Past Happenings: Chap. 5
By: hypergirl
Look, I finally got to get back on the computer! I skip ahead in this part, Justin is now 6. Sorry,
I'm not very good at typing anything that doesn't involve some type of action, descriptions bore me and
conversations make it difficult to keep everyone in character. Besides, it would get rather dull if I just kept
telling you about Justin's beatings. I have two ways I'm currently thinking of finishing this. And you get
to choose how it ends. I can either 1. Have a building fall on Odin and Justin/Heero meet Dr. J a day or two
afterwards. Or I can 2. Make the adoption people take Justin/Heero away where Dr. J adopts him and have
Odin imprisoned. It's your choice, tell me what you want to happen!
DISCLAIMER: I take the 5th. I know my rights.
Reviewers
Katie, I have *smiles evilly* plans for Sir/Odin. Don't worry, he'll get what's coming to him, eventually.
Of course, I might leave room for a sequel…
Sky, glad to see it hasn't gotten worse to you. I really don't like how chap 4 turned out, it was supposed to
be longer.
Gradual Decline, one of my friends was the one who told me he was OOC (by E-mail). Needless to say I
got just a TAD angry with them. Hope you had a nice nap!
Heero, glad y` think it's good.
Past Happenings: Chap. 5
Justin opened his eyes wearily he was prepared for the pain. It never failed to come, pain was
something he had come to live with. Something he had to live with. He was older now, but he was still
almost as small as he had been when he had first met Odin. No wonder Odin made Justin call him Sir. If
that had been Justin's name, he would want to be called Sir. Justin almost smiled, almost. He hadn't
laughed since, well, he couldn't remember the last time he had laughed. There wasn't anything to laugh
about, nothing to talk about either. Justin usually refrained from talking since his efforts to make
conversation were generally rewarded with a cuff to his head. But sometimes, he wanted to hear others,
wanted to listen to what they had to say, wanted to know what they knew. Sighing, Justin stood up and
staggered to the bathroom to clean up.
As usual, he was up before Odin and was expected to make breakfast, one of the many things he
was expected to do. He had many responsibilities for one so young, but he got them all accomplished
swiftly and efficiently. It was amazing what you could do with the correct motivation and in this case the
motivation was good enough for him to do his best at each task assigned to him. Wincing from his beating
last night, he climbed up onto a chair so he could reach the pancake mix. He absently got the other
ingredients from the shelf next to the one he had gotten the mix from, and began to mix the batter. He got
down from the chair to get the pan, thinking. Something Odin had told him yesterday kept distracting him.
Odin had told him that he would be going to school the month after next.
He was curious of why Odin was sending him to school. He hadn't asked, and Odin`s excuse of
him needing an education seemed doubtful. He didn't complain though, it would be nice to see other
people and leave the house he rarely set foot out of. He was very excited just thinking about it. The chance
to meet new people. Maybe he would even make some friends! He heard heavy footsteps walking down
the hall and turned to face Odin.
Justin barely had time to register that Odin`s fist was rapidly moving toward his face before it hit
him. He stumbled backward, hitting the edge of the counter. He winced as the sharp edge rammed into
his already bruised back. As he looked up, he noticed how murderous Odin appeared this morning. He
was frightened, and not knowing what else to do he struggled to get away. Breaking free of Odin`s grip, he
sprinted toward the door. Ignoring the fact that his shoulder slammed into the doorframe, Justin ran as if
his life depended on it, and, judging by Odin`s face, it probably did. He had seen Odin angry before, he had
seen him in his worst moods, but the look he had been wearing was not like any other that Justin had ever
seen. For a moment, he had been sure he was done for.
He ran, and ran, until he was exhausted. He didn't care where he was running to, he just had to
get away from Odin. As tired as he was, the boy forced himself to continue running. That was all that
mattered. He had to keep going, because if he didn't, Odin would catch him. Justin knew he would be in
for it if Odin caught him, so he kept going. He ran through the streets, ran past the people who were
staring at him. One thought continued to turn over in his mind. Get away from Odin, the further away the
better. So he kept going.
Eventually, his body went out on him. Crumpling under him, he went limp. He was still
conscious, he just couldn't move. He lied there for some time, still. Then, suddenly, he rose. His legs
were shaking violently under him, but he could stand. Making an extreme effort, he walked until he found
a tree. Curling up beneath it, he was soon fast asleep.
He woke early in the morning, shivering from the cold. Hugging his knees to his chest, Justin
took time to think about what he had done. There was no way he could go back to Odin, not that he wanted
to, but if Odin found him… Justin shivered as he thought of what would happen to him if that happened.
He needed some food, but had no money, which meant he had to beg. Sighing, he stood up and stretched
his tight muscles. He needed to get to work.
Justin quickly learned that homeless people, even boys as young as himself, were scorned by the
general public. No one paid attention to him, a small lost boy who wanted nothing more than some spare
change. For two days he begged for food, money, anything, but no one cared. Each night he returned to
his tree, hungry. But he preferred the first two days, to what happened on the third.
He began the day as he had the other two, got up early and walked to a busy city street. He
noticed that a man seemed to be following him, but when he turned to get a better look at him, he
disappeared. Justin supposed that he had been imagining it and continued as usual. Without warning, he
was grabbed roughly from behind. "I spent some valuable time looking for you brat. You're coming back
home." A familiar voice hissed into his ear. Justin was petrified; this was not a good thing. Odin dragged
him to his car, which had been parked a block over, and shoved him in. He was in deep, and he knew it.
There was no telling what Odin would do to him, he had never done something this bad before. They were
both silent on the car ride to Odin`s house.
Once they arrived, Justin walked in slowly, in no hurry to face his punishment. Once they were
in, Odin shut and locked the front door. Then, grabbing a broken glass bottle, Odin advanced on Justin,
saying, "You stay still boy. It'll be over quicker if you don't try to get away." Justin obediently stood
still, knowing that what Odin said was true. Odin drew his arm back and smashed the bottle into Justin's
arm. The boy was knocked down sideways. "Stand up, brat." Commanded Odin. Justin obeyed, getting to
his feet. Odin eyed the blood dripping down the boy's arm and smiled. "I bet you don't like having to go
through this. Here, I`ll make this get over with more rapidly, for you." Odin brought the glass bottle, now
dripping with red blood, over his head and brought it smashing down on Justin's head. The boy slipped to
the floor, bleeding and unconscious.
Hypergirl: I would have written more, but I felt I needed to get this out today. Sorry it took so long, I have
too many things to do. The next chapter shouldn't take as long, but I'm not promising anything since I
don't control the days I get to use the computer. I have many other stories I am currently working on, some
are posted, some aren't. The story that gets the most reviews per chapter will be the one I work on. Please
REVIEW!!
By: hypergirl
Look, I finally got to get back on the computer! I skip ahead in this part, Justin is now 6. Sorry,
I'm not very good at typing anything that doesn't involve some type of action, descriptions bore me and
conversations make it difficult to keep everyone in character. Besides, it would get rather dull if I just kept
telling you about Justin's beatings. I have two ways I'm currently thinking of finishing this. And you get
to choose how it ends. I can either 1. Have a building fall on Odin and Justin/Heero meet Dr. J a day or two
afterwards. Or I can 2. Make the adoption people take Justin/Heero away where Dr. J adopts him and have
Odin imprisoned. It's your choice, tell me what you want to happen!
DISCLAIMER: I take the 5th. I know my rights.
Reviewers
Katie, I have *smiles evilly* plans for Sir/Odin. Don't worry, he'll get what's coming to him, eventually.
Of course, I might leave room for a sequel…
Sky, glad to see it hasn't gotten worse to you. I really don't like how chap 4 turned out, it was supposed to
be longer.
Gradual Decline, one of my friends was the one who told me he was OOC (by E-mail). Needless to say I
got just a TAD angry with them. Hope you had a nice nap!
Heero, glad y` think it's good.
Past Happenings: Chap. 5
Justin opened his eyes wearily he was prepared for the pain. It never failed to come, pain was
something he had come to live with. Something he had to live with. He was older now, but he was still
almost as small as he had been when he had first met Odin. No wonder Odin made Justin call him Sir. If
that had been Justin's name, he would want to be called Sir. Justin almost smiled, almost. He hadn't
laughed since, well, he couldn't remember the last time he had laughed. There wasn't anything to laugh
about, nothing to talk about either. Justin usually refrained from talking since his efforts to make
conversation were generally rewarded with a cuff to his head. But sometimes, he wanted to hear others,
wanted to listen to what they had to say, wanted to know what they knew. Sighing, Justin stood up and
staggered to the bathroom to clean up.
As usual, he was up before Odin and was expected to make breakfast, one of the many things he
was expected to do. He had many responsibilities for one so young, but he got them all accomplished
swiftly and efficiently. It was amazing what you could do with the correct motivation and in this case the
motivation was good enough for him to do his best at each task assigned to him. Wincing from his beating
last night, he climbed up onto a chair so he could reach the pancake mix. He absently got the other
ingredients from the shelf next to the one he had gotten the mix from, and began to mix the batter. He got
down from the chair to get the pan, thinking. Something Odin had told him yesterday kept distracting him.
Odin had told him that he would be going to school the month after next.
He was curious of why Odin was sending him to school. He hadn't asked, and Odin`s excuse of
him needing an education seemed doubtful. He didn't complain though, it would be nice to see other
people and leave the house he rarely set foot out of. He was very excited just thinking about it. The chance
to meet new people. Maybe he would even make some friends! He heard heavy footsteps walking down
the hall and turned to face Odin.
Justin barely had time to register that Odin`s fist was rapidly moving toward his face before it hit
him. He stumbled backward, hitting the edge of the counter. He winced as the sharp edge rammed into
his already bruised back. As he looked up, he noticed how murderous Odin appeared this morning. He
was frightened, and not knowing what else to do he struggled to get away. Breaking free of Odin`s grip, he
sprinted toward the door. Ignoring the fact that his shoulder slammed into the doorframe, Justin ran as if
his life depended on it, and, judging by Odin`s face, it probably did. He had seen Odin angry before, he had
seen him in his worst moods, but the look he had been wearing was not like any other that Justin had ever
seen. For a moment, he had been sure he was done for.
He ran, and ran, until he was exhausted. He didn't care where he was running to, he just had to
get away from Odin. As tired as he was, the boy forced himself to continue running. That was all that
mattered. He had to keep going, because if he didn't, Odin would catch him. Justin knew he would be in
for it if Odin caught him, so he kept going. He ran through the streets, ran past the people who were
staring at him. One thought continued to turn over in his mind. Get away from Odin, the further away the
better. So he kept going.
Eventually, his body went out on him. Crumpling under him, he went limp. He was still
conscious, he just couldn't move. He lied there for some time, still. Then, suddenly, he rose. His legs
were shaking violently under him, but he could stand. Making an extreme effort, he walked until he found
a tree. Curling up beneath it, he was soon fast asleep.
He woke early in the morning, shivering from the cold. Hugging his knees to his chest, Justin
took time to think about what he had done. There was no way he could go back to Odin, not that he wanted
to, but if Odin found him… Justin shivered as he thought of what would happen to him if that happened.
He needed some food, but had no money, which meant he had to beg. Sighing, he stood up and stretched
his tight muscles. He needed to get to work.
Justin quickly learned that homeless people, even boys as young as himself, were scorned by the
general public. No one paid attention to him, a small lost boy who wanted nothing more than some spare
change. For two days he begged for food, money, anything, but no one cared. Each night he returned to
his tree, hungry. But he preferred the first two days, to what happened on the third.
He began the day as he had the other two, got up early and walked to a busy city street. He
noticed that a man seemed to be following him, but when he turned to get a better look at him, he
disappeared. Justin supposed that he had been imagining it and continued as usual. Without warning, he
was grabbed roughly from behind. "I spent some valuable time looking for you brat. You're coming back
home." A familiar voice hissed into his ear. Justin was petrified; this was not a good thing. Odin dragged
him to his car, which had been parked a block over, and shoved him in. He was in deep, and he knew it.
There was no telling what Odin would do to him, he had never done something this bad before. They were
both silent on the car ride to Odin`s house.
Once they arrived, Justin walked in slowly, in no hurry to face his punishment. Once they were
in, Odin shut and locked the front door. Then, grabbing a broken glass bottle, Odin advanced on Justin,
saying, "You stay still boy. It'll be over quicker if you don't try to get away." Justin obediently stood
still, knowing that what Odin said was true. Odin drew his arm back and smashed the bottle into Justin's
arm. The boy was knocked down sideways. "Stand up, brat." Commanded Odin. Justin obeyed, getting to
his feet. Odin eyed the blood dripping down the boy's arm and smiled. "I bet you don't like having to go
through this. Here, I`ll make this get over with more rapidly, for you." Odin brought the glass bottle, now
dripping with red blood, over his head and brought it smashing down on Justin's head. The boy slipped to
the floor, bleeding and unconscious.
Hypergirl: I would have written more, but I felt I needed to get this out today. Sorry it took so long, I have
too many things to do. The next chapter shouldn't take as long, but I'm not promising anything since I
don't control the days I get to use the computer. I have many other stories I am currently working on, some
are posted, some aren't. The story that gets the most reviews per chapter will be the one I work on. Please
REVIEW!!