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[Dec. 27th, 2007|11:29 am] |
Cole Jacobs was pretty much the epitome of everything his parents hated. This was probably because up until his tenth birthday, nary a day passed that he didn’t go to church with his bible beating parents. The Jacobs’ thought they’d pretty much gotten God’s voice into Cole’s head, and didn’t feel the need to take him every day after that. He went to St. John’s School for Boys until he hit high school, and that’s where all the trouble started.
Cole walked into school his first day with a button down and a pair of fitted jeans. Within a week, the button downs had turned into t-shirts borrowed from his new friends, and he was wearing their jeans. Of course, both his parents objected to this. Their baby’s sixteenth birthday was the first time they got the bird from their boy as he left the house with a cigarette between his lips. He came home with an illegal Misfits tattoo on his forearm, and was promptly sent to boarding school. It was there that Cole got his crescent. He got his head banged off of a brick wall and when the mark didn’t go away for more than a couple months, the principal realized that something must be done.
She didn’t know exactly what it was, but she’d heard from a former teacher of a student like this one, with the same mark. Of course, she’d brushed it off as shenanigans because honestly, the woman was completely off her rocker when she’d passed this story along. The principal let Cole go along for another couple of months, but slowly he stopped going to his classes. She wasn’t having this, and promptly sent two of the school’s guards to take him across campus. The men found Cole sitting in the corner of his room with the blinds shut tight – blankets covering the windows and masking the room of light.
The two guards – as built as they were – had trouble getting the skinny seventeen year old out of his room, and both men bled quite a bit before the teenager was shoved out into the sunlight. They didn’t expect him to start screaming and covering his eyes. They watched as the teenager crawled back inside, shoving one of them against the wall hard enough to collapse him to the ground. Cole crawled on his hands and knees into the darkest part of the hallway and fainted.
When he woke up, everything around him was dark and blurry. His principal explained to him that she wasn’t sure what was really going on, but that he was going to be sent to another school – one that would be more equipped to his “needs”, she called them. “Needs.” To this day, Cole hates that term. He barely understands what he is and doesn’t have any idea why his stupid scar has to do with anything at all. Without his parents’ consent, Cole couldn’t attend this special school, and was sent home.
Things seemed to be going just dandy for several months until the Jacobs’ neighbors heard the missus screaming bloody murder next door. When the cops arrived, they had to bust the door down. The police found Cole handcuffed to a pipe in the basement, his father lying dead at his bare feet. The teenager was covered in blood, chest heaving. He’d maneuvered himself between the pipe and the wall and was licking the fresh blood from his lips. Needless to say, Cole was taken down to the police station and questioned. The doctor found thick welts on his side, presumably from his deceased father. His mother, though hysterical at the time of the questioning, admitted that her husband and her son rarely got along after Cole was shipped back, but she never knew that he’d been beating him.
When Cole was questioned, the police were more than shocked at how polite he was to them. He explained that he’d snapped, that he hadn’t been able to keep anything down for the longest time, and when his father had started beating him, well – the officer didn’t need to hear anything else, and frankly didn’t want to spend anymore time talking to the blood soaked teenager. He was sent to the House of Night after they realized that without the place, he would probably die.
Cole showed up in the back of a squad car in the middle of the night, two pairs of handcuffs fastened around his wrists. He was led out of the car with a man twice his size on each side, one of them holding a suitcase of clothing, hoping that he wasn’t going to be as much as a terror for them as he was for the police department. |
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[Dec. 27th, 2007|11:29 am] |
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