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 Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 12:25 am
They sat together at the dinner table, both picking at their food in a listless fashion. Hardly any of the food reach their mouths and it was hard to say if they enjoyed the taste of it at all.
It was lonely without her there, especially for Kettil.
"I dream about her sometimes, Papa. Do you think she dreams of me, too?" Peder asked quietly.
Kettil almost dropped his fork out of surprise, but it was soon followed by a smile that looked confident, "Of course she does, no matter where she is we are in her heart."
The boil gave a small smile and ate with a bit more gusto.
He knew that just like him that his son's heart was broken by the absence of Freya.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 12:46 am
Heavy footsteps were thudding across the pavement just outside the tiny wooden door she was hiding behind. It was just a door - the building it had once protected was all but shambles, and the door itself was almost flat, save for the sliver of a spot where it was propped up by a broken piece of wall. A sliver, nothing worth checking. Nothing anyone could hide under, surely.
But she was. And she waited. And waited. And eventually, the thudding footsteps faded into nothing.
She reached down quietly, sliding her hand into a pocket, where a hard piece of bread waited for her. She brought it to her mouth, and sucked on it until it was soft enough to bite.
She thought of Peder. She thought of the first time they'd given him bread, and he had no teeth to eat it with. He just sucked on it until it was soft.
It was probably dinnertime, for them both. Then Kettil would tuck their son back into his little bed, the one his father had carved with his own hands, and he would fall asleep warm and comfortable. But most of all, safe.
She drifted off, bread still in her mouth, and passed out under the protection of the door that had no more home than she did.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 12:59 am
Kettil pulled the blanket up to Peder's chin and gently tussled the boil's hair, "You want to hear another story?"
Peder wiggled a bit under the blankets trying to get comfortable and settled. The question made the small figure still for a moment before he said, "No. Sing. Sing the song you sing for Momma sometimes, maybe she'll hear it and come back..."
He tilted his head as he settled on the edge of Peder's bed, he doubted the song would suddenly summon up the Valkyrie they both missed so dearly. Kettil knew he would have gone after her if it wasn't for the fact that Peder was there and needed at least one of them. The world of Halloween had enough orphans that didn't know where or who their parents were. The world was crumbling at the edges and it was all Kettil could do to protect Peder from the dangers.
Slowly he leaned until he laid down next to his son and began to sing in a low soft voice, "I watched you sleepin'..."
Peder tried to stay awake as long as he could, as if wanting to see if he was right about the song but he was fast asleep before Kettil finished singing.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 1:39 am
The axe swung heavy, sinking deep into the chest of a woman's back. The sound of impact was nauseating. But more importantly, the blood loss was unacceptable - and Freya wasted no time in desummoning her axe, and climbing over the dying woman. In her hands were containers, all of which she placed over the wound, allowing the blood of the human female to flow cleanly into them. She was still alive, as Freya did this.
"Why," The hoarse whisper was accompanied with a bloody cough, and Freya hushed her gently, pressing one bloodied finger to the woman's lips.
"Shhh, now. Relax. It won't be long."
The woman stared up at her, eyes still wide with horror, and Freya pressed her hand against her cheek. She hummed a familiar tune, a soft and melancholy melody, until the woman closed her eyes. Her breathing slowed, and the shudders of pain ceased. It was then that Freya's humming changed to song, and the sound of her voice made the woman cry one final tear. Freya's voice was fading, getting farther and farther away from her.
"Quietly in my bed, yeh don't knows this now but there's somethings that needs teh be saids. It's all that I can hears, it's more than I can bears...
The blood ran cold, and sluggish, now.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 1:53 am
It was a sleepless night for Kettil, even the serene face of his sleeping son couldn't soothe the empty pain in his heart. He was glad Peder was here, thriving even during the dark times. It had been a while since they'd gone fishing, though he knew Peder wasn't as fond of the quiet sport as he was. It was simply something to do together to bide the time until Freya could eventually come back.
He moved to get up and a small hand suddenly reached up and clasped Kettil's arm, "No, please. Stay here, Papa," a small sleepy voice said in a sad tone. Peder was afraid that if his Father left the room he'd end up totally alone with no one to care for him, or sing to him. Peder had been putting up a strong face for so long that it was surprising for Kettil to see small streams of tears trail down the small boil's face. Carefully Kettil shifted he was sitting up a little with Peder on his lap, his son small head against his chest.
"I'm not goin' anywhere," Kettil promised softly. "We'll wait til' Mama comes back to us together. We'll wait forever."
"Promise?" Peder's sleepy voice asked as a hand gripped onto the front of Kettil's vest.
"I promise," Kettil replied as he leaned and kissed his son on the forehead. "Now go back to sleep."
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 2:09 am
Freya covered her ears as the sound of gunfire rang down loud on either side of her. The strip of steel protecting her wasn't going to last, and she had nowhere left to run. She couldn't get close enough to him without risking being shot, and he would never run out of bullets. Not him. Not those guns. He knew he had her.
She was a trapped animal, with nothing left to lose.
Freya let out a warrior's scream, and came barreling out of her hiding place with her axe head directly in front of her. It was big, but he was quick, and never missed. Just a few steps in, he'd already shot her in the lower leg, tearing her calf muscles and stopping her from running. She screamed, and dropped down to one knee. The gunfire stopped. He won. She lost.
Just as the man came closer, Freya hurled the giant axe directly at his face, the blunt side of him knocking him out cold. She limped over to him, leaned down, and picked up his cowboil hat, placing it gently over his unconscious face.
"Stay down, little boil." Freya growled in warning, turning to limp painfully away. "So I can goes home."
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