"Raymon!"- ((in si-fi stereo))

Raymon was a hard worker. he got odd jobs around town as he was a little slow in the head. his favorite job was working for old man clemens at the town trash collection agency. he was in charge of the disposal waste department.

indeed ol' raymon was a little different. he was poor and every night when he returned after a full days' work he would be picked on by the neighborhood kids as he walked the narrow alley to his apartment. they taunted him, calling him "raymon the trashman"... he halfway tryed to smile it away.

one day at work raymon noticed something on the ground a few feet from his left. it was shiny, and very blinding. he walked over to it covering his eyes. as he looked again he now saw a ring on the warm sandy ground. the ring was astounding, raymon liked it right away... he tryed it on. it swirled many different colors from its' clear stone. it must be a mood ring he thought.

the moment he put it on, a hollogram emited from the ring! it told raymon that from now on he was in charge of all time and space. raymon laughed it off thinking it was just his imagination.

once again raymon made his way home after his long work day. the mean kids whom had picked on him were there once more. they all laughed at him, throwing rocks and spitting, laughing all the while. the ring on his finger lit up a bright orange then red. it burnt at raymons finger, he tryed to pull it off but it did not! the ring throbbed so much that it created a wave of some sort knocking everyone to the ground. some were melted, others were scattered to the bone. screams were heard throughout the alley.

raymon ran to his apartment quickly slaming the door behind him. he had a few drinks of hard whiskey to calm himself down. next he put the tv on and layed down on his unmade bed, there were weird looking puppets singing on the screen. it seemed as if they were talking to him... the sound from the tv began to fill the room with a smokey glare. as all of this was happening raymon was trying to come to his senses. tryed as he might he could not snap out. he tryed his best at a happy thought, and as he did so he remembered his mother.

there was a big oblong frame by his bed of his mother. he always would recall her kindness. when he grasped it the ring lit up the whole room! soon raymon was hovering from his bed to the celling with his mothers picture in hand.

the ring itself dropped from his hand as raymon and the picture of his beloved mother vanished into the dripping wall... the front door was forced open as a team of police rushed in. one of the kids from the alley slowly limped in behind them. there was the ring next to the air vent... the child put it on..........

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