Creed X Quincy

I Need Help.

When Creed was little his dad was the worst man on earth. His mom wasn't any better than he was. He needed her to be there and protect him but she never did. He always resented her for that. I suppose that's why he always vowed to be a better parent that his parents were.

I suppose it's about time you all find out what Creed was like as a teenager. Which means we got to backtrack this story a few years.

Creeds dad called him over so Creed walked over to him. His dad smiled and handed him a pair of gloves. Creed wasn't sure why his dad would hand him gloves. He didn't have any chores to do since he already did them.

"What are these for dad?" He said as he put them on.

"Follow me Creedance. I want to introduce you to my work." He said as walked toward a door with a passcode lock.

Creed followed him over to the door. Creeds dad put in the passcode and opened the door. Creed walked in and then his dad followed. The door shut and Creed was suddenly lifted off the ground and laid down on a metal table and strapped down.

Creeds dad got a scalpel and walked over to him. He first made a small cut on his cheek. Then he made two cuts on his upper arm. With every cut Creed yelled from the pain and by the time it was over tears were falling. Creeds dad sat the scalpel down and got the suture and thread plus he got a alcohol wipe and stitched up each cut but before he did he cleaned them. Creeds dad undid the restraints.

"You're weak just as always. Don't forget don't touch the blood." He said as he walked away.

Creed couldn't move at all. He was paralyzed with the fear of touching any of the blood on the table. Everywhere he looked all he saw was blood.

"Dad! Please help me!" He said as he was trying not to cry from all the fear.

Nobody came into the room until a couple hours later. His dad quickly yanked him off the table. Creed saw that he now had blood on his shirt.

"D.Dad did you bring me a clean shirt?" He said as he was froze standing.

Creeds dad handed him a scrub top. He waited for him to put it on but he didn't do it. Creeds dad sighed and helped him take his top off and carefully helped him put the scrub top on.

"You are so weak. You'll never work for me. Get out of here and go to your mother." He said as he walked to the cells.

Creed walked out to his mom who immediately asked about the cuts. Creed just made up an excuse so she wouldn't question his dad. Thankfully, she believed the excuse.

"Creedance, remember when you told me about seeing those people? I called a psychiatrist to come over and meet with you." She said as she looked toward the passcode locked door.

It was hours later and the psychiatrist was there meeting with Creed. Creeds parents were sitting beside him on the couch and the psychiatrist was across from them in the chair. She had a rude air about her. Creeds dad was immediately interested to see what Creeds reaction to this would be. Creed still was wearing gloves so his hands would be clean of any germs.

"So to start off lets introduce ourselves. My name's Veronica Ray. I see here your name's Creedance Yamako?" She said as she smiled a little.

"Yeah that's right. I'm also a teenager. I'm sixteen to be precise." He said with a sigh.

"I see. Is it okay if I ask some questions?" She said as she wrote something down.

"Yeah, it's what you have to do to find out what's wrong with me." He said as he was looking at her.

"According to what your mom told me you've been having some hallucinations. How long have they been going on?" She said as she was looking at him.

"They've been going on for a while now. It's just simple everyday things though. Like if I'm outside I might see a bird and clouds in the sky that aren't there." He said with no emotional connection to the situation.

"How about those cuts you have. How'd they happen?" She said as wrote down his response to the recent question.

"I can't tell you that. It's meant to be kept a secret." He said and a tinge of emotion showed.

"I see. Was it one of the people you see that did it?" She said as she wrote down the reply.

"No, I just can't say. Like I said it's a secret." Creed was now getting annoyed at all the questions.

"Someone had to stitch them up. There has to be a medical record of the procedure being done. I know Dr.Yamako knows this." She said as she looked at Creeds dad.

Creed got a scalpel from the scrub top that his dad had put in the pocket. He stood up and walked over to the psychiatrist. He quickly slit her throat and froze since there was blood on his hands and the scrub top. His dad didn't want to admit it but he was kind of proud of his son. His son would hopefully someday be just like him.

"Don't worry Creedance I'll get you to the shower." He said as he helped Creed to the shower.

When they got to the shower he turned on the shower and adjusted it to the right temperature. He then helped Creed undress and get into the shower and after that he walked out after taking the scalpel from Creed. Once the blood was off Creed he was okay and took the shower. Creeds dad got rid of the body and vehicle. Then he cleaned up the blood that was on the furniture. Creed finished up the shower and turned off the water. Then he got out and dried off. After that he put on a pair of scrubs his dad set out for him.

Quincy was at home eating dinner. Quincys mom heard a knock on the door and went to answer it. Quincy knew it was a boy from school. He asked him to come over and stay the night so they could study.

"I'll get it mom." Quincy said as he got up from the table and walked over to the door.

Quincy opened the door and the boy walked in. He welcomed him and thanked him for coming over. Since Quincy was finished eating dinner they went up to his room. Quincy closed the door and walked over to his bed.

"Why do you dress so feminine?" The boy asked while he looked at him.

"I dress feminine because I like being feminine. Can we work on math first?" He said changing the subject.

"Can we have some fun first? I'll even pay if you want me too." He said as he showed him the money.

"No, I have my morals." He said as he watched the boy walk over.

The boy kissed him and undressed him. Quincy pushed him away but he went right back to him and kissed him. He also started to stretch him which made Quicy wince from pain. He punched him and yelled for him to get away. Quincy covered himself up with the blanket as his mom ran in.

"Get out of my house right now and if I see you near my son again I'll report you to the police." She said as she glared at the boy.

"Do that if you want just remember my name is James Marcus." He said as he picked up his stuff and left not caring if he had to walk home.

"Are you okay sweetie?" She said as she walked over to Quincy.

"N.No he touched me. I told him no but he still did." He said with tears falling.

"It's okay sweetie. He left here and I don't think you'll have to worry about him again." She said as she moved hair out of his face.