Evan Radley, Teenage Rogue

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.