Post a Story

The Death of Mordecai Pt. 1

OldmanPiano
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (3 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)
Loading...

Consequence

 
 

Mordecai

 
Another storm is building above the heads in Consequence, and before long there is a downpour of heavy rains crashing against the ground. However once the pavement is alive with the tiny splashing motions, it would become apparent that it isn’t rain at all. It is blood, and it is everywhere. The entire city is subject to darkness and an unsettling chill, as the sun is blotted out entirely by the black thunderheads colliding above. The crimson rainfall continues harder and harder, no end in sight.
 
 
Matilda
 
 
Matilda is walking down the street at right about this moment, and she pulls out an umbrella from seemingly nowhere when the rains begin. It’s one of those little clear ones, so when the downpour actually gets going, it doesn’t take long for her to realize it’s blood, not rain. More than that, she can smell it. Looking up at the black clouds, she squints a moment before her eyes pop wide open in realization. “Oh shit… oh shit, oh shit-” Fumbling around, she reaches into her pocket, thank goodness she wore jeans today, and pulls out her tiny cell phone, flipping it open and punching in a number. “Come on, come on… Valerie? Hey, it’s Matilda. Listen… I think dad’s here. I need you to meet me at Blue Moon. Be safe. I fucking love you.” She hangs up again, tossing the umbrella aside. The blood droplets smack against her skin now, and she stands there a moment, taking it all in. Today is the day… war is coming. Then she turns and sprints for the tavern down the road, her shoes splashing in the blood the whole way there.
 
 
Valerie 
 
 
During this sudden storm, Valerie was in the middle of dealing with a very antsy dog. So she didn’t quite notice the blood as she was inside the cabin at the moment. As she finally got Teddy to calm down, Valerie felt her cellphone vibrating in the left back pocket of her jeans. There’s a soft grumble from the shifter as she pulled the phone out of her pocket to check who it was. When she noticed the missed call, Val checked her voicemail. “….” Son of a bitch. She shoved her phone back into it’s designated pocket then grabbed all her shit and headed out the door without a second thought. Red hood up, weapons all accounted for. So on and so forth. The woman didn’t even care that she was in the middle of a rain storm of blood. But it did get her to decide to ride her motorcycle to the tavern, going awfully fast. Today was the day… War was here.
 
 
Mordecai
 
Lightning has begun to sporadically launch itself from the storm, white bolts firing down into the streets, sending up sparks and small bits of debris. With the lightning and blood, the storm is probably already unsettling enough. But by the time Valerie and Matilda have made their rendevous at Blue Moon, it will have gotten worse. Before long, bodies begin to fall from the sky, the black clouds belching out hundreds of corpses. They would smack against buildings, pavement, one or two people maybe, but the bodies were not destroyed upon impact. On the contrary, several of them would get up immediately and start attacking people. They weren’t zombified or anything. These were more like feral Vampires, half-crazed and most of them naked. The city is filled with shrieking and screeching, but interestingly enough, not many of them are after the civilians. Instead a majority of the dead head straight for the tavern, drawn to the power of their true target, Matilda.
 
 
Matilda
 
Mat has prepared for this day. Pulling a table up near the bar, she climbs on top of it and reaches up into the rafters, pulling down a small handgun. She turns the pistol over in her hands, ejecting the clip and staring at the bullets for a moment. He always said she might need this to kill another Vampire some day. It just had to be him. Snapping the clip back in, Matilda also reaches up and grabs the extra two clips she’s hidden up there before she moves to the door, seeing a number of undead fighting their way up the street. No Mordecai, not that she could see yet, but he would come. She was here, he would have to. Raising the weapon, she opens fire, taking down one of the corpses with a single shot to the throat. She would have to conserve ammo. Those three clips are all she has, and at least one of them needs to be saved for her father. No way he goes down with just one bullet.
 
 
Valerie 
 
It wasn’t easy to maneuver past the lightning bolts once she made it out of the woods. But she managed just fine anyway. It only convinced her to go faster because the only thing on her mind was getting to Matilda before Mordecai would. By the time she’d parked and turned the engine off, Valerie was witnessing a couple of people getting attacked by what looked like feral Vampires. And as much as she wanted to help them, her first and only priority was her girlfriend. So she high tailed it into the Blue Moon. She pulled her hood down and looked around, searching for Matilda. Good, she was there. Valerie didn’t say hello just yet. Instead, she practically flew up the steps to go to the room she was frequently visiting these days only to return with at least ten clips of her own. Four of witch she handed to Matilda before she was replacing current clips in her two glocks with a clip each from upstairs. Then she was taking aim and firing at whatever may come through that door.
 
 
Mordecai
 
The initiate shot by Matilda flies backward, seizing around on the floor while clutching at its throat and wailing some unholy sound. The hole in its throat begins to glow and sizzle, the round of encased pure sunlight doing its work. Arcing its back, the undead snarled and gagged before its neck melted away, leaving its head to roll around on the floor. The same sort of thing happened to any of the Vampires, if either of the women hit them. It didn’t matter where they hit them, the burning holes in their bodies left them dead or damn close to it. But they just keep coming. Mordecai’s plan isn’t relying on the brute force and resiliency of his army, but rather the sheer number. One of two things was going to happen here, either he was going to run out of corpses, or they were going to run out of bullets. As the bodies still hadn’t finished falling from the storm, the latter was beginning to seem more likely.
 
 
Matilda
 
There is a sharp intake of breath from Matilda, a sound of relief as she sees Valerie enter. They had both made it through the streets. Now they just had to hold this ground until he got here. Peeking back around the door, Mat is greeted by a jump scare as one of the undead has reached the door, grabbing her and tackling her to the floor. The thing chomps at the air above her face, and she responds by jamming her gun in its mouth, blowing the back of its skull off. She rolls it off of her, sitting up just in time to kneecap another corpse that’s making a dash for the door. Getting to her feet, she straightens up and pops her already sore back, keeping her gun raised. “I was kinda hoping he wasn’t gonna use an army this time,” she says to Val, glancing at her a brief moment. “I really thought he’d want to kill me himself. What if he…?” But she doesn’t finish, just shakes her head and turns forward again. He was going to show. There is no way he would miss this.
 
 
Valerie
 
Valerie had a feeling that the combined clips weren’t going to be enough… Mordecai had an army. And clips only held so many bullets before you have to reload. If anything, they were probably going to run out of bullets before he ran out of ugly ass minions. But she kept firing both guns anyway, making sure /not/ to miss as much as possible. She listened to Matilda speak her concerns. Of course Mordecai wanted to kill Matilda himself. He told Val as much in his own way when he encountered her on his return. But again, Valerie wasn’t going to say anything in return. They both knew that Mordecai wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. She just hoped that in the end, he’d be the one to lose this fight. Even if he was technically cheating. >.>
 
 
Mordecai
 
More bolts fire down into the city, and more than a couple of times strike members of his own army. It would appear wasteful if not for the sheer number of them. At one point, a bizarre thing happens, a bolt of lightning strikes one of the still-falling corpses and lights it on fire. So a blazing vampire comes smashing through the doors, writhing around on the floor and shrieking before it is likely shot or stabbed. This is all starting to look less like a first wave, and a lot more like… a distraction. Behind the women, the floorboards have come alive. Thousands of black spiders with glowing red eyes tumble around, crawling over one another as they pile higher, higher. The pile forms a human shape, and slowly, defines itself with extremities and appendages. The spiders melt away, revealing Mordecai at last. He is gaunt, his face more sunken in than ever and his beautiful flowing hair now shaven and patchy. The goatee is longer, so there’s something. The now cultist-looking old Vampyrum steps forward, drawing a dagger and slicing it across his own palm.
 
 
Matilda
 
Another one of the undead gets into the tavern, knocking Matilda’s gun out of her hand and attempting to rip her arm off. Reaching down into her boot, she grabs out a little dagger with some strange runic markings on it. She stabs the Vampire right in the eye, watching it crumble to her feet. Sneering, she turns to pick up her gun, and that’s when she spots the spiders. Her skin prickles, the hairs on the back of her neck springing alive. She stands up slow, not turning fully to him as he comes out of the crawling mass. “Val…” Her lover’s name is a whisper, shaky and afraid. The gun in her hand is shaking, gods dammit, she was supposed to be prepared for this! But nothing was ever going to prepare her for him. Not dad, not as an enemy. “Valerie…” She brings herself to turn to him, her back to the tavern’s entrance as she raises the gun. From here she can put one between his eyes, and here she stands with her finger not even on the trigger.
 
 
Valerie
 
Valerie was rushing herself a bit, trying to keep from getting swarmed. It was difficult to pay attention to Matilda while they were being attacked by Mordecai’s army of undead, feral pricks. Right as Mordecai’s body was forming, she could smell it. His scent was hard to miss. She could also sense Matilda’s fear. The shifter placed one of her glocks back into a holster, only to place her now free hand on the hand that Matilda’s gun was being held with. As afraid as Valerie truly was, she had to put on a brave face for Mati. Keep calm. “I know…” She muttered as she too turned around to face Mordecai, pulling the gun back out of it’s holster and pointing them both at Mordecai. She didn’t want to kill him. But… it was the only way to stop Mordecai. Unlike Matilda, however, she had her fingers on the trigger of both her glocks.
 
 
Mordecai
 
As he cuts his own skin open, Mordecai’s pitch black blood seeps from the wound, bits of it sizzling as it plops against the floor. Most of it, however, oozes out from his hand, into the air rather than toward the floor. After a moment it solidifies, taking the shape of a rather reaching greatsword. Just as Valerie reaches to pull her other gun again, Mordecai slashes the sword through the air, the heavy black blade cleaving down through the air right between Matilda’s feet, digging a landing spot in the wooden floor. It seems like nothing has happened at first, then Matilda’s gun splits in half, the clip falling uselessly to the floor. The old bat sticks his foot out before his daughter can react, kicking Matilda backwards out the door and into the Vampire horde, before turning one his planted foot and pulling his sword out of the ground, swinging it at Valerie next.
 
 
Matilda
 
Matilda lowers the gun when Valerie puts her hand on it, figuring Valerie can do this hard part for her. But suddenly her father is armed, and she raises the gun again just barely too slow, and it is cloven in half. As the clip of sunlight rounds falls to her feet, Mat’s mouth opens up in a little shocked o shape before Mordecai kicks her in the gut, knocking her out of the tavern. The Vampires pounce, dog piling onto the tiny woman before she has a chance to react. One of them digs its fangs into her shoulder and she gives a resounding cry as she returns the favor, stabbing it in the throat with her dagger. She begins to carve her way out of the army, stabbing any that were on her and still moving. She had to get back inside before Mordecai really does take everything away from her…
 
 
Valerie
 
Valerie stood there in silence, staring at the now very useless gun on the floor. She should’ve known it wouldn’t be easy to kill Mordecai. She should’ve known it wouldn’t be hard for him to destroy a gun with his blood-made sword. When Matilda was kicked back and out into the horde of Vampires, the shifter moved to try to go after her, only to be stopped by a swinging sword. To which Valerie tucked and rolled away from before pulling out her own sword. It was different from her machetes. This sword was long, double edged, and had runes going down the blade. She’d never been spotted with a sword like this before. Not around here anyway. As Valerie stood, she hesitated. Listening for a sign that the woman she loved was still alive. And when she got that sign, she was heading towards Mordecai, sword gripped rather tightly with both hands as she swung it towards him.
 
 
Mordecai
 
Mordecai tilts himself backwards, the very tip of Valerie’s sword slicing into the skin of his nose. More black blood bubbles out of the tiny wound, and his face wrinkles up in annoyance. Runic weapons always seem to have at least some effect on him. Whatever magic the weapon is blessed or cursed with, it’s probably as old as he is. Snarling, he swings the great sword again, parrying her sword and trying to pin it to the floor. This put the two former friends in pretty close proximity to each other, and Mordecai’s mouth abruptly splits open at the cheeks, stretching wide as a void filled with cruel, razor sharp teeth. Just a foot or so from Val’s face, she can probably smell the death in his breath, and the jaws close about a centimeter from her face. Leaning closer, he opens them again for a second try. This is just some monster now, hellbent on devouring both of them and moving on. Whatever he is, they likely have no chance left to get through to him.
 
 
Matilda
 
With vampires still clinging to her back and legs, the super-strong girl drags herself and a chunk of attackers back into the tavern. Just as Mordecai goes to bite Valerie’s head off, Mat grabs the edge of the void-y mouth, her fingers sliced instantly by the sharp teeth. Flinching in pain, she persists, prying the monster’s maw as far away from Val as possible. She then grabs one of the other vampires around the neck, driving its face into Mordecai’s mouth. “Bite this!” As the vampire gets caught in the chasm of endless pointy things, Matilda starts repeatedly punching her father in the back of the skull, trying to bring him down to the floor so Valerie could cut his fucking head off already.
 
Valerie
 
If she were going to have any success at keeping Mordecai back, it wasn’t going to be with her old machetes. A sword with runes was her best bet. She knew that Matilda should be the one to kill him. But right now Mati wasn’t in there with them. Right now, she was out there trying to survive the horde that Mordecai kicked her into the middle of. Valerie almost lost her grip on the sword as he parried it, clearly unaccustomed to the weight of a sword like this. With the blade in the floor, she was met with the smell of death coming from a very nasty void with razor-like teeth within the old man’s mouth. She visibly cringed at the scent while leaning back. Seconds before she could do anything, Matilda was in her line of sight and keeping Mordecai at bay. Valerie finally yanked her sword out from the floorboards and swung it forward, aiming to cut his head clean off his shoulders with a swift motion. This was a matter of life or death for the two woman. If she hesitated before killing him, it would surely be the end for Valerie.
 
 
Mordecai
 
The old Vampyrum is momentarily confused as one of his own initiates is shoved into his maw, but he still chews its head clean off. This means the body falls away just in time for Valerie to have a clean shot. Her blade cuts into his skin, drawing a bit more blood, but doesn’t even make it an inch. His hand as come up and he’s caught the blade at the last possible second. His palm is sliced open and bleeding much more freely, but as his face closes up and returns to normal, he gets to his feet, pushing the blade back toward Valerie. Meanwhile Matilda’s punches don’t go unnoticed, as Mordecai swings his free hand back, dropping his great sword and clobbering her with a backhand.
 
 
Matilda
 
She is discarded in an instant, falling away as another handful of vampires swarms into the tavern, tackling her and dragging her to the floor. She can see the thing that used to be her dad, forcing that sword back toward Valerie. The girl begins breathing more frantically, hyperventilating as she tries to break out of the horde. Stabbing wildly at the undead crowding her, she reaches a free hand out to Valerie, afraid for the shifter’s life for the first time since the fight started. Then, through the pile of bodies, her eyes find something else… the great sword her dropped…
 
 
Valerie
 
Valerie stared at Mordecai as he caught the blade with no trouble at all, confused and a bit in shock that it didn’t work as well as it should’ve. Damn it. That’s what she gets for not having practiced with this sword for a longer period of time. It wasn’t entirely her fault. Mordecai was fast. She took a few steps back as the blade was pushed towards her, racking her brain about how the sword didn’t go all the way through. When Matilda was grabbed, her first instinct was to go to her. Especially when she saw the outstretched hand. However, she took notice of the great sword on the floor as well, and moved her attention to Mordecai. There was no talking to him. So instead, she pulled the trigger of one of her guns, aiming for his limbs mainly as if to distract him while she began to move forward to get closer to Mordecai again. No hesitations. Just keep firing. The sword she had had been returned to it’s sheath as she fired and soon enough she was firing both her guns towards him. As afraid as she was, fear was a demon. She couldn’t let it show.
 
 
Mordecai
 
The blade is nearly embedded in Valerie’s chest and neck before the guns go off, and he does actually back off for a moment. The bullets are doing considerable damage to his limbs and torso, but it seems like his mind just isn’t comprehending how much he should be losing right now. Holding up a hand, Mordecai deflects two more rounds and reaches out, clutching out toward Valerie’s throat. His longe fingernails just barely scrape against her skin, and his snarling deepens. If he can just kill one of them, both of them will fall.
 
 
Matilda
 
Throwing two more vampires off of her, Matilda flings her entire body weight across the floor, tearing herself out of the pile of undead and grabbing Mordecai’s sword with both hands. She rolls over, swinging the thing with great effort and lopping the heads off of three vampires at once. Panting, she gets back to her feet and screams a primal cry, swinging the sword right down at the back of her father’s head. “Just DIE!!!”
 
 
Mordecai
 
He immediately turns away from Valerie, leaving her throat intact and reaching out. His sword comes full stop as soon as it touches his skin, not even cutting into it like Valerie’s did. “I already have,” comes that quiet, raspy voice, and Mordecai’s face hardens. Ripping the weapon from his daughter’s hands, Mordecai shoves her back a few feet, swinging the sword and VERY suddenly cleaving Matilda’s left arm right off of her body.
 
 
Matilda
 
There’s that shocked look again, but it’s much more contorted and painful this time around. Her primal scream turns to a strangled cry, and she falls over backwards onto the floor. Blood pops from her mouth and spews from the wound where her arm used do be. “Guh…” Unable to process what had just happened at first, she finally looks up at Mordecai, clutching the bloody stump protruding from her torso and coughing a little. “N… Now, Valerie!”
 
 
 
Valerie
 
Valerie was lucky to have only been barely cut by the blade of her own sword because of Mordecai. She kept up that barrage of bullets until Mordecai deflected a couple and reached out to grab her throat. The shifter felt his nails graze her throat. Sharp as claws, they seemed. All she truly cared about right now was making sure Matilda lived through this. Even if it meant her own death. But before Mordecai could do anything Mati got his attention as she swung her father’s blade down towards the back of his head. Valerie, in the mean time was catching her breath. So much movement… The sight of Matilda’s arm being taken right off her body caused Valerie to hesitate. A moment like that was not something she expected to see. Not something she wanted to see. But it happened anyway. It took Valerie a moment, because just like Mati, she was in shock at what just happened. But the shifter took her sword and aimed for Mordecai’s back, a straight shot through his gut. She twisted it, then yanked it out just as swiftly as she’d lunged the blade through. Normally, at a time like this, Valerie would say something. She would tell him his fight was over. But she was far more concerned about her girlfriend than anything right now.
 
 
Mordecai
 
The last of the Vampyrum stands over his daughter, malicious intent in those colorless hues, but behind it, a silent something else… With a squelch of flesh, Valerie’s sword punches through his gut, and he tosses his head back, roaring in pain. The sound is definitely unlike any he’s ever made before. When Valerie pulls her blade free, he falls to his knees with a heavy thud, the ground almost seeming to shake with the impact. There’s too much power in this body, and he’s never been more unable to control it. So most of it seems to be pent up, unused at all, and this has worked in favor of the women. There’s a gaping hole in his torso, and just as Matilda likely guessed… he isn’t healing. The power stored inside of him isn’t new… it’s old. And isn’t working for his body anymore.
 
 
Matilda
 
Rolling over onto her stomach, Matilda reaches out and snatches up the clip from her gun. She breaks it apart, picking up the entire payload of sunlight rounds and clutching them in her fist. She crawls, dragging herself up onto her knees just in front of Mordecai. Blood drips from her frowning mouth, her face has never shown such pain. And that was what is was ALWAYS showing. But now, she’s looking at her father, one she had grown to love more than anything, and she knows he has to die. That she has to kill him. “This… this really fucking sucks, dad.” She says this through shaky breath, tears rolling down her bloody, dirty cheeks. She doesn’t even know if he can hear it, if he understands, but she says it anyway. “Please… find some peace after this.” And she draws back that one fist she has left, punching the handful of bullets right into the wound under his chest. She opens her hand inside his stomach, crying into his shoulder as she crushes the bullets, releasing the UV energy in his body. She screams in pain as the skin up her arm flares to life with fire, burning it’s way halfway across her face. Still she clutches Mordecai as it burns her, not daring to let go as he dies. Even after all this, she won’t leave him.
 
 
Valerie
 
Valerie watched as Mordecai fell to his knees, dropping her sword as she took a good long look at the large hole in his chest. He wasn’t healing… That was good. Whatever that power was inside him, it was too much for him now. This worked out for Mati and her. As great as it was that Mordecai wasn’t healing, it still hurt Valerie to see a man that she had considered family for so long to look this way… She took deep and heavy breaths, that algae colored gaze of hers slowly traveling from Mordecai to Matilda as she dragged herself to Mordecai and got up on her knees. Valerie was paying more attention to what had been done to Matilda than to what Matilda was doing to Morde at the current moment. The shifter didn’t realize it yet, but she was crying too. With the brightness of the energy being released into Morde’s body, Valerie covered her eyes with a forearm as she stood there and just…waited.
 
 
Mordecai
 
After the flare has resonated from his body, Mordecai groans, a more human sound coming from him as the fire dies down for both of them. He can feel it. The ammunition in his body is slowly working its magic, slowly killing him. Perhaps too slowly. He straightens a bit and looks forward, past his half-burnt, half-butchered child. His mouth hangs a bit open, and there is a little glimmer of light coming from back in his throat. He’s done for, but there is strength still in him, for what needs to be done. Unbeknownst to either Matilda or Valerie, that was no longer the same agenda. “M…Mattie.” He looks down at her, cupping her little burnt face in his bloody hands. Typical Mordecai, only overcoming his evil when he’s been mortally wounded. “You did… so good. I’ve never-” he coughs up a bit of blood that drips down into his goatee a bit, but he continues. “-never been more proud. Of either of you.” He makes a half-attempt at turning his upper body to look at Valerie behind him, giving a very weak smile as he holds out a hand for her to take. Meanwhile, every single one of the undead legion has crumbled to dust after Mordecai had been stabbed and then immediately sun-punched. So it was just the three of them, and he no longer seemed like much of a threat. Still, that was entirely up to Valerie’s trust levels.
 
 
Matilda
 
Matilda meanwhile is hardly moving, but is definitely breathing. She can’t even lift her badly-charred face to look up at either of them, save for when he puts her head in his hands to look at her. If he chose to snap her little twig neck right now, she’d be powerless to stop him. But he’s just looking at her, even smiling, and for a minute, she can see her dad.
 
 
Valerie
 
Valerie lowered her arm at the sound of Mordecai’s voice. The voice of the man she’d grown to care so much for. Was that really him? Her trust issues hardly even mattered in that moment as Valerie took Mordecai’s hand with no hesitation and knelt down so that they were all on the same level now. “I’m so sorry.” He may have been proud, but Valerie hated herself right now. This isn’t what she had expected to happen all those years ago when she and Mordecai had just met.
 
 
 
Mordecai
 
While he doesn’t want to take away from her words, the second Valerie touches the Vampyrum’s hand, he puts an arm around Matilda and the storm that’s still overhead gives one last rumble. A bolt of lightning arcs through the doorway of the tavern, striking Mordecai and vaporizing all three of them. They weren’t disintegrated, only pulled into the storm as a means of transportation. Once the three of them had vanished, the storm clouds break apart, allowing sunlight to flood over the city once again.
 
 
Otherverse
 
 
 
Mordecai
 
The thunderous storm reappears worlds away, in the skies above Avdain. This is the world Mordecai and Valerie had traveled to, the ancient home world of the Vampyrum, in a different timeline where it had not been wiped out. This was where he had hidden Oliver before Valerie had killed him, meaning they are not just in another system… they are in another reality. They appear in the fields of long, wind-stricken grass just as they had been at the taver: Valerie is still standing, Mordecai and Matilda still grounded. With a sharp intake of breath, Mordecai finally pushes himself away from his daughter, the energy used to bring them here nearly killing him on the spot. But he has to hold on. He has to tell them why they are here, and more importantly, how they can get back.
 
 
Matilda
 
Matilda chooses to stay on her knees, despite the wooden floor a moment ago now being replaced with a bunch of grass and gravel. She’s just too tired, too weak to move right now, so she’ll save what energy she has left for when she needs it. She looks around softly, not able to move her neck much. But she can see a treeline, some clean, untouched forestry. And the mountains in the far distance are high, with sharp, pointed peaks that from here, look like they reach up into space! Between them and those mountains, she can make out a cabin further out in the field that they’re in. She says nothing through all this observation. Mordecai will explain. He always does.
 
 
Valerie
 
Valerie was on her knees the moment they were transported elsewhere. She didn’t want to stand anymore. Honestly, all she wanted to do was cry. But the shifter wiped away whatever tears were left and took a deep breath. He wasn’t dead yet. Val recognized this place right away. She remembered killing Oliver as if she’d done it just the day before. Valerie never forgot the face of someone she killed… Which is probably one reason why her nightmares were never ending. Val didn’t bother to look around much. She just sat there in silence, waiting for Mordecai to explain why he’d brought them there. She hadn’t let go of his hand. In fact, she might’ve squeezed it a bit. Val didn’t want to let go.
 
 
Mordecai
 
“This place… this place was ravaged once by our kind,” he says to Matilda, sitting there between the women. He doesn’t let go of Valerie’s hand either as he keeps talking. Meanwhile, the wound in his stomach has also begun to glow, and every now and then he pauses to wince, or just catch his breath some. “It was beautiful once, and we uglied it with our evil. Still… it wasn’t like that always. There was a time before us, a time after us… even a time during. In another world.” Resting his other hand on Matilda’s shoulder, he nods toward the cabin, making sure Valerie sees it too. “I have an evil in me I would never be rid of. I have to keep you safe. Both of you.” Seemingly speaking past his urge to kill them both, which is still present but taking a backseat, he clenches Val’s hand again. “This place should be yours. You two don’t deserve to be scared for one another’s lives forever. Take this, my last… my last chance at helping you both have some kind of life.”
 
 
Matilda
 
She was silently bewildered. They’d gone from tearing at each other and literally cutting each other to pieces, to having last words and handing over planets with personal houses on them. Of all the days she’s been un-alive, this was a strange one. Still, she reaches up with that one remaining hand and grasps one of his fingers, squeezing it as a quiet thanks to him. It would be nice, not having to suffer every day of their lives together in fear of the rest of the population. People suck, let them live as secluded as they’ve always wanted to. It’s a good last effort from him, but it lets her know he’s himself again… here at the end of his un-life.
 
 
Valerie
 
To be completely honest, she welcomed this sudden change from trying to kill each other to just talking somewhere completely different from where they just were… Valerie couldn’t remember seeing that cabin the last time. Maybe she’d overlooked it before… As he spoke about the place, Valerie could honestly imagine a life here. But… a life without constant battles was hard for her. She was, after all, a warrior. And what was a warrior without a war? She did want a normal life. Valerie always thought about having one. What it would be like not to have to worry about someone she cared about being killed. Something peaceful… If it meant she’d have to leave Consequence to do it, Valerie was willing to live somewhere else. She really was. All Val wanted was for Matilda to be happy. And let’s face it… they both needed a break from the constant death and destruction that Consequence offered to all who lived there. The shifter looked between Matilda and Mordecai. They looked like shit. Valerie was…barely touched. How, she couldn’t understand. But she was. “Morde, I…” Valerie’s voice cracked and she lifted her free hand to wipe at her eyes as she was unable to finish that sentence. She wished things didn’t have to end like this.
 
 
Mordecai
 
Things did have to end like this. They always do. He looks at Valerie as she breaks down, finally able to see his friend again. If it was going to end, he would rather it be as this then as enemies. “There’s just… no normal life with me. Something has to change. Something… has to go.” He drags a thumb across the back of Valerie’s hand like he always did when trying to console her during a hard time. He lays back against Matilda, putting his head in her lap and looking up at her. “You’re even beautiful when you’re upside down,” he says, reaching up with his free hand and stroking her unburnt cheek. “You get that from me. There’s not a single piece of your mother in you. Never forget that.” It was important Mordecai leave an impression in his last moments, to make sure she never went down the darker path like Emeline did, or even himself, he had to admit. “Both of your parents were complete fuck-ups… but you’re stronger than both of us. Better.” He looks at Valerie, his eyes telling her that she would play a pivotal role in keeping his daughter on that right path. “It is what it is, and it… it was always going to be this.” Squeezing her hand, he looks up at Matilda again. Such a beautiful child. “…Okay… I’m ready… End it.”
 
 
Matilda
 
His simplicity is killing her. Hearing her father tell her to end him like he is nothing has her chest heaving. She wants to cry more, but he’s asked her to end his suffering, more importantly than that, his evil. There’s just no normal life with him. Good or no, he would always be a wild card that could ruin the lives they build. They can’t risk that, and all three of them know it. Looking up at her Valerie’s face, Mat’s cheeks are once against stricken with rolling tears, but she keeps looking at her. She doesn’t look away, even when she reaches back with that one remaining hand, picking up her runic dagger. Even as she reaches around Mordecai’s neck, taking a moment to squeeze her arm around his head. One last hug, for the road. And the hardened woman continues still to look into Valerie’s eyes as she draws the blade across his throat, slitting him open from ear to ear. Her shoulders shake with the incoming sobs, and she holds back nothing more.
    0 Comments

    Leave a reply

    74 Views
    © RolePages / PebbleArt Inc. 2017

    Log in with your credentials

    or    

    Forgot your details?

    Create Account

    Skip to toolbar