Disclaimer- I don't own teen Titans, as per usual.
Rating- PG13- due to violence, cussing, gore, and excessive angst XD
Note- I redid the first chapter of the story to better fit my plot ideas... So, please reread if you read the first version.
When darkness strikes inside someone's mind, and slowly consumes their every waking thought, they start to shows signs of insanity and depression. And it was just the case with Chester Ulan.
The young boy started to fall into the black at only the age of six, when his father nearly murdered him. And it was all downhill from there.
Chester's parents were trailer trash, as was he, his father was a drunk and constantly abused he and his timid mother. Though Chester was the base of his fathers undeniable hatred. And when the hate peaked, his life dwindled away to the point of suicide.
No matter how Chester mulled over thoughts of self-inflicted death, he could never bring himself to it. Instead he stayed alone, and brooded over other's deaths. Cunning he was, in a morbidly cynical way. And soon he had a perfect plot to free his life from this eternal strife.
One night Chester's father drank until he was unconscious, after beating his child throughly of course. And huddled in a corner of their small trailer, with the tang of blood in his mouth, and a scar from his eyebrow down his jaw line re-opened, Chester Ulan watched his father for several minutes until he was sure of the man's immobile state.
Then he made his move.
Chester was thirteen at the time, and his appearance was nothing special. From his black hair, skinny body, and overly short stature. But, his eyes, they were the only noticeable thing about him.
An intense silver iris, with such a hateful outlook on anything that lived. A single glance form those murderous eyes could send all but the criminally insane into hysteria. It was a gift of Chester's that he cherished. For traces of power lay in his gaze and in every act of will be portrayed. He had an uncanny ability to unnerve any man who looked into those malicious eyes.
And it was at these times when Chester was happy.
Currently the sadistic boy stood over his father, a stony expression to his pained face. "You think I'm useless, a mistake. A mistake that needed fixing. I agree with this. But you should've fixed this mistake when it began, now it's out of control." he whispered in a toneless voice, layered with disdain.
"Chester– NO!" scrame the mother, she had a black eye and several scars about her face, a naturally timid woman easy to push-over. Her make-up had long since run from tears, and her black hair was touselled. "Don't.. Don't do this."
Chester looked up at his mother, he was beyond love for both his parents. But he pitied her, she had to go through what he did. "You WANT him to live?" he growled with such ferocity his mother winced and stepped back.
"No no... just, just don't kill him!" she sobbed, her eyes leaking.
"Why?" Chester demanded.
Silent as the grave his mother just turned and fled, she couldn't bear to see her husband die at the hands of their child. She wanted that man to die so bad, but she wouldn't watch.
Chester snorted at how pathetic his mother was, and stuffed a hand in the pocket of his sweatshirt. "Now now Daddy," he hissed. "Time for your nap."
"You've mocked me so these past 13 years, you've hurt me and scarred me." Chester whispered to his unconscious father, not caring that he couldn't hear. "So now– it's your turn." plopping down on the ground beside him, Cryptic started to cut into his fathers skin. Finally his father awoke to the stinging pains of blade separating flesh.
"What t'ell are y'doin'?" he roared sitting up. His son held steady, the knife held at his father's throat.
"I'm killing you, you sick bastard." Chester answered curtly, locking eyes with his father. The man wilted under that curdling gaze.
"Wh-what? Y'can't do-do this!" he sniveled.
"Oh yes I can!" Chester Ulan growled and jammed the blade deep into his fathers chest, jumping up. A small smile tugged at those thin lips, a mere lift of the corners to show satisfaction at the blood pooling about the body.
And it was on that fateful day, that the boy left that damned trailer park and began a new life.
Now that you've read this, please review and announce nay errors in spelling there. And comments or suggestions. Please no flaming and such. If my dark writing is not your style of reading– don't read it. I don't have any fluff or general love or excessive happiness in this story. This is written from a darker perspective of life.