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Chapter 2: Musings During Ren & Stimpy
After 2 months, 1 week and a numerous amount of stays at Motel 6, and I have gotten absolutely nowhere. The only thing I've learned is that Motel 6 actually has a "Preferred Customer" account so if you stay there enough that you can get free cable or some other nonsense. Either that or the blonde airhead at the check in was trying to flirt with me. What kind of whore did she take me for? Trying to seduce me with motel benefits? Didn't she know, I thought my sins were branded on my skin for the whole world to see? I'd only sell my mind and soul. My body is just some cheap side gift. Included with purchase. I'm half surprised that Wolfram & Hart didn't demand that I have a tattoo on my ass that said "Property of W&H." Then again, I guess my borrowed hand is enough of a marker of who I belonged to.
Sitting in my room, musing on whether or not Domino's had a preferred customer's list, too, I began taking full advantage of my free cable. Aimlessly, I plopped down on my bed and switched the channels until I saw an old Ren & Stimpy cartoon I could hardly remember. So I watch pointless cartoon drivel, sue me. Chuckling while Stimpy sang the "Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy" song, I sat up on my bed and started digging through my duffel bag. I only packed the necessities like clothes, a toothbrush and a comb. Miscellaneous stuff like that. I also packed some sentimental things, too, A.K.A., nothing I bought after joining Wolfram and Heart. But there wasn't anything truly sappy, like old birthday cards or naked baby pictures. I can't help but involuntarily shudder everytime I remembered that mom had those at home. I just had my old, beat up wallet. Much like most of the time Before Wolfram & Hart, or B.W.H, it had no money in it. Just pictures. Pictures of my mom and dad, where his face was conveniently cut out. Pictures of my young brother and baby sister and pictures of me. Before I discovered what I was. Before I forced my mother to have to leave her son and daughter to protect her mutant child. My mother left with me knowing that she wouldn't be able to see them grow up. How could she? Mother wasn't able to demand the right to see her children. It would draw too much attention to the reason she had to leave. Me. Her misfit first born. I could only imagine what the man I use to call father had told my brother and sister about me. I imagined him, scowl on his face, look of disgust telling them how I was the "enemy". A "bad seed". "Freak".. The show ended and I was jolted back to reality as the theme sound blared. Slowly, I lifted myself up from my slouching position groaning as my lower back ached, reminding me that I wasn't that young of a man any more. Great. Not only am I aging, but also I have nothing in my life to show for the last fifteen years of my life but regrets.
I left the small living area and went into the bathroom to take a shower. As I felt the warm water hit me and relax very tense muscles, my mind wandered back to my life B.W.H. I couldn't help but smirk at how blasphemous it is to call it Before Wolfram & Hart. Yet it seemed fitting. In the world, BC or Before Christ seemed to be a world full of poverty and famine. Then a savior stepped forth. A protector, and filled the people with hope. For me, W&H was a protector, a savior from poverty but also from the "pro-human activists", as they liked to call themselves. More like radicals ready to declare Martial Law and burn every mutant at the stake. I still have vivid memories of hearing through paper thin walls my mother crying herself to sleep, scared that one day these so-called humans would come and take away the only child she had left. Damn. I spaced out again. Blinking a few times, I realize that the only that that snapped me back from my reverie this time was that the once warm water had now turned ice cold. Sighing, I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. Wrapping the towel around my waist I ran a hand through my wet hair and dialed up the number for Domino's. After that I through on an under shirt and a pair of dark blue boxers, all the time wondering why my thoughts seemed to be pulling me back into my past so often. It wasn't until the pizza delivery guy had long come and gone and I was on my third slice of pepperoni pizza did it hit me. The only way I can leave my old life with Wolfram & Hart behind was if I revisit my past. Start back at "Go" and find a new path. A path that I might have taken if I hadn't rolled a 666 and gone immediately to Park Place and Broadwalk. And there was no doubt where I was first heading. To the woman who had given up her family for me. My mother.
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R&R Please
Next Chapter: We find out who Lindsey's father really is and get a deeper understanding of Lindsey and find out the path he chooses.
Love,
Jaded316
Chapter 2: Musings During Ren & Stimpy
After 2 months, 1 week and a numerous amount of stays at Motel 6, and I have gotten absolutely nowhere. The only thing I've learned is that Motel 6 actually has a "Preferred Customer" account so if you stay there enough that you can get free cable or some other nonsense. Either that or the blonde airhead at the check in was trying to flirt with me. What kind of whore did she take me for? Trying to seduce me with motel benefits? Didn't she know, I thought my sins were branded on my skin for the whole world to see? I'd only sell my mind and soul. My body is just some cheap side gift. Included with purchase. I'm half surprised that Wolfram & Hart didn't demand that I have a tattoo on my ass that said "Property of W&H." Then again, I guess my borrowed hand is enough of a marker of who I belonged to.
Sitting in my room, musing on whether or not Domino's had a preferred customer's list, too, I began taking full advantage of my free cable. Aimlessly, I plopped down on my bed and switched the channels until I saw an old Ren & Stimpy cartoon I could hardly remember. So I watch pointless cartoon drivel, sue me. Chuckling while Stimpy sang the "Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy" song, I sat up on my bed and started digging through my duffel bag. I only packed the necessities like clothes, a toothbrush and a comb. Miscellaneous stuff like that. I also packed some sentimental things, too, A.K.A., nothing I bought after joining Wolfram and Heart. But there wasn't anything truly sappy, like old birthday cards or naked baby pictures. I can't help but involuntarily shudder everytime I remembered that mom had those at home. I just had my old, beat up wallet. Much like most of the time Before Wolfram & Hart, or B.W.H, it had no money in it. Just pictures. Pictures of my mom and dad, where his face was conveniently cut out. Pictures of my young brother and baby sister and pictures of me. Before I discovered what I was. Before I forced my mother to have to leave her son and daughter to protect her mutant child. My mother left with me knowing that she wouldn't be able to see them grow up. How could she? Mother wasn't able to demand the right to see her children. It would draw too much attention to the reason she had to leave. Me. Her misfit first born. I could only imagine what the man I use to call father had told my brother and sister about me. I imagined him, scowl on his face, look of disgust telling them how I was the "enemy". A "bad seed". "Freak".. The show ended and I was jolted back to reality as the theme sound blared. Slowly, I lifted myself up from my slouching position groaning as my lower back ached, reminding me that I wasn't that young of a man any more. Great. Not only am I aging, but also I have nothing in my life to show for the last fifteen years of my life but regrets.
I left the small living area and went into the bathroom to take a shower. As I felt the warm water hit me and relax very tense muscles, my mind wandered back to my life B.W.H. I couldn't help but smirk at how blasphemous it is to call it Before Wolfram & Hart. Yet it seemed fitting. In the world, BC or Before Christ seemed to be a world full of poverty and famine. Then a savior stepped forth. A protector, and filled the people with hope. For me, W&H was a protector, a savior from poverty but also from the "pro-human activists", as they liked to call themselves. More like radicals ready to declare Martial Law and burn every mutant at the stake. I still have vivid memories of hearing through paper thin walls my mother crying herself to sleep, scared that one day these so-called humans would come and take away the only child she had left. Damn. I spaced out again. Blinking a few times, I realize that the only that that snapped me back from my reverie this time was that the once warm water had now turned ice cold. Sighing, I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. Wrapping the towel around my waist I ran a hand through my wet hair and dialed up the number for Domino's. After that I through on an under shirt and a pair of dark blue boxers, all the time wondering why my thoughts seemed to be pulling me back into my past so often. It wasn't until the pizza delivery guy had long come and gone and I was on my third slice of pepperoni pizza did it hit me. The only way I can leave my old life with Wolfram & Hart behind was if I revisit my past. Start back at "Go" and find a new path. A path that I might have taken if I hadn't rolled a 666 and gone immediately to Park Place and Broadwalk. And there was no doubt where I was first heading. To the woman who had given up her family for me. My mother.
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R&R Please
Next Chapter: We find out who Lindsey's father really is and get a deeper understanding of Lindsey and find out the path he chooses.
Love,
Jaded316