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Smothered: A prompt. Ft: All the Seeds x Deputy, Sharky, Adelaide, Eli, Pastor Jerome, Sheriff Whitehorse

The Deputy sat crossed legged at the foot of their double bed, focused on the strange objects in front of them. The light filtered through the windows, projecting onto the items of interest to Dep’. There was a glass flower, glinting in the light back at them, a white, quartz rosary wrapped next to it, a designer coat made from expensive leather and silk lining, folded perfectly with the designer label still attached (all though no price tag) and finally,a hand carved knife made from a Elks antler. Confusion coursed through them and they handled each object individually, picking up the glass flower and taking it in. A faint scent of ammonia lingered on the ornament, which when Deputy observed further, resembled the flowers from the bliss fields. This objects, were “gifts” if you could call them that. The Deputy wasn’t certain that the Seed family could gift things, after all the chaos they had caused. And to give these the Deputy of all people? The thought was shocking to say the least.

“There must be a catch or an agenda” Deputy thought to themselves. And there was most likely an agenda, knowing the Seed family and how much they wanted to woo Dep’ into joining their cult. Deputy had remained resilient thus far. Little did they know, the Seeds meant more than that.

The Deputy had been gifted The Quartz Rosary, by Joseph, The Father and Middle brother of The Seed family. He had bestowed it upon them when the bird crashed in his compound, delicately placing it around their neck, cool stone resting on the polyester of The Deputies uniform black shirt.

“No one is coming to save you...” The Father whispered, blue eyes turned green by the brimstone yellow of his sun glasses, acknowledging Dep’s soul. Brunette Hair tied up in a bun behind him, his sins, scared and tattooed along his arms and torso.’Flames hissed and danced around them and the smoke carpeted the air, burning their lungs and sinuses. They had never felt truly threatened before and yet Joseph stared with a gentleness, the hint of a threat piercing through his expression. He lifted he tatted forearm and ran a smooth hand along their face, cupping it for a minute, before tensing his grip on their jaw. The Father bared his teeth and turned, retreating out of the helicopter. He climbed on top of a truck parked near the crash site, His flock crowding around him. “Everything is unfolding to Gods plan.” His arms raise “Begin The Reaping!” bellowing from him like a cry for victory. The cultists cheered and began tearing into the burning chopper. The Deputy fumbled at the seat belt, un-clipping and dropping to the ceiling of the upside down bird. They scrambled out of it, clawing and grasping at the dirt, lifting themselves up by their forearms, they broke into a sprint.

“They’re getting away!” Cultists shouted behind them, chants becoming muffled as their heart pounded in their ears from running. Adrenaline was key now, becoming the only life line for the Dep’. The crack of gunshots echoed behind them, hearing pop of the bullets shoot past and splintering the tree’s. The chaos of the hunting party eventually fading behind them, becoming a memory, Deputy stumbled upon an abandoned cabin. Breaking in through the already wrecked windows, they huddled into the closest corner and stretched their legs in front of them. Breathing heavily, they closed their eyes and remembered the cross hanging from their neck, taking it delicately, Deputy looked it over. Fear still bit at them.

What did this mean?

Shouts from Joseph’s chosen could be heard distantly again. The Deputy let go of the rosary letting it drop back to their chest, they clambered up still hunched over and caught eyes with the dusty hunting rifle that sat on a shelf. They would have to wait and see, what Joseph intended for them.

The coat had been given to Dep’ after being “baptised” or more or less, almost drowned, by the Youngest brother. John Seed. He had Deputy pinned under the water, one tattooed hand gripping at their hair, the other, held firm against their lower chest. The Bliss they had been drugged with acting like an extra weight against them. Water burnt their throat like sandpaper and their lungs were burning from the over fill of water. Stars and a blackness, darker than the waters that punished them, cradled at their vision and arms and legs kicked out and thrashed at their aggressor. Yanking them back out of the water, the air smacked them, coldness biting at their skin, John moved his grip their shoulders,blue sleeves that matched his eyes, rolled up to put his tattoo’s on full display, holding them in place. The Deputy coughed and spluttered, head facing the floor, before lifting their head up to John. His piercing blue eyes meeting theirs.

“You mother fucker.” Dep coughed out at him, blinking the water away and looking at with lidded, angry eyes. Hair slicked back, a dark beard and sunglasses resting on his head, John grinned and ran a thumb across their jawline, pressing down lightly with a threat.

“You will atone, Deputy, every you sin you ever committed, no matter how petty, no matter how small, I will pull from you. This is all part of the cleansing, here your soul has been delivered from evil and you can repent for your sins.” He spoke like he was comforting a crying child, explaining the monsters under the bed. The Deputy felt like that child, soaked in fear and confusion Why was this happening?! They dropped their head, refusing to meet his stare. John grasped their jaw, forcing their head up to look at him, he wanted to be the centre of attention.

“You’ll regret doing this, you’ll see.” The Deputy spat at him. John narrowed his eyes slightly and tugged his lips into his signature smirk.

“I won’t Deputy, you’ll see” he hissed back in mocking. His arm ran behind the Deputies back as he pressed a hand on their back to walk them to the shore of the river, Holland Valley’s golden fields, blue in the shade of night time, blowing in the breeze around them. Water soaked them through to the bone and they shivered in the moonlight, John’s hand remained, guiding them on their path. When they got the shore he shoved them forward. They stumbled only just managing to save themselves from the humiliation of falling onto the ground, John chuckled at them tripping, a low sound that echoed around them, He grabbed Dep’ by the collar of their shirt and hauled them up to stand straight, hand still braced around the back of their neck, he brought their face close to his, whispering to them.

“I have something for you.” His cologne was all they could smell, a strong and musky scent. John beckoned at one his chosen and they stood forward with some folded material in their arms. The Deputy stared, lip trembling slightly, shivering from the cold, wet, and fear, looking back and forth between a smug John and an obedient cultist. The cultist looked down as they handed the material over to John, he took it from them without saying anything. John unfolded the material and revealed it to be coat. A gorgeous coat at that, definitely designer Deputy noted, eyeing the logo. The silk lining of the coat glimmered in the moonlight. Confusion tore at the Deputies every fibre.

Didn’t he just try to drown them? And now hes giving them at coat? Of all things? It didn’t make sense, why did he not carry on drowning them? Why is he giving them this?

“You like it Deputy? Its real leather you know, very expensive. I bought it for you, as a token of my... appreciation.” He laughed lowly. Blues searching Deputies face for a reaction, smug grin still there.

“I don’t understand.” Deputy stammered, this was all so conflicting, they didn’t know how to feel. It must all be part of some sick game they thought to themselves, they tensed up trying to stand their ground subconsciously and looked John in the eye. “You’re twisted” They hissed at him, baring teeth and leaning forward slightly. John tilted his head to the side a little, looking at the Deputy with a look of patronising comfort and what also seemed to be longing on his face.

“I know, I know, It’s a gift.” He flashed teeth at them in a wolfish grin. “You will understand Deputy, soon enough. For now, take my gift to you.” He held the coat by the collar and wrapped it around them, moving to their front to straighten it. “Giving takes courage. The courage to own your sin, to cleanse yourself of its atrocities and be reborn anew.” He finished straightening to coat and took a step back, admiring his work, looking them up and down. The Dep’ stood there feeling vulnerable and held down by his intense stare. The coat took the chill from the air away, but not the chill that was also given, courtesy of the Lawyer. John lifted his hands and held them in front of him, palms facing The Deputy. “Perfect” he sighed. His focus remained on them. He snorted. “Thank you for the coat, John, I am eternally grateful.” John mocked, looking at Dep’ expectantly, waiting...

Deputy glared at him with resentment and bit their lip he is not expecting them to say that, is he? The Baptists titled his hands and raised a brow as if to say “well?” and cultists raised their guns to face Dep’. Dep’ look over at the flock threatening them and swallowed. A small hiss broke from them as they bit back the humiliation of it all.

“Thank you for the coat, John, I am eternally grateful.” They managed through a set jaw and gritted teeth. The baptist smirked at their thank you.

“Its my pleasure, Deputy.” arrogance and victory at his game, radiating from him. “ But now, we must begin your atonement! And carve your sin into you, so I may tear it off and clean your fouled soul.” John glanced to one the cultists, giving him a signal. A bang and blunt pain struck the back of The Deputy and darkness poured into them, hearing John speak as they went cold “I’ll save you Deputy, I will fix you.” his words fading as they drifted out of consciousness.

After being rescued by Pastor Jerome just in time before being confined In John’s bunker, The Deputy left for the Whitetail mountains, to avoid Johns region. The Whitetail mountains provided safe coverage and rough terrain, suitable hiding spots littered all over the place. The Dep’ seemed to have finally found comfort in Hope county in all the nature of the mountains. Or so they thought, before being hunted by the eldest seed. Jacob, the red headed war hero of Edens Gate., leader of their infantry. Dep’ had been captured and was forced into a filthy cage at Jacob’s veteran centre. The affects of Bliss banged in their head. Dirty, blood stained the floors and the stench of rot and wet dog hung in the air. In other cages, Wolves turned white with red crosses painted onto their faces, pacing back and forth snarling and snapping teeth at the Dep’ and anyone who dared walk past. No food, no water, with each passing day the synapses in Deputies brain started to go dark. Their sanity, teetering on the edge. Lack of food and water drove them closer to the point of madness, hunger chewing at their insides, eating at their brain. The Deputy wasn’t sure how long they had been there before Jacob visited them, camo jacket and heavy combat boots alerting them to his presence. He approached and their hands curled round the bars much like how they wanted to curl round his throat.

The Deputy actually let a growl loose from the when they looked up at him, they lift their lips to flash their teeth, much like the wolves That Jacob led. The hunger must of gotten to them, turning them into a primitive animal. The soldier answered with a smirk, crouching down so his blues met theirs.

“You’re a fighter, I’ll give you that Deputy.” Jacob breathed in a ragged tone. “I’ve been in a similar situation before... No food... No water...” He took out a flask from inside his jacket “You know what that’s like don’t ya’? ... Hard to swallow.” He took a swig before spitting it out,The Deputies throat closed up watching the liquid seep into the ground and their grip around the iron bars tightened, The Soldier acknowledged their reaction with a quick flash of teeth and a low rumble that could be constituted as humour. “You had my soldiers hanging off your every movement. You think you’re a hero but you’re not. You are a tool. But you have potential and I like that, I want to make a soldier out of you Deputy, You’re a weapon with no purpose, weak. You are a child in an adults war. Sometimes... for the benefit of everybody, you must cull the weak. I cull the herd, it’s what i do.” He drew a small wooden box from inside his jacket pocket, revealing it to be a music box, he started winding it up. “But I will make you strong.” let go of the key in the music box, the tune started to play ,a familiar melody that Dep’ couldn’t place. Their head started pounding, almost threatening to burst open any second, their vision filled with red and they zoned out...

“ONLY YOU..”.

When the Deputy awoke, they were outside, lying in the dirt. That sat bolt upright and looked around, corpses scattered around them, a sickeningly sweet smell filled them. Blood coated their hands forming a sticky viscosity as it mixed with the dirt. Blood stuck under their nails, clumped in their hair and stained their boots. What happened?! the Dep’s breathing quickened as they stared at their hands, tearing themselves away from the scene, they searched for their gun. No weapons could be seen apart from a knife in bedded in a dead mans abdomen, a note wrapped around the handle. That caught Dep’s eye and they struggled, crawling over to the knife, they sat up placing their knee’s on either side of the knife on the mans body. Whispering a small apology and looking up to the sky, they wrenched the knife from him, falling back as the body let go of the knife. They stayed on their back, holding the knife up to light. It was beautiful to say the least, white, pale bone handle carved into a bladed end, hand crafted patterns inscribed on the blade, lines flowing along it. Deputy ran their fingers across the sharp edge, flinching at the sharpness.They turned their attention to the note tied to the handle, holding it straight in the light.

”It was always only ever you.

Jacob. It had to be, that was the song from the music box! Their head burnt with pain in remembrance. <i>”I must have passed his test.” The Deputy thought darkly, their knuckles turning white on the handle. Stuffing the knife into their pocket, they climbed up, noticing the lack of hunger pains “when did they have time to eat?” shaking their head at thought and taking a breath of air, they went on their way.

After fleeing the Whitetail Mountains, they moved to the Henbane river, making sure to steer clear of the bliss fields. Dep’ knew Faith Seed would show up soon. “The little sister”. She wasn’t blood, and was one in a long line of many, but she was the most devoted. It was after a shootout with the Cultists one day, Deputy was reloading their weapon as was about to go through the cadavers when they heard light footsteps behind them. They turned only to have pale green powder blown into their face, vision turning green and distorting, their legs feeling liquefied beneath them. They fell to ground, seeing slim legs as they faded.

They woke up to find themselves in a field of white and green. Ammonia filling them, the slowly sat up right and took in their surroundings. Bliss flowers carpeting the landscape as far as they could see, and just a way from them, a tree standing firm, no others in site. Dep’ squinted their eyes and could just about make out a figure in white, twirling and dancing beneath the tree’s leaves. They knew it was Faith and they wanted to know, what she wanted with them. Deputy gingerly walked over, blue and green butterflies fluttering around her. her attention didn’t fix on them until they were also under the tree’s canopy. Hazel eyes turning to meet theirs, dark blonde tresses snaking over her shoulders, loosely, white torn hem of dressing swaying in the gentle wind. Her soft lips turned upwards in a smile as she took Dep’s hands in hers. Her delicate skin soothing their callouses. Calmness flushed through them, feeling reassured that there was no threat.

“I know you have heard stories about me, that I’m liar... A manipulator...” She twirled with them, still holding. “But I can show you, the true side of me.” Letting go of one of The Deputies hands, she reached down to pluck one of the Bliss flowers from its earthy home. Lifting the flower up with her, she raised it beneath her nose, breathing in the scent. She giggled quietly, and the flower turned to glass in her touch, reflecting the light. She pressed the glass flower in to the Dep’s palm and moved her hand on top of their, wrapping their fingers around the fragile stem. “I want to show you, how The Father saved me and put me on the path to Edens Gate.”. Ah, a catch, there always was. Dutch had dubbed her “The Siren” for a reason.

The Deputy was speechless, silently watching Faith as she spoke to them. “I used to be lost" She drug out the word in a whisper." lonely, filled with sorrow. My life was meaningless and I plagued my soul with sin. But The Father found me, and he delivered me from the abyss, he restored my faith in the lord when he taught me about the voice. I am no longer lost, I am found.” Faith held on to the Deputy and slowly they lifted upwards to the heavens. “I want the same thing for you, I want you to be free from the cage of sin. Free from all of life’s hardships and build a new life here with us.” She laughed lightly, “I want you to be happy, when was the last time you did something that wasn’t demanded of you? I give you this flower, the restore your faith. That even in times of war, there is still beauty and happiness, to show you, that Edens Gate will protect you, and we accept you, as you are. We will protect you, like this flower must be protected, safe, hidden and watched over. And when you come to us, we’ll be ready. But you have to have Faith”

Deputy tried to reply, ask questions, anything! But no sound ventured out, they stuttered and gasped, unable to draw a response and before they knew it, Faith had let them go in the air, making The Deputy plunge downwards towards the Earth. As the ground grew bigger, Deputy faded out once more, closing their eyes just before impact.

They felt tickling at their eyebrows and lashes and when they opened them grass was giving them fleeting touches. Dep’s hand reached up to rub their face, when the sunlight reflected into their eyes suddenly. They jumped back, moving the light and feeling a cool sensation in their hand. Deputy unwrapped their hand to see the flower that Faith gifted them. Various feelings washed over the Deputy, relief and anxiety fought against each other for dominance. Their stomach bubbling up in response. Looking away from the flower, they looked over to see they were outside Hope County’s prison.”Perfect, at least I am close to the resistance fighters”. The Deputy wasn’t sure how they would explain this to them, but they need a bed to sleep in badly. Exhausted clung to them and drove them towards the prison, Faiths flower still in hand.

The Deputy sighed and sunk into the bed next to all the presents. Hands rubbing at their eyes. All of the Seeds giving them things? Odd wasn’t the word for it, and frightening felt like an understatement. People were asking questions, Sharky and Adelaide was desperate to know where Dep got the new coat

“It was a man wasn’t it sugar?” Adelaide giggled whilst taking a drag of her cigarette, knowing Dep’s financial situation was that of sleeping in abandoned houses. “And getting you a jacket like that? He must be hooked!” Sharky snorted and agreed.

“Yeah man, seems like some ones desperate for your attention.”

Eli was fascinated by the Elk antler dagger, taking it in keens hands, blade almost the length of his forearm. He turned it over and over admiring the patterns.

“This is a good knife kid, it’ll serve you well.”

Sheriff Whitehorse twirled the flower between his fingers, eyeing it suspiciously and leaning back in his office chair.

“It’s lovely rook, but where did you get it? Did you find it on a cultist? I’ve never seen them have these before.”

“I found it.” They shrugged in response. They lied.

They lied again when Pastor Jerome inquired about the rosary, saying they looted it from an outpost. The Deputy was confused enough as it is but didn’t want people asking more questions, doubting them on whether they could trust them or not. If the Seed’s were giving them things, they were probably spying for them. Deputy made the choice to bite their tongue on the matter, that’s probably why they were given those presents, so the resistance would distrust them. It was a very petty thing to do, and very sly. They shook their head as they thought of the audacity of the family.

Little did they know, they were completely wrong.

This turned out longer than i expected, but enjoy! Based of a prompt where the Seed family attempt to woo the Deputy with prezzies.

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