1 I JUST WANTED CHRISTOPHER SABBAT'S AUTOGRAPH!!
On a day like any other day a young man hurries to go to his first anime convention. He's fairly tall at 6'1" with a nice bronze tan, his hair dyed white and done in a booya with deep green eyes hidden behind his oakley's. Grinning from ear to ear he thinks about all the cool stuff that he's about to see and thinking about how to spend his hard earned cash.
Young Man:Definintely...I definitely have to get Christopher Sabat's autograph.
He nods his head and reaffirms his decision. Thinking about his favorite voice actor he turns the last corner to get to the main street that the convention will be on as he gasps at all the people that are there.
YM:Hoooooooohhhhhhh...
With the literal sea of convention go-ers the young man sweats a little from the sight and the heat from it all.
YM:Small kine lotta people.....das kinda kool.
The young man decided to check everything he had on him once again since the lines were so long.
He unslung his backpack and put it on the ground out of people's way to do his checklist.
Water bottles...check.
Snacks...check.
Tote bags...check.
Autograph papers....check.
Phone..double check.
Cash...TRIPLE CHECK!
YM:Alright, it all looks good.
While the young man was kneeling over his stuff a group of guys that could only be descibed as thugs surrounded him.
Leader:Hey! You goddamn scrub! What the fuck are you doing here?
The young man closed his eyes and thought to himself "I should've expected this. There's no way I could have a nice fun day out....Fuck my life."
Leader:HEY!! I'M TALKING TO YOU DONOVAN YOU DUMB SHIT!!
The leader shouts as he kicks the young man named Donovan. Donovan's head starts to throb as veins show up on his head while he picks himself up and turns to face the leader.
Donovan: You need to keep my name out your mouth before i slap it out Mac.
The group of thugs just snigger and oooohhh while pretending to be scared. The leader Mac just smiles and opens his arms.
Mac: You get one lucky hit on me and you think your invincible.
Donovan: Yea one lucky hit that i repeated to everyone here.
The gang of thugs stopped their taunting and became mad.
Mac: I think it's time to teach young Donovan another lesson boys.
The group grabbed for Donovan as he started throwing blows to retaliate. He knocked the first 2 guys out with a fist each on their jaws but was quickley surrounded and dragged to an alley while Mac called for more of his guys.
Donovan: YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
Mac: C'MON DAMMIT!! DRAG HIM BACK HERE!!
Donovan fought back with all he had. Elbowing his attackers in their faces and the back of their heads while kneeing their guts and stomping their feet till he broke free from the crowd and dodge-rolled to safety and caught his breath.
Donovan: THAT'S IT!! IMMA KILL YOU FUCKS!!
All the rage from his childhood years of being bullied to right this second pushed him to break out. The adrenaline rushed his whole body and his fight reflexes were firing off on all cylinders.
He took a basic fighting stance and hopped on the tips of his feet then used his strong legs to push forward and smashed the first guy's teeth in with a hard left elbow, he then followed up by kicking him backward into his friends.
While this fight was starting up unknown to it's participants a God was watching them go at it.
God: 1VS13? Really Donn? Poor kid just can't catch a break.....
This God had been watching Donovan since the day he was born. He had been looking for a soul of loved one when he saw Donovan's. Unfourtunately it wasn't who he was looking for but the similarities were so uncanny he decided to keep an eye on him.
What really dumbfounded the god though was that this kid had like no luck at all, or maybe all the bad luck. Whatever Donovan really wanted with all his heart seemed to be forever out of reach, he also seemed to attract hostility wherever he went.
The God watched him be born to good parent's who then died mysteriously when he was 4, so mysteriously that the investigating officers named him the prime suspect. He was then dumped in an orphanage where the children and even the adults found him creepy and in retaliation the children teased and bullied him while the adults ocasionally beat him out of fear.
When he turned 10 he had, had enough and fought back for the first time, using his sturdy body that grew strong from the beatings and a broken chair leg he broke out of the hellhouse he grew up in and ran. He survived on the streets never being in one place long. Stealing clothes, money, food whatever it took to live. Strangely enough he was also smart enough to fake his way into public school.
After fighting his way off the streets he finally saved enough for his own lil' place and got a part time job and had been working for 2 years just to save up for this convention. His first of what he hoped to be many conventions but now he had to deal with this.
The God shook his head as he watched Donovan knocked his opponents heads together and then picked up one of them to throw at a small group that was coming at him.
God: THAT A BOY!!...WATCH OUT DONNY!!
The God looked in horror as the one called Mac pulled a knife and stabbed Donovan in his side.
Donovan felt the cold steel peirce his left side and then felt it turn warm. He knew what happened and turned his head to look at the wound.
The thugs on the other hand started to scatter when they saw that shit was getting real.
Donovan on the other hand just stared at the knife still in his side and then looked at Mac. Mac stared back at him and then looked at his own hand's with Donovan's blood.
Donovan:Did...you just.....stab me?
Mac's eye's were trembling. He had never actually stabbed someone before....but then he smiled.
He smiled and looked Donovan right in his eyes.
Mac: FUCK YEAH I DID BITCH!
Mac then reached for the knife and pulled it out then stabbed him twice more twisting it on the third thrust.
DONOVAN:AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
When Mac was twisting the blade and Donovan was screaming, Donovan finally reacted and grabbed Mac's right arm with his left and locked his own elbow just above Mac's. Then before Mac could pull his arm out Donovan reached out with his right and locked it with his left and with newfound strength lifted up with his legs and pulled Mac's arm closer to himself and whith a loud cracking sound broke Mac's arm at its elbow.
Mac:(High Pitched Scream)
Donovan: Hurts like a BITCH don't it!? YOU FUCKING CUNT!!
Donovan decided to end this and grabbed Mac's collar and headbutted him many, many times, so many times in fact he didn't hear the sirens coming and just kept hitting him till he heard the police.
Police Officer: STOP THAT RIGHT NOW YOUNG MAN!! PUT DOWN THE OTHER YOUNG MAN AND RAISE YOUR HANDS!!
Donovan slowly stopped his headbutts and just let Mac fall to the ground while he raised one hand while holding his wound in the other.
The police officers looked at all the passed out youths then the one left bloody and standing and could only think that this kid was some sort of monster.
Police Officer 2: BOTH HANDS SON!!
Donovan grunted something that the officers couldn't quite hear.
Police Officer 2: SPEAK UP BOY WE CAN'T HEAR YOU!
Donovan: (clears throat and spits blood) I....Said...I have...A knife...(Cough)
Police Officer 1: ARE YOU THREATENING US BOY!!
Both Officers then drew they're weapons and pointed them at him.
Donovan quickly shook his head and started to turn to show them the knife.
Both Officers: DON'T YOU MOVE BOY/SON!!
Donovan stopped and just thought to himself "Are you fucking kidding me!?"
Just as he thought that to himself Mac had regained consciousness and kicked him towards the police and yelled.
Mac: HE'S GOT A GUN OFFICER'S!!!
Shots rang out and Donovan felt the bullets rip right through him. Surprising to the officers he did not fall to the ground quickly. He just dropped to one knee and then finally fell on his side where they could finally see the knife he had been stabbed with.....and no gun.
The officer's faces paled as they knew they'd lose their jobs over this while Mac laughed maniacally.
The God however had had enough and finally lost his temper and as a lightning bolt streaked across a clear sky the last thing Donovan thought was "All I wanted was Christopher Sabbat's autograph....."
