Lil' Slugger
Oct 2nd, 2005, 10:43 PM
Two years have passed since the malicious phantom-like entity known as Lil' Slugger terrorized the city of Tokyo and razed it to the ground. People have now rebuilt the city and have once again gotten on with their lives. At least... Most people have put the nightmare behind them. Unless you are one of those people that tend to obsess over things...
To the unknowing disaster of the world, there is somebody who is obsessed with the history of the case, and he has tapes of Lil' Slugger attacking a victim...
===
(Somewhere along the coast of California...)
Skitch, skitch, skitch, WHAM, skitch, skitch, skitch...
*rewind*
Skitch, skitch, skitch, WHAM, skitch, skitch, skitch...
*rewind*
Skitch, skitch, skitch...
A slightly obese man of hispanic appearance sat in a dark room, watching a tape on a TV, the curtains drawn shut and his mass leaned forward, rewinding the tape every, oh... 8 seconds or so, his eyes eagerly watching the screen, the "snow" reflecting off of his glasses every time he touched the rewind button on the VCR. He was smiling as though he was the happiest man in the world, squealing under his breath as he continued to watch the same action over and over and over again on the 24-by-20 TV screen. The tape showed a young woman wandering around in the wastes of a garbage dump, her face looking as though she was struggling with someone who wasn't there. But then, out of the slight fog rolling in, something on skates could be heard approaching from behind the disturbed woman. Then, a young boy who appeared to be no more then twelve suddenly appeared. He was on golden in-line skates, along with some sark tan cargo pants. He also wore a dark grey hooded sweater with a black sweatshirt underneath, and a red baseball cap with three pins on it, They consisting of a biohazard mark, an upside-down peace sign, and a smiley face. Clasped in his right hand was a golden bat, a twisted, horribly dented bat, which was been at a 45-degree angle, like that of a dog's hind leg. The boy zinged behind the woman, and then, raised the bat up... Before he brought the bat down she turned around when it was too late to react, he smiled... An insane, twisted smile... And then...
*rewind*
Skitch, skit-
"Manuel? Manuel!"
-ch, skit-
"Manuel Huarez, you answer me right now, mister!"
"Grr..."
*pause*
(Better go see what she wants, then...)
The man called Manuel stood up from his armchair and stretched before making his way out of the bedroom door and through the hallway, then down the stairway and into the kitchen where his mother awaited him, along with his father. Both of them were smiling in a fox-like matter as they eyed his slightly pot-belly mass making his way into the room.
"What is it, ma?"
"Manuel, my son," His father began. "It has been decided that we need to talk."
"Talk?" Manuel replied, clearly confused. "Uh... About what?"
His mother took this as her oppurtunity to step in.
"Your current situation, son. Specifically, what you have been doing since you graduated from college a few years back."
Manuel shifted uncomfortably as he took his seat along with is mother and father. Oh Lord, not that again... He knew what that meant if they were bringing that up...
"Manuel," Mr. Huarez began. "You are 27 years old. You have an associates degree from college that you graduated with 7 years ago. Yet, here you here are, 7 years later, and you still are living in our house, you are getting fatter and fatter every two weeks, you have yet to get a girlfriend, your so-called occupation is a "freelance cameraman," you also don't have a car, nor have you paid last month's rent. What I'm getting at is..."
He slammed his fist down onto the table, furrowing his brows into an angry scowl.
"WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN DOING WITH YOUR LIFE!?"
Mrs. Huarez eagerly joined into the verbal bashing of her son. As far as she was concerned, Manuel was an embarrassment to the family, and just a mosquito that has yet to be squashed.
"Yes son," she added icily. "What have you been doing with you life?"
Manuel looked incredulous. She can't be serious.
"Mother, you and I have gone over this many times before; In my line of wo-"
Mr. Huarez suddenly interrupted him.
"Don't even start with that excuse, Manuel! Your line of work has been scarse of jobs for some time now!"
"But, but..."
"No "buts," Manuel! We've had it with paying your bills, cleaning your clothes, and feeding your face! You are leaving!"
"Grah, I can't believe this! You heartless wit-"
*POW*
A fist slammed into the side of Manuel's jaw, bruising it and knocking two of his teeth out.
"Shut that fat mouth of yours, you moocher of a son! You are leaving tomorrow, and that's final!"
After the arguement, the Huarez family stormed out of the room, leaving Manuel alone as he slowly got up and rubbed the bruise, cursing under his breath as he stormed up the stairs and slammed the door to his room as he re-entered it. Turning the light on and the TV off, he packed up his things for tomorrow morning. Then, turning the light out, he got down on his knees and buried his face into his forearms as he began to sob, tears streaming down his face... It was a tragic sight to behold, really... A fully grown man, crying... That's not something you would see every day...
"This isn't right, this isn't right... How could they do this...? I'm their son..."
This contued into the late hours of the night until at about 11:45, when Mrs. Huarez walked passed the door and thought she heard... Oh no, it was... She slowly opened the door to reveal Manuel positioned there, alone, on his knees, crying.
"Manuel, son?" She said softly. "Are you alright, honey?"
Manuel sniffled as he looked up at his mother with teary eyes, and soon looked away in a scowl.
"Oh," He growled in a manner like you would towards the dog that just hopped into your bed at 3 AM. "It's you... What do you want with an "embarassment" like me?"
Mrs. Huarez felt a pang of regret flow through her. Why had she said that to him? What is wrong with her- This man is her own son!
"It's okay Manuel, I just want to talk... I heard you crying..." She said as she sat next to him on his bed.
Manuel looked up at her, surprised that this woman still gave a darn about her, and after a few moments, he broke down into tears and began to sob as he gently buried his head in her lap.
"What am I gonna do, Mom? What am I gonna do..."
He sniffled and sobbed as his mother gently stroked his head soothingly as she shushed him...
"Shh... There, there, Manuel..."
After Manuel put himself together, he stood back up, as did she, and they hugged one another before she looked up at him.
"Listen Manuel," She said. "I'm sorry about some other things I said earlier, but there is some truth to them.You need to try to get your life together, okay? I love you, but we can't have you living here forever."
"I know..."
"Just try..."
"Okay... Good night Mom..."
"Good night, Manuel."
After Manuel was in bed, she closed the door and went to bed without another word.
The next morning, Manuel showered, changed clothes, and had breakfast before getting his suitcase out of his room. As the bus arrived to take him to a nearby apartment complex a few towns away, Mr. Huarez shouted to him.
"So long, loser! Welcome to the real world!"
Manuel turned around and glared maliciously at his father before turning to smile to his mother. The exchanged waves before he boarded the bus. As he left, Mrs. Huarez whispered something into her husband's ear...
"Your sun was crying by himself last night..."
Mr. Huarez just stared off into the distance in shock as his wife entered the house...
Oh no... What has he done...?
===
As Manuel sat there pmn the bus at 7: 30 at night, thinking about these events, his cellphone recieved a e-mail. He opened it and read its contents...
Mr. Huarez,
This is an official notification that you have canceled usage of our phone services permanently. Thank you for choosing Harlon Phones. Have a nice day.
Sincerely,
Harlon Phones Company Staff
Manuel immediatley broke out into rage. His father... That scumbag...
"FATHER!!" He yelled loudly.
The bus suddenly screeched to a halt, and the driver pointed at Manuel in the mirror, red-faced.
"You," He growled. "Get off the bus! NOW!"
Manuel soon found himself standing near a dark alley, and a bunch of punks approaching him along the sidewalk. Oh, great...
"Hey, fatso..." One gangbanger began, the rogues surrounding their next victim. "You toast, man. this ois our territory."
The young men suddenly began tackling Manuel and taking almost everything on him accept his camera and spare change of clothes. Manuel wandered the streets, and then, he suddenly sat on the edge of the sidewalk and began to cry...
"Make it stop... Someone, please... Make it stop..."
A strange fog suddely rolled in as the lights then grew dim, catching Manuel by surprise. What in the...? He then heard something coming at him...
Skitch, skitch, skitch...
What is that...? He has heard that somewhere, but.. Where?
Skitch, skitch, skitch...
Suddenly, Manuel turned around and saw a young asian boy standing over him... Hey, wait- Those clothes, the skates, that bat... Could it really be...? It is! Manuel gasped in shock and was about to run, but it was too late... The boy smiled twistedly, and brought the bat down to strike Manuel's skull...
He then took out a can of red spray-paint, which, oddly looked like blood, and wrote something on the concrete next to Manuel's unconscious form. It said this...
Lil' Slugger strikes again...
To the unknowing disaster of the world, there is somebody who is obsessed with the history of the case, and he has tapes of Lil' Slugger attacking a victim...
===
(Somewhere along the coast of California...)
Skitch, skitch, skitch, WHAM, skitch, skitch, skitch...
*rewind*
Skitch, skitch, skitch, WHAM, skitch, skitch, skitch...
*rewind*
Skitch, skitch, skitch...
A slightly obese man of hispanic appearance sat in a dark room, watching a tape on a TV, the curtains drawn shut and his mass leaned forward, rewinding the tape every, oh... 8 seconds or so, his eyes eagerly watching the screen, the "snow" reflecting off of his glasses every time he touched the rewind button on the VCR. He was smiling as though he was the happiest man in the world, squealing under his breath as he continued to watch the same action over and over and over again on the 24-by-20 TV screen. The tape showed a young woman wandering around in the wastes of a garbage dump, her face looking as though she was struggling with someone who wasn't there. But then, out of the slight fog rolling in, something on skates could be heard approaching from behind the disturbed woman. Then, a young boy who appeared to be no more then twelve suddenly appeared. He was on golden in-line skates, along with some sark tan cargo pants. He also wore a dark grey hooded sweater with a black sweatshirt underneath, and a red baseball cap with three pins on it, They consisting of a biohazard mark, an upside-down peace sign, and a smiley face. Clasped in his right hand was a golden bat, a twisted, horribly dented bat, which was been at a 45-degree angle, like that of a dog's hind leg. The boy zinged behind the woman, and then, raised the bat up... Before he brought the bat down she turned around when it was too late to react, he smiled... An insane, twisted smile... And then...
*rewind*
Skitch, skit-
"Manuel? Manuel!"
-ch, skit-
"Manuel Huarez, you answer me right now, mister!"
"Grr..."
*pause*
(Better go see what she wants, then...)
The man called Manuel stood up from his armchair and stretched before making his way out of the bedroom door and through the hallway, then down the stairway and into the kitchen where his mother awaited him, along with his father. Both of them were smiling in a fox-like matter as they eyed his slightly pot-belly mass making his way into the room.
"What is it, ma?"
"Manuel, my son," His father began. "It has been decided that we need to talk."
"Talk?" Manuel replied, clearly confused. "Uh... About what?"
His mother took this as her oppurtunity to step in.
"Your current situation, son. Specifically, what you have been doing since you graduated from college a few years back."
Manuel shifted uncomfortably as he took his seat along with is mother and father. Oh Lord, not that again... He knew what that meant if they were bringing that up...
"Manuel," Mr. Huarez began. "You are 27 years old. You have an associates degree from college that you graduated with 7 years ago. Yet, here you here are, 7 years later, and you still are living in our house, you are getting fatter and fatter every two weeks, you have yet to get a girlfriend, your so-called occupation is a "freelance cameraman," you also don't have a car, nor have you paid last month's rent. What I'm getting at is..."
He slammed his fist down onto the table, furrowing his brows into an angry scowl.
"WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN DOING WITH YOUR LIFE!?"
Mrs. Huarez eagerly joined into the verbal bashing of her son. As far as she was concerned, Manuel was an embarrassment to the family, and just a mosquito that has yet to be squashed.
"Yes son," she added icily. "What have you been doing with you life?"
Manuel looked incredulous. She can't be serious.
"Mother, you and I have gone over this many times before; In my line of wo-"
Mr. Huarez suddenly interrupted him.
"Don't even start with that excuse, Manuel! Your line of work has been scarse of jobs for some time now!"
"But, but..."
"No "buts," Manuel! We've had it with paying your bills, cleaning your clothes, and feeding your face! You are leaving!"
"Grah, I can't believe this! You heartless wit-"
*POW*
A fist slammed into the side of Manuel's jaw, bruising it and knocking two of his teeth out.
"Shut that fat mouth of yours, you moocher of a son! You are leaving tomorrow, and that's final!"
After the arguement, the Huarez family stormed out of the room, leaving Manuel alone as he slowly got up and rubbed the bruise, cursing under his breath as he stormed up the stairs and slammed the door to his room as he re-entered it. Turning the light on and the TV off, he packed up his things for tomorrow morning. Then, turning the light out, he got down on his knees and buried his face into his forearms as he began to sob, tears streaming down his face... It was a tragic sight to behold, really... A fully grown man, crying... That's not something you would see every day...
"This isn't right, this isn't right... How could they do this...? I'm their son..."
This contued into the late hours of the night until at about 11:45, when Mrs. Huarez walked passed the door and thought she heard... Oh no, it was... She slowly opened the door to reveal Manuel positioned there, alone, on his knees, crying.
"Manuel, son?" She said softly. "Are you alright, honey?"
Manuel sniffled as he looked up at his mother with teary eyes, and soon looked away in a scowl.
"Oh," He growled in a manner like you would towards the dog that just hopped into your bed at 3 AM. "It's you... What do you want with an "embarassment" like me?"
Mrs. Huarez felt a pang of regret flow through her. Why had she said that to him? What is wrong with her- This man is her own son!
"It's okay Manuel, I just want to talk... I heard you crying..." She said as she sat next to him on his bed.
Manuel looked up at her, surprised that this woman still gave a darn about her, and after a few moments, he broke down into tears and began to sob as he gently buried his head in her lap.
"What am I gonna do, Mom? What am I gonna do..."
He sniffled and sobbed as his mother gently stroked his head soothingly as she shushed him...
"Shh... There, there, Manuel..."
After Manuel put himself together, he stood back up, as did she, and they hugged one another before she looked up at him.
"Listen Manuel," She said. "I'm sorry about some other things I said earlier, but there is some truth to them.You need to try to get your life together, okay? I love you, but we can't have you living here forever."
"I know..."
"Just try..."
"Okay... Good night Mom..."
"Good night, Manuel."
After Manuel was in bed, she closed the door and went to bed without another word.
The next morning, Manuel showered, changed clothes, and had breakfast before getting his suitcase out of his room. As the bus arrived to take him to a nearby apartment complex a few towns away, Mr. Huarez shouted to him.
"So long, loser! Welcome to the real world!"
Manuel turned around and glared maliciously at his father before turning to smile to his mother. The exchanged waves before he boarded the bus. As he left, Mrs. Huarez whispered something into her husband's ear...
"Your sun was crying by himself last night..."
Mr. Huarez just stared off into the distance in shock as his wife entered the house...
Oh no... What has he done...?
===
As Manuel sat there pmn the bus at 7: 30 at night, thinking about these events, his cellphone recieved a e-mail. He opened it and read its contents...
Mr. Huarez,
This is an official notification that you have canceled usage of our phone services permanently. Thank you for choosing Harlon Phones. Have a nice day.
Sincerely,
Harlon Phones Company Staff
Manuel immediatley broke out into rage. His father... That scumbag...
"FATHER!!" He yelled loudly.
The bus suddenly screeched to a halt, and the driver pointed at Manuel in the mirror, red-faced.
"You," He growled. "Get off the bus! NOW!"
Manuel soon found himself standing near a dark alley, and a bunch of punks approaching him along the sidewalk. Oh, great...
"Hey, fatso..." One gangbanger began, the rogues surrounding their next victim. "You toast, man. this ois our territory."
The young men suddenly began tackling Manuel and taking almost everything on him accept his camera and spare change of clothes. Manuel wandered the streets, and then, he suddenly sat on the edge of the sidewalk and began to cry...
"Make it stop... Someone, please... Make it stop..."
A strange fog suddely rolled in as the lights then grew dim, catching Manuel by surprise. What in the...? He then heard something coming at him...
Skitch, skitch, skitch...
What is that...? He has heard that somewhere, but.. Where?
Skitch, skitch, skitch...
Suddenly, Manuel turned around and saw a young asian boy standing over him... Hey, wait- Those clothes, the skates, that bat... Could it really be...? It is! Manuel gasped in shock and was about to run, but it was too late... The boy smiled twistedly, and brought the bat down to strike Manuel's skull...
He then took out a can of red spray-paint, which, oddly looked like blood, and wrote something on the concrete next to Manuel's unconscious form. It said this...
Lil' Slugger strikes again...