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From: Aaron-Deshay player of Jerry
Pool of Ghouls Pt 2 (Shoalin Shit, Fei Feng out here!)
"I thank you Sensei Chin...it has been a vigorous 26 years. I don't know how to repay you, I know I say this all the time but, it is true! I remember when I was 12, you took me off the streets. Without you I would have probably been in jail. I just wanted to tell you before I go off.......that your like a father to me."
The elderly Asian couldn't help but, smile, "Derrick, I remember when I first met you. I caught you stealing out of the Supermarket on 35th and Pine. When I saw you there stuffing Candy and Tape Cassettes in your coat." The two went on for several minutes, caught up in the past.
"I will try to keep in touch once I get to Vancouver. Take care Sensei keep the kids here intact while I am gone. They will love to spend more time with you I bet", Derrick said as he made it to the entrance door of the Dojo pulling his dufflebag over his shoulder. "Heh, sure Derrick they want to spend time with the Grumpy Ol' Foogie like me!", they both laughed at the thought. Derrick knew it was time for him to go, if he stayed any longer he wouldn't get enough sleep tonight for the early bus. He waved to his Sensei before he bowed out of the entrance. They would both miss each other......
The Stalker grinned deeply as he watched the middle aged man finally leaving the Dojo. He had been watching him for a week now. Going to the class watching him instruct next to the old man, watching how he moved. Jerry had picked a great one! He would be able to teach his other new lackeys how to fight. They both new how to brawl just as good as the next man, but they needed tecnique.
Jerry followed Derrick for several blocks, thinking and planning how he would "Get" him. After several moments tired of walking and restlesness, he sped up his movement coming outright behind him only 30ft away preparing his attack but, Derrick stopped dropping his dufflebag but, not turning around keeping his back to Jerry.
"You've been following me ever since I left the Dojo, I don't want to fight you. I don't have any money, all I have is my dufflebag." Jerry chuckled to himself as he moved closer pulling out a knife. This kid sounds like a total pushover, hope he doesn't dissapoint me...
Derrick knew that this guy wasn't going to leave him alone and he wasn't about to give in to this common street hood. He spun around and whipped his foot out quickly slapping Jerry across the cheek. Without a moments notice he struck out with a punch, a knee, a punch, and another foot found its way into Jerry chest shoving him off his feet, he landed on his back with a large thud.
Derrick dropped into a stance and watched over Jerry as he wiped some blood from his mouth. "Woah, got spunk too! Yeah, I knew you were the one Derrick" Derrick arched his eyebrow as he tried to figure out what the thug meant. He was stubborn, couldn't be to smart either Derrick thought, after the small whooping he still comes back for more?