OC Origins: Curtis

Chapter 7: First meeting

Hello my beasties! It is time for another chapter of the origin story of your favorite charming monster! In this chapter,  twelve year-old Curtis will be meeting with his father for the very first time, after an event that changed Curtis's life......

1801, the ward of a London hospital

He woke up, still shaking from the fever. Gasping, he blearily opened his eyes, and regarded the woman in the nurse's uniform who had come by his bed.

"Where am I?" His voice came out in a whispery rasp from not talking for who knows how long.

The woman came over to his bed, a look of concern in her eyes. "Shh... Don't try to talk, you've been sick with the Scarlet fever for several days. You need to save your strength." She began to take care of him, and then a thought came to Curtis.

"My friend, where is she?" Only just now, he had remembered Sam. Where was she? The last time he had remember seeing her, her small body was wracked with fever, and she had seemed barely awake.

You see before, Sam had gotten really sick, real fast. I did everything I could to help her, I brought her food, I did everything I could. But it didn't seem to help, she only got worse and worse as the days went by. I tried to bring her to someone who could help her, but nobody was interested in helping a couple of penniless street kids. It was not long before I began to get sick too. The next time I awoke, I was in a hospital, and Sam was nowhere to be found.

There was untold sadness in the woman's eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry my child. But your friend, she's no longer with us anymore."

A type of steely cold anger settled over Curtis. "You're lying!" He said through gritted teeth. "You're lying, she's fine, she's fine..." But the woman didn't look like she was lying, her face still in an expression of untold sadness.

Curtis leapt out of bed, and the woman tried to stop him, but he dug his nails into her arm, which made her release him. To the cries of protest from the nurse, her took off down the hall, stumbling a little as her ran.

It took a moment, after following the twists and turns of the unfamiliar halls, but he found a room where a young, brown haired girl lay in bed. Her eyes were closed as if she was in a deep sleep, and her face was pale. Curtis came and knelt by her bed, taking her hand.

"Sam, it's me. I'm here now. Wake up." The girl didn't stir, remaining as pale and still as he had when he had first entered. Her hand was so cold, no trace of pulse that her could feel or sense in her body......

"Sam.... Please, wake up. Please....." Tears pricked the corners of his eyes and threatened to fall. She couldn't be dead, she couldn't......

But no matter how hard he begged or pleaded, Sam didn't stir. It wasn't until a while later where the nurse found him, curled up in bed, holding Sam in his arms, and tears still staining his cheeks.

I blamed myself for what happened to Sam for a long while after she was gone. I thought if I only had found her help sooner, if I had protected her better, if I had done something, that she'd still be alive. But you can't change fate, no matter how damn hard you try, and beelive me I've tried....

It was several days after Sam had died, and Curtis heard some of the orderlies talking about him again.

"He's been like this for days now."

"We cannot go on like this!" Another voice cut in. "Half of the time he's lying there like one dead, the other half of the time he attacks anyone who tries to even get near him! Greif has turned his wits, and I cannot stand it anymore!"

Curtis felt a twinge of fear, as he listened there quietly, lying on his bed. They had been talking about things like this for several days now, and he was beginning to worry that they might throw him into Beldam where they sent all the "undesirables", but he knew they wouldn't dare, they seemed to be scared of him.

"Stupid bastards, you should be scared." He whispered to himself. He had been feeling more angry the past few days, and he had took out that anger accordingly on those who whispered about him when they thought he couldn't hear, growling, snarling, clawing, biting.......

There was hurt inside him, hurt that pulsed like a dull ache, something he couldn't forget. It seemed to crush his soul and weigh down heavily on his heart. He cried a lot in secret, when he was sure nobody would hear.

The voices then quieted down, and someone else cut in. The voices then talked for a while, before the door opened, causing Curtis to sit up in surprise.

There was a man standing there, and he looked upon Curtis with warmth, not the disgust he was used to when he lived with Sam on the streets, or the fear in the eyes of the people at this place. He was tall, dressed like a gentleman in a fine suit of pale grey, and carried a gold tipped cane in his other hand. And his eyes.....

They were the same sparking deep green as Curtis's. The man walked over, and sat down in the chair beside the bed. After a moment, he spoke. "I can see that you've been hurting my boy, but I think that I have something that will ease your pain." He gave a small sad smile.

"Who are you?" Curtis responded, his voice nearly a whisper as he regarded this strange man.

The man gave a little chuckle. "Why my boy, I'm your father. I was told to come here and collect you from this vulgar place, and just in time too." Noting Curtis's disbelief, he sighed a little, and then continued.

"Your mother didn't tell you much I imagine. But it's no matter now, I'm here."

"Are you really-" Curtis began, but the man nodded, cutting him off.

"Yes, I am your father. You've got my eyes after all." He smiled, and those green eyes, so akin to Curtis's own pair, twinkled. He pulled Cutis in for a hug, and at long last, father and son finally embraced.

A myriad of emotions washed over Curtis. His father, after all this time, was here, he came, he was here he cared about him........

His father then patted him on the shoulder. "Now let's see about getting you out of here, why don't we? Everyone's expecting you..."

"Where are we going?" Curtis asked, his curiosity deepening. Did he have other family?

His father merely smiled. "To WinterBourne manor of course, our home, and your inheritance...." Curtis began getting ready, gathering his few possesions, but he failed to notice how that when his back was turned, his father's kind smile had quickly turned into something predatory, and how dark his eyes had grown when he turned away, but when he turned back, he had seen nothing.....

How's that for a father-son reunion? All touchy-feely and shit like that? *laughs scornfully* I never expected my father to turn up after being gone for most of my life, the so-called "Monster", was in mine, and he didn't seem like one at all. At least not at first, but woah! Spoiler much? Anyway, let's continue......

Well my beasties, I'm done another chapter! Aww, Curtis met his dad, and his dad doesn't seem like a monster at all! But looks can be deceiving my beasties......

Anyway, next chapter, Curtis will arrive at his new home, and he will meet a few characters in our story, including a sister he never knew he had......

I'll see you soon beasties!