He who walks upon the Beaten Stair

Written by Chase LeBaron

Prologue
Imagine yourself, miraculously reborn as a solitary stair in a brand new staircase, proud to be
part of the staircase. All the stairs in the staircase are of equal quality. Astonishingly, none of
these stairs have been used. This new set of stairs leads to the second floor of the grand
household of, one Filippe Abarca, a rich entrepreneur from Spain who, ironically, sells different
types of leather shoes to high class businessmen and women with lots of money to spend on
shoes, made with cheap labor. This man, owner of the household, exploiter of the weak and poor,
is the owner of these newly-bought, fine, cedar wood stairs. He intends to use them like any
normal person would which is for transportation to the next floor. The first day of work for these
stairs is generally good, all things considered. These stairs get to stay warm and sheltered as long
as they transport the owner to the next floor. After about a year or so the stairs attempt to get
together to speak about their working conditions and troubles. They begin to call this committee,
The United Stairs for Equal Labor Etiquette (USELE). These stairs then begin to weigh the
pros and cons of the work they do after about 5 years of hard work and pain. After weighing the
pros and cons of their situation, the stairs brought to light that what Filippe was making them do

was considered by many to be slavery. Of course some of these steps suffered minimal abuse and
would not take part in these meetings of house politics because Filippe treated them well. These
steps were at the top of the staircase and believe themselves to be greater or stronger because
their owner went easier on them. However, whatever way either of these groups believed on
either side of this topic there is no way to deny that they were letting a man who relied on them
to do something was just walking all over them and hurting them gradually only to one day
replace them. What if I said that there is no need to imagine yourself as part of this staircase?
What if I told you that you were already part of this suffering, abused, and beaten stairway,
constantly being oppressed by a man with more power and ability than you? The first thing most
people might think when they hear these statements is a sense of complete denial. A sense that
they are not being used or tormented or depressed in any way that, they are in fact gaining
something of benefit, when they are realistically, tools for The man walking all over them.
This is not a story about how the people higher up on the stairway are better than those on the
bottom, this is a story of a man that will one day live to change the world with his criminal
disobedience and rebellion from this higher being. This is a story of how the bottom most stair,
the most beaten, and abused stair rises up against the powers that be, and slowly destroys them,
by leaving his life as a useless stepping stone for the rich and powerful, and becoming the man to
destroy them to usher in an era of peace for the other weak spineless stairs. It only takes one man
or woman to change the world in a positive or negative way. This is a tale of a drastic, but
effective change to the structure of our once great, but flawed United States of America.

Chapter One
We start this terrifically despicable story with a woman, by the name of Marie Maddox
struggling to make ends meet in the ghettos of Gwynns Falls, located in Baltimore, Maryland,
her home town, had recently been pronounced pregnant, the babys biological father had left
their home to avoid the childs birth, and the social and financial problems that would
accompany it. This was something that would affect Marie for years to come as she came to find
out that her runaway boyfriend was pronounced dead after a drug deal gone wrong in Baltimore.
A few months after this tragic but karmatic event, she was about to become a mother at the St.
Agnes Hospital in her home town. Marie knew exactly what she wanted to name her newborn
baby boy. His name was to be gentlemanly, but also sensible and easy to pronounce, when she
was asked what she was going to name him, she gently answered, His name will be Draven.
She named the boy after his great grandfather, a honorable and valorous World War II veteran
known for his many commendations and particularly dark sense of humor which caused his war
allies to begin calling him The Raven a very fitting name as he was a slender man with jet
black hair. Marie felt that if she named the boy after a wonderfully great man, that young Draven
would gain the traits of his courageous grandfather. After a few months of taking care of her son,
Marie began to feel intense depression, caused by either her constant drinking, stress over her
child, and the thought of the boy growing up with no father, no one to teach him valuable skills,
and most of all be there for the boy in his hard times. With the continued stress there became a
point where she could not take the stress and fear of her sons future anymore. The day after
Dravens fourth birthday, his mother dropped him off at preschool for the first and last time. The
last thing that she said to the boy was I love you baby, but mommy just cant take care of you

anymore without a daddy to help, maybe Ill see you when we are both up there in the sky. Take
care of yourself and work to be the best man that you can be and do the things that I never had
the money or the will to do. There are a lot of bad men and women in this world but you have to
stay strong, remember, Draven that wherever I am after today that I will always love you and
support you, with the help of gods great hand and she pushed him into the preschool, weeping
and sobbing, as she walked quickly to her car. The school day went by and the bell rung to let the
children know that it was time to go home. Draven waited and waited, and waited for hours on
end until he realized for the first time, that his mother was to never to return. The question,
however, that remained inside the childs mind was Why? and this question would remain for
the rest of the childs life. It took hours before someone finally saw him and tried calling his
mother, until eventually calling child protective services to take him to investigate his home and
grab his things to either find his mother or move to a foster home for orphaned children and
others put up for adoption. After a few months of surviving the adoption home, he was finally
adopted by a seemingly caring family and was excited to start his life anew in the world, which
at the age of 4 already resented being created.