Personal Narrative-Fairytale Signs

“Hey, Mr. Atkins!” Rick heard Peter call out to him again, but before the boy could hurl another insult Ricks way, Rick shouted out to him and Kyle, “Peter! Kyle! I’m glad you’re back! Come here quick! I was just thinking about what you guys had said to me earlier and do you know what? I think you’re right. So, I’ve decide that it’s time to get the place cleaned up a bit, don’t you? Anyways, I was wondering if you boys would like my collection of old, skin magazines?” The boys just looked at each other in shock and awe. “Hell yeah, Mr. Atkins, we’ll take ‘em.” “Great, great, boys, they’re right over here.” Rick said to the boys sounding jubilant. “There are a lot of them so you might have to make two trips to get them all home.” “That’s no problem.” answered Kyle. “They’re just over there.” replied Rick. “Next to that old, rusted-out washer and dryer by that oak tree, I already have them piled up in some boxes for you guys.” “Okay.” said Peter, his eyes full of excitement as the boys began to race over to where Rick had said the magazines would be. “Hey, I don’t see them?” Peter called out to Rick as the boys feverishly combed the entire area. “Huh? That’s funny.” mentioned Rick as he walked up behind the two boys. “They were right here a few minutes ago. Oh, well… How about a hammer instead?” Rick then asked. Peter looked up at Rick bewildered, but before he could reply Rick leveled him between the eyes with the claw end of his hammer, embedding the tool deep into Peter’s skull. “What the fuck, man!” Kyle screamed in fright as he turned to head-for-the-hills. Rick shook the hammer vigorously until he’d jarred Peter’s lifeless body loose, then he ran after Kyle as Peter’s now vacuous eyes watched Rick hunt down his friend. Kyle was a lot younger and quicker than Rick and it appeared for a moment as if he might actually get away. Losing ground, Rick panicked slightly as he huffed-and-puffed after the boy, but then he realized that he wasn’t going to be able to catch up to the boy before the kid had reached the street and began screaming for help. So, in a last-ditch effort, Rick hurled his hammer that he’d still held in his hand at the back of Kyle, striking him in the neck which caused the boy to pitch forward stumbling to the ground as he yelped out in pain. Rick then quickly made up ground to where he could snatched up the hammer and used it to deliver a dozen or so bone-crunching whacks to Kyle’s face, caving it in like the crust of a pie that had hit the floor. Rick breathed heavy, belabored breathes as he gleefully smiled up at the sky and began to laugh. He then worked quickly to gather up the boys’ bodies stashing them behind the old, junked appliances in the backyard. “Alright, nicely done! I’m your host DJ Ose and …show more content…
And, as the rap music sprang forth out of it, growing louder by the second, the disgusted look on Rick’s face grew exponentially along with it.
“Eh, yo, Rickyyy…” J-Dog said to Rick as he slinked out of the vehicle. Rick took to noticing the large gold chain and flashy rings he was wearing, right away. Not to mention the pathetic corn rows hidden under his do-rag. “What up, playa?” “Sup?” Rick nodded back at Jamie, but he didn’t catch Rick’s sarcastic undertones. “I’m glad you’re here, J-Dog.” Rick then said brandishing a wide smile. Because not only do I have your money, but I thought you’d also like a couple of genuine-fur coats I had stashed away up in the attack. I thought maybe you could use them in your rap video. You know, give it that straight-up pimpin’ look?” “Oh, word, dawg?” Jamie said with an upward inflection to his voice. “Yeah, lemme check those out.” “Sure, J-Dog,” Rick said with a smirk curling up from his lips. “They’re just over there behind that old washer and dryer next to the oak tree.” “Oh, Aw-ight, word.” responded