Friday, April 29, 2011

Ninth Post- End of Story 1

     That is when the creature hobbled over to my desk, where I was sitting with hands on my lap, my head hanging dejectedly. He let forth a cackle. That is when he had told me that this court summons was frivolous, and the cost of the lawyers had caused him financial troubles over the previous weeks. The bastard was counter-suing me.
     The insolence! The daring, the.. The... The disrespect! My rage frothed up inside me at that moment, and I lunged across the table in a half-successful attempt at wrapping my hand around his lumpy neck. His lawyers, who had been trained bodyguards, then proceeded to beat the living hell out of me. I was escorted (carried, would perhaps be more accurate) out of the room into a squad car, where I was taken to the city jail.
     And here I stew, in my shame and misery. I am awaiting to hear if Hogger shall press charges, which no doubt he will. The counter-suing, the charges, and the inevitable decline in my reputation shall no doubt be the end of me. Here I sit, with this strange, dirty man, in my cell of self loathing. Perhaps one day I can find a way to get back at that ugly, god forsaken animal, somehow. Until then, I shall reflect, I shall learn, I shall persist.
     And one day, I shall plan.
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