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can you forgive?
Topic Started: Oct 1 2008, 03:05 PM (149 Views)
"Psycho" Sam Attic
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(BE ADVISED, THIS ROLEPLAY MAY CONTAIN A SUBJECT MATTER SOME FIND DISTURBING. READ AT YOUR OWN CHOICE)






There is no place connected with suffering, loneliness and the overwhelming feeling of despair than that of a medical facility. A Hospital. Some stories there are easy to understand, some not so easy and others are just plain tragic. But all stories have a moral or back story to them.


The steady beep of a monitor told the world the boy’s heart still beat beneath the battered body that held it. His head wrapped to begin what looked like a miniature mummy. His arms placed in braces and his legs limp and unmoving.. His eyes closed and his chest moving slightly.

Yet to look at the faces of the nurses and yes even the doctors that tend to this broken body, the prospects of recovery are dim at best.


But the story ends here, where does it begin?

<<>>

The happy go lucky, blond haired blue eyed boy skipped down the sidewalk. His day at school done, he was ready to leave his friends and head home. Yet if you looked deep in his eyes you would see something that was not happy. A place that hid a secret, one he would bear.

Walking up the sidewalk to the not unusual white house with the pale yellow trim, he paused at the door. With a hand shaking slightly, he turned the knob and stepped from the brilliant warmth of the sun into a den of shadows and bone deep cold.

Tossing his bag to the chair, he looked around with eyes wide, so hoping he was alone. Yet with every breath he took, he could feel the aura of trouble, he wasn’t mistaken. With a bellow of drunken rage, his father called his name. Jumping as he turned to look, he started trembling at the sight of his father.

The man, well over 6 feet and easily 250 pounds, came down the hall from the stairs to the upper story. His feet thumping hard on the wood floor as he tossed the empty beer can away. His face covered by shadow of beard not cared for, he licked his lips like a predatory lion seeing the small gazelle. Nearing the boy, he raised his hand and laughed as the child flinched and readied for the impact sure to come.

Yet he didn’t hit him. Instead he grasped him by the upper arm and shoved him towards the stairs. The boy tried to resist and was given a harder shove for his attempt.

Father: Get your ass up them stairs boy. Your momma aint here no more. She said she wasn’t gonna take what I got to offer and ran away. It’s just you and me.

He started to cry, his mother was the only thing that had saved him from his father. She wasn’t here and now he was fair game. His heart sank and he started sobbing.

Trying not to enter the room, his father grabbed him by the hair and threw him to the floor in what was once his mother’s bedroom. He stared and tried to slide away as his father pulled his belt free and doubled in his hands. Raising his arms he closed his eyes tight as the first blow stung his skin. And another and another and another. His body racked with agony. Yet the worst was yet to come. He lay looking at his father and wanted to plead for relief, for the beating to stop. Yet it didn’t.

He was literally jerked from the floor and thrown on the bed, his father tossed away the belt and started slapping him, when that didn’t make him scream enough it was his fist that rained down on him next. Finally when he couldn’t take any more and just let his father hit him, he wanted to die. He gave up and was ready. He had always been taught that the angels would protect him, yet they didn’t.

He lay there as his father did the unspeakable to a child. He stripped the boy naked and caressed his body.

Father: Since your momma left me, you have to take her place and make your daddy feel good.

He didn’t know what he meant. He didn’t like being naked, he hated it even when he had to take a bath. So this was wrong. Where was his angels?

His father stripped and crawled on the bed, he straddled the child’s chest and placed himself before the boy, the rest was not good, the boy woke later lying on his stomach and his bottom was in severe pain. He could feel wetness on his legs and without looking or really being smart enough, knew it was bad.

At least his sleep was comforting as he felt himself drifting away. That was over a week ago the doctors had told him The nice nurse that looked like his mother, although right now, he wasn’t really sure what his mother looked like anymore, had comforted him as he lay there.

He was there because his father had passed out in the front yard dressed only in his pants. He had blood on him and someone called the police. They had found his mother in the basement tied and bound and dead. Then they found him, beaten, raped and used like a toy in the bed and he wasn’t in good shape, the beating had been so severe.

In his mind he knew that soon he would see the real angels, he just knew. Soon they would let him play with his mother and never have to feel pain again. Soon.

Several men walked towards the room he was in. In the middle was his father in shackles and that ugly orange jumpsuit they made him wear where he was staying. Slowly is father stood at the foot of his bed and looked at him. He was something that was rare for the boy to see . He was sober. His eyes red and his face puffy. His father had been crying. Looking at him, he smiled softly to this man that had hurt him so bad. He licked his lips as he looked at him trying to speak to him. His voice so weak that they had to move his father closer to him.

With a soft raspy whisper, the boy spoke to his father.

Child: I hope you are better. I love you still daddy, I forgive you for what you did.

The man straightened up and looked to those in the room with eyes leaking with tears. They all hung their heads as the beeping stopped and the heart rending single tone filled their ears.

The small child was with his angels now. No more pain.

The once forcefully alcohol induced rage engulfed man broke down like a small child as he sobbed uncontrollably.

Unseen stood two men outside and slightly away from the room, they had their hoods pulled back slightly and the faces revealed to whom we all know they are. The brothers stood silently as they watched. With a slight hiss of air, they turned down the hall, Jakob spoke softly as he did.

Jakob: Jackal and O’Toole. We do not seek to make you afraid, nor do we care. However you should know we intend to beat you down. Your past encounters with each other have no bearing with us. Both will face the same problem. Us. Unlike that child that has the ability to forgive and love. We do not. We do not forgive anyone or anything. For all transgressions we have received from others, you two will be given their rewards of pain. Forgive us when we are done if you have the ways about you to do so. If not, then we still will not care. Prepare well, for your time to see angels is coming soon.

Falling silent they entered a hallway and soon turned a last corner. The hallway eerily silent except for faint sobbing.


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