Marie Summers & The War of Darkness

The Beginning of Something Glorious

Chapter 1

A Usual (read Painful) Day for Marie

Warning: There is abuse in this chapter.

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I only own Marie.

Now (15 years later) In Ireland

RING!

The school bell rang in the Irish town. School was out on the sunny day. Marie Summers walked out of school. She was now 15 years old. She had long brown hair was landed below her shoulders. Her bright green eyes sparkled in the sunlight. She was wearing jeans and long-sleeved shirt, even though it was hot outside.

She walked to where she lived, in the dirtier, more dodgy part of town. Marie walked warily, not wanting to run into trouble. Luckily, today she made it back without any. The man that she lived with, who claimed to be her father, was not home. She quickly put away her things and started cleaning the house. Marie scrubbed the floors, made the beds, did the laundry and washed the dishes. Then she prepared dinner for her "dad." She didn't make anything to eat for herself, because she was not allowed to eat unless told so, hence the fact the Marie was underweight.

For you see, this man was the one that Megatron had given her to all those years ago, though she did not know it. He claimed to be her father and claimed that her mother had died giving birth to her. Marie secretly suspected that this man lied, but she never said anything, fearing his wrath. This man never gave his name to her. She was only allowed to call him "sir." Nothing else. Also, this man was not kind to her. Just the opposite. He inflicted physical harm on her for every little mistake she made. Or what he claimed to be a mistake. He was an alcoholic and quite violent. She always had to get beer for him from other men in their neighbor hood. But Marie had no money today and there was only a little left. She hoped he wouldn't notice.

Once his dinner was ready, Marie started on her homework. She was very intelligent and had taught herself to read and write. She did well in every subject. But since "Sir" wouldn't pay to send her to collage, she was saving money herself. The money she found on the streets or was earned but doing odd jobs for other people. But she had to give part of her earnings to the cruel man or she would be beaten for it.

Later, after her homework was done, "Sir" came home. Marie walked out to take his coat. "Welcome home sir." she said politely. She received a grunt as a response. "I have your dinner ready. I'll get it for you."

"Hurry it up runt!" he yelled as he sat at the table. Marie didn't even wince. After 13 years, the yelling and name-calling barely stung anymore. She got his dinner with some of the beer. "It's about time!" he said when Marie sat it at the table, not even getting a thank you. She stood quietly, waiting for approval or more yelling.

"This isn't enough beer! Get me more!" He yelled.

"Um… I'm sorry sir." Marie began timidly. "But there isn't anymore."

"You're supposed to get more when there isn't any left!"

"I had no money to get any from your friend."

"Then you should've used your earnings you little brat!" he growled. "Get down!"

Marie wanted to stand up to him this time. "No! I won't!" she said bravely.

The man growled. "Yes you will! I'll make you!" Marie tried to fight back, but he was too strong for her. He forced her down on all fours. He grabbed a belt and lifted up the back of her shirt, revealing her bruised and beaten back.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! He began whipping her with the leather belt. Marie bit her lip, so she wouldn't cry out, as that would only make him do it more. But tears streamed down her face. After 7 minutes, he stopped.

"You worthless twit! You are useless! You won't get any meals for the rest of the week, understand?!"

"Y-yes sir…" Marie answered.

"Go to your room and stay there until morning!"

"Yes sir." Marie walked back to her room. If you could call it that. It was a small room the size of an office in the back of the house. There was no glass in the lonely window, so the cold air always got in. There was no room for a bed. She only has two blankets and a pillow on the floor to sleep in. She only had one pair of pajamas and a few clothes. She was never given gifts on her birthday and had no friends.

Marie curled up in a corner, trying to ignore her aching back and to stop the tears. "I won't cry, I won't cry. I'm not going to feel sorry for myself." she whimpered. But she couldn't stop the tears. So she let them fall. She grabbed one of the few personal possessions she had. A teddy bear from when she was a baby. It was small, a light brown and soft and fluffy. It always comforted her. The gold heart locket around it's neck sparkled in the moonlight. She opened it slowly and read the message. "Always know that you are loved Marie."

Marie held the locket up near her heart. This bear was the only clue to her real family that she had. The tag mentioned something about a town in the United States. She wondered if that was where she really came from. She sighed sadly. She whispered her nightly prayers, changed into her pjs and crawled under her blankets. She drifted off to sleep, hoping one day, she'd know who she was. That she would be safe and wanted. Someday…