Post by Grawn on Nov 4, 2009 4:26:43 GMT -5
Song: Das Tier in Mir - E Nomine (German)
*Viewer discretion is advised. Below contains child abuse and morbid thoughts and display of death*
Nar Shadda wasnt the ideal place to be raised by most respectful members of galactic society. It was the breeding place of villiany among other things and those who grew up there were rarely of anything contributing to the common good. However when your destined to be something less respectful then what is standard, it means little.
Raziel Laud was a bulky man, with a scar from his right eye to his right ear. His arms were thick and muscles bulged underneath them as he stood watching his supposed "prodigy" with brown, narrowed eyes. Arc looked nothing like his father in every aspect. The boy who was only 15 years of age was just a year or so from becoming taller then his father and had hair blacker then the alleys on the planet. What Raziel hated most about the kid, his kid, was those damn eyes. He was laughed at at the cantinas for having the "mutant" kid with red eyes.
Doctors couldnt explain it or thats what his wife had told him. He had been on a mission when his son was born, leaving Susan to take care of the paperwork and the techinical matters. Raziel now could only wonder if the wench had been with another man, for the mane of brown hair he had and the red his mother had gave a strong possibility of this.
Damn Gorvic for making him do this. He could hardly stand the little bastard, let alone have to TRAIN him. The Hutt had made it quite clear the little gnat would replace him and his wife when the time had come, a idea Raziel hardly cared for. The runt had ruined his life in many ways. Susan wasn't only his wife but his partner in bounty hunting and bounty success had gone down the stool when Arc came into their lives. The woman took care of him, leaving Raziel to hunt without the tactic of surprise of a partner.
The burly man unfolded his arms and approached his son. The boy had been practicing his shooting with one of his mothers slugthrower pistols. The silver metal glinted in the light as the narrow red eyed boy with black hair tied back in a pony tail to avoid sight hinderance did a double tap. Two to the chest, one to the head. The target paper that depicted a full sized adult had several holes in it, all of them being relatively on the hear or chest. Then Raziel saw it.
A hole to the far right of the head, a clear miss. The man's hand came swiftly and smacked the surprised child upside the head roughly.
"You missed you idiot!" Raziel growled, grabbing the boy behind the neck with his hand and pointing at the hole with his free hand. "Worthless! Your mother may have taught you to maintain it but you sure as hell cant fire it straight!" The boy didnt look at him the entire time and this only served to further enrage Raziel who only wanted to beat him for the slightest mistake. His hand still around the back of Arc's neck, he turned to face him just in time for the fifteen year old to catch his fist. He fell to the floor and only stared up at his father, the cheek where the fist connected starting to turn red.
"I'll be damned if your my son, you little bastard. Get up like a man! I wont have mistakes! Your mother may coddle you, but shes not here, your all mine!" he roared further as the boy got up stiffly.
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His jaw was numb for several hours as he went back to firing on the dummy. His father left and promised a beating if he found another stray shot, leaving him to continue training. Arc stared emotionlessly, his mind clear as he concentrated on the head of the paper sheet. When he concentrated hard enough, the fifteen year old could imagine Raziel as the dummy and thats when he refused to miss a shot.
How he hated that man. Most children learned to love their parents unconditionally but that was never the case with him. Arc hated his father with a passion but knew he could never beat him. His eyes down the barrel, the lad fired off a few more rounds then the click of a empty clip rang in the empty room, the boy by reflex quickly grabbing one from his belt and ejecting the old, slapping in the new one as the old one hit the floor with a ching of metal. He knew this gun like he knew the back of his hand. He always liked Integra, the name his mother had christened the pistol, for the faster firing capability. The rounds couldnt pierce armor as well as Onyx, the brother of Integra that his mother had given to him on his 5th birthday though but sometimes speed overcame power.
Lowering the pistol after firing two rounds, Arc surveyed all his shots. All of them were on the body, either the head or chest, though there were a stray shot on the leg or arm. These were fine by his fathers standard but if the boy missed at all, he usually found himself on the floor. Arc turned his head to the open window to his right, the gentle breeze that came through catching his attention. Placing the pistol on the nearby table, he walked over to the window and placed his hands on the sill, looking out into the Nar Shadda night. The sky was black as always, very little stars poking through.
He didnt often get to leave the building. The only time he did was when his father decided to take him on a mission with him, much to Arc's dismay. The child placed his hand on the cheek which his father had punched, rubbing it slightly in an attempt to ease the pain. It did little other then make him feel better. His thoughts drifted to one of the times Raziel had brought Arc with him on one of his missions. He recalled him and his father standing before the cage where he kept bounties until they could be returned to Gorvic.
"Arc". He remember his father telling him. "When a person becomes a mark, they cease to be a person. They are nothing more then your meal ticket." The mark in the cage, a man that had owed a bit of money to Gorvic's men for gambling was appaled at this statement.
"Your a monster, bounty hunter. You would tell a boy things such as that! Your a sick bastard!" The only reply the man got was Raziel taking his blaster from his side and firing at his face. The flesh evaporated along with the eyes and left only a blackened skull surronded by burnt flesh. The smell was disgusting but Raziel only placed the blaster back on his side. "He was worth more alive then dead. Hmph. Guess it means you dont eat." Arc said nothing to this as his father left to go back to the cockpit, leaving the boy to look upon the morbid corpse.
Arc withdrew from his flashback and stared emptily at the sky. All he could do was survive, there was no other option. As Arc began to turn back to go take down the paper target to replace it, a sharp whistle came from the street below. The boy returned to the window to see a cloaked man looking up at him. "You are Arc Laud?" the figure asked.
"Yes. Whats your business." the youth replied emotionlessly. Probably some begger.
"I am a messenger sent to give this to you." came the man's reply and withdrew from his cloak a holodisk. The boy leaned out the window and opened his hand. He could tell the man was unsure of this course of action but saw little else choice as he threw it to Arc. He caught it with ease and was about to ask further questions, but saw the man had disappeared.
Holding the holodisk in his hand, he brought it up to the light and examined it. It didnt have any detonation wire so the chance of a bomb was low. The boy took the disk to the desk his pistol sat on and opened up a drawer underneath it, revealing a holo-reader. Taking the device, he slipped the disk in and played the message, placing it on the table next to Integra. It started up as the boy crossed his arms, but braced himself incase it proved to detonate.
A field of blue appeared above the eye of the reader and the image of what appeared to be a Hutt came into view.
"Arc Laud." the Hutt spoke, the young boy knowing Huttese along with a number of other languages. "I am Gorvic, your parents employer. I have come to you with a proposition. Your parents have been faithful hunters to be, bringing in many who owe me things but they are starting to waiver. There starting to fail at what they once succeeded at and despite your father claiming it was your fault, i am no fool."
The hate in Arc boiled a bit and his right hand balled into a tight fist against his chest.
"I have seen you with your father. I have heard things from your mother. You have a promising future as a bounty hunter. And i am also aware of your hatred for both of them. I give you the chance to do what i know you want to do. In the years coming, i ask that you train. Train as hard as you can, be better then both of your parents ever were. If you can prove your worth in five years, i will hire you."
Arc watched the hologram pause for a moment and with that pause, so came the pause in Arc's breathing.
"And...your first mission will be your parents. A second messenger will come to you in a few days prior to his one asking for your reply. I do hope you dont disappoint me, Mr. Laud."
The hologram stopped projecting and felt Arc in silence. His mind slowly calculated all that he had just been told. This was a delightful turn of events. And all he had to do was survive. Survive five more years under Raziel. Five years that would seem like eternity but would eventually lead to the greatest day in his life. The day Arc would put a round in his parents head and ending any link he had to them.
In his mind, they were already dead. The details just needing to be filled out. Arc pressed the button that would record his voice on the holo-reader.
"Gorvic, you have a deal." Arc said and turned off the reader, removing the chip and stowing it in his desk. Arc once again picked up Integra and walked to the range, holding the pistol up with both hands and straightening his sights.
Five years.
Bang. A round pierced the paper of where the head of the man would have been.
A small grin came to the boys pale features as his red eyes concentrated on Raziel. The man had a stunned look on his face as he stood still.
Bang. The round pierced the chest of the paper man.
Bang. Susan's eyes were wide as the paper man took another hit to the chest.
He would be better. He would surpass them both in everyway. Raziel would teach him and Arc would improve, eventually, the boy would require nothing of him. He had already taught him apathy, for he never felt bad for what he did. Everyone were tools for him to complete his missions and goals.
Even his parents.
Bang.
*Viewer discretion is advised. Below contains child abuse and morbid thoughts and display of death*
Nar Shadda wasnt the ideal place to be raised by most respectful members of galactic society. It was the breeding place of villiany among other things and those who grew up there were rarely of anything contributing to the common good. However when your destined to be something less respectful then what is standard, it means little.
Raziel Laud was a bulky man, with a scar from his right eye to his right ear. His arms were thick and muscles bulged underneath them as he stood watching his supposed "prodigy" with brown, narrowed eyes. Arc looked nothing like his father in every aspect. The boy who was only 15 years of age was just a year or so from becoming taller then his father and had hair blacker then the alleys on the planet. What Raziel hated most about the kid, his kid, was those damn eyes. He was laughed at at the cantinas for having the "mutant" kid with red eyes.
Doctors couldnt explain it or thats what his wife had told him. He had been on a mission when his son was born, leaving Susan to take care of the paperwork and the techinical matters. Raziel now could only wonder if the wench had been with another man, for the mane of brown hair he had and the red his mother had gave a strong possibility of this.
Damn Gorvic for making him do this. He could hardly stand the little bastard, let alone have to TRAIN him. The Hutt had made it quite clear the little gnat would replace him and his wife when the time had come, a idea Raziel hardly cared for. The runt had ruined his life in many ways. Susan wasn't only his wife but his partner in bounty hunting and bounty success had gone down the stool when Arc came into their lives. The woman took care of him, leaving Raziel to hunt without the tactic of surprise of a partner.
The burly man unfolded his arms and approached his son. The boy had been practicing his shooting with one of his mothers slugthrower pistols. The silver metal glinted in the light as the narrow red eyed boy with black hair tied back in a pony tail to avoid sight hinderance did a double tap. Two to the chest, one to the head. The target paper that depicted a full sized adult had several holes in it, all of them being relatively on the hear or chest. Then Raziel saw it.
A hole to the far right of the head, a clear miss. The man's hand came swiftly and smacked the surprised child upside the head roughly.
"You missed you idiot!" Raziel growled, grabbing the boy behind the neck with his hand and pointing at the hole with his free hand. "Worthless! Your mother may have taught you to maintain it but you sure as hell cant fire it straight!" The boy didnt look at him the entire time and this only served to further enrage Raziel who only wanted to beat him for the slightest mistake. His hand still around the back of Arc's neck, he turned to face him just in time for the fifteen year old to catch his fist. He fell to the floor and only stared up at his father, the cheek where the fist connected starting to turn red.
"I'll be damned if your my son, you little bastard. Get up like a man! I wont have mistakes! Your mother may coddle you, but shes not here, your all mine!" he roared further as the boy got up stiffly.
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His jaw was numb for several hours as he went back to firing on the dummy. His father left and promised a beating if he found another stray shot, leaving him to continue training. Arc stared emotionlessly, his mind clear as he concentrated on the head of the paper sheet. When he concentrated hard enough, the fifteen year old could imagine Raziel as the dummy and thats when he refused to miss a shot.
How he hated that man. Most children learned to love their parents unconditionally but that was never the case with him. Arc hated his father with a passion but knew he could never beat him. His eyes down the barrel, the lad fired off a few more rounds then the click of a empty clip rang in the empty room, the boy by reflex quickly grabbing one from his belt and ejecting the old, slapping in the new one as the old one hit the floor with a ching of metal. He knew this gun like he knew the back of his hand. He always liked Integra, the name his mother had christened the pistol, for the faster firing capability. The rounds couldnt pierce armor as well as Onyx, the brother of Integra that his mother had given to him on his 5th birthday though but sometimes speed overcame power.
Lowering the pistol after firing two rounds, Arc surveyed all his shots. All of them were on the body, either the head or chest, though there were a stray shot on the leg or arm. These were fine by his fathers standard but if the boy missed at all, he usually found himself on the floor. Arc turned his head to the open window to his right, the gentle breeze that came through catching his attention. Placing the pistol on the nearby table, he walked over to the window and placed his hands on the sill, looking out into the Nar Shadda night. The sky was black as always, very little stars poking through.
He didnt often get to leave the building. The only time he did was when his father decided to take him on a mission with him, much to Arc's dismay. The child placed his hand on the cheek which his father had punched, rubbing it slightly in an attempt to ease the pain. It did little other then make him feel better. His thoughts drifted to one of the times Raziel had brought Arc with him on one of his missions. He recalled him and his father standing before the cage where he kept bounties until they could be returned to Gorvic.
"Arc". He remember his father telling him. "When a person becomes a mark, they cease to be a person. They are nothing more then your meal ticket." The mark in the cage, a man that had owed a bit of money to Gorvic's men for gambling was appaled at this statement.
"Your a monster, bounty hunter. You would tell a boy things such as that! Your a sick bastard!" The only reply the man got was Raziel taking his blaster from his side and firing at his face. The flesh evaporated along with the eyes and left only a blackened skull surronded by burnt flesh. The smell was disgusting but Raziel only placed the blaster back on his side. "He was worth more alive then dead. Hmph. Guess it means you dont eat." Arc said nothing to this as his father left to go back to the cockpit, leaving the boy to look upon the morbid corpse.
Arc withdrew from his flashback and stared emptily at the sky. All he could do was survive, there was no other option. As Arc began to turn back to go take down the paper target to replace it, a sharp whistle came from the street below. The boy returned to the window to see a cloaked man looking up at him. "You are Arc Laud?" the figure asked.
"Yes. Whats your business." the youth replied emotionlessly. Probably some begger.
"I am a messenger sent to give this to you." came the man's reply and withdrew from his cloak a holodisk. The boy leaned out the window and opened his hand. He could tell the man was unsure of this course of action but saw little else choice as he threw it to Arc. He caught it with ease and was about to ask further questions, but saw the man had disappeared.
Holding the holodisk in his hand, he brought it up to the light and examined it. It didnt have any detonation wire so the chance of a bomb was low. The boy took the disk to the desk his pistol sat on and opened up a drawer underneath it, revealing a holo-reader. Taking the device, he slipped the disk in and played the message, placing it on the table next to Integra. It started up as the boy crossed his arms, but braced himself incase it proved to detonate.
A field of blue appeared above the eye of the reader and the image of what appeared to be a Hutt came into view.
"Arc Laud." the Hutt spoke, the young boy knowing Huttese along with a number of other languages. "I am Gorvic, your parents employer. I have come to you with a proposition. Your parents have been faithful hunters to be, bringing in many who owe me things but they are starting to waiver. There starting to fail at what they once succeeded at and despite your father claiming it was your fault, i am no fool."
The hate in Arc boiled a bit and his right hand balled into a tight fist against his chest.
"I have seen you with your father. I have heard things from your mother. You have a promising future as a bounty hunter. And i am also aware of your hatred for both of them. I give you the chance to do what i know you want to do. In the years coming, i ask that you train. Train as hard as you can, be better then both of your parents ever were. If you can prove your worth in five years, i will hire you."
Arc watched the hologram pause for a moment and with that pause, so came the pause in Arc's breathing.
"And...your first mission will be your parents. A second messenger will come to you in a few days prior to his one asking for your reply. I do hope you dont disappoint me, Mr. Laud."
The hologram stopped projecting and felt Arc in silence. His mind slowly calculated all that he had just been told. This was a delightful turn of events. And all he had to do was survive. Survive five more years under Raziel. Five years that would seem like eternity but would eventually lead to the greatest day in his life. The day Arc would put a round in his parents head and ending any link he had to them.
In his mind, they were already dead. The details just needing to be filled out. Arc pressed the button that would record his voice on the holo-reader.
"Gorvic, you have a deal." Arc said and turned off the reader, removing the chip and stowing it in his desk. Arc once again picked up Integra and walked to the range, holding the pistol up with both hands and straightening his sights.
Five years.
Bang. A round pierced the paper of where the head of the man would have been.
A small grin came to the boys pale features as his red eyes concentrated on Raziel. The man had a stunned look on his face as he stood still.
Bang. The round pierced the chest of the paper man.
Bang. Susan's eyes were wide as the paper man took another hit to the chest.
He would be better. He would surpass them both in everyway. Raziel would teach him and Arc would improve, eventually, the boy would require nothing of him. He had already taught him apathy, for he never felt bad for what he did. Everyone were tools for him to complete his missions and goals.
Even his parents.
Bang.