Requiem for a Rock Star
Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 7:48 pm
It was a day that was more or less just like any other.
Marty walked to school all on his own, passing by his fellow classmates without taking particularly much notice of them. He attended the first couple of lessons whilst saying as very little as possible. At lunch, he ate all on his own on a round table, occasionally taking the odd sidewise glance in the direction of Charlene Norris or whoever attractive looking girl happened to be near at the time. It was, in all respects, a perfectly average day.
It wasn't until he sat alone in the library, reading the copy of Watchmen he had for the fifth time in a row, that something out of the ordinary happened.
Someone tried to speak with him.
"Dude! Is that Watchmen you're reading?"
Marty turned to the newcomer, a confused look on his face. Was somebody actually trying to talk to HIM for once? Apparently so... A tall wannabe-be stoner from the looks of things as well.
Unsure as to how to reply, Marty stammered for a moment before answering the tall boy's question.
"Um... Yeah."
"Oh, cool. Its an awesome comic, isn't it?"
"Uh, yeah, I suppose..."
"Yeah. But you're, like, the first guy I've seen around here who seems to feel the same way. Well, you an' Vaughan, but he was the guy who introduced it to me in the first place so he doesn't count..."
"I see....."
Marty wasn't entirely sure how he feel about the situation he suddenly found himself in. On the one hand, part of him wanted this guy who bug off and leave him in peace. On the other though, he couldn't help but enjoy actually being able to talk to someone for once about his favourite graphic novel for once...
"...Uh, anyway, sorry if i'm botherin' you or anything. If you want, I'll uh....."
"Nono, its fine. You're not bothering me at all. I've already read this, like, five times already..."
"Oh... Really? Man, i've only read it, like, three times tops."
There was a slight pause as the two boys figured out what to say next, neither of them having much of an idea as to how to continue the conversation any further. Surprisingly, in the end, Marty was the one who broke the silence...
"...So, you read much of Alan Moore's stuff?"
"Alan who?"
"Alan Moore. You know, the guy who wrote Watchmen?"
"Uh, let me think... Um, you mind naming some of his stuff?"
"Sure, uh, lets see... V for Vendetta"
"Oh yeah, read that. Saw the movie as well."
"Cool. Uh... From Hell?"
"Nope, never heard of it."
"Okay, um..... The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen?"
"...Theres a comic of that?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"...AWESOME! I totally wanna read that at some point! I mean, if its anywhere near as kickass as the movie was, then it must be one helluva sweet comic!"
At this point, Marty couldn't help but burst out laughing. Not at Joshua though, at least, not intentionally. Just at the idea of the movie adaptation of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen being considered to be anywhere near as good as the comics where. After his sudden outburst ended, the small boy couldn't help but feel embarrassed at how he'd laughed after Joshua shared his thoughts on the movie. Oh crap, I hope I didn't offend him...
Thankfully though, Joshua seemed to have been laughing alongside him. A fact which Marty found more relieving then he really thought it would be...
"Hahaheheh... I, uh, don't get it."
"Nevermind, it doesn't matter..." Marty replied with a smile on his face. For some reason, there was something about this guy that Marty couldn't help but like. Maybe it was his carefree attitude. Maybe it was his warm and innocent smile. Or maybe it was just the fact that he reminded Marty of those surfer dudes you found in movies from the early nineties... Either way, the fact remained that for some reason or another, Marty happened to like this guy a lot more then anyone else he'd met at this school.
Just then, the school bell went off, signalling the start of their next lessons.
"Well, I guess thats my cue. Seeya around, uh..."
"...Marty."
"...Marty! As in, Mcfly, right?"
"Hehe, yeah I guess..."
"Cool. Nice to meet you Marty. Oh, uh, mine's Joshua by the way."
On that note, Joshua put his hand out and offered to shake Marty's, an offer the small boy slowly but surely took up on.
"...Well, nice to meet you Joshua."
And from that point on, the two boys went on to form a seemingly unbreakable friendship. One which they both believe would last far beyond their years at Bayview. One that they both knew would never be broken, no matter what troubles lay ahead..........................................................................................................................
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((Marty J. Lovett continued from Later, Buddy))
Joshua was dead.
No matter how many times Marty told himself that fact in his head, he just couldn't get over the fact that his best friend in the entire world was now gone...
Shot in the head.....
Never to come back........
And it was all because of him.
All because Joshua had been protecting Marty from danger.
All because Quincy Jones had decided to act all gangster and interrogate them for information which they didn't have.
All because Danya had chosen THEIR school to be the one to abduct.
All because Marty had run away like a filthy coward.....
No, don't think that! He TOLD you to run, remember? Thats why he died! He died in order to save your life! Because you're so pathetic, that other people have to die in order for you to live! You fucking asshole! First Carol dies because you're too pitiful to shift your ass, now Joshua's dead because you couldn't be man up in time! Whose next, huh? Natalie? You gonna let her die now, huh? HUH?!?
No no, stop it Marty!
Everyone you know and care about is going to die Marty! EVERYONE!
SHUT UP! JUST SHUT. UP!
...Please?
Eventually, the small boy made his way back to the wooden shack by the mines, just as Joshua had promised to. There, he found the corpse of Michelle lying on the floor in a heap, and a few dozen metres or so away Richard Han's corpse lay broken and bloodied after it had fallen from such a high height.
And yet, for some reason, Aston and Anna weren't there.
...Fuck. Well, so much for waiting for us to return. Now what? I've got nowhere else to go... No one else to go to... I'm back to square one again. Back to being reduced to fucking hiding like a goddamn coward!
The young boy fell to his knees, and looked at the jutte he'd taken along with him when he'd ran away. The only item he now had to remind him of Joshua. He could almost see his face in the reflection of the metal, smiling back at him with that same goofy grin he always had on.
A single tear drop splashed onto the edge of the blunt weapon. Followed by another, and another, until before Marty knew it he was emptying his heart out. Tears flowing down his cheeks like a roaring waterfall.
And so, he just stayed there for a while, crying alone and unloved on an island full of people who didn't care.
In more ways then one, he really was back to square one all over again.
Marty walked to school all on his own, passing by his fellow classmates without taking particularly much notice of them. He attended the first couple of lessons whilst saying as very little as possible. At lunch, he ate all on his own on a round table, occasionally taking the odd sidewise glance in the direction of Charlene Norris or whoever attractive looking girl happened to be near at the time. It was, in all respects, a perfectly average day.
It wasn't until he sat alone in the library, reading the copy of Watchmen he had for the fifth time in a row, that something out of the ordinary happened.
Someone tried to speak with him.
"Dude! Is that Watchmen you're reading?"
Marty turned to the newcomer, a confused look on his face. Was somebody actually trying to talk to HIM for once? Apparently so... A tall wannabe-be stoner from the looks of things as well.
Unsure as to how to reply, Marty stammered for a moment before answering the tall boy's question.
"Um... Yeah."
"Oh, cool. Its an awesome comic, isn't it?"
"Uh, yeah, I suppose..."
"Yeah. But you're, like, the first guy I've seen around here who seems to feel the same way. Well, you an' Vaughan, but he was the guy who introduced it to me in the first place so he doesn't count..."
"I see....."
Marty wasn't entirely sure how he feel about the situation he suddenly found himself in. On the one hand, part of him wanted this guy who bug off and leave him in peace. On the other though, he couldn't help but enjoy actually being able to talk to someone for once about his favourite graphic novel for once...
"...Uh, anyway, sorry if i'm botherin' you or anything. If you want, I'll uh....."
"Nono, its fine. You're not bothering me at all. I've already read this, like, five times already..."
"Oh... Really? Man, i've only read it, like, three times tops."
There was a slight pause as the two boys figured out what to say next, neither of them having much of an idea as to how to continue the conversation any further. Surprisingly, in the end, Marty was the one who broke the silence...
"...So, you read much of Alan Moore's stuff?"
"Alan who?"
"Alan Moore. You know, the guy who wrote Watchmen?"
"Uh, let me think... Um, you mind naming some of his stuff?"
"Sure, uh, lets see... V for Vendetta"
"Oh yeah, read that. Saw the movie as well."
"Cool. Uh... From Hell?"
"Nope, never heard of it."
"Okay, um..... The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen?"
"...Theres a comic of that?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"...AWESOME! I totally wanna read that at some point! I mean, if its anywhere near as kickass as the movie was, then it must be one helluva sweet comic!"
At this point, Marty couldn't help but burst out laughing. Not at Joshua though, at least, not intentionally. Just at the idea of the movie adaptation of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen being considered to be anywhere near as good as the comics where. After his sudden outburst ended, the small boy couldn't help but feel embarrassed at how he'd laughed after Joshua shared his thoughts on the movie. Oh crap, I hope I didn't offend him...
Thankfully though, Joshua seemed to have been laughing alongside him. A fact which Marty found more relieving then he really thought it would be...
"Hahaheheh... I, uh, don't get it."
"Nevermind, it doesn't matter..." Marty replied with a smile on his face. For some reason, there was something about this guy that Marty couldn't help but like. Maybe it was his carefree attitude. Maybe it was his warm and innocent smile. Or maybe it was just the fact that he reminded Marty of those surfer dudes you found in movies from the early nineties... Either way, the fact remained that for some reason or another, Marty happened to like this guy a lot more then anyone else he'd met at this school.
Just then, the school bell went off, signalling the start of their next lessons.
"Well, I guess thats my cue. Seeya around, uh..."
"...Marty."
"...Marty! As in, Mcfly, right?"
"Hehe, yeah I guess..."
"Cool. Nice to meet you Marty. Oh, uh, mine's Joshua by the way."
On that note, Joshua put his hand out and offered to shake Marty's, an offer the small boy slowly but surely took up on.
"...Well, nice to meet you Joshua."
And from that point on, the two boys went on to form a seemingly unbreakable friendship. One which they both believe would last far beyond their years at Bayview. One that they both knew would never be broken, no matter what troubles lay ahead..........................................................................................................................
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((Marty J. Lovett continued from Later, Buddy))
Joshua was dead.
No matter how many times Marty told himself that fact in his head, he just couldn't get over the fact that his best friend in the entire world was now gone...
Shot in the head.....
Never to come back........
And it was all because of him.
All because Joshua had been protecting Marty from danger.
All because Quincy Jones had decided to act all gangster and interrogate them for information which they didn't have.
All because Danya had chosen THEIR school to be the one to abduct.
All because Marty had run away like a filthy coward.....
No, don't think that! He TOLD you to run, remember? Thats why he died! He died in order to save your life! Because you're so pathetic, that other people have to die in order for you to live! You fucking asshole! First Carol dies because you're too pitiful to shift your ass, now Joshua's dead because you couldn't be man up in time! Whose next, huh? Natalie? You gonna let her die now, huh? HUH?!?
No no, stop it Marty!
Everyone you know and care about is going to die Marty! EVERYONE!
SHUT UP! JUST SHUT. UP!
...Please?
Eventually, the small boy made his way back to the wooden shack by the mines, just as Joshua had promised to. There, he found the corpse of Michelle lying on the floor in a heap, and a few dozen metres or so away Richard Han's corpse lay broken and bloodied after it had fallen from such a high height.
And yet, for some reason, Aston and Anna weren't there.
...Fuck. Well, so much for waiting for us to return. Now what? I've got nowhere else to go... No one else to go to... I'm back to square one again. Back to being reduced to fucking hiding like a goddamn coward!
The young boy fell to his knees, and looked at the jutte he'd taken along with him when he'd ran away. The only item he now had to remind him of Joshua. He could almost see his face in the reflection of the metal, smiling back at him with that same goofy grin he always had on.
A single tear drop splashed onto the edge of the blunt weapon. Followed by another, and another, until before Marty knew it he was emptying his heart out. Tears flowing down his cheeks like a roaring waterfall.
And so, he just stayed there for a while, crying alone and unloved on an island full of people who didn't care.
In more ways then one, he really was back to square one all over again.