Post by sparkler on Mar 29, 2009 2:29:04 GMT -5
OMG I didn't think I could do this but here it is!!! Enjoy. ^_^
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“I know my son didn't kill anyone!” hissed Magnolia. “He's not anything like you!”
“He may be more like me than you think, Magnolia.” thought Spectre as he closed the door behind him. This was the first time he had ever been in his son's room. Ironic, because he had known Silver was his for a very long time, but Magnolia had never allowed him to be a Father. No little league games or finger-paintings for him, rather it was second-hand stories and a little foal who always looked at him with mistrust in his eyes.
“D-Dragon...”
Spectre, as evil as he was, had never wanted this for his son.
He knew how it was to have everyone's suspicion on him, to not really be allowed to grieve for someone he cared about. He could understand why they did it to him. After all, he had committed the murder, even if it had been accidental. He had also been technically an adult at the time. But to be falsely accused and still be a child?
“This should never have happened.” he thought as he watched his youngest sob on his bed. He took a step forward, cursing the squeaky floorboard as it announced his arrival. If there was one thing Spectre prided himself on, it was stealth, and squeaky floors did not allow for such.
“Why are you here?” asked the young peg. “Come to swoop in with your cape and be all annoying?”
“It's robes, and maybe I know more about this kind of thing than you think.” said Spectre in a surprisingly gentle tone.
Silver gave him a quizzical look, there it was again. That tone, that tone that adults always used when trying to trick him into confessing.
“Why, because you went on a wipe-out spree throughout Europe?” he growled. “I didn't do it!”
The comment would have stung more if Spectre hadn't known exactly where he was coming from.
“I know you didn't.” said Spectre calmly. “I know when a pony has killed, and you obviously haven't.”
“What were you doing, hiding on a lamp post somewhere in your freakin' bird form?”
“No, but I have heard the accounts.” sighed Spectre. Now is when he wished that his youngest didn't take so much after him in the wit and cynicism department, at least the rest of Magnolia's children allowed themselves to be taken in every once in awhile.
“They say I'm dangerous, that I start fights and shouldn't be around other ponies... I'm banned from the spring carnival.”
“Is that so?” asked Spectre, rather irate now. “Did they not see the scar on the back of your head?”
“I don't know.” shrugged Silver.
“I know it well, I've inflicted it myself a couple of times. You could've died from bashing your head against that dumpster.” growled Spectre. “Do you know why you didn't?”
“Because I was wearin' the green, man!” cried Silver. “Dragon... h-he didn't have a chance! Fakies, they're like bulls! They get mean when they see the color red!”
“That's a myth.” said Spectre. “And green? Please, I would think a lad like you wouldn't give such childish superstitions the time of day!”
“But it's true...” thought Silver.
“I'll let you in on the truth.” said Spectre. “You survived because you are mine, and my family is notoriously hard to kill.”
“Just my luck...” thought Silver. “My best friend ends up dead and now I find out HE'S my Dad? How much more 'Springer' can my life get?”
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I tried to incorporate all the challenge thingies into the story as best I could, but I couldn't really elaborate too much because this is spoiling part of The Story as it is. ^_^;; But I've kind of always wondered how poor Silv found out, so that's why I wrote it.
Also, in case you're wondering:
Silver is Blade's younger, half-brother. He's only 12, but he's way more jaded and mean than his older sibling.
Spectre is the villain of the piece, and he's also Silv's Dad... how did that happen? Seven little words... "It was a drunk and stormy night..."
Anyway, hope ya'll enjoyed!
-§parky
~*~*~*~
“I know my son didn't kill anyone!” hissed Magnolia. “He's not anything like you!”
“He may be more like me than you think, Magnolia.” thought Spectre as he closed the door behind him. This was the first time he had ever been in his son's room. Ironic, because he had known Silver was his for a very long time, but Magnolia had never allowed him to be a Father. No little league games or finger-paintings for him, rather it was second-hand stories and a little foal who always looked at him with mistrust in his eyes.
“D-Dragon...”
Spectre, as evil as he was, had never wanted this for his son.
He knew how it was to have everyone's suspicion on him, to not really be allowed to grieve for someone he cared about. He could understand why they did it to him. After all, he had committed the murder, even if it had been accidental. He had also been technically an adult at the time. But to be falsely accused and still be a child?
“This should never have happened.” he thought as he watched his youngest sob on his bed. He took a step forward, cursing the squeaky floorboard as it announced his arrival. If there was one thing Spectre prided himself on, it was stealth, and squeaky floors did not allow for such.
“Why are you here?” asked the young peg. “Come to swoop in with your cape and be all annoying?”
“It's robes, and maybe I know more about this kind of thing than you think.” said Spectre in a surprisingly gentle tone.
Silver gave him a quizzical look, there it was again. That tone, that tone that adults always used when trying to trick him into confessing.
“Why, because you went on a wipe-out spree throughout Europe?” he growled. “I didn't do it!”
The comment would have stung more if Spectre hadn't known exactly where he was coming from.
“I know you didn't.” said Spectre calmly. “I know when a pony has killed, and you obviously haven't.”
“What were you doing, hiding on a lamp post somewhere in your freakin' bird form?”
“No, but I have heard the accounts.” sighed Spectre. Now is when he wished that his youngest didn't take so much after him in the wit and cynicism department, at least the rest of Magnolia's children allowed themselves to be taken in every once in awhile.
“They say I'm dangerous, that I start fights and shouldn't be around other ponies... I'm banned from the spring carnival.”
“Is that so?” asked Spectre, rather irate now. “Did they not see the scar on the back of your head?”
“I don't know.” shrugged Silver.
“I know it well, I've inflicted it myself a couple of times. You could've died from bashing your head against that dumpster.” growled Spectre. “Do you know why you didn't?”
“Because I was wearin' the green, man!” cried Silver. “Dragon... h-he didn't have a chance! Fakies, they're like bulls! They get mean when they see the color red!”
“That's a myth.” said Spectre. “And green? Please, I would think a lad like you wouldn't give such childish superstitions the time of day!”
“But it's true...” thought Silver.
“I'll let you in on the truth.” said Spectre. “You survived because you are mine, and my family is notoriously hard to kill.”
“Just my luck...” thought Silver. “My best friend ends up dead and now I find out HE'S my Dad? How much more 'Springer' can my life get?”
~*~*~*~
I tried to incorporate all the challenge thingies into the story as best I could, but I couldn't really elaborate too much because this is spoiling part of The Story as it is. ^_^;; But I've kind of always wondered how poor Silv found out, so that's why I wrote it.
Also, in case you're wondering:
Silver is Blade's younger, half-brother. He's only 12, but he's way more jaded and mean than his older sibling.
Spectre is the villain of the piece, and he's also Silv's Dad... how did that happen? Seven little words... "It was a drunk and stormy night..."
Anyway, hope ya'll enjoyed!
-§parky