Path to Odin : Part 4a
Title: Path to Odin Part 4a (Age 14)
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: 99 Writer’s Choice (geek), (fanfic100), Philip Nichols’s Childhood.
Challenge: None
Characters: Philip Nichols, Royce Nichols, Gerard, other original characters
Characters mentioned: Edward Nichols
Pairings: None
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: child neglect, child abuse, bullies
word Count: 806
Summary: What happened to make Philip Nichols want to become a cult leader? This is his untold story of what happened to make him want to start his own family.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Author’s notes: For Meg, as per her request
Rain fell hard on the window echoing in the classroom. Mrs. Tinders knew that she had already lost the class to rainy day boredom. The only one who was actually paying attention was Philip Nichols, but that really wasn’t much of a surprise. He seemed to thrive well learning, any other time he just faded into the background.
Mrs. Tinders wasn’t really surprised by her class though, it was Friday, and they were all contemplating their weekend plans. She was glad she had decided not to give a test this week. “I think for the rest of class, I am going to make a study hall almost. Starting next week we will be learning about the Norse myths. I have a handout that I want you all to read over this weekend. Philip, can you pass them out?” She pulled a stack of papers off her desk.
Philip almost shrank in his seat when he called his name; he reluctantly dropped his pencil in the middle of his notebook. He started walking towards the front of the room, when he got to the second row Billy Moreno pushed him causing him to fall forward.
“Geek,” Billy said, and pushed him again, causing his glasses to fall on the floor. The other students laughed.
Mark Crumble, who was sitting in front of Billy, stepped on the glasses before he picked them up and handed them to Philip.
Philip put his glasses back on his face, realizing that the left lens was broken. He got the handouts, and passed them out as quickly as possible.
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“What the hell did you do!!!!” Royce threw a glass at Philip, hitting the boy deliberately in the shoulder.
Philip flinched as the glass shattered near him. He knew his father wasn’t going to accept any explanation. His father didn’t really care; his father only cared about was that Philip was costing him money. Royce Nichols would be pissed if he had to lose one cent on something in life.
“The new glasses are coming out of your account!” Royce yelled, before tossing another glass. “Gerard!!!” He yelled over the newly installed intercom.
The butler came in looking forlorn and not willing to the job he knew he was about to.
“Take Philip upstairs, and lock him in the closet.” Royce commanded the butler. Royce enjoyed the fact that over the years he had gotten the Butler to punish Philip. He knew he could never get Gerard to actually lay his hand on the boy, but he could get him to do other things.
Locking Philip in the closet till morning seemed to be surprisingly more effect than the beatings ever had, because then the boy was locked away from all the things that he loved and couldn’t be near them to find comfort in them. Royce was thinking maybe if the boy continued to misbehave that he might have a book burning party, and then he knew he would always have Philip in line.
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Philip curled into a fetal position on the floor of the closet. The closet had a familiar coldness to it that had been seeping into his mind lately.
Sometimes Philip liked to be in the closet, because that is when he could talk to his dead mother. She would come to him, and tell him stories. Part of Philip told him that this was a definite sign that he was surely going insane, but the other part argued that no one could actually prove there were no such things as ghost, or that his mother didn’t come comfort him in his anguish.
Other times, Gerard would sit by the door, and read to him. Gerard had tried to slip him some food, but Royce had told the cooks not to let Gerard into the kitchen when Philip didn’t come to dinner. They all obeyed him, because over the last few years Royce had become even more of a tyrant.
Tonight, Philip had no visitors. This meant he had time to think over his life, he wondered if he would ever grow taller. His brother was already almost a foot taller than him, thanks to a growth spurt last month.
Philip felt he needed to grow taller, and stronger. He wasn’t sure how, but he had to, so that he could escape from this place and never look back. He hoped he would be able to start planning soon, because the next four years were going to go by quickly. Then, he would have graduated from high school, and he didn’t want that to happen without having a very well thought out escape plan. He had decided the day after he graduated was the best time to escape, and make it in this world. He would have a diploma, and wouldn’t need the Nichols money anymore, hopefully.
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: 99 Writer’s Choice (geek), (fanfic100), Philip Nichols’s Childhood.
Challenge: None
Characters: Philip Nichols, Royce Nichols, Gerard, other original characters
Characters mentioned: Edward Nichols
Pairings: None
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: child neglect, child abuse, bullies
word Count: 806
Summary: What happened to make Philip Nichols want to become a cult leader? This is his untold story of what happened to make him want to start his own family.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Author’s notes: For Meg, as per her request
Rain fell hard on the window echoing in the classroom. Mrs. Tinders knew that she had already lost the class to rainy day boredom. The only one who was actually paying attention was Philip Nichols, but that really wasn’t much of a surprise. He seemed to thrive well learning, any other time he just faded into the background.
Mrs. Tinders wasn’t really surprised by her class though, it was Friday, and they were all contemplating their weekend plans. She was glad she had decided not to give a test this week. “I think for the rest of class, I am going to make a study hall almost. Starting next week we will be learning about the Norse myths. I have a handout that I want you all to read over this weekend. Philip, can you pass them out?” She pulled a stack of papers off her desk.
Philip almost shrank in his seat when he called his name; he reluctantly dropped his pencil in the middle of his notebook. He started walking towards the front of the room, when he got to the second row Billy Moreno pushed him causing him to fall forward.
“Geek,” Billy said, and pushed him again, causing his glasses to fall on the floor. The other students laughed.
Mark Crumble, who was sitting in front of Billy, stepped on the glasses before he picked them up and handed them to Philip.
Philip put his glasses back on his face, realizing that the left lens was broken. He got the handouts, and passed them out as quickly as possible.
---
“What the hell did you do!!!!” Royce threw a glass at Philip, hitting the boy deliberately in the shoulder.
Philip flinched as the glass shattered near him. He knew his father wasn’t going to accept any explanation. His father didn’t really care; his father only cared about was that Philip was costing him money. Royce Nichols would be pissed if he had to lose one cent on something in life.
“The new glasses are coming out of your account!” Royce yelled, before tossing another glass. “Gerard!!!” He yelled over the newly installed intercom.
The butler came in looking forlorn and not willing to the job he knew he was about to.
“Take Philip upstairs, and lock him in the closet.” Royce commanded the butler. Royce enjoyed the fact that over the years he had gotten the Butler to punish Philip. He knew he could never get Gerard to actually lay his hand on the boy, but he could get him to do other things.
Locking Philip in the closet till morning seemed to be surprisingly more effect than the beatings ever had, because then the boy was locked away from all the things that he loved and couldn’t be near them to find comfort in them. Royce was thinking maybe if the boy continued to misbehave that he might have a book burning party, and then he knew he would always have Philip in line.
---
Philip curled into a fetal position on the floor of the closet. The closet had a familiar coldness to it that had been seeping into his mind lately.
Sometimes Philip liked to be in the closet, because that is when he could talk to his dead mother. She would come to him, and tell him stories. Part of Philip told him that this was a definite sign that he was surely going insane, but the other part argued that no one could actually prove there were no such things as ghost, or that his mother didn’t come comfort him in his anguish.
Other times, Gerard would sit by the door, and read to him. Gerard had tried to slip him some food, but Royce had told the cooks not to let Gerard into the kitchen when Philip didn’t come to dinner. They all obeyed him, because over the last few years Royce had become even more of a tyrant.
Tonight, Philip had no visitors. This meant he had time to think over his life, he wondered if he would ever grow taller. His brother was already almost a foot taller than him, thanks to a growth spurt last month.
Philip felt he needed to grow taller, and stronger. He wasn’t sure how, but he had to, so that he could escape from this place and never look back. He hoped he would be able to start planning soon, because the next four years were going to go by quickly. Then, he would have graduated from high school, and he didn’t want that to happen without having a very well thought out escape plan. He had decided the day after he graduated was the best time to escape, and make it in this world. He would have a diploma, and wouldn’t need the Nichols money anymore, hopefully.