A lot of people have requested an Evolution-verse character's parent to
"speak out." Well, I decided to start with the parent of the least liked
member of the Brotherhood, Fred Dukes. This is mostly speculation because
the writers for Evolution haven't developed the Brotherhood, other than
portraying them as the "evil wrongdoers." Well, enjoy. And I like the idea
of a mutant parent, Rpshk. Thanks for the great idea!!
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Tim Dukes-Mattoon, Indiana
I do have a son. Freddy. Yeah, Freddy. Freddy was always laughed at by all the other kids his age. Bastards. And the parents too. Got myself in a shit-load of legal trouble trying to defend my boy's name. Broke a jaw or two.
I think the doctors said it was a gland problem. But I don't know. His mom was always a bit fat too. Died of heart disease two years ago. Shame. Kindest soul on this planet. She loved Freddy so much. Poor kid. Maybe that's why he ran off.
I don't remember when he discovered he could take hits so well. Wait, I think it was when he was 13 or something. He was in gym. Yeah, gym. I remember that because his teacher called me.
Freddy was in gym. A bunch of kids who made fun of him was gonna beat him up, with those dumbbells that was in the weight room. Well, they ganged up on my boy and began to pound him. 'Cept they weren't doing such a good job. The things were not even making a scratch. Then Freddy grabbed one and threw him against the wall, nearly breaking him in two. Don't feel sorry for him. Deserved it.
I think the one most affected from the attack, besides Freddy and his mamma, was his sister Penny. Penny and him used to play in the park all the time. He loved to push her on the swings, and she would love just try to touch the sky.
"Yeah, you should see her. She thinks if I push her high enough she will touch the clouds." Freddy would laugh when he talked about her.
"Freddy, you can help me do anything!!" She hugged him and gave him a big kiss when he picked her up.
Anyway, when she heard that they tried to hurt him, she cried herself to sleep. I felt sorry for her. Then Jamie, my wife died. He got up and left. I don't know why. He knew that me and Penny loved him so much. Penny sat up by the door every night for a week saying, "He'll come back. He will come back." He didn't.
You know, sometimes I would just sit by the door and do the same thing. "Freddy will come back." Then Penny would sit on my lap, wearing one of his old shirts. On her it reached past her knees. I miss him. We both do.
But the weirdest thing came for us in the mail. We got a picture in the mail of these three boys. One was tall and sorta grungy looking, with his arms crossed. An albino-looking boy had his arm around the grungy boy's waist and was smiling. Then there was a little one, crouching down in front of them, greenish teeth showing. Then, then there was a big boy with a Mohawk. My Freddy. He had a big grin, and had both of his hands clasped on the two boy's shoulders.
I showed Penny. She looked at the picture for a moment, and then said, "He looks so happy."
Yeah he does look happy in that picture. No return address at all. I wish I knew where my boy is. He has a family now. But he always will have us. I hope that we can see him right now. What honey? Oh, yeah, the picture. Well, I guess we can see him through there too. But it's not the same. It'll never be the same.
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Tim Dukes-Mattoon, Indiana
I do have a son. Freddy. Yeah, Freddy. Freddy was always laughed at by all the other kids his age. Bastards. And the parents too. Got myself in a shit-load of legal trouble trying to defend my boy's name. Broke a jaw or two.
I think the doctors said it was a gland problem. But I don't know. His mom was always a bit fat too. Died of heart disease two years ago. Shame. Kindest soul on this planet. She loved Freddy so much. Poor kid. Maybe that's why he ran off.
I don't remember when he discovered he could take hits so well. Wait, I think it was when he was 13 or something. He was in gym. Yeah, gym. I remember that because his teacher called me.
Freddy was in gym. A bunch of kids who made fun of him was gonna beat him up, with those dumbbells that was in the weight room. Well, they ganged up on my boy and began to pound him. 'Cept they weren't doing such a good job. The things were not even making a scratch. Then Freddy grabbed one and threw him against the wall, nearly breaking him in two. Don't feel sorry for him. Deserved it.
I think the one most affected from the attack, besides Freddy and his mamma, was his sister Penny. Penny and him used to play in the park all the time. He loved to push her on the swings, and she would love just try to touch the sky.
"Yeah, you should see her. She thinks if I push her high enough she will touch the clouds." Freddy would laugh when he talked about her.
"Freddy, you can help me do anything!!" She hugged him and gave him a big kiss when he picked her up.
Anyway, when she heard that they tried to hurt him, she cried herself to sleep. I felt sorry for her. Then Jamie, my wife died. He got up and left. I don't know why. He knew that me and Penny loved him so much. Penny sat up by the door every night for a week saying, "He'll come back. He will come back." He didn't.
You know, sometimes I would just sit by the door and do the same thing. "Freddy will come back." Then Penny would sit on my lap, wearing one of his old shirts. On her it reached past her knees. I miss him. We both do.
But the weirdest thing came for us in the mail. We got a picture in the mail of these three boys. One was tall and sorta grungy looking, with his arms crossed. An albino-looking boy had his arm around the grungy boy's waist and was smiling. Then there was a little one, crouching down in front of them, greenish teeth showing. Then, then there was a big boy with a Mohawk. My Freddy. He had a big grin, and had both of his hands clasped on the two boy's shoulders.
I showed Penny. She looked at the picture for a moment, and then said, "He looks so happy."
Yeah he does look happy in that picture. No return address at all. I wish I knew where my boy is. He has a family now. But he always will have us. I hope that we can see him right now. What honey? Oh, yeah, the picture. Well, I guess we can see him through there too. But it's not the same. It'll never be the same.
