Cyberseed, the prequel

Sylvester stumbled back into his room. How was it even possible?! His entire life have been falling apart in a matter of a week. Fuck. Need something. Need anything. His hands snatched the pill bottle that was sitting in plain sight on the tidy mahogany desk. Couldn’t open it… WHY WOULDN’T IT OPEN?! Hands were too shaky. Too weak.
    “Please… I- I- I just.. just need a … Just…”
It popped open as he managed to force it, and white pills spilled out on the floor.
    “FUCK!! Nononono… no no no. Need...Need to put them in. Go back in. Go back in. He can’t see them like this.” 

This really can’t be happening. Why now? Why him? Why is any of this happening?
    “Fuck fuck fuck… need.. air.”
He rapidly put the bottle back on the floor and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. It still felt tight. Too tight. Entire shirt was too tight. Need to get the shirt off. No. Wait. The pills. Pick up the pills. He picked them up as quickly as he could, but it was extremely difficult with such shaky hands. One was dropped.

“No… no… don’t do this…”
There was heavy footsteps coming towards the door.
    “Please don’t do this…”
The door opened as he held the pill in hand, knees on the floor. Like a beggar. Fitting. All he could do was beg right now. Victor, his father, stepped inside and closed the door. His voice as demanding and intimidating as ever.
    “Stand. Up.”
There was a lump in Sylvesters throat. A lump so big that it felt like it was strangling him. Slowly, pill bottle in hand, he stood up. He was fucked. So. Fucked. Everything about this was fucked.
Victor forced his eyes together to collect his thoughts and took a deep breath. There was a whole lot to go through.
    “If you hadn’t been a minor I’d have you two wed immediately. Consider yourself engaged from this very second forward. On your eighteenth birthday, you two will marry.”
Sylvester shook his head in disbelief. His voice was forced out.

    “What? No I… I d-don’t want to. I don’t want t-to marry her!”
Victor sighed and rubbed his nose bone.
    “So just marry another woman later. Marriage is not like the movies. It’s not all just lovey dovey feelings.”

Victor continued and tried his best to talk as calmly as he could.

    “Do you understand why I let her into the family?”
Sylvester stood silently. He didn’t know. He didn’t understand anything. Why is any of this happening? Victor continued.
    “Do you not understand how our family's entire image could have been RUINED by your brainlessess and impulsiveness? What do you think they would say on the news if they got a hold of this first? You are not only ruining your own reputation but also MINE.”

Sylvester bit his lip. And only now remembered that he actually didn’t take any of those pills. Fuck. This is a nightmare… it has to be. Victor continued.
    “If this had happened to ANYONE ELSE in the family, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. But no. It had to happen to my first born. Media would love to tear our reputation apart!”
Sylvester's eyes where on the floor. He’d like to be on the floor, sink through the floor. Not exist. Victor was getting impatient.
    “Sylvester. Straighten your damned spine, and for once. Look. At. ME!”
Sylvester felt like he was staring into the sun. He was going to get scorched. Burned for his sins. It was hard enough to keep standing with the world swaying around him, but straightening his back made the room spin once. Victor took a step closer.
    “Your actions impact us all, for good or bad. And now they’re impacting us for the worse. Do you understand that?”
    “Yes.”
    “Do you understand that I have worked you up your entire Goddamn life?!”
    “Yes.”
    “So what the hell are you thinking? Not just this, but your grades has been on a constant decline. You’ve been hanging out with those… Lowborn scum. You’ve come home drunk and high as a fucking pole. And now THIS. What the hell is wrong with you?!”

While Sylvester was still looking at Victor, it was as if he was looking behind him. Everything was out of focus. There was no good answer. He just… didn’t like school… and he did like his friends…
    “I… I- I was… was just…”

    “Irresponsible! You’ve been irresponsible to a degree I didn’t even think was possible. I have raised you to take responsibility for your actions. Taking responsibility is what separates us from the lowborns. I do NOT want this kind of mentality in my company, in my family, or in my house!”

Sylvesters eyes faltered. It was so hard to breathe. Short quick breaths is all he mustered. Light headed. Chest was starting to hurt. Really REALLY hurt. Fuck. Need to stop hyperventilating. Focus. Don’t panic dont panic don’t pan-
    “SYLVESTER! LOOK. AT. ME!”
It startled Sylvester enough to make him drop the pill bottle, making the pills scatter onto the floor yet again. It felt like something had shattered within him. Victor stared at the bottle in disgust for a moment before getting eye contact with his son again.
    “You can’t even take responsibility for your own emotions. Always relying on something else. It’s goddamn pathetic.”
Sylvesters lip started shaking. He had tried his best to hold back tears but there was no stopping them now. He wiped it off with the palm of his hand. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t help it.
    “It’s n- not my fault…”
    “Then who’s is it?!”
Sylvester sobbed up. Why was he like this? What was wrong with him?
    “I DON’T KNOW!”

Victor clenched his teeth and pointed a warning finger at Sylvester.
    “DON’T!... raise your voice at me. And for the last time. Look. At. Me.”

He tried to look up, but there was noone there. Everything was too blurry. World was spinning way too fast…  
….Sudden pain in his knees and arms snapped him back. He’d fallen to the floor. 

I can’t even stand up. I can’t look at him. I can’t stop crying. I can’t… I can’t do anything.
To make matters worse, he suddenly vomited flem between his hands. It felt like the stomach was going to come out with it. All he wanted was to lie down… but he was way too terrified to move.

This can’t get any worse. Just… Kill me already.

Victor rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated grunt his voice got somewhat softer, but instead sounded extremely disappointed.
    “For God’s sake Sylvester…”

He looked down at the mess of a person in front of him.
    “I don’t even know what I am supposed to do with you. I understand that you had it tough, so did I, and so did Claus. BUT. Claus is doing great. He is doing everything expected of him. You on the other hand, are blaming the world for everything.”
    Of fucking course he’ll compare me to Claus. Claus is the fucking perfect son in every fucking way isn’t he? He is everything I am not…. No… Claus is NOT Fucking perfect…
It really started to sting and tingle in Sylvesters body. It tensed up… differently… angrily... He clenched his hands as much as he could and stared at Victors shoes. 

    “Claus... is a fucking… incestuous…”
Victor snatched Sylvester by the hair and forced his head backwards.
    “DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!... Speak of your own brother like that! You are walking on a blade’s edge already boy. Don’t fucking test me.”

The sudden gesture made Sylvester freeze up. The spark of frustration had been scared away and all he could do was to hold his breath. Victor held on for quite a while, as if he was waiting for something. Shakingly and with barely any voice, Sylvester apologized.
    “...i’m sorry…”
    “Good.”
Victor stood up tall again. As the two broke eye contact Sylvester felt like he could finally breathe again. How could he have been so stupid? Just shut up. Victor sighed and panned back and forth in the room slowly as he was thinking and grumbling. 

    “You were doing great too, son. We both know you were doing great. You need to understand that I do not want you to waste your potential. You are smart. You are a lot more quick thinking and puzzle solving than your brother. You could potentially become a tremendous asset in the company. I even think you have more potential to become president than Claus. Do you understand why I am so disappointed? You’ve been on a slow decline since three years ago. You need to take responsibility for your own life and step back into the game before it is too late. I am telling you this because I care.”
Sylvester slowly got up on his knees and nodded. A life where he was the president of Atlas was not a life he wanted… but there wasn’t any other option.But... It was… too difficult. He stood up on his feet and sniffled while drying his cheeks and mouth. Victor was pleased that Sylvester had been able to stand up and nodded at him.

“This is what we’re going to do. I will see over your schedule. You will start working for the company, effective tomorrow. Every minute not spent in school or studying will be spent working. You will earn a living to support your newborn child and fiancé. You will NOT go to the gardens anymore, you will not spend any time outside my property except for school and work. I will monitor where you are at all times. You will cut ties with all of those you call “friends”. If you are not taking any responsibility, I will have to do it for you.”

Sylvester stared at him wide eyed. He felt like his father was tearing important parts of his life right out of him. No free time? No friends? No garden? What about Emilie?
    “... working? All the time?! N- no I need. Please I need the garden. Please! Just… just for an hour… HALF an hour!”
Victor shook his head sternly.
    “No. Going to the gardens… getting grass stains on your clothes… Is not at all productive. You need to spend all your time studying and working in order to catch up on all the time you have lost going there in the first place.”
    “But… but I… I feel… b- better when…”
Victor rolled his eyes and grunted.
    “Feel better. Of course you feel better, temporarily, when leisuring. It’s not productive work, no matter what Emilie might tell you…. Speaking of which. I will monitor who you are around, which includes her. She has influenced you. Made you lax. I cannot allow that mentality.”
Sylvester felt like the ground he was standing on was gone. Was he standing? Was he free falling? Is this really happening? Not only would he never go to the garders again… He’d… never… see… Emilie? No… Not that. Anything but that. 

    “Please… no… you… YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”
    “IT IS DONE! And I TOLD YOU TO NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE!”
Everything darkened around him. Everything went dull. The few things that had kept his head above water these years. Gone. The two things that kept him sane. Gone. It’s all gone. It’s all gone… because… because… Because Victor just took them away from him. Victor was taking all enjoyment out of life out of him. No.
Just.
No.
Victor was ready to turn to the door.
    “You will start working tomorrow after school… Take the rest of the today off, to bond with your child. Welcome to fatherhood, son. It’s no longer all about you.”

Sylvester barely heard a word. It was as if he didn’t hear them, but they were still registering. There was no fucking way he could force this life on him. There was no Fucking. Way. he would do all that father demanded. There was NO FUCKING WAY that he’d sacrifice the few things he loved… so that he could take care of some FUCKING BABY TRAPPING WHORE!
NO
FUCKING
WAY
With a sudden fling, he stroke his father right across the face with brute force and made him collapse onto the floor. Sylvester stared at him. Victor instinctively curled up somewhat and held a hand on his face. Sylvester took note of the scene… Father slumped over. His own fist shaking and ready to dish out another blow.
    I’m… bigger. I feel… Bigger… and more… powerful than the most powerful man in the world. That… That makes…. me… 

The adrenaline was giving him a high. He’d never felt this high in his entire life. He would never feel this high ever again. Is this was pure power felt like? It felt…. SO GOOD.
    “...I… need… more…”
With one hand he grabbed a hold of Victors collar and with the other he just bashed the face. Over. And Over. And over again. Every blow was euphoric. Ecstatic. He was so high. Every time his fist connected with Victors pitiful face it made him more aroused. Blood spewed from Victors mouth and made Sylvester's mouth curl into a vicious grin.
    “HAHAH, YOU FUCKING LIKE THAT?!”
OH FUCK IT FELT SO GOOD TO SEE HIM SO PATHETIC. This is what you get for ruining my entire fucking life. This is what you get when you try to fucking mess with me.
For a moment he stopped to just inspect the damages. Victor was barely conscious. Made it a bit less fun… wait… If he felt this high from beating him… How good would it feel… to… kill? He’d never be able to ruin my life again…

…

…

…

Fair enough.
He raised his hand to bash the skull further but the arm didn’t move. Why didn’t it move? What was wrong? He looked at it and saw that someone had grabbed it and held it still. In fact, he wasn’t even on top of Victors body anymore. What… was…
He suddenly noticed that three people were holding him back, two others were tending to Victor, and a few more were standing in the back of the hallway just being… speechless.
His family had rushed in…
Wait…
…
Sylvester looked at the crushed and bloody face of Victors. He did that. He had just done that. He’d just beaten his own father. He’d just beaten the most important person in this family.
    How… How… Why…  
As he panned his eyes around the room, his eyes were met with fear, disgust and hate. They were screaming, shouting. An ambulance… they wanted to call an ambulance. The world was suddenly returned when he was forced down onto the floor with a knee pushing down between his shoulders. He heard his uncles voice.
    “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?”
Sylvester suddenly felt pain and grimaced. The fear of consequences suddenly started to creep back in. He tried his best to turn his head towards them all.
    “...fuck I… I’m sorry I…”
    “SHUT UP FREAK! Save your words to the police.”
Sylvester suddenly felt extremely small. What had he done?! What the fuck. How did he manage to mess everything up time and time again?! Victor had managed to get on his feet again and held a towel to his face. His voice was calm, cold and determined.
    “No. He is not going to the police.”
The words surprised everyone in the room. He continued and stared directly at Sylvester with his one uncovered eye.
    “When I call security in a second, you have about four, five minutes to gather your things. They will remove you from my property. You are no longer an Atlas. You are no longer an Af Orange…. You are no longer my son. You’re nothing. If you come back, I will call the police. You aren’t welcome around here anymore.”
The room went silent. Sylvester couldn’t believe it. He’d… get thrown out? Is he… serious?!
He tried to get up but was brutally pushed down again.
    “NO! Dad, wait! I’m sorry! I’M SORRY!”
Victor ignored him and left the room. Most family followed him, some stayed behind to make sure Sylvester wasn’t going to hurt someone else.
    This isn’t happening.
As promised, they all heard the faint buzzing which meant that security had gotten allerted to their location. The uncle let him go to join the others outside.
    “FUCK! FUCK fuck fuck…”
As much as he wanted to hit something, there was no time for that….
He rushed towards his closet, pulled out a decently sized sports bag and started packing.