Board Thread:Times Past/@comment-24930445-20140529040011

“Hey, Miss K.”  The teenage boy strode into the kitchen and stopped at the cookie jar. Grabbing one, he turned and leaned against the counter. “When are you going to let me take you shopping? I could do wonders with your wardrab.”

Kat chuckled. “Hey Vee. Circus in town?”  She smirked at him, assuming this was the week for his steam-punk persona. He always seemed to be rotating his look on a regular basis.

The kid was a very handsome young man with deep brown soulful eyes. His medium brown hair was shorter than most kids’ these days, though it did tend to fall into his eyes. His body was almost painfully thin and, currently, from toe to head, he looked like the ring-leader of the circus. Steel-toed boots were unlaced over the cuffs of his form fit jeans. One side of his tux shirt was  untucked under a beautiful bright blue brocade vest and, on top of his head was a flaming red top hat with a pair of dark goggles acting as a hat band.

He laughed, lighting up his entire face. “No really. You wear the same thing day after day. And all that hair. You need to update yourself, Miss K. Give the old man a shock once in a while. Spice up your love life.”

Kat laughed. “Thanks Vee. My love life has enough spice to it… “ She looked down at the black tank top and jeans she currently wore. “..and besides, my clothes are comfortable. We won’t go into how long it took for me to grow this hair, sister.”

Vee smirked at being called “sister”. He was decidedly gay and honestly didn’t care who knew. Kat and Ry had always accepted the person he was, never who they thought he should be. He only wished his dad could have adopt their vision.

He had been a “part of the family” for years now, since becoming friends with Brandy and Ilrea and in the beginning, much like Brandy had been, it was if they had another kid in the house. One big difference, where Ilrea had practically ignored her little sister, Vee seemed to take Aerli under his wing, making sure the girl was part of at least some of their escapades. Brandy never minded, but sometimes, Ilrea would toss a fit.

Vee had felt sorry for the kid. He had known what it was like to be teased and bullied by an older sibling; in his case it was his rather butch brother. Vee went out of his way to make Aerli feel a bit more welcomed in their little group.

Kat had known about Vee’s difficult home life almost from the beginning, but at Vee’s insistence, she hadn’t done anything about the bullying. She had nearly broken her promise to him on the day he showed up four years previously with a black eye, however. It took his crying in her arms and pleading for her to rein her anger back in. Vee’s father would not leave it be, however. He came to the house that night demanding Vee come home.

Kat instantly knew what kind of men the boy had to deal with all his life. Dontan Shata was a bully. A big, hairy, overweight bully who loved to pick on anything weaker… especially women. and he had taught his older son the same lack of morals.. In a way, it was a good thing Ry hadn’t been home that night, though it might have turned out better for Don if he had been.

Kat had sent the kids to Ilrea’s room when the pounding on the door started. She had grabbed a blaster and tucked it down the back of her waistband as she padded across the floor. Just from the sound alone, she knew there was going to trouble and she was more than ready for it. Vee’s pleas echoed in her mind, so she honestly tried to be nice to the man pounding her door down.

That lasted to the point where Don shoved his way past her and into her home, screaming for his son. Vee instantly appeared and Kat stopped him cold. “Go back to the room, Vee.”  Her voice was soft and gentle as she spoke to the boy, but the tone and look in her eye said she didn’t want the kid anywhere near what was about to happen.

Sure enough, as Vee turned to follow Kat’s order, Don exploded. Screaming obscenities at Vee, he rampaged across the room to grab the boy by the shirt collar, pulling him off his feet and to the floor. Kat was on the much larger man in an instant. Don suddenly found himself wrapped up in a hellcat.

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">She literally clung to the man’s back, his neck in a choke hold as her feet hooked together across his expansive gut. Blaster in hand, she hit him with the butt of it in the temple to catch his attention before slamming the barrel under his chin.

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">It was as if time stopped. Vee’s sobbing at the man’s feet and the heavy breathing of both Kat and Don were the only sounds in the room.

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I could kill ye. I could kill ye <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:bold;white-space:pre-wrap;">and <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">git away wi’ it. Ye have broken into m’home. Ye hae assaulted m’guest. Ye hae terrified m’children and m’self. There wouldnae be a court in annae land who would nae write this up as self defense. Let… him… go.”

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">Although she hadn’t looked, she knew the girls, Brandy included, were standing in the doorway not far away. She still didn’t look at them when Don slowly released Vee. “Girls. Take Vee inta th’ room. Ol’ Don an’ I hae sumthin ta discuss.”

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">“Kat. Don’t. Don’t kill my dad.”  Hearing the tears in his voice, Kat glanced up and gave Vee a wink and a gentle smile his father could not see. Her voice against the man’s ear was stone cold as she spoke to the boy. “Why nae, lad? A mad dog always gits put down an’ I dinnae see one more deservin tha’ this one.”  As if to emphasize her feeling, she jammed the barrel even tighter against the man’s jaw.

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">“I.. Alright Kat. But…  could you do it off the carpet? Blood is so hard to clean out.”  She was proud of the kid. She could tell he was a wreck, but even through the tears, he kept hold of himself.

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">She felt the man tense at his son’s words and her laugh was cruel. “Ah, n’worries lad. I’ve had enough practice gittin blood oot’a nearly everathin. It’ll b’fine.”

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">She watched as all three girls wrapped Vee in their protection and ushered him away. “Now. Y’gonna b’have er am I’ gonna hae ta break oot th’ cleaner?

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">Being almost literally a part of the man’s body, she could feel his indecision. “Y’ really wanna be tha’ stupid, eh? Fine b’me. I know a cop who’ll back me on yer breakin & enterin’ an’ th’ entire self defense story.”

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">She felt him give at that, his whole body slouching in defeat. She wasn’t a fool. Perhaps she was paranoid but just to be on the safe side, she probed the surface of his mind and found his resolve to go down fighting. Again the icy laugh filled the room. “Are ye fuckin kiddin? Ya really think yer gonna take me down an’ teach me a lesson? Seriously? First off, yer t’damn fat ta move as fast as ya imagine y’kin. I’ll b’under yer arms an blowin a hole in yer back before y’even git full around to grab me. As fer gittin me on the ground an…. “  She couldn’t help it. She laughed hysterically, the sound translating to maniacal. “Rape me. Really? Wi’ wha? Even ifin y’had sumthin big enough ta make a difference, y’ couldnae git it past yer blubber t’make anna use o’it!”

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">She felt him tense first in shock, then rage and for a brief moment, she received a mental image of her own death at his hands.. Ok, maybe she pushed it a little far making fun of his manhood, but it had just been too damn funny. He was still bent over as he had been when he had Vee on the floor, Kat draped over his back. “Fuckit” was the only warning he got.

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">She rolled away cleanly as the man dropped to the floor holding what was left of his knee where she had blown a hole in it. At first his feeble mind hadn’t realized what had happened. Then the pain hit. His screaming brought the kids out to find Kat with her own knee in the sobbing man’s chest. “Ye <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:bold;white-space:pre-wrap;">ever <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> come near tha boy agin, yer knee will be the least o’yer problems.”

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">Seeing the shocked faces of the kids in the doorway, she very calmly spoke to Ilrea. “Call yer dad, then call Yaz in tha’ order. This one’s goin t’jail fer breakin & enterin, bodily harm on a minor, intent ta rape and intent ta murder.”  Four sets of jaws hit the floor at the last two, but Ilrea immediately turned and raced for the comm to follow her mom’s orders.

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">Once the mind-benders at the courthouse discovered Don had indeed intended to rape and kill not just Kat but the girls as well, he was given twenty years to life at some off-world prison. Kat was given custody of Vee until his eighteenth birthday and since that day, Vee had been a part of their home.

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">Her smile was soft as she watched Vee shrug, then turn for his room. “One day, Miss K.  I’ll have my way with your closet and you’ll be the hippest MILF out there.”

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">Vee glanced over his shoulder to find her blushing beet red, something she never did. Her “Bloody ‘ell” caused him to laugh happily as he ducked down the hall. <ac_metadata title="Wardrab"> </ac_metadata>