Chapter 1
January 13, 2026 at 9:37 AM
ON A STREET SOME WERE IN CHICAGO / TIME 9:20 / DATE June 19, 1923
A nineteen year old man is walking on a crowded sidewalk with a satchel on his shoulder. He also has a leather backpack, which holds all of his possessions. Nobody gave him a second glance. He was wearing a pair of cowboy boots that were too big for him, jeans that were too tight, a white tank top. He wore a solid red long sleeved button up shirt that was over his white tank top, unbuttoned. He also wore a belt he didn’t need, but wore just in case. He walked around a silent corner, with his head down, his hands were in his pockets. He has red blondish hair which was a raggedy mess. He walked with a little limp. He has a very small, slim, and slightly chubby build. He has a timid feeling about him. He appeared with no smile.A NEIGHBORHOOD BANK / TIME 9:35 / DATE June 19, 1923
A gang of men were threatening a group of people in a low security bank. No guard of any kind was there to stop what was happening. The men had glasses to hide their eyes, masks to hide their lower faces, and hats of every kind to hide their hair. Men were watching all doors, every window, and any person who dared to get help. Their leader was yelling furiously for his men to hurry up and get the money. When they began to get away, they let their guard down. They didn’t notice the small man that was coming into the bank. The male stood with his hand on the handle of the door. He froze in fear, when he saw men with guns of every caliber. His hand slipped off of the door handle. The door bumped into him from behind, scooting him forward into the bank. The black bandana the leader was wearing slipped from his face. When it fell, it showed a scar on the left side of his lips. A scar on the right sided bridge of his nose, that went under the eye down his cheek. Brown hair peaked from the black fedora he wore. Bright sapphire eyes pierced into the dark amber eyes, looking intense at the boy that was trembling but standing firm in front of him. A long southern drawl is heard from the young man as he says. “Wells, Is’ declare. What in tar nation is goins’ on here”? While his eyes were as wide as saucers. Fear flowed through the small figure as he stood his ground. His knees knocked together. The leaders, broad shoulders and tall form loomed over the boy. The leader yanks his bandana upon his face. He leaps over to grab the boy's wrist and pulls him close. He spins the boy around and holds his wrist behind his back. Then, the leader put his biceps across the boy's neck lifting him up as he faced the people of the bank. “If any one of you moves we’ll kill this boy, get that”! The leader's deep bass voice yells with such vigor. The boy’s hands clutch onto the leader's forearm and bicep, while he tries to fight to get out of the strong hold that is starting to choke him. The boy is held 3 inches above the ground. With every kick the boy's feet jingle as his spurs dig into the man's thighs and calves. He squirms, he kicks, he bites, but nothing seems to work on the large man holding him. The leader begins to back towards the door with his men in pursuit. He still holds the boy in his grasp. He turns around with the boy still in a choke hold. The leader loosens his grip on the boy as his men and him hustle closer to a luxurious Mitchell Model S. He throws the boy into the back seat of the vehicle. The boy tries to jump out, as another man tries to come into the car from the other door, but he grabs the boy before he can get out. The other man pushes the boy into the leader's broad chest. A loud thump is heard. The leader grabs the boy and holds onto his shoulders and thrust him on to the seat. The boy's head slams into the back of the head rest. Men crowd all around him. The leader is on his left and the man who had grabbed him is on his right. The boy is being crushed by these men as he sits between them. The men pull off all of their masks. As they get farther from the bank the boy gets more agitated. “Are ya’s goin to let me go”? The boy asks the men as they get farther down the road.
