The Possibility of Another Way (Wallabee's Audition)
Nov 10, 2016 5:19:38 GMT
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Post by fluffyrenegade on Nov 10, 2016 5:19:38 GMT
Wallabee stared at the rubble that was left of the criminal construction company’s latest project, the project that had killed his dad. There was nothing left, a few stick of homemade dynamite paired with C4 would do that to a building. Surveying the ruins, Wallabee quickly left with his things, a backpack full of cash and a fat manila envelope under his arm. It was time to go. He didn’t want to get caught for destruction of property after all.
As Wallabee left the scene, he started to realize what he had just done. He had completely destroyed a building using some homemade C4 and some cleaning supplies from his mom’s cleaning cupboard. What if someone figured out it had been him? What would happen to him and his mom? Sure, the company was actually just a front for a criminal organization but they still held some clout within in the city. What if they sent some thugs after him and his mom? They could end up in serious trouble. Not to mention, he didn’t really feel much better. The pain of missing his dad was still there after all. It hadn’t left, not for a moment.
Breath heavy, Wallabee ducked into a secluded alleyway and tried to calm himself down. Slumping against the wall, Wallabee took off his backpack and looked at the manila envelope. He had stolen the money from a vault that had been hidden in the basement of the building before rigging the entire thing to blow. It had been surprisingly easy to sneak into the seemingly ‘under construction’ building. He had also found enough information to crack the company’s front wide open. With this evidence inside, he and his mom could go to court against the company and win. So why did he still feel hollow?
Angry, Wallabee stood and started kicking and hitting the wall behind him. He didn’t stop until he felt someone pull him away from the wall and kindly turn him around.
“Take it easy kid. You are causing more damage to yourself than you are to that wall. You okay kid?” The stranger said as they handed him a tissue.
Wallabee took it and angrily wiped away the tears that had been welling in his eyes. He didn’t know when he had started crying, he didn’t even know he had been crying. He had just felt angry and hurt.
“I’m fine. What do you want?” Wallabee asked abruptly as he could a good look at the stranger before him. Surprised, Wallabee blinked as his brain tried to register the fact that there was a human sized Panda with a couple of grenades slung across his chest.
“What the hell?! What kind of freak are you?!” Wallabee said, unable to believe what he was seeing.
“Wow, thanks kid. Do you make a point of calling people freak?” The strange panda asked drily.
“When they’re a 6ft tall panda that talks, yeah.” Wallabee countered.
The panda chuckled. “Fair enough, kid. You mind if we talk for a bit?”
Wallabee looked at the panda suspiciously, “How do I know I can trust you?” He asked.
“You’re smart, kid. My name’s Panda King, I just want a moment of your time. I promise nothing bad will happen to you. There’s a park over there were we can talk if that will make you feel more comfortable. Also, you may not realize it but you banged up your hands pretty bad. I want to make sure you’re okay.” He said, looking at Wallabee’s scratched and bleeding fists.
Wallabee looked down at his hands. They did look pretty bad and they were starting to hurt a lot as the feeling returned to them. “You’re a doc?” He asked.
“No but when you are a demolitions expert, you learn how to administer basic first aid and access your injuries pretty quickly.”
Wallabee looked down. “My dad was a demos expert.” He said quietly.
“I know, kid. Come on, let’s talk.” The Panda King said sympathetically.
A few hours later, Wallabee was heading home, his mind whirling. He was still processing what had happened in the past few hours. After the Panda King had checked that his hands weren’t broken or cracked and then bandaged them up, he had told Wallabee about this school for thieves and how he wanted to recruit Wallabee. At first, the young Australian boy had been unsure about it but after thinking it over, he had agreed to give it a try. After agreeing to attend the school, the Panda King had helped him figure out what to do with the evidence he had found and the money he had stolen. Apparently, the Panda King knew a good Hacker who would help distribute the information in a way that would ensure the company was charged and those involved sent to jail. As for the money, it would be slowly be deposited into his mom’s account over the next year in a way that couldn’t be traced and wouldn’t be noticed. Once that was all sorted out, the Panda King had told him that he would receive an official letter as well as some info on the school. He just had to wait patiently.
His mind precoccupied, Wallabee barely noticed he had made it home. When he opened the door, his mom was waiting for him.
“Wallabee Beatles! Where have you…Wallie! What on earth did you do to your hands?!” His mother rushed forward and quickly pulled him inside. She gingerly took his wrists and inspected the bandages.
“Wallie! What on earth?! Wallie, you have to stop doing this to yourself! It’s not helping you at all! I know things are rough right now but this isn’t the way to make things better!” She said, becoming more upset as she spoke.
Wallabe sighed and looked at his mother. “I know mom, I’m sorry. But I have something important to tell you. Something that I think could be really helpful for me.”
“What is that Wallabee?” His mother asked.
“Well, there’s this….school and…”
The End.
As Wallabee left the scene, he started to realize what he had just done. He had completely destroyed a building using some homemade C4 and some cleaning supplies from his mom’s cleaning cupboard. What if someone figured out it had been him? What would happen to him and his mom? Sure, the company was actually just a front for a criminal organization but they still held some clout within in the city. What if they sent some thugs after him and his mom? They could end up in serious trouble. Not to mention, he didn’t really feel much better. The pain of missing his dad was still there after all. It hadn’t left, not for a moment.
Breath heavy, Wallabee ducked into a secluded alleyway and tried to calm himself down. Slumping against the wall, Wallabee took off his backpack and looked at the manila envelope. He had stolen the money from a vault that had been hidden in the basement of the building before rigging the entire thing to blow. It had been surprisingly easy to sneak into the seemingly ‘under construction’ building. He had also found enough information to crack the company’s front wide open. With this evidence inside, he and his mom could go to court against the company and win. So why did he still feel hollow?
Angry, Wallabee stood and started kicking and hitting the wall behind him. He didn’t stop until he felt someone pull him away from the wall and kindly turn him around.
“Take it easy kid. You are causing more damage to yourself than you are to that wall. You okay kid?” The stranger said as they handed him a tissue.
Wallabee took it and angrily wiped away the tears that had been welling in his eyes. He didn’t know when he had started crying, he didn’t even know he had been crying. He had just felt angry and hurt.
“I’m fine. What do you want?” Wallabee asked abruptly as he could a good look at the stranger before him. Surprised, Wallabee blinked as his brain tried to register the fact that there was a human sized Panda with a couple of grenades slung across his chest.
“What the hell?! What kind of freak are you?!” Wallabee said, unable to believe what he was seeing.
“Wow, thanks kid. Do you make a point of calling people freak?” The strange panda asked drily.
“When they’re a 6ft tall panda that talks, yeah.” Wallabee countered.
The panda chuckled. “Fair enough, kid. You mind if we talk for a bit?”
Wallabee looked at the panda suspiciously, “How do I know I can trust you?” He asked.
“You’re smart, kid. My name’s Panda King, I just want a moment of your time. I promise nothing bad will happen to you. There’s a park over there were we can talk if that will make you feel more comfortable. Also, you may not realize it but you banged up your hands pretty bad. I want to make sure you’re okay.” He said, looking at Wallabee’s scratched and bleeding fists.
Wallabee looked down at his hands. They did look pretty bad and they were starting to hurt a lot as the feeling returned to them. “You’re a doc?” He asked.
“No but when you are a demolitions expert, you learn how to administer basic first aid and access your injuries pretty quickly.”
Wallabee looked down. “My dad was a demos expert.” He said quietly.
“I know, kid. Come on, let’s talk.” The Panda King said sympathetically.
A few hours later, Wallabee was heading home, his mind whirling. He was still processing what had happened in the past few hours. After the Panda King had checked that his hands weren’t broken or cracked and then bandaged them up, he had told Wallabee about this school for thieves and how he wanted to recruit Wallabee. At first, the young Australian boy had been unsure about it but after thinking it over, he had agreed to give it a try. After agreeing to attend the school, the Panda King had helped him figure out what to do with the evidence he had found and the money he had stolen. Apparently, the Panda King knew a good Hacker who would help distribute the information in a way that would ensure the company was charged and those involved sent to jail. As for the money, it would be slowly be deposited into his mom’s account over the next year in a way that couldn’t be traced and wouldn’t be noticed. Once that was all sorted out, the Panda King had told him that he would receive an official letter as well as some info on the school. He just had to wait patiently.
His mind precoccupied, Wallabee barely noticed he had made it home. When he opened the door, his mom was waiting for him.
“Wallabee Beatles! Where have you…Wallie! What on earth did you do to your hands?!” His mother rushed forward and quickly pulled him inside. She gingerly took his wrists and inspected the bandages.
“Wallie! What on earth?! Wallie, you have to stop doing this to yourself! It’s not helping you at all! I know things are rough right now but this isn’t the way to make things better!” She said, becoming more upset as she spoke.
Wallabe sighed and looked at his mother. “I know mom, I’m sorry. But I have something important to tell you. Something that I think could be really helpful for me.”
“What is that Wallabee?” His mother asked.
“Well, there’s this….school and…”
The End.