Kain Sutherns_(1)

Think for a moment, of the most important moment that has ever happend to you. Pretty great memory right? Well, it was in the greatest moment of my life, that changed everthing that I had expected and wanted in my life. My name is Kain, Kain Brenner. I was your average high school kid, got average A-B grade average, had friends, a divorced family, and played sports. But, I am far from your average Joe. I was the football star. You might be thinking ok, so what? Well, I was the best in the nation, as a freshman, I had scholarships lined up. Yea, now you get it, I had a life of amazing talent, luxery for both me and my Mother, a life filled with fun. So, what happend you ask? Well, kick back, grab a box of tissues and let me tell you my friend. Let my story unfold before you, as my life once was for me. It was the 4th quarter for the state game, 5 seconds left on the clock, 4th down. Both teams where at a dead lock score of 6, the life long rivealry didn’t help the agression much. A drop of sweat trickled slowly down my face, and dripped onto the grass, time slowed, deep breath filled my lungs. I pushed my hand down into the grass right on the line of scrimadge, hunkering down, ready to explode forward toward the goal line. The rest of the team got ready to cover Johnson as he would run with the ball to our victory. “Down!” I took a deep breath. “Set!” I heard my mother scream “You can do it Kain!!!!” I released my breath. “Hike!” The ball snaped back, time still seemed in slow motion. I exploded and dodged Eric Cals, number 23, then Steven Olet, number 37. I turned my head just in time to see Donnie Johnson trip over his shoelace. But where was the ball? Olet was right in front of me, I spun on my heel, Cals was angled back at me, ready to sandwich me inbetween them. Then I saw it an amber brown object was hurling towards me at a perfect spiral. I planted my right foot, digging my cletes into the soft earth, my left still in the air. I raised my hands as my left foot fineally made contact. I felt the falmiliar roughness of the ball against my gloves. Pulling it down into my elbow, I spun, dodging Olet, time resumed to normal, dizzying my vision. I sped past him as Cals smacked into him. I jumped over Bruient, number 17, who had fallen backwards blocking. I stepped into the endzone, the crowd erupted. I rolled, letting my momentum slow, and stood after the perfect roll. I brought one up one hand, placing it palm down, pointer finger and thumb against my forehead making a salute. The crowd erupted even more enjoying my signature celebration. Then all the sudden someone screamed and everything froze. I saw Stark, my best friend and the best quarter back ever, turn and sprint toward the stands. What was going on? Did someone pass out? Throw up? Where they ok? Then I saw the paramedics running as fast as they could towards the stands where the crowds parted like the red sea. There lay a woman, about the age of 41, wearing a shirt that was bright white, with the bright red print of the name, KAIN. My heart stopped, I sprinted so fast my legs felt like they where flying. I threw my helmet down, spat out my mouth guard and hopped over the fence and climbed up the railing to the stands. I picked her up delicately, and with Starks help, carried her down to the stretcher the paramedics had. No less had we put her on then they took off, the ambiulence was backed up less than 10 feet from them. They put her in on a gournie, hoisted the gournie up, and slammed the doors. The only reason I wasn’t in there when they left was because of Stark soon joined by the rest of the team. “Kain calm down! We can follow it in the car! The faster they get to the hospital the better!” It was Stark and he shook me to snap me out of my daze. “Come on lets go!” He had to shout over the crowds screaming and cheering. We sprinted to my 2004 Sanata, jumped in, and slammed the doors. I jammed the key into the egnition and threw it into drive. The engine roared and the tires screeched, then we took off. I sped at 50 mph, dodging cars, passing through lights and stop signs trying to catch up with the ambiulence. Then I saw a dark circle rolling past us, and then a gleam of silver. My front tire had popped off and was now speeding down the road. The car screeched and screamed in shock of the strain. I pulled it over to the side of the road, slowed it to about 5 and left the car along with Stark. I was less than 3 blocks from the hospital, so I sprinted as fast as I could. My cletes scrapped on the pavement, sweat running down my face, my head throbbing with the echo of my heart beats. I saw the hospital to the right, my heart sped up as i saw the ambulence driving away, the doors closing and the gournie with my mother on it being raced to the emergency room. The moon wasn’t out and the street lights were dark as I crossed through a yard and tripped a sprinkler someone had left out. I faceplanted into the soft ground, hearing a snaping noise deep in my ears. I drug myself up and kept running. I came to the automatic doors and as they opened i pushed them apart faster, every second counted to me. I can past the girl at the front desk, past uncountable doors and hallways. I chased the doctors that had my mother in the gournie. I caught up to them, just as they went through a set of authorized personel only doors. Two cops where standing there as I tryed to push past to get to my mother. They pushed me back. “No!” I slamed one into the wall and the other into the door using my shoulder pads. I pushed the doors open but suddenly I froze, unable to move. I fell on my back, slamming onto the cold hard seramic tile floor, staring up at a blurring and darkening cieling. Then, my world faded into nothing. I awoke to a slight beeping noise and the stench of dried blood, burned cloth, and disinfectant. I opened my eyes and pushed myself into a sitting possition, my back resting against some pillows. I was in the hospital, it didn’t take a geniouse to figure that out. My head erupted in pain, followed by my knee, my back, and both my arms. I slowly raised my hand to my head and rubbed the source of the pulsating pain. A huge gash was covered in gause that wraped about my forehead. I looked at my hand, and without thinking I pulled out the iv and the pulse checker. Slowly I worked my way to the edge of the hospital bed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Kain?” It was Stark, still wearing his jersey, shoulder pads, and cletes. “Hey man, did I pass out after we scored?” I managed to say through the sudden nausia. Stark stopped cold in his tracks. His face darkened and I could tell that something had gone seriousely wrong. Stark took a deep breath and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, “Kain, I-” a doctor came into the room with a big smile on his face. “Why hello there sleepy head! You’ve been out cold for nearly 3 hours, those tazers must have hit you pretty hard huh?” the smile only grew when he saw the look of shock on my face. He obviously likes making people sad, could this day get any better? I thought to myself. “Uhm, excuse me.” A sharply dressed young man walked into the room. The doctor poked the well dressed man’s shoulder, “Excuse ME, good sir, but, you are interupting us.” “Yes, both of you are,” Stark grabbed both of their shirt collars and drug them out of the room just outside the door. I took the oportunity to put my cletes on, then I overheard Stark, “Will both of you get your heads out of your ass and realize that he has no clue of anything that happend after he won us the game. He doesn’t know his mothers dead!” My heart stopped and a sudden wave of light headedness and nausia took its toll on me. I clumsily leaned against the wall, staring at the ground and gasping for air. I put one gloved hand aganist the wall and slowly walked over to the door. I leaned against the door way as Stark met my gaze, and he knew he’d screwed up. “Kain, I, I was going to tell you before,” he cleared his thoat and glared at the two men, “before these two idiots came in.” I looked deep into his eyes, and found my worst fear. Stark was an amazing liar, but only I knew how to tell if he was lieing, he and I had developed a sixth sense for eachothers honesty. “I believe you.” I took a breath and wanted to say more but nothing came out. “If you don’t mind me sayi-” the doctor was savagly interupted by Stark. “Shut your mouth doctor, you and the ten pennies man better get outa here, the kid just lost his Mother!” I starred down at the ground, still leaning against the doorway. Then I heard the faint clicking of cletes against seramic. Someone took my left arm and put their head under it, supporting me with their shoulderpadded shoulders and someone else did the same with my right arm. I heard the familiar voices of Aron Reed, number 12, and Gage Turner, number 20, followed by the deep, lumbering thunderlike voice of number 85, Dex Sparten. Dex was even closer to me then Stark. Stark was my best friend from childhood sure, but Dex, he had saved my life. Not metaphoricly, literaly. It was two years ago, Dex had just moved to Overwood and no one really wanted to talk to him, even if he would be prime for the football team. I had seen him driving around just before I left my porch to go on a two hour run to keep in shape. I waved, finished tieing my shoe, and took off in the other direction. I went along my normal routs, then I saw five guys in mustard yellow hoodies walking along the street. I imediatly turned, and went across the railroad tracks, to the bad side of town. The only thing that could make me do that was five rival football players, from Ineder. Overwood and Ineder had a rivalry ever since two brothers started each town, but I wont get into that now. I kept running and the street lights got less frequent and the graffiti got more and more common. I looked behind me and didn’t see the Ineder football players anymore, so I started to slow my pace down. I heard a click from my right in an ally, and before I could react a man standing 6’2 in a black hoodie, sweats, and gloves blind sidded me, forcing me to the ground with the sudden force of his tackle. My right shoulder was slamed into the pavement as my head was whipped around. Pain shot through my whole body as I breathed in the smell of pot and alcohol on the mans breath. I cranned my neck to get a good look at his face as he got off me and felt in my pockets. The man was white, stalky, and had a joint hanging from his sweatshirt pocket. I tryed to prop myself up on my right arm but the pain was to much. My neck spasemed from the pain and unconfortable position I was in, and my head fell, slamming into the pavement. I closed my eyes and grinded my teeth in vain attempts to release some of the pain. I suddenly felt a metal ring on my temple, and heard the click of a pistol being loaded. Why the hell are they doing this? I thought to myself. Then all the sudden it dissapeared, and I heard a crack of bone on bone, the thump of feet running, and then silence. I opened my eyes and saw a hand extended down to me. I reached up with my left arm, and grasped his hand firmly. As this mystery man helped me to my feet, I saw a group of three men running, one limping, the other two leaving him in the dust. I looked up at the man and saw Dex, with his sandy colored hair and dark eyes. I opened my mouth to speak but he shook his head, “don’t strain yourself, lean on me.” Dex put his head under my right arm and took about three fourths of my body weight off my feet, helping me to walk. “What are you doing on this side of town Kain. You could have been killed.” Dex said in a concerned yet stern tone. “I, I saw some players from…from Ineder. I turned so that,” I paused out of breath, “that I wouldn’t get into a fight.” Dex smiled and chuckled silently. “Well, didn’t do a good job of that did you?” He said through his half smile. He led me around a corner to a black Ford truck. He had me lean on the side of the bed while he put down the tail gate. I walked over to the gate and got on it as pain free as possible. Dex had gone to the cab of the truck and had gotten a roll of goss, disinfectant ointment, and ducktape. “What happened to you?” Dex asked as he ripped some goss with his teeth. I told him how I had heard a click of a twig snapping and I turned and fell for their trap. He shook his head and felt my shoulder tenderly. “Sorry man, I wish I had been there sooner, any later and they would have shot your head off.” I winsed with pain when he touched my bone.