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Part three~ I rewrote part one and part two, so go read them. ^w^
Also, Rabid? I hope you don't mind me inserting bits you wrote for Adriyan's past... I bolded the stuff you wrote, btw.
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Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness,
I need to calculate what creates my own madness...
Valentine followed his parents into their house, feeling empty and lifeless. When they entered the living room, however, his mother suddenly spun around and slapped him across the face. Valentine didn't even flinch.
"You little b*****d, this is all your fault!" the woman shrieked. Her husband didn't move to stop her. Sobs fell from Veronica's lips. "My baby, my precious little girl..."
Valentine gazed dully at her. This only seemed to enrage the woman; she slapped him again.
"You damned little b*****d!!!" Veronica sneered at her son. "You've been nothing but a pain in the a** since your birth! You've ruined my life sine the start! And now, my precious little baby is... is..." She went to slap the boy again, but he beat her to it.
Something in Valentine snapped. He smacked his mother across the face, glaring harshly at her. "Shut the hell up, you selfish b***h." he snarled. "Your life? What about Christmas? SHE BARELY GOT TO LIVE HER LIFE!" he screamed at her. His father smacked him across the face after that, sending Valentine to the ground.
"That's enough out of you." Adair growled. He turned to his wife, his eyes softening. "Come on, dear..." He led her into the next room, leaving Valentine alone.
The boy's red eyes had dulled again. He slowly began to push himself to his feet, but paused when his fingers brushed against something cold. He glanced over and saw his pocket knife lying there. 'It must have fallen when that b*****d hit me...' He was about to put it in his pocket, then stopped. He sat there a moment, before flicking the knife open and holding it above his wrist, ready to plunge it into his pale skin.
"Brother... promise me..."
Valentine froze; the knife hovering inches above his wrist. He sighed after a moment and let his arm fall harmlessly back to his side, the knife still clutched in his hand. His other hand went to the golden, heart-shaped locket wrapped around his neck; the gift Christmas had given him for his eighth birthday earlier that year. 'Christmas... How am I supposed to...?' His parents' voices distracted him.
The boy looked through the door they had gone through, then back at his pocket knife. His lips curled into a large grin and a demented giggle escaped his lips. 'I know~' Valentine twirled the knife around in his hand and gave another giggle before entered the room his parents were in.
No-one heard the screams.
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Valentine had been able to fool the authorities into believing that a serial killer had murder his parents. However, since none of his other relatives would take him, he was sent to an orphanage. In retrospect, doing that probably wasn't a good idea.
It wasn't long until all the other children became terrified of his eccentric attitude and sadism. Even some of the workers were scared of him. One boy, however, wasn't afraid of him.
And that's how Valentine Claudius met his best friend, Adriyan Vynce-Patrik.
The two immediately clicked and became inseparable.
Two sadistic masochists, always wearing black and occupying dark corners and other reclusive places. That was what they enjoyed the best.
It was they who had comforted the other in their times of need and loneliness, and they alone that knew these times existed.
It was Valentine who had put all of the safety pins through Adriyan’s ears. It was he who had helped center the safety pin before stabbing it through the center of Adriyan’s bottom lip.
It was Adriyan who had done the same for Valentine’s ears.
It was Valentine who had tattooed the black yin-yang right under Adriyan’s left collarbone.
It was Adriyan who had tattooed the black design under Valentine’s remaining eye.
(Of course, these events were much frowned upon by their elders and peers, but since when did they care? They had each other.)
It was they who celebrated each birthday, Halloween, Friday the Thirteenth, and Dia des Mortes together.
And it was they who looked forward to their thirteenth birthdays, when they would officially be teenagers and have lived thirteen years. But this was not to be.
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Valentine was still standing in the same spot he had been in when he watched his only friend leave the orphanage they had spent years growing up in. He felt numb.
He was alone... again.
Valentine sighed, before trudging back into the orphanage.
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"Valentine!"
The thirteen-year old turned, purposely giving the three children he had cornered with his knife a chance to escape. It was just no fun without Adriyan. Still, Valentine put on a large grin. He didn't want these people to think they had won; that they had broke him. "What do you want, old laaaady~?"
The caretaker scowled at him, before turning and walking down the hallway. "Come, follow me. We've found another person who may be willing to adopt you."
Valentine giggled, following behind her. He walked slow though, just to annoy the woman. "Aw~ You're trying to get rid of me? That hurts, it really does." He twirled the knife around in his hand. "But you do know... I'll just end up scaring this one away too~"
The caretaker sighed. "Please don't, Valentine. We're trying to find you a good home... Why can't you just cooperate?"
Valentine ignored her and giggled. "Or who knows~ Maybe I'll kill this one, heehee~" He skipped past the caretaker, who had stiffened at his words (after all, the didn't know what to expect concerning Valetnine), and into the front office. His eyes immediately landed on the black-haired woman in front of the headmaster's desk.
"Ah." The headmaster blinked. "Here he is now. Ms. Thirteen, this is Valentine. Valentine, this is Friday Thirteen."
The black-haired woman turned. Bright blue eyes locked with blood-red. The woman smiled at him.
"Hello."
And I am craving this disaster!
 Teh Random Kitsune · Sat Jan 01, 2011 @ 09:43pm · 1 Comments |
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