Bill’s sister gives him something that could have changed his story but now is just another thing to hide. On the other side, he finds things have changed again while Hendrick and Vot talked about who was the real get.
Back home, Bill lay in his bed thinking about the bench and her touch. The thoughts of the day and the attack were just a distant echo. As he thought about her, he grew hard. From one corner of his room, Bill heard, “Jesus Bill you could put an eye out with that thing.” He jumped up while grabbing a pillow and putting it in front of himself. Brenda was sitting in a chair in the corner. She said, “I came here to see if you were alright not to see your baby maker.” Bill’s face turned red then he stammered out, “everything is alright. I am alright. How are you?” She smiled then asked, “so are you sticking it to the little girl or what?” Bill didn’t answer. She smiled then said, “yeah I didn’t think so.” Brenda looked at the door then back to Bill. They talked about Darren and then Jennifer. Brenda knew about Jennifer working as a dancer. After she left the house, Brenda had moved into Jennifer’s place. She said, “as it turns out some guys like their women short, so I started a shift at her club.” Bill said, “mom would be so proud.” She shook her head and said, “I don’t care what mom thinks. Where was she when uncle George was touching Jennifer and me?” She realized she hadn’t meant to say that. She got up and handed Bill an expanding envelope then slipped out the window. She said, “I wasn’t here, and you don’t know dick.”
Bill confronts two bullies and helps a freshman only to have his actions viewed negatively by Tina. Both he and Tina move closer as a couple into adult territory.
Bill made his way to school. It was unseasonably warm for that time of year. On his way, he saw Kenny Woods and Dean Jacks. The smell of smoke hit Bill before he saw the two. They were smoking something other than tobacco or at least with something added to it. They were in a hidden spot near the water. From what Bill could see they had a hold of a freshman. There was screaming and crying. Bill heard Dean say, “fuck him with the handle. Do it.” The two had found a broken broom handle along the side of the road. They decided to sodomize the first kid they could get a hold of. The boy was beaten and bloody with two front teeth missing. He pleaded, “please no. Please help.” Bill moved in on the two bullies. They seemed startled to see Bill. The first one let go of the boy and went for Bill. He swung a roundhouse punch that was slower than Darren’s punch. Bill caught it then pulling with his right hand he extended Dean’s arm out. With his left, he dislocated Dean’s arm at the shoulder. Then as Dean screamed, he punched him in the face. Dean’s nose broke with teeth shattering in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, and he was out. Bill looked back to see Kenny running down the path. He then turned to the boy who looked up at Bill then screamed and ran for the school.
Bill’s relationships start to evolve as he slowly starts to accept the reality of the book.
Bill opened the door and went inside. His mother Nancy was in the kitchen fixing something. She quickly looked to Bill then back to what she was doing. He couldn’t tell if that was just a look of acknowledgment or something else. She disappeared into the living room then back into the kitchen. There she said to Bill, “your brother is here.” She shook her head then looked back to the living room. She said, “somebody attacked your brother. He said there was two or three of them. They took his wallet.” A tear went down her cheek. She said, “they broke his arm then three of his fingers.” Bill let that lie roll around in his head. He didn’t know what to expect from Darren. He suspected he would come up with some story where he attacked him with a bat or something. Bill turned toward the living room where he could see the top of Darren’s head in their father’s recliner. A big no, no.
A voice from the past shows up and helps Hendrick reshape his plans as Bill becomes the Scarlet Knight.
The king stood near a window and looked down at the house. The boy was a test. If he could keep it going, then just maybe he could remain king. It would all hinge on this boy. But Hendrick didn’t understand boys of this time. In his time giving a teenager access to a naked girl would result in one thing. He also didn’t like trusting this Polish girl. As a member of the special services with the Nazi party, he killed many Polish soldiers as well as civilians. He liked to see them scream as he turned on the spray and watched them burn. Now he was the one that would burn if this polish girl failed. His wife, the queen, worked at Auschwitz as a guard for the children. He was happy to live his afterlife as a knight. Taking the throne was never a part of his plan. When their reality started to end, he fell onto the throne. His presence seemed to calm down the land as it would seem that the land picked him.
I am re-posting this on the correct page
It’s the first day of school and Bill finds himself facing his first crime, while Nadia faces her fear of returning to hell if she can’t sleep with the boy. Tina finds herself in a new social status with her classmates while Bill is reminded that he lost his best friend to football.
Nadia was out doing her usual daily routine. Feed the chickens, milk the cows and collect eggs. Most of the milk and eggs went to the castle keep where she sold them for other goods. Back home she saw her door open and a couple of the king’s guards just outside. One of them pushed the door open the rest of the way and made an enter gesture. She knew it wasn’t a request. Inside she found the king and another couple of guards. The guards took her by the arms and led her to a chair. Before forcing her to sit one of the guards cut her dress off her. She sat naked with these two men holding her arms back. The king sat in a chair near her. He said, “you were brought here because you looked like his little girlfriend. You had one job.” Nadia went to speak, but the king held his index finger up shushing her. He said, “We could easily put you back where we found you. If anyone knows it would be you that there is a special place in hell for someone that kills their own children.”
Bills life is split in two between the real world and that of the book.
There was nothing on the first page. It did look like there had been something with an indentation of some kind. The page had no copyright material or any kind of publishing information. Bill thumbed the pages stopping about three pages in and found some weird writing and a drawing of a naked man. It all looked hand drawn. The alphabet didn’t make any sense. It was nothing like he had ever seen before. He thought that this might be either some sort of primitive anatomy book or porn. Bill closed the book. As he closed the book, he had this feeling like something had changed within him. He put the book down and went back to the box. Near where the book was there were seven comics that Bill had never seen before. He picked one up. Tales of the Scarlet Knight, Volume One. He opened the book to see a young boy in a bedroom that sort of looked like his. Like Bill, the boy was battered and bruised. The boy in the comic opened an old book and turned into a man. He went from gawky to handsome in a page. Then a suit of armor in the color of the name of the book.
Update I posted the unedited version so I am posting with the edits.
Bill Martin is a fifteen-year-old boy on his way to sixteen unless his father has anything to say about it. He was born into a family that doesn’t seem to like him and his friends that abandoned him. The perfect mark for a certain book.
After starting to rework the book, I realized it would take a little more time than I thought so I am going to do it a chapter at a time and only when I am finished I will start back up with new parts. I will also write a short recap of the first book because the second book has some of the same characters and having a backstory might just help (many of the knights have evil pasts).
Bill found himself sitting by the water staring out at it wondering if it was deep enough to drown. He wasn’t necessarily suicidal he just liked having options. Bill was fifteen, about five-foot-seven and one-hundred pounds with reddish-brown hair. Most people would call him awkward looking with arms and legs that seemed too long for his body. As he sat there, he noticed a woman watching him. She seemed like she had a lot on her mind. Eventually, her stare felt awkward, so he got up and went down the path. He liked walking the trail that followed the Cuyahoga River. He was able to be alone even when people jogged or walked on by. In his back pocket was a folded dog-eared copy of Superior Spider-Man Volume four, a Necessary Evil. It was a used copy that was already folded, so he didn’t mind treating it like this. He had a good collection of comics back in his room. They were all that he really owned. Bill looked at his watch, it was 2 pm. His father should be on his way to work so the coast should be clear. Bill said to himself, “time to go home.”