Eternal Darkness
I unfortunately don't own the G-boys; if I did I would be much happier, wallowing in money. But I don't so don't bother suing; I don't have anything, I'm a poor college student people! Unless of course you want a couple blood thirsty dust bunnies....I got plenty of those. Comments are always appreciated....craved actually. REVIEWS!!! I NEED REVIEWS. Uh...sorry....I'm ok now. So please, review; let me know what you liked, what you didn't, the good, the bad and the ugly basically. However flames will be laughed at, so I wouldn't even bother.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES VIOLENCE AND RAPE
....You have been warned....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Alrightly folks this is the beginning of Duo's past. I'm just going to start off directly with the story. I'm going to mainly write this in italics since most of it is Duo's memories. The parts that are in 'normal' text are when they are in the present talking. Hopefully that won't confuse anybody.
Special thanks to Ananda, Trinitytomoe, Precognition74, makeyourselfduo, Windy River, and inthefire2002; Thank you for reviewing!!! shows nice buffet table with lots ofyummy treats Help yourself to snacks!
Precognition74: At the moment Wufei is human...whether or not I'll keep him that way...i'm not sure....as for the other questions...I'll get to them later on in the story. That'll be coming up in Duo's past.
Chapter 10
"To start off with; I wasn't always known as Duo Maxwell. I sorta inherited that name along the way. When I was born, I was given the name Joseph Allen Richardson; and I kept that name for the first eight years of my life. I lived in the downtown district of Warrington city with my mother, father and my elder brother Phillip Austin. It wasn't the best conditions; but we were happy for the most part. My old man worked as a chef and my mom was a teacher. Phil was about seven years older then me, and naturally I idolized him. It's kinda funny now that I think 'bout it, Phil wasn't like other older bro's, he never found me to be a bother, or told me to go away. He always took care of me. Then one day; my folks were in a car accident comin' home from the store. They were hit by an 18 wheeler and killed instantly. In one night our lives shattered. Phil and me had no where to go; both our folks were only children and our grandparents were dead. So we became wards of the state and sent to a foster home. That was the worst. When we first got there they tried to split us up because most people didn't want a child my bro's age. But every time they separated us; we'd go nuts. Especially me; I would cause such a fit at my 'new home', that they returned me within two days sayin' I was possessed...
"LET GO OF ME YOU STUPID BITCH!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as my would-be parents dragged me into their home. I yelled, bite, screamed, scratched, cried, and kicked at anything within range. Lamps went crashing to the ground, pictures were knocked from walls, lips were bloodied and skin was bruised and scratched. Instead of using the toilet, I pee-ed against the wall, would take a dump right there in the room and then threw it at people. I wanted to go back to my brother...where was Phil? No one would tell me why he wasn't here, and why I was being taken away from him. So that night when they slept, I crept out of my room; I paused at the stairs listening. All I heard was the gentle snoring of the man who wanted me to call him 'dad'. Feh, he was not my father. My father was dead...and no one could replace him. Carefully I crept down the stairs; missing the normally creaky steps. I went into the kitchen; I didn't bother with the light. That would only alert someone to the fact that I was out of bed and undoubtedly causing trouble. I climbed onto the counter and found the maple syrup that I had seen earlier in the day. Don't get me wrong these people weren't bad people; but they just didn't understand that I didn't so much as need a stable home; I needed my Phil, I needed my big brother to tell me it was alright. But they wouldn't let me see Phil. I heard them talking while they signed the paperwork. The missus didn't want her new 'sweet baby boy' to be anywhere near his ruffian brother.
"Ruffian brother huh, I'll show you bitch..." I growled, an unfamiliar rage building in my chest. After collecting a few more supplies; like butter, flour, sugar, eggs, and any number of other things I could lay my grubby hands on; I went to work.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY HOUSE!?!?!?!" A scream ripped through the air the next morning. I woke with a jolt, and then smiled what would eventually be my trade-mark manic grin; a grin full of pure mischief and a dash of evil. It didn't take long for the adults to figure out who the culprit was; I didn't exactly hide it. I had purposefully left all my dirty clothes on the nice white carpet in the bedroom; along with a nice surprise for the both of them.
That was all it took. Not that it was any small feet; the entire kitchen, living room and dining room were covered in sticky food substances. They didn't even both to clean me off; they grabbed me around the arms and threw me in the car and dropped me back at the foster home. Where it seemed my brother had been causing similar problems....
"Don't ask me why I was such a hellion and caused so much trouble, I can't remember my exact reasoning. But after that, they never tried to separate us again. Then again, after that, no one wanted to adopt us." Duo stated, giving Wufei a small grin. "It took about six months before anyone wanted us. Then it was this couple, a large man named Greg and his petite red-headed wife Shirley. Shirley was wonderful, nice, loving, kind generous...a truly good person. At first Greg seemed like an awesome guy. He played football with us and video games and all sorta of shit. It was great. Phil and I actually though we might have found ourselves a home...But the Gods had something else in mind. About six months after the McConnells adopted us it happened...."
I jolted awake...something had startled me. I glanced at the clock next to my bed, 12:30 a.m. I sat up slowly in bed, cocking my head to the side and listening. Then I heard it...a noise...it sounded like yelling. "It sounds like they're fighting again." I saidsoftly to myself; the McConnells occasionally had fights late at night so that we would not see them. Normally it was trivial things; but this time something was different. They had gotten use to their adoptive parents fighting; it should not have woken them.
I inched out of the room, keeping the door open, incase I needed to bolt back to the room. I moved quickly to the stairs, from there I would be able to see the rest of the house perfectly. My feet were silent on the hard wood flooring; instinctively remembering the places that the boards creaked. I crouched in the shadows of the stair, and watched what was going on in the kitchen. Greg and Shirley were indeed fighting.
"What sort of example are you setting for our sons, Greg, coming home like this?" Shirley hissed in a low whisper; yet it was loud enough for me to hear it. She said several other things that I couldn't quite make out. Then; "What...is that lipstick on your shirt collar??!?!" Shirley shrieked, I covered me ears. That woman could crack glass if she wanted! "Out with the boys huh? Bullshit, Greg! You were out with that slut of a secretary!"
"Don't start Shirley..." Greg slurred; I could hear the threat in his voice. Yet Shirley didn't stop she continued to rant, calling the other woman as many unflattering, unpleasant, and down right nasty things she could. It would have made a sailor blush! Suddenly Greg snapped, he swung one meaty fist into Shirley's jaw. I starred in shock; I heard the CRACK as her skull connected with the counter. Instead of leaving or apologizing, Greg picked Shirley up and continued to slap her. "NO!" I yelled and before I realized what I was doing I was down the stairs and had latched onto one of Greg's arms. "LEAVE HER ALONE!!!!!" I screamed. Greg tried to shake me off but I had become a leech, biting his arm and digging in my fingernails. Finally he dropped Shirley and slammed his now free hand into the side of my head. Lights exploded behind my eyes, and I felt myself be flung away. Suddenly the air was knocked out of my lungs; I couldn't breath! "I've wanted to do this for a long time..." Greg slurred, and I was vaguely aware of my shorts being removed. The darkness and dots of light cleared from my vision; and I saw Greg standing above me, removing his pants. What the hell?! I tried to run, but one of his big hands; the hands that played football so well, wrapped around my ankle and dragged me toward him. I was dimly aware of pain in my knees and arms as I got dragged across the floor. I didn't know what was going on, just that it wasn't good. "Come here you little brat." Greg slurred, I could tell the man was drunk. Why was he doing this? I felt something press against my backend...I struggled more. I was terrified. "PHILLIP!!!" I screamed. Suddenly pain exploded in me; it felt like someone was ripping up my insides. I let out an ear piercing scream of agony. Just as suddenly, the sickly warmth at my back was gone. I curled up into a ball, trying to get away from the pain. "Joe...lil bro...can you hear me??" As the pain receded slowly I could make out the concerned pleas of Phil. I risked a glance, Phil knelt beside me, a broken chair leg in his hand. "Come on bro...it's on...he's not gonna hurt you no more." I wrapped my small eight year arms around his neck, sobbing and trembling with terror. Phil picked me up and carried me back upstairs, keeping up a continuous line as soothing murmurings. He took me into the bathroom, set me in the tub, and locked the door. Then he turned on the water and began cleaning me up. I hadn't realized I had gotten blood all over myself. As my brother gently washed away the filth, I felt a cold anger began to burn in my chest.
After Phil cleaned and bandaged me up, he wrapped a towel around me and picked me back up into his arms. I snuggled close, knowing that my brother wouldn't let Greg get me. Phil unlocked the door and peaked out, seeing no one he walked down the hall into our bedroom. He set me down on the bed and locked the door behind us. I sat on the bed, and huddled in the towel. I was still terrified….I knew that any minute now Greg was going to bust through that door and hurt us. Phil pulled our backpacks down from the shelve and shoved a couple changes of clothes in them; his knife, CD player, and a few more odds and ends went into his bag. Then he came over and helped me get dressed. He handed me my coat and then began to change out of his night clothes. I watched; curious why my brother was putting on his day clothes. He was dressed all in black, just like me; "I'm gonna get us outa here, lil bro, ain't nobody gonna mess with my lil brother…I won't let him get another chance either. We're gonna run away, we'll find someplace better then here, and make our own home." It sounded like a good idea to me. Me and Phil, by ourselves…having an adventure. It sounded like fun! "Come on." He said, throwing his bag over his shoulder and taking my hand. He moved slowly; which was a good thing since I hurt. We crept down into the kitchen. Greg was laying face first on the linoleum, blood oozed from his mouth. I huddled next to Phil; why were we in here?! Phil set my bag on the table; he knelt next to Shirley and touched her neck. His eyes were so sad, "I'm sorry Shirley, but we can't stay here." He whispered. Then he began opening cupboards and pulling out food items and shoving them into my bag. I stood quietly, starring at Greg. I had a sudden urge to walk over there and just start kicking him. But I knew Phil wouldn't like that… Phil touched my shoulder, "Come on lil bro…let's get outa here." He said softly, we walked quietly to the door; Phil paused and reached into Shirley's purse and took out the cash inside. "Sorry Shirl." Then we walked out of the house that we had lived in for the past six months. I felt a pain in my chest; I would miss Shirley…she had been nice…but I wouldn't miss Greg. He had hurt me…As I thought about him, I could feel the cold anger burn even hotter in my chest…
"It had started with the loss of mom and dad, and now Greg had added fuel to the fire. I didn't know it at the time, but that was my first taste hate and the first stirrings an anger that would eventually burn down into my very soul.....at the ripe age of eight, I felt the first stirring of the rage and pain that would eventually be the birth of what I would later become... Shinigami....."
&hides& Ok, I know that that chappie wasn't the best, but I had to hurt poor Duo....so that it will give more reason for Shinigami to appear....please don't flame me to badly!!! &hides again& It'll get better....we actually it'll get worse before it gets better....but it will get better!!!!!
