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Look Into My Kaleidoscope of Emotions, And Feel	By : lemonykisses Category: +S through Z > Static Shock Views: 4197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Burning
By LissaChan
Rating: R for adult language and some violence
Warning(s): AU everywhere, parental abuse, OOC
Disclaimer: Breaking Benjamin owns "Sooner or Later", I’m just borrowing the lyrics.
A/N: Now I’ve only seen Richie’s mom once and I only know for sure that she’s a redhead and she’s nice and everything, but in this she’s evil. So if you don’t like the idea of Richie getting abused, you may move on. Oh, and for a special treat, I have both boys switching POVs, I mark who’s thoughts are who so you won’t get confused.
Beta: Chunk: This was good
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~ F-Stop’s POV ~
I glance over at him, eating his lunch like there’s no tomorrow.
Foley’s shoving those fries into his mouth and not having time to even chew them.
My spine shudders in revulsion. How can anyone eat like that in public is beyond me. It’s so disgusting. Bet as a child his mom use to look away from him. God damnit, I’m doing it again! I stubbornly look back down at my half-eaten lunch.
/At least he has a mom./ I growl low, gripping the fragile plastic fork tighter in my right fist. /She’s one of those mom’s who use to bring warm milk to their children right before they go to bed. I was lucky to even sleep voluntarily and not by losing conscious, thanks to dear old dad./ I’m looking at him again, glowering almost in jealousy. /How dare he have a better life than me!/
I want a normal life
Just like a newborn child
I am a lover hater
I am an instigator
There he is, laughing it up with his best friend, Virgil. Stupid fuckhead, is what he should’ve been born with, because that’s what he is. Said-fuckhead looks over at me, looks back at Foley to say something and then they’re both looking at me. I’m leaning against the lockers roughly meters from them. A random girl is trying; I’m really emphasizing on that word, to get my attention by rubbing her palms across my chest, fingers going through my hair. But all my attention is on Foley as he looks at me curiously, a touch of fear in his blue eyes.
/Ass-licker/ buzzes through my head and that just makes me madder at the blond.
I didn’t even realize I had knocked the clueless girl to the floor and right on her ass in front of everyone. Oh well, she should know better next time.
You are an oversight
Don’t try to compromise
I’ll learn to love to hate it
I am not integrated
I’m still thinking about Foley way after the last school bell rings and I’m in my room. I’m lying on my bed, arms folded behind my head, and gazing up at a random Playboy Bunny posing in a position that should turn me on rather than make me even madder at him.
"I hate you, Foley," I hiss at the blonde above my bed. She even has blue eyes, not as blue as Foley’s (yes I’ve looked), and I wish they were, so I can hate him even more.
Even as I imagine punching his smug face into his smart-ass brain, I’m getting turned on at the idea of how soft his skin is under those baggy clothes he hides under, what does he taste like after eating French fries, and if he’s a screamer. If he’s not, I’ll make him one very quickly…
Just call my name
You’ll be okay
Your scream if burning through my veins
Before I know it I’m jerking myself off, my eyes never leaving the Playblonde. Her leering stare does nothing to me, but those eyes darken in my mind, turning into a deep sapphire with a bit of a greyish tinge. That’s the color I imagine Foley’s eyes are when he’s turned on. His smug and smirking mouth is gaping open in a large ‘O’ shape as he’s trying to scream, but only squeaks and loud grunts escape him. The first time I take him there’s no holding back. I will fuck him so hard he’ll be walking funny for several days. And when he does scream, my name will be on his lips, like his on mine when I come fiercely in my hand.
Sooner or later
You’re gonna hate it
Go ahead and throw your life away
Driving me under
Leaving me out there
Go ahead and throw your life away
When I gradually come back to reality he’s gone, my anger is gone, too. All I’m left with is a mess in my right and on my stomach. I’m staring at the blonde girl again. It works every time.
~ Richie’s POV ~
It seems I’ve been getting a lot of attention lately, but it’s from one person, the one person I least want attention from. It’s like I can actually feel those eyes running all over me like goosebumps. And every time I find F-Stop, he’s always far away, glaring blatantly at me. What the Hell did I do to get such attention and what can I do to make it stop? Is he watching me to find any weaknesses? That’s not very hard: jumping me from behind and food. But everyone knows that, even the jumping thing, since that’s F-Stop’s favorite way of torturing me…
Now that I think about it, the poundings stopped just around the time I’ve become his object of interest. Hell, even Virgil’s noticed. He keeps asking me if I have anything that belongs to F-Stop and I can’t help but wonder if it’s me he wants instead. But I quickly dismiss that every time. The asshole’s straighter than a ruler when it comes to gettin’ some. He’s just waiting for an opportunity to strike when I’m not looking.
You’re like an infantile
I knew it all the while
You sit and try to play me
Just like you see on TV
It’s pretty well-known to my close friends that I’m gay, but I can’t help and think F-Stop realizes it and I also wouldn’t put it past him that he’ll use that as arsenal on his next assault. That might be why he’s pursuing me, and as each day goes by that’s he’s calmly watching me, I feel my confidence in having the upperhand with my superhuman brain at out-maneuvering him eroding away into childish, gut-wrenching fear.
I am an oversight
Just like a parasite
Why am I so pathetic
I know you won’t forget it
I sometimes wish his attention on me could let him see the abuse I endure at home. Virgil is clueless on that and thank freakin’ God, I don’t think I can handle the sympathetic looks and hesitant hugs. It’s very well-known that F-Stop grew up in a very dysfunctional family: losing his mom at childbirth, his father beats him up since then, even when he’s turning seventeen this year. I’ve seen him, too. F-Stop’s a good half of a foot taller than he is and he still gets the shit beaten out of him from the old man.
I have both of my parents and my dad still beats the shit out of me. I fear him worse than F-Stop because my mom doesn’t stop him. Not can’t, doesn’t. She doesn’t care, as long as the blows are away from her pretty face. Like I said, thank freakin’ God Virgil is clueless.
Just call my name
You’ll be okay
Your scream is burning through my veins.
In no time I’m asleep on my bed, shoes off and above the covers. I wake up hours later sore and tight from sleeping in a fetal position for so long.
/God damn bastard./ I stiffly get out of bed and glance at the clock. It’s five past midnight. I have to go patrolling again or Virgil might suspect something is up.
As quick as my sore body will let me I have a five-minute shower and change into my Gear suit. I check for any bruises or gashes on my arms. I sigh when there are none to be seen, all of the blows got my back and chest this time.
Sooner or later
You’re gonna hate it
Go ahead and throw my life away
Driving me under
Leaving me out there
Go ahead and throw my life away
It’s four AM when Virgil and I call it quits. As I head back home I can’t help but feel a stab of icy dread shooting down my spine.
~ F-Stop’s POV~
It always makes me smile when I watch the gruesome power lit in Foley’s eyes. Reminds me of myself when I have the upperhand, which is why I enjoy fighting Gear, more that Static. Only an idiot would never guess Gear and Foley are in the same body, but they are two completely different people. Foley is a bumbling fool who can talk the talk, but cower when he has to walk the walk. Gear is a trigger-happy fighting machine with a quick-witted mind to boot. He makes Einstein look like a Class-A idiot.
I’ve been following the two around for a while now, and their patrolling is pretty routine. After defeating a group of ninjas and having them tied up to for the police I follow Gear home as always, to his perfect house and perfect family, and perfect life.
Sooner or later
You’re gonna hate it
Go ahead and throw our life away
~ Richie’s POV ~
I should’ve seen the light on in the hallway, it’s an outline around my bedroom door, but I’m so fucking tired I don’t even have time to react to my door being torn down and father coming right at me with a baseball bat.
Driving me under
Leaving me out there
Go ahead and throw out life away
~ F-Stop’s POV ~
/Oh My God!/ Before I know it I’m in Foley’s bedroom, I have a pile of ashes in my left hand that use to be the bat with my right out on front of me, palm and fingers spread out with smoke floating from my skin, and his father is on the floor with a blackened and large hole on his pajama shirt, exposing second-degree burned skin on his chest. He’s unconscious from the blow he receives from the force of my power knocking him back against the doorframe.
A woman is screaming, and I can only guess that’s Foley’s mom.
~ Richie’s POV ~
I have F-Stop’s hand and we’re out of the window before mom can call the police. It’s like a dream. The real F-stop would never follow me home as I’m Gear and he would never ever save my life, as I’m sure dad didn’t intend on me living after this night.
I’m still gripping his hand as we find a secluded area in a park nearly several blocks from my place.
Ooh…Throw our life away
~ F-Stop’s POV ~
His forehead is beading with sweat; his hand is taunt around mine, as if he thinks I’ll vanish before his eyes if he lets go. He’s looking at me with stormy blue eyes.
I know he has a million questions for me, and all of them are just going to have to be unanswered right now because I can’t stop myself from kissing him, kissing with my hands cupping his face, his fragile face with rigid cheekbones.
He whimpers against my lips and tilts a bit when I force my tongue through into his mouth. He tastes like lingering blood from a blow he receives earlier to the face from a random ninja, with an undertone of mint from his toothpaste.
It’s the most fucking delicious flavor I have ever tasted.
His hands are in my hair, tugging me, and my hands are on his small hips, pulling him against my hard-on. He sports his own, too.
I break off and lean my forehead against his, panting along with him.
"I want a normal life, Foley."
"Give me it." He barely gets it out as he’s kissing me this time, taking my temper towards him away, my dignity to hide my sexuality, and my heart.
Ooh… Throw our life away
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