05-21-2018, 04:15 AM
He is a curious child.
His biological father had been too, however, but he does not know this. It was what made Mortem such a smart man, all the thinks he’d asked as a child. And BJ full of questions, constantly following Mura and Klaudius around, willing them to answer him.
“Why’s the sky blue?”
“How hot is the volcano?
“What does salt water taste like?”
“Dad why is your coat a girls’ color?”
The constant questioning is enough for them to send him on his way to do things other than pester them. Mother was good about mealtime, but save for that, she was not nurturing or remotely loving. Father kept him more as a consultation prize, ignoring him unless he was showing him off to the others with a smug “look what I have!”
It is a lonely life the boy leads. No one wants to be around him, so he finds himself practicing his powers a lot. It had started one day by accident, when a seagull had spooked him. He had thrown the seagull, probably ten feet, with his mind. He didn’t know if anyone else had these abilities, so he kept them to himself until he learned about them.
He moved lighter stuff (little volcanic rocks, tiny seashells) at first, honing in, his entire focus on carrying it even the slightest bit. It was exhausting, and after every session he would have to rest for awhile.
But he grew stronger, more capable everyday. As his mind grew from all the questions he asked, so did his power. Soon, he could move the big boulders down the length of the beach, and hold onto the moles that tried to run away from him. He would crush the skulls of field mice and rip the tails off fish, because he was bullied, and he wanted someone else to feel his pain.
It’s what he’s doing today. One by one he collects his mice and plays with them. He holds them by their thin little tails, twirls them around. Beetlejuice splays them out on the ground, a surgeon, rips their limbs off. First a leg, then an arm, maybe just a finger, an eyeball. Then, he presses down on their skulls until he hears the sickening crunch, and he throws it off to the side with all the other rats he’s caught.
So is the way of life, predator and prey. He’s lonely, bored, cast out...he’d do anything for a friend.
Anything.
@[Zain]
His biological father had been too, however, but he does not know this. It was what made Mortem such a smart man, all the thinks he’d asked as a child. And BJ full of questions, constantly following Mura and Klaudius around, willing them to answer him.
“Why’s the sky blue?”
“How hot is the volcano?
“What does salt water taste like?”
“Dad why is your coat a girls’ color?”
The constant questioning is enough for them to send him on his way to do things other than pester them. Mother was good about mealtime, but save for that, she was not nurturing or remotely loving. Father kept him more as a consultation prize, ignoring him unless he was showing him off to the others with a smug “look what I have!”
It is a lonely life the boy leads. No one wants to be around him, so he finds himself practicing his powers a lot. It had started one day by accident, when a seagull had spooked him. He had thrown the seagull, probably ten feet, with his mind. He didn’t know if anyone else had these abilities, so he kept them to himself until he learned about them.
He moved lighter stuff (little volcanic rocks, tiny seashells) at first, honing in, his entire focus on carrying it even the slightest bit. It was exhausting, and after every session he would have to rest for awhile.
But he grew stronger, more capable everyday. As his mind grew from all the questions he asked, so did his power. Soon, he could move the big boulders down the length of the beach, and hold onto the moles that tried to run away from him. He would crush the skulls of field mice and rip the tails off fish, because he was bullied, and he wanted someone else to feel his pain.
It’s what he’s doing today. One by one he collects his mice and plays with them. He holds them by their thin little tails, twirls them around. Beetlejuice splays them out on the ground, a surgeon, rips their limbs off. First a leg, then an arm, maybe just a finger, an eyeball. Then, he presses down on their skulls until he hears the sickening crunch, and he throws it off to the side with all the other rats he’s caught.
So is the way of life, predator and prey. He’s lonely, bored, cast out...he’d do anything for a friend.
Anything.
@[Zain]