Brian's Return

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Authors: Gary Paulsen
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some hedges, and he found himself going there more and more, walking past the park on his way home from school, stopping under the trees, closing his eyes, remembering the woods, the wind, the movement of leaves, the world without the incessant noise.
    Not just cars and horns and sirens and television, which he had come to hate because it took so much away from his thinking, but people talking and planes flying over, doors slamming—it all rolled into one kind of static sound, one noise.
    It came to a head in of all places the front entry-way of Mackey’s Pizza Den. Brian had become aloof, sometimes unaware of the social life around him, and without knowing it had upset a boy named Carl Lammers. Carl was a football player, a large boy—his nickname was Hulk—and also a bully who envied Brian’s celebrity. Brian didn’t know him. Apparently Carl thought Brian had said something bad about him and he was coming out of Mackey’s Pizza Den just as Brian was walking in with a boy and girl from school. The boy was small and thin—he was named Haley—and the girl was named Susan and she thought Brian was great and wanted to know him better and had invited him for a pizza so she could talk to him. Haley had been standing nearby and thought the invitation included him, to Susan’s disappointment.
    Carl had asked Susan on a date once and she had refused him. Seeing her with Brian made his anger that much worse.
    He saw Brian through the glass of the door, saw him walking with Susan, and Carl threw his whole weight into his shoulder and slammed the door open, trying to knock Brian off balance.
    It all went wrong. Brian was too far to the side and the door missed him. It caught Haley full on, smashing his nose—blood poured out immediately—and slammed him back into Susan. The two of them went flying backward and Susan fell to the ground beneath Haley and twisted her kneecap.
    “Oh . . . ,” she moaned.
    For a moment everything seemed to hang in place. The door was open, Carl standing there and Brian off to the side, his face perplexed—he had been thinking about the woods when it happened—and Susan and Haley on the ground, blood all over Haley’s face and Susan moaning, holding her knee.
    “What—?” Brian turned back to Carl just as Carl took a swing at his head. Had it connected fully, Brian thought, it would have torn his head off. Dodging before it caught him, he missed the total force of the blow, but even then it struck his shoulder and knocked him slightly back and down on one knee.
    Then things came very quickly. Haley was blinded by the blood in his eyes but Susan saw it all and still didn’t believe it.
    “Something happened,” she said later. “Something happened to Brian—Carl just disappeared . . .”
    In that instant Brian totally reverted. He was no longer a boy walking into a pizza parlor. He was Brian back in the woods, Brian with the moose, Brian being attacked—Brian living because he was quick and focused and intent on staying alive—and Carl was the threat, the thing that had to be stopped, attacked.
    Destroyed.
    Brian came off the ground like a spring. His eyes, his mind, searched for a weapon, something, anything that he could use but there was nothing; pavement, a brick wall, a glass door. Nothing loose. It didn’t matter. The thought did not slow his movement, and he had himself. He had his hands.
    He did not box. Nothing in nature boxed, hit with closed fists. Instead he kept his hands open and jabbed with the thick heels of his palms, slamming them forward in short blows that taken singly might not have done much damage. But he did not hit once, or twice—he smashed again and again, striking like a snake, the blows multiplying their force.
    Carl played football, and physical contact was part of it. He actually enjoyed the shock of blocking, tackling. But this . . . this was insane. He felt as if he were being struck all over at the same time. Brian hit his eyes, slamming them again

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