“Mmmff…,” screamed Cotton.
With a swift kick to Lally’s crotch Cotton pushes him and the pillow off his face.
Euch cough huhu…
Gasping for air, Cotton hurled himself at Lally 2. Midair Cotton is hurled down by Lally 1.
“Don’t you dare, retaliate against my brother. He’s been the only one to stand up to you, and now I’m gonna back him up,” declared Lally 1. Blood dripping from his mouth, while his body was completely void of oxygen, Cotton slipped into unconsciousness. While Cotton’s body writhed and twitched in pain, his mind was drifting back to the horrendous act he had committed.
Punch after punch flew through the chill desert night air. Deep set anger was burning at the core of every hit. Pain, humiliation, resentment, all the emotions that had been building within him since he had first stepped foot in this God forsaken place, they all were reflected a thousand fold in the violence of his swings.
“You bastard, YOU BASTARD, I’ll KILL ya! You think it’s just so great to pick on those weaker then you. Don’t you? Don’t you? Answer me you son of a bitch. You think you can just destroy us with your flashy trophies and fake smiles? I’ll give ya a trophy. I’ll make your face so black and blue; your mother won’t even be able to stand to look at you. I’m not weaker then you, you ass hole, do you think it’s funny to steal some little kid’s pillow, do you? I’m not like the rest of my sorry little group, you…you asshole, I’m not afraid of you…,”raged Cotton.
Blood was dripping from his fists, even though he was on top of the boy, he still managed to maneuver himself with the force of a standing attack. A loud sound like someone dropping bags of flour reverberated with every new assault. The beaten boy’s screams had died out several minutes ago and the voices of panic from behind him, the voice of his band of misfits, became merely a murmur in the back of his mind. Cotton was all but lost in his intense blood rage, not even noticing that the boy that he had been beating so thoroughly was all but dead.
If Shecker had been in a livelier mood he may have said, “…you’re beating a dead horse,” but he wasn’t in a livelier mood, no one was, actually it would be more accurate to say they were as silent as the grave, especially since that was what they were about to dig.
“Cotton, Cotton, Cotton…wake up”
Groggy and fuzzy Cotton came slowly back to consciousness. Teft, the only misfit left who seemed to care about what happened to him, was shaking him awake. Although Teft’s voice seemed miles away, Cotton still heard him, his voice like the sound of a jackhammer during a hangover, loud and painful.
“I’m up, I’m up you crazy felon,” said Cotton.
“Those are big words coming from a murder,” Teft said icily.
With a fish like gape, Cotton’s brain function seemed to come back. Along with function, came the guilty knowledge that a boy was dead, and at his hands. Without warning, Cotton vomited, as if his body were trying to rid itself of all the toxic and nauseous evil within him. Unfortunately, it didn’t work and the fact still remained true, and the guys who were almost his friends now were disgusted by his very existence.
Once the nausea passed , the real emotions set in, and all the facades of denial fell down, right then and there, in front of all the guys who had looked up to him for so long, Cotton, cried, he bawled his eyes out, and never for a moment stopped to feel humiliation. He was too immersed in trying to regain his innocence, for now he was the one that wanted to be the child, he wallowed in it. The red and blue lights of the police cars lit up the air black night sky, the wail was barely heard, nor the shouts from the officers approaching. For all 6 boys were just sitting, a look of death upon their faces, they were all cold and empty, and wondering if they would ever thaw their souls.
I’d love to be able to tell you that these 6 boys grew up happily ever after, and that the world went on spinning merrily. Unfortunately I can’t, don’t get me wrong, the world still spins, but for those boys, life ended on that night. Their childhoods were killed and all that remains is powdery remnants. Lally 1 and Lally 2 get along, however Lally 2 became the more dominant brother, and Lally 1 no longer wanted attention. Lally 1 started to strive to be invisible; he never wanted to be close to anyone again. Lally 2 ended up the strong business type and hired himself a good shrink. Goodenow stuck to his understanding ways and now preaches the dangers of violence and aggression to AA members, seeing as he’s been a member since 17. Shecker followed in his father’s footsteps and became, the most handsome and funny stand up comic in the business, which was only his cover for his major drug addiction that he is currently in rehab for. Teft gave up his criminal ways, not wanting to become the monster that had controlled Cotton, and went into law and proceeds over murder trials. As for Cotton, he has his own padded room in St. Marcy’s mental institution. I mentioned growing up was tough right?