Into the Silence - Chapter 6
Warnings: combat training, guilt, character death mention, survivors guilt.
Taglist: @purple-heart-x, @whumpsday, @everynameistakencarrots, @equestrianwritingsstuff, @greenfrog001
Note: The next chapter will be very whumpy, I promise.
Bella growled as the staff cracked across her back.
“Focus.” Ben chided. “Stop giving in to your temper.”
“Stop hitting me with a stick!” Bella snapped in reply, earning a chuckle from her mentor.
“Your opponents will try and provoke you, Belladonna, don’t blindly charge them in anger.”
Ben watched his trainee roll her eyes, gripping her staff until her knuckles turned white.
He sighed. “Bells.”
She looked up at him, surprised by the sudden use of a nick name.
“Enough for one day.” Ben said. She frowned, but did not argue with him. She handed him her staff, and headed out of the training arena.
Ben watched her go, lost in thought, until Joe cleared his throat.
“You have something to say?”
“You’re too hard on her.”
“This is what she needs to learn. She needs to be able to survive-”
“Pushing Bella to killing herself from exhaustion will not bring Ethan back.” Joe said quietly.
Ben sighed. “Neither will blaming Wrath.”
Joe shook his head. “That’s different.”
“How? It wasn’t Wrath’s fault, Joe. Whatever crimes he has committed, that was not one of them.”
“We wouldn’t have been out that night if we weren’t looking for him.” Joe said.
“No, we wouldn’t have been, but it was Evernight who killed Ethan. Wrath wasn’t even there. You not wanting to treat him changes nothing.”
“Bella is getting attached.” Joe sighed, avoiding meeting Ben’s eyes.
“I’m aware. And I’m also aware that Wrath, or rather, Caspian, is becoming attached to her as well.”
“He calls her for help, and she never hesitates.”
“She hates seeing people suffer.” Ben said. “And I’ve never known you to enjoy it.”
“I don’t.” Joe snapped. “I just hate that it’s him I’m helping. I hate that I’m starting to feel sorry for him.”
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Bella sighed as she walked through the halls. This time of year was hard on everyone.
Tomorrow was the one year anniversary of her predecessor, Ethan’s, death.
Bella missed him terribly, missed his encouragement, his jokes, his friendship.
And she hated that she’d never be able to live up to his expectations.
“You’ll be better than me one day, Bells.”
“No I won’t.” She whispered aloud, arriving at the small memorial she and Joe had built. “I’ll never even match up to what you were. I can see it in Ben’s eyes.”
She sat down in front of the little shrine.
“I wish you were here.”
“We all wish he was here.” Joe said, coming up behind her.
“Tomorrow will be hard, on Ben especially.”
“Bella-”
“Ethan was his favorite. We need to be there for him.”
“It shouldn’t have happened.” Joe lamented. Bella felt something in her snap.
“I know.” She whispered, tears threatening to fall. “Too many people have died because of me.”
Horror dawned on Joe’s face.
“That’s not what I meant.” He gasped.
“But it’s true.” Bella replied. “My mother, Ethan... they both died because of me. I wasn’t there when my mom needed me, and-”
“Bella-”
“And I was supposed to be with you that night. Ethan was supposed to be resting.”
“You were sick, Bella, Ben told you to stay here. I agreed. Ethan was happy to go, you know he was. It wasn’t your fault.”
“And he’s dead because of it.”
“He’s dead because Evernight killed him. Not because you were sick.”
Bella shook her head, and stood up.
“Bells-”
“I don’t wanna fight right now.” She said quietly, and headed for the medbay.
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Caspian slowly blinked his eyes open, instinctively trying to sit up, only to gasp as pain bolted through his abdomen.
Ghost, or Belladonna, she’d said her name was, was sitting across from him.
It took him a moment to realize that she was crying.
“Belladonna?” He croaked out, his voice gravelly.
She startled.
“I didn’t know you were awake.” She said, wiping her eyes.
“Y-you’re crying.” He coughed, grimacing his lungs strained with the intensity. Belladonna winced too.
He struggled to regain his breath, a small whimper escaping him.
Belladonna gently took his hand, and Caspian looked up into her pretty blue eyes.
“Please stay.” He choked out, tasting blood as he blacked out.
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Combat Training
He hit the wall with a grunt, and then another as his butt hit the floor.
"Get up."
He shook his head, eyebrows drawing together and lips tightening.
"GET. UP."
He took a deep breath through his noise, letting it out in a stuttering whimper. He pushed himself closer to the wall as the man stepped toward him.
"I said get up!"
"That's enough!" Both of them turned to face the woman walking towards them across the mat.
"He needs to learn--"
"He needs to be TAUGHT. Knocking him down and throwing him into walls without TALKING to him won't do any good!"
The boy's lip trembled as his mother stepped between him and his grandfather. "Mom…"
"My son, my world… you're too old to fake-cry anymore." His jaw dropped, eyes wide, face pale with guilt. "Your grandfather just wants you to be able to defend yourself." She leaned down, taking his hand. "But if you don't want to fight him--" she pulled him to his feet, "--you can fight me instead," and kept pulling, launching him to land face-down at his grandfather's feet.
He lay stunned for a moment, then began crying again.
The kid is like eight years old. His grandfather is a combat veteran with PTSD, and he feels it's important that his grandson be raised the way he would have raised his own son if they hadn't been separated in the war when his son was around the kid's age (still not cool to literally throw a kid around). He does love the kid, he's just got a stick up his ass. The kid's father attends the training sessions sporadically, while his mother is there for every one. And despite granddad's annoyance, if mom calls for the session to stop, the session stops - hence the kid fake crying whenever he wanted out. So having his mom point out that she knew he was faking was a huge embarrassment for him. After a few too many "granddad takes shit too seriously" incidents, the kid's parents take over his training, and the kid's relationship with granddad improves after that, since he now needs to bond with the child as more than just a soldier.
Granddad's husband will also occasionally attend to distract granddad when mom's not ready to step in quite yet. Mostly by "encouraging" the kid with many swears, and threats against Granddad such as pissing in his underwear drawer or changing the time on his clock back by seventeen minutes.
Tagged this as abuse because a grown adult throwing an eight-year-old around really isn't cool.
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