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 Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 9:10 am
 Bob Bryar is a quiet 17-year-old living in Chicago, Illinois. His life is pretty predictable: wake up-work-night classes-sleep. With a little bit of babysitting in between. His two younger siblings, Adrianna, who is seven, and Jack, who is five, are the only people he lets himself openly care about. Then one day, they go missing. Right into thin air. Bob makes it his mission to find them before it's too late, but realizes that this may be harder than he expected.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 9:12 am
Author's Note:
It's March Break (hurrah) and I've had a bit of spare time. Actually, more than a bit. I've been bored to death, and this story is the product of all this boredom. I'm gonna post the first chapter, so tell me what you think =D
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 9:14 am
Chapter One
Bob Bryar leaned on the side of the grungy brick building, staring up at the gray sky. He rolled a cigarette in between his fingers before lighting it and sticking it in his mouth. It was a fairly cold day, but he was going to stay out here for his entire break. He hated working at the fast food restaurant – it was noisy, hot, and boring. Plus, he had night classes tonight.
Sighing, he slumped down on to the ground. He closed his eyes and relaxed, only to be awakened by a noise and a shuffle of feet. He looked up to see the new cashier, who started working yesterday. He was older, maybe 26 or 27. He had a mess of dark hair on his head, and mysterious black eyes. He was quite tall too, maybe 6”5.
“Hey, you got a smoke to spare?” the man asked.
“Uh, sure.” Bob rummaged through his pocket before finding the packet of cigarettes. He held is out to the man who took one.
“Thanks bud. You’re Robert, right?”
“Uh, I prefer Bob.” Bob mumbled.
“Alright, Bob.” The man grinned at him in a creepy sort of way. “So, how long have you been working at this fine establishment?” he asked, gesturing towards the large McDonalds sign.
“Um, two months, I think.” Bob didn’t like to talk much, especially to people he didn’t know. And this guy was weird.
“Well, that’s swell. I just started here yesterday, but you probably know that. I just moved here from Detroit.”
“Cool.” Bob said. Now he wanted this guy to leave. He was trying to enjoy his break and he didn’t want Mr. Talkative to spoil that.
“You’re a man of few words, eh Bob? Well, I guess that’s fine. You’re mysterious. Anyway, I should be going back in. Bye, Bob” the man laughed, crunched the cigarette on the ground, and started to walk back to the door.
Bob then realized he hadn’t told him his name. “Hey, wait up!” Bob called. The guy turned around. “What’s your name?” he asked.
The man smiled the creepy smile of his. “I’ve gone by many names. Thousands. I can be whatever you want me to be. But for now, you can call me Jon.” He said. He then headed back up, and Bob watched him go through the back door.
What a weird guy, he thought. But he shrugged it off.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 7:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 3:05 pm
I'm glad you liked it =)
Chapter Two
The wooden door swung open, and Bob stepped in onto the WELCOME map of his house. He took off his shoes and hung up his coat, hearing the cheery voices of his brother and sister and the frustrated voice of his mother on the phone. He walked into the kitchen, where seven-year-old Adrianna and five-year-old Jack were sitting at the dinner table, eating spaghetti. His mom gave him a distracted wave and continued talking.
“I said no, Alex, I cannot make it. I have other things – what? The new clients are going to be there?” his mom said, chewing her nail. Obviously on a work call. His mom and dad were lawyers at the same firm, and they were always busy.
“BOB!” Adrianna cheered, and got up and hugged him. “You are home. Me and Jack made a mud castle in the backyard today. It looks good. You should see it. Mommy got mad at us though.” She giggled.
Jack rapped his fork on the table. “You got mud all ova your cwothes and shoes,” he said imitating their mother in his childish voice.
“Sounds cool. I will have to see this castle. Any pasta left over for me?” he asked.
Adrianna scowled. “No pasta for you, sheesh. We are finished and now you have to come see our crafts, then castle.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him into their family room.
“You sure are bossy for a little girl.” He commented.
“I’m not bossy, I just know everything. COME ON JACK YOU HAFTA SHOW BOB YOUR HOCKEY MAN” she hollered to Jack, and continued dragging Bob into the other room.
They stepped into the spacious white family room. Everything was incredibly neat and modern, except for the pile of arts & crafts stuff in the corner. His mother was constantly redecorating, trying to fix up the house to suit her ‘perfect life’. She was constantly trying to achieve it. Here’s how it is.
Bob’s parents had Bob fairly early, at age 20. They were hippies, kind of. Throughout Bob’s childhood they had been the most unpredictable people, working weird jobs. They lived in a cool little apartment, with mis-matched furniture and blankets his mother had knitted. It was a happy time.
It changed when he was seven or eight, though. He guessed his parents’ friends had started to grow up, have kids, get real jobs, real adult lives, and his parents decided they had to too. They went back to school, got degrees, worked as lawyers until becoming partners of their law firm, got a nice house, and had Adrianna.
In short, they grew up. Bob still felt like he was a part of their old life, one of the pieces of mis-matched furniture they used to own that no longer belonged. He was happy he was almost old enough to move out and have his own life.
He had been so stuck in this reverie that he hadn’t noticed that Jack and Adrianna were showing him crafts and adding more glitter to their artwork. Jack shoved a doodle of a hockey player in his face.
“You like it?” he asked, adding a childish grin.
“It’s great. Keep it up, and you’ll be Picasso in no time.” He laughed.
“Yay, Picassa!” Jack hooted and jumped up and down.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 10:10 pm
how cute.
im adoring this story.
its such a different type of fanfic.
an amazing type.
<33
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 2:05 pm
Wow, your story is INCREDIBLY well written, not to mention probably one of the most original MCR fanfiction plots I've ever heard. I really hope you keep writing this. It's off to a great start biggrin
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