#wargodknox

Since the death of her father Grayson, something had switched in Blake and she hasn’t been quite the same since. The shoot out at the auto shop had only fuelled a fire within Blake to get revenge on the Trojan’s for what they’ve done, for what they’ve taken from her, and for what they’ve almost taken from her. The fact that their plan of attack had back fired and taken a Trojan life instead of a Primordial had been almost humorous to her. Sure, they may have taken down some important figures in the club, but the Trojan’s suffered more of a loss than they did.

Over time, the grief that Blake had once felt in regard to her fathers death had turned to anger considering the man who took her fathers life was one she had once considered a friend to say the least. When she found her fathers body, the first thing she wanted to do was go straight to Knox’s door and shoot him in the head, but after being scolded by every member she came in contact with afterward, she realized she needed to be smarter than that. Their moves had to be calculated and they needed to be smart in order to avoid things getting messier then they already were.

However, there were many nights that Blake had wanted to go searching for Knox and put a gun to his head to demand an answer for why he did what he did. Why did her father have to become a piece in his games? But finding him sitting at a bar stool in plain sight was the last place she expected to find him. It sparked something in her and it took everything in her not to bash his face off the bar countertop. “Kill anyone else’s fathers lately or just mine?” She said as she approached the bar, sitting a few stools away from him to maintain a certain level of safety. She looked down the line at him. He used to be someone she adored, someone she admired, and someone she once loved but now when she looked at him all she could see was a monster. The Knox that she knew all those years ago was long gone and left an empty shell of a man in his place. “I wonder how you’d feel if I took someone you love from you.”

Oliver was out having another smoke break. It’s all so dramatic from the outside looking in, a tired looking Oliver Stone having a smoke, his right arm in a sling, and a jello stain on his sweatpants. He tries not to dwell too much on how he got to this point, as it didn’t exactly feel like rock bottom but somewhere close to it. Perhaps it was the layer of grime and dirt above rock bottom. Or maybe that’s just purgatory. Fuck, Oliver didn’t know. In fact, he didn’t know shit right now. 

He also isn’t entirely sure if he’s seeing things when he spots Knox leaving the hospital. Blue eyes squint, zeroing in on the other man, feeling like the pain medication was maybe getting to him. His head did still feel like it was filled with cement, but his high delusions were never this cruel. Knox was definitely there. “You wanna know something,” Oliver blurts out at an obnoxious level, which of course catches Knox’s attention. “You always reminded me of that weird kid from Toy Story. You remember him? Shit, what was his name..” His words trail off for a moment in thought before coming to the answer, “Oh! It was Sid. The kid that would burn toys with a magnifying glass and blow them up in his yard.” Oliver was being strangely civil for someone who had just been shot, especially towards the man who had a say in the matter and also almost murdered one of the closest people in his life. But here’s the thing, Oliver was dumb, but he wasn’t stupid. He’ll find vengeance within small crawl spaces of someone’s life when the time was right.