Chapter 4: The past of Byron Dorusi
Disclaimer: YO, SHAKESPEARE!
William Shakespeare: Doest thou call upon me, budding young writer?
Me: Yes I did, Willy, I don't want to do the disclaimer, so you do it for me.
WS: What is this "disclaimer" of which thou speaketh?
Me: Just read this. (Hands Shakespeare a paper)
WS: "Flameshadowwolf does not own Doctor Slump? It belongs to Akena Toryama?"
Me: That's "Akira Toriyama" medieval dork.
WS: Righteth, of course, young scholar. "Also she doest not own me or any other historical figure?" What doest thou mean, young one?
Me: It means, nothing! Just read it, play write.
WS: But that's all there is, worker of tomorrow.
Me: This is the longest disclaimer I've ever seen.
Remember when I said we'd focus on Byron later? WAAAAAAY back in chapter 3? Well, if you don't, read it again. I'm starting the story.
School had just let out and Byron Dorusi was walking home, alone. He got home and no one was there. Mom was at work, Dad left when he was five, older brother was who knows where, and the cat was on the couch sleeping. "I'm home." Said Byron to himself.
He did his homework, watched TV, fed the cat, went to his room, and slept. A good half hour later, the storm came in and woke him up. He loved the rain, but loved thunder and lightning even more. The howling wind, the pouring rain, the flashes of lightning, the rumble of the thunder. It was all so depressing, and he liked it that way. During storms, he enjoyed writing poems and stories. Dark poems with hidden meanings. Depressing stories with at least one death. He writes because, on a sub-consious level, what happened nine years ago.
(Back flash)
It was an ordinary day at school, little Byron walking home from school, happy and wearing a smile on his face. When he got home, however, that look faded as soon as he opened the door. He opened the door and saw his mom and dad fighting, again, but something was different. He saw his 3-year-old sister on the floor, almost dead, and six bottles of beer on the floor, empty. His parents didn't notice him come in, so he left, shut the door very soft, and RAN to his neighbors house to dial 911 (I'm making it the same in here, big deal!). He called for the police and an ambulance. About five minutes later, the police and the ambulance came to his house, the police took his dad, and the ambulance took his sister. He went to his house and asked his mom what happened. His mom said that the babysitter couldn't make it and his dad stayed to watch her but he found the beer and a gun. A week later, his mom and dad went to court. His mom said that his sister died in the hospital and Byron's dad was charged with murder. Byron never saw his dad again.
(Flash to now)
Byron was working on his next story when the power went out. Since Byron still has his Voltage powers, he turned on the lights in his room, finished his story, and went downstairs to get something to eat. As he was eating his food, he began to question why he was a hero. Sure he had a gift, but he could use it for evil, so, why good? Believe it or not, Byron still had a heart. He didn't show it often, but it was there. One of those times was now. He decided to give power back to the town and sit down next to Owjiko, the cat to watch TV. In the next couple of hours, he fell asleep without a sound.
I think that the rating just went up with this chapter, but I needed to put in a reason for Byron to be a little rude for a couple chapters. If you like it, review! And if you don't, leave!
