I Am Not Afraid To Keep On Living. I Am Not Afraid To Walk This World Alone. - Prologue
Title: I Am Not Afraid To Keep On Living. I Am Not Afraid To Walk This World Alone.
Author: ira_luxuria
Word Count: 481
Rating: G.
Summary: Frank had always been one to never give a fuck until a chance meeting with the old friends that would change his life.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story, though based on stage personas/media personalities, are entirely fictional. Any offence caused by their use or portrayal is wholly unintentional.
Dedications: The girl faithfulriver26. The guy silencing_sam. The wife comeththegirl. Cheers loves.
Prologue
“I heard he’s crazy…” “I heard he’s an animal…” That was all he heard as he walked the back streets of Belleville, New Jersey - I heard this and I heard that. Rumours and whisperings enhanced by his excellent hearing. Frank had never been one to pay attention to words - harsh or otherwise. His attention span was that of a sick flea even on the best of days, always flicking from one random topic to another and back again. His mind was constantly reeling with new questions and new ‘what if’s. It was always a new challenge with him.
He had spent most of the twenty-five years of his blissfully long life being spoken about, looked down on and bullied by those he thought of as his family purely because he was a little scrawnier than everyone else and a lot shorter than them and never fought back when they struck him. It stopped for a short time when he turned eleven, when he seemed to fight back with considerable ease. At sixteen, his father disappeared leaving his mother to struggle to look after him, less than three months later his mother kissed him on the forehead goodnight and the following morning she was no where to be found. It turned out that the goodnight kiss was really her goodbye. He was once again left by himself, left to deal with his fucked up heritage. Loups-garoux; lycanthrope; werewolf - whatever floats your boat - and a vampire. His own mutated version of the genetic disease.
At sixteen, he’d been left to fend for himself, suffering in silence, living like the animal that he is. Learning control, hunting only when needed, never putting any unnecessary force or exertion into his hunting or every day life only to wolf down his kill in three gulps or less. He let his fingernails grow to extraordinary lengths before he would rake them down the basement walls; sharpening them and clawing at the binds he forced himself to wear. He tried not to talk unless it was absolutely necessary, though when he did it came out vicious and with a slight lisp from the fangs that always stayed in his mouth.
His ‘family’ had kicked him out before his parents disappeared and before he had the chance to learn any semblance of control and so he travelled months at a time as a black wolf with a white ring circling his tail, he was smaller than the others but he could hold his own better than any of them.
It was a shame some might say, a shame that this lovely sweet boy had grown into such an animal. Such a shame. Such a pity. Such a tragic flaw in the perfection of the human world.
Frank had never been one to give a fuck until a chance meeting with the old friends that would change his life.
Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism are both welcomed and appreciated.
Author: ira_luxuria
Word Count: 481
Rating: G.
Summary: Frank had always been one to never give a fuck until a chance meeting with the old friends that would change his life.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story, though based on stage personas/media personalities, are entirely fictional. Any offence caused by their use or portrayal is wholly unintentional.
Dedications: The girl faithfulriver26. The guy silencing_sam. The wife comeththegirl. Cheers loves.
Prologue
“I heard he’s crazy…” “I heard he’s an animal…” That was all he heard as he walked the back streets of Belleville, New Jersey - I heard this and I heard that. Rumours and whisperings enhanced by his excellent hearing. Frank had never been one to pay attention to words - harsh or otherwise. His attention span was that of a sick flea even on the best of days, always flicking from one random topic to another and back again. His mind was constantly reeling with new questions and new ‘what if’s. It was always a new challenge with him.
He had spent most of the twenty-five years of his blissfully long life being spoken about, looked down on and bullied by those he thought of as his family purely because he was a little scrawnier than everyone else and a lot shorter than them and never fought back when they struck him. It stopped for a short time when he turned eleven, when he seemed to fight back with considerable ease. At sixteen, his father disappeared leaving his mother to struggle to look after him, less than three months later his mother kissed him on the forehead goodnight and the following morning she was no where to be found. It turned out that the goodnight kiss was really her goodbye. He was once again left by himself, left to deal with his fucked up heritage. Loups-garoux; lycanthrope; werewolf - whatever floats your boat - and a vampire. His own mutated version of the genetic disease.
At sixteen, he’d been left to fend for himself, suffering in silence, living like the animal that he is. Learning control, hunting only when needed, never putting any unnecessary force or exertion into his hunting or every day life only to wolf down his kill in three gulps or less. He let his fingernails grow to extraordinary lengths before he would rake them down the basement walls; sharpening them and clawing at the binds he forced himself to wear. He tried not to talk unless it was absolutely necessary, though when he did it came out vicious and with a slight lisp from the fangs that always stayed in his mouth.
His ‘family’ had kicked him out before his parents disappeared and before he had the chance to learn any semblance of control and so he travelled months at a time as a black wolf with a white ring circling his tail, he was smaller than the others but he could hold his own better than any of them.
It was a shame some might say, a shame that this lovely sweet boy had grown into such an animal. Such a shame. Such a pity. Such a tragic flaw in the perfection of the human world.
Frank had never been one to give a fuck until a chance meeting with the old friends that would change his life.
Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism are both welcomed and appreciated.