asa d2 cb fin

asa benyon
male
eighteen
cb 4/5 from ratmas

I should have guessed that the moment we bought in that scum, he’d destroy everything that we as a family had worked towards. Fucking half-breeds, all those people with a dash full of nothing but falsehood. They’re nothing but that dash, a stain between two surnames. Benyon is not a surname for a fucking dash like him. He only ever got what he deserved, that two faced, two named kid. I guess he was the same age as me, maybe even a little younger, but he was better.

But being better does not make a blind bit of difference against sleeping and six times the man count. His fingers looked like soldiers, just for a second. Before they waved goodbye to the sky above, and hello to the flames of an open fire.

Fingers are like a trophy to me, that's all I can say. His aren't my first is all I can say, bit his are the most prized. Not lodged into the wall from the rotating of a knife, a skewering of a finger, and continuing arc of blood. A laugh appears in my throat, as I call out to Harry, poison on my tongue, “Count to ten with your fingers, show off. All ten unique… Oh.”

I call that one - nil.