| Chronicles of Vintor Otis #4 | |
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| Vintor_Otis | Jan 23 2011, 01:19 AM Post #1 |
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Vintor Otis walked down the narrow street in the dead of the night trying to see if he could find what he was looking for. He was walking with a purpose and his silver hair billowed in the wind as he strode along, with a stern look on his face. Pretty soon, he arrived outside a house that had a brown oak door and all the windows were boarded up. Otis carefully walked up to the door and, taking out a key from his jeans pocket, tried the lock. There was a satisfying click and the door opened to show a smallish living room that had clearly not been lived in for a very long time. Otis lifted his forearm to cover his face as the smell of musk and dust crept into his face, engulfing him. The dust soon died down however and Otis lowered his hand; he was home. Otis remembered, all those years ago, that this house was where he had lived a life of squalor and decay with his mother and Jim. This was the house where he had received all those beat downs from coked-up druggies who did not agree with the little kid when he tried to protect his mother from being smacked over and over. Otis walked through the living room and his eyes fell on the door that opened up into THAT room. A scowl immediately came over Otis’s face as he slowly walked up to the door and opened it cautiously but deliberately. Otis remembered this room too. This was the room through which he used to regularly hear his mother scream and shout, sometimes with ecstasy, sometimes with horror. This room was where Jim took his mother when he wanted to have his way with her. This was the room where Otis had stabbed him point blank in his eye. This was the room where the police had found him cowering under that table that was now upturned in the corner. This room had a long history in this crack-den of a house and even now, even with no resident of the house for so many years, the room gave off a horrifying vibe. Maybe this vibe would be there until the house was finally torn down in a couple of days. Otis stopped reminiscing and remembered exactly why he was here. He quickly made his way out of the room and headed upstairs. It was amazing how Otis could see where he was going in almost complete darkness but he knew this house like the back of his hand. Otis knew that he had to walk down the passageway to the end room, and very soon, Otis found himself turning the door handle and walking in. Otis quickly found the boarded up window and he gave the wooden planks a swift kick. Otis needed to have some light in this room for he had come to his old house to look for something special. He was holding out hope that what he was looking for was still around and had not been taken by the greedy pigs that were the Chicago Police Department. Otis glanced above the bed to a tiny brick that was slightly loose in the structure of the house. Otis pulled the brick out and looked inside the small hole he had made all those years ago. Sure enough there it was. Inside the little hideout was a bracelet, a simple bracelet that looked tacky, outdated and worn but this bracelet was worth a lot to Vintor Otis. This bracelet was the bracelet given to him by his grandmother before his mother had run away with him from Belleville when he was only 4. This bracelet was the last remaining aspect of Vintor Otis that he still valued. This bracelet was the last piece of him that was human and the part of Vintor Otis that was lodged in his heart, the part that still felt something. Otis examined the bracelet. It looked exactly the same as it had done all those years ago except maybe there was a lot more dust in its nooks and crannies than he could ever remember. Otis placed the bracelet in his pocket and swiftly walked out of the room without a backwards glance. Otis quickly made his way out of the house but stopped on the porch outside. Maybe his conscience was finally tugging at him. Otis turned around to look at the house that held so many memories for him and sighed slightly. There was a specific reason why Otis had come to the house. The word going around was that this house was being levelled in a few days. It had become an eyesore after 11 years of sitting there with no resident because no one was willing to live in such a bad neighbourhood. Even the crooks shied away from taking this cursed house. Yet, this house was special because this was where Vintor Otis had lived for those years of his life when his innocence was destroyed by society. This house was where Vintor Otis had changed and had grown up way too fast. Otis turned around once again with his back to the house and continued to walk away. He had gotten the one thing he had come for because no one should have to use his weakness against him. Otis would now put away the valued bracelet in a place where no one would find it. All it did was serve to remind Otis of his haunted childhood and no one should be reminded of that. Otis now had a new life to live by himself and he had new goals. The sVo Championship beckoned him to claim it very soon and Otis would do what he set out to do in due time. This week was a special week. Vintor Otis banished away his demons this week and is now going to concentrate on the things that matter most; hurting those people that have somehow hurt him. He will have his revenge one way or another. |
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