imma say all the words inside my head
I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh
The way that things have been, oh-ooh
Second thing second
Don't you tell me what you think that I can be
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh
The master of my sea, oh-ooh
I was broken from a young age
Taking my soul into the masses
Write down my poems for the few
That looked at me Took to me, shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heart ache from the pain
Take up my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the...Pain!-
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He was mocked.
after years of assholes.
nothing-NOTHING ever changes.
some piss poor pot head looking jerk apparently drew a picture of him.
looking like a total retard, making fun of his chip tooth.
the 16 year old held his anger. but that picture made it around school. he was mockery. and the sad thing was? Lester was nice to him. he made a group of bullies fuck off, he gave him his lunch money when the kid didn't have enough. he befriended him. and this is his way of repaying him? why?
and thats what he wanted to know. why? but further investigation it all came to one single thing. POPULARITY. Because he was always mocked for the way he looked. and not only that, they knew he was a child of incest. and this kid, this peter who he took under his wing to protect him from the assholes that fester in the school...this...betrayal would not go unpunished!
"PETER!"
Lester yelled out. as he approached the shaggy teen. he turned and saw lester. and ran. lester chased. pissed like that of a dragon who found out his treasure at been plunder.
Peter ran as best as he could do. he tripped and fell, picked himself and ran. but lester was fast. despite his chubby form. he was a force to be wreckend with!
-You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer
Pain!
Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from...
Pain!-
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer-
peter dropped down face first when a fist of iron hit the back of his dirty blonde hair. lester reached and picked him up and ram him against the fence. peter choked out pleading with him.
"wai-wait!"
lester grab his hair and pressed the side of his face against the iron fence.
"No. don't beg. just accept you're fate!"
peter sobbed.
"i'm sorry!"
lester sneered.
"you should be."
-Third things third
Send a prayer to the ones up above
All the hate that you've heard has turned your spirit to a dove, oh ooh
Your spirit up above, oh ooh
I was choking in the crowd
Building my rain up in the cloud
Falling like ashes to the ground
Hoping my feelings, they would drown
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited
Till it broke open and rained down
And rained down, like...pain!-
lester turned him around and swung across the boy's cheek. a heavy thud was heard. the boy went down but lester picked him up again, and socked him across the other side of his cheek. the boy, the offender, the betrayer. staggered back. lester punched him in the gut.
peter fell to his knees in pain. lester crackled his knuckles. the anger, the pain. what was life good for when your kindness was met with a spit in the face? what was the point of being a good person when people like peter go behind your back and mock you?
-You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer
Pain!
Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from...
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer-
peter held his hands up waiting for the next blow. lester stared at him. he knew he would become like THEM. they all did. he protected peter, defended him, did what a friend should do for a friend...even lugosi wouldn't betray him, or larry, or any of his siblings. more trust worthy than strangers like this one. he grab and pulled his hair forcing his head back.
"stay the FUCK away from me."
he spat in peter's face.
-Last things last
By the grace of the fire and the flames
You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh ooh
The blood in my veins, oh ooh
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited
Till it broke open and rained down
And rained down, like...-
peter took it. in hopes lester would leave. lester stepped back. peter's heart pounded. but he relaxed. before seeing red and stars and a surging pain. lester kicked him in the chin. peter's mouth bled. a tooth or two fell loose. and he fell back holding his mouth in pain.
"LESTER!"
Lester whipped around and lamis stood there. with shock on her face. and disappointment. she walked over to him. pausing and saw peter. she glanced at him and slapped lester across the face.
-Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer
Pain!
Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from...
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer-
"what the fuck is wrong with you! you've become the bullies you hated, lester!"
lester stood and breathed hard and pointed at peter.
"he made a mockery of me by drawing me in a most hulimating way! the whole school is talking about it, they're making fun of me!"
lamis glared and hissed.
"grow up!"
she walked over to peter and stooped. she chewed the inside of her mouth.
"...are you going to betray me too?"
lamis turned and glared.
"fuck you, lester. i'm tired of you being a cry baby. all because your mom doesn't give you attention."
lester jerked. like she pulled the trigger. lamis's eyes widen ever so slowly. she hit below the belt. she was...just so tired of lester picking fights with everyone. hell, he tased a girl by the pussy. her name was celeste. a fat lesbian girl with blue dye hair. she was making fun of their father, saying he was a child molester.
and while lamis would beat her ass too. the fact he tase her in the crotch was too much. lester turned and walked off. lamis turned her head and saw peter whimpering in pain. he reached for her. lamis's face became cold. she seen the picture. it was all over school. instead of helping the shaggy looking kid, she kicked him in the ribs. he groan and began to sob.
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Lincoln paced back and forth. he stood by the window and stared.
"i can't look at you right now. if i do i'll fucking kill you."
lamis came clean in telling what lester did. lester could go to juvie, or worse. the boy's parents haven't called. maybe the kid named peter was too chicken shit to tell. regardless lester over stepped the line.
"what's wrong with you..."
he asked. lester bowed his head. his hands gripping his pants angrily.
"is it because of me?"
he questioned.
"no. it's you're mother. it's always you're mother."
he turned and stared at lester. lamis looked away. she could tell the boiling pot was going to steam. her father got ugly when he got mad.. she regret telling on lester. her own boyfriend.
"but that's no excuse for being an asshole. lester!"
he slam his hands on the coffee table. both young ones flinched.
"what does it take to set you straight?"
lester grind his teeth.
"..he drew a picture of me, making me look like a mongoloid retard!"
his voice raised. lincoln glared. sighed and bowed his head. scratching his head. shaking it back and forth.
"your letting them win."
lester stood up.
"shut up!"
lincoln frown. his boy actually stood up and moved towards him.
"lester!"
lamis said with alarm. lester was nose to nose with his dad. well. lester was short. but still...
"...your gonna hit me?"
lincoln dared.
"you think you can take me on?"
he growled.
"go on and hit me. see where this goes."
lamis stood up and tried to stop this.
"lester, don't! he isn't the one-"
"...i see he's over reacting from his emotions."
lester's eyes ripped away and moved towards the new person in the room. lisa loud.
"that's his problem. he allowed his emotions take control over simple logic."
lisa sighed scratching her head. lester's attention was now on her.
"and because of that, he's dating your daughter."
lester's blood was sizzling.
"At least she loves me, and that's more you ever give father!"
lincoln placed a hand on his shoulder.
"son.."
lester jerked his shoulder and stomp towards her.
"you don't live him, and you don't love me!"
lisa stared at him with a blank face. and blinked.
"i do-"
"bullshit!"
lincoln walked towards them fast.
"you think i'm a mistake! admit it!"
"poppycock."
lester was seething with anger.
"i hate you..."
his voice strained.
"i hate everything about you."
lisa didn't phase at all.
"this is just your teenage hormones at work, you don't me-"
SLAP.
lisa's face turned to the side. her bangs waved in the air. her glasses fell off her face. the look of shock. lincoln grab lester's wrist. lester flinched. and turned his head to meet the fearsome look of his father...he fucked up. majorly.
"you...disgusting..."
lincoln snarled.
"how DARE YOU!"
he twist lester's wrist. lester flinched in pain.
"she's you're mother!"
lester rebelled.
"no she..isn't!"
lincoln was turning red.
"THAT DOESN'T MATTER! YOU DO NOT HIT A LADY!"
Lester tried to jerk his hand away. but his father was far too powerful.
"you think this isn't a big deal...but what if you get angry with lamis huh? are you going to smack her around like a rag doll too?"
lester shook his head violently.
"i would never!"
"keep this up, Lester Loyd loud! keep this up, and you'll end up driving her away, you've already started to make me regret that-"
lamis grab his shoulders.
"daddy, don't! you know how you get when your mad, you say things you don't mean! please don't! i don't want you guys fighting!"
lester's anger seem to stop, and go down in an instant.
and just like that, calm sanity restored. he looked at his father. then his mother who was slowly picking up her glasses. ... in his anger he took it out on the wrong people. again. sensing this lincoln let go of his wrist. he turned and begin to speak.
"mom..i'm sorry i-"
she turned her shoulder at him. and begin to walk.
"mom...i implore i'm sorry...i-"
lisa's voice came out like a grumbling hiss.
"I Have no son!"
Lester sagged as he stood. his eyes slowly looked down at the ground at his feet. shame. he was so ashamed. all because of some ratty looking shaggy looking pot head smoking little bastard got the best of him. he was the type of loser who only became popular with fan art of a cartoon show, surrounding himself with artists who would gladly suck his cock and balls
and act like he was some sort of god. he knew. and he knew it was his father's tv show. no one truly knew his father was that creator. but the point was his father was right. he let them win.
he turned to face his dad. and lamis. and he felt...embarrassed. he felt...dirty. he shuffled to his dad. he trembled. he gazed up. lincoln crossed his arms and raised his head up. like king kong did to that blonde in that scene of the 2005 remake. yup. he fucked up.
"...please forgive me.."
he twist the button up shirt. his head kept down. he swallowed hard.
"i'm not the one you should apologizes too."
Lester nodded his lips tighten.
"...i'm just...so..tired of being a punching bag."
his eyes shift to the side.
"that doesn't excuse you."
lester clenched his teeth.
"it's not easy putting up with it, dad!"
lincoln pointed at stairs.
"go see your mother. say your sorry. now."
he looked at him, then at lamis. lamis looked away...shamed of her boyfriend and the way he's been acting. he knew now that in this moment in his life he...wasn't her favorite at the moment. and his father...he must regret his existence. he turned heel and he walked up the stairs
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down the hall and into a room where it was once leni and lori's room. lisa took over it and turn it into a science room. within it, looked like something out of the old black and white Frankenstein movies.
lisa was writing things down when lester cleared his throat. lisa paused and turned her head and stared at her son. they stared down at each other. you could hear the good, the bad, and the ugly final duel theme play somewhere in the background.
"...what do you want?"
lester swallowed and walked over to her.
"I'm sorry for hitting you"
she raised a hand and flipped him off.
"i mean it!"
she swirled in her seat and got up and walked over to him. she was shorter than him. but she had the eyes of a hawk ready to cut your face! she slapped him hard and lester took it.
"and i meant what i said now get out of my lab!"
stand still. lester didn't have any anger left. and he turned to leave when suddenly there was a large sound. both lester and lisa turned to a cage. that cage was broken.
"...oh no."
lisa whispered and rushed to it. then looked around... lester cocked a brow. then he caught something in his eye. something ran past to his left, beakers fell. and crashed. lisa turned to grab her gun from her drawer. only to stop and realized it was open.
"..lester get out of the room-"
lester turned. he didn't know why but he felt something bad was going to happen. but he stopped when he saw the most fucked up thing he saw in his life. there stood was a cat...attached to a spider monkey's body.
"what the fuck..."
it held the band gun.
"mrrrowlll...ack!"
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
Lisa cursed under her breath and ran to side and reached under the desk to pull out a shot gun. the creature turned and fired, narrowly missing lisa. lester leap and hid behind the bed. lisa ran and took cover behind a desk. shots rang out. the creature meowed mixed with monkey cries. it shot randomly. lisa breathed out then popped out and started firing like Sarah connor from terminator. the monkey-cat leap and fired back. lisa took cover. the mokey cat sense it was in danger.
then he saw the window. and pointed at the window. and fired shots breaking the glass. then drop the gun and ran forward. lisa saw what it was doing and popped out and fired. but she only managed to shoot off the end of it's tail. it cried out. and leap out the window. lisa chased after it. seeing it run down the street. dammit.
"dammit!"
suddenly the door burst wide open and Lincoln came in as did Luna and lamis.
"what the hell's going on!"
lisa turned and hid the shot gun and had a squiggly nervous lying smile.
"...nothhhiiing..."
Lester crawled out from under the bed, shaking.
"..wha..what the hell was t-that mom?!"
he asked looking at her mother.
"what in god's name was that catmonkey!?"
luna and lincoln and lamis stared at lisa.
"...i...attached a cat's head to a spider-monkey's body."
silence.
Lincoln face palm.
"oh god...lisa what the fuck..."
Lester didn't want to say sorry to his 'mother' fuck that. her mother was bat shit crazy. fuck that. she created a milk drinking, banana eating horror monster. maybe it was a good thing lisa said he wasn't her son. cause right now? he rather be someone else's. like luna.
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to be continued.
