This is a story about a young man who had everything: A great school, perfect grades, beautiful girl that his family loved, all the money in the world, great life-long friends, amazing health. But this isn't a story of how great his life was, no this is the story of how his life fell apart and how he became,
Mr. Demolished.
"Excuse me! What you're walking on is art!" A girl screamed. Mason jumped up, startled, as if he had stepped on gum or dog shit. He looked down at his feet, the bottoms covered in black & white paint that was seeping together, making grey. He looked up at the girl who had screamed at him.
"You on the ladder, what's this art supposed to be?" Mason called out to her.
"I'm calling it, 'Gravitational Art'!" She called back, the ladder was abnormally high.
"Gravitational...? What does that even mean?" He called looking between her and the splattered paint on the floor of the hallway.
"It means what I'm creating can never be predicted and can never be duplicated; a perfect harmony of man and nature." She said. "Now can you please move? You're in the way."
"Whatever you say." He said and began walking backwards. "Good luck with this whole...Gravitational Art...thing." Then he turned and walked out of the corridor.
"Mr. Mayor Jr! What's going on man?"
"Oh, hey, Rick." Mason said as he passed a young man his own age in a different corridor. "What's up? Don't you have class?"
"Yeah, but I'm taking today off. Gotta' have a little 'Me time', you know?" Rick responded as the two of them shook hands.
"Days off are for when you're sick and outta' college, Rick!"
"Whoa! Alright, Mr. Mayor I'll get to class right away!" Rick said sarcastically.
"That's not what I meant." Mason readjusted himself. "Its just in my family it was always, work now play later, you know?"
"I gotchoo' man, I'm just givin' you a hard time." Rick said with a grin. "But for serious, I'd better get outta here before you change my mind."
"Alright, I'll be seeing you." Mason said and continued walking. He entered his class, a small workshop, he found an empty desk and took a seat.
Time passed, the professor gave his lecture and the class began working on their assignments. Mason worked diligently until his right pocket started to vibrate. He stiffened, he knew cell phones weren't allowed in any of his classrooms. So he carefully slid the phone out of his pocket to check who was calling him.
"Dad" It said.
Mason stood and walked toward the door.
"Excuse me, Professor." He said as he approached him. "I have to take this call, its my father, he only calls when its important."
"Alright." His professor said and gave him an accompanying wave to the door.
"Thank you."
Mason walked into the adjacent corridor and answered his phone.
"Dad?"
"Hey, son! How's school?"
"Its great, I'm actually supposed to be in class, what's up?"
"Oh, I'll make this quick then." His father said. "I'm having an important dinner tonight in town, I'd like you to accompany me, how's that sound?"
"It sounds like there'll be a bunch of old people there." Mason said with a chuckle.
"Ha! Why do you think I wanted you to come with me?"
"Alright then, could be fun."
"Fantastic!" His father cheered. "I'll send a car to pick you up at your dorm at around six-thirty, be ready."
"I will be."
"Sounds great, now get back to class! Stop fooling around!"
"Alright, bye Dad." Mason said and hung up.
He returned to class.
Time passed.
It was roughly six o'clock when Mason's phone started ringing: actually it was the chorus of one of his favorite songs. "Steph" it said on the display. He answered the phone singing.
"Why do you always do that?" She asked.
"Because I love that song."
"Why do you always say that?" She giggled.
"Because you always ask that." He was grinning because he knew he was charming.
"Anyways!" She said loudly, Mason could hear the smile in her voice. "I'm having a meeting at my church next Thursday night, you should come."
"You know none of your church members like me, Steph."
"Don't say that, Mason. Just come, those Athiests are trying to say its unconstitutional for us to demolish that old courthouse to make room for our new church." She said.
"Well, they are right - to some extent. I mean that court house is a part of this city-"
"Enough with all that!" She cut him off. "God, why do I even bother with you. Seeing as who your father is it seems strange that you disagree with what he represents."
He was quiet.
"Look, I've got to get ready, I'm going out to dinner with my father. Bye." He hung up. "What a bitch."
More time passed.
Mason arrived to an upscale resturant.
Despite his upbringing, Mason was always amazed by these places.
"Mr. Hopps. We've arrived." The driver said.
"Thank you. Have a nice night." Mason said and handed the guy a twenty dollar bill. He stepped out and on to the dry sidewalk, he looked up to see the top of the building. It was magnificent building, standing what appeared to be miles into the sky. Mason was straining his neck trying to see the top, but then grew tired and adjusted himself. He'd gotten used to dressing up, his dad had been a political figure in this city for as long as he could remember, so it had become second nature, looking the part. But even still, it was a performance and Mason still had to transition into full acting mode.
"Just keep your mouth shut and smile." He said between his teeth while looking at his reflection in a window.
He rolled his shoulders and shook his hands, no doubt trying to release negative energy. Then straightened and entered the building.
-Sir Jestro
Mr. Demolished.
"Excuse me! What you're walking on is art!" A girl screamed. Mason jumped up, startled, as if he had stepped on gum or dog shit. He looked down at his feet, the bottoms covered in black & white paint that was seeping together, making grey. He looked up at the girl who had screamed at him.
"You on the ladder, what's this art supposed to be?" Mason called out to her.
"I'm calling it, 'Gravitational Art'!" She called back, the ladder was abnormally high.
"Gravitational...? What does that even mean?" He called looking between her and the splattered paint on the floor of the hallway.
"It means what I'm creating can never be predicted and can never be duplicated; a perfect harmony of man and nature." She said. "Now can you please move? You're in the way."
"Whatever you say." He said and began walking backwards. "Good luck with this whole...Gravitational Art...thing." Then he turned and walked out of the corridor.
"Mr. Mayor Jr! What's going on man?"
"Oh, hey, Rick." Mason said as he passed a young man his own age in a different corridor. "What's up? Don't you have class?"
"Yeah, but I'm taking today off. Gotta' have a little 'Me time', you know?" Rick responded as the two of them shook hands.
"Days off are for when you're sick and outta' college, Rick!"
"Whoa! Alright, Mr. Mayor I'll get to class right away!" Rick said sarcastically.
"That's not what I meant." Mason readjusted himself. "Its just in my family it was always, work now play later, you know?"
"I gotchoo' man, I'm just givin' you a hard time." Rick said with a grin. "But for serious, I'd better get outta here before you change my mind."
"Alright, I'll be seeing you." Mason said and continued walking. He entered his class, a small workshop, he found an empty desk and took a seat.
Time passed, the professor gave his lecture and the class began working on their assignments. Mason worked diligently until his right pocket started to vibrate. He stiffened, he knew cell phones weren't allowed in any of his classrooms. So he carefully slid the phone out of his pocket to check who was calling him.
"Dad" It said.
Mason stood and walked toward the door.
"Excuse me, Professor." He said as he approached him. "I have to take this call, its my father, he only calls when its important."
"Alright." His professor said and gave him an accompanying wave to the door.
"Thank you."
Mason walked into the adjacent corridor and answered his phone.
"Dad?"
"Hey, son! How's school?"
"Its great, I'm actually supposed to be in class, what's up?"
"Oh, I'll make this quick then." His father said. "I'm having an important dinner tonight in town, I'd like you to accompany me, how's that sound?"
"It sounds like there'll be a bunch of old people there." Mason said with a chuckle.
"Ha! Why do you think I wanted you to come with me?"
"Alright then, could be fun."
"Fantastic!" His father cheered. "I'll send a car to pick you up at your dorm at around six-thirty, be ready."
"I will be."
"Sounds great, now get back to class! Stop fooling around!"
"Alright, bye Dad." Mason said and hung up.
He returned to class.
Time passed.
It was roughly six o'clock when Mason's phone started ringing: actually it was the chorus of one of his favorite songs. "Steph" it said on the display. He answered the phone singing.
"Why do you always do that?" She asked.
"Because I love that song."
"Why do you always say that?" She giggled.
"Because you always ask that." He was grinning because he knew he was charming.
"Anyways!" She said loudly, Mason could hear the smile in her voice. "I'm having a meeting at my church next Thursday night, you should come."
"You know none of your church members like me, Steph."
"Don't say that, Mason. Just come, those Athiests are trying to say its unconstitutional for us to demolish that old courthouse to make room for our new church." She said.
"Well, they are right - to some extent. I mean that court house is a part of this city-"
"Enough with all that!" She cut him off. "God, why do I even bother with you. Seeing as who your father is it seems strange that you disagree with what he represents."
He was quiet.
"Look, I've got to get ready, I'm going out to dinner with my father. Bye." He hung up. "What a bitch."
More time passed.
Mason arrived to an upscale resturant.
Despite his upbringing, Mason was always amazed by these places.
"Mr. Hopps. We've arrived." The driver said.
"Thank you. Have a nice night." Mason said and handed the guy a twenty dollar bill. He stepped out and on to the dry sidewalk, he looked up to see the top of the building. It was magnificent building, standing what appeared to be miles into the sky. Mason was straining his neck trying to see the top, but then grew tired and adjusted himself. He'd gotten used to dressing up, his dad had been a political figure in this city for as long as he could remember, so it had become second nature, looking the part. But even still, it was a performance and Mason still had to transition into full acting mode.
"Just keep your mouth shut and smile." He said between his teeth while looking at his reflection in a window.
He rolled his shoulders and shook his hands, no doubt trying to release negative energy. Then straightened and entered the building.
-Sir Jestro
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