Scorpius' Extended Backstory: Hail to the King
Feb 18, 2016 22:05:29 GMT -5
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Post by Scorpius on Feb 18, 2016 22:05:29 GMT -5
These are the stories and tales of Scorpius Antares, how he became the King of Scorpions, how he met Sebby, Puff and Cinny, what his kingdom is like, how he cooks and sews with one hand, how he adopted his son Dylan Dentpyre, and what happened to his parents.
Chapter 1: Bittersweet 16
"Scorpius Antares! Get down here right now!" The shrill screech echoed through the wooden shack of the run down orphanage. It had been a long time that Scorpius had waited for this day: his sixteenth birthday. This day, he was free to forge his own path and-
"Scorpius! Get your lazy ass down here!"
The orphanage owner was a... strange person. She seemed intent on making life very difficult for everyone there, and she was eager to be rid of Scorpius.
He gathered his things into his haversack, sighing and looking around at the empty room. At least he had a laptop on him. It was a crappy laptop, but connection to the Internet was better than no connection at all. He had a friend who would let him sleep at his cafe on the condition that Scorpius worked there as a barista, and well, it was better than nothing.
He heaved his haversack onto his back and stepped down the rickety wooden stairs, seeing the face of the owner staring straight at him with icy blue eyes.
"Took you long enough... Here's your form. Fill it up and get outta here, you're free to go."
Scorpius grabbed the form and a pen from the counter before quickly scribbling out his details; phone number, where he would be staying, and why he was at the orphanage to begin with. All of this was actually supposed to be filled out by the owner of the orphanage, but she was more interested in getting the strange boy with the strange fascination for scorpions out her door and into someone else's.
"There, I filled it out. Where do I put this?" Scorpius questioned, before the tall and thin ball of anger snatched it out of his hand and slipped it into a little collection box on the counter. "Hurry up and get out of here. And take this." She tossed a small brown package to Scorpius, but before he could ask what it was, she had already left the room and was shouting at the other residents of the orphanage.
He stuffed the small box into his bag and left the building, walking off to where he kept his bicycle, hidden away in what equated to a slightly cleaner junkyard. His friend lived in another town close by, and he didn't have anyone available to bring him there with a car or anything.
Unlocking the rusty chain with his equally rusty key, he swung his legs over the shoddily stitched together bicycle seat and plonked his mostly empty bag into the basket he had duct taped to the front of his bicycle. As he started moving and leaving his tiny rural town, he noticed a man in a full black suit with a black tie and black shirt watching him from the street corner. Scorpius had never seen someone like that before... and he was sure that the mysterious man was an outsider. Paying little heed to the odd man, Scorpius cycled, heading to the only other town he knew of, where his only friend lived.
The formally attired man watched as the boy cycled away, and he shiftily glanced around to make sure the coast was clear before he transformed back into a large black emperor scorpion and scuttled off into the undergrowth on the edge of town.
The boy was Scorpius Antares, and even though he had been alive for 16 long years, his true life had only just begun.
Chapter 2: The Necklace
It was turning dusk, the sun setting behind the dark evergreens that dotted the landscape and eventually built up into a strong green curtain, imposing and tall. Michael Faraday stood outside his cafe, looking down the road for his friend to arrive. He had been waiting for hours, and he was about to go back inside to get another drink when he heard a clanking sound coming from the row of trees.
Out of the line of green came a boy who wore a black flannel shirt, jeans, and carried a rusty metal contraption that looked worse for wear with a small black haversack balanced precariously in a basket that hung barely off of the frame of the bicycle.
"M-Michael! C-Can I get some help over here?" the boy cried out as the basket carrying the haversack swung violently from side to side as he trudged towards the little cafe. Michael took a last swig of his coffee and threw it in the trash before walking forward and picking up the bicycle with one arm and shoving the haversack toward the disheveled boy.
"Carry your own bag, Scorp."
Scorpius snatched his bag from Michael's hands and walked with him to the cafe. His bicycle, if it could still be called that, had held up much better than he had expected on the journey to Michael's place. About two-thirds of the way through one of the tires had gotten punctured, but he had duct taped it shut before continuing on his way. The basket's hinges were too weak to hold even the little weight of his haversack, even with the duct tape that held it together, and had weakened to the point of almost detaching completely from the frame of the bicycle.
"D-Do you have any food...? And water? I haven't eaten the whole day..."
Michael pushed the back door of the cafe open with his forearm, wheeling the bicycle in and propping it against the wall before walking over to a coffee jug and pouring a cup for Scorpius. "I just got coffee right now, but I can whip up something for you to eat while you sit down and get warmed up. It's freezing out there." The boy picked up the cup, sipping it slowly and recoiling slightly from the bitter taste. "Y-Yeah. Some food would be great."
Michael shrugged and left the room, the sounds and smells of cooking wafting towards Scorpius, making his stomach grumble.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out the small brown box he had been given, looking at it with curious eyes. He hadn't opened it yet, and had no idea what was inside or why the orphanage lady had given it to him.
"You allergic to anything, kid?" Michael's head popped through the doorway, slightly tilted.
Scorpius thought for awhile, putting the brown box down, before shrugging and shaking his head. Michael left, going back to the kitchen to prepare whatever food he was going to feed Scorpius.
The young boy picked up the little box again, untying the bit of twine that was wrapped around it and lifting the lid off the box. Inside was a necklace, shaped like a scorpion and made of black zirconium with pure gold trim around the edges and accents. It was absolutely beautiful, and the young boy knew nothing of where it came from or who gave it to them. Clearly the orphanage owner did not have the money to buy this for Scorpius, or care enough to give him a parting gift for that matter.
He took the necklace and put it on, feeling the well proportioned weight on his neck. With it on he felt powerful and courageous.
More so than he had ever felt before.
More to come soon!
Chapter 1: Bittersweet 16
"Scorpius Antares! Get down here right now!" The shrill screech echoed through the wooden shack of the run down orphanage. It had been a long time that Scorpius had waited for this day: his sixteenth birthday. This day, he was free to forge his own path and-
"Scorpius! Get your lazy ass down here!"
The orphanage owner was a... strange person. She seemed intent on making life very difficult for everyone there, and she was eager to be rid of Scorpius.
He gathered his things into his haversack, sighing and looking around at the empty room. At least he had a laptop on him. It was a crappy laptop, but connection to the Internet was better than no connection at all. He had a friend who would let him sleep at his cafe on the condition that Scorpius worked there as a barista, and well, it was better than nothing.
He heaved his haversack onto his back and stepped down the rickety wooden stairs, seeing the face of the owner staring straight at him with icy blue eyes.
"Took you long enough... Here's your form. Fill it up and get outta here, you're free to go."
Scorpius grabbed the form and a pen from the counter before quickly scribbling out his details; phone number, where he would be staying, and why he was at the orphanage to begin with. All of this was actually supposed to be filled out by the owner of the orphanage, but she was more interested in getting the strange boy with the strange fascination for scorpions out her door and into someone else's.
"There, I filled it out. Where do I put this?" Scorpius questioned, before the tall and thin ball of anger snatched it out of his hand and slipped it into a little collection box on the counter. "Hurry up and get out of here. And take this." She tossed a small brown package to Scorpius, but before he could ask what it was, she had already left the room and was shouting at the other residents of the orphanage.
He stuffed the small box into his bag and left the building, walking off to where he kept his bicycle, hidden away in what equated to a slightly cleaner junkyard. His friend lived in another town close by, and he didn't have anyone available to bring him there with a car or anything.
Unlocking the rusty chain with his equally rusty key, he swung his legs over the shoddily stitched together bicycle seat and plonked his mostly empty bag into the basket he had duct taped to the front of his bicycle. As he started moving and leaving his tiny rural town, he noticed a man in a full black suit with a black tie and black shirt watching him from the street corner. Scorpius had never seen someone like that before... and he was sure that the mysterious man was an outsider. Paying little heed to the odd man, Scorpius cycled, heading to the only other town he knew of, where his only friend lived.
The formally attired man watched as the boy cycled away, and he shiftily glanced around to make sure the coast was clear before he transformed back into a large black emperor scorpion and scuttled off into the undergrowth on the edge of town.
The boy was Scorpius Antares, and even though he had been alive for 16 long years, his true life had only just begun.
Chapter 2: The Necklace
It was turning dusk, the sun setting behind the dark evergreens that dotted the landscape and eventually built up into a strong green curtain, imposing and tall. Michael Faraday stood outside his cafe, looking down the road for his friend to arrive. He had been waiting for hours, and he was about to go back inside to get another drink when he heard a clanking sound coming from the row of trees.
Out of the line of green came a boy who wore a black flannel shirt, jeans, and carried a rusty metal contraption that looked worse for wear with a small black haversack balanced precariously in a basket that hung barely off of the frame of the bicycle.
"M-Michael! C-Can I get some help over here?" the boy cried out as the basket carrying the haversack swung violently from side to side as he trudged towards the little cafe. Michael took a last swig of his coffee and threw it in the trash before walking forward and picking up the bicycle with one arm and shoving the haversack toward the disheveled boy.
"Carry your own bag, Scorp."
Scorpius snatched his bag from Michael's hands and walked with him to the cafe. His bicycle, if it could still be called that, had held up much better than he had expected on the journey to Michael's place. About two-thirds of the way through one of the tires had gotten punctured, but he had duct taped it shut before continuing on his way. The basket's hinges were too weak to hold even the little weight of his haversack, even with the duct tape that held it together, and had weakened to the point of almost detaching completely from the frame of the bicycle.
"D-Do you have any food...? And water? I haven't eaten the whole day..."
Michael pushed the back door of the cafe open with his forearm, wheeling the bicycle in and propping it against the wall before walking over to a coffee jug and pouring a cup for Scorpius. "I just got coffee right now, but I can whip up something for you to eat while you sit down and get warmed up. It's freezing out there." The boy picked up the cup, sipping it slowly and recoiling slightly from the bitter taste. "Y-Yeah. Some food would be great."
Michael shrugged and left the room, the sounds and smells of cooking wafting towards Scorpius, making his stomach grumble.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out the small brown box he had been given, looking at it with curious eyes. He hadn't opened it yet, and had no idea what was inside or why the orphanage lady had given it to him.
"You allergic to anything, kid?" Michael's head popped through the doorway, slightly tilted.
Scorpius thought for awhile, putting the brown box down, before shrugging and shaking his head. Michael left, going back to the kitchen to prepare whatever food he was going to feed Scorpius.
The young boy picked up the little box again, untying the bit of twine that was wrapped around it and lifting the lid off the box. Inside was a necklace, shaped like a scorpion and made of black zirconium with pure gold trim around the edges and accents. It was absolutely beautiful, and the young boy knew nothing of where it came from or who gave it to them. Clearly the orphanage owner did not have the money to buy this for Scorpius, or care enough to give him a parting gift for that matter.
He took the necklace and put it on, feeling the well proportioned weight on his neck. With it on he felt powerful and courageous.
More so than he had ever felt before.
More to come soon!