Thread: The Hopeless State (BlisteredBlood & Lilytania)

Disclaimer What you are about to read is a work of fiction. Any similarities between all parties - living or dead - is purely coincidental. ----------------------------------------------------------------- A scream sounded out before the sound of a blunt object came crashing down upon flesh and bone, splattering blood and brain matter against the floor and scattering it on the wall. Each primal howl from there on in continued to sound out with increasing viciousness followed by a cacophony of bone splintering and blood splashing for about several minutes more before an object was dropped to the ground, followed by one young man, panting out of exhaustion. The young man soon dropped onto his knees, looking down at the handiwork he had committed, having savagely bashed in another man's head in with a baseball bat. All that was left now was the the other man looking upward at the ceiling lifelessly, his face clearly broken in several different places and part of his skull caved in, complete with blood oozing out of every pare within his face. You... Said the young man, glaring at he corpse hatefully. You motherfucking bitch... Why did you have to lie to me...? He added as he continued to pant down in a state of exhaustion while his face began to wrench hard into a look of pure animalistic hatred and rage. YOU MOTHERFUCKING LIAR!!! He screamed again, his voice piercing through the night like a gunshot before he grabbed the blunt object once more, bringing it back up high over his head and then bringing it back down with a furious roar, getting the same sickening crack of bone shattering under the force of the weapon as the other man's blood spread out over the snow-covered parking lot. With that, the younger man left. ------------------------------------------------------------------ January, 2011. Central Falls, Rhode Island. A day that would begin as any other for some. Getting up early in the day, getting the kids ready for school, go to work, come on back home, eat some dinner and then go to bed then repeat the cycle once more. It had been that way for a certain 18 year old by the name of Richard Liston, a recent graduate from C.F. High School with top honors and plans to head on over to Bryant College on a scholarship. It was amazing that he even lived this long, what with the recent strings of robberies and domestic violence breaking out every so often and gang violence topping the charts every month. Yet there was one thing that Little Ricky as he was called by some of his friends - he stood only 5' 8 and weighed about 165 pounds soaking wet - had that a select few seemed to have. A natural charisma, a winning attitude, a positive outlook on life in general and seemed as though that he was poised for greatness so that he could get out of this little shitpit of a town and not be among the rest of the garbage that seemed to pile up day after day after day. At least that was what some people in the Central Falls police department said, anyway. So what was it that kept him here, living amongst the people that would be more than likely to mug him without even a second thought or possibly even kill him without giving a rip about remorse? What was it, you ask? He had a sick mother that was laid up in Miriam Hospital over in Providence at the time, having endured a marathon surgery to remove three cancerous tumors that were threatening to metastasize within her lungs. He had gone there on numerous occasions, fretting over her continuously. Each time, he would get the same don't worry about me speech from her, but that only made him worry even worse. He didn't know how his mother's Medicare would handle the outstanding medical costs, but there was one thing that Richard would do to help stem the tide. He had recently gotten himself a job over at the local Stop Stop on Broad Street, working insane hours in order to put food on the table for his out of work father and his little brother who was still attending 3rd grade over at St. Joesph preschool. Each day when he came home, the result would be the same, day in, day out and had been repeating this process for the past several months now. But tonight, when Richard finally came home to the Illinois Street apartment house after being given some much deserved time off, the first place he went was over to his room, walked over to the mirror in his room and looked himself over, sighing when he saw that his short dark brown hair had been a little too messy looking for his liking. He aimed his eyes of hazel down at the brush on the bureau then picked it up with his left hand, brushing it back away from his eyes. Once done, he then walked over to his closet and took his Suicide Silence logo shirt out before tossing it over to the bed then peeled his uniform shirt off and tossed it over to the hamper across the room, it landing inside of the basket. Swish. Richard mused to himself with a bit of sarcasm and chuckled to himself with a shake of his head before walking over to his other shirt on the bed, picked it up and pulled that over his head and arms. He would then walk over to the desk in the room, scrounged up some loose change and stuffed it into his right jeans pocket along with his cell phone he got last Christmas. Following this, he went back out of the house after telling his dad that he was going to head over to the Providence Place Mall, stating that he was going to meet up with a friend of his there then left, heading for the bus stop on Dexter Street.