Post by Therider on Feb 2, 2013 13:17:35 GMT -5
Chapter 1: The Beginning
"Hey, Kronie, catch!"
The leather ball hit young Nathan Kron in the side of the head. Unflinching, he held his ground.
"An old ball from way back then. 'Lot harder than the average "light-ball", huh?"
The older boys laughed and walked away. Nathan remained silent, as he thought of 5 ways to get back at them.
Nathan was only twelve, but he knew more than enough to get by in the hellhole of an orphanage. The workers were nice, giving him comfort and a place to live his entire life. it was his fellows in the orphanage that made life there rough. If it wasn't old baseballs, they're rocks or pieces of steel.
He only had one friend among the ruthless orphans, and that was his hammer. It's mere presence kept away any attackers. The hammer itself as Nathan's only heirloom, his only tie to his real parents.
He barely dwelt on the idea of his parents. They had left him here when he was born, and he never saw them ever. Sometimes he wondered about them, but he pushed those thoughts aside.
Today, however, Nathan was not ready to take anything lying down. He dashed towards the two boys, hammer in hand. The two boys turned and dashed away, fearing for their lives. He stopped and picked up a piece of wood. He threw it at one of the boys. It hit him square in the back of the head, and the boy fell down.
He turned to face the other boy, and found he had acquired a lead pipe. At this time, many of the other boys had crowded around them, as to watch a fight. The older boy smiled a grin of pure delight. Nathan merely remained stoic.
The two clashed, with lead hitting the steel head of the hammer. The resounding sound was heard many times, until a sharp cry of pain came out. Nathan stood tall, while the other boy had to drag his right leg to actually move.
When the workers had come out, the older boy who had been hit in the head was barely coming to, and the other boy now had a permanent limp in his right leg. Nathan only had the blunt hit of the ball from earlier.
The orphanage , after listening to the stories of all three boys, decided to punish all three, taking away their dessert privileges. The other boys now looked at Nathan with a look of awe and respect, as well as a hint of fear. Nathan learned that day that fear is better than love.
He reached the top of the hierarchy a few year later, and was helping others when the world went to hell.
"Hey, Kronie, catch!"
The leather ball hit young Nathan Kron in the side of the head. Unflinching, he held his ground.
"An old ball from way back then. 'Lot harder than the average "light-ball", huh?"
The older boys laughed and walked away. Nathan remained silent, as he thought of 5 ways to get back at them.
Nathan was only twelve, but he knew more than enough to get by in the hellhole of an orphanage. The workers were nice, giving him comfort and a place to live his entire life. it was his fellows in the orphanage that made life there rough. If it wasn't old baseballs, they're rocks or pieces of steel.
He only had one friend among the ruthless orphans, and that was his hammer. It's mere presence kept away any attackers. The hammer itself as Nathan's only heirloom, his only tie to his real parents.
He barely dwelt on the idea of his parents. They had left him here when he was born, and he never saw them ever. Sometimes he wondered about them, but he pushed those thoughts aside.
Today, however, Nathan was not ready to take anything lying down. He dashed towards the two boys, hammer in hand. The two boys turned and dashed away, fearing for their lives. He stopped and picked up a piece of wood. He threw it at one of the boys. It hit him square in the back of the head, and the boy fell down.
He turned to face the other boy, and found he had acquired a lead pipe. At this time, many of the other boys had crowded around them, as to watch a fight. The older boy smiled a grin of pure delight. Nathan merely remained stoic.
The two clashed, with lead hitting the steel head of the hammer. The resounding sound was heard many times, until a sharp cry of pain came out. Nathan stood tall, while the other boy had to drag his right leg to actually move.
When the workers had come out, the older boy who had been hit in the head was barely coming to, and the other boy now had a permanent limp in his right leg. Nathan only had the blunt hit of the ball from earlier.
The orphanage , after listening to the stories of all three boys, decided to punish all three, taking away their dessert privileges. The other boys now looked at Nathan with a look of awe and respect, as well as a hint of fear. Nathan learned that day that fear is better than love.
He reached the top of the hierarchy a few year later, and was helping others when the world went to hell.