Graffiti chapter seventeen: Farewell by blackdragonflower

Warning: suicide

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Seraph yawned and answered her vibrating cell phone her voice low, "Yeah?"

"I'm almost to the hospital so you can rest... How are things so far? The boys?"

"Mello found out Stripes is going to have a personal memory lapse for awhile... but he should be pulling through thankfully. Matt freaked and ran into the bathroom and that's where they are at right now."

"I see...So nothing odd or anything?"

"No... wait..." Seraph stood. Someone in a high collared raincoat looked around, as if strangely paranoid, checking the place out. From his jacket pocket Seraph spotted something that glittered. "Dante get here now." She flipped the phone shut and hurried down the hall towards the men's bathroom. She just hoped she wasn't too late in the few seconds...

Matt and Mello stared at the figure before them hearts beating sporadically in fear. The raincoat was opened, so they could see the face, and the evil grey eyes that bored angrily into them. "About time you two... I was waiting for the moment when you'd both be alone." Moska smirked a hellish bend on his mouth. His blade was waiting to be used, calling for the blood of the two boys. Within a heartbeat the adult pounced towards the blonde child. "I'll kill you off first and make the other watch. Because in the end, it's all his fault."

Matt's eyes widened. He should have known when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise when they'd been outside calling Dante. He had a feeling they were being watched. That was the perfect opportunity for Moska to sneak into the hospital without their knowledge. The gamer's eyes darted to the coke bottle in his hand. Dragging up courage from some unseen part of himself, the redhead threw it as hard as he could. The adult managed to dodge the bottle, but it caused him to hesitate enough so the boys could scamper away from him and into the hall where they ran into Seraph. "Boys go someplace safe."

"But what about you Seraph!?" Matt questioned.

"Don't question me just go!" Mello frowned and grabbed Matt's wrist.

"Seraph don't die. That's an order." And with that Mello dragged his friend to a "safe" place where they could still see what was going on.

"Yes sir." 'Just like his father...' Moska hell-bent emerged from the bathroom and spotted where his victims had run off. Unfortunate for him he found an odd woman standing in his way.

"You're not getting past me."

"Mm... I really don't want to have to kill another person if it's not necessary. Please get out of my way I only want the two little brats over there." Seraph shook her head her body in a defensive stance.

"Give up."

"Never. Those devils are in my way. They've ruined everything!" Moska feinted left and attacked from the right his eyes gleaming with bloodlust. Seraph managed to sidestep fast enough to doge the blade but it came close to hitting its mark. "Mm... Maybe I shall like this little sport..." Hospital staff was standing on the sidelines and scurrying off to safety. From the waiting room Erin grinned enjoying the show. Bazzle bit the inside of his lip and tried ushering her away. Roger was freaking out trying to locate the two boys who were in his care. Matt fumbled for Mello's hand and held it tightly. The blonde wasn't paying attention as his azure eyes were locked on the conflict happening before his eyes and his lips moved rapidly in silent prayers. Statistically Moska had the advantage. He was armed with a knife, and he was stronger than that of the woman he was fighting. However there was something neither he nor the two boys knew. Seraph was trained in self-defense, and she was a cop. But despite that fact she didn't have her handcuffs and she was off duty. Throwing around her title wasn't her style anyway.

The fight was a wild chaotic type of dance in which only one could emerge the victor. In the end Seraph had all the more to loose if she lost. Not only was there her life on the line but that of Mello and Matt. Finally a nurse managed to snap from shock and ran to a phone and called the police. Seraph managed to land a kick to Moska's gut, one that sent him stumbling back gasping for breath.

She stayed light on her feet constantly shifting her weight. Moska's eyes flickered and met with pure emerald ones. Growling, infuriated he ran towards Matt. He was at least going to kill that boy, the one who was the traitor, the one with the large sorrow-filled eyes. Seraph grabbed Moska's wrist and was trying to twist his arm behind his back but the frenzied blonde man spun his weight around and the knife dug painfully into the flesh at her cheek dragging a deep cut in its wild arc. The albino looking woman whimpered a moment then growled like a kicked abused dog. Not letting her grip go she kicked Moska's legs out from under him. He fell to the floor the knife flying from his grip as she'd hoped. It clattered across the floor, spinning in circles before coming to a stop the blade glinting underneath the lights.

Grey eyes turned stormy in color. "You bitch!" Despite the pain in his arm from the awkward position it was twisted in, Moska maneuvered his body so he could grab Seraph by the ankle. His fingernails dug harshly into her skin and he knocked her to the floor. Quickly he straddled her hips and started to beat her senseless. Knife or no he still knew how to cause some damage. She deflected as many blows as she could, but she could only do so much. "You filthy whore... Getting in my way of killing those worthless kids!"

"Hey you... don't talk like that about my wife!" Dante came from nowhere and landed a violent -but totally necessary- punch to the side of Moska's face. Dante wrapped his arm around Moska's neck and began to choke the leader of Rulebreakers. Matt and Mello had to admit they were scared enough to pee their pants, but they were shocked because they hadn't known about Dante and Seraph, together, as in a couple, married. The concept was very foreign. It was surprising that one of them, especially Mello since he'd known them awhile, hadn't noticed the clues. Moska struggled and clawed at the arm around his neck.

'So this is the end... This was a complete failure. Capture is imminent and is not an option. It's time then...' Moska slowly managed to reach into his pocket and pulled out a small container. Before anyone could stop him he threw the vile tasting liquid down his throat. His eyes widened, pupils dilated, and his body convulsed a few seconds then his body retired to an unmoving mass. Dante placed the body carefully on the floor and listened for breaths but found none. He checked for a pulse, but again there was nothing.

"He... He's dead."

"Oh my god..." Mello whispered. "He committed suicide..."

Matt couldn't say a word. His eyes were locked on the corpse. That person had done horrible things and had rightfully deserved to die, but suicide? Matt found the thought revolting. He was just glad Stripes had stopped him from making the same fatal mistake. Slowly, the redhead got up and walked to the knife on the floor. He picked it up musing, 'How many people did this knife hurt? How many did it kill?' This was the same knife that had injured Mello leaving him with stitches in his leg and behind his ear. This was the same knife that played friskily with his flesh the night he'd been raped. This was a monster's knife. Matt snapped the blade back into the holder. Roger rushed to Matt's side and grabbed him by the wrist.

"I told you boys not to run off now didn't I?" Matt bit his lip his eyes watering. He sniffled then began to cry into Roger's shirt.

"I-It's over..." The boy hiccupped. "H-he's f-finally g-g-gone..." Roger tilted his head to one side not sure how to really handle this situation. After all, he disliked kids very much, and yet there was a child clinging to him crying. Hesitantly Roger put a hand on Matt's head and ruffled the boy's hair.

"Stop crying now Matt... There's no need for that... It's alright..."

Mello strolled over to the dead body and examined it hatred burning inside of him, along with an overwhelming sense of relief. 'I hope you experience much pain for what you've done. You've wrecked my life and fucked it up on numerous occasions. Have fun burning.'

Dante pulled a handkerchief from his trench pocket and pressed it against Seraph's bleeding cheek. The woman sat cross-legged on the floor obviously not happy at being taken care of. The police arrived on the scene and there was much to sift through. A couple nursing wounds, a boy crying but not in sadness but relief, and another boy staring, just staring into cold dead eyes which though open could see nothing.

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That's a wrap for chapter seventeen. Was the fight scene okay? I'm a real amateur I feel when it comes to stuff like that... Yup, that's what happens Moska commits suicide. Farewell Moska! I'm pretty sure no one will miss you... In a way I'm satisfied but not with this chapter. I don't know. The next chapter everyone will get to see huggable Stripes again! Since some of you have mentioned how much you liked him!

I'd like to make it clear I don't remember if I did or not mention this I do not support suicide in any way.

Little extra disclaimer Erin belongs to xxdemonchild and we co-own Bazzle-kun.

I'd like to know how this chapter went so if you could drop me a line I'd love to hear what you have to say!

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ps: Isn't Mattie just the sweetest little thing? :)