that it resembled a corpse and he was grimacing uncontrollably. Sam shouted over to Billy even though he was only a few steps in front. Without realizing that he had just said a sentence of inadequate swear words, Billy’s entire face structure changed from being infuriated to being surprised as someone had actually stood up to him and appeared not be intimidated by his macho persona.
Billy threw Ashley to the floor callously making Sam twitch. Ashley turned her head to talk to the reckless avenger and immediately screamed at Sam when she realized who it was and told him to leave instantly. Sam felt rejected at this motion and told her that he was here to rescue her whether she liked it or not. Billy sniggered at the exchange of commands they were giving and started to taunt Sam as his hidden feelings towards Ashley were now exposed and targets for dehumanization. This was how Billy loved to work. He would exploit you for your most heartfelt secret and would find great joy and triumphant with his new conquer.
Billy pulled out a knife he had been concealing in his jacket and started to polish it and admiring its wholesome beauty. Sam’s eyes darted towards the knife and were almost in a state of worship. Billy started advancing towards Sam while he was undulating the knife in a psychotic manner. Sam’s choice of weapon was clearly the bigger of the two, but was horribly beaten down by the feeling of inferiority. The coming moments would be most decisive, as one of the rivals would soon make a hit. The duo were now feet between each other both now staring directly into each other’s eyes. Each one trying to determine the others next move. Last minute fury exploded through Sam making his arm go at a speed that would put a professional boxer to shame. His quick-launch attack was somehow countered by Billy’s arm smacking the plank exactly in the middle making the plank shatter in two. Before Sam had any chance to run or deliver a punch, Billy thrust the handle of his knife into Sam’s face with such force that it caused Billy’s nose to spew out blood and probable resulting in a broken nose. Sam dropped to the floor clutching his face to try to stop the massive amount of pain he was in. Blood covered his face impairing his vision as all he could see was an onslaught of red blood. He tried honing his hearing to sense where and when Billy would strike next. This proved nearly impossible as within seconds Billy had landed a powerful kick to Sam’s back sending him into damp cardboard boxes. Billy sniggered mechanically thus throwing Sam into a state of frenzy as he shot up and ran towards the hauntingly continuous laughter and with an almighty surge of power, Sam flung himself into Billy slamming them both into the alley wall. Sam’s forehead collided with Billy’s chin sounding off a loud chime as Billy’s teeth were jarred together and releasing Billy‘s blood onto Sam. Billy let out a reluctant moan as a result from Sam’s forceful encounter and violently pushed Sam to the floor. Sam smiled a bit as he felt proud as he had inflicted pain upon him. Billy caught a glance of his sudden gleeful manifestation, pulled Sam up from beneath him and immediately shot him back down with a blow to his temple again using the handle of his knife. Massive shockwaves of pain pierced every inch of Sam’s head as he writhed on the floor, grimacing and squeezing his eyes tightly to try and wear the pain away. Disappointed at how easily Sam was hurt and damaged, Billy scowled at Sam and he raised his fist again to deliver yet another fatal blow. Sam did not dare to look up into the savage beasts face, but he knew exactly what was coming. Seconds past with no violence occurring. Though still disoriented from the recent hit, Sam opened one eye too afraid to expose himself to what might happen, and was astounded at what he was looking at. It was Billy Mason’s motionless body. Billy’s eyes were open and strangely looking into Sam’s, making him feel like Billy would always be watching him. Blood was dripping all down Billy’s face covering him in his own tainted liquid.
Sam sat there, staring into the no-longer bewitching eyes. The body looked like a stranger even to Sam. It lost all its menacing characteristics and for a moment, almost looked innocent. Those cold eyes no longer pierced the air, but were soulless and stared into a void. The skin wrapped around the body looked obsolete and dried out already. The blood that once kept the man alive flowed no more with a colour so vibrant as it lay over the man’s face, shielding the world from its once vindictive carrier. Not a breath was uttered. Not a blink was made. Not a heartbeat was felt. No longer alive, the body lay there showing just a shell of what it was once before.
A stranger was pulling Sam up from the ground. He had obviously been the one who had saved Sam from his unknown fate about to be declared by God’s own taboo creation. Now standing back on his own two feet, Sam turned round to tell the man thank you and became totally dumbfounded to discover that his saviour was none other than the local outcast, Mr. Narrats.
Overcome with disbelief and amazement of who his rescuer turned out to be, Sam stared up Mr. Narrats and said an unbelievable apology to the man who was once surrounded by a fake aura that has just been proven to be total fiction. Mr. Narrats gave a small chuckle and asked Sam to help him get Ashley Ann to her feet. Sam was put into an even bigger state of awe as Mr. Narrats voice was serene and would not fit a man who had been bombarded with the rumours he had inflicted upon him. It all seemed so surreal. Mr. Narrats seemed so happy. It could not have possibly been because of the recent violation of one of the ten commandments, but because for once in Mr. Narrats gloomy life, someone had seen the man hidden away beneath his shadowed persona and seen this caring and attentive man.
The three comrades stood in a triangle formation with each person exchanging glances and peering over to the body. It looked like they were having a conversation without words as not one of them seemed to be confused, but in deep thought about what the other person was trying tell them. Ashley Ann broke this silence and asked the two boys what they should do next. Casting a glance at each other, Sam kneeled over a pool of what he hoped to be rain water and washed his face to get the blood off. Sam pulled of his now blood stained blazer and threw it to Mr. Narrats who lit it alight with a lighter he concealed within his jacket. Then ordering the pair of schoolchildren to go home immediately and never speak of the incident again, Sam grabbed Ashley Ann and ran off back down the alley leading them away from this disastrous scene. Standing alone clutching the remains of Sam’s school blazer, Mr. Narrats cast another heart-stopping glance at the carcass praying that the matter would not resolve itself and be kept secret. Casting the burnt blazer into a trash can, Mr. Narrats hauled the body effortlessly over to a pile of rubbish and hid the body underneath.
After parting with Ashley Ann and entering his home, Sam ran up the stairs with disregard to his mother’s callings. Sam got changed and jumped into bed knowing that his mother would soon be up to question his late arrival. Waiting anxiously for his mothers visit, Sam was thinking how he could explain to his mother why he was late without mentioning to her that he had just been involved in a murder. Finally the door swung open and in plundered Sam’s mother holding a tea towel and a saucepan. Claiming that his food is stone-cold and she was worried sick, she was waving the tea towel around her head as if to try and emphasise just how worried she was. Not looking at her, Sam pulled his quilt over his head and started moaning whilst rubbing his eyes hard to make it look like he had been crying. He pulled his head out from under his quilt and exclaimed “Get out! Get out! Leave me alone, I‘m ill!”. His mother left the room silently and left Sam alone with his guilt-ridden thoughts. Sam hid back under his quilt and quivered like an erupting volcano as he thought back to the scene of Billy’s demise.
Sam spent the night, tossing and turning as he replayed the events in his head. The shrill scream of Ashley Ann played as background music to the images in Sam’s mind. Sam turned over and leapt out from his bed as the cold eyes of Billy’s dead body appeared before him, staring blankly into his. Breathing deeply with each intake striking pain in his chest. Letting go of his dresser that he gripped in fright, he ran his hands through his hair and returned back to his restless sleep.
Waking up from a only a few hours sleep, Sam lay there staring up at his ceiling wondering what he should do next. Listening to his mother sing show tunes, he realized she would be questioning him on his supposed illness and whether or not he felt like he was harbouring the start of a new germ warfare. Sam had always felt she over exaggerated on these situations as one time, she became hysterical over the idea of Sam having a common cold and told the neighbours that Sam had contracted a deadly virus and was surprised that the US government had not already nuked their home to halt the spread of it. This answered his question on what to do next as he quickly changed into his school attire and ran for the exit. Sam stopped dead as his mother called his name just inches before the door. He reluctantly walked towards his mother hoping not to be verbally abused. His mother, keeping her eyes on the morning news, informed him on a local murder. Sam’s eyes widened to reveal gaping eyes as he was afraid his mother would ask him he if knew anything. What happened next surprised Sam more however, his mother had just wanted to tell him to be safe on his way to school and watch out for any suspicious characters. What she had said sounded real, whenever she said ‘I love you’ or anything of that nature, he felt she was just saying it as a mothers duty. This tore Sam apart as he knew that if his mother found out the crime he had committed, it would be hard for her to tell Sam she loves him again. Going for the front door again, Sam’s mother called him again, but this time it was not to say be safe. She asked Sam why he was not wearing his blazer. Sam’s palms started sweating as he tried to think of what he could say. He finally tells her that he must have dropped it on the way home from school. His mother looked suspiciously towards Sam and uttered “OK” to him as he very nearly sprinted for the door. Sam’s mother let out a sigh as she thought she had once again failed to converse with her son. She got up and headed for the cabinet where she kept her secret stash of alcohol which she didn’t know Sam knew about. He would often sneak into it when he got stressed out as the sharp taste of whisky seemed to calm him down. She opened the door when the news reporter announced, “…police that have been investigating the crime reported this morning, have just informed us that they have found the charred remains of what they believe to be a recently burned school jacket featuring the schools logo dumped just metres away from the body… ”. Her bottom lip began to quiver as she tried to fight off the questions forming within her mind. She ran to the window and stared on down the street wishing that her son had no involvement with the crime. A single tear ran down her cheek showing that she actually did love her son.
Sam sat down in his Geography class after two unusually quick lessons. He took out his scruffy essay and was eager to get the day over. The classroom buzzed with excitement at the sight of no teacher. People started making paper aeroplanes and launching them around the classroom. The girls got up and wrote on the blackboard stating which boys they were ‘in love’ with now. Some even sat there talking on their cell phones. Sam however, he sat in his seat looking around at his peers and how seemingly unaware they were of what Sam had done or even of his existence. The entire classroom fell silent when the geography teacher walked in with a stern look fixed upon his face. He looked directly at Sam and told the class to attend early break. Sam was about to pick his bag up when the teacher told him to sit back down. The class all taunted Sam as they left the classroom as they all knew he was about to be in some sort of trouble. Sam sat there thinking about his inevitable fate as he rubbed the sweat off him palms into his trouser leg. The teacher walked out of the classroom and Mr. Thomas and two other smartly dressed adults walked in who were conversing in undertones. Sam’s breathing patterns quickly intensified as Mr. Thomas held a half charred blazer with the initials ‘S.N’ stitched onto it. It was over.
