A Father's Love

## Tell Me About Your Father

"One word. NO."

"Mister Trigate, we can never get to the true issue at hand if you don't tell me about the man who raised you"

"Tell me when do these mandatory therapy secession end because it isn't all that fun to scare off a new guy every month or so" the massive man spoke as he leaned forward on the couch that appeared to bend just by his body mass being on it. The object was obviously made for men much smaller than him.

"Until we cure you of your worries" a short balding man said as he got out a small clipboard and faced the Brute with a wide happy smile.

"...Fine, it all started..."

## Family Bonds

"I'm leaving" a young man entered the room soaked in rain water. The room was wide, huge, and dark and at the other side of the massive doors he entered through was a desk with a man behind it. He faced the windows behind his desk watching as the storm ragged outside the lightning every once in awhile striking illuminating the earilly shadowed room.

The man did nothing.

"I...I SAID I'M LEAVING! I'm gon-gonna become a marine" the boy screamed and exclaimed, he shook half way from the cold of the moisture on his body half from something else. He breathed erratically, and looked desperate and worried. But this time his plea got a response from the man.

The titan of a man rose from his chair, pushing it to the side, turning to the boy his face shrouded in darkness. He slowly stepped around his desk and approached the dwarfed child still cloaked in shadows before speaking.

"Repeat that" his voice was deep deeper than what would be humanely possible as he spoke so slowly and precisely it sent chills down the boy's back, but he didn't let up.

"I'm gonna be a great and powerful marine just li-" the child had no time to finish his statement as the only noise made from him was choking and gasping for air as a colossal hand covered his throat.

"You little piece OF DOG SHIT" the titan spoke as he hurled his arm around tossing the boy all the way across the room into the desk snapping it in two as the child sat motionless on the splintered wood. "Ungrateful little pussy think you can take money from my pockets to keep your PATHETIC ass alive just to do THIS" he continued to scream as with each couple of words a boot nearly the size of the kid's entire body slammed into him over and over again.

Right before the man could continue his barrage he stopped as he heard a noise, the worst noise he has ever heard that boiled his blood to be hotter than the seas of hell, crying. "What you're gonna cry? Jesus christ who the fuck do you think you are you come in here thinking you can just leave on me to become a chicken shit Marine, a prepubescent dog of the Navy, and then when you get what you deserve you CRY?"

"YOU SICKEN ME" the boss screamed as he slammed his giant fist across the boys face three times. Then he grasped him by his hair tossing him into the wall making a huge dent where he landed, but it didn't stop there punches, kicks, knees, and every other form of attack was sent towards the boy's body until he barely looked like the same person that entered just moments ago.

Once the giant was bored of his slug fest, and before the child was in the form of a corpse he escorted himself back to his chair.

"Leave. Me. Now."

The child just barely got to his feet as he supported himself with the wall as he slumped towards the exit.

"Goodbye, Mr.Holz" he just barely slipped out as he stood in the door.

"You want me to say good bye to you? All I recognized was you were wearing one of my suits."

"Kid, I don't know your name...I don't know who the fuck you are."

## A Blast of the Past

"And that was the last time I saw my father" Terrin spoke as he looked up to see an empty desk the therapist long gone. He wiped his face to feel the dried tears on both his cheeks. He grasped his wrist to feel a pulse his heart was beating incredibly fast. The vice admiral looked up at the desk as his face of despair changed to one of anger as he mashed his forearms into the wood demolishing it on contact.

In a fit of rage he tossed the sofa across the room, but before he could cause any more damage he stopped took a couple breaths, wiped off his face, and put on a nice big smile.

"Gotta be better" the marine began approaching the door preparing himself for his busy day of crushing pirates "gotta be better for my little admiral".