Miss Queen B: Not much to say in this chapter so thanks for the reviews and enjoy chapter two. Remember I do not own SRMTHFG but Bronze and Erik are mine.
Chapter Two
Rare Coins and Babysitting
"Haya, where are you going" Bronze asked, when she noticed the small little cub grabbing her scarf and heading out the door.
"That stupid pizza boy got my order wrong and now I'm going to chase down his car, slash his tires and do something so terrible that it's best not to say" Haya said, smiling.
"Ok, but if you and your friends go to jail again, I'm not bailing you out till tomorrow" Bronze said.
"Don't worry, I'll be home in an hour" Haya said, leaving the apartment and shut the door behind her.
Bronze rolled her eyes and went back to her notebook:
I always believed that my birth caused the tension and anger between my grandfather and my mother to grow from little fights about what I should wear in the picture to them fighting back and forth for hours about who had the worse or best parenting skills. I wished they knew that at the age of two you can understand what was going on and frankly, I hated being caught in the middle of their fights.
With my parents working all the time, my Grandfather would look out for me and take me to places he would go to trade things or out of space to see the Collector's Convention. My mom, on the other hand, wanted me to live a normal childhood and go to a daycare center to interact with kids my age.
Flashback...
The little three-year-old Bronze sat there on the floor with her building blocks and coloring books while watching yet another fight going on between her mom and grandfather. She surly has grown in the past two years. She skin was now a very light shade of brown with long black hair tied in to two messy pigtails with white color flower clips. She was wearing a white shirt with blue pants and white shoes that light up when she walks. Her big eyes cover up most of her face and seem to grow wider as the fighting heated up.
"What gives you the right to take my daughter out of daycare without my permission, are you insane" Her mom screamed. Lucky for her, her husband was at work so she didn't have to hold back.
"There's nothing wrong with that, I just wanted to spend time with her since you never let me go near her" Scrapperton shouted, gripping his cane in the process.
"Because I want MY daughter to have a normal childhood, where she plays and make friends, not being kidnaped and taken to some weird place full of people selling junk" she said.
"It's not some weird place, it's called the Collector's Convention and we go there to sell and collect and make money YOU steal to buy those stupid outfits and perfumes"
"Don't bring my shopping into this, you freak!"
"Disgusting, ugly, little Gold-Digger," Scrapperton shouted.
"GET OUT, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE" She screamed, pushing the old man to the door while knocking over a few things and Bronze's building blocks. "If you ever call me that again, you'll never see Bronze again" She shouted and slammed the door on his face.
Outside, Bronze could hear Scapperton shouting Gold-digger again then all went quiet. Bronze watched as her mom poured herself a glass of water and looked at her watch. "Stupid old man, thanks to him, I'm going to be late for work"
With that, she scoops up Bronze with one arm and her purse, toy and bag in another and headed out the door. While they were driving, the woman looked through her rear view mirror to see Bronze staring out in the window with a little frown on her face.
"Bronze, I'm sorry for yelling in front of you but sometimes when a person makes you mad so much you can't help but yell back" The woman said.
"Grandpa" Bronze said, with watery eyes.
"Don't worry about Grandpa, he has other things to do and besides, you really need to make friends your age that's why you go to the day care center while me and daddy work"
Bronze said, nothing till she saw a giant robot taking off and disappearing in the sky and she couldn't help but say, "wow"
Although she sees kids her age playing and laughing with each other, Bronze never really like the Daycare center or the kids to say the least. All she wanted to do was spend time with her Grandfather. She let out a small sigh as her mother remove her backpack and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Now you have fun and I'll pick you up at four, ok honey" she said.
"Yes, mommy" Bronze said, walking off to the nearest plastic table and started coloring on a piece a paper with some crayons. She stared over at her mother who was talking to one of the employees.
"I want you to listen to me, no one is allowed to pick up my daughter but me and her father, you got that" Her mother said getting a little nodded from the young employee and then she was gone.
An hour past and Bronze didn't make any effort to play with the other little kids. They were stupid and tacky in her opinion. Finally, she smiled when she spotted Scrapperton coming in, dress in his fancy tuxedo complete with his cane and monocle. He turned his attention over to one of the Daycare employees, "did the Old Bat tell you only she and my son can pick up Bronze again" he asked.
"Yes sir, but unlike her, she doesn't pay us to obey" the Teen boy said.
"Same as always, here you go" Scrapperton said, handing the young man a hundred dollar bill, "Thanks again"
"Oh no, thank you, this is helping me with College" the teen boy said. "Mrs. Scrapperton will be back around four"
"That's plenty of time, she wouldn't even know Bronzey was gone," Scrapperton chuckled and bend down on one knee and spread his arms, "ready to go, Bronzey"
Bronze ran into her Grandfather's arms, "yeah, I even have my eyeglass" she said, putting on a paper made monocle on her left eye.
Scrapperton chuckled from the cuteness as he picked her up and held her in one arm. As he lifted himself up, he heard a few popping and cracking noise in his bones and he sighed. He was getting old, but just hanging around Bronze all the time made him feel young for a second.
The City was crowded and noisy for the little girl as she and Scrapperton walked over to the Airport. Scrapperton told her that they were going to the Collector's Convention Center that was located on a not so far planet just past Ranger 7. The trip wasn't long, especially when they were traveling on a special ship at first class, they got there in less than an hour.
In a large air-tight bubble, lay the large building full of people, young and old, coming in and out with collectibles in their hands or a large stack of cash. The excitement was a little too much that Bronze ran right into the building while hearing Scrapperton shouting at her to stay close by. Bronze stopped right in the middle of the place and looked around. Booths and layouts were all over the place with people selling and buying things.
Something shining caught her big eyes that she slowly turned around to see a small case full of coins, that where polish, label and organize in mint condition. "Ooh" she said, slowly walking over to the booth for a closer look.
"Find something you like, little girl" the Owner of the booth asked, smiling.
Bronze nodded, "so shining" she said.
"It can be yours for only a thousand dollars" The guy said.
"Uh . . . this is all I have" Bronze said, pulling out a nickle and a couple of pennies from her pocket.
The guy laughed while pounding his hand on the counter, "Why don't you go find your mommy and come back when you have enough money"
"Is there a reason why you're laughing at my Granddaughter," Scrapperton asked, while tapping the guy's head with his cane.
"My apologies, I didn't know she belong to one of the biggest Collectors," the guy said, bowing his head a little, "She's sure is a cute one" he said, ruffling her hair a bit.
"In that case, I want to buy this case of coins and due to your rudeness, I'm only going to pay five hundred for it and a promise not to report this," Scrapperton said, while spinning his cane a little bit.
It was the first time Bronze saw a grown man cry as he gave her the case full of rare coins. Bronze smiled as Scrapperton placed his hand on top of her head, "take off care of that, Bronzey, in a few more years it's going to be worth much more"
It was Bronze's first treasure.
Meanwhile . . .
"Can you think of a time when you were a little boy that you and your father spend time together" the Doctor asked.
Erik was still sitting in the corner of the room and staring out at nothing in particular. "No, he was always busy doing things. I spent most of my childhood at my Uncle's house and it got to the point where people thought I was Uncle Gyrus's son"
"Well, you two do have some similarity, everything from the color of your hair, skin and eyes to well, your behavior. Expect the difference is that he's obsessed with the Monkey team while you want to kill them"
Erik growled, "I blame my father for that, he's the one always taking me to Uncle Gyrus's house and leaving me there for hours a day"
Flashback:
The minute I started to learn how to walk, my mother went back to work as a waiter at some restaurant. My mother was still young and she didn't want to waste her prime years taking care of me so I never see much of her. She was either working or going out to the clubs with her friends. My father spends most of his time at some office so he was never around either.
With Aunt Clover still in school and my Grandma in some retirement home the only person left to watch over me was my Uncle.
"Will you stop dragging your feet, Erik, I'm already late for my meeting," Ronnie said, angrily while pulling on Erik's arm.
The little three-year-old boy tried to keep up with his father but he was walking to fast and Erik was literally being dragged as he tripped over his own two feet. The toddler was pale for his age with wild, messy, grayish-blue hair and dark black eyes. He was wearing dark blue jeans with a black shirt and dirty, worn out, sneakers.
"I do not want to go" Erik said, trying to stop himself from walking but that just made Ronnie yank on his arm to move him to walk.
"I don't have time for your crying, Erik, I need to get to work" Ronnie said.
Erik stared at the small house that laid in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing more but dirt, junk and dry grass. They stopped right in front of the door and Ronnie knocked.
"Gyrus, you better be up because I don't have time to knock the door down" Ronnie shouted.
They waited for about a minute when the door open and the young Gyrus appeared, "do you have any idea what time it is"
The little boy was shoved right into his arms and Ronnie growled, "it's seven in the morning and I'll be back at five and for crying out loud, feed the boy some food, I don't want to come back and he's crying because he's hungry again" and with that, Ronnie stormed off without even giving his son a hug or kiss.
"Bye daddy" Erik shouted but didn't get a respond.
Gryus stood there, a little grumpy and looked down at the little boy, "why am I always stuck with you" he said while walking back into the house and shutting the door behind him.
Gyrus placed the boy down and walked over into the living room. Erik stood there and leaned against the door for a bit. He hated staying here all day, Gyrus had too many rules so it was very easy for him to get in trouble. The house was dark, cold, hollow . . . quiet for him. The windows were always closed, the t.v. only had a couple channels. No toys, no games, not even children snacks in the fridge.
"Hey, Accident, go get me a soda and get whatever you want from the fridge" Gyrus said, rolling up blueprints of his latest invention and new parts to add to his robotic mother.
Erik stared at him and slowly walked over to the kitchen. There was nothing much in the kitchen just a small table for two, a counter, a sink for a dishes and the fridge. Erik struggled to open the fridge and when he did the bright light nearly blinded him for a moment. Once he got his sight back he grabbed a soda and the carton of milk and closed the fridge. He walked over to the living where Gyrus was standing next to his man-made elevator that takes him down to the basement or Lab to say the least.
"Can I come to lab" Erik asked, running up to his Uncle with a smile. He always wanted to see the lab. Gyrus's hand pressed his hand on Erik's forehead and pushed him away. The force made Erik fall flat on his bottom but he save the milk carton from spilling.
"Remember the rules, nephew" Gyrus asked, staring at him with his dark circle eyes. Despite being only twenty-two, Gyrus looked more like a man in his late thirties. He was thin and pale with big eyes and terrible posture. Erik overheard his Aunt joking about how she has more friends, future and morals than her brothers will ever have, whatever that means
"I don't bother you when you're in lab" the little boy said.
Gyrus grabbed the soda and stepped into the elevator, "correct, now let me be" he said, closing the door and headed down to his lab.
Once again, Erik was alone.
The coldness of the empty house brought a chill down his spine as he walked over to the sliding door that lead to the backyard. He slide it open and stepped outside, Uncle Gyrus normally throws his unwanted junk and inventions in the backyard to rust so Erik would just look around to kill time.
Looking to his left he spotted the Giant Robot his Mother would tell him about before he would go to bed. Something about colorful robot rats using powers to protect the city from danger without getting anything in return. Then she would argue if she was them she would make the city pay them large sums of money in order to get her butt up and save people she rarely knows or careless.
Erik frowned. He was lonely and just staring at the Giant Robot made him pretend it was alive and waiting for him to come and play. But sorry, he thought, mama and papa never takes me to the park.
He took a sip from the milk carton only to spit it out from the sour taste. His only meal expired a month ago . . .
Next Chapter: Monocle and Death: Bronze receive a special monocle from her Grandfather for her third birthday while Erik experience one of the saddest moments of life. Death for a family member.
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