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Ryan Reveal part 1/2

Honor Bound 2 - 23 (grief/mourning) @badthingshappenbingo (requested by anon)

Red X is for posted, white X is for requested.

This is a series. Start here, continued from here.

This is a sequel series to Honor Bound.

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Ryan Reveal Part 1/2

Cw: discussion of death of sibling

Tori’s hand closed around the doorknob and she paused for a moment. Once I open this door, I can’t undo what happens. I can’t unknow what I learn. And I can’t take back what I say. She squeezed her eyes shut and pushed it open.

Gray was lying on the couch with Finn hovering beside them, wringing their hands, checking Gray’s wound every few seconds. Gray gently pushed Finn away as they saw Tori walk in and sat themselves up a little, wincing as they did. Tori’s eyes flicked to Sam and Isaac in the kitchen. They both turned when they heard her walk in. No one else was in the front room.

She licked her lips. “Where’s Edrissa?”

A flicker of fear passed over Isaac’s face. “In her room. Why?”

Tori set her jaw. “I need to talk to her.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

Isaac carefully made his way out of the kitchen to stand in front of Tori. He pitched his voice low. “What is it? Is she…?” His throat worked. “Is she…?”

Tori’s eyes narrowed as she realized what Isaac was asking. “She’s not syndicate,” she said under her breath. “No. She’s not a spy or anything. I just…” She bit her lip and looked around at the others. All their eyes were on her. “I went to talk to Daniel Schiester. To smooth things over and give him our information.” Her jaw jutted forward. “Turns out he’s the mayor here. Seems to enjoy quite a bit of control.” She pushed down a flare of frustration. “Anyway, I got us registered with their town hall and um… someone recognized Edrissa in the square. He didn’t say anything while we were all there, but he found me and asked me about her. I just… have some questions. I need to talk to her.”

“Do you mind doing it in here, where we can hear?” Isaac’s face was tense with suspicion.

Tori shook her head. “Not at all. I’ll get her.”

She made her way down the hall further into the house.

It was a sprawling ranch-style house with plenty of bedrooms for them. It bore the marks of heavy traffic; scuffs marked the walls and doorways, the aging carpet was bare in some places, and there was more than one mural scribbled on the paint where a young child had decided to express their creativity. It made Tori smile.

Her face fell again as she reached Edrissa’s door. Her heart clenched and she raised her hand to knock.

She heard rustling behind the door and soft footsteps. The lock turned and the door opened. Edrissa looked out at Tori with wary eyes.

“Hey, honey,” Tori said gently. “I want to talk to you about something. Can you come out to the living room?”

Edrissa immediately went pale and cringed behind the door. Her eyes flicked past Tori once, twice, calculating how far she could make it before she got caught. Tori put her hands up and stepped away from the door.

“Hey. You’re not in trouble. I just need to talk to you. Okay? You’re not in trouble. We’re not…” The words died on her lips. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

Edrissa swallowed loudly and wrapped her arms around herself. Tori turned and walked to the living room. Edrissa followed along behind, her head bowed like she was walking to her execution.

Everyone turned when they heard Tori walk back in. She went to an empty couch and sat, placing her hand on the cushion next to her. Edrissa’s eyes moved warily over everyone as she sat down, huddled on the edge of the couch, as far away from everyone as she could possibly be.

Tori looked around at the others and cleared her throat. She took a deep breath and looked squarely at Edrissa. “Edrissa, honey, you told the bounty hunters your name was Edrissa Worthington.”

Edrissa’s eyes went wide and she shot up on the couch, bracing as if to run. Isaac flinched and his hand went unconsciously to his waistband. To his gun. It wasn’t there. Edrissa sank miserably back to the cushions.

“Hey, sweetie, I told you you’re not in trouble,” Tori said soothingly. “Okay? We just want to know. Worthington isn’t actually your name, is it?”

Edrissa’s eyes were huge and filled with tears. She trembled as she pulled her arms tighter around herself, eyes darting to each person in the room in turn. Her breathing was fast and shallow and a tear rolled down her cheek. “Um…”

“It’s alright, honey,” Tori murmured, her voice low and steady, like she was talking to a frightened animal in a cage. “We aren’t going to hurt you. We just need to know.”

Edrissa’s breath caught in a sob. Her eyes finally rested on Isaac in a look that said he’ll be the one to hurt me. Have to watch him. “No,” she whispered.

Tori held her face and voice perfectly neutral, the way she’d done with her family when they’d all arrived on her doorstep months ago, broken in varying degrees. “Okay. What’s your real name? Can you tell us?”

Edrissa stared at Isaac. “I…” She shook her head. “I don’t have that name anymore… I’m… I’m nameless. I’m a plaything. I’m… I’m nothing…”

Tori couldn’t conceal the tremor in her voice. “Oh.” She licked her lips. “No, Edrissa. You’ll never be that again. You’re here with us, now. Free. You don’t belong to us. What was the name you had before?” Her gaze flicked to Isaac and she stared at him, silently urging him to back down. He shrank back. Let his hands fall subtly at his sides, open. Empty. He looked at the floor.

“Please…” Edrissa whimpered. “Please, I don’t want to get in trouble.” She was crying now, openly, with tears rolling down her cheeks and into her lap.

Tori pushed down the urge to go to her and pull her into an embrace. She pushed down her own tears and tried again. “Edrissa… I might have news about your brother.”

Edrissa’s eyebrows shut up and her mouth fell open. Her arms unwound from her chest and she leaned forward, gripping the cushions. “Micah?” she breathed.

Tori’s heart sank. She folded her hands on her lap. “Edrissa, I need to know your last name.”

“Clark,” she said, nearly tripping over the word. “My name is Edrissa Clark. Is Micah alive? Did he, did he make it? Is he alive?”

Tori looked at the ceiling, trying to keep the tears brimming in her own eyes from falling. “No, honey. Um…” She pushed a slow breath between her lips. “Micah was killed.”

Edrissa collapsed. It looked like the core of her had shattered, and there was nothing holding her up now. She dissolved into sobs, pressing her hands against her mouth, bending forward at the waist until her forehead nearly pressed against the cushions.

“No,” she moaned, and her voice broke. “No… Micah… no…” She dragged in a shuddering gasp and wailed, a terrible keening sound that tore at Tori’s heart.

Tori pressed a hand to her lips and tried to force her tears down. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she whispered. She cleared her throat. “I’m so sorry. Someone in the crowd thought you looked familiar –”

“Micah –”

“—and he knew your brother several years ago –”

“—no –”

“—when he saw you he thought he knew who you were –”

“—please –”

“—but he wasn’t sure –”

Edrissa’s breaths were coming too fast. Her eyes were wide and she braced herself up on the couch, gasping for air. Tori reached out and pulled her close.

The girl didn’t stop her horrible wailing that dug claws into Tori’s heart. She slumped in Tori’s arms, weeping, and curled her fingers into Tori’s shirt.

“…he asked me if your name was Clark when I was at the town hall.” Tori raised her voice over Edrissa’s cries and pressed her lips into her hair. “He knew a Micah Clark who looked like you, and I thought I remembered Gray telling me your brother’s name…” She glanced at Gray and they nodded. Tears shone in their eyes, too.

“Micah…”

“She said he was, um. Shot. When she was taken,” Gray mumbled. Edrissa shuddered against Tori and cried harder.

“He, um, succumbed to his wounds,” Tori said miserably. “I’m so sorry, honey. I wish –” I wish what? I wish your brother was alive? I wish you hadn’t been taken? I wish you hadn’t been tortured as a plaything for two years? Tori pressed her cheek against the top of Edrissa’s head. Tori’s tears fell into her hair.

Edrissa struggled and pulled herself out of Tori’s grasp. She dashed for her room, her hand pressed over her mouth, still sobbing her brother’s name. She nearly collided with Vera as Vera stumbled into the living room.

Tori’s head hung low as tears ran down her nose. “Fuck,” she whispered. “That poor girl… she had nothing but the… but the hope that her brother was still alive, and now she –” Tori cut herself off at the sound of a strangled sob. Her head snapped up. Her heart sank as she saw Vera standing in the doorway of the living room, her hand thrust out against a wall. Her other hand was pressed against her chest. Her eyes were faraway, staring at something only she could see. Tears were streaming down her face.

Tori was up in an instant. “Babe. What��s wrong?” She crossed to Vera and stopped a few feet away from her, hands outstretched, helpless. “Vera? Are you there again? What is it? You can speak.” Tori nearly babbled with panic.

“I…” Vera convulsed forward as another sob wracked her body. She slid down onto her knees and screamed in horror at what was playing out in front of her eyes, in her mind. “I remember. I remember what Ryan did. I remember what happened to Ryan.”

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Honor Bound 2 - 7

This is a series. Start here, continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound.

@carbonatedayquil I believe you mentioned wanting an intro scene for our new character???

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Cw: blood mention, death mention, gender-related slur, pain medication

Fuck.

His chest felt like it was being torn apart with every breath he dragged in. I could just try not breathing… The pain burned hotter the longer he forced his ribs to stop moving. He gave up and gasped in a breath, whimpering as it came out. The sheets below him were damp with sweat.

His throat felt like it had been scraped raw. He did his best to swallow, the inside of his mouth sticky and dry. Water. He realized he had eyes and blinked them open. I just need water. Christ this hurts.

Shapes moved in his vision, dark and light and blue… a lot of blue. He squeezed his eyes shut and blinked again. Where the fuck am I?

His throat tickled and he coughed. His chest exploded into agony. A twisted scream punched out of him and he reached for the pain, trying to press on it, push it away, make it stop. Why why why does it hurt so much…

He felt a hand on his wrist, cool and strong, pulling it down away from his chest. “P-pl…” He croaked. Tears pricked in his eyes, making the shapes so much blurrier for a moment, before they ran down his cheeks and into the pillow. He could see someone sitting to his left, leaning over him, touching him. He choked on a sob.

“Can you get him something more for the pain? Please…” His mind swirled with confusion. The sound of that voice made him want to cry harder, sounding so familiar and scared and strained with tears.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You’re alright, sweetheart. It’s o- ok…” That voice came with a smell, a feeling, a sense memory in the back of his mind of being held, cradled, of that same soft hand wiping away his tears and smoothing his hair…

“Mom…” he groaned.

“Oh, sweetheart, oh my…my god…” A hand on his cheek. He turned his face into it, whimpering softly. “You’re alright, honey, you’re safe…my baby…”

Another memory shot through him like a bullet, a memory thick with the smell of blood and death and fear. “She…” His throat clicked as he swallowed. “Dad’s dead…she…” He heaved a dry sob. “She killed him…”

“I know, baby…” Her voice broke, and her shape leaned over him as she draped him gently in a hug. “That fucking…plaything… I know…” She leaned back trailed off into a wail.

He could see her now. Her hair was falling into her face, lank and dull, and her makeup was smudged around her red, swollen eyes. Her clothes were wrinkled and unkempt and looked like she’d been sleeping in them. And she was…

She was crying. Crying like he had never seen her cry before. She had one hand pressed to her mouth and was rocking forward with each ragged sob. Tears sprung to his eyes again.

“I’m sorry mom, I…” He sighed and moaned as whatever he had been given started to take effect. The pain in his chest was drifting farther away, just out of reach. He wilted back against the bed, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t you ever say that,” she sobbed. “This wasn’t your fault…it was her…”

Tears rolled down the sides of his face and into the pillow. “I couldn’t stop her…she shot me first and I just…laid there…”

“Gavin, stop,” she whispered. “She nearly killed you, honey. It’s not your fault…” She stared at him, her eyes flicking over the bandages on his chest, to the IVs in his arms, to the wires connecting him to the monitor behind him. Her face spasmed in pain as her eyes returned to his. “She took your father from us. And she nearly took you from me…twice.”

The pain in his chest had dulled to a distant ache. He felt…warm, and like his head wasn’t attached to his body all the way. He giggled slightly at the feeling. “The first time was Isaac,” he said with a smile, lifting his hand experimentally from the blanket. It felt like it was floating up of his own accord. His forehead wrinkled with bewilderment.

“She was the one responsible for the explosion too, honey.” Her face worked as she looked at him, fighting back tears as he stared, enraptured, at his own hand.

“What did they give me?” he slurred.

“Ketamine.” The word was clipped.

“Wow.” His head dropped back against the pillow. The agony of the loss of his father crushed his chest and stomach, but distantly, like he was only remembering the pain. Tears ran freely down his face and into his hair, unbidden. “She killed dad,” he whispered. It occurred to him that he should be alarmed that he felt so disconnected to that fact.

“She was your father’s plaything once. He told me before he left to meet you. I never would have…imagined…” She closed her eyes and began to cry again. “He should have killed her. I wish…” She sniffled. “I wish he’d killed her, I wish he’d ended her wretched little life in our basement…”

“I hurt her once.” Gavin’s tongue felt loose. “When I was little. Dad took me downstairs and I hurt her. I never knew that was her.”

“I know.” Her lips curled up into a pained smile. Her hand went through his hair. “I remember. You were so excited, you couldn’t even eat your lunch after.” Her eyes crinkled at him, sending two more tears down her cheeks. “You didn’t stop asking about her for weeks. Even after she…” She looked up at the ceiling and drew in a slow inhale. “Even after those troglodytes destroyed the house.”

“I was excited to hurt her again.” The corners of his mouth turned down.

“And you’re going to, sweetheart.” She smiled as he looked up at her in dizzy surprise. “I’m going to have the entire little troop hunted down and brought back to the Lucasville house. Then you can hurt them all.”

“But…mom…” He squinted, doing his best to wrangle his thoughts. They were flitting back and forth through his mind, slipping through his fingers every time he tried to pin one down. “I don’t wanna see them again.”

Her mouth tightened. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“I mean…” He swallowed. “They kinda…kicked my ass…twice…and…I don’t know…I can hurt anyone I want. I kinda just want to…stay away from them…”

She tilted her head at him. “Are you scared of them, honey?”

“N-no.” His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth for a second. “I just…don’t wanna see them again.”

She squeezed his hand. “It’s ok, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about any of it. I’m going to find them, and you won’t even have to look at them until they’re all in chains.”

“Isaac looks good in chains…” he mumbled.

“Most people do,” she said with a smile. “You can do anything you want with them. You can hurt them, kill them, make them your playthings…whatever you want. Just…” Her eyes filled with tears and she pressed her lips together. “That little bitch Vera’s life is mine. I don’t care what you do to her, but when it’s time for her to die, she’s mine.” Her lips trembled and she swallowed hard.

“But…I don’t…” He shook his head slowly, marveling at the way the room lagged behind.

She squeezed his hand. “We’ll talk about it when you haven’t had ketamine, baby,” she whispered, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his forehead. As she pulled back he aimed a kiss into the air, slightly confused about how she had moved back so quickly. Her fingers stroked through his hair as his eyes slid slowly shut.

“Ketamine is good,” he sighed.

Continued here

#honor bound 2 #honor bound universe #hospitalization #gunshot wound #hospital #blood mention #death mention tw #pain medication #meet Colleen Stormbeck #my oc: Gavin

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