BOYS AND GIRLS
Alternate Ending
*starts from "She's only a girl"*
I sat still, dropping my fork in my food. My eyes started tearing up as Laird giggled. The tears leaked into my mouth and tasted bitter, painful. I stood up, and a rage swept through my entire body. I started my father in the eyes and told him slowly but menacingly,
"I am leaving, and I will never come back."
As I ran out the front door, I could hear them all getting up to try and stop me from getting away, but I no longer cared. As I sprinted towards the dark forest, all of my hatred seemed to fade away along with the blurry image of my father. I felt as if a great overbearing presence had just left my body; I felt free.
I raced onwards through the wood, the branches and moist leaves scraping against my skin. The ominous clouds overhead pulsated rhythm as though they were giant drums; the noise shattering the raindrops as they fell. I ran for a very long while. I lost track of time, my mind was in a haze of thought. I had just ran away from home! My father, the man who controlled my life, made me feel like I HAD to be something, and that I COULDN'T be something else. I kept at it for hours, perhaps days, until I finally collapsed and fainted.
When I awoke, I smelled burning wood. The charred scent of wood was one that I knew well, growing up on a farm and all. I looked up and I saw a fire pit with some crackers and soup. I looked around and I saw that I was in a sleeping bag, holding a teddy bear. Above I could hear the shrill of birds signaling the rest of the world that it was, indeed, morning. Then, I heard a scream of "YES" coming from behind me, and shot straight up.
A man stood in front of me. He was clad in a skin-tight air pilot suit, bearing giant gold boots and a red helmet with a golden bird emblazoned onto the forehead. All I could make out from his face was a stern expression, and most of all, glowing white eyes behind the pitch black visor.
"Who are you?!" I blurted out at him.
He didn't say anything.
"Some sort of pilot? A captain? Say something!"
"SHOW ME YOUR MOVES!" he yelled at me, pointing his finger to the bright sun.
"What moves?" I queried.
There was silence. He was standing staring at me, occasionally, bringing his arm backwards, then bringing it forwards as if pretending to uppercut an invisible foe. He seemed to be lurching forward.
"FALCON PUNCH" he screamed at me in an ear-shattering volume.
"Falcon... punch? What? What the hell is Falcon Punch?!"
I immediately regretted asking. He slowly raised his left hand and brought his right forearm into his body; a flame enveloped around his tightly curled fist. He jabbed forward into my stomach, at an unbelievable speed. I flew backwards several miles at a breakneck speed, stopping only because of the great oak tree I had been flung into.
I screamed out in pain. I felt like I was dying. I coughed up blood, staining my shirt. It tasted awful.
Then, almost immediately, I experienced the most amazing feeling I had ever felt. A great rush of joy overcame my entire body. It felt as if everything bad in the world had suddenly disappeared. I forgot all about my sexist father, about my controlling brother and my apathetic mother. All that mattered to me was the man in blue. He was my soul mate, I could feel it. His fury was coursing through my veins, converting my blood to pure fire, spewing the pure power of rage into every orifice in every cell. I knew at that moment, I would never want to leave this mystery captain. I looked up, and I saw him lurching towards me. Then, all of a sudden, he sprinted towards me at an unbelievable pace, opening his mouth as if to say something, but the image of him was faster than the sound he was producing. A second later, I heard what he had said.
"FALCON KICK"