Alright, so this is one of those fan fictions you work really hard at first on and then in the middle of it I scrolled back up like 'what the fack did I just type?' I'm a noob on fanfiction, and my other work is...modest at best, but I enjoyed writing the chapters I have of this so far, so ya...hope you enjoy
Why was he screaming? Equius didn't do anything. He didn't mean to do anything at least. This was his new family, why would he do something to the innocent little baby who was screaming for mercy in his lap. The once stern but kind father ripped his actual child out of Equius's arms, and shoved the young boy into the frantic mother's hands. Equius blinked up at his family, and would never forget the look on his new mother's face. She was scared of him, terrified even. And his new father was even worse. He was shooting daggers at the small child with his narrow almost red eyes.
With the baby safely in the arms of its mother, being calmed with, as Equ would call, a 'shush-pap'. He was only barely over six, but his new father picked him up by his collar and dragged him up the marble stairs. He was too shocked to resist, and stumbled beneath his new father's feet to keep his head above this suffocating fabric. With a shove, his father sent him into his new room and slammed the too white door.
Equius watched the man disappear, and looked down at his hands. What had happened? He didn't mean to hurt it, which would be horrible. He hadn't been treated that way by anyone, and he hadn't ever done to anyone what he accidently did to his new family's baby. They were so kind to him, and this is how he treated them? Was he that horrible of a person?
He sat on his dark blue carpet that was boxed in by, only a slightly lighter shade of blue, walls. He missed his original family, his beautiful mother and genius father. He crawled over to his small suitcase that was only a slighter darker shade of blue than the carpet. He unzipped the black zipper and retrieved the small picture he had that was framed in a dark green frame. He looked at the happy smiles of a woman with long wavy blonde hair, and the man with black hair that was cut just before it reached his shoulders. Above his mother's smile were the dark blue eyes that he now looked at them with, and he had his father's hair. Everyone always said he looked so much like his father, except for his eyes. Though, he was grateful for them. They were something to always remind him of his mother.
In her arms lay him, wrapped in a light blue blanket as a crying pale baby, so pale he looked almost grey, just like his father, just like he was now. In the small baby's hands was a little mechanical horse that Equius now withdrew from the bag. His dad used to be a toy maker, and loved bright colors and children. He was the perfect dad, but he always wished he didn't decide to go on that vacation with his mother. Equius felt tears in his eyes, and he brushed them away quickly. He looked around, hoping no one would see, but obviously no one was in the room with him. He was just a sad little orphan who was all alone in the world, locked away so no one would have to suffer at his hands once more.
Equius turned his attention back to his horse, needing a distraction from his tormented thoughts. He wound up the small toy, and let it play across his hands, and when the strange neigh-filled melody started, he started bouncing a little. He always used to play cowboy in the orphanage, and let his small horse play the music as it trotted beside him. It had notes that sounded like they should be played on a trumpet or a piano, and mixing it with the neighing and the cantering, it was the perfect song for any horseman. Though he never did like the end of it, it always seemed so sad instead of adventurous and hopeful like his father probably intended.
He actually smiled for a little, and relaxed back against his bed listening to the familiar cowboy music. It was true that blue was his favorite color, but this whole room just screamed a ridiculous amount of it. Dark blue bed, dark blue carpet, blue walls, dark blue furniture, dark blue curtains, dark blue suitcase. It seemed like he was submerged in the ocean, especially with the lights off like they were now. He had to admit to himself that it was a very nice house, and he was lucky to be here, but there was just too high of a chance of hurting the small crying baby below his feet in the rooms below him. Equ sighed and closed his eyes, melting into the darkness and the blue that enclosed him.
Equ opened his eyes, and wished he could close his ears to the shrill crying of his little brother, who probably fell down the stairs and obtained his entire leg being bruised. He got up and looked to his left at his room that was sprinkled with any miscellaneous trinket or machinery thinkable. On his latest invention, a robot that could only spark and shake, his thick black glasses rested. He liked keeping his eyes tucked away, they were his gift and no one was ever going to take that from him.
He was now twelve years old, and even more quiet and reproachable than he was at 6, if that were even possible. He changed out of his sweaty pajamas and into his usual black suit. He hated sleeping in his room, or even in his bed. It was just too stuffy for him, and he sweated too easily. It was better for him not to sleep usually than to wake up in a wet mess on his bed. Keeping the shadows that were permanently under his eye lids hidden was just another perk of his dark glasses.
He exited his continuously dark room cautiously, winding through the mess off machinery, and he stroked the small horse that lay on his messy black desk beside his computer. He glanced at his computer and just sighed, no one was pestering him like usual. He shut the door behind him on the way out and headed down the stairs. Or at least he tried to. He tripped over a rope or something and crashed down the stairs. He heard laughter and looked up to see his little brother laughing at him in front of him at the base of the stairs where he ended up, and he looked behind him to see his friend doing the same at the top of the stairs. His friend though had a long white rope, and was about to fall over from his chortling. Equius calmly got up, and walked back up the stairs to grip the kid's shirt. He brought the little monster's face up against his, and he glared furiously at him through his thick glasses.
The kid squirmed a little before smiling. "What are you going to do? I'll just tell your new mommy on you and you have to go back to your room like the ungrateful child you are." This was certainly surprising for a 6 year old, and Equius paused. In that short pause though, the kid wriggled out of his grip and bolted down the stairs. Equius's little brother followed in suit, and they rushed off together.
"Don't let that get you down sweetie", chimed in a sweet voice and Equius turned to see his Mom beside him, about to head down the stairs. He rushed to help her, as gently as he could, but he already saw the bruise forming on her elbow. He retreated and bowed his head apologetically, but she just smiled and stroked his sharp cheek bones. "It's alright. I know you can't help it. Just like me and your little brother can't help being this way. It's this dreaded disease."
It was true, it wasn't his fault. He had thought it was his fault the first year he was in their home, but then his mother finally convinced his father to tell him. His mother, his little brother, and his uncle all had the gene that carried Von Willebrand disease. If he even touched them, their skin would bruise. That's why he was brought into this family. He was bought like a slave to protect his little brother from anything that might harm him. It wasn't too tough of a job, but it bothered him that his little brother, his friends, and his father took advantage of him. He just quietly let things like that pass, and reveled in his mother's actual love, even if she was a little wary of him.
He walked through the large, marble, cream room and into the bright yellow kitchen where two cooks noticed him and readied his breakfast. He sat on the wide dining table next to his mother who was across from his father. His father looked up from his large crippled newspaper, and sent a glance from his mother's arm to Equius. He narrowed his eyes, but his fat lips turned up in a grin. "I see you bruised her again. What a ruffian we have welcomed into our house."
Equius visibly cringed, and his mother sent a pity glance his way. He covered his head with his hand, and was grateful when the food was served. It was just the way he liked it. Lots of bacon and eggs, with hot sauce dribbled across both and a large bowl of cereal, smothered in mostly milk. Beside it stood a tall glass of milk, which he immediately downed, looking sideways, away from his father underneath his glasses. When he finished he set it down, rubbed the excess from his lips, and started digging into his bacon.
His brother and his friend eventually came in, and the evil little boy slapped the back of his head as he was eating his cereal. His head slammed into the bowl, and he looked up with milk drenching his face. His father and brother laughed, and his mother rushed to get a napkin. He saw his brother high five his friend, and his dad took a picture with his iPhone.
"You look like an angry cat after it had its sloppy dinner!" he exclaimed, and Equius thought it was anything but funny. His mother brought back the towel, and he washed his face with it before throwing it on the table and getting up. He rushed up stairs and away from everyone, back to the quiet sanctuary of his room. There were other rooms down the hallway, but he didn't even remember what they looked like. He'd only been in the other rooms when he had to do chores or get his brother, but never to hang out with his parents or brother. His room is where he lived, and he liked it that way.
He cleaned his face the rest of the way, and threw the towel amongst the many others that were part of the litter strewed across his floor. He lay back on top of his bed, and must have fallen back to sleep because the next thing he remembered was his Dad pushing him off, and dragging him towards the door. His father threw him roughly, and came after him. Equius got up quickly and backed up outside and into the hallway. His father passed him and bounced his fat body down the stairs. Equius didn't even blink, and followed in pursuit.
His father, little brother, and mother were all waiting to go by the time he reached them. His little brother rolled his eyes and sprinted out of the house and towards the waiting limo. Equius didn't need a jacket, because summers were always too warm where he lived. He followed his parents out, and opened the limo door for all of them. He filed in after them, and rested his head back against the comfortable black leather seats. His little brother talked to his parents about his friends, and coming birthdays, but Equius could care less.
He didn't know where they were going until his mother piqued in about how excited she was to be going to this play. He deduced that that's where they were going by his father's comments before losing track of the conversation. He spent the ride looking out at the sunset streets they passed, and grumbled a little. He hated how the hot sun set and reflected off his black glasses like a mirror. He couldn't see the colors through his thick glasses, but they still annoyed him. The only color he liked was the color that swam around the afternoon sun, but that color had faded and had been replaced by the ugly orange and purple colors.
Finally, with a jolt, Equius realized that they had stopped. He looked up to see his family looking at him expectantly, and he jolted up quickly. He opened the limo door and held it for them as they exited. They headed into a ritzy looking opera house, and Equius couldn't help but look away from the red and bright green that entrapped him as he followed his family. They found their seats quickly, and the play began almost instantaneously.
He didn't really pay attention to it, but it disgusted him. All it was were blindingly bright colors moving at an alarming pace in circles around the stage. There was also singing, which he didn't pay attention to. He did however pay attention to the animals they brought onto the stage. There was a large white horse, and several chickens, as well as a braying donkey. He stared at the animals in excitement, and actually paid attention to the words sung by the dressed up woman in center stage. All too quickly, their part was over, and the play's curtains closed.
He stepped out of the isle and let his family file out. They were chatting excitedly about the play, and Equius just followed them solemnly. "What was your favorite part Honey?" His mother surprised him with the question, and he felt himself perspire as he fidgeted in place.
"Mine was the err Ho-"he stopped as someone gave him a hard shove from behind. He glared at the person, but it was too late. His family was laughing at something else as they kept moving towards the exit. Equius hurried to catch up with them, and waited with them at the front for their limo to get there. Soon though, as the opera house became deserted, they started to panic. It was dark, and no street lamps were lit. Even the employees of the opera house had vanished, and they were left alone on the deserted street.
"We can just walk home. It's not that far, and it's a summer afternoon." Equius offered, looking over his worried family. His father fixed him with a glare.
"Walk home in this neighborhood? It might be suitable for ruffians like you, but not for us actually respectable people." He growled out, and retrieved his iPhone from his front pocket.
"Well we're pretty suited to it, why don't you just come with us so no one will see what'll go down" a strange voice from behind his little brother said. Everyone looked at him to see a tall man in a bright and colorful hoodie holding a gun to his little brother's head. Equius looked around to see four others close around them. His father gulped, and they were forced to a nearby alleyway.
If Equius thought it was dark before, he was wrong. The alleyway had rafters and tall brick walls that blocked out the minuscule moon light, and inky blackness seemed to surround them. All was dark except the vibrant colors in which the gang members were wearing. Of course his mother was decked out in a ritzy red dress, and his father a bright blue shirt and tie, but their colors looked dull against the vibrant oranges and teals the gang members used to stand out in the darkness. Equius stepped closer to the man in bright green that was holding a gun to his little brother's head. He could already see a bruise forming on his thin haired scalp, and it made Equius infuriated.
Once submerged in the ink of the alley, the man took the gun from his brother's head and aimed it at his dad. His dad retracted his wallet, but before he could take out the money, Equius was on the move. He had noticed earlier that this man was the only one with a hand gun, and the rest merely had bats and chains. If they ran fast enough, and with Equius holding the members back, they could probably escape. In one swift movement, he launched at the man with a gun, and pushed his wrist upwards, causing the gun to be out of harm's way. He then turned and forced all of his 12 year old weight into one jab, and securely slammed his elbow into the man's rib.
Blood dripped down above him, and he heard footsteps of people running almost immediately. He looked up, expecting his family to be on their way to safety as the gang members closed in on him, but he didn't realize his one fatal mistake. They were just staring at him, shocked, like incompetent buffoons. They didn't know that they should high-tail it out of there, because they don't know what to do in this circumstance. Their entire life has been away from these horrible creatures that dared to call themselves people, and when they do what's in their nature, people with actual lives and morals are struck clueless.
All these things raced through his mind at once before a metal bat slammed into his stomach. He doubled over and retched, feeling blood pool on his lips. He tried to wipe it away, but his arm was torn back and he was forced to stand up straight. He grunted as he felt his arms slip out of their sockets, and looked up through his shades as a shot rang out. He tried desperately to break the holds that held him, but he was useless as another shot rang out, and ragged wails filled the air. "Sam, get the money and let's get out of here. I don't think I can sleep at night knowing I killed two kids." Shouted someone to his left, and a fist collided with his mouth, breaking his teeth. He felt warm blood pool up behind his lips, and he was breathing hard to try to retain some consciousness.
Before he knew it, he was thrown on the ground. Several kicks collided with his stomach and nose, but it was like the pain was a distant storm cloud, and he felt above it all. The pain eventually stopped, and the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was a new cloud. It was black, but it was settling instead of angry and tormented. It settled over him, and under its darkness, he fell asleep.