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Isiah panted, giving Braeden a pleading look, before picking up the knife where Braeden had left it. He flicked the blade out. "I can't. He's not doing this of his own power, Braeden."

Braeden grunted, speaking in quick denzien for one of his little teenage bitches to get him some rope, pulling back harder on Tsurai's arms. "Don't get any ideas, kid. I got a knife in a hilt if you get any crazy ******** ideas."

Braeden stumbled back, wincing in pain but held him fast- the kids returned with the rope, tossing it to Isiah.

Braeden threw Tsurai down, face first, holding his head down with one hand, straddling him over his a**, holding his wrists with the other. "Hurry up, you goddamn f*****t!" Isiah frowned but quickly and tightly tied Tsurai's wrists, Braeden's face contorted in pain as Tsurai kicked him in the back over and over with his loose feet. "Get his goddamn feet too! ********!"

Isiah took the switch blade and cut off the end before attempting to tackle Tsurai's flailing limbs, tying his ankles tightly and securely. Braeden panted, holding Tsurai in place. "You done?"

Isiah nodded, mouth ajar. "Clear."

Braeden rolled his eyes. "Don't worry kid, I'm gettin' comfortable. What she give you? PCP's?" Braeden knew about that s**t. Lots of Denziens took them before dominance fights so they wouldn't have any pain receptors.. and with the right PCP, you could gain twice as much strength for a very short period of time. He didn't want Tsurai to break through the ropes and possibly injure himself, but more importantly, everyone else around him.

Isiah pushed the knife blade back into it's handle, tucking it into his pocket. "I am so tired of this.."

"Yeah, it's Brandon. And I never ran hard s**t, kid." He was gonna sit there until Tsurai sweat it out. He was prepared to do it, too. The clan he was in required this sort of treatment an awful lot.

Isiah wondered what he was supposed to be doing right now.. he turned and watched as scores of people carried Alex's body off.. He shuddered, shaking his head back and forth. He glanced back toward his campsite, so to speak- ... he jogged over, wondering briefly what the seperate piles were for. He had to keep them seperated. She must have done it for a reason.. He set one pile back into their own duffel bag, another into hers, and the last- the smallest- he shoved into one of their own duffel's many pockets. He wanted to make it clear that if anyone went after it, there'd be trouble.. and with it all put away, it'd be much harder to make off with one thing at a time. He'd be able to see, or hear them, fumbling around.

He jogged back and took a seat a good five feet away from the others, folding his legs painfully. Just MOVING was so painful.. "Why does everyone gotta go after my ******** nuts, anyway?"

Braeden chortled. "Blueball must be it, f*****t."

Isiah made the 'ha ha, you're SO funny' face before rolling his eyes, turning his head to watch Tsurai's expression.

Braeden reached into his pocket and tossed Isiah a cigarette, waiting for Isiah to light his before taking a brief drag. "Oh, yeah? Well you're gonna be pissed then. If you had a little more meat on you my bony a** wouldn't hurt so much." He blew smoke upward, watching people disperse. "She was in pain, kid. Someone had to do it. You were too caught up."

Isiah grunted. "Don't encourage ******** killing, Braeden."

"You ain't my mama!"

Braeden gave Isiah a strange look. "This kid is sounding like he need to be put out of his misery, Ceta."

Isiah shuddered at being called by his former title. "It's not his fault, Braeden. He can't.. His father did..."

Braeden chortled. "Listen, I know more about his Dad than you do, okay? He was ******** up. But when someone ******** up a pitbull, you kill it. Whether it was its own fault or not. That's what this kid is." He sucked on his cigarette. "You feel like dying today, Jake?"

Braeden gave Isiah another look- there was no pity there, no mercy. Braeden understood the times they lived in. Tsurai had to die. He was a wild card, a menace, a waste of supplies.

Isiah knew it, but his.. faith, endless faith in Tsurai came from nowhere, and he had always believed he was something to be saved. Even from himself, he could be saved. It was so.. unfair, that he should have to suffer because of problems in the past..

Braeden turned back to Tsurai. "Keep talkin', kid."