Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
a small yawn escaped his lips as he set his things in his locker. it was a typical monday morning. or at least he thought it was going to be. he sat half way through his math lesson when he was called out of the room. he wasn't sure what was going on.
as soon as he heard his name elliott hide his true reaction. which was none. he didn't care one bit that his brother had passed out. of course he feigned concern. they just wanted to let him and his other siblings know what was going on. like he cared. what a brat. he could already tell his day was going to get worse.
they also mentioned that they called their parents and they would be coming. he nodded and head back to class. rolling his eyes. what a waste of time. why did he need to know if his parents were coming. he sighed and headed back to his seat. lord only knows how his parents are going to react...again. why was he always causing trouble. all he wanted was to have peace and quiet, but that wasn't going to happen today.
eventually classes ended and he dropped off books he didn't need and the rest he stuffed them in his bag before heading off to catch the bus home. he couldn't help, but look for that idiot on the bus. had he gone home with his parents? he sat down in an empty seat, opened a book and waited for the ride home.
It all went dark again, that dizzy sensation, then the sudden blackness. Silently, Lachlan laid on his side on the white sheets of the nurse's table, listening to her fingers clack against the keys of her keyboard. Another report on what occurred and a warning to the teachers and students about his delicate medical condition. There was the subtle ticking of a clock, counting down for the inevitable conversation between the nurse and the principal on whether he would return to class or be sent home. Only moments afterwards, teachers would have been contacted, requesting to inform his siblings over the situation; he wished they would remain hush whenever he fainted. Nervous breaths shakily escaped his mouth, waiting for the inevitable verdict he was bound to be provided; the command to send him home instead of allowing him to proceed with classes. Eventually, Lachlan began anxiously chewing his lower lip, the quiet becoming agonizing as he waited on the bed. There would be repercussions, he was expected to cease the abrupt fainting.
Unfortunately, stopping the fainting episodes was impossible on account of the numerous sleepless nights, the young teen falling victim to his insomnia. Long nights spent lying awake or spending hours working on upcoming projects in hopes of finishing them early, but rarely did these evening contain actual sleeping. Even attempting rest resulted in Lachlan thoughts pondering the hopelessness in his life, reminding him of how he burdened his parents and siblings; why else would they torture him? Compared to his siblings, he was weak, unable to accomplish anything to his parent's delight, unlike his older siblings who gained their attention more frequently. Ultimately, it caused the young teen to abuse his body, oftentimes forcing his body to keep moving throughout the seemingly endless nights until morning arrived. He gained the habit of consuming coffee or tea every morning, allowing the caffeine to assist him through the mistreatment, then would head to school once the time arrived. Then, there were mornings like this where he pushed his body too far and was forced to face the consequences.
A large project was due near the end of the week, thus Lachlan spent entire nights, ambitiously pouring every drop of effort into the display. Additional information, unique transitions, videos, massive descriptions and a lengthy page of resources resulted in an impressive display for the young teen's project but left no opportunities for rest. It was during his trip to the following class the blond began getting dizzy, even stumbling to a degree, but instead of sparing a moment to rest, he pushed forward. The school was the only place he could receive compliments, teachers oftentimes admiring his work ethic and providing him with excellent marks. Only a few steps into the classroom did the dizziness overwhelm him, everything suddenly turning black, his body having collapsed to the floor. The procedures occurred shortly afterwards, Lachlan awaking to the teacher requesting somebody to get the nurse, the simple questions to make certain he could focus before the nurse arrived and he was escorted to her office. It felt like a theatre rehearsal with how smoothly everything transgressed, the blond ending up on the nurse's cot a few moments later, waiting.
Silence ensued the room a few moments later, the nurse finishing her report before leaning back in the chair. The familiar creak of movement echoed through the room, Lachlan deciding to remain quiet. There were no words that needed to be exchanged, the nurse already becoming familiar with the protocol for his fainting episodes, lectures even being spared because it became a waste of breath. After a few minutes, the door creaked open, the sound of rolling wheels against the tiled floor managing to be heard through the quiet office.
"Nurse Renferd, perhaps we could discuss this outside," requested a female voice, the principal.
After a few moments, the chair creaked as the nurse moved to exit the room, the door clicking closed behind them. A soft sigh escaped Lachlan's mouth, the young teen adjusting himself, turning to view the remainder of the room. He felt ashamed for recklessly disregarding his body's signals for a break, but sleep itself was a frightening action to accomplish. There was too much time to ponder about the negatives of life, thus the blond distracted himself with work to avoid the sorrowful thoughts. The teen held his breath, hearing his heart thud against his sternum as he attempted to listen through the closed door at the conversation between the nurse and principal. He prayed the Lord would grant him mercy and allow him to simply return to class instead of being sent home with his parents; they never listened to his opinion anymore. They already knew Lachlan would insist to stay throughout the day, but they never granted it after the first time... Fainting twice in a single day left the school system hesitant to even provide him with a choice on whether he could stay or not. Minutes passed, the ticking of the clock becoming a mockery to the young teen.
Time passed agonizingly slow, Lachlan staring directly at the door, waiting for the nurse to return in her office to provide her verdict. The soft giggling of the knob followed by the squeak of the hinges heralded the nurse's entrance, the blond staring directly at her. There was a solemn countenance on her face, her blue eyes eventually landing onto the young student in her care before shaking her head, no. A grimace was Lachlan's reaction to the verdict as he shamefully glanced towards the floor, nerves tearing him apart over the eventual meeting between his parents and himself. They would be called shortly after the discussion, one of them expected to come and retrieve him from school and return him home safely.
"Lachlan, you will be returning home, and I expect you to get a doctor's appointment," the nurse spoke, breaking the silence. "You can't keep coming to school and fainting like this, it is horrible for your health. A doctor can at least recommend you medication and diagnose the problem. Taking a few days off could be an excellent idea, I swear, each morning I hear about you coming in with bags under your eyes."
A sigh punctuated her words, the nurse returning to her office chair while Lachlan resigned himself to silence. These trips were growing frequent, but the chances of receiving a doctor's appointment were unlikely. Already, the blond could hear the vicious words of his parents as they insisted he was to blame for these fainting episodes. The medical conditions plaguing him would be ignored, the young teen returning to loathe himself for his weak nature. Minutes proceeded to pass in silence, the nurse performing her usual duties while Lachlan silently laid on the cot. Eventually, there was a rapping on the nurse's door, the woman leaving to answer. The door was swung wide open, revealing both his mother and father, resulting in Lachlan shrinking back in the cot; why were both here?! Another request was made to speak outside, the trio leaving and closing the door, the young student being forced to silently await the consequences of his reckless behaviour. Outside the door, the blond already knew the theatre performance had begun, his parents wearing their masks of concern while they spoke about their precious son who unfortunately fainted again.
After a few minutes, the door was opened, Lachlan being beckoned from the cot by the nurse. Hesitantly, the blond lifted himself from the comfortable white sheets and slowly shuffled towards the door. Once beyond the threshold of the nurse's office, Lachlan stared up towards his parents, providing them with a weak, nervous smile.
"As I told Lachlan here, I believe it would be best to perhaps book him a doctor's appointment. This fainting has gotten out of control," the nurse informed his parents.
There was a single solemn nod from his father, the man answering shortly afterwards, "We will be certain to do that."
Once the conversation was completed, the nurse closed the doors to her office while his parents lead him away. Slowly, Lachlan shuffled behind them, following them through the halls of the school and out to the main parking lot. He opened the back door of the family van, taking a seat behind his mother; she never wanted to look at him anyways. His father entered the driver's side, shifting the vehicle into gear and pulling out of the school parking lot. A sigh exited his mouth once they exited the parking lot, his father gazing at him through the rearview mirror.
"Lachlan, I thought we agreed you were going to improve your health," he stated. "When we get home, you are to head straight to your room to rest. You will stay home for the rest of the week, understood?"
Every word stated by Lachlan's father had authority to it, demanding respect and attention, which was expected from a lawyer. The blond glanced away from the rearview mirror, unable to meet those stern eyes as he prepared to answer.
"Understood..." Lachlan murmured quietly.
Afterwards, the young teen's eyes gazed out the window, watching as they drove further away from the school. His eyes remained fixated on the outside world, Lachlan watching the world pass by until they finally arrived home. As expected, the blond released his seatbelt, grabbing his backpack, closing the car door behind him before shuffling towards the door. The teen glanced back to the vehicle, watching as his parents pulled away from the curve, likely planning to return to work rather than stay home with their son. The blond entered the house, listening to his father's command and heading to his room for some rest. Hours passed, Lachlan sighing as he failed to lose consciousness and enter the world of dreams. There was a pang of hunger in the teen's stomach, the blond leaving his bed to make himself a sandwich. A quick glance at the time revealed to Lachlan that his siblings would be home shortly... how unfortunate...
notes Sorry, went overboard because I love describing Lachlan's emotions. x.x Gives me a real feel for the character, and since this was related to information about his fainting, I figured it would be worth the time to give my post more detail.
he had made the assumption that his parents were going to take lochness home. it seemed he was right. he had gotten on the bus and scanned the seats. he didn't see any signs of him. as soon as he found an empty seats towards the back he shrugged his backpack off and sat down.
it had seemed like an eternity. things had been going pretty decently, well up until lochness fainted. he feigned concern, even went as far as asking if he should go see him. he was told he could if he wanted. though he wished for a different answer. the long they talked the more irritated he got. he just wanted to go back to his stupid class and get the day over with. elli mentioned stopping by to see him after class.
of course he wasn't going to go see that idiot. though that didn't stop some teachers asking if things were alright with that dweeb. he put on another face for the teachers. until eventually one of them suggested he pick up lachlan's homework. he cringed at the thought and mentioned that he had no idea who all his teachers were. he thought that would solve the problem, but no. this teacher was persistent.
like hell he was going to take time out of his busy schedule to gather that idiots work. he should of thought about that before he left. he turned away from the teacher and frowned. he hated getting dragged into things. they had suggested he ask the office. of he he went, after all that teacher was still watching his every move. he at least convinced the secretary to have the teachers submit their assignments to her and he would pick them up at the end of the day.
leaving the office a bit confused by his actions. he really hadn't planned on going through with them at the time.
the ride home usually consisted of him popping in his earbuds to drown the annoying chatter and reading a book. he frowned at the folder with lachlan's name on it in his bag when he rummaged around until he found his book. that boy would owe him for sure.
eventually the bus came to a stop. he recognized the house as his own and like usual there were no cars there. his parents wouldn't be home for another few hours. he was the last to get off the bus. everyone scurried off to the house and he made his way slowly. things around here were better now that his older brother had left the house. though it highly annoyed elli when he would drop in.
he opened the front door and wiped his feet on the door mat. kicking off his shoes and carrying them to his room. his mother was such a neat freak. she hated seeing their belongs outside of their room. he eyed lachlan's door as he walked by. debating whether or not to hand him the stupid folder. eventually he dropped his things off in his room and decided to bring the folder out. he'd leave it on the kitchen table. no way was he going to personally hand it over to him. he's lucky elli even shoved the stupid thing his backpack. with the folder tucked under his arm he headed to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water.
he frowned when he caught sight of him. couldn't he have peace and quiet for even a minute."here."elli said with a sigh of irritation and not bothering to explain the folder he dropped on the table.
Haste entered Lachlan's actions as he proceeded to make his sandwich, hoping to complete the compiling of food before his siblings slipped inside. Unfortunately, after the circumstances of his fainting, the young blond found difficulty in maintaining a quick pace as he pieced together his late lunch. There was a vague dizziness as he struggled to keep his motions steady and forced himself to keep moving. The mockery, abuse and whatever else that could occur because they entered the house was unnecessary. They would know what happened at school, probably going lengths to bother him further over the notion of him failing to last through the day again. Merciless tormentors were the title Lachlan would provide his older siblings.
Inside their home, the blond teen believed there was an absence of affection towards him. The intellectual knew everybody in his family hated him, which was evident by the manner they treated him. He was worthless, thus Lachlan believed he deserved every ounce of anger they could muster. Whenever the abuse began, the blond became too frightened to attempt to stand up for himself since who would listen? The public knew his father to be an excellent lawyer, a man of justice and his mother was the sorrowful victim of rape. However, the young spawn of the vicious crime received neglect and abuse at every turn, nobody was the wiser to the punishments he received. The masked expression his parents displayed whenever they referred to him were merely ploys to avoid suspicion. While escape could eventually arrive, there remained plenty of time to survive through his nightmarish family.
On top of a ceramic plate sat a simple ham and cheese sandwich, something that could be speedily prepared and consumed even during these dire situations. The remainders of the ingredients were properly wrapped before being placed into the thread, the blond's nerves peeking as time proceeded; each passing minute was another until his unfortunate interaction with his siblings. There were some possibly away for extra-curricular activities or perhaps deciding to spend some additional time with friends before heading home, but Lachlan was nonetheless frightened over the notion of them arriving home. Today, dealing with abuse or harsh mockery would be a burden on his mind, especially after already proving his weakness by fainting earlier. While Lachlan proceeded to place the ingredients back into the fridge, he heard the loud slamming of the front door. The blond jumped, releasing a squeak of surprise and quickly proceeded to shove everything in the fridge recklessly.
There was a prayer that whichever sibling returned home would decide to immediately head towards their room or go watch TV, sparing him from their cruelty. Before Lachlan gained the opportunity to storm down the hallway with his food and escape his siblings, footsteps entered the room. The blond glanced back towards his older brother, quickly recognizing Elliott with his backpack. A folder was retrieved, the papers dropped onto the table with a quiet smack as his brother spoke. An eyebrow was lifted to the strange action, Lachlan hesitantly moving closer, a pale hand reaching to open the folder. Instantly, the blond's eyes widened as he recognized the following worksheets and class projects to arrive; he would not be starved of schoolwork. Hastily, the folder was snatched up and held close with the blond's open hand. Schoolwork could keep him up for nights, allowing him to avoid the cruel act of sleep.
"You... you brought this back for me?" Lachlan mumbled. "Why would you do that?"
There was a genuine curiosity to the blond's tone as he provided his older brother with an inquisitive expression. Rarely would Lachlan be provided with generosity; he would sooner believe his siblings destroyed his work rather than returned it to him. For the instance, the young teen could appreciate Elliott for bringing his work and providing it to him, even if the words stated were void of true kindness. While the blond awaited an answer, thoughts swirled about how he would go about the recently given projects in hopes of maintaining a perfect grade.
it had seemed the others had stayed back at school. that was fine with him. he hoped for at least an hour of peace and quiet. he wasn't sure if he could say he loved his family. his sister perhaps, she was the only one that seemed to have any common sense. the others he could do without, especially uri. he wasn't sure why he upset him so. truth be told, he knew exactly why he found uri so irritating. he was the golden child. everyone is suppose to kiss the ground he walks on. elli would have no part in it.
of course he wouldn't have the whole house to himself. lochness would be there. then again that kid would hopefully be stuck in his room. it all he ever did as soon as he got home. though the only times he would have to see him is if they had meals together.
he had kicked his shoes off and dropped his things on his bed. making sure to get that stupid folder out. he really hadn't planned on handing the folder to him directly. he was going to leave it for him to find. it would of been easier had he not known that elli was the one to do this. he wanted to avoid questions at all cost. even he had surprised himself at the action.
he had no sooner dropped the work on the table than lochness started questioning his motives. even he knew it was out of the ordinary. elli could start to feel his face get warm. he had a good reason. he put a frown on his face and crossed his arms."don't get all excited."he started with a shake of his head."i didn't do it for you. you're the last thing on my mind."he continued with a sigh."stupid teachers. that's why. if i would of said no that would of raised suspicion."
The folder was clenched tightly against Lachlan’s arm and chest. These sheets and assignments would become the direction of his attention after he finished eating. He already made the sandwich, thus leaving it to eventually rot sounded horrible. Work could easily distract him, but the young boy found disdain towards wasted food. Worksheets and projects allowed him to remain locked away in his room for long hours to avoid interaction from his family. The plate was placed onto the kitchen table as the blond opened the folder slightly to check through the various worksheets. There were sheets from a majority of his classes, including simple readings and actual work. The amount of work provided was a perfect distraction for while he was at home, the over-achiever already formulating plans for some assignments. There was hope that perhaps he could finally gain a shred of positive attention from his family, but his hopes were shattered. Why would anyone treat him with kindness unless it was to avoid suspicion?
Everything Elliott said was sensible considering his family’s hatred for him. A frown dragged the corners of Lachlan’s lips down. The folder was closed and held close, at least his teachers cared enough to gather his work and give it to Elliott. Well there was evidence of his teacher’s caring, Lachlan found sorrow weighing heavily in his heart. The teachers merely cared about the assignments being accomplished; they were excellent examples because of his need to achieve. There was probably no reason for people to provide him with affection, everyone loathed him, including himself.
“Yeah… of course… to avoid suspicion,” Lachlan mumbled half-heartedly. “... Thanks… I guess. What are you going to do now?”
There was a faint queasy feeling in Lachlan’s stomach as he glanced at Elliott before returning his gaze to the table. The blond was anxious about possibly receiving abuse because of his stupidity; he failed to fix the fainting issue. As usual, Lachlan expected harsh words from his brother; his siblings never treated him with kindness. He was a devil spawn, birthed by the sin of a villainous man taking advantage of his unfortunate mother. According to his family, he existed to be a punching bag because of those vile genes that tainted his body. He was different from his siblings and never dubbed a true Fraiser due to the circumstances of his conceiving; he merely bore the name, but lacked the precious blood that bound him. Fraiser was a name provided because his parents displayed the tiniest shred of kindness and a massive respect to the Bible, otherwise, he could only imagine the merciful fate he could have been provided.
why was he still standing there. he had completed his task, dropping off the assignments to his brother. no, to the devil spawn. elliott hadn't refered to lochness in brother in a long time, even though the mistaken had happened inside his own head.
how had fear turned into hatred. his father had told them, that the child that their mother was having was from the devil. he had been so young and couldn't completely understand what was being said. he imagined a monster. red skin, horns and a tail. yet when the baby had arrived he was not red and there were no horns or tail in sight. had his father lied? surely not? his parents never lied.
elliott always had his doubts, but who was he to go against the wishes of his parents. just because lachlan was punished, that didn't mean if they ever stepped out of line they wouldn't receive the same punishment. elliott learned that one fateful day. he was always the curious kind. asking questions, sometimes questions that shouldn't be asked. his mother had smacked him. he was stunned and when he came to his senses he was angry, but not with her. it wasn't his fault it was lochness. it was always his fault.
he avoided the pest as much as possible and when he got in his way he was just like the rest and shoved him aside. anything went wrong there was always one person to blame. it had been that way for so long.
elliott didn't blame the kid for questioning his motives. elliott knew they were just as damned as he was. the words to forgive your enemies always stuck with him. finding them contradictory with honoring your parents. which was the correct thing to do? he learned to keep this things to himself. if he wanted to be praised by his parents he had to do what they wanted. though lately he's been feeling indifferent to their praises. not that they seemed to notice how well he was doing in school. it was always uri this and uri that.
he had been so wrapped up in his thoughts he had forgotten what he was doing. lochness speaking brought him back. he simply shrugged at the words of thanks."seriously don't mention it and don't expect it will happen again."he said with a frown. he honestly hoped it didn't. perhaps another sibling would be pegged with the task. thought about demanding something from the kid, but he didn't really need or want anything from him.
his question caught him by surprise."what do you care?"he quickly shot out. he had dropped of his things in his room, but even he wasn't sure what do first. he did have a couple of assignments to finish, nothing that couldn't be done in an hour or so."im going to watch tv, so keep it down."he said after a few minutes before turning away. only to look back and swipe his plate."thanks for the sandwich."he said as he took a bite and walked towards the living room. he should of just gone back to his room. he wasn't sure why he stole the sandwich, he wasn't even that hungry.
Compared to the other Fraisers, Lachlan was a mere servant to be shoved, abused and generally mistreated. Those of direct blood were treated with excellent, although, provided high expectations. Then when the notions arrived in Lachlan, those expectations were magnified should he desire any dosage of positive attention. The amount of effort placed into his assignments allowed for pristine, outstanding grades his teachers stated any parent should be beyond proud of, yet, he only received a raised eyebrow and an expression of pleasant surprise. Compliments appeared to be impossible for his parents to muster whenever it arrived at him, the young devil spawn of an evil man. Possessing the man’s blood appeared to be the young child’s crime, the blond already placed in the cell of his room with little freedom. There were several incidents where Lachlan attempted to escape his horrendous life, but instead, he would be found and punished for the choice. They would notice his absence, the effort they placed into searching being questionable, but the police always found him and brought him back to the torturous prison.
After some feigned worried comments, the curtains would close and Lachlan would be punished for his desire to run away for a better life. Alas, his blood related him to a horrible criminal who defiled his mother, thus this punishment was justifiable… right? There were moments where Lachlan dabbled into pondering whether or not his treatment was fair; perhaps it was a method to release pent-up anger over what happened to his mother. Either way, after the intense mistreatment, Lachlan shortly found himself fretting over the notion of a single page being removed from his folder. There was no reason for Elliott to simply provide him with his worksheets without possible repercussions for being problematic from his fainting episode. Despite wanting to get started, the folder was flipped open again as Lachlan looked through each worksheet and scrutinized it for familiarity while comparing to his lessons. Everything appeared to be in order, but after years of abuse, the blond was hesitant to believe this was everything he needed to accomplish for the next few days. Certainly, something was missing, right? His brother who assisted in the malicious torture could not have merely given him everything he required to maintain his pristine marks.
Unfortunately, based on Elliott’s reaction to accomplishing the kindly deed, he was not keen on discussing it; his brother did make it obvious it was the teacher’s choice and not his own. The suspicions about his brother possibly taking a sheet of paper out increased the longer they spoke. After a mere few moments of pondering did his sandwich get ferried away, Elliott deciding he wanted the hastily prepared lunch.
The folder was snapped shut as Lachlan shouted, “Hey!”
There was a brief moment where the blond reached for his stolen food but paused. Attempting to take his sandwich back would possibly cause problems considering Elliott had permission to pummel him if he wanted to. Once Elliott retreated to the living room, Lachlan walked towards his room and plopped the folder onto the old wooden desk. An anxious pause transcended over the blond as he opened the folder again, fretting over the notion of an assignment missing as a cruel punishment for fainting. He could already imagine the disappointed countenance of a teacher as they noticed the missing assignment. The amount of attention he got would be thrown out, he presumed, since he failed an entire assignment. Schoolwork at least provided him with shreds of positive attention from impressed teachers. Slowly, Lachlan left his room, closing the door behind him as he crept to the living room where Elliott watched television. Once in the living room, the blond glanced curiously towards his brother.
“Um… Elliott… you got all my assignments right? … Nothing is forgotten,” Lachlan inquired quietly.
A fragile grin touched Lachlan’s face as he attempted to portray himself as pleasant in hopes of getting the answers he needed. Failing school was not an option, considering it was the only location to provide pleasant memories.
if he had to think about it, elliott believed this was the longest conversation they have had in a long time. also the longest time since elliott hadn't struck lachlan. he couldn't explain it, but he felt guilty if he actually went out of his way and hit him enough to leave a mark or leave a scratch on him.
if anything elliott would shove him out of his way. or punch his shoulder, again not hard enough to leave a mark. violence didn't excite him as much as the others. elliott wasn't an angel by any means. when he refused to mark the boy, that didn't mean elliott wouldn't hurl hurtful words at him. he knew words had a lasting effect. bruises and broken bones would heal over time, but there was that constant reminder that you are not good enough. once words were said they remained with you for a long time.
elliott was done with this conversation. what he should of done was locked himself in his room. last thing he needed was the others to find them being all friendly. even if that really wasn't the case. he had told him not to mention it and he meant it. he stole the sandwich just because. he didn't want lochness thinking he made amends. or that he was going to be nice to him all the time.
he had learned that lesson. nothing good ever comes out of helping him. yet here he was doing just that. he had been distracted and elliott too his chance. he head towards the living room and flipped through the channels before finding something decent to watch. he had told lochness he wanted quiet, but after a few minutes there he was again. elliott sighed."what do you want? i thought i told you to leave me alone."he said without looking. the sandwich that he had taken sitting on the coffee table untouched. except for that one initial bite. he was certain lochness wouldn't take it back.
elliott feigned hurt."dear brother, how could you think me capable of something so mean."he said before laughing."whatever the teachers put in there is what you got."he told him with a look of annoyance."i didn't touch your work."for once in his life he wasn't lying. he would never admit this to him, but elliott was rather impressed on how hard lochness worked. elliott understood how important the assignments were to him. it's not like he had any friends. what else did he have, but his education.
he frowned once more. though it was more at himself. was he feeling sorry for this devil child?
Education was the key for numerous doors, Lachlan being plenty aware in his early research for adequate colleges and universities. He doubts his parents would support his endeavours into furthering his education to obtain a well-paying job; especially considering he desired to travel to a school outside of the country. The far travel was a hopeful chance to finally escape the clutches of his family and never see their sinister faces again. The perpetual torture would cease alongside the hateful words designed to break him into sorrow; he would finally be granted his freedom. While Lachlan doubted his life would drastically improve considering he would have to deal with his plethora of mistakes, the callous remarks from his family would disappear entirely. All connections would be permanently dropped to avoid hearing those dastardly words; to make the unbearable pain vanish. The bruises and cuts never bothered him much, but being informed about his worthless, pathetic existent resulted in the true damage. There were moments he wished he could magically zap out of existence to avoid the pain and torment inflicted by his family.
Entering the living room to assure every ounce of his work was provided was difficult for Lachlan considering his situation. The living room was frequently referred to as forbidden ground for the young blond. He rarely crossed the threshold, usually only watching the television when nobody was home, otherwise, he avoided it. There were numerous instances where he found his siblings or family inside, enjoying the television only to pause a moment and snap at him. Fortunately, only Elliott appeared to be home and tended to be one of the less violent among his siblings, although, he still spouted hateful words. While they certainly lacked any positivity to their relationship, Lachlan was more inclined to muster up bravery and inquire about the folder to Elliott opposed to anyone else. After years of abuse and studying his own treatment, the young blond could easily deduce who he faired better against in conversing for information. A quick glance was taken over the condition of the living room, the light-haired teen noticing his sandwich with only a single bite. He held a sigh on his tongue, keeping himself quiet while he waited for Elliott to respond to his questions.
There was a wince in response to his brother's momentary facade, the young blond feared the notion of offending Elliott and possibly facing punishment. Mild relief flowed through Lachlan when his brother began chuckling and stated everything in the folder was provided by the teachers and he touched nothing.
"Y-you sure?" He stuttered out.
Confronting any member inside his family was gut wrenching for the young blond because they possessed the freedom to generally abuse him. There was never freedom or safety inside the Fraiser home for the youngest son, his tainted blood assured him of it. A despicable man violated his mothers privacy, forcing her to carry the devil spawn she never wanted. Only her vows to her religion allowed for Lachlan to be born, but he nonetheless faced torment from his family daily.
and yet the child persisted. elliott was doing his best to ignore him though it really wasn't working. he sighed and wished he had gone to his room instead of the living room where there was so much open space and not a door to close and lock. not that it would be hard for him to shove lochness out of the way and head to his room.
though honestly there was no need for that if there wasn't an audience. it was all for show, just so he wouldn't be deemed weak or that he pitied the devil spawn. the last thing he needed was everyone thinking he was on his side. hell would freeze over before that would happen.
how many times did he have to tell him that everything in that folder was all that was given to him. he tore his gaze from the television, not that he really had been paying attention in the first place. he stared at lochness and frowned."d-do you want to check my bag?"elliott mocked him. of course he was only joking, there was no way in hell he would let lochness into his bag, let alone his room.
"how long are you going to keep asking?"he questioned the blond."you know it really hurts that you don't trust me. we both know i shouldn't even of done you this special favor. maybe i should take it back."he challenged as he stood up."maybe i should go get that folder and show you that nothing is missing."he said with a fake smile. of course he hadn't touched anything inside. he was simply the messenger and he had delivered the package. sure he could of gotten rid of it before he even got to the house, but he didn't.
elliott started to move out of the living room, whether he was actually going to go through with his little plan was to be seen. he honestly hoped that lochness would just leave him alone and stop questioning him. then again could he blame him? he was living in a house with no one he could trust. had elliott been in his shoes he would of been questioning the contents of that folder as well.
Trust was a difficult thing for Lachlan to lend to his siblings, especially considering the mental and physical torture inflicted on him mercilessly. The constant abuse alongside the generally loathing his family displayed to him; he even started absolutely despising himself as a result. He was a physically weak, pathetic and lonely individual, hated by all because he was the spawn of a horrible man who invaded his mother's privacy through vile, illegal acts. There were no proper reasons for others to find his company pleasant considering the circumstances of his birth and pathetic nature. While Lachlan was not outright despicable, he proved to be rather abrasive to those around his age and rather blunt on account of his limited social interactions.
While he comprehended their reason for absolutely despising him, it failed to warrant his siblings and parents trust. He simply could not resist pushing to assure every worksheet he required was in the beige folder on his desk since education was his solace. There was not much Lachlan proved to be excellent in, but learning general information and understanding the lessons his teachers wished to show him was an easy task. He wanted to prove he possessed the tiniest shred of worth to himself and those around him, and only his intellect stood a chance in accomplishing that. He strived for academic excellence, working endlessly to get the highest mark in his classes, the only exception proving to be gym which Lachlan was exempted from after the notorious fainting incidents; his teachers feared to place too much stress on his body. They frequently used gym class to provide the young boy with health lessons and do exercises in brief intervals to avoid possible fainting.
The mockery Elliott provided causes Lachlan to flinch as he concerned himself with the notion of possibly going too far. When the blond listened to the question, he silently shrugged. As Elliott stood up, the young boy immediately backed away, already quivering slightly. Despite this brother being the most merciful, Lachlan remained absolutely fearful of him like every member of his family. The very mentioning of possibly taking back the special favour caused the blond's eyes to widen as he fought the urge to cry at the notion.
"N-no! Elliott, please! I will go back to my room, I'm sorry! I won't doubt you again," he spouted out hastily. "I promise, I will never think i-ill of you!"
Each word was spoken with a quiver, making it evident Lachlan was frightened of his older brother. He knew with the sinister smile stretching across Elliott's face, question time was definitely over; he could not risk losing the precious worksheets already generously provided to him. Whenever his brother took a step, the blond backed up until deciding to scurry away in hopes of getting to his room first. He knew if Elliott wanted to make his threat a reality, he could easily get to the room first on account of Lachlan's poor health. With his heart elevated from fear and running, the young boy pushed himself in desperate hope he could arrive at his room before Elliott made his decision.
while others might get a sense of thrill seeing him act this way elliott felt nothing. it why he tried to ignore the blond for the most part. of course if there was an audience he would play his part. he was done with the questions, either he took the folder as is or elliott would take it back and he would get nothing. a pretty clear message and it seemed to have been received.
of course elliott had no intention of doing so. he just wanted to be left alone and it was obviously the best way to get to him to leave. yet here he was saying he got no joy in this act, but he continued to torment the boy."are you sure you don't want me to double check?"he questioned him with a smile slowly forming on his lips. while lochness moved back a couple of steps elliott moved forward, closing the space between them.
"will you please let me help you, i insist?"he continued not really caring if lachlan answered his questions or not. he watched as he started to pick up his pace. not longer taking small steps backwards. he was so weak. he had wondered if the boy ever felt anger towards them? wouldn't he have to lash out eventually? though it seemed like the more they pushed him down the less he resisted them. he didn't chase after him, he remained calm and walked slowly towards lachlan's room. after all that was where he would of taken the folder. he hadn't had it with him. he stopped once he caught sight of him."ask me again. we both know i'll do it."he told him the smile no longer on his face."this is your last warning. now be a good little monster, shut your mouth and do your work."he said as he glared at him one last time before turning away. though honestly believed that they were all monsters.
There was no reply from Lachlan as he scurried down the hallway, frightened over the notion of losing his precious schoolwork. While he despised this accursed family for their cruel treatment, he could escape through accomplishing loads of schoolwork. Once he crossed the threshold into his room, the young boy slammed the door shut before leaning against it and sinking to the ground. Deep breaths left his mouth, his head feeling dizzy while Elliott provided him with a warning, referring to him as a monster. Slowly, the blond brought his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms tight around them while he waited for the dizziness to dissipate. He despised the accursed family he was born to, their hurtful words and constant abuse proving to be a difficult burden on his shoulders. There were moments he wondered if the Fraiser home was void of any benevolence for the unfortunate child created from a sinful action; they definitely never displayed any when it could be avoided.
A frown remained permanent on Lachlan's face, the blond finally rising to his feet once he was assured of his safety. Slowly, he walked over to his old, rickety desk where the folder was placed. Once he positioned himself in the uncomfortable chair, he grabbed a pencil before cracking the folder open. Risking the precious work he obtained by sheer luck could not be squandered by venturing out to interrogate Elliott further. Should his brother had stolen a sheet, it was obvious returning it was not on his agenda. The blond stared at the first sheet, the subject being math, particularly one of his more advanced classes, and Lachlan began fixating his attention entirely on his work. During supper when he was permitted to eat, he hid away in his room after being provided food and worked. Throughout the night he worked until he would eventually pass out from exhaustion as the routine went.
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