put a bullet in my buttcheek {SS vs CR, Day 2}
Jul 17, 2017 20:09:51 GMT -5
Post by Tom on Jul 17, 2017 20:09:51 GMT -5
T E D D Y .
It comes like the striking of a match.
Blood crawls from the wound that he had created on Raquel's arm. A painful slash that had been created by the golden spear in his hands. All he could do was stare as weapons clash together and another bullet rings into the air. They were becoming simple and mad kids. Killing one another for their own reasons. Family, allies, lovers, koalas, and so many other reasons could be flowing through their minds. Teddy could feel his hands stiffen on the spear as he watched with eyes so kind and yet he can feel the need to protect deep, underlying his skin.
It was new.
It was strange.
It didn't feel good.
Emberly's voice breaks him from the trance of metal and bullets striking noise in the cool air of the beach. It's filled with that confidence that he remembers seeing in her. There was a want to get to know who Teddy was and all he could tell her about himself. He used to dream of someone who he could tell about all of his problems until his lips went dry with exhaustion of talking. He's never had anyone around for him except Ma who told him that he needed to see therapists for the things that he could remember. Their eyes always looking at him like he was their new toy to play with. They poked and prod his skin like he was some sort of monster that could be cured of disease.
Ma had saved him then.
Who would save him now?
"Why . . . you know why: because we have to, Teddy."
They had to. There was no questions to the rhyme or reason of why they had to fight, only that they had to fight. The words of why seem to itch at his throat again, but sounding like a toddler who kept questioning everything probably didn't help at all with the whole fighting or dying thing. He's already holding the spear defensively and he wants to protect Chester and prove to him that he can pull his own weight.
Chester's voice seems to cut him from his quick thoughts and heavy breath. The man from Seven was quite an annoying brute, but he was Teddy's brute. Even if they were going to have awkward conversations about life in general. He still was growing on Teddy's thoughts. There was a brief moment of blankness that had filled Chester's face the night before and he was going to find out what it meant. Who Chester was. Why he was always so defensive. Teddy wanted to learn things about the others. He wanted to be able to remember them, even with his faulty brain that made him a test subject for a few months.
"Nobody will sacrifice themselves so I can live, but I will sacrifice them."
His fists clench on command at Chester's words. There's no point in showing the fact that he could die. Chester seemed too preoccupied trying to keep everything tied together. It was like a flurry of emotions and knots that could never quite untangle from the layers underneath. There's a brief moment where Teddy looks at Chester in admiration, but he pushes it back as Raquel's voice echoes in his ear and his heart.
"Teddy?"
It's almost like the words shock her from a glimpse of death. There's almost a hidden feeling of guilt as the wound on her arm is fresh from his own blade. He's moving slowly and in time with his own heart beat as she speaks once more. A poison that seems to slip from her tongue and into his skin sends shivers down his spine.
"Didn't take you for the violent type, Teddy."
There's a grin that pulls on her face, but he can feel his stomach drop. The feeling of a fear that he never wanted to become resides inside of him. Violent. It's a word that no one has called him. He's never tried to harm someone on purpose. Ma used to tell him that violence wasn't a way for any human to live. They looked more like terrified animals trapped at their own will, ready to burst through. The violent types were only violent because they were scared of what could truly happen.
Scared of the reality before them.
"I-I'm not violent."
His voice tries, but fails him as he can feel the clenching of his fists. The frustration of thinking about it filling his veins, until he's bursting from within. Kind eyes staring at the scenes in front of him. Rory's asking Rhetoric to just give the gun to someone else if she doesn't know how to use it. Clementina and Emberly strike Rhetoric and they are worried for Raquel, with understandable reasoning. Chester was nothing more than a brute when it came to killing, but Teddy. Teddy was a man who didn't want to kill, but he still cuts wounds that he could patch up like it wasn't different.
He can remember the choking feeling of his private training session.
Drowning over the thought of if he could do it if needed.
It takes a moment and he doesn't realize Ree Fer's assault on Chester.
Words of rotten boy on Ree Fer's tongue. Teddy can feel himself stiffen at the sound of Ree Fer's spear cutting open a wound on Chester's leg. He can feel his heart beat loudly in his chest. There's a moment when he thinks that he isn't going to move, but he moves like it's second nature. The words of his real mother echoing in his mind. The hate in her eyes as she had said them to him. The only memory that he had of his real mother.
You're a waste of space, Theodore.
Eyes latch onto Chester as he speaks once more. He's like a scared animal, but he wouldn't cower like a kicked dog. He wouldn't cower like one for Chester's sake. That's when his heart quickens and the spear in his hand feels like a part of his body. There's a never ending echo of his mother's words that still ring in his mind. Waste of space. Waste of space. Waste of space. It wasn't true. There was enough space in the universe for them all, but no one could have that. They all had to fight for the right to make it out.
They were all animals trapped in a cage of their purpose.
A desire to fight to live their lives.
"I still have your back, Chester. No matter who it is."
He would believe in those words for that moment.
Ree Fer looks exactly how he remembered him from being locked up on that elevator together, but not as nervous or annoyed as he had been before. He could still see the signs of things that lie underneath Three's skin. Adelaide's district partner, Ree Fer had struck Chester and called him rotten. Teddy can feel his own hand stiffen as he speaks to Three.
"Rotten? Is that the best you got, Fer?"
There's that familiar feel of words that echoes in his mind. It was like speaking to his patients who asked for drugs or wanted to leave back to their terrible nightmares. Worlds filled with addiction and smoke that fills their lungs to it's limit. They all were the same. Ree Fer was the same. He struck with sharp words and a sharp weapon. There's nothing that he would give to see Ree Fer calm again, but what was calm to Ree Fer was most likely not calm to Teddy. How could he kill if all he was concerned with was the way he wanted to help everyone?
Raquel Izar's leg comes to his head and he's shaking slightly again.
Her words that were annoyed at the idea of Teddy helping her, but also appreciative once he broke through. She wasn't a monster or some sort of stepping stone into the future. She was a tribute who just wanted to go home to the Izars. He knew of their big family, as did most of the world, but he can't help but feel disappointed. He wanted a big family that he could care about to every end of the world. He wanted to have a reason to fight, besides protecting the people who may end up killing him.
All he knew was that he had to fight for them.
And for himself.
"I'm not violent,"
Hands clenched around his golden spear as blood drips from the end.
"but it's either fight or let Chester die."
He strikes forward with the spear, letting the fear in him build up.
"And I can't let Chester die."
(teddy attacks Raquel Izar with Lance of Approval[Spear])
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(Stabbed in Chest 9.5 +1)
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