Author's Notes: This story is going to be very close to the original story of "Blue Autumn", there will be a few changes and tweaks though, but nothing that will detract from the story that you have already enjoyed.
To Atraxotax; The main reason for writing stories about girls… it has a larger audience. Putting a boy through absolute hell doesn't really draw the reader in as much. Don't worry though, I put ALL of my MAIN original characters (OC's) through absolute hell. The ending of Rebirth of Honor will show that quite clearly. A story isn't a story without some tragedy, and drama. I am working on a Xenomorph story, but it's not ready for posting yet, I am also working on Halo, Godzilla, and some others, including an AVP & Lord Of The Rings crossover that will have NOTHING to do with Middle Earth! Meaning, that I am NOT sticking a Yautja or Xenomorph into Middle Earth… instead, I am putting a Hobbit into AVP… and YES… there will be magical items in use! Although that will completely CONFOUND the Yautja!
A headache threatened to split my skull as a dull aches became known across my body. Groaning I tried to shift only to have my body revolt. Writhing in agony, the torturous flames of pain slowly kindled down to nothing. I lay there heaving for air, perspiration coating my face. Slowly standing up, I bit my cheek to hold back the silent cries of pain. My hand immediately folded over my left side, the side that had been smashed with the table. My ribs felt like they were on fire, my breathing was arduous and just simply standing there felt as if I had run a marathon. My legs gave out as I collapsed back down to the floor.
Tears stung my eyes as my hands clenched on the old, cold, hard wood floor. Why me? What have I ever done to deserve this? Some inner voice grinned sadistically and mimicked my fathers tones. I clenched my eyes shut and tried not to vomit at the onslaught of pain that crashed through me, both physically and mentality. The voice hissed and snaked through my mind making the world spin. 'You existed.' I struggled up to my feet, and I staggered to the bathroom, my ribs protesting the whole way. Falling to my knees I bent over the toilet and emptied the contents, which wasn't much considering I never ate.
Sitting backwards on my haunches I let the silent tears fall, oh how I wished I could scream, shout, or do something! But alas... I was useless. My vision swam into dark colors, my heart pounding, dots blurring my vision. Staggering up I reached into my dingy cupboard and got my razor blade. Rolling up my sleeve, I slashed at my skin, wanting nothing more than the release of emotional pain. Blood seemed to be the only cure. Slowly the pain ebbed through me and took away the ache within my heavy heart. Slumping against the sink, I watched with sick satisfaction as the blood pooled and dripped down the cracked white marble. Smiling morbidly, I cleaned up my mess.
Pulling my sleeve back down, I stumbled back into my room and changed into a different set of jeans. Slowly and agonizingly I stripped my long sleeve off, pain wracked my body stealing my breath away. Clenching my jaw I managed to get the shirt off, perspiration covered my arms and abdomen. Gasping softly I staggered forward and grabbed a loose tank top. Sliding it on, I grabbed my favorite hoody and slipped it on as well. Brushing my hair from my eyes, I slowly applied my make up and grabbed my bag. A silent whimper made its way up my throat, tears pricking my eyes.
I ambled slowly from my room, bag sitting painfully on my shoulder and resting against my no doubt broken ribs. Gritting jaw I quickly moved down stairs, the sound of heavy panting, groaning, and moaning from my fathers room alerting me to his visitor. Disgust welled up in my being, but I knew that if he was occupied, I would have a chance of getting out and getting to school. Stumbling out the front door I slowly walked down the street, pain ricocheting through my torso with every jarring step. Clenching my eyes tightly shut I forced myself to walk down the street toward my school, my vision swimming and blurring the entire time.
As I made the final turn to my school I heaved a sigh of relief. The sound of a throaty engine grabbed my attention, looking up I saw a beat up '77 Camaro with faded yellow paint and black racing stripes. A grin pulled at my lips when I realized Witwicky was driving it. Well he got the car after all. I thought proudly. I may not know a lot of people, but Sam was one of the few people I would probably consider as a friend, but alas I can't speak, so I don't have any friends. No one could ever know of the horrors of my life, I could never know anyone else, for why would anyone wish to speak with a demon?
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Sitting through Biology was bad enough with having to move around and look into microscopes, but that was child's play compared to the agony I was in now. PE, such a wondrous class. Not. I had been forced to change into my PE cloths even though I didn't want to. Putting in my combination, I quickly grabbed my shorts and shirt and went into a stall. Couldn't have anyone seeing the markings now could I? Changing rather swiftly for being as injured as I was I gave myself a silent pat on the back as I put my jeans and long sleeve in the locker. My jacket always stayed on my person.
Slamming the door to my locker, I put the lock back on and made sure it clicked into place. Turning I bumped into the snotty brat from yesterday. Her pink lips curled back as she sneered. How anyone could think she was pretty was beyond me. With the way she was always baring her teeth I had to wonder if she had Rabies. Quirking a silent dark frown I shoved past her and made for the door. I never got there however as a surprisingly strong hand grabbed my arm, the one that I had put fresh cuts in last night. I could feel a warmth spread across my arm as she no doubt reopened the healing damage.
"What's your problem bitch, huh?" She snapped while jerking me backwards. My back slammed into a locker making me gasp in pain as my ribs protested, dark splotches crossed my field of vision. I looked up at her and glared.
"Why don't you talk huh? Too scared?" She sneered. Anger welled up inside of me. Trust me bitch, it's not by choice. I thought angrily. Suddenly manicured nails were against my face, a loud pop sizzling in the air. My head twisted to the side as pain lanced through my right cheek. Turning my head I stared at her expressionlessly. Anger twisted her features displaying who she really was beneath all that makeup. Her other hand whipped out and popped my left cheek.
Turning my head I just stared at her, trying to hide my amusement. That was the worst she's got? I inwardly snorted. She's got nothing on my father. Curling my lips, I pushed her away from me and walked out of the room. My cheeks stinging as the cool air hit them, but again I ignored them. They were nothing compared to my searing ribs and torn up wrist. Of course the whole wrist thing was solely my fault, but that's a moot point.
Scowling I walked down the track not bothering to jog like everyone else. I think the coach finally gave up on trying to make me exercise. It's not like I needed it, I mean I'm not vain, but I'm already very thin. I can't really afford to loose any more weight. Sighing, I hugged my arms to my sides not paying attention to anything around me. Something slammed into me from behind knocking me to the ground, pain lanced up my already damaged hands as I tried to catch myself.
"Oops sorry I didn't see you there Demon." I gritted my teeth and stood up slowly, the evil conniving rabid preppy from earlier stood before me. Figures I would make enemies almost as bad as my dad. I thought dismally. Rolling my eyes I walked away from her intent on ignoring her, of course she didn't like that. A shove from behind had me stumbling forward, locking my legs I whirled around and wanted to scream 'what is your problem!', but I knew it wouldn't do any good. For starters I can't talk, secondly I doubt she has any brains to comprehend what I would be saying. I may not be able to speak, but body language does wonders. Crossing my arms I shot a dark glare toward her. Locking my dark eyes on her pale blue ones. My hands clenched into my locked arms, my eyes narrowing even further.
"Oh so scary. What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" She sneered as she circled me like some wild animal. I kept an emotionless facade as I watched her, admittedly I was a bit nervous. Glancing up I saw the coach eying us wearily, the other jogging kids slowed to investigate. A hopeful look in their eyes. Of course, everyone wants to see the Goth beaten up don't they? I thought with disgust. That voice came back hissing smugly. 'Only when it's you.' I dug my fingers into my palms at that. Glaring disdainfully at the psychotic bitch I turned my back on her to walk away. Bad idea.
A sudden weight crushed against me, and threw me to the ground, natural instinct from years of being around my father kicked in. My legs flew up between her body and my own when we rolled over. Bending my knees I put as much force into the kick as I could. Flinging my legs out, I slammed them into her, thrusting her off of me. Rolling into a crouched position I watched her body language, a silent snarl on my lips, adrenaline drowning out the agony I knew I should have been in. The girl stood up and glared at me, heat pooling in her cheeks at having been tossed aside so easily.
I wanted to tell her to not take it personally; she was just weak like everyone else. A faint smile pulled at my lips as I sneered at her. As soon as she tensed and stared at me with a look I knew all to well, I tensed. My instincts kicking in and assessing the situation, steeling myself, I decided I was done with running. My muscles filled with the adrenaline pumping through my blood stream, fight or flight kicking in and switching gears. I was gonna take this predator out, teach her I wasn't prey. My lips curled into a silent snarl, as the preppy spoiled brat lunged I tensed my muscles and let her slam into me. I knew the impact of me not moving must have felt like slamming into concrete, it sure felt like a truck plowing into me.
I let my muscles turn fluid and used the last of the momentum to flip us over, curling my lips I slammed her into the running track. She looked up at me with wide eyes full of confusion, leaning in close I let her see my eyes fully, see the fury that lay hidden within. A strangled whining noise came from her as she started screaming. A hand pulled me off of her and thrust me to the side, as my adrenaline wore off I could feel my abused and battered ribs complaining at all the treatment they were getting. Hissing I winced and silently touched my side as the obnoxious preppy told the coach I had attacked her. Bull shit.
Silently I stood as the coach came toward me and in a clipped tone, told the students to continue what they were doing. All of them dispersed muttering about the short fight. As the buff coach grabbed my arm and hauled me away I couldn't help but to look back. Those pink lips stretching over pearly white teeth mocked me. Clenching my fist, I strode forward trying to ignore the one person who insisted on making me life miserable. Supposed to be my fathers job, slut. I thought inwardly.
When we got to the discipline office the coach thrust me inside and slammed the door, leaving me to my fate. Scowling I walked over and sank down in a chair. I couldn't really care less what these people had to say to me. Authoritative figures meant nothing to me. My father was supposed to be an authoritative figure in my life, but he abused his power, and me. So why should I trust that others won't do the same? No one has ever helped me, no one has ever saved me. I relied on myself.
Crossing my arms I slunk down in my seat, listening to voices discussing what to do with me. Anger pulsed in my heart, filled my veins with its burning fire. My lungs felt like they were filled with water, splotches echoing across my vision. The walls were crowding me in. The voices were coming my way, but taking a glance to the door I knew I could make it. Standing up I rushed out the door before the shadows even passed the corner. Sprinting down the hallways I rushed outside and made a break for the busy streets.
Voices were shouting at me to come back, feet pounded behind me, but they quickly fell behind me. Skidding into an alley way I gasped for breath, my ribs pounding and stealing my breath away. Walking down the alley a cool wind blew past making me shiver. For some reason, it was always cold in the inner city. The walls around me were crumbling, the buildings in a state of decay. I crept silently like a shadow, moving through the devastation of neglect and time. A hole in a wall just big enough for me to crawl through is where I stopped. Looking around to make sure I wasn't being followed I slipped into the opening and crawled through the barely big enough shaft. When it opened I found myself in a destroyed and abandoned church. Not many knew it, but I was religious. Sometimes I got angry at God, but there had to be a reason for all of this right? I mean, it wasn't like I went to church services or anything, but... this was the only thing I had left.
The only thing keeping my shreds of sanity together. Standing up slowly I dusted off my dirty gym shorts and jacket. Swallowing I crept to the alter and knelt down. Tears blurred my vision as I looked down, trying to determine what to say... well think. Closing my eyes I bowed my head and for the first time in awhile I prayed. Everyone has abandoned me... I'm lost... I need strength, I need help. Please... help me. A tear slipped down my cheek, because as usual, I got no answer.
Standing up I brushed it away and made my way back outside. Once in the alley I made my way north. Away from the apartment complexes, the rundown streets, away from my school. The north side was the 'rich' side. It was where the middle class such as Witwicky lived, I only knew because I had been there once. I had made a run for it and surprisingly Witwicky had helped me... he was the only one who knew. I suppose in a way we were friends, perhaps? Sighing, I walked down the clean streets, everything new and taken care of. Stopping outside a house I looked in, watching a family have dinner, glancing at the sun I supposed it must be already somewhere around four in the afternoon. I wonder what it'd be like... to live with a loving family... I thought inwardly while watching the children talk and laugh, the parents share a loving kiss. Turning away I swallowed back the pain in my heart.
Dropping my head below my shoulders I trudged down the street desolately, trying to decide what to do. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go home, no doubt the school had to have contacted my father. I shivered at the idea of what awaited me when I got home. Sucking in a soft breath I only knew of one place to go, it wasn't exactly pleasant, but she would take me for the night... she always did. Walking up to a house silently I followed the path knowing how the woman was and stopped on the porch. Reaching up hesitantly I paused my hand in front of the door and swallowed. Heaving a silent sigh I rapped my knuckles across the wood. It was silent for only a few moments before the door opened. Bright light spilled across the porch, illuminating the yard.
The hectic woman standing there and took in a drag from her cigarette, her deep sea green eyes narrowed. Blowing smoke into my face while she looked me over with disgust.
"What are you doing here?" My aunt snapped. Pain washed across my features. I wanted to reply to her but I couldn't, so I did the only thing I could. Shifting my hoody, I lifted my throat and let my aunt see the long horizontal pink scar on my throat. Letting go I returned to a more relaxed position and found her staring at me oddly.
"Just like your mother. Get inside." She snapped and moved aside. I didn't understand what she meant, but I wasn't going to refuse. It was either this or go home and face my father. Walking inside silently I heard the door close behind me and my aunt walked to the couch. Plopping down she picked up her wine glass and took a sip. Wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other she nodded to the stairs.
"You know where everything is." she stated rather than questioned. Nodding silently even though I knew she couldn't see it I moved inside, closed the door, and walked up the stairs. Walking down the hall silently I slunk to the room my mother used to call her own. Swallowing, I opened the door and stepped inside. Surprisingly not a spec of dust touched anything. Aunty must be taking care of the room in memory of her sister... my mother. Walking over to the bed I gently sat down on it, running a hand over the silky neon blue sheets I looked up and around. The same old mahogany vanity, the oak floor boards, coffee table, and shelves stuffed with books that haven't been touched in years. Closing my eyes I pictured my mother, her deep sea foam green eyes, silky strawberry blond hair, and sleek figure in my minds eye. Her voice musical and serene as she sang me to sleep. A tear slid down my cheek when I thought of her, I hadn't seen her since that day. Taking in a ragged breath, I wiped the tears away from my cheeks with the heels of my hands. Lying back I closed my eyes and curled into the bed, my mother's scent still lingered on the pillows. Filling my nostrils with it, her singing voice in my ears.
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At roughly six am I awoke and quickly climbed out of bed. Slinking down the halls I escaped through the front door and made my way home. Luckily it was Saturday so I could get home, get dressed, reapply makeup, and be out the front door for the rest of the day. The dark streets slowly began to turn gray with dawns light as I slunk up the steps of the old worn down building. Walking into the house I crept to my room and grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans, a black long sleeved shirt, and fresh under clothes. Once in the bathroom I took an extremely quick shower and got out. Pulling on the fresh clothes I put on my usual make up.
Grabbing my messenger bag I took out my school books and put in some art supplies and money. Pausing at my door I hesitated before back tracking and grabbing my knife. Rushing out my bedroom door I made for the stairs when a shadow stepped in front of me. My father stood there looking haggard as usual, but something was different. Taking a step backwards I noticed he held an old black chains in his hands. My blood turned cold and I backed up, my back slamming against my door. His muddy brown eyes locked on mine, oily brown hair flung everywhere haphazardly.
"I see you're home. Finally come back from your romp you little slut?" Disgust and anger rushed through me. How dare he? He took a step closer and my blade suddenly whipped out. I held it in front of me shakily and silently dared him to take a step closer. He glanced from the knife to me and suddenly started laughing.
"You think that fazes me? I've killed people, and you're no different from others in my book." Suddenly he dropped the chains and pulled out a huge gutting knife. My own small knife clattered to the ground as fear swept through me. He... he wouldn't... would he? As if reading my expression his cold laughter echoed around me.
"Oh I will do it. You're pathetic! Just like your slut of a mother." Angry tears blurred my vision as I stared up at the man I was forced to call father. Turning I quickly opened my door and slipped in, my father tried to follow, his knife flinging at me wildly. I shoved my meager body weight against the door, trying to close it. After a moment, his arm slipped away and the door slid shut. Locking it I raced for the window and tried to open it. I pulled and yanked on it as the sound of splintering would echoed behind me. A silent sob made its way up my throat as I yanked on the window, my father's form burst through the shredded door way, his knife sinking into my side. Blood spurted from my mouth and onto the window as I collapsed. The blade sank into my ribcage, no doubt puncturing a lung, if the drowning feeling and gurgling was any indication. Sinking to the floor, I felt chains being clamped tightly onto my hands behind my back, and clamping my ankles together. Shackles. I thought distantly.
Closing my eyes tightly I waited for the finishing blow, but it never came. Instead, I was dragged through the house, painfully down the stairs, and out the back door. The grass ripped and tore at my cloths and skin. Turning he picked up a rock and before I could move slammed it into the base of my skull. My body went limp and everything faded to black.
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When I came to I could feel a sticky liquid in my hair, matting it. I winced and attempted to raise my hand to check it out, but something jerked my hands. Opening my eyes I found the night sky up above me. A dull pounding behind my eyes flared into a full out migraine as the soft moon light hit my dilated pupils. Slowly twisting my head to the side with a silent whimper of pain I looked around trying to observe my surroundings. Every little bit of light hurt my eyes and agitated my migraine. My breaths were shallow, a faint gurgling wheeze erupting from my throat with every breath. A trickle of liquid rolled from the side of my mouth, and even though I couldn't see it I was sure it was blood.
I closed my eyes as the sounds of the forest around me echoed and mocked me, the shrubbery occasionally shivering and the squeal of something dieing piercing the air. Resting my head against the ground I could feel the pool of blood slowly growing as I grew drowsy. The pressure in my skull seemed to be slowly increasing as well, it was as if my brain was swelling. I had no doubt that that was probably the problem. If my memories were correct, my father had hit me over the head with a rather large rock. I probably have a concussion. I thought morosely. The night air was suddenly pierced by a loud cracking noise. Jerking I tried to sit up, only to have pain explode in my chest and blood splatter the ground from my mouth.
My breath halted as blood flooded my lungs. My dark eyes widened as I realized I was dieing. It finally hit me. My father had left me here to drown in my own blood. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and even though it taxed me and probably made me loose even more blood, I struggled to move, to get out of my shackles. I refused to die out here. I could feel my heart slowing as my precious life blood was ever so slowly leaking away.
After a while I quit struggling and just stared up at the stars. I could feel my body heat leaving me as I just stared blankly up. The panic ebbed away as a more peaceful feeling washed through me. I suppose dieing wasn't meant to be. The next thing I knew someone was beside me and talking in a hurried rambling voice.
"Hey are you okay. You really don't look so good. Oh my gosh your leaking everywhere! What happened, why are you chained up? Do you know who did this to you?" I blinked owlishly at him as I started to see double. At least I'll die in the arms of a cute guy. I thought bemusedly. He had deep blue gray hair that hung in his eyes and spiked up in the back. His eyes were an amazing neon blue. Contacts? His features masculine and drawn smoothly. His hands grabbed the chains and broke them rather efficiently, his biceps sliding under me and picking me up gently.
"Don't worry I'll get you to a med bay! It'll all be good. My names Blue by the way! What's yours? Oh right, your too injured to speak right now huh? Don't worry I'll get you to a med bay! Wait I said that already didn't I?" I started to zone out and fade into a dazed sleep. I guess too much blood loss did that to you. I was distantly aware of being settled in a car, the seats seemed to mold around me as heat blasted on my icy skin. A voice, Blue's?, was chattering away. What an odd name... Blue... I thought as I finally succumbed to the darkness.
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It felt as if I had been sleeping forever. My limbs felt heavy, an obnoxious beeping faded into consciousness somewhere from my left. Grimacing, I turned my head and slowly opened my eyes. An onslaught of light filtered into my eyes, giving me a mild headache, blinking the dots away a white room came into focus. …Hospital... I hate hospitals. I thought dismally. Looking around I saw a T.V. across the room from me. Surprisingly it was turned on, but what surprised me was the news report on much of downtown Mission City getting destroyed. I was confused for multiple reasons.
1: how did I get here?
2: How long have I been out?
And 3: what happened to Mission City?