Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Wounds ❯ A Cabin in the Woods ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: EikoOmoi 
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.01.2001 | Updated On: 01.12.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 367 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.01.2001 | Updated On: 01.12.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 367 | Status: Completed
Author's Notes: Well, well...welcome...bonjour...hello. :D I'm glad you've decided that my story is...worthy of at least glimpsing at. I didn't really like the way my other one was going, so I decided to post this one up instead and hope that it gets some good reviews. The only thing I'll say is that it's darker than most of the other things I've written...and chop full of spoilers. Watch out, and proceed at your own risk...unless of course you know all the spoilers.
The NC-17 rating will not apply until later. And that will probably be for some yaoi/lemon I plan on describing. I plan on going in depth with hopefully you'll find...some interesting backgrounds for the dragonslayers. Of course, none of this is possible...but hey...what if? Though, Viole's past will not make an appearance at all...and this is mainly because I wrote all about it in A Country's Hope. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! :D
Not so far from Palas in Asturia, Gaea...there was a small cottage. It was nothing fancy or lavish, just a quiet cabin surrounded by woodland and a cozy garden of roses to the side. A pile of firewood was stacked next to the wooden steps and an ax was wedged within the tree stump nearby. Windows were covered by frilly, cyan curtains, masking out the view of the inner walls. Before the door lay a mat which conveyed the message 'welcome' to anyone who happened to wipe their feet across it. This was the warm and natural outside of the Templeton home, bedecked with several things to hide the inside to anyone who even cared. Truth be told, terrible things lay within that neatly wrapped package...terrible things indeed.
Upstairs, in the tiniest room in the house, a petite framed bed served as the resting place for a young, three year old boy. The blond was nestled away under the thick blanketing, but he wasn't asleep. He couldn't sleep. Not with all the noise that was going on in other parts of the house. His parents were arguing, which wasn't exactly anything new. Sometimes his father got angry when it was night time and his mother told him it was nothing to worry about, that he should just stay quiet in his room and let grown-ups handle everything. The boy sighed, flinching as the yelling became louder and he brought his bed-buddy, a worn out teddy bear who was missing the right button eye from vigorous play, over one ear. The other was pressed against the pillow, though this only offered temporary relief. A defeated sigh escaped the child's lips and he sat upright quickly, tossing aside the covers. That stuffed animal was turned to face him at that point.
"Okay, Jitters, we're going to see what's going on with mommy downstairs, okay?" He received an imaginary response and then nodded. "We gotta be real quiet. Mommy doesn't want us out of here this late..."
The lad curled the minuscule fingers around Jitters's wrist, and then spun around on his bottom. Bare feet dangled over the side and they were slowly lowered, so as to not make a sound. Quietly, he tiptoed to the closed door, lifting the free hand to the knob. There was a pause as the two listened in for a moment to the incoherent yelling, and then the boy turned to his inanimate friend, reminding him once more to be silent by placing a finger against his own lips. Once he was certain Jitters would obey, the door was then opened and the two slipped out into the dimly lit hall.
The three year old eased to the stairway's bannister and lowered himself to his knees. Wide crystal blue's darted over the two adult figures. His dark-haired father staggered restlessly back and forth while the fair-haired mother was trying to soothe the man's temper. It was apparent that the majority of the child's features came from his maternal side. However, this lad sat as still as a board, afraid to move even one inch. He was disobeying the rules as it was, he didn't want to get in trouble, but apparently he had arrived in time for a new bout of argument.
"Is it too much to ask for a nice, hot meal when I get home from choppin' the wood?! It's bad enough I had to marry a whore of a wife. The least you could do for me is make a decent meal!" The man glared in the direction of his significant other, only to bring a fist down angrily on a platter. That, of course, upset it.
The woman winced as she heard the clatter and then shook her head softly, lifting one hand in her husband's direction, "Zaccheus...please! Please try to keep it down...Chesta's upstairs. He's trying to sleep."
"Chesta..." Zaccheus seemed to consider it for a moment, but then sneered. "You mean...that bastard son of yours? I bet he ain't even mine! What with you fucking around each night...maybe you should find a job in Asturia as a hooker. You'd sure ring in a pretty penny..."
"None of that's true!" The woman shook her head defensively. "You know it's not."
"Oh yeah...? Then how come every time I've been wanting to 'make love' to my wife...you're always too busy or tired to give in...?" Zaccheus took a step forward, watching as she backed away. He narrowed his eyes, and then grabbed her against him, forcing his lips onto her own. The boy's mother seemed uncomfortable and she rebuffed him slightly which caused the man to tighten his grip. "Valeria, what's going on with us? You're my wife. I love you...don't you love me anymore...?"
"Zaccheus...you're hurting me..."
He seemed to ignore those words and fingers dug deeper into her arm, "Valeria...tell me that you love me. Say we can be a family again. It's all up to you...so long as you let me back into you're..." Zaccheus began to let his hands roam down her body, pausing at her breast as a smirk rose into his lips. "...life...everything can be the same."
"Zaccheus...I..." Valeria shuddered at the placement of the hand, before she shook her head. With a sudden ounce of courage, she tugged those fingers free from their grip. "I don't want it to be like this anymore. When you go out and get drunk...it's not healthy for anyone, especially Chesta. Our son...our growing boy can't live in this type of environment anymore, don't you see? It's not good for a young child."
The man raised a brow, but then narrowed his eyes, "I should have figured you'd say something like that. You're nothing but a stupid...worthless...bitch!"
With those ending words, Zaccheus thrust Valeria to the ground. She hit the wooden floor roughly and the side of her head connected with one of the logs beside the fireplace. Chesta let out a meek gasp from his spot, rabbit-eyed fright became apparent within the baby blue's. Such an innocent gaze flickered and quivered as everything was taken in, and those eyes landed on Valeria's fallen form, her shoulders heaved with painful sobs. Zaccheus snarled, storming out of the house and yelling something about never coming back. The shouts ended in a door slam, leaving Valeria all alone on the floorboards. A twitching hand raised to the side of that flaxen head of hair, touching the fresh gash that lay somewhere beneath the curls.
Chesta back up, gnawing on his lower lip. He exchanged looks with Jitters, before he gulped down some air and began his descent down the stairs. The bear was pretty much dragged over each step, tumbling and twisting beneath his 'friend's' grip. Those uncovered feet landed on the cold floor and toes curled for a moment as Chesta contemplated how to approach.
"Mommy...?" His voice began hesitantly.
Valeria's eyes widened considerably as she slowly turned to face her son, "Chesta, sweety, what are you doing up...?"
"I...um...me and Jitters heard the yelling. I know it was bad, but I had to see what was going on. Are you okay, mommy?" Those baby blue's were full of concern.
"Yes, baby, I'm fine....you know you're father didn't mean anything. It was all an accident. Sometimes, he just gets upset after work. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow...you'll see..." Valeria reached forward, gathering her son in her arms and holding him tightly. "I'm sorry you had to see that. You're father really is a wonderful man..."
"Daddy said he wasn't coming back, though...he said so when he went outside..." Chesta winced some at the crushing hug.
"Your father says lots of things he doesn't mean. He loves us. He loves you, Chesta...he'll come back..."
"I don't like it very much when he's mad like that..."
"Shh...trust me, honey, me neither....maybe you should get yourself a nice, cold glass of water. And I'll tuck you and Jitters in so you can get a goodnight's sleep."
"But, mommy..."
"Please, Chesta, do it for mommy. You don't want to make me upset, do you?"
"Well...no..." Chesta admitted.
"I'll be fine, baby...don't worry. Everything will be fine..." Valeria gave Chesta another hug, laying her chin atop her son's head. "It will, you'll see. Once we all move to the city...everything will be perfect..."
The NC-17 rating will not apply until later. And that will probably be for some yaoi/lemon I plan on describing. I plan on going in depth with hopefully you'll find...some interesting backgrounds for the dragonslayers. Of course, none of this is possible...but hey...what if? Though, Viole's past will not make an appearance at all...and this is mainly because I wrote all about it in A Country's Hope. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! :D
Not so far from Palas in Asturia, Gaea...there was a small cottage. It was nothing fancy or lavish, just a quiet cabin surrounded by woodland and a cozy garden of roses to the side. A pile of firewood was stacked next to the wooden steps and an ax was wedged within the tree stump nearby. Windows were covered by frilly, cyan curtains, masking out the view of the inner walls. Before the door lay a mat which conveyed the message 'welcome' to anyone who happened to wipe their feet across it. This was the warm and natural outside of the Templeton home, bedecked with several things to hide the inside to anyone who even cared. Truth be told, terrible things lay within that neatly wrapped package...terrible things indeed.
Upstairs, in the tiniest room in the house, a petite framed bed served as the resting place for a young, three year old boy. The blond was nestled away under the thick blanketing, but he wasn't asleep. He couldn't sleep. Not with all the noise that was going on in other parts of the house. His parents were arguing, which wasn't exactly anything new. Sometimes his father got angry when it was night time and his mother told him it was nothing to worry about, that he should just stay quiet in his room and let grown-ups handle everything. The boy sighed, flinching as the yelling became louder and he brought his bed-buddy, a worn out teddy bear who was missing the right button eye from vigorous play, over one ear. The other was pressed against the pillow, though this only offered temporary relief. A defeated sigh escaped the child's lips and he sat upright quickly, tossing aside the covers. That stuffed animal was turned to face him at that point.
"Okay, Jitters, we're going to see what's going on with mommy downstairs, okay?" He received an imaginary response and then nodded. "We gotta be real quiet. Mommy doesn't want us out of here this late..."
The lad curled the minuscule fingers around Jitters's wrist, and then spun around on his bottom. Bare feet dangled over the side and they were slowly lowered, so as to not make a sound. Quietly, he tiptoed to the closed door, lifting the free hand to the knob. There was a pause as the two listened in for a moment to the incoherent yelling, and then the boy turned to his inanimate friend, reminding him once more to be silent by placing a finger against his own lips. Once he was certain Jitters would obey, the door was then opened and the two slipped out into the dimly lit hall.
The three year old eased to the stairway's bannister and lowered himself to his knees. Wide crystal blue's darted over the two adult figures. His dark-haired father staggered restlessly back and forth while the fair-haired mother was trying to soothe the man's temper. It was apparent that the majority of the child's features came from his maternal side. However, this lad sat as still as a board, afraid to move even one inch. He was disobeying the rules as it was, he didn't want to get in trouble, but apparently he had arrived in time for a new bout of argument.
"Is it too much to ask for a nice, hot meal when I get home from choppin' the wood?! It's bad enough I had to marry a whore of a wife. The least you could do for me is make a decent meal!" The man glared in the direction of his significant other, only to bring a fist down angrily on a platter. That, of course, upset it.
The woman winced as she heard the clatter and then shook her head softly, lifting one hand in her husband's direction, "Zaccheus...please! Please try to keep it down...Chesta's upstairs. He's trying to sleep."
"Chesta..." Zaccheus seemed to consider it for a moment, but then sneered. "You mean...that bastard son of yours? I bet he ain't even mine! What with you fucking around each night...maybe you should find a job in Asturia as a hooker. You'd sure ring in a pretty penny..."
"None of that's true!" The woman shook her head defensively. "You know it's not."
"Oh yeah...? Then how come every time I've been wanting to 'make love' to my wife...you're always too busy or tired to give in...?" Zaccheus took a step forward, watching as she backed away. He narrowed his eyes, and then grabbed her against him, forcing his lips onto her own. The boy's mother seemed uncomfortable and she rebuffed him slightly which caused the man to tighten his grip. "Valeria, what's going on with us? You're my wife. I love you...don't you love me anymore...?"
"Zaccheus...you're hurting me..."
He seemed to ignore those words and fingers dug deeper into her arm, "Valeria...tell me that you love me. Say we can be a family again. It's all up to you...so long as you let me back into you're..." Zaccheus began to let his hands roam down her body, pausing at her breast as a smirk rose into his lips. "...life...everything can be the same."
"Zaccheus...I..." Valeria shuddered at the placement of the hand, before she shook her head. With a sudden ounce of courage, she tugged those fingers free from their grip. "I don't want it to be like this anymore. When you go out and get drunk...it's not healthy for anyone, especially Chesta. Our son...our growing boy can't live in this type of environment anymore, don't you see? It's not good for a young child."
The man raised a brow, but then narrowed his eyes, "I should have figured you'd say something like that. You're nothing but a stupid...worthless...bitch!"
With those ending words, Zaccheus thrust Valeria to the ground. She hit the wooden floor roughly and the side of her head connected with one of the logs beside the fireplace. Chesta let out a meek gasp from his spot, rabbit-eyed fright became apparent within the baby blue's. Such an innocent gaze flickered and quivered as everything was taken in, and those eyes landed on Valeria's fallen form, her shoulders heaved with painful sobs. Zaccheus snarled, storming out of the house and yelling something about never coming back. The shouts ended in a door slam, leaving Valeria all alone on the floorboards. A twitching hand raised to the side of that flaxen head of hair, touching the fresh gash that lay somewhere beneath the curls.
Chesta back up, gnawing on his lower lip. He exchanged looks with Jitters, before he gulped down some air and began his descent down the stairs. The bear was pretty much dragged over each step, tumbling and twisting beneath his 'friend's' grip. Those uncovered feet landed on the cold floor and toes curled for a moment as Chesta contemplated how to approach.
"Mommy...?" His voice began hesitantly.
Valeria's eyes widened considerably as she slowly turned to face her son, "Chesta, sweety, what are you doing up...?"
"I...um...me and Jitters heard the yelling. I know it was bad, but I had to see what was going on. Are you okay, mommy?" Those baby blue's were full of concern.
"Yes, baby, I'm fine....you know you're father didn't mean anything. It was all an accident. Sometimes, he just gets upset after work. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow...you'll see..." Valeria reached forward, gathering her son in her arms and holding him tightly. "I'm sorry you had to see that. You're father really is a wonderful man..."
"Daddy said he wasn't coming back, though...he said so when he went outside..." Chesta winced some at the crushing hug.
"Your father says lots of things he doesn't mean. He loves us. He loves you, Chesta...he'll come back..."
"I don't like it very much when he's mad like that..."
"Shh...trust me, honey, me neither....maybe you should get yourself a nice, cold glass of water. And I'll tuck you and Jitters in so you can get a goodnight's sleep."
"But, mommy..."
"Please, Chesta, do it for mommy. You don't want to make me upset, do you?"
"Well...no..." Chesta admitted.
"I'll be fine, baby...don't worry. Everything will be fine..." Valeria gave Chesta another hug, laying her chin atop her son's head. "It will, you'll see. Once we all move to the city...everything will be perfect..."