Mason advanced towards her. "Enough!" Ajax jumped between them. Mason actually halted to hear out his inspiring speech. His one good reason why they should stop. "This has to stop. Mason, I know you don't like my family, but this is all pointless."
His eyes shifted to Alex who he could tell wanted to go again, the fire and hate practically burning in her eyes. Sure enough the wild thing acted out and Ajax had to hold her back and battle to calm her. Let her try. Mason hadn't had his share of inflicting pain on her yet.
"Mason, listen..."
Alex raced around her brother and swung for him. Mason's head jerked back and went wide eyed, the fist set to connect to his face just missed then Andy was there. As Alex fought with her brother thrashing and kicking, looking like an animal that belonged in an enclosure instead of a girl, she kicked Andy's jaw. Mason caught Andy the same time she was able to steady herself against him and he looked her over checking she was okay before his dark glare moved to Alex.
"How about you tell everyone the truth? Tell them what really happened, you piece of shit!"
Mason took one stomp forward wanting to march up to the girl but Andy was there as a buffer and he pulled himself up short.
"Will you ever learn to stop accusing people of things before you have proof?" Andy said before he could say anything. "What has Mason supposedly lied about? There is nothing to lie about. You murdered Jennova... In cold blood, without any proof that she did what you claimed she did. He has every right to want you dead. You have no idea what it is like to have lost a sibling... He has to live everyday with her murderer right in front of him. Do you think that's easy?"
With gritted teeth he watched Alex ready to push aside Andy if she lunged again.
"This all," she continued with a gesture to them. "Is your fault... Two of the most important people in my life, can't stop trying to kill each other because of you." He scoffed quietly. That seemed like giving her a bit too much credit. And screw Ajax's importance. "The world doesn't revolve around you, Alex. Maybe you should think about that next time, before you try to kill someone else."
For the most part, he agreed. Minus the civility. Alex didn't deserve it. She was selfish, impulsive and couldn't take responsibility of her own actions or admit she was a murderer.
Andy softened when directing her words to Ajax. She was no less tired of them but she was softer with him. "She's never going to learn from her mistakes if you keep helicoptering. She made her bed, now she has to lie in it."
"Just let it be a death bed, Ajax and we'll move on." He strained to keep his voice even. Mason was dead serious even when he knew it wasn't going to happen. He hated Ajax but he'd leave him be and the camp if he got Alex. "And you, I didn't even tell the whole camp you're a murderous psycho bitch who slaughtered my sister which is the truth." Mason started forward towards Alex. "And I haven't lied to anyone. I never claim to be a saint. Never claim to be a victim." Mason glanced to Andy then back at the Valises. What he was going to say next sounded provoking but it was the truth. "You two can't save anyone. Where's your exes, Ajax? Where's half the campers from last year? Where's your mom, huh? All you do is let people down and they normally pay for your consequences in blood."
Mason ripped off his band and dropped it on the ground, paying one last glance to Andy then took himself to the hall.
Alaric awaited readily with arms crossed and disapproving glare. Mason sighed out knowingly. "Yeah, yeah, I'll do camp maintenance for a week." He probably could have got away from the wrath of staff had it not been within camp activities, his own team and monitored.
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TROJANS | HEX:#780707 | Outfit
TROJANS | HEX:#780707 | Outfit
Duke puffed lightly coming to a halt and lowered the fierce flames to reveal a dark-haired woman. "Harley," he greeted and gave a court nod. "Didn't keep you waiting too long I hope?" Sometimes Duke lost perspective of what extreme heat was like to others. In fact the vision of her became somewhat distorted through the heat. Duke tightened the circle not allowing the daughter of Hermes room for escape or so much room as to devise an escape plan knowing her strengths were very much in movement, athletics and escapology.
Duke crossed his arms paying a conscious look to their surroundings then locked his eyes back on Harley. "You can give me your band or you can pass out. Torture isn't my thing but I would like to know the Spartan's strategy too." The flame spat near the ankle. Duke rarely bluffed.