P.P.B.B
Chapter Three: Pierre Sauvage and the
New Paul

        Paul Popov couldn’t help himself the
night before. He didn’t become tipsy – just flat-out drunk. He told himself not
to, but the situation he was in was calling for it big time. He was a wreck.
Everyone, though, has a chance to start over – partially, at least. After
coming back to his senses, Paul decided he was through with the drug-dealing.
He was going to get a decent job, get along with his neighbor, no matter how
blond and Canadian he was, and become an overall better person. “Tomorrow,”
Paul started, making a fist, “I become a new man.” And so he did.

        Paul slept in that morning, after the
long, thoughtful night before, and decided go to introduce to himself to Mr. Smith,
his neighbor. He would have to get used to him, anyway. Paul knocked on the
door. Bob opened it. “H- Oh. Um… You’re not Barry Smith,” he said, remembering
the blond’s name after seeing it on the small, blue mailbox on his way over.
Bob shook his head. “No. I’m Bob. Bob McDonald. Mr. Smith’s roommate. Sorry, he
can’t take visits now. He has a night shift, you see. At the local zoo. Barry
needs his rest.” Paul nodded in understanding. “Oh, I understand. It was nice
to meet you anyway!” Then, Popov shook Bob’s hand. “Goodbye,” he called,
walking back to his house. McDonald was majorly confused. “Was that seriously
the same guy who moved in yesterday?” he thought. Then he walked back inside.

        Meanwhile, in an apartment building not far
from theirs, was a man called Pierre Sauvage. Yes, he was a savage. Pierre
moved to Miami, Florida from France to get a better job. While he was with his
cruel and unforgiving ways, surprisingly, he was a psychological therapist. It
may sound ridiculous, but this job helped him to calm down, as well. The reason
he’s the callous person he is today is because of the tragic loss of his
parents as a young child. He remembers the face of the murderer clearly, and
hopes to one day get even with him. Pierre is twenty-seven years old, and also
a genius. To use his smart ways for good or bad was what he was having trouble
with at the moment. He couldn’t decide. Eventually, before he went to sleep, he
decided he would simply balance it out.