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Never Forget. Never Forgive: Part 1
"Never Forget. Never Forgive" That was something Michael had picked up in Australia. After fifteen years of staying there, sweating in a living hell, he had escaped to return to London. Determined to repair his broken family. Maybe even get to catch up with his daughter, who should be sixteen about now. And he in the arms of his beloved Elizabeth. Her yellowish-brown hair, her soft lips, her bright skin face, her rosy cheeks and her bright smile that made her blue eyes light up. He could feel a small smile playing on his lips as he thought about it. He was more then ready to be with them again after all these years. Why was she on this sailing ship? Because he had escaped from the prison he had been falsely put into. And this passing ship had saved him from floating more on the raft he once was on. He felt his smile fade away as a young boy with dirty blonde hair, a sailor that took part in saving him, Anthony, looked across the railing to the city among them. He took in the site it. Michael felt nothing for the once city he loved so much now. Anthony:*In a singing voice* I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders from the Dardanelles, to the mountains of Peru, But there's no place like London! Michael:*Coming beside the boy* No, there's no place like London. Anthony:*Turns to him with concern and confusion* Mr. Jackson? Michael:*Still looking ahead to the city that ruined his life* You are young, Anthony. Life as been kind to you...you will learn. Anthony turned from the man he had saved and looked at the city with wonder and sup pence while Michael looked at it with hate and rage. They made it under the draw bridge when Michael started saying something. Michael: There's a hole in the world like a great black pit and the vermin of the world who inhabit it, and it's morals aren't worth what a pig could spit and it goes by the name of London...at the top of the hole sits the privileged few, making mock of the vermin in the lonely zoo...turning beauty to filth and greed...I too have sailed the world and seen it's wonders, for the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru...but there's no place like London! The ship sailed into the dock. Michael and Anthony got off ship as Michael stopped looking at the once familiar streets. Anthony took heed of this and wondered was the man alright. Anthony: Is everything alright Mr. Jackson? Michael: I very much beg your indulgence. But my mind is far from easy right now, Anthony, for these once familiar streets are filled with shadows. Every last one of 'em. Anthony: Shadow? Michael:*Half way turns to look at the boy* Ghost... Michael looked more to the streets a head of him and remembered everything in the last fifteen years and started to sing to himself then to Anthony. Michael:*Singing what he remembers* There was a barber and his wife And she was beautiful... A foolish barber and his wife. She was his reason and his life... And she was beautiful, And she was virtuous. And he was naive. There was another man who saw That she was beautiful... A pious vulture of law Who, with a gesture of his claw, removed the barber from his plate! Then there was nothing but to wait! And she would fall! So soft! So young! So lost! And oh, so beautiful! Anthony swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked at Michael. He finally spoke when he knew the man had calmed down from his trance. Anthony: And the lady, sir, did she, succumb? Michael: Oh that was many years ago...I doubt if anyone would know. Michael turned fully to the young man. Michael: I'd really much like to thank you, Anthony. If you hadn't had spotted me, I'd still be on that raft lost in the middle of the ocean. Anthony: Will I see you again, Mr. Jackson? Michael: You may try and find me son. Around Fleet Street...I wouldn't wander... Anthony:*Smiles and holds his arm out* Till then, my friend. Michael ignored the boys hand and started walking away adjusting his bag on his shoulder as he walked through ally on ally ways. While he was doing that, he kept on saying this. Michael: There's a whole in the world like a great black pit and it's filled with people who are filled with shit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it... When he finally made it past the last ally way, he could himself looking at a place he knew very well. Mrs. Presleyâ??s Pie Shop He swallowed slightly thinking that he will see his beloved daughter and wife still living in the room above the pie shop. Waiting for him to come home so he can wrap his arm around them, giving them all the hugs he can muster up for him. But what he doesn't know is, he wasn't going to get what he thought he would. No, he was going to get something else. He was going to get something that would change him and Mrs. Presleyâ??s life forever...the start of a brutal partner ship. To Be Continued *I know this is bad. But it'll get interesting.*
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