Kevin: Letting loose.Mature

My life was perfect. And all because some bad-asses killed my parents. I was so grateful for their heartless, violent nature. I was even more thrilled knowing that my life was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

There had been robberies and firefights all over the city, and it looked as though some of my new found comrades were involved. I told them to go practice being bad-asses, and hell, that's exactly what they did.

I was at that particular moment, sitting on the couch watching TV. I suspected it would be one of the last times I did this. Hell, it was one of my firsts.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. I didn't know who it could be, but I didn't really give it any thought. I hadn't done anything wrong.

Yet.

I scampered happily over to the door and threw it open.

Ahh...shit.

Three masked men were at the door, all three holding large sub-machine guns and pointing them straight at my face.

I sighed. "Really? I try to watch TV for five seconds and next thing I know---"

"Put your hands in the air!" one of the masked men ordered, grabbing me by the shoulder and hurrying me out the door.

I was tempted to, you know, spin around, deck him in the face, and beat the crap out of them. But then I realized...I couldn't fight. I had never fought before. Never even tried once.

The men led me to a car and started to force me in.

Is there any harm in trying?

Just as they were starting to force me into the vehicle, I stuck out my foot and stopped myself. I quickly turned and shoved my elbow right into the leading man's gut, then spun around and swung my fist right into the back of his neck, sending him into the dirt.

I turned to meet a fist, which collided with my cheek bone and sent me sprawling to the ground.

Well, I suppose there is a little harm in trying...

 The other two men grabbed me and pulled me to my feet.

"You son of a bitch!" the leading man yelled, holding his neck in pain as he slowly picked himself off the ground. He wiped some dust off then walked towards me. The two men holding me pushed me forward to meet him. 

I put up my hand to give him a good slap in the face, but instead was stopped with a knee to the groin. I collapsed to my knees, holding my (now) flattened balls. I fell face first into the dirt and groaned as the men resumed stuffing me into the car.

"WAIT!" the leading man yelled.

The men stopped.

"Put him in the trunk," he said with a sneer, as he climbed into the front seat.

They pulled me out of the car and threw open the trunk.

What's wrong with me?! Why can't I fight?!

It wasn't only the pain in my groin. It was something else. What could it be? My parents? Maybe it was because my parents had always made me control my anger. I wasn't allowed to get in fights. Even if the enemy hit me first.

But they were gone. Why did I care? It didn't matter. I could just let loose. I could let all the anger that I bottled up out. On a person that could try to fight back.

It was time to just let loose.

Let loose.

Then...I did.

"Yo bitches," I growled. "Wanna hear a joke?"

The two men didn't respond. The black man just continued to push me into the trunk, while the white man just stared with his arms folded.

"Do you wanna hear a joke?"

"Go ahead," one of them muttered.

"What's black, white, and red all over?"

"A newspaper," one of them said with a sigh.

"Nope," I said with a smirk.

The black man frowned. "Then what---"

Without warning, I swung up my leg into the black man's temple, which sent him flying back into the other man. They both hit the dirt like a sack of bricks. I jumped out of the trunk and grabbed them by the shoulders and pulled them to their feet. I grabbed both of them by the hair and tugged them back. Blood splashed all over their faces as I smashed their heads together, and dropped them. They slumped to the ground and didn't move.

"That's what's black, white, and red all over."

Suddenly, the leading man jumped out of the car. He forced a pistol right to my head. "My orders are to take you alive, so I will...but if you pull another stunt like---"

"Like this?" I offered, as I slapped the gun out of his hand. It fell into the sand next to us. He started to reach out his hand for it, so I grabbed his hand, spun him around so his back was facing me. I then proceeded to pants him, yep all the way, so that his bare-ass was showing. Then I pushed him. He stumbled forward and fell onto all fours. I smiled. I backed up, then ran forward. I kicked as hard as I could, shoving my foot up his ass.

"Like that?" I asked, now a little disgusted, realizing it isn't that easy to pull your foot back out.

"FUCK YOU!!" the man squealed as he slithered on the ground like a snake.

I laughed to myself as I finally tugged my foot free.

I looked at my shoe.

Shit. Literally.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go call the police," I muttered, turning and starting back towards my house. I stopped. "And clean my shoe." 

The End

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