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Okay, okay I feel sort of like B.B. now, I mean just laughing for no reason! Oh, who am I kidding? I'm laughing cause here is an update to this story, which I'm really starting to like. It may be updated later on.
Warnings: Abuse, rape, foul language, painful moments, BB violence and Mello commando action in later chappies! Oh, and here is more Near abuse!
He hit his head several times and landed in an uncomfortable position once he hit the bottom of the stairs. He froze every muscle in his body. Near was afraid, but hoped that pretending to be dead would save him. He heard the heavy footsteps as they descended down the stairs. He then felt a boot nudge his back. He didn't move an inch. Near held in a gasp that threatened to expose him whilst the boot continued to nudge him.
Finally the steel-toed boot kicked him, it took all his being to keep quiet. It was so hard for him to keep his mouth shut. The pain, needless to say, was very bad.
He suddenly felt his body being lifted from the floor. He wanted to whimper, to gasp, but he kept silent. Near however was unable to do so when he was taken and thrown onto the kitchen floor, which had broken glass scattered about just about everywhere. He howled and wailed in pain as glass cut his feet and his back and his sides. There weren't any deep cuts, but enough blood came out of the cuts and scrapes to make red spots on his white pajamas and on the kitchen floor and on some of the glass. A boot collided with his stomach forcing blood up his throat and out the corner of his mouth.
He almost screamed when his father punched him in his side. Pain came in massive waves that were just about unbearable, but the boy was able to withstand it, as he was not as delicate as he appeared to be. His father chuckled cruelly as he struck Near's back.
The pain ceased for like five seconds.
Near whimpered as a powerful hand grabbed his hair, once more, and slammed his small body roughly against a wall. Near let out choked gasps each time his father pulled him backwards and slammed him back into the wall, but after he stopped; the boy shook as he prepared for the blows that were sure to come. Near knew that if he continued to exist, after what was happening to him was over, he'd be horribly bruised later.
"No!" the small boy wailed. "Stop please!"
"Shut up!" his father snapped. "You don't deserve to live, you useless little brat!"
Near sobbed as he was shoved to the ground and then straddled. "No!"
He was smacked in the mouth. Near tasted blood.
"I said shut up you little insect!" the elder snarled. "Now, be still, or I'll kill you."
"P-please…." The small boy whimpered as his pants were pulled down.
No one heard the loud cries of pain and pleasure as the poor boy was molested and raped.
Afterwards, he was redressed and beaten until he was on the brink of unconsciousness.
"Damn pussy." His father hissed as he spat on his son's face pitilessly.
The little, white fluff ball held back a whimper as he was kicked roughly. The cruelty wasn't new, but the suddenly numb feeling was new. He wondered if it was death. He hoped so. Death would be a mercy if it meant he didn't have to feel pain anymore. He didn't like pain. Not at all.
After a few minutes or so the front door slammed shut leaving the small boy wounded and emotionally (as well as mentally) scarred. Near had known, without question, in the beginning, when he was grabbed upstairs; that it was his father who'd be the one to attack and hurt him, yet he never thought that there was something worse than a beating…or that he'd experience what that worse thing was. He whimpered as he forced himself to his feet and walked unsteadily to his room. He crawled under his bed sobbing. He hurt so much. He wished that the pain would stop; the pain was mostly in his backside. Near curled up into a ball as his sobs became strident. The worst thing that had to have happened during the whole process was that he sort of liked it.
He hated himself. His insides felt yucky and his eyes were sore and his flesh felt filthy and his ears wouldn't stop twitching with wariness and his tail drooped lifelessly between his legs in as much pain as his backside was. Near felt ashamed, dirty and afraid.
He wanted to be fearless and try to ignore all of his thoughts. Near wanted to ignore all of his pain, but he couldn't stop his sobbing. He couldn't stop all the dreadful thoughts he had directed towards himself. Near was disgusted, and also bewildered by the sounds he made while he was raped. He had mewled and moaned and gasped and whimpered and whined and panted, even though he truly didn't want to. Near responded to the jeering and insults that were tossed at him while he was raped by making some of those sounds.
His father seemed to drink the sounds in and enjoy them.
Near asked himself millions of questions, but couldn't answer any of them. He could just think of what his father had done to him. His father had laughed at him and made the small boy bleed. Near was ashamed that he didn't put up a better resistance and had let his father do those appalling things to him. Near made an effort to push all the pain and shame his body, heart and mind felt aside.
He succeeded, but didn't stop weeping.
After a few hours Near silenced himself as a gunshot sounded from outside his home. Near lay motionless and alone. A day or two passed by, but Near refused to move from where he hid, not only was he still in horrible pain, but he was cagey and terrified of what'd happen. He wasn't about to die after all he'd been through. The only time he'd actually left was when he tried to stand without any trouble and when he ran to the kitchen for a drink of water, but after five or ten seconds he turned tail and ran back to his hiding place remembering what had occurred there.
His shame rushed back and he cried. His ears twitched on a few occasions when he was sure someone was going to murder him but nobody ever did. All was deathly silent. Perhaps, that frightened him more than anything his fatehr had done to him, no, not more, but just enough to make him hope he was alone. After a while he learnt that he was indeed alone. Near wasn't going to take any risks, though.
The smell of his mother's rotting corpse and smell of what had been done to him lingered in the air and it kept him awake and alert most hours of the day. Near only slept when he was unable to keep his eyes open. He felt stressed and fatigued, maybe even a tiny bit paranoid, but he didn't make a single sound or unconscious movement. Near wondered what would happen to him if he were to run.
Just run away from his house.
Run away from his life.
The thought was satisfying, but Near knew that nobody would want him. He was impure, and a freak of nature. Everyone shunned freaks of nature and being an impure freak was worse than if he were a regular one. People wouldn't understand him. Normal people would try to kill him. Beat him and loathe him, just like his parents. He was unacceptable, flawed, disgusting and utterly insignificant.
Being shunned wasn't Near's biggest concern despite the fact that he wanted friends and a family that loved him for being him. He worried about his life. He wondered how long he'd live. Near remembered a picture he'd seen of a four-legged chicken in a book about genetic alterations and mutations. The book said that the chicken only lived for a few months after hatching before it died because of its extra, unnatural appendages.
Near was more than a few months old.
So did that mean his lifespan was only going to be a few more years?
No, he'd have already died if it were only a few years. Near laid his cheek against the cool, dusty wood floor as he pondered about his lifespan. He dropped the thought as he wondered if anyone would care if he were to die. He critically doubted it, but it was calming to think that someone, if anyone would care if he were to die in his current state.
He trembled as his heart begun to ache, tears made their way down his pale cheeks, and onto the floor as he thought of himself dead, alone and forgotten, his body decaying but nobody caring. Nobody would care if he died. He was just some freak who'd be better off dead and deserved to suffer for simply existing.
Near whined feeling a sharp pain as something bit his hand.
It was a small tan colored mouse. He swatted it away and watched as it scampered out of his room squeaking in alarm. Near looked to his hand, which had a thin trickle of blood going down it. Near crawled from beneath the bed. He needed to get a band-aid and some medicine on the bite. He didn't want to get sick from the mouse bite, even though he had other injuries that could've gotten, without difficulty, infected and killed him.
He made his way back upstairs wavering as he passed his parents' room. Near saw his mother's corpse. Pale flesh had rotted off and some of her sliver skull was revealed. Her eye sockets were empty. Maggots were on her body eating away at her.
Near shuddered.
It'd already been a week and her body was decomposing as slowly as possible it seemed. Near sighed and rushed to the bathroom. He found some medication and band-aids, but they were old and had mold growing on them. Near looked where he was bitten and saw that the skin around the bite was swelling and turning a bluish-purple color.
Near decided that he'd ignore it as he had ignored his other injuries and headed back for his room. He collapsed halfway there and fell unconscious outside his bedroom. He woke up late at night...or maybe it was early in the morning…he wasn't sure. Near felt something prickly, warm and moving close to his right arm. His gray eyes widened when he saw three fat, black rats were gnawing on his arm and white sleeve.
Near yelped from shock, terror and pain all mixed in one frightened sound. He smacked one away with his good hand and watched as the others retreated in fear. The one he'd smacked aside leapt at him and bit into his shoulder. He felt it scratch his left cheek and claw at his hands as he tried to pull it off him. Near finally pried the evil little beast off him and tossed it at a wall with a jolt of sudden energy.
The rat's skull split open. Fresh crimson red blood seeped out forming a small puddle on the floor. Near stared at it with disgust reminded of when he was made to bleed. Tears brimmed his eyes at the memory, but he wiped them from his eyes. He scanned his surroundings for any more rats or mice, but saw none.
All was dark and silent and all of his air smelt of death, sex and decay.
Near made it under his bed feeling his tail twitch with anxiety. His left ear laid flat on his head as he kept his guard up for anymore rats or mice. They were wretched little animals that fed off almost anything, not caring if it were still alive or dead as long as it was helpless they'd eat it. Near didn't like the thought of being considered helpless by such a grotesque creature. The small boy felt his heart as well as his tail twitch with emotion as he realized he was no better than rat food. No, he was worse than that. He was food for maggots and any other worm that wanted him. He looked to the bite marks and was sure that they were going to kill him for sure. They were already causing his skin to swell slightly and become sore as they bled. Near sighed as he made it back to his hiding place.
He fell asleep after a short while.
The next day, he built up enough nerve and appetite to get him something to eat. He did his best to avoid the glass, which was scattered about on the kitchen floor. Near was revolted by the stale aroma of sex and decay that were blended as one in the kitchen. Near quickly found that the vermin had eaten almost everything, but they left some meat in the freezer alone. He got out some fish that hadn't been touched by the pests and fried it for about thirty to forty or so minutes before he consumed it hungrily.
It didn't satisfy him completely though. His tummy was still empty and rumbling for more food. Near's ears laid themselves flat on his head as he held his plump, little stomach. He heard the squeaking of rats hiding beneath the fridge. His primordial survival instincts told him to hunt and eat the rats, but his rational side told him that it as a repulsive idea that should just be ignored because rats had diseases and were gross.
Guess what side was stronger?
No need for guessing whenever you're starving and need nourishment badly. He caught a rat, but as soon as he cooked and tasted it he spat it out. He almost forgot the entire eating rats idea. It was gross, yet he couldn't stop. He ate up to four or so of the vermin, but ended up feeling sick. His rational side seemed to smile and say 'told you so' when he started to feel dizzy. He left the rats' partially eaten bodies lying on the kitchen floor.
He vomited his 'food' back up not long after he left the kitchen and collapsed at the bottom of the stairs. Near shivered feeling chilled. He was tired and wanted sleep more than anything else in the world. But he wished for death more than his desire for sleep. He staggered back to his room and crawled beneath his bed weeping until he fell asleep. It was a dreamless sleep, yet it was also a peaceful one that he didn't want to wake from, but he did.
Near woke early the next morning hearing strange sounds.
He thought he heard voices. Different voices, but why would there be voices unless there were other people? What was their business there?
His ears perked up as someone shouted something outside the house. The front door unexpectedly creaked open with startling speed, then shut loudly and heavy footsteps made Near quiver in both fear and pain. The footsteps headed up the stairs. He heard different sounds, screams of surprise, revolt, confusion and anger Near was sure that he also heard someone vomiting and another person gagging.
A woman's voice came from the kitchen.