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[knightofhonor]

“I’ve got my reasons.”

From the tinderbox glare in his eye, this will have to be sufficient.

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He’s gotten banned from two others.

Wolf’s jaw works. He shoves the money across the counter again; before Wyatt can protest he turns on his heel, stalking out.

Wyatt opened the till, deposited the money, and slammed it shut before following out after Wolf.

“Why do you keep comin’ back here anyhow? Can’t be cheatin’ with a dead woman.”

[knightofhonor]

He’s gotten banned from two others.

Wolf’s jaw works. He shoves the money across the counter again; before Wyatt can protest he turns on his heel, stalking out.

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“Ayah?”

His eyes narrow behind his sunglasses.

“Don’t give me any grief. I’m just here for cigarettes.”

Wyatt tossed the cigarettes at Wolf, shoving his money back at him as well.  “You ain’t as crazy as they say you are. Now stop buyin’ from my shop.”

[knightofhonor]

“Ayah?”

His eyes narrow behind his sunglasses.

“Don’t give me any grief. I’m just here for cigarettes.”

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He licks his gums, tasting blood.

“Thought as much.”

Leonard shoves his hands into his overcoat pockets, hunching his shoulders, and tries to look away.

Leonard’s dejection looked all too familiar in that moment. Despite his hatred for the bastard, there’s a moral dilemma that runs to the core of him, and Wyatt stammers. 

“W-Wolf…”

[knightofhonor]

@cxttonteethviolence

He licks his gums, tasting blood.

“Thought as much.”

Leonard shoves his hands into his overcoat pockets, hunching his shoulders, and tries to look away.

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why is rage the only emotion I’m good at feeling

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His nostrils flare.

“More or less.”

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Now he does glance away.

“You wouldn’t be the first little heathen to die out here. Hobos. Runaways. Trailer trash. Every year when the temperature drops—things have been said—accusations that we disappear them—“

He strokes his beard, bites his lip.

“And it’s no secret you’ve been sniffing around my wife.

“So…” He starts, narrowing his eyes and clicking his jaw once. “…let me get this straight. You don’t want me to die up here, because you’d be accuse of killin’ me? And you’re basin’ this off your wife gettin’ cigarettes from me. That’s what you’re sayin’?”

[knightofhonor]

Now he does glance away.

“You wouldn’t be the first little heathen to die out here. Hobos. Runaways. Trailer trash. Every year when the temperature drops—things have been said—accusations that we disappear them—“

He strokes his beard, bites his lip.

“And it’s no secret you’ve been sniffing around my wife.

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“You self-centered—“

He masters himself.

“It’s not about you. If it were just you, Maverick, I don’t mind telling you I’d let you freeze.”

“Then what’s it about, Mr. Wolf? Fucking enlighten me.” 

[knightofhonor]

“You self-centered—“

He masters himself.

“It’s not about you. If it were just you, Maverick, I don’t mind telling you I’d let you freeze.”

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“If you die,” rasps Wolf, in the tones of a man addressing a disappointing child, “it’ll be a nasty problem for us.”

Us: the locals, the believers, the real Silent Hill.

Wyatt scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, I ain’t stupid. No one in this town really gives a shit if I end up dead. No one’s gonna come lookin’.” And Wyatt was sure his sisters always sort of half expected him to die young anyway. 

[knightofhonor]

“If you die,” rasps Wolf, in the tones of a man addressing a disappointing child, “it’ll be a nasty problem for us.”

Us: the locals, the believers, the real Silent Hill.

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“I don’t appreciate that, Maverick.”

He grimaces, showing stained teeth.

“I won’t have any of us accused of malfeasance—foul play—no, sir—so you’d better live through the winter.”

Wyatt scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest now. “What is this, Wolf? What’s your game?”

[knightofhonor]

“I don’t appreciate that, Maverick.”

He grimaces, showing stained teeth.

“I won’t have any of us accused of malfeasance—foul play—no, sir—so you’d better live through the winter.”

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He doesn’t step back; he doesn’t glance away. He’s better-dressed today, at least, his beard combed and his overcoat clean.

“You have fuel for your generator?”

With an irritated sigh, Wyatt hung his head for a moment before looking back up at Leornard, pushing himself upright from the counter.  “Yeah, why? Gotta make killin’ me look like an accident?”

[knightofhonor]

He doesn’t step back; he doesn’t glance away. He’s better-dressed today, at least, his beard combed and his overcoat clean.

“You have fuel for your generator?”

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@cxttonteethviolence

He licks his lips, a muscle working in the back of his hand.

“I wouldn’t be out here alone after dark, if I were you. A man could freeze pretty easily.”

Setting his coffee mug down on the counter top with force as punctuation, Wyatt placed both hands on the edge, leaning forward.  “Listen, pal. I’m sick of this dance. Say what ya gotta say, and cut the shit.”

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@cxttonteethviolence

He licks his lips, a muscle working in the back of his hand.

“I wouldn’t be out here alone after dark, if I were you. A man could freeze pretty easily.”

[knightofhonor]

i don’t want to be soft. soft gets you killed out there. no, better to scare them off before they hurt you.

[knightofhonor]

sir that’s my emotional support knife collection

[knightofhonor]

“Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour.”

— Euripides, Medea (trans. Rex Warner)

[knightofhonor]

“I don’t like pity. Pity makes you feel small and weak. I’d rather have someone hate me than pity me.”

— Marco, Book #15: The Escape, pg. 98 (by K.A. Applegate)