The Story
~ Of ~
TEEK
Yes I know I'm terrible at making titles. Just hear me out. I know this first chapter is a bit boring, but it gets better. I swear on my stacks of comic books. (ask my friends that's like me swearing on the most precious thing on earth) I don't own anything except Teek, Will, Matt, and Bacon. Also I'm Batman obsessed, so this is a change of scenery for me, but I plan to add small cameos about the dark knight. Cause he's awesome. Enjoy!
-Laces
Cpt.1
"Come back! Don't leave! Come back!" I exclaimed, waking up from my terrible dream which was followed by sobs. I heard my brothers start to stur behind me.
"What's wrong Teek?" questioned my oldest brother, Willy, whose brown eyes glistened in the moon light.
"It happened again." I croaked in between sobs. My second oldest brother, Matt, came up next to me.
"Shhh… it's okay Teek. Just a dream." he whispered.
"But… but…" I squaked, still worked up. My last brother, Bacon, who was only three years older then me, heard my crying.
"Don't worry Teek. Chill. We're all here." he said smoothly. My brothers hugged me, and tried to calm me down a bit more. Willy was ten, Matt was nine, and Bacon was eight. I was the youngest at five years old.
"You okay now?" Willy questioned after about ten minutes. I sniffled a bit, but then nodded my head.
"Good." he smiled.
"Night Teek." smiled Bacon.
"yah, G'night." added Matt.
"Night." I smiled. I loved my brothers. If you wanted to be technical though, the only people in our group that were biologically related to each other were Willy and Matt. Their parents died, and they couldn't stand the thought of being separated in an orphanage, so they ran off. Bacon ran away from his abusive father when he was young. Well younger then he is now. His real name was Matt, but to lessen the confusion we called him by his favorit food. Bacon. (author's note: they were kids!) Then there was me. I was abandoned by my parents for reasons unknown. Well… come to think about it, my mother was the one who left me. I never saw my father. When I was about three, my mother dropped me in an ally way, and my mother drove away without one last look. That's when I met the boys and we've been living in ally ways ever since. We were getting sick of Gotham city street living though. Almost everywhere you turned somebody was getting mugged, or worse. We knew that one day we needed to change the scenery.
i know it's short. please review!
