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I Feel A Sin Coming On

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I hope you all enjoy.

Warning: abusive boyfriend. Abusive relationship. Abusive language. Murder. Mention of blood. Disposing of a body. Abuse. Caution when reading.

Lee being the bestest man ever!!!!

Song: I feel a sin coming on by Pistol Annie's.

"Please, be nice. I've known the Dutton family since I was a kid. John's like a dad to me. Please don't be rude". You begged your boyfriend Ted, he wasn't a people person especially people you knew. He always hated to be around people that you liked.

"I'll be good". Ted smirked. You really wanted to smack the smirk off of him and throw him in with a bull since he already caused a scene on the way over because of how you were dressed. It took you three hours to find the perfect outfit. You looked nice.

Sighing you knocked on the door, Jamie answered. You and him didnt get along but you were glad to see someone other than Ted's ugly face. "Hey Jamie". You smiled. Jamie motioned for you two to come in.

"Jamie, this is Ted". You introduced Ted who looked Jamie up and down.

"Hi". Ted plainly said.

"Okay, everyone is in the livingroom having a cocktail. Can I get you anything"? Jamie offered.

"She'll have a water and I'll take a beer". Ted interrupted before you could say anything.

Jamie looked at you and you nodded. You followed Jamie and went into the livingroom. Everyone was there. But you were actually surprised to see Lee. He wasn't a big partier.

"Hey everyone, this is Ted. My boyfriend". You tell them. Ted comes up behind you and puts his hand on your shoulder with a squeeze.

"You didnt say there were men here your age". Ted whispered in your ear pretending to kiss your cheek.

"Be have". You warned but got a rotten dirty look from Ted.

"Lee, I didnt expect to see you here". You giggled going over to him.

"Dad, told me you were coming. So here I am".

"That's great. I'm glad you came. We should catch up sometime".

"Yeah. Is he waiting on you or somethin"? Lee pointed to Ted, who had his hands on his hips staring at you two as you talked.

"Um, I better go. It was nice seeing you Lee". You walked away and over to Ted. He grabbed you by the arm. Lee saw it and he wanted to say something but it wasnt his place.

"You flirting with him you fucking slut"? Ted got into your face, you looked down to the ground and shook your head. "Sit your ass in that seat and dont fucking move". Ted pointed to the empty chair. You did as you were told. Gulping down your tears.

"Y/N, it's so good to see you sugar". John came out of his office with a hug.

"Good to see you too". You gave him a side hug. Not one of the hugs where he takes your breath. John thought it was odd. But didnt say anything.

"Who's this"? John looked behind you to Ted. He had a look that could kill.

"Ted, my boyfriend". You smiled through the discomfort.

"Nice to meet you". John nodded and turned his attention to Beth who asked him a question.

"What's wrong with you"? You whispered to Ted.

"Have you slept with everyone in this room"? Ted scoffed.

"No. They're good people and you're being an asshole to them". You gulped, you never stood up to Ted like this before. Well once you did and it didnt go over well.

"Can I see you in the kitchen for a second". Ted said loud enough so everyone could hear it and grabbed your hand dragging you into the kitchen.

As soon as you got into the kitchen Ted slaps you across the cheek. You gasped, holding your face.

"I've warned you time after time. Dont make me mad. But you seem like you dont listen. You're in there flirting and throwing yourself all over these men. You filthy whore". Ted quietly screamed in your face.

"I'm sorry". You whimpered as he moved his hand closer to your cheek that he slapped.

"I dont want to hurt you baby. But you just do stupid shit and need to be punished for it. Do you understand"? Ted said cocky.

"Yes, sir".

"Okay. Get back in that chair and sit down and shut up". Ted gritted his teeth.

You hurried along not looking behind you to see if Ted followed. You sat in the chair quietly. Not speaking to anyone.

"Hey, Y/N? Lee's talking about that time you and him went skinny dipping in Mr. Wilson's pond". Kayce laughed, with a beer to his mouth. He was probably drunk.

"How did I not know about this"? John laughed along.

"We were sixteen. It was hot that night. It's not like you havent done your share of teenage mischief". You laughed.

"She was the ring leader. I just followed". Lee held up his hands.

"Oh please, Lee Dutton. I didnt see you stopping and getting out". You giggled.

"Well, I had great company". Lee winked. His brothers and sister gasped. A blush formed on your cheeks.

"You two dated"? Ted's voice caused everyone to stop. You looked over to him beside you.

"Yes. For a year". You softly spoke.

"Dont worry, man. It ended after she left for college".

"That's great. But I was talking to her. Not you". Ted sneered.

"Dont talk to her like that. She didnt do anything wrong". Lee stepped up.

"Stop. Okay. We dated. It's over. I'm with you now". You went to grab Ted's hand but he jerked it away. You felt like you could cry. All eyes were on you. Not judgy eyes but sorrow eyes.

"Y/N, why don't you sing for us? Like you use too". Beth walked over to you holding a microphone. She was trying to cut the tension.

"I didnt come here for karaoke, Beth". You shook your head.

"Come on".

"Alright. No laughing". You pointed to everyone.

Beth put on a song and sat back down.

"I feel a sin comin' on. I feel a right that's about to go wrong. I got a shiver to the bone. I feel a sin comin' on.

I got a buzz in my brain. Drunk on a love goin' down like champagne. I got a feelin' that its gonna leave a lipstick stain. I'd be the only one to blame.

And you can see it. All over my face. Sweet Temptation. All over the place". You started to sing. All eyes were on you. Ted, had his fist balled up and ready to give you a beating. But you didnt focus on him and that's probably why he was mad.

Your eyes were on Lee the whole song. You forgot how much you loved him. Not seeing him in years you forgot that he was your one true love. You thought it was Ted but tonight proved that he wasn't.

"Stupid whore". Ted yelled, throwing his bottle across the room.

"Ted, wait". You hurried after him. Lee followed and so did Kayce. John came along too.

"Whoops". Beth laughed. She had a trick up her sleeve.

"Ted, please".

"I thought I loved you but it turns out you're nothing but a fucking mega slut. Slobbering all over these guys dicks. Go suck some more". Ted pushed you away.

Lee had had it. He ran after Ted and punch him in the back. Making Ted turn around and go after Lee. Lee was a man that could hold his own. He didnt need any help like Ted did when he got into a fight.

Lee was on top of Ted, punching his face in. Kayce tried pulling Lee back but he pushed Kayce away.

"Lee stop, you're going to kill him". You begged with a sob. You didnt care about Ted. But Ted was the kind of person that would call the cops and have everyone there thrown in jail.

Lee panted as he stood back. His knuckles were bloody and a sweat across his forehead head.

Ted laid still on the gravel. His face smashed in.

John went to check on Ted as you looked Lee over.

"Are you okay"? Lee asked you instead.

"I'm fine. Are you okay"? You took his face in your hands.

"I'm great". Lee chuckled.

"Why did you do that"? You asked through tears.

"You dont deserve to be treated that way. I dont care if you love the guy. I wasnt going to let him talk to you like that". Lee panted his chest heaved up and down.

"I dont love him. I hate him so much. I just couldnt get away".

"You're free now. What are you going to do"? Lee smiled, his smiled lights up your mood and you completely forgot how bad it was before.

"Something I should've done a long time ago". You smashed your lips to Lee's. It took him by surprise but he relaxed into the kiss. Grabbing you by the waist he brought you in close. His hand held you back softly.

You broke the kiss, leaning your forehead against his. "I've loved you since I was sixteen Lee. That hasn't changed. I've tried to move on and forget about it but I can't do it anymore. I love you".

"Fuck, it took you along time". Lee chuckled making you giggle. "I love you too. I'm going to make this up to you. For dealing with those kinds of men. I'm going to treat you like a queen".

"You don't have to do anything. Just love me like you did when we were sixteen". You pressed your lips to his.

"Wanna go skinny dipping in Mr Wilsons pond"?

"It's cold".

"I'll keep you warm". Lee kissed your lips and you two ran off down to his truck. You hopped in and drove off. It was like you were two teenagers sneaking off again.

"My plan worked". Beth came up behind everyone.

"What plan? I think he's dead". Jamie knelt down beside Ted.

"Serves him right. Laying a hand on Y/N". Beth walked over and kicked Ted.

"He hit her"? Kayce asked shocked.

"Yeah, I saw them in the kitchen. That's why I made her sing. I knew it would piss him off and Lee would step in. They're right for each other. He just had to go". Beth spat on Ted.

"Have Rip help with the body. Bury him deep. No ones going to find this fucker". John gave his orders to his sons.

"Will do". Kayce went to get Rip.

"It was great knowing you Ted. Bye now". Beth poured her drink on him and walker away. Jamie followed.

There was a sin committed that night. But no one was going to tell.

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battystumutchildren-blog · 7 years

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MAVRIK: -It's very late into the evening, most shops and stores on the station are already shut down or in the end process of closing, and the only transportalizers left running are the few 24 hour ones.-

MAVRIK: -There is hardly anyone left walking about, and as the slow trickle of employees from the Silvah dollar exits the building there is a deep quiet. But before the owner has had the time to leave or lock the doors, a figure is melting out of the shadows and slipping into the restaurant.-

MAVRIK: -The hood of his sweatshirt is drawn but there is no disguising his horns or the cracks running along one of them. Mavrik might look rather sinister with his eye patch and his hands stuffed into his pockets if it wasn't for his twitchy appearance and the way it seemed like it was impossible for him to focus in one area of space. This whole place reeked of troll and disgusting cooked food. But focus, he had to focus. He's here to see silvah.-

SILVAH: -Silvah's not hard to find on such a small station, especially since Mavrik ought to be aware of the troll's fairly predictable routine of being the last one out the door, closing up shop and making the lazy walk to either the transportalizer pad back to Skaia or the shuttle depending on his mood and the convenience of either option. It's the end of a pretty busy day, so he's sweaty and dirt tired. All the lights have been turned off but just as he's going to lock up, he rounds the corner and is momentarily startled by Mavrik's sudden appearance. After days and days of hearing nothing but rumor of the ugly fight, and after all the tension his conversations with Ryan and Jack have been building up in his mind....it's almost surreal. But he relaxes slightly and at least puts on a welcoming face.-

SILVAH: Didn't expect t' be seein ya back here

SILVAH: -He scratches the back of his neck thoughtfully.- Thought ya'd be planet-hoppin by now. MAVRIK: -His eye is locked on Silvah, intense and cold. Not like the usual grumpy look he wore before, Mavrik looks like his mind is distant.-

MAVRIK: Mhm.

MAVRIK: I came by to get my last paycheck.

SILVAH: -Lets out a big sigh....- Alright. Yer entitled t' it.

SILVAH: I'm....mighty fuckin sorry things turned out this way. I wouldn't a let him hurt ya if I'd been there.

SILVAH: An' he's not allowed around here no more, y'know. MAVRIK: -Grunts and shrugs rather sharply, his whole body is stiff and tense.- Shit happens.

MAVRIK: This was always going to end up a limited gig. All my jobs always do.

MAVRIK: I just need the money and I'll be out-- -Suddenly looks to his left and jolts at nothing visible. There are a lot of smells in here, a lot of lingering essences of people who have been through the building today. Its like a constant assault on his nose and eyes. Too much really. He has slept in a few days, hasn't eaten in longer. Hes becoming delirious.- SILVAH: -Gives him a long, searching look. While he's looking, he investigates Mavrik's emotions and feels the odd intensity and desperation and hunger coming off him in waves. It doesn't bode well. He turns to walk away towards his office where he keeps the payroll....but hesitates.- Y' aren't lookin' too good, man.

SILVAH: Do ya need help? Money? I mean besides yer paycheck, that is. Place t' stay?

SILVAH: -The things Jack said about Mavrik, what he's capable of keep cycling through his mind. He can't help but think there has to be something he can say or do stop it.-

MAVRIK: -He watches Silvah move across the room, as if he's anticipating some sort of sudden movement from him.-

MAVRIK: No, I just want what I haven't been paid yet. I don't need your money just mine.

MAVRIK: I'm fine. Perfectly fine. SILVAH: Look, ....I know a fucked up situation when I see it. I ain't blind. Just got one functionin' peeper. Like yerself currently.

SILVAH: I can tell yer scared and ya ain't firin' all cylinders. Apt to do somethin' regrettable.

SILVAH: But it don't have t' be that way.

MAVRIK: -He is listening to silvah talk, and seemingly still neutral up until he mentions mavrik doing something "regrettable" then all bets are off, and Mavrik goes entirely rigid. Hardly even breathing for a short time.- ...........

MAVRIK: "Regrettable." -Repeats it with a rumbling growl in the back of his throat. And odd choice of words. Jack had attacked him for something he hadn't done, would he have told silvah? What if silvah also believed him capable of those things was he being paranoid? How much did Silvah know about him?? Jack knew plenty what if he told.-

MAVRIK: What am I doing that's regrettable? What doesn't have to be what way?? Hm?? HM??!

MAVRIK: I'm doing fuck all, I'm not scared of anything I'm FINE!! -Steps suddenly towards Silvah, hissing loudly, before he comes back to his senses again and backs down.- ..... SILVAH: -Uh oh. Silvah doesn't need complex math equations to know he made a bad call by trying to appeal to Mavrik. For a moment all he can do is blink in surprise at Mavriks sudden spike in paranoia and hostility, and for the first time he feels the madness too- which comes in a cocktail of potent emotions that make his head spin. The situation obviously isn't as manageable as he first thought. He has to be careful. Very careful. He makes his voice sound worried, but still relaxed and soothing.- Now I don't know nothin about any a that. I was just sorta speakin in general terms . Relax would ya? I'm gonna go get your pay check an then if ya still wanna talk about this yer welcome t it. -He just casually as can be starts walking to his office.- MAVRIK: -Relax.... he could do that, he could relax... maybe.-

MAVRIK: -He takes a few deep breaths, picking up on that forced calm Silvah has and trying to do the same for himself.- Okay... y-yeah okay.

MAVRIK: -His eyes follow silvah as he shuffles over to the counter to wait. This just felt dangerous to him, going to a less populated area, no where to hide, and silvah might very well know what he is.-

SILVAH: -He does go and grab Mavrk's paycheck as he said, his mind racing the whole time while his body leisurely strolls....but while in the sanctity of his office, he makes sure to equip his armkind . One twist of the wrist and he'll have his weapon at the ready- literally at hand. Just a little insurance policy. In case Mavrik actually is as crazy as Silvah thinks he is. Text from his conversation with Jack is scrolling over and over again in his head, especially the end bit. He's too far gone. Silvah still doesn't know if that's true....Not for sure. But he has a bad feeling about all this now. The sooner he has Mavrik out of his resturaunt, the sooner he can actually do something about it. He approaches the counter and slides the paycheck over to him wordlessly, along with a few extra hundred dollar bills. Maybe all he really needs is money. It's possible right? That's what most people need.-

SILVAH: ...Well I was closin up when ya came. Think I'm gonna head out now.

SILVAH: Take care a yourself. MAVRIK: -When Silvah comes back out Mavrik snaps back to attention, having previously been hunched over the counter top staring at nothing. He looks up at Silvah, then down at the check and money before snatching it up checking to be sure it was signed and then tucking it away for safety. Suddenly he felt some relief wash over him, just these few hundred dollars extra meant maybe he could keep further in reality, further from daily feeling like he was dying. Mavrik lets out a sigh.- .............. Thank you.

MAVRIK: And.

MAVRIK: I............ I never wanted it to go that way. With Ryan's friend. That guy.

MAVRIK: I wasnt what he said I was. SILVAH: -It's impossible for Silvah not to keep feeling sympathy for Mavrik, despite all the evidence piling up against him. Silvah in that moment genuinley hopes the poor guy will take the money and run. Find somewhere to be happy- or at least less miserable. Not hurt anyone or be hurt by anyone. Silvah just nods and strides slowly towards the door.- not trusting himself to say much more without upsetting him again- ...I know. -He wants to believe it. But he's not sure.-

MAVRIK: Mhm.

MAVRIK: But I'm running out of options. And chances. If he said anything to you, if Ryan said anything to you...

MAVRIK: Silvah I've always hated every single troll with a burning rage you cannot even fathom... -Turns his head and stares at Silvah as he starts moving towards the door.- But you cut me some slack when I needed it so I'll give you a heads up.

MAVRIK: Stay off of Lauctis. And if I ever see your face again there wont be a second time. -He needs to protect himself, and if that means pulling intimidation tactics so be it.

SILVAH: -Silvah's been doing a pretty good job of keeping his cool this whole time....but the blatant threat startles him and gives him pause,. His skin prickles like the temperature in the room dropped several degrees. It's kind of ridiculous in a way- the giant military trained troll that he is, being intimidated by a tiny thing like Mavrik. But it's not really Mavrik himself that gives him this creepy feeling but the malice in his voice. Once Silvah hears that, feels the intensity of that hatred...towards all trolls, .all the doubts in his mind are swept away. He has to get out of here and find a way to help. Even trying to postpone the music festival would be a start. Instead of turning around and talking to him again...he just keeps walking. But faster than before.- MAVRIK: -Ah. There it is. That spike of fear clear as day and absorbing Silvah in a whole new shade. He knew it. Mavrik fucking knew it. Any other person would be confused, maybe a little nervous from the death threat but look at him Silvah was a tank? Why would he be this nervous of a guy half his size. Silvah knows something is up.-

MAVRIK: -When Silvah doesnt even so much as respond and starts walking, Mavrik shoves off from the counter top and swiftly follows at his heels.- I thought you were interested in talking before. What suddenly happened to change that. SILVAH: -FUCKIN HELL, he's on to me. Silvah wonders whether it would be be better to stop and try to stall him or just make a break for it. Silvah's not the fastest person in the world, that's for damn sure....But maybe intimidation can go both ways? Just relying on instinct, he whirls around, clicking his arm into place as he turns and suddenly there's a sort of strange looking gun where his arm would be, pointing at Mavrik point blank.- Death threats don't tend t' make me too conversational, my friend.

SILVAH: Go on. Take the money 'n go on t' Lauctis and we needn't trouble eachother no more. MAVRIK: -GUN ARM!!-

MAVRIK: ................. -He stares down the barrel of where Silvah's hand used to be and internally sweats. His outward expression straining to not look fearful while a good two thirds of his own instincts tell him to flee the scene. But what use is running for self preservation if Silvah can go and tell some sort of lawful official that could start a manhunt for his ass?-

MAVRIK: -His hands twitch at his sides.- You... You dont have the nerve to fire that weapon. -steps closer just to test it.- SILVAH: -Growls when he steps closer. It's a VERY LOUD growl, like a motor revving.- Wrong. I don't wanna fire this weapon. But I will if I have to so mind your p's and q's. -He starts backing off towards the door, just interested in getting more space between he and Mavrik.- MAVRIK: -He jumps at the growl backing up again several paces, but rather then the growl completely scaring him off it just makes Mavrik raise his metaphorical hackles.-

MAVRIK: -He hisses back at him.- NO YOU WONT!!! -His gaze suddenly darts to the table next to him, Mavrik may not have super strength, but he does have enough muscle to lift and flip it towards Silvah. Get wrecked.- SILVAH: -The table never makes contact, but it does surprise Silvah into firing the gun- which turns out to actually be some kind of plasma-based blaster that basically melts the table away into pieces and dust, grinding out a stream of filthy curses under breath as he stumbles a bit, while also trying making a dive to dart out the door.- MAVRIK: -J E S U S-

MAVRIK: -He is very glad that table wasn't him, but in the time it took Silvah to demolish the table, Mavrik has skittered off and jumped onto one of the booth tables. What he might not have in size or muscle he makes up for in agility, which he demonstrates by jumping off the surface to launch himself onto Silvah's back before he can get out the door.-

MAVRIK: -Hes snarling and wide eyed, practically feral and giving into his natural urge to defend himself combined with his dangerous above average aggression. Silvah can try to throw him off but unfortunately before he can get the chance something even worse takes place. The smell of Silvah's skin so close to him... Mavrik can practically taste the sweet metallic taste of blood from memory alone and never before has it been so overwhelming that Mavrik felt as though he was practically blacking out from the scent alone.-

MAVRIK: -He doesnt even remember thinking about it first, doesn't remember doing it, but quite suddenly Mavrik opens up his mouth and sinks razor sharp fangs through Silvah's clothes and into the back of the trolls Shoulder.- SILVAH: -He doesn't yell, or scream, but let's out a furious roar of pain once he feels that swift, vicious bite that seems to cut so easily into his naturally tough seadweller hide- like the sharpest knife ever. Even if he knew that Mavrik had already gotten what he wanted, at this point he wouldn't care- his blood is up now. Since he can't reach Mavrik to shoot him, instead he rolls, slinging the creature pretending to be a troll to the floor and tying to slam his entire massive weight down on top of him.- MAVRIK: -Its like spooking a horse or any large animal, they try to crush you. Mavrik is too caught up in the rewarding buzzing through his skull from having started chewing on Silvah back, he wouldn't say each blood caste had their own unique flavor but it does taste just a little bit sweeter knowing how high up on the spectrum Silvah is.-

MAVRIK: -Not that he gets much time to savor it, Mavrik is brought back to his frazzled senses when quite suddenly his body hits the floor and there is a tremendous weight on him thats threatening to crush his already still damaged ribs to dust, he is certain one of them just completely broke given the sudden pain in his right side. Mavrik shrieks and tries thrashing and clawing to get his way out, he cant breathe with Silvah on top of him and the pain from his ribcage is growing.- SILVAH: Filthy. Cuntin'. Traitor! -He spits at the impact- the shrieks from Mavrik only intensifies his rage. His eyes are blood-shot and rimmed with purple. Here comes the gun, directly following it, the steel barrel aimed right at Mavrik's mouth which is currently stained purple with his blood. Silvah doesn't dare fire it since the plasma splash would hit him too at this range, but it makes a decent blundgeoning weapon in a pinch.- MAVRIK: -For a brief and terrifying moment Mavrik actually thinks Silvah might just shoot him in the head, but getting slugged in the mouth with the gun hand hardly feels better in the moment. He takes the shot right to his jaw and feels the crack resulting from it.-

MAVRIK: -He chokes on a yelp and wrestles to get his hands up to try and grab hold of the blunt weapon being waved in his face, all while turning to spit out a combination of Silvah's blood, his own, and bits of crushed molar.- SILVAH: -Given that it's his arm, Silvah has a much better grip on it and easily yanks it out of Mavrik's flailing hands, breathing heavily as blood spills from his shoulder in a hot gush. But instead of hitting him again, he twists at the base of his wrists again, and suddenly in place of the blaster is a blade- some kind of cutlass.- MAVRIK: -This was quickly becoming a bad fight for Mavrik, as the hands change he cant decide which attachment is worse. Gun or sword.-

MAVRIK: -It doesnt matter though because he wont willingly stick around to find out. Mavrik brings up his knees and attempts to drive his heels into Silvah's stomach as hard as he can.- GET!!! OFF!!! SILVAH: -The kick makes impact and while it doesn't manage to push Silvah completely off, it does stun him for a moment, causing him to rear back. If Mavrik is quick he might be able to squirm away before Silvah savagely brings the cutlass slashing down for a killing blow.-

MAVRIK: -He is seizing the moment and scrambling as fast as he can out from under Silvah. He almost falls flat on his face again in the process of standing up but once hes on his feet Mavrik makes a mad dash for the door. His heart beat is pounding in his ears, blood rushing, pulse rapid. All factors that make him run as fast as his quick legs can carry him.- SILVAH: Ss...son of a bitch.....-His breaths are coming in heavy puffs as he tries to drag himself to his feet again. The blood-rage is certainly strong enough that he would've gone chasing after Mavrik to finish the job despite the small chance of being able to catch up to him...but as his head clears and his heartbeat slows he realizes that they've been rolling around in a pool of his thick, purple blood and it's everywhere- on everything- soaking into his clothes, shining black in the moonlight. Mavrik's teeth were longer and sharper than Silvah ever gave them credit for- they must've hit a vein or an artery. Or something. Medicine isn't his forte. He can't even see the wound since it's at the back of his shoulder but he knows it's deep. He's begining to feel lightheaded. With a low groan, he grips a nearby table leg and drags himself to his feet, unaware that within the next couple minutes the first signs of the infection will begin to show themselves, unware that his mind is already not his own.-

#in which silvah gets bitten #mavrik #silvah balila #ip log #parasite plot

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