Post by Kristopher Roberts on May 1, 2010 23:26:47 GMT -5
Basically, I got bored as hell and figured, ah, why not make a short story? Hell, maybe other's will want too as well! So why not make a thread for it? Its fun and entertaining!
So heres my little short story! Enjoy XD
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Five Minutes Till Midnight
Rain pelted against the dirty window within a small dark room that was located within a fairy large house. It was much bigger then the old home that was no bigger then that of a small two bedroom home that could be found on the getto side of the tracks. But this house was much larger with two stories. It seemed like Mother was doing well, she kept getting a great influx of money and so, buying a new home was no problem, nor was it any issue of keeping the cash rolling with Mother was able to find a few orphaned and run away children.
However, as many children Mother now had, that didn’t exclude her own children in her great quest for money and power in the underground world of crime. Her daughter, Sarah, was loved and cared for at every minute of everyday by everyone. She was given the best things, taught how to read and write, as well as work with money and what was a good profit deal and what was not. Her two sons, Kyle and Kristopher, was a totally different story all together. They where not educated, nor would anyone do anything for them. They where not spoiled to the very bone, furthermore they where not cared for by their Mother. Kristopher and Kyle where nothing more but another child in her court of injustice.
Kyle’s brown eyes stared out the window in his small room tonight, watching the rain with little interest. Being nothing more then a, eight year old boy didn’t give him much to do. He had little toy’s and everyone was pretty much ignoring him for a change. Which was nice. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be alone. Chocolate orbs traveled to the small clock at his messy desk that was never used. It was almost midnight. That meant business was about to begin and he wasn’t looking forward to it, he never was, midnight was a time to fight for himself and one other. His younger brother, Kristopher, was as sick as the day he was born. Not in the terms of mentally ill but physically. The blond had little to no immune system, he was smaller then normal children his age, skinner then the rest as well.
It pissed him off really, not because his brother was overall a weak child but because it made him one hell of an easy target. Especially with his looks, he was the complete opposite of Kyle in almost everyway. Kristopher did not sport the straight brown hair of his father nor the his brown eyes. No, Kristopher sported his mothers fine golden curls and green eyes with pale skin. He was just perfect candy for the type of people that came to their Mother on a nightly visit. Looking for more then just some quick drugs or booze.
Slowly, he licked his lips. Ten minutes till Midnight. Kyle was growing edgy then, his paranoia kicking in. Maybe he should sneak out of his room, he had ten minutes left, that would be enough time to go and find---suddenly he became alert as his door squeaked. Turning his dark head he caught sight of the object of his concern. There, standing in the crack of the door was a pair of green eyes that belonged to his brother. Kristopher looked at him, uncertain if he wanted to come in or not. His nose wrinkled as he tried to get rid of his sniffles.
Kyle’s features soften into gentle expression and that was enough to cause Kristopher to throw the door open and run to his siblings bed. The poor blond was wearing nothing but a white T-shirt that was much to big for him and a pair of shorts. “Kyle!” Kristopher called out, throwing himself up against the bed, his small seven year old body having some trouble getting up on the bed, but eventually he made it with the help of Kyle. “Kyle! Kyle! Take it off! Mama is being mean!” Kristopher suddenly broke into tears, “I can’t get it off!” He wailed.
“Shut up, your going to attract attention!” Kyle warned, getting off the bed to close the door quickly and lock it before returning to his brothers side. “Now what’s wrong---oh.” Kyle’s brow instantly came together in anger as his eyes laid upon his little brothers new accessory. A thick brown collar was placed about his neck with a lock between the clasp and loop hole, making the collar impossible to remove without a key.
Fucking bitch, what was she thinking? Putting a collar on Kristopher, he wasn’t some kind of animal! He was a human being just like himself. “Settle down, I can’t take it off without the key and the Bitch has it.” He concluded with a deep sigh. He never called his Mother by title, it was merely Bitch, because that was what she was to him. Nothing but a Bitch.
Kristopher grew silent then, trying to stop his tears from pouring down his face but it was hard and he was hurting. His right arm was all bruised from trying to get away from Dad when Mama decided to collar the boy. But Kyle made no mention of the arm, he knew what happened by merely looking. “So, the Bitch is putting you up for show again, isn’t she?” He asked with disgust. But Kristopher didn’t answer, he merely reached up and pulled on his pale curls. That was answer enough.
Sighing softly, Kyle reached out and hugged his bother to his bigger frame and flopped down on the bed. “Don’t worry, I’ll hide you well this time. She won’t find you and someone else will just have to take your place at the showroom.” He stated softly, reassuring his brother that everything would be just fine and to help, he kissed his brother on the head softly.
Kristopher snuggled into his brothers hold and shook his head, “What about you?” In response, Kyle only shrugged. “Bitch won’t want me tonight, I’m not blond and I already got in trouble yesterday for whacking the shit of that girl who decided I can be bossed about.”
This caused the two to laugh softly, “Ah oh, you hit Rachael didn’t you?” Kristopher asked with small amusement. “Well, she shouldn’t of tired to get me killed by taking Pop’s booze and saying I did it. So I made sure she couldn’t use her hands for anything for a week.” Kristopher shook his head, “Aww, you shouldn’t break her fingers!” He said in awe.
“It was only a few, they will heal anyways.” He said off handly, running a hand through his brother’s hair. “Anyways,” he said softly, eyes looking at the clock. “We got five minutes before I have to play Hide-The-Kris. Is there anything you want to do before---?”
Kristopher shook his head, “I just wanna lay here for a bit.” Kyle smiled and said nothing more as he held his brother, watching the clock and counting down the time before all hell broke loose and the battle would be on. Just five minutes left of peace with his little brother.
He wished he had a lot more time…
So heres my little short story! Enjoy XD
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Five Minutes Till Midnight
Rating: PG
Characters: Kris And Kyle
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Rain pelted against the dirty window within a small dark room that was located within a fairy large house. It was much bigger then the old home that was no bigger then that of a small two bedroom home that could be found on the getto side of the tracks. But this house was much larger with two stories. It seemed like Mother was doing well, she kept getting a great influx of money and so, buying a new home was no problem, nor was it any issue of keeping the cash rolling with Mother was able to find a few orphaned and run away children.
However, as many children Mother now had, that didn’t exclude her own children in her great quest for money and power in the underground world of crime. Her daughter, Sarah, was loved and cared for at every minute of everyday by everyone. She was given the best things, taught how to read and write, as well as work with money and what was a good profit deal and what was not. Her two sons, Kyle and Kristopher, was a totally different story all together. They where not educated, nor would anyone do anything for them. They where not spoiled to the very bone, furthermore they where not cared for by their Mother. Kristopher and Kyle where nothing more but another child in her court of injustice.
Kyle’s brown eyes stared out the window in his small room tonight, watching the rain with little interest. Being nothing more then a, eight year old boy didn’t give him much to do. He had little toy’s and everyone was pretty much ignoring him for a change. Which was nice. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be alone. Chocolate orbs traveled to the small clock at his messy desk that was never used. It was almost midnight. That meant business was about to begin and he wasn’t looking forward to it, he never was, midnight was a time to fight for himself and one other. His younger brother, Kristopher, was as sick as the day he was born. Not in the terms of mentally ill but physically. The blond had little to no immune system, he was smaller then normal children his age, skinner then the rest as well.
It pissed him off really, not because his brother was overall a weak child but because it made him one hell of an easy target. Especially with his looks, he was the complete opposite of Kyle in almost everyway. Kristopher did not sport the straight brown hair of his father nor the his brown eyes. No, Kristopher sported his mothers fine golden curls and green eyes with pale skin. He was just perfect candy for the type of people that came to their Mother on a nightly visit. Looking for more then just some quick drugs or booze.
Slowly, he licked his lips. Ten minutes till Midnight. Kyle was growing edgy then, his paranoia kicking in. Maybe he should sneak out of his room, he had ten minutes left, that would be enough time to go and find---suddenly he became alert as his door squeaked. Turning his dark head he caught sight of the object of his concern. There, standing in the crack of the door was a pair of green eyes that belonged to his brother. Kristopher looked at him, uncertain if he wanted to come in or not. His nose wrinkled as he tried to get rid of his sniffles.
Kyle’s features soften into gentle expression and that was enough to cause Kristopher to throw the door open and run to his siblings bed. The poor blond was wearing nothing but a white T-shirt that was much to big for him and a pair of shorts. “Kyle!” Kristopher called out, throwing himself up against the bed, his small seven year old body having some trouble getting up on the bed, but eventually he made it with the help of Kyle. “Kyle! Kyle! Take it off! Mama is being mean!” Kristopher suddenly broke into tears, “I can’t get it off!” He wailed.
“Shut up, your going to attract attention!” Kyle warned, getting off the bed to close the door quickly and lock it before returning to his brothers side. “Now what’s wrong---oh.” Kyle’s brow instantly came together in anger as his eyes laid upon his little brothers new accessory. A thick brown collar was placed about his neck with a lock between the clasp and loop hole, making the collar impossible to remove without a key.
Fucking bitch, what was she thinking? Putting a collar on Kristopher, he wasn’t some kind of animal! He was a human being just like himself. “Settle down, I can’t take it off without the key and the Bitch has it.” He concluded with a deep sigh. He never called his Mother by title, it was merely Bitch, because that was what she was to him. Nothing but a Bitch.
Kristopher grew silent then, trying to stop his tears from pouring down his face but it was hard and he was hurting. His right arm was all bruised from trying to get away from Dad when Mama decided to collar the boy. But Kyle made no mention of the arm, he knew what happened by merely looking. “So, the Bitch is putting you up for show again, isn’t she?” He asked with disgust. But Kristopher didn’t answer, he merely reached up and pulled on his pale curls. That was answer enough.
Sighing softly, Kyle reached out and hugged his bother to his bigger frame and flopped down on the bed. “Don’t worry, I’ll hide you well this time. She won’t find you and someone else will just have to take your place at the showroom.” He stated softly, reassuring his brother that everything would be just fine and to help, he kissed his brother on the head softly.
Kristopher snuggled into his brothers hold and shook his head, “What about you?” In response, Kyle only shrugged. “Bitch won’t want me tonight, I’m not blond and I already got in trouble yesterday for whacking the shit of that girl who decided I can be bossed about.”
This caused the two to laugh softly, “Ah oh, you hit Rachael didn’t you?” Kristopher asked with small amusement. “Well, she shouldn’t of tired to get me killed by taking Pop’s booze and saying I did it. So I made sure she couldn’t use her hands for anything for a week.” Kristopher shook his head, “Aww, you shouldn’t break her fingers!” He said in awe.
“It was only a few, they will heal anyways.” He said off handly, running a hand through his brother’s hair. “Anyways,” he said softly, eyes looking at the clock. “We got five minutes before I have to play Hide-The-Kris. Is there anything you want to do before---?”
Kristopher shook his head, “I just wanna lay here for a bit.” Kyle smiled and said nothing more as he held his brother, watching the clock and counting down the time before all hell broke loose and the battle would be on. Just five minutes left of peace with his little brother.
He wished he had a lot more time…
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