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1 Month Earlier
"Mom? Where are you going?"
"Just work sweetie."
"Right." Sophie rolled her eyes. "At two in the morning?"
Her mom looked at her apologetically and gave her a quick hug. "I love you Soph,"
Sophie returned the hug after a moment. "Love you mom, but can't it wait? Phone in sick or something, tomorrow's my graduation ceremony."
Mary shook her head. "It can't wait, you should know this by now."
"Know what mom! You never tell me anything! I don't even know what you do! Do you know, how painful it was to go to school and have the teacher's ask what are parents did, and I'lll I could say was that you just left when they called at all hours? Do you mom!"
She stood stiffly across from her mom, her thin shoulders rising and falling with each ragged breath. A moment passed before Sophie spoke again. She knew she was out of line. "I'm sorry mom," she breathed softly, looking to the ground.
"It's okay sweetheart. I went through the same thing with my mom. I'll tell you everything, as soon as you graduate. God has big plans for you."
Sophie gave her mom a small smile. "I know. Forget what I said earlier, I think all my teacher's just thought you were a prostitute."
Mary's mouth dropped slightly but Sophie just grinned childlishly while taking small steps backwards. "I'm kidding mom! Get going before you're late!" she chided. "Be safe!"
Mary smilled, waving softly behind her while walking out the door. "Always."
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"Give it up! You're not going to get out of this one! You're run's come to an end!"
The jumper looked up, his eyes reflecting the surrounding fire, his torso wrapped by the electrical wire, trapping him to a tree. "In Hell!" he swore, wincing as the wire pulsated more volts through his body.
Mary approached him, two other Paladins by her side. Griffin looked from the blade Mary was unwrapping for a moment to her buddies. "Oi! How's the leg!" Griffin snarled at the one to the left her reconized as a Bristol man called Auto. He grinned wildly back. "Grand!" he snapped back.
Mary was directly in front of him now, holding the blade steadily in her hand. He heard her mumble something under her breath, God being the only word her could catch. She looked up into his eyes, but he didn't feel scared. He didn't feel anything. No remorse or shame, just regrets. He briefly thought about what was after. Maybe he'll be able to see all those who died for him.
Her face lit up for a moment, her arm cocking back; blade glinting in he light. Griffin gritted his teeth. He wasn't done fighting.
He stuggled against the wires, trying desperatly to free his arm. Mary drove her knife forward towards his heart. It all happened in one fast motion. His arm freed, he fought against the wires trying to avoid the blade, he kicked out his legs- hitting her stomach just as the blade reached his skin. The blade tore across his chest leaving a red trail behind it. He only felt a twang as it ripped open his skin.
Mary stumbled back as Griffin cut through a wire with a knife he gained with his free hand. He fell to the ground, being able to slip through the rest. He barely managed to keep his footing, his head feeling drunken.
Jump. Jump. Jump. Jump.
He moved fast, avoiding the shots fired. He squinted his eyes and yelled, gathering his strength. He jerked his arm as if to stab air, then suddenly a Paladin replaced the air. Griffin got him in the neck. He didn't retract the knife, he let go and jumped just as more wires were fired. They hit the staggering man and launched him into the fire. His wet screams filled the air.
Griffin jumped quickly behind the other man, grabbing his collar and then jumping to the top of a tree. He jumped back down to the ground in time to hear the man hit the ground with a sickening crack.
Griffin weakly held his chest wit his left arm, looking up at the final Paladin with hate.
He walked towards her stiffly, jumping quickly to her side shoving her down before jumping back. He stood above her, looking down at her with an expressionless face.
"Look's like you lost,"
Mary gritted her teeth. She looked for any near weapons but found none.
She thought Sophie, walking across the stage, recieving her certificate. The society would tell her the truth, tell her what Mary had raised her to be, and then train her. Tell her how her mom really died.
Mary swallowed. God forgive me for my sins.
Griffin looked down, shifting his hold on the knife. Mary looked up from the ground to his eyes. Griffin froze, the knife suddenly heavy in his hand.
"Look me in the eyes while you kill me," she ordered.
Those eyes.
"Mom!" David moved out of hiding right in the path of Roland's fire.
She set her jaw and prepared herself for the pain.
"My mom left when I was five," David confided from the other seat in the car.
Oh shite... Suddenly it all made sense.
"What are you waiting for?" Mary sneered from below.
Griffin raised the blade, and licked his lips nervously. "She's a Paladin," he whispered to himself.
His eyes winced shut as he tensed his raised arm. She's a Paladin. She's a Paladin. She's a Paladin.
"Look at me in he eyes Griffin!"
He heard David say it again. Mom.
She's a Paladin. She's a Paladin.
She's David's mom. His hand shook with effort.
He tried to remember. David, leaving him in a bunch of wires. David, letting Roland live. David, stealing his safe. David, trying to steal his shit. David David David David David.
"Fuck you David," Griffin growled, dropping his arm. He grabbed Mary roughly by the hair. "You're coming with me."
He jumped back to his lair.
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Aha more to come! We're just getting started! This story hops around quite a bit so I'll try to update fast so you guys won't get confused. !
