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((OOC: The nightmare previously mentioned in the last post. Not to be rped to.
And no. Not all of this actually happened to Elliot. Some did, but not all. ...Thankfully.))
A five year old Elliot Giovanni toddled into his parents room, carrying one of his favorite plush toys. He grinned when he saw his parents sleeping peacefully, green eyes shining in delight. He snuck up to the bed with all the grace of a child. His tongue stuck out of his mouth in concentration, but he didn't notice. Struggling for a moment to climb up the bed without waking his parents, he nearly fell off several times. After successfully getting and staying on the bed(he lost his toy at one point and had to go back to get it), he crouched down. Childish maliciousness gleamed in his eyes. There was one tense moment when the cub readied for the kill.... and he pounced right in the middle of his sleeping parents, making a roaring sound as he did so.
He giggled hysterically as Amelia and Henry Giovanni shot up in surprise. After finding out whom it was that had attacked them, Amelia sighed and smiled softly, while Henry scowled and said, "That's it. No more nature programs for you." Elliot grinned obliviously at his father, while Amelia looked at him disapprovingly.
"Now Henry, it can't do too much harm, can it? After all, he's a growing boy..."
"Amelia..." Henry began sternly. "We can't let this kind of behavior go on like this..."
Before Mr. Giovanni could continue, the scene faded...
Elliot shifted in his sleep.
Elliot couldn't remember ever having a scooter. He remembered he had always wanted one, but he never got it, his father saying that no son of his would ever own something so silly. So, later on when he woke up, and the terror had gone down a bit, he would wonder why the next part of the dream had happened...
Ten years old and loving it. To the best of his ability, at least. Elliot "scooted" around on his scooter, holding his stuffed toy in one hand, and having so much fun with his parents out. The front door slammed, and he skidded and almost fell, but caught his balance just in time. He gulped and looked at his father, hoping the "puppy dog eyes" would actually work this time. The proverbial "hand in the cookie jar." Whatever "proverbial" meant.
"H-hi, Dad..."
Henry glared. "Elliot..." He said, warningly, and Elliot gulped again. "How many times do I have to tell you to stay off of that stupid thing? You know very well that if anyone saw you on it, at this age...! It's time for you to grow up Elliot. No more "scooters," no more playing, no more of those idiotic programs you watch, and no more of your toys!" He grabbed the toy from Elliot's grip and threw it to the side.
"B-but Dad I- AH!" Elliot was interrupted by a smack from his father. He cowered away from the man, but he refused to cry...
That would only make it worse.
"What did I say to you about contradicting me?!"
"I-I'm sorry, Dad. I-" Elliot scrambled away.
Elliot whimpered and shifted again.
And then the dream changed even more into a nightmare.
"Listen, sweetie." Amelia said, brushing back Elliot's white hair. "I want you to be a big boy, okay? Be a big boy for mommy."
Elliot looked worriedly at his mother. "Okay, Mom."
Amelia nodded in approval. "Good. Now, I want you to go hide, okay? Go hide from mommy and daddy."
Elliot nodded back. "O-okay." He ran away and hid underneath his parents bed.
And not a moment too soon, as the door slammed open.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH!?"
"Henry, please! You're drunk, don't do any- AH!" SLAP
Elliot scrambled further beneath the bed, whimpering in fear.
"Don't you DARE tell me what to do!!"
"H-henry..." SLAP
"SHUT UP! WHERE IS THAT STUPID BRAT!?"
"I don't... know."
"The FUCK you don't! TELL ME!"
"No..."
Elliot cringed when he heard the violent sound of bone breaking. He heard a cry of pain, then a thump.
Clomp.
Oh no.
Clomp.
Oh, please God no.
Clomp. Coming closer.
Don't let him find me. Please.
Clomp. At the door now.
PLEASE!
Clomp. Clomp. The sheet was being lifted...
Henry Giovanni's green eyes locked with his terrified thirteen year old son's own matching ones.
"There you are."
Elliot woke up screaming.
And no. Not all of this actually happened to Elliot. Some did, but not all. ...Thankfully.))
A five year old Elliot Giovanni toddled into his parents room, carrying one of his favorite plush toys. He grinned when he saw his parents sleeping peacefully, green eyes shining in delight. He snuck up to the bed with all the grace of a child. His tongue stuck out of his mouth in concentration, but he didn't notice. Struggling for a moment to climb up the bed without waking his parents, he nearly fell off several times. After successfully getting and staying on the bed(he lost his toy at one point and had to go back to get it), he crouched down. Childish maliciousness gleamed in his eyes. There was one tense moment when the cub readied for the kill.... and he pounced right in the middle of his sleeping parents, making a roaring sound as he did so.
He giggled hysterically as Amelia and Henry Giovanni shot up in surprise. After finding out whom it was that had attacked them, Amelia sighed and smiled softly, while Henry scowled and said, "That's it. No more nature programs for you." Elliot grinned obliviously at his father, while Amelia looked at him disapprovingly.
"Now Henry, it can't do too much harm, can it? After all, he's a growing boy..."
"Amelia..." Henry began sternly. "We can't let this kind of behavior go on like this..."
Before Mr. Giovanni could continue, the scene faded...
Elliot shifted in his sleep.
Elliot couldn't remember ever having a scooter. He remembered he had always wanted one, but he never got it, his father saying that no son of his would ever own something so silly. So, later on when he woke up, and the terror had gone down a bit, he would wonder why the next part of the dream had happened...
Ten years old and loving it. To the best of his ability, at least. Elliot "scooted" around on his scooter, holding his stuffed toy in one hand, and having so much fun with his parents out. The front door slammed, and he skidded and almost fell, but caught his balance just in time. He gulped and looked at his father, hoping the "puppy dog eyes" would actually work this time. The proverbial "hand in the cookie jar." Whatever "proverbial" meant.
"H-hi, Dad..."
Henry glared. "Elliot..." He said, warningly, and Elliot gulped again. "How many times do I have to tell you to stay off of that stupid thing? You know very well that if anyone saw you on it, at this age...! It's time for you to grow up Elliot. No more "scooters," no more playing, no more of those idiotic programs you watch, and no more of your toys!" He grabbed the toy from Elliot's grip and threw it to the side.
"B-but Dad I- AH!" Elliot was interrupted by a smack from his father. He cowered away from the man, but he refused to cry...
That would only make it worse.
"What did I say to you about contradicting me?!"
"I-I'm sorry, Dad. I-" Elliot scrambled away.
Elliot whimpered and shifted again.
And then the dream changed even more into a nightmare.
"Listen, sweetie." Amelia said, brushing back Elliot's white hair. "I want you to be a big boy, okay? Be a big boy for mommy."
Elliot looked worriedly at his mother. "Okay, Mom."
Amelia nodded in approval. "Good. Now, I want you to go hide, okay? Go hide from mommy and daddy."
Elliot nodded back. "O-okay." He ran away and hid underneath his parents bed.
And not a moment too soon, as the door slammed open.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH!?"
"Henry, please! You're drunk, don't do any- AH!" SLAP
Elliot scrambled further beneath the bed, whimpering in fear.
"Don't you DARE tell me what to do!!"
"H-henry..." SLAP
"SHUT UP! WHERE IS THAT STUPID BRAT!?"
"I don't... know."
"The FUCK you don't! TELL ME!"
"No..."
Elliot cringed when he heard the violent sound of bone breaking. He heard a cry of pain, then a thump.
Clomp.
Oh no.
Clomp.
Oh, please God no.
Clomp. Coming closer.
Don't let him find me. Please.
Clomp. At the door now.
PLEASE!
Clomp. Clomp. The sheet was being lifted...
Henry Giovanni's green eyes locked with his terrified thirteen year old son's own matching ones.
"There you are."
Elliot woke up screaming.