| Toronto has, as most cities do, a public transportation system that involves
a good amount of concrete and steal and wires and other things of that nature.
And because of this good sized public transportation system, there is a
constant need for Replacement concrete, steal, wires and lot of other fun
things. The Toronto Transportation commission does not want to pay loads
and loads of money for a spare steal garter, concrete block, spool of wire,
or anything else the train or bus might need to be driven into the city
by some trucking company, and they have solved this by Storing all their
spare parts in residential Toronto. And while these Storage areas are fenced
off, and guarded by one, or possibly two, security-guards-of-minimal-threat-to-anything,
there was always a back way in. Miles and Zack were eleven, they were both in the same class, there names were called one after the other on the attendance sheet, they shared interests in forts, guns, and sneaking. Also spying. No doubt about it, best friends. So when it was discovered that there was an easy way to get into the Train storage yard near Zack's house that required a lot of sneaking, there was a instant silent unanimous decision made that this place, the train yard, was the perfect place to spend every free afternoon. Several weeks went by, and although they snuck and spyed as best they could, nobody seemed to care. So Miles and zack got bored. And they started making noise. It didn't take them long to attract the attention of the on duty security-guard-of-minimal-threat Stewart Bowars. Stewart Bowars was a big man, a serious man. He thought of himself as a man of dignity, authority, and power. He had been hired not 6 weeks earlier as a security guard for the Toronto Transit Commission and had not been late once, or taken any sick days since he began. Every evening he polished his flashlight, and badge. His uniform he had dry cleaned and pressed every week. He had somewhat of a perspiration problem. The security booth was equipped with a small Television, on which Stewart was happily watching the game between Toronto and Calgary when he was interrupted by the sound of a young boy making gun noises. This being the first disturbance Stewart had encountered in his six weeks as a member of the TTC security personnel. He was more then a little excited. Stewart stormed out of the security booth with his flashlight bouncing on his hip, wearing a frown of powerful disapproval, ready to strike fear into any who opposed him. When the two boys saw the large security guard barreling towards them, the forgot all about any escape plans that had been made if the situation were to arise. Heaving, Stewart towered over the boys. "You are trespassing." Said Stewart, trying to dignify his heavy breathing with mean stares. "You are fat." Miles informed Stewart. Laughing hysterically Zack and Miles started running as fast as they could towards there secret exit. Zack looked back just in time to see his large pursuer trip over a railroad tie and strike his head against a protruding cement block. Undeterred by the blood now covering his eyes and most of his face, Stewart scrambled to his feet and started shouting words the likes of which young Zack and Miles have never imagined. Calgary won the game, Stewart got 9 stitches, and Miles and Zack remained unafraid. Only because he insisted, Stewart did not miss a day of work for his injury. He was back at the yard the very next day, waiting. For Miles and Zack, this just made it all the more fun, somebody cared. There was actually good reason to be sneaking around, it was awesome. Stewart had flipped the small television in his booth to the closed circuit monitoring station. He waited until he knew he could get between the boys and their secret escape route, and he made his move. Out he came, flashlight bobing, badge shining, stitches straining to hold his infuriated pulsing head together. As he had planned, the boys started to run towards their exit, but fueled by the speed of his anger, Stewart moved like and avalanche. He cut off Miles and grabbed at his arm, Miles was quick, Stewart grabbed again, catching the neck of Mile's shirt. Steward wrestled with the boy for a minute until he had both of Mile's small wrists in on of his hands. Zack stood frozen with fear, watching his friend struggle. In desperation and dislike, Miles began swearing and kicking wildly at his captures shins. "Stop it you little shit!" Commanded Stewart "You Little shit, you shit face! Stop NOW! What the fuck is the matter with you!?" Miles continued to kick with unrelenting force, shouting insults and struggling to get his wrists free from the sweaty grip of red faced security guard. Stewart, was getting more and more angry with every passing second, shouting at Miles, and he began to shake the boy by his wrists. With and outraged yell of intense fury, Stewart raised his fist and socked Miles in the face. Everything was quiet. Stewart let Mile's wrists drop. Thick red blood was streaming out of Mile's unconscious face. Zack stood, white, gaping at what he had just seen, and his friend now lying on the ground in a limp bloody mess. Stewart Began to tremble, then shake. "I didn't mean to hit him so hard, uh, shit! What the fuck was I doing!? Oh shit! Whimpered Stewart, who was under the impression that he had just killed an eleven year old boy. He knew this could get him fired, the worst thing that could ever happen. A moan came out of Miles. Zack looked first at Miles, then at Stewart. Stewart looked terrified. Slowly, Miles got up. "Ok, uh, wait, listen, uh. Sorry." Said Stewart "listen, uh, you guys can play here all the time, ok? No problem. Ok? Uh uh uh. Do you like money? Here" Stewart removed the contents of his wallet and threw it at Zack. "Ok? Fair? You guys can play here, I gave you some money, nobody needs to know, uh, ok?" Yeah ok the end. I don't know what this story is supposed to be about. But Ill fix it later, Im going to bed. As you read it you can see me get more and more tired. maybe Ill add some robots, robots are sweet. Possible Epilog: Stewart Bowars went on to enlist in the US army, and has been in boot camp for 3 years. Zack and Miles became mega cool surfers who totally pork lots of hot women all the time. |