Conflict
He glances over his shoulder to make sure the others were still with him; the last thing he needed was Uma up his ass because he out paced the others.
But fuck-
It felt like forever since the last time he'd been out and all he wanted to do was run.
And find the camp, obviously.
Or wherever the fuck Atilla had corralled the naive Isle born.
Idiots or not-
Fuck that and fuck Atilla.
So what if he wasn't as adept at combat? There were other ways to overcome being outmatched.
He rolls his eyes-
And yes, Attila had gotten him a few times-
And sure, to date he'd always had to retreat-
Or been able to get a drop on the prick. Not a real one anyways.
But-
It wasn't like Attila ever got the drop on him, either.
As far as he was concerned, up to this point it was a deadlock.
His eyes narrow-
Okay, maybe not a complete one-
Attila was definitely more competent with a sword-
Unequivocally more charismatic-
But who fucking didn't have him there?
Fucker didn't deserve a clap on the back for that.
He could also admit that Attila was more intimidating-
Which was annoying as fuck, but so fucking what?
Maleficent had been, too.
That hadn't stopped him from terrorizing her-
For fuck's sake-
She'd been reduced to sleeping in her own dungeon.
And that was all after the bull shit with her disgusting piece of shit sperm donor.
He could give two shits that Atilla was more calculating-
He was quicker on his feet.
Quicker physically too-
He knew that was what had kept him alive in most of their encounters.
Attila had strength-
He had speed-
And he wouldn't be surprised to find they matched in fortitude-
After all, there was no way you could be Shan Yu's without taking a beating.
But he had something Atilla didn't-
The nerve to step up when it came to OVs.
To step up to their abuser and rapist.
Had it been stupid-
Had he lost?
Un-fucking-fortunately-
But he'd had the balls to do it.
So he certainly wasn't going to back down from Atilla and whatever fucked up shit he was planning.
And fuck it, worse case scenario-
He'd fucking dart his bitch ass.
"I know it's been ah couple days, but there were so many people an' wagons, I think best bet be goin' back to the Howler," Beam says, his voice winded as he and the others catch up, "we'd get a direction, very least."
"Aye." James nods as he adjusts the hood cord around his neck.
It was strange to see all of them in black clothing.
Strange but satisfying.
"Startin' in town might ah be bein' best, less we be runnin' inta somethin' 'long the way." Harry adds, his rust brown face tipping back to glare at the sky as the first few drops of rain fall.
I'd start at the commissary, personally.
She lives!
Do you want help or not?
He blinks-
You not talking is an option?
She snorts.
Please, I've felt you poking and prodding for me all morning-
"Dunno, if I had witches bending over for me, I'd use 'em to cover my ass. I think we should hit up the commissary."
Harry turns to him with a grimace, "I weren'nah even thinkin' 'bout that."
Beam groans, "how the fuck we supposed ta know what all magic can do?"
"Assume everything," he shrugs, "work from there."
"So, we could be ah lookin' right at 'em an' not be knowin' it?" Harry frowns as he swipes at the air in front of him.
"I think if we were starin' at 'em, we'd figure it out when they start attackin' us." James rolls his eyes.
"Or appear as other kid's to lull us into a false sense of security." He grumbles.
Really!
What?
You are so discouraging it's painful.
"Why the fuck are we doing this then?" Beam throws his hands into the air, "ain't able ta see shit, an' fake kids callin' for help. That be low."
That, T, is why you should keep your paranoid delusions to yourself.
"Cause fuck Atilla, that's why." He retorts.
I can smell magic- Not exactly proficiently, but still- I could warn you if the air starts to charge.
"There also be bein' ah chance that the Yu's ain'nah usin' the witches like that, cause why would they need to hide now?" Harry shrugs as he drops his hands back to his sides, "we don'nah be knowin', so that be why we be out here. Ta be knowin'."
James nods, "aye. They be the largest sharks in the sea-"
"Tch, fuck that. Krakens are bigger." He crosses his arms, "and Spider's are sinister. Sharks are just mindless fucking teeth."
"Aye they are," Harry throws his arm around his shoulder, "well, 'til ya be gettin' ta know Adelaide, then she ain'nah bein' so scary."
"Ha," James laughs humorlessly. "Speak for yourself, mate."
"Me lady be ah gentle monster when ya ain'nah bein' her prey." Harry winks at him.
He turns away from the familiar action before he crosses his arms and nods.
"She is pretty dope." Beam adds.
"Ya all be addled." James shakes his head.
"It kinda be bein' ah need in this group." Harry snickers.
He snorts.
"Point and case-" Beam juts his thumb to him, "Shadow's pretty much squad leader."
"Him an' his sister." Harry points out as he pulls his arm away.
"Oh, aye, cause that be makin' it better." James rolls his eyes, "One o' 'em loves rushin' inta danger, an' the other be makin' shit like darts that be boilin' ah man from the inside."
"How is that not reassuring?" He grins.
Was that a complement?
As close to one as you're getting today.
James glares, "someone be writin' the Captain ta tell her the plan."
"On it." Beam volunteers as he pulls his notebook out and without missing a step scrawls a message.
"Ready?" He grins, his body coiling the moment Beam puts it away.
He frowns when a hand drops on his head.
"Don't you dare-" James glares.
"Fuck," he swats his hand way, "for ah sec I thought Gil caught up with us."
Harry snorts, "Aye, Sweet Boy be pullin' that with ya ah lot lately."
"Lately?" He questions skeptically before he turns to James, "what am I dare not doing?"
"Settin' the damn pace again." James snaps.
"Not my fault, y'all need to fuckin' run more," he scoffs.
Beam snorts, "sorry, not all of us were prepping for an apocalypse for forever."
"Lucky we be ah havin' ah Shadow ta be paranoid 'nough for all o' us." Harry grins as he throws an arm over his shoulder again, "aye?"
"Paranoids a bit much."
"Really?" Beam snorts before he deadpans, "cause I thought it was an understatement."
"No respect," he shakes his head, "vigilant. The word you're looking for is vigilant."
Harry chuckles before he rubs a fist over his hooded head, "fair 'nough." He pulls away before he gestures for him to take the lead, "set the pace then. Just be knowin' Uma be knowin' all."
"Babies."
This was what freedom must feel like, or at least this was always what he thought it felt like.
Air whipping past his face.
Feet slapping the ground before taking off again.
Nothing but him, his legs, and his lungs working in tandem to keep him flying.
He could run like this forever.
T!
What-
Hide!
He doesn't think twice as he rolls behind a mound of debris.
There's a group coming this way-
Seriously?
Yes you ass, you nearly collided with them.
No fucking way-
Something you would have noticed if you weren't being vindictive.
Eh, it ain't like your going to let us die-
T, I can't look everywhere at- T!
He frowns as he creeps up the mound of rubble to assess their current predicament.
Three.
That was workable.
He grins as he looks over his shoulder and finds the others still rushing to catch up.
Perfect.
Perfect? T- What's perfect?
He cups his hands over his mouth and makes a series of caws, warning the others of the danger, watching as the three freeze before they dart out of sight.
Oh.
His grin brightens.
Wait. No. Don't.
He chokes back a snort at her passive warning.
The fuck was that?
Me telling you to stop before you do something stupid, obviously.
His head tilts at the mischief in her tone before he bites back a snort.
I see you.
I have no idea of what there is to discern, Dear Brother. I'm begging. Please.
Well, his grin turns shit eating, can't say you didn't try.
Desperately, mind you. You almost even considered it.
Barely.
Twin yelps echo around the alley as he drops the first man.
A second quickly follows as the Third turns tail
Fine. But that one you can't kill, yet.
Yeah, yeah- He rolls his eyes.
Just don't do-
A smirk tugs at his lips as the third man falls.
Was it honorable?
No.
Not by a long shot.
Was it practical?
Damn fucking sure was.
He'd dropped his principles damn quick the minute one of those scumbags had nearly taken out Harry.
When it became kill or be killed-
He wasn't about to walk the virtuous path.
So, disgraceful it was-
He stands and skids down the wreckage.
Not that he particularly enjoyed fighting this way.
He wipes his blood stained dagger off with the second man's shirt.
Will you move faster before the others come looking for you?
He narrows his eyes as he drags the man into a ruined building.
The fuck is the rush?
Just move.
He mocks her under his breath as he drops the man against the wall.
He blinks, freezing when he realizes he's kneeling beside the sleeping man.
What did you-
Don't ask questions to which you'd rather not know the answer.
He looks down at his hands wrapped around daggers, blinking in surprise when he finds the captured man cognitive.
He frowns, how long had she-
Long enough.
His eyes narrow, I'm telling Hook.
You wouldn't dare.
Really? Me? I wouldn't dare? Seriously?
Are you going to ask questions or not?
He rolls his eyes as he places a blade to the man's throat. "This can be quick, or it can be painful, so I'd answer honestly."
"Don't much like pain." The man blinks rapidly before he looks up, "what'cha wanna know?"
"The fuck is Yu's new camp?"
"He's getting loads o' those all set up now that he's got more o' 'em ta be setting things up."
His frown deepens, "the fuck is that s'pose to mean?"
"Well, it's like this see," the man continued, though his speech was slurring strangely, and his accent seemed to blur somewhere between pirate and something else.
Almost like Horace and Jasper's.
O-kay.
He scowls as the man stumbles over his words.
The fuck did you do?
Dear brother, I've no idea to what you're referring.
His jaw drops at the outrageous lie.
"Our commander were saying now that most the brats o' this here Isle be under Yu control, an cause o' all the damage we be needin' ta rebuild. Rightly, the old shit weren't all that great ta begin with. Hope they build it better."
His eyes narrow.
Slaves?
He tilts his head to the side-
Shan Yu had captured and subdued the Isle Born to-
Rebuild the Isle?
"Weren't being 'nough o' us nobodies ta be doin' it all no how's."
"Yeah, you guys don't seem that competent."
"Hey!" The man raises his hands before he blinks stupidly and looks at the rope binding his hands.
"Dagger to throat." He reminds the man pointedly.
"Oh yeah. Right ya are." He nods.
Agreeably.
Uh-huh.
He glowers.
Aren't you just the paragon of innocence?
What leg are you standing on exactly?
"But ya gotta give slack, this were me first rounds. I were transferred from labor ta soldier just three days 'go."
"Where are the camps bein' built?" He demands.
"The camp I got assigned ta be back that ah ways," he turns absently and points with both hands before becoming distracted by the rope again.
"How many camps?" He sighs.
Disappointed she'd done something-
Annoyed he'd missed his opportunity to work on his intimidation.
"Oh, I don't rightly know." He scratches his neck where the dagger was pressed to his skin.
"So like more than three then?" He lifts an eyebrow at the man's indifference, "since I doubt you can count higher than that."
"I did me learnin' full ta finishin' school."
He snorts, "educated an' you still ended up here?"
T!
Faustina snaps in exasperation.
Time is of the essence, stop asking inane questions and focus.
"Ya can be educated in right ways an' still make bad choices." The man shrugs before a frown slowly tugs at his lips, "what were the question? Me mind be scattered like."
He tilts his head to the side-
The fuck you do?
Focus!
"When I be getting drunk?"
He turns when he hears cursing.
God damn T- Ask him where Shan Yu's hiding, idiot. We're running out of time.
His brow furrows, what does that-
Jesus-
He frowns when he watches a trickle of blood travel down the man's neck.
Wait-
When the hell-
Just finish it.
But-
"But I were honest-" the man flinches away, "they be makin' camps for all the jobs."
"Jobs?"
Now's when you choose to ask intelligent questions?
He shoots a dirty look at the remains of a window-
"Someone or something got dragged off."
"T better be bein' the one doin' the draggin'."
T-
He groans at the plea.
"Sorry man," He grimaces before he shoves a dart into the man's neck-
Seriously? We hardly have time-
Shut it! He snaps.
Fucking bitch.
I don't usually have to talk to them first!
Silence.
He closes his eyes as he runs the blade deep across the man's throat.
Happy now!
I'm sorry T-
He huffs, questioning her sincerity.
I'm not a monster.
Neither am-
Could he say that?
How many people had he killed since the Core had been taken?
A shiver runs down his spine.
He quickly wipes his blade off-
"Fuck, there ya be!" Harry whispers frantically before he slides to his side on his knees, "what be happenin'?" Hands lightly run along his arms, "ya hurt?"
"No." He shakes his head.
Harry's eyes widen before he finds himself pressed against solid warmth.
Surprised when he has no desire to pull back as he rests his head against Harry's shoulder.
"Don't run ahead like that," he hears James scolding, "it's how ya get jumped, ya idiot."
"Least it were only being two o' the motherfuckers."
Motherfuckers?
More like poor bastards.
Fodder for Yu's cannons.
He clears his throat before he reluctantly pulls back, "yeah, lucky." He shrugs.
Except this time-
This time it felt different.
Wrong.
Left him feeling dirty.
Drained.
Beam frowns before he joins him and Harry, quickly followed by James.
"Shadow?" Beam he asks as he crouches next to them.
James looks from the body, to him, to the body before he takes a deep breath, "what ya find out?"
"There's multiple camps being built." He answers.
That.
He could answer that.
Was comfortable with that line of questioning.
"There's one in that direction." He turns and jut's his chin in the direction the man had gestured to. "Not sure if any of us are there." He frowns. "But wherever the rest are, they're bein' used to build more of them."
"Shit." James shakes his head as he pulls out his notebook.
"No fuckin' kiddin'." Beam runs a hand through his hair.
"They're apparently playin' shuffle with 'em too- Didn't get the why though, sorry." He adds, "just that everyone's gettin' assigned a- I don't know, position or job or somethin'." He drops his eyes before his ears burn, and he shoves his hands in his pocket.
Fuck.
Had they noticed?
His eyes move between Harry and Beam's knees as he processes how close they were to him. "And we should target the ones with the black tie around their arm for info next time. The rest are just-" He glances at the bloody man, uncertain.
"Underlin's?" Harry provides.
"Yeah," He nods, "that."
James looks up from the notebook, his lips twitching as if he were hesitating to ask a question.
"What'cha gotta echo, Wingman?" Beam beams.
Disgust fills him when he realizes he didn't have the capacity to pull himself to his feet.
James glares over a smirk, "Aye, I guess I can be seein' where ya think it be funny." His eyes drop to the notebook before he snaps it shut, "Uma says we can move to check out the camp, we just gotta tell her before we go in."
Harry slowly gets to his feet, and though he was being pulled up as well, Harry nods at him, "thanks."
He nods despite his confusion before he shakes it off.
He didn't have time for-
Whatever the fuck this was.
They didn't have time for it.
"Ready then?" He questions.
"Aye." The others reply instantly.
The sewers run in that direction.
He turns to the others with a grin, "pretty sure I have a safer route."
His eyes narrow at the strange whistling sound, but try as he might, he couldn't focus on it.
He wasn't sure at what point he'd realized where they were heading-
But now he couldn't banish the anchor in his stomach.
Every pause for T to check the surface had been agony.
And then they ran out of sewer, leaving right on the edge of the Red Lantern District.
Of course, they wouldn't have looked here.
This place could have been built for months-
Built before the Isle tried to kill them even.
They never would have known.
He and T both avoided this place.
So did Uma and Deez.
Gil certainly wasn't about the carnal pleasures you could find here-
He pauses when a hand clamps on his shoulder.
"Mate, ya gotta breathe slower like."
Why did James look-
Oh.
The eerie whistle.
It was him.
He swallows a big gulp of air before he forces himself to hold his breath.
It was just an area.
Nothing more.
The slight glimpse he'd had of the area looked like the rest of the Isle.
Actually, it looked a fair bit worse than the rest of the Isle.
All the buildings in this area were run down, and especially after all the fires they'd started-
Demolished.
A majority of the place was destroyed.
He slowly exhales before taking another big breath.
"There's ah good Number One," James nods as he pats him on the back, "ready?"
No.
"Aye." He nods, forcing his fingers to wrap around the rusted ladder leading to the surface.
A chill runs down his spine as rain begins to slip under his clothes, running like icy fingers down his neck and back.
Great. It'd started raining harder while they were underground.
He waits for Beam before they join T and James behind a pile of stone and cement pieces.
"You'll live," T whispers.
"No-" James glares in response, "ya be fuckin' stupid if ya think that's happenin'."
Beam grimaces as he makes eye contact.
But he already knew.
Knew the moment he'd set eyes on T again.
The grim look of determination, the stubborn set of his jaw.
James' eyes don't waver from T's, "ya can't be goin' in alone.."
He wanted to agree.
Desperately wished he could tell T to fuck off with that plan.
But he couldn't.
"Volume." T shakes his head, "watch it."
When he'd first found the bodies, he'd feared the worst.
Feared T had been hurt-
Or killed.
"I say let'im." Beam shrugs, "ain't like he hasn't done it before."
"Ya be daft," James snaps quietly, "if ya think that be ah good idea right now."
But instead he'd found T kneeling over a third dead body.
Uninjured.
Daggers covered in blood.
White and shaking.
He'd seen something in T at that moment.
The weight of the situation.
He wasn't sure what exactly the breaking point had been, but he knew T had reached it.
"Wasn't askin' for permission," T shrugs, "an' yes, probably."
James drags a hand down his face, "why ya gotta be so fuckin' stubborn?"
"Natural talent."
He sighs as he presses his fingers to his temples.
Was it just T being stubborn?
Or was it something more?
He watches T carefully, watches the way he turns towards Beam when Beam speaks.
James when Jame speaks.
But he never looks at their faces.
His eyes linger on their chests.
Jump to their shoulders.
But never higher, unless he counted eye rolls.
T knew what he was asking.
Knew how hard this would be for them to hear.
But he was still asking.
He holds a hand up to stop the arguing before he steps squarely in front of T, "look-it me," he asks.
Though even he could hear it was more of a beg.
T's frown deepens, "kinda hard not to, you're standin' right there."
"Look-it me, please," he whispers.
T makes eyes make contact with him for the briefest moment before he drops it again, "look, I know I don't exactly have the best track-"
"Stop." He puts a hand over T's mouth, letting his fingers rest against his lips..
He knew better than to ask questions right now.
Knew that T needed to do something productive, and needed to not explain it.
T needed this.
That was all he could see.
"Fine, ya be needin' ta go in alone like," he nods as he drops his hand.
"Seriously?" James groans, "he's gonna get dead."
Beam frowns as he crosses his arms over his chest, "ain't happened yet an' kid's been gettin' off on this shit for like ever."
He sighs as he turns to James, "T do be knowin' how ta blend in shadows, else he would'nah be ah havin'' that name. An' ah part o' how he be workin' best be when he ain'nah havin' ta figure where others be, so he can be takin' the risks that be worth it, while still keepin' his ass straight." He ticks his head to the side, "an' o' top ah all that, he be the one in charge."
T, quite wisely, closes his mouth.
"You," James frowns after he studies him before he looks away, "ye be serious" He sighs.
"Aye," he turns back to T, "ya open ta-"
He can't help his grin when he realizes T was pointing at a map with fresh markings on it.
"Best look out positions in the area," T frowns, "nine of 'em." He adds, "best I know of anyways. Haven't really haunted this part in a minute."
"Good thinkin'," he watches as Beam snatches the map out of T's hand before he and James pour over it, "an' if ya be gettin' inta shit?"
"Bomb work better for y'all than 'O'?"
"Ya got ah orange smoke bomb?" He teases.
T frowns, "gotta a red an' yellow."
He nods, "that be workin' for me." He turns to Beam and James.
T nods, "try not to fuck with the yellow. It burns-" he pauses, "at best."
It worked less for him. But at least they'd gotten a warning.
"It all be ah in case thing anyways." He shrugs before he looks between James and Beam, "T can be gettin' in and snoopin' 'round. If shit be gettin' heavy, he be droppin' the smoke bombs so we be knowin' where ta be goin' ta get him."
"Ain't askin' any o' ya to like it," T adds quietly, "ain't sayin I don't trust ya either. Jus' isn't bright ta have us all slip in, the chances of one of us gettin' seen just goes up substantially- Especially if one of us comes to their aid." He turns to each of them, "an' which of ya wouldn't run to the other? Fuck knows I would."
"I did be ah sayin' we only go in if it be gettin' too heavy." He points out, "but ya ain'nah bein' wrong."
T shrugs, "an' he still looks unconvinced."
"Yer the leader o' us. We be ah followin' orders." He glares at James, "aye?"
"Aye." James sighs before he lifts a finger in T's face, "but ya had best keep yer ass hidden. No hero shit, and get the fuck out fast as ya can."
"Fast as I can still might be hours," T crosses his arms, "fast ain't exactly smart when it comes ta spyin', or markin' shit."
"Ya plannin' ta make ah map?" He asks curiously.
"Close enough of one," T shrugs, "she'll make it better later."
He nods as he takes the map of look out spots and puts numbers beside them
"If one of you is willin' ta for-go the stick outta your asses, an' keep from openin' your-" He pauses, "if one o' ya can tell Uma to keep one o' the note books on the ship closed, I can be markin' the notebook instead, that help?"
"Might be makin' Uma feel better ta see the map bein' made."
And make him feel better with each addition to the notebook.
Beam ruffles his own hair clearly frustrated before he sighs, "if ya've had the ability to offer this type o' shit before, you're a real fuckin' asshole."
He shakes his head, "we splitin' up or lookin' out together?"
T glances at all three of their chests before he sighs, "splitin' up would probably be best if you're all worried. Dependin' on where I'm at- It'll be easier for the closest party to intercept." He shrugs, "ain't like ya can't talk to each other from different vantage points."
Beam narrows his eyes, "you are jus' an asshole."
That had been too quick an answer for Faustina to have come up with it.
Actually, now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen T get the far off look once.
"Didn't deny it." T shrugs. "Jus' didn't see the point before- but since this ain't easy for any o' us, figured I'd offer the obvious solution."
"Aye now," he steps closer to T, "we need ta be headin' out, sooner we can be lettin' T start, sooner we can be putin' Uma outta her waitin' misery."
T frowns, "I can wait if ya'll give me the time I need to not be a fuckin' idiot about this, jus' tell me when you're in position."
"Aye, we can be doin' that." He looks over his shoulder, "aye?"
"Aye," James sighs.
Beam grins, "Get dead an' I'll kill you."
T frowns before he shrugs, "double negative, might bring me back."
"Painfully," Beam glares, "I'll kill ya painfully."
T pauses, "got it-" He nods, "seems counterintuitive though."
Beam's glare intensifies, "ya can shove that tone right up your ass."
"Be goin' on, fastest takes the farthest point an all that." He shoos the other two, "right behind ya."
Beam sighs, "I'll take this area then," He points to the south.
"I'll be 'round here." James circles another area, "you take four through six an' we'll see how lucky we all are."
T turns to the side with a frown, "no one fuck too much with one less ya have to."
"Why?" James furrows his brow.
T shrugs, "S'where the wind is blowin'. No point o' standin' watch if ya get hit in the face with-" he pauses, "fuck knows what is in the damned things. Unless ya wanna be useless-" He tilts his head, "or fuckin' dead." He shakes his head, "yet I'm the psycho." He grumbles.
He looks up at the swirling clouds threatening even more rain and sighs.
"New plan," James sighs, "I'll take two through four."
"Seven is highest, followed by three and then eight. Don't know if they're useful-" T shrugs, "jus' sayin'."
James waves once as he walks off.
"I see you," Beam scowls before he heads off.
"Think James be gettin' ah mite bit angry o'er this?" He teases once they're alone.
"Oh," T turns back to him, "is that what that was?"
He shrugs, "it all be worry, nothin' more."
"Pfft." T rolls his eyes, "I could manage this in my sleep."
"Well, I don'nah be doubtin' that," he pushes hair out of T's face with his thumb, "but try ta be keepin' both eyes open for me."
"I mean," T surprises him when he doesn't complain or swat his hand away, "an' here I was plannin' to dart myself an' hope for the best."
"Be playin' nice." He boops his nose, smiling at the twitch of amusement that crosses T's lips, "I were bein' helpin' vouch for ya."
T lets out a long-suffering sigh, "I guess when ya put it like that…" A ghost of a grin passes his lips, "still probably not."
He shakes his head, "jus' be comin' back ta me with yer sister."
"Only reason I bothered to waste time with this shit," T grumbles.
He grins at the petulance, relieved.
If T could whine about his and Faustina's relationship, then clearly he was feeling better.
"Good."
"I ain't gonna let shit happen to her," T huffs. "Wouldn't have been so reckless 'bout shit if I'd known sooner." He adds as he kicks at a rock.
He believed it.
He smiles as he grips T's shoulder.
"I be knowin' that." he snorts, "I trust ya."
And he did.
Immeasurably.
Trust was the only thing keeping him from demanding that he be allowed to enter the camps too.
T frowns as he tilts his head to meet his briefly before he drops them again, "thanks."
"Course, Mate." He winks as he pulls away and starts walking backwards, "now, be findin' ah nice hidin' hole 'til I be gettin' in place."
"So don't stand in the middle of the road screamin 'go fuck yourselves'?"
He snorts before he salutes, "see ya on the other side."
T nods, already slipping into the shadows of the crumpled building.
His entire world shrinks to his surroundings as he races for a good vantage point.
All he could think about was wanting this over as soon as possible.
How many camps were there?
How many times was he going to have to let them leave?
He presses a hand to his chest, as if he could somehow block the dagger lodging between his ribs.
They would be fine.
T would keep them safe.
Faustina would take notes about the camp.
It would work out.
He spares a look towards the clouds.
Please, he begs any god listening, let it work out.
Omfg,
There was just so much gold in this chapter-
Like so much snark.
Love it when you can make a dark serious scene humorous-
He might be outta hollywood now but Joss Wheden's philosophy is on point. Gotta keep this shit entertaining.
But speaking of Dark serious scene-
What the fuck did you think happened to T? He's killed so many before-
But not like this.
Can you blame him for wigging out a bit?
Damn Tina, you're fucking cold in this chapter-
And I thought T was the one willing to do whatever is necessary to help keep ppl safe…
Speaking of… (mostly to soothe my concern)
What are you thinking about Tina? How she has evolved? I wanna know so badly T-T
Overall, I really liked this chapter in the end and am proud of it. (Which is like super rare for me, ask Dark)
Much love
-Twisted