Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160126170544/@comment-5583506-20160129172416

Urban received a kick in the ribs from a familiar boot. Something broke inside his body, but he couldn't tell if it was an organ or a bone. Then came another kick that confirmed the pain he felt. It definitely was a bone. In the distance he could hear his mother scream at the sight, and as he glanced up she could see her jump onto the backside of the monster that was abusing him, punching it and biting at it in every way she possibly could.

"YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!" she screamed.

"Get the fuck off from me, you crazy bitch!" replied the monster and brushed her attempts off and swung backwards with a clenched fist, sending her flying to the floor with a bruise. "Fucking brat needs to learn some manners!"

Another kick made Urban's eyes shot wide open and he could feel the taste of iron in the back of his throat as blood seeped out from between his lips.

"He just got home from being bullied!" sobbed his mother from the floor where she struggled to get up. "And now you are beating down on him as well, you fucking bastard?!"

"Only way he will be able to become strong enough to stand up against those cunts!" grunted the monster and crouched down beside the bleeding child before delivering a vicious punch against Urban's cheekbones that sent his head crashing in-between the fist and the hard floor.

It started to ring inside his mind, but before he fell unconscious he could hear the monster speak one last time: "Only way to prove that he is not a fucking pussy like the rest of you fuckers, feeding of this rotten world!"

He did not know what had happened afterwards, but had heard his mother tell him that the only way she was able to chase Jakob Kriegz out of her chambers on The Shallow Corner, was to smack a shadeless lamp across the back of his head.

Two days later, still bruised and battered from the encounter with the monster he called father, he returned home on unsteady legs.

No, he had thought. ''He doesn't deserve that title. He isn't my father. He is not worthy of being my father.''

His mother had promised to accompany him up from the local infirmary, but she had never showed up. He couldn't blame her. He could only guess that the madame had her working extra time, or that her stage number had been extended. She did, after all, put herself up to the humiliation for the sake of providing for him, and him alone. For that he would always love her. But it wasn't worth it. She was his mother, and he hated to see her suffer just so that he would be able to grow up properly. He felt like a leech, and it wasn't a nice feeling.

If I ever get out of this pit, I am gonna provide for myself, he thought. ''I am gonna repay my debt to her. My guardian angel...''

He entered The Shallow Corner from a backdoor, quickly glancing around the corner and into the main lounge where all sorts of festivities, revelry and hedonism was carried out. Naked, female dancers on the stage. Seductressess who dragged away drunken men towards the closest chambers with a giggle.

It was hard to tell whether he liked this scenery or not. All the girls at The Shallow Corner had always treated him nicely. They called him "the most handsome, little gentleman" the club had ever seen. But behind their smiles he could sense a great sadness. Almost as if they'd rather wish that they were somewhere else than at a club in Kansas City.

Even the madame had taken a liking to him on later days, even though she had according to his mom, blamed his whole existence and hated the idea of having one of her best girls pregnant and away from the stage for almost a year. Lately though, she had come to care for him as well. His mother had told him that the madame saw a potential, future bouncer in him. Someone to keep the clients and customers in line. It was a well-paid job, and he saw little reason to decline if the opportunity ever came along. It would be his chance to help his mother out.

He turned to the right and walked straight towards the door bearing his mother's name.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Daisy Weathers, he reflected. It was a nice name, he thought, even though he knew that it was actually not her real name. In fact, she had never told him her real name. She had promised to do so when he was a little older, but for now he was supposed to call her Daisy like everyone else. The surname Weathers also had a nice ring to it. Urban Weathers sounded so much better in his ears. But his father had insisted that if the "fucking bastard" was supposed to have a name at all, it would be after him, or else he would make his mother pay.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Urban Kriegz... It sounded so foreign, he thought. So alien and so... cruel somehow. He didn't like it at all. He always drew parallels between the name Kriegz and something mean or bad. The man who was his father was after all a very bad man. The only kindness he had ever shown Urban had been when he had offered the boy a glass of the drink called "Tequila", only to laugh cruelly as the boy cried when it felt as if his throat had caught fire.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He opened the door to his mother's room and noticed her lying on the bed. It was strange, considering that she would never back down on a promise unless her work had forced her to reconsider. But this didn't look like work at all. Maybe she was sick or just tired? He closed the door behind him and carefully approached her.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Mom?" he asked gently and carefully.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">My guardian angel...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">When he came closer and finally became witness to what had become of the woman who was always supposed to be there for him and protect him, he froze up. Daisy Weathers was lying naked on the bed. She wasn't moving. And neither would she ever again. Not when someone had taken the opportunity to squeeze the life from her gorgeous body with a leather belt around her neck. Her pretty, blue eyes stared out into the nothingness that was the final unknown. She was ghostly pale, whether this was due to the makeup she was usually carrying or due to the cause of her death, he couldn't tell. But there she was. His guardian angel was dead. And someone had killed her.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He felt numb. He was unable to cry, unable to come to realise that his beloved mother was dead and wouldn't be there for him anymore. Instead he looked around for something, anything that would indicate who had been behind this monstrous deed. But then it hit him. Monstrous deeds were only carried out by monsters. And the double-barreled shotgun on the bedside table was all too familiar. He grabbed it eagerly, clenching his teeth hard together to keep himself from bawling out loud.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">It was loaded. And as soon as he had grabbed the heavy weapon he heard someone talking to himself from within the living room.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Holy shit, that was a good fuck. The fucking pleasure of strangling that bitch whilst cumming. Hnnng. Damn... Really oughta do that again some time... Oh, right... Fuck... I killed her. Yeah, that you did. Mhmm... Shiiit..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">There wasn't a moment to hesitate for Urban. He took the shotgun in his hands and began to slowly  walk  towards the living room. He was unable to hold it back any longer and felt the tears come gushing down his eyes. Through the doorway he saw the monster... Jakob Kriegz sitting in the couch with his back to him. Strewn across all over the floor was bottles of various brands of liquor, used up Jets and Psychos. Almost all the chems in the world could be found in a pile around him. It was a miracle the man was still breathing.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Or a curse...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Urban walked around the couch with the shotgun, his face all tensed up in a mix of rage and sorrow. Jakob Kriegz barely seemed to notice the gun that was aimed at him. The man sat bare-chested in the couch, slowly swaying back and forth, from side to side. His dirty jeans were stained with spots of semen, vomit, piss and alcohol. The whole man himself reeked of putrefaction.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The boy cocked the shotgun and held it up demonstratively against the monster.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">''Killing this bastard wouldn't be murder. Humans killing humans would be murder. And what I am looking at is no human...''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Jakob Kriegz grunted as he finally seemed to notice Urban standing there in front of him, with his own weapon aimed at him.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He grinned. "Heh. How's it hanging, kid?" He burped and some vomit dripping from his lips got stuck in his beard. "Seen Daisy around?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Urban's hands trembled. His lips trembled. Tears were running from his eyes, yet he kept the aim steady. "She's... she's in there", he said, his voice breaking with sadness. "Mom is in there. Y-You killed her."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Jakob cocked his head with confusion and lowered his eyebrows. "Are you as fucking stupid as you are ugly, you little whiny bitch? I didn't kill her. I fucked her. Nice and hard. Probably filled that tight cunt to the brim."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Urban felt the need to scream. His hands tensed up and turned steady. His body shaking with pent up rage, just waiting to be unleashed upon this monster. "You killed her..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Yeah", said Kriegz and drew for breath, turning cross-eyed under the influence of the chems. "I totally slayed that pussy. I mean... Damn... She knows how to wail and moan like a bitch. You oughta try her out some time, kid."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Does he have a death wish?!

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Urban bit together hard, almost spitting out the words between his lips. "I... I will kill you... I will destroy you, you hear?! I am going to make you disappear from the face of the Earth! You worthless piece of shit!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Jakob shrugged. "Kill your own pa, kiddo? That something you are man enough to do?" He shook his head and smacked with his lips. "Nah. I don't fucking think so. There's too much of that fucking whore in you. You are gonna grow up to be same, just like her. You are gonna bend over or spread your legs for any little smart-mouthed twat out there in the Wasteland and let them fuck you in any way they please."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Shut up..." hissed Urban and took a step closer with the shotgun. "You shut the fuck up!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Did I just cuss?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Or what?" snickered Jakob, still grinning. "You're gonna shoot me? Is that it? That would be killing, boy. And you ain't got shit of that in you. Better learn to accept it. Now, why don't you get the fuck out of here and let daddy jerk off in peace?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">All of a sudden Urban lashed out at the monster with the butt of the shotgun, slamming it hard against Jakob's temple. He heard something crack, but couldn't be too certain whether it was the shotgun or his father's head. As he withdrew the weapon, a large crevice in the side of his father's head could be noticed. Blood gushed forth and ran down the side of his head.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Jakob looked in confusion upon his son, as if the attack had been unexpected. He made a grimace of confusion and put his hand up to the wound to lay pressure on it. Once again Urban's hands started to tremble. He had been in fist fights before with the kids that bullied him, but holding a weapon and using it against another was an entirely different feeling than he had expected. It felt surrealistic. It felt... good. Good to let the weapon hand out his inner rage, instead of his hands. Somehow it felt as if the weapon could take blame for the damage, instead of himself.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Holy fuck, kid", groaned Jakob, his hand pressed to the wound as blood spurted out from between the fingers. "You really knew where to hit your pa where it hurts, didn't ya?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I am gonna hurt you so much more", threatened Urban and raised the weapon again. "You killed mom. I am gonna kill you."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Urban approached with the weapon, putting the mouth of the barrel just a few inches away from his father's face.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I guess you are", said Jakob, still in a grimace of pain and confusion. "Maybe I was wrong about you?" He looked up at the crying Urban and then smiled at him. "I am proud of you, boy."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">''That smile... That fucking smile!''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">There was no hesitation in Urban's fingers. He pulled the trigger, felt how the shotgun kicked in his arms and watched as the monster's face was reduced into a gore-ridden mess of nothingness. For one split second he watched as his father's head became separated and divided into small entities flying of in all directions. Red, sinewy muscles, eyeballs, bone chips, blood, cranial fluid, brain tissue. Everything... Everything coated the wall behind the coach accompanied by a deafening bang. And just like that... the monster was gone... Its headless corpse fell to the ground, blood still pumping out of the stump of the neck.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"FUCK YOU, DAD!" shouted the Urban and continued to hit the weapon against the corpse in a barrage of  formerly restrained, now  unleashed anger. "FUCK YOU, AND ALL OF YOU MONSTERS! FUCK YOU ALL! I HATE EVERY FUCKING LAST ONE OF YOU! I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU ALL!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">What happened afterwards, he could barely remember. He just vaguely recalled how the madame had heard the commotion coming from the room and called for the Kansas City security to barge inside. They found Daisy Weathers lying strangled on the bed, and the headless mess of Jakob Kriegz on the floor. Seeing as Urban Kriegz was still assaulting his father's corpse with the weapon, they would be unable to see the whole truth and thus assumed that the kid had somehow snapped and killed both his mother and his father in a fit of rage. They were going to apprehend him, but the kid was fast. He had sprinted up against the wall, towards the high window and escaped into the night.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The citizens of Kansas City would later hear the stories of the Raider and mercenary who terrorized the Wasteland under the identity of Urban Kriegz, knowing his past, and would thus in the future simply refer this event and this night as "the day a new demon was born..."