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❝ You motherfucker! ❞ Alfie snarled like a rabid dog, fist connecting with the man’s jaw. They’d been on a search for the person who’d stolen Thomas’ identity - mocking his death - with the intention of teaching them a lesson or two. After all, nobody could mess with the Stirling family and get away with it.
Notoriously brutal and vicious, they’d been raised on the idea that violence could be the only answer. And so, Alfie fisting a handful of the man’s shirt, he pulled him close to his face before snarling, ❝ You thought that you could mess with us, huh? ❞ He spat in the old man’s face before sending another punch his way, the man falling helplessly to the ground.
❝ I don’t know what you’re on about! I don’t kn- ❞ Alfie stamped down onto the man with his shoe, the man crying out in agony before curling up into a ball. ❝ Please! Stop! ❞
Whether it be for protection under the well-known family name or what, there were many reasons why somebody would want the name Stirling to protect them in this New World.
❝ You wanna be a Stirling? You’d never be man enough to be a fucking Stirling! ❞ Whilst Alfie tormented the man, the other three brothers stood a short distance away.
Frank stood the farthest to the left, shoulders slumped as he looked upon the attack emotionlessly. After all, he was used to the blood, to the violence. And, besides, this man had screwed with the Stirling family - Frank was kind of glad to see the outcome.
Dominik’s jaw jutted out ever-so-slightly, watching the fight as if it were a trip to the circus. Somewhat amused by the violence, the blood on his hands felt more like a home comfort than sheer horror, and he took delight in watching revenge finally take place.
Edmund didn’t care. Arms folded tightly across his chest, he was silent as he waited for it to be over. Eventually, the man would not leave this place alive. The brothers would leave a bullet in the man’s head, a reminder that nobody should mess with a family of violence.
❝ Stirling? Oh God, I know Stirling! He- AH! Brown hair! Tattoo sleeve! He got the accent! He said he’s S- AGH! ❞
❝ That’s enough Alfie. ❞ Edmund suddenly intervened sternly, Alfie kicking the man away before he retreated a step or two back, lips parted as he caught his breath and wiped bloody hands off onto his shirt. ❝ What did you just say? ❞
Edmund stalked over to look down at the severely injured man, shoving his hands complacently into his pockets.
❝ Oh my God… He - uh - he stayed here a couple of weeks. Stirling! He said he was… Ooh, yeah, he was going to be leaving this place - today, actually! He went that way. God, please don’t hurt me! ❞ The man wailed, pointing weakly in one direction. Ed’s gaze followed the man’s finger, a path which lead them out of the loner land’s scrapyard.
And then, without remorse nor another word, Ed turned away from the suffering man, following the track with his three brothers, like two couples of hounds after the scent of a rabbit.
Eventually, they found the Stirling.
❝ It’s fine, girls. Take a seat… Is all right, folks; they won’t bite unless I tell ‘em so. ❞ Thomas uttered, gesturing towards the two ferocious mutts that stood with their tails high in the air, hackles raised and teeth baring towards the four other brothers.
❝ I’ll shoot ‘em if they bite one of us. ❞ Retorted Dominik, brows furrowed together as he tipped his head towards the mongrels. Stood big and brutish, much like their owner. Dominik’s comment, though gruff and threatening, earned nothing more than a chuckle from Thomas.
❝ And I’ll shoot you if you harm one of my girls - fair game? ❞ He commented, chin tipped upwards as he watched his brothers from a distance. Dominik sighed, shifting his weight before looking towards Edmund who stood silently with his arms folded across his chest.
❝ How come you didn’t come and find us? ❞ Ed asked, icy hues transfixed on his older brother’s unruly features. His beard had grown thick, clothing dirty and tattered - it looked as if he hadn’t taken proper care of himself in months.
Thomas began to chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief before looking up at the sky. He muttered to himself incoherently before looking back to Edmund. ❝ Now why would I want to do that? ❞
❝ Because we’re family. ❞ Thomas raised his brows at Edmund expectantly, wordlessly insisting he continue speaking.
❝ And we need you. To help us… Finish a fight. We believe otherwise we may be in some trouble - they’re coming at us from all directions now. ❞
❝ They're what now? ❞ Frank choked out with surprise.
Dominik sucked in a sharp breath, ❝ Nice of you to let us know, Ed. ❞
❝ All right, whatever. ❞ Alfie piped up, ❝ Doesn't matter right now. Firstly; Ed, you're a dickhead. Secondly; if what Ed is saying is actually true, then this is also your fight you’re losing, Tommy. ❞
Thomas sighed, looking down at his dogs who both leaned up against his legs, faithful and overprotective. And then, he began uttering. ❝ Well, you know what they say - and by that I mean what only I say - you’re protected until you’re prey, and it looks to me like you’re all more sheep than wolves, hey? So, instead of tryna recruit me back into the shitty family business, how about you get rid of the bastard who’s causing all these problems? ❞ He questioned, narrowing his eyes at his brothers.
❝ That’s right. So don’t come all the way here, plague my territory, threaten to shoot my fucking dog, and tell me that I’m losing your fight because of that fucking vermint. ❞
❝ Dad’s been gone for two years. ❞ Edmund mumbled, frowning towards Thomas whose features very quickly dissipated into a look of surprise.
❝ Gone? Like- ❞ Thomas’ hands formed the shape of a gun, making a firing motion whilst whispering a hushed pew.
❝ Left one day and never came back. ❞ Dominik corrected, Thomas humming as if he liked what he’d just heard before the family grew quiet, Thomas nodding to himself.
Frank sighed, ❝ Well, this got awkward. ❞ He mumbled, shaking his head slowly before beginning to walk away.
On the other hand, Alfie’s features shriveled up as he watched his older brother shift his weight. ❝ So, what’s in it for me? You think that fucker will be back?... Dad, I mean; not Frank. ❞ He asked.
❝ Not that we think so. My best bet was that he pissed the wrong rogues off and got himself killed. You know what his temper was like. ❞
❝ Despicable, that’s right. ❞ Thomas was quiet again, sighing before beginning to walk away.
❝ Where are you going? ❞ Ed questioned dully.
Thomas turned to look over his shoulder, gesturing ahead of him. ❝ This was where y’came from, yeah? ❞
Right. So Thomas was going to return to Flintlock Lodge.
❝ I ain’t here to settle down and play family. ❞ Thomas commented whilst he trudged up the mountain side, the other four brothers walking alongside him.
❝ Wasn’t expecting you to. ❞ Dominik muttered in quiet retaliation, Thomas raising his brows and giving Dominik a look.
❝ So, why did you leave then, huh? ❞ Frank piped up, features shriveled up as he kept a cautious eye on Thomas. He’d taken Thomas’ loss hard - even harder now that he discovered he hadn’t known the correct truth all this time.
Thomas clicked his tongue, almost as if he were amused by Frank’s question, before finally he said, ❝ I didn’t leave. I was exiled. ❞ Ed sucked in a breath, slowing his steps to take a good look towards Thomas.
❝ What? ❞
❝ Yep. Dad’s genius idea of death by exile. Tara went one way with the baby, and I went the other. It was either that or we’d both be killed on the spot - Finn too, probably. ❞ He explained.
Edmund couldn’t understand. Thomas hadn’t done anything wrong, or had he? He watched suspiciously as Thomas squinted back towards Edmund, before finally he confessed, ❝ We snitched. What? We did what we had to do, yeah? ❞ Dominik stopped in his tracks, instantly raising his gun to Thomas’ head.
❝ What the fuck did you say?! ❞ Dominik snarled, Thomas raising his hands up as his two hounds began barking deeply, lunging towards Dominik before scampering away before they got too close.
❝ Nik, stop, God dammit. ❞ Edmund raised his voice ever-so-slightly, Thomas quickly pointing at Ed and looking sternly towards the youngest.
❝ No, the man’s right. The fight ain’t over ‘til it’s over, and it don’t look very done yet, innit? ❞ Thomas growled, before looking at Dominik, ❝ Now put that damn gun down so I can explain myself. Innocent until proven fuckin’ guilty, you lawless bastard. ❞
Dominik features twitched with fury, gaze glaring into Thomas’ eyes before he lowered the gun, giving Thomas a sharp push. Stumbling back, Thomas grunted gently before brushing himself off and then muttering, ❝ Dad lead the family right into the ground - you’re fucking idiots if you haven’t realized that already - and we was tryna get dad alone for long enough for the Russos to just… nip him in the bud. Plan B was to give him enough rope to eventually hang himself, so I guess at least that worked. ❞
The boys said nothing. After all, none of them particularly liked their father. He was less father and more boss of the company, not an enjoyable way to grow up - dead mother and a father who couldn’t be any less of a father. Perhaps none quite mourned the loss of Alfred Stirling, an abomination of a man, but their twisted morals still stood unwavering. A traitor was a traitor.
But the past was also the past, and this was their brother.
❝ How can we know that you won’t screw us over? ❞ Edmund asked, furrowing his brows as the group of them continued to make their way up the mountain, the last stretch of the walk before returning back to the lodge.
Thomas laughed beneath his breath. ❝ Because we are all brothers. ❞
❝ You screwed our dad over. ❞
Thomas looked towards Eddie. ❝ He may have been our father, but he never was our dad. ❞ The older brother pointed out, pointer finger tapping at his temple.
Eddie said nothing more, nodding to himself before he continued walking. Perhaps he could not trust his own brother, but this would be their best shot at surviving over the next few weeks. After all, Thomas was the least of his worries right now, traitor or not.
Edmund knew for certain that nobody was safe anymore.
[ 1870 words ]
[ just a quick oneshot !! i'm iffy about the quality of this one as i had to rewrite essentially the entire thing after accidentally deleting it smh, but yeah !! tommy boy has finally arrived with the intention to help protect flintlock when the time comes ;-) feel free to comment and react, but pls don't reply with any ic stuff !! ]
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❝ You motherfucker! ❞ Alfie snarled like a rabid dog, fist connecting with the man’s jaw. They’d been on a search for the person who’d stolen Thomas’ identity - mocking his death - with the intention of teaching them a lesson or two. After all, nobody could mess with the Stirling family and get away with it.
Notoriously brutal and vicious, they’d been raised on the idea that violence could be the only answer. And so, Alfie fisting a handful of the man’s shirt, he pulled him close to his face before snarling, ❝ You thought that you could mess with us, huh? ❞ He spat in the old man’s face before sending another punch his way, the man falling helplessly to the ground.
❝ I don’t know what you’re on about! I don’t kn- ❞ Alfie stamped down onto the man with his shoe, the man crying out in agony before curling up into a ball. ❝ Please! Stop! ❞
Whether it be for protection under the well-known family name or what, there were many reasons why somebody would want the name Stirling to protect them in this New World.
❝ You wanna be a Stirling? You’d never be man enough to be a fucking Stirling! ❞ Whilst Alfie tormented the man, the other three brothers stood a short distance away.
Frank stood the farthest to the left, shoulders slumped as he looked upon the attack emotionlessly. After all, he was used to the blood, to the violence. And, besides, this man had screwed with the Stirling family - Frank was kind of glad to see the outcome.
Dominik’s jaw jutted out ever-so-slightly, watching the fight as if it were a trip to the circus. Somewhat amused by the violence, the blood on his hands felt more like a home comfort than sheer horror, and he took delight in watching revenge finally take place.
Edmund didn’t care. Arms folded tightly across his chest, he was silent as he waited for it to be over. Eventually, the man would not leave this place alive. The brothers would leave a bullet in the man’s head, a reminder that nobody should mess with a family of violence.
❝ Stirling? Oh God, I know Stirling! He- AH! Brown hair! Tattoo sleeve! He got the accent! He said he’s S- AGH! ❞
❝ That’s enough Alfie. ❞ Edmund suddenly intervened sternly, Alfie kicking the man away before he retreated a step or two back, lips parted as he caught his breath and wiped bloody hands off onto his shirt. ❝ What did you just say? ❞
Edmund stalked over to look down at the severely injured man, shoving his hands complacently into his pockets.
❝ Oh my God… He - uh - he stayed here a couple of weeks. Stirling! He said he was… Ooh, yeah, he was going to be leaving this place - today, actually! He went that way. God, please don’t hurt me! ❞ The man wailed, pointing weakly in one direction. Ed’s gaze followed the man’s finger, a path which lead them out of the loner land’s scrapyard.
And then, without remorse nor another word, Ed turned away from the suffering man, following the track with his three brothers, like two couples of hounds after the scent of a rabbit.
Eventually, they found the Stirling.
❝ It’s fine, girls. Take a seat… Is all right, folks; they won’t bite unless I tell ‘em so. ❞ Thomas uttered, gesturing towards the two ferocious mutts that stood with their tails high in the air, hackles raised and teeth baring towards the four other brothers.
❝ I’ll shoot ‘em if they bite one of us. ❞ Retorted Dominik, brows furrowed together as he tipped his head towards the mongrels. Stood big and brutish, much like their owner. Dominik’s comment, though gruff and threatening, earned nothing more than a chuckle from Thomas.
❝ And I’ll shoot you if you harm one of my girls - fair game? ❞ He commented, chin tipped upwards as he watched his brothers from a distance. Dominik sighed, shifting his weight before looking towards Edmund who stood silently with his arms folded across his chest.
❝ How come you didn’t come and find us? ❞ Ed asked, icy hues transfixed on his older brother’s unruly features. His beard had grown thick, clothing dirty and tattered - it looked as if he hadn’t taken proper care of himself in months.
Thomas began to chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief before looking up at the sky. He muttered to himself incoherently before looking back to Edmund. ❝ Now why would I want to do that? ❞
❝ Because we’re family. ❞ Thomas raised his brows at Edmund expectantly, wordlessly insisting he continue speaking.
❝ And we need you. To help us… Finish a fight. We believe otherwise we may be in some trouble - they’re coming at us from all directions now. ❞
❝ They're what now? ❞ Frank choked out with surprise.
Dominik sucked in a sharp breath, ❝ Nice of you to let us know, Ed. ❞
❝ All right, whatever. ❞ Alfie piped up, ❝ Doesn't matter right now. Firstly; Ed, you're a dickhead. Secondly; if what Ed is saying is actually true, then this is also your fight you’re losing, Tommy. ❞
Thomas sighed, looking down at his dogs who both leaned up against his legs, faithful and overprotective. And then, he began uttering. ❝ Well, you know what they say - and by that I mean what only I say - you’re protected until you’re prey, and it looks to me like you’re all more sheep than wolves, hey? So, instead of tryna recruit me back into the shitty family business, how about you get rid of the bastard who’s causing all these problems? ❞ He questioned, narrowing his eyes at his brothers.
❝ That’s right. So don’t come all the way here, plague my territory, threaten to shoot my fucking dog, and tell me that I’m losing your fight because of that fucking vermint. ❞
❝ Dad’s been gone for two years. ❞ Edmund mumbled, frowning towards Thomas whose features very quickly dissipated into a look of surprise.
❝ Gone? Like- ❞ Thomas’ hands formed the shape of a gun, making a firing motion whilst whispering a hushed pew.
❝ Left one day and never came back. ❞ Dominik corrected, Thomas humming as if he liked what he’d just heard before the family grew quiet, Thomas nodding to himself.
Frank sighed, ❝ Well, this got awkward. ❞ He mumbled, shaking his head slowly before beginning to walk away.
On the other hand, Alfie’s features shriveled up as he watched his older brother shift his weight. ❝ So, what’s in it for me? You think that fucker will be back?... Dad, I mean; not Frank. ❞ He asked.
❝ Not that we think so. My best bet was that he pissed the wrong rogues off and got himself killed. You know what his temper was like. ❞
❝ Despicable, that’s right. ❞ Thomas was quiet again, sighing before beginning to walk away.
❝ Where are you going? ❞ Ed questioned dully.
Thomas turned to look over his shoulder, gesturing ahead of him. ❝ This was where y’came from, yeah? ❞
Right. So Thomas was going to return to Flintlock Lodge.
❝ I ain’t here to settle down and play family. ❞ Thomas commented whilst he trudged up the mountain side, the other four brothers walking alongside him.
❝ Wasn’t expecting you to. ❞ Dominik muttered in quiet retaliation, Thomas raising his brows and giving Dominik a look.
❝ So, why did you leave then, huh? ❞ Frank piped up, features shriveled up as he kept a cautious eye on Thomas. He’d taken Thomas’ loss hard - even harder now that he discovered he hadn’t known the correct truth all this time.
Thomas clicked his tongue, almost as if he were amused by Frank’s question, before finally he said, ❝ I didn’t leave. I was exiled. ❞ Ed sucked in a breath, slowing his steps to take a good look towards Thomas.
❝ What? ❞
❝ Yep. Dad’s genius idea of death by exile. Tara went one way with the baby, and I went the other. It was either that or we’d both be killed on the spot - Finn too, probably. ❞ He explained.
Edmund couldn’t understand. Thomas hadn’t done anything wrong, or had he? He watched suspiciously as Thomas squinted back towards Edmund, before finally he confessed, ❝ We snitched. What? We did what we had to do, yeah? ❞ Dominik stopped in his tracks, instantly raising his gun to Thomas’ head.
❝ What the fuck did you say?! ❞ Dominik snarled, Thomas raising his hands up as his two hounds began barking deeply, lunging towards Dominik before scampering away before they got too close.
❝ Nik, stop, God dammit. ❞ Edmund raised his voice ever-so-slightly, Thomas quickly pointing at Ed and looking sternly towards the youngest.
❝ No, the man’s right. The fight ain’t over ‘til it’s over, and it don’t look very done yet, innit? ❞ Thomas growled, before looking at Dominik, ❝ Now put that damn gun down so I can explain myself. Innocent until proven fuckin’ guilty, you lawless bastard. ❞
Dominik features twitched with fury, gaze glaring into Thomas’ eyes before he lowered the gun, giving Thomas a sharp push. Stumbling back, Thomas grunted gently before brushing himself off and then muttering, ❝ Dad lead the family right into the ground - you’re fucking idiots if you haven’t realized that already - and we was tryna get dad alone for long enough for the Russos to just… nip him in the bud. Plan B was to give him enough rope to eventually hang himself, so I guess at least that worked. ❞
The boys said nothing. After all, none of them particularly liked their father. He was less father and more boss of the company, not an enjoyable way to grow up - dead mother and a father who couldn’t be any less of a father. Perhaps none quite mourned the loss of Alfred Stirling, an abomination of a man, but their twisted morals still stood unwavering. A traitor was a traitor.
But the past was also the past, and this was their brother.
❝ How can we know that you won’t screw us over? ❞ Edmund asked, furrowing his brows as the group of them continued to make their way up the mountain, the last stretch of the walk before returning back to the lodge.
Thomas laughed beneath his breath. ❝ Because we are all brothers. ❞
❝ You screwed our dad over. ❞
Thomas looked towards Eddie. ❝ He may have been our father, but he never was our dad. ❞ The older brother pointed out, pointer finger tapping at his temple.
Eddie said nothing more, nodding to himself before he continued walking. Perhaps he could not trust his own brother, but this would be their best shot at surviving over the next few weeks. After all, Thomas was the least of his worries right now, traitor or not.
Edmund knew for certain that nobody was safe anymore.
[ 1870 words ]
[ just a quick oneshot !! i'm iffy about the quality of this one as i had to rewrite essentially the entire thing after accidentally deleting it smh, but yeah !! tommy boy has finally arrived with the intention to help protect flintlock when the time comes ;-) feel free to comment and react, but pls don't reply with any ic stuff !! ]
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