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paper sow { ment&teddy Sept 30, 2017 0:51:01 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2017 0:51:01 GMT -5

M E N T L O W E.

I don't want to be here. They don't get it, keep repeating that they know how I ache, fuck that; I don't think they'd bring me here if they could. Things are different without her, y'see, the sun doesn't sing anymore, it's all just work. Carrying my weight and her's and Myara's and we all just exist at this point, all because they couldn't anymore -- I do it all, they do nothing. Chewing on metal throughout dinner, staring Teddy down across the table and I scratch the cut on my hand. My father kicking my ankle to stop.

Miscommunication, I never learned sign language pops.

And Teddy gets up first, after Paige stops talking and in between the baby's crying, I get up second. My father ready to beat my ass, "I'll be back in a second."

"Ment."

"I promise."

It'll only take a second anyways, I've put down enough sick animals. Beating in my wrists, my teeth hurt and I see it in his fucking face, following him out to the back porch -- my father trusts me! Oh, completely. I saw Saffron stop him, and it's the bare minimum she can fucking do I guess; pretending. Can't be new to her, to Teddy, to me- "Mr. Ursa?" Soft voice,
harder fists.

"FUCK YOU-" I don't have patience for murderers, for liars. There's too much blood on this name, there's no room for anymore bastards around here. One punch, I feel it bite my knuckles back and there's a grimace - "why the fuck-" pushing him by the chest as if he'll care any - "are you even here." There's no more room for anymore goddamn victors around here, not him, not Saffron.

"Why can't you all just fucking leave?"

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paper sow { ment&teddy Sept 30, 2017 1:12:40 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Sept 30, 2017 1:12:40 GMT -5

Cold eyes and heated words linger in the air. A madness that seems to come in a dinner where the air could cut through his skin with a tingling pain. There's a need to breath or else he's going to suffocate from it all. A polite excuse of leaving the building for a second as he needs to recompose himself in front of a family that he's taken one from. Bloodied hands that sweat pushed against the sides of his pants as looks to the cool night's air for some sort of relief from it all. It's quick when he hears her voice.

Mr. Ursa sounded fake to his ears.

It was just Teddy.

"FUCK YOU-"

The punch comes just like Saffron Lowe's own punch. Quick and filled with a fury, but there's a difference as he can see that Ment as her father had called her earlier hits hard. He grimaces with pain, but balances himself as he holds himself up. This is what he deserved for taking a heart of gold away from them. This is the punishment that he deserved for Emberly Lowe's blood that still lays under his skin. The blood doesn't go away. No matter how hard he scrubs, he can still remember it's crimson glow. "why the fuck-" She says in a voice as she pushes him backwards. "are you even here." The poisoned words soak into his skin like a warning to run from it all, but he's done running from his problems. He's tired of feeling like all he could do was run. He ran when Rory died. He ran when things got rough at home. He ran. Not anymore.

"Why can't you all just fucking leave?"

All he can do is watch and hold himself steady on the ground. He's been through worse. More people have tried to kill him than just Ment from the Lowe family. He's lived in a place where everyone wanted him dead, but he lived. He would live for the rest of the time, but he doesn't do anything except stand there and speaking. Eyes watching her carefully.

"I promised, Emberly. That's why."

A breath of air as he doesn't dare put his hands up in defense, instead he holds them by his sides as he speaks.

"Punch me all you want, but it's not going to make things better."

Arms open as he watches her carefully, spitting onto the ground near him to cleanse the taste of blood from his mouth that seemed to be coming forward.

"C'mon, hit me."

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paper sow { ment&teddy Sept 30, 2017 15:58:23 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2017 15:58:23 GMT -5

M E N T L O W E.

"I promised Emberly." And I can't tell if that makes it better or worse, "that's why." Holding stance, sting in my knuckles and I bite my lip, I've been learning when to throw punches: anytime. Everywhere. Emberly sat in fields of wheat and I promised we'd be okay just by saying it, but that's not enough -- words aren't enough anymore. Staring Teddy in the eyes as he stares back into mine, "punch me all you want, but it's not going to make things better."

There's no understanding it, why they trust him any after everything. Witness murders, witness me because we all know what he's done, yet we're all victims here together. I can't blame him for living, I know that. It's too much to swear he's a cunt for not dying, just for killing her- for showing up here afterwards. For me having to be here with him, I think I could kill him.

I could fucking kill him.

Two punches and he's standing rigid, there's no fight in him. I've put down cows stronger than him, he spits blood on the ground. Arms wide open, "c'mon,"

"hit me."

Is this really want I want? Yes.

For a second I hold my breath, tension on a rustic barn porch broken by beating the shit out of his nose -- god this feels better. There's no audible crack, it feels harder in my hand then his face but fuck it, fuck him, "I don't need your damn permission," not in my own graveyard. Outside of here he's a victor, he's a killer, he's somebody's hope; we're equal here. Teddy's got nothing over me, repeating to myself over heavy breathing, the pop in my elbow. "You already killed her," I feel my own heart beat, "you really think you owe her anything still?" I'd say I don't care what she promised but I'd be lying; I'd say I didn't enjoy fucking his face up but I'd be lying. This feels good right now,

that's all that matters.

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paper sow { ment&teddy Oct 1, 2017 17:21:45 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Oct 1, 2017 17:21:45 GMT -5

There's no crack that comes form his nose, but he can feel the blood that drips slowly from it. Pain flashes over his face, but he's gone through much worse. Losing a leg had been painful, just like the wounds that Ree Fer had put upon his skin. The wounds that Emberly Lowe had cut deep into his skin. Lux's blade cutting his skin open. He's felt it all. He's been through more pain than anyone should have to go through. Crimson spit comes from his lips again and onto the ground as he hears her words.

"I don't need your damn permission,"

Punishment. This was her right. This was what he deserved for the crimson that lay upon his hands. She reminds him of her, but harder, colder, and not as forgiving as her. Similar features, but he's not gonna let her see him breaking on the inside. Blood dripping down his nose and from his lips. A bruise that would form upon his face like a purple reminder that even he wouldn't forget it. All he could do was watch her as she spoke to him like her words were meant to change his mind or piss him off. As if she were trying to make him out as a monster who had taken everything. He had, but he wasn't a monster. Emberly Lowe's family deserved better than him, but they ended up with him.

He'd try to fill whatever hollow hole that laid in their hearts from Emberly.

Even if it meant it'd kill him.

"You already killed her,"

You deserve this.

"you really think you owe her anything still?"

Everything. He owes her everything.

He's alive because she died. He owes her the comfort that he family would at least be as okay as they can be. That's why he doesn't fight back. He doesn't move a muscle as he gives Clementa a bloody smile and lets himself break for a moment. A small tear threatening to fall from his eyes. All he does is stand tall like the man who deserved to be punished. Blows that would take some of the pain away from Clementa's heart. All he wanted was for them to remember her.

"I did. I killed her. I watched her fade away from us."

Brown eyes that lost the life in the light of the disappearing sun.

"That's why I owe her. I owe her because I'm alive. I owe her because I took everything from her."

He prepares for the blow that's to come, he's gonna let her hit him. He's gonna let the fists hit him. He's calm. He's as composed as a bleeding and tear eyed man can be. Emberly Lowe was more than he could ever be and that's why he's there. He's giving her the peace that she wanted. A peace that she asked for him to give her after death.

"Hit me all you want, but this isn't about you. It's about her. I owe you the right to try and find peace. If that means punching me until I black out, then do it."

Until the end.

"I'm sorry, but that's all I can give you. Forgive me or forget me, I don't care."

Don't forget her.

"Just make sure to remember her."