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stargate, DanielJackson

Week 16, Title: Creature

Posted on 2014.08.05 at 22:39
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Scratch.

Scrape.

Pop.

Creak.

I know the pattern off by heart. The scratch is the key twisting in the lock and the scrape is the latch slowly pulling open and the pop is the bolt banging free and the creek is the door opening. It means daddy’s going to the basement to feed The Creature.

It used to be really exciting but now I’m a big boy and it’s kinda boring. I’m Simon by the way and I’m an alpha, and not just any alpha I’m one of the big important alpha pack alphas. Daddy and mummy are both very important alphas.  Daddy’s a big boss at his work and mummy’s a gov’na which means she runs the whole city!

I hear daddy leaving the basement.

Creak.

Pop.

Scrape.



Daddy runs up the steps and I see him pick up his briefcase. Daddy’s in a rush and there was no key twist. That means the door is unlocked! This is my chance to go see The Creature!

I’m bouncing but I try to stay quiet and walk to the stairs that lead to the basement. Each step is big and I have to have both feet on it before I go down to the next step. I’m really really excited now. I wonder what it will look like, will it growl at me? I reach the bottom and I’m scared. 

I hold my head against the basement door, trying to hear The Creature. I tug on the latch, it’s hard. I push and push and the latch opens. I try to open the bolt quietly but it still pops really loud. I’m still scared but if I’m going to be a big strong alpha when I grow up, I have to be brave.

I push the door open a tiny bit. The basement smells a bit like pee. I open the door more. I slowly step into the room. 

And then I see it.

It’s sitting curled up. I frown. It doesn’t look scary at all. Its hair is messy and its eyes are really white but it’s small and has no horns or claws. It doesn’t even move. It’s kinda dis’pointin’. 

I even think it might be just a kid, but that’s silly, why would daddy keep a kid in the basement?

“Simon!” Mummy shouts, she runs down the stairs and carries me out of the room.

“Do you have any questions?” she asks. Her face looks weird.

“The Creature is so boring,” I say. She smiles and then we make cookies together.


***


“We’re going down the hill for a smoke, you coming?” Carl asks, kicking a passing omega.

It’s hard to look like a tough alpha when coughing up cigarette smoke. I try not to let my reluctance show. 

“Nah, Simon’s got a monster living in his basement; he promised to show me,” Ray replies.

I send him a quick look of gratitude.

“What?” Carl says, giving me a cynical stare.

“I saw it when I was a little kid; I don’t really remember what it looked like, just that it was nothing special.” I say, shrugging.

“And you just have to see this thing today, it’s nothing about you being worried about getting caught lighting up?” Carl spits at Ray, adding spitefully, “typical beta, hasn’t got the guts to break the rules.”

Ray just sends Carl a wry smile. I can’t help but admire him, for any other alpha with beta parents that would be a sore spot, but it seems to just make Ray even better at the whole alpha thing. He manages to accept another alphas leadership without losing face and still take charge and lead when he needs to.

Carl, clearly aggravated by Ray looks around for an omega to pick on; setting his sights on one he stalks off. One of the teachers can see but they ignore it. It’s the natural order of things after all; alphas are made to dominate. 

“Well you might as well show me your monster,” Ray says.


***


Scratch.

Scrape.

Pop.

Creak.

We step into the basement. And then I see him. The infamous basement creature is a little kid. This is insane. He looks about ten, but he can’t be four years younger than me; the maths doesn’t work. He’s probably small for his age, under developed.

“Fuck Simon, what the fuck,” Ray says, completely breaking from his usual serene self.

My world shifts. I stand frozen, staring at this dirty little kid and wondering how the hell I didn’t know. I saw him, actually saw him, and never figured it out. Was it denial, stupidity, or did I just forget? I can’t move. What does this mean? Why would my parents do this? 

“Shit, we’ve got to get him out of here.”

I help as Ray encourages him to stand and come with us. The kid moves slowly and compliantly but flinches and retreats from the light as we reach the basement door.

“Shut the curtains,” Ray orders.

I’m still too shaken to do anything other than follow said orders so I run up the stairs and do so. The kid’s still reluctant to leave the basement but eventually we’re all upstairs and he’s placed on the couch.

“What are you doing? I thought we were getting him out of here!” I exclaim, wondering what will happen if my parents catch us; as though they wouldn’t notice the kid missing from the basement.

“Can’t you see he’s terrified, give him a minute. Maybe we should call the cops or something.”

“What? No!” I yell. I don’t know what to do. This makes no sense. My parents aren’t these people, they are important and proud and good, respectable pillars of the community; they wouldn’t keep a kid in the basement. There must be a reason, a good reason.

“Simon,” Ray says soothingly, “I know this is hard, but we’re not going to be able to take him anywhere in this state and it’s the right thing to do.”

“No listen, just let me talk to them first okay, let me talk to them and if you want you can call the cops tomorrow, deal?”

“Simon,” Ray says again, tone firm.

“No, this is how we’re doing this okay, you’ve got to trust me,” I insist desperately.

“I’m sorry,” Ray says, taking his phone out. I snatch it and throw it against the wall. Ray just sighs, weighing his options for several moments before saying with resigned pointedness,
“Tomorrow.”


***


“What the hell is this!” I yell as soon as my father walks in the door.

His face flashes between anger and guilt before he speaks, equal parts scolding and lamentation,
“You shouldn’t have gone into the basement.”

“Why the fuck was he in the basement in the first place? Who is he?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“Who is he, the child of one of your rival alpha factions? You holding him hostage or some shit?”

“He’s your brother.”

For the second time that day my mind sticks and I can’t say anything, I stare disbelievingly.

“He’s an omega,” he states as though that’s explanation enough.

I grit my teeth and try to answer without screaming,

“So, yeah I can see it being inconvenient and a little embarrassing, but it happens, sometimes alphas have omega kids; why does that give you the right to lock him away like he doesn’t exist.”

“Because he shouldn’t exist!” my father yells, adding more calmly, “we’re not just alphas, we’re pure bloodline alphas, do you know what the chances of us having an omega are; less than one in ten million. You’re yet to fully understand how this world works, it would’ve done irreparable damage to our reputations, the notion of us as the most powerful would be undermined. And it wouldn’t have just been bad for us, it would be bad for the whole city. Others would perceive us as week, there would have been war. Sometimes when you’re the alpha in charge you have to make the tough decisions, do something hard for the right reasons.”

Tears prickle my eyes as the words are said and years of similar words unspool in my mind. I’ve grown up with the lessons of how to be a main leading alpha, all the things about what I must and mustn’t do. I thought I understood that sometimes bad things had to be done when necessary; and that this made me strong and wise. Now I realise how little it all meant.

“That’s bullshit!” I yell, “all this time you’ve been going on and on about legacy and alpha leaders and wisdom when leading and it’s all just you doing whatever the fuck you want!”

My parents, the ones who baked cookies with me and tucked me in and read me stories, who raised me and taught me and loved me. And they locked their own child up in a basement. I don’t even know these people. And if I’m not this strong, wise alpha, I don’t know me either. I don’t know what to do.


***


Looking back, that was the day the terrible darkness was born in me. The day my world collapsed, the day I yelled and yelled and did absolutely nothing.

Ray never went to the cops. His family were told to keep quiet and his parents, being betas with little other option, agreed to this. They all moved away soon after. I didn’t ask as many questions as I should have.

When I refused to give up my sneakily copied key they changed the locks.

I tried to argue with my parents, but there was a futility to it. My father shoved me up against the wall and asked whether I wanted them to go to prison, told me to keep my mouth shut and leave things as they are. I randomly wondered whether they’d try to lock me in the basement too.

I sometimes snuck into the basement to talk to my brother, sometimes I brought him snacks and my heart would break as I watched him painstakingly tackle the sweet wrappers. He never said anything, hardly ever looked at me. But I stayed and talked to him anyway. I liked to think it made things a little better. It didn’t.

They changed the locks again when they found out.

They told me it was better for me, not letting myself be hurt by it. They told me it’s for the best of the city; it would destroy everyone to find out their greatly looked up to leaders were such criminals. They told me no one would even care, them being as important as they are and the kid only being a useless omega. They didn’t tell me that they would stop anyone I told from taking it further, but I knew they would. They watched me too closely. I had begun to hate them.

The more time I spent down there, the guiltier I felt. After all what right did I have to be living my life, when he, my blood, was stuck in the basement. One trip up of genetics and our positions could’ve easily been reversed. I promised one day I’d take him out of there.

And yes, the darkness all started that day I found him, but since then it has grown within me. It’s a beautiful darkness though, it allows me to do what has to be done; it’s the best for everyone.


***


Scratch.

Scrape.

Pop.

Creak.

I wait for my father to enter, he’s surprised and angry to see me down here. The anger turns to shock as he sees what’s in my hand.

“Looks like there’s another creature in the basement now,” I spit; I want them to see what they made of their children. I raise the gun, threatening. “Mum,” I yell.

“Don’t come down here,” dad shouts to her. I chuckle at the odd decency of it.

“Mum,” I call again, letting urgency seep into my voice. She runs down the stairs. And gasps.

I aim and fire. Two head shots. It’s over. 







Comments:


kick_galvanic, zagzagael, skull_theatre
bleodswean at 2014-08-05 21:54 (UTC) (Link)
Wowza! Soooooooooooooo dark. This prompt seems to be ushering the darkness out into the light. I enjoyed this so much. You kept it moving forward and it felt both sci-fi and modern - that's a hard mix and you pulled it off well.
swirlsofblue
swirlsofblue at 2014-08-06 05:56 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you, so glad you liked it, and that the mix worked- I was hoping it would :)



Edited at 2014-08-06 05:58 am (UTC)
A Karmic Sandbox
karmasoup at 2014-08-05 22:16 (UTC) (Link)
It truly does take an alpha to be that strong. Well done.
swirlsofblue
swirlsofblue at 2014-08-06 05:58 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you :)
Kelly
kajel at 2014-08-06 13:57 (UTC) (Link)
Wow! Nicely done.
swirlsofblue
swirlsofblue at 2014-08-06 15:44 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you :)
rayaso
rayaso at 2014-08-06 21:21 (UTC) (Link)
A fascinating story!
swirlsofblue
swirlsofblue at 2014-08-07 05:38 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you, glad you found it fascinating :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
halfshellvenus at 2014-08-07 07:04 (UTC) (Link)
Wow-- this WAS dark, and really interesting. That sounds like an utterly miserable society, everyone's social 'class' and perceived worth already ordained at birth.

it would destroy everyone to find out their greatly looked up to leaders were such criminals.
And yet, the choice not to BE criminals somehow fell into the background. I guess the alpha was of taking what you want and damn everyone else was a little too strong in both parents.
swirlsofblue
swirlsofblue at 2014-08-07 17:23 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you :).

Yeah, I don't think his parents actually care about the damage it would do society at this point, they're just saying it to manipulate their son.

Yeah, they were both raised with the alpha mentality, where everything is about their power and domination and legacy and that's why having an omega child was so abhorrent for them that they had to do something and also why they felt okay with doing something so reprehensible. I think they possibly even discussed killing the kid at the beginning.

Edited at 2014-08-07 05:24 pm (UTC)
uncawes
uncawes at 2014-08-07 07:17 (UTC) (Link)
Nice job.

Sometimes, a leader has to do what's right, no matter how it affects them personally.
Glad Simon learned that, even if it took him a while
swirlsofblue
swirlsofblue at 2014-08-07 17:17 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you :).
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