I'm back, guys! I have two new stories rolling out, oone here, and the other on fictionpress, so go check it out. The other one will explain why I haven't been writing much, so go read it please. Anyways, this will be the first in a series, I plan to do the entire eight seasons, and boy do I have plans. You will all either like me or hate me at the end, but whatever it is, keep reading my stuff. I can always rely on fanfiction being here when I need the community. Thanks again pheonixgirl. This is dedicated to you.
A New Destiny:
By Michael Storm
Prologue: A Typical Day
I woke up to the smell of booze. Not again I thought. My dad had been drinking again. Probably thinking of a way to abuse me as well. I sighed and got up to get ready for school.
"BOY!" That was my father. "Get down here and clean this shit up!"
I groaned, accidentally stretching the bruised muscles from yesterday. He had beaten me for getting home thirty minutes late, because I was being beaten by the bullies. He didn't even want to hear it. Instead, he just beat me down for the same amount of time I was late. I went into the bathoom, and put the flesh-colored makeup over my bruises, then check to see if any was visible. When I was satisfied, I went downstairs, and started the daily routine. I knew what to do by now. I cleaned up the broken glass, picked up the half-empty bottles, and put them away. Then, I cleaned the rug, wiping the sweat off my forehead, and pushing my blond hair out of the way of my eyes. I need to get it cut, I thought to myself.
After I was done, I made eggs, bacon, and pancakes, set the table, and as my father ate, I went to go wake up my mother and little sister.
I went innto the room, woke her up and let her know breakfast was ready. When I heard the shower going, I left to go wake up my sister.
"Annie" I said, as I went into her room. "Annie, it's time to get up." She groaned, and lifted her head. She had just turned thirteen, last month, and was already acting like a teenager.
"Michael, it's too early," she replied, groaning again.
"It's seven-thirty, if you don't get up, you're going to be late," I told her.
"Ugh, fine," she said, getting up.
"By the way, I made pancakes," I said, as I left the room.
I went back to my bathroom, to check on the makeup, not wanting to get pulled aside in school again. I saw that my blue eyes were dull, and that my face looked haggard. All in all, it looked like a typical day for me.I was muscular, and tall, but I knew better than to fight back against my father or the school bullies. I was always the one to get into trouble.
I finished the touchups, then took my backpack, and put it on. I wouldn't have time to eat. Again.
I went downstairs, and noticed that everyone had left. I picked up the dishes, and put them in the dishwasher, then left the house.
I walked into first period, just as the bell rang. I chose my seat, sat down, and took out my notebook, ignoring the kids and their talking. I mostly kept to myself, knowing that if I didn't, I would get hurt. The teacher walked in, and started the class, and I started taking notes.
About halfway through the class, I started feeling dizzy. I raised my hand, to be called on.
"Yes, Mr. Storm?" the teacher asked.
"May I be excused?" I asked, still feeling dizzy.
"No, of course not. This is an important lesson," she began.
Just then, the world tilted, and my head hit the floor.
I woke up in the nurse's office, with a stranger in the room.
"Where's the nurse?" I asked.
"She is waiting outside," the stranger said calmly. "I need to ask you a few questions."
"Ummm, okay..." I trailed off, wondering where this was going.
"How long have you had those scars, and how did you get those bruises?" she asked.
I sat there in shock. Only then, did I notice that someone washed the makeup off of my arms. "Shit," I muttered. This is not going to end well.
"I'm waiting for an answer," she told me patiently.
"The kids here beat me after school, for being gay," I told her, half lying.
"What are their names?" she asked, no emotion on her face.
I told her, and the next thing I knew, fifteen teens were escorted out of the school, in handcuffs.
I stood near the nurse's window, looking down on the kids being loaded into the cop cars. The social worker had left with the last kid. I sighed in relief, knowing that they would leave me alone now. All I needed to do now was go back home, and deal with my fathe, again. I picked up my backpack, and looked inside to see if I still had all my movies. I had Red vs Blue, Charmed, Starr Wars, and Harry Potter. I also had a few books that were special to me, since I couldn't trust my father to destroy them. I went to Annie's school so I coud pick her up, like I did everyday.
She was waiting for me outside in the driveup. I went over to her, and she ran up to me, giving me a hug.
"How was your day?" I asked her.
"It was good," she answered. I picked up her bag, and slung it over my shoulders. We walked off, and I listened to her talk about what she learned, and about her classmates. I nodded my head each time, and smiled at the right times, acting like I wasn't scared to go home.
When we got home, our mom wasn't there, but our father was. I sent Annie up to her room.
"Boy, why were the cops called at school today?" he asked me. I was treading onn dangerous ground here, and I knew it.
"A social worker was called when I passed out in class, and the nurse fouund bruises on my arms," I answered.
"Did you tell them about me?" he asked calmly.
"No Sir," I replied.
"You're lying," he snarled. The next thing I saw was his fist coming to hit me. I ducked, and tried to fight back, but he punched me in the gut, and started beating me to a pulp. I was slowly blacking out. My last thought before I was gone, was if Annie would be okay. Then the darkness took me.