Onc upon a tim thr was a littl boy namd Knny. Knny was a brat, and h knw it, but that didn't stop him from always bing a damn brat.On day, Knny wnt to th markt with his mothr. Thy wr going to buy som brad. Knny hatd brad, and h hatd his stp-dad, Brad, as wll. His stp-dad, Brad, wasn't thr at th markt with thm, but in a world without a symbol to diffrntiat brad and Brad, Knny was lft to fits of angr at th sight of th formr.
"What th hll, Knny?!" his mothr xclaimd. "Knock your crap off or you'r going to sit in th cornr whn w gt hom."
"at rocks, mom!" Knny crid, running off through th markt.
His mothr knw h wouldn't gt far, but Knny didn't want to lt hr win so asily. H ran and ran until h burst through th crowds at th primtr of th marktplac. H was out, h was fr.
"Knny!" his mothr calld aftr him.
"Scrw you, mom!" Knny shoutd back.
H was nvr going back. Not to Brad, or brad, or his mothr. Knny was on his own. H tightnd his sholacs and marchd down th road, far from th marktplac and far from his hom.
"Frickin' Brad," h muttrd undr his brath as h walkd. "Frickin brad, too."
H kickd a loos pbbl, snding it clattring along th asphalt of th road. It rolld undr a car that had slowly pulld out into th middl of th intrsction up ahad. Th car's blinkrs indicatd that it was going to turn down th strt Knny was on, so h movd to th sidwalk. H kpt his ys on th car as it spun, slowly still, and rolld up bsd him.
Th car stoppd and th drivr rolld down thir window.
"What do you want?" Knny said snarkily.
Th drivr just smirkd. "Gt in th car, kid."
"What? Hll, no." Knny continud walking down th sidwalk, th way th car had com.
Th drivr coughd loudly and Knny turnd around to s th drivr flashing a gun out th window.
"Gt in th car, kid." h rpatd.
Knny gulpd and walkd back towards th car. H had nvr bn so brav as today. H had told his mom to at rocks! H had run away from hr and hom and brad and Brad. But h couldn't run from a man with a gun. H could gt shot!
Knny approachd th car and pulld on th back door. It opnd on a lathr backsat, with an old man insid on th farthr nd.
"Hllo, Knny," th old man said, gsturing for Knny to gt in and sit. "You may want to buckl up," h said. "Th drivr is going to b taking us somwhr whil w talk."
Knny gulpd again, quitr this tim, and obligd.
"Knny," th old man said as th drivr spun th car around and drov away from th marktplac. "You must b wondring how I know your nam."
Knny wantd to ignor th man, but thought it would b safr to comply, so h noddd, only slightly.
"Wll, Knny, I hav no fraking ida."
Th old man noticd th look on Knny's fac and continud.
"That's right, I had a dram last night. You wr in it, and a voic. A voic tlling m your nam, ovr and ovr. Whn I awok, I almost forgot th dram had vr happnd. But whn I did rmmbr it, somthing insid m told m I had to find you.-- Thr's a shadow coming, Knny. I think you'r th on that will stop it."
Knny stard, wid-yd. If h wr oldr, smartr, h wouldn't bliv a word of this crpy old man's story. If h wr smartr h wouldn't hav run off from his mothr. Yt hr h was, in th backsat of a mystrious black sdan, listning to an old man rambl away about som dram.
"W can't hav that, Knny," th old man said, suddnly.
Knny was confusd. "W can't hav what? Th shadow?"
"No, Knny. W can't hav you stopping it." Thn, to th drivr, "Pull ovr hr!"
Th drivr pulld th car to th curb sharply, and tossd th gar into park bfor turning to fac th backsat.
"Tak him out," th old man said.
Th drivr noddd and got out of th car. H cam up to Knny's window, opning his door and dragging him out onto th mud. Thn h raisd his gun to Knny's had and fird.