pls excuse the grammar. that's what happens at 4 am.
Joy In Hell Part 2
Fandom:/Genre: Original
Summary: A few of Rain’s mates background’s are revealed.
Setting: The Super Hero’s Intermediate Program.
Rating: R language and depictions of violence.
A/N- Rain, Mikey, Bongo, Montres, Tigu and Tons are mine. So don’t steal them!And hysterical vision is the opposite of hysterical blindness. Hysterical blindness occurs when a person isunder a lot of stress and lasts about a day.
Rain’s afore mentioned hoodie appeared at a time when they weren’t fashionable. The parents of the other kids at the Superhero Starter Academy made fun of her for it and encouraged their children to follow their good example. There she was, in a faded black hooded sweatshirt with rainbow striped Capri‘s, when everyone else was wearing bell bottoms and feathered hair. She was 4 years old, on crutches made a year prior by her less than adoring father. A project her mother had insisted upon after his return. It was an odd sort of penance, dolled out by The House Of “You’re her father damn it, now do something right for once.” That House was ruled by an iron fist when need be. There were times when even daddy dearest knew not to push Rain’s mother.
So out to the shed he went in his trusty mud caked boots, grumbling and swearing to himself. His wife didn’t let him off that easily. She’d hidden his cigars. Even going so far as to cancel his monthly subscription to “Cigar Lover’s Club” just to rub it in his wounds a bit deeper still. She wasn’t a shrinking violet, no sir. She protected her cubs with teeth barred as a mama bear should.
Rain’s birth had been particularly violent, the end result being an obvious difficulty with walking. Somehow she stuck with a permanent make up job that looked like “Mikey The Blind Mouse” had a sudden episode of hysterical vision.
On orientation day, they became roommates by default, as no one else would willingly bunk with them. They came to the academy without escorts. The after effect was that they were automatically ostracized.
I mean, who came to their 1st day of school alone? No mommy? No daddy? No friends? It was just weird.
Rain’s unusual mask became a popular topic of discussion on the 1st day, so she looked around for an explanation that would make her seem like less of a misfit and Mikey was well, there. A simple matter of convenience. At least that’s how she’d justified using him. At the time, she knew it was wrong but not why. Her tender yet under developed brain was not able to process the gravity of her own cruelty. Adult thought helped with that later. But by then it was too late. It occurred to her as her head was thrown back into a pane of glass, as she was being choked by an adult version of her former school mate. In a flash, she remembered.
Bongo blurted out, “Hey you.” Looking in Rain’s direction, squinting. “What’s wrong with your face?”
She smiled, not a real smile, but a “screw you” smile, pointed at poor Mikey and said, “He did it.”
“But he can’t see.” Bongo replied in a confused tone.
“He could this morning..” She’d stated turning with an awkward swiveling motion, her crutches squeaking under the weight of her upper body.
That part was actually true. But even then, Rain knew that she wasn’t supposed to reveal Mikey’s secret. Every morning, he could see for about a half hour before darkness descended. His mother had the same condition and had assured him that as he aged, he’d learn to control his “hysterical vision.” But the longer he could see, the weaker he became. Rain’s lie wasn’t so bad. It was what she did with it. She dragged Mikey into her drama without so much as a blink.
When people found out that he could see for intermittent periods, they’d taunt him. Often, they’d poke his face with sharp objects or try to force feed him bodily fluids. Even raw meat. So Mikey employed another learned response. Faking it. He even managed to fool Rain. She’d undress right in front of him. Until one morning when she caught him. Then suddenly, for the 1st time since they met, she had her own room. They were in junior high and things were never the same between them. And it sucked ass. Because Rain was lonely after that. She wished she’d kept her big mouth shut.
Rain simply laughed heartily for the next 3 years when someone like “Bongo The Bomb Boy” from The Congo called her “Bozo The Clown” and blamed it on her future nemesis “Mikey The Blind Mouse.” Considering their present relationship, that may not have been the best decision. Mikey clearly had his own problems. His huge ears and beady eyes not making him the most likable character either. Bozo The Clown wasn’t even that creative, but Rain had been insulted from inside her mother’s womb by her father and thusly was ultra sensitive to any kind of dig. At four it seemed bigger.
“Bongo The Bomb Boy” eventually just became “Bongo The Bomb,” a young man prone to spontaneous explosions. He too would learn to use his gift. But it was harder during stressful times. Bongo’s father had died the previous evening of Cholera. His mother calling the main office using the satellite phone provided by the headmaster of program upon Bongo’s departure of his beloved homeland. A one Kemphur Montres was a very rich world traveler on a quest to find young children with “special abilities.”
Rain had been found, or rather sought out, by Mr. Montres U.S. liasson, a women known as Brent Tons.
Rain disliked the bitch immediately. She was an arm grabber. Rain didn’t like being touched without permission. There was a transference of energy that Rain could feel on a psychic level and Miss Tons energy was negative and threatening. And she had a whip in her office. A detail Rain was sorry to know.
After these strange episodes, Bongo’s body matter liquefied and reanimated, a process Rain had actually witnessed and it looked none too pleasant. She was a sophomore at The Superhero Intermediate Program. She turned her Rascal scooter down the hall toward her "President’s Who Might Have Had Super Powers" class when she saw it for the 1st time. There was a loud crackling zap and Bongo was bent over backwards on the cracked concrete floor in front of his locker, ass over head. At that point, Rain let go of the forward leaver, screeching to a halt. She covered her eyes with her hand. But her fingers were spread out so she could still view what was happening. The mercurial substance spread out and then shrunk down, popping and bubbling, it turned into what looked like macaroni and cheese before the skeletal structure reformed, followed by organs squeezing into their designated spaces followed by accelerated skin growth.
Rain had stayed in the hallway, waiting. She removed Bongo’s reserve clothing from his open locker and he went to the restroom to change. He came back out, looking tired, but otherwise fine. She drove with him to his class. This made her late. Her punishment was no parents visiting that weekend. But she didn’t care. She wanted to make sure he was okay. They didn’t talk. They just went on their way in silence. She dropped him off at the door of the ‘’Advanced Martial Arts Fighting Skills” instructor Pang Tigu, a man she’d never personally meet and left.
In the 6th grade, Rain got Mikey a pair of goggles with tinted lenses, effectively shielding his eyes from curious on lookers and torturous bully types alike. He ripped the package open with glee, put them on and kept them on. He didn’t even shower without them. Rain wasn’t sure if his reaction was a good thing. As the weeks passed, it seemed like it had become a security blanket.
Because there was no way in hell it was because he had feelings for me. Or maybe it was.
Rain’s umbrella finally appeared in year 5. Right before breakfast. She slid down the stairs on her butt with a big toothy smile.
“Bye, mom!” She exclaimed, before shooting out the door to the bus.
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