Aedan O'Brien
Fuego Student - Year 7
one for your tummy, one for your cheek, one for the devil inside of me
Offline
|
Post by Aedan O'Brien on Jul 28, 2015 14:48:09 GMT -5
The little boy hummed to himself as he made his way home from school. Ragged knuckles had left smears of blood on the pressed white sleeves of his uniform shirt. The crisp October air carried a biting chill that reddened his fair Irish cheeks.
His mother frowned at him as he entered the house, an expression of concern creasing her brow. “Aedan,” she called, “come here, please.”
“What is it, Mommy?”
“Your teacher called me today. She told me that you got into another fight.”
The little boy grinned up at his mother. “Yes, Mommy, and I won! Aren’t you proud?”
She didn’t reply. She didn’t know what to say. Instead, Darcy reached out and gathered Aedan into her arms. “Why don’t you pray with Mommy? Let us say our prayers now.”
Obediently, Aedan murmured his childish prayers – for Mommy, for Daddy, for his sisters, for his recently deceased dog – for all of the things that were his.
Darcy held her only son close, pressed his tiny face against her neck, and prayed for his immortal soul.
|
|
Aedan O'Brien
Fuego Student - Year 7
one for your tummy, one for your cheek, one for the devil inside of me
Offline
|
Post by Aedan O'Brien on Jul 28, 2015 19:53:21 GMT -5
On a chilly October night eight years later, a young man lurked in the doorway of a darkened classroom near the Fuego common room. His quarry was having a late evening of study in the library. She was alone, her best friend still recuperating from injuries suffered at Aedan’s hands.
What a delightful little twist of kismet. How perfectly everything fell into place: his destiny, his future, and his God-given right to domination.
He was on top of the world, watching it burn.
It was a simple matter to let her pass and then aim a spell at her back: “Stupefy!” She dropped like a stone, books and papers spilling from her arms as she crumbled. Another few spells left her mute and blinded, and with a careless “Evanesco,” he obliterated any evidence of her passage through this hall.
No more meticulously completed star charts and Transfiguration formulae. Insult to injury. Aedan grinned as he tossed her limp form over his shoulder. Little Italian slut of a Head Girl … let her scramble to complete her schoolwork after they’d finished with her.
She was supposed to go back to class afterwards, to suffer the way his cousin had. That had always been the plan. She wasn’t supposed to die.
How terribly inconsiderate of her.
|
|
Aedan O'Brien
Fuego Student - Year 7
one for your tummy, one for your cheek, one for the devil inside of me
Offline
|
Post by Aedan O'Brien on Aug 5, 2015 18:23:19 GMT -5
Hearing his father arrive home, the little boy abandoned his schoolwork to run downstairs and brag about his victory. Unfortunately, Mommy got to Daddy first. Silent at the top of the stairs, Aedan sat down and leaned his head against the balustrade.
“Cormac,” she exclaimed, and her voice sounded tearful, “He’s done it again. Again! You have to speak with him. I don’t know what to do. I’m at my wit’s end with him.”
“Shh,” Daddy murmured, giving Mommy a hug. “Calm down, all right? Everything is fine. Shh.”
“I just don’t understand,” Mommy wept. “What did we do wrong? Why won’t he stop?”
“Darling, it’s a phase, that’s all.”
“Oh, don’t tell me it’s a phase. It’s been going on for years! I think … God forgive me, but I think there’s something wrong with him.”
“Hush. He’s a boy, that’s all. I will speak with him. It will end.” Daddy gave Mommy a kiss and then made his way up the stairs to where Aedan was sitting. For a long moment, Daddy just looked down at him with a strange expression in his eyes. Finally, he heaved a sigh and sat down next to Aedan at the top of the stairs. “Aedan … why did you hurt the other boy?”
Aedan shrugged, meeting his father’s gaze directly. “He cut in front of me in line.”
“That is why you started a fight with him? Do you really feel that is something worth starting a fight over?”
The little boy nodded, completely sincere. “It was very rude, Daddy. He shouldn’t have done it.”
Cormac closed his eyes for a long moment, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Daddy, you get in fights, don’t you?”
“Yes, but … you see, there are times when it is good to fight, and other times when it is not. If someone threatens you, or your family, then it is good to fight. Do you understand?”
“But he got water first and I was waiting longer.”
“That’s … that’s just not important enough to fight over.”
“But I was thirsty.”
|
|
