Children gather round, gather round. I will tell anda all a brilliant story, no quiet and i will begin.
This story, my children, is about two young boys-one called john who had big burly muscles and Padraig who had long brown hair that covered one eye and a big build- who had no one but each other, both their parents had died when they were babies. None of their family wanted them, they were neglected sejak their own kin. sejak the time they were 13 they had been to so many foster homes that never had any time to make any friends. Trouble makers they were no one you'd like to hang around, they did drugs, smoked and every night without there social workers knowing sneaked out for a swig of beer.
The pain and trouble that they had been immense and as their 14th birthdays rounded the corner they'd turned to crime, delivering drugs every night,shop lifting and mugging for money.
One night they crossed the line, they'd been out and about with their drug dealer just having a laugh when the drug dealer remembered something,"boys I've got to tell anda something," they both quietened down,"I haven't been payed sejak a certain one of my customers and I need anda two to sort it out." Padraig smiled as the dealer handed him a 9.mm gun, he continued talking but Padraig couldn't hear him," only use this if you've got to, this man will cause trouble so if he does,shoot him without a saat thought, got it?" Padraig nodded slowly an evil grin appearing on his face.
They finally ended up at the street, and without knocking slammed the door open shouting, "WHERE'S THE MONEY" a man stumbles from the hallway scared, his voice, shaky and quiet, breaks through a silence," p-please don't hurt me, I-I'll go get the money," he turns ad shakily walks into a room and back out again a brief case in his hands, the boys let there guard down and John goes to get the briefcase, the man speaks again," h-here anda go." John grabs it, but in the flash of an eye is in pain a pisau at his throat, "go now leave and tell your boss that I'll never pay," the man says proud of his sneaky moves. Padraig glares and grabs the gun from his pocket and shoots hitting the mans arm,"ARGH YA F!CKER" he lets go of John and tried to stop the blood, Padraig shoots again this time at the heart. The man falls back and the boys shaking with shock run taking the gun with them. They don't stop running, John screaming "WHAT THE F!UCK WAS THAT" and Padraig crying with the fact he'd shot a man in the hati, tengah-tengah without a saat thought, like it was natural. And withtout thinking about it he knew that he'd need to do it again.
This story, my children, is about two young boys-one called john who had big burly muscles and Padraig who had long brown hair that covered one eye and a big build- who had no one but each other, both their parents had died when they were babies. None of their family wanted them, they were neglected sejak their own kin. sejak the time they were 13 they had been to so many foster homes that never had any time to make any friends. Trouble makers they were no one you'd like to hang around, they did drugs, smoked and every night without there social workers knowing sneaked out for a swig of beer.
The pain and trouble that they had been immense and as their 14th birthdays rounded the corner they'd turned to crime, delivering drugs every night,shop lifting and mugging for money.
One night they crossed the line, they'd been out and about with their drug dealer just having a laugh when the drug dealer remembered something,"boys I've got to tell anda something," they both quietened down,"I haven't been payed sejak a certain one of my customers and I need anda two to sort it out." Padraig smiled as the dealer handed him a 9.mm gun, he continued talking but Padraig couldn't hear him," only use this if you've got to, this man will cause trouble so if he does,shoot him without a saat thought, got it?" Padraig nodded slowly an evil grin appearing on his face.
They finally ended up at the street, and without knocking slammed the door open shouting, "WHERE'S THE MONEY" a man stumbles from the hallway scared, his voice, shaky and quiet, breaks through a silence," p-please don't hurt me, I-I'll go get the money," he turns ad shakily walks into a room and back out again a brief case in his hands, the boys let there guard down and John goes to get the briefcase, the man speaks again," h-here anda go." John grabs it, but in the flash of an eye is in pain a pisau at his throat, "go now leave and tell your boss that I'll never pay," the man says proud of his sneaky moves. Padraig glares and grabs the gun from his pocket and shoots hitting the mans arm,"ARGH YA F!CKER" he lets go of John and tried to stop the blood, Padraig shoots again this time at the heart. The man falls back and the boys shaking with shock run taking the gun with them. They don't stop running, John screaming "WHAT THE F!UCK WAS THAT" and Padraig crying with the fact he'd shot a man in the hati, tengah-tengah without a saat thought, like it was natural. And withtout thinking about it he knew that he'd need to do it again.
