Cringe
Hey... this is a fic i've been working on for a bit. Its not done yet... but i just thought i'd post what i have so far and see what people thought of it so far... *shrug* feel free to say whatever you want...
Title: Cringe
Author: Drew/Kinderfresser (you pick... i dont care)
Pairing: St. John/Bobby
Rating: So far... i'd give it an R for language... tops. Maybe PG-13...
Notes: As usual, my work goes un-betaed because i dont really trust my friends to tell me if my work sucks.
I have seen things that would make you cringe...
I have heard things that would make you deaf...
I have felt things that would make you numb....
I have done things that would make you hate...
My life, has not been an easy one. I have been through hell, and back again. I have had nothing, and made something from it... just to lose it all... but yet I have always persevered... I have always stood back up again, with a quick fuck you to the world that has held me down... thrown me down... the world that has never really cared if I lived or died... just another mutant casualty... a teenager from the streets of New York.
Like I said... my life has never been easy. I don’t like to whine... I don’t like to complain. I... I just think that its not as easy as everyone says it is. You hear this crap about “I came out to my parents, and they thought it was fine...” or about how “my parents found out I was a mutant, and they thought it was great and encouraged me to learn more about my new found abilities!’.
Ever since I was four, my father drank. My mother had died that year... she’d lost to breast cancer. My brother... I don’t know what the hell became of him... one day he was there... the next he just wasn’t. So my dad took to the bottle for comfort... coming home late at night, drunk... and when I didn’t do what he wanted he would beat me till I could hardly move. When I was twelve, I told him that I was gay. And well I’ll be damned if he didn’t flip the fuck out all over again over that.
“It’s for your own good, Johnny!” he would say before beating the fuck out of me... “No son of mine is going to be a dirty faggot!”, and he would say it again when he was done, as he told me he’d pray for me... pray that his beatings would remove all sin from my body and soul.
Then he found out that I was a mutant... that I could control fire. And he was scared... he threw me out on the streets... he abandoned me... the bastard.
But then I met a man named Charles Xavier... he came to me... prying the matchbook from my hand with his mind... breaking through all of my defenses, speaking soothing words directly into my mind.
They brought me to the institute... they cleaned me, fed me, and they taught me control... the one thing I lacked... the one thing I needed.
For a while they kept me in a solitary unit... they kept me separate from anyone and everyone, afraid that any spark would just catch... afraid that my new control would fail.
But then everything changed... or maybe it was just me... the more I think about it... the less I’m sure.
One day after training, Scott Summers strolled up to me, as casual as can be, and he told me I’d made a lot of progress... he told me that he was proud. He said that had someone he wanted me to meet... a boy named Bobby Drake... the boy who I would be sharing a room with.
Now I had never met Bobby before... but I had heard of him. The only kid in the school who managed to be a goody-two-shoes and a practical joker at the same time... and that’s what I expected. Someone with a power like Morph... or maybe someone like Jubilation or Kitty.
I don’t think I could have been farther off... when he first entered the room, I saw his short blonde hair, carefully put into neat spikes... his cold blue eyes... and just... seeing him there, I couldn’t help but think he was beautiful.
“Hey.” He had said... “I’m Bobby! What’s your name?”
“... St. John Allerdyce” I managed to get out, despite the sudden numb feeling that had overcome me.
Tell me what ya think...
Title: Cringe
Author: Drew/Kinderfresser (you pick... i dont care)
Pairing: St. John/Bobby
Rating: So far... i'd give it an R for language... tops. Maybe PG-13...
Notes: As usual, my work goes un-betaed because i dont really trust my friends to tell me if my work sucks.
I have seen things that would make you cringe...
I have heard things that would make you deaf...
I have felt things that would make you numb....
I have done things that would make you hate...
My life, has not been an easy one. I have been through hell, and back again. I have had nothing, and made something from it... just to lose it all... but yet I have always persevered... I have always stood back up again, with a quick fuck you to the world that has held me down... thrown me down... the world that has never really cared if I lived or died... just another mutant casualty... a teenager from the streets of New York.
Like I said... my life has never been easy. I don’t like to whine... I don’t like to complain. I... I just think that its not as easy as everyone says it is. You hear this crap about “I came out to my parents, and they thought it was fine...” or about how “my parents found out I was a mutant, and they thought it was great and encouraged me to learn more about my new found abilities!’.
Ever since I was four, my father drank. My mother had died that year... she’d lost to breast cancer. My brother... I don’t know what the hell became of him... one day he was there... the next he just wasn’t. So my dad took to the bottle for comfort... coming home late at night, drunk... and when I didn’t do what he wanted he would beat me till I could hardly move. When I was twelve, I told him that I was gay. And well I’ll be damned if he didn’t flip the fuck out all over again over that.
“It’s for your own good, Johnny!” he would say before beating the fuck out of me... “No son of mine is going to be a dirty faggot!”, and he would say it again when he was done, as he told me he’d pray for me... pray that his beatings would remove all sin from my body and soul.
Then he found out that I was a mutant... that I could control fire. And he was scared... he threw me out on the streets... he abandoned me... the bastard.
But then I met a man named Charles Xavier... he came to me... prying the matchbook from my hand with his mind... breaking through all of my defenses, speaking soothing words directly into my mind.
They brought me to the institute... they cleaned me, fed me, and they taught me control... the one thing I lacked... the one thing I needed.
For a while they kept me in a solitary unit... they kept me separate from anyone and everyone, afraid that any spark would just catch... afraid that my new control would fail.
But then everything changed... or maybe it was just me... the more I think about it... the less I’m sure.
One day after training, Scott Summers strolled up to me, as casual as can be, and he told me I’d made a lot of progress... he told me that he was proud. He said that had someone he wanted me to meet... a boy named Bobby Drake... the boy who I would be sharing a room with.
Now I had never met Bobby before... but I had heard of him. The only kid in the school who managed to be a goody-two-shoes and a practical joker at the same time... and that’s what I expected. Someone with a power like Morph... or maybe someone like Jubilation or Kitty.
I don’t think I could have been farther off... when he first entered the room, I saw his short blonde hair, carefully put into neat spikes... his cold blue eyes... and just... seeing him there, I couldn’t help but think he was beautiful.
“Hey.” He had said... “I’m Bobby! What’s your name?”
“... St. John Allerdyce” I managed to get out, despite the sudden numb feeling that had overcome me.
Tell me what ya think...