Chapter 2: Chapter 2: A Funeral
It had been a few days since the funeral. The family that was left gathered into Michael and Charlotte Dooley's household. Michael paces around in the kitchen while he talks to his sister, Angelina. "I just don't understand why someone would do such a thing to a little girl. She had so much ahead of her!" He shouts. Michael rarely got angry, but for the past few days he had been nothing but.
"I dunno. You'd have to be a monster to be able to do that. And you can't help but feel bad for Charlie too. I can't even fathom what he's going through right now." Angie replies, continuing to comfort her brother. Charlie had shut himself in his room ever since, only coming out for the funeral. His mother Charlotte had been sliding food under his door so he could still eat.
Charlotte walks up the steps and slides a sandwich under Charlie's door. As she stands up again she looks at his door and pauses for a moment. After a few seconds of thinking, she decides to open the door. As she steps in, she looks over to see her son sitting at his desk, holding his yo-yo he made for Lesley in his hand. He looks up and over to his mother with tears in his eyes "Do...do you think she would've liked it?" He asks, his words sort of falling out of his mouth.
"Yes...yes I think she would've loved it..." his mother replies. She leaves the room, not knowing what else to say. Unbeknownst to her, Charlie had been upgrading this new yo-yo to make it stronger and useful for more than just a toy. He had turned it into a weapon. Charlie was filled with rage. He wanted to hurt so many people. But he wanted most to hurt those who committed crime.
"If those people didn't exist," he thinks to himself, "I would still have a sister." Over the past few days he had been training more than he ever had. He exercised normally before, but had bumped it up to eleven. He had also been listening to a lot of music, and discovered that due to his dancing he had become very flexible and agile. He had designed a makeshift outfit out of his light blue hoodie, green shorts, a green bandana to cover his mouth and nose, and fingerless gloves. To finish it off, he painted a green swirl on the back of his hoodie to match the one he had painted on the yo-yo.
He spent the rest of the week practicing combat skills and practicing agility. Instead of taking the bus to school, he would run on the rooftops, trying to find ways to use his yo-yo as a rope to swing on or climb. This yo-yo was much sturdier than before due to the material it was made of. The string was a more bendable metal rather than rope, and the actual yo-yo itself was made of extremely strong metal. Strong enough to break through walls and other objects.
While practicing agility, he often listened to music through headphones to have a good rhythm to follow. Often his movements would turn more into dance moves rather than just acrobatics. Throughout the days he practiced, he got better quickly and rather easily.
Today was the final day of his practice. He had climbed up onto an apartment rooftop to practice where he couldn't be seen. With his yo-yo, he moved and flipped and spun, using the yo-yo to hit objects around him. He had learned so many tricks, such as spinning the yo-yo around his body to cover a full 360 degrees, in case he was outnumbered. He had also figured out a way to lift heavier objects with the yo-yo and using that as a projectile. He continues to practice moves he had learned throughout the day.
Later, around 6:30 pm, he walks back into his room to rest. As he lays on his bed, he thinks about that night. He thinks about how it was all his fault, and now he could've saved her if he had just grabbed her hand. "There's no one to blame but myself..." he says aloud. As he thinks, he remembers the look in his sister's eyes as he held her in his arms. He hated the man who had done this to her. The man who had done this to his family. "He has to pay..." he thinks to himself. "They all have to pay."
When the night falls, he climbs through his window, and stands on the rooftop "tonight, you all start to get what you deserve." He declares. He jumps into the shadows, looking to avenge his sister.
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