» Mon Aug 08, 2011 8:43 pm Southern Fried Steel
Prologue
His finger curled around the trigger.......Bang! The pigrock dropped to the ground. Edgar wasn't exactly sure what a pigrock was, but it kind of looked like a pig, standing about three feet high, with a sickish pale, pink, rocky skin, and long dirty tusks. To some it looked repulsive, to Edgar it looked.....repulsive, BUT also like dinner. Edgar, standing at about six feet, two feet shy, picked up the pigrock, and made his way through the woods home. Darkness rose by the time he reached the door, and he flopped the thing on the ground outside the door.
The old cabin doors swung open, Edgar stood in the doorway, black dress pants, filthy blue shirt, suspenders, and rifle in hand. The three roomed shack was always so hot. You could see through the spacings on every inch of the building, with rotting wood walls, a room with two beds, for the Kreely clan, and a pillow in the bath tub for Edgar.
"How nice of you to join us!" Mrs. Kreely spouted sarcastically, "We nearly starved waiting for you."
Edgar never like Mrs. Kreely, or her kids.......come to think of it, he didn't like anyone he knew, besides Mr. Kreely, he neither liked or disliked the man. Edgar didn't really know why.......something always just seemed almost likeable, but still distant and gone. His children on the other hand had no likeable traits to him. Alice laid around all day, eating, and repulsing any suitors in the [censored] town. Stan was lazy as they came, never lifting a finger, Mrs. Kreely making sure her baby boy never got hurt.
"[censored] the lot of 'em!" Edgar thought to himself, putting on a smile
"Only came back to see you, Mrs." Edgar said, with so much sarcasm it almost hurt. With a winning grin he turned toward the bathroom, or his "bedroom". Like every other night, Edgar would lay in the tub, starring at the ceiling, thinking of how tomorrow he would leave.....and never come back....
"Hhh, tomorrow, I will be rid of 'em!" He said sleepishly, adjusting his pillow, yawning, "Tomorrow!"
The sunshine beamed through the spacing, waking Edgar from his glorious sleep.
"Wake up, [censored]!" yelled Alice. As the growl of a super mutant fell upon his ears.
"[Censored]!" yelled Edgar, as he blinked rapidly standing up, and grabbing his rifle. He kicked the door open. It was quiet.....in the few seconds he had to spare he noticed he had forgot to put his pants and shirt on.
"Ah well, I always liked running free." He said nervously, trying to joke and calm himself down.
"OUTSIDE!" cried Alice.
He kicked open the door charging outside to see Alice, Stan, and two other teenagers. All but Edgar fell to the floor laughing. He looked around, he could see pine tree after pine tree, a few other shacks, and a trail......
"There's gotta be more than this....." He thought to himself, hoping......whole heartedly.
So, with that he put his gone on his shoulder, and made his way to the trail. Stan opened his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Hey, where are you going?" He yelled, the laughter cut to a dead stop, "You can't just leave!"
Edgar looked back at him, still lying on the ground, "Thank you, Stan, but yes, I can."
Stan's nostrils flared as he stood up, dusted off his pants, and ran for the nearest rock.
"This 'ought to teach him a lesson!"
He threw the rock through the air, smacking into Edgar's head.
"If Stan could throw any good, or pick up a big rock......that might have hurt." Edgar thought to himself, then burst out laughing. Then his face grew solomn as he turned and aimed his rifle at Stan. High on anxiety and built up anger he decided wasteland justice was due.....
"[Censored]!" He cried, as Edgar pulled the trigger. The bullet soared through the air, claiming its target, as his body fell limp to the ground. The sound rang out shortly after, as Mrs. Kreely ran outside.
Taking her son up in her arms, he looked up at her, as she looked at the bullet sized hole in the ground. They looked at Edgar as he stomped away, finger in the air.
