Hey it's john here, just adding an AN before the story begins to give an update. This is the first chapter of the rebirth of Cam and his adventures/misadventures. I would also like to say that if updates are inconsistent, i'm either doing a project/paper for school, on vacation, or being lazy. 2 more things though, unlike most authors, i am up for character ideas, or ideas on what you guys want, and the last thing... this is going to have lemons, not the first chapter but future chapters will. CHAPTER 1 ACTIVATE! (also my beginnings suck) (also italics means thought or sarcasm, context)

It was around 11:00 when I heard the jingling of keys, and the sound of hiccuping. This could only one thing, my mom was drunk... again. When she finally found the motor skills to put the key in the lock, turn it, and unlock the door, she stumbled in and nearly fell over, but caught herself on the kitchen counter. I got up from the couch from where I was watching t.v. and walked over to her.

"Wha...? Who are you? i'll call the cops!..."

I sighed "Kaelyn it's your son..." no response " y'know your son, Cameron?" still, she was completely silent. I waved my hand in front of her face, then my suspicions were confirmed when she let out a snore. "Perfect... juuuust peachy." Then the next fun 15 minutes of my life were spent dragging my mother up stairs into her bedroom, getting vomited on 3 times, and undressing and redressing my mom... the horrors I've seen cannot be unseen.

After changing from my vomit covered clothes and into my pajamas(if you can call a tee shirt and shorts pajamas), i went back down stairs to watch some more t.v.

It was around 11 when I finally decide to go to bed. I went upstairs and collapsed into my bed, i was dead tired from my day. I had my dad's memorial,just thinking about his grave, it always brought me back to the day he died.

One year earlier...

"... and some final announcements, Pokemon tournament practice is cancelled today, have a great day." the intercom shut off and the bell rang. I was finally out of school, it had felt like today would never end.

one of my friends walked up to me "Hey dude, what are your plans for the weekend?" he asked

"I already told you I'm not doing any thing, I'm still grounded from when my stupid dad caught me sneaking out to your last party." I replied. My friend had a party last week and I wanted to go, but dad had to be the fun police a not let me go, saying, and I quote "I don't want you going to any whore infested crack parties." It was insane whoever wasn't going to that party... well every one was! so I tried to sneak out and was caught and grounded for three weeks, THREE FUCKING WEEKS!

"Well you're gonna miss out on another one of my famous parties... well sucks for you."

"Yeah don't rub it in my face at all, that would be terrible!" I said in a sarcastic tone.

It was a couple minutes later, my friend went home and I was walking home. when I turned the corner, i Noticed something odd, Our front door was open. That's weird, my dad doesn't get home usually till around six, and it's only four... weird.when i walked int the house i was not prepared for what I saw. My dad was lying on the floor face first in a pool of his own blood. his shirt, which used to be white, was now a dark maroon color around the middle of his back. I looked around the living room and saw what had happened, we were robbed... scratch that in the process of being robbed, i could hear voices coming from up stairs and a lot of shuffling.

I ran over to my dad and felt for a pulse... ... ... thump. Thank arceus, he's still alive. Knowing the fact that my dad was still alive sent two emotions into my head. A bit of relief, a metric ton of anger. I pulled out my phone and called 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" the operator asked

"57 Arc street outside district of Black City, I'm going to need three ambulances." My voice was firm, no emotion at all.

"okay sir the officers, and ambulances are being deployed as we speak." the operator hung up.

I. Was. Enraged. I could still hear the shuffling upstairs. It was time for pay back. I pulled out my MP3 player and I walked up the stairs with the MP3 player in my hand. as I entered the room the two guys noticed me.

"Hey johnny look at this little shit."ugly #1 said

"yeah jack, fucking pathetic." who I assumed to be johnny said.

"Hey kid beat it I don' want to break a sweat killing you" jack said

I could barely Speak the words I did though the anger in my voice "I am going to give you on chance to feel remorse an apologize, and maybe I'll I won't kill you."

"ha.. you kill us, damn you're a good comedian, but i ain't lookin' for a laugh, c'mon johnny let's get him"

As they started to approach me and I said nothing, I gave them their chance, now they were going to pay for what happened to my father.

Fight scene start

I turned on my MP3 player and a, song started Execute by Excision...perfect(look up the song and you'll know why I picked it).

Jack moved first, and I seemed to know where he was going to punch. I dodged it, and once the beat dropped, I grabbed.

With the timing of the music I pulled him forward, raised up my elbow and slammed it down into his turned one, reversing the bend in a chilling snap.

I let go of his arm and he fell back in pain and i jumped on top of him and let out a flurry of punches quicker than the eye could comprehend.

His buddy pulled me off of him, and as he did that I jumped up and threw my legs back into his knees breaking them. he fell down.

Apparently jack hadn't learned his lesson, so he grabbed me with his good arm on the shoulder and I looked back at him, no felling in my eyes. just dead cold, controlled rage.

he backed off but before he could run I grabbed the back of his collar and threw him down on the floor cracking it

Fight scene end

I turned off my mp3 player and headed down stairs. I rushed up beside my dad and felt for a pulse.

... ... ... ... ...

...and there wasn't one

"no... NO DAD DON'T DIE! STAY WITH ME!" I started doing cpr and then checked for a pulse again.

... ... ... ... ...

"NO!... no..." I put my head on my dad's chest and felt the tears rolling down my face. I didn't realize the paramedics had arrived until they pulled me off of him.

They checked for a pulse and came to the same conclusion I did. he was dead.

When I saw the two fucksticks that had killed my dad, it took three police officers to keep me from killing both of them...

The next month included his wake and funeral. My grades slowly dropped from B's to F's and i started finding was to ease depression. drugs. any thing from weed to heroin. My mother started going to bars more often and staying out later. most of the time coming home drunk.

One day while in the bath room I looked at myself and saw someone who wasn't me, and I started to quit drugs, and fix my grades

The present...

after reliving that I decided nothing was better than sleep. And I pulled the covers over myself and went to sleep.

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

I woke up for some unknown reason. I looked at my alarm clock, it read 2:00 AM. I was just About to go back to sleep when I heard a bump and something shatter downstairs.

"what the hell" I said to myself. Then I heard another crash. I shuffled over to my moms room and checked her. She was still in bed.

"why do burglars always have to break in at un-arceusly hours of of the night." I murmured to my self while I picked up my bat and MP3 player "why can't they be nice and break in at 10 everybody's up by then. But noooo they have to dis-respectively enter my house at freakin 2 in the morning... WHY ME!."

I walked down the rest of my stairs and saw the guy. He was kinda short and pretty scrawny. "hey, mc-doucherson over there." I said to the guy

"huh..." He questioned as he turned around "Who da'fuck are you"

"I am the 'man' of this house and I would like to politely ask you to leave before I... how you say... 'beat your face in'... is that agreeable?"I asked politely

"fat chance asshat, now run along before my hand slips and my knife 'falls' into your chest" He said as he turned back around an started looking through our stuff again.

"fine your choice" I said. the next five seconds consisted me of hitting him really hard on the back of his head, him falling to the ground unconscious, and me calling the police.

5 minutes later...

I flumped down into my bed and started the most awesome act of anything that anyone ever could do. SLEEP.

Hey it's me again just wanted to ask what you thought of this and to apologize for this chapter coming out so late. The week I had set aside for it was the week of finals, and by the time I had already finished them, my brain was absolutely frazzeled. one more thing I am going to be working on a new chapter immediately but it probably won't come out for a while because i'm going to the grand canyon for summer vacation and I might also be starting a collab fanfic with one of my friends, who dafuq knows wats gonna happen. any way this is john. Signing off