Second Best
AN. Hello. I am mostly known for my Bobby/Rogue stories. *Or as someone told me to call them riceman!* But after having Bobby running through my mind as I write, a new angle has come to mine. I think there is much potential in Ronny Drake's story. I personally enjoyed reading other peoples' ideas about Bobby's younger brother, but I have decided it was my time to write about him. So please bear with me.
Please review and tell me what you think.
Bry
sumerstores@aol.com *I am open to people IMing me and I have MSN!*
Disclaimer: Ok, if I was responsible for the creation of X-Men and all the characters it entails, do you think I would be writing fan fiction? I would be working on X3 and running down Shawn Ashmore. So please don't sue me people with all the money!
Chapter 1
Running
The teenager slammed his door as he ran into his room. Within a couple steps he was at the other side of his room flinging his closet open. He grabbed his black backpack from the back hook in the closet and moved over to his dresser. Flinging the top drawer, he started yanking out clothes and stuffing them in his bag. Systematically he went through the whole dresser, and the backpack was now over flowing. He tossed the bag down and moved back to his closet. Kneeling down, he slammed his hand against one of the wooden floor boards. It popped up, and he stuck his hand down in the hole. He retrieved bunch of papers and a wad of saved cash. Not intending to return he didn't even bother concealing the hiding spot. He put his stash into the backpack and headed for the window. He pushed the window up and pressed the screen out. He started to exit the window when a voice called from down stairs.
"Ronald Drake, get down here NOW!"
Ronald, or better known as Ronny, looked from the window to his door. He thought about the consequences. He grunted and dropped his bag to the floor and stormed out of his room. He stomped down the hallway and yelled down the steps, "I have nothing to say to you."
Madeline Drake looked up at her son. Her dark hair framed her face and her blue eyes were blazing at him. "I have plenty to say to you, mister! Get down here now."
"I don't want to be in the same space with you! You tell me that news, and you want to talk to me? Leave me the hell alone!" He started to turn away but stopped. "How can you allow him to come back after what he has done? After what he has become!"
"Bobby is still your brother." Madeline said softly.
Ronny's face scrunched up. "That freak is nothing to me. He is just some defect!"
"Bobby is still a member of this family even if he is a…" she still had trouble saying the word.
"Mutant? Freak! Defect! Yes, Wonder Boy is just so great now isn't he? Just frigging great! He is part of a terrorist group that tries to destroy the world, but let's have him over for dinner some time. I thought you guys were with me regarding this crap. But now you tell me he is coming home. To the place were his friends tried to burn us down?"
Madeline sighed as she walked up the steps. "Bobby is different, yes, but it has been over a year since we have seen him. He is still a member of this family."
Ronny turned from her. He couldn't stand the sight of her. "If he is part of this family, then I'm not!"
She managed to get behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He jerked away. "Honey, you don't mean that."
He stared at the floor. "I thought I was done playing second best to Bobby. Bobby was perfect for so long. Great athlete, good grades, never got into trouble, and everybody loved him. He even got accepted into some fancy prep school." He laughed. "But then he came and told us the truth, and he wasn't perfect any more. I was finally better then him. I was normal. But now you are telling me he is welcomed back to this family like some fucking prodigal son? Well fuck you. I am better then dealing with his kind."
Madeline clutched her fist and her eyes welled up. Her baby wasn't the same boy she thought he was. Just like Bobby. "Where do you think you are going to go mister? You are only 16." She tried touching him again.
"Get the hell away from me!" He shoved her aside. "You have the son you want! You don't need me!" He ran to his room. With one last look at his mother, his own eyes filled with tears, he said, "You don't need me, and I don't need you." For the second time in the day, Ronny slammed his door closed, but this time he bolted it with the dead bolt he installed after the freaks had attacked his house. He heard the floor boards squeak as his mother approached the door. He picked up his bag again and headed to the window.
"Ronny? Ronny open this door. Ronald? We are going to sit down and talk about this as soon as you father gets home. Ronny? Ronny, please answer me."
Little did she know she was talking to an empty room.
Ronny crawled across the roof top trying to make it to the edge. He dangled his feet off and fought the feeling of fright. He was never totally fond of heights. He inhaled deeply and dropped the backpack down. Cringing as he heard it crunch against the ground, he turned around and eased himself over the edge. His feet dangled for a moment until it anchored against the house. He started climbing down one of the white pillars flanking the porch. He didn't look down until he felt the railing of the porch against his sneaker. He managed to let go and tumbled down to the lush green lawn. It had taken the year for the scorched grass to be replaced by the new greens.
Ronny stretched and grabbed his backpack. He shrugged it on his shoulders and began to run. He wanted to be as far away from this place as possible. To be as far away from a family that didn't need him.
AN. So what do you guys think? Please review. I want to know if anybody is interested in this kind of story.
Thanks.
Bry
sumerstormes@aol.com
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