Authors Notes:
This is the first part in the story written by me. Msot characters based on people I know.
Disclaimer: CHERUB basic details owned by Robert Muchamore and Hodder books. Characters and Plot by me.
A Prologue, the good stuff happens next chapter. This first bit is in first person but the other chapters will be 3rd.
Updated, got rid of spelling areas, screwed my chapter details up, so I fixed them up.
Prologue
What can I say? My life sucks. My name is Austin Mathew Smith. My Mother married a man known for his wealth. He was loaded. He spoilt my Mother, and she spoiled him back. My Mothers only regret about this marriage was when it drew to an end. When she became pregnant. My father was not the maternal sort. Infact, he was an arsehole. When my Mother told him that she was pregnant, my Father picked up his skirts and fled. My Mother was left with barely two dollars to rub together. She lived in a crumby rental in Summerset. She was alone and pregnant. The only ray of hope for her was her unborn child. Me. After I was born, she was desperate for a Father figure for me. She met one. I was only 3 years old when I met my new 'Father'. His name was John. And he really pissed me off. He abused my Mother and me. He was like a pet. The moment you let it in, it won't go away. When I was 5, my Mother told me John she was pregnant. John freaked. I was at school when it happened. My Mother didn't want it to happen again. She shot John in the head. And then she gave herself a bullet to match John's. The baby inside my Mother died shortly afterwards. When I came back, I saw their dead bodies, and ran away.
It didn't take long for the police to catch me. Seeing as I ran they put me under guard and talked about charging me with murder, even at my tender age of 5. Eventually evidence proved from the position the gun landed, and her fingerprints on it, that my Mother killed John and then committed suicide. I was taken away to a children's home. I didn't care for John. But I knew my mother would be back, some day, somehow, she would come back to me, one day . . .
My Mother never came for me. I confronted the sad truth after 2 years of abandonment. Searching desperately for a path, away from the misery, I met a 10 year old at school. He wasn't strong, but the group of 12 and 13 year olds made the younger kids scared. They preyed on younger kids for a living. They needed someone to pick out good targets. Desperate for friends, I took the job. Many people received bloodied noses, concussions and the occasional fractured wrist due to my handy work. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed watching them suffer. I enjoyed watching them cry. I was not strong myself, though it doesn't take a strong guy to beat up a kid a couple years younger while he's on the ground crying with a bunch of people 5 years older who would assist if it was needed. Eventually, I was adopted.
It was a nice family. The Adams had another son, a few years older than me. His name was Connor. He was a nice guy. The family was nice. I abandoned my bulling for a good home. I made friends and school. Until my 11 birthday, everyone went well…
Me and Connor were at school. When we came home, a huge gaping hole of burnt house surrounded our kitchen. Our house was stained black, and barely stood. A couple pieces of the wooden house remained smouldering as we approached. It was like a wasteland. My parents' bodies were never found. Once again, I was sent to another Children's home with Connor.
I became my old self. Being older and stronger, I was the bully. People were scared, I was ecstatic. Watching people suffer under my fist, it was amazing. Watching them bruise, and scar, made me happy. Happier than I had been in a long time. Me and my gang were a force to be reckoned with. My brother didn't approve. Connor was repulsed by me. We never spoke, we never made eye-contact, and we ignored each other in school. Eventually my crimes caught my with me. I ended up in the home's manager. In her office, I found myself drugged.
Weary, I woke up to find myself at CHERUB campus. I was pretty intimidated. By the end of the day, I swore to myself, if I ever heard the phrase "can't talk to orange" again. I would murder someone. There, I passed the CHERUB tests and found out that my roommate Cameron was a CHERUB agent. He organised for me to be drugged and taken here. Without a thought against it, I joined CHERUB. My brother was told I died tragically when I was run over by a car. I changed my name to Mathew Adams. I took Basic Training as training comes to an end, the true tale begins . . .
A/N
Basic Training Comes to an End as Matt has to navigate his way through Indonesia islands.
Keep a look out for the next chapter,
Chapter 1: Indonesia
