Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Starting Over ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Lemony Chocolate 
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Angst / Psychological / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 494 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Angst / Psychological / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 494 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 3
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"Can we get the box now?" Chocolate asked excitedly.
"Wait a minute," Mille said slowly, "You said that she said that whatever was in the box would protect the children, implying that something or someone was hurting or would hurt the children. Meaning Marron and his brother." He lifted an inquiring eyebrow.
"I've suspected that Carrot was being abused by his father, and I've questioned him endlessly on the subject, trying to get him to admit or even leave. But he won't or can't leave. It's as if Onion has some type of hold on him." Cinnamon paced back and forth angrily, suddenly noticing the uneasy looks the sisters were giving each other. Her eyes narrowed suddenly, they knew something.
Marron's eyes were glowing with fury at the thought of someone hurting his niisan.
"Mama, I...we-" Tira stopped and glanced at her sister for encouragement. "We don't just think he's physically abusing him, we know." She finished in a shamed whisper, shocking the room into horrified silence.
"We've been trying for years to get him to come live with us. That's why we both work two jobs and moved out just so he could come stay with us if he didn't want to stay with you. But he won't admit anything. He just laughs and jokes away everything. We even tried kidnapping once to get him examined by a doctor, but he came to in the doctor's office and ran out. He wouldn't talk to us for almost a month," Chocolate ended, tears pouring down her face as she hugged her equally distraught sister.
The room was stunned at the lengths the girls had gone through to get Carrot help.
"You could have been arrested and maybe sent to jail," Dota pointed out. They nodded miserably.
"But it would have been worth it if it got Carrot out of that house," Tira said fiercely.
"At least Carrot would be free," Chocolate added equal ferocity.
"My god," their mother breathed at the sacrifices her children were making to free their best friend.
"I'm going home and bringing that box back," she said, "This will end here and now. Tira, Chocolate, you stay here." Quickly she exited the room. They heard the front door open and close, and then the sound of a car starting.
Thirty minutes later she came running in huffing and puffing, lugging the box and placing it on the table.
Marron took off his necklace and tentatively fitted the key into the lock, smiling in relief when the lock clicked open. They opened the box and saw numerous dated tapes and a journal of some sort. Marron realized that these tapes very old. He would have been about three or four years old at the time.
On the top were two letters, one said Marron the other, Carrot.
He picked it up, opened it and read it out loud.
Marron,
If you are reading this letter, it means that I'm already
dead and wasn't successful in getting your brother away
from your father. If I had been successful , this box and it's
contents would have been destroyed and no mention would
have ever been made. You would've never find out what
kind of monster Onion is. Never ever trust him, my son,
no matter what promises or lies he tells you.
I managed to make copies of tapes he had hidden.
I don't think he suspects what I've done. But I
needed incontestable proof of his evil.
Look at the tape labeled My Tape. This is the
tape that I made secretly of his atrocities. I
didn't have the guts to watch. And if you have
the stomach for it, watch the rest of the tapes
he made. I'm sorry, but I'm weak and I just
couldn't.
After you watch the tape, do whatever you have
to do, but GET YOUR BROTHER! I can't stress
this enough. You'll see when you watch the
tapes.
I'm begging you son, get your brother.
I'm counting on you to finish my task.
I will always love you,
Your mother.
"I have a really bad feeling about this," Eclair whispered to her brother.
"Yeah me too," Gateau whispered back as they trailed into the family room with the box of tapes.
As instructed, Marron put "My Tape" in first and sat down. They watched as a six-year-old Carrot hesitantly entered the room with his head down.
They watched as Onion put down his paper and said quietly to the shivering little boy, "Well boy, what it's going to be? You or your brother."
Carrot head lifted up with a jerk as he screamed, "You no touch my otouto, no touch my otouto, no touch him!" before launching himself furiously at the adult. The man casually backhanded the small child.
Everyone winced in horror at the scene, unaware of the true magnitude of Onion's crime.
"Well boy? You or your brother?" Onion asked harshly as he grabbed the tiny boy by the shirt and ripped it off his body.
Their eyes widened in burgeoning horror as they watched Carrot remove his pants and bend his naked form over a chair. There was a concerted rush to the bathroom and garbage can. Sounds of people being sick and the recorded screams of Carrot resounded in the room.
"Turn it off. Turn it off," Eclair screamed from her position in the corner where she was violently ill. When no one could move fast enough to stop the videotape, she grabbed a heavy stone figure and threw it at the TV. The glass exploded, sending fitful sparks flying.
Blessed silence reigned as everyone tried to comprehend what he or she had seen.
"Oh, god, oh god," Cinnamon kept crying seeing the image still in her mind.
No one was safe from the horror they had just witnessed.
"He has to die," Marron said in a daze. "Mama, I have to kill him. You do understand, don't you?"
He went to the locked gun cabinet and, with a jerk, broke it open and took out a rifle and a handgun. Tira and Chocolate silently joined him. Their eyes were wide and dazed also, as they each picked up a gun and started searching for shells, growing more frustrated when their search proved futile. Drawers crashed onto the floor, spilling their contents, but no bullets were to be found. Then providence, or perhaps the cruel face of vengeance, seemed to smile upon them as their eyes lit upon a beautifully worked, and menacingly sharp, silver letter opener. There was a brief tussle before Marron won the battle and seized the normally harmless weapon. Tira and Chocolate whirled around and searched thought a nearby cabinet, and smiled viciously at the serrated hunting knives they found therein. All three headed for the door on a simple mission: find Onion, skin Onion, kill Onion, get Carrot, hurt everybody that hurt Carrot.
Stella and Cinnamon came out of their mental petrifacation when they saw their children heading out the doors with knives and a countenances that screamed for blood, Onion's blood. They ran and quickly stopped them.
"Get out of my way Mama," Marron said in a eerily calm manner. The letter opened gripped in one tense hand.
"Marron, stop and think for a minute. They'll take you away and you'll never get to see your brother," Stella said softly, hoping to reach the boy shaking with barely suppressed wrath. Cinnamon attempted to reason with her own offspring. Stella signaled Gateau to come up and restrain him.
Unadulterated fury burned through Marron's body. He couldn't suppress the horrified shaking that had started upon seeing that damned tape and knowing what his brother had been forced to live through all these. He needed blood: Onion's blood coating his hands. He needed to feel Onion screaming beneath him and writhing in pain as he plunged the knife into him over, and over and over again. Distantly he could hear Mama calling him, telling him that there was a better way to exact revenge. And he listened, snarling, because he wanted Onion to suffer, to suffer and know why.
After Cinnamon had finished they all had bloodthirsty smiles on their faces. Onion was going down.
END FLASHBACK
Carrot stood in his bathroom getting dressed. Relief filled him with the knowledge that his father wasn't going to be making any demands on him tonight since he had left for an unexpected business conference. He opened the door and stopped abruptly at the sight of his stepbrother laying across his bed.
He flushed in fury as he snarled, "What are you doing in my room. I thought I told you not to come in here again ever again. Now get out!"
Zaha gracefully got off the bed and paced towards the smaller boy in a way reminiscent of a stalking tiger. Eyes burning with unsettling heat, he backed Carrot against the wall. He leaned in with his lips a bare inch away and breathed, "What are you going to do about it, call daddy?" Without waiting, or allowing, for a response, he crushed the boy against him, delighting in the squirming body. Finally, Carrot managed to break away. He shoved the surprised Zaha away and wiped his lips in disgust.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? I keep telling you that I don't want you. Just leave me alone," he cried backing away. The older boy advanced and then pounced. He rode the smaller boy down onto the bed.
"Don't do this to me," he begged before Zaha seized his lips and started humping against him. Tears trailed silently down his face as he struggled against the heavier form. His body shook with sobs as Zaha, with an arrested look upon his face, slowly sat up.
"I don't get you," he said coldly, flinching inwardly at the tears on the boy's face, "You've been fucking your father for years and you complain about me? At least I'm not your father…" He faltered to a stop at the sudden fury burning in the wide eyes. Carrot, growling inhumanely, attacked him. The ferocity of the attack forced him to defend himself as he grabbed the furious boy and restrained him.
"Don't touch me," Carrot shouted angrily. "Get out of here! Get out! Get out! Get out!"
"Okay, I'm going." Zaha raised his hands and slowly backed away from the enraged boy. He opened the door and, as he was stepping through, he sneered, "Daddy's little fuck-toy." The pale, haunted look on Carrot's face drove a spike of nausea into his stomach.
He rested his forehead against the door, listening to the muffled sobs from the boy. He wondered why he always tried to hurt him when he only wanted the boy's love and affection.
He was really starting to dislike his stepfather.
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"Can we get the box now?" Chocolate asked excitedly.
"Wait a minute," Mille said slowly, "You said that she said that whatever was in the box would protect the children, implying that something or someone was hurting or would hurt the children. Meaning Marron and his brother." He lifted an inquiring eyebrow.
"I've suspected that Carrot was being abused by his father, and I've questioned him endlessly on the subject, trying to get him to admit or even leave. But he won't or can't leave. It's as if Onion has some type of hold on him." Cinnamon paced back and forth angrily, suddenly noticing the uneasy looks the sisters were giving each other. Her eyes narrowed suddenly, they knew something.
Marron's eyes were glowing with fury at the thought of someone hurting his niisan.
"Mama, I...we-" Tira stopped and glanced at her sister for encouragement. "We don't just think he's physically abusing him, we know." She finished in a shamed whisper, shocking the room into horrified silence.
"We've been trying for years to get him to come live with us. That's why we both work two jobs and moved out just so he could come stay with us if he didn't want to stay with you. But he won't admit anything. He just laughs and jokes away everything. We even tried kidnapping once to get him examined by a doctor, but he came to in the doctor's office and ran out. He wouldn't talk to us for almost a month," Chocolate ended, tears pouring down her face as she hugged her equally distraught sister.
The room was stunned at the lengths the girls had gone through to get Carrot help.
"You could have been arrested and maybe sent to jail," Dota pointed out. They nodded miserably.
"But it would have been worth it if it got Carrot out of that house," Tira said fiercely.
"At least Carrot would be free," Chocolate added equal ferocity.
"My god," their mother breathed at the sacrifices her children were making to free their best friend.
"I'm going home and bringing that box back," she said, "This will end here and now. Tira, Chocolate, you stay here." Quickly she exited the room. They heard the front door open and close, and then the sound of a car starting.
Thirty minutes later she came running in huffing and puffing, lugging the box and placing it on the table.
Marron took off his necklace and tentatively fitted the key into the lock, smiling in relief when the lock clicked open. They opened the box and saw numerous dated tapes and a journal of some sort. Marron realized that these tapes very old. He would have been about three or four years old at the time.
On the top were two letters, one said Marron the other, Carrot.
He picked it up, opened it and read it out loud.
Marron,
If you are reading this letter, it means that I'm already
dead and wasn't successful in getting your brother away
from your father. If I had been successful , this box and it's
contents would have been destroyed and no mention would
have ever been made. You would've never find out what
kind of monster Onion is. Never ever trust him, my son,
no matter what promises or lies he tells you.
I managed to make copies of tapes he had hidden.
I don't think he suspects what I've done. But I
needed incontestable proof of his evil.
Look at the tape labeled My Tape. This is the
tape that I made secretly of his atrocities. I
didn't have the guts to watch. And if you have
the stomach for it, watch the rest of the tapes
he made. I'm sorry, but I'm weak and I just
couldn't.
After you watch the tape, do whatever you have
to do, but GET YOUR BROTHER! I can't stress
this enough. You'll see when you watch the
tapes.
I'm begging you son, get your brother.
I'm counting on you to finish my task.
I will always love you,
Your mother.
"I have a really bad feeling about this," Eclair whispered to her brother.
"Yeah me too," Gateau whispered back as they trailed into the family room with the box of tapes.
As instructed, Marron put "My Tape" in first and sat down. They watched as a six-year-old Carrot hesitantly entered the room with his head down.
They watched as Onion put down his paper and said quietly to the shivering little boy, "Well boy, what it's going to be? You or your brother."
Carrot head lifted up with a jerk as he screamed, "You no touch my otouto, no touch my otouto, no touch him!" before launching himself furiously at the adult. The man casually backhanded the small child.
Everyone winced in horror at the scene, unaware of the true magnitude of Onion's crime.
"Well boy? You or your brother?" Onion asked harshly as he grabbed the tiny boy by the shirt and ripped it off his body.
Their eyes widened in burgeoning horror as they watched Carrot remove his pants and bend his naked form over a chair. There was a concerted rush to the bathroom and garbage can. Sounds of people being sick and the recorded screams of Carrot resounded in the room.
"Turn it off. Turn it off," Eclair screamed from her position in the corner where she was violently ill. When no one could move fast enough to stop the videotape, she grabbed a heavy stone figure and threw it at the TV. The glass exploded, sending fitful sparks flying.
Blessed silence reigned as everyone tried to comprehend what he or she had seen.
"Oh, god, oh god," Cinnamon kept crying seeing the image still in her mind.
No one was safe from the horror they had just witnessed.
"He has to die," Marron said in a daze. "Mama, I have to kill him. You do understand, don't you?"
He went to the locked gun cabinet and, with a jerk, broke it open and took out a rifle and a handgun. Tira and Chocolate silently joined him. Their eyes were wide and dazed also, as they each picked up a gun and started searching for shells, growing more frustrated when their search proved futile. Drawers crashed onto the floor, spilling their contents, but no bullets were to be found. Then providence, or perhaps the cruel face of vengeance, seemed to smile upon them as their eyes lit upon a beautifully worked, and menacingly sharp, silver letter opener. There was a brief tussle before Marron won the battle and seized the normally harmless weapon. Tira and Chocolate whirled around and searched thought a nearby cabinet, and smiled viciously at the serrated hunting knives they found therein. All three headed for the door on a simple mission: find Onion, skin Onion, kill Onion, get Carrot, hurt everybody that hurt Carrot.
Stella and Cinnamon came out of their mental petrifacation when they saw their children heading out the doors with knives and a countenances that screamed for blood, Onion's blood. They ran and quickly stopped them.
"Get out of my way Mama," Marron said in a eerily calm manner. The letter opened gripped in one tense hand.
"Marron, stop and think for a minute. They'll take you away and you'll never get to see your brother," Stella said softly, hoping to reach the boy shaking with barely suppressed wrath. Cinnamon attempted to reason with her own offspring. Stella signaled Gateau to come up and restrain him.
Unadulterated fury burned through Marron's body. He couldn't suppress the horrified shaking that had started upon seeing that damned tape and knowing what his brother had been forced to live through all these. He needed blood: Onion's blood coating his hands. He needed to feel Onion screaming beneath him and writhing in pain as he plunged the knife into him over, and over and over again. Distantly he could hear Mama calling him, telling him that there was a better way to exact revenge. And he listened, snarling, because he wanted Onion to suffer, to suffer and know why.
After Cinnamon had finished they all had bloodthirsty smiles on their faces. Onion was going down.
END FLASHBACK
Carrot stood in his bathroom getting dressed. Relief filled him with the knowledge that his father wasn't going to be making any demands on him tonight since he had left for an unexpected business conference. He opened the door and stopped abruptly at the sight of his stepbrother laying across his bed.
He flushed in fury as he snarled, "What are you doing in my room. I thought I told you not to come in here again ever again. Now get out!"
Zaha gracefully got off the bed and paced towards the smaller boy in a way reminiscent of a stalking tiger. Eyes burning with unsettling heat, he backed Carrot against the wall. He leaned in with his lips a bare inch away and breathed, "What are you going to do about it, call daddy?" Without waiting, or allowing, for a response, he crushed the boy against him, delighting in the squirming body. Finally, Carrot managed to break away. He shoved the surprised Zaha away and wiped his lips in disgust.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? I keep telling you that I don't want you. Just leave me alone," he cried backing away. The older boy advanced and then pounced. He rode the smaller boy down onto the bed.
"Don't do this to me," he begged before Zaha seized his lips and started humping against him. Tears trailed silently down his face as he struggled against the heavier form. His body shook with sobs as Zaha, with an arrested look upon his face, slowly sat up.
"I don't get you," he said coldly, flinching inwardly at the tears on the boy's face, "You've been fucking your father for years and you complain about me? At least I'm not your father…" He faltered to a stop at the sudden fury burning in the wide eyes. Carrot, growling inhumanely, attacked him. The ferocity of the attack forced him to defend himself as he grabbed the furious boy and restrained him.
"Don't touch me," Carrot shouted angrily. "Get out of here! Get out! Get out! Get out!"
"Okay, I'm going." Zaha raised his hands and slowly backed away from the enraged boy. He opened the door and, as he was stepping through, he sneered, "Daddy's little fuck-toy." The pale, haunted look on Carrot's face drove a spike of nausea into his stomach.
He rested his forehead against the door, listening to the muffled sobs from the boy. He wondered why he always tried to hurt him when he only wanted the boy's love and affection.
He was really starting to dislike his stepfather.