A Cry For Help: Three Shot!
This has been on my old phone for months and It just won't leave me alone, so here is it is. This was inspired by the show 'Finding Carter' that has recentaly been airing in the UK, the story line sounded amazing but they screwed it up so badly that I can't watch passed episode 2 of season 1, it was just that bad.
But then again the story did sound good, so this is a three shot that I wrote, of what the story line should have roughly been like, because the show itself was disgraceful in my opinion and handled it very poorly.
I do not own Skip Beat.
Ulrich Baker know he was screwed, the moment he smelled the sweet scent of flowers and then the next, he smelled the heavy perfume of nothingness, so heavy that it was enough to make him choke.
He couldn't remember how he got here in the first place, but he just know there was nothing for him to go back to even if he tried.
The loud chaos behind him, got quieter as he was taken away, people were shouting that a child had gone missing.
One women which he couldn't see in the background was screaming about how somebody had gotten in while she wasn't there and had taken the child without warning.
"Don't worry, my sweet little baby" A women voice said, in Russian, suddenly near him. "Me, you and daddy are going to go back home and we will finally be one big happy family" sounding half crazed and for some reason his body refused to move from the voice, her arms wrapped around his form, attempting to rock him to sleep.
This only increased his struggle even more, because screw it if he couldn't see anything, he know enough to recognize when danger stared him in the face and his senses where screaming for him to get away.
Did they drug him? Is that why he currently couldn't move?
"Darling, the baby seems restless" The woman said, with worry in her tone. "It's not good if he doesn't get the sleep he needs."
"Your right, pet" A deep male voice said, filling him with horror to find it so close to him.
The next thing he know, he felt a prick at the side of his neck before pain, than the darkness came for him.
His small body went limp in the women's arms.
And when he was finally allowed to wake up from his needle induced coma, he felt suspiciously warm.
He didn't know how long he had been asleep for, it could have been days or even hours, all he know was that his eyesight had gotten much better all of a sudden and he could finally look around.
"Velcan, time for milk" A voice said from above, the same women he was sure had kidnapped him and her husband or boyfriend drugged him.
A large arm which appeared to be absolutely huge to him, wrapped itself around his waist and pulled him onto a large lap, making him finally get a good look at the crazy woman who was convinced he was her baby.
The women didn't look crazy, she looked like she was in her mide twenty with long brown hair and eyes, she could have easily been mistaken as an ordinary women, if not for the unusual way she was currently looking at him, in her hands was a warm bottle of baby milk, but what alarmed him the most was what, he was currently actually sitting on top of.
A small needle filled of green liquid.
The message was clear.
Drink it or night night.
"That's a good boy, your going to grow up big and strong just like your daddy" The women said, as he was forced to open his mouth and suck it.
And he was thought, heavens forbid that he took after one of his kidnappers.
He also got the strong feeling that his real family was probably going crazy looking for him.
"Velcan, you can go back to sleep"
The prick was back and just before darkness consumed him, he thought one thing.
Who the hell was Velcan!?
# 6 months later#
Well, apparently he was 'Velcan'.
"Say 'mommy', can you say 'mommy" The woman, whose presence he was forced to get used to said, trying to get him to say his first word after 6 months of complete silence.
No, I will not say that word you crazy women. Just kill me now, if you never planned to release me. He thought with a heated glare.
If he wasn't in this tiny body, which he wondered how the hell did he come to possess it in the first place. He was so weak and small, if it wasn't for that, he would have made a mad dash to the door months ago.
However a needle he had gotten all to familiar with in the past months decided than to make an appearance, as the man of the house decided to grace them both with his presence, his finger tasting the tip to see if it was indeed still sharp and not at all dull.
Seeing this, 'Velcan' know there would be no mercy when it came from the man and plastered on a forced smile in hope to appease the man, by saying. "Momma"
Go to hell.
Defiance was still shining bright in his eyes, but luckily none of them seemed to take note of it and the women squealed.
"Close enough, now can you say daddy?" This time it was the man who said this, he had yet to put the needle away.
And Velcan thought this was going to be a long day that wouldn't end well for him.
#Almost five year later#
"-Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, Happy birthday...dear Vel-can, happy birthday to you-'" Both crazed man and women sang, having decided that his birthday would be the week his imprisonment started, in front of them was their five year old 'son', well that what it said on the official family register, sitting 'proudly' in his seat, a small chocolate cake with five candles in front of him.
There was a camera in the man's hand, ready to capture the precious moment.
Velcan had learned a long time again to keep his hatred for them in and to play the good son even if it was only for the surface, and sucked in his breath and blow all five candles out, wishing desperately that there was a way out of here, so he could send a message to his real family.
But he had to find out just who they were, he had no idea where to look and he highly doubted he would get very far if he tried.
They both clapped and started excitedly takings pictures, the women of the house began to slice the small piece of cake for him and he had to act the role of the cheerful toddler, in front of them and the camera.
He didn't want the clear help sign, that would no doubt project in his eyes be seen, if they one of them happened to go over it one day.
"Mommy, can I have my slice bigger?" He said, mainly because he actually did happen to like chocolate cake, lucky than.
"Of course, sweat heart" The woman said, smiling as she cut a bigger slice for him, she never noticed his smile that he replied back was so empty.
#Velcan at 13 years old#
They were all currently in a very a special parent teacher meeting and it wasn't a good thing.
"You see... recently, your child grades have been dropping" The teacher said, his behavior in the past few month were baffling her.
It was like he was rebelling against something that only he was aware of.
Velcan sat in the chair near his father, his dyed black hair framing one half of his face, with brown contact lenses in and a bored expression on his face, looking like this had got nothing to do with him.
"What?" His mother said, sounding like she couldn't believe what just came out of the teachers mouth, her son always had good grades.
"Well, recently..." The teacher began, not knowing how to phrase it. "He's been haning out with the 'wrong crowd' of late"
Both parents looked at their child who stared blankly back at them.
"It's clear that their behavior is influencing him in some way and as a result, it's affecting his grades" She said, after all, it was only natural to come to that conclusion, when she didn't know the hell he was suffering through right under her nose and that the couple weren't nearly as innocent as she believed.
And his mother said. "Well thank you for informing us, we'll talk to him about it when we get home" and by 'talk', she actually meant opening their box of needles and seeing which one gave him the most pain.
But they never did correct his behavior.
#18 year old#
By 18 Velcan was officially a delinquent, an asshole of a guy despite his handsome face, he had taken to smoking heavily, hanging out with known troublemakers and his parents released to their horror that they shouldn't have drugged him because his system had more than enough material to become immune to whatever it was constantly exposed to in the past 18 years of his life.
Two years ago, he made a shocking discovered when washing his hair, the latest hair dye had weakened a lot and he was shocked to find instead of black hair, that covered his fingers, it was strands of blond hair.
He was actually a blonde!?
He felt like his mind blown had been blown right there, no wonder he was forced to dye his hair black occasional, there was no way he could pass as their own child if he was sporting, light blonde hair.
Shocked by this revelation, he had a suddenly suspicion that he should check his eyes as well to see if it was also fake and his hands went there, in his mind he was sure that he would ended up poking his eye out.
What he didn't expect was the feeling of glass on the surface and how it was movable.
This only pointed to one thing.
He was wearing eye contacts!
Since both his parents were out, he was free to remove them as he pleased and he did so with quick efficient.
Those brown eyes transformed into hazel.
He was a hazel?
Okay, now he know there was no way, he could pass off as either of those two child, if he walked around without all the falseness, that was forced on him.
So that meant one of his real parents either had blond hair or Hazel eyes, could it be he was a foreigner?
Questions about his identity plagued him since then, more than usual.
"Hey, Velcan" A close friend of his said. "Me and a group of other's are going to a nearby arcade to have some fun, you coming?"
"Sure, I got nothing better to do" He said, finishing his smoke and crushing it underneath his right foot, knowing full well, he was going to be smoking again in the building.
#In a nearby arcade#
"Fuck!" One of the delinquents yelled, how could Alcan be so good. "You bastard, how are you cheating every time?"
"It's because you're a dumbass that's why, even a child could beat you at this game" He replied back.
"What was that, asshole!?" The guy replied, but before he could demand a rematch, Alcan heard.
"Um, excuse me" A girl voice said making him turn to his right, he looked to find two girls who weren't that bad looking, standing before in a line he was sure had been plagued with delinquents.
Who were they, and why were they talking to him?
"Do you happen to be related to Kuu Hizuri perhaps?" One of them said, they were huge fans of the man and this guy looks a lot like him.
The surprise made him lose his current game.
"I WON!" A guy yelled.
"FUCK!" He cursed, slamming his fist down onto the machine, seeing he did indeed lose, startling the two girls to hear him cursing so boldly and was nothing like the kind and gentle personality that Kuu Hizuri was famed for.
Of all the people to lose too, it had to be him.
"See, who you made me lose to!" He said, turning to them both making them flinch back to be on the receiving end of his glare.
This person was nothing like Kuu-san at all.
"Who are talking to Velcan?" One of the guys came around and almost whistled at the sight of the two girls who immediately became uncomfortable. "Velcan, you bastard. Not bad. They both got a big rack"
"Velcan, managed to land himself some hot babies? Where?" A voice said, and suddenly there were a whole lot more of them.
"Hey, why don't we go somewhere else, and hang out just you and me" One guy's said, his breath reeking of alcohol.
But two girls weren't completely defenseless, after all, they were both brave enough to approach him when he was surrounded by so many scary looking guys.
So the guy was met with a slap, right across his face.
Nobody could believe it while only Velcan looked highly amused once he got over the shock.
"..did you just slap me, bitch?" The guy said, feeling his anger rise, the two had used that moment to run like hell, while most of them were still frozen.
Obviously the guy wasn't going to let them go and was going to go after them with his motorbike, he might run them over.
"Leave it" Velcan said, stopping him in his tracks. "Their not worth, you spending time in jail for and you know your of age now so the law won't protect you." knowing this guy was known for his very explosive anger.
That anger could easily turn into murder if he wasn't stopped.
"So you'll telling me to leave the bitch who just slapped me!? FUCK, NO!" The guy yelled, kicking a chair over.
Meanwhile Velcan was wondering how the hell was Kuu hizuri and why was he asked about his relation to guy.
Now that he thought about it that was a pretty strange name 'Kuu', was it a male or a female?
Little did he know, that the next time he heard that name.
He would be meeting that person face to face.
And scene!
So I decided to stop there, hopefully, the next part of this story while be uploaded later on today. So please, Review/Fav and follow, I want to know what you think.