Date
May 21st
Location
Rail Station Compound, Guard Box outside the fence [After leaving his home]
Time
8:00am
As he feared, by the time he got back to his uncle and aunt’s house, it was way past his curfew. He might’ve been a little earlier if he had gone back home directly, though he was still past his dumb curfew. But, instead, they took him to get food and then stopped at the abandoned house to get his phone and other things to tide him through the hell that was about to come. The minute he stepped through the front door, he could feel the tension that threatened to suffocate him. Well, that was just fabulous. Sweeping his fingers through his ebony hair, he closed and locked the door behind him with a very loud sigh. Maybe he should take up the Bloodstones up on coming to talk to them. No, that would just be a detriment to him.
“I have a reason for being late. The…” Before Jimmy had a chance to tell the lie he had made up on the way home, his sixteen-year-old cousins giggled from the corner.
“You’re in trouuuuuble.” Their singsong voices grated as always and he looked over at the two sitting on the couch, their beady black eyes locked on him.
“Oh, not sucking the cock of your teachers tonight? That’s a change.” Jimmy’s biting remark cut through the air and he didn’t stop smirking at their flustered noises. It wasn’t like it was a secret because most of the school knew. Of course that was thanks to him and his buddies spreading the truth, but they didn’t know that.
What would have happened if he hadn’t come back home? If he would’ve begged Lark or Xandre to kill him and put him out of his misery? If he would have asked to stay with them instead of coming back to this shithole? Would they have come looking for him? No, they wouldn’t have because no matter what, they were being paid by the fund his father had set up the day he was born. The day he became a thing or an it, whichever fit the family’s fancy at the moment. The joke was on them though, because eventually, that money would run out, but hopefully, by then, he would be dead or gone. If not, they would not hold back in what they would do to him.
When no one came to confront him, Jimmy headed to his room. He flopped down on the bed and exhaled deeply. What a day. He had gotten his ass handed to him, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized it made him feel alive. He liked that he didn't have to hold back in fear of hurting someone. Sure, he had gotten shot, but he did feel a sight liking to Xandre. As he mused on what the dwarf had said, Jimmy wondered if maybe they weren't so different after all. Maybe he should go see if they'd take him away from this hell. At some point he finally fell asleep all coiled up in his blankets. Waking up enough to get out of the mess, he headed first to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to get a drink. His cousins were asleep on the couch and floor, having played video games most the night. Taking the pills out of his pocket, he tossed them back without water and just waited. Waited for them to take effect or for his uncle and aunt to appear. Or both.
“You little shit. Are we a joke to you? Why can’t you be more like your cousins? You’re always causing us to deal with your issues and it’s disgusting having to speak to the cops about your drug use and hooligan activities.” His uncle’s obnoxiously loud voice came from behind him, causing him to jerk into a fully awake status. He immediately spotted the long and thick solid steel rod in his hand. His aunt was on the other side, her hands holding onto another steel rod, though it wasn’t as large.
“I’m sorry Uncle Ó’Suaird. I…” His mind fizzed a moment and all of his lies drifted out of reach. Scrunching up his brow in concentration, Jimmy shook his head in an attempt to clear his brain before he continued. “I was busy with a rehab counselor, talking to her about getting into a treatment program.”
“You’re too worthless to do anything of use like that. Don’t waste the tax dollars in that manner because you’re certainly going to be wasting them in jail. Yes, that’s right. Jail. We spoke to your probation officer and he said that your probation is being revoked and they’re throwing the book at you. You’ll die in jail, especially after they find out your secret.” Jimmy’s uncle grinned cruelly while his aunt laughed coldly, making it known that they not only knew Jimmy was a werewolf but would ensure everyone else knew too.
“Fuck.You.” Jimmy snarled at his uncle and aunt, growing incredibly hot.
Right after those words were out and about five minutes after he had taken the drugs, he felt the first few hits from both steel rods before everything went all wishy-washy with his vision and body. Like always, the pain took a long time to register, though it felt like it was even longer than normal. The ground beneath him was splattered with his blood and he could tell there were broken bones. At some point his aunt had grabbed a knife and had been cutting on him and stabbing wherever she could reach. He shuffled forward, moving for his room so that he could pass out there, like always. The rod nailing his left knee was enough to keep him from taking another step, though somehow he didn’t fall. He growled out in rage and then things dimmed much as it had just before he had gone to the shop earlier, as they kept beating him.
When he came back to reality or so he thought, within less than a minute, he was in his werewolf form, coated in blood. What he wasn't aware of though, was that everything he was seeing aside from the blood, which was from him, was just a hallucination. In his broken mind, the living room looked like a horror scene, with blood and body parts everywhere. Of course that wasn't really the case and he had just been standing in the same place, his body vibrating and causing blood to gush out from his injuries. His relatives who were huddled together in a corner were looking at him in fear, scared to even make a sound. He had never done this before! It was not much longer than a few seconds that he started to vomit copious amounts of blood. That was different! Gasping and shuddering as he fought to catch his breath and stop puking, he looked around, golden eyes glowing in the light. When he saw what was left of his cousins, uncle, and aunt, he just stared in shock before puking more, this time fire mixing with the vomit. Scrambling backward at the sudden fire engulfing the couch, he realized he had taken the wrong pills. His uncle, refusing to burn to death had made the executive decision to grab the nearby fire extinguisher to put out the fire.
Am I going to die?! Why the fuck didn't I pay attention?! I can't take them again… not if this is happening just after a second time. Fucking Jackals!!
He needed help… needed to get to Xandre and Lark or a Bloodstone that could help. Panicking, he rushed for the door only for his back leg to give out thanks to the previous beating. As he struggled to his limbs, the flames quickly spread through the house, though in reality, the fire had already been put out. Dragging himself to the door, he hefted his beaten frame outside. Fighting through the inability to put pressure on his leg, he moved through the streets, mind growing distorted again. Somehow he made it to the Bloodstone turf and more specifically to the gate. Just as he appeared, he involuntary shifted back to his human and unfortunately naked blood soaked frame. Once again puking up blood, he grimaced when he leg gave out and he dropped to the ground.
“Xandre…?! Lark…?! Someone… help…” His voice was probably just loud enough to reach the guard box, but not that much further. Leaning in a crumpled heap, he threw up blood profusely, body shuddering uncontrollably, the majority of his injuries remaining unhealed.
May 21st
Location
Rail Station Compound, Guard Box outside the fence [After leaving his home]
Time
8:00am
As he feared, by the time he got back to his uncle and aunt’s house, it was way past his curfew. He might’ve been a little earlier if he had gone back home directly, though he was still past his dumb curfew. But, instead, they took him to get food and then stopped at the abandoned house to get his phone and other things to tide him through the hell that was about to come. The minute he stepped through the front door, he could feel the tension that threatened to suffocate him. Well, that was just fabulous. Sweeping his fingers through his ebony hair, he closed and locked the door behind him with a very loud sigh. Maybe he should take up the Bloodstones up on coming to talk to them. No, that would just be a detriment to him.
“I have a reason for being late. The…” Before Jimmy had a chance to tell the lie he had made up on the way home, his sixteen-year-old cousins giggled from the corner.
“You’re in trouuuuuble.” Their singsong voices grated as always and he looked over at the two sitting on the couch, their beady black eyes locked on him.
“Oh, not sucking the cock of your teachers tonight? That’s a change.” Jimmy’s biting remark cut through the air and he didn’t stop smirking at their flustered noises. It wasn’t like it was a secret because most of the school knew. Of course that was thanks to him and his buddies spreading the truth, but they didn’t know that.
What would have happened if he hadn’t come back home? If he would’ve begged Lark or Xandre to kill him and put him out of his misery? If he would have asked to stay with them instead of coming back to this shithole? Would they have come looking for him? No, they wouldn’t have because no matter what, they were being paid by the fund his father had set up the day he was born. The day he became a thing or an it, whichever fit the family’s fancy at the moment. The joke was on them though, because eventually, that money would run out, but hopefully, by then, he would be dead or gone. If not, they would not hold back in what they would do to him.
When no one came to confront him, Jimmy headed to his room. He flopped down on the bed and exhaled deeply. What a day. He had gotten his ass handed to him, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized it made him feel alive. He liked that he didn't have to hold back in fear of hurting someone. Sure, he had gotten shot, but he did feel a sight liking to Xandre. As he mused on what the dwarf had said, Jimmy wondered if maybe they weren't so different after all. Maybe he should go see if they'd take him away from this hell. At some point he finally fell asleep all coiled up in his blankets. Waking up enough to get out of the mess, he headed first to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to get a drink. His cousins were asleep on the couch and floor, having played video games most the night. Taking the pills out of his pocket, he tossed them back without water and just waited. Waited for them to take effect or for his uncle and aunt to appear. Or both.
“You little shit. Are we a joke to you? Why can’t you be more like your cousins? You’re always causing us to deal with your issues and it’s disgusting having to speak to the cops about your drug use and hooligan activities.” His uncle’s obnoxiously loud voice came from behind him, causing him to jerk into a fully awake status. He immediately spotted the long and thick solid steel rod in his hand. His aunt was on the other side, her hands holding onto another steel rod, though it wasn’t as large.
“I’m sorry Uncle Ó’Suaird. I…” His mind fizzed a moment and all of his lies drifted out of reach. Scrunching up his brow in concentration, Jimmy shook his head in an attempt to clear his brain before he continued. “I was busy with a rehab counselor, talking to her about getting into a treatment program.”
“You’re too worthless to do anything of use like that. Don’t waste the tax dollars in that manner because you’re certainly going to be wasting them in jail. Yes, that’s right. Jail. We spoke to your probation officer and he said that your probation is being revoked and they’re throwing the book at you. You’ll die in jail, especially after they find out your secret.” Jimmy’s uncle grinned cruelly while his aunt laughed coldly, making it known that they not only knew Jimmy was a werewolf but would ensure everyone else knew too.
“Fuck.You.” Jimmy snarled at his uncle and aunt, growing incredibly hot.
Right after those words were out and about five minutes after he had taken the drugs, he felt the first few hits from both steel rods before everything went all wishy-washy with his vision and body. Like always, the pain took a long time to register, though it felt like it was even longer than normal. The ground beneath him was splattered with his blood and he could tell there were broken bones. At some point his aunt had grabbed a knife and had been cutting on him and stabbing wherever she could reach. He shuffled forward, moving for his room so that he could pass out there, like always. The rod nailing his left knee was enough to keep him from taking another step, though somehow he didn’t fall. He growled out in rage and then things dimmed much as it had just before he had gone to the shop earlier, as they kept beating him.
When he came back to reality or so he thought, within less than a minute, he was in his werewolf form, coated in blood. What he wasn't aware of though, was that everything he was seeing aside from the blood, which was from him, was just a hallucination. In his broken mind, the living room looked like a horror scene, with blood and body parts everywhere. Of course that wasn't really the case and he had just been standing in the same place, his body vibrating and causing blood to gush out from his injuries. His relatives who were huddled together in a corner were looking at him in fear, scared to even make a sound. He had never done this before! It was not much longer than a few seconds that he started to vomit copious amounts of blood. That was different! Gasping and shuddering as he fought to catch his breath and stop puking, he looked around, golden eyes glowing in the light. When he saw what was left of his cousins, uncle, and aunt, he just stared in shock before puking more, this time fire mixing with the vomit. Scrambling backward at the sudden fire engulfing the couch, he realized he had taken the wrong pills. His uncle, refusing to burn to death had made the executive decision to grab the nearby fire extinguisher to put out the fire.
Am I going to die?! Why the fuck didn't I pay attention?! I can't take them again… not if this is happening just after a second time. Fucking Jackals!!
He needed help… needed to get to Xandre and Lark or a Bloodstone that could help. Panicking, he rushed for the door only for his back leg to give out thanks to the previous beating. As he struggled to his limbs, the flames quickly spread through the house, though in reality, the fire had already been put out. Dragging himself to the door, he hefted his beaten frame outside. Fighting through the inability to put pressure on his leg, he moved through the streets, mind growing distorted again. Somehow he made it to the Bloodstone turf and more specifically to the gate. Just as he appeared, he involuntary shifted back to his human and unfortunately naked blood soaked frame. Once again puking up blood, he grimaced when he leg gave out and he dropped to the ground.
“Xandre…?! Lark…?! Someone… help…” His voice was probably just loud enough to reach the guard box, but not that much further. Leaning in a crumpled heap, he threw up blood profusely, body shuddering uncontrollably, the majority of his injuries remaining unhealed.
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