Scars are for siblings Chapter 9, a stargate: atlantis fanfic

Disclaimer:I own nothing involved with this story.

I'm really sorry it's taken so long for me to update, but I've had a lot of schoolwork, but today I got a snow day, so I'm using the extra time to write a couple of new chapters, so I hope you like this!

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July 25, 1972, 6:42am

Rodney leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the car window, sighing as the city blocks flashed by in front of his eyes.

"Well I guess Twin Pines doesn't really have anything to do with real pine trees,"thought Rodney darkly, his fingers drifting to his bandaged arms, scratching hopefully at the bonds, silently wishing for a chance at release.

He sighed again and collapsed back against the limo seat,"Something wrong?"asked the elderly limo driver.

"Not unless you count the fact that my mother and father threw me out,"thought Rodney bitterly, but aloud he said,"Nope, I'm fine."

The limo driver chuckled knowingly,"Of course, of course, but...uh, if you need to talk, we've got quite a ways to go before we reach Twin Pines,"he replied sympathetically.

Rodney snorted, turning away and staring at Jeannie, where she slept on the limo seat.

After he'd been discharged from the hospital, Rodney had returned back to the house just once, to retrieve his things, then he'd been handed a plane ticket by his bitch of a mother, who'd hugged him very stiffly and briefly and briefly told him not to screw this up like the rest, and he'd been driven to the airport, where Jeannie had announced she was coming with him.

Rodney had immediately said no, but Jeannie was adamant, and finally, Rodney had given in, and Jeannie had flown with him to Toronto, where he would be driven to Twin Pines.

The plane ride had been one of the best times Rodney had ever had in his whole life.

He and Jeannie had used the last of their time together to party like there was no tomorrow, they'd taken hundreds of pictures together, making faces for the camera.

They'd sang songs as loud as they could, made faces at the flight attendant when her back was turned, they'd snuck over to the empty seats and rang the bell, and quickly raced back to their seats as the flight attendant had stood scratching her head, wondering what was going on, and who kept ringing for her.

They'd stolen sixteen packets of pretzels from the food cart when the flight attendant wasn't looking, and had a food fight.

The best stunt they'd pulled was when they'd snuck out of first class and into coach, they'd strutted up and down the aisles, acting like they were the Beatles, she was Ringo and he was John Lennon, talking in accents, and flipping their hair, playing air guitar, bobbing their heads as they sang 'Hey Jude', and generally trying to piss Susan, the flight attendant, off.

It was as if what had happened back home had never even occurred, they were just a brother and sister flying to Toronto.

When they'd finally landed, they'd been sought out by an older gentleman who'd been waiting to take Rodney to Twin Pines.

Now, as the streets of Toronto flashed by the windows, Rodney felt the knots in his stomach growing tighter with each passing block, the desire for sharp, painless relief from a blade, had been growing in his chest since he'd first woken up in the hospital bed.

Rodney sighed once more, reaching forward and gently stroking Jeannie's curly strawberry-blond hair and wishing he hadn't put her through this.

"Why is it everything I do, I manage to hurt someone I love..."he thought bitterly, glaring at the stark white bandages that wound around his arm like a noose, strangling him.

July 24, 1972, 6:59am

"Rodney, Rodney, wake up, Rodney!!"

Rodney jerked awake, glancing around wildly, pushing himself into a sitting position.

"What's going on?"he asked blearily, rubbing his eyes, looking into Jeannie's worried looking face,"What's wrong?"

"We're here,"said Jeannie anxiously, tears shining in her eyes,"Oh Rodney...oh Rodney..."

"What?"asked Rodney, scooting towards the door, grabbing his dark blue bag as he exited the limo.

He gasped as he saw Twin Pines Children's Psychiatric Treatment and Rehabilitation Facility for the first time.

Everywhere, gray, concrete walls loomed three stories above him, black, cold iron bars glinted menacingly at him from every window, welcoming him to their hell.

Rodney gaped in horror as he stared at the twelve foot high chain link fences, topped by four lengths of razor wire and reinforced with a second layer of chain link, encasing the huge, desolate building and a yard.

The yard was paved with cracking, broken concrete, weeds peaking through, a single, lone, battered basketball hoop stood alone in the center of the yard, seeming to say, 'Survival isn't the worst thing that could happen to you here'.

Then, without warning, a harsh bell resounded across the barren hell, and thirty or so children, ranging from the age of four to seventeen crashed into the yard, and chaos ensued.

Screams and shouts of fury and terror cascaded over them, drowning them in sound.

Rodney watched in horror as a boy of about sixteen chased after a kid of about nine, he caught him after they both crashed into the fence.

"You think you could get away!!"shouted the older one, grabbing the boy by his shirt, slamming his head into the fence over and over, before dragging him away, punching him again and again.

Rodney couldn't believe the revolting terribleness of the whole thing, as the older boy dragged the littler one over to a group of other boys, who threw him into the center of the ring and began to launch kicks at him.

The boy's screams of agony ripped through Rodney's dazed dreamlike state,"Leave him alone!!"shouted Jeannie furiously, racing up to the fence and clanging it angrily.

The group glanced up and began to shout swear words and profanities at her, calling her the most unimaginable names.

"Leave her alone!!"shouted Rodney, stepping forward and pushing Jeannie behind him.

"Oh, you wanna mess wit' me white boy!?!?"shouted a young black, kid stepping forward and baring his disgusting teeth at Rodney.

Before Rodney could respond, almost all of the kids in the yard charged the fence, slamming into it, shrieking, screaming, and shouting at everything and anything.

Jeannie gasped behind Rodney's back, clutching at his shirt, and whimpering.

Rodney glared at them, preparing to protect Jeannie at all costs when suddenly, a siren screeched over the yard, grating at Rodney's eardrums.

The effect the siren had on the children was instantaneous, they leaped away from the fence as if burned, most of them putting both hands behind their heads, dropping to their knees, and laying down on the ground.

But a few of them didn't, they instead turned and raced towards the steel doors, screaming hysterically, their eyes rolling back in their heads, fists raised.

Without warning, twenty or so people flooded into the yard, fully clad in riot gear, sporting shields and batons, moving into a formation, words glinting on the front of their armor, it read, 'Behavioral Squad.'

Jeannie screamed as the kids kept racing forward, toward the guards, and the guards raised their batons.

She turned away as they collided, but it didn't block out the sounds of the crunching of batons on skulls, nor the dull thud of batons on flesh, or the screams of the boys as they were bludgeoned mercilessly.

Jeannie looked away, but Rodney couldn't tear his eyes away from the carnage, the blood flowing like rivers, the splatter as it hit the shields of the cruel guards, the way it dripped off the batons as the guards raised them for another swing.

Finally, the screams faded, and the sounds of the batons colliding with skulls and flesh was gone, and the only sounds that was heard was the swish of the doors swinging open, and the slow gurgling of blood as it gushed in torrents out of the boys heads, and the whimpers of the kids.

Rodney gaped at the carnage he saw, blood everywhere, and those guys, the guards, they were just standing there, swinging there batons, chatting and laughing, as the boys were almost bleeding to death at their feet.

"Rodney...oh...Rodney..."gasped Jeannie, peeking over his shoulder at the carnage, gasping and beginning to sob into his shoulder.

Rodney glared at the guards, as he pulled Jeannie into his arms, shushing her, stroking her hair, trying to assure her that it would be okay, but knowing it wouldn't.

July 24, 1972, 7:09am

Dr. Auralee Hope-Drangis was not having a good day.

First, her assistant, Tate had screwed up her coffee, and the daily medication regiment, so the inmate children were all out of whack.

She'd received a call from the Ontario police about a possible inspection and investigation, and then she'd received word about a new arrival coming in today, a cutter, one of the worst of the worst.

And on top of it all, those stupid assholes of a riot squad called the 'Behavioral Squad,' had gone postal, again, and had burst out in full riot gear for a little spat of an argument a couple of the boys were having.

She sighed again as she neared the swinging door that led into the yard.

She mentally braced herself as she pushed the door open and walked slowly into the yard, towards the mess of blood and limbs that had been boys a few moments earlier.

She stared at the pathetic sight for a moment before glancing up, towards the fence, and saw a couple of kids, and old guy and a limo.

"Hmmm...that must be the new arrival,"she thought grimly, setting her jaw firmly before walking over towards them.

July 24, 1972, 7:09am

Rodney watched the woman as she stepped over and around the kids who lay obediently on the ground.

"Well, I guess you boys are going into solitary,"she said, looking at the bloody mess of limbs, skulls, and hair that lay just inches away from her Prada shoes.

The boys whimpered, cowering away from her, attempting to shield their broken heads from further abuse.

The woman watched the pitiful display of terror with a strange expression on her face, like she was looking at a dying cobra, like she was glad it was dead, and it amused her to watch it die, but she didn't want to let anyone know she was enjoying watching it die.

Instantly, and inexplicably, Rodney hated that woman, he hated with every fiber of his being, almost more than anything else in the world. Almost as if she could feel the hatred radiating off of him, the woman glanced up, and saw Rodney and Jeannie.

She went grim faced, then she approached them, her manner was all business.

"You must be the new arrival,"she said as she reached them, reaching to her belt for a bunch of keys on a ring.

She unlocked the gate, and stepped through, carefully avoiding the razor wire.

She extended her hand, smiling a falsely cheery smile,"My name is Dr.Hope-Drangis, but you can call me Dr.Drangis. I'm very pleased to welcome you to Twin Pines."she said, in a sugary, sickeningly sweet voice.

Rodney glared at her, his upper lip curling, Jeannie, on the other hand, came out from behind him, and shook the woman's hand.

"Hi, my name's Jeannie, nice to meet you, this is my brother Rodney. he's supposed to come here, but I don't think this is where he's supposed to be, so..."she said, all in one breath, chewing her lip.

"Jeannie, it's understandable that you wouldn't want your brother here, especially after what you've just seen, but I assure you that this is a credible institute, despite what you've seen, I promise we'll take good care of Rodney,"replied Dr.Drangis, smiling her fake smile even wider, her voice becoming even more sickly sweet.

Jeannie gave a tentative smile, believing the lie, she nodded slowly,"Okay, but are you sure that won't happen to Rodney?"she asked.

"Absolutely, I give you my word, this kind of thing has never happened before, and we will take good care of Rodney."she said, her voice still as sickly sweet as ever.

"Okay then,"said Jeannie, turning to smile widely at Rodney,"I'm glad. You'll be safe here Rodney."

Rodney looked sadly at his innocent little sister, he forced a small, sad smile,"Yeah, okay, sure Jeannie,"he said, falsely cheery,"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be great."

"That's the spirit Rodney,"said Dr.Drangis, clapping him on the shoulder,"Now how about we go inside? Let's get you all settled in before dinner, it's pork chop night."

Rodney nodded, then looked at Jeannie,"Hey, well I guess this is goodbye, I'll miss you,"he said, forcing a smile,"I love you Jeannie."

Jeannie's eyes filled with tears, and she smiled sadly at him,"I love you too Rodney, I'll miss you too."

He nodded slowly, then pulled her into a tight hug, whispering int her ear,"Jeannie, I want you to promise me...stay strong, no matter what, and if...if he comes near you, you'll tell someone, no matter what. Don't let him do what he did to me to you."

"I promise,"she whispered back,"and Rodney? I'm so sorry, I should've stopped him, it's all my fault."

"No,"whispered Rodney,"It's not your fault."

He pulled away from her, gave her a watery smile, and turned away, and walked through the front gates, heading straight into the hell of Twin Pines.

"Hey Rodney,"called Jeannie,"Don't worry, until the end, I'll be here for you, no matter what, you'll always be my best friend!"

Rodney smiled his first real smile in ages, and nodded to her, waving back at her, then he turned and plunged straight through the swinging doors, directly into Twin Pines Children's Psychiatric Treatment and Rehabilitation Facility.