Alright, I'm going to take a shot at writing. This is a story I had in mind for... quite some time now. This is my first ever fanfic I've written since high school, and well, I am a bit nervous. But, I decided I may as well try.
I hope you enjoy "Beneath the Surface."
To those that wanted to read; @Flaze; @Midorikawa;
New Note: Please post only criticisms regarding the story, anything you feel is good or bad with the structure of the chapter(s).
WARNING: This story is rated Mature for blood, violence, alcoholic and sexual references, as well as disturbing detail. You have been warned.
Chapter One
The sound of crying and yelling could be heard downstairs. A man was yelling at his wife for not greeting him the way he wanted after a long day working out at Iron Island. The wife was trying to apologize, but was smacked hard, audible to their son. He was sitting upstairs in his room, in the fetal position on his bed.
Tears streaked down his face, as he tucked his face deeper into his feeble attempt to escape the noise of his father's rage again. How many times, he could not count off the top of his head.
"Why... why live like this?" The boy asked himself quietly. He looked out the window, as rain showered Canalave City. He could see random people trying to escape from the terrible weather. He was envious. He too wanted to escape from his terrible lifestyle. But sadly, he could not.
"Adam Bysmal! Get down here now!" His father yelled at the top of his lungs. This made Adam jump with a fright. But, as usual, he unwound himself and slowly made his way down the stairs. He could see his mother, battered again. She looked at Adam, tears pouring out of her deep blue eyes while blood seeped from her mouth.
Her tangled, messy black hair looked like it was tugged and pulled, as it usually was the second his father was unhappy. He looked at his father, trying not to cry. But, his father knew he had been doing so as he always does.
"Get over here. Now." His father grumbled at his shaking son, who made his way without hesitation. Adam stepped across from him and his mother. Adam was shaking even more, being so close to his destructive father.
"P-Please... don't hu-" "BE QUIET!" This time, Adam's father punched her square in the mouth. She fell back, hitting a lamp and landed hard on the floor. The lamp's light bulb shattered, as did Adam's hopes of avoiding any conflict.
Adam stepped forward, shaking in fear. He had occasionally been beaten himself by his father. However, tonight was different. “Adam... did your mother leave the house today?”
Adam responded weakly with, “N-No... she was helping me study...” “Good. Now, go to your room. Your mother and I need some privacy.”
Adam turned away, and made his way up the stairs, but not before looking back at his mother. She was being caressed and grabbed, smiling weakly while feeling some sort of affection from her violent husband.
It was the morning after Adam's father made his own wife a plaything, and his personal punching bag. Adam had cried himself to sleep that night, as he would whenever his father came back from his training, or wherever he went.
Adam got out of bed, and descended the stairs, where his mother lay sprawled on the couch. There were liquor bottles on the floor next to her. With a sigh, Adam picked up the bottles and threw them away. Obviously, she had tried to wash the memories away again after his father left.
Adam looked down at his broken mother. He could still remember the day his father found her with another man. She was actually talking to a friend about a therapist, but Adam's father saw her, and greeted her with utter rage. What she was talking about with her friend... Adam still didn't know. All that was known was that she had changed, ever so slightly.
She smiled more. It was unsettling, seeing her smile after his father would beat and force her into submission. Sometimes, he could hear her not only cry, but giggle quietly in her room. The room was next to Adam's, and he could hear that, as well as his parents having sex. But Adam did his best to contain his composure, regardless of his circumstance. As Adam got dressed in his room, putting on a deep blue t-shirt with a black, button-up shirt, he thought about what to do on his day free from studies. He decided to go out for a walk. to smell the salty air that refreshed his senses.
He closed the door as quietly as he could behind him, then made his way to the docks. The bench he sat in was his little oasis. The sound of the sea and random Wingull calmed his spirits. Random water Pokemon swam into view. Some Wailmer, a Tentacruel and a school of Luvdisc were some of the local Pokemon that caught Adam's eye. He rose from his seat and took a step closer, to look at his reflection.
His once short, black hair gotten a bit longer. His skin a pasty white was clearly visible on the dark water. He was staring deeply into his gray eyes. The sad, empty gray eyes he had gotten used to looking at every time he would dwell on his circumstances. That's when something snapped him from his contemplation.
A pair of beautiful, yet... very creepy looking eyes formed where his reflection's eyes once wavered in the water's surface.
I hope you enjoy "Beneath the Surface."
To those that wanted to read; @Flaze; @Midorikawa;
New Note: Please post only criticisms regarding the story, anything you feel is good or bad with the structure of the chapter(s).
WARNING: This story is rated Mature for blood, violence, alcoholic and sexual references, as well as disturbing detail. You have been warned.
Chapter One
The sound of crying and yelling could be heard downstairs. A man was yelling at his wife for not greeting him the way he wanted after a long day working out at Iron Island. The wife was trying to apologize, but was smacked hard, audible to their son. He was sitting upstairs in his room, in the fetal position on his bed.
Tears streaked down his face, as he tucked his face deeper into his feeble attempt to escape the noise of his father's rage again. How many times, he could not count off the top of his head.
"Why... why live like this?" The boy asked himself quietly. He looked out the window, as rain showered Canalave City. He could see random people trying to escape from the terrible weather. He was envious. He too wanted to escape from his terrible lifestyle. But sadly, he could not.
"Adam Bysmal! Get down here now!" His father yelled at the top of his lungs. This made Adam jump with a fright. But, as usual, he unwound himself and slowly made his way down the stairs. He could see his mother, battered again. She looked at Adam, tears pouring out of her deep blue eyes while blood seeped from her mouth.
Her tangled, messy black hair looked like it was tugged and pulled, as it usually was the second his father was unhappy. He looked at his father, trying not to cry. But, his father knew he had been doing so as he always does.
"Get over here. Now." His father grumbled at his shaking son, who made his way without hesitation. Adam stepped across from him and his mother. Adam was shaking even more, being so close to his destructive father.
"P-Please... don't hu-" "BE QUIET!" This time, Adam's father punched her square in the mouth. She fell back, hitting a lamp and landed hard on the floor. The lamp's light bulb shattered, as did Adam's hopes of avoiding any conflict.
Adam stepped forward, shaking in fear. He had occasionally been beaten himself by his father. However, tonight was different. “Adam... did your mother leave the house today?”
Adam responded weakly with, “N-No... she was helping me study...” “Good. Now, go to your room. Your mother and I need some privacy.”
Adam turned away, and made his way up the stairs, but not before looking back at his mother. She was being caressed and grabbed, smiling weakly while feeling some sort of affection from her violent husband.
It was the morning after Adam's father made his own wife a plaything, and his personal punching bag. Adam had cried himself to sleep that night, as he would whenever his father came back from his training, or wherever he went.
Adam got out of bed, and descended the stairs, where his mother lay sprawled on the couch. There were liquor bottles on the floor next to her. With a sigh, Adam picked up the bottles and threw them away. Obviously, she had tried to wash the memories away again after his father left.
Adam looked down at his broken mother. He could still remember the day his father found her with another man. She was actually talking to a friend about a therapist, but Adam's father saw her, and greeted her with utter rage. What she was talking about with her friend... Adam still didn't know. All that was known was that she had changed, ever so slightly.
She smiled more. It was unsettling, seeing her smile after his father would beat and force her into submission. Sometimes, he could hear her not only cry, but giggle quietly in her room. The room was next to Adam's, and he could hear that, as well as his parents having sex. But Adam did his best to contain his composure, regardless of his circumstance. As Adam got dressed in his room, putting on a deep blue t-shirt with a black, button-up shirt, he thought about what to do on his day free from studies. He decided to go out for a walk. to smell the salty air that refreshed his senses.
He closed the door as quietly as he could behind him, then made his way to the docks. The bench he sat in was his little oasis. The sound of the sea and random Wingull calmed his spirits. Random water Pokemon swam into view. Some Wailmer, a Tentacruel and a school of Luvdisc were some of the local Pokemon that caught Adam's eye. He rose from his seat and took a step closer, to look at his reflection.
His once short, black hair gotten a bit longer. His skin a pasty white was clearly visible on the dark water. He was staring deeply into his gray eyes. The sad, empty gray eyes he had gotten used to looking at every time he would dwell on his circumstances. That's when something snapped him from his contemplation.
A pair of beautiful, yet... very creepy looking eyes formed where his reflection's eyes once wavered in the water's surface.
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