The unnaturals 2

[chimera0010]

Growing up Raphiel never had it easy. His drunk of a father would always beat him. Always mistreat him, yet to keep up appearences he would treat his son like a normal person. Buy him clothes, food, toys. But he always kept a little room for the beatings. He would get drunk, misread sections of the bible, and beat his son with a belt. He was always angry because he could not make his son cry or scream. He felt he was in a holy battle, that he was not winning till he could make evil feel suffering. His son merely looked at him and took it.

HIs grandmothers always baught him clown dolls. His father hated it. Clowns creeped him out. This is where some of Raphiel's talents came to life. He would make the dolls move ever so slightly when he could so they would always pose differently. This would not only creep out his father, but it feuled the suspision his son was the devil. He would throw the dolls away and some how they would always appear back on the mantle where he took them. He was convinced and he would continue the beatings. His wife, Raphiel's mother, didnt know what to do. Should she try to save her child or hope that the demon would flee her child. The two were often together. Mother defending child and child to mother until the beatings came. The father was alone in arguments and acusations; he hated the fact even the neighbors were against him and the church as well. Blasphemers he called them, traitors to the word of the lord.

It was not until he was ten years old that the next thing happened. His father took him to the beach and let him play in the water. He walked off, ignoring his child and made sure no one could link the two together. Raphiel was pulled in an undercurrent, nearly drowning. His world seemed to still and shaded by the dancing lights under the water. He felt arms pull him out and lay him on the sand. When he came too he seen a woman in a lavender dress run off. The people wondered what happened to him, he pointed to his father and they shunned him. It was not until later he also took his son out to the woods on a hot day when it was known for snakes to come out. He left his son there for days. Raphiel had no food or water he just sat there in the trapping site. His father would hope hed die out there or be marred by the bear traps he left all over the place.

It was not until later his uncle came by. Seen the boy nearly concsious. He called to his nephew and seen that the ground was moving with underbrush. Hissing and rattling he didnt move and told Raph to stay still. The boy didn'd and moved. The snakes coiled up his body as he walked and stoon around him to protect him. They left him and slithered away. The uncle took the boy home. The recalled events only angered his father. He was soon upgraded from beatings of a belt to being beaten by an iron poke for a fire place. Raphiel still didn't cry. Something deep down would never give into the pain. He would never stop until he could make his own son cry in pain beleiving the devil will be gone when his son cries for mercy.

At age 16 the neighborhood boys hated Raphiel. He was not like them. They were protestants, he was raised catholic. They were all related, his family were outsiders to the town. What made it worse is he was showing sings of being gay when he would sneak looks in the locker room at the other guys. He would often sit by himself and play with traing cards of magic the gathering. He had an unusual way of knowing things and this made the kids hate him because he was very different. Every summer was hell, he'd run from them. They would get into their trucks and chase him down while wearing white robes and hoods so no one could id them. Raohiel told the sherrif but since he was kin to the boys he ignored the pleas for help. Instead his father had him dig ditches to keep him away from the boys. More like a trench since he had to dig from sun up to sun down all summer, the ditch became a trench, one big enough to hide the whole town by the time he finished.

It was not until Raphiel was 17 that he experienced his first taste of anger and power. He was locked in his room that night, not allowed to go out with his meager friends to the school dance. He did his chores, took his beatings, and stood in his room with no supper. His father was drunk as usual, but this particular night was different. He wanted attention from his wife. Her often blamed Raphiel for the decline in his marriage. She just can't stand drunks is all. He pulls her from her computer, her last bastion of sanity. He begins to hold her, she refuses him. He starts choking her and she begs for help.

Raphiel hears his mother crying for help and begins to bang on the door of his room. He can hear her chocking and gasping for air, his father calling her a bitch and a devil worshiping whore. Raphiel bangs harder until he no longer hears her making a sound. He lowers his head in shock, trying to fill his lungs with air. His own heart beat begining to stop. His eyes flash and he strikes the door with both fists, causing the wood to crack. He strikes again, his fists beging cut by the shards of wood as he breaks the door from the hinges. He runs downstairs and sees his mother, alive but struggling to breath as she begins to turn blue from being choked. He picks up a dull butter knife and throws it through the air. The speed it moved, the dull edge cut his father's ear. He drops his wife and looks over his shoulder.

"Get away from her you....beast..." Raphiel begins huffing his eyes that were once blue shined an eerie yellow. He stood tall and strong, almost like a vampire out of an anne rice book ready to strike. His father looked at him. He was angry but at the same time looked like he was all too thrilled. He could finally face the devil himself. He looked down at his wife and kicked her in the ribs, Raphiel could hear a crack and he got even angrier. He lept through the air, pinning his father to the wall.

"You would turn against your father?! Your own Blood?!" He tried to pry Raphiel off of him. Raphiel held him firm and threw him across the room into the kitchen. He begins to walk slowly, keeping his mother behind him. "Your not blood....your not my father...no man should do what you did..."

His father stood up, wiping the blood from his face and picks up a butcher knife. He grins wickedly, pointing the knife at his son. "Good, then it wont bother me when i cut the evil right out of you!" He throws the knife at his son, only to see a blur as the knife clearly missed. His son didnt move, but it seemed as if the knife hit some kind of barrier and went off at an angle away from the boy. He lunged, grabbing his son by the collar and slams him into the wall of the kitchen. e right hooks him in the jaw, drawing blood from the lip.

Raphiel looks back, no expression. He gut checks his father, then rams him into the island coutner behind him. He grabs his father by his shirt and spins him around into the brick wall, causing it to dent inwards. He picks up his father by the stomach and slams him again, making the whole deeper. He then falls backwards with his father, slamming his face into the counter. He gets up, his father isnt moving. He walks to his mother to make sure she is alright. His father comes rushing in, running off adrenaline he slams his son threw the living room window and out into the front yard. He starts kicking his son and beating him with the yard posts.

Raphiel sweeps out his leg to knock his father down and pulls away. He stands up, bruised and bloody from the bleeding but he was still going. He father charges at him, swinging the post like a bat. Raphiel ducks as if his perception slowed everything down. He thrusts out his palms, stricking his father in the chest ans sending him backwards into the dirt. He stands his ground, not moving as his father crawls up and plows into his son. The nighbors are mezmerised. The father was 275lbs of fat and muscle while the boy was only 150lbs and looked a third of his father's size. Yet the boy was holding his own as if he was herculese. His father struck the boy in the knee, making him go down. He struck the boy in the head, making him slightly dizzy. He put all his for5ce into every blow, forcing his son down into the ground. He beats him sencless until Raphiel no longer moves.

Raphiel lays there, waiting. His father picks up another fence post and breaks it so it has a tip. None of the neighbors move. They wanted this, they wanted to see the public execution of a devil spawn. They planned to kidnap the boy and burn him later but this was more entertaining cause they can later execute the father for child murder. The post is raised, and before it can even begin to come down...Raphiel lurches up, spitting a black venemous snake out of his mouth. The snake wraps around the father, forcing a new struggle that soon got him into the streets. A screech was heard and soon a crash as a truck came veering down the corner and sent the father flying. He landed and rolled, the snake missing.

The ambulence took the father away, he had three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a broken femer. Raphiel's cousin Kendra was visitng. She seen the fight down the road in her car. When all was clear she came and helped Raphiel and his mother pack the house. It would be months before his father got out of the hospital, by then he would be long gone. No one spoke of the fight, every one denied seeing the snake escape Raphiel's mouth. They thought it was a trick of the sun. This only made things worse on the rumors that Raphiel was a demon born of his mother. The family was informed, one side didn't care that the fight happened since it didnt envolve them or their money. The other side knew it was bound to happen, but since it was not in their house they didn't want any part of it. Oklahoma seemed a good place to start a new life. Middle of no where, no one knew him or his mother.

It was here in this tiny town of Tulsa Oklahoma that Raphiel's life would change. He would soon meet other like him. Other's who had different gifts and heredities. What some didn't know is that his father escaped the hospital and found where Raphiel is going. His mother tried to hide them, hoping that maybe the ghetto will be a good enough place for two people on the run from a mad man could hide. It was here that he would soon meet his instructor and his best friend Lady Black Cat.

[IAmDaMan666]

Eh, it's not bad I suppose, but you have alot of errors, and you constantly switch from past to present tense and back again. Also, it's been two threads and not an ounce of muscle growth. For a half-demon story, I'd expect more.

Try to work on the grammar at least. ^_^;;