As of now, no character is not based off of Hutch anymore because he stole my story, dangit.
And benefits for this version vs. Facebook version... This one has profanity. Enjoy!

Chapter One: Third Day of School

“Stand up and teach the class, why don’t yah? If you have the entire book memorized, then tell me its main themes!” Mrs. Merriweather dropped a copy of Moby Dick flat on my desk, leaving some of my classmates in utter silence, while others snickered to themselves. I sighed as I fingered the rim of the book gently.

“You should show a little more care for a book of this stature.” Before the teacher could say anything, I took off my gray sweatshirt, revealing my white-and-black-striped shirt that almost reached to my fingertips, while hanging on the edge of my shoulders, draping just below the button of my baggy, blue jeans. I gulped nervously as all eyes now went towards me for who I was.


“Moby Dick’s a tale told with several transcendentalist elements. This is because of the praise the author, Herman Melville had for Nathaniel Hawthorne, who wrote the tragedies of sin in The Scarlet Letter. But now, that’s a different point to talk about.

“Now there are quite a few themes, but the most important one is fate over free will. I won’t spoil the actual story, but I’ll try to give a parallel. For instance, I could call it fate that I’m standing here right now, in front of all of you. However, it was rather by my free will that I stood up in the first place. So which of the two could it be?”

I looked at Mrs. Merriweather, adding, “As it was your free will to call me up. However, it could also be fate that you called me up. But, if I choose to accept this as fate, then it’s rather by my free will that wills it. So taking into consideration everything I’ve said up to this point, the story has many moments like these, where a character implies that its fate they continue on through the story, but this also derives from their own actions, which brings up free will.”
I sat back down, feeling I said all I could say to appease my teacher. Sadly, that’s not the case, she asked, “You’re not off the hook just yet, so please, tell me, what Melville thinks of the color-“

“He thinks it’s a deadly, unstable color, as it is all the colors, but none of them at the same time, especially when the color is seen in endangered or dangerous animals, such as albinos and polar bears.”

“Care to go more in depth?” My stomach began to churn as I thought more about the color. I stood back up, trying not to lose myself.

“How polar bears can be vicious creatures and how albinos-“

“Don’t ruin the story.”

I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat, feeling faint as I said, “A white room then. A white room can be viewed as a haven for the innocent and…” My legs began feeling weak. “After some though…the white room gives the sense that nothing exists, and nothing is real, and that the room itself is a trap, much like Melville describes the color as.”

While resisting the urge to fidget where I stood, Mrs. Merriweather stared at me. She commanded, “Enough with this bullshit and get back to your seat. You’ve wasted much of my class time and we may be behind all the other classes for the rest of the year, thanks to you.” I didn’t say a think, as I sat back down, as the memories began to haunt me.

“Uh…Mrs. Merriweather, I think I agree on what Artemis just said.” I knew that voice. It came from one of the smarter students in the classroom. “Like, if you think about it, in-“

“There’s nothing in the book about white rooms, now is there? Class, be silent as we read-“A chair fell over behind me, and everyone looked towards the center of the room. Marek stood up, and it was his chair that fell over. The teacher shouted, “Do you want me to send you to-“

“No need to be a bitch when your husband’s cheating on you.” Everyone began giving each other looks of astonishment, others whispering gossip amongst themselves already, while Marek said, “Come on, Art. I’d rather be homeschooled by Dad than listen another second to this loon.” He offered me his hand, which I hesitantly grabbed hold of as I got up.

“Young man, go to the principal’s office, now! I will not-“

“Don’t lie, I see it in your face. You hate seeing pretty girls, because your husband cheated on you for one. Isn’t that why you set up Art for a question she can’t get correct? And you should make such things be kept private rather than in a local Starbucks.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and seeing for that matter. Mrs. Merriweather began cringing and twitching at the sight of Marek and me now, and her face had turned into a violent shade of red by now. She cried, “Get the fuck out of here!” Just like that, she broke down, and began sobbing on her work desk as Marek pulled me out of the classroom. As the door slammed behind us, Mrs. Merriweather started wailing her lungs out.

We walked down through the hallway in silence, making our way towards the front exit at walking speed, as tension began to build up. I muttered, “You didn’t have to stand up for me.”

Marek huffed, “But I wanted to, I’m not going to let people treat my sis-“ He stuttered. “I mean, my broth-“
I interrupted, “Don’t apologize. It’s all in the past. I know now… I can never be a normal boy ever.” We finally went got to the main exit, making our way outside. A cold wind chilled over my shoulders, while I sighed, “It’s really cold…I forgot my sweater, didn’t I?” Marek stood silently, containing his emotions like he always would whenever I’m alone with him. Without a word, I walked back into the building, pacing through the halls with soft taps echoing with each step in my tennis shoes. After what felt like years of walking, I finally made it back to the doorway to Mrs. Merriweather’s classroom. Her cries could still be heard as I gently turned the doorknob, and opening the door with complete and utter silence.

At first, I thought I got lucky, as all the students were reading their copies of Moby Dick, unaware of my entrance, at least, until I began making my way towards my sweatshirt, where they all began lifting their heads in my direction. Without a moment to lose, I grabbed the shirt and started heading back through the door.

“You fucking bitch…” muttered Mrs. Merriweather in her tears. I looked at her eye to eye, staring into the fiery, blue eyes filled with hatred and pain. Her face looked even redder than ever, but now, her makeup began to smear down her face with all her tears, rolling down her tightly clenched jaw. “I don’t want your slutty ass back in here again!”

My heart jumped out, and I remained silent. Some of the girls laughed quietly in the corner. A few guys whispered to each other, “What a bitch!” I walked out of the room as calmly as I could, with my head held high.

I whispered to myself as I walked through the hallways once more, “I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to cry…I’m not going to be…” I stared down the hall, seeing a figure in the distance. Tears formed in my eyes, as I whimpered, “No…I don’t want to be a girl, not now, no...” Why did I have to see that again? Why?

I sped up as the girl came closer and closer to me, going at the same speed as me, eventually coming side-to-side by me. She sneered, “Care to let me in now?” I tried walking past her, but she caught up to me. She always does. “Though I was gone, huh?”

“Shut up.” I could see the exit, and Marek stood there, waiting in the cold.

“Hope you aren’t a girl in front of him. Else, you’ll upset me so much.”

“I said shut up, Haley!” Reflexively, I made a slapping motion towards her, only to find out she was gone.

Everything didn’t make sense as I got out of the school. Marek took one look at me, and I just started crying into his shoulder, as he asked, “What’s wrong?” All I could do was shake my head against his shoulder. “Art…Please, tell me. I’m your brother. I won’t do anything that’ll hurt you. Ever.” He began stroking my hair with his awfully large, yet somehow, smooth hand, which I hated…yet loved so dearly.

I lifted my head off of his shoulder, gasping for air under my tears, lying, “She called me horrible things, and to never show up to the classroom ever again with a deep hatred.” At first, he looked at me oddly, as if he saw through my lies, so I focused all my thoughts on Haley. I broke out in even more tears, and began to wail, as I thought about how much I wanted her out of my life. Marek embraced me without asking more out of me, holding me close to his chest.
He comforted, “It’s alright. We don’t have to go to her class again. Let’s just go home…alright?”

I smiled weakly, “Okay.” He held me by the hand, just as I did to him when he was younger, to his car. As he ignited the engine, I sniffled with lingering thoughts, apologizing, “I’m sorry…that I’m such a girl at times, Marek. I really wish I could be the same person you once knew me as. You know, without all these emotional mood swings and-“

“Don’t worry.” He looked at me with that delightful smile of his, “Guys have their moments of troubles, right? You’re no different, Art. After all, you’re my big brother, and you’ve taught me well. Maybe you just need to remember some things you taught me for yourself is all.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little, and look at Marek for a little. “Guess you’re right. Thanks for the advice.”

“Don’t mention it.” For a second, Marek seemed to have just sighed. I wasn’t sure if it was just my mind or not, but we both remained silent as we went home.
-End of chapter-
Okay, fine, there's a character still based off of Hutch. Nyeh.

dude i was just kidding about the...hey! you're joking too right?

Very last line. And what did you think of the story? This is like, a whole new style I'm adopting....for a short period of time, cuz it's a bastard child

was there a story leading up to this, or did it start on it's own...and are Art and Marek siblings?

Oh, right, duh, I forgot that I just started the story out of the blue. Well, the story actually starts in chapter 2. Chapter 1 mostly sets up several questions the reader may have. And I'm not answering Art and Marek being siblings =P Also, if it helps, I noticed a tense error. I wrote "If you've followed along my tale." Now it's "If you follow along my tale."

thanx for clarifying that..

Sorry if this is kind of yielding a negative effect on what I wrote, but chapter 2 will be up tonight,

My head is confused with Art. Aside from that, like the start, original.
There are 2 or so grammar errors though, very minor.

Sweet! Care to spot them out for me? Since Word and Google Chrome fail to identify it for me?

And yay, victory in causing confusion! (which will be resolved within the next 5 chapters... most of it I hope)

Chapter Two: How it all Began

I’m Arthur. Or at least, I used to be. Everyone calls me Art now, short for Artemis. Though, I know my family calls me Art because they know of my…past.

I lived in Britain when I was Arthur, and it was sometime before the First World War began. Even then, life was so perfect. I even had two parents, a mother and father, whom showered me with love.

Times were harsh though, but that didn’t stop them from giving me two meals a day while they had one. We had our laughs, and, of course, our fights. But we loved each other immensely, that nothing could drive us apart, even if we lived in poverty. Or so I thought.

February 13th is the day I entered hell. February 13th also happened to be my birthday. I was only turning ten at the time. Ugh, such a bloody day it was. Literally.

I woke up late that day, thinking my parents were off trying to earn money and food. I stood up from the floor, while rummaging through the trash to see if there had been any leftovers. I frowned as I found nothing, deciding I should walk around and see what some of the other kids in the slum were doing. My stomach growled as I headed out of the rotten, decrepit house, only to find myself going backwards as I walked forward.

Two men immediately pinned me to the flooring I had slept on, as I squirmed in all directions to break their hold on me. My efforts were futile, however, as the two men simply laughed, making jokes to each other which I could barely make out, as I began screaming, hoping my parents would come. Eventually, one of the men forced his hand against my cheek, silencing me.

“About time, I thought you were never going to be quiet,” growled the one who just hit me, in a dark, low voice. Next thing I knew, my breathing went shaky, as tears filled my eyes. Oh, and I wet myself.

“Ha ha, look at the boy’s trousers, he couldn’t hold it in.” Now they both were laughing louder than ever, while keeping a firm hold on me. I really hated them, wishing my dad would just come into the room and beat them up.

“Enough out of you two, unless you don’t want your pay!” The two burly men now tightened themselves upright as their laughter came to a halt. A third man now came into sight, looking down at me from behind the other two. He shook his head as he looked at me, sighing, “Shame. Now what I expected out of this one, but I guess I’ve read too much Arthurian legend now. Keep holding him down for a just a few seconds.” He walked away, only sighing as I continued crying. Then, two faces showed themselves beside me.

I whimpered, “Mum…Dad…”

“Quiet. I don’t want another word from you,” hissed my mother. “All this time, we take care of you, and…and…and…” She broke out in tears, as my father held her in his arms.

My father whispered with anger, “Can’t you see how much pain you bring us? Does it ever occur to you how grateful you should be? But no. You only eat yourself like a pig, only to cause more trouble for us with that temper of yours.”

I cried, “But I didn’t-“

“Oh yes you have! Do you remember when you argued with us just last week? When you whined how you wanted to eat more food, because you were…starving? We’re starving too, boy, and we’ve told you this several times before! If all you are going to be is a devil child when we pamper you, then I say it’s our turn to live in luxury, while you suffer the consequences! We’re done with him! Take him off to wherever you’re going, and we’ll take your payment for him!”

I stopped crying now, feeling a horrible feeling I had never felt before, that engulfed me into darkness. My mother grabbed my hand, while sobbing, “I’m sorry, Arthur. We love you…But we can’t have you anymore.”

The man from before now came into our home once more, smirking, “All very touching, but I’m afraid we can’t make that dream of yours come true.” He pulled out a revolver, and two deafening noises filled the air, as both of my parents lay limp on the ground. I screamed louder than ever, as my backside began to feel a warm, moist feeling as the two men holding me down simply looked at each other. “I’d behave if I were you two, or you’ll end up like them.” My parents’ killer now came up face-to-face to me.

I spit in his face, only for him to neglect it completely as he pulled out a syringe from a pocket from his jacket. He immediately began ripping off my shirt, as I kept spitting at him helplessly. He chuckled, “I sure hope you die when I inject this into you.” He wiggled the syringe in front of my eyes, as I caught site of the black liquid inside of it. Before I could react, the needle pierced through my chest, in between my ribs, as the man began pressing his thumb against the end, forcing the vile contents into my body.

Everything began to blur. I felt dizzy all of a sudden. I tried grasping onto consciousness. My eyes finally closed themselves, as I heard two more deafening sounds through the air, followed with “Thanks for the help, gentlemen.” I blacked out, having lost my world.

Intense...Hardcore...

I changed my mind a lot on this chapter xD So I wouldn't be surprised if something sounds off, and suggestions would be appreciated as always :3

is Marek based off of me? or is it another character? I think you should neglect LOTW for awhile and work on this...

nice how i can hardly read the "spoiler"..