Chapter Seven: Mercy, Severity
Mother of creation wait
Embrace the souls of a lost world
Carry them away
Darkness, negative, receptive
Pour firmament between our waters
Separate the space
Mother of destruction wait with a belt of skulls strap me down
And send the ship away,
Progress with the process
Mine the souls from their casts
Pour, form, and reshape
~Mudvayne
*****
Meditating.
It was never something he'd been all that fond of, but right now he needed to find some sort of serenity.
Taking a deep breath, resisting the urge to do that annoying, yet eerily
_[piss-your-pants scary]_
calming hum as he sat Indian-style, hands on his knees.
Behind his closed eyes the black was forced into the background by exploding colors. Whoever said that if you closed your eyes you could imagine a scene was lying. All he saw was fireworks.
He continued to breathe deeply, trying to whisk the fear that had been pounded into his heart like a nail - rusty and covered with dry grime - set into him near permanently by that look . . .
God, that look had been plaguing him, flashing over and over in his mind. He was sure that if it had a voice, it would be screaming at him, voice screeching, the vocal chords letting him know they were half decayed.
_[like himself]_
He felt dead most of the time.
Dead. and afraid.
Logan scared him. Logan and his strong stature, his muscles, and deep voice rippling from his throat.
Those claws that he could extract and retract by mere will . . . nobody would know he had them until . . . until he showed them.
Out of rage.
But it wasn't Logan that had scared him with that look.
Deep breath.
Exhale. Shaky.
In fact, it hadn't even been until today that the look had really hit him; which was surprising, considering he'd received it yesterday.
At least now he knew what that thought that had been plaguing the back of his mind had been.
He got up after peeking at the clock:
5: 37, the red light next to the PM blaring.
He and Neona had decided on six for him to come over.
At least, anyway he'd
_[that look... oh god I know that look... he wants to... dear Jesus I won't let him... who does he think... he isn't fooling me... he doesn't even care... oh god GET AWAY!]_
be away from him.
Dainton Gabriel Hazard was afraid.
Deeply afraid and
_[madly in lust]_
horrified by Scott Summers.
***
England.
That glorious place across the Atlantic Ocean. To some, she supposed, it was a rather sort of paradise. It was prettier than this place called Bayville, she knew that much, if you shrugged off the crowded streets and dirty foggy air.
Yet, still, the thought haunted her, ate away at her.
Her father - no, her foster father, for his sperm wasn't the one that had helped create her - had become the worst drunk she's ever had the displeasure of meeting.
After her... mother... had died, it had only gotten worse.
He had stopped going to work, heaven forbid the idea of that slob showing up the way he was, and stayed and drank.
And cursed.
He had been so angry, still was she suspected, if she thought she knew him well enough.
Marie McCann had died from a severe form of heart disease, it killed her slowly and painfully. It was just as hard on her husband, James, as it had been on her.
When that day had come...
Sometimes, she knew this was completely irrational because her abilities didn't allow that, she could have sworn she felt his presence when he grew nearer.
When she had been on the run, just last year when she had been twelve, his presence felt like it was always right behind her, ready to swoop down and cage her up like some sort of wild animal.
While he was drunk, like most people are, he wasn't all that right in his mind. He did things, things she knew he wouldn't do if he hadn't been doing the Bad Thing.
He abused her, physically. But the mental abuse he put her through was ten times worse than any beating he could bestow upon her.
What had made her snap, made her say 'screw this' and run away?
He had taken advantage of his daughter, his daughter, stole her innocence when every other father out in this half-assed world was trying to protect their daughters from exactly that, from any man.
James McCann had
_[Daddy? Daddy what are you doing? Daddy, no! Please, God, Dad no, don't do this... you don't want to do... I know you don't really... daddy get OFF of me daddy let me go! DADDY GET THE HELL OFF ME!]_
raped his daughter.
He made her bleed. He made her sore. He made her hurt, all over on the outside and inside.
Her powers had manifested when she was running, making her pass out from the exertion.
She woke up in the hospital, his face grinning above hers.
Damn the police. She now knew they weren't any good at all.
And, then, she saw a person who in her mind had become the Savior, Jesus Christ.
His name was Charles Xavier, and he looked like the most wonderful thing on the world to her when he showed up on her doorstep.
Her father had been away... she went with him, and his cohorts.
Now, instead of feeling that peace she'd felt when she first saw them, now she was abiding in fear once more.
She sensed his presence, coming ever nearer to her.
But he was in England, so far, far away from her.
***
Everybody has their demons.
And like Lauren, Ryan Archer's personal demon was his father.
Thankfully, his father hadn't abused him sexually.
No, just physically.
He hadn't seen the outside world for three consecutive years until he'd been able to escape.
Once his mutation kicked into effect, his father - the bastard - had locked him up in his room, having called it his 'haven against the real humans'.
Haven his ass.
It was in that room where everything went down.
He'd always assumed his father had researched the beatings from the library or online, the torture methods they had used in the 15th century.
He had scars everywhere on his body, some pink and fading, some others still fresh and raw, and some were purple.
When the last straw had been pulled, Ryan lost it.
He attacked the man who helped birth him, and ran away. Ran to the streets, broken and bleeding - the laceration in his stomach slowing him down greatly - he had made his way to the Mansion.
Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children. Now, that was his real haven.
He'd read about it in the newspaper, wanting desperately to be able to escape to the large house - an institute.
His father...
His father had tried to nail...
He took a breath, shaky and shallow. He rolled over on his bed to lay flat on his stomach. Closing his eyes, he replayed it over and over in his mind, even though he knew he'd never forget it.
His father had brought a cross into his room, nails and a hammer, a large slender knife attached through his belt loop.
Then, he'd grabbed Ryan, and slit a gash through his side - reminiscent of what Ceasar's guards had done unto Jesus before crucifying him.
And then, while Ryan's vision was blurry and hazy due to the pain, he'd lifted him up, trying to nail him to the cross.
Ryan came to his senses as he felt the nail being pressed up against an open palm, and he went into action.
He broke his arm during the struggle, and the gash in his side grew worse, but he managed to get out of the house and traveled to Xavier's.
Ryan took another shaky breath, and fell into uneasy sleep.
It was 5:58.
-End Chapter Seven`
*****
Yay. A quick update, and I LIKE this chapter. Wow. Be amazed, folks, be amazed. Le sigh.
Critique/Review!
Love and Peace -Holly
REVIEW REPLIES:
roguephoenix: I have NO idea what I'm going to do for the prank. Any ideas? I hope I did an okay job with Ryan's past. I read his Bio for five whole minutes. I'm so proud of myself. ^-^
Sphinx29: Pysch is EXACTLY like my Bio class. LoL, what a co-eenky-deenk. Oh, inspiration. THANK you for critiquing. Yeah, I didn't think Lance would, but I figured, oh, with all these new people invading his space, he's bound to get cranky. It'll pass, though.
sycommansonboy: LoL, yes I used Lucca. He'll be in here plenty, I promise.
cheeky-bear07: Turtles are cool. Raphael is my favorite. I like Lauren just the way she is, she'll be fun to work with considering her background and all. Sweet.
TigerStorm: Thank god you saved the OCs. You have GOT to put it back up, you MUST. I await an updation.
Dee Saylors: Oh, you're having one of those days. Man, I miss those. Damn my school peers. Le sigh. An update... that isn't so short!
HEY! HEY I'M NOT DONE YET! I'VE GOT *PAIRINGS* YO!
Oh man, they've been in my notebook for *years* it seems like, and I meant to put these up a LONG-ass time ago. *sigh*
Pairings:
1) Lynx and Tabby
2) Mike and Jean
3) Abigail and Todd
4) Lauren with an Interactive Crush on Pietro (plenty of flirting, promise)
5) Keely and Pietro
6) Denise and Kurt
7) Neona and Lance
8) Dainton and Scott (told ya there'd be slash. I can't WAIT to get real interaction between those two...)
Mother of creation wait
Embrace the souls of a lost world
Carry them away
Darkness, negative, receptive
Pour firmament between our waters
Separate the space
Mother of destruction wait with a belt of skulls strap me down
And send the ship away,
Progress with the process
Mine the souls from their casts
Pour, form, and reshape
~Mudvayne
*****
Meditating.
It was never something he'd been all that fond of, but right now he needed to find some sort of serenity.
Taking a deep breath, resisting the urge to do that annoying, yet eerily
_[piss-your-pants scary]_
calming hum as he sat Indian-style, hands on his knees.
Behind his closed eyes the black was forced into the background by exploding colors. Whoever said that if you closed your eyes you could imagine a scene was lying. All he saw was fireworks.
He continued to breathe deeply, trying to whisk the fear that had been pounded into his heart like a nail - rusty and covered with dry grime - set into him near permanently by that look . . .
God, that look had been plaguing him, flashing over and over in his mind. He was sure that if it had a voice, it would be screaming at him, voice screeching, the vocal chords letting him know they were half decayed.
_[like himself]_
He felt dead most of the time.
Dead. and afraid.
Logan scared him. Logan and his strong stature, his muscles, and deep voice rippling from his throat.
Those claws that he could extract and retract by mere will . . . nobody would know he had them until . . . until he showed them.
Out of rage.
But it wasn't Logan that had scared him with that look.
Deep breath.
Exhale. Shaky.
In fact, it hadn't even been until today that the look had really hit him; which was surprising, considering he'd received it yesterday.
At least now he knew what that thought that had been plaguing the back of his mind had been.
He got up after peeking at the clock:
5: 37, the red light next to the PM blaring.
He and Neona had decided on six for him to come over.
At least, anyway he'd
_[that look... oh god I know that look... he wants to... dear Jesus I won't let him... who does he think... he isn't fooling me... he doesn't even care... oh god GET AWAY!]_
be away from him.
Dainton Gabriel Hazard was afraid.
Deeply afraid and
_[madly in lust]_
horrified by Scott Summers.
***
England.
That glorious place across the Atlantic Ocean. To some, she supposed, it was a rather sort of paradise. It was prettier than this place called Bayville, she knew that much, if you shrugged off the crowded streets and dirty foggy air.
Yet, still, the thought haunted her, ate away at her.
Her father - no, her foster father, for his sperm wasn't the one that had helped create her - had become the worst drunk she's ever had the displeasure of meeting.
After her... mother... had died, it had only gotten worse.
He had stopped going to work, heaven forbid the idea of that slob showing up the way he was, and stayed and drank.
And cursed.
He had been so angry, still was she suspected, if she thought she knew him well enough.
Marie McCann had died from a severe form of heart disease, it killed her slowly and painfully. It was just as hard on her husband, James, as it had been on her.
When that day had come...
Sometimes, she knew this was completely irrational because her abilities didn't allow that, she could have sworn she felt his presence when he grew nearer.
When she had been on the run, just last year when she had been twelve, his presence felt like it was always right behind her, ready to swoop down and cage her up like some sort of wild animal.
While he was drunk, like most people are, he wasn't all that right in his mind. He did things, things she knew he wouldn't do if he hadn't been doing the Bad Thing.
He abused her, physically. But the mental abuse he put her through was ten times worse than any beating he could bestow upon her.
What had made her snap, made her say 'screw this' and run away?
He had taken advantage of his daughter, his daughter, stole her innocence when every other father out in this half-assed world was trying to protect their daughters from exactly that, from any man.
James McCann had
_[Daddy? Daddy what are you doing? Daddy, no! Please, God, Dad no, don't do this... you don't want to do... I know you don't really... daddy get OFF of me daddy let me go! DADDY GET THE HELL OFF ME!]_
raped his daughter.
He made her bleed. He made her sore. He made her hurt, all over on the outside and inside.
Her powers had manifested when she was running, making her pass out from the exertion.
She woke up in the hospital, his face grinning above hers.
Damn the police. She now knew they weren't any good at all.
And, then, she saw a person who in her mind had become the Savior, Jesus Christ.
His name was Charles Xavier, and he looked like the most wonderful thing on the world to her when he showed up on her doorstep.
Her father had been away... she went with him, and his cohorts.
Now, instead of feeling that peace she'd felt when she first saw them, now she was abiding in fear once more.
She sensed his presence, coming ever nearer to her.
But he was in England, so far, far away from her.
***
Everybody has their demons.
And like Lauren, Ryan Archer's personal demon was his father.
Thankfully, his father hadn't abused him sexually.
No, just physically.
He hadn't seen the outside world for three consecutive years until he'd been able to escape.
Once his mutation kicked into effect, his father - the bastard - had locked him up in his room, having called it his 'haven against the real humans'.
Haven his ass.
It was in that room where everything went down.
He'd always assumed his father had researched the beatings from the library or online, the torture methods they had used in the 15th century.
He had scars everywhere on his body, some pink and fading, some others still fresh and raw, and some were purple.
When the last straw had been pulled, Ryan lost it.
He attacked the man who helped birth him, and ran away. Ran to the streets, broken and bleeding - the laceration in his stomach slowing him down greatly - he had made his way to the Mansion.
Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children. Now, that was his real haven.
He'd read about it in the newspaper, wanting desperately to be able to escape to the large house - an institute.
His father...
His father had tried to nail...
He took a breath, shaky and shallow. He rolled over on his bed to lay flat on his stomach. Closing his eyes, he replayed it over and over in his mind, even though he knew he'd never forget it.
His father had brought a cross into his room, nails and a hammer, a large slender knife attached through his belt loop.
Then, he'd grabbed Ryan, and slit a gash through his side - reminiscent of what Ceasar's guards had done unto Jesus before crucifying him.
And then, while Ryan's vision was blurry and hazy due to the pain, he'd lifted him up, trying to nail him to the cross.
Ryan came to his senses as he felt the nail being pressed up against an open palm, and he went into action.
He broke his arm during the struggle, and the gash in his side grew worse, but he managed to get out of the house and traveled to Xavier's.
Ryan took another shaky breath, and fell into uneasy sleep.
It was 5:58.
-End Chapter Seven`
*****
Yay. A quick update, and I LIKE this chapter. Wow. Be amazed, folks, be amazed. Le sigh.
Critique/Review!
Love and Peace -Holly
REVIEW REPLIES:
roguephoenix: I have NO idea what I'm going to do for the prank. Any ideas? I hope I did an okay job with Ryan's past. I read his Bio for five whole minutes. I'm so proud of myself. ^-^
Sphinx29: Pysch is EXACTLY like my Bio class. LoL, what a co-eenky-deenk. Oh, inspiration. THANK you for critiquing. Yeah, I didn't think Lance would, but I figured, oh, with all these new people invading his space, he's bound to get cranky. It'll pass, though.
sycommansonboy: LoL, yes I used Lucca. He'll be in here plenty, I promise.
cheeky-bear07: Turtles are cool. Raphael is my favorite. I like Lauren just the way she is, she'll be fun to work with considering her background and all. Sweet.
TigerStorm: Thank god you saved the OCs. You have GOT to put it back up, you MUST. I await an updation.
Dee Saylors: Oh, you're having one of those days. Man, I miss those. Damn my school peers. Le sigh. An update... that isn't so short!
HEY! HEY I'M NOT DONE YET! I'VE GOT *PAIRINGS* YO!
Oh man, they've been in my notebook for *years* it seems like, and I meant to put these up a LONG-ass time ago. *sigh*
Pairings:
1) Lynx and Tabby
2) Mike and Jean
3) Abigail and Todd
4) Lauren with an Interactive Crush on Pietro (plenty of flirting, promise)
5) Keely and Pietro
6) Denise and Kurt
7) Neona and Lance
8) Dainton and Scott (told ya there'd be slash. I can't WAIT to get real interaction between those two...)