Runaways Chapter one: The trigger’s been pulled; it has signaled a new start.
#1 of Runaways
Characters and story line are MINE, copywrite shyybunny. Any similarities in characters and or story are complete coincidence. I came up with the story line from a project in the 9th grade. The main character, the Siberian tiger, his name is Tristain. This is my third series on the sight and I plan for it to be a homosexual one. Yiff will occur in future stories. You've been informed, enjoy.
- * * "Mom, Dad. I'm gay..." I waited for their response, which was completely as expected. Mom was in shock, she just sat there staring at me blankly her muzzle hanging open slightly. The look in her eyes was somewhat pained, yet she didn't give of the look of being hurt. Dad was a completely different story. After finishing my sentence he gave out a menacing growl and stood up with his fists clenched. He walked around the table we were sitting at and looked at me. His expression was that of pure hatred, his fangs were bared as he drew a fist back. I sat there, looking into his eyes, not moving. I knew this would happen and I didn't care. He growled louder now as his fist swung forward at full speed. I watched his fist the entire trip to my muzzle. Time seemed to slow, not in that cinema way, but I could see his fist as if I were watching a frame by frame recording. I moved my index finger against my other paw pad just to see if I would move in slow-mo as well. My finger kept in time with my thoughts, and faster than Dad's fist. A second later his fist connected with my muzzle. I felt the pain instantly. It was as if someone had swung a sledgehammer at my muzzle with full intention of hitting me. The force knocked me out of my seat and onto the floor. I felt blood running down the back of my throat from the bloody nose he gave me. I lied there just looking up at him, my eyes filled with emptiness. At that moment everything that mattered was taken from me. My family's love was gone with only four words. I was instantly ostracized for being me. If I couldn't be me with my family then what would give me reason to hold any hope? Dad grabs the collar of my shirt and lifts me towards him, growling as he did so. I simply kept the rest of my body limp and just looked into his eyes with my empty expression. I could tell this affected him because for one moment he dropped his fist, only by a few inches, but it dropped "Fight back fag." He spat it my face raising his fist again. "Why?" That was all I could think. Why? Why should I fight against my dad? He doesn't love me anymore, why should I give him the fun of beating up his own cub? Just then he drew his fist back again only to have it meet my muzzle a second time. Pain rushed through my entire body for a second time. My eyes were shut after his fist made contact a second time. I heard Mom scream out just as everything started fading. Sounds dulled, scents ceased, and light turned to darkness. I was gone, away from my family but still with them at the same time. "Wake up fag!" I heard just before I felt a searing pain in my head. It was time for my typical morning wake up. I opened my eyes half-way, they displayed I was fully awake, however after my coming out six months ago I've never opened my eyelids more than half-way. I simply didn't care anymore, and that was displayed from the look in my eyes. I robotically sat up, then stood and pushed past dad to go to the shower. I lock the door behind me as I walk in. I turn my head to the right and see a mirror sitting atop a granite sink counter. The reflection I see is a horrid one. There stands a six foot tall Siberian tiger. Bruises, cuts, scars, and blood covers most of his face. Long black head fur which he grew out so that his bangs would cut across his face and cover his right eye. His body was muscular but thin, an obvious sign of starvation. I sigh and walk past the mirror to the shower. It is a simple shower, no bath, with a sliding glass door. I turn the water on hot and tilt the nozzle down a bit so it doesn't go out more than two feet. As the water heats up I grab a towel from the shelf beside me and drape it over the back half of the sliding doors. I step in the back half then close the door before stepping under the water. This was the happiest time of day for me, if I could have a happy moment that is. I was completely alone. No disappointed dad reminding me of his homophobia every time he saw me. No teachers bugging me to try and find out how I got so messed up. None of my moronic classmates making fun of me because I don't go out for sports or go to parties. I sigh to myself, "If they only knew what I go through everyday. If they had to put up with even one hour of my life, then they wouldn't make fun of me," I thought to myself before beginning to clean my fur. Somehow I had managed to get dressed and slip out of the house before dad got to give me my knuckle sandwich breakfast. Ever since I came out Dad has had a sort of superiority complex. Every time he sees me he has to remind me that he's the alpha, and I am just his homosexual son. Though last month he stopped claiming me as a son and now just hit me for being gay. These beatings only increased when Mom decided to pack up and leave me with him a few weeks after I came out. I looked up to see I was almost to school. Being 16 I was just about to be done with my sophomore year of high school, in fact this was the last day before summer break. The community I lived in was probably one of the most accepting in the area. Being Iowa, nobody really seems to pick up on the big "cliques" that most cities in other states have. But being as accepting as the community is no one went out of their way to really make sure their children behaved correctly to others. I sigh and lower my head again as I walk nearer to the school. Suddenly there is a sharp pain in the back of my head and I am on the ground, muzzle down. "Looky here boys, we caught ourselves a fag." I heard as I was lifted up. My wrists were being held behind my back as if to stop any struggle I'd give them, though they'd never get it. I am turned and I can see a large black wolf in front of me, arms crossed and a smile across his muzzle as if he was proud of blind sighting a bypasser. Holding my right arm is a tan stallion, and my left a lion. Both are as big as the wolf and all of them constant harassers. "This fag actually thinks he's going to get to school without seeing Jake?" The wolf asked in third person reference. I don't respond. He doesn't like that. With a quick step forward he drives his fist into my gut forcing all the air out of my lungs and dropping me to my knees. Jake then kicks me in the ribs as hard as he possibly can making me fall onto the paved sidewalk. They laugh triumphantly as they step over my bleeding body to go into school adding a few kicks for "good measures". I lay on the warm cement gasping for air that wouldn't come for some reason. My head started feeling really heavy and my vision blurred. Darkness. Once again I was covered with darkness. I felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing. B-beep. Shhh. B-beep. Shhh. "Where am I? What happened?" I thought to myself as sound started to return. B-beep. Shhh. I slowly open my eyes and look around. I'm in a hospital. There's a respirator mask over my muzzle and bandages are wrapped around my ribs. I try to pull myself up more but I'm stopped when my whole body screams out in pain from my ribs. I look to a remote on the side of the bed and press the nurse button. I wait a few seconds then a whole group of doctors and nurses rush into the room. I take my mask off, "When can I go?" I ask in a very dull tone before any of them can say anything. They all stand there shocked at my question. I wait a few more seconds, "...Well? When can I go?" I ask again. The German shepherd in front, the head doctor, stepped forward, "You won't be discharged for another week. Three of your ribs were broke, and all three punctured your right lung." I sigh and stand up taking all the equipment off, "Wrong answer," I said as I pulled my clothes on and looked over at them, "I'm done here." "Young man," The shepherd said again, in complete disbelief to what the tiger was doing, "You can't leave yet. You have to stay in bed and rest as your ribs heal." "I can. And I am," I said as I pushed past the doctors and nurses with slight difficulty from the pain in my ribs. I finally had a plan to solve everything and I wasn't going to let the hospital slow it down. I walk out of the hospital and directly to my house. I walk in to see my dad tipping back a bud light. I go straight to my room and grab a back. I walk to my dresser and stuff the bag full of clothes and other essentials. Now Dad is standing in my doorway with the beer in his paw. "I uh, I heard you were in the hospital." He said. I can easily pick out the worry in his voice, "..are you..okay?" I look over at him with anger in my eyes. The first emotion I've shown in six months, "Honestly, what do you care?" I ask as I push past him to go down the stairs. I can easily hear him behind me. "Son I..." I cut him off now infuriated, "OH SO NOW I'M YOUR SON AGAIN HUH? What, three broken ribs and a punctured lung was all it took? I should've tried that sooner." I'm yelling at him at the top of my lungs. There is sorrow in his eyes, clear pain at what he'd done, "You know what DAD," I add intentional sarcasm to the label, "I'm done. DONE! You've beat me every time I came into your view. Now, it time. The trigger's been pulled; it has signaled a new start. One without you." I slam the front door behind me as I walk out. * * *
Well there's part one of Runaways, hope you enjoyed it.