The Domino Effect

The Domino Effect: Ares

{{{ AN///// This is the first chapter, very slow, I'm sorry, things won't be picking up I don't think for a chapter or two, everyone is still strangers after all. I'm sorry if this is torture. I do accept criticism, and also Ideas to incorperate later in the story such as traits for the characters, things you want them to say, actions you want to happen, reasonable for the basic plot of the story at least. I'll give you shout outs in the AN in the next chapter, so I'll feel like a real loser is no one comments, would you really want to do that to me? Yeah.... probably. ~Lusa Lulu}}}

What?

 The boy briefly hears the short monotone drone of the bell as class ends, his last class. The rain came down, hard, no sign of letting up. This was a problem, the rain, it was wet, and the boy didn’t particularly like getting wet, not that he would have a choice. Special school, it didn’t own buses, no, rich kids never took the bus. They have chauffeurs, and their own especially expensive cars, no buses. That’s what Ares got for coming to  a ‘snobs’ school where kids didn’t have to worry about normal people problems, or live in reality. They got to live in ‘Sorrient- A city of Happiness’ where nothing was wrong and life was easy and there were no such things as problems.

 Stupid Fairy Tales.

 He clenched his books tightly to his chest, pushing them against himself with as much force as possible. Brown fringe distorted his vision, kept him from seeing straight, and blurred the world around him. Maybe if he saw like this everything you turn out to be just a dream, fake, he would wake up, a four year old, with a happy family. This ‘reality’ would be just a blurred fantasy from his subconscious.  That would be nice.

 Kids stampeding. They seemed to just run down the hallways. School was over, it was time to go home, and waste their lives playing video games, eating until they exploded no desire to do anything productive with their lives, was that fair? He never got to eat until he was ready to explode, he didn’t get any of that stuff, he had nothing. He had Father, he was nothing, and Father wasn’t anything to him, just a mass that kept him in this world by a thread. Father did not make his nothing go away.

 The rain continues. Steadily, large drops, heavy.

 The school is rather empty, like a bucket of water had just been poured out, once filled to the brim with now only a few stray drops clinging to its edges. It made the school seem spacious, with room to breathe, he smirked. Room to breathe would be nice; to be given slack, a longer leash, the leash that his father kept so tight that one wrong step would choke the boy. It was a guessing game, what Father wanted; a dangerous game Ares wasn’t able to escape from.

 He wore a uniform, a white long sleeve polo, a navy blue sweater vest, khaki pants. Hardly anything to protect him from the gallons of water falling from the sky by the second, he would have to walk home in this, fun. Outside was just as he expected, cold, wet, and rainy.  His eyes scanned the area, nothing had been spared to this rain, there was no shelter, he would have to walk home through this, this wet mess. The boy sighed standing under the schools awning dreading going out, but he would, into that. He closed his eyes, listening; at first it seemed you could only hear the drone of the rain. It overpowered all the other sounds around it, but they were still there. A bird, probably a crow, was squawking somewhere nearby, they were pesky little things, crows. Farther away you could hear the rushing of cars as they whooshed by, the occasional honk, the screech of the brakes. Sounds were everywhere, just listen.

 The worst part was when you first step out. The drops pierce the previously warm skin cooling the body to its liking. The way it slowly drenches your hair and clothes and how you always have to blow droplets off your nose. The way your hair clings to your head and your clothing press up against your body that was the worst feeling ever.