Knave of Heaven and Earth

Chapter Two: Encounter

Aitken's POV

Pain...

I can feel every punch and kick my 'father' throw at me. Didn't even know if he's my real father or not. Every punch or kick he give me, I seem to feel numb about it. I guess I'm too beat up to feel any pain right now, but that didn't stop my body to have a reflex on the stimulus. I jerk, I spit blood, I wince, I struggle to breathe, I produce pained sounds and I even tear up. That surprised me.

"You fucking freak! Why don't you just die! Fucking! Freak!", he yelled while kicking me in the stomach as I curl on the ground as a reflex. He's drunk. He always is. I would find it weird if he isn't. Does that makes sense?

It's funny how I can see what he does to me even though my face is wet from the tears that slipped through my eyes. Even though he beat the crap out of me, it seems that I can even narrate what's happening to me if I were to tell a story. If that is true, this story will be a tragic one.

At the back of my mind, there's something telling me to fight back and kill this damned bastard of a 'father'. I knew to my self I can do that. I can feel the power within me. I know I am special, not normal, I'm not a human. I knew that when I was in highschool, I remember well that day too...

~|§|~

It was Friday afternoon, just the end of class.

I noticed someone on my locker, leaning against it. It was Jeremy, a friend of mine. He's just your regular guy, average amongst average. He didn't have anything on him that stands out or make him get attention. I liked him because of that.

He turned to me then smiled, if I were more mature that day I would surely notice something on that smile. The idiot me returned the smile then walk towards him, to my locker. "Hey, I was wondering if you can go together with me, with my friends for some party we will have.", He said as I opened my locker and place my things there.

"I don't know Jeremy, my 'father' may get mad at me for being late.", I said before closing my locker. I am very sure that he will beat me again for something like that. It's like everyday he fucking punch and kick me.

"Come on Aitken, It's just a small party. It will not take so much time. Besides, isn't normal for us to go to parties once in a while?", He asked and I thought. Of course your idiot son of a bitch, that's me, nodded thinking it is normal, average for a teenager. Well, it is normal to come celebrate, I just can't find myself rejecting doing something normal. I think I have a complex for having a normal life, is there such a thing?

"Come, I'll bring you with me.", He beamed that smile again. Then grabbed my hand and pulled me to the school's parking lot. There sits his secondhand truck. He drove the truck away after we hopped on into it.

The travel was a twenty minute drive into somewhere I don't recognize. Maybe, I just don't recognize the place because I have never had the pleasure to explore this small town.

We parked beside the two other vehicles which, maybe, belonged to Jeremy's friends. For some reason that day, I didn't feel nervous nor anxious nor even fear. I thought I became retarded.

"Here we are.", Jeremy mumbled then got out of the truck, I did the same. As I was about to get my backpack when he stopped me. "You can leave that there Aitken. No one's gonna steal homework and notes.", He joked. I chuckled at that.

He started to lead the way into the woods then I followed him behind. Not too close and not too far, just enough. I was contemplating to ask if it is normal to have a 'party' into the woods, I asked either way.