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As a writer with CP, Ive tried a bunch of.....angles.....I guess you could say......to write a story about someone with a disability that shatters the mold of what a character with a disability should be like...
I started with a "Boyhood Friends" "Stand By Me"esque story but scrapped it for this idea, its an action story, in the veins of Daredevil, Batman, James Bond, and throw in a touch of The Ousiders and other greaser stories. Theres only a little action so far as the characters are still being established, but tell me what you think
And now, the "first ten minutes" so to speak, I humbly present........Wheelman!
WHEELMAN
Prologue
This is an action story…. You know the kind, guy gets into incredible situation, has to face unimaginable threat, lots of explosions, lots of flash, guy gets the girl in the end, yeah, it’s one of those stories. The thing about this particular story is that it that our hero is probably not the quote unquote hero people imagine, you know the kind…007, Jason Bourne, Spiderman, Luke Skywalker, but don’t be fooled by our heroes exterior…….many people did, and many people are very, very sorry.
I
In New York, a household was glowing in the dusky evening. Inside, dinner plates and silverware clinked and clanked.
Phyliss Miller was a stern yet warm 65 year old woman, her grey hair pulled tightly in a bun. She was the head of a household that consisted of 10 kids, all with some sort of disability. The oldest was David Columbia, he had Cerebral Palsy, he had grown up in this group home, he attended regular school as his limitations were strictly physical.
“Let’s discuss our day shall we?”
“I cau- I caught a b – b –“
“Slow down Tim, you caught a..?”
“b- b- b-“
“spit it out stupid”
“MARY!TO YOUR ROOM NOW! Now, what did you catch?”
“a butterfly!” the 7 year old boy grinned, “Now I pick……David”
“Oh, well, I uh,-“ his cell phone rang and he looked at a text message
“I have to go, Miss Miller, I have to study at the library”
“Oh, OK then, everyone say goodbye to David” The 9 other kids murmured their goodbyes.
Now I think you can guess as well as Miss Miller could that the library was not in David’s immediate future. She understood that David needed his space; after all, he was an adult now. “Going to the library” was more of a code phrase that the 2 had developed.
He kissed Phyllis and wheeled into the night, he went past the other houses in the quaint neighborhood in Queens until he came to a black SUV.
“There you are!”
“Sorry, man” He got in the SUV as his best friend Mike loaded his wheelchair in the back
“So are you ready?”
“I never am”
“Yet you never cease to crush the opponent! ‘Oh, look at the poor wheelchair kid, I can’t hit hhim, then POW!”
“I get it, Mike!”
They drove to a small flight of stairs and Mike helped David down before carrying the wheelchair down, inside the MMA fight club a crowd jeered as two men grappled with each other. Mike wheeled David to a back room where he got ready
“Who am I fighting?”
“Some punk from the East Side, thinks he’s a big man”
“Beating on people in wheelchairs?”
Mike laughed, “Yeah, I guess”
10 minutes later, both men entered the ring
II
Standing before David was a burly man, he was tall, with hair down to his shoulders. He raised his arms as if to say “What is this”
“Is this a joke? You? I‘m fighting you?”
“Looks like it”
“I can’t fight a cripple!”
“Well that will make things easy for me I guess”
The man hesitantly approached David and looked at him
“You really want to do this?”
“Yup”
O……K, sorry for this”
The man threw a hook punch which David dodged and responded by throwing his knee crushing into the man’s gut. The man keeled over and was greeted by a slamming punch to the man’s cheek causing the man’s head to turn 90 degrees and blood to spray from his mouth. The man stumbled back three steps and fell. He got up, his shirtless torso glistening and heaving, his teeth red. The man lunged towards David and threw three more strikes all of which were dodged. David could feel the air shooting past his cheeks. He quickly wheeled back and was greeted by a flying kick, David spun his chair sideways causing the man to kick through the Pepsi advertisement behind him’
He threw three spinning front kicks, all of which David avoided by ducking. The man was now gasping for air, David slammed his footrests into the man’s shins, threw a side elbow into his gut, and finished by delivering an uppercut to the man’s jaw. The man collapsed
“Daaaaang!” the announcer exclaimed
“Nice fight” Mike said as David greeted him.
“Thanks, hey I’m thirsty, you?”
“yeah
III
The 10:00 rush filled The Neon Olive, a small dive mainly inhabited by bikers. The bar was mainly lit by neon beer advertisements, and filled with smoke. David and Mike sat at a booth, both had beers in front of them.
“Man, you nailed that guy!”
“He nailed himself, I just sat and watched”
“So how much did you make?”
“$500”
“Niiice”
“So, what’s up?”
“I just, I don’t know, I’ve been….thinking”
“Oh dear God! That’s never a good thing!”
“I just…..” He swigged his beer
“I- I feel……..trapped…….sometimes…..yknow?”
“Yeah”
“I feel like….I just need…….. to take a Greyhound……… and get the hell out of here.”
“It’s called growing up”
“Forget it, let’s just get the tab”
“Nah, I hear you man! You wanna do it? You wanna get the hell out of here? Yeah, let’s go!”
David paused for a few a seconds
“What…… now?”
“Yeah, we get our crap and go!” another pause
“OK, I just need to say goodbye to Miss Miller”
“She’ll be OK with this?”
“I hope…..”
IV
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! ITS NEARLY 1AM!: Phyliss was awaiting David on the front porch
“I was talking with Mike”
“I told you that boy was trouble”
“I’m 20 FREAKIN YEARS OLD!”
“You watch that mouth!” Phyliss snapped
“Y’know what we were talking about? Huh? Getting out of here!”
“You want to leave? Is that it? Go!”
“I will!”
“You won’t make it a day out there…For God’s sakes look at you!”
BANG!
Out of nowhere a gun shot, Phyliss looked down to see a small wound in her chest, she fell, lifeless
“Oh my God!......... Oh my God!” David couldn’t breathe
“Phyliss…..no!” he held her and began sobbing
V: 1 YEAR LATER…
David sat on the couch in an apartment he and Mike bought in upper Manhattan with David’s prize fighting money. He was eating popcorn and playing Super Mario Bros. 3 on his old Nintendo game system that he had at the grouphome. Mike had gotten work at Givano’s Pizza as a waiter. David continued fighting and also found work at tech support, answering phone calls and giving people computer advice. He had always had a knack for computers. Mike entered the apartment.
“Hey”
“How was work?”
“Work, give me some of that popcorn.”
“Want a turn?”
“I’m good….” There was an awkward silence “Mario huh?” he chuckled, “You always did love Mario”
“Yep”
“Do you maybe wanna……..go out to eat?”
“I guess”
Mike pushed David as they went down a busy street in Manhattan. Walking by them was a girl about their age. Men in grey hoodies suddenly approached her.
“Hey baby” A man grabbedher , she struggled
“Let’s have some fun”
“Get off me!!!!” she screamed
“Hey!” David yelled, “That’s enough, let her go!”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll make you!”
The other men gasped, the man threw the girl to the ground, and walked toward David, laughing, he pulled a knife
“OK, cmon tough guy!” he slashed at David several times, David dodged.
“Wow! That’s not bad!” said the man. He slashed a few more times until David grabbed his arm making him drop the knife, he then kicked him in the groin. In pain, the man retreated.
Another man walked towards David smiling, he pulled a 9mm pistol from his pocket and laughed to himself
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