Fanfiction: Heroes: The Child Is Gone
Title: The Child Is Gone
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Luke, Elle
Word Count: 407
Summary: At the age of six both Elle and Luke learned that playgrounds weren’t always fun.
Warnings: Child abuse, child violence (ie: children being violent)
Author’s note: Written for the “playground” challenge at elle_luke. Unbeta’d cause I wanted to get it up before the challenge ended.
The last time Elle ever went to a playground, she was six years old. Daddy came to pick her up after she had burnt down the house with Mommy and Grandma in it. It had been an accident. She hadn’t meant to do it. Mommy was trying to force her into bed, and she got upset, started sparking, and it all went downhill from there.
Daddy told her he was taking her someplace where she’d learn control. Where she would never hurt anyone again.
Elle begged him to let her go to the park one last time before heading to the Primatech office in Ohio. She sat in a sandbox with two other girls. She wanted to play with one of the other girl’s dolls (all of hers were melted down in the fire. Daddy won’t buy her more) and the girl refused. Elle got angry and started fighting her for it. Then the other girl joined in, Elle panicked, and next thing she knew, she was sparking again, and the two girls ended up dead.
She didn’t mean to do it.
It was an accident.
Daddy had a friend of his make everything better, and she was taken away, locked up where she couldn’t hurt anyone anymore.
~*~*~*~*
Luke never liked going to playgrounds as a child. He was bullied horribly by the other kids. Pushed into sandboxes and called a pussy, or worse. When he tried to go across the handlebars, another boy would pull down his pants. When he was on the swing, someone would come shove him off.
He usually came home covered in sand, dirt, blood, snot and tears. He started dreading going. He begged his parents not to take him. He could just stay home and play video games or something. He just didn’t want to go back to that awful place anymore.
His dad smacked him across the face and told him he needed to learn to be tougher. To not let the other kids own him like that. Campbell men were better than that. If he couldn’t defend himself now, what was he going to do when he got older? The other kids were only going to get worse, not better. And when Luke started crying, his father hit him again.
Luke was six at the time and that’s when he learned that whether he was at the playground or at home, he was still going to get hurt.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Luke, Elle
Word Count: 407
Summary: At the age of six both Elle and Luke learned that playgrounds weren’t always fun.
Warnings: Child abuse, child violence (ie: children being violent)
Author’s note: Written for the “playground” challenge at elle_luke. Unbeta’d cause I wanted to get it up before the challenge ended.
The last time Elle ever went to a playground, she was six years old. Daddy came to pick her up after she had burnt down the house with Mommy and Grandma in it. It had been an accident. She hadn’t meant to do it. Mommy was trying to force her into bed, and she got upset, started sparking, and it all went downhill from there.
Daddy told her he was taking her someplace where she’d learn control. Where she would never hurt anyone again.
Elle begged him to let her go to the park one last time before heading to the Primatech office in Ohio. She sat in a sandbox with two other girls. She wanted to play with one of the other girl’s dolls (all of hers were melted down in the fire. Daddy won’t buy her more) and the girl refused. Elle got angry and started fighting her for it. Then the other girl joined in, Elle panicked, and next thing she knew, she was sparking again, and the two girls ended up dead.
She didn’t mean to do it.
It was an accident.
Daddy had a friend of his make everything better, and she was taken away, locked up where she couldn’t hurt anyone anymore.
~*~*~*~*
Luke never liked going to playgrounds as a child. He was bullied horribly by the other kids. Pushed into sandboxes and called a pussy, or worse. When he tried to go across the handlebars, another boy would pull down his pants. When he was on the swing, someone would come shove him off.
He usually came home covered in sand, dirt, blood, snot and tears. He started dreading going. He begged his parents not to take him. He could just stay home and play video games or something. He just didn’t want to go back to that awful place anymore.
His dad smacked him across the face and told him he needed to learn to be tougher. To not let the other kids own him like that. Campbell men were better than that. If he couldn’t defend himself now, what was he going to do when he got older? The other kids were only going to get worse, not better. And when Luke started crying, his father hit him again.
Luke was six at the time and that’s when he learned that whether he was at the playground or at home, he was still going to get hurt.