Storytime with Astil

[Astil]

First of all thanks to all the people who helped in "I Need a Brit" Hopefully this isn't too bad. I'll keep posting the story as it progresses in my mind. Feel free to post constructive criticism. And most of all enjoy :D.

[Astil]

Chapter 1

A Day that Changed His Life

 

When most people say, “I had a day that changed my life” it usually refers to some chance meeting with a future spouse or even getting a big promotion. However, things could never be that simple for Dominic Wilson. His day was a series of events that would forever haunt him until the day he died. For Dominic it was this day, these 24 hours that changed his life.

 

Who is this Dominic Wilson, you may ask? This story starts and ends with this man and his actions. His father and mother were both born and raised in Detroit, USA. His father grew up in the automotive industry, getting his business sea legs under him in a cutthroat industry. He soon went into business himself, overseas in England. He made enough money to put his family in a nice section that was close to the city.

 

That doesn’t really tell about Dominic now does it? He is an only child, and because of this has always had the attention of his stay at home mother. He attends a nice school, but feels bored in his classes. The problem is a mixture of disinterest in such nominal matters as Calculus and a feeling of being above school. He has few friends, as he is rather anti-social. He was forced into this after his grating know-it-all attitude got the better of him in primary. He’s matured more now, and is able to keep friends instead of losing them. The crowd he is seen with now has taken to calling him D’eek.

 

Well that doesn’t tell you anything about old D’eek either now does it. Perhaps its best to tell the story, and let you figure him out for yourself.

 

Now, where was I … ah yes, the beginning. If you were to ask Dominic himself what the biggest mistake he made this fateful day was, he’d answer quiet simply: trusting the meteorologist. He woke and had some oatmeal while watching the news. More stabbings in the city, Prime Minister heading to some African country for PR; boring everyday stuff. The meteorologist came on with a smile and said it was going to be sunny and warm.

 

With this D’eek collected his work to head for school. Another boring day. He swung his bag over his shoulder and looked at the keys to his car. He decided against driving, as it was supposed to be beautiful outside. He hadn’t walked to school since he had gotten his car, and was beginning to forget which tree went where in the journey. He decided to refresh his memory by walking today and as much as possible.

 

Halfway down the trip he heard a patter on roof next to him. Sure enough the pavement he was walking on starting to discolor slightly, getting damp. Then, suddenly, the sky’s opened up, and he was drenched completely. So much for walking as much as possible, as he instantly yearned for his car, more specifically it’s roof. He quietly condemned the meteorologist to hell and quickly scampered along. He was going so fast, he almost ran into a behemoth of a man.

 

The man was tall, at least two and a tenth meters, maybe two and a fifth. He had to weigh 150 kg, but he was in no way obese. This man had muscles that Dominic did not even know existed. He seemed content with letting Dominic scamper along to shelter, but he was not alone.

 

Walking with the behemoth was a short stocky fellow. His blonde hair was slicked back into a ponytail, and his face was drawn out, with Mediterranean features. He wore a scowl like it was going out of style along with his jeans and band tee.

 

“I think you should apologize.”

 

Dominic turned. The behemoth turned. They looked at each other, but the looks where severely different. Boredom from the large man, and fear from Dominic. Dominic turned to the pony tailed man and tried to get an emotion from him.

 

“I said -”

 

“I head you” The words escaped from Dominic’s lips before he could think. The worst words he could thin of two. All he had to do was apologize quietly, and these punks would get their gratification. Now the big man’s expression went from boredom to interest. Not even interest, more like hunger; like a lion staring at a wounded gazelle.

 

“Bad move punk”

 

With that the behemoth took a step at D’eek.

 

D’eek! Duck!

 

D’eek quickly ducked under the incoming fist of the larger man. The fist was as big as his face! No time to think about anatomy, as he had to find a place to escape. He thought of backpedaling…

 

No escape D’eek. Only going forward.

 

Dominic stopped to try and regain his wits. What the hell was that voice? Who was talking? In this moment of hesitation, the behemoth connects with his second punch. D’eek’s chest swelled up, and pain replaced the confusion.

 

His right knee. Dive at it.

 

D’eek jumped forward, instinctualy. Fully off the ground, he connected shoulder first with the right knee of this humongous man. The man fell like a chopped tree, and started to clutch at his knee, as if it was broken. A small feeling of accomplishment arose in Dominic, allowing him to block out the pain.

 

Turn around!

 

He turned quickly, and saw the smaller man lunging at him with a switchblade in his right hand. Almost in shock he reached out and caught the blade itself with his right hand. Searing pain coursed through his body, as the sharp blade cut into his palm.

 

His wrist! Grab his wrist!

 

Not even questioning the directions, Dominic grabbed the wrist with his left hand. Pushing right with his left hand and left with his right hand he was able to disarm the blade. Upon seeing this, the ponytailed assailant ran, leaving his large friend withering on the ground and D’eek bleeding from the hand.

 

Not to mention he was now soaking wet. Damn meteorologists.

[darthsiddus2]

you might not wanna post your story unless you copywrite it first bro.

[mjdgoldeneye]

you might not wanna post your story unless you copywrite it first bro.

 

I think he may be protected by intellectual copyright laws already by suggesting that the story is his (assuming he isn't taking it from someone else in the first place).

[Arrows]

I think he may be protected by intellectual copyright laws already by suggesting that the story is his (assuming he isn't taking it from someone else in the first place).

 

Posting it here gives him the time stamp of when it was his as well. Fairly certain that's all he needs is to be able to have some proof of when.

[Astil]

Don't worry, I took precautions.