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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Stitch:
12/11/2017 3:32:08 AM
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[u]Grant...[/u]
[i]Oh, this tears you up, doesn't it?[/i]
[u]...I'm so sorry.[/u]
Bedlam just gazed up at Grant with a smirk and shrugged.
"Don't worry, father, Panta will be the one to kill me if anything. It was fun staying with you, but...things happen."
[u]We're not leaving Grant![/u]
[i]He's the one leaving us.[/i]
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“Bedlam, I don’t think you get what I’m saying here. You’re treating this like it’s just a punishment. It’s not. I will kill you if you ever come near me or my family ever again. By my hand or another’s.” [b]He sees Grant clench his hand around his pistol, and sees something Grant hasn’t ever done in Bedlam’s company. He looks Bedlam straight in the eyes.[/b] “I don’t want to do this, but you’ve forced my hand. I will not have a danger like you around me, my children, my friends, or anyone I know. I promised myself no harm would ever come to them again if it was in my power. And this is. So you are dead to me, Bedlam. At least few Bedlam I know is dead. The one who would laugh and mess around a pick up girls and have fun with kids isn’t there anymore. Don’t think I didn’t notice those eyes. Last little bit of decency left you, didn’t it? And don’t worry. I’ll be telling your girl about this as well.”
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[spoiler]I will let you know when the next post with her comes up.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Aighty[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Or maybe Pm it[/spoiler]
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[u]No, don't do this...[/u] [i]Ah! Even he knows the old Bedlam is dead. Why don't you accept it?[/i] [u]...don't leave me. I love you like you're my own father.[/u] "Grant...I...." Bedlam's stared back into Grant's eyes, a tear running down his cheek. The kid looked conflicted, like he wasn't sure whether to be mad or to fall to his knees crying. "...I'm still here."
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“I wish I could believe that, Bedlam. But a man lies dead, his blood on your hands. I saw the smoking barrel myself.” [b]Grant takes his hand away from Bedlam’s shoulder, taking a step or two back.[/b] “Like I said, maybe one day there’ll be room for forgiveness. But not while that man’s family hasn’t even gotten a chance to mourn. Not with someone widowed and kids orphaned. Not with you sitting there drinking his booze pried from his hands.”
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"[i]Technically it wasn't his drink.[/i] [u]Shut up![/u]" Bedlam closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, taking a deep breath. "[i]If you don't stop maybe I'll go kill Panta before she can kill us. She has no ability to fight back at the moment.[/i] [u]Touch her and I will[/u][i]-Will what? You were so caught up in dreamland you forgot about me and now I'm in control. Ya can't do sh*t, mate.[/i]" He seemed to be talking to himself out loud like a mad man before he looked back at Grant, one eye red and the other blue. He got up out of his seat and adjusted his red vest. "[i]Can you wait a moment, kind sir? I'll get right back to you.[/i]"
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[b]Grant’s face went cold, stony as he drew his revolver from his belt. Like he said, he had no qualms shooting, or even possibly killing, Bedlam. So that’s precisely what he did. He didn’t say a single word, just took a shot at Bedlam’s chest with a .45-70 round from his revolver. He wasn’t going to tolerate or take any chances. And if Bedlam killed him or hated him? So be it.[/b]
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His eyes changed a dark red right as the bullet had hit. Bedlam fell to his knees, grunting in pain. He coughed blood onto the ground as he spoke. "[i]F*CK! Oooh! Tricky lil b*stard...thought you were the nice one.[/i]" [u]I'm just as capable as you, *sshole.[/u]
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“Nobody threatens my little girl. Not even family.” [b]Grant just shot at him again, his face not changing in the slightest. There was no malice in his face, no anger or frustration. There was remorse, if anything. Grant didn’t want to do any of this, but his family wasn’t getting hurt. Not again. Not after all he’d gone through to get them together.[/b]
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"[i]Oh, f*ck her.[/i]" Bedlam's body fell over after he was shot, he winced as kept looking up at Grant. "[i]Kill her and maybe I can get back to what I'm supposed to be doing.[/i]" [u]Considering Grant is about to kill us and you're the one currently in control...that's doubtful. I'll be taking after we come back.[/u]
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“May God have mercy on your soul, Bedlam. I know you’re a good person deep down. But I can’t let someone like who you are now go on. Goodbye, son.” [b]And Grant simply threw his gun off to the side.[/b] “No. No. If I kill you here, I’m no better than you are. If you bleed out here, that blood is on my hands, but at least I’ll be in good conscience that I tried to let you live. Maybe you’ll learn from your mistake. Never threaten my family.”
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Bedlam snickered and had a wicked grin on his face. "[i]Oh yes, don't droop to my level, Grant. You wouldn't want to see another so called child of yours die, do ya? Especially by your hand? This is perfect...[/i]" [u]Sh*t! No! Grant, kill me! F*ck stop being you and kill me! God damnit![/u] [i]He can't hear you~[/i]
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“I... I...” [b]Bedlam sees a tear hit the ground, it seems Grant wasn’t the hardened badass he claimed to be. In truth, he was just an old man who wanted his family to be safe. He slowly walked over to Bedlam, and stared him in the eyes again. This time, those eyes weren’t stony and cold. They were frail, and anguished.[/b] “I can’t leave you like this...” [b]Grant pulled a Stimpack from his coat pocket. He slowly stabs Bedlam in the chest with it, injecting the healing liquid into him.[/b]
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[i]I think I'm starting to like him...[/i] [u]GRANT! WHY?![/u] [i]He loves you too much and that's now your downfall. Good job. Ya sorta played yourself here.[/i] "Thank you...father." Bedlam wrapped his arms around Grant for a hug, the wicked smile never leaving his face.
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[b]Grant didn’t even hug back at all. He just sat there.[/b] “I saw the smile on your face, Bedlam. Don’t think for a second you’re leaving this place. Not until this is gone. You’ll have to kill me if you want out of here while you’re like... This. Though I suppose that won’t quite be a problem, will it?”
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"[i]Ugh. I never liked you. You try too hard at being a perfect father for kids that don't even deserve it.[/i]" Bedlam let go of Grant and instead moved to go sit down again. He gestured to the other seat across the small round table. "[i]Might as well sit down while I wait to have enough power to put a bullet through your head.[/i]" [u]Ha! He sees through your bullsh*t. He'll figure it out...hopefully.[/u]
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[b]Grant just chuckled, moving to the table with him.[/b] “Now that’s just some bullshit right there. You’re clearly on something. If you never liked me, you could’ve just cracked my neck right there and killed me in a split-second out of revenge. I know the old you is in there somewhere. Just don’t know if he’s ever coming back.” [b]That was when Grant took out a detonator, and pressed the button on the side. The entire front half of the building explodes into rubble, leaving not even a doorway to get out of. For all intents and purposes, they were trapped.[/b] “Ever wonder why I enter buildings from the side all the time when I hear a scuffle? The answer is explosives. Every time something like this happens, I’m ready to trap everyone inside. Looks like this time it actually worked in my favor.”
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"[i]Yes, well explosions are pretty damn chaotic and that's exactly what powers this murderous side of me so...thanks. I get to kill you sooner now.[/i]" He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "[i]Sadly, my teleportation relies on the other side...which isn't exactly cooperating or yes, I would've killed you far sooner.[/i]"
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“Don’t you worry. I know what I’m doing here. Next you’ll probably root through my mind, won’t you? Looking for some sort of violent memory? Heh. I’ve been keeping up, don’t you worry. I saw your fights. I know how you work. As long as you can’t teleport, neither of us can leave. And that means you’ll either kill me and starve yourself of energy to live off of, or I’ll eventually dehydrate, leading to the same outcome. Either way, my girls are safe.” [b]Grant crosses his arms, putting his feet up on the table.[/b]
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Edited by Stitch: 12/11/2017 4:58:03 AMBedlam sighed and rolled his head back so he was looking up at the ceiling. [i]"Yeah, that's what you think. Your girls are so safe..."[/i] He laughed a little, but clearly was more angry than happy at this point by being trapped. [i]"Wanna know something, pops? Panta is going to die. Soon. Maybe not by my hand, but the fact she's all alone and defenseless because she has no control over her power...might not want to be trapped in here."[/i]
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“I couldn’t protect her from those things if I tried. But she has friends, others that care about her just as much as I do. People stronger than me. Younger than me. They can take care of that. I’m not worried as long as me and you are in here, trapped. We’re both doomed, Bedlam. And nobody’s going to come and help you.” [b]Grant pulls a radio from his sister pocket. He turns a dial.[/b] “Phi Station this is Alexander Grant requesting immediate backup at these coordinates. Send a squad, don’t let anyone near the building. They try and enter, shoot them dead. If they’re the ones on the list, knock ‘em out and take them to checkpoint Charlie. Any further transmission from this radio is considered hostile deception and is to be ignored under any circumstance. Roger.” [b]Grant turns the knob back to its original position, setting it on the table.[/b]
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Edited by Stitch: 12/11/2017 5:33:22 AM[i]"I was her only protector, Grant. Everyday I made sure to keep an eye on her even when I was no where close to her position. Y'know, I bet I could blow my way through the back of this place or set it on fire to get out."[/i] Bedlam gazed around the room. [i]"Of course, I just want her dead now so there's no going back for me. She dies then so does my hesitation."[/i]
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“You can’t even kill me yet. And you won’t get enough power to do that. I’ll make sure of that. As soon as you get close, I’ll grab my gun and blow my own brains out. You’re not leaving this place. And you’re not killing Panta. You see, I’m not afraid of death. I’m at peace with my demons. I know what Hell awaits me in the next world. What about you? Do you know what awaits you? What hell you’re sentenced to? It’s not too late to repent, you know. Give up your soul to the lord. Go on up and live on the fluffy clouds when you starve to death in here? Though, you’re probably too stubborn for that.” [b]Grant chuckles, seemingly amused by the prospect.[/b] “You won’t even kill an old man you barely talk to. How could you kill someone who was your best friend in the entire world? My gun’s been over there the entire time. You could’ve killed me at any time. You’re just a coward like me, aren’t you, boy?” [b]Grant takes his feet off the table, looking at Bedlam right in the eyes again, his stony exterior back.[/b] “Face it. We’re both going to die in here. You in hate, me in love. I love all of you kids, Bedlam. You. Panta. Traci. Irina. All of you. But you just can’t be allowed to leave. How does it feel to know you’re going to die with one of the only people in this world that bothered to be close to you? That you’re going to orphan some kids? And I’m not talking to this bullshit you that’s going on right now. I’m talking about real, actual you. The one who knew what to say. What to do. How to be a good person. How does it feel?”
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Edited by Stitch: 12/11/2017 5:33:14 AMBedlam look horrified for a moment before shaking his head and rolling his eyes, going back to his half amused half angry expression. [i] "It feels great and this IS the real me. I'm no different than my father. My REAL father. I'm a chaos manipulator, it's in the title!"[/i] He seemed to be on the brink of tears as he raised his voice, extremely upset for some reason. [i]"I kill and I cause pain and suffering! That's what I'm supposed to do! That's what I will do! I am not weak. I am not a coward!"[/i] He slammed his fist onto the table, breaking it apart. He then slowly began to relax in sit seat again, leaning back.
