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 Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 5:12 pm
It was a decade and Three score before the events that would take place across the sea that would directly change Mena Firestone forever. However the man or thing that would one day threaten Randy Jenkins was pacing back and forth in an alley way of Durem arms crossed behind his back as if deep in thought. The shadow imp too was with him looking partially vexed and partially panicked. “But master it would be such a risk! What if the shining one found out! He would tell the council! Their wrath!” he cried out as if trying to speak reason to a mad man. The master simply continued to pace unaffected by his servant's desperate attempts to talk sense into him. “But surly there are other ways! Ones that wouldn't call for such a sacrifice of you're power!” the servant begged practically whimpering now. Still, his master paced as if the imp wasn't there at all. “Gaia will return to the old ways, surly they will! This cannot be the answer!” The master stopped pacing now having come to a conclusion. He stepped into a shadow becoming part of it his servant following.
The two reappeared in a bedroom where a woman was laying panting and heaving on a bed the bed itself soaked in sweat, she was giving birth. The nurse that was with her kept telling her to breath. The Master and the servant watched the birth silently unseen by either the woman or the nurse. This went on for twenty minutes until the baby finally emerged, silently. The woman shrieked in mortal agony clasping her stillborn child to her chest. The door flung open and a tall rugged looking man with flowing red hair came storming in looking down at his wife whom was blond. “Erik! Erik!” she shrieked looking to her husband briefly then back to the baby that had never known life. “I'm sorry Mr Barker then was nothing I could do!” pleaded the nurse. The man leaned against the wall turning pale. What happened next occurred so fast that neither the nurse nor the husband had time to respond. The Mother grabbed a knife from her husbands belt and plunged it into her own heart. The nurse gasped in shock and the husband roared in grief and anger. Finally the master and servant moved. The servant grew to the size of a man and quickly snapped the nurses neck letting her fall to the ground. The master did the same with the husband. The master then delicately picked up the stillborn baby and master and servant once more vanished into the shadows.
The two reappeared outside of Durem's poorest orphanage. “You want him to come from nothing, to want to hate gaia, to want to change it.” The servant's voice was pitiful now guilt wrecking his speech. The master simply nodded. Sighing the Servant waved his hands shadows pulling together to form a black basket with a blanket. The master bent over gently putting the baby's corpse in the basket. Then putting his hand on the dark skinned baby the air around the child danced with magic and it's skin turned deathly white, it's hair from curly straw to straight and pitched black. Then it twitched and opened it's eyes just in time for the servant and master to see them turn from brown to blood red. He didn't cry as most newborns would he simply looked from the Master to the servant with a sort of curious look on his face. The master staggered backward the effort had clearly drained him. He turned and melted into the shadows. Sighing sadly the servant waved a single hand shadows pulling together to form a black military dog tag with red lettering that read 'Erik Barker' on it. Gently laying it on the child's stomach the child clasped it curiously and turned to the servant blinking. The servant smiled at the child fondly stroking his cheek. The servant then rung the doorbell before vanishing into the shadows after his master.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 5:47 pm
Even if it was early fall it was still cold the head of the orphanage Head of the orphanagewas still trying to make ends meet to take care of the children under her charge. So far it was an uphill battle and more and more each each she was losing ground. The children of the orphanage were fed as well as she could provide and at least had somewhat decent clothes, they also knew that Ms. Carter would take care of them until they could find new homes. It was a dreary cold place with little funding and was not a suitable place for kids to live but the good hearted woman made it somewhat bearable. And she was the one that found the baby, lifting him gently from his basket and wrapping him up in a new clean and worn blanket. She hardly bat an eye at his odd colouring, looking over the dog tag "Erik Barker, you'll have a home here now, come on, let's get you dry." she murmured, talking to him as if he understood, perhaps he did.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 5:58 pm
The pale child blinked up at the woman with interest reaching up and clasping her necklace and attempted to tug it down to get a better look at it with an almost polite smile. He didn't understand her words exactly but he certainly had more intelligence in his gaze then any other newborn.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 6:01 pm
The woman smiled faintly as he tugged on the golden chain. The pendant was a diamond that sparkled with its own inner light. He looked much more intelligent then a regular baby, and he was a newborn as well, how odd. She took him to a small room, to make sure he was healthy before taking him to a tiny nursery so he could sleep.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 8:18 pm
The years went by and it wasn't long before young Erik was nine. Erik had lived in the Orphanage all those years rarely ever leaving since the staff barely had enough money to care for the children as it was let alone take them on field trips. Erik had a frail body so it was no surprise his healing powers quickly became noticed. One of the other children had tripped him accidentally causing him to fall down a flight of stairs which resulted in the breaking of among other bones, his neck. He stood up a few minutes after as if nothing had happened. The state quickly provided him with a license for his power however there were problems other then of the legal kind. Once word got out among the orphanage that Erik could survive anything he became a punching bag despite the Staff's best efforts. Erik was subjected to things ranging from ordinary bullying to the occasional more horrific act which would have resulted in death were it not for his ability. Those incidents were rare though.
Due to being little more then a meatbag to punch Erik became anti social and wrapped himself in his solitude. He was adept at finding hiding places seeking out dark places where he could be alone with his books which he amerced himself in. As the years went on he started to avoid even the orphanage staff speaking only when spoken to as a whole and even then his words were scarce.
On this evening Erik had decided it was safe to read his current book in a more exposed area of the orphanage since the majority of the other children were outside playing some sport or another. He lay cross legged on his bed leaning over nose practically touching the pages of his book totally oblivious to his surroundings.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 8:49 pm
George was just a typical bully. He was abused by his parents, mostly his father. He'd never felt loved by any of them. He was such a typical young brat, too. The orphanage felt bad for him, they tried to show him some form of acceptance. He was just such a hazard though. He was miserable.
Naturally, he got some sort of sick pleasure by beating the snot out of the other kids. He needed a way to get away with it though. He'd be put away somewhere worse if he did any severe damage.
Of course, if that severe damage was done to Erik's ribcage, then who cares?
So he kicked it. He was only trying to read, but tough s**t. George was bored.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:18 pm
Erik was flung back and crashed into the headboard of his bed wincing as he clasped his side. He didn't cry out in pain though he only looked up and gave George a gold piercing look. It wasn't a look you'd normally get from a child. It was the kind of look that saw deep into the depth of you're soul. As if Erik was looking upon George's past. The lack of love, the loneliness and the anger all of it. He didn't say anything only smirked in amusement because he knew what George was under the bullying, a coward.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:21 pm
This angered George. He'd like to be friends with Erik, he really would. But now he wasn't even doing it out of pleasure, it was out of necessity. He was going to beat Erik until he stopped smirking.
So, like always, he did. It was typical kicking and stomping of the body and face, for the poor child was already on the floor. He was pretty good at it, too. He learned well from his father.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:30 pm
Amalia Carter felt old some days. This was no exception, the years had passed and while things didn't get worse they didn't much better either. The children under her charge were growing, some had left, or run away, which still hurt. And now the ruckus upstairs pointed to another right. Moving quickly up and following the sound she saw George, the resident upstart and Erik being beaten again. A light flashed in her kind blue eyes and she entered the room, grabbing George and hauling him back "Stop that, right now, do you hear me?!" she snapped, livid, it was rare to catch him battering one of the kids and it never failed to infuriate her. Her grip on him was tight, but she didn't hurt him, her frustration and anger didn't hold her that tightly.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:32 pm
George struggled violently for a bit and then fell to the floor, right on his a**. Tears filled his eyes, snot was present from his nose. He was a terrible kid. He picked on those who were smaller than him, but when reprimanded for it, all he could do was cry.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:39 pm
Erik's smirk never stopped throughout the entire beating he simply lay there a almost total pathetic mess. But he kept his eyes open and fixed on George's the entire time. Once Amalia pulled him off he stood spitting out blood and teeth that had already regrown. He looked at George the smirk still on his face. “Did it work?” he asked in a condescending tone. “Did beating me like you're father beat you make you feel better?” he asked it was rare for Erik to speak this much it usually kept to simple pleases and thank yous. “Because I still see it George. You're still empty and Still unloved. Until you face that darkness inside of you can break my bones as many times as you want. The nights will always be this cold.” he laughed once and shook his head and then the nine year old crawled back onto his bed and picked his book back up as if George had never been in the room.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:44 pm
Amalia held onto George tightly and simply knelt as he began to cry. Despite her ire she did feel sorry for him that b*****d of a father had turned him into a small monster as well. When Erik spoke, she looked up a faint chill rolling down her spine. She quickly took George out of the room knowing that it was beyond her to truly break him free of that cycle, even if she did say that she cared for him, like all the children, knowing he wouldn't believe it. Walking back to Erik's room she looked in, concern on her still pretty features "Erik, are you alright?" she asked, he looked healed, but she was never sure as to how well that extended.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:50 pm
Erik who was smiling in a sort of self satisfied way looking up in polite surprise when she inquired. He nodded politely and turned back to his book pulling the covers over his feet which were cold. He started to hum to himself now flipping the page of his novel continuing to read.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:54 pm
A chill went down George's spine too. He sat alone on his bed in his room. He was shaking. Was it fury? Was it the fact that Erik was right? Was it the fact that he TALKED?
He just stood there. He didn't know how to face this 'darkness'. But then again, he was just a little s**t. When the little s**t talks back, he gets more beatings, more abuse. Erik just needed a better beating. That's all the child ever needs.
What darkness? The shock that was in George was blocked out, just like a good portion of his early childhood. In order to protect himself, he had to remain tough, and remain the abusive person he is. He would remain awake until he fell asleep in an uncomfortable position, more than likely.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 7:14 pm
He looked alright, but she was never sure. Most of the children here were tough, but he went beyond that, a child older then his years. Stepping in she nodded once "If you ever want to read somewhere safer, or need to get away, let me know." she offered, not caring if it was favoritism, someone had to look out for him.
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