CHAPTER ONE / The First Crime
A certain old man was resting on a bench in a park. The park was filled with greenery, and most of all, it was peaceful. Then, all of a sudden, a little boy stood in front of the old man.
“Oi! Old man, I’ve got just the right thing for ya!”
The boy then sneakily reached inside his coat. It was hard to see what was inside, but you could see rows of musty cigarette boxes that seemed a decade old (I wouldn’t be surprised if the cigarettes were just a pile of flakes), and rows of packets filled with some mysterious white powder. The young boy pulled out a packet with the white powder and started wagging it in front of the old man’s face like he was showing it off.
“Let me tell you a secret; this ‘snack’ is one-of-a-kind! You’ll feel the pleasures of the world with just one lick, and you know what? I’ll give it to you for only 24 dollars!”
This “snack” wasn’t only suspicious, but was also charged twice as much as a meal! Old Man (what we’ll call him for now) was, of course, not going to buy it.
He, considering what the young boy said as a child’s ambition, replied, “Young boy, don’t go wasting your glorious youth on selling them drugs. Drugs like that are illegal and only do harm to people, and you wouldn’t want that now, would you?”
The boy’s cheeky face suddenly turned into a scowl. He wasn’t all that happy about some old man figuring out his trick.
“Hm?! So what if I’m selling drugs? What’cha gonna do about that?!”
Old Man then had a wonderful idea: why doesn’t he look after the boy? He thought that maybe he could act as a fatherly figure for the young boy. So he dragged the boy to his home.
The boy, currently being dragged by Old Man, started screaming, “Let go of me!! Help, help!”
Now you might be thinking, “Oh, can’t the boy just run away? I mean, isn’t the guy just an old man?” Well, you see, Old Man wasn’t just some “old man,” he was a former pro-athlete! To Old Man, the boy’s struggle was the same as a kitten’s against a mother cat. Also, the few people that were at the park are long gone by now. At this time of the day, most people are working or staying at their homes.
The two finally arrived at Old Man’s home. Instead of it being some small bungalow, it was a mansion! The boy, having just realised this, stared with his eyes wide open and his jaw dropped to the floor.
“Well sonny boy, you can stay here for a while, imma take a nap now.” The old man then took the boy into his mansion (this is a 100% not kidnapping) and into the living room.
While the old man was going up the stairs to sleep, the boy shouted out enthusiastically, “Don’t worry, I’ll be a good boy and stay put!”
Old Man just nodded in approval and went to his room.
Once Old Man left, the boy went from his “innocent child” face to his “definitely going to do something bad” face. The boy looked around the room, scheming something. There were expensive items and antiques decorated all over the living room, but the boy was mostly interested in the expensive china. Cups, plates, pots, even some weird-looking figures were made of porcelain. Did I mention this old man was rich, because damn, he’s rich! And like any other cheeky child, the boy stuffed all the porcelain (didn’t spare a single one, how merciless) and ran out the door with practically £1,000+ of worth of china in his coat pockets!
Old Man, about 15 minutes after his nap, woke up with all his energy restored. He combed his hair (if any was left) and tidied his clothes up in the bedroom bathroom. He was thinking of some life-changing lessons to teach the boy, so he would grow up to be a fine young man, but then the old man saw. One, the boy was gone, and two, all his expensive china was gone.
“That little rat...”
Old Man was angry, so like anyone would, he grabbed his trustworthy baseball bat (you know, the type an American father and son would use to have a talk over catch), got into a one-second running position, and zoomed out of the mansion like a rocket! For the average person, searching the big city for a small boy would be like finding a needle in a haystack. For Old Man, well, let’s just say he would’ve found it immediately. Old Man, in less than two minutes, found the young boy prancing around happily in an alleyway. The boy had absolutely no time to react to a certain danger known as an “old man.” Old Man, suddenly stepped in front of the boy and grabbed him by the collar.
“Well lookee here, if it isn’t the rat who stole too much cheese to eat, someone needs a little spanking!!”
The boy’s eyes widened in horror as he realised the gravity of his actions. The old man took the bat (you know, the father-and son-talk baseball bat) and started beating the boy up with it. The boy was in a turtle position and was practically screaming like a madman, until eventually speaking became too hard for him. His arms and legs gave out in about 30 seconds. By a minute, the boy had gone limp, or rather dead. Old Man, satisfied, left the lifeless body of the boy in the alleyway and walked away.
Of course, the old man felt something after his crime; he felt sincerely proud of himself.
