myOtaku.com: Alex the Lion

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Vitals

Birthday
• 1992-10-20
Gender
• Female
Location
• the punk streets
Member Since
• 2005-06-16
Occupation
• im in a band, and do quite alot of sk8ing
Real Name
• Sarah

Personal

Achievements
• im in a band and i sk8 and im am rich yay
Anime Fan Since
• dunno dun care
Favorite Anime
• anime is super gay
Goals
• famous me woot woot!
Hobbies
• guitar sk8ing and acting like a horse's ass
Talents
• being an idiot THANK U BAM!!!!!!

myOtaku.com: Alex the Lion

Monday, December 19, 2005

Broken Home, Broken Life, Broken Child-Part 8-Stabbed In The Back.................Litterally..........
we were in the hospital for a week. when the doctors found out we were on the streets they wouldnt let us out under our condition. it was like sending a baby lamb in2 land infested by wolves. or an injured antalope running around alone in the plains, while lions and tigers and other big cats watched it. waiting. waiting 2 strike at any moment. i was suppose 2 b the lion of the group, the ruler, the king, instead, i was the injured antalope, begging for mercy from the harshness of the streets. i was helpless, the most helpless i have ever been. by the time the week was up me and Tuck had left the hospital and back out the on the streets. christmas was 6 days away, and we had already bought most everything we needed and wanted. so our christmas was a while back. and the best part was. NO CAST!!!!! yeah the doctors said i had made a full recovery and it was a miricle that it was only in 2 weeks!!! i questioned how that could b, and i guess my body sorta made an imunity 2 slow recoveries, since i made so many. the day we got outta the hospital the world was ours buy 2:00. we couldnt do much, but we did explore alot of the neighborhood. sum of the kids we met, had nvr met me. they were awed, amazed that the great Kurt-Cain would cum so low as 2 where they were living. sum in boxes. others in condemed houses and buildings and even in dumpsters, if they were lucky. sum were drifters. even a few tenderfoots 2 the street life. they were confused, frightened. but all had a similar story. u could and listen 4 hours, days, weeks,months, and years and the story would always have the same structure and end the same way. i left, my broken home. the same way everytime. no matter what the story was, it ended the same. but alwyas ending the same way, nvr made the story uninteresting. it was always good enuff. and thats y we all came 2gether like this. becuz we all had the same thing in common. they werent sure of what sorta ruler i was. i could tell. they had emotion. they still werent cracked, not broken in 2 their new lifestyle. the streets hadnt made them hard yet. they were being introduced in2 drugs, sex, anything we put up with in a day. alot were so new 2 it they were passed out. just from a one joint of marajuana. each block, worse and worse, until we got the the lowest wasteland. the punk crowd was diminishing. and they were turning in2 "gangsters" who shot every1 they didnt like. no one was running up 2 me tellin me the stories they heard about me and how great i was. instead i was getting dirty looks. we were not welcome here. and for if any1 in my crowd entered the wastelands, they were sure for a deathwish. Tuck was scared. i could c it in his eyes. i could read emotions, i knew every one of them that struck a persons face. it was like that everyday. and every1 who was on the streets always started with the same face, and used the same facial expressions. every block, worsened. i wasnt afraid. i was walking, face forward, with a look like "dont bother me or ill kick your ass" Tuck was freakin out, and he was looking around at the dealers and the bouncers in2 make-shift clubs. big assed guns on there belts. we got 2 a better area, at least better for what we saw. "yo look who we got here" sum guy yelled who was on a stairway smoking a cigeratte. "we got sum outlanders here, dawgs!!" he yelled even louder. every1 got quiet. "what u doin here?" he said as he pushed me. Tuck was freakin out even more. "hey, im not here 2 fite, i was just on my way 2 the punk neighborhood" i pushed him back, "so i suggest, u fuck off" every1 did that lil "ooooooooooooo" thing that ment i cant believe he just did that. "kick his ass MadDog!!" sum1 in the crowd said. it was indeed MadDog, the leader of NYCCorpOfGangsters, he was his crowd's, well me. "i knew it, its u MadDog." i said. he knew i wasnt afraid of him. with his stolen Bling from Chinatown and his G-Unit jersey. With his gay-assed Timberline boots. me and him had nothing in common. me in my black, and him in his stupid "Crunkness" stood there face 2 face. and this fight stood for all punk against gangster, and i couldnt mess it up. "oh now i recognize u" he said with a wintz, "your Kurt-Cain, leader of the punk streets" "thats me, and u can bet your ass, that sumday, your streets will b mine." His eyes widened. but he shook it off with the comment, "and i c u brought your boyfriend how sweet..." "dont waste your shitty comments on me, that is my best friend Tuck, and he would just so happens 2 b sorta my "Vice President" i said. Tuck had nvr heard me say anything like that b4. he didnt believe i said that. "well your hornorable ruler of the "Punk Mafia" he mocked while every1 laffed. he had bowed when he said it 2. "u guys better have a 3rd back-up cause im gonna fuck yo asses up" every1 cheered except me and Tuck. MadDog pulled a knife outta his pocket. and i had my razor on me. he had dove for my stomach but i came behind him and i turned around and got we hit at the same time. it was gonna b one of us. we both fell 2 the ground. my razor, in his stomach, his knife in my back. we collapsed. Tuck ran 2 my side, and MadDog was bleeding really badly. he didn't get it 2 far in my back. i was in pain. sum of the people came 2 MadDog 2 help him. but Tuck sumhow, had his gun on him and said, "one step closer 2 either one of us, and ill fuck your ass u!! u got it?!?!" there were at least 100 people standing around us 2 begin with, afterward, i think there were only 20. the tuffest out there. they werent going anywhere. Tuck wasnt crying, cause he could tell, this was minor 2 the whole falling outta the window ordeal. MadDog, went pail and quit moaning. I stood up as best i could and took my razor and got down on my knees because my back hurt really badly. i started stabbing MadDog. Slash after slash, stab after stab. then 2 top it off, i took Tucks gun and shot him, just like a shot my dad. and after the ordeal i relieze once again. i was a murderer. the second person i had killed. second, and im only 15. i took the gun and put it 2 my head. blood of my victim all over me. "Tuck" i said, "dont stop me" Tuck was gonna cry. this was my second attempt at suiside. i closed my eyes and flashed back 2 everything. it could have all been avoided. every last detail of my life, all could have been erased. i was starting 2 pull the trigger........

BAM

i hadnt noticed that Tuck had raised my arm off my head. it had hit the leg of a civilian. i stood up. sharp pains all down my back. "you know what im thinking Tuck" i said as i looked down on MadDog's body, "what Kurt" Tuck said, "well one i kicked this asses ass, and two....." me and Tuck and me looked at each other, "RUN!!!!" we yelled 2gether as we turned. "oh hell no" one of the gangster civilions had said. they came from the streets and the sidewalks, chacing us down the road. i could have run faster, but the pain the awful pain. Tuck was behind me, nearly pushin me 2 go faster. we lost em down an alleyway. and i rote on the wall with sum spray paint left there by a tagger

won this one
didnt i
tore it up
all is rite
but u have no idea
what i can from
and where ive been
what ive done
or who i am
i am Kurt-Cain
now here i will reign
and u have no idea
my thoughts r unknown
taken over
by the child
from the broken home

i signed it, Kurt-Cain and Tuck

wait until the guys back home heard about this. we had killed MadDog!! me had at least 50 blocks 2 go. and me in no conditon 2 we had a hard time of it. by the time we got back 2 our turf, it was 6:00, it was getting dark. and the streets we were on were the hardest ones around. it was hard. hard seeing my people. my pride, the ones i cared about. living the way they did. i had it easy compared 2 them. when we got back 2 the Rockers' Hideaway it was 11:30 I needed 2 see a doctor yet again, and i was tired. luckly, a batender, Willy for that matter, had a car so he let us use it. Tuck drove and i sat in the back lying down, "thanks Tuck" i said. i was really tired. "dont mention it" "i was really gonna do it Tuck, i was" i said, my eyes nearly watering. "yeah, yeah i know" Tuck said, tears beginning 2 fill his eyes. when we got 2 the hospital it was 12:00 midnight. it was starting 2 snow and i was only there 4 an hour. they told me 2 not pick fights and they treated it for infection and wrapped it up. they were very quick for the ER. when we got back 2 the club it was 1:30 and knowing no one here ever sleeps it was just like it was 8:00 at nite. every1 was partying and hanging outta windows. smokin and dealin. fightin and actin like horses asses. but i was tired cause i had more pain killer. and so i went upstair and fell asleep. Tuck stayed up. he sat in the window, the window where his life was gonna end, the window where our lives changed forever, the window where our friendship became strong, the window, where almost, eternity was decided. but it wasnt. it was the window where everything became a lil bit better. so he sat there all nite. smoking cigerattes and watching the snow fall. and me asleep. peaceful. Tuck pondering. and his thoughts must have made him a better man. and once again, all was rite.

bu that nvr lasts now does it?

to be continued

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