family feud. cain and prop blitz

My fist misses his face and instead connects with his collarbone, flesh to flesh skimming across his body with not enough force to even draw blood. He fights back by stepping onto my foot, probably using just enough force to stop me from continuing to hit him. But anger was one hell of a drug, and Prop couldn't stop me even if he wanted to. I needed something, anyone, to blame, except for me.

Abel's words haunted my memories, the ones where he screamed at that dude from three about me and 'Pa and how cruel we were, that all he wanted to do was impress us. He killed someone. He put a spear through some girl's eye all to impress me. 

But it was still Prop's fault. Abel wouldn't have volunteered if it were anyone else. He was doing Prop a favour, one he didn't deserve. And for that I wanted to make him pay.

I swung again, using all of anger my buzzed brain could muster. "He wouldn't have volunteered if it weren't for you, he wouldn't be dead, he-"

My fist connecting with Prop's body cut me off.

Cain attacks Prop, unarmed
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5037 -- Bruised Right Knee -- 2.5 damage
(Unarmed)

Prop grabs my fist tightly in his, squeezing enough to leave a bruise. I shook him off of me, the anger and rage raising through my body and erupting in a storm of curse words before I finally muster the ones I really wanted to say.

"Get his fucking name out of your mouth," I scream at him, my fists wrapping tightly around his shoulder as I push him up against the wall of the Izar farmhouse. Rage filled my body as I fought the urge to press my arms against his neck and choke him until he struggled as he begged and pleaded beneath my hands. A tear escaped from my eye, but my mind was too focused on hurting Prop to care.

Abel was dead because of Prop, right? I wasn't trying to convince myself that I was the reason my brother had died? He wouldn't have volunteered if it wasn't for Prop... Prop is the reason he died... Prop is just trying to get a reaction out of me. He knows nothing. He's nothing but a jerk-off who can't get over his brothers death.

"Don't compare my brother to your brother. Six was n-nothing but a lamb. Abel could still be here. He could've became a Peacekeeper, he could've...."

The words escaped me before my fists collided with Prop again.

Cain attacks Prop, unarmed
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5102 -- Gash/Bruised Left Shin -- 4.0 damage
(Unarmed)

Prop's fist connects me square between my eyes, a fury of blood scurrying to the nerves in my nose as the swelling already begins. I knew I was stronger than him, I knew it since we were kids, yet my fist shook with every hit, every flex of each knuckle as guilt began to set it. I was just as bad as Prop. Inside I knew I was looking for someone to be angry at, someone to be the target of all the emotions which I was never taught to regulate. 

It was funny how my father always preached how to toughen up after an injury, but he never taught me how to deal with the emotional scars that lined every single organ in my body. The kind of scars that never really fade, but just get smaller and smaller. The bruises that finally stop swelling and you think you've finally healed, until a panging of your heart reminds you they're still there, and suddenly you're all black and blue again and you don't know how to recover.

And maybe Prop was right. Maybe he was a murderer. But he did what he had to do, and Six didn't. That was the difference between them. That was the difference between my little brother and my little cousin and that was why Abel survived longer than Six. He was the stronger O'Malley.

I am the stronger O'Malley.

Which is why I didn't hesitate to land one final blow on Prop just for good riddance.

Cain attacks Prop, unarmed
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5184 -- Bruised Left Calf -- 2.0 damage
(Unarmed)