Tintin: The Sinner of Satchsweet V
Title: The Sinner of Satchsweet
Authors: ArethaHelena and Rachel (~RaltheCommentator)
Rating: PG-15
Summary: When Rastapopoulus discovered something crucial to Tintin, he decided to use it against him.
Genre: AU (NOT taken from ‘Past, Present, and Future’ and ‘He’s the Boy’, but have several characters, relevance, and storylines from them). Haddock did not raise Tintin in this story, he lived with his parents until they died and he was moved into the orphanage. But still, Myriam hated him with a passion.
Warning: Violence
A/N: This is based on my Tintin RP with ~RaltheCommentator. When the RP turned into a simple story, that’s what happened to this one. I hope you readers like it, and I apologize if there was some irrelevance and stuffs. I do have to thank seerstella for the Wagg joke here. Thanks, girl!
Prologue: What I Discovered
Chapter One: So-Called Vacation?
Chapter Two: What I Found
Chapter Three: Let Me Tell You
Chapter Four: Scheduled for Demolition, No Trespassing!
Chapter Five: Darkest Fears Emerged
In another darkest night in Belgium, Haddock had parked his car out the sight of the house's constable. That made Tintin and he had to creep to near the post of the constable. But before they neared the small hut, Tintin pulled him aside, flattened him against the tree.
"Captain, why don't we just knock him out?"
Haddock smirked at him as he patted the bottles of whisky in his pockets. "Why can I have some fun, just a tiniest bit, Tintin?"
Tintin smiled broadly. "Great answer, Captain. Well, have fun with your constable. I just hope you don't get too much to drink, in case I need you."
Haddock patted Tintin's shoulder. "No need to worry, my boy. If you're not out in at least an hour, I'll get myself in."
"Roger. See you, Captain." Tintin answered. Haddock nodded and walked toward the constable's post, a big smile on his face. The constable looked up at him in interest and disdain at the same time. Haddock glanced as two dark shadows made themselves welcome to the guarded house before turned at the staring constable. He realized that the man was staring at his supplies of whisky.
"Hello, sir!" Haddock greeted, as cheerful as he could. "Not a great night, is it?"
The man's eyes lit up in recognition. "You again?!"
"Whoa, easy there, sir," Haddock still smiled like a madcap. For the first (and last) time, he wished Joylon Wagg was here, his boring chatter surely would knock down the constable harder than any chloroform and whisky. "Why don't we have a nice chat here? Besides, I need someone to help me finish this..."
The constable suddenly grinned broadly, and Haddock had to restrain the urge to flinch when he grabbed the nearest bottle in Haddock's pocket. "Well, why not?"
"Where's that blasted Wagg when I need him?" Haddock thought as the constable began to drink his whisky. "My best one!"
**
Meanwhile, inside the house, it was still dark as ever. Tintin turned his back to stare at his lovely terrier. "Snowy, you know how to be quiet, are you not?"
Snowy grunted quietly, which Tintin took as a yes. They crept into rooms and rooms, looking for more evidence for Tintin's childhood. Tintin stepped back when he felt his foot stepped on something. He hurriedly knelt down to examine it. Snowy grunted next to him.
"Hush, Snowy!" he snarled at the mutt before taking the thing-which appeared to be a paper or photo-to his palm. Snowy grunted again and suddenly ran away.
Sadly enough, he didn't know what it was, because suddenly the dark room around him became much darker as a hard strike knocked him out.
**
Outside, Haddock was really careful of himself. Or, to be precise, he had to be really careful of himself. He did not want to get drunk, in case Tintin and Snowy needed his help. Tintin had told him to wait for at least an hour, but now it was more than that and Haddock began to worry. He knew that the constable was already drunk, and would not be any danger for the three of them.
He looked up from the drunken constable and saw shadows which shaped like people. An extremely cold hand gripped his heart. Something was not right. "What is that?" he asked to himself before crept to behind some bushes. He knelt down and strained his eyes, trying to catch something suspicious.
Suddenly he felt a tug on his jacket. He looked back and was dumfounded when he saw Tintin's white terrier behind him. "Snowy! Where's Tintin?!"
Snowy barked softly at the large dormitory house at the edge of town, though from how much it had aged and decayed, one would swear it was a haunted house. The only sign of what significance these ruins gave was, literally, a sign that read, in an aged stone on the front lawn.
"Satchsweet Orphanage. Est. 1896."
**
The hobos took Tintin, who had passed out from a rag of chloroform, to a skanky basement, filled with spider webs and a few rats here and there. There were also pounds of drugs in locked shelves; this basement was used as the hobos' storage space. After Satchsweet Orphanage was moved, it was used as another drug base, other than the stranded house.
Haddock saw the shadows and eventually could make out an unconscious Tintin on them. "Billions of blistering barnacles!" He hurriedly rose, wanting to make a scene, but stopped himself. No, they were too many. A man and a dog surely would lose if they were against four broad, sturdy men. So, he had to be smarter.
The captain and the dog followed those men to the orphanage. In their way, they would have to come past the drunken constable. Those hobos didn't seem to care about him, but Haddock did. He didn't want the man to remember seeing him today.
"Wh..wherre aaarrr youu going...???" he asked.
Haddock snorted and took the constable's stick. The man only giggled like a madcap. "Drunk to your veins, you are. Well, since I'm afraid your dunderhead will mess up, you better take a sleep." He simply swung the stick against the constable's head. It wasn't hard but the constable was too drunk so he fell into a restless slumber.
"Done." Haddock rubbed his hands together. "What mess I get myself into, Snowy?" Haddock asked. Snowy only wagged his tail, and they hurriedly walked toward the orphanage.
**
Meanwhile, Tintin came to life. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim, almost dark, light around him. The light was kind of familiar, but he didn't know where he was. "Where am I? Hello? Anybody here?"
He tried to wake up, but rapidly realized that he was bound and his head hurt beyond belief. He automatically knew that he was in danger. But still, what else is new?
Well, the thing which was new was Rastapapoulus' harsh laugh near him. "Great snakes!" he snarled in anger.
Suddenly the dim light totally disappeared and the room became so dark he could see nothing but black all around him. Tintin began to worry. He heard a faint click and saved it to his mind, but it was quickly forgotten when his hearing caught a female voice that sounded frighteningly familiar, only aged with the passage of time.
"You clumsy boy! You're not daydreaming again, are you kid?! All these years I've raised you, yet NOTHING has changed!"
Tintin gasped, horrified.
Authors: ArethaHelena and Rachel (~RaltheCommentator)
Rating: PG-15
Summary: When Rastapopoulus discovered something crucial to Tintin, he decided to use it against him.
Genre: AU (NOT taken from ‘Past, Present, and Future’ and ‘He’s the Boy’, but have several characters, relevance, and storylines from them). Haddock did not raise Tintin in this story, he lived with his parents until they died and he was moved into the orphanage. But still, Myriam hated him with a passion.
Warning: Violence
A/N: This is based on my Tintin RP with ~RaltheCommentator. When the RP turned into a simple story, that’s what happened to this one. I hope you readers like it, and I apologize if there was some irrelevance and stuffs. I do have to thank seerstella for the Wagg joke here. Thanks, girl!
Prologue: What I Discovered
Chapter One: So-Called Vacation?
Chapter Two: What I Found
Chapter Three: Let Me Tell You
Chapter Four: Scheduled for Demolition, No Trespassing!
Chapter Five: Darkest Fears Emerged
In another darkest night in Belgium, Haddock had parked his car out the sight of the house's constable. That made Tintin and he had to creep to near the post of the constable. But before they neared the small hut, Tintin pulled him aside, flattened him against the tree.
"Captain, why don't we just knock him out?"
Haddock smirked at him as he patted the bottles of whisky in his pockets. "Why can I have some fun, just a tiniest bit, Tintin?"
Tintin smiled broadly. "Great answer, Captain. Well, have fun with your constable. I just hope you don't get too much to drink, in case I need you."
Haddock patted Tintin's shoulder. "No need to worry, my boy. If you're not out in at least an hour, I'll get myself in."
"Roger. See you, Captain." Tintin answered. Haddock nodded and walked toward the constable's post, a big smile on his face. The constable looked up at him in interest and disdain at the same time. Haddock glanced as two dark shadows made themselves welcome to the guarded house before turned at the staring constable. He realized that the man was staring at his supplies of whisky.
"Hello, sir!" Haddock greeted, as cheerful as he could. "Not a great night, is it?"
The man's eyes lit up in recognition. "You again?!"
"Whoa, easy there, sir," Haddock still smiled like a madcap. For the first (and last) time, he wished Joylon Wagg was here, his boring chatter surely would knock down the constable harder than any chloroform and whisky. "Why don't we have a nice chat here? Besides, I need someone to help me finish this..."
The constable suddenly grinned broadly, and Haddock had to restrain the urge to flinch when he grabbed the nearest bottle in Haddock's pocket. "Well, why not?"
"Where's that blasted Wagg when I need him?" Haddock thought as the constable began to drink his whisky. "My best one!"
**
Meanwhile, inside the house, it was still dark as ever. Tintin turned his back to stare at his lovely terrier. "Snowy, you know how to be quiet, are you not?"
Snowy grunted quietly, which Tintin took as a yes. They crept into rooms and rooms, looking for more evidence for Tintin's childhood. Tintin stepped back when he felt his foot stepped on something. He hurriedly knelt down to examine it. Snowy grunted next to him.
"Hush, Snowy!" he snarled at the mutt before taking the thing-which appeared to be a paper or photo-to his palm. Snowy grunted again and suddenly ran away.
Sadly enough, he didn't know what it was, because suddenly the dark room around him became much darker as a hard strike knocked him out.
**
Outside, Haddock was really careful of himself. Or, to be precise, he had to be really careful of himself. He did not want to get drunk, in case Tintin and Snowy needed his help. Tintin had told him to wait for at least an hour, but now it was more than that and Haddock began to worry. He knew that the constable was already drunk, and would not be any danger for the three of them.
He looked up from the drunken constable and saw shadows which shaped like people. An extremely cold hand gripped his heart. Something was not right. "What is that?" he asked to himself before crept to behind some bushes. He knelt down and strained his eyes, trying to catch something suspicious.
Suddenly he felt a tug on his jacket. He looked back and was dumfounded when he saw Tintin's white terrier behind him. "Snowy! Where's Tintin?!"
Snowy barked softly at the large dormitory house at the edge of town, though from how much it had aged and decayed, one would swear it was a haunted house. The only sign of what significance these ruins gave was, literally, a sign that read, in an aged stone on the front lawn.
"Satchsweet Orphanage. Est. 1896."
**
The hobos took Tintin, who had passed out from a rag of chloroform, to a skanky basement, filled with spider webs and a few rats here and there. There were also pounds of drugs in locked shelves; this basement was used as the hobos' storage space. After Satchsweet Orphanage was moved, it was used as another drug base, other than the stranded house.
Haddock saw the shadows and eventually could make out an unconscious Tintin on them. "Billions of blistering barnacles!" He hurriedly rose, wanting to make a scene, but stopped himself. No, they were too many. A man and a dog surely would lose if they were against four broad, sturdy men. So, he had to be smarter.
The captain and the dog followed those men to the orphanage. In their way, they would have to come past the drunken constable. Those hobos didn't seem to care about him, but Haddock did. He didn't want the man to remember seeing him today.
"Wh..wherre aaarrr youu going...???" he asked.
Haddock snorted and took the constable's stick. The man only giggled like a madcap. "Drunk to your veins, you are. Well, since I'm afraid your dunderhead will mess up, you better take a sleep." He simply swung the stick against the constable's head. It wasn't hard but the constable was too drunk so he fell into a restless slumber.
"Done." Haddock rubbed his hands together. "What mess I get myself into, Snowy?" Haddock asked. Snowy only wagged his tail, and they hurriedly walked toward the orphanage.
**
Meanwhile, Tintin came to life. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim, almost dark, light around him. The light was kind of familiar, but he didn't know where he was. "Where am I? Hello? Anybody here?"
He tried to wake up, but rapidly realized that he was bound and his head hurt beyond belief. He automatically knew that he was in danger. But still, what else is new?
Well, the thing which was new was Rastapapoulus' harsh laugh near him. "Great snakes!" he snarled in anger.
Suddenly the dim light totally disappeared and the room became so dark he could see nothing but black all around him. Tintin began to worry. He heard a faint click and saved it to his mind, but it was quickly forgotten when his hearing caught a female voice that sounded frighteningly familiar, only aged with the passage of time.
"You clumsy boy! You're not daydreaming again, are you kid?! All these years I've raised you, yet NOTHING has changed!"
Tintin gasped, horrified.