The Bad Batch - Mini Stories

Sin So Sweet

“WHAT?! Do you mean you quit the business!” 

A recognising voice echoed around the house as a little girl, no older than five hugged her knees from her place at the top of the stairs hearing her grandfather argue with her mother. 

“Son, if you don’t answer me, know that I will take you to court and prove you aren’t worthy of being a mother to my granddaughter!”. The snarl had the little girl whimpering silently as it was followed by an echoing slap. 

“Do us all the favour and stay the hell away from my daughter! You are never welcome here and neither are your children! Ever since mother’s death, all you have done is blame me for all your failures, well know one thing; I’m not your failure! I just didn’t want to put Rose in danger any longer so I suggest you find your business elsewhere and ack….” 

“ROSE, GET DOWN HERE!” The shout had the little girl scrambling downstairs only to run into the kitchen and cry out as she spotted her mother on the floor, holding his abdomen as blood splurted out of it. 

“MAMA!” she cried out, running over only to be scooped up by her grandfather who was nasty towards her mother. 

“None of that crying, your mother has been naughty and will be going away for a bit. You on the other hand are coming on holiday with me and…” her grandfather hardly spoke the words as he dropped a clear lighter on the ground, setting the place on fire. 

“MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!” Rose cried out in fear as the fire swarmed the room that was shut by a door as her grandfather pricked her leg with something and soon her vision was gone while the house that was her home was burned to the ground. As none other than a war criminal called ‘Dooku’, held his granddaughter close as he watched from a distance as the sirens appeared and the firefighters tackled the flames of the house that held his now ‘dead son’ and for once, he did not care. He wanted to forget his son even existed and even if he had to shape his granddaughter into who he wanted his son originally to be, so be it. 

Years Later…

“So, this is my house” 

“It’s huge” 

“Yeah, Megs, you were a liar when you said it was small. This is a…” 

“Mansion” 

“Mason, you stole my words” 

“Well you were too slow, Brad” 

“Boys stop arguing” 

“Sorry Hera” 

Hera could only smile at her cousins; Mason and Bradley, a set of twins who were born in the same year as she was. As well as her best-friend/cousin Megan who smiled her way as the five of them settled down to work on their project. 

“Yo, Liv, pass the worksheet” Bradley bold as ever spoke loudly as he was given the sheet of paper from the silent one of the group, ‘Olivia’ who did not speak much due to her childhood. At the bright age of 13, she struggled to talk to others but Megan and Hera had brought her into the small group of friends they had and the twins easily welcomed her. They were like a small family. 

Ideas were flung around to the point that many hours had passed and the group were soon aware of Megan’s father returning home from his long shift as a firefighter. 

“Father! Your back early” 

“I had to be, considering your mother is stuck at his job again” Hunter grunted out as he rubbed Megan’s hair and smiled at the small group. 

“Hunter! Are you here?!” 

“Living room” Hunter called out only for his immediate younger brother to appear, who was a firefighter but in his spare time, did weight-lifting competitions, he was built like a tank according to Mason’s description from when he first met Wrecker who entered with a grin on his face.