Hey peoples I'm here with another story!! -has rocks thrown at him for not updating his other story- Hey! --;; Humph...anyways this is an X-Men story...-blinks- oh it's yaoi....so peoples who hate that stuff go away or I'll get to play shank... -is hit by his Yami- KUSO! Anyways this is a semi serious story...yes a new ground for me!! -people start to leave- Eep! Now on to the story!! -is scatterbrained right now currently- "bloop." This is talking 'hmm' this is thinking (buzz) this is telepathy.
!!!!!!!!!!WARNING!!!!!! Own Chara alert, Death, Blood and all that good stuff!
A person was walking down the street a teenager to be exact his brown eyes cast down to the ground as his black trench coat swept around him, as his boots hit the ground with each step as he walked faster and faster then stopped when he got to his destination. The boy then looked up as he arrived at a building, it was a slightly run down house with chipped bricks and scattered trash at the base of the grayish color of the house, the boy then looked at the door of the house, it was a slightly rusty handle and the door was made out of birch wood that was beginning to rot.
The boy wrinkled his nose in disgust as he forced open the door and was met with a horrible stench that smelled like decaying bodies even though the boy knew this was not the case. He then walked through the door and silently closed it as he took off his trench coat and threw it somewhere. (It landed on a chair) The boy then flicked a switch on as a dim light flooded the house making it look like a crappy horror movie house. He brushed his hands through his dark brown hair and untied the rubber band at the base of a pony tail making the hair cascade over his shoulders. He then adjusted his glasses and spotted something on the ugly brown couch stained with a little blood and throw up as he saw a balding man probably in his late 40's early 50's and particularly stared at a bottle of gin in the hand of his father or was that beer? The boy couldn't tell but was disgusted all the same.
He then walked quietly across the living room to a dirty bathroom as he stared in the cracked mirror examining his pale reflection and the scar on his cheek. Another mark from his so called 'friends' at high school. He then proceeded twisting the knobs of the faucet making water come out of the rusty faucet as he grabbed a dishrag and wet it as he brought it up to his face and started to wash off the caked blood on the scar wincing as he felt the contaminated water enter it. He then turned the water off after a while and grabbed another rag and dried his face off but then stopped suddenly as he heard movement which meant only one thing. His dad was awake.
The man looked at his son staring at the mirror as the rag he was holding dropped out of his hand as the boy turned around looking scared. The father then glared at the boy as he raised his hand making the teen flinch a little. "What are you doing here?! I thought I kicked you out on the streets you dirty rat!" His father said as he slapped the boy across the face hitting his scar thus making the boy wince, "Well you know what I said..." The man then paused as he grinned making the boy cower even more, "if you came back then I kill you...but did you heed my warning? NO! You disobeyed and came back....." The man the moved closer to the boy as the boy shuddered and made a slightly disgusted face at the smell of alcohol on his fathers breath, "You are just like your dirty mother! I see the likeness too...the dirty face cowering as I stand over you and hit you...making you bleed like the dirty rat you are!" The man yelled making the boy cower even more as tears started to come down his cheeks at the memories of his mother. "Now since you didn't heed my warning I guess you pay the punishment for disobeying me....now should I do this slowly or end it quick? Hmm.....slowly will do...and painfully....yes that's fitting for a dirty rat like you isn't it?" The man then sneered at the boy as he brought his hand down again slapping the boy across the face again but harder as the cut on his cheek opened up and started to bleed as the boy winced at the pain of the hit but he knew there was more to come and he was right as the man grabbed him by the neck and threw him across the room as the boy hit the wall his head knocking against it making the boy gasp as he held the back of his head and felt blood. He then got up as his knees buckled under the pain coursing through his body as his father came and hit him again then grabbed the boy's arms and twisted them till he heard a snap. The boy was screaming in pain as he yelled louder as his father punched the boy in his now broken arm the picked him up and threw him again making the boy hit the chair he put his trench coat on as the coat fell down on him.
The boy then choked as blood came out of his mouth and the world started to blur then finally darken as he fainted the last sound he heard was a scream from his father before he completely fell limp.
The man was screaming because as he approached the unconscious boy a pain coursed through his arm as he looked at it. Seeing a deep slash mark across his wrist as he stared as another appeared on the middle of his arm then his upper arm. And with each new cut that appeared the man screamed louder as blood splashed across the floor till finally he collapsed and hit the floor with a loud thump. Blood was pouring out from the numerous cuts on the mans body then a final cut appeared on the man's neck as if sliced with an invisible knife as the man stopped twitching then stopped moving at all.
The boy meanwhile was still unconscious as the cut on his cheek then slowly vanished before disappearing completely.
Well what do you think? Next chapter will be coming soon...I promise this time. Please R&R ok? Oh and flames will go toward making John a new lighter. Bye now!