Rebuilding a Chance..
They
say that change is imminent eventually, that only a select group of people can
see within the depths of their souls and see where they need to be.
He wiped the sweat from his brow as
he tilted his customized Harley motorcycle to one side and stepped off of it,
making sure that it stood firmly on its stand. The light winter breeze blew his
hair slightly as he looked forward at the building. No, it wasn't the one he
called home but for this moment in time, it would have to do. There were too
many memories to just let it all fade away from existence. His pops would have
wanted it that way, even if his hard headed ass would have never admitted to
it.
At least it's a start...
The young man thought to himself as
he walked the sidewalk away from the parking lot and towards the door. A man met
him halfway in a scarlet and black uniform and extended a hand his way in
greeting.
"How
you doing Chance?"
Chance lifted his arm and took the
man's hand in his firmly, shaking it for a brief moment before releasing it.
"I'm doing good Jeff. I see
things are still moving along slowly but your holding the fort down."
The man shook his head up and down
slightly before responding, letting his hand rest on his side.
"Yes
sir but we have to start somewhere. I'm just glad you called me to come help
with this. "
Chance smiled before a slight frown
appeared on his face and he lifted his hand up to tap the man on his shoulder
lightly.
"It's the least I could do
after what happened to your brother in New Texas Jeff. Your family has always
been very dedicated to what my dad and Carlos stood for. I just hope we can
bring it back to where it was one day. At least that way we'll know were
trying, ya know?"
Chance sighed a bit and pulled back
his hand from the man's shoulder. Clearing his throat, he continued.
"Everything starts with a dream
though Jeff. Hell, you know that. You were here before and saw the good our
parent's did. I just hope we can do the same."
The man showed Chance another slight
nod and stood to the side, opening the door for him to enter. In return, the
young walked inside as the door whished closed behind him. Letting out a light
sigh, Chance's eyes teared up as he looked around the half finished complex,
remembering what had happened just a few months earlier.
//"OCTOBER 12TH!
Do YOU REMEMBER?!?"
Chance pulled back his
hand and slapped Clint across the face repeatedly, then reached for the
crossbow perched on his upper leg while dropping his father's chin and standing
up, execution style. Chance yelled out again, lifting the crossbow and
directing its sights at his father.
"DO YOU REMEMBER
ME?!?"
Clint eyes watered up
when he heard the date. How could he not remember that date? It was the day that
his first child would have been born had Bobbi not lost it. How did this man
know that though....Unless he was telling the truth? Clint shook his head in
disbelief and whispered softly through hurried breaths.
"It can't be..."
Chance
forced his will, slowing time into almost a standstill as he moved. He could
see the dart getting closer to him and then turned his head towards his father,
pushing him out of the way with his hand. Chance spoke although his voiced
seemed like it was in slow motion.
"Fooooooooouuuuuuurrrrr
ssseeccccoooooonnnnndddddssss....saaaavvveeeee meeeeee
daaaaaaaaaaadddd......Pleeeeeeaaaasssseeeee........."
Everything
was in slow motion now and Clint seemed to be stuck in slow motion as well, yet
his mind raced along at normal speed. He realized what was happening now; even
as the dart hit Chance in his neck and the young man began his slow decent to
the pavement. The device that Chance had placed on Clint's chest began to blink
quickly, engulfing the archer in a bright white light. 4, 3, 2, 1...and Clint was
gone. Lync screamed out, dropping the gun instinctively and reaching to catch
Chance at the last possible instant in his arms, yet yelling out and still
trying to reach Clint with his other outstretched hand.
"NOoooooooooOOOOOOOOoooOOooooo!"//
Chance stopped in his tracks,
putting way the memories with a blink of his eyes. There were more important
matters at hand.
The only parts of the building
finished were the first floor level. A whisper escaped his lips as he looked at
a photo on the wall, more of a symbol of the struggle of a past he wasn't there
for.
"Four seconds...all you have to
do is find what I left you...when you do dad, I'll have your dream waiting for
you here...."
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