#partten

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Leethall: Calling Leethall frustrated would be an understatement of massive proportions. The male was pacing in his room in the medical wing, the tubes he had been hooked up to were yanked out and when one of the machines had insisted on beeping, he knocked it over and stomped on it repeatedly until it offered nothing but silence. Now he was simply pacing in a circle, looking from one piece of furniture to the next to decide exactly what he would knock over next. Not only was his father alive, but after abandoning his Mahmen, Lethall’s biological father had come around to do the whole father-son bullshit. Dishing out excuses like ‘I didn’t know you existed’ and ‘I tried finding her, but she vanish’ just didn’t cut it. Leethall was healed enough for him to move around without pain and his body was itching for a fight. Hee needed to punch someone’s face sooner rather than later.

Payne: Payne heard the noise coming from the room down the hall.  She had been passing the clinic as she was going to the training center when the sound of a crash caught her attention.  Proceeding down the hallway she heard more noises and decided someone wasn’t very happy in there.  

After opening the door, she leaned against the door frame watching a dark haired male with her diamond eyes as he smashed a machine.  She grinned when he was done.  “So what did that monitor ever do to you?”

Leethall: Leethall turned with a growl escaping him as he heard the voice of someone behind him. The sight that met him was not one he would have ever expected. While the features of the person were quite masculine, there were distinct female features present as well. The voice gave it away though, as well as a lack of an adams apple. “It was loud”, Leethall replied and cracked his knuckles, looking to the female with his brilliant blue eyes. She had the same deadly eyes as the goatee doctor, cold and penetrating, like she could freeze your very bones if she wanted to. “Don’t tell me you’re also here to talk my fucking ear off”.

Payne: A laugh escaped her lips.  He was definitely in a fowl mood. Kind of like her twin.  The number of brooding males in this place were growing and she wonder if that mind set was catching.  “Well you killed your enemy, so down boy.”  

The look on his face was priceless and she couldn’t help but laugh again.  “And no I’m not here to talk your ear off.  I was heading to the training center for a workout when I heard you killing the machine.”  She watched him a minute more. “I’m Payne.  Twin of the Brother Vishous and daughter of the Scribe Virgin and the Bloodletter. And you are?”

Leethall: Leethall made a face at the female as she laughed at him, getting both more and less irritated at the same time. Her joke had a somewhat similar effect though Leethall shook his head at her. “Oh hell no, my enemy is still alive and breathing, unfortunately”, he mumbled as his mind continued ‘And upstairs feeling sorry for himself‘ in his head.

Leethall’s eyebrow shot up as Payne introduced herself, her lineage surprising him  a tad. He already knew of her father from her twin, who was apparently called Vishous. Better than the line of nicknames Leethall had for the male, but no matter. The fact they were twins was obvious, not only the eyes but a lot of their facial features were similar and Vishous had already disclosed his father’s identity to Leethall. The mother’s identity was a new one, and beyond unusual. “The mother of the race is your actual…?” Leethal could hardly finish the sentence before he rubbed his head. “Fuck me, this place is weird. I seriously need to punch something soon. This asylum is driving me insane already!”

Payne: “Yes, she is and everything here is weird to me, but weird is good.”  She could feel his stress from being kept here and she knew V was a stubborn ass with no bedside manner.  “If you up to working out, you can come with me.”  She motioned for him to follow here.  “I’m sure there are so shorts or sweats in the locker room.  You definitely can’t spar in that gown.”  Payne grinned. When they got to the locker room she went to the clothing locker and found him some sweatpants and a tee.  “Here… try these and meet in the gym.”  Payne headed out to stretch.  

Leethall: Leethall looked to the female as she confirmed that he had indeed heard correct and couldn’t decide if being the actual offspring of The Scribe Virgin was a blessing or a curse. He already knew the answer when it came to the Bloodletter, given the stories he had heard over the years from others. Despite being dead, his name was still whispered with shivering voices dripping with fear.

His train of thought was interrupted when Payne offered for him to come work out with him and he nodded with a sigh before running a hand through his dark locks. “I’d love that”, he said and tilted his head a few times as Payne joked again.It hadn’t occurred to Leethall until that very moment that he was not wearing his leathers anymore, but rather a hospital gown. And a fairly ugly one at that with the sickly white-ish green colour.

He followed Payne to the locker and took the clothes she offered him with a nod, staying quiet for the time being. Once she was out, he quickly changed into the pants, tying the string, so he wouldn’t drop them. Both the tee and the pants were a number too big, but that didn’t really surprise him. He bet the brotherhood fought a lot more than he did, since half his time was devoted to chasing leads and rumours of lessers rather than just going out to look for the things in the field. He walked into the gym, looking to Payne as he started to stretch out. His joints cracked and popped, complaining about the hospital visit that had required them to be still.

Payne: The clothing fit him horribly, but it was better than that gown.  She watched him closely as he stretched, noticing how stiff his legs were.  It brought back the memories of her recovery.  She also remembered how she hated being in kept in bed.  

“How long were you in the clinic?”  She knew she hadn’t seen him before and she was curious.  Her twin hadn’t mentioned him to her, but then V knew she would be down in the clinic and in his way.  Payne couldn’t help it that she was curious about things and people.  

“We should start out slow.  Don’t want you back in the clinic killing defenseless machines.”  She smiled as she stood up.  “ Want to start with the punching bag, treadmill?”  

Leethall: Leethall cracked his neck and shoulders as he finished his stretching, jumping a bit in place to warm up up his body. He punched the air a few times and could already feel his fury boil inside again. The news he had just gotten was agitating and it kept circling around in his brain like a damn bee that wouldn’t just die. He blinked as Payne spoke.

“I have been there a few days. Ehlena, a nurse, brought me in”, he said and stretched. “I’m guessing you’re not medically trained like your brother?”, he asked and moved his arms in circles as he continued to warm up his body.

“The punching bag, without a doubt”, he said and almost pounced the damn thing with no warning. He fired his knuckles at it without wraps or anything, hammering his fists into the leathery POS. His mind had imprinted an image of Rhage’s fucking face on it and Leethall was on a mission to break every bone in it no matter how much his hands complained about it.

Yup, punching something was definitely therapeutic in nature and it was exactly what Leethall needed desperately.  

Payne: “No, I’m not medically trained.  I can heal some with my touch though.  Something my mother passed on to me.”  Punching the bag next to Leethall’s she could see he was finding this therapeutic.  She studied him a while longer trying to get a feel for him, but he was as elusive as her twin.  Why couldn’t all males be as easy as Rhage to read.  

“Why did Ehlena bring in?  How did you get hurt?”  Payne had never heard curiosity killed the cat, so she let hers run free.  “Where you fighting Lessers?”  She hadn’t been in the rotation for patrol yet this week and she was itching to get out there, but she not to patrol on her own.   When she had done a few months ago she thought Vishous was going to lose it.  After a stern talking she had decided to not leave the manse alone again, at least not when V might find out.  

Leethall: Leethall shook his head as he kept on punching, his body slowly moving more and more as it got warmed up properly, showing his excellent form and fast dodging and jabs. “Christ, you ask a lot of questions, don’t you”, he said and looked to Payne before he just shook his head and started talking.

“Yeah, I was fighting lessers. One got me with a knife. Ehlena brought me in to save my life”, he explained and served the bag with a roundhouse kick. “I just got distracted for a second, but that was enough for the ass biscuit to pull a fast one”. He served the bag a few deep punches before he slowed down and took a relaxing stand. “I can’t imagine it being easy having a mother like the scribe virgin”

Payne: Listening him talk about how he was injured, she was surprised by his question. It took Payne a moment to think of the best way to answer it.  “I was raised as a chosen, so the Scribe Virgin had little to do with my raising or that of mine twin.  Vishous was given to the Bloodletter when he was small and he didn’t know I existed until recently.  I knew of him from the seeing bowls.  That is why when I was old enough...”  She stopped a moment looking at Leethall before continuing.  “I ended my father’s life for what he did to mine twin.”  

She tilted her head to the side for a moment as she thought. “Then I spent most of my life in stasis, because my mahmen felt I was too much like my father.  I’m not sure if it was easy or difficult, I have nothing to truly  compare it to.  However, she did make me who I am.  I do not believe I am what she thinks a chosen should be nor do I think I am.”  

The bag rocked as she hit it.  “Do you have family in Caldwell?”

Leethall: Leethall didn’t say a thing as Payne explained about her upbringing and her relation to both her twin as well as her parents. It all made his own upbringing seem like diluted water. Sure, he harboured a lot of ill feelings towards his father and the rest of the brotherhood, but given how things were right now, he couldn't kill the guy, despite how much he wanted to. Payne had actually killed her father to revenge someone else. He couldn’t help but admire that.  

Leethall kept the punching bag steady for Payne as she pounded away on it, arching his brow at her next question. The family one. He knew what answer he wanted to give, and also the one he wish he could give. Then there was the truth, which was somewhere in between it all and messy as fuck. It was easier not to bother with explaining things, nor did he really want to involve anyone further in his business. If he had his way, he’d be out this damned place either willingly or in a bodybag in a few days time.     

“No. No family in Caldwell. I was just following a trail of Lessers”.

Payne: “Have you met with Wrath?” She wondered if he was going to be part of the training program. They switched positions and she held the bag for him.  His punch into the bag was strong and appeared to be a solid male.  “Are you going to be part of the training program?” She had volunteered to help with training, but she hadn’t met any of the trainees yet.  Even though she was as lethal as any of the males, she still felt that many didn’t see her as an equal. Or maybe it was just that they still saw her as V’s sister and were more scared if him then her.  Maybe that was the real question.

Leethall: Leethall listened to her questions, increasing the power of his punches as she asked them, slowly getting annoyed but working off the temper, that was building up. “I haven’t, and I certainly don’t plan to meet him. Got nothing against the male, but there’s no reason for me to see him at all”, he said. He did a quick roundhouse kick to the bag before he went back to the regular punches. “As far as the training program go, if I have a say, I’ll be out of this hellhole as soon as possible and I won’t have to see anyone ever again”. He slowed his punches down to pace himself and did some light jumping in place to keep himself warm. “Now, can we please stop the trivia-shit. Unless I can win something from answering all those question, I’m not amused by the shit”.

Payne: Payne raised an eyebrow at his tone, his anger and his wanting to be gone.  In some ways she understood it, but in others she knew that he had to let go of his anger or it would consume him.  She knew how hers had caused her to hate everything.  How much she still resented her mahmen.  She also knew V carried it with him as did some of the other brothers, but it wasn’t healthy.  

She stared into his eyes as she walked around the bag to stand front of him. “You are naive to believe that we have a say in anything that happens.  The fates toy with us everyday and allow us to believe that we are guiding our own path.  Someday you realize that, but then again maybe not.  It did take me three hundred years to see it.”  

After she walked to the mats, she looked back at him.  “Do you wish to spar or would you prefer to go back to your room in the clinic and wallow in your anger?”  She had decided to be iblunt with him as she would be with the other males.  “You do know that hatred will destroy if you hold to close and never let it go.  And it is a shame to see a male that has such promise throw it away.  You make a good fighter from what I have seen.”  

Leethall: Leethall walked towards Payne and stepped onto the sparring mat. “What the hell are you all running here? A warrior camp or a psychology office? Everyone is all up in my business with their advice and shit, and I want none of it”, he said and took a fighting stance. “Fate can go fuck a cactus and once I’m out of here, I’ll make my damn best to not have to go back here ever again. Let that be that. As far as my anger goes, it’s what fuels my wish to fight, so I’ll keep it nice and close to me, till the day it kills me”, he said and looked directly at Payne. “Now let’s have the fighting do the talking”

Payne: He was definitely warrior material and had that son of a bitch attitude down perfectly.  She wondered how well that anger would serve him when he was alone fighting and outnumbered. On her experience it had served the others well, not even her twin who was half deity.

No, most ended up broken, but there was no way to help someone that didn’t want to be helped.  Payne had learned that through her own anger and through her twin’s. It was time to see what Leethall really had as a fighter.   At first they circled each other on the mat then the dance began.  Payne held nothing back, she went for the first blow hitting him in his mid section and driving him back.  Neither went down.  He tried to undercut her and take her legs out from under her, artfully dodged the blow.  A smile came her lips and diamond eyes as the dance progressed and each held their own.  

Leethall: The female was definitely a fighter worth talking about. Despite her moe bulky body compared to other females, her dodges were elegant, and her punches packed plenty of power. After he had taken that sudden hit to his midsection, he upped his game, his body tensing up and waking from being strapped to a hospital bed for the day. It was getting nice and warm by now. The female went at him again, but this time, Leethall was prepared, blocking her punches and getting hold of her wrist. He did a quick pull to grab at her shoulder, in an attempt to put her on the floor. Her eyes were silver, almost like a diamond. Piercing like she was reading his mind and body at the same time. It was eerie, and she certainly resembled the doctor with the tattoo on his face.

“Well then, aren’t you quite the surprise. Haven’t ever met a female that isn’t afraid to break bones”, he said with a smirk.

Payne: “I am full of surprises, too bad you won’t be around to learn more.”  She was loose in a second and back at him again.  This dance continued for a quite a long while.  Someone watching would might think it was all choreographed as they attacked and deflected.  When they broke apart Payne smiled, “Need a water?”  He looked like he needed a drink as much as she did.

Payne walked over to the a small cabinet on the far side of the gym. It was stocked with towels and bottles of water.  Grabbing two she headed back to the bench where Leethall was sitting.  “Here.”  She handed him a bottle and then sat on the floor with her legs crossed.  “So when you leave here, where are you off to?”  

She wondered if Leethall fought by himself.  That was dangerous, she knew from own experiences. However, she got the feeling that he wasn’t going to change or listen to her.  He fit right in with the Brothers - bullheaded, stubborn and thinking he was invincible.  

Leethal: As the fight finally broke, Leethal almost collapsed onto a bench, huffing and puffing to catch his breath. He nodded to Payne when she asked if he wanted water and was grateful when the sealed bottled reached his palm. He tore it open and took deep gulps as the seat dripped from him. It had been just what he needed, a workout to exhaust him enough to not give a single shit about anything that had happened.

His eyes fell on Payne as she asked her question, though Leethall shook his head. “Back where I came from. Or somewhere else, maybe. Either way, I’m getting out of the city”, he replied and put down the water. He started stretching out his muscles and looked around, locating what he needed, the showers. “I’m gonna have a shower. The male with the tattoo is already going to lose his shit over my treatment of his hospital room, sweat on the gurney is hardly going to help. You’re a worthy fighter. I’m grateful to have sparred with you”, he said and headed into the showers, already taking his shorts off on his way there.

After another successful day at work, I came home and checked my phone...only to see screenshots that my friend from work had sent me. They were pictures of Tyler...with another girl. Needless to say, I went home and snapped.

“Tyler, how could you? We were going to get married! We have a baby together!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Luna.”

“Don’t even try it, Tyler. I saw the pictures of you with her.”

“You’ve torn this family apart! How could you do this to us?!”

“I don’t want to hear from you ever again!”

“I want you to pack all of your stuff and leave...

...this is over.”

All of this happened while Stella was just down the hall in her room, playing away with her blocks.

Tyler respected my wishes and left...and it left a giant hole in my heart to see him go. But when someone decides to ruin your family...there’s no other choice.

Heartbroken and upset, I did the only thing I could...called my best friend from years ago: Sal.

He came right over, not even caring that we hadn’t seen each other in forever. We talked about everything, and I showed him pictures of Stella. We took a selfie together to post on Simstagram, captioned: “eleven years later <3″

Stella immediately took a liking to Sal. He’d always been great with kids, so it was no surprise to me.

Needless to say, Sal fell in love with her instantly. He promised to come back as soon as he could for a playdate.

“I love you uncle Sal!”

“Aww, I love you too Stella.”