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Forgive the bad language. Wally's a cranky boy...
The reason I cuss so much in Wally's POV thingies is so that I can get into his character better.
It wouldn't feel like I was writing about an angry teenaged boy unless I said things that I think an angry teenaged boy would say. XP
Laurie43- How do I come up with idea's so quickly? ... ... ... Hmmm goood question. They hit me in epiphanies really (If you've ever seen House it's kind of like that only his are quiet epiphanies that make him realize what is wrong with a patient and mine are exploding things when I come up with an idea because I get excited about it...) Honestly a lot of the time I think of ideas and they float around in my head and I think, hey, that'd be cool and just sit down and do it. :3 He found his dad in the parent's bedroom, he just didn't go and look because the first part of his shock wore off. (He was in shock pretty much the entire time through that chapter)
Numbeh 013- Thank you, here's your update! -hands-
sstoons3425- Thank you! I'm glad you think it was a good start, I worked hard on that first chapter :3
evemiliana- Because they thought he betrayed them? I know, poor guy, that's why he's such a grump when he's a teenager.
super ario- It's really weird but I really like dark fanficiton. I don't know why, maybe it's the emotion. Anyways, yeah, it's a lot darker than the Cat series that's for sure. We'll see who he meets in his future...
child who is cool- Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Yeah, it was sad but I really wanted to do a story with a LOT of emotion in it. XP Here you go.
Chapter Two- Night Fable
Fifteen year old Wallabee Beetles frowned at the world outside of the car window. For several reasons. One, it was his old hometown. Two, that wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that his parents had been murdered here. Three, he didn't remember having any friends in his hometown so he wasn't super attached to it in the first place. Four, dick-head Collin wasn't letting him drive the damn car.
He was a better driver than that prick would ever be. He could kick his ass if he wanted to too. Wally cracked his knuckles ominously in the backseat. Oh, make that FIVE, he had to sit in the damn backseat. Of HIS car. He earned the money for it, he paid for it, it was HIS, as far as Wally was concerned.
Who the hell cared if he had a drivers license or not? Needless to say, Cleveland hadn't made a very good first impression on him. Or would that be second impression, technically, since he used to live here before he moved in with Phil?
Phil was one of his dad's old friends, from the wild dies of youth he had had. (His father had wild days of youth? Wally had hardly believed that bit.) Phil didn't have the greatest reputation, but Wally didn't give a rat's ass what most people thought of the man. Yeah, he wasn't what you'd call cleanly. Yeah, he didn't seem to give a shit what the kids in his house did. Wally didn't care, because at least he had a rough over his head. And a fairly good deal with Phil.
He was fifty, his hair was peppered with gray and balding near the top. Other than that it was a dark brown color. He was very tan (being a guy who enjoyed working out doors) and had a bit of a beer gut. Usually Wally saw him wearing jeans and a plaid shirt. He was from Montana, and really valued hard work. Oh, and he always seemed to have just a little bit of scruff on his jaw.
Collin was Phil's son. Twenty-three years old and about as easy to get along with as a rabid wolverine. Wally hated his guts, and Collin hated him. Probably because Phil treated Wally better than he treated Collin. That was because Collin wouldn't get off his boney ass and WORK though.
Collin brought the word 'weasel' into Wally's mind whenever he saw him...okay, not weasel, 'dick', but stiiilll. He was fit enough, but his face had a narrow look to it that made him think of somebody who thought they were better than everyone else. (Which Collin did so...) He had brown hair that Wally was pretty sure he never washed. Everything about him was dirty, and his teeth were yellow on account of the chewing tobacco and cigarrettes he liked so much.
Wally had learned that if you want to live in life, you better damn well be ready to work for it.
"Co-owning." Collin practically spit the tobacco he was chewing at the windshield. Wally scowled, he hated the shit. It was disgusting, and to be honest with you, not at ALL attractive. "I can't believe that I have to CO-own it."
Wally smirked. The reason they were moving back into the good ol' homestead (this being very sarcastic) was that Phil had landed an awesome deal on a run down old place. Wally had spent all summer travelling here and building the place practically from scratch. Collin hadn't done a thing. So when the time came for handing the deed over Phil gave them a surprise. It was to be owned by both Collin AND Wally. Wally hated the idea of working with Collin, but he had just as much power as that dick would have.
In other words, Colling wasn't going to be sitting on his little ass while Wally did all the work. Not if he wanted to get his cut of forty-percent. (Each got forty-percent, as twenty-percent went to utilities. Wally didn't care much for math, but even he'd work it out to keep from getting robbed blind from Collin.)
"At least I have a freakin' high-school diploma. What do you have, dropout? STD's?" Collin sneered, Wally flipped him that lovely universal symbol that angry car drivers so love to use. "Damn you, do you WANT me to kick your ass?"
"Ah'd ask ya the same thing...if Ah could tell the difference between your ass and your face." Wally snarled back, Collin slammed on the brakes and Wally didn't react except to give him a smirk. This clearly pissed Collin off, as he looked ready to leap into the back seat and strangle the life out of Wally.
"That's enough son, how old do you think you are? Besides, you'd just embarass yourself." Phil chuckled dryly and gave Wally a wink. Collin seethed at this and slunk down.
Normally Wally would have found it unfair, the idea of Phil treating him better than Collin. He would, but he didn't because Collin had basically proved a thousand times over that he was a coward and a jack-ass who wouldn't do the work he should have done in life. In fact, Collin was doing him a favor by handing over that Night Club. Well, part of that Night Club.
"Fine, just tell that little ass back there to knock his shit off." Collin snapped, Wally rolled his eyes and leaned back against the seat he was in to watch the scenary of downtown Cleveland flash by. He wished he could say he had memories of this place, but his childhood was a spotty slideshow of things he barely remembered.
Collin slammed on the breaks again (making Wally grimace a little) as they pulled in front of the place. His eyes narrowed, and Wally could have sworn he was ready to spit, "Black Fable?"
"Eh, it's alroight." Wally said, jumping out of his car and surveying it slightly. It wasn't too impressive, old and beat up, but he still didn't want Collin dinging it up or anything like that. He didn't particularly like the name of the club himself, but wasn't about to agree on ANYTHING with Collin.
"I think it's got a mysterious allure to it." Phil said, he had picked the name himself and the fifty year-old was beaming at the building like it was his baby. Wally couldn't help but feel a stirring of pride for it too. He'd worked all summer on the damn thing, he better feel SOME pride. "Kids these days are into that dark stuff anyways, what with that vampire hype."
"So pretty much we've got a club that'll attract goths." Collin said, as if the thought disgusted him. Wally hardly knew why. Collin didn't know any goths personally, it was terribly ignorant to judge a group of people just because they noticed the darker side of life. Then again, Collin wasn't exactly understanding.
"No, it's not only the goth kids that are into that stuff these days." Phil said, though he sounded more amused than a lot of adults did when they talked about the vampire stuff. Wally didn't much care for it himself, he had never been a reader and he didn't like blowing his money on movies.
"There's an apartment for you Collin, down stairs. It's sound-proof. Wally you've got the upstairs, since you worked on the place so hard." Phil explained, he handed Wally a set of keys and the boy felt a small smile light up his face for a moment. "Treat her right, you guys are co-owners in MY world. In other words, I can fire both of your asses if I see fit. It's yours, but it's mine, got it?"
"Got it." Wally replied, and dove for his duffel bag in the trunk. "Come on Collin, get ya ass in gear!"
"Oh-ho, how freakin' mature." Collin replied back as Wally took off up the stairs. Wally's room had already been filled with boxes of his stuff. He'd have to thank Phil for that later, he didn't have to haul anything. He didn't bother unpacking, just tossed his duffel bag on the old mattress and looked out the window.
Pretty nice view, how many kids his age got to live downtown? In a club no less. There was a knock on his door and he turned to see Phil leaning against the frame with a card in his hand. Wally tipped his head to the side and walked over. "Hey kid, you like it?"
"Yeah." Wally said, with a quick shrug of his shoulders. He cast a curious glance at the card, "What's tha?"
"That." Phil said, with a slightly mischevious grin, "Is your fake ID, can't have you getting kicked out of your own club. Now I KNOW it says twenty-one kid, and you know I don't mind if you drink in moderation but I don't want to hear about you getting your ass hammered got it? Don't worry about getting caught or something, I doubt you'll ever even have to use it, except to drive. You're tall though, I think you can pull it off..."
"Thanks!" Wally said it, and it was one of those times that he actually really meant it, "So Ah can droive?"
"Yeah kid, you know how to drive better than any of the kids here I'm sure." Phil replied with a chuckle. Wally nodded his head and as Phil walked away he punched his fist into the air. "You can have your Olds, Collin'll have to use mine until he earns enough cash to get his own. Oh, and Wally?"
"Yup?" Wally said, catching the note in his foster's mouth. The man hesitated for a heartbeat before rumbling lightly.
"Find some friends kid, it's unhealthy for you to desocialize as much as you do. When was the last time you talked to somebody your age? Four, five years?" Phil looked at him with slightly nervous blue eyes, and Wally found himself sullenly glaring at the floor. The man sighed, and Wally fell back on his bed.
Still, he respected Phil. He'd try to find somebody to hang with.
Wally frowned as he walked aimlessly through the town. Aimlessly, because he honestly had no freakin' clue where the hell he was going. Some little kids spotted him down the street, and instead of just playing like normal kids usually did they stopped and GLARED at him. Like his very existance was something they detested.
How quaint.
Aren't they supposed to be in school or something? Wally thought, when he was a kid he HATED school. Everything in it, at first it was just because he never got that stuff. When he DID start understanding it was about three years too late, and he decided to drop out anyways. Not really because school involved thinking anymore (He'd figured out that if you actually listened to what the teacher said in class, you ACTUALLY knew what everyone else did, how cool was that?) it was more because of the fact that school meant there were kids. Peers. They ALWAYS wanted to know what his deal was. How come you hardly smile, why do you hang out alone, what's with the orange hoodie, why aren't your parents here?
Too many questions, too little patience. Wally didn't want to put up with it, and he got his G.E.D. anyways. Sure he wouldn't get high paying jobs in his life (except now, since he had the Black Fable) but he would earn enough to live. He was capable of living. More capable than most of the kids his age anyways.
So it was while wandering aimlessly through the alley that he found them. It was completely by accident, and when he reflected on it later he realized that if he had been just a little later he would have probably been killed. Still, the teen just ducked into a place that looked like a side-yard and found himself near an old warehouse.
There was a red couch outside, it wasn't impressive or anything like that. Tattered and beat-up, and sitting on it was some black-haired kid that seemed to be fiddling with a video game of some sort. Wally kicked over an empty beer bottle and the kid's head snapped up. He was scrawny, probably around Wally's age, with hazel-brown eyes. The kid was wearing some black t-shirt and baggy jeans. He couldn't make out the writing on it, because it was pretty worn.
"Hello there!" The boy said, flashing a friendly smile that totally caught Wally off guard.
"Uh...er...hoi." Wally said, the boy stood up and walked over to him. Shorter than Wally, then again Wally was pretty tall for his age, something that had almost magically happened the summer he turned fourteen. The boy was friendly, overly friendly pretty much in fact.
"Nice to meet you, you kind of accidentally found this place didn't you? I'm Samuel, Samuel Havoc. It's nice to meet ya..." The boy was grinning and moving his hands in a motion that said Wally needed to fill in the blank here.
"Wally." Wally said shortly. Samuel grinned at him cheerfully and pulled a bottle of Coke out from seemingly nowhere. Wally blinked and took it from him with a half-dazed expression on his face.
"You new here?" Samuel asked, going back to the couch and gesturing to an open box of pizza, "Help yourself."
"Thanks...erm, yeah, sorta." Wally said.
"You sound foreign, you from out of the states or something?" Samuel gave him another friendly smile and Wally found himself wondering who the hell this kid was. He certainly had no qualms with meeting new people. Not that Wally minded. If he really wanted to make friends he was pretty sure he'd like Samuel.
"Mah folks were from Australia but weh moved to the States." Wally explained, "They doied foive years ago."
"Oh, too bad." Samuel said, and Wally was so surprised that he couldn't even hit him. The boy said it in the way that somebody mentioned their petunia's dying or something. Like it hardly mattered, "Sorry, didn't mean it like that. I know how you feel, gah, okay, so I don't know how you feel. That is...my sister and mom both got killed in a car accident a few years ago. My dad and I don't get along well so...I just don't like when people say sorry about things that aren't their fault."
"Oh." Wally said, and took a bite of the pizza. It was good. "Ah just moved back, own the new night club downtown..."
"Night Fable? Sweeet! Hey, maybe I'll drop in sometime and see you!" The boy cast a casual glance at his watch and added, "Mmmm, you better be going soon. I'll bring you around here some time when the other guys are around. They'd probably like you."
So one instant he was sitting cross-legged on the ground and the next he was standing in the alley again. The boy would have thought the whole thing some wild dream made out of his imagination if it weren't for the bottle of Coke in his hand. And the pizza. Wally shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the sign above the door. He almost laughed out loud when he saw it, something he hadn't noticed before. A symbol of a snake with fangs dripping with venom, and the word Fangs.
End of chapter two.
Who are the Fangs?
Well, I KNOW, and you can probably guess.
Or not. Who knows?
I luffles Samuel -cuddles-
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