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by Zeke on Tue Jul 04, 2006 12:34 am
As he poured the water into the kettle he looked up and found Seraphina watching him. He dropped his head low and decided it he was actually going to share his life story with someone it was about time he stopped being cold.
The mercenary gave his head a little shake as he put the top on the pot. He felt his eyes stop burning and the almost started to dance as a natural smile crossed his lips as she spoke. When he looked up he was continuing to smile.
"No thank you, I'm quite alright."
He found a tray next to the stove and set the pot and two cups upon it, upside down of course. Then, as Zeke opened a cupboard to look for some biscuits he began to speak.
"When I was a kid, my parents abandoned me to an orphanage in Canada. They thought I was a freak because of my red hair, and my red eyes. They were scared, very scared. I don't blame them much, but that's where the story begins.
The funny thing is, is that on the exact same day, another boy, born at the same date and the same time as I arrived. He had icey blue hair that matched his cold eyes. Virgil. My blood brother, my foil, my best friend.
As we grew up I became the rash one, and he the calm collected one. It suited us well."
He gave a light hearted chuckle, which almost sounded weird coming from the cold voice of Zeke, but now his voice had tone, it had texture, it had...feeling.
He set a few biscuits upon a small plate and set that gently upon the tray before carrying it out to Seraphina. He took a seat beside her and immediately began to pour her a cup.
"Virgil and I did everything together, and eventually we left the orphanage, a joint effort of course and lived in an abandoned hotel just outside of New York for a few months before the stealing started.
We were getting just so hungry living off the crumbs of society so eventually I got tired of it, being the rash one and I stole some groceries. You wouldn't believe how easy it was."
He stopped to sip his tea and hand he a biscuit. He promised Gabe he'd take care of her.
"And well, as you can imagine that begin to escalate, eventually we were working for the Mafia on the south end of the city, living the ritzy life doing contract killings and at one point I thought, if we're the best killers in the city, why restrict ourselves to just Boss Merceti, so we took him out.
That my dear, is when I began to enjoy it. Virgil and I just seemed to unstoppable. Fire and water, the two most destructive forces on earth, yet two that are required to survive.
And when, the war rolled around three years ago, you can imagine how excited we were. Virgil and I were contracted to kill hundreds, even thousands of people while the US government paid us to do it. And not only that Mrs. Seraphina, we were donated Leo's. It wasn't just guns anymore, oh no. The stakes were much higher now.
This is the interesting part now, this is where I met your beloved Gabriel Faile and his best friend Xavier Constantine. Old White Fang chums from back in the old Zechs days.
The four of us became great friends, and Gabe and I, as if tied by fate lost our best friends since childhood on the same day, during the same retaliation to an attack by a Serpent squadron."
By this point in the conversation Zeke was actually appearing sad and he himself took a biscuit. After he finished that off, he concluded his life.
"You see Mrs. Seraphina, Gabe and I have spilled the same blood in the same mud, and we have shared the same pain.
And after the war, I moved to London and boarded myself in. There was no point in going outside, no fun in killing. So I just read. I began to read and read and read and eventually I found something that I was missing. Hope. I found a few Buddhist writings and well,"
He pulled off the bandage to the Pa Kua on his left bicep and ripped off the bandage in his right palm of the Tomoe.
"But when Gabe called me and told me he needed a favor, how could I refuse the only friend I have left? I couldn't of course. And now I wouldn't trade that trip for anything. I've learned that I am actually capable of being more than a killer. To be completely honest with you Mrs. Seraphina I think when Gabe gets back, pacifism might be my next step."
Zeke finished his cup with his story and set it down to kindly pour himself another. When he was done he offered her more aswell.
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