Chapter 2

The duo was entering a tiny town of less than one thousand people. The brat was looking on with glee from the sight. They entered the driveway of a large farm, as Momma parks right in front of a large white mansion that kids were flying out of towards the red car to Momma’s delight and the brat’s confusion. Kids that had been in the yard playing when they all stop in their tracks to see her.

The brat speaks,”Where are we and who are all these people? They all must like you a lot to stop playing all of a sudden.”

Momma turned to the boy and smiled like a Cheshire cat.

“They are your new brothers and sisters and I am their mother.”

The brat looked confused for a second, until he finally broke his moment of silence.

“You gave birth to all these kids and you are still alive?”

Momma smiled, as she spoke,”I didn’t give birth to any of them, but I raised them as they were my own children. Family is more than just a blood bond, those that are close to you and love you.”

The brat was still new to this concept and he didn’t know what to make of it.

Momma saw that the brat was crying, like an endless running waterfall. She clutched the boy into her arms, like a newborn in a mother’s arms. The brat didn’t know what to make of all this

and he was scared to death. He had know only abuse and pain all his short life and within three days it had all gave way to a life of possibility. She held him for a few minutes, as she told the children to all give the boy some space.

The brat was led by the tender hand of the hunched over mother.

One of the older boys yelled out,”Who is the baby, you have brought with you this time? It took you a long time to only get just him.”

The brat took offense to being called a baby, since he looked like a one or two year old, but he was at least four years at the best guess from his former captors. He was called a lot of unmentionable

names in the past, but he wouldn’t take being called a baby. He would not have it for even a single second.

The brat broke free of his Momma’s hold over him and ran over to the boy that he had felt had slighted him this day. The lad kicked the older boy in his shin, who was over twice his size. The large boy bent over to clutch his leg out of pain, when the brat punched him cleanly in the left eye. The blow would leave a black eye on the older boy.

Momma grabbed the brat by the shirt color and forced him off the ground.

She said,”Boy that is enough! Now say you are sorry!”

The brat spit in his victim’s bruised face and the large boy had enough. He was prepping to charge at the brat, when he was grabbed up by five other boys his own size.

The victimized boy spoke,”Let me at this punk! I am going to beat him black and blue! I promise you all that! You will see!”

Momma broke her normally calm demeanor and bellowed out,”Boys, keep him in his room until supper and I will deal with this little honey badger!”

The five boys all said,”Yes Momma,” as they dragged the upset brother into the aging mansion.

Momma spoke,”Now, boy I know you are new here, but you don’ fight among the brothers

and sisters! If you too are still mad at each other you settle it in the ring, like gentlemen!”

The brat spoke,”Nobody calls me a baby! Nobody! I will cut...”

Momma covered his mouth with her hand, before he could finish his sentence. She knew that the brat was small was his age but would probably fill out under better nutrition her at the local orphanage. The boy’s battle with his adopted mother soon relented to a tender embrace.

A little girl walked over to the pair out of wonder and let out of her mouth both a simple, yet difficult request.

“What is your name, buddy?”

Both the mother and son both looked at the girl with the realization that they had spent the time

to come up with a proper name on the ride home.

Momma finally broke the silence and said sadly,”When I found him, he didn’t have a name or much else for that matter. But, let’s leave it lay for right now. Let’s have the best pizza party, we ever had!”

All the kids jumped up and down in joy as Momma carried the lad into the mansion.

Five young woman come to meet Momma with her new found child. All the woman were in their early twenties, when compared to Momma, who was in the mid thirties. These woman were all wearing vintage maid outfits from over one hundred years ago. All the skin they were showing was their hands and parts of their uncapped heads. They were not forced to wear these clothes, but they all decided to do it together out of fun.

The smallest woman named Emily spoke,”Momma, who do you got there in her arms? He looks

like a strapping young man?”

Momma spoke,”Emily, he has yet to find a name, but we will give him the time to find one on his own accord. He had seen things I can’t repeat and I will die before I force to bring it up without his

own will to do so. We have to be patient and loving with him, until he integrates completely into

this wonderful family at his own pace. He needs to have extra food to get him back on track physically and once he settles into his surroundings to start his school. He is bright, yet forceful lad. He has got

the temper of a pissed off rattlesnake.”

The brat had placed his upper lip into a pouting position, as if he was upset that he had just crapped his pants.

Momma spoke,”Let me give the little angel a nice warm bubble bath with me, since we had not been able to clean up right, while on our trip. If you five would be troubled to pacify your beloved senor and make all the kinds of pizzas that you’re able to make. This boy can eat like you have never seen before, so be prepared. Take as long as need and prepare all the tables to hold the table sized pizzas. We have got to give him a warm welcome to every child that enters our doors, especially this one. Is that not right, big guy?”

The brat spoke,”Yeah!”

The two travelers went off to get cleaned up as the five sisters went off to get supper ready. Three of the woman went into the kitchen to get the food ready to cook, while the two others went into the large dinning hall to get it ready for the feast.

The mother and son were in a large bathtub big enough for two grown men, yet alone a slender lady and a small boy. He sitting on a plastic stool that Momma had placed in for the lad to set upon, so that they could be covered in water. He was playing with a rubber duck and toy boat, making all sorts of noises. She was just enjoying being in her favorite bathtub on the mansion’s enormous property. The two got dried up as the boy begun to cry.

Momma spoke,”What’s wrong?”

The brat spoke,”Don’t hurt me, like the bad men! I promised that I will be a good boy this time.”

The boy was so scared that he pissed himself, so he had to have another bath.

Momma spoke,”I will never hurt you and neither will the any of the others will. We all have our good days and our days, but at the end of the day we come together as a family. You know what my little man?”

He said with both tears in his eyes and a smile on his face,”What is that?”

She respond, while redressing him said,”Fred, the boy you hurt needs to made felt better. How

do you that?”

He shrugged his shoulders with both palms of his hands facing up.

She said,”You go to them the next time you see them and tell them that you are sorry. You need

to hug him as well, to show that you would not do it again.”

The brat spoke, Okay!”

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The two exited out of the master bathroom and into the master bedroom and fell asleep on the bed. Momma and the brat slept for four hours, while the whole world flew around them. The five sisters were about finished with dinner and were getting the tables ready for eating.

The tables nearest the kitchen were covered in table length pizzas, garlic bread, cheesy bread, and many kinds of desert pizzas.

A fat woman name Martha comes into the room after knocking on the wooden door.

“Momma, dinner is about ready and the kids are chopping at the bit.”

The brat jumped out of the bed towards the smell of food. Momma threw on some slippers and came running after the boy. The brat was staring at the food and was going to eat it, when one of the older kids grabbed him by the arm and held him up into the air.

The brat spoke,”Let me go, you hussie!”

Before the girl could react, Momma and Martha came into the room.

Momma spoke,”We have a new boy here, who needs a name. We need to be nice and welcome him into our family. Oh! There he is!”

The girl puts the brat down as all eyes are upon him.

The brat thought he was in trouble, as he was prepared to run for safety, when everybody yelled,”Welcome to the family!”

The boy wanted to cry at the sight, but he did not want to shed tears in front of this many

people.

Momma spoke,”We let the new person in the family get the first slice of pizza from the table and move on. Once everybody has had their plate filled, after that it is fare game after that. Do you

understand that?”

The brat put a fist up in the air, and yelled,”Yeah!”

Momma blessed the food and the brat had a piece of pizza from each table and stacked his food, like a tower. He was walking once he saw the boy he attacked.

The brat walked over to the boy handed the stack of pizzas.

Fred spoke,”I can’t eat all of this! I need some others to help me with it.”

The brat spoke,”I can help you after being so bad to you. I am sorry that I had hurt you. I didn’t know that being mean to others was wrong, until Momma found me.”

Fred spoke,”I am been hurt by you and you made me mad. But, you are one heck of a fighter for such a small guy. You wanna learn to box after dinner?”

The brat spoke,”Yeah, I would like that. But what is boxing?”

Fred gasped,”It is just the greatest gentleman sport in the entirety of Flinkaz. You learn to defend yourself with just your two fists.”

The brat was excited about the thought of learning to box. The two boys were deep into their

pizza eating feast, when Momma finally got eye shot of the tender lad and she was surprised to see that he had so easily made up with Fred. She was still a little nervous, since the elder lad was not one to let matters of payback go undone. She didn’t believe in preemptive punishment, since no wrongdoing had been carried out yet. Momma would still keep near from now, yet not interfere in the new brothers’ relationship. Sometimes, you just need to let kids figure it out for themselves.

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The whole orphanage had eaten and the few leftovers had been placed back into the kitchen.

Most of the kids took a nap, and some even went to sleep for the night. Fred and the brat were now

inside an old fourteen by fourteen foot sized boxing ring. It had been donated to the orphanage by the local boxing gym, along with kid and teen sized boxing gear.

Fred was in a red pair of boxing gloves, while the brat was wearing some small golden gloves with a red face guard. The young boxer was starting to get into a fighting stance and was starting to move.

Fred spoke,”In boxing there is up to fifteen three minute rounds, but today there will be only one round, There are three ways you can lose, you are knocked down three times in a round, if you are unable to stand up before the count of ten, and finally if the other boys see that you are too hurt to go on.”

The brat spoke,”It won't come to that, since you are going to give up!’

All the kids laughed at the brat, which made him mad as a charging bull. One of the kids rung a bell and the fight was on.

The brat was charging at Fred to only being punched in the face for his trouble. The attacking was holding back, due to battling a young child. He didn’t want to get in trouble for beating the little turd black and blue.

The brat was getting madder and madder at his foe, since he was completely under the control of Fred.

Then the bell rang as the children yelled out,”Fight is over! That is enough for today! Guys, it is time to hit the showers!”

The brat had somehow managed to stay on his feet, but he was now on his butt gasping for air.

Boxing was an endurance sport through and through and it took it’s toll on the young boy.

Fred walked over to the brat and helped him to his feet.

The victor spoke,”You were always Johnny on the spot, when it comes to keep coming at me.”

The brat spoke,”Thank you!”

The young lad begun to cry to the dismay of all those involved. Everyone but, The two boys are now in the ring, due to fear of potential punishment from the adults.

Fred put a hand on the boy’s shoulder and said,”You don’t need to cry over just one loss, because today is still your first day in the ring.’

The brat spoke,”Thank you for giving me a name! Nobody has ever given me a name before!

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Back at Johnny’s former hellhole, the thugs were starting to wonder where the brat had gone.

Jopo spoke,”Wildrun had you heard anything about the boy is up to?

Wildrun spoke,”No, he went off the grid about seven days ago. Has he tried to run away again?”

Jopo spoke,”I don’t know what is doing, because that is why I asked you.”

A wild looking man smoking a joint in his mouth spoke,”I heard that some kid ate the entire Mcfatty’s extreme burger challenge in one hour without puking once. Funky Mumkey thinks that the kid there could had been our brat.”

Jopo spoke,”I will beat him black and blue, when I see him.

Funky Mumkey spoke,”Let’s make him have sex with a horny stallion, when he gets back! That will teach him to never leave us again!”

Wildrun spoke,”That will kill the brat most certainly. We had him sleep with the biggest dick pedophile, we could find, when he failed to bring in five thousand Bucks a day.”

Jopo spoke,”That was most days, am I right fellows?”

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All three thugs laughed for several minutes and once they were done Jopo went to find out if Funky was right or not. He walked into the greasy spoon diner and walked past the hostess without

even giving her the time of day. The thug saw that Johnny’s picture was not there.

Jopo spoke,”I heard that a youngster ate every item on the menu, where is his photo? Don't you all make a big deal over such a feat and put it in the crappy local newspaper?”

The hostess spoke,”Usually, I am the one who takes care of that, but the event took place on one

of my days off. I couldn’t find anything about it yet. But, I am sure that it is here, so let me look again.

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Five minutes goes by and the woman came back with nothing. Jopo was getting pissed and was

preparing to hit the woman for not giving him what he wanted.”

Jopo spoke,”Listen here slut, if you don’t give me what I want in thirty seconds, I am going to rape you on the griddle, while it is set at five hundred degrees!

The boss/ head chief runs into the dining room and gestures the hostess to go back into the office and the woman does as she is told. The woman also locks the door behind her and a puts a chair under the door.

The cook spoke,”Hey, I know that my food is good that you just thought that you had the best sex in life. Yet, you need not rape my lady staff, go get a bunch of hookers and have sex, until your dick bleeds!”

Jopo spoke,”I work for the five families”, overstating his own importance within the Mafia. But the cook had no way of knowing that for sure.

The cook spoke,”I am Husky Mcfatty and I pay for the weekly protection money for the local hand of the family. It is bad enough I pay forty percent of my money to the government, but I am also taxed forty percent of what is left. I can’t pay anymore than that. Kill me now, if you want more than that.”

Jopo spoke,”I am not here Fatty for more money, I am here for the kid’s picture!”

Husky’s eyes about dropped out of his head, because he knew exactly to whom he was talking

about.

Jopo spoke,”Out with it, I know you that you got what you want.”

The boss sighed and he pulled out the wrinkled paper picture of Johnny from his stained blue genes and handed it to the thug with remorse. He had no choice, but to give it to the people that had

hurt that young boy. Yet, It didn’t make it any easier for rat out such good people.

Jopo spoke,”That is him, alright! I want to know who is this whore that is holding my property?”

Husky spoke,”It was just some woman that was passing through town. She never even told me her name, I swear it. She must had been just a passer by. That is all, I know!”

Jopo put the photo back on the hall of fame board and held it up with his pocket knife.

He said,”I will leave this here, as a warning to what will happen if you are lying to me! Keep that in mind.”

The thug walks back out of the front, as Husky wipes all the sweat off his brow with his food covered shirt.

He thought,”I hope that you will stay in whatever hole that you are hiding in you two, because I gave you a week head start. That is all that I do for.”

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Johnny had managed to fit in within the orphanage and had grown from two feet, twenty pounds

to two foot two inches, twenty five pounds. It was a miracle for momma and the other staff that he was starting to make up the lost growth that he had lost in the roughly four years of life. He was boxing everyday with Fred and some of the other boys. He was picking up on it pretty good to everybody’s amazement.

The boys were stopping for the day when Momma comes unto the scene with a smile on her lovely face.

She spoke,”Will you please come here, Johnny?’

He ran over to his mother, which held him in her arms.

Momma spoke,”Would you like to go to school tomorrow?”

Johnny looked confused,”What do you do there?”

She spoke,”You learn, play sports, and do many other things.

He spoke,”Can I still box everyday?”

Momma spoke,”Yes, you can box as well after school.”

Johnny spoke,”But, it will take away from boxing time.”

She spoke,”But Fred goes to school five days a week, except for one month out of the year.

The boy frown as he spoke,”That is too long for me.”

Momma spoke,”It will be fine, once you get used to it.. You need not be in a hurry, since you have got all the time you need to get into being a smart boy.”

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The next day, Johnny takes a IQ test presented as a game. He spends the whole day to finish the test. He was tired, but not too tired to go to boxing before supper time.

Momma was qualified as both a school teacher and as a school psychologist. She let the boy

go to box.

She shut the door and graded the test as she cried at what saw. Momma graded the test six times, but it was still the same. The boy's IQ score was only seventy.

Momma spoke,”I am know that he is developmentally behind, but he is so quickly learning boxing in just a few months. I know if I work with him everyday, he will be able to get up to about to normal, or near normal.”

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She worked him and the other teachers of the orphanage as best as they could for two whole

years. He was now four foot tall and fifty pounds. He was big for his age. He had went through preschool through kindergarten school years. He was now in first grade, doing fairly well. He was doing better, despite his problem with social and anger issues. That is what Mama had expected of Johnny’s past abuse and it’s ugly effect on his life.

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Sixth more years had went by and Johnny was now twelve years and he was six foot two inches and one hundred seventy pounds. He was quickly become the smartest and best student athlete in the whole town and the nearby area.

Momma was at the yearly orphanage graduation leading the ceremony, when she got to Johnny’s time to graduate, she about busted into a crying fit.

She spoke,”I promised you all that I wouldn’t get emotional this time, but I am so proud of everybody here today. Johnny I am so proud of you as well, because of how far you had come from. You came here near the bottom end of all things concerning to one’s life. This was the first time, I ever mentioned this to anybody, beside the school state representatives. Now you are the grade’s valedictorian, as you graduated the twelve grade of high school with summa cum laude honors. You have also achieved an associate degree in business management and accounting, while still in high school. You had gotten a full four year scholarship to the local Never Forget University. I hope that you would go there this fall.”

Johnny yelled, I will go to help you run this place and help others the same as I was.”

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Four years goes by and Johnny had graduated from college, with master degrees in business administration, accounting, physical education, coaching, and athletic training. He had went to the academy’s accelerated college program, where you did two years of school in only year.

The whole orphanage went to see Johnny graduate with the same honor as had in high school.

Johnny had been an athlete in college wrestling. He was also a top heavyweight in boxing, kick boxing, Muay Thai, and combat sambo. He was a four time division one world heavyweight college champion in all the sports that he took part in. He was a monster, as an athlete and had never

been defeated, even by judges’ decision. His senor year nobody ever lasted three minutes fighting

against him. His college sports association wouldn’t allow any supplements, beside general vitamins. Any rule breaker would be suspended for a whole semester for the first offense.”

Johnny had no problem with the rule, since he was a natural mesomorph at seven foot tall and over three hundred pounds of muscle. He was lean but not super jacked at this time of his life. After the ceremony, he had met up with the orphanage staff and residents. They were going to eat a fancy diner, when a group of scouts had approached Johnny.

One scout spoke,”We are here from the national Olympic committee and we would look you to join the team.”

Johnny asked,”Which sport will I have the chance to represent in.”

The man said,”All of them.”

Johnny spoke,”But, I can’t go!”

The scout spoke,”Why not, this is the chance of a lifetime!”

Momma looked at the sad Johnny who had his head facing the ground.

The mother lifted the face of her son while standing on the top of toes, since she was only five foot, five inches.

She spoke,”You feel that you need to stay behind to help run our home. That is not needed, since I am only in my early forties.”

Johnny spoke,”You are forty five, mom.’

Momma punched Johnny in his arm and said,”Shut up! I am not the beauty that I was when I

first found you, but I not an old maid yet.

Johnny spoke,”You are still the prettiest lady that I know.

Momma had gave her son a sad look, when he said that. But she didn’t say anything more about it. Johnny was still anger about being a child prostitute, he was a young child. That was

understandable, since he had been mental and physical abused as well. He wanted revenge against the

people that had done all those evil acts to him. He had no help in therapy over the matter, because he had become better and better in hiding his rage. But Momma knew all too well that Johnny was still haunted by his past, but he refused to take any medicine to help him with what was probably PTSD.

The graduate had never even kiss a girl in all his life, despite being labeled a chick magnet by all the woman that he had know for any period of time. Momma tried to set him on dates, both with and without his knowledge beforehand. Johnny would not have any part of it and chase the poor girl away. There was rumors behind his back that he was secretly gay, but no one had the balls to tell it to his face. People were that afraid of him. They assumed that if did not to be in relationships with women, that he was having secret relations with men. But, that was not the case, since he was asexual when it came to his physical desires. Momma though that he should have someone who made him truly happy, unlike her, who still single.

Johnny spoke,”Fine mom, I will go, but will complete the promises that made for the kids first. If that is okay with you gentlemen?”

All five of the men were eager in the response to take on Johnny to the national Olympic headquarters. All the scouts gave Johnny their phone numbers and visa versa.

One scout spoke,”With your abilities, you can make millions of Bucks before you turn thirty years old. I bet that could get more donations for the orphanage that raised you for you being so much in the spot light..”

The whole family was happy that they could get more funds to treat more kids and treat those same kids all that much better. They could afford more staff and better equipment. The mansion and most of the other buildings needed a much needed renovation. Johnny had wanted to set a free summer camp for all the troubled and needy kids in the state. He was going to have a pilot test month this summer to see if the staff could do it properly do it, so that it could be legally supported by outside donors.

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The first month of summer camp was an astounding success, before Johnny was even announced to be working with the next Olympic team. (The Flinkaz summer Olympics was every two years). Johnny could not compete in more than three different sports at a time, while at the Olympic events. But he compete in the world tour of the non-Olympic events, every year in as much different sports as he had desired.

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Six more years go by and Johnny had become both an Olympic and world super heavyweight champion at three hundred and thirty pounds. He was less than four percent body fat, while being in the on-season. Johnny was a little sad that his family hadn’t come to the Olympics this year.

He spoke to himself,”It is not like them to not call me, when at least one person from the family can’t come to see me compete. No one would answer any of their phones for that matter. I have decided to not take my paid vacation this year and go straight home. I have got to know what is going on with them. It makes me nervous for such a long time between phone calls.”

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It had been several years and Jopo, Funky Mumkey, and Wildrun had still not found Johnny. They were afraid that the real members of the five families would find that they allowed someone with some of the mafia’s trade secrets to leave without been murdered in exchange. It was blood in and blood out, when it comes to the mafia. The only exception to that rule was that you were too broken down to work for the family. Some of the such mafia members were still called back to do tasks, as was needed.

The trio of associates would not have any quarter from the Corbello family that they were working for. All the money that Jopo, Wildrun, and Funky Mumkey, but what they skim off the top.

If the crime family would investigate them, it would come out to what they had been doing to cheat the

mafia. They would sleeping with the fishes, if they didn’t rid themselves of the escapee in a short manner. It was a miracle that the mafia had not found out about it already.

Wildrun was laying on the old cum stained couch watching the Olympic events half paying attention, when his spit comes flying out of his mouth.

Jopo spoke,”What is your problem, you slut! You are supposed to swallow, like a good hooker.

Isn’t that right, my stoner friend?”

Mumkey spoke,”Yeah, dude! I beat the last slut that did that to me. You can’t waste the man

milk, like that! It just isn’t right!”

Wildrun stood up and yelled,”It is the brat on TV! We found him that son of a dog loving whore!”

Jopo spoke,”Quit your bull crap, Wildrun!”

Mumkey put his joint down in a run over ash tray and walked over to get a good look at the TV

screen. His jaw hit the floor, when he looked at the picture.

Mumkey spoke,”Is it the opium or is that same brat all grown up and built, like a hummer?”

Wildrun spoke,”It is him alright, he has that the same scar over his left eye. He has the same fierce look on his face, since he was a boy.”

Jopo spoke,”You are both high and drunk! Remind that mother and let me see it with my own eyes!”

They rewinded the video and it was Johnny alright standing in a wrestling singlet with a gold metal wrapped around his muscled neck.

Johnny was given a chance to speak and he grabbed the microphone out of the interviewer’s

hand.

“I would like to thank my Momma, back at my hometown in Redwater, one hundred miles away from Dirty City. She runs the local We are a Family Orphanage, along with five of the sweetest

ladies in the entire world. She saved me from being a mafia goon. Those Corbello punks ought to be put in their places for allowing those three associates. The sissies are named Jopo, Wildrun, and Funky Mumkey and they abused me in every way possible. They made me do things that would make a

hooker blush.”

The interviewer tried to take the mike from Johnny, but was pushed unto his back for his interference.

Johnny spoke,”Guy, don’t try to do that again, since I will break your pencil neck! I was forced

to have all my holes filled with things that still make sick just thinking about it. They worked for the

Corbello crime family and they branded me, like I was cattle. I wish that I could kill everyone

of those pieces of cow dung! I would do it in front of their children and wives. I would like to behead all the bosses and barbecue their meat to their family, while I am wearing their skin!”

The microphone cut off, as Johnny stormed off to get back home.

The announcer spoke,”Oh, what words does our gold medalist have! Let us go to the other

weight classes award ceremony.”