Silas-rules-over-me

Can you? Can you wipe out that much red? Drakov's daughter, Sou Paulo, the hospital fire? Barton told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, it's gushing red and you think saving a man no move virtuous than yourself will change anything? This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer. Pathetic! You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code. Something that makes up for the horrors. But they are part of you and they will never go away. I won't touch Barton, not until I make him kill you. Slowly. Intimately. In every way he knows you fear. And then he'll wake just long

Ray got in the car and slammed the door. She took off without a word. Everyone knew not to talk when she got like this. Eddy sat beside her, staring blankly at the picture taped to the dash. Tim and Chris could see it from the back seat too. The child smiling up at them. It was fucking torture for Ray. 'How could I fucking lose him?!" Her conscious demanded. Her hands tightened on the wheel and she clenched her jaw. She was about to lose it and everyone saw it coming. How could she possibly hold it together? Her Mikey, her son had been taken by these assholes and she was the one who could get him back. She kept it together though. Her foot w

I opened my eyes slowly. Wincing as the light hit my raw eyes. Oh fuck, how long have I been out this time? I thought to myself. Marshal must be freaking out. He usually called the paramedics after an hour. "Em?" I called horsely. I pulled myself off the floor using the broken table as a crutch. Did Marshal leave? Did he take my words seriously? It was just another fight, didn't he know that? It hadn't been just another fight though. He had hit me. My cheek was bruisied and my elbow was split from when I landed on the table. I hit him too. Lashing out with furious kicks and punches when he tried to help me up. He stormed out after I had hit