Author's Note
Well I was watching X-Men evolution and I realized something. Pretty much all the characters have messed up past, but I didn't think that they were messed up in the interesting way. I mean some of them are but not to my liking. So here I go changing past making them sadder, funnier, somthingier. So yeah review and tell me 'bout your fav characters past or just your fav character and I will make one up. So anyways this is my Halloween present to you all. Luv ya. Well….. On with the show. WARNING THE FIRST ONE IS VERY SAD AND INCLUDES BAD LAUNGUE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bobby Drake's (Iceman) POV
It was never really my fault. It was always an accident, but they never believed me. They thought I did it on purpose so they would have something to clean up, but the thing is I can't remember a single time when they were the ones who cleaned it up. I was always my job to clean it up; it was always my job to hide the bruises, and it was always my job to make up the lies. It wasn't so bad though, at least not until the kids a school found out. They were always teasing me and calling me names. It was basically like I was Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer or something like that. My parents did nothing to stop it and nothing to comfort me. I was a disgrace to them, and when I got older the hitting only got worse. They would scream a little louder and they started to use whips and hot metal on my back. I still have scars from the terrible beatings, but I don't think it was the beatings that took the most out of me. It was the hiding. Having to go to school everyday and pretend nothing was wrong. Or having to her a song like "Alyssa Lies" or "Concrete Angle" without busting into tears. It was a very difficult time in my life, but it only got worse once I got my powers. The tears I would cry at night became frozen on my face, and instead of the normal wet bed I would wake up to, was more like a bed of frozen liquid. The secrets just kept piling up. It's not like anyone could relate to what I was going through, and I had no friends to talk to. I felt no joy in my life unless. Yes all that time I had spent on the ice. I remember wanting to become a hockey player for a long time. It was just the smooth feeling of the ice beneath my blades. I would take it slow and stay out long after dark. I never really got in trouble for that though. When I got back my parents were either A. not home yet, or B. passed out on the couch or in their room. I would run strait up to my room and every night I would say a little prayer. I would ask my Christian god if he would send me away or help me with the gift he bestrode upon me, the gift of ice. I had no clue what I was back then. All I knew is that I was meant to do great things for this world, but people were out to stop my destiny. I remember one morning, my parents were mad that I had wet my bed again. So mad in fact that my dad picked my up and through me agents the wall. He had broken a couple of my ribs already, but no that wasn't enough to satisfy him. He grabbed a chain out of a near by closet and started smacking me with it. The pain was very intense, but I did not cry out in pain or sorrow. I fought back the tears and stood my ground firm. It only provoked a greater evil inside of him. I was on the floor by now, bleeding from my head all the way to my feet. I knew those god damn neighbors could hear my parents yelling at me, but they chose to ignore it. I was getting madder, not to mention it was about this time that my mom joined in the hitting. She used one of her heavy mettle pans and was beating me over the head with it. Fortunately my powers had incased my head in ice, but the pan was chipping it away. I pushed my mom back. It was my turn to yell now as she bounced back on me I begged for mercy. I was shone none. I tried again I yelled, "No mommy don't do it again, don't do it again. I'll be a good boy. I'll be a good boy I promise. No mommy don't hit me. Ow. Why do you have to hit me like that mommy. Stop your hurting my. Ow Ow. Why do you have to be such a bitch." My words did nothing but put my life in more danger. If that was even fiscally possible. I can't remember much after that final beating, but I do remember Jean and Scott coming in. They said something, but I was fazing in and out of life. I blacked out after that. I woke up in a metical room I don't know how much later. An hour, a day, a month I'm not completely sure, but I am sure that I'll never forget that day. And I sure as hell won't forget that unbearable pain, and all the shit I had to go through growing up. The bed wetting finally stopped all together. After a couple weeks in the mansion that is. I can tell you with a strait face and smile that my life is at least ten times better then it was before and don't tell any of the guys back at the mansion, but I still cry when I hear "Alyssa Lies" and "Concrete Angel" especially. Well I need to jet now. I just thought that you would like to know the past behind the real Bobby Drake. See ya.
Author's Note
Well there ya have it. My first chapter in a series, but I'll only update once I get a review. Remember I need ideas for the next one so send me your in a review. PLZ!!!!!! If not the Pietro will sing the Sonic X theme song when you're trying to get to sleep. You have been warned. Well R&R. Luv ya guys. TTYL (talk to ya later).