Jon Ballard event record, age: 14
The water splashes on the curb as a yellow school bus screeches at Jons' stop sign. the day was out, and he was ecstatic for the first time in his short life. The Sadie Hawkins dance was tonight, and three beautiful young girls had asked him out. But his crush was the third, and he couldn't believe she was attracted to his pale weakly form. He rarely even socialized, sitting alone during lunch and just drifting through his classes. The only thing that could sit on this trouble stricken boy's mind on this single day, was happiness that only a child could, and should enjoy completely.
The screen door snaps shut behind him as his mother snaps with it from her deep alcohol induced slumber, giving little Jon a look of disgust and hate reserved for the worst of enemies. "what did I tell you,hm?" She pulls out the coal shovel from the lit fireplace, Jon inches back slowly with his head bowed, "You-you said" He manages to squeek out in his fear, before she says "I told you" She lets the shovel roast over the burning wood while she speaks, the bit of metal beginning to glow reddish orange, "Not to slam the god damned door. I also told you, if you did it again, that I'd make sure you never would a third time." The bitter and over-aged woman wrinkles her already sagging face and pulls her pointer finger back towards herself, signaling for the boy to approach.
Jon was always scared, but he rarely, out of his own basic nature, ran from a fight or situation. His instinct was always fight over flight. He approaches and she jerks him around by his skinny wrist, bending him over her foot stool. She reels back her arm like she was holding a golf club and slams the hot shovel against his backside. "AHHHHH!!" The first scream is one of shock, the second, of unimaginable anger, the third.... paralyzing fear and pain. "Please stop pleasestop I'llneverdoitagain, I'llneverdoitagaaaainnn!!" His pleas and promises go unheard as they are drowned out each time by another smack to his backside.
One dimension to the left, just outside of sight
A blackened figure in a veil of shadows watches with earnest delight at the sight of a boy receiving a flogging by an evil old woman. A demon twists out of his shadow, beneath a cloak of darkness. "Master... the boy has not claimed himself yet...he can not take such punishment for much longer. She will break his spirit... M'ylord" The devilish man-god looked at the show for a while longer with a smirk creeping over his face, as though to savor the image. Finally he chokes the demon with one hand, "Never tell me my business, thing" He squeezes until it dissapears in a puff of smoke back to the underworld. He sits on the vacant dusty chair aside from the woman, where in her youth a strikingly handsome man once sat, with eyes like a snake. He leans over to her ear as she mercilessly beats the boy over and over again, "...Stephanie...this wasn't what we discussed..Pace yourself woman...or I'll take you as my new Persephone "
The woman stops with fear matching that of her torn and bleeding sons, snapping herself out of the shock, "G-go get your pajamas on and go to bed...hopefully you won't wake up" Jon runs to his room sobbing and bleeding. Hades strokes the womans' cheek, leaving an icy patch where his finger was, "Don't worry darling, your loyalty will be remembered in time"
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