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Private I've Wept for Those Who Suffered Long

Discussion in 'Misty Hollow' started by Johnny Blaze, Jan 13, 2018.

  1. Johnny Blaze

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    December 6th-Year 7
    @Lift

    The entire day had been a fucking cluster fuck. Starting with Lift innocently coming around to visit in the usual way. Ending with her Foster showing up to try to kill him, and Lift learning the hard way that just cause demons could tell the truth didn’t mean it was a truth yah wanted to hear.

    Johnny’s back still hurt, the very middle hard-to-reach place, where the shotgun had almost ended his life and caused a whole host of other issues. When he thought of how damn close that shot had been, he felt the hairs stand up on the back of his arms.

    He couldn’t even reach it. He didn’t want to ask Berelain to put some aloe vera on it for him, that might bring up questions why he had a burn mark the shape of a shotgun barrel on his back. He’d tried to put an ice pack on there by shimming it between the couch and his back but no dice.

    He took some Advil, bundled up, and picked up a fingerless glove Lift had dropped in the warehouse once upon a time. Then whistling to his dog, Anne, he went out into the darkness of the woods, flashlight lighting up the creepiness of the way.

    ”Okay Anne-girlie.” He cooed, ignoring the burn of his back for the creepiness of the forest. Lift hadn’t come back, after she rushed off. And with temperatures nearing freezing tonight, it didn’t sit right for the girl to stay out here with nowhere to go. He’d have to find her, as much as he wanted to simply go home and keep trying with the ice pack.

    He reached down to the blue tick blood hound, letting her sniff at the glove. Then like a true hunting dog, her nose was down in the snow, sniffling about for a moment. Any other hound dog wouldn’t be able to pick up on such a cold scent. But a blue tick was a cold-nose dog: could track a scent even the coldest. Never thought it would be so damn useful.

    After a moment, Anne let out a whine and a baying howl, rushing off to the east of the forest with Johnny running after her. Well if she picked up a scent that was good. He was afraid this would be a dead end, and he’d have to wander around the forest calling out her name like an idiot.

    Finally, after a moment of running (where Johnny was wheezing like an old man), Anne came to a tree, jumping up on the truck and pawing at the bark. Letting out several howling bays up at the occupant above. Johnny, panting by this point, lifting the flashlight up, expecting to see a coon or something and tell Anne off, dozy dog….

    Instead: seeing Lift curled up above on a limb.

    ”Ah…. Ha…. Ah…..” Johnny panted, putting his hands on his knees for a moment. Anne getting off the tree to come over and lick at his hair, as if saying ‘look I did it treat?’. ”Good…. Girl….” He pushed Anne away carefully, turning his attention back to Lift.

    ”Hey…. Uh…. Hey Lift….”

    Now he was here he really wasn’t quite sure what to say. What could he say? Sorry my inner demon fucked up a perfectly good Foster relationship?! Jesus…..
     
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    Lift sped through the forest, her whole body Slick with the frozen ground sliding below her and the equally frigid air gliding over her form. In her state, blinking back tears, it was difficult to focus, difficult to keep her balance, and she stumbled several times as she caught her feet on rocks hidden beneath the snow, or jumped over roots jutting out of the ground only to slip and fall when she landed. A few times, she skinned her knees and the heels of her palms when she fell, though the little wounds healed just as quickly as her split knuckles had.

    She tried not to think about what had just happened. She didn't know what to do with the knowledge that someone she had come to care for and trust more than she had anyone else in years had... had lied to her, and manipulated her into thinking he was a better person than he was. It was just proof, as far as she could see.

    Proof that people weren't to be trusted, ever.

    The only one she could ever trust again was herself. That was the only thing she was certain of as she slid through the forest, until her bare feet became so cold and numb that she knew she had to stop and get out of the snow. She climbed up the nearest tree, picking her way easily up the trunk until she reached the highest branches what looked strong enough to hold her weight. Shoving snow off one of 'em, she sat down on it, with her back against the trunk, curling up and wrapping her arms around her in some feeble attempt at warmth.

    Wyndle wasn't around. She'd sent him away while she'd still been trying to get far away from the garage, unable to take his attempts at making her feel better. She just wanted to be alone. Probably, the spren was just on the next tree over, but she couldn't see him, and that was what mattered. For once she was just by herself.

    It was there, up in that tree, all alone, that she started crying without reservation, her arms folded on top of her knees and her face buried against her arms. It started snowing again while she curled up there and cried, the white flakes swirling around her and settling in her dark hair and on her clothes, making it feel like her tears might just freeze on her cheeks.

    She was just so stupid. Stupid for trusting anyone, stupid for trusting someone who called himself Reaper. How did she not see him for a liar in the first place?

    Stupid, stupid, stupid.

    Lift didn't know how long had passed as she cried and cried, before she heard an animal making noises down below. She had a moment's fear that it might be a predator, but she decided she was probably safe so far up in the branches. When she heard a voice calling for her, however, she started, lifting her head with her tears still shimmering on her cheeks, and peering down from her perch at the shape of Johnny looking up at her.

    “Go away,” she said loudly, pulling herself back into a ball. She didn't wanna see him any more than she wanted to see Reaper. His stupid bundle of burning bones had ruined everything, and for all she knew, Johnny had been egging the cremling on where Lift couldn't hear.

    No one except herself could be trusted.


     
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    Johnny felt his heart break into little pieces, wincing as the girl snapped for him to go away. Well: he wasn’t about to go marching back to his house with her out here all alone. Not with it 9 degrees and dropping. With him all bundled up but her about to freeze out here. He’d sooner strip down to his skivvies and put her in all his layers so she’d have a fighting chance.

    He walked up to the tree, placing a hand on the bark as his flashlight went up to the tree limbs above him. Anne took a seat next to him in the snow, taking a leg and scratching at her ear cheerfully, oblivious to the human drama that occurred around her.

    ”….. I’m sorry, Lift.” He told her, fighting to urge to cry like a big baby. ”Z shouldn’ have said those things. He should have kept you out of it, and I should have made more o’ an effort to stop him. That fight with Reyes-… Reaper was just between us three. You shouldn’t have been included in that mess, baby girl.”

    Jesus Christ, he hadn’t even done anything and he felt like shit. Meanwhile Zarathos, the self-satisfied prick, was all too happy with the damage he’d done. Reaper had run off with his tail between his legs. And here Johnny was, in the middle of the forest late at evening, freezing his ass off, unable to leave the girl out here alone. No damn way could he do such a thing.

    ”I can’t really do much more than apologize.” He admitted after a moment, shuffling his feet, ”I’m kinda a crap friend like that. Too old an’ too stupid……” He looked back up in the tree, smiling that awkward smile when he wasn’t quite sure what else to say. ”How ‘bout you stay at my place. Just til it gets warmer or…. Yah figure out something another friend yah like better.” He winced at that, not exactly greatest five star accommodations. ”I just…. Lift it’s gonna get below zero tonight. Yah can’t stay out here, ya’ll get sick….”

    Better with someone she might now hate forever than out here freezing to death.
     
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    He didn't go away. She wished he would. It was his fault just as much as it was his buddy's, and same as it was Reaper's. She kinda wished that she just hadn't found out the truth at all and had just stayed stupidly in the dark, even though that was a dumb thing to want. Better she knew the truth, but she didn't feel that way. She just wished she had no idea, and it was all Johnny and Fire-Bones' fault that she knew. Maybe the latter's more than Johnny's, but really, she didn't understand where one started and the other ended. Nor did she really storming care neither.

    “I ain't a storming baby,” she snapped, curling up tighter into her protective ball. Storms, but she hated it when people tried to point out that she was young, that she was still a kid. She'd gone through way more than most people did as adults, so she might as well be a storming adult herself. 'Specially when the Nightwatcher had lied about making her not age anymore. “I'm...” She paused, before shutting her mouth with a click of teeth. She didn't storming know how old she was anymore. “I just ain't no baby girl, right?”

    She fell silent when he suggested that she stay with him because it was getting too cold out in the forest. And it was - she was freezing, shivering violently where she sat perched up on that branch, snow settling all over her hair, her shoulders and her arms. He was talking crem about himself too and making her feel bad for not wanting him there, but she couldn't help it. She didn't wanna be near anyone. Not after that. If Reaper turned out to be a complete cremling, what was to say that Johnny wasn't neither?

    'Cause sure, he'd said his skeleton buddy only went about bad guys, but.... well, that was exactly what Reaper had said too.

    “I don't wanna go anywhere,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “Good here. I stayed out in cold before, I don't give a crem.” Better to stay alone than with people she couldn't trust, right? She'd made that mistake before.


     
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    Johnny winced as Lift snapped at him, insisting she wasn’t a ‘baby’, and once again forgetting this wasn’t America or Texas. People didn’t know when things were supposed to just be phrases and not insults. He shook his head wildly as she grumbled about it: ”Naw honey….. it ain’t what it means. ‘Baby girl’ is a phrase it…..” He gestured helplessly, already feeling flustered and uncomfortable, ”It’s used when someone’s hurtin’…. An’ yah don’t know how to fix it. Yah just feel sad for ‘em.” Even as he said this, tears glittered in his eyes. And he had to stop himself from crying like a big sop. And he wasn’t sad for himself, no he was sad for Lift.

    And there was not thing one he could do about it. Well: except maybe make sure that his own stupidity wouldn’t make her freeze to death.

    When she insisted that no, she’d be staying up in that tree and there was not thing one he could do about it, he let out a soft sigh. He looked around, he couldn’t leave her out here. He couldn’t just…. Fucking go home and accept that she’d be out here freezing. He’d rather freeze out here too…. So that was what he was going to do.

    ”Okay Lift.” He stated, brushing off the snow at the base of the tree she was holed up in, then turning and sitting with his back braced on the trunk. He let out a soft whistle, Anne trotting over at his call. The dog laid herself up against him, laying half her body on his lap even as he unzipped his coat and draped it over her. No need for Anne to suffer due to her owner’s stupidity.

    ”…. Let me know if you get cold up there. I can try to start a fire later on.” He informed her softly, before falling silent with a soft cough into his arm. His fingers went to rub at Anne’s ears, hearing her sigh softly. With their combined body heat they’d be fine, and he wouldn’t feel like a peace of total shit.

    Still: if Lift held out til morning it was going to be a long and freezing cold night.
     
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