11-02-2019, 03:59 PM
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Edmund Moray was ready to die a violent death.
He tried to be brave because when he was brave his brothers would feel brave, yet all Edmund could sense was his imminent breakdown. What Edmund could only believe was the finale of all of this, he realized that it was only time before his fall. Death was looming, and he'd fall and fall and fall into the pits of hell where he belonged. Where he'd find all those who'd fallen before him. His mother, his father, his cousins and his brother.
No goodbye to his family, little Henry and Ida, his wife, his friends, baby Tommy and Charlotte...
Edmund was not a good person, but he'd risk it all for his brothers in arms.
But, through fortune and flame they'd fall. Eventually. Gracefully, with their blood spilled across the snow.
And, it all began with a frantic wail coming from outside the lodge. ❝ Mister Moray! Mister Moray! ❞ Edmund's brows knitted together, swiftly pulling on his coat as he rushed out of the lodge, only to look down the steps at a Kelley boy gasping desperately for breath.
❝ What's it? ❞ Barked Edmund firmly, features stoic all whilst his heart slammed uncomfortably against his chest. It was no time before the rest of the brothers filtered out of the door at the sound of panic for Edmund. Tommy clutched tightly on his revolver, features grim as he frowned at the Kelley boy.
❝ They're coming, Mister Moray! We captured one of their men - a twisted young rat planting explosives in our camp! He said that they were a gift for you! ❞
Alfonso scowled, shaking his head before he made his way down the stairs, boots pounding against the ground. ❝ A fucking asshole. Lemme at 'im. ❞ He was followed by Tommy who powered on, curling a lip frighteningly at the smaller Kelley boy as they began down the mountain. Franklin shook his head slowly before looking across at Edmund.
He knew what this meant.
A hand raised to squeeze his younger brother's shoulder, Frank pressing his lips together tightly. ❝ Well, this was fucking inevitable, wasn't it? ❞ He uttered quietly, Ed nodding solemnly in agreement before both brothers began to follow the rest of the group.
It felt like the walk was never-ending, Frank's heart feeling as if it was about to jump right out of his chest. He felt powerless. Unimportant. Like he was still rebuilding himself from bone to bone, flesh to flesh, but he was still incomplete. He wasn't ready for this. He was afraid. Features could fool anybody, however. Frank was quiet, brows pointed sternly as he trudged through thick and glistening snow alongside Edmund who carefully kept an eye on the Kelley boy and his two older brothers up ahead.
Thomas clicked his tongue as they were lead right back into the camp, eyes widening at the chaos which had seemingly unfolded. Tents were torn and ragged, one or two bodies slumped over, dead. ❝ Fuckin' hell, mate. What happened here now? ❞
Donovan stepped out and approached, hands on his hips and head slowly shaking from side to side. ❝ Explosives were planted in the one tent - killed two of our good men. ❞
Ed slipped to the front of the crowd, eyes searching the destroyed camp warily. ❝ So that means there still may be explosives around here. ❞ He informed carefully, Donovan responding with nothing more than a slow nod of the head.
❝ No, I can tell you everything I know! I'm not part of their group! I promise! I'm not! ❞ A young plea tore through the camp, the brothers quickly turning their heads to see a young, bloodied and bruised man, no older than seventeen, being dragged in by two of the Kelleys.
❝ And this is the bastard who killed our men - found him running away from the scene. ❞ Donovan informed, watching as two of the Kelleys threw the kid to the ground.
The teenager looked up with pleading eyes, crying out, ❝ I don't even know these people! They told me to put these in the camp in return for medical supplies. Please, my little sister is dying! I'm desperate, man! ❞
His eyes shifted to look up at Edmund, who stared back at the teenager with merciless eyes before slowly raising his rifle and aiming it at the boy. ❝ Oh shit, no! Please, I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry! ❞ The teenager cried, voice crackling as he tried to scramble away.
Edmund sent a single bullet to the boy's chest, the teenager choking out before falling to the ground, writhing about helplessly. ❝ Have you found anybody else? ❞ Ed was unfazed as he spoke, watching as the boy finally stilled. People died. It didn't matter if it was somebody's fucking brother. Brothers died, and people had to move passed it.
Donovan cleared his throat with unease, eyes shifting from the dead teenager before looking back towards Edmund. ❝ No but I've sent some of my boys on patrol. Hopefully we will discover who this kid worked f- ❞
Then, three gunshots ricocheted through the air.
And without hesitation, the Stirling-Moray brothers were in pursuit, following the sound as they weaved through trees and into a clearing, weapons raised and ready to fire. And then, suddenly, they were stopped. Surrounded. Weapons held to the brothers' faces and their weapons held to their enemy's faces.
Edmund stared down the barrel of the gun, and his eyes widened suddenly.
There stood Peter Stirling, staring straight back at Edmund.
// oneshot/joining thread continues in the next post.
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Edmund Moray was ready to die a violent death.
He tried to be brave because when he was brave his brothers would feel brave, yet all Edmund could sense was his imminent breakdown. What Edmund could only believe was the finale of all of this, he realized that it was only time before his fall. Death was looming, and he'd fall and fall and fall into the pits of hell where he belonged. Where he'd find all those who'd fallen before him. His mother, his father, his cousins and his brother.
No goodbye to his family, little Henry and Ida, his wife, his friends, baby Tommy and Charlotte...
Edmund was not a good person, but he'd risk it all for his brothers in arms.
But, through fortune and flame they'd fall. Eventually. Gracefully, with their blood spilled across the snow.
And, it all began with a frantic wail coming from outside the lodge. ❝ Mister Moray! Mister Moray! ❞ Edmund's brows knitted together, swiftly pulling on his coat as he rushed out of the lodge, only to look down the steps at a Kelley boy gasping desperately for breath.
❝ What's it? ❞ Barked Edmund firmly, features stoic all whilst his heart slammed uncomfortably against his chest. It was no time before the rest of the brothers filtered out of the door at the sound of panic for Edmund. Tommy clutched tightly on his revolver, features grim as he frowned at the Kelley boy.
❝ They're coming, Mister Moray! We captured one of their men - a twisted young rat planting explosives in our camp! He said that they were a gift for you! ❞
Alfonso scowled, shaking his head before he made his way down the stairs, boots pounding against the ground. ❝ A fucking asshole. Lemme at 'im. ❞ He was followed by Tommy who powered on, curling a lip frighteningly at the smaller Kelley boy as they began down the mountain. Franklin shook his head slowly before looking across at Edmund.
He knew what this meant.
A hand raised to squeeze his younger brother's shoulder, Frank pressing his lips together tightly. ❝ Well, this was fucking inevitable, wasn't it? ❞ He uttered quietly, Ed nodding solemnly in agreement before both brothers began to follow the rest of the group.
It felt like the walk was never-ending, Frank's heart feeling as if it was about to jump right out of his chest. He felt powerless. Unimportant. Like he was still rebuilding himself from bone to bone, flesh to flesh, but he was still incomplete. He wasn't ready for this. He was afraid. Features could fool anybody, however. Frank was quiet, brows pointed sternly as he trudged through thick and glistening snow alongside Edmund who carefully kept an eye on the Kelley boy and his two older brothers up ahead.
Thomas clicked his tongue as they were lead right back into the camp, eyes widening at the chaos which had seemingly unfolded. Tents were torn and ragged, one or two bodies slumped over, dead. ❝ Fuckin' hell, mate. What happened here now? ❞
Donovan stepped out and approached, hands on his hips and head slowly shaking from side to side. ❝ Explosives were planted in the one tent - killed two of our good men. ❞
Ed slipped to the front of the crowd, eyes searching the destroyed camp warily. ❝ So that means there still may be explosives around here. ❞ He informed carefully, Donovan responding with nothing more than a slow nod of the head.
❝ No, I can tell you everything I know! I'm not part of their group! I promise! I'm not! ❞ A young plea tore through the camp, the brothers quickly turning their heads to see a young, bloodied and bruised man, no older than seventeen, being dragged in by two of the Kelleys.
❝ And this is the bastard who killed our men - found him running away from the scene. ❞ Donovan informed, watching as two of the Kelleys threw the kid to the ground.
The teenager looked up with pleading eyes, crying out, ❝ I don't even know these people! They told me to put these in the camp in return for medical supplies. Please, my little sister is dying! I'm desperate, man! ❞
His eyes shifted to look up at Edmund, who stared back at the teenager with merciless eyes before slowly raising his rifle and aiming it at the boy. ❝ Oh shit, no! Please, I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry! ❞ The teenager cried, voice crackling as he tried to scramble away.
Edmund sent a single bullet to the boy's chest, the teenager choking out before falling to the ground, writhing about helplessly. ❝ Have you found anybody else? ❞ Ed was unfazed as he spoke, watching as the boy finally stilled. People died. It didn't matter if it was somebody's fucking brother. Brothers died, and people had to move passed it.
Donovan cleared his throat with unease, eyes shifting from the dead teenager before looking back towards Edmund. ❝ No but I've sent some of my boys on patrol. Hopefully we will discover who this kid worked f- ❞
Then, three gunshots ricocheted through the air.
And without hesitation, the Stirling-Moray brothers were in pursuit, following the sound as they weaved through trees and into a clearing, weapons raised and ready to fire. And then, suddenly, they were stopped. Surrounded. Weapons held to the brothers' faces and their weapons held to their enemy's faces.
Edmund stared down the barrel of the gun, and his eyes widened suddenly.
There stood Peter Stirling, staring straight back at Edmund.
// oneshot/joining thread continues in the next post.
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I CAN'T HELP MYSELF THE MOMENT THAT I LET IT GO
[sup]IS WHEN I FIND I'M IN CONTROL, I'M IN CONTROL.
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