Fanon:The Alpha: Birth to Present

The Life of Anton Vargheim IV is the biography of Anton Vargheim IV from birth to present. It is written in third person, from the point of view of Anton.

Chapter 1
Sacred Spleen Hospital - Howlgard Branch

A loud wail rang out through the halls of the hospital. As one became used to the sound, one could recognise that this particular scream came not from an unfortunate patient in terrible pain, but the joy-inducing cry of a newborn.

And so it was that day that a very special child had been born.

This was the first child of Anton Vargheim III and Elizabeth Mannheim. Tears trickled down the faces of both parents as the crying of the baby subsided and as he was quietly wrapped in a cloth, before being handed to his mother.

"He's so... beautiful," Elizabeth said. She turned to Anton. "What should we call him, Anton?"

The father smiled. "Anton Vargheim IV."

Chapter 2
Three years later, Vargheim Manor.

The baby Anton had grown into a toddler. He gurgled enthusiastically as he played with his little blocks and toys. He had already learned to walk, much to the amazement of his parents. He still, though, was far from obtaining the ability to communicate his needs and desires through words. He still used cries and wails for that.

Anton III and Elizabeth didn't mind. They sat on the couch in their living room. Elizabeth lay her head on her husband's shoulder. They both smiled as they lovingly watched their first child play with blocks. Elizabeth was already pregnant with their second child. This time, it was a girl. They named her Ursula.

The boy got bored of his blocks and moved on to search for something else to play with. What he found was this very curious object. It could flip open and there were bits of it connected to the back. There were lots of little symbols and pictures. He found them very interesting and squealed in delight as he flipped the pieces of this newfound thing back and forth. His parents laughed. He had suddenly taken a great interest in picture books.

The next morning...

Little Anton Vargheim IV was now seated in his chair. Elizabeth then put a plate of baby food in front of him. He believed it was gourmet. As he gratefully and quite messily wolfed down the contents of his meal, his mother and father sat at the table and began to eat their meals. When the younger Anton had finished, he sat quietly in his chair, waiting to be let out. While he was waiting, he observed his parents.

Their food looked very different to his. While his was semi-liquified, brownish-red stuff, their plate of food consisted of a piece of what looked like crusty bread, a few tube-like pieces of meat, along with a pile of little red, bead-like things finished with a white circular object that had a smaller yellow circle in the middle. And instead of eating with their hands as he did, they ate with shiny objects with sharp points on the ends. His parents looked up while they ate and smiled at him. He found himself smiling in return.

A few hours later, he felt the urge to let it all go again. He knew that the smell produced was undesirable to his parents so he attempted to resist, but it happened anyway. The discomfort of squishy, disgusting sludge in his pants made him scream and cry. His father, with a peg on his nose (quite literally), immediately rushed his son to the bathroom, whereupon he disposed of his dirty diaper, bathed him, and put a new one on.

The next time he felt his bladder was about to let loose, he rushed to his mother and gave her a tug. He then pointed to his diaper. She then smiled, admiring his intelligence, and picked him up before moving to the bathroom. She removed his diaper and sat him down on the potty. He let go in relief.

Chapter 3
Seven years later...

Seven years had come and gone. Ten-year-old Anton Vargheim IV hopped off the bus with joy as he sprinted to the front door of Vargheim Manor. His lifelong friend, Deanna Troyson, stepped off the bus after him. The two entered the house, chatting enthusiastically.

"That was an awesome science lesson!" Deanna said.

"You don't say! I love it when we get to blow things up," Anton replied.

As the two opened the door and walked through it, his little sister Ursula waddled to him and hugged his leg.

"An-chon!" she blubbered. She was teething, but strangely she didn't seem to cry about it. She did have difficulty talking, though. Anton was still amazed at how quickly she had learned to walk and talk. Faster than him, according to his parents, who were at work. Ursula had been left at home with the butler, Nestor. He ran up to Anton as he entered the kitchen in search for something he and Deanna could eat.

"Welcome home, Master Anton," he said. He called his father Mister Anton, to avoid confusion.

"Thanks, Nestor," Anton replied, rummaging through the fridge. "Is there anything for us to eat?"

"Well, there is some ratatouille that I made earlier," said Nestor, "but I'm not sure if your friend would--"

"I LOVE ratatouille!" Deanna cried.

"Well, then," Nestor said. "I'll bring out the ratatouille."

As Deanna walked away to seat herself at the table, Anton whispered in Nestor's ear, "Her name's Deanna."

"Oh," Nestor replied.

more to come...