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Apr. 16th, 2012

Anakin hated his name.

His parents had thought it was cool back in 1999 when Episode I had come out. His mom had gone to the premiere dressed as a pregnant Princess Leia, and had gone into labor during the closing credits. She had delivered him while still in the costume, and had the freakin' thing mounted in a frame, blood and mucous stains out thewre for the entire world to see. She had even gotten some of the crew to sign a poster that she had hung in the hallway opposite the dress, but not anybody you'd know. Signatures like Andy Secombe and Ben Taylor, and Trisha Biggar. She hadn't even gotten the cool signatures, like Ewen McGregor or Liam Neeson, Or even Jake Lloyd, the kid who had played his namesake.

He had to walk past those damn things every day. And one of the little tidbits he had learned was that some of the brownish staining on the Leia costume was shit, actual shit that his mother had thrust out during his birth. Framed shit, displayed in the entryway of their home.

He hated his life.

Dad had died two years ago, a heart attack while fucking his secretary. Mom sort of took it in stride, and threw herself into her animal rescue thing, becoming weirder and more distant. He did try to talk to her for a while, but she had come to a kind of tunnel vision working with the "animals that had no other voice but for us".

He hated her.

No, he really didn't. More than anything he pitied her, seeing her life kind of tunnel down into a small, restricted box where she didn't have to really deal with anything that could actually talk to her.

He hated school.

The kid-fucks had called him "Annie", and flushed his head more than a few times. He learned early on that his best camouflage was blending into the background, not raising any flags that would cause anyone to recognize him and single him out for some sort of delicious punishment.

His parents were freaks. He knew that, and was embarrassed by them at every opportunity. Yes, they loved Star Wars, but they kinda took the whole Jedi thing way too far. On his tenth birthday they got him a novelty "Home Mitichlorian Test Kit", which they found kind of hilarious, but really kind of pissed him off.

And really, that was the breaking point.

The Home Mitichlorian Test Kit was always intended to be a novelty. It showed up as positive when you sprinkled water on it in the same way that the little patches in your phone show up red if you expose it to water. There was ooohing and aaahing and lauging, and the kind of secret looks that parents give each other when the wine has hit, and it was just too much.

"This isn't fucking funny!"

Mom and Dad both stared at him, their eyes focusing on his, blue as a lake.

"You don't understand!"

And they started laughing. Small giggles at first, then full-on laughter as they looked at each other.

It was the last time that they connected so deeply.

From that point on, he knew he had enemies.

Anakin hated his father. He knew his weakness, and over time, he *pushed*.

The look on his father's face when he died was one of surprise. Apparently it's not uncommon.

He has a harder time dealing with Mom. She has set up a whole lot of defensive walls, cordoned herself off from certain aspects of reality. It's almost like she knows. Her defenses are really pretty strong.

Annakin is patient.


( 18 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 16th, 2012 10:07 am (UTC)
A scary tale of anticipation.
Apr. 17th, 2012 03:21 am (UTC)
Couple of minor typos -

stains out thewre for the entire world / "there"

Neeson, Or even Jake / lower-case "o"

This is such a neat piece - I know you wanted to write shorter this week, and I think it's even stronger for the brevity. It's so much creepier when we as the reader fill in the story around it, and I love how you suck us in by empathizing with, yeah, the parents would totally embarrass me, too, and then poof, they're being killed and shit-we-kind-of-wanted-it...

One piece of concrit, in case it's helpful - the placement of Dad's death works as far as the current dynamic in the family, but then it's a little jarring when we get to "His parents were freaks" and we're back in a place where they are both alive...is there a way to set up the structure with the death of Dad, and what Mom's doing now, and the revelation later that it's Anakin's doing, but that ushers the reader through the time-shifts more smoothly?

This was a terrific voice and I loved how it is almost anti-fan-fic!
Apr. 18th, 2012 02:40 am (UTC)
Sorry for the typos. I was starting to get sick as I was writing, and it progressed into fairly full-on fever mode by the time I finished, so I kinda muffed the spellcheck and such. I think that also had something to do with the shortness, and definitely in the weird time juxtaposition.

I'm not really happy with the description of Anakin's causation of his father's death-- *pushing* was pretty much a direct rip from Stephen King's Firestarter-- but nobody seems to mind too much, and maybe the connection with the topic made it enough.
Apr. 18th, 2012 03:56 am (UTC)
I thought "pushing" worked just fine, and I've read Firestarter but didn't make the connection until you mention it here. And it seems like in a piece this length you just need one good word that lets us imagine the rest, or you'll end up spending a lot of words on how it works?
Apr. 17th, 2012 10:19 am (UTC)
Clever, the ideal family for the 'Disfunctional family' award.

Brief is best.
Apr. 17th, 2012 01:18 pm (UTC)
I really like the way this ties into the prompt. Very fitting and original.
Apr. 17th, 2012 03:23 pm (UTC)
You used brevity well. :)
Apr. 17th, 2012 06:50 pm (UTC)
His name drove him crazy. It made a great story!
Apr. 18th, 2012 02:14 am (UTC)
This is sinister and amusing at the same time. Well done.
Apr. 18th, 2012 05:40 am (UTC)
it's creative and fresh
Apr. 18th, 2012 09:42 am (UTC)
Yikes. Poor kid; poor parents.
Apr. 18th, 2012 10:12 pm (UTC)
Oh, wow... killing your parents by their own faults... The Darwinatrix would approve! Well done!
Apr. 19th, 2012 01:22 am (UTC)
Creepy...not just the kid but the whole situation. Well done.
Apr. 19th, 2012 08:17 am (UTC)
I know something of what Annakin feels. I didn't hate my father, though, and he died first... and my mother's cancer had to do with her 35+ years as a smoker.

Potent stuff. Thanks for sharing.
Apr. 19th, 2012 02:01 pm (UTC)
Poor Anakin. It really is a stupid name. Plus the movie was poor, too... can't help feeling his parents got what they deserved!
Apr. 19th, 2012 03:46 pm (UTC)
This is so well written.
Apr. 19th, 2012 09:37 pm (UTC)
What I like is how Anakin grows up to become rather like the character that he's named for, despite hating all the Star Wars stuff. :)
Apr. 20th, 2012 12:44 am (UTC)
!!! that was deliciously creepy :D
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