"Finn! Finn! Finn honey! Where are you! FINN!"

There were waves crashing everywhere. The sound of the sea was deafening, and the small fishing boat loaded with humans was caught in the middle of a storm, one that would most likely sink them. There was no sign of hope on this boat, everyone's faces solemn and accepting. However, one woman was desperately searching for her boy with her husband.

"Finn!"

No response came. People averted their looks in pity from the distressed couple, and uttered silent prayers to their god, be it God or Abraham Lincoln, praying for the lost boy to be accepted wherever he may turn up, dead or alive. The frantic couple continued to scour the ship even as the wave that would consume them came down, not forgetting about their beloved child until the sea claimed their breaths; of which only the mournful cry of their child's name came.

A short distance from the ship, a lone baby, bundled in velvet, donning a white cap, drifted. He was alone, incapable of any higher thought at the same time. He was thrashing, calling for his mother, hungry and cold. Through his childish eyes, and in the bowels of his subconsciousness, however, he saw the monstrous wave take the ship he was calling home. A bloodcurdling cry of his name made the baby cry for reasons he didn't know yet...

All of a sudden, he was wrapped in light. Warm, soothing fabric surrounded him. The pleasant smell of food wafted from one direction, and the sound of laughter came from another.

"Look," A gentle voice chimed, "He's waking up!"

"Please, I could care less..." Another voice came. This was a strong voice, one that could offer guidance.

The boy instinctually followed the voice, groping and giggling all the while. A surprised gasp came from the one with a strong voice, though this time, it was clearly female.

Was this his mother?

"Get this thing off of me!" The strong voice barked, and the boy embraced the body it belonged to even tighter. This person could protect him from the monster that ate his home.

"He seems to like you!" The gentle voice came again.

"I could care less!" The strong voice bellowed, "Get me my weapon!"

Oh, what was this? The boy felt something soft, perky, which earned him a soft, strong yelp. His instincts as a baby kicked in. Suckle. This was his mother, after all...

"GYAH! GET IT OFF!"

'Hah... Hah... Hah...'

"We're safe, baby Finn..." The gentle voice said reassuringly, though it was strained. The baby could see already, and was a small toddler, tucked safely in the arms of someone... He saw a battered, beautiful woman in front of him. Not strong, but beautiful. She had tears in her eyes, and was covered in bruises.

The sound of death, war, and anguished cries came from the distance. Choking smoke followed close behind the gentle voice. The strong voice could be heard. She was fighting. Crying. Angry.

The baby struggled, and the gentle voice held him. She seemed... Sad. Lonely...

"THERE!" A gruff voice shouted, "THE BITCH AND THE SPAWN!"

"No!" The gentle voice screamed, and she began running again, pressing the baby to her bosom as hard as she could. She stumbled for a moment, and at that moment, the baby fell, and the gentle voice cried out to him. She crawled over to him and rolled into a bush, holding him as tightly as possible. She was shaking, and was in even worse condition than before.

"Finn..." She whispered, pressing her lips to the baby's forehead, "I don't have much time, I know that much..."

The sound of footsteps intensified. The sound of fighting in the distance disappeared. The battle was over, for the most part.

"Remember... Finn... Please remember..." The gentle voice shuddered, "Remember that your other mother and I both love you dearly... Mother may have not admitted it but... Well... I guess that's just the way _ is... She... She's not honest with herself..."

"THE BITCH IS HERE SOMEWHERE!"

"Finn..." The gentle voice was whimpering how, "I love you, remember that... Mother will find you... She will..."

"THERE!"

In a flash, a group of gruff people in armour appeared, all of them lifting up swords. The baby took a stick, and the gentle voice cowered.

"Bitch..." The gruff voice from before chuckled, "I see that you got yourself a small victory, bringing a rabbit boy instead of the Spawn." "You'll never have him!" The gentle voice roared, but the gruff men simply walked up to her and tore the baby from her grip. The baby was tossed to the side, and made to see the gentle voice directly across from him, now devoid of clothing. He felt sick. The gruff voice mashed his mouth against the gentle voice's, and muffled cries came from the gentle voice. The clickity-clack of multiple legs came from somewhere. A spinning sound could be heard, and the baby saw a monstrous 8-legged beast bind the gentle voice, only exposing her legs, torso, and head.

"Have fun, gents!" The gruff voice laughed, "I call taking the Bitch's virginity, however!"

"C'mon boss! She has such a plump pussy! Don't hog it!" Another voice piped in.

The baby needed to move. He had little power, but the strong voice taught him. She made him stronger, just like herself.

"UWAAA!" Screamed the gentle voice, now completely hoarse. The baby saw the gruff voice standing with his bum exposed, the gentle voice's legs between his arms. He moved his hips in a weird way, each movement causing the gentle voice to cry in pain.

"Shut this bitch up!" The gruff voice ordered, "Shove one in her mouth!"

"Aye sir!"

The cries stopped as another bum appeared. The baby felt anger boil up, childish rage. This was his mother! THEY WERE HURTING HER!

In a movement of blind rage, the tiny toddler in a hat lunged at the gruff voice, jamming the stick up his bum, and ripping it backwards, tearing the gruff voice's bum open. The gruff voice fell over in terror, and the baby jammed the stick into the gruff voice's ear.

He stopped moving as grey and red flooded from the wound.

"HOLY SHIT!" Another voice came

"GET RID OF IT! WE'LL FUCK THE BITCH AFTER! SHE'LL BE DEAD TOO!" A third voice.

The baby saw darkness; followed by sickening squelches and bestial groans of pleasure.

His toddler years were over.

He was found a day later, naked with all but a hat, and then he was raised by dogs.

Finn.

He was Finn.

Finn the Disturbed.