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 Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 8:40 pm
Wash didn't respond immediately, concentrating on the daylight that filtered past the former sun hunter's red-orange hair, narrowing his vision down into tiny spots of light. He felt like he was falling, but he held on to consciousness by the skin of his teeth.
"Is that what this," he murmured, barely audible, "is about? You gonna piss on me, t' mark your place? Prove you're the," he coughed, "bigger man?" Talking hurt, and he had to pause a moment to catch his breath.
"Maybe you should ask yourself, Rep," he whispered hoarsely, "Will they still want you, when this is all said an' done?"
Somewhere in the distance, he imagined he could hear the tinkle of cracking porcelain; see the brown satin of spilled coffee across a near-empty table. The surprise in the sandy-haired hunters eyes that quickly turned into sadness; disappointment.
He closed his eyes again. The darkness was so much easier. He just needed to sleep.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 9:07 pm
"I AM the bigger ******** man." he snarled, temper spiking. "I don't need to ******** prove it. You under me ******** proves that already."
And then Wash had to bring the guys into it. Had to bring the disappointment they'd feel, even if they didn't ******** say it. He'd been asked not to risk everything again, asked to stop all of this before he blew his last chance.
He clenched his hands in Wash's coat as hard as he could and roared. "<******** you!. ******** you and your STUPID b***h GIRLFRIEND!" He couldn't hide the frustration at being unable to sink the knife in and twist the way he wanted to, he wanted to make him crack. "And don't even ******** think of bringing the guys into this, they are fine with what I do. They know alright!?" But the manic edge to his voice said otherwise.
He stood up, getting off of the other man, jabbing a finger in his direction. "Can you walk to the ******** infirmary?"
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 9:37 pm
The fear he'd felt with Rep screaming in his face had been acute; he knew that pain was coming, and knew that there was no way to stop it - there was no one left to reason with. The best he could do was try to be still, and hope he'd survive; it was a sickening sensation. At least with the horsemen, they'd been the enemy. A monster to defeat; something less than human. Being at the mercy of a man that was as capable of hopes, dreams, and maybe even love as he was of wanton destruction was different, somehow. A side of the world he had never seen before the island - a side he refused to acknowledge. All men were good at heart, he'd believed. All men capable of salvation.
Was he wrong?
He teetered on the edge of conciousness, that dark thought flickering like a candle. Was his trust misplaced? Washington Becker, who had been so certain about everything; his carefully structured beliefs with their rules and boundaries and limits. His faith. His little light was now a guttering flame, swallowed by uncertainty and doubt. Maybe he was wrong. About everyone -
And just as suddenly as he'd begun to reach that conclusion, the other man was gone.
He took in a deep, painful breath. "Inna minute," he replied weakly. He lay there limply, concentrating on sucking in air, trying to ignore the shooting pain. He didn't say anything else; didn't want to tempt the man's ire again. Sasha would be cross with him, certainly; he'd earned it. But somewhere in this was a valuable lesson, something perhaps he needed to see.
Even the darkest shadows can't exist without light.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 9:52 pm
"A minute's no ******** good enough." Rep spat. He couldn't have the guy dying out here on the fields because he was proud enough to think he could ******** walk off some serious injury. He didn't know what other people's regen abilities were like either with their weapons. It rankled him deeply to have to help him, to preserve Sasha's toys for her.
Tracey hissed. something about him.> Something frustratingly kind, that was for sure, the more he ******** baited and hit him, the more he passively tried to talk round it. He made him feel guilty. ******** guilty. He wanted to draw the darkness out of him, to prove that there was no ******** perfection anywhere.
But they couldn't afford it this hard on the heels of the last ******** up.
There would be other fights, there would be other chances, he'd see to it.
"I don't do patience." And seizing his foot, he tried to forcibly drag him off the training fields in the direction of the infirmary. He wasn't allowed in, sure. But he could drop him off.
He texted Harrison he was on his way.
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