Finn's Past
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Standard stuff goes here I suppose:
...........yada yada, I don't own Jackie Chan Adventures or any of the characters, blah blah, the fine print, *nod nod*, gives me all right to your soul. There, that should take care of everything ^.^
Comments (good or not-so-good) are always welcomed ^__^
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This was what, the millionth time that Finn and Ratso sat in a jail cell together?
Probably not, but it sure felt like it. Out of the Enforcers, they were 99% more likely to be caught than anyone else- and it was always for the stupid shit too- like last time, it was for picking up a hooker (for Hak Foo's birthday) that turned out to be an undercover cop. This time, it was for "disrupting the peace" at a baseball game. A _BASEBALL_ GAME for crying out loud! It's not like they were beating people up!- Ok, ok, they _did_ beat on that one dude that was in Finn's seat but still!
"Nice way to spend our day off, huh Finn?" commented Ratso as his head hung down over the edge of the top bunk. "Shut up." Finn muttered as he flipped over to his left side on the hard bed below.
"Umm, can I ask you somethin'?" Silence. "Finn?" Obviously the big goon didn't get the hint.
"What?" Finn replied- giving up after another long pause of silence. He's like a damn big kid, never leaving you alone.
"Umm, Finn...remember when we were stripped down and hosed off with that disinfectant?"
Such a strange question caused the red-haired man to flip over again and cock an eyebrow. "After we were brought in today?" "Uh-huh" "Yeah" he paused for a second with his brow still cocked "So?"
"Umm, by accident I, well saw a big scar on your hip. I just want to know where you got it from."
Finn frowned as he sat up- his face centimeters from Ratso's own. "No." Ratso's head disappeared as the top bunk began to make a squeaking noise. A moment later, Ratso leapt to the floor and sat next to Finn. "Pretty Please??" Finn rolled his eyes into the back of his skull and sighed. It's no use, he'll bug you until the cows come home. "Fine. But if you tell another soul, I'll murder you. Seriously. I'll murder you." "Uhh, okay Finn, I swear on my mother's life." "Well," Finn lowered his voice as he began from the start....
"You see, my mom and pop's parents came from Ireland.
Life was tough as hell for them because they were poor. That's why they came here.
Now fast forward some years.
My mom and pop meet at some farm party, she gets pregnant with me so pop _had_ to marry her.
I guess she never loved him though, 'cause when I was 5, she ran away with the washing machine repair guy. That sent pop over the edge. He took up drinking big time."
Ratso rubbed the bridge of his nose shifting the ' Breathe Right ' (c) that he always wore, while Finn closed his eyes and continued.
"The first 9 years of my life were alright. Pop was either working or passed out, so it was cool. I mostly raised myself. When I was about 9 and a half, he started to tell me that I "Look like that whore of a woman." That's also when the beatings began. I got whacked for the smallest stuff.
Not tucking my shirt in, not calling him "Sir", not fetching him a beer fast enough..I could go on and on.
Once when I was 11, he broke my nose 'cause he caught me dancing in my room.
Oh sure, he said he was sorry, and that it would never happen again.
That only lasted a week. Then it was back to the same 'ol same 'ol."
Ratso was starting to wish that he had never opened his big mouth , as he sensed the pain it brought his friend.
"One time I forgot to bring home a carton of milk, so he threw a hunting knife at my head.
Luckily he was too smashed to get a good aim.
When I was 15, I snuck a female friend from High School into my room. Pop came home early, busted open my door and caught us just sitting there, talking. He flew into a rage, she managed to escape with her life, but I got the shit beat outta me. He grabbed me by the hair pulling me down the stairs, and slammed me into the sofa. I was already bleeding from my nose and ear, but he wasn't happy with that. Noo! He had to whip off his belt- it was a thick ass leather one too, with one of those huge-" Finn made a gesture of something big with his hands "-metal buckles. He wrapped the belt around his fist and punched me in the chest as hard as he could, all the while screaming "Women are nothing but life wrecking whores!"
He managed to get 2 solid hits in before I kicked him in the jaw. It was the first time I lashed out, but he was killing me, man!" Tears began to roll down Finn's cool cheek as he went on. "I was bleeding, my shirt was torn and wet. I tried to scramble to my feet, but before I was able to fully stand I felt the buckle tare my jeans and flesh at the hip- where you saw the scar. I remember yelling out that I was dying, but it didn't seem to matter to him. I remember his fist coming down again, flecks of my blood flying as I caught it.
I don't know how, but I found the strength to force his hand into the cushion, then I poked him in the eyes and limped out the front door, never looking back." Ratso winced at each brutal detail.
"I managed to hitch a ride to the hospital where they asked questions of course, but I kept my trap shut.
It wasn't until a month later- mostly due to the fact that they had me doped up on morphine- that I found out the extensive damage. 3 broken ribs and a collar bone, a bruised lung, head trauma, and the gash on my hip that tore the meat from the bone. It took 6 months for everything to heal. The Docs kept on pressing with questions, but all I told them was that I was homeless and got into a gang fight. Finally I was able to leave, but where? I was about to turn 16, and sure as hell wasn't going to go back and let pop finish the job. I tried the homeless shelter thing for a while, but couldn't stand it. Always had to sleep with one eye open. I decided to '5- finger-discount' an outfit and started hanging around the different Disco Tech's until closing time. Soon I was able to move and pick-pocket with the best of 'em. All night donut shops turned into motels. I had chicks begging to follow me home, but I always came back alone. My mind was really fucked up- didn't lose my virginity until I was 23."
Ratso's eyes widened as his lips moved. Finn knew what he was about to say so he shot him a threatening blood shot look.
"Well, by the time I was 18, I had moved up to fencing big things. I became good enough that this dude with connections noticed me. He hooked me up with this "up and coming crime lord" that turned out to be Big V. Well, I had lunch with Big V, and he asked me to pull a couple bank heists. I'm was like "Yeah no prob, man." I did it with no trouble, and became an Enforcer with you guys. The rest is history."
Finn became quiet, wiping away the salty tears from his face. For the first time in a long while, he felt okay inside- like a humongous weight was lifted from him. Ratso put his massive hand on his lean built friend's shoulder. "So Finn, that means you've only been a non-virgin for 4 years?!"
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*Notes* Ok, so the one shot ends there. I was thinking of adding more to the ending, but it just wouldn't turn out right when I wrote it. Fret ye not! Chow does post bail and they get out. Sure, it's around 3am where any possible chance to have fun on their day off is flushed down the crapper, but what the hey! ^__^
I'm kinda maybe thinking of writing another one about Finn's 1st time.....but I don't know.
~~ 2002 by Gina chan~~
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Standard stuff goes here I suppose:
...........yada yada, I don't own Jackie Chan Adventures or any of the characters, blah blah, the fine print, *nod nod*, gives me all right to your soul. There, that should take care of everything ^.^
Comments (good or not-so-good) are always welcomed ^__^
____________________________________________________________________________ ______
This was what, the millionth time that Finn and Ratso sat in a jail cell together?
Probably not, but it sure felt like it. Out of the Enforcers, they were 99% more likely to be caught than anyone else- and it was always for the stupid shit too- like last time, it was for picking up a hooker (for Hak Foo's birthday) that turned out to be an undercover cop. This time, it was for "disrupting the peace" at a baseball game. A _BASEBALL_ GAME for crying out loud! It's not like they were beating people up!- Ok, ok, they _did_ beat on that one dude that was in Finn's seat but still!
"Nice way to spend our day off, huh Finn?" commented Ratso as his head hung down over the edge of the top bunk. "Shut up." Finn muttered as he flipped over to his left side on the hard bed below.
"Umm, can I ask you somethin'?" Silence. "Finn?" Obviously the big goon didn't get the hint.
"What?" Finn replied- giving up after another long pause of silence. He's like a damn big kid, never leaving you alone.
"Umm, Finn...remember when we were stripped down and hosed off with that disinfectant?"
Such a strange question caused the red-haired man to flip over again and cock an eyebrow. "After we were brought in today?" "Uh-huh" "Yeah" he paused for a second with his brow still cocked "So?"
"Umm, by accident I, well saw a big scar on your hip. I just want to know where you got it from."
Finn frowned as he sat up- his face centimeters from Ratso's own. "No." Ratso's head disappeared as the top bunk began to make a squeaking noise. A moment later, Ratso leapt to the floor and sat next to Finn. "Pretty Please??" Finn rolled his eyes into the back of his skull and sighed. It's no use, he'll bug you until the cows come home. "Fine. But if you tell another soul, I'll murder you. Seriously. I'll murder you." "Uhh, okay Finn, I swear on my mother's life." "Well," Finn lowered his voice as he began from the start....
"You see, my mom and pop's parents came from Ireland.
Life was tough as hell for them because they were poor. That's why they came here.
Now fast forward some years.
My mom and pop meet at some farm party, she gets pregnant with me so pop _had_ to marry her.
I guess she never loved him though, 'cause when I was 5, she ran away with the washing machine repair guy. That sent pop over the edge. He took up drinking big time."
Ratso rubbed the bridge of his nose shifting the ' Breathe Right ' (c) that he always wore, while Finn closed his eyes and continued.
"The first 9 years of my life were alright. Pop was either working or passed out, so it was cool. I mostly raised myself. When I was about 9 and a half, he started to tell me that I "Look like that whore of a woman." That's also when the beatings began. I got whacked for the smallest stuff.
Not tucking my shirt in, not calling him "Sir", not fetching him a beer fast enough..I could go on and on.
Once when I was 11, he broke my nose 'cause he caught me dancing in my room.
Oh sure, he said he was sorry, and that it would never happen again.
That only lasted a week. Then it was back to the same 'ol same 'ol."
Ratso was starting to wish that he had never opened his big mouth , as he sensed the pain it brought his friend.
"One time I forgot to bring home a carton of milk, so he threw a hunting knife at my head.
Luckily he was too smashed to get a good aim.
When I was 15, I snuck a female friend from High School into my room. Pop came home early, busted open my door and caught us just sitting there, talking. He flew into a rage, she managed to escape with her life, but I got the shit beat outta me. He grabbed me by the hair pulling me down the stairs, and slammed me into the sofa. I was already bleeding from my nose and ear, but he wasn't happy with that. Noo! He had to whip off his belt- it was a thick ass leather one too, with one of those huge-" Finn made a gesture of something big with his hands "-metal buckles. He wrapped the belt around his fist and punched me in the chest as hard as he could, all the while screaming "Women are nothing but life wrecking whores!"
He managed to get 2 solid hits in before I kicked him in the jaw. It was the first time I lashed out, but he was killing me, man!" Tears began to roll down Finn's cool cheek as he went on. "I was bleeding, my shirt was torn and wet. I tried to scramble to my feet, but before I was able to fully stand I felt the buckle tare my jeans and flesh at the hip- where you saw the scar. I remember yelling out that I was dying, but it didn't seem to matter to him. I remember his fist coming down again, flecks of my blood flying as I caught it.
I don't know how, but I found the strength to force his hand into the cushion, then I poked him in the eyes and limped out the front door, never looking back." Ratso winced at each brutal detail.
"I managed to hitch a ride to the hospital where they asked questions of course, but I kept my trap shut.
It wasn't until a month later- mostly due to the fact that they had me doped up on morphine- that I found out the extensive damage. 3 broken ribs and a collar bone, a bruised lung, head trauma, and the gash on my hip that tore the meat from the bone. It took 6 months for everything to heal. The Docs kept on pressing with questions, but all I told them was that I was homeless and got into a gang fight. Finally I was able to leave, but where? I was about to turn 16, and sure as hell wasn't going to go back and let pop finish the job. I tried the homeless shelter thing for a while, but couldn't stand it. Always had to sleep with one eye open. I decided to '5- finger-discount' an outfit and started hanging around the different Disco Tech's until closing time. Soon I was able to move and pick-pocket with the best of 'em. All night donut shops turned into motels. I had chicks begging to follow me home, but I always came back alone. My mind was really fucked up- didn't lose my virginity until I was 23."
Ratso's eyes widened as his lips moved. Finn knew what he was about to say so he shot him a threatening blood shot look.
"Well, by the time I was 18, I had moved up to fencing big things. I became good enough that this dude with connections noticed me. He hooked me up with this "up and coming crime lord" that turned out to be Big V. Well, I had lunch with Big V, and he asked me to pull a couple bank heists. I'm was like "Yeah no prob, man." I did it with no trouble, and became an Enforcer with you guys. The rest is history."
Finn became quiet, wiping away the salty tears from his face. For the first time in a long while, he felt okay inside- like a humongous weight was lifted from him. Ratso put his massive hand on his lean built friend's shoulder. "So Finn, that means you've only been a non-virgin for 4 years?!"
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*Notes* Ok, so the one shot ends there. I was thinking of adding more to the ending, but it just wouldn't turn out right when I wrote it. Fret ye not! Chow does post bail and they get out. Sure, it's around 3am where any possible chance to have fun on their day off is flushed down the crapper, but what the hey! ^__^
I'm kinda maybe thinking of writing another one about Finn's 1st time.....but I don't know.
~~ 2002 by Gina chan~~
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