I am advising you now. This story contains violent acts and language of a frank ugly and cruel nature. This story is made for the purpose of entertainment, and to talk to readers through a story about issues. All songs are owned by: "KoRn".

PAIN IS TEMPORARY

BY THE YOUNG AND FREE DRAGON

Now I see the times they change
Leaving doesn't seem so strange
I am hoping I can find
Where to leave my hurt behind
All the shit I seem to take
All alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can
Does this make me not a man?

-Alone I Break by KoRn


PROLOGUE: ALWAYS HURTS

Anger, inside
whats within, my brain...
Why, you hate me?
What have I done?
You tried to hit me

-Clown by KoRn

Oh, my head. It's throbbing again. And that means I blacked out. But that's not where the pain came from. No, the pain is all that's left after what they did to me. I just fainted half way through... I wasn't knocked out though. Which I hate, because that only helps to prove their point.


"Look at this little pussy, man!" He says.

His paw- balled in a fist- smashes into my gut and I feel my lunch rising, as I spit it out on the ground.

"Why don't you take steroids or something? Won't shrink any nads. You poor ass penguin. Not even born with your junk."

The other hits me again, this time across the face. My beak seems to crack and I feel warm blood leave my nose.

"Listen to his voice. He's a fuckin' girl!"

They laugh at me. The laughter tears into my skin and enter my blood stream. Traveling up my body and into my brain, tearing away at the last bits of sanity I have left.

Stop, Private. I tell myself. Hating is wrong. You know it is.

"Pay attention, dickless-!"


The memory fades away at that. I don't want to listen to it yelling at me. What am I suppose to do? I sit up out of the garbage, my vision is blurring and giving me strange images of the night and the alley I'm in. I stand up, coughing and limping as my guts hurt as I move. But then again they hurt whenever I lie still. It's just a different type of pain. I seem to be feeling a lot of those right now.

Pain one: The lying still pain. They bash their balled paws into my guts, into my face, my throat, my private areas, and it hurts while I lie there. A warm pain that seems to have an epicenter at where they struck me, and it spans outward like shattering glass.

Pain two: The moving pain. After the slap my face raw, and I feel a little better and am able to breathe without screaming in pain, I begin to scream as I move, the sore muscles and nerves shrieking as I force them to move.

Pain three: Maybe the worst one. The pain they give me mentally as they yell at me. I really question weather those things are true. I mean, what they say has a true basis. It hurts to except the truth but those old sayings seem to be right about that. The truth hurts. It's stranger than fiction. Well, maybe not strange... just ugly... like me...

But I can't change that, can I? But this isn't the issue right now. I've got to get back to the base and patch myself up. I'm running out of Kowalski's supplies... I wish Skipper had never sent me on this mission...


This story is giving you a look through someone who is being tortured. Therefore, he questions belief and he is insecure. We all know that none of things that are said are true, but you know, that's how it goes. I hope you've enjoyed and the first chapter will be posted soon.