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Angela (1 Viewer)

Abishai100

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After watching the unusual American film, Untamed Heart (Christian Slater), I felt the need to compose an inspired 'antithetical' fanfiction for this media-psychology age of community consciousness of ours in modern America to explore the 'opposite' side of imagined darkness. Hope you like it (it's my last one on the forum),


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Young Sam grew up in a very rough neighborhood in Philadelphia (Pennsylvania, USA) and attended a rough primary school where the ethnic minority student population studying under strained economic financing gave way to a very rough academic environment of school fights between students, drug-dealers from the nearby high-school wandering around school areas, and mismanaged school faculty-security personnel struggling to keep life sane and the school safe. In fact, the high-school students nearby the primary school often loitered and made it seem like the academic anarchy of the Philadelphia school(s) area was almost commonplace. This is the mood in which Sam developed his early sense of American life, as a 10 year-old, before he moved to the idyllic suburbs of New Jersey when his father got a better-paying job and his mother too.

When Sam was enrolled in the New Jersey suburbs junior-high school, the first thing he certainly noticed and appreciated was the improved sense of social atmosphere, sanity, educational fertility, and overall safety and security in comparison to the very rough Philly-school he'd attended as a young boy during scarring years of psychological trauma. Sam enjoyed pouring into this junior-high studies and books in the nice suburban New Jersey school and resolved to someday become a schoolteacher. However, after he completed his high-school degree, he was drafted immediately into the Gulf War in the Middle East, deferring dreams of becoming a certified schoolteacher. Sam had a rough time in the Gulf War as one of the few Caucasians in a platoon of mostly ethnic minorities, and the experience reminded him of his Philly-school days spent alongside the rough ethnic minority US city population. The Gulf War was certainly violent, and Sam returned home with a sense of determined depression now.

Sam got himself a regular job in the Boston suburbs and worked mostly on weekdays, in a news-stand, selling magazines, newspapers, and cigarettes. He lived modestly in a nice Boston condo in the suburbs right outside the city and commuted to the news-stand for work in his basic old Saab car. He made a good living, nuked his microwave dinners, and watched TV alone in his Boston condo after work. He enjoyed downloading movies off the Internet, and he liked reading MAD magazine issues, for which he had a special fan-subscription through his news-stand in Boston. He also watered his one special miniature banana-leaf plant in this Boston condo and mostly just lived out a quiet life of sanity and mood control. He was still horribly but privately traumatized both by the Philly-school days of his childhood years and the Gulf War trauma of his post-teen years and only yearned now for peace at home. That's why he lived this mundane life in his Boston condo while working at the modest news-stand.

Everything changed when Sam noticed that an Asian-Indian family moved into his Boston suburb residential condo-spread cul-de-sac. The family was composed of a mother and father and two daughters, one about 10 years-old and the other 12, and the younger (Esha) often played in the front yard while the older (Angela) rode her bicycle around the cul-de-sac. That's when Sam decided to change his consciousness completely. Every Saturday morning, Angela would ride her bicycle in the cul-de-sac, and Sam sat outside in his front yard and waved and smiled at her, and she sometimes smiled back. Sometimes Angela would ride her bike on Sunday afternoons, and Sam started to time his schedule to be there in his front yard on those Sundays to wave and smile at Angela. Sam had resolved to make this ethereal neighborly connection with the new neighbor Angela a sign of his intention to revolutionize his imagination and mentality, but it wasn't for the sake of spiritual betterment. No, he decided to become a serial-killer.

Unfortunately for the very eccentric and life-experience traumatized American man Sam, a burst of peace-imagery in the form of Angela on her bike only awakened him to the need to lash out against or in reaction to his trauma-experiences in Philadelphia and the Gulf War. Angela became his 'ghostly muse' as he went on a Boston killing-spree and decided he was the modern rendition of the Boston Strangler himself! Sam told himself that every victim of his bloody murders, committed by strangling strong strings, knives, and small hatchets, were made 'in honor' of his wonderful bike-riding Asian-Indian 12-year old neighbor-girl Angela, a bike-riding angel who unfortunately failed to deliver to the tragic antihero Sam a sense of community spirit required for him to make his life a thing of sanity rather than a thing of horror. Sam had become the prototypical 'American psycho' in Boston, and Angela was therefore a proverbial tragic-angel of no consequence. Sam never terrorized Angela, but when he was finally put to rest after being shot by a touring policeman who noticed he was strangling a man in the Boston alley, he'd become an American man of quiet description.

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