Jason Utylln
Jan 20th, 2003, 01:12:48 PM
I hate him! I hate him! They’re gonna kill me… They’re gonna friggin’ kill me! I hate him. Third class. Bastard!
Jason Utylln kicked the back of the seat in front of him. The young man was skinny and of an unhealthy pallor. There were dark circles under his eyes that were usually lifeless from a haze of various drugs. Today though, they were dark and ablaze with an unspoken anger. Not that anyone could tell; A black baseball cap was pulled low over the boy’s face and the hood of his coal sweatshirt drawn over that. Both his frontal and peripheral vision were impaired because of it, leaving only the floor to see clearly.
The lad looked much older than his sixteen years, a fact that both pleased and dismayed him, depending on the situation. He was the only child of Todd and Allison Utylln and the reason why they only had a single offspring. As far as Jason was concerned, they could kiss his <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>, he wasn’t theirs.
In reality Jason knew why his father was sending him away. Nothing else seemed to help. Jason, simply put, was doing horribly. He hadn’t passed any subjects in school for nearly two years, he stole everything from clothes to pet food (for an animal they didn’t own), fought and did drugs religiously. The final straw had been hitting his mother. Not just a smack on the shoulder, mind you. It had been a full force blow to the face, breaking her nose and blacking her eyes… Before he pushed her into the wall. The thing was, Jason didn’t regret it. He had meant to do it.
”Attention passengers: We are nearing our destination. Would all passengers please return to their seats until further notice. Thank you.”
Great. Almost there. Jason could hardly contain himself. A new planet with new kids and some old friend of his Dad’s that he’d never met. Just dandy. Apparently Todd Utylln had written this friend of his, trusted him enough to ship his kid—his only kid—over. Jason could only imagine what Daddy had written about him to this… This…
He looked down at the writing on his hand, smudged from the morning’s toils.
Sage Hazzard
That was it. Well irregardless of what this “Sage” fellow thought, Jason was going to make sure he regretted agreeing to baby-sit.
”We have docked safely, please feel free to move about the transport, and coll—
Not in any great hurry the boy ignored the rest of the announcement and waited until the ship was nearly empty before grabbing his frayed backpack and slouching out.
As he exited, Jason tapped the visor of his cap up and walked to the metal detectors. He put his bag on the conveyer belt and walked through; No troubles there. He wasn’t stupid enough to bring anything that would hold him up. The backpack was cleared too and that was where the first snag occurred. As he went to grab his possessions, another took them instead. Jason looked up, surprised.
“Hey!”
The unsuspecting youth, a little taller than he, turned around. Jason strode over and took hold of the bag.
“That’s my bag!”
“What? Oh, no, I’m sure you’re mistaken.”
Jason snorted and raised his voice in mockery.
“Oh, you’re sure I’m mistaken?”
He shoved the boy backwards, into a durasteel pillar.
“What now smart guy? Am I mistaken now?”
It didn’t take much of Jason’s continuous taunting before the other got agitated and threw a punch. It was the invitation Jason had been waiting for.
Crack!
His hit had not missed. The two were on the floor in an instant, beating at any flash of open skin. Like sharks to blood, a crowd of spectators soon surrounded the two youths, conveniently blocking security.
Jason had been on the planet exactly seventeen minutes.
“Yeah! How do you like that?! Huh?”
Whump!
*************
Three hours later than expected, the boy entered the Jedi building. He’d had enough sense to wash the blood off his face but soap and water didn’t cut it with bruises. The baseball cap was pulled low again and did a fair job of hiding his swelling cheekbone. His backpack looked as though it had been caught in between two rabid vornskyrs—which wasn’t a far-fetched description. Thankfully, spaceport security (after composing a strongly worded letter to his guardian which Jason had ripped up) had provided some duct tape which did a satisfactory job of holding the fibrous material together.
“Hey, is…”
Jason looked down at his hand, trying to make out what it said. It as futile of course, the ink had been obliterated in the scuffle.
“Screw it.”
Jason bent down to snatch his bag from the floor. He hadn’t the inclination nor the time to ask for assistance in finding… Whoever it was again.
Jason Utylln kicked the back of the seat in front of him. The young man was skinny and of an unhealthy pallor. There were dark circles under his eyes that were usually lifeless from a haze of various drugs. Today though, they were dark and ablaze with an unspoken anger. Not that anyone could tell; A black baseball cap was pulled low over the boy’s face and the hood of his coal sweatshirt drawn over that. Both his frontal and peripheral vision were impaired because of it, leaving only the floor to see clearly.
The lad looked much older than his sixteen years, a fact that both pleased and dismayed him, depending on the situation. He was the only child of Todd and Allison Utylln and the reason why they only had a single offspring. As far as Jason was concerned, they could kiss his <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>, he wasn’t theirs.
In reality Jason knew why his father was sending him away. Nothing else seemed to help. Jason, simply put, was doing horribly. He hadn’t passed any subjects in school for nearly two years, he stole everything from clothes to pet food (for an animal they didn’t own), fought and did drugs religiously. The final straw had been hitting his mother. Not just a smack on the shoulder, mind you. It had been a full force blow to the face, breaking her nose and blacking her eyes… Before he pushed her into the wall. The thing was, Jason didn’t regret it. He had meant to do it.
”Attention passengers: We are nearing our destination. Would all passengers please return to their seats until further notice. Thank you.”
Great. Almost there. Jason could hardly contain himself. A new planet with new kids and some old friend of his Dad’s that he’d never met. Just dandy. Apparently Todd Utylln had written this friend of his, trusted him enough to ship his kid—his only kid—over. Jason could only imagine what Daddy had written about him to this… This…
He looked down at the writing on his hand, smudged from the morning’s toils.
Sage Hazzard
That was it. Well irregardless of what this “Sage” fellow thought, Jason was going to make sure he regretted agreeing to baby-sit.
”We have docked safely, please feel free to move about the transport, and coll—
Not in any great hurry the boy ignored the rest of the announcement and waited until the ship was nearly empty before grabbing his frayed backpack and slouching out.
As he exited, Jason tapped the visor of his cap up and walked to the metal detectors. He put his bag on the conveyer belt and walked through; No troubles there. He wasn’t stupid enough to bring anything that would hold him up. The backpack was cleared too and that was where the first snag occurred. As he went to grab his possessions, another took them instead. Jason looked up, surprised.
“Hey!”
The unsuspecting youth, a little taller than he, turned around. Jason strode over and took hold of the bag.
“That’s my bag!”
“What? Oh, no, I’m sure you’re mistaken.”
Jason snorted and raised his voice in mockery.
“Oh, you’re sure I’m mistaken?”
He shoved the boy backwards, into a durasteel pillar.
“What now smart guy? Am I mistaken now?”
It didn’t take much of Jason’s continuous taunting before the other got agitated and threw a punch. It was the invitation Jason had been waiting for.
Crack!
His hit had not missed. The two were on the floor in an instant, beating at any flash of open skin. Like sharks to blood, a crowd of spectators soon surrounded the two youths, conveniently blocking security.
Jason had been on the planet exactly seventeen minutes.
“Yeah! How do you like that?! Huh?”
Whump!
*************
Three hours later than expected, the boy entered the Jedi building. He’d had enough sense to wash the blood off his face but soap and water didn’t cut it with bruises. The baseball cap was pulled low again and did a fair job of hiding his swelling cheekbone. His backpack looked as though it had been caught in between two rabid vornskyrs—which wasn’t a far-fetched description. Thankfully, spaceport security (after composing a strongly worded letter to his guardian which Jason had ripped up) had provided some duct tape which did a satisfactory job of holding the fibrous material together.
“Hey, is…”
Jason looked down at his hand, trying to make out what it said. It as futile of course, the ink had been obliterated in the scuffle.
“Screw it.”
Jason bent down to snatch his bag from the floor. He hadn’t the inclination nor the time to ask for assistance in finding… Whoever it was again.