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(Formerly named an elephants chains)
"Let me tell you a story. It's about an elephant."
The boy gaze into her eyes with confusion. His nose wrinkled.
"When an elephant is just a baby, his trainer puts chains on his feet. You know...
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IAN WALKER wasn't supposed to be there. He didn't want to be there, but yet here he was.
Midnight had fallen. Darkness consuming the sky. It was almost pitched black, almost...but the stars fought against it's will, and the moon stole the show with its beauty and light. Rain rushed from within of the night, drenching his hoodie and soaking his jeans.
The wheels on Ian's bike were rolling furiously, tearing at the ground with tremendous speed.
He was only half a mile away.
"Come on, come on."
His eyelids fluttered, the droplets of rain making it difficult for him to see the path ahead. A sign, not to far from him. He recognizes the color first. Red, then the shape.
The boy eases on his brakes, clenching his hands into a fist to slow the bike. The wheels gradually stop spinning until he reaches the corner of the street.
He looks left, then right, and continues pedaling off down the road.
Only a quarter of a mile.
He's been this way a way only a few times, but still knows the area quite well. He knows all the streets, intersections, walkways, side streets, shortcuts.
The soles of his Vans are dirty from the muddy water that occasionally splashes up from the puddles beneath him, soaking his socks. Usually, he hates getting his socks wet, specifically when his feet get wet, but this time it didn't bother him. Not even a little. He wasn't focused on anything else.
He continues to pump his feet in a synchronized manner. Left foot, then right foot, in repetition.
His heartbeat coincides with it, creating a rhythmic pattern.
He can see the junkyard now. The fences are shut, but he's not surprised. The junkyard is always closed on Sundays.
They must've jumped it.
Ian pulls the strings on his hoodie and gets off the bike, resting it on the sidewalk. As he looks up at the fence, he notices that they've fixed where he cut in his last few visits.
"Chain link fence, as usual," he mutters to himself.
He puts each foot up in of the chains links orderly, making his ascent quickly, so he won't be seen.
Once he is at the top, Ian balances himself and prepares to jump. He takes in a quick breath and then leaps off the beam, thrusting his whole body into the open air. The ground invites him to land, and his feet accept it first, followed by his body connecting with it. He rolls for a few seconds, the dust around building, resulting in him gagging a bit before he regains his stance.
