Your Peace || RIP
DATE Â / Â MONDAY NIGHT, NOVEMBER 18TH PARTIES INVOLVED Â / Â JEREMIAH THANE, ANDREW THANE, JACKSON THANE TRIGGER WARNINGS Â / Â VIOLENCE, SERIOUS INJURY, BLOOD, TORTURE, KNIVES, FIRE, DECAPITATION, DEATH
There is a moment in every manâs life where their entire world changed. Kaneâs had been Cronusâs death, just as it had been for many others in the town of Olympus. The club might have seen him as a traitor, but he had done what needed to be done. The tyranny of the Thanes had run too long. He was going to be the new dawn, he was going to create his own empire to overthrow the Thanes.
He had known that this life did not come without blood and danger, but he had revealed in that. He loved it. His life had always been blood and danger, his life, he knew, was going to end in blood. He knew that this path could lead to his death, but he was content with that, if it meant he made a dent in the Thanesâ egos.
Kane had, carelessly, believed that ATF was, in a way, keeping him safe from the Thanes. It was a risk to go out and take out your biggest enemy when they were being investigated by the Feds. He understood his mistake when a rag was being held against his face. He had stopped breathing then, trying to prolong the moment as much as he could. He put as much of a fight as he could, feeling his elbows land in the soft middle of his captors, but even a man like Kane Seifer could not win against chloroform.Â
The water that woke him slipped down his face, mingling with his sweat, as his eyes took in the room around him. So, this was going to be their grand final. He scoffed when Jeremiah started to speak to him. He was surprised that it wasnât Andrew or Jackson in front of him. Jeremiahâs wife had left town before he could do anything to her. A coward, just like her husband, he assumed.Â
But he had tortured and scarred and killed Andrew and Jacksonâs wives. And he still got off to the thought of it. âBaby brother hiding from the fun,â He snickered to Jeremiah, before another blow landed.Â
Now, Kane wasnât one to give up, but he was aware of how this night was going to end. Unless by some miracle, he was going to die. He didnât imagine the boys were stupid enough to keep him here for a prolonged amount of time and he was sure they knew they were going to get nothing out of him. He had no value to them. He didnât want to die. He had no desire to and he wouldnât stop fighting until he was dead, but he was a man who knew how these things worked. He knew that there was not a good chance he was going to make it through this.
His thoughts went to Izzy and Bomber, to the Dive, and to the Trojans. He was going to be leaving all those things behind and while he might hate the Trojans most of the time, they were still his crew. He didnât want them to be run into the fucking ground. He didnât want Izzy to be alone. She was going to end up with the pills again, she was probably going to end up drowning in her own fucking vomit. His dog⌠Who would take care of his dog?
His thoughts were snapped back to Jeremiah when he began to take off his pants. What the fuck. He knew that his dick was a fucking joke to everyone, but this was not fucking normal. Even Kane hadnât done this shit when he was torturing someone. He kicked at the other man, his jaw clenched as he fought even harder to get out of the ties.Â
The first cut had him losing consciousness as he let out an ugly, desperate scream. His eyes opened again to see Jeremiah Thane holding Kaneâs cock up. He slipped back under, his body beginning to fail as blood poured from between his legs.Â
The sharp smell of gasoline was what awoke him next and he understood what was coming. He felt bile rise up and swallowed it. He knew that being burnt alive was the most painful way to die. He knew because he had fucking used it for his enemies. Adrenaline must have begun to pump through him again, because he did not slip back under. It was his last moment to have any sort of retaliation. His mouth was full of his own blood. He sucked his cheeks together and spat at Jackson Thane.Â
The fire touched him. He had never been burnt by fire before. He had never felt the pain of his skin peeling back and melting. He had never known what it was like to have nerve endings burnt off. He wanted to slip under again. He wanted to be a coward. He wanted to be unconcious for the rest of this torture, but his body refused him.Â
He saw the axe and knew what was coming next. He was going to fucking chop off his head. He was going to fucking decap-.











