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- 1-PSI 1--Monidu
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Disclaimers: Dragaunus and Puckworld belongs to Disney. All characters used in these series, unless noted, are entirely original. Warnings: Rape, incest, minor in sexual situations, BDSM, blood play, violence.
Post Saurian Invasion -- Monidu by Nightbloom
Part 1 -- Childhood
Dominick "Monidu" Heartwing sat in his cell, a smug grin on his face. He could hear the cries of the other avians, almost all of them full of pain, and a few of despair and grief. His head tilted down, as if staring at the floor, he kept his eyes closed, imagining that the trickle of air coming through the narrow vents was much stronger and cooler. Somewhere in these cells, his salvation was coming. And it wasn't family or friend.
X
"Dominick, come on!"
A small black haired duck leapt off the steps that led to his house and took off running after the group of kids. His hair was tousled, giving him an unkempt look, although his clean and pristine clothes showed off his wealthy status.
His smile was bright, and his light blue eyes sparkled. He was a typical seven year old hatchling with not a care in the world, except for having fun.
His mother was a lovely female, her hair just as dark as her son's. Her blue eyes were darker, but they also seemed colder. Having grown up in a wealthy family, she was use to having everything she wanted. And so she married a successful business man. She loved him long enough to produce a child, but that love faded as her husband began to lose some of his income.
Dominick would never remember the difference between this house and his old one, but his mother would. Jezebelle Heartwing frowned at the idea of losing their 16 bedroom mansion and having to move into this tiny 12 bedroom apartment.
And now, like some commoner, she had a budget to follow!
It just wasn't enough to buy the latest designer styles and have enough for all the cocktail drinks she liked to consume, nor accessories to coordinate with her outfits!
Cederic Heartwing, on the other hand, had dark brown hair, and a grey complexion. His eyes were also grey, taking on the tints of whatever color was nearby. Cedric, despite being a successful business man, was a coward by heart, and had an obsession with having absolute control.
Having to make budget cuts in his company shook his confidence down to the core, and it was a struggle to maintain a brave front. While at work he seemed like an unforgiving man, at home he bit at his fingertips, drank cup after cup of alcoholic beverages, and would tear paper to shreds if it found its way into his hands.
Neither one of them found time to take care of their son, as they obsessesed over their own problems.
But Grandma was there to raise the little one, as best as she could. It was hard when the little one was hatched without anyone to bond to. His parents were no where near, and thus he had spent his first three hours alone. Grandma found him and called her son, but it was too late. The hour of imprinting was long gone, and while the love of their son was there... the love of the parents was not.
Dominick grew up treating his parents as mere acquaintances. In a way, it worked out with them, as they had no time to cater to his needs. But it saddened Grandma.
Here was a happy child that was loved by all his friends... but when his parents attempted to show him love at whim, he shied away from them, not wanting to be held longer than a minute, not showing any affection, or just standing there as if it were a duty to be coddled by these adults.
As for herself, little Dominick treated her as he did his friends. Some sort of affection, but very little concern. And that was what scared her. Growing up without a parental bond... it would affect his ability to bond with a mate. She had heard of cases like his, and it made her upset that someday this sweet little boy may become a social outcast, a hermit, never seeking out the company of his kind.
X
"Hi, Dominick," said little Lila, a cute young girl. She smiled at him shyly, twirling her hair.
"Hey, Lil," Dominick responded, as he turned to her, holding a bunch of flowers.
"For me?" squealed the girl.
Dominick laughed. "Why would I give you flowers? I just plucked them out cause they were in the way."
Lila frowned. "You give flowers to the girl you love, everybody knows that!"
Dominick tilted his head, his face reflecting his puzzlement. "Love? Why?"
Lila became annoyed. "Because! You just do!"
Dominick shrugged his shoulders and just handed her the bouquet. "There's more flowers on the ground if you want them," he said.
Lila pouted. "That's not very romantic!" she shouted.
X
Dominick was ten when his parents started fighting constantly. His biological mother was complaining about his biological father's incompetence, and his father was complaining about her wasteful spending. Grandma was with him, trying to talk to him as if nothing was wrong, but her eyes were tearing.
He read somewhere that crying meant someone was sad, happy, or in pain. He could only assume she was sad. He just didn't quite understand why. Was it because of the yelling?
He jumped as something shattered in the next room. His grandmother did, too.
That crash was followed by another.
"It was a mistake to marry you!!!" he heard his mother scream. "I should have miscarried the child and broken all ties with you!"
He heard his grandmother gasp and saw her clutch her chest. He frowned. What was her problem?
"I should have kicked you out long ago, you bitch!!"
"You wouldn't dare! You don't have the courage! You still live with your old and worthless mother!!!"
"Don't talk about her that way! Becaof hof her we have this home!"
"Exactly!! Exactly!! Because of her, not you, you incompetent, weak, bastard!!!"
Dominick watched as his grandmother began to slide down off the chair, her breathing growing harsh.
She must really be upset.
"Call..." she began to say. "Stop them... call them..."
"For what?" Dominick asked, innocently.
X
Jezebelle continued to throw anything that was breakable towards her sorry excuse for a mate. "I was better off with my own parents! You promised you'd take care of my every need!"
"And I have, you damn vampire! It's your wants that are driving us broke! Anyone else would be doing fine with what we had!"
"I am not just anyone!!! I've always had the best because I deserve the best! You are the one that lied to me, presenting yourself liome ome real man..."
A knock on the door caught their attention.
"What?!" they both shouted.
The door opened and Dominick peered in. "Grandma's on the floor."
"What?!" cried his father.
His mother made a sound. "Like I said, worthless. The woman can't even stand."
Dominick shrugged. "She stopped making noises, too. And moving."
This time, they both stood still, shock evident in their faces.
"She didn't wake up when I shook her, either. So... since she's not talking to me anymore... can I go outside?"
X
Dominick went through the actions that the others did. It was fascinating, watching his grandmother being buried like that. Everybody around him was crying, and he was a bit confused that he didn't feel like doing that. Even his mother was shedding some tears.
At least it was quiet in the house. But his playmates were being so boring. They kept asking him if he was all right, was he sad, and a whole bunch of questions that he didn't have answers for.
All he knew was that he wanted to play hockey, or go skating, but they all acted weirdsomesomething. They looked at him funny when he laughed or smiled, but he didn't care. Instead, he went and found some other kids to play with.
They were older and they did stuff his grandmother had told him not to do, but since she was dead, Dominick didn't care much. So long as they also laughed and played along.
Truthfully, he didn't like the smell of the smokes, so he didn't actually do that. But so long as he said nothing to anyone, his new friends didn't try to force him. They liked his way of thinking. The liked that he had no bond to his family. And they said they wanted him to join with them after the funeral.
He knew he would have to sneak out. He smiled as he thought about all the fun he would have after this boring ceremony. He spotted some relatives looking in his direction. He gave them a bigger smile and waved. It was interesting seeing so many similar looking family members, but they rarely got together. He hoped that there would be another funeral soon, if it meant seeing them again.
X
The peace and quiet didn't last. For a while, his mother was "sweet" and "considerate" to his father after the funeral. Then the inheritance money ran out. It had lasted about six months.
Instead of listening to the two gripe, Dominick just went out and met with his friends. His style of clothing became a bit more drastic, sticking to mostly black, pants that were ripped, zippered, or strapped. Shirts that covered sections of his body and was held up by threads, safety pins, zippers or velcro. His hair was longer, but just as wild. And he had begun to mark his face with black paint.
His new friends showed him how to shoplift, which he could do with ease. He would hand out the goods and then go home. Most of the stuff he had taken, he already had. Then one day, he had come home and found suitcases near the front door.
"You can't stop me," he heard his mother shouting. "You can't even control your employees!! They finally figured out what a coward you are!! I'm going back home and leaving yoorryorry ass behind, and I'm taking Dommi with me!"
"What makes you think you can take my son away!"
"I'm his mother, and the courts will give him to me, either way. yo you, well, you'll still have to prove yourself useful by sending me child support! Isn't that just grand? Separated from you and you will still have to support us!! I'll find myself a better mate and treat him right with your money!"
Dominick rolled his eyes as he plodded his way to the room. There was no way he would go with his mother. And it wasn't because he'd rather stay with his father. He just finally found a group of friends that didn't give him weird looks and he didn't want to leave them behind.
"You're not leaving!!!"
Dominick winced as his father's voice reached new levels of pitch, and then paused when he heard a smacking sound.
His mother let out a yelp, which was followed by another smack. He knew those sounds. They were sounds of fists hitting flesh, as his group of friends enjoyed getting into fights with neighborhood kids, and he himself had been involved a few times.
Was his father hitting his mother?
He strolled into the room just as his father dealt the final blow.
He watched in mild interest as his mother lay sprawled on the floor, eyes open wide in shock, blood oozing from broken skin. His father stared down at her, eyes wild, body trembling, breathing all ragged.
Dominick looked back at his mother. "Is she dead?"
X
Cederic glanced in his rearview mirror. Dominick was sleeping in the backseat, not a trace of sadness in him. But it was to be expected, wasn't it? He had failed as a husband, and he was failing as a father.
Dommi was mad at him for forcing him to leave his friends behind, if one could call them friends. Now that the guilt of beating his wife to death was setting in, he was also saddened to realize that his boy would never love someone enough to feel such an emotion. If only there was a way to connect with him now.
Maybe his brother knew. His brother was never worthy of their family name, but he was the only person he could think of at this point to help him out. His brother would know how to handle the dead female in the trunk of his car, and hopefully, show him how to start a new life.
As the headlights of passing vehicles washed over them, Cederic was slightly startled at how much Dommi really looked like his mother. His hair was too short, but during their youthful tumbles, her hair became just as messy.
And now she was gone.
Cederic focused on the road. He missed her terribly. Sure she was a bitch to handle, but she was his bonmatemate. And even though she threatened to leave him, he knew that bonded pairs always wound up together again. So why had he over reacted and attacked her?
His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he glanced back at his son. Would he leave, too? Unlike his wife, Dommi had no bond to him. If he left, he would never return.
Desperation struck his heart. He couldn't lose his son, ever! He had to make things work somehow, had to. There had to be a way to force a bond.
Cederic spotted a small road up ahead and pulled into it. It lead away from the main high way and into wilderness.
Dominick stirred in his sleep, muttered something, then settled down.
Cederic's heart was pounding in his chest. Could he? Dare he? It was wrong, he knew... but if it made him bond with his son, then he would never leave him. He would never be alone. After a few minutes, he finally pulled over and stopped the car.
Dominick woke with a start at the sound of the car door slamming. Disoriented and groggy, he turned to face the direction of his side door opening.
"Father?" he asked, his voice scratchy from sleep. He began to grow more awake when he saw his father staring at him strangely. "What's wrong?" His father began to reach for him, and for the first time, Dominick had a strange feeling come over him. His feathers were standing on end, and he wanted to get away, but since he never felt like this before, he sat there, trying to examine these strange new feelings.
Then his father touched him.
"Father, what is it? Father? Urg, what are you doing?! Father? Let go!"
For the first time, Dominick felt fear, and pain. And while he didn't know nor understood it yet... he felt a bit of betrayal.
X
Dominick's tears had stopped falling a couple days ago. It still hurt each time his father tried to bond with him, but it didn't matter. His father was insistent on this. He just stared at the bottom of the dasrd rd as his head rested against his father's lap.
Unlike his earlier actions, his father ran a gentle hand through his hair. It took all his will power to not move. He never was in the mood for it as a younger child, he didn't like it now. But he didn't want his father trying to force another bond on his so soon after the last.
He was hurting, and he was positive he was bleeding somewhere. And he was dirty.
Dominick briefly wondered whether he should just follow his father's footsteps and kill him. But if he did... then there would be no one to take care of him. He would just have to wait until the moment was right. Maybe this uncle they were going to would help him start over.
X
Dominick glared at the retreating back of his father. He didn't like it that he was unable to fight back, being so much smaller than the drake. And he didn't like being pressed down into the bed of this mangy hotel either. And to top it off, his father was now blaming him for failing to bond with him.
"Stupid fucker," he muttered, u wor words he picked up from his old friends. He heard the shower turning on inside the bathroom, and couldn't wait until his father got out so he could go in and wash the gunk off. Of course, his father would probabemanemand another bonding moment afterwards... but at least he would be clean for a little bit.
He couldn't wait until he met up with this mystery uncle.
X
"Ironclad" Jim was his nickname, due to the excessive amounts of metal he wore on a daily basis. He worked as a mechanic to most, but rumor had it that he had another business as well, one that made more money in a day than two weeks as a mechanic. The only reason why he bothered with doing physical labor was that it made him appear clean to law abiding citizens.
Of course, such a clean living still made him invisible to family.
He was thly dly duckling of the family, and they had very little to do with him.
So he wasn't surprised to see his brother show up out of the blue with a huge problem, one that money would still have trouble hiding.
He was also surprised at the sight of the messy haired hatchling. Same hair coloring as the mother, and the eyes were almost the same... just lighter. Almost cold as ice. Sullen.
His brother, however, looked like shit. The guy's feathers were in every direction, and it looked like the clothes on him were somewhat loose. he lhe loose a good number of pounds in whatever time it took for him to get here? Sounded unbelievable. He could calculate at the most, three days. Too little time for such obvious weight loss.
And there was a funky smell coming from the car.
He blinked in response to the little hatchling.
"Mom's stinking up the car if that's why you're wrinkling up your nose like that."
"Jim!" said Cederic.
Ironclad rolled his eyes. "Don't call me that. It's so wimpy."
"Uh... Iron...clad..." Cederic stammered out. "I need hel help."
"Obviously," said Ironclad, with a sneer.
"My wife... she tried to leave me, but I couldn't let her! I got so angry, I... I, oh gods, Jim..."
Ironclad shook his head as he connected the dots. "And you've been carrying her all this time? What were you thinking?"
"Do something, please!"
Ironclad felt like hitting something. He stormed over to the car and got in. "Just go in the house and wait there, okay? Don't show your face and lock the door."
With a growl, Ironclad yanked the car out of park and tore backwards out of his drivewanbspnbsp;His brother was gonna give him every last penny he had!
X
Getting rid of a body is never easy, especially when one has a good record of having none resurface. It took him over three hours to find the perfect spot, and another three to make sure that no one would ever find her.
He sighed in mock remorse as he fondled the dead body before beginning to hack away with a hatchet. "You look like a cold one," he said with a laugh. "Betcha you were warmer now then when alive. And betcha you would have been screaming for more just now, too." The thing with dead bodies was... after enough time had lapsed, they got squishy again. The only problem was their smell, but still... they didn't fight back and add injuries, nor complained if you weren't as good as previous partners.
He spread out the bits of her body, covering a three mile area. He knew predators and scavengers were around, and once they picked up the smell of blood, they would finish the job for him.
He hiked his way back to car. He would have to have one of his buddies take care of this one soon. a j a jaunty whistle, Ironclad got into the car and drove away.
X
When a bonded mate died, no matter the feelings of love or hate, it was common for the surviving partner to be depressed and miserable and completely unsociable until they either died, or survived the first few months and moved on with their lives, either by choosing a new mate or living in celibacy.
It was not common to try and take their own child as a mate.
He wasn't easily shocked, but when Ironclad got back home and walked into his house, he just froze.
His brother had his boy pinned down to the couch and was apparently trying to mate with the boy.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" shouted Ironclad, pulling his brother off of the boy and threw him on the floor. "Never bring this kind of shit to my house, you hear? As far as anyone knows, a law abiding citizen lives here so don't you dare do anything that will make them think otherwise!!"
Cederic whimpered as he cowered on the floor, blubbering like the coward he always was. "But he'll leave me if I don't bond," he babbled.
"Shit, Ced... he's a fucking hatchling!"
The boy, Dominick, if memory served correctly, was pulling on his clothes, a blank look on his face.
A fucked up hatchling, he thought to himself.
"He hasn't even reached his first molt! Teens are great and all, but his body hasn't even begun to mature!"
"I just wanted to bond," Cederic repeated, all weepy.
Ironclad debated breaking his own rule and shooting his brother for making such a dumb mistake.
At the same time, he wanted to know why Cederic was so insistent with bonding with his own son.
"Aren't you already bonded with him?" he snarled out, looking back at the boy. He was slightly amazed to see the hatchling staring coldly at his father.
Turning back to his brother, Ironclad saw Cederic shaking his head. "I wasn't there... ween'en't there. No one was there... he didn't bond, and when Ma found him... it was too late. He never bonded with any of us."
"Shit," Ironclad muttered. "And here everyone is saying that I'm the fucked up one. Ced, get the fuck out of here."
Cederic looked up, eyes wide.
"Get out, get your shit together, then come back. boy boy will stay with me. Besides, once the police realize you're both missing, they'll come looking. Best for me to say that you dropped off the kid here and kept on running."
"But I don't want to be al--AUGH!"
Ironclad kicked out at his brother, his boots catching him in the face.
"Don't make me repeat myself," he led led out. "Get out now."
Cederic scrambled up. "I'm taking my boy," he said.
"No. Just leave, and when you finally get over this foolish idea of trying to physically bond with your brat, you can come and get him."
Cederic wiped his eyes and nodded, logic probably doing its best to straighten up in his addled brain. "Yeah, yeah, you're right. I... uh... I knew it was wrong... but... I just didn't..."
"Want to be alone, yeah, I getcha. But the police are gonna find you if you stay here, and then you won't be so alone... but you'll be wishing it." Ironclad sneered as Cederic backpedaled.
"I get it, I get it," he muttered, fearfully. With that, the coward turned tail and ran out of the house.
Ironclad sighed and shook his head again. He really didn't think that the police would make the their family connection, but having his brother leave with the car was a lot easier than paying someone to dispose of it for him.
If he got caught, then it wasn't his problem.
Of course, if his brother got caught, then he would be stuck with the kid for a pretty long time.
Blank ice blue eyes stared at him.
Shit.
tbc...
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