Prologue
A man was riding a camel along a path. Suddenly, he heard crying so he turned but saw nothing. He landed on the ground with a 'clark'. He was absolutely sure about it. Warm breeze made everyone feel light and bright, it was strange that someone would cry in such lovely day.
He walked caustiously into the grass and he stumbled over something he didn't notice. He looked down and saw a baby wrapped in some ropes, sobbing. He used one hand to lift the baby up and tied him on his sash. Now the baby stopped crying and looked straight through the man's eyes. It's like x-rays, scanning the man's heart and brain. The baby seemed to know that this man wasn't a vicious one so the baby smiled at the man. The man smiled back to the baby.
He carried the baby back to his wage and thought, this boy would be our son. He oringinally needed to go to XYX town to sell the lotus but he chose to go back to home, and to tell his wife this wonderful news. He named this boy Johnson Bach Sabestian, as his idol was Bach, the great musician. This was how Johnson went in this wealthy and affluent town.
First time to beat up a bully
Johnson had no idea how he was like when he was an infant. He also had no idea that he wasn't born from his parents as his father and mather treated like treasure. He had the same childhood as the others in this town.
He just had his 12-year-old birthday, which meant he was going to secondary school after the long holiday. He shouted as usual." Mum, Dad, I am going to the park." They answered him casually." Oh sure, honey." So he stepped out of the door and crossed a short bridge. Below the bridge was water, and it was full of lotus. Those beautiful plants would always calm oneself down when someone was in wrathe. It would make you joyful if you were bored. It would let you sink into that wonderful scenery. But what so flabbergasted was that the numbers of them were so large to be counted. And tourist came to appreciate them. Every single lotus costed higher than every other plant. No wonder it became one of the wealthiest town in the world.
How could he just let this perfect moment escaped, so he stopped and closed his eyes, feeling this graceful moment.
Then he was pushed aside, he instantly opened his eyes and saw two boys who were bigger than him. They had got evil face and their eyes were scarlet, snake-like, made you panic with horror, made the last drip of joy disappear. No one could own such face exept bullies. " OH! the filthy, skinny Johnny, how was that push, did it taste good?" Johnson knew not to engage in this quarrel, so he continue to look at the lotus. The bullies chuckled." Hey, I heard that you still wet bed. Should we say it out and let everyone know that, including Mary?" Johnson's face reddened and he said in rage." Shut up! I would wet my bed only before I was 5." The bullies laughed." Oh yeah! apple face!" Although the beautiful scenery could calm oneself but Johnson still felt like he was going to explode. He couldn't wait so he turned his body with lightning speed and punched the belly of one of the bully with light travelling speed. Due to the fact that this punch was much more powerful than he thought, the bully kneeled down to his knees and began to groan as loud as he could.
Johnson was so impulsive that he hit the bully's face as hard as he could unstoppingly. The bully finally lied on the ground, helplessly and huddled up. The another bully watched it awfully and after those punches, he silently crept around his friend's body and suddenly yelled." Oh! such a strange panda." Johnson stood there motionlessly, too shocked to move any part of his body. He had beaten up a bully whose size was larger than him and older than him. He then thought of the goods and bads for doing this. Good was, he would be famous and every classmate would praise him for this. Bad was, he would get into trouble as this bully's father was the weathiest man in the town. He got ten lawyers. He looked at the bully mouthing on the ground. He frowned and gazed into another bully. This bully was scared, because he never saw his 'hero' being hit. He gasped out loud and the legs that had glued to the ground became live and he quickly turned and rushed to find a place to hide from the fierce gaze, but still unable to stop yelling." Mr Brown, your son was hit! He was hit by the skinny boy, Johnson."
It was a while Mr Brown going to the place, his boots thumping hard on the soil ground, he kept spitting." That evil little brat, I would tear him into pieces, one by one!" But he didn't consider his son as a ill-hearted bully whom everyone would scared of. Finally he reached the place where the incident had happpened and saw Johnson standing there, his eyes hollow and what made his eyes blazed with rage was that his only son was lying on the ground. He walked towards Johnson intended to take the revenge when one of his guard halted him. He said." Court would make him go to jail, don't be too impulsive." This old man ( about 65-year-old) suddenly realized the mistake he was going to make and stopped and sneered. He told the guards to take this lad to the court without hesitation, with anger flaring in every part of his body.
Johnson's eyes were still hollow until the first hand reached his waist. He astonishingly looked at these adults swarming up to him, how came he was so famous? But it appeared that he was wrong when one of them tried to lift him up. He punched the first one reached him on his nose and the blood streamed down from his notrils. Sudden of pain shot up him forced him to release his grip on the child. Johnson then ducked, trying to get through the swarm of black suited men, but there were too many of them, he was kicked aside and kicked again.
Such a mistreat. Such a shame. Such beasts! he thought.
And he was then kicked again, he moaned so loud that first head came out of the windows, then another, one by one. There were children's, adults' and elders', all peeking to figure out what's happening. The adults and elders saw Mr Brown and gasped and closed the windows while the children were paying attention to the body beside Mr Brown, the bully, then pulled back their attention to the torn pieces of the clothe.
They knew someone defeated the bully but then treated unfairly by the adults. Hatred quickly ignited in them.
They ran out from their houses, unstopped even their parents called them, demanded them, unstopped even they saw the cold-blooded men hit the only kid, They couldn't bear it, endure it. They were unafraid when they rushed into the swarm of adults, just like what the Samurai did when they faced an army equipped with guns and cannons while they were holding swords and blades. They were full of faith, passioon but still they were outnumbered and half of them were shot dead when they came rushing to attack the army's base. You can imagine putting the Roman soldiers to fight with modern USA army. Even though their generals were cunning and brilliant, even they had got a heart to kill all the enemies, they also would be eliminated. It was clear that the children would stand no chance to defeat these giants.
They were tackled and kicked, some yelped, some with bravery shouted for the police. But they didn't know about the darkness in the politics, it would not be worse than letting the kid to being hit again and again, but still, it was bad to be put in the custody, children one.
Soon the police arrived and pulled the motionless Johnson towards the court. His clothes torn after the fight with those giants. His lips were pouring crimson blood out, luckily the wound started to repair itself. And he looked like a panda, his eyes were black, and they were worse than another 'panda' who was now walking like a drunk, unable to control himself.
This was the first time he ever tasted blood, the blood tasted sour, combination of the feeling he's having now.
Why only the good ones would suffer so much, he thought, should me be like them?
He was then thudded to a rock which nearly cracked the bones. The bully, who was standing beside his father, managed a vicious smile that made Johnson struggle, tried to beat him up once more. The old man yelled out loudly." My dear Malfoy, look what I bring you, a teenage criminal!" Johnson tried to shout too, to tell them he wasn't a criminal, but when he hadn't even opened his mouth wide, a large hand had already covered his mouth.
He looked up and this was the first time to see the court closely. His eyes were thirsty, he couldn't restrain himself, not his eyes. There were hundreds of wooden chairs, each etched with a lotus. In front of the first row was a wooden stage, with two wooden chairs placed closely on it, but much larger than the chairs under the stage. A desk was placed between the chairs and what he must say was that it was spacious. When he looked at the top of the court, it was black and moving. It was a pity that he was not that tall, so he could only see the black-suited adults' arms waving.
Suddenly, a door behind the stage was creaked open, first thing appeared was some frizzy hair, he was Mr Malfoy, the judge. He stepped forward and surprised to see Mr Brown, obviously and exclaimed." Oh gosh, Mr Brown, what made you visit me, is that you met another unreasonable trader or beggars were disturbing you all day?" Mr Brown flickered a wicked smile and said." Mr Malfoy, this time is not about me, it is about my son. He was beaten by a boy called Johnson in the street!" He pointed a finger to me threateningly and the bully shivered vigorously when he heard the word "beaten".
" Oh gosh, is he alright now?" the judge asked softly, trying his best to produce a bit sympathy. Johnson muttered." Cannot be better." Then Mr Brown responded." If he is perfect now, why should I find you, you fool." Then Mr Malfoy answered in a amused tone." I confessed I am such a fool when I compare with Mr Brown." Johnson muttered under his breath." Such flattery." Then Mr Brown said satisfyingly." Of course you are, so now, called the defendent's lawyers and family." Johnson shouted." I have no lawyers!" Mr Brown said joyfully." Poor kid, then call his family to come. I want to see how his family's heart breaks when they see this criminal goes into the jail, oh yes, the children one."
Soon, Johson's mother and father came to the court and the prosecutor's lawyers started a fight with the hopeless defendant, Johnson. Soon it came to an end. The judge suddenly winked at Johnson and Johnson was sure he wanted to say something. He wasn't hopeless after all, the final judgement would only make by the judge. Then he remembered something.
Darkness could not cover all places.
