OC Origins: Curtis

Chapter 3: Ignition

Hello my beasties! It's time for another chapter of the origin of your favorite charming monster! In this chapter, we will be leading up to an event that will really set this story into gear! Anyway, let's begin, about two days before Curtis's 7th birthday....

June, 1786, London

Another year had gone by, and now Curtis was approaching his 7th birthday. It had been another year since he had started having the nightmares, but they had begun to get less frequent over time. His Uncle Peter said it was a sign from god, but Curtis didn't really care what his uncle had to say, he was more concerned with other things.

For instance, kicking around his toy, a ragged, rather beat up ball. He didn't have too many friends in the slum where he lived(something to do with him being a "darkie" and a "Bastard child". But he didn't see why it mattered. Wasn't he a kid like them?), but he never really minded being alone too much.  It gave him time away from the stifling place his home was, and away from the arguments that had begun to spring up between his aunt and his mother......

Flashback

"You need to do something Emily." His aunt Margaret begged his mother. "I fear that if this keeps up much longer, Peter might do something rash." Curtis peered in from the other room and watched the scene silently. Lately, his mother and aunt had begun to argue much more, epescally when his uncle was out of the house and at work. Their arguments all seemed

"He won't. He's his nephew for Christ's sake, so I don't believe that he's capable of hurting him despite what he says."  : His mother shot back stubbornly.

Fear glistened in his aunt's brown eyes. "You don't know him like I do Emily, he's bound to do something terrible sooner or later, I know what  he's like." She paused, clenching her fists in fear.

The anger faded off his mother's face and was soon replaced with hopelessness". "Well, what would you have me do?"

His aunt looked around nervously for a moment before she spoke, her already normally meek voice in a whisper. "You could give him over to his father, he's probably looking for him after all, he is his son......" But when she saw the look of  rage forming over his mother's face, she silenced her words.

"You want me to give my child over to the very thing I've been protecting him from? Have you lost your wits?  If  I gave him over to the Winterbourne estate, they'd turn my sweet boy into one of them! I won't have him ending up like his father..."

Then, she noticed Curtis, who had been silently watching the whole scene. "Oh honey, I didn't see you there..." Her tone conveyed she was surprised, but there was something in her eyes akin to terror.....

"Why don't you want me to see my dad? " He asked quizzically. Whatever his mother had been shouting about, was it really so bad that she had to get so angry about it. He knew that he had a father, even if he wasn't there living with him and the rest of his family, but he still felt that he wanted to know  why his father wasn't in his life, or why his mother avoided his questions whenever he tried to ask about him. "Does he live at the Winter place? Can we see him there?"

A look of horror  quickly flashed over his mother's face. She motioned for his aunt to leave the room, and his aunt did so gratefully.

"No my darling, we must never go back to that awful place."

"But why?"

"That place...... Is no place for  a child. If  we stayed there, dreadful things would have happened."

"But wouldn't my dad have loved me? If we stayed, we could be happy, I don't even know his name...