Ok, I know I haven't really done any great writing lately, but Im optimistic about this one! I got part of the idea from a book I read so I suppose part of the plot is not really mine. Ah well. If you like this just send me a little notice one way or another so I don't get sad! And always remember to enjoy!
Me no own Maximum Ride so don't even ask.
The young boy sniffled. His small arms wrapped around his frail body, long piano fingers tightly clenching his shoulders. Shivers wracked the boy's tiny frame, causing him to tremble like a leaf in a storm. Ice had already frozen the tips of the six year olds raven hair. Snot ran down the poor boys face despite all efforts in wiping it away with a freezing arm. Tears pricked at the sides of the boys eyes but he refused to let them fall, fearing that the frigid cold would freeze any rouge tears to his numb cheeks.
In the year he has lived with the man, the boy had been sent to the freezer seven times. All seven times he thought he was going to die.
The boy let out a shaky breath, the air turning white from the cold. How long had he been locked up in here? This particular freezer was generally used for vegetables. Bags of frozen greens were stacked up all around him. He blinked, only for the ice on his eyelids to stick to his numb face. Whining, he unwrapped his arms from his body and quickly wiped his eyes. The icy hairs finally let him reopen his eyes. He opened his eyes wide, showing off his dark irises, before letting his eye lids droop.
A large yawn took over the boy's body, revealing that a couple of his teeth were missing. When he had lost that first baby tooth he had been so excited, asking the man if the tooth fairy would come.
"There is no such thing as the Tooth Fairy, you fool! Do you also believe in Santy Clause? No one would want to give anything to someone as worthless as you!"
Now, at the age of 17, Fang wondered how he had ever believed in anything so happy. He grabbed the dirty blankets and pulled them off his naked form. Behind him the man shifted, a large arm moving to wrap around his naked waist. Freezing, Fang didn't dare move a muscle, not even to breathe. He couldn't keep a grimace off his face as fat fingers felt all around his body before the arm retreated back to its original owner.
Taking the opening, Fang silently crept off the bed. He padded over to the bedroom door in his bare feet, not bothering to look back at the naked man lying face up on the bed. Quietly, he slipped into his room and put on the first clothes he could find. The black t-shirt with a purple skull was almost completely hidden by the black zip up hoody he put on over it. His dark blue boot cut jeans were much too big and he was forced to put on a studded belt. He added some dark red chains to the pants pockets for extra effect.
Fang let his eyes wander around the room. His gaze landed on the bed that was shoved into the corner of the room. He did not understand why he had a bed at all. The man never let him use it, preferring that he slept in bed with him every night. Not only was that awkward in itself, but the man had particular…preferences. If you could put it that way. The pain from the horrible act never really went away, but after the first initial times he had learned to stop screaming. The man didn't like those noises. He liked to think he was pleasured by the acts, that he actually liked it. It hadn't taken him long to learn.
Forcing the dreadful memories to the deepest crevasses of his mind, Fang thought of the multiple things he wished to do today. First things first.
Food.
Spinning on his heel, he sauntered out of his room. Walking into the kitchen, he hummed a random tune to himself. The kitchen looked exactly how you would imagine a cheap, two bedroom apartment's kitchen to look like. The jet black stove had dozens of rust stains all over its surface, the counter tops were actually pretty nice; clean but a little warn down, the old sink made creaking noises whenever it was turned on.
Fang opened the up the white fridge at took a quick peek inside.
Hey, the man went shopping!
Suddenly very excited, he started to rummage through all the food that was stocked up in the fridge. Shoving aside the milk and eggs, he looked around for the cinnamon rolls that he knew the man got every time he brought back food. Finally finding his favorite breakfast, he reached out to grab it but stopped when something caught his eye. Pulling his head out of the fridge, Fang started at the glorious, amazing piece of beauty that sat on the table.
A large vanilla cake with hunks of chocolate frosting.
"Well, don't mind if I do."
Strutting over to the scrumptious looking dessert, he grabbed a knife out of the knife rack and, unable to restrain himself, he popped off the plastic cover and cut a large, triangular piece out of the cake. Squirming in unrestrained excitement, he chucked the knife into the sink and quickly plopped the slice onto a plate. Pleased with himself, Fang scurried into the living room and sank down on the light purple couch. Shoving his hand in between the cushions, he began fishing for the remote.
Find his lost comrade, he pressed the play button and watched as the small TV screen flickered to life just in time for him to hear a loud creak come from the other room.
Oh great, Boogies up.
Fang remembered a time when he had a real name, a real family, real friends, and he was a real boy. He remembered that every Halloween his father would tell him the same old story, but, even so, it had the same effect on his every year.
"Have you been a good boy, son? Cause if you haven't then do you know what will happen?"
Every year he would say no.
"The Boogeyman will come. After you have collected all of your Halloween candy, and watched all of your scary movies, once you have curled up in bed, as snug as a bug, he will come. He will crawl out from under your bed, his dark beady eyes will search deep into your soul, his long, dead fingers will reach out for you and he will snatch you away, never to be seen again. Now, you don't want that to happen to you, now do you son?"
Once again he would say no.
Then, one Halloween night, after he had eaten his designated five pieces of candy and had curled up into his bed, the Boogeyman came. Of course, now he knew that the Boogeyman that his father had been talking about didn't exist, but the one that he had found was much too real.
Sighing softly to himself, he grabbed his slice of cake with bare hands and bit out a big chunk.
Even the center has chocolate frosting!
He had to say, he was very happy about his discovery. Shoving another mouthful of cake into his waiting mouth, Fang flicked his eyes up to the TV. This television only showed cartoons and baby shows, not that he cared. Having these things as the only form of TV entertainment for his whole life he simply never grew out of it. It was also nice that he had some way to learn, seeing as he wasn't allowed to go to school and there was no way Boogey was gonna teach him anything.
"Really? Cake for Breakfast? Can't you eat something healthy?" Boogey asked in his gruff smoker's voice as he walked into the room.
"I'll have a salad later."
The man scoffed, "Salads women's food. You need man food."
"I like salad." Fang responded, never taking his eyes off the TV which was showing a rerun of Blues Clues.
Boogey let out a soft grunt and dragged his large frame into the kitchen, most likely to make a cup of coffee and make his own breakfast. Forcing the last of the cake into his mouth, Fang dusted crumbs off his hands and stood. Padding into the kitchen, he turned on the creaky old sink and washed off his plate. After scrubbing the plate thoroughly, he dried it off and put it back in the cabinet.
"Boy!" The man's voice barked right next to his ear.
Jumping about a foot in the air, and after letting out a rather unmanly squeal, Fang spun around and let his gaze drop to the ground, too afraid to look the man in the eyes.
"Yes, sir?"
"Look me in the eye when I'm speaking to you, Boy!" The man snapped.
Flinching, Fang forced his gaze off the floor and to meet with the man's hard, emotionless eyes.
"I'm going out today to meet with some Buddies. You're allowed to go out to town, but you gotta be back by curfew, understand?" The man asked.
"Yes, sir."
"You know what'll happen if you don't, don't you, boy?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good," Nodding his head in approval, the man grabbed his freshly made cup of coffee and his jacket. Shoving on his boots, the man opened the door only to stop at the threshold.
"Oh, and one more thing, don't make any plans tomorrow, I'll be bringing work back." With that, he was gone, leaving Fang with the feeling of dread.
Lord, he hated work.