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Discussion in 'Morhall' started by Bellamy Blake, Nov 26, 2017.

  1. Bellamy Blake

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    That plan of his could have gone worse still. Blake was alive and that was a failure for Bellamy in and of itself. But the rest of them had gotten out of there alive, too, and he couldn’t ask for anything more than that, not when they’d been in the level of danger they’d been in. They were lucky. They all were.

    Feeling The Governor release him, Bellamy did the same, scowling at him as he scrambled back to his feet again, taking a couple of steps back to place some distance between them. He was still on his toes all the same, but he knew he was at a natural disadvantage here. He needed an out that didn’t get him killed.

    He thought they were still dead, though, which hadn’t sunken in for Bellamy until that very moment. There was a flicker of something across his face, something akin to surprise, but it was gone all the same, replaced instead with a look of pure hatred. Characteristic for the moment, because like hell was he gonna inform the enemy that the people he loved were still alive.

    “Turned my back?! You did that. Ninety percent of the people in that community didn’t sign up for the shit you pulled back there. Kidnapping people? Making them fight each other for sport? They’re people,” he ground out, and those were words he believed now. There had been a time he hadn’t, there had been a time Philip Blake had put other thoughts in his head, thoughts that made them seem somehow superior to people who weren’t human.

    The humans had been the monsters of that story.



     
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    He narrowed his one good eye at Bellamy, noticing somethin’ flicker across his face like a light, then it was absent, replaced by unadulterated hatred. The Governor had recorded that moment, would file it away in his memory, dwell on it when he was alone with his thoughts.

    “Creatures in the fights,” he said. “They were threats to our community. I kept our people safe from ‘em. I turned ‘em into sideshows, so our people wouldn’t have to live the rest of their lives scared of ‘em. Gave people an opportunity to blow off steam. An opportunity to learn how to defend themselves from ‘em.”

    He turned his head, jerking his chin at the crumbling cliff side that’d provided ‘em with a crude exit. A stream of snake folk were slithering down the cliff towards ‘em, their scales scraping shrilly against stone and sun baked dirt. They glared with black, beady eyes at ‘em, their forked tongues flicking out between needle thin, needle sharp fangs.

    Philip bent and snatched up a jagged rock, one of the snake folk lunging towards him. He slammed it down on top of its skull, practically driving its human head into its long, long snake neck. Baring his teeth, he beat it into a red raw pulp with the rock.

    “Y'remember I used creatures like these in the fights?” he called out to sonny boy, his voice rough and pinched from exertion. He smashed the sticky, gore slimed rock into the face of another snake folk, blood and bone matter pattering to the ground. “Creatures that were crazier looking than these things. More violent. You class ‘em all as people too, hmm?”


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    “People were afraid of them because you taught them to be afraid of them,” he shot back, but he had to tear his gaze away from the other man, following his attention toward the cliffside above, watching those snake people slithering their way down. Shit. The two men burst into action immediately, one of the creatures throwing itself at him. Bellamy promptly caught it in his hand, swinging his face out of the way of its thrashing teeth and then throwing it to the ground where he could smash his foot over its skull, hearing that sickly crack.

    He could hear Blake calling out to him, trying to compare what was happening now to had been happening in Providence. That was laughable. This was self-fucking-defense, and what had happened back there was something entire different. And entirely new monster, and his name was Philip Blake.

    Stumbling backward as another one came at him, Bellamy swung his hand at it, sending it crashing into the cliffside. “You know this isn’t the same thing, you--” We. He’d done it, too. He’d been there with him. “You broke into homes, you murdered them when they couldn’t defend themselves. You killed children.”



     
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    The Governor dodged a bite from one of the snake men, seizing it by the back of its skull. He slammed its face against sun baked earth and crumbling rock, repeating the action over and over until it had a smashed red gourd on top of that snake neck.

    “They would’ve grown up into animals... Into monsters eventually,” he told Bellamy matter-of-factly, casting aside the limp snake creature as though it was a length of broken power cord. “I took ‘em out before they could hurt anybody. Before they could kill.”

    A group of snake folk were tryin’ to surround ‘em, their slender needle fangs gleaming wickedly in the light, saliva, maybe venom dripping from the sharp tips. Damn. There were too many of 'em to beat into the ground. They had to beat a retreat instead.

    Philip gave sonny boy a pointed look, then burst into a sprint, following the only path in the dry, stony area. He could’ve switched to cat, left Bellamy and the snakes eating his dust, but he still hadn’t given up on the idea of taking him back with him, torturing him slow, without end.


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    There was a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, partly because of the number of these things and partly because of Blake's words and how much he seemed to genuinely believe him. Bellamy had to wonder just how he'd ended up so fucked up, how people like this actually existed in the world. Maybe the same could have been said about him at one point in time, but even then he'd come back from it. He liked to think he was redeemable, but the man across from him now? There was no way in hell. There was nothing he deserved in the world that wasn't death, as far as he was concerned.

    Logically, though, that was stupid. After all, there was just as much a chance Pandora could've scooped him right back up from whatever shit hole he'd crawled out of and dropped him right back into the world to wreak some more havoc, and none of them would have seen it coming then. The world would have been better off seeing him locked up. Really locked up, not that sorry excuse for a prison he'd been put in before. A lot of good that had done.

    They couldn't stick around. Not that Bellamy gave a single shit if The Governor decided to stick it out, but it was clear that he had no intention to whatsoever, judging by that pointed look he gave in. Bellamy didn't waste any time at all, taking off after him, hearing the tell tale sound of the snake creatures right on their tales. They ran and they never stopped, following the path with no idea of where it may lead. To some semblance of safety, they would hope, but with the pair of them together, there would never find true safety. Only when the sound of those slithers and hisses died away behind them did Bellamy suddenly send his already aching body violently into the man at his side, ramming him into rough, ragged stone behind him and pinning him there.

    "What do you see when you look at yourself in the mirror?" he hissed, pressing his forearm into his throat and working to keep it pinned there. "Some kind of savior? You think you were doing those people in Providence a favor? You ruined them. You ruined me. I've seen a lot of things since coming to Pandora, but you're the only real monster I've come across. You blow them all out of the fucking water."



     
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    They ran and ran, the dry hisses and abrasive slithering sounds replaced by the low sigh of the wind. They’d got rid of ‘em. Now the Governor could focus on incapacitating Bellamy, dragging him back to his workshop, tyin’ him up like a dog.

    But before he could think up a plan, sonny boy rammed into him. The Governor growled out as his back slammed against sharp, uneven rock, Bellamy’s forearm pressing into his throat.

    He clenched his jaw at the questions, tryin’ not to brood. Back in Pro, back in Woodbury, there’d been a time when he had thought of himself as a savior reinstating civilization, saving humankind. We will rise again. Those communities were gone now, though.

    The Governor flashed back to life before Woodbury, but after the Turn. How he’d set out across Georgia with Penny, Brian, his old high school buddies in hopes of finding a safe zone in Atlanta. How his brother had tried to play the saint, the hero, how he'd chickened out whenever it came to getting his hands dirty, jeopardizing the lives of everyone in their group. Penny.

    At that moment, one memory burned the brightest in Philip’s mind. They’d come across a lone biter in a desolate strip of Atlanta, which Brian had volunteered to put outta its misery. He’d choked up and it’d sent Philip into a fury. He could hear what he’d shouted at him as if the echo of his voice against the abandoned buildings was only now reaching him, could hear the metallic clang as he'd shoved his brother up against the rusting shell of a truck.

    With a calmness he’d lacked that day, he eyed Bellamy coldly, repeating what he’d told Brian: “That’s the only way we can survive this world. By being bigger monsters than them.”


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    There was nothing more he wanted in that moment than to hit him over and over, to smash his face into the cliffside the same way the other Blake had smashed one of their abductor's face into cement back there. He'd deserved it. Bellamy would bet The Governor deserved it even more, which was impressive if anything at all. But after everything, Bellamy could safely say that he had learned a lot. He'd learned a lot about himself, and he'd learned a hell of a lot about Philip Blake, and the most important thing he'd learned was that in a confrontation like this, he was at a disadvantage. It was a hard thing to admit to himself when all he wanted was to drive his face into rock, but he had a sense of self-worth now that said he needed to stay alive long enough to see this prick dead.

    It was even harder to admit that he might not be able to do it himself. Or maybe he could. Maybe he just needed to prepare. Maybe he just needed to prepare and then hunt him down. He deserved it. He deserved to die.

    Bellamy might've been seeing red in that moment had he not spent months just learning how to control himself and how to listen to himself. So instead, he listened to the other man with something just barely akin to a cool head, but he didn't respond to those words of his. He didn't laugh, he didn't scoff, he didn't even try to deny them. It would have been useless. "I could tell you a lot of things right now. I could tell you you're wrong ... I could tell you that there are other ways to survive, but you're not worth the effort," he told him, his voice low, a close and almost dangerously calm whisper. "Even if you could change, you don't deserve the chance to. You'll get what's coming?"

    Suddenly, he shoved his arm further against his throat before pulling away. He was almost surprised with his own self control as he step backward, never once taking his eyes off of the other man as his empty hands went up, signaling that he had no intention of jumping him again. But if Blake jumped, like hell was Bellamy not going to defend himself. "You gonna let me walk away from this?" But then, if he did jump, maybe his best chance was to take off running. The likeliness of The Governor deciding that parting ways was enough for him seemed unlikely, so Bellamy was running through his remaining options. The ones that were more likely to keep him alive, because his chances unarmed against a fucking shapeshifting tiger were probably not amazing.



     
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    Bellamy let him go, but not before shoving his arm hard into his throat. Philip flinched and let out a couple dry coughs.

    Sonny boy’s question had him huffing out an incredulous laugh. Did he seriously think he’d allow him to walk? The Governor had started to believe that Bellamy wasn’t as dumb and gullible as he’d once thought, but now he wasn’t so certain.

    He’d threatened him indirectly with that whole spiel just now, hurt him today, hurt him before by going against him. Forget incapacitating sonny boy, forget dragging him back to his workshop to kill him slow, without end. Philip had failed to kill him and others in the past ‘cos he’d tried to draw out their deaths to make himself feel good. He’d tried to play with ‘em like a cat going after a rat, but sometimes prey slipped between your claws, left you mad and hungry.

    It was time to stop playin’ games with Bellamy, time to stop starvin’ himself and livin’ off hatred. He finished this now... Fast... Decisively.

    The Governor smiled grimly at sonny boy, stepping back and making an open, sweeping gesture with his arm as though offering up a reluctant awright. He focused on the talisman hanging around his neck, once more willing its strength, its heat to seep into him. The fleeting flash of pain always made him think of fire flaring across the surface of his skin, turning it red, and black. It bubbled his blood, softened his bones into candle wax and melted them into new forms.

    He was hurling himself at Bellamy before he’d had chance to drop to four striped legs, intending to smash into his torso, drive him to the ground and snap his scrawny chicken neck in his jaws. One of his ears swivelled distractedly at the dry, scratching sound of scales against sun baked dirt, coming somewhere close to ‘em. He had to make this kill fast.


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