This is mostly cause Mewmewmentor got me curious as to what genetics Chance got. xD
Author’s Note: This deals with a sensitive subject. I do not agree with this sort of behavior, people who do this sort of thing deserve to be punished. Badly. And yes these pictures were taken a while ago, before I had my new default eyes.
Kaleb Redding stared in disbelief at the figure before him. It was Lance Kelly. The boy that Kaleb had been watching was now standing there, staring at him. Kaleb stopped in his tracks and looked up, feeling the heat crossing his face as he clutched his schoolbooks to his chest. It felt as if a spotlight was on him.
He was very panicked, as he never thought this sort of thing would happen. Lance Kelly, the quarterback for the high school football team. The only reason Kaleb ever went to a football game. He had little interest in sports, but Lance… certainly made things interesting. He was also the reason Kaleb’s sister disliked him going to the football games.
His sister insisted that men were dangerous, and was always worried about her brother. He was too soft, in her opinion. Too easy led into things. One wrong step, and he would be hurt. She tried keeping her eyes on him but it had become increasingly more difficult, especially with their strange workload. They were both technically in high school, but they were also taking multiple college courses. They both should have graduated by now but the school officials had said they couldn’t until they were at least fifteen. Eight more months…
So they remained in limbo land, taking high school courses and college courses. And during their time in high school, Kaleb always seemed more interested in Lance than their classes. If she knew about them standing a few feet apart, she would have been worried; but she was busy at the college, working on a biology exam.
Lance took a few strides forward. Kaleb dropped his books and stepped back, very nervous. Lance just chuckled as he put his hand up against the wall, more or less pinning Kaleb in place. He smirked at the terror crossing the younger boy’s face. “Hey,” he said coolly. Kaleb gulped, unable to talk. Lance chuckled again and moved a bit closer. “You’re the Redding boy, right?”
Kaleb just nodded. He couldn’t talk. Lance didn’t seem to care. His eyes were going up and down Kaleb’s body before settling once more on his face. “Heard a little rumor through the grapevine about you,” he continued. “S’it true?” He inched even closer. Kaleb was against the wall now. “You interested in me?”
Kaleb felt as though his heart was going to beat out of his chest, and he wanted to shrivel up and die. How did Lance find out? How did anyone find out? Only his sister knew he was gay, and he did his best to hide it when he was watching Lance. But someone had noticed, and now Lance knew. He was a few inches taller than Kaleb, and a lot heavier–all of it muscles. Kaleb knew he was about to be pounded to within an inch of his life.
Without warning, Lance slammed him against the wall. “P…. p…. pl….” But Kaleb just could not speak, could not move. He knew he was about to be in a lot of pain. He wished he had waited at the college for his sister to finish her exam. But no, he wanted to walk home by himself. He just hoped he wouldn’t be too badly bruised up afterwards.
“What’s that?” Lance asked with a laugh. He let go of one arm so he could brush his thick fingers along Kaleb’s jaw. Kaleb shuddered and felt waves of desire going over him at that touch, and knew if Lance didn’t have the few inches between their lower bodies, then Lance would know exactly how Kaleb felt. “You want to say something, Redding?”
“L… l… l-let g-g-go…” Kaleb managed to get out.
Lance just laughed and bent his head in closer. “Let go? But I thought this is what you wanted, fairy.”
Before Kaleb could react, Lance’s lips were against his. This was his first kiss. And with the first guy he ever really liked. Kaleb felt as though his entire body would just melt into nothingness. Lance is kissing me, he realized as the kiss got rougher. Oh my Watcher, Lance is kissing me! He tentatively kissed back. He simply could not believe this moment was happening. And Lance. Lance! He had a girlfriend. He was supposed to be straight. And he was kissing Kaleb.
The kiss was broken. “That’s what I thought,” Lance said, his breath rolling across Kaleb’s face. “You liked it. I can tell.” He looked around as if to make sure they were alone, and then his hand was against Kaleb’s crotch. Kaleb jerked back in surprise, hitting the stone wall behind him. Suddenly, the kiss didn’t seem as sweet as it had. “Why do you look so scared? I thought you liked this? You certainly… feel as if you do.” He squeezed, hard.
“NO!” Kaleb found his voice, and said it as loud as he could. He began struggling, but Lance kept him pinned. “L-l-l-let go of m-me!” he begged as the older, stronger boy kept fondling him.
“I know you want me.”
Kaleb shifted his weight and, after moving his hand to a better place on Lance’s chest, used all his strength to push him back. Lance stumbled back though looking more surprised than anything. “I s-s-said no!” Kaleb said, trying to sound like his sister. He knew it would be unlikely anyone would come by and help him. It was outside of town, in a field, far from anywhere. It was a broken down shed left unused for years. But the meadow was a good shortcut between town and the Reddings’ house.
If Kaleb didn’t protect himself, there’d be no help.
Lance just stared at Kaleb and then began laughing. “No? You lying little fairy, stop pretending. I know for a fact you want me–and guess what?” He leaned in close, grabbing Kaleb’s neck. “You’re in luck. You’re fulfilling two marks off my list of people to do. A homo, and a nerd.”
Before Kaleb could protest, he was spun around and pushed face first into the wall. Lance was holding onto his hips, yanking his shirt out of his pants. Kaleb braced himself against the wall and shoved back. He got a few inches between himself and the wall but Lance just thrust forward, slamming him into the wall again. He began screaming hysterically, terrified; the situation had gone from his best dream to his worst nightmare in a matter of seconds.
Kaleb was not strong. He had a vague idea of how to fight, but it was his sister that had taken to those lessons. Their parents did not push him to continue learning when they realized how bad he was at fighting. His sister had advanced through all sorts of courses, learning styles from all corners of the globe.
Kaleb learned old languages, such as the German and French that would have been spoken a thousand years ago. Not exactly the most helpful to get out of the grips of an athlete three years his senior.
His mind blanked, other than the hysteric screaming, but when he felt hands trying to unbuckle his pants he snapped back to reality. He had to defend himself. As futile as it seemed. He tried to remember seeing his sister fight. He tried to remember what people in the books did. It all swirled together, not making any sense.
The button to his pants was snapped open, and he reacted. His elbow went back, driving into Lance’s chest. Lance fell back, coughing loudly. Kaleb spun around and tried to take off but Lance grabbed his arm and yanked him back so hard that he hit the back of his head against the wall. Lance was cursing now, looking angrier.
“Is that how you want to play, Redding? Fine by me.” He grabbed both sides of Kaleb’s head and struck it back against the wall again. Lights burst in Kaleb’s eyes and it was if the universe was a tornado in his brain. He blinked several times, trying to come back to sense, weakly fighting as Lance began shoving him down against the ground. “I can play rough, if that’s your cup of tea. Trust me. You won’t ever be able to sit again after my rough playtime.”
Just as he started putting his hand down Kaleb’s pants, another person came into Kaleb’s blurry, star-filled vision. Relief filled his entire body. “And what is it you think you are doing?” she asked, her voice very tight.
Lance turned his head. “Looks like we have some company. Your sister gonna watch? Or join in?”
“I do not think you understand the severity of this situation, Mr. Kelly. I suggest you release my brother this second. If you said what you did to push my buttons, it did not work, as merely seeing your filthy hands on my brother has pushed every single button that has ever existed. Including the big red one that says ‘do not push’.”
Kaleb whimpered as he was pushed against the wall again. “Oh, what’s a little bratty nerd girl gonna do?” Lance laughed. “Besides, your brother wants me.”
She pushed her glasses up, fixating her eyes on him. “Do you even realize what happens when the button labeled ‘do not push’ is pushed? Usually it results in painful destruction. Let go of him. Now.”
“Sorry, baby. Your brother here deserves a bit of fun, doncha think? He’ll like it, don’t worry. And after–” Suddenly Lance was yanked away from Kaleb. Lance yelped as he was easily pushed aside.
Kaleb felt himself being picked up and pulled back, but she kept her grip on him. “I see you are so stupid you really do not understand was ‘DO NOT PUSH’ means. I was not giving you a suggestion. I was giving you an order.” Still holding onto Kaleb’s arm she grabbed Lance’s tank and gave him a shove towards the wall. In the same movement, she propelled Kaleb away from the shed. “Kaleb, stay back,” she said, giving him a look.
“You can’t do this to me!” Lance growled.
Kaleb staggered back, hands against his chest. He knew Lance was about to be in a lot of pain, but he didn’t care. He wanted his sister to hurt him. Lance had nearly–had nearly–Kaleb wailed, and covered his face, knowing how close he was to being taken.
Whether Lance was trying to make a run for it, or something else, Kaleb didn’t know. But when Lance darted forward, she put her foot up against an outcropping of the shed, blocking his way. “Where do you think you’re going, Mr. Kelly?” she sneered.
Lance looked at her, and then began laughing. “Baby, it was a joke really. I wasn’t gonna do anything to that little pipsqueak.”
“Your hand down his pants is not a joke,” she said simply.
“Look. Stop pretending to be all big and scary.” Lance eyed her and then rolled his eyes. She was the same height as Kay, and more or less the same weight. Plus, in Lance’s eyes, a girl. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He didn’t have any time to realize what was going on. She hit his upper back and as he jerked forward, she thrust her knee up to meet his body. Kaleb wasn’t sure if it was his lower stomach or his crotch. Lance yelled in pain but had no time to defend himself. She grabbed his shirt and threw him back against the wall. Kaleb knew she could do judo or karate moves, or even just knock him out with one hit but she was fighting simply to cause him pain.
Fist after fist connected with him, occasionally aided by a kick. Lance was trying to fight back but she was much stronger, and faster, than him. Finally there was a sickening crunching sound when her fist hit his nose. He went down completely at this point, yowling in pain and shrieking at her to leave him alone.
“What?” she asked, standing over him. “Did my brother ask you to leave him alone? Brother, did you?”
“Y-y-y-yes,” Kaleb stammered.
“And did you leave him alone?” She bent down, grabbing his hair and yanking his head forward. “Did you?”
“N-n-n-no, he d-didn’t,” Kaleb said.
She rolled him onto his stomach and began twisting his arm back. “You apologize to my brother,” she hissed.
“I’m sorry, Redding!” he howled.
“You will never touch him again, do you understand?”
“If you touch him again, then this will be a gentle prelude to what will happen. Do you understand?”
“If you, or any of your idiotic friends, ever go near him, or do anything to him, then you will be the one to pay. Do you understand?”
Kaleb flinched as there was a cracking sound. She had broken one of his fingers. “You will not say anything about what has happened here. I know brainless men like you enjoy bragging and relishing tales. If you speak a word about your actions to my brother then… well, you certainly do not want to tell people that a girl did this to you. Is that not correct?”
“I WON’T TELL ANYONE! WATCHER PLEASE STOOOOOOP!”
“Very well. Consider this your only warning.” And she dug her hand into a spot that pushed him into unconsciousness. She then rose up to her feet, brushing her hands off on her skirt, and she looked over at Kaleb. “Are you all right?”
“Y-y-y-y-yes,” he got out. “If… if y-y-you… if you…”
“Do not think of what might have happened. The point is, nothing did happen,” she said. “And Brother, I did warn you about… creatures like this.” She poked Lance’s body with the tip of her foot.
Kaleb bowed his head. “Y-you did.”
“I am sorry you learned the hard way.” She stepped over Lance’s body and took Kaleb’s shaking hands. “I am sorry it took so long for me to get here. You should have waited for me at the college…” She brushed her bangs back and then sighed. “I guess this shows it is better for us to be together instead of apart. I do not want you stumbling into trouble. It could have turned out–but as I said, do not think of what might have happened.”
“I w-w-w-will wait for you n-next time,” Kaleb whispered.
His sister smiled. “I will wait for you as well. And we will stay together, yes? And I shall protect you. I will always protect you.”
They hugged tightly, Kaleb clinging to her in relief that he had been saved. They were rarely apart, but this proved that it was a bad thing. He was unable to take care of himself in difficult situations like this. And he did seem to attract trouble. He was too soft on people, too trustworthy. But he simply could not remove himself that other level to have the cold, cynical opinion that his sister often had. He preferred to think that people were good, rather than people were stupid.
Not that it was wrong for his sister to think that way, and he understood why. Ever since leaving their private home miles away from people, and integrating themselves into society he realized that so many people were indeed stupid. They were selfish, snobby, and mean. Especially in high school. But not everyone was like that.
“I am going to go put this thing where it belongs,” his sister said, hefting up Lance’s limp body easily over one shoulder. It didn’t even look like he weighed anything in her hands. “In the dumpster. You run home. And if you see anyone, keep running until you are safe in home. I will be there shortly.”
He watched her walk off, as if carrying nothing. He picked up his books, and her bag, and then headed home, thinking. His sister had withdrawn, believing not to trust anyone but each other. After what happened with Lance, Kaleb knew she was mostly right. He needed his sister, and she needed him–for different reasons, but the bond they had was strong and would always be strong.
They were nothing without the other.
-talks like Monk- Here’s what happened:
Wait no, it didn’t happen. :I Lol, here is what WOULD have happened. Serenity and Henri go to France, and Serenity talks to Dr. Laroche. She would have slowly introduced the discussion about ghosts and the afterlife, and Dr. Laroche was going to react negatively about it and about how those that have passed on are gone. I’m not sure about the next part, I considered either Henri coming into his life or Serenity told him.
Either way, Dr. Laroche would of course be distressed. He wasn’t going to take the news too well for a while, at first refusing to believe it and then being in shock. He would have been going on and on about it to his wife who would try to calm him down but he would just get wound up even more.
Finally he’d accept it but wonder in the back of his mind why his first wife was still gone. He would be confused at the fact Henri was back, of course happy but very confused. When he found out Henri wanted to go back to Sunset Valley he was going to feel betrayed but still want to go back. He was going to feel conflicted since Henri was part of his old life, the one he had moved on from. It was going to be hard for him to understand how he could blend the two together.
I’m not sure exactly what would happen, but he was going to get into an argument with his wife and after some fighting they would divorce, and he would go back to Sunset Valley where he’d feel the desire to stay close to Henri and watch over him, as he had for years. And Henri would have felt guilty to the end that he came between his father and stepmother.
This is all of course broad strokes of what would happen. Just the basic idea of what would have happened, and it would have pushed back everything going on now (pregnancy, plot stuff) back by several chapters.
Here are some more polls xD one is important though, the first one. The answer to the first one will have an effect on the story. The other two aren’t as important and are just for me to get an idea.
Question one: I cannot decide whether to have Serenity and Henri go to France to tell Dr. Laroche. I am leaving it completely in your hands. Should Dr. Laroche be told, no matter what the consequences?
Question two: Whatcha think of the eyes?
Question three: I am thinking about giving the Danevbies a new layout/theme.
Tuf made this amazing video for Kay ❤ It is completely amazing and wonderful and is one of the best pre-story things for the Reddings ❤ ❤ eeee thanks Tuf!!!!!
FINALLY was able to upload it.
Sorry I can’t link it cause if I try to link it it says page not found 😦 So yeah copy and paste will work, right?
Enjoy! Oh and there will be a Kay video soon 🙂 as soon as I find a good song for him.
Every time I have the Grim Reaper in my game he seriously just acts like a nutcase. So he needs his own special!
Yes that is Duncan and Sebastian in the background, gotta love the coward trait.
DUDE you just took away her boyfriend, what do you expect?! <_<
And he proceeds to wander around the house for several sim hours, thinking about Serenity. <_<
“How far do you think it goes?”
“It goes on forever.”
“How do you know?”
“I read it.”
He smiled and shifted his feet, his boots digging into the grass. “You’re so smart,” he said.
His sister smiled as well. “I know.”
“I hope I’m as smart as you one day.”
“You are smart. Just in a different way. Some of the stuff you know is awesome.”
“It’s nothing like yours…”
“No. But it’s the other half of mine.”
“Like a puzzle?” he asked, eyebrows darting down a bit.
She nodded her head and moved her hand down near his. “Like two pieces of a puzzle.”
“Like two halves of a circle.”
“Like peas in a pod,” she said with a smirk.
He replied with a grin, “Like twins?”
“Yep,” she answered, stretching her legs a bit. “Like twins. Yin and yang.”
“What’s yin and yang?”
A smile played on her lips. “Us. That’s what.”
He put his hand on top of hers and squeezed. “If the sky is infinite then there must be others out there. Like us.”
“Not like us,” she corrected him quickly. “But there are others. Mother and Father–” Then she stopped as he looked away. His fingers on her hand loosened and then pulled away. She quickly grabbed his hand again. “Don’t think about it.”
“I missed a question this morning.”
“Don’t think about it,” she said again.
“Don’t!” She squeezed his hand harder, her fingernails scraping against his skin.
“She’ll tell Father.” He whimpered and she held tighter. “I wish we could go there.”
He lifted his other hand and pointed at the sky. “There,” he said softly.
“We will. I’ll take you there. One day. When we’re older.”
“I don’t want to get older.”
“We have to grow up. One day. We’ll be adults.”
“I don’t want to. It’s perfect like this. You and me. Always like this.”
“Then we’ll never go there.”
He sighed and sat up. “Let’s do something else. I don’t want to talk about growing up.”
“You never want to talk about growing up,” she accused.
“Because I don’t want to. I don’t want to become an adult. I don’t want–what Father…”
“We won’t. We’ll leave him, and Mother. And we’ll do what we want.”
“I want to do something now.”
“Tag!” he laughed, smacking her shoulder and then taking off running.
“NO FAIR!” she shrieked, stomping one foot. “YOU ARE A CHEATER!” But she took off running after him and soon grabbed his arm. He started chasing her, laughing and enjoying the feel of running, the feel of the earth under his feet. Her dress flapped in the wind, her pigtails flying back.
They ran long and far, knowing it wouldn’t matter where they went. They had all of the world, a meadow stretching on farther than they imagined the world could be. The only thing more infinite, in their minds, was the sky above them. This was all they knew of life, and everything else was from a book. They knew of the world from that, of tall buildings, of fast cars, of bombs, pollution, TV, and stores, but it was somewhere else. It didn’t touch on their lives.
They were also unaware of just how much they did know. Of how different they were from other children their age. As they ran and tackled each other, it never occurred to them that the fact she could take apart and put together a rifle blindfolded, that his ability to recall the exact historical events (names, dates, locations) with a perfect memory, these were not things a normal child could do.
But they were going to find out, at an alarming rate.
They heard their mother screaming their names and immediately both of them stopped in their tracks. Their playtime was over. Their father was home. It was the only reason they were ever called in at this time of the day.
He let out a sob and she reached over, taking his hand. “It will be okay,” she promised. “Maybe she didn’t tell him.”
But they both knew that was unlikely. That their mother most certainly told their father about the missed question. The young boy began to feel more and more nervous as together they walked toward their mother.
“It certainly took you long enough!” she snapped when the twins arrived in front of her. “You are both a complete mess.” She reached over and plucked a blade of grass that was in the young girl’s hair. “At least tidy yourselves up. Your father is home.”
“Yes Mother,” the girl said.
The boy just bowed his head and then winced when his mother coughed. “Y-y-yes, M-M–” he tried and her hand lashed out, grabbing his chin. He whimpered and tried not to squirm.
“You best not do that in front of your father,” she said and the boy nodded. She released him and went into the house.
“I c-c-can’t go in,” he sniffled, reaching up to rub the back of his head.
His sister reached over and grabbed his wrist before it touched his hair. “Calm down. Take in a deep breath. You’ll be all right. And I’ll bring you some dinner tonight. If it–if it gets that bad…” She took his hands and held them tightly. “But it won’t get that bad.”
“I c-c-can’t!” He broke down and began sobbing.
She quickly put her arms around him, both in a gesture to reassure him but also to stifle the sound of his cries. They were too close to the house. “It won’t be bad. It won’t be bad.”
He clung to her for a moment until finally he was able to stop the tears. He pulled back and wiped his eyes off. “Your d-d-dress is sp-spotted now,” he stammered.
“I’ll tell them we went too close to the pond,” she replied and he smiled.
“You d-d-don’t n-n-need to do th-that. Then y-y-you’ll g-g-get in trouble, f-f-f-for a wet dress.”
“Then we won’t go in till the spots are dried,” she said with a rather nasty grin.
He gasped and shook his head. “No! We are already late. Mother is going to come get us if we stay out another minute–“
And indeed, the front door was opening. The girl arranged her hair to cover the damp spot and then took her brother’s hand. “Let’s go,” she said confidently and took him inside. They saw their father with his arms folded and a scowl on his face. The young boy gulped, knowing the scowl was because of him.
“Come into the living room,” he said. “Your mother and I need to talk.”
The twins exchanged looks and were immediately worried that this was going to be worse than either of them expected.
“Is everything okay, Father?” the young girl asked smoothly as she and her brother settled into their seats.
“Something has happened,” he answered as he took his own seat. “There was a data problem at the lab and things did not turn out very well. Unfortunately that resulted in…” He hesitated for a split-second, and his wife seized the conversation.
“Your father was fired,” she said and her husband winced. “I have quit. We are moving.”
The twins remained silent at that. They knew what it meant to move, but surely that was not what their mother meant. Obviously their parents were waiting for some sort of response, so the young girl said, “Why can’t you find a new job somewhere nearby?”
“It isn’t as easy as that,” their father said darkly. “I have specific requirements, as does your mother, for what sort of job we take. You should be aware of that by now. I am surprised by you.” His tone was clear: he thought she had said something dumb. She just kept her chin up, keeping her face impassive. If she let her father know that he might have hurt her, then she would be in real trouble.
“I simply meant why you did not work for yourself, perhaps on a computer. I know a lot of what you do is theoretical and research, so I simply don’t understand–“
“There is a lot you don’t understand!” Her mother snarled and once again, she kept her face impassive though her brother winced very slightly. “Stop talking as if you know things you don’t. You’re really trying my patience today, young lady.”
“Where… are we… moving… to?” the young boy asked carefully, trying his best not to stutter in front of his father.
“Another country,” was the reply from his father. “A city. You will be attending public school. Though I expect you to quickly graduate. Both of you may not act it sometimes or seem it when you open your mouths, but I know you are certainly more intelligent than–than those sorts of children.” The message was clear. Once enrolled in public school, they had to do their best to skip grades and graduate.
“Yes Father,” they both said.
“Go on outside, your mother and I need to talk some more…”
They knew what was going to happen–there was going to be arguing, most likely, and a lot of back and forth. It meant their parents would be distracted for a long time so they both immediately went towards the pond. It was very deep and they were not permitted near it, but they always invariably went to it any chance they could.
“I don’t want to go,” the young boy moaned. “Public school? Th-that means other kids.”
“Stupid children,” she said, sneering a bit. “Don’t worry about them, twin. It’s not as if we will be around them much. We are smart. We’ll quickly rise above everyone and graduate in the blink of an eye.”
“You sound excited about it,” he murmured.
“A little competition never hurt anyone, and proving I am smarter than them–that we are smarter than them–will make Mother and Father pleased. Right now all we have is each other. We’re both smart, so we both look stupid. But if we’re around stupid people, Mother and Father will see how smart we are.”
“Then they won’t be as mad at us,” he whispered. “But what if you skip a grade and I don’t?”
She reached down and took his hand. “We will be together.”