Past Happenings: Chap. 4
By: hypergirl
No flames saying Justin is OOC, please. Keep in mind, he's only 4. Not much to say except,
hope you enjoy this chapter! Oh, I get a lil bit lazy, not too much but a little bit, with descriptions. Never
been good at those.
Reviewers
Gradual Decline, violent? Me? Never! ^__^ *quickly hides her faithful .22 brownie in her overstuffed
closet* NEwayz, more violence in this chapter (less than in the last one though, I think)! Enjoy!
Katie, yep, you're right. Sir is Odin Lowe (but I wasn't going to let you know that yet), and he never will
call Justin by that name.
Past Happenings: Chap. 4
Justin, wincing, walked over to the sink, and realized he couldn't quite reach the knob to turn the
water on. Painstakingly, he bent down to grab one of the rags. Straightening himself, Justin placed the rag
on the counter. Thinking it would be the sensible thing to do, he walked over to the nearest chair and
pushed it toward the sink. Once he had gotten it there, he crawled onto the chair, it was a considerably
uncomfortable for the boy who had to wait a moment before he could move again. Justin stood on the chair,
and turned the water on. Then, after placing the rag under the waterspout, he wrung it out best he could
with his uninjured hand. Walking over to the corner furthest from the sink, Justin bent down and began
scrubbing the floor. The task that Sir had told him to do was not difficult, but painful. Every time he
stood, or sat, every time he moved it hurt. It didn't hurt as badly at first, however, after continuously
walking from the sink, bending down, walking back to the sink and climbing onto the chair, Justin had to
keep wiping tears from his young eyes. He was tired, hungry and in considerable pain, but he kept
working, knowing the consequence of quitting.
Justin sighed in relief. He was done. Now he could take a quick rest. Easing himself gently into a
chair, he relaxed. Now he wouldn't get in trouble, he had finished what Sir had wanted him to do. He had
done something good. Maybe Sir would let him eat now… Content that he had done what he had been
asked to, he drifted off to sleep.
Justin opened his eyes and looked straight into the face of a rather PO`ed Sir. "I thought you
would have learned by now boy, you don't do anything I don't give you permission to do." He shook his
head and looked at the boy disappointedly, "I let you off easy the first time, too easy I suppose since you
appear to have forgotten the rules. Well, I`ll just have to make sure you don't forget anytime soon this
time, won't I you little brat." Shaking his head mock sadly, Sir reached for the fire poker and swung it
viciously at Justin.
The surprised boy was knocked off his feet as the sharp edge of the poker slammed into his side,
cutting him deeply. He grabbed his side then looked at his fingers, they were covered in blood. Sir smiled
wickedly and brought the poker back to strike him again. Justin cried out in pain when Sir hit him again,
this time slicing across his arm and upper chest. A line of blood appeared across his shirt as Justin clasped
it to his cut. Sir just sneered at him, saying "That hurt didn't it brat, well you'll be hurting plenty more
before I `m through with you. This is just the beginning." Justin scrambled away, trying franticly to avoid
the blows Sir was mercilessly barraging him with. "Oh no you don't, running from your punishment only
makes it that much worse for you boy. Looks like you haven't learned your lesson yet." Whimpering,
Justin curled himself into a ball, protecting his face and stomach, trying to make himself as small as
possible. The blows stopped coming and Justin chanced a glance at Sir, only to be knocked senseless when
the blunt end of the poker smashed into his skull.
Justin groaned and opened his eyes, he was laying in a pool of blood. It took him a moment to
figure out what it was, then the night before came rushing back to him. It was his blood that he sprawled
out in. Pain, of course, was there, waiting for him. It pounced on him, making sure he knew it wouldn't
leave anytime soon. The first beating had been bad enough, but adding this to his already sore body was
agony for the boy. If only he had followed Sir's instructions, then he wouldn't be in so much pain. He lay
there, thinking of how he could have prevented this, until a familiar shadow appeared over him.
Hypergirl: Sorry it's so short, I just wanted to post it today. The part where he grabbed his chest, has
anyone here ever slammed their finger in the door, or cut themselves? Well, whenever that happens, most
people will grab their finger (or whatever they hurt) and hold it as tight as they can. Why? That's your
natural reaction.
By: hypergirl
No flames saying Justin is OOC, please. Keep in mind, he's only 4. Not much to say except,
hope you enjoy this chapter! Oh, I get a lil bit lazy, not too much but a little bit, with descriptions. Never
been good at those.
Reviewers
Gradual Decline, violent? Me? Never! ^__^ *quickly hides her faithful .22 brownie in her overstuffed
closet* NEwayz, more violence in this chapter (less than in the last one though, I think)! Enjoy!
Katie, yep, you're right. Sir is Odin Lowe (but I wasn't going to let you know that yet), and he never will
call Justin by that name.
Past Happenings: Chap. 4
Justin, wincing, walked over to the sink, and realized he couldn't quite reach the knob to turn the
water on. Painstakingly, he bent down to grab one of the rags. Straightening himself, Justin placed the rag
on the counter. Thinking it would be the sensible thing to do, he walked over to the nearest chair and
pushed it toward the sink. Once he had gotten it there, he crawled onto the chair, it was a considerably
uncomfortable for the boy who had to wait a moment before he could move again. Justin stood on the chair,
and turned the water on. Then, after placing the rag under the waterspout, he wrung it out best he could
with his uninjured hand. Walking over to the corner furthest from the sink, Justin bent down and began
scrubbing the floor. The task that Sir had told him to do was not difficult, but painful. Every time he
stood, or sat, every time he moved it hurt. It didn't hurt as badly at first, however, after continuously
walking from the sink, bending down, walking back to the sink and climbing onto the chair, Justin had to
keep wiping tears from his young eyes. He was tired, hungry and in considerable pain, but he kept
working, knowing the consequence of quitting.
Justin sighed in relief. He was done. Now he could take a quick rest. Easing himself gently into a
chair, he relaxed. Now he wouldn't get in trouble, he had finished what Sir had wanted him to do. He had
done something good. Maybe Sir would let him eat now… Content that he had done what he had been
asked to, he drifted off to sleep.
Justin opened his eyes and looked straight into the face of a rather PO`ed Sir. "I thought you
would have learned by now boy, you don't do anything I don't give you permission to do." He shook his
head and looked at the boy disappointedly, "I let you off easy the first time, too easy I suppose since you
appear to have forgotten the rules. Well, I`ll just have to make sure you don't forget anytime soon this
time, won't I you little brat." Shaking his head mock sadly, Sir reached for the fire poker and swung it
viciously at Justin.
The surprised boy was knocked off his feet as the sharp edge of the poker slammed into his side,
cutting him deeply. He grabbed his side then looked at his fingers, they were covered in blood. Sir smiled
wickedly and brought the poker back to strike him again. Justin cried out in pain when Sir hit him again,
this time slicing across his arm and upper chest. A line of blood appeared across his shirt as Justin clasped
it to his cut. Sir just sneered at him, saying "That hurt didn't it brat, well you'll be hurting plenty more
before I `m through with you. This is just the beginning." Justin scrambled away, trying franticly to avoid
the blows Sir was mercilessly barraging him with. "Oh no you don't, running from your punishment only
makes it that much worse for you boy. Looks like you haven't learned your lesson yet." Whimpering,
Justin curled himself into a ball, protecting his face and stomach, trying to make himself as small as
possible. The blows stopped coming and Justin chanced a glance at Sir, only to be knocked senseless when
the blunt end of the poker smashed into his skull.
Justin groaned and opened his eyes, he was laying in a pool of blood. It took him a moment to
figure out what it was, then the night before came rushing back to him. It was his blood that he sprawled
out in. Pain, of course, was there, waiting for him. It pounced on him, making sure he knew it wouldn't
leave anytime soon. The first beating had been bad enough, but adding this to his already sore body was
agony for the boy. If only he had followed Sir's instructions, then he wouldn't be in so much pain. He lay
there, thinking of how he could have prevented this, until a familiar shadow appeared over him.
Hypergirl: Sorry it's so short, I just wanted to post it today. The part where he grabbed his chest, has
anyone here ever slammed their finger in the door, or cut themselves? Well, whenever that happens, most
people will grab their finger (or whatever they hurt) and hold it as tight as they can. Why? That's your
natural reaction.