Bleed, Prologue
Something is very wrong with Yamato, and Taichi's determined to get to the bottom of it. But is the cost of friendship worth it? Taito.
Digimon - R - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 8 - Words: 37396 - Reviews: 33 - Updated: 4-16-04 - Published: 1-11-04
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine.
Author’s Notes: Yay! A new fic by me! This is actually a short little prologue of sorts, I guess you could call it a teaser. Anyways, please tell me what you think of this, I should have Chapter 1 up soon (well, hopefully)!
Prologue - Foreshadowing
by: butterflie
“So good, so obedient and quiet. I bet you’ve never talked back a day in your life, right? Right? So that’s why I know you’ll listen to me now, and do what I tell you to. And you’ll be quiet, too, won’t you boy? Because if you’re not, you’ll find out just how much fun it is to be an only child. That’s right, baby brother Takeru will be no more... Now, you’re not going to make a sound are you, Yamato?”
A shake of the head, terrified blue eyes staring up at the man hovering menacingly over him. “I-I’ll be good. I won’t say anything.” The whisper was soft, but the man heard it nonethless, and laughed.
“Such a good boy. Your father raised you well. So very, very well. You take right after him.”
“Why are you doing this?” he asked, wishing he could wipe the tears from his eyes. But the hold on his wrists was too tight, and he couldn’t move.
“Because I can. I can do whatever I want, boy, and no one is going to stop me. No one will say anything. Even if you told your father, he’d certainly never go to the police. He’s too afraid. Such a scared little boy your father was. Much like you are now.” The smile seemed downright evil, and he cringed, trying to sink further into the bed, away from the man, away from what he knew would come shortly.
It was no use. Soon the man stopped talking, and the rest of the night was filled with hellish actions and a nightmare that would repeat for months to come.
And long after it was over, his tears continued to fall from his eyes, and he buried his body deep under blood-stained covers, wishing he could erase the past several hours out of his mind forever. Wishing he could hide away from the world, never to be seen again.Because now he was just a shell. A hollow shell of the boy he’d been just yesterday. No longer innocent.
Used. Spent. Broken.
chapter one
Digimon - R - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 8 - Words: 37396 - Reviews: 33 - Updated: 4-16-04 - Published: 1-11-04
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine.
Author’s Notes: Yay! A new fic by me! This is actually a short little prologue of sorts, I guess you could call it a teaser. Anyways, please tell me what you think of this, I should have Chapter 1 up soon (well, hopefully)!
Prologue - Foreshadowing
by: butterflie
“So good, so obedient and quiet. I bet you’ve never talked back a day in your life, right? Right? So that’s why I know you’ll listen to me now, and do what I tell you to. And you’ll be quiet, too, won’t you boy? Because if you’re not, you’ll find out just how much fun it is to be an only child. That’s right, baby brother Takeru will be no more... Now, you’re not going to make a sound are you, Yamato?”
A shake of the head, terrified blue eyes staring up at the man hovering menacingly over him. “I-I’ll be good. I won’t say anything.” The whisper was soft, but the man heard it nonethless, and laughed.
“Such a good boy. Your father raised you well. So very, very well. You take right after him.”
“Why are you doing this?” he asked, wishing he could wipe the tears from his eyes. But the hold on his wrists was too tight, and he couldn’t move.
“Because I can. I can do whatever I want, boy, and no one is going to stop me. No one will say anything. Even if you told your father, he’d certainly never go to the police. He’s too afraid. Such a scared little boy your father was. Much like you are now.” The smile seemed downright evil, and he cringed, trying to sink further into the bed, away from the man, away from what he knew would come shortly.
It was no use. Soon the man stopped talking, and the rest of the night was filled with hellish actions and a nightmare that would repeat for months to come.
And long after it was over, his tears continued to fall from his eyes, and he buried his body deep under blood-stained covers, wishing he could erase the past several hours out of his mind forever. Wishing he could hide away from the world, never to be seen again.Because now he was just a shell. A hollow shell of the boy he’d been just yesterday. No longer innocent.
Used. Spent. Broken.
chapter one