Line of Time

Children Of Ruin

Mathias' conception had been one of a  couple who had been on the run from their pasts. They met in a bar, rumors spread like wild fire that the world was ending and for the first time, people believed it. The world was breaking and manics had risen to power. 

They happened to have a one night stand and this left Mathias' mother with him as a reminder of the event she had been a part of in a drunken one night fling with the biker of an opposing gang at the bar in the middle of no where.

She had spent weeks sobbing over the fact that she had a child growing inside herself. But by the time she had found out how far along she was and she had seen the child's heart beat going a strong mile a minute on the black and white screen. She had in that moment loved the child. 

She never found the child's father but she did know his name and did have his number... she just never felt the need to contact him. He didn't need to know, not with all the shit going in the world, he didn't need her hassling him for child support at a time when they weren't sure what the next day would bring.  So when the day came that she delivered her child, she did so in another motel room with the help of her gang members. After painful hours of contractions, a biker held up a baby boy as he was practicing his battle cry. Mathias had been born with a few toughs of blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes.  

From the moment he was born he was accepted by a family that was not the usual. He had many new fathers to take care of him, uncles and aunts to guide him and a mother to love him more then her own life. 

As Mathias grew up, he spent his childhood on motorcycles and in bars. He learned to fight and hold his own by the age of six. At ten he was winning bets from men across the country in dart games and blackjack. His Uncles and many father figures watching over him like hawks in case someone tried anything. But when he was twelve he was presented with an official jacket with a patch of their gang on the back. 

Whenever they would ride in to a new town people would be surprised to find a child in the middle of a bunch of rough biker types. Kids would be scared of him but he never saw himself as a kid to play with toys, he preferred to play cards and do knife tricks. 

Lukas had been the product of a sweet married couple, his father died when he was an infant due to gang violence, he was gunned down as an innocent by stander. From an early age Lukas had taken care of his mother as she battled her own demons. He grew cold towards the world due to her misery and hate grew towards to any gang that rolled into their town. When he around ten years old he saw the dust in the streets be kicked up by bikers. He glared at them as they made a commotion next to one of the many bars in their dry dessert town.  

Tino and Gunnar were the product of a woman who sold her body to get by... She had become pregnant from one of her clients and had to stop her line of current work due to the children she carried. She carried them for their full term and once she gave birth in the hospital. They told her that she had given birth to twins though their was a down fall to this. One had been bigger and healthier then the other. When she saw her boys she saw that the doctors were right. She had made it clear since they were twins that she wanted to met them at the same time. When they were given to her to hold for the first time... She looked at both of the little blue blankets and saw the difference. One had a breathing tube as he took quick little breaths of air, his eyes not open yet as he struggled to find sleep and the other looked at her with blue eyes as he started to fall asleep as well. She couldn't help but fall in love with them. 

And she did love them for seven years but when they celebrated their seventh birthday... they didn't have her with them. They were living on the street, their mother had overdosed on her special medicine that in her words 'made her happy' but in their eyes it turned her into a monster when she didn't have it. Gunnar had protected his brother from her anger many times but he couldn't always shield him from her. Their small bodies had scars that were now fading but the scares they had on the inside would stay with them forever.