I called Torn to ask him if he could help me pick the stuff up, and soon after he was there ready to help. He knocked on the door, and I opened it and smiled weakly. I looked like I had been crying of course. He knew something was wrong. "What's wrong? It looks like you've been... Crying." He asked gently putting his hand over my forhead. I took his hand and gave it back to him smiling, "Nothing.. I'm just upset Erol is such a man whore." He laughed. There were about 3 boxes, so he took one, and I took one.
I tied up the 2 boxes tight to the vehicle, and when I was going in for the third Torn stopped me, "I'll get it. You go ahead and get in." I nodded and got in the vehicle. Torn walked in looking for the last box. My DNA paper results were on top of it! He found it, and looked at the paper results not knowing what it was until he started reading it. He mumbled, "DNA testing of Marvin Testofani and Erol Testofani do not match genetic relations, thus in means Erol is not the father of Marvin Testofa-" He stopped realizing what that ment. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. "Marvin's my kid then..." He said very quietly. He sighed closing his eyes tilting his head to one side. He walked stifly into Marvin's room, and stared at him.
Knowing why Torn was taking so long, and just remembering I left the papers on the box, I walked inside slowly and quietly. I found Torn looking at Marvin in shock. " What stays in the Naughty Ottsil stays at the Naughty Ottsil right..? We both lost total memory of it. I think it happened at the party when we got drunk that year." I said quietly. Torn then just sighed deeply closing his eyes supporting his weight on the wall. His back was facing me.. I then stood half next to him and infront of him and put my hand on his shoulder. "He couldn't have more of a good father than you, Torn." I said looking straight at him. He looked at me and smirked, then hugged me. We let go, and I picked Marvin up with his little blue blanket.
" Such a suprise. I had a kid and didn't even know it." He finally said to me. We walked outside and we got into the zoomer and drove off. I cradled Marvin the whole time. Once we got to the front of the Naughty Ottsil, Torn turned off the vehicle and sighed shrugging in suprise, and in the same time devistation and guilt. " I still love you, Laona. I can't give you up. Once you truely love somebody it sticks forever." He said lowly, getting out. I closed my eyes and felt my heart beating a little faster. Those words touched me.
I got out, and said, "I'm going to take Marvin inside. I'll be back out in a minute." Torn nodded, unloading the cargo. I walked in, nobody was there. I put Marvin inside Torn's bedroom, and let him sleep there. I then walked back into the main area, and then back outside. I gasped in shock. Erol was there angry as ever pointing a gun at Torn! Erol noticed me, and aimed it at me. My fear immediately went away, and turned into anger and the will to fight. "What do you want." I said sounding angry, as I was. " Dr. Sleem called.. Asked me if I myself got the copy of some DNA testing. I said I didn't and so he told me over the phone." He snapped. While Erol was destracted, Torn was reaching behind his back getting his long curved dagger/sword thing.
Erol then pointed the gun back at Torn. It was a very tight tence situation. "You're the father aren't you! Well say goodnight cause you're never gonna see your boy grow up to be a mighty warrior." Erol exadurated. I walked slowly towards them, and Erol caught me pointing back at me. "Neither will you." He said evily glaring right at me. But Torn then tackled Erol out of a quick raction and had him land on his stomache, and he held him down pressing the curved dagger/sword on his neck. Erol was still holding his gun, but it was under him so Torn couldn't see it. His gun was jammed for some reason, that's the only reason how he didn't shoot Torn.
I walked over to them, and glared at Erol. "My how the tables have turned, Erol." I said angrily. "He shouldn't have came here in the first place.. Pointing guns and everything." Torn yelled grunting struggeling to keep him in control. Then he asked suddenly, "Speaking of guns wher-" Torn said until Erol inturrupted, " GO TO HELL DAMN IT." He squirmed putting high pressure on his gun unjamming it. He pulled the trigger, shooting himself in the chest. It startled me and I jumped back looking half scared to death. Erol had killed himself, for the sake of himself, Torn, me, and Marvin. That's how Erol Testofani truely died... Torn sighed, and got up backing up from the courpse.
I was just speachless, never knowing that that would be Erol's fate. Torn then just dropped his weapon, nowing his enimy defeated HIMSELF. He looked at me knowing I was upset, and hugged me tight. I hugged back, closing my eyes in disapointment. Violence is an unnesisary force in action. It only hurts people for no good reason, and it's too much of a common factor. "Torn..." I said slowly trying to explain something in a way. In silence he knew what I was trying to say.
He let go still holding me, and then looked at me, and put his fourhead on mine closing his eyes. " I'll be inside." He said gently. With that, he went in. I looked at Erol's body, and I put one arm over my shoulder, and dragged it to the edge of the sidewalk. I felt guilty about it for some reason, and my eco ora was glowing because of it. I then just dumped him into the water. He sank with bubbles floating to the top and everything. I then threw his gun in the water with him. "So long, and goodnight." I lastly said, walking inside.
I saw Torn sitting at the last chair at the bar table. I then sat down next to him, and he was still looking the other direction, but knew I was there. " It was my fault wasn't it." He said quietly. I shook my head, "No, Torn. It wasn't your fault." He looked at me, " I came into the picture and ever since there's been this conflict. Not that there wasn't any before we got togeather, but I feel kind of responsible. I couldn't see his gun." Torn continued. I sighed, and took his hand. " But you weren't the one who pulled the trigger."