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A/N: Wonder how the wind rangers are going to get tori back before it is too late.
In this chapter, nathan is the narrator of his story.
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Chapter 4:"Nathan Thompson's E! True Hollywood Life Story!"
- Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child's loss of a doll and a king's loss of a crown are events of the same size.
Mark Twain (1835-1910 -
There's not much to say about my life... except the occasional human torment of being alive.
I know this might sound so cliche and been heard so many times from others but my dark life started like any villian.
A hard, horrible, terrible upbringing.
My father and mother were great parents at the beginning, loved each other and me, flowers and sunshine, life is great bullshit, BAH...BAH...BAH.
I was born and raise in the great country of England, we lived in a small cutesy house in the fields, we had a dog named angel, everything seemed fine since then but the problems began when daddy dearest lost his resturant business and all the money went down with it in a fire.
The insurance company said they couldn't give him the money because of some bullshit they made up so they won't have to pay.
Mum had to get two jobs to support us, I was babysat by my least favorite aunt ruth, a ruthless and nasty bitch she was, tossing me around like a ragdoll when I was a baby because I apparently was a bad child for crying for milk, anyway, my father found a new thing he loved more than us which was any alcohol that he can reach or pay for.
Not to mention the women he also lusted over and constantly brought home when mum wasn't home and fuck them, he didn't have the shame to have sex in front of me when I was four.
Then at the sweet age of five, I went to school for the first time,, that was the year the worst of my father came out.
The real him.... his beast.
Mum found edivince of his wild life and comforted him about it, they screamed at each other and before any of us could stop him, he punch her on her face, she fell to the floor hard and my father wasn't done with her yet.
He grabbed her roughly and lifted her over his shoulders and took her to their room, all I heard was screaming , crying, smacking, and punching then it was over in ten minutes, my father came and rebuckle his pants and grabbed his coat and left.
The door was wide open, there lying nake and bleeding was my mother, I crawl into bed with her and covered her with a blanket, I hugged her while she cryed all night.
When I woke in the middle of the night and I notice my mother wasn't near me anymore, so I got out of the bed and walked out of the room looking for her.
Then I heard screaming in the kitchen and went there to see what happened now, when I reached the door and pushed it lightly, so I could peek slowly and not be notice by them, I saw that my father came home drunk to death and cause a fight with mum.
They scream at each other and father swung his fist at her face hard that he broke her jaw.
Then he took his hammer from the table and beat her to a bloody paste with it, I was there hiding behind a crack of the door to the room, watching my mother's blood splash across the room like water.
I was only five when my father commited the murder, when her skull and broken body breathe her last breath, father took a big black trash bag and shoved her body inside, tied it up and went to the backyard,I follow him and hid beside a brush, he left and came back with a shovel.
I saw him dig and dig over and over until there was a big hole and then he dropped the bag where my mum was in and started putting all the dirt back in the hole until it was filled and he smoothed it around to make sure it blended with the ground.
Then he left again inside our house and I followed him again until we reached the kitchen again and I hid behind the refrigarator.
He went through the kitchen and left, I didn't dare move because I was afraid he might see me, so I waited until he came back and got some sort of can and started to spill it all over the kitchen floor, table and everywhere else until there wasn't one drop left.
He took out a box of matches and before I knew what was happening the place was in fire and my father ran out of there, I knew that my father wasn't coming back to stop it, so I was trapped inside and nowhere to go, fire surrounding me and I could feel the heat on my skin.
Then I heard my father screaming for me, a rush of joy flow through me and I screamed back.
"Dad.....die."
I screamed and screamed until my throat was sore and I couldn't speak anymore, there was a bang and I saw my father, he ran at me, grabbed me in his arms and ran towards the backyard until he collaspe on the ground.
That's when I notice that his body was caught on fire, I patted and smacked his entire body until there was no spark of fire on him.
I left him there and did all I could do when something like this happen, like my mother taught me, which was get help, so I ran out to the backyard gate and ran to the next-door neighbors home and rang their doorbell.
Mrs. Roslina opened the door, she was a middle-age lady that was the only kind one I knew who would give me chocolate chip cookies when I visited her.
I told her half of the truth about what happened but left out the rest, she let me in and walked to the phone and called the police.
She made me wait inside with her while her only son and husband went to check on my father.
I waited in the living room sitting on a sofa while Mrs. Roslina went to get me something to eat and drink, I know what you must be thinking, that why didn't I tell her the whole truth that my father murdered my mother but I was to scare to tell, for fear that my father might hurt me the same.
So what they didn't know didn't hurt me.
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~ 5 years ~
My father went to prison for life when I confessed to the murder of my mother on the court.
That didn't go well...at all.
I was stuck in an orphanage for half my life, beatens and starvations from the nuns and priests when they thought the "devil" was within me.
It bother sometimes but the worse happened until one night, when the nuns and priests came to get me from my room and took me to the cafeteria, in front of everyone there and took off my clothes until I was naked and flipped me on my stomach and started whipping me on my back and bottom, they thought that I was possessed by a demon and told all the kids to line up and take turn whipping me until I was covered in my own blood then the nuns turned me around and hold me down while the priests touch me down there one by one.
I couldn't take it anymore....so that was when I found out I had the power of ice.
I froze the place down with everyone inside, I walked out of that with no freezing burn marks on my skin and ran as far as I could go.
I found the some rag clothes from an homeless man and took them and left London and sneak inside a ship going to Canada.
A place where it was my kind of country...where I bump into an old chinese man who told me he could teach me ninjutsu, to control my ice power in a school called The Icestorm Ninja Academy.
I took his offer and he took me in, gave me clothes, food, and a roof over my head but that wasn't enough to satisfy my thrist for power, ultimate power.
That's when she came in...
Tori Hanson...the most beautiful girl I've ever lay my eyes upon, I was so excited about the tournament, to show what I was made of.
When it was time to fight her, I loved it... I loved her!
I beat her and won for my schoolmates but I won something better and soon she was all mine, that is until her sensei and his ninjas got in the way of my destiny.
And now, here I am, to reek chaos upon my enemies and reclaimed my rightful destiny to rule earth with tori by my side.
Nathan ninja streaked back to Lothor's ship to see how his lovely tori was doing.
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A/N: What do you think? Nathan's is planning to finish the plan he started many years ago, but there is one person who will get in the way of tori and him, no matter what it takes.
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