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….Captain Syler looks down over Damien’s silent bloody remains and allows a twisted smile to creep across his torn and blood ridden lips. “Sail that ship onwards my son, sail that FUCKING ship right into the sun, till all your flesh is burned, for your deaths been earned, sail that FUCKING ship onwards son, sail it into the MOTHERFUCKING SUN!” he spits with venomous gusto, as a single tear escape his unpatched eye. For minutes he stands lost in the repeating rhyme before he finally nods his head with an exhausted sigh, which acts as the signal for Calvin and Brody to begin emptying the drums of gasoline over Damien’s form.

“You think the old man has this in store for each of us?” Brody asks quietly, feverishly casting his glances between Calvin, Captain Syler and Damien’s corpse.

“What, you think he’s gonna burn each of us alive?”

“WAIT WHAT? NO! NO!” he squeaks loudly with wide open eyes, while his face goes bright red as he glances quickly over to Captain Syler, who still has his head bowed, and shows no sign of hearing them. “I meant, do you think he’s gonna kill us all like he killed Jenny, Sammy, Punter, Dutch and Damien?” he hisses through clenched teeth…..

….Mickey stares unrelenting with a near pulsating anger welling from within the fragile frame that makes up what is left of his form. “LIAR!” he spits with energy dragged from the depths of whatever is left of his insides.

“Says you, I on the other hand prefer to call myself somewhat of a risk taker,” Paul quips back with a wry smile adorning his lips in the process.

“THEN YOU ARE A LIAR AND A FOOLISH BRAGGART TO BOOT!”

“Braggart?” he asks with a raised brow as his wry smile slips into a wider birth across his face, “Do you have ye olde time dictionary stuffed down your pants for quick reference in an overwhelmingly tight situation over there?”

“IF I HAD T-THE ENERGY, I-I WOULD SEE YOU DROWN I-IN A PUDDLE OF YOUR OWN BLOOD!”

“OUCH!” he snaps loudly before his smile arches open as it seemingly cuts his flesh while he runs his tongue across his the runs of his brilliantly white teeth. “I feel you took that one to heart far more than any other off hand insult I’ve given you in the last forever,” he quips proudly. “Had I realised one of your top weakness revolved around your inability to take ridicule over the age of your insults, I would’ve started here first and then worked my way backwards!”

“F-F-FUCK YOU!”…..

….“A piece does not freely fit into the same category of completion if it is only a piece, for the whole to be recognised, it must be a completed masterpiece, not just a piece. Do you understand? Does it make sense now?” Heath says through teeth bitter and spent, as his relaxed gaze hardens back to blistering form once more.

“Of course I understand the differences between what is part of and what is complete, so you can stop with the downwards talking, because I have no care or time to give for futile things, what I care about is that which has been asked so we can achieve the ending desired, not how we get Fucking there, for that seems overly confusing and trivial at best.”

“There is nothing overly confusing or trivial with the method shown before you, there is only confusion with the facts, and those seem lost on you more than the subject at hand,” he says as he quickly holds up a hand as Luka’s eyes fire and his mouth jitters open. “Stay yourself and listen, for if you had understood the facts, then we would not be here contemplating the fate of more than just us now, would be?”….

….The rushing waters twist and turn down over the porcelain landscape towards the plug hole with ferocious intent, while it’s arms wide and unrelenting capture everything it touches as it drags them downward with it. For second upon second it flows until finally with the giving of a god sedated by worship it comes to a slowly and steady stop, leaving only that of a small river delicately hanging around the drain’s edges. Within the waters grasp a beetle looks up at the brightness of the great big white world above it, while it gently float circular in motion, ever towards the birthing canals that lead down the gaping hole and into the underworld beneath. Like a untaught child it’s legs kick wildly and weakly, while it gasps desperately for breath after breath, but the energy it wishes was at its fingertips, were foolishly wasted mating with any biped it has come across in the last few hours of its small illogical life. The world suddenly tips sideways, and it tumbles down, slapping against a cold metal contraption that hangs in the air, forsaken. It takes another desperate grasp of air as it spies a naked gigantic being sitting on the edge of forever some worlds away…..

….“I could’ve been the one, if you’d given me the chances you gave George, Richard or Malik. I-I-I, I could’ve been everything you wished they were, and more even,” he says with trembling lips, while freshly squeezed tears cascade down his cheeks. “B-But you c-couldn’t even g-give me t-the time o-of day, could y-you? Y-You couldn’t even s-see past the shell that e-encompasses me, and into the eyes o-of the man w-who waits inside! A-And now, now t-that these F-FUCKTARDS h-have left y-you broken a-and b-beaten, you c-come to me and w-want ME to risk EVERYTHING t-to help you g-get REVENGE against THEM! Y-Y-You come asking m-me to b-be YOUR k-knight I-in shining armour! I-I-Is that w-what YOU w-want? I-I-IS IT?” he seethes from over saturated lips

“I-I-I,” she stammers as he stares relentlessly at her with eyes filled with rage, before she swallows a thick wad of air that feels more like a mouthful of razor blades. “I-I, I need you to separate yourself from your anger, and FUCKING be here NOW, with ME!” she spits as she slaps him across the face with an open hand. “I need YOU to FOCUS! I need YOU to cast aside your HATRED towards me and MAN-THE-FUCK-UP!” she bellows as she goes to slap him across the face once more, only to have him catch her hand mid-flight…..

….“You can’t keep blaming me for your problems, not when you continually go about building these mountains out of cheap little mole hills. How about YOU take some responsibility for YOUR actions, instead of turning on a dime every time you get backed into a corner,” Martin spits with a Cheshire Cat grin strewn across his lips as he taps the table with a prodding middle finger.

“Y-Y-Y-You’re s-serious aren’t y-you?” He stammers nervously as he blinks repeatedly while his lips uncontrollably tremble. “Y-Y-You’re seriously w-washing your hands of e-everything y-you’ve done?”

“I’ve done is a pretty big piece of the old vocab to use, especially when we’re not talking about me, we’re talking about YOU sunshine!”

“B-B-But, y….”

His words are cut off quickly as Martin slaps the desk with an open hand while he launches himself to his feet, thrusting a pointed finger furiously towards him. “YOU ARE NOT A VICTIM! YOU ARE NOT AN INNOCENT! YOU ARE THE PERPETRATOR OF THE CRIMES AHEAD OF US! YOU ARE THE CAUSE OF ALL THAT IS WRONG, NOT I! YOUR CONTINUAL DENIAL IS HAMPERING YOUR ABILITY TO MOVE PAST THAT WHICH IS BEFORE US! FACE THE FACE OF YOUR CRIMES AND TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!” he bellows, as he grips the air around him as if it were physical weights and lifts them high above his head…..

….“Placid moments mother, we don’t want to extent your stay here for too long,” Blake hisses through tightly clenched teeth as he struggles valiantly while trying to hold his mother to the ground.

“I AM NOT STAYING HERE FOR A MOMENT LONGER THAN I ALREADY HAVE!” she bellows as her face burns hot with anger. “AND AS SOON AS YOU RELEASE ME, I WILL ENSURE MY TIME WILL BE DONE!”

“You know I CANNOT do that! You are unwell, and in no condition to be other there in the word unattended. Just give me a few more day, a week at the most! You owe me that!”

Her eyes widen and her nose screws up as she casts her glare upon Blake’s panicked one. “I OWE YOU NOTHING! THE SACRIFICES I HAVE ALREADY ENDURED FOR YOU HAVE BEEN MORE PAYMENT THAN YOU ARE WORTH! SO UNHAND ME, OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS!”

“Y-Y-You know I can’t do that don’t you? Y-You know it’s not t-the way things n-need to be d-done! Y-Y-Your sick, and you need to rest!”

“I AM NOT SICK! I AM FINE, IT IS YOU,” she spits venomously as she casts a fierce glare towards Blake and his brothers. “YOU! THE FOUR SEEDS OF SATAN I SPEWED FROM MY WOMB! YOU FOUR ARE THE ONES WHO ARE SICK! YOU FOUR ARE THE ONES WHO NEED TO BE SILENCED! AND SILENCE YOU WILL ALL BE ONCE I BREAK FREE OF THIS PRISON CELL YOU’VE LOCKED ME IN!”….

….“I didn’t think you acted on emotional energy?” Henrique spits with a half haggard smile cut across his cheeks.

“Why do you of all people say that?” Cynthia almost sing in response.

“I’ve known you since the day you escaped the grasp of your mother’s womb, I’ve seen you break hearts since the day you knew what love was. I’ve watched you become a more competent ruler than your father, and his father before him were. I’ve seen many a wondrous thing done or caused by you, but I’ve never seen you make a judgement upon anything based around emotions, until this that is.”

“Then you should take all those things as search for the factor that defines this moment as different, and once you have seen that difference you know you will have your answer,” she says with stoic pride.

“B-B-But,” he stammers as his eyes desperately search the earth beneath him before he casts his eyes back into hers. “B-But what you ask, i-it is an impossible request.”

“It is only impossible, because YOU refuse to make it, yet if you allow yourself an understanding of the players on the field, you allow yourself an understanding of why YOU must do what has been asked.”…..

….“I don’t think you’re really grasping my point.” Marty says with a stuttered hint of sarcasm woven within his words.

“And I don’t think YOU are fully grasping the purpose of a board being there in the first place!” Gareth spits back with playful spite.

“But what’s the use of using the board, if no one knows if you’ve used it?”

“Because it’s THERE!” he cries as he thrusts his arms towards the board. “It’s right there for EVERYONE to see!”

“But what’s the point of seeing it, if you don’t let someone know it’s there!”

“BECAUSE YOU DON’T HAVE TO SAY ANYTHING, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS LOOK!”

“But if I don’t know to look, why would I be looking?”

“BECAUSE ITS FUCKING THERE! WHATS THE POINT OF THE BOARD, IF YOU DON’T LOOK AT THE FUCKING THING!”

“What’s the point of putting something on, if you don’t tell anyone it’s there?”

“BECAUSE IT’S RIGHT FUCKING THERE, RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR STUPID FUCKING HEAD!” Gareth screams as he waves his arms around like an animated clown, gesturing madly at the whiteboard that hangs from the wall behind Marty.

“But if I don’t turn around, how do I know?”

“FUCK YOU! SOMEONE WILL SEE IT AND KNOW!”

“Who?”

“I knew, I saw it and knew what it meant,” Alex says.

“And who did you tell?” Marty asks, his brow raised…..

….He drops to his knees and lets out a grimace before falling to the ground, dead.

“A wise choice, you didn’t sway your aim, nor did you choose the lesser ones, you took umbrage with their follies and removed their strongest.” Julian says proudly as he casts a faint smile towards Gangam.

“He kill weak man with big brain, but I AM strongest, I AM ALWAYS STRONGEST!” Sternko roars as he slaps his chest with confident bravado.

“Your strength lies in your arms, but the right of battle relies on your fortitude of thought, which is lacked. You are now a weapon without a holder, a penis without blood to pump through it. To put it simply, you are no longer a threat.” Julian retorts with confidence.

“ME MORE THAN WEAPON! ME STRONGEST! ME POWERFUL!” he roars as he thrusts his tightly clenched fists into the ground, sending a crack through the very lands itself. He stands up with a smug look on his face. “I AM STRONGEST!”

“You are a tool abused and used by those that don’t see your true worth, all they see is a weapon, while we, we see a warrior several steps away from being a god.” Julian says…..

….“Blind ambition isn’t factual, it’s a feat performed by those in the know, which in hindsight shows very little importance.” she snaps with an almost careless blasé.

“You sound as if you’ve been part of the problem before, or have you just been given the excuses only to find out it was all about you the whole time?”

“Do you say pretty things like that to all the girls, or do you save it all for your mother?”

“My mother left when I was a kid, I never knew her, and if I had the chance to, I wouldn’t be saying pretty things!”

“A smart woman your mother.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You look like a few of those brain cells survived what happened to the rest of whatever you call it,” she says slyly while gesturing towards his head. “Or am I being too ambiguous with my assumptions?”

“All talk and bravado, how about you chance fate and make it a fair fight?”

She smiles broadly, flicking her tongue across her teeth with playful tact. “Lover boy, this is how I even the playing field! If I was to put the advantage into your court, I would be the foolish one, wouldn’t I?”

“You’d be less ballsy!” he spits with a over saturated grimace….

….“So what are you telling me now? That what, you’re the fucking piper?” Conner scoffs as he looks Danshel up and down with a disenchanted grimace across his lips. “You look like a little girl, and a virgin at that! Are you a virgin? Can I take a look? Maybe stick a finger or two in and wet you up for my meat sausage!” he says as he grips his crotch and squeezes it while blowing her playful kisses.

“I-I, I would watch your tongue, h-he hears everything,” she stammers through trembling lips.

“ARE YOU FUCKING THREATENING ME NOW GIRL?” he snarls as he tightens his hands into to fists.

“T-T-That’s not w-what I’m saying, a-and you know it. I-I’m trying to a-save you.” she mumbles while her eyes quickly search the tree line. “I-It will be his song you will hear first, b-but not from his t-throat, f-from yours, t-t-then it will be his colourful dress y-you will see m-moments before he takes you to be h-his.”

“AIN’T NO ONE TO FEAR OUT HERE EXCEPT ME!” he snarls with upturned lips.

“C-C-Conner, m-maybe the girls not joking, m-maybe t-this is all a trap.” Butler stutters as he looks around.

“Of course it’s a FUCKING trap! Why else would she be chained up in the middle of nowhere ya knob!….”.