father and son

this story begins with a little boy, named Conor Clay. now this kid lives in a hotel in a bar on the 2nd floor with his dad, Tom Clay. which goes away for a couple of days...to weeks, and only stays a couple of hours with his son. he pays for his sons room, but he always seems to have alot of money.

Conor always knew that part was off, but he never asked, as he knew to not ask someone like that those types of questions, unless you are told by them.

so, connor wakes up in the oversized bed and gets dressed in a plain white shirt with black pants and goes to the bathroom. in the mirror, he sees a 10 year old kid with brown hair, kinda like mine but rougher. while Conor looks at the mirror, as he sees a 10 year old boy, he doesn't feel like one.

He feels like a 19 year old teen who grew up on the streets, stealing and fighting for his life. every day just to get some money, or even a scrap of food. he has very advanced street smarts. while also getting used to the sounds of the bar and the other rooms beside his, like screams and "screams".

as he adjusts his hair to the best of his ability, he then goes to the living room with the holo-tv. there he was "Dad!" and conor just a about instantly turned right back into a 10 year old, and ran towards his dad and hugged him.

dad had black hair and dark brown eyes with a deep scar on his left cheek, still couldn't tell if it's a scratch or, something else.

"Conner" dad then hugged back as his black sute engulfed Conner's vision. " let's go get some food son". "of course dad!" Conner said excitedly.

And so they went outside the room, with the sound of some sort of jazz music starting to hit there ears, and the veiw opens up (or down) on the overhead balcony, to a small bar with the bartender giving drinks to people on the glass table. with other small round glass tables have a relatively good amount of people seated.

"I haven't been here in a while, let's get you some food and me, a drink" "okay!" says Conor.

as they go across the overhead balcony, and down the foggy glass stairs. they go and sit on a pair of bar stools. conor says "hey Jerry, how's that bich of a wife you got?" to the bartender. he's a big guy with a mustache and balding red hair, and makes his way to me and my dad while saying "fucking fine unfortunately, HarHarHar!" dad and Jerry start laughing.

After their laughing fit, Jerry asks "so, what do ya what to order, or ya just wanna listen to me yap bout my wife?" he says in his stereotypical hillbilly accent.

"just a drink for me, and a meal for my son" dad says, "aiit" (alright in a country accent) "the usual then" he then fills a mug with a blue liquid and hands it to dad. he then goes to the back and yells something in a language I've heard enough to know a couple words but not enough to know exactly what he is saying, he comes back out and starts attending to the other people.

dad gives me a pitying look, but just for a moment, and I just about miss it. and I ask. "what's your relationship with jerry?". he sighs "he's my brother" I was taken aback instantly as I knew now why he was so friendly with jerry so early, cause jerry don't talk to people about his wife that way to strangers.

"dad, what do you do as a job. I know you don-" dad cuts me off "son, I keep you here with jerry so I am not worried while I'm gone, and...." he pauses "If I don't come back you have someone to take care of you".

"i... kind of expected it to be something of that nature" I say in a thoughtful tone. "do you really want to know what i do?". I nod "then her we go"

"I am a bounty hunter for the empire". and right as I was just about to say 'that's not as bad as I thought, he said in a hushed voice "and I'm an outcast mandolorian." I was confused "what is a mandolorian, dad?"

and just as dad opened his mouth to say something, a gloved hand pats his shoulder. "well, I guess it's time" he says grimly "I'll be up there in a bit, just let me finish my drink". then conor looks at the owner of the hand and he sees a hooded man in black robes walking towards the stairs.

"hey jerry!" dad says loudly, Jerry comes to us "sup" dad pulls him close and says in the same hushed voice "its happening". Jerry's face turns solemn and he leans forward and wispers something into dad's ear. he nods and then stays quiet for what feels like forever and breaks the silence.

"goodbye son" conor was surprised "what!" dad gets up and starts to walk towards my room. just as I was about to go after him, jerry grabs my arm and says "don't" in a serious tone. I've never seen him that serious before, so I listened.

"what's it about?" I ask, "come with me" he says still holding my arm and let's go of it very late. he then walks around the table then gestures me to follow. he then goes into the walk in freezer and as he closes the door behind us he locks it.

"ya dad's dead"

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"WHAT!"