Chapter 1: the Tormentors
Spock was bleeding.
He tried to mop up the green blood as much as he could with his blue shirt. His six usual tormenters from school had cornered him, and tried to evoke an emotional response from him by calling him names, attacking his heritage and eventually beating him. He had tried to fight off his attackers, but he was grossly outnumbered. The part that amused Spock was that in their attempt to get an emotional response from him, they got one from themselves. He sat approximately fifty feet from his house on a street corner. He had a black eye along with a deep gash running from the bottom of the left side of his lip to near his ear. His shirt was also torn near the bottom, not to mention that he was emotionally shaken. He stood and walked the rest of the way home, trying to look dignified and unemotional. They had an average sized house that was tan, just like the sand. When he reached his front door and walked in, he found Amanda in the kitchen. (his father Sarek was away on Earth for a diplomatic conference, since he was the ambassador.) Sitting at their table and writing on a note pad. She didn't look up as Spock entered, he was glad for this, he did not want his mother to see his injuries.
"Hello Spock, I was just making a list of things that should be done before your father retu..." she looked up to see her son walking quickly by trying to divert his face. She gently reached out, took his shoulder and turned him to face her. Her reaction was immediate and one of complete shock and horror."What happened to you? Were those boys teasing you again? Well I'll tell you what, I am going to tell their mothers the awful and illogical things their sons are doing to you!" Amanda stated as she flipped through her pad to find a clean page. "Now, tell me who hurt you. They aren't getting away with it this time." Spock looked into his mothers worried eyes and tried to tell her with his own eyes that he didn't have it in him to relive the experience.
"Mother, I do not wish to discuss this. I have 'let the matter go' as I believe your earth people say." Although he was only seventeen, Spock often spoke like this giving the illusion of older age.
"Oh I can't believe this! Why don't you want these kids punished for what they did to you? I mean look at your eye! It's practically purple!"Amanda shrieked as she stood up and led Spock to the kitchen sink where she wet a cloth and put it to her sons eye."Does your cut hurt? Do you need me to call a doctor?"
"That will not be necessary Mother, the pain is manageable." Spock said very calmly. Escaping his mothers grasp, he retired to his room, it was plain, the way he liked it. Except the ceiling was painted like vulcans sky at night. Complete with constellations and nearby planets. Spock sat in the chair next to his bed and attempted meditation. He needed to rid himself of these negative emotions. He quickly quit his attempt as his mind kept drifting to school today. He had been partnered with a girl from his class he barely talks to named T' Pin. She was very logical in her thinking, but seemed cold and detected. However whenever he looked into her eyes, it looked as though she were screaming to him "I need a friend." Since his atempt at meditation was futile, it was illogical to pursue this action. He took off his uniform and put on his panamas, opened the covers, entered his bed and quickly faded off into sleep. A sleep filled with strange dreams of doctors and bullies.
The next morning he awoke, he hadnt slept very well. He never really slept well. But tonight he kept waking up from his disturbing dreams. He got out of bed, picked out a clean uniform and matching boots. Exiting his room and entering the kitchen he grabbed the vulcan equivalent to an apple, called a Kadma. Finishing the fruit he exited the house and started walking to school. It took him usually about ten minutes or so to get there, but not today.