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Isiah buried his face in his hands, utterly defeated. He was so.. so tired. Tired of fighting, tired of trying to save him. He had finally come to accept what everyone else had known all along- Tsurai was a lost, lost, lost lost cause.

Braeden took this as the okay. He pulled his knife from the hilt on the back of his belt, tightening his hand around it. He had thought that he'd have more of an audience- he was relieved wihen people simply turned away at the sight of the blade, disgusted.

Braeden mumbled a quick sorry before forcing the blade to the hilt into Tsurai's temple, shutting his eyes tightly as warm lifeforce covered his fingers.

Isiah started crying, then- grief ran down his face in stead streams, his body tense and shaking from the anger and frustration, the sheer unfairness, the injustice. It made his stomach churn, and his heart weak, to know that there was so much he could have done to stop it, and he hadn't.

No one was there for him then, crumpled in a tiny ball where he sat, an unlit cigarette falling from his lips, his hands covering his face, deeply ashamed and revulsed.

Isiah slapped his hand away, the blood now imprinted on his shoulder. "Don't touch me.." He felt like his insides were tearing themselves apart. He leaned over himself, panting, fighting back the urge to chuck what little he had eaten, his teeth bared in a sharp grimace.

Isiah stayed in place, panting, pushing himself painfully onto his feet. Braeden stood in his way. "Back off. Right now."

"She ******** RAPED my friend, Braeden! She's trying to carry him off into the ******** sunset!" He whimpered at the pain in his crotch.

"I don't GIVE a ********. No Denzien hits a woman, much less try to ********' choke em. Stay where you are."

Isiah grunted, his eyebrows furrowed forward. He would get that b***h. Braeden couldn't be around all the time. And she was ******** if she thought for one second that she'd be able to take Tsurai from him.

Braeden stood in Isiah's way should he try to follow after Alex- Isiah circled around him, fists clenched. "Just let it go, Isiah-" <******** you, I'm NOT just gonna LET it go!" He shoved Braeden, hard, making the older denzien fall down on his a** before advancing on Alex. He lifted Tsurai gingerly from her shoulder and set him down before grabbing her by her hair and yanking her off her feet. Once she was on the ground he lifted his boot, fully intending to come down with full force onto her face.

Isiah caught her fist by the wrist before she was able to take advantage of his weak point again, twisting it violently, a turn that would go all the way to her shoulder, hoping to sprain or dislocate her hand from her arm. "Don't ******** with me!" After the twist he brought back his fist to send a savage blow into her face, his lip curled back in an angry snarl.

Braeden ran after him, catching his fist before he could send it into Alex's face, bracing his boots against dirt. "Isiah ******** STOP IT right NOW!"

Isiah growled and brought back his elbow, savagely into Braeden's face- there was a quiet snap as the elder Denzien's nose broke.

Braeden yelped, stumbling back, his hand immediately holding tightly onto the bridge of his nose, bleeding profusely through his nostrils. "******** stayed in place, fists clenched should either of them decide to come for a second punishment, panting, shoulders steadily rising and falling. "Princess Charming wanted to run away with you into the sunset, Tsurai," He explained, his breath ragged. "******** ' everyone here is CRAZY."

Isiah gave Tsurai an extremely incredulous look. "Kid, if you seriously want to run away with your rapist, feel ********' free." Braeden was walking toward Isiah- the younger denzien shoved him in the chest to push him out of the way. He threw up his hands again. "Don't let me stop you! Jesus H. Christ!"

He wanted to leave but there was nowhere to go. The old town they were at.. well.. The reason they had left...

Was here.

Isiah was so ******** tired of mothering the thankless piece of s**t. "She can be your new mama!"

"******** this. Tsurai, you can be a little ******** hetero idiot here all you want. You know what, while you're at it, get the b***h pregnant, too! Have a kid and bring another raggedy mouth to feed into the world! Punch anyone you feel like! I am so SICK of you. I have given you ENDLESS compassion and patience and you would turn it in for some two bit slut, FINE. ENJOY your life."

Isiah grabbed two milk jugs of water, picking up the empty duffle and tossing his stuff into it. He grabbed his dirty, bloody jacket too, shoving it in. "******** you all."

He slung the considerably lighter duffle over his shoulder and headed south, toward the first city he and Tsurai had come from, at first weaving, then PUSHING through people, grunting idly.