Resurrection and Revenge

**FLASHBACK**

It was a quiet night on the street where Sean Avery was growing up, everyone was fast asleep, and not a single light was on. Or so it seemed. In the smallest room of apartment number 4, a twelve-year-old boy, by the name of Sean Avery, lay awake in his bed and he was very much awake. Sean had given up sleeping, for every time he fell asleep, he was haunted by his childhood so far. He’d spent his school years in the house of his abusive parents.

In that particular year, Sean’s mother and father frequently fought and abused their son. Sean was sick of it, but he didn’t dare to fight back…not yet. It hadn’t crossed his mind until now.

When Sean arrived home each day, all of his belongings had been locked in the cupboard under the stairs, and he was locked into his room right away, (which had been emptied and made just for him). Sean was only fed a little each day, but he was unsure how long that would last. He was like a real life Harry Potter. His window was bricked up and his door had twelve locks installed on it, and his parents insisted and kept blaming him for everything that went wrong in their lives.

But it wasn’t his fault.

Everyday the list of problems seemed to get longer and worse. Sean knew it was only a matter of time before they started to REALLY take their anger out on him. What he didn't know was that it would be very soon indeed.

Two weeks after his school term ended, he heard the door slam so hard, it seemed to make the house tremble. A thunderous voice shook him to the bones.

"BOY!!!!!" his father yelled, marching up the stairs towards his “room.” "HOW DID YOU DO IT, YOU FILTHY LITTLE SHIT?! DID YOU SNEAK OUT OF YOUR ROOM SOMEHOW?! YOU'LL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN! NEVER!!!"

The man's screaming was absolutely terrifying to Sean. "W-what did I do?" He asked frightened.

"YOU KNOW BLOODY WELL WHAT YOU DID YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! HOW DID YOU DO IT?! HOW DID YOU GET ME FIRED?! YOU WILL PAY SO DEARLY FOR THIS! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A FREAK!!"

That was the first time when Sean's blood actually started to boil in him, "I am not a freak!" His fear of his father at the moment was the only thing that kept him from yelling.

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME!" the enraged man yelled, and with that he grabbed Sean and tossed him against the hard wall. The small Sean Avery started to whimper, "DON'T YOU WHINE AT ME! YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF!!!!" His father picked him up by his messy kid hair, and punched him hard in the gut. Sean fell to the floor, trying hard not to cry out. Then his father started to kick, punch, hurt. When he finally left, Sean was lying unconscious, and bleeding on the floor.

Everyday after that was the same, Sean would be beaten for everything that went wrong in the his parent's lives. It was normally abuse from his father, though his mother did pitch in at times. She was more a drunk prostitute mess though.

Everyday his father would look for a job, and fail in getting one, so Sean was beaten. When his mother was annoyed by ANYONE, he was beaten, even when he didn’t necessarily do anything seriously wrong, he was beaten. It was always his father who did the beating, and Sean started to fear him, (and the twelve dreaded clicks of the locks on his door) more than anything.

When Sean's Birthday rolled around, he thought hopefully, that maybe…just maybe…he wouldn't be beaten for this one day. But he knew better.

"They probably don't even remember that it's your birthday, and even if they did they would still beat you. What are you expecting, for them to throw a party?" He thought to himself.

Sean narrowed his eyes, that little voice in his head was right. It all made sense, they'd known him since birth and they can't even tell when he seemed to be acting odd, they didn't care. They just didn't care!

At that moment Sean heard the twelve locks, and all his anger, melted into fear.

"Boy," his father said placidly, "Take a guess at what you did this time."

"I-I don't know," Sean stuttered.

"Wrong answer." And with that his father punched Sean, hard, in the gut.

"P-PLEASE! DON'T! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!" He knew his attempt was a feeble one, but it was the only card he had to play.

"Oh, you're birthday huh? Well in that case you should get a two for one deal." His father said, with a smirk that rivaled that of any number of movie villains.

His father then walked out of the room, leaving Sean bewildered at the meaning of his words. A few seconds later his father walked into the room, followed closely by his mother, who was holding her favorite vase in her hands. Or what was left of the vase.

Realization hit Sean full force, "YOU'RE SICK! YOU ARE SO TWISTED! YOU BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF ME ENOUGH AS IT IS! BUT WHEN YOU REALIZE IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, YOU BRING YOUR WIFE IN HERE AND GET HER TO BEAT ME! DO YOU GET PLEASURE IN WATCHING ME IN PAIN?! TO BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF PEOPLE?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Sean knew he was going to pay for yelling, and calling his father sick, but he was too angry to care. Nobody cared about him, not his "friends" not his "family" nobody!

His father turned to his mother and nodded, and with that they both hit Sean over and over. When they finally left him, he was in more pain than he could ever remember being in.

"I'm going to die," he thought, and with that he passed out.

When he finally woke up, he ultimately decided that he couldn’t stay there any longer. He didn’t want to die and he had heard about this awesome sport around. He wanted to tryout. He knew he would never be able to with his abusive father and uncaring parents, so he packed up all of his stuff and when his father came for another session, he quickly dodged him. Luckily the man was drunk off his ass and discoordinated, so slipping him was easy.

“FUCK YOU BOTH!! I’M OUTTA HERE!!” He darted for the door and ran away from the house. For once he was happy.

And during the next few years he learned to be on his own at age 13. Sure he was a kid, but he was rather smart and he had some help along the way from coaches. They admired his toughness and his grit and they groomed him with it. Soon he was known as Sean Avery, the worst goon to ever grace the ice.

Notes

Cause...this is how murderers and bad people are created...but just because you had a horrible childhood, gives you no right to kidnap a Chicago Blackhawk and torture him to death!!??!!??


Next up: Avery's gotta game and it involves some serious Seggyness!