Crazed Eyes

Crazed Eyes

By Chelsey York



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"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

He was laughing! Standing there laughing like a maniac. I had never seen him like that, with a crazed look in his eyes and an insane grin on his lips. I had known him my whole life; we'd been best friends, brothers. They had beaten him to a bloody pulp and he'd just stood there taking it, and now, he was mocking them. We had dealt with these losers before, but the rest of the gang had been with us. I think they beat him so much he kinda just lost it. They would knock him down and he would get right back up. Two of them had me pinned face down in the ground. I was just barely able to see, I had to strain my neck. I wasn't struggling, though. I had given up like a coward. They had dislocated my arm, pulled it so hard popped it right out of its socket. I had no chance against them, but him? He just kept going. They looked more tired then he did.

I stared at him in awe-- he just wouldn't stop. He wasn't fighting back, but he wasn't giving up, taunting them with his endless energy. Never showing a sign of pain and never letting that smirk leave his face. He must've had multiple broken ribs and I saw him spit out a couple teeth. They finally gave up after what seemed like hours of constant beating. The leader (who was the smartest out of the group and that's not saying much!) ordered the two who had me pinned to hold on to him, making it clear that he must have a front row seat. At this point I stood up. The rest, including the leader-- a grand total of six-- started gathering around me. I looked at him. His smile faltered.

The first blow was to the back of the head. I saw only black for a few seconds. When I saw clearly again I realized I had fallen and was on all fours. With that realization came another blow to the ribs. I heard my ribs crack. I looked at him with pleading eyes and heard myself gasp, "Kanada!" and for the first time I saw him crack. But the glimpse of such a rare serious emotion was quickly replaced by that of a man with one thing on his mind: revenge.

I looked up into the faces of my attackers, and they sneered back. The leader picked me up by the collar, laughing in my face. "He can't help you... He can't even help himself!"

I could only give my best defiant glare.

"You know why we are doing this?" he spat into my face. I couldn't say anything; I could barely breathe. I just looked at him, and he didn't wait for me to answer. "Because you are dogs, the both of you, who need to be trained! You are lower than..."

He stopped. We all stopped. There was this loud, sickening crack and then another. We turned around in time to see Kanada drop one of the two bodies by the neck. We all stared in horror as he picked up his katana that had been stolen away in the begining. The katana which had never killed but was used with grace and skill. I knew Kanada would never be the same. The Kanada I knew and loved was as dead as the corpses on the ground.

He stood there holding the katana, once again laughing. Then, without hesitation, he killed the other five henchmen-- saving the leader for last. The leader had no grace; he used his katana like an axe. Kanada took advantage of his weakness. The battle was short and the leader's death was swift. I had never seen so much blood.

He stood there, his closed eyes facing the night sky, looking relieved and satisfied. Finally remembering my presence, he opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at me. A look of sorrow filled his eyes. I snapped out of my daze, the pain flooded back into me. He grabbed my dislocated arm and put it back in place, I screamed in pure agony. He helped me up once the pain had subsided. Without words we walked away. We weren't worried about the bodies. In this city, murder is common. Besides, cops have more important things to worry about than teenage gangs. We headed toward the usual spot, an old gated off alleyway. Kanada took out his key and unlocked the gate. I immediately fell on one of the old couches and fell into a deep sleep.

I dreamed of when I first came to the orphanage. I don't remember anything about my parents. I think they were killed in the first impact, but I don't remember anything before the orphanage. I just remember being afraid and feeling complete loneliness. Crying under the slide out on the playground all alone. That's when I met him. And I will never forget the first thing he said: "I am Kanada and I am your new big brother!" I just remember looking at him like he was crazy. Then he started laughing and then I started laughing uncontrollably and we haven't parted since.

When I woke up I was alone, I was sore and I was hungry. Kanada was nowhere to be seen. I spotted the bowl of fruit on the table. I instantly grabbed a ripe plump plum. I took a bite and closed my eyes, enjoying the sweet juice sliding down my throat. I heard the gate, and my eyes snapped open. Embarrassed, I wiped the sweet, sticky juice off my chin. He gazed at me, then toward the morning sky with a far away look and said, "We are leaving."

I whispered, "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere far from here." He smiled at me like he did when he found me under that slide.

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