The Prep and Goth War
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,983
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue: The Doom Generation
God\'s precious boy, the 3rd generation was born on a rainy forbidden day; the boy who was named \"it.\"
Aaron Kidd\'s mother died when he was born so he never had the chance to know her. For now he was 7, he began to question his life and past. He had learned his mother had refused to marry his father when she found out she was pregnant with him but why? No matter what his father said, the truth was behind his eyes.
\"Is that you?\"
Father died in 1992 and he didn\'t know whether to feel. He loved abusing his kid as if he was a plant. If his kid passes by the television, the father would grab the nearest object to use to throw at the boy. He would duck easily, despising his tiny body.
\"Oh my god, it\'s fucking you.\"
Looking over his sunglasses, he saw a familiar face. He grunted, walking away as far as he could before he could stop him.
\"Aaron!\"
The dark-haired teenager smirked at the cigarette between the fingers that was offered and without hesitate; he smoked and puffed it for the millionth time in his life.
Aaron\'s father died three days before he even knew he was dead. He spent time being with his gang, not the idiots with \'gangster\' on their shirts. The shit was serious.
Actually, he was more of a raised kid from the st. Th. The gang was where he belonged to and he\'d treat it as if his life depends on them. Nobody said life is easy.
Don\'t worry... it\'s over... he doesn\'t have to hurt you anymore.
What the fuck they\'re talking about? This boy heard this before and he still has no fucking idea what they were talking about. After his father died, he was taken off the street to an adoptive wealthy family with the last name Rose. He grew for another 7 years of his life with a happy couple with three younger children.
\"Hey, Metal, you born without tongue?\"
No... Asshole. Flinching, he stared at his supposed friend. He smirked at him for a moment before he dropped it and gave him a shut-the-fuck-up face.
No doubt, he looked nothing like these children or his newly parents. They all have freckles, flaming red hair with wide blue eyes. They had nothing in common.
For instance, he loves cars and his latest dream cars are a Supra and All-American 1967 Impala SS. He considered his step brothers as the geeks since they liked computer so much.
\"I second the motion to end this meeting...\"
\"Shut up,\" Justin Malando threatened, pointed at him only once with his index finger as a warning. The other finger was occupied and he lifted it to smoke his cigarette.
\"Who said it was a meeting?\"
\"I was joking, you fuck head,\" Zeke said, rolling his eyes slightly.
Zackery Schwartz looked over to Aaron who was standing up from his seat and walked over to explore the room.
\"Don\'t touch it, dude,\" he ordered at Aaron. He made no move as if he was deaf. He deliberately picked of any objects that caught his attention. He put on the dragon ring with sharp blade pointing out. He tested its flexibility.
\"Jesus,\" Zeke mumbled, standing up to grab his object from his hand.
At age 14, pretty much of everything changed. Aaron shis his body for his own amusement. He had gone through with his puberty. The mother of 3 children believed he was sent from hell. He had this contradictory aspect. Outside to the world, he was an innocent angel with good behavior at school, though his grades were declining. At home, he was violent. He neither refused to answer reasonably nor to listen... until he was adopted again, moving into another house.
\"Say who?\" Aaron asked, not looking at him. Instead, he picked another object. Object that was Zeke\'s skull necklace. Zeke noticed at his newly friend. He saw he was about 15 years old, had a thin pale face and dark uncombed hair, which he kept brushing away from his eyes.
Matthew Santasario stared at the silent group and didn\'t know what to say. The spiky black-haired boy lay down on the couch, continuing to smoke and stare at the ceiling. The other six boys stood there, empty-minded.
\"I\'ll see y\'all at school,\" Sydney said rather quickly. He walked out with his friend, Link, following him.
\"Later.\"
\"I\'m really sorry about your bro,\" Zeke said. Corey eventually agreed.
\"Yeah, sorry.\"
\"Shut. Up.\" Justin lifted his arms, palms facing up as if he was going to shrug, \"Fuckers...\"
He crushed his butt into the ashtray that was beside him. He stood up, looking at Aaron who continued exploring strange shaped objects.
\"I need to talk to you.\"
Justin Malando was the leader and well known streetwise of the small town of Cheekawaga. He was a hunk dirty-blonde with small curls on his sideburns and his gray eyes seemed to glow in blue. He traveled to southern Brazil often to see his family and he spoke Spanish expertly. Not Portuguese.
Look like he won\'t stay after all. He had created a problem. His stepbrother, Joshua Davis, was shot near his school just because Joshua was a relative of Justin, who was their rival. Things were too complicated and Justin gave up but whom would he give it to?
Aaron read each word that would never be forgotten:
\"My responsibilities are now yours.\"
In Memory of Joshua Davis
1981-1999.
A year later, he decided to accept, only to do a favor for Justin. On August 21th of 2000, on Joshua\'s first anniversary of his death, he declared he is the leader.
Aaron Kidd\'s mother died when he was born so he never had the chance to know her. For now he was 7, he began to question his life and past. He had learned his mother had refused to marry his father when she found out she was pregnant with him but why? No matter what his father said, the truth was behind his eyes.
\"Is that you?\"
Father died in 1992 and he didn\'t know whether to feel. He loved abusing his kid as if he was a plant. If his kid passes by the television, the father would grab the nearest object to use to throw at the boy. He would duck easily, despising his tiny body.
\"Oh my god, it\'s fucking you.\"
Looking over his sunglasses, he saw a familiar face. He grunted, walking away as far as he could before he could stop him.
\"Aaron!\"
The dark-haired teenager smirked at the cigarette between the fingers that was offered and without hesitate; he smoked and puffed it for the millionth time in his life.
Aaron\'s father died three days before he even knew he was dead. He spent time being with his gang, not the idiots with \'gangster\' on their shirts. The shit was serious.
Actually, he was more of a raised kid from the st. Th. The gang was where he belonged to and he\'d treat it as if his life depends on them. Nobody said life is easy.
Don\'t worry... it\'s over... he doesn\'t have to hurt you anymore.
What the fuck they\'re talking about? This boy heard this before and he still has no fucking idea what they were talking about. After his father died, he was taken off the street to an adoptive wealthy family with the last name Rose. He grew for another 7 years of his life with a happy couple with three younger children.
\"Hey, Metal, you born without tongue?\"
No... Asshole. Flinching, he stared at his supposed friend. He smirked at him for a moment before he dropped it and gave him a shut-the-fuck-up face.
No doubt, he looked nothing like these children or his newly parents. They all have freckles, flaming red hair with wide blue eyes. They had nothing in common.
For instance, he loves cars and his latest dream cars are a Supra and All-American 1967 Impala SS. He considered his step brothers as the geeks since they liked computer so much.
\"I second the motion to end this meeting...\"
\"Shut up,\" Justin Malando threatened, pointed at him only once with his index finger as a warning. The other finger was occupied and he lifted it to smoke his cigarette.
\"Who said it was a meeting?\"
\"I was joking, you fuck head,\" Zeke said, rolling his eyes slightly.
Zackery Schwartz looked over to Aaron who was standing up from his seat and walked over to explore the room.
\"Don\'t touch it, dude,\" he ordered at Aaron. He made no move as if he was deaf. He deliberately picked of any objects that caught his attention. He put on the dragon ring with sharp blade pointing out. He tested its flexibility.
\"Jesus,\" Zeke mumbled, standing up to grab his object from his hand.
At age 14, pretty much of everything changed. Aaron shis his body for his own amusement. He had gone through with his puberty. The mother of 3 children believed he was sent from hell. He had this contradictory aspect. Outside to the world, he was an innocent angel with good behavior at school, though his grades were declining. At home, he was violent. He neither refused to answer reasonably nor to listen... until he was adopted again, moving into another house.
\"Say who?\" Aaron asked, not looking at him. Instead, he picked another object. Object that was Zeke\'s skull necklace. Zeke noticed at his newly friend. He saw he was about 15 years old, had a thin pale face and dark uncombed hair, which he kept brushing away from his eyes.
Matthew Santasario stared at the silent group and didn\'t know what to say. The spiky black-haired boy lay down on the couch, continuing to smoke and stare at the ceiling. The other six boys stood there, empty-minded.
\"I\'ll see y\'all at school,\" Sydney said rather quickly. He walked out with his friend, Link, following him.
\"Later.\"
\"I\'m really sorry about your bro,\" Zeke said. Corey eventually agreed.
\"Yeah, sorry.\"
\"Shut. Up.\" Justin lifted his arms, palms facing up as if he was going to shrug, \"Fuckers...\"
He crushed his butt into the ashtray that was beside him. He stood up, looking at Aaron who continued exploring strange shaped objects.
\"I need to talk to you.\"
Justin Malando was the leader and well known streetwise of the small town of Cheekawaga. He was a hunk dirty-blonde with small curls on his sideburns and his gray eyes seemed to glow in blue. He traveled to southern Brazil often to see his family and he spoke Spanish expertly. Not Portuguese.
Look like he won\'t stay after all. He had created a problem. His stepbrother, Joshua Davis, was shot near his school just because Joshua was a relative of Justin, who was their rival. Things were too complicated and Justin gave up but whom would he give it to?
Aaron read each word that would never be forgotten:
\"My responsibilities are now yours.\"
In Memory of Joshua Davis
1981-1999.
A year later, he decided to accept, only to do a favor for Justin. On August 21th of 2000, on Joshua\'s first anniversary of his death, he declared he is the leader.