The Villain in my book "The Corvidae"
Here is a brief part of the villain in the story I said I would share. This is a rough draft and un-edited so please excuse all errors and enjoy. A bit of warning though my girlfriend felt this was a dark chapter... well maybe but this is his back story. A small bit about his beginnings
She was at it again, drinking, he despised her for that. At the tender age of 12 Gabriel had experienced more abuse and grief than most grown men had. Anger welled up in his heart, red hot burning anger. Not wanting to get in her way Gabriel shrank backward into the shadows of the hall as she passed. Hopefully she would be too drunk for the beating he usually got when she'd come home, which lately was almost every night.
The stench of booze and a dirty body followed in her wake making his stomach lurch. He covered his mouth to keep from vomiting and swore that this time he would run away for good. He had tried several times in the past to run away but each time his Step mother managed somehow to find him. “This time I’ll make it” he thought. This time he would use what he had learned from his past mistakes to hide from her. The day that Gabriel’s father had married this woman Gabriel had hoped she would love him like a mother. He had never know his own mother as she had died during child birth. But Gabriel’s wish was in vain his new mother was evil.
Leaning back against the wall Gabriel closed his eyes as tears gently slide down his cheeks. He missed his father so much. Memories flooded his mind memories of the past and the way things used to be. His father was a man that loved life! He made everything they did fun, from playing outside to cleaning the house and even cooking. But the best times that he had with his father were at night. Each night they climbed up the old tree in the back yard and watched the sun go down. Even Gabriel at the tender age of six was taken by the beauty of the night sky as the sun painted its way down disappearing behind the horizon. Life was good then, He was happy then… But… as things sometimes do this did not last long.
Gabriel’s shoulders sagged under the strain of his memories. Gabriel’s father had needed to find work to provide a better living for his son and so he did. One morning Gabriel woke up to a different life, one that would never be the same again.
That day was forever burned in his mind.
Gabriel woke up that morning to the smell of breakfast cooking on the stove and the sound of a woman’s voice talking to his father. Walking half asleep into the kitchen Gabriel climbed into his father’s lap. Giving his son a big hug he nuzzled his neck and said “Son” turning him to see the woman” I want to introduce you to your new mother!” looking into the eyes of his new mother she smiled a broad smile that barely covered a look of distain.
Gabriel pressing back into his father’s chest said nothing nor did his father notice the nasty look on her face as he was looking at his son for a reaction. When none was forth coming his father prodded him saying “Go give your new mother a hug and a kiss.” Uncertainly he climbed down and did as his father bid. As he approached his new mother she held out her arms and waited as he briefly hugged her and then placed a quick kiss on her cheek before running back to his father’s waiting arms. Gabriel’s father tossed him in the air and then grabbing his son he twirled around and around until Gabriel was laughing.
That night when Gabriel’s father tucked him into bed he said “Now Gabriel listen to me, while I am gone you will need to be the man of the house and help your new mother okay” “Why?” asked Gabriel. “I have found a new job and will be gone a while so your new mother will need a man’s help around here with the chores.” “What’s a while father?” “We will see Gabriel, we will see.”
Working at the Castle was a job that only single unmarried and fatherless men could hold that way if they died in battle there were no widows or children left behind.
While interviewing for the job his father had not mentioned his wife and son only distant relatives, while thinking in his mind that it was not too far from the truth after all they were some distance from the castle. When you were in the king’s service you lived at the castle so that would be his new home. He would take a break first chance he got to visit them both and maybe even bring treats. Gabriel’s father wanted to give his new bride all she wanted, A lavish life style he knew would make her very happy. Jewels, clothing and a finely made house filled with precious things where what she wanted no not wanted but needed to be happy.
When Gabriel awoke in the morning his father was gone.
As he watched and waited for his mother to pass he hoped that this time he would go unnoticed and escape the beating that would surly come. His small body was a testament to all the pain and suffering he had borne over the past six years, years that felt like an eternity of abuse, ridicule, scorn, pain and suffering at his mother’s hands. She had at one time tolerated his presents but with the news of her husband’s death she turned into an angry bitter drunken woman who took-out all her anger and frustrations on him. Well that would never happen again as this would be the last time he would see her, he was leaving for good.
Hiking his pack higher on his shoulder he peered into the room that she had just entered and just as he thought… she was passed out halfway on the floor and couch.
Walking as lightly as he could trying not to wake her he crept out of the hall toward the doorway, he halted as he heard her snort, burp and then cough. Looking to make sure that she was not awake he continued his bid for freedom. Hand outstretched and barley touching the door handle he heard a growling scream tear from his mother’s throat “You no good dirty thief, hateful child how dare you even think of leaving me you murderer!”
Not taking the time to look around Gabriel opened the door and bolted, running harder and faster than he knew he could, unfortunately his mother was just as fast as he was, and in a very short time she caught up with him.
Grabbing a hold of his pack she swung him around knocking him down onto the gravel road kicking at him as he fell. Gabriel cried out in pain as his knee hit the ground hard tearing his pants. Shrugging out of his pack he struggled to his feet and continued running. In her drunken state she fell when he pulled out of the back pack but was soon up and running again. Turning the corner onto a busy street Gabriel hoping to escape his mother’s rage ran into a man and fell down. That was all the time his mother needed, grabbing his hair she pulled him up and started slapping him, kicking him and yelling in his face how much she hated him. The startled man just stood there in quiet shock.
Gabriel felt true fear, fear for his life, fear that she was going to go too far this time and kill him. As she raised her arms to attack him something broke loose in his mind, something that he had been holding back for far too long. Something that he had fought to keep locked down deep inside so as not to be just like her… the woman that he had grown to hate, hate with all his heart… and that was rage, his vision turned red as if the blood had seeped from his brain into his eyes, his heart pumped like a raging bull and his breathing came in short raged breaths. Now his fear drove his rage, the need for survival had kicked in.
Gabriel straightened. Looking hard into the face of the woman, this woman who claimed to be his, he couldn’t even think the word “Mother.” In a fraction of a moment she seen the change. In her drunken state the tingle of fear crept up her neck making her hesitate for a flicker of a moment but she was too drunk and enraged to heed it. She lunged toward him arms outstretched to choke him.
Gabriel as if seeing all this in slow motion now just stepped aside at the right time and she fell face first into the brick building in front of her. Falling to the ground she barely felt the pain as her embarrassment grew and the rage flared. A little surprise showed on her face when she felt the blood running down her cheek. Putting her hand to the side of her face she felt the sticky warmth of her own blood.
Looking up with a murderous glint in her eyes she said “you’ll pay for that one you little maggot.”
The sounds of the street and people around her all quieted as she let rage fill her heart. She knew that she could not allow this demon to live, this person who was responsible for all the hardships in her life, the reason she was so poor and had to do without, not able to purchase all the wonderful things that made a woman pretty, to make her stand out in a crowd and be envied. She was a woman that needed things to make her feel better than other people and she thought that she had secured this with her husband… But now it was all Gone. All she was left with was this little boy, a boy! That was a laugh she thought to herself she hated kids. Never had wanted them but knew that to win Gabriel’s father she needed to pretend that she love him.
Now she had to take care of him, feed him, clothe him and with what? She had nothing her husband had only been gone for one week when she had overheard a conversation two men were having about a tragic accident at the castle and she had wondered if it was him. Walking home that night she found a discarded newspaper and read it. “Guard killed during an exercise drill, a freak accident.” Well that was too much, she had no recourse nor family of her own. She was destitute. Walking home she started planning how to get married again and to who. When she got home, he… Was there. She had forgotten all about him.
This would be a problem she thought, how to get rid of him so that she did not become disgraced by abandoning him. Smiling she thought of a plan. Rubbing her hands together she let out a small giggle then set her evil plan in motion. That had been six years ago and she was still shackled with him.
Pushing to her feet she ran at Gabriel with all the hatred she held in her heart, with all the anger at having to do without, she wanted all the material things in life that she did not and could not have. This little maggot who was a constant reminder of her late husband, a man that she could no longer have, a man who’s love she would never feel again and who left her without a penny to her name to raise a boy that was in her mind a second by second reminder of what she would never have again in life. She put all that hate into her heart and hurtled her body at the cause of all her sorrows in this life.
Gabriel saw the look of murderous rage in her eyes and readied himself for it. Gabriel watched his mother come at him with a look of pure hatred on her face and knew in his heart that this was it, this was the time, it was live or die, it was going to come down to him, or her.
Gabriel noticed two things as his mother came at him. One was that the people who were at one time standing still in shock, now were trying to intercede on his behalf and second with his back facing the street if he could step out of the way again at that right moment as she reached him then maybe, just maybe he would get out of this alive. But he knew that she would not be so careless this time. One thing about his mother was even in her drunken state she would not be so stupid again. she would not fall for the trick again. But today luck would be on his side. During their tussle his mother's dress had torn leaving shreds of lace and fabric hanging down in front of her.
She was close now reaching for his throat. Her hands inches from the target, she was grinning with triumph spittle dribbling from her lips. She growled pushing all her weight into the task. Gabriel knew he was dead but fate intervened.
As Gabriel's step mother reached him she started to stumble and then she tripped. Gone was the rage replaced by surprise. Having tripped on the torn shreds of her gown rocketing herself forward plowed Gabriel over and propelled herself into the cobble stone street.
Untimely and very unfortunately for her and to the surprise of all standing there that day she fell right into the path of a very large and fast moving horse drawn coach and so ended her drunken rage and hatred of her son Gabriel.
Gabriel laying sprawled on the ground could not see what had just happened. He sat up shaking his head trying to stop the very loud ringing that was the only thing he could hear. Trying to stand up he failed and as the world shifted he passed out.
The last thing Gabriel heard just before passing out was a man yelling for “someone to go and get the doctor” and then another saying “no doctor will be able to help his poor woman she’s dead.”
Written by Eva Spell