9 Levels of Murdoc

THE GATES

(To all who know the story of Dante's Inferno this is not a story for the faint hearted or easily triggered. As Dante's goes by the old ways and some of the first sins are not for those who are easily scared.)
Each tale is a separate tale and each dives into a side that this man knows more then anybody. A side which many may not be able to handle but as Avengers Sevenfold "this is the price for evil"

The lad no older then 9 stood at the front gate of a run down council house. The garden was overgrown with rubbish in it. It was 9pm in November and was dark and cold outside. The black haired green lad knew what was to come but had no choice, where else could he go?

He pushed the old gate open and made the way up the broken steps to the front door that was dirty and scuffed. The living room lights were on but the old dirty sheet covering the window didn't show any shadows.
Could he be asleep again? The boy thought. Maybe he was lucky. He slowly pushed the handle down and opened the door sliding in through whatever gap he could fit through without making the door creak before closing it behind it as quietly as he could. He had to walk down the hall past the doorway to the living room to get to the stair before heading up to his room. A sliver of light from the ajar door peer across the hallway and wall just before the bottom stair.

He began his slow steps one by one toward the step. Prey with every small breath he would not get caught. He looked at the floor and remembered which part made a noise and which one didn't. Getting to the light he dashed across it like a ninja with very little sound made and got to the bannister. He slowly made his way up keeping his eyes fixed on the descending door below but not looking ahead. He knew how many steps there were but forgot one thing. If he was in the living room then the other is around and the young lad didn't account for the kitchen light being off. Meaning nobody else was downstairs.
He got the second to last step at the top when a loud thud of feet bolted toward him and one connected into the child chest. Kicking the boy down the stairs with a tremendous sound as his older brother Hannibal laughed out
"BUSTED!"

The lad yelled and winced in pain as his thin body connected with the wooden stairs till hitting the bottom unable to grab a hole of the bannister on the way down before hitting the floor with a BANG!
"DAD! THE RUNT BACK PAST CURFEW!"
Hannibal laughed with a evil grin looking at his little brother wince who look at him with terror. Not from his sibling but from who had just been disturbed.

A groan of anger came from the slightly open door and Hannibal didn't stick round to get any overspill of what was to come, he had raced back to his room when the boy looked back.

The door swung open and a older man in a button black shit and black slacks stood there with a burning firing in his eyes starring down at the child who crawl round so his back was up against the wall and his hands up in defence scared of what was about to come.

"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
Sebastian roared as his heavy boots came forward his bony hands grabbing the boy who stuttered for an answer by the scruff of the shirt and dragging him into the living room throwing him down to the hard wooden floor that was dirty and brown. The walls aged from smoking and a telly covered in ashtrays and a coffee table with bottles and cans round it and butts over the place. A half torn sofa on one side with trash over it and a single chair old, but not touched sat in front of a fat black and white telly.

His jaw connected to the floor but before having a chance to get up a heavy boot landed on his back slamming his frail body down into the ground.
"YOU WERE MEANT TO BE BACK BEFORE 6!"
His father again connect his boot into his son back making the boy gasp and cry for air.

"I- I- it -it weren't - m- my fault!"
He sobbed pulling himself up onto his hands and knees unable to look at the man he called dad.

"OH REALLY?! Who was it? THE FUCKING FAIRYS!"
Picking up a empty glass bottle and launching it at the kid who curled into ball for protection as the bottom hit him. It bounced off his body and smashed on the wall leaving glass over the dirty floor.

"P-pl-please! D-d-d-dad! Nnnnn-nnn-no! I was I swe- eeeaar! P-please!"
The green skinny child cried for mercy as he watch his dad grit his teeth and stroke back his long greasy black hair.

"Well. If you still have it I might let you off?"
He said with a calming smile like a bull waiting to burst into a frenzy.
SHIT Murdoc thought. His father told him at 3 that if he went out to get cigarettes with £3 he gave him as he was to drunk to go out and get it himself. But Murdoc lost it. He didn't spend it. One of Hannibal friends chased him down and beat him up. When he looked into his pockets before coming home he noticed he didn't have the money or his father request.

"I- I -I l- Lost the- the money."
He looked at the floor he feared that face. There are many thing in this world that pissed his dad off but the 1st was loosing money even though he only spent it at the pub and corner shop. Murdoc clasped his knees and shackle looked up from under his messy brow, he hope his dad maybe was to tired to care. It happens once but he was return with a stair that made his spine want to rip from him and run and his heart grew cold with fear.

Eyes red with fury, pure fury. In a second the older man grabbed a bottle from a top of some draws and walked over to the boy, gripping it by the neck he smashed it over the lad body. Murdoc cried out in pain as every hit the bottle didn't shatter it just collided with his skin and bone.

"YOU LOST IT! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU LOSE MY MONEY YOU WASTE OF AIR! YOUR A LITTLE CUNT AND A FUCKING FAILURE!"
Again and again it came down on the boy who now under his shirt his skin was turning red, brown and purple from the marks. Some on previous one that only made the lad cry out more.
Suddenly the man threw the bottle aside, stepped over the shaking body and retrieved a drink gulping it down.

Murdoc in pain winced as he tried to crawl out the room away from the raging monster. His vision blurt and he could feel bit of glass and didn't care it hurt a little he just wanted to run away but his hips and back hurt to much to stand and fear what would happen if he did.

"IM NOT FINISH WITH YOU! YOU DUMB PEICE OF SHIT!"
His voice called out and before the lad got to the door a boot connected into the side of his ribs like he was a football and he was flung to the side into the shared of glass that cut up his back, hands, knees and arms.
He screamed in pain begging for his dad to stop.

On the top of the stairs Hannibal sat and watch the shadows from the ajar light that pasted across the floor and wall. His dad went front he light the sound of metal being unbuckled and a pair of small hands being held up in the light and CRACK CRACK CRACK a hard leather belt came down on the hands until the sobbing stopped after 20 minutes of lashings and puffing and panting for energy. Hannibal moved swiftly from his spot to his room and just watched from his dark room out the crook of his door. The man grunted and throwing a coat on leaving the house with a SLAM of the door making the walls wobble.

He waited and waited to see if there was life and if he needed to see if his dad had finally killed the extra mouth. But then there was light sobbing and the sound of glass moving. He was alive. How. But he was. He watched and the child slowly limped out the doorway barely standing up and making his way up the steps. His top torn and covered in blood, his trousers wet from pee and blood, his eye swollen and lips broken as blood dropped down.

Murdoc NEVER lost anything again. And if someone took something of his. HE WENT TO GET IT BEFORE COMING HOME.
He never made that mistake again.