Surya
22nd March 2005, 09:32 AM
Sons of Batman
Jethro looked at this watch. It read 23:00pm. He continued to stare at the 7-11 across the street. The manager had denied service to any delinquents. Jethro had been arrested for assault and battery a couple months ago. He had been in the papers. He had been famous. Two months in Juvenile Hall was supposed to straighten him up. But when have these things worked? He looked back. They were still there. Easy, Hook, Ice, Elvis and Sweetness. Easy and Hook were twins. Identical. They were both 6’0 with long blonde hair, and eyes that looked like blue beads of pearl. They were both wearing a Blue ECKO sweatshirt with their hoods on. Easy had gotten his name because he had never lost his temper. Even last year when he almost beat Charles Cole to death, the smile had never left his face. Had the best temperament that anyone had known. Hook got his name by clocking the security guard at the High School’s parking lot last year. His hook was known through Gotham High. Hook’s hook stung like a bitch. No one wanted to be at the receiving end. Ice was tying his shoe. He had gotten his name from the silver dye he used on his hair. At 5’9, and 189 lbs, he was known mostly around Gotham High as Ice the Dice for his addiction for gambling. He had gotten his black-belt and always carried a pair of Sharp brass knuckles which made sure he always won. Elvis was the 17 year old Freshman in High School. No nickname. It was real. He hadn’t gotten into too much disciplinary sh*t. Just once when he trashed his teacher’s car in 8th grade. Why? No one knows. Elvis was quite. Never talked. Never laughed. Never cried. Never did anything he didn’t want to. His constant visits to Juvenile Hall had toughened him up. Physically and Mentally. Sweetness opened his blue book bag. He was the only non-white person in the group as well as the biggest. His body showed that he had too many trips to the weight room. He hair was braided, and pushed back with a blue bandana. His shades were gold framed, and he had a tattoo on his left arm that said saying ‘Sweetness’ Jethro looked at his watch again. it was 23:01. “Where is it?” He asked.
“In here.” Sweetness pulled a small box out of his book bag and opened it to find a few masks inside. Everyone grabbed one. Jethro looked at his. It was one of a blue bat with pointy years. Reminded him of Batman. That was the point. He looked at the other. They were the same.
“Let’s go.” He said and slid his mask around his face and started towards the 7-11. So did everyone else. Clutched in their hands were solid wooden ball bats. “Easy, Hook, get the cameras. Ice, take whatever you can. Elvis, stay on lookout. Sweetness, stay with me.” They walked into the store. Easy and Hook ran to the cameras with their bats and started to swing. Muffled sounds of laughter came from Easy’s mask. Ice ran to the aisles shoving things inside bags. The manager, acting rather slowly, pulled out what looked like a Cougar Magnum .44. Sweetness gave gunman’s arm the hardest swing he could with his bat. The revolver dropped. The manager screamed. Easy and Hook still went at the cameras with their bats. Easy was still laughing. Ice was on his forth bag. Elvis was at the doorway looking outside. The Manager was on the floor, unconscious. What appeared to be a white twig was sticking out of his forearm. His bone. Jethro went to the register. His shoes made wet splats as he walked on the blood coming from the manager’s arm, which was now staining the tiles on the floor. The register opened and Jethro grabbed a handful of greens, and shoved them into a small garbage bag. He repeated this process until the register was empty. Hook had stopped. Easy was working on the last camera, still laughing. Crazy Bast*rd. Ice had filled all of his bags with goods. Sweetness was pulling the Manager away from the counter. “Let’s go!” Jethro ordered, as one by one everyone ran out of the Store. Easy still laughing.
TO BE CONTINUED.
I just typed this up. Haven't even proof-read it completly yet. Please review it.
Thanks! :D
Jethro looked at this watch. It read 23:00pm. He continued to stare at the 7-11 across the street. The manager had denied service to any delinquents. Jethro had been arrested for assault and battery a couple months ago. He had been in the papers. He had been famous. Two months in Juvenile Hall was supposed to straighten him up. But when have these things worked? He looked back. They were still there. Easy, Hook, Ice, Elvis and Sweetness. Easy and Hook were twins. Identical. They were both 6’0 with long blonde hair, and eyes that looked like blue beads of pearl. They were both wearing a Blue ECKO sweatshirt with their hoods on. Easy had gotten his name because he had never lost his temper. Even last year when he almost beat Charles Cole to death, the smile had never left his face. Had the best temperament that anyone had known. Hook got his name by clocking the security guard at the High School’s parking lot last year. His hook was known through Gotham High. Hook’s hook stung like a bitch. No one wanted to be at the receiving end. Ice was tying his shoe. He had gotten his name from the silver dye he used on his hair. At 5’9, and 189 lbs, he was known mostly around Gotham High as Ice the Dice for his addiction for gambling. He had gotten his black-belt and always carried a pair of Sharp brass knuckles which made sure he always won. Elvis was the 17 year old Freshman in High School. No nickname. It was real. He hadn’t gotten into too much disciplinary sh*t. Just once when he trashed his teacher’s car in 8th grade. Why? No one knows. Elvis was quite. Never talked. Never laughed. Never cried. Never did anything he didn’t want to. His constant visits to Juvenile Hall had toughened him up. Physically and Mentally. Sweetness opened his blue book bag. He was the only non-white person in the group as well as the biggest. His body showed that he had too many trips to the weight room. He hair was braided, and pushed back with a blue bandana. His shades were gold framed, and he had a tattoo on his left arm that said saying ‘Sweetness’ Jethro looked at his watch again. it was 23:01. “Where is it?” He asked.
“In here.” Sweetness pulled a small box out of his book bag and opened it to find a few masks inside. Everyone grabbed one. Jethro looked at his. It was one of a blue bat with pointy years. Reminded him of Batman. That was the point. He looked at the other. They were the same.
“Let’s go.” He said and slid his mask around his face and started towards the 7-11. So did everyone else. Clutched in their hands were solid wooden ball bats. “Easy, Hook, get the cameras. Ice, take whatever you can. Elvis, stay on lookout. Sweetness, stay with me.” They walked into the store. Easy and Hook ran to the cameras with their bats and started to swing. Muffled sounds of laughter came from Easy’s mask. Ice ran to the aisles shoving things inside bags. The manager, acting rather slowly, pulled out what looked like a Cougar Magnum .44. Sweetness gave gunman’s arm the hardest swing he could with his bat. The revolver dropped. The manager screamed. Easy and Hook still went at the cameras with their bats. Easy was still laughing. Ice was on his forth bag. Elvis was at the doorway looking outside. The Manager was on the floor, unconscious. What appeared to be a white twig was sticking out of his forearm. His bone. Jethro went to the register. His shoes made wet splats as he walked on the blood coming from the manager’s arm, which was now staining the tiles on the floor. The register opened and Jethro grabbed a handful of greens, and shoved them into a small garbage bag. He repeated this process until the register was empty. Hook had stopped. Easy was working on the last camera, still laughing. Crazy Bast*rd. Ice had filled all of his bags with goods. Sweetness was pulling the Manager away from the counter. “Let’s go!” Jethro ordered, as one by one everyone ran out of the Store. Easy still laughing.
TO BE CONTINUED.
I just typed this up. Haven't even proof-read it completly yet. Please review it.
Thanks! :D