Hidden - Chapter 2
Rating : PG 13 - NC 17 (Locked when needed.)
Disclaimer : To my knowlage, Bam has never killed a soul, and Ville so far in life, is childless, and so this would mean that this tale is pure fiction.
Summary : Bam is a mass murderer who has been able to avoid the law for some time.
Ville is a proud father to a teenage daughter, whos mother died during her birth.
When the law starts to catch up to Bam, he flees to Finland and takes refugee in the singers home.
By holding his daughter hostage, Bam is able to convince Ville to lead a normal life. But Ville is able to wear the man down, and soon discovers the kind hearted man behind the hardened image and just why he turned to a life of crime. But will he allow himself to fall for the man threatening his daughters life? And what happens when the police close in on Bam?
P.O.V. - Alters between chapters until characters meet. (Odd - Ville / Even - Bam)
This story is dedicated to those murdered recently by the Ipswich Ripper, for it is that tragic tale, that inspired this work of fiction.
Chapter 1 (Ville) - http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/2670091.html#cutid1
"I've had enough Brandon Cole Margera, OUT!"
Seven words and the end of my world, yet the start of another. I'm fourteen, I'm still a kid! But mom's chucking me out! And why? Because I dropped out of school. I don't see the problem, I hated it there. Why is she reacting like this?
"Mom, where the hell am I supposed to go?" I cry, fighting hard to hide my tears - she will not, I repeat, will not, see my pain.
"You treat this place like a god-damn hotel Brandon! Go to a real hotel!" She screamed in response. It was like a knife to my stomach, it hurt bad. Real bad.
"Like I can afford it! Why don't I just move in with Novak, and become a druggie, JUST LIKE HIM!" I scream. And I mean it. Life on the streets for a teenage boy with no money leads to one unavoidable life. A drugged up hobo...
"If you can afford drugs, you can afford a hotel...now out, OUT!" April cries as she grabs me by the collar, and literally throws me out of the house. The door slams behind me, and that's it. I'm homeless... She didn't let me get any of my things, didn't give me any money, didn't give me anything...how am supposed to survive..?
It wasn't long before I feel in with Novaks dealers, I didn't do drugs, but I sold them for the gang. How else was I supposed to get money? It's a violent trade, and I only get 10% of the money I make selling this shit, but its how I stay alive...
"Fork over the money punk," I growl as I force one of my regulars against the wall. I'd given him an advance on his orders, and he promised to pay up,. He was yet to hand over any cash. He trembled against my iron grip - an advantage of living on the streets - I could fight with the best of 'em, and was strong to boot! With no response to my question, I slap the blond haired, green eyed, shorter than average man at my mercy, I spit on his face, cup his cheeks forcefully between my fingers, slamming his head against the wall at the same time. "You owe me big Johnny, real big....and if I don't get shit off you, I get it bad, real bad, then what happens to you?" I growl, staring deep into his frightened eyes. He whimpers, and I feel a heated substance leak from his pants. He'd pissed himself. "You roach! You filthy little rodent!" I whispered, venom spitting from my mouth. "3 days Johnny, you got 3 days..." I growl, letting him go, kicking him harshly in the stomach, spitting one last time for effect...
"Bam..?" A voice stirs me from my uncomfortable slumber in a shop door way.
"Mom..?" And there she was, my mother, standing before me, soaked by the rain - blond hair plastered to her face, make up running feebly down her cheeks, her frame so thin, she looks ill...
"Come home...I'm worried about you..." She whispers, and, despite my anger, I find myself nodding. Since I've been on the streets, all I've wanted to do, it go home...
The next morning, I awake warm in my own bed, and decide that I should try harder as a son. Is it any wonder that April kicked me out? Shes a single mother to a demon like me...I'm surprised she didn't do it sooner! Laughing, I head down to the kitchen to make my mother breakfast, and I am meet with a gruesome site. April, my mother, is lying dead, covered in her own blood, on the kitchen floor. She has been stabbed, over and over again.... her eyes are wide open, an expression of fear and pain in her face...she died in pain, and there was nothing I could do... I find myself throwing up, trembling, sickened by the sight before me... Then I see it, written in my own mothers blood, on the walls of the kitchen...
"Your debt has been paid..."
And I know who did this...the dealers I worked for...and from this moment on...I am dedicating my life to getting revenge for my mothers death...
So thats Bam beginings in life...what did you think guys?
Disclaimer : To my knowlage, Bam has never killed a soul, and Ville so far in life, is childless, and so this would mean that this tale is pure fiction.
Summary : Bam is a mass murderer who has been able to avoid the law for some time.
Ville is a proud father to a teenage daughter, whos mother died during her birth.
When the law starts to catch up to Bam, he flees to Finland and takes refugee in the singers home.
By holding his daughter hostage, Bam is able to convince Ville to lead a normal life. But Ville is able to wear the man down, and soon discovers the kind hearted man behind the hardened image and just why he turned to a life of crime. But will he allow himself to fall for the man threatening his daughters life? And what happens when the police close in on Bam?
P.O.V. - Alters between chapters until characters meet. (Odd - Ville / Even - Bam)
This story is dedicated to those murdered recently by the Ipswich Ripper, for it is that tragic tale, that inspired this work of fiction.
Chapter 1 (Ville) - http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/2670091.html#cutid1
"I've had enough Brandon Cole Margera, OUT!"
Seven words and the end of my world, yet the start of another. I'm fourteen, I'm still a kid! But mom's chucking me out! And why? Because I dropped out of school. I don't see the problem, I hated it there. Why is she reacting like this?
"Mom, where the hell am I supposed to go?" I cry, fighting hard to hide my tears - she will not, I repeat, will not, see my pain.
"You treat this place like a god-damn hotel Brandon! Go to a real hotel!" She screamed in response. It was like a knife to my stomach, it hurt bad. Real bad.
"Like I can afford it! Why don't I just move in with Novak, and become a druggie, JUST LIKE HIM!" I scream. And I mean it. Life on the streets for a teenage boy with no money leads to one unavoidable life. A drugged up hobo...
"If you can afford drugs, you can afford a hotel...now out, OUT!" April cries as she grabs me by the collar, and literally throws me out of the house. The door slams behind me, and that's it. I'm homeless... She didn't let me get any of my things, didn't give me any money, didn't give me anything...how am supposed to survive..?
It wasn't long before I feel in with Novaks dealers, I didn't do drugs, but I sold them for the gang. How else was I supposed to get money? It's a violent trade, and I only get 10% of the money I make selling this shit, but its how I stay alive...
"Fork over the money punk," I growl as I force one of my regulars against the wall. I'd given him an advance on his orders, and he promised to pay up,. He was yet to hand over any cash. He trembled against my iron grip - an advantage of living on the streets - I could fight with the best of 'em, and was strong to boot! With no response to my question, I slap the blond haired, green eyed, shorter than average man at my mercy, I spit on his face, cup his cheeks forcefully between my fingers, slamming his head against the wall at the same time. "You owe me big Johnny, real big....and if I don't get shit off you, I get it bad, real bad, then what happens to you?" I growl, staring deep into his frightened eyes. He whimpers, and I feel a heated substance leak from his pants. He'd pissed himself. "You roach! You filthy little rodent!" I whispered, venom spitting from my mouth. "3 days Johnny, you got 3 days..." I growl, letting him go, kicking him harshly in the stomach, spitting one last time for effect...
"Bam..?" A voice stirs me from my uncomfortable slumber in a shop door way.
"Mom..?" And there she was, my mother, standing before me, soaked by the rain - blond hair plastered to her face, make up running feebly down her cheeks, her frame so thin, she looks ill...
"Come home...I'm worried about you..." She whispers, and, despite my anger, I find myself nodding. Since I've been on the streets, all I've wanted to do, it go home...
The next morning, I awake warm in my own bed, and decide that I should try harder as a son. Is it any wonder that April kicked me out? Shes a single mother to a demon like me...I'm surprised she didn't do it sooner! Laughing, I head down to the kitchen to make my mother breakfast, and I am meet with a gruesome site. April, my mother, is lying dead, covered in her own blood, on the kitchen floor. She has been stabbed, over and over again.... her eyes are wide open, an expression of fear and pain in her face...she died in pain, and there was nothing I could do... I find myself throwing up, trembling, sickened by the sight before me... Then I see it, written in my own mothers blood, on the walls of the kitchen...
"Your debt has been paid..."
And I know who did this...the dealers I worked for...and from this moment on...I am dedicating my life to getting revenge for my mothers death...
So thats Bam beginings in life...what did you think guys?