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Title: He's an ODD one
Fandom: Comics
Summary: Anyone ever wonder why Axel's such a little punk?
(A/N: Inspired by the songs "Odd One" by Sick Puppies and "Jesus of Suburbia" but Green Day.)
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He didn't want to see the god damn therapist. He wasn't a fucking nut case! He was just an average teenager dammit!
Why did his parents think he was crazy?
'We don't think you're crazy Axel...we're just concerned,' he could hear his mother explaining. Yeah fucking right. Why else go to a shrink?
The fuck was with that anyway? He was pretty sure the shrink explained why he was there in the first place, but he wasn't listening.
He wasn't crazy....there was nothing wrong with him. He was just the average rebellious kid. He got in fights, didn't want to listen to anything anyone had to say, broke any rule because he could.
It was normal!
God damn, it was like they were never his age.
'You're stealing and vandalizing for no real reason Axel...your mother and I think you might be--'
FUCK YOU DAD!
He was completely fine! Completely normal! HE WAS FUCKIN FINE!!!!
'You keep hiding out in your room...we're worried.'
The fuck they were...
Why the fuck was it getting to him? Why was he even caring what his parents were thinking? He never did before, so why the fuck now?
They'd always would start pulling this shit when he'd yell at them. But hey, it seemed like the only fucking way to get those god damn idiot parents to even listen him.
Fucking...they're probably asleep now...good. Fuck this.
Sneaking out the window, he ran over to the gas station...the "place" to be after curfew.
He was just like these guys...
"Fuckin shut it dude! It's them," one stringy haired emo kid shushed as he pointed through the convenience store window.
A news report on the most recent heist pulled off by the Rogues playing on the small ten dollar portable TV behind the counter.
"They are so fucking cool! They don't take any shit from anyone!" another said.
"Fucking hot as hell too," A scantily clad girl said.
"I'd hit it," one of her friends agreed.
...they probably would never have to deal what he have to deal with...
They got to do things they wanted...they could do whatever the fuck they wanted.
...that 's it....
"I'm gonna fucking join them," Axel said.
"Fat chance," one guy said.
"In your wet dreams," another said.
"Fuck that!"
When Axel left, he had a bloody lip and a new jacket, and left behind two black-eyed assholes and a mess in the parking lot.
He was gonna fucking do it. He was gonna fucking be a Rogue.
"So...is there anything wrong with our boy?"
"...Mrs. Walker...your son has the clear symptoms of oppositional defiant disorder, also known as ODD," the therapist said. "A common thing seen in his age. Rebellious behavior against authority, violent tendencies, ignoring rules and safety. But people with ODD are more adamant, and more prone to do these thing more often than others."
"Is this bad then? You said that it was common in kids his age."
"It is...but if left untreated...he'll be opened to more mental illnesses, such as ADD or ADHD, depression, and even anxiety disorder," they explained.
"It there anything we can do?"
"The most common treatment is therapy."
Axel Walker, the delinquent brat of the Rogues...the punk ass little brat...the one who wanted to be accepted...the one who broke all the rules...the youngest one....the newest one...the one that cries at night...the odd one out.