A/N: WARNING this chapter contains some serious violence/child abuse, so if you can't handle it, Don't. Read. It. Otherwise please enjoy. I needed Chris to be broken and thought Roy the best for the job. Who can better damage a person than their own parent? What can I say, I love broken people and healing them so don't get too mad at me for what I'm about to do. ^-^
Oh, and this story is slightly AU - Daphne never erased Chris' memories, so they're still together and he knows about her abilities.
Here's the next chapter, please enjoy.
'italic' = thoughts
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own these characters or make a profit from this story.
Colossus - Chapter One
Roy awoke feeling far better than he expected to, having survived a plane crash and all.
"Glad to see you are well, Mr. Minor."
Roy opened his eyes to an attractive blond with a smirk and devious eyes. Somehow his section of the plane hadn't been smashed to pieces and remained intact. He was even stuck in his wheelchair still. The irony was not lost on him.
"Who the hell're you and what do you want?"
"That's no way to talk to your new boss Roy, especially after the gift I've given you."
"What are you talking about?"
The woman sighed, "Your legs Roy, you can walk again and this time it's permanent, you won't be needing any more injections. You have also regained your abilities - strength, invulnerability, whatever else may present itself. Those gifts are yours so long as you work for Global Tech. I will be your supervisor, you answer only to me. Should you not want to work for Global Tech those gifts can and will be removed. Your choice."
Roy sighed and looked at the woman warily, "Global Tech, huh? What's your name and what do I gotta do?"
The woman smiled and began to release Roy from his chains, "My name is Victoria and I am second in command at Global Tech. We want your son, Chris-"
"Chris? Why?" Roy spat the name, anger gleaming in his eyes.
"Do not interrupt me. Chris is a link to the Powell family who've become a thorn in the side of Global Tech. Get to Chris, do whatever you want to him - enough damage that a typical hospital will be unable to do anything for him. Leave him for the Powell's daughter to find. That is all you need to know. Now go. You will be paid and transportation has been arranged."
Roy rose from his seat and tested his new legs. He nodded at Victoria, an evil smile on his lips, and left.
-A Few Days Later-
Chris smiled when he looked at the clock and realized it was time to go. He had plans to hang out with Daphne after work and, sure enough, she was waiting for him after he had clocked out. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a small kiss.
"Hey."
"Hey to you too." Daphne smiled up at him.
"What would you like to do today?"
"Hmmm, can we take your bike for a ride? It's been kind of a tough day and riding is so relaxing."
"Sounds like a plan. We can get food afterward too."
Daphne giggled, "You're always hungry!"
Chris smiled back at her, "A guy's gotta eat right?"
Daphne just shook her head, smiling. She grabbed his hand and they walked to his motorcycle nearby. Chris handed her a second helmet, put his own on, and got on the bike after Daphne. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the feel of her arms wrapped around his waist. With a smile on his face he started the bike up and they took off. Neither of them noticed the man following them.
After their bike ride Chris and Daphne stopped at a sandwich shop for a quick snack. They picked a table near the front window and sat down to enjoy their meal.
"So what stressed you out today, Daph?"
"Oh, nothing huge, just that Calc test was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Stresses me out when I don't do well."
"I'm sure you got an A+++, Hermione," Chris dodged the potato chip thrown at him, " And even if you didn't, I still love you."
"Hey Mr. Bad Boy, don't make fun of me!" Daphne was smiling, "Nice Harry Potter reference by the way, didn't know you read them."
"Thank you, thank you. And yeah, I read a lot, especially when things got tough with my dad. Kind of an escape, y'know?"
"Yeah . . . Speaking of, how have you been doing at your mom's?"
"Good. Less work, more studying. You'll be happy to know that I've only got a C in one class, the rest are B's."
"Chris that's great! I'm so proud of you." Her beaming smile told Chris she was being sincere. He blushed and looked out the window.
"Thanks Daph."
Daphne grabbed his hand across the table, "Anytime Chris."
A little while later they left the shop and returned to Chris' motorcycle.
"Do you have to work tomorrow?"
"No, but I have to go back to my Dad's place and finish packing up. We can hang out after that if you want, should only take a couple hours."
"Sounds great."
They both climbed on the motorcycle and headed towards Daphne's home. The man had followed them, careful to be unseen. He had been tailing Chris for days now, learning his schedule, waiting for the right time to strike. He had overheard their conversation and saw a golden opportunity present itself. A smile crept onto his face.
'Perfect.'
-Next Day-
Chris approached his old house with dread. So many bad memories . . . He parked his bike in the driveway and went inside. He headed towards the kitchen to start there but was stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder. Chris nearly jumped out of his skin and turned around. A fist slammed into his face and sent him sprawling to the floor. He looked up to see who his attacker was and his face lost all color.
"Dad, wh-what are you doing-"
"Shut up you worthless piece of shit! You're not my son, family doesn't betray each other!"
'He's here? Out of jail? Walking again? How?' These thoughts were tumbling through Chris' mind as he tried to scramble away from his father on hands and knees. He didn't get far.
Roy grabbed his shirt by the collar and threw him across the room. Chris slammed into the wall and fell to the floor, his left shoulder throbbing.
"Please, Dad, I'm sorry, I-" Chris was unable to finish his sentence as Roy grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air. Chris clawed at his fingers, trying to break free.
"Thought I said you ain't my kid anymore. But you never were all that bright. Guess I'll have to beat it into ya."
With that he tossed Chris to the side, into another wall. Roy only smiled when he saw Chris try to crawl away down the hall. He let Chris get close to the bathroom before he grabbed one of his feet and twisted him onto his back. Chris yelped and kicked at Roy trying to get free. Roy just laughed at his attempts until Chris kicked him in the face. Then he was furious.
"How dare you boy! I gave you life and this is how you treat me!"
"Fuck you!"
Roy grabbed his foot again and dragged Chris towards himself. He straddled Chris' waist and held both of his hands above his head. With Roy's other hand he began to pummel Chris' defenseless torso and face.
Chris screamed and yelled and struggled as best he could against Roy's iron grip. He stopped screaming when he felt the breath rush out of him. Chris could feel his ribs cracking under Roy's superhuman punches. His organs weren't doing well either - he could feel nothing but sharp throbbing pain through his abdomen and chest. It was so hard to breath and painful wet coughs wracked his body. Still his father did not stop. Chris just prayed for it all to end. He could feel the darkness coming and welcomed it. He pictured Daphne, wanting her face to be the last thing he saw.
Roy stopped, sensing Chris was no longer there. His fury grew.
"Oh no you don't, boy. You don't get out that easy."
Chris was jolted awake by a sharp slap to the face and could feel himself being dragged. He was too weak to even grasp at the carpet. Roy pulled him into the bathroom and dropped him on the floor. Chris groaned.
"You don't know real pain yet, but you will."
Roy pulled off Chris' shirt and removed his own belt. He kicked Chris to get him onto his stomach. He groaned as the cold tiles met his inflamed skin. He could barely breath and felt like throwing up. Roy folded his belt in half and brought it down on Chris' back once, twice, three times. Chris tried to scream but could only manage a whimper. His flesh burned and tears stung his eyes.
Countless times the belt came down on Chris' back and still Roy's rage was not sated. He removed Chris' pants and boxers to further humiliate and hurt the boy. Roy struck his buttocks and thighs with the belt. There wasn't an inch of untouched skin. Chris sobbed and his nose was running.
"You deserve this you worthless little punk!" Roy snarled.
Chris' sobs wracked his body. He just wanted the pain to stop. He was close to passing out again. Roy stopped whipping him with the belt, looking for further ways to humiliate his son. His eyes caught the mirror and a wicked idea struck him. Roy shattered the mirror with his fist and picked up a large shard that fell into the sink.
He straddled Chris' back and grabbed his hair and pulled back. Roy began hacking at Chris' hair, not caring if he sliced the scalp too. Chunks of hair fell to the floor, blood pouring from each cut, and Chris kept sobbing.
"P-please stop. I-I'm sorry. So s-sorry for what I did. Please D-Dad, please stop."
Roy grinned and leaned down to whisper in Chris' ear.
"Sorry Kiddo, your lesson's not done yet. I'm gonna make sure you never forget this."
He slammed Chris' face into the floor, breaking his nose. His hair was a mess of different lengths with gashes covering his scalp. Roy then turned the mirror shard to Chris' back and began slicing it up with long shallow cuts. He did the same to Chris' buttocks and thighs as well. Chris's body was shivering and he continued to sob and cry out, begging for it to stop.
As a finishing touch Roy carved 'worthless' into Chris' right forearm. He dropped the mirror shard and stood up to give Chris his parting gift. Roy unzipped his pants, pulled out his member and relieved himself all over Chris. Chris screamed and writhed in agony, the warm fluid setting all of his injuries on fire. Roy made sure to miss nothing from head to foot. When finished, he made himself decent and smirked down at his son.
"Hope you learned your lesson well, Kid."
With that, Roy delivered a swift kick to Chris' head. He heard a sickening snap of the boy's neck. Chris went limp and welcomed the oncoming darkness.
Finally satisfied, Roy turned and left.
A/N: I know, I'm a terrible person . . . please forgive my terrible mind. The good news is that this isn't real, just fanfiction. And there will be a new chapter soon! So there's that right? Please review.
-Silver