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Avery McCoy- Chapter 8- The Flashback (Part 1)This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Nate Stanford | |
| Wednesday, 02 April 2008 | |
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Share it:      "The other guards should be here any minute. Not to mention Mr. Sway." Clyde said impatiently, dragging Avery to an emergency stairway. "No kidding. Mr. Sway can be a pain in the ass sometimes." Ave chuckled. Clyde and Ave had known eachother for almost 20 years now; although Clyde was 48, while Avery was only 32. Clyde was a friend of Ave's mother, and they lived in the same neighborhood. Avery was only 12 years old when they met, and Ave's mother made him refer to him as "Uncle Clyde". They would exchange Christmas gifts, and cards, and all sorts of other things. Until one day, when Avery was 17. Clyde was thirty-three at the time. Ave's younger brother Travis had been pestering him for quite some time, so Ave went to go see what the problem was. "These guys wont leave me alone!" Travis whined, although he was nearly 14. Ave checked out the back window, and saw three bulky teens. Fifteen at most. "Ignore them." Avery responded. It was only a few minutes later, when Travis appeared again. "They're throwing rocks at the window!" "Jesus christ, Travis.We'll call the cops or something when Mom gets home." Ave yelled. Travis bolted outside again. In only three minutes, Travis ran to the door again. Ave was pissed by now, so he ran to scold him. "Travis! What the **** did I say-?" Ave screamed. Travis was on the ground, breathing softly. "Whats going on?" Ave yelled again. He flipped Travis over and saw him clutching his chest. He removed the hand to oozing blood; coming out from directly where his heart was. Travis had passed out by now. Ave ran to the phone and called Clyde. "This is Clyde Barrisz. Speaking?" Clyde answered only after a ring. "CLYDE! GET OVER HERE NOW!" "Whats the problem?" "T-ravis! Something happened! Get over here!" Ave quickly hung up and ran to the back door, slamming it open and running out back towards the alley. The three guys were farther down the block, and Avery sprinted towards them. "What the **** do you want?" one shouted. "I'll ******* kill you! You ************!" Avery shouted. Rage overpowered his will to stay crafty and smart. Ave dove headfirst into the smaller one, and punched him in the face. He retaliated, by kicking Ave in the stomach, and tackling him to the ground. One of the other ones kicked him in the head. Ave grabbed ones arm, and bit it hard, blood seeping into his mouth. He screamed, giving Ave time to kick one in the stomach, and jump back up. A shot echoed through the air, and Ave nearly fainted with fear. He checked his stomach to make sure nothing hit him. But about twenty feet away, Clyde stood with a smoking rifle. One of the guys fell, and the other ones ran away. Ave fell to the ground and sobbed, wishing it had been him instead of Travis. Copyright 2008 Nate Stanford |
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