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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 1:44:18 GMT -8
Mac blinked at him, still on edge and angry and distressed, though more at every cat other than the one in front of him. "How the hell do you live like that?" he asked, not sure how much the question contradicted everything else.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 23, 2011 1:50:53 GMT -8
Brachen stared at him for a long moment. Everything went silent in his mind again...but this time it was a deadly silence- the calm before the storm that he knew all too well, but couldn't quite stop.
"Oh? I'm alive, am I? What the hell makes you think that I'm alive?" Brachen tilted his head. "What defines life? I've died so many times I can't even count them. I died the day the train crashed. I died a thousand little deaths with my aunt. Every time I kill, I die and am reborn again. Every time I look in those EYES you have, I die a little, it's how I know you're a good killer!"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 1:56:53 GMT -8
For a very long moment Macavity just stared at the other, ears flickering and having moved from a sprawled out position to a crouched one, ready to move if he had to, but not entirely expecting to do so. "What if I never wanted ta be a killer, and damnit, you like this around all the cats you train?"
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Post by qualapec on Jan 23, 2011 1:59:14 GMT -8
"Nah, just you." He sneered. "You have an honest face," he said with feigned sweetness, even though it was partly true. "And the others either left or died, ones in an asylum. I wonder why?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 2:04:56 GMT -8
Mac jerked back slightly, his back hitting the wall again. "Great. So 'lad ta know that's what I have ta look forward ta then." He took a breath, running a paw over his face. "And probably 'cause you were the one ta drive them insane?"
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Post by qualapec on Jan 23, 2011 2:09:26 GMT -8
Brachen moved before he could stop himself, living on pure predatory instinct and rage. He lunged and dropped in one breath, grabbing the hilt of one of his blades as he did so. He hit the other cat with the full force of his body, slamming into his chest and smashing him into the opposite wall. One paw laced in the other tom's hair, gripping the fur there and clawing at the skin beneath to keep his grip. He exposed his apprentice's neck, pressing the blade into the warm flesh there. He almost slit his throat...and just barely didn't.
"Yeah, I killed the one, too."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 2:12:44 GMT -8
When the other slammed him into the wall the air left in Mac's lungs was forced out, and he froze completely when he felt the knife against his throat, trying to take shallow breaths to try and reclaim any air he could without pressing the knife in farther. He raised his paws up slightly, eyes huge and deciding for once in his life to not say anything else provocative.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 23, 2011 2:19:14 GMT -8
Brachen was shaking. "Tell me, if I'm wrong and you have nothing to live for- if you've failed as miserably at your cause as I have mine- then what's to stop me from killing you right now?" He pressed it in harder, brought his face closer to the other cat's and wondered how pretty those eyes would look going dim.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 2:21:09 GMT -8
Mac tried to take another breath, or swallow and was trembling as well. "I... Brachen..."
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Post by qualapec on Jan 23, 2011 2:26:37 GMT -8
At the sound of his name, Brachen froze. He let up on the knife slightly, the only thing holding him where he was a sort of numbing horror at what he was doing.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 2:29:15 GMT -8
Macavity sucked in a deep breath, shifting against the wall. "Brachen," he repeated, voice a good deal softer.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 23, 2011 2:33:05 GMT -8
Brachen swallowed back...disgust. A roiling in his stomach as he realized that it was Mac who he was threatening, Mac who's throat he was holding a knife to, Mac who had only ever been good and kind to him...Mac...
Brachen dropped the knife with a dull clatter and staggered away, tripping over one of the upturned floorboards as he did so. When he landed on his back he crawled crab-style back to the other end of the room. God...had he just? Oh god, what had he done?
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 2:40:17 GMT -8
Giving himself a few moments to recover a little Mac took several deep breaths, his eyes closed. Finally, still shaking a little he opened them again, taking stock of Brachen and hesitating a moment before taking a step forward. "Are...?" Asking the other if he was alright was stupid and Mac managed not to do it, though he took another hesitant step forward. "Brachen," he said a third time.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 23, 2011 2:42:09 GMT -8
Brachen stayed against the wall, staring at Mac as if he was seeing him for the first time, shaking and hovering between a sputtered apology and running back to see if the cops were still there...
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 2:45:22 GMT -8
Mac looked him over and taking another breath knelt down in front of him. "Hey, Brachen, you okay?"
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