


Unexpected event's

by Overrunner



Category: Underworld
Genre: Adventure, Family
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2013-11-12
Updated: 2013-11-12
Packaged: 2013-11-27 00:38:02
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 522
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9841451/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/4682064/Overrunner
Summary: Hey, yeah, this is sort of related to underworld but it's about two kids that become Lycans, but don't join any side's of the war that's going on. A older brother with a weak mother, a scared brother, and abusive stepfather decides to make a stand. The only upside is that his stepdad work's with a secret company that annihilates werewolve's alongside vampires.





	Unexpected event's

_DAZ 3D  
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"Wake up!" A man yelled through my door and I could hear the lock being released to his bedroom door. "Now dammit!" The man yelled.

"Yes sir!" I replied, my chest still aching, having been beaten with my Stepfathers large hands last night.

My name is Jake Graffia. Funny last name? Well that's my real fathers name. He lived in Kansas. I lived here in Nebraska, with my brother Twilight, and my mom. Funny name Twilight? Well no laughing about. I think it's a great name for my brother.

Why am I beaten you ask? Because that's our life here. Why do we stay if you might inquire that? Because we have nowhere else to go.

Why was I beaten? Really want to know? For not doing the chores. All I forgot to do was put away the dishes. What kind of parent would beat over dishes? You tell me.

Getting off the stupid excuse of a bed, I reached under my bed and pulled a blue T-shirt out of the dresser.

It's a nice place where we live. Friendly neighbors, good schooling, roof over our heads, and a very loving mother. Here are the bad parts: Abusive step-dad, bullying at schools. Termites in the roof, and a mom who won't fight. Like I said, good neighborhood, bad parts.

Besides, I have something that could get my family out of here. My Stepdads gun. Every day he makes me go out and buy groceries or do the chores. But when he let's me and my brother out, I'll snatch the gun he hide's under the desk and kill him. I've thought it out many times and I believe this is the best possible choice for my family.

"Are you up yet?!" My Stepdad, no Bruce asked.

_"Last day here in hell. Make it a good one."_ I thought to myself. "Yes you bald-headed freak!" I screamed through the door. I heard a gasp come from the room right next to me. Guess who that is.

My door slammed open and there he stood, 6"0', \no hair what-so-ever on his head, 200 pounds, medium build and that dorky lab coat.

"What did you say?" He demanded.

"You heard me!" I screamed at him. I wasn't bad myself, 5"3', small build, 1/8th inch buzz cut brown hair, silver-blue eyes, I even got a tattoo on my right arm of a wolf, my mom having allowed it and a scar on my chest, having accidentally got my chest ripped open from some dog or something guarding Bruce's work.

Did I mention he works at some Government building? Yeah, he makes like thousands of dollars and I stole some of that money so my mom and brother can get out of here some day.

Rage blared in Bruce's eyes. I stood my ground but if I looked down, I was afraid I might see my leg's shaking. With one step at a time, he walked into the room, and closed the door.


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