A Tale About IronSide

A Story by Brady

Drama, suspense, and adventure.

The Tale About IronSide

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This story isn't a normal story about a man. No this man was a strange man indeed. He was seven feet tall and had ribs like iron. He could take a blow by a steel bar and still standing. He had lungs the size of Africa. He could hold his breath for minutes. This is a story about this man, this hero how he lived and how he died. It all started out when an anxious young man named Tom, he was in high school. Tom was an athlete. He was a boxer, a wrestler, and a swimmer. Their wasn't nothing he couldn't do. He was a straight A student. One day he was walking home when he was attacked by a local gang. He was punched, kicked, hit with weapons,

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and even shot. When a school teacher named John found him he was bleeding to death but he was saved by paramedics. They said if John didn't find him he would have died. A month later he was fully recovered and back in sports. The teachers said his have increased by double. He could run, swim, think, and climb faster then anyone they have seen. His boxing skills increased and he could take huge blows. He could even hold his breath under water for long periods of time. He won state for boxing and wrestling. His mom was amazed at how much he was exercising. His grades went down but his athletic skills were amazing. About a year later the same gang that beat him up noticed his

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skills. They asked him to join their gang. When he declined they tried to beat him up again when they were hitting him in the side with a steel pole it didn't effect him. He got up and with his fists clenched he took a few swings. After he threw his last punch not a single one was standing. The police interviewed him. After the interview was over Rick the officer said "well how do you feel IronSide."From that day forward Tom was now known as IronSide. He loved that name. He became known locally and state wide. Many people adored him. Many challenged him. People would sneak up on him and hit him with boards. But it didn't bother him cause it didn't hurt. He entered fight clubs, he went to parties he

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was very popular. His best friend was his teacher John. I mean after all John saved his life. I will never forget the fateful day of my sons murder but back to the story. John and IronSide hang out after school everyday. They had a time of their lives. They played football, went fishing, and watched movies on weekends. One weekend they went to an amusement park. They got into a car accident and John died. Tom was so sad. He went to Johns funeral their we're many people their but Tom couldn't forget what John said before he died. That Tom had a special gift that not many people had. He though and thought but couldn't figure out what he was talking about. All he could think of was his athletic skills. But

Pg.5 he would soon find out later how much he was wrong. Later that week he cut his hand and the next day it was healed. He was so confused. He then knew what John was talking about. He had the ability to heal himself. It all came to Hume at that moment. His ribs, his lungs, his ability. He then vowed to use his ability for good. Not for fame, not for glory, and defiantly not for popularity. He helped people who were sick, poor, and injured. He could do pretty much anything he put his mind to. Except what was going to happen in the near future was way worse than anything you could possibly imagine. Tom was blindsided one day and was hit upside the head by a baseball bat. He woke up in

Pg.6 the hospital he had a concussion and had been knocked out. He was released later that night and I picked him up. We spent that night together and had a blast. I never thought that anyone could try to hurt him but how terribly I was wrong. About a week later he went out with some friends which his mother was glad. Football season was starting and he made quarterback I was so proud. He was more popular then ever. But he had also made some very powerful enemies. The same gang that had jumped him twice and he beat up once were planning a brutal attack it was hard I hate to relive it but as I sit here in prison I write this letter to you Jim. This is a very important letter; back

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to the story. One nite Tom was studying late at school when three men approached him and shot him. I knew exactly who did it. Tom came to me about a week ago telling me how he was scared for his life because he made some people mad that we're involved in a gang and

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that they might kill him. Immediately I called the police. But they couldn't do anything because they hadn't done anything. The nite of his murder I didn't call the police. I grabbed my gun and went looking for them. When I found them they were surprised they didn't know who I was at first. When i asked them how it was killing my son they knew immediately who I was. They reached for their guns but I pulled mine first and they were scared I loved the fear in their eyes when I shot and killed their leader. They tried to shoot me but they were to slow I shot first. The police Pg.9 showed up five minutes later and arrested me. When I told them why I did it they said why didn't I call the police and I told him because then I wouldn't have got justice for my son, Thomas Fredward James IronSide. They were suprised I knew because they hadn't even told me or his mom yet. I told them how Tom had called me before they murdered him and that he said to me "Dad please don't let them kill me" that's when I heard the shots. My heart just dropped. I was outraged. Why would anyone do this to my son. I mean after all he was a legend. Their we're not Pg.10 many like him. When I called his mother Joan cried and cried I couldn't handle it. It made me cry. After that I went to bed but I was too depressed to sleep about a week later was my court date. I was found guilty and sentenced to death row. When I told Joan she was even more depressed which made me more depressed. We may be divorced but I still love her. God how stupid I was. She told me she lost one baby and that she didn't want to lose another. So as I sit her and write this letter I seek out your help. I want you to go to this location 5025 lake Pg.11 view drive, south Carolina. Dig up a box under a big oak tree on top of the hill and mail it to the president. Thanks Jim for all you've done and if this letter doesn't reach you in time I'll be buried at West Grove cemetery. Dig me up and we can move to Miami with the money in the box.

Signed,WayneJames