AN: Hey everyone. Thanx for all the reviews. Im sorry if this ones a little slow starting but I've got sooo much that I want to put into it and when it starts, i doubt it will stop lol. If you're confused or anything, dont worry; all will be revealed in time. Promise!
OK so here's chapter 3. Im sorry if the chapters are short, when i actually wrote this one i didnt focus too much on chapter length so let me know if you want me to put two chapters on one update or not because otherwise I'll carry on updating one at a time. A few are short and a few are long, it just depends which one you get lol.
OK so here's the chapter, this one is from ROXAS' POV.
Enjoy!
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I don't know why I couldn't stop shaking... it was a nice enough day. I had been standing in the exact same position since six o clock this morning and I was in pain. The sun beamed down on my cloak which was the only possession I had left and I clung to it tightly fearful it would get taken away from me.
I knew what was going on... I wasn't stupid. Trex thought I was, the owner, he thought I was thick because I never talked.
Trex had found me lying in the gutter of some street in the pouring rain, shaking very much like how I was now. The short, fat man with black hair had approached me and had looked at me carefully before muttering something under his breath and pulled me roughly by my arm into his carriage, where several other boys and girls sat crying and cuddling each other.
Trex was a vile man, a really nasty piece of work. He took us back to his store. Behind his store, was a massive wall and a hole the shape of a door in it. He ushered all of us inside and we all sat down. You see, if you have a store in the market place, you practically live at the store in order to make sure you were up early and everything else. This was like his room. He smiled at me coyly and handed me a bowl.
"Get this down you boy." He ordered and I took the bowl and eyed it suspiciously. I couldn't remember when I had eaten last; I thought it must have been at least four days ago. But the food looked revolting. It was a light green colour and extremely watery and then he handed me a piece of hard bread to go with it and a glass of water.
Out of politeness I ate it, and then was violently sick afterwards. It was disgusting. He sat beside me.
"What's your name boy?" he asked as he eyed me carefully. I didn't answer. He hit me hard across the back of the head and I fell forwards, whimpering slightly from the blow.
"Didn't you hear me, runt?" he snapped. Still nothing.
Needless to say I never spoke to anybody, and this annoyed Trex greatly. I was his favourite. He stripped me of all my clothes and any other possessions I might have had and instead gave me some brown looking cloak. I thought he must have sold my clothes to other dealers and used the money on himself. He made a habit of trying to talk to me, souly because he knew I wouldn't answer and it gave him the right to smack me one. I didn't care, I was used to it all... from them...
We had one bowl of 'soup' with bread and water a day for breakfast and that would be all. If we weren't standing at the store, we were in the room. The first night was the worse.
My head darted around the place, taking in the entire room and all of the people in it. Trex strutted around the place and lay down the ground rules. Don't talk unless spoken to, don't do anything unless told to, you steal you die. He wasn't shy about it either. On the first night a boy of about eighteen tried to escape and failed. Trex made a spectacle out of him before he beat him to death in front of us all. Everyone around me was screaming and crying and huddling together, petrified of what might happen next.
Afterwards, when it was lights out; we were all instructed to lie on the ground front to back with each other. It felt uncomfortable having to sleep in between people, but I noticed afterwards that it helped a lot to keep warm. We weren't given clothes to wear so the thought that we were lying naked like salmons in a tin was quite unsettling. But we each had our cloak to cover us.
After a few weeks, I found I couldn't sleep on the end. I hated it. I needed to have someone sleep beside me, it became like a comfort sort of thing and I didn't like it being any other way.
Not that Trex made any part of the experience enjoyable or likeable. I hated it there. But I'd been to worse places... but that's another story for a later date.
Trex never once offered to take us to the river for a wash and I felt horrible. Other children had insects crawling on them, flies and spiders and beetles and it made me cringe. How could they just sit there and watch as the bugs tried to make nests in their hair and bury under their skin. It was sickening. I felt itchy just watching.
But that was all I did. I watched. I watched and I saw everything. It was all I'd ever known to do. Ever since I could remember I had been in this sort of situation or one much worse. In my eyes, living with Trex and the other boys and girls was almost like a sanctuary... almost.
At least here I was guaranteed a meal a day, at least here I was guaranteed
some shelter at night. Sure I might have been smacked around on an almost daily basis but I was used to that.
After the first month, a girl tried to escape. Trex liked to make a show of people who 'misbehaved' and this girl was no exception. When he caught her, he ripped off her cloak and beat her for a while. Then, to make things even worse, he raped her. I closed my eyes and turned my head as she let out wails of pain and he laughed uncontrollably. I felt physically sick. When he had finished, he beat her to within an inch of her life and then shoved her into his carriage and rode away.
We never saw her again.
I can only assume that he left her on the streets. Naked and without any money or food to prove a point to her. Or maybe he just killed her and dumped her body in a ditch somewhere. Who knows?
The point I'm trying to get at is, I hated Trex but I was grateful for what he offered me here. Like I said before, it was like a five star hotel compared to what I had to endure before.
So I was trembling. I was shaking so bad that my back and stomach hurt and my legs were hurting me from standing so long without moving. I passed time by any means possible. I day dreamed, I counted sheep, I counted how many people walked past the store, I did everything. But the one thing I did try to do, which seemed to make time fly a lot, was try to remember.
I had the worst memory ever. I knew that I hadn't always been this way. I knew in my heart of hearts that I wasn't born into this life like this. But I couldn't remember anything before it. My earliest memory was when I was at that place, with those people... I tried to block out those memories as much as I could. But I knew in order to remember before it, I'd have to think back to the earliest memory first. But I couldn't, it was all too painful.
And when I tried to think, all the memories came flooding back and I had to do everything possible not to break down and cry. Why couldn't I remember? Did I have a mom? A dad? A brother or sister? Did I have friends? Did I lead a normal life before all this?
I couldn't remember and I'll admit it, it got to me. It made me sad.
I was brought back to reality when I heard footsteps over the loud calls of dealers trying to sell their stock and faint cries and whimpers of younger children as they were brought and sold and dragged off to their doom. There was someone at the store... and they were walking slowly.
I could tell by the steps alone that it was a man. I had gotten a gift and a kind of sixth sense on numerous things. The footsteps got louder and I tried to do everything possible to calm myself down. If truth be told, whenever someone came near the store, I panicked. I didn't want to leave this place. This place was the best thing I had ever known and if I had to leave, I could fall into something much worse again. I didn't want that. I bit my lip and tried to stop myself from whimpering and crying as the man stood in front of me and stopped.
Please keep walking, please keep walking... I all but begged. It seemed he stood there for half an hour at least, his eyes burning into me. Please don't... please...
I heard him click his fingers and out of habit, I jumped from fright. I was so used to Trex coming up behind me and slapping me one or shouting suddenly that my nerves were in miniscule pieces. I heard Trex come over and then heard the man's voice. It was nothing like what I expected. It was smooth but cold and firm, yet there was something about it. I felt myself shiver slightly and I found myself wanting to hear more of his voice, it was like music to my ears.
"What's the story with this one?" he asked Trex and I felt my whole body stiffen slightly. No, not me move along! You've got plenty here to choose from! Why me?
"Ah, I found him roaming the streets of some run down town... don't really know much about him myself. Think he's a mute." Trex replied; always the gentleman in front of the buyers. I hated him.
If people knew half the stuff he got up to they would hate him too. I felt sure of it.
"He doesn't talk?" more from the mysterious man. He seemed a little shocked but he hid it well. I closed my eyes. Yes, I can't talk, no use to you if I can't talk, now, go away!
"Hasn't said a word since I found him. Don't even know his name." I hoped and prayed that this would make the man move along, but he just seemed more curious.
He decided he wanted me and I felt my heart drop. They agreed on $1000 for me, after a very minute disagreement which the man overcame very easily. His voice had turned hard and cold and it was no longer music to my ears... he had a very scary voice when he was angry and I wasn't sure I liked it. I nearly peed myself there and then.
"Oi, boy! This gentleman has claimed you... take a look at your master." I refused to flinch as Trex boomed down my ear and tried to scare me even more. Please don't let him take me... let him change his mind and see some other kid that he prefers. But that wasn't my luck.
I wavered slightly when Trex told me to look at him. I had played this game before. They tell you to look at them and when you do, you earn yourself a solid crack round the head for doing so. 'Never look me in the eyes you piece of shit.' I believe those where their exact words. Not from Trex, from the others... like I said, another story.
I slowly began to lift my head but changed my mind and never looked at the man. I wasn't sure if I wanted to. This angered Trex and I was certain I would be getting another savage beating for it. He began shouting and I tensed my body, waiting for impact.
"I think... that will be quite enough. Leave the boy be." I must admit, I wasn't expecting that. I heard a rustling of notes and knew the deal had been sealed. This was it. My life was over.
He took me back to his car and tried to talk to me on the way to wherever it was we were going but I refused to reply. Don't talk to me. Please just take me back. I wanted to tell him that I wasn't happy with this and that I wanted him to take me back to Trex but I knew I would never in my life seriously contemplate it. but it was fun to toy with the idea.
He took me inside and I was shocked by the vastness of the place. Even though my eyes were glued to the floor, from the front door to what appeared to be a library of sorts was 856 steps! Wow.
The man instructed me to stay stood in the center of the room while he talked to a friend of his called Demyx. I really do listen and watch too much.
Then he stood in front of me again and watched me. I was still shaking.
"Let me get a good look at you kid." He stated a kind tone in his voice. I closed my eyes and slowly lifted my head upright for the first time since waking up and, petrified of what I might see, I slowly opened my eyes.
The man stood before me. His expression softened as his eyes locked onto mine. His eyes. They were the palest green I had ever seen in my life, almost like the colour of mint or jade. And his hair, unruly and the brightest red, like fire, spiked back in no particular fashion. He wore a long black cape and black jeans and I knew (from staring at my feet and glimpsing his at the stand) that he wore black shoes too. Rockport's I think.
He had a small marking under each of his green eyes, and looked like he wore a little make up; eyeliner that spread out past the eye to give him an almost 'cat-eyed' look.
He was beautiful.
He smiled at me slightly but I continued to stare; unsure of the man's motives and completely unsettled by the whole situation.
"Well, well, well... aren't you just the cutest." He told me and he held his hand to my cheek. Instinctively I flew across the other side of the room, expecting a smack for looking him in the eyes and my mind went into overdrive with panic. My eyes darted about the room.
Books, tables, chairs... where's the door??? I was panicking; I could feel my heart pound my chests and I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. So many books.... so many...
"Hey, hey... it's OK. I'm not gonna hurt you kid." That voice. The soothing one. I felt my body relax almost instantly, not really listening to the words but just listening to the voice. I didn't hear the words at all... just the sound he made. I heard him start approaching me and I felt sick.
He's angry... he's just gotta be angry. I'm in trouble. Better make it easier on yourself. I slowly dropped to my knees, my hands still clutching the cloth covering my body and I leaned forward, bending my head. I braced myself, ready for the smack to come, the kick, the punch, the stick, whatever it was I was ready for it.
Come on don't wait, I hate waiting for it just do it already and get it over with! I got mad at the man. Why wasn't he doing it already!?
"OK... come on, get up." The man sounded just as confused as I was... but nevertheless, I wasted no time in following his instructions and he led me out of the room.
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So, now you've learned a little more on Roxas' background. There is so much more to find out about both Roxas and Axel so dont worry. If you've read my other stories then you'll know I'm hardly lacking when it comes to description. And i like making things crystal clear too so.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed it!
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