Evan Radley, Teenage Rogue
I’m done with school,
so I walk home. As I approach my house, instantly I know something is wrong.
The garage door is covered in gunshot holes. I dash up the steps and rip the
front the front door open. I see a trail of blood leading toward the basement.
Slowly, I make my way toward the basement. I grip the doorknob. Carefully, I
turn the knob. I open the door and see a sight I will never forget. A strange
man is standing over my mother’s dead body and is sawing away at my now dead
father’s neck. Then he looks up at me and smiles. Then in a flash het throws
the knife. I do a backflip over the knife and catch it mid-flip.
“You wouldn’t
understand, I’m just that cool,” I jeer at him.
The man makes a run
for it. Luckily I have ninja reflexes. I dash after him, knife still in hand.
He kicks down the front door and keeps running. I hurdle the door. Suddenly he
stops, and before I know it he flings a knife in my direction. I run towards
the city, hoping to avoid too much attention. A knife flies over my head and I
grab it. I fling it over my head and it lodges in an old man's skull. I
hurdle a trashcan and run down an alleyway. I hear sirens as I run up a wall. I
jump from roof to roof running as fast as I can. I come to the edge of town and
leap off the building. I run to the woods on the outskirts of town.
I find some wood and
chop it up to build a small fire. I huddle next to the fire for an hour.
Eventually, I decide that I should build a lean-to for shelter before it gets
dark. I get up and survey the surroundings. I see a lot of trash lying
around, so I sift through it. I grab an old tarp, some charred plywood, and a
few old shovel handles. I fashion a small hut leaning against a tree. I climb
inside and slowly drift off to sleep.
I wake to the sound of
twigs snapping. I shrug and assume that it is just an animal. I go to get some
food out of my pack and I hear the sound again. I crawl over and I peek out of
a hole in the tarp. I look left and see a leg. Worried that it is a policeman,
I grab a nearby stick and whack the leg as hard as I can. Much to my surprise,
the stick snaps on his leg. The person doesn't cry out either. I crawl out with
my hands in the air. I look up at the figure. It is a man that appears to be in
his 30's. He has a short beard that says that he probably is homeless. I heave
a sigh of relief as it is not a policeman.
"What are you
doing outside my hut," I question harshly.
"I was curious as
to why you were living here," the man said honestly.
"Well, why are
you out here?"
"Because I'm a
freakin' hobo!" the man yells.
"Well, then why
do you think that I am living out here?"
"Because you are
a hobo?"
"WRONG! Some
idiot killed my parents," I explain.
"I just killed
two adults yesterday," the man boasts.
"Did you saw
their heads off?" I question.
"Yes, as a matter
of fact I did," he said.
"MY NAME IS EVAN
RADLEY AND YOU KILLED MY PAPA AND MAMA, PREPARE TO DIE!!" I grab a pitchfork
and charge. The man tried to say something but I didn't give a crap. I shove
the pitchfork through his neck.
"I didn't kill
your parents, you idiot!"
"Oh... whoops my
mistake I hope you don't go to hell," I say not very
sympathetically. I run away before anything else happens.
Later in the story,
Evan finds out that the man he stuck a pitchfork into, didn’t die. His name was
Marcus. Later they become friends.
