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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2019 11:31:08 GMT -6
It's human nature to compare ourselves to our peers. So it goes without saying that every relationship experiences some degree of jealousy or competitiveness, but the relationship between siblings is perhaps more prone to conflict than any other. Many things can give rise to sibling rivalry, in some cases it can take years to form but in others you can see it's insidious roots spawn instantly in the mind of an only child, who has just learned they will soon have a sibling, someone to share everything with.
But what about siblings who were born within mere minutes of each other?
Their relationships are often strained from day one as they compete for parental attention, for toys and later on as they grow, for dominance. It's a tough job raising twins, but any attentive and committed parental unit that has been blessed with such a miracle will tell you that once fostered a healthy bond between twin siblings is one of the strongest you will find.
But what about twin boys who lacked such a parental unit? What about twin boys who lacked guidance?
What about twin boys who were unwanted and born into a uncaring world of poverty?
And what if those twin boys, who already had so much going against them, were encouraged to fight each other for the most tenuous reasons and, sometimes, just for the entertainment of the adults that were supposed to love, protect and provide for them?
And what if, despite all of that, those twin boys were inseparable from birth, bestowed with a bond that would only grow stronger the more it was tested?
Well in that kind of environment and with those kinds variables, boys aren't raised into men.
Children are warped into thugs and hooligans.
Young men are molded in to monsters and menaces.
Back in the Dayz: Chapter 1
10th September 2009
Somerleyton Estate
Brixton
London
 Beads of condensation trickled down the single glass pane windows that were set in the mold covered walls of the damp and humid living room in which the big for their age, twelve year old, non-identical twin boys stood toe to toe. The taunts and jeers from the adults in the room sent adrenaline pulsing through their adolescent bodies as they prepared themselves for what was to come. This was a a scenario that had played out many times before and they both knew what was coming, what they had to do. Time seemed to slow down as their fists begun flying, their faces acting as make shift landing strips for crash landing hay-makers, the impacts coming with quick succession as they unloaded on each other in a flurry.Within in thirty seconds it was over, their uncles, twenty years older and twenty years stronger, pulled them apart and struck them both with blows more powerful than all the punches they themselves had just thrown at each other combined. * - * The bedroom door was locked from the outside less than a second after the twins were haphazardly thrown inside. The sound of the key turning in the lock echoed around the sparsely decorated room. The twins looked at each other, their faces swelling and bleeding more and more while they observed. With their adrenaline ceasing to act as a pain killer the consequences of their physical exchange began to be felt. There were no tears, no tantrums, in fact their reaction to their wounds and increasing levels of pain would be surprising in men more than three times their age but in all truth it wasn't bravery or anything to be proud of. Their threshold and tolerance for pain was nothing but a grim testament to the years worth of abuse and violence their young minds and bodies had already been inflicted with. The two boys looking at each other, love, hatred and anger simmering just under their skin. "One of these days..." the smaller of the twins spoke, his voice breaking through a mixture of emotion and puberty. "It's gonna be us locking them in a room." the larger of the two interjected, correctly finishing his brothers sentence with a sternness in his voice denoting a mindset well beyond his twelve years. |
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2019 11:35:47 GMT -6
I'm sure we've all witnessed acts of violence that sent the victim scurrying away, beaten and down trodden. They didn't lash out or strike strike back, they didn't grow, they shrunk down inside themselves and every time they think about the act that put them their they relive it all over again and another small part of them dies.
But what happens when the victim refuses to run?
What happens when the victim refuses to shrink and hide?
What happens when instead of dying inside at every flashing memory they grow stronger and more resilient?
And what happens when that victim is not alone but instead shares every second of that violence?
When twin boys are forced top fight each other, what do they learn?
When those same twin boys are beaten by men more than twice their size and three times their age, what do they learn?
They learn how to fight and they learn how to take punishment the extent of which bodies and minds so young should still be unaware of.
Violence begets violence, and when those twin boys are not having their basic needs and wants met at home, when nobody is providing for them.
They might start following the example being set for them.
And with the tools they've been given by their tormentors, they might just start taking things for themselves.
Back in the Dayz: Chapter 2
28th December 2009
Somerleyton Estate
Brixton
London
"I can't, he's my cousin." said the timid looking fiteen year old boy as tears welled in his eyes. "I don't care, fight him or we fight both of you" came the cold uncaring response from the tall and well built for his age thirteen year old boy. "Tell 'em Tox." His twin spurred him on, backing his brother with both words and presence as the two stood uncomfortably close to their victims. As the twin brothers become increasingly threatening with their demeanor the sheepish fifteen year old looked to his cousin and apologised before punching him in the face. The pair scrapped wildly, their inexperience in a fight showing as they flailed around on the floor throwing swear words and limp wrists at each other. The twin boys looked on, so frustrated by the pitiful scene before them that after less than a minute, and without communication, they stepped forward and each pulled one of the boys up from the floor with ease.. They started to rifle through their pockets, taking out and keeping anything they found. Their victims accepted everything that was happening and stood motionless, too afraid to speak or defend themselves as the younger but superior in every way twins took everything they had on them. With their victims pockets emptied the twins each delivered a vicious slap to their victims face which knocked them to the floor and echoed off the walls of the council owned tower blocks that surrounded them. The twin boys headed back to the flat their shared with their mother and her brothers, but only after a trip to the local friend chicken shop to ease their aching stomachs on their victims coin. They walked back to their council flat loud and boisterously with their bellies full to bursting. Upon reaching the flat the shorter of the two slipped his key in to the door and gently pushed it open. They crept in to the dark hall way and towards the bedroom they had shared they entire lives, but just as they opened the door, the living room door was thrown open. They stood upright and slowly turned around to be greeted by the sight of the woman who had birthed them thirteen years ago, leaning in the door way with a cheap plastic bottle of White Lightening cider in her hand. "You two, get your fahkin' arses in here now!" she slurred as she pointed towards the living room. The twins looked at each other for a split second, considering their options. "You fahkin' heard her!" bellowed one of their uncles from inside the living room. The twins looked at each again before walking towards the living room, once inside they took off their jackets and stood facing each other as their uncles and their friends began to ridicule and belittle them. Their mother sat on the sofa between her brothers and guzzled from her plastic bottle of cider as her twin sons squared up and began throwing measured punches at each others faces. |
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2019 11:38:17 GMT -6
We are all products of our environment.
Most of us come from an environment that encouraged us to grow and succeed
But what about those who weren't so fortunate?
Nature can only do so much before nurture, or a lack of it, takes over.
And when the environment is broken it's products are, somewhat faulty.
Back In The Dayz: Chapter 3
15th February 2010
Somerleyton Estate
Brixton
London "No. He's my brother." Said a thirteen year old Tox, his voice breaking slightly with fear and anxiety as he spoke. "Fight each other or we fight yous." Replied his much larger uncle, gesturing with his hands towards the large man seated next to him. "You're gonna do that anyway. You always do." Replied Tox defiantly. As soon as the words had left his mouth his uncles were on their feet ready to pounce but before they could Shox struck his brother with a right hook. Their uncles stopped in their tracks as the brothers squared up to each other and then sat down and watched as they begun to unload their frustrations through thrown fists. As the boys began to tire their uncles grew bored of merely watching and rose to their feet. They each grabbed a hold of one of the boys and slapped them multiple times then dragged to the front door and through them out in to the night. The boys picked themselves up and looked at each other. "Sorry." Said Shox. Tox stuck out his balled fist and Shox quickly met it with his own. The boys turned an walked towards the stairwell, as they moved a quick shove was exchanged between them followed by a brief smile |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2019 14:37:40 GMT -6
As boys grow their needs increase exponentially.
Every day they require more.
And when they have been blessed with the tools to take what they need when they need it, it's not long before their become greedy.
Before they start taking more than they need.
More than their fair share.
And when greedy boys routinely have what is theirs taken from them, their desire for more becomes insatiable.
Back In The Dayz: Chapter 4
17th June 2010
Somerleyton Estate
Brixton
LondonTox and Shox enter the concrete stairwell of the Somerleyton Estate with their bellies and pockets full. Their reputation had grown to match their bodies and the well built thirteen year olds had become feared. Their mere presence had other children on edge, a fact they enjoyed and used to their advantage to exploit and coerce them. They playfully push and shove each other as they boisterously make their way up the flight of stairs. Their demeanor changes as they reach the floor they live on and see their uncles waiting for them outside their flat. The fraternal twin brothers hesitate and look at each other for a second, a slight hint of fear deep in their eyes. They push it down and brush it off, and without saying a word they stroll confidently towards their uncles. As they approach at pace, their Uncles subconsciously realize that their size advantage is not what it once was. Feeling threatened, but doing what they can to hide it, they slap Tox and Shox around the back of their heads and shove them through the door of the flat. “Empty your pockets” they say at the same time. And as the front door is closed behind them the brothers follow the order they were given. |
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