Hello everyone,
I'm back with another chapter. Actually, I had this chapter written like a month ago, but I just got my lovely computer working again. Wow, this story has over 1,000 hits! (but only has like 14 reviews) I want to thank everyone for their continued support of this story; it really means a lot to me. Please review.
Thanks again,
Ris
Note: This chapter alludes to child abuse. You are warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men: Evolution.
Not every family is picture perfect…
The yelling, booming voices, the sobbing tears, the slamming of doors, the crash of bottles and plates and anything else in reach are what the young boy hears daily, like a sick and twisted lullaby. The shaking of the entire house as their fights carried on. The little boy stayed in the corner of the closet safely hidden away from the fighting of his parents. He only emerged when he knew it was safe, he had learned his lesson from before. If he wasn't safely hidden his parents would find him. Sometimes he was the cause of their yelling and fights and sometimes he would end up with a new scratch or a new bruise if he wasn't fast enough to get away. He only got hit when he was the cause of the argument and didn't hide fast enough. They tell him it is his fault. He is young and child logic twists and contorts their meaning. He can see the bruises and the cuts, he can fallow his veins. In school they talked about fault lines in the earth. He starts to think that since it is his fault, these lines must be his fault lines. His home would always be wrecked worse than normal after one of his parents' fights. Furniture would end up overturned, objects would be broken, glass would have cascaded across the floor, and often there would be a new hole in a wall. It looked exactly like the aftermath of an earthquake. The boy grew up quick because he grew up in a rough environment. He never understood why his dad was always so angry. His mother didn't have the time to coddle him; she was just as bad a parent as his father. It wasn't a safe home, but it was still his home.
As he aged, he learned not to bother his parents with his silly kid problems when they had grown up problems. Where was the next meal coming from? How were they going to pay that bill? The house always had the lingering fog a cigarettes and the stench of beer and garbage. One day a person came to his house and talked his parents and then told him, he didn't have to stay here anymore. They packed his bags and the next thing he knew he was being put into one car while his parents were put into another. He didn't realize it than, but that would be the last time he ever saw them.
The boy developed anger issues, like father like son. He would become so angry, anything could trigger it. Every time he became furious he would also develop a horrible headache. They had no cause for this, they could find no reason that this happened. They claimed that his headaches were caused by raised blood pressure from his anger problems. He didn't want to be angry; he wanted to be with his parents back in his house with the broken front door. He decided, when he was older, that he wouldn't become his father. He doesn't know it now, but it will be a hard and trying journey with a lot of mistakes paving the way.
The headaches get worse as he grows year after year, just as his anger gets worse. He throws things, he punches walls, and he breaks things, just like mommy and daddy. Being like his parents angers him more and the cycle just continues. It is one day like every other day of his miserable existence that he is more furious than he has ever felt. He can't even remember what triggered it this time, but he's so livid all he can remember is his parents' fights and the aftermath of the house. He feels a small tremor and as his anger grows so does the shaking; everyone is scrambling to protect themselves from the sudden earthquake. He blacks out and doesn't even know what happened. It will take many times like this for him to realize he is causing it, and even more time to understand how to cause it. He doesn't care that he was gifted with something destructive, after all destruction is the only thing he ever knew.
He's fractured and he doesn't know how to fix it…
Once again, thank you. Did anyone notice my secret hint last chapter? The name of Todd's frog, it is a special name. I apologize that this chapter is still dark. I promise that I have one that is really funny coming up. I'm working on it, it makes me chuckle while I'm working on the details so I'm sure you will get a laugh out of it. I do take request for characters, but I will tell you now that I will not do a few characters. I won't say who exactly right now, but just be aware of this fact. I appreciate any and all feedback so please let me know what you think.
Ris
Dear S.G :
Thanks for your continued support.
Ch. 8. I loved what you said about Star light star bright. I wish it was just that easy to gain powers. It would help to have the X-gene too.
Ch. 9. I'm sorry that it got away. I recently found one climbing up the sliding door of my house. I named him Le Frog, I let him go on his own way though.