4 The Ghetto Prince (3)

At this very moment, walking a narrow path, was the boy.

This fine line between him, and this door of sorts. The scenery around was of pitch black void. Staring at the door before him, he grimaced. It wasn't that the door was anything unusual really, but to that boy, it meant his everything. His very dream, was precisely, behind this wooden door.

Everything he had done up until now, was for this, and this only.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Slowly, he closed the distance. Step-by-step, his walkings became faster, but only by slight. Impatiently as he may be, there was this certain bottleneck that he couldn't pass through. He couldn't explain it. The only thing he could say, however, was that he was afraid.

What he was afraid of? He didn't know.

Gulp!

Swallowing saliva down his throat, he grits his teeth. What would happen behind that door, will change his entire life indefinitely. This thing, he was about to participate in. Like many others, his mind would broaden greatly.

Swing! Thud!

Swinging the wooden door open, the boy was met with a room.

In this room, there were plenty of chairs, tables, and the like. There were also a couple of wooden windows stalled at those sand walls, encasing this room. Everything here, was either made out of wood, or sand. Anything else would be those steel cups, neatly lined up at an open cabinet in one side, and the 4 oil lamps hooked at the 4 corners of said room, dimly lighting up the room.

It was a tavern, the boy's inside a tavern.

Not allowing himself to wait any further, the boy walked towards the closest table available and sat there. Not too long later, a man wearing common clothes suddenly appeared beside him. Only after taking out this book-like thing out of his pockets, and the cheap looking pen from his other half pocket did the boy talk.

"I wat' c'one of tha thangs tha... tha old chanky boht. Tha big poece a' meat, ya bhiggest one here!!!" The boy shouted to the waiter, enthusiastically. His mouth, salivated as he did so. He even jumping up and down from his chair. If one is wondering, yes, to truly broaden his mind, this is one of the so-called things that he must deal with.

After writing on that small book of his, he closed it tightly, before putting everything back into his pockets. Then, cooly, with a swing of his right hand, a single plate appeared in the boy's table. Not knowing how it got there, the boy's expression turned to that of an amazed one.

Afterwards, the man did some cool random hand gestures. All of the sudden, an extremely large roasted boar cuisine appeared before him. It was of brown color. Unlike the smell of the alleyway garbage, this smell could only be described with one word; heavenly.

In all his life, he perfectly remembered all that tantalizing goodness that went by his nose. Since he mostly lived in the slums, where almost everything if not all smelled like puke, he had a thing for unspoiled scents. But unfortunately, they only number as short as 3.

The boar cuisine, was evidently, one of them.

Smelling the boar again, It's tender juicy fragrance, he felt really elated. The smell of that apple the boar was biting, the sweet attractive aroma, he could smell that too. Both of it combined, really made the boy jubilant and excited. He didn't know what to expect. With his bare hands, he instantly dug both of them into the boar, before ripping it out.

Then, softly, he moved those beautiful hands near his mouth, and smelt it deeper than before.

Inhale! Exhale!

Exhaling out, his mouth was already wide open. His saliva practically flew downwards, like a river it did. No longer able to wait any longer, the boy slowly neared the ripped boar meat towards his mouth, before...

His eyes suddenly opened, and he awakened from the dream.

"ARGH, NOOOOOO!!!" The boy screamed in agony. His hands, still directly in front of his mouth, which salivated even worse than the one on his dream. He frustratedly curled his fingers inward, as his face grimaced.

Tears trickled down his face, like someone who had just lost something so benign, and special.

"I whas so clos... so clos... so fhukin clos..." The boy whimpered in tears while cowering at his own saliva. As an effect to this scene he made, the upper half of his precious paper blanket was drenched in saliva. This meant, that he needed to wrack the area of another blanket to use, as this one was just too wet.

As the boy cried the morning dew, the little girl awoke from her little dreams. Seeing that the boy was crying for no reason, she also seemed to tear up. On the cold ground, she stood up at her own pace and crawled towards the crying boy.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

She hugged him from behind. When she did so, she also smiled, all the while stroking her small little hands on the boy's shoulder.

"Huh? Wha' the?!? What the fhuk are ya doing?!? Get offa me!!! Leave me alone, ya fhukin bich!!!" The boy abruptly grew irritated as he wriggled his body all around. Even intentionally ramming his back to her fragile little stomach so hard, that it ached immediately.

The impact had pushed her away from the boy. She groveled on the dusty grounds, curling inwardly like that of the boy's previous, curling fingers, or that of a worm's, curling body. Then cried in pain, but did not whimper.

The little girl's stomach ached harder, harder than what it should've been. She also felt this weird, upward sensation of a sort. It was like something was crawling inside her body, trying to get out. Feeling that something bad was about to happen, the little girl forcefully dragged herself away from the boy.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

"Hhuarrgghhh!!!"

She screamed. Screamed as though there had been something going out from her body as well. It's really unknown to the boy what she just did back there, but he didn't really give a shit. Besides, he needed to work.

Yep, that's right, work.

While the sun still embedded itself on the horizon, what should've been the orangeish scenery that we know of, was the muddy scenery caused by the muddy clouds that they know of. The ugly sight of dawn, like that of wet sand, but it's now or never. Well, technically, it's now or later. But he decided that it would be better if he did it now. Food isn't going to wait by itself, he had to earn it.

Besides, the job he had to do was relatively easy.

"Woi, lit'le bich, I'ma gonna get chum. So ya better stop fhukin aroun'. Get up, stick up, catch up. If ya can't do anythang like that, then just starvf" The boy carefully took his drenched paper blanket off, and spread it out. Hopefully, it'll dry fast, or else I'll have to find another one, he thought.

"Hua... Huaarrgghhh!!!" With no sign of stopping, the litle girl just kept screaming awfully. This time, it seemed that whatever that thing was that kept crawling out, sounded rather, had already stopped. That said, she still did whatever she was doing. Hearing this, the boy sighed. He stood up, and straightaway walked right out of the alleyway.

Soon, the dark shade encovering his body, was alighted with new light. One that could barely be called light. The muddy lights of dawn.

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