Finally I got it up! Here is the first chapter of
my first REAL series. Please review and give me suggestions, criticism etc
etc because I want this to be written well and any ideas will be taken
seriously into account I can assure you.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. There may be a few OC's but apart from that everything is Tokien's. The song 'Love To See You Cry' is sung by Enrique Iglesias, and inspired this story for the most part.
Maybe I just wanna touch you
Feel you warm inside again
Maybe I just wanna hurt you
The sweetest pleasure is pain.
I don't know why... why
But I love to see you cry
I don't know why... why
It just makes me feel alive.
The young Dwarf froze to the spot, his heart beginning to race. No, not again... not again... please. The footsteps came nearer and nearer. He backed against the wall, breathing hard. Maybe he should run. But no, there was nowhere to run to. He had to face it. Face it like the fighter he was.
Wasn't he?
The door opened and his breath caught in his throat. He forced back a sob, a scream. He mustn't scream. If he screamed he would hurt more. Why did his father hurt him so? Why did he hate him so?
The elder Dwarf takes his son by the arm, pulling him forward. With a single gesture he signals for him to get down on the floor. His son obeys, trembling in fear as he sinks to his knees with his head bowed, wiry red hair falling forward, hiding his face.
'Maybe today he won't hurt me much... maybe...' he shuts his eyes tight, hearing his Father pulling out his belt, 'No... he is mad today. Mad... oh, why must you hurt me so?'
He barely manages to stifle a cry as the belt cracked down on his back, splitting open the barely healed wounds from yesterday. Was it yesterday? It might have been the day before. It made no difference to him.
Pain... more pain flooded through his body from the belt whipping hard onto his back. He nearly screams, tears springing to his eyes. No... no, he mustn't cry... but it hurts so much! It hurts... it hurts...
'But Father likes doing it to me... but why? I do not understand. Why would he enjoy HURTING me?'
He cannot hold it in any longer. He screams, and his sobs break loose. He curls on the floor, his small body shaking in terror and agony. The whipping halts for a moment, as though in hesitation, then hits the small creature writhing on the floor. One strike, two strikes, three strikes... 'Will it ever end? No... it will not. Pain is always there, even when he doesn't...hurt me.'
Suddenly, the beating ceases. Strong arms wrap around the small Dwarf, pulling him up. A gentle voice whispers in his ear as he sobs desperately, small cries of pain escaping his lips.
"It is over, son... it is over..." the rich voice, the one he'd heard from Day One. It was always like this. When the beating stopped he would embrace him, calm him. And he would trust him, trust that he was safe in his Fathers arms. Surely his Father had a reason for doing this to him. He must have. He could not hate his Father. He looked up to him, he was small in comparison, he was of no meaning, no use at all. His Father had every right to do this to him.
Didn't he?
With a quavering sigh, the younger Dwarf drifted into a deep slumber, washing away all the pain in his body and soul, all his cares. When he was asleep nobody could get him.
The older Dwarf smiled as he ocked his son in his arms, "You are a good boy, Gimli."
Gloin sat with a look of anguish on his face. He hated this, but he could not help himself. It was a disease with no cure.
He loved to see him cry.
TBC...
So, how do you think I did? I hope there is enough material here for me to carry on with. Please review and give me any suggestions you may have. And if you haven't heard 'Love To See You Cry' by Enrique Iglesias I suggest you hear it! It is a beautiful, haunting song -I hate Hero but this is just so beautiful. Anyway, please review and I'll get writing the next chapter when I'm sure you guys like this!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. There may be a few OC's but apart from that everything is Tokien's. The song 'Love To See You Cry' is sung by Enrique Iglesias, and inspired this story for the most part.
Maybe I just wanna touch you
Feel you warm inside again
Maybe I just wanna hurt you
The sweetest pleasure is pain.
I don't know why... why
But I love to see you cry
I don't know why... why
It just makes me feel alive.
The young Dwarf froze to the spot, his heart beginning to race. No, not again... not again... please. The footsteps came nearer and nearer. He backed against the wall, breathing hard. Maybe he should run. But no, there was nowhere to run to. He had to face it. Face it like the fighter he was.
Wasn't he?
The door opened and his breath caught in his throat. He forced back a sob, a scream. He mustn't scream. If he screamed he would hurt more. Why did his father hurt him so? Why did he hate him so?
The elder Dwarf takes his son by the arm, pulling him forward. With a single gesture he signals for him to get down on the floor. His son obeys, trembling in fear as he sinks to his knees with his head bowed, wiry red hair falling forward, hiding his face.
'Maybe today he won't hurt me much... maybe...' he shuts his eyes tight, hearing his Father pulling out his belt, 'No... he is mad today. Mad... oh, why must you hurt me so?'
He barely manages to stifle a cry as the belt cracked down on his back, splitting open the barely healed wounds from yesterday. Was it yesterday? It might have been the day before. It made no difference to him.
Pain... more pain flooded through his body from the belt whipping hard onto his back. He nearly screams, tears springing to his eyes. No... no, he mustn't cry... but it hurts so much! It hurts... it hurts...
'But Father likes doing it to me... but why? I do not understand. Why would he enjoy HURTING me?'
He cannot hold it in any longer. He screams, and his sobs break loose. He curls on the floor, his small body shaking in terror and agony. The whipping halts for a moment, as though in hesitation, then hits the small creature writhing on the floor. One strike, two strikes, three strikes... 'Will it ever end? No... it will not. Pain is always there, even when he doesn't...hurt me.'
Suddenly, the beating ceases. Strong arms wrap around the small Dwarf, pulling him up. A gentle voice whispers in his ear as he sobs desperately, small cries of pain escaping his lips.
"It is over, son... it is over..." the rich voice, the one he'd heard from Day One. It was always like this. When the beating stopped he would embrace him, calm him. And he would trust him, trust that he was safe in his Fathers arms. Surely his Father had a reason for doing this to him. He must have. He could not hate his Father. He looked up to him, he was small in comparison, he was of no meaning, no use at all. His Father had every right to do this to him.
Didn't he?
With a quavering sigh, the younger Dwarf drifted into a deep slumber, washing away all the pain in his body and soul, all his cares. When he was asleep nobody could get him.
The older Dwarf smiled as he ocked his son in his arms, "You are a good boy, Gimli."
Gloin sat with a look of anguish on his face. He hated this, but he could not help himself. It was a disease with no cure.
He loved to see him cry.
TBC...
So, how do you think I did? I hope there is enough material here for me to carry on with. Please review and give me any suggestions you may have. And if you haven't heard 'Love To See You Cry' by Enrique Iglesias I suggest you hear it! It is a beautiful, haunting song -I hate Hero but this is just so beautiful. Anyway, please review and I'll get writing the next chapter when I'm sure you guys like this!