Webmistress: 'Hey! This is my first time putting my fanfics on here! So from now on, I will be referred to as "The Goddess of fanfics!!!"
Malik: snorts
Webmistress: "Alright, alright! I will be known as Hannah. I don't like flames, so BE NICE!!! Grrr... Or else I will sick Yugi on you!"
Yugi: Shakes head. "Nuh uh! I refrain from hurting anyone but you! Bakura on the other hand..."
Bakura: Smirks. "I will send all who oppose and flame the love of my life to the shadow realm!!! Mwahahahaha!!!!" Starts chasing after random reviewer with his millennium ring
Hannah: Starts chasing after Bakura "SO HAVE FUN!!!"
Chapter Two:
-What happened to his head?' thought Seto Kaiba.
Seto saw the blood dripping down his neck and onto his blue jacket. Curious, Seto leaned forward a little more to examine it. Seto almost fell out of his chair. About three large shards of bloody glass were wedged into Joey's head, and Joey didn't even seem to realize they were there!
How did that glass get in his head?"
"What happened to you mutt? Did you get into a dog fight?"
Joey snorted and said: "Street fight ok? Leave me alone money-bags..."
Seto stopped interrogating Joey throughout the rest of the day, but kept watching him. Joey's hand would occasionally reach back and wipe some blood off. Kaiba though something suspicious was going on.
-After school, Joey's stomach was rumbling. He hadn't had anything for breakfast and he had no money to buy lunch. He had spent the last of his money paying the electric bill. Joey didn't feel like going home at all, but he had to get something to eat. Hopefully, his dad would either be passed out on the sofa, or away getting drunk at a bar.
Joey walked home and went into the kitchen. His dad wasn't home. Relieved, Joey was just about to make himself a sandwich when he heard the door slam shut and someone stumble in... Hid dad. Maybe if Joey kept quite, his dad wouldn't know he was here and just pass out on the couch.
"Mutt! I know you here you worthless piece of trash; I tripped over your damn book-bag! You get in here boy!"
Joey wedged himself into the corner of the kitchen, awaiting what was surly to come.
"You fucking piece shit, you get in here!!!"
Joey heard his father's footsteps coming closer and saw his drunken body come around the corner and straight towards him. He smirked.
"Come here boy."
Joey shook his head.
"I SAID COME HERE!!!"
Joey's dad picked Joey up by his jacket and through him across the room. Joey's head hit the refrigerator. Joey's dad walked over and kicked him in the ribs. Joey curled up and started whimpering.
"Please Dad, no... Please! I'm sorry, I'll be a good boy..."
But his dad kept advancing on him screaming harsh words, which soaked into Joey's brain like a sponge.
"You are nothing!
His dad kicked him in the stomach.
"A waist of space!"
A kick in the face.
"You're a fucking coward!"
A kick in the back, and his father leaned down and whispered in his ear.
"Boy, I found your picture book... I know what you are..."
His father stood up and smirked down at Joey. Joey's eyes widened as his dad started stripping.
"Dad, what are you doing..."
His father smirked again and took off his underwear. "I saw the pictures... You like it up the ass don't you mutt? You're a fucking fag... I'm just giving you what you like!"
The his dad stripped Joey of his clothes and slammed into Joey without any preparation. Joey screamed out in pain as his insides were torn to shreds. His father pumped in and out as Joey screamed and cried. Joey could feel his father's breath against his ear.
"You're a good little fuck toy, aren't you? We should do this more often."
Then, with a grunt from his father and a scream from Joey, his father spilled his seed inside his own son. He got up and looked down at Joey.
"Pathetic... Nobody is going to want you now... I'll make sure of that..."
Joey could only lye there, drowning in his own blood, as he watched his father grab a paring knife and carve "F's whore" on Joey's arm. Joey watched helplessly as the blood spilled out of his arm into the already large pile of blood on the floor. He felt weak... So weak... He passes out on the floor.
Malik: snorts
Webmistress: "Alright, alright! I will be known as Hannah. I don't like flames, so BE NICE!!! Grrr... Or else I will sick Yugi on you!"
Yugi: Shakes head. "Nuh uh! I refrain from hurting anyone but you! Bakura on the other hand..."
Bakura: Smirks. "I will send all who oppose and flame the love of my life to the shadow realm!!! Mwahahahaha!!!!" Starts chasing after random reviewer with his millennium ring
Hannah: Starts chasing after Bakura "SO HAVE FUN!!!"
Chapter Two:
-What happened to his head?' thought Seto Kaiba.
Seto saw the blood dripping down his neck and onto his blue jacket. Curious, Seto leaned forward a little more to examine it. Seto almost fell out of his chair. About three large shards of bloody glass were wedged into Joey's head, and Joey didn't even seem to realize they were there!
How did that glass get in his head?"
"What happened to you mutt? Did you get into a dog fight?"
Joey snorted and said: "Street fight ok? Leave me alone money-bags..."
Seto stopped interrogating Joey throughout the rest of the day, but kept watching him. Joey's hand would occasionally reach back and wipe some blood off. Kaiba though something suspicious was going on.
-After school, Joey's stomach was rumbling. He hadn't had anything for breakfast and he had no money to buy lunch. He had spent the last of his money paying the electric bill. Joey didn't feel like going home at all, but he had to get something to eat. Hopefully, his dad would either be passed out on the sofa, or away getting drunk at a bar.
Joey walked home and went into the kitchen. His dad wasn't home. Relieved, Joey was just about to make himself a sandwich when he heard the door slam shut and someone stumble in... Hid dad. Maybe if Joey kept quite, his dad wouldn't know he was here and just pass out on the couch.
"Mutt! I know you here you worthless piece of trash; I tripped over your damn book-bag! You get in here boy!"
Joey wedged himself into the corner of the kitchen, awaiting what was surly to come.
"You fucking piece shit, you get in here!!!"
Joey heard his father's footsteps coming closer and saw his drunken body come around the corner and straight towards him. He smirked.
"Come here boy."
Joey shook his head.
"I SAID COME HERE!!!"
Joey's dad picked Joey up by his jacket and through him across the room. Joey's head hit the refrigerator. Joey's dad walked over and kicked him in the ribs. Joey curled up and started whimpering.
"Please Dad, no... Please! I'm sorry, I'll be a good boy..."
But his dad kept advancing on him screaming harsh words, which soaked into Joey's brain like a sponge.
"You are nothing!
His dad kicked him in the stomach.
"A waist of space!"
A kick in the face.
"You're a fucking coward!"
A kick in the back, and his father leaned down and whispered in his ear.
"Boy, I found your picture book... I know what you are..."
His father stood up and smirked down at Joey. Joey's eyes widened as his dad started stripping.
"Dad, what are you doing..."
His father smirked again and took off his underwear. "I saw the pictures... You like it up the ass don't you mutt? You're a fucking fag... I'm just giving you what you like!"
The his dad stripped Joey of his clothes and slammed into Joey without any preparation. Joey screamed out in pain as his insides were torn to shreds. His father pumped in and out as Joey screamed and cried. Joey could feel his father's breath against his ear.
"You're a good little fuck toy, aren't you? We should do this more often."
Then, with a grunt from his father and a scream from Joey, his father spilled his seed inside his own son. He got up and looked down at Joey.
"Pathetic... Nobody is going to want you now... I'll make sure of that..."
Joey could only lye there, drowning in his own blood, as he watched his father grab a paring knife and carve "F's whore" on Joey's arm. Joey watched helplessly as the blood spilled out of his arm into the already large pile of blood on the floor. He felt weak... So weak... He passes out on the floor.
