you stalk those you want to heal? [REMY]

[Axel Maverick]

Oh, some may call it a curse.
A life like mine, but others? A blessing.
It’s certainly a lonely life.

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It was one of those hunts that seemed like a routine. You went in, talked to the victims, left, did research, went back in the middle of the night, got attacked, left, did more research, and then went back and killed the beast after figuring it out what the hell it was. Axel wasn’t one for routine. Actually, he hated it, hated it with a bloody passion, even though he liked to keep himself organized, he still hated it. A routine to him meant that his life was boring, that there was no excitement. Oh was that far from the truth.

Axel’s life was anything but boring and not exciting. He was a hunter, he was always on the road and he was always killing things, and sometimes getting people killed. But because of the life that he had lived was one that he was used too, considering that he grew up in it, so to him, in a way this was a constant routine and it was constantly boring. They were the same creatures over and over again. There was nothing new, nothing interesting.

Except for that damn demon that had killed his mother… Axel has his eyes set on him and it’s been like that for ten long years; playing a game of cat and mouse. It seemed though that Axel was the mouse most of the time. One that rare occasion that he had found that beast, it didn’t turn out the way that he wanted it too and he had found himself in the hospital with a doctor telling him that he’ll no longer have a sense of smell – which was fine by the hunter – but then he had been told that if he wasn’t careful, he could lose all feeling in the left side of body and end up in a wheel chair. That was something that Axel couldn’t live with and that was something that he couldn’t think about. He had to kill the beast that took the life of his mother so violently…. And because he had to do that, he had gotten himself a dog, a German Sheppard named Winry-Ann, after his mother.

Right now, the two of them were in the graveyard, digging up a grave of a man who was currently terrorizing a restaurant that was once his home. This guy had a history of violence, and at one point had beaten his life to death back in the 1900’s. And now, the owner of the restaurant is his new target, already he has killed a few of the customers. This was a job for Axel, it was nice for him to take a break off from the search of Dante. The only downside is, was that Axel didn’t want too. He wanted to keep searching, he wanted to find the damn thing and kill it for his mother. He could hear the sound of her voice in his head, telling him otherwise, telling him that is was best that he take it slow, if he took on too much, he would soon crash and burn faster than he would want too.

So here he was, standing in a hole that was only a few feet deep, in the middle of the night, and in a graveyard. Winry-Ann was a faithful companion. She sat next to the grave stone with her eyes locked on her master, her ears down with her tail relaxing at her side. Winry-Ann was definitely the opposite of her master, and it wasn’t just from species. Winry-Ann was a hyperactive and loving dog when she wasn’t hunting with Axel. She always wanted to play and when the two of them were relaxing in a motel, she thought that she was a lapdog. It was alright with Axel’s standards, he didn’t mind it too much – as long as he wasn’t in any pain – but sometimes it was a little difficult to keep control of her in public around kids. She enjoyed them just a little too much.

Axel was just about to get into the swing of things when he had heard a growl come from his dog. He had instantly picked up his head and turned his attention in the direction that Winry was looking in. His eyes narrowed a little, glancing to the pup as she stood on all fours and stalked forward. Axel snapped his fingers at her, getting her to stop; he jumped from the grave and pulled the pistol from the holster that he had tucked away underneath his jacket and fired a few rounds into the ground where Winry was looking with her ears down and tail in the air.

“Come out!”

[/b] Axel demanded, his finger getting itchy on the trigger again. “Or next time I won’t be firing a warning…”[/b] When Axel threatened people, he didn’t leave empty promises. That was the one thing that he had learned from his mother, when you said that you were going to do something, you do it. It didn’t matter if that meant that you were going to go to the store or whatever. He knew at the time she wasn’t talking about threatening someone else’s life unless they were a monster, but Axel didn’t care. He was cold and he knew that, he would rather kill someone than help them… depending on their mood.

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But a fulfilling one at best.
Yet my cross to bear, And I bear it gladly.
Someone has to take a stand against evil.
Why should it not me?

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co-starr! REMY BELLAFONTAINE
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[remy]

“Ack…damn pricker bush. Who the hell plants PRICKER bushes in a graveyard? Mon dieu, this was a bad idea. I never go into such a place without my gris gris, but for this friend, I go. And he better greet me with open arms, je jure à dieu…”

Tromping through the grave dirt and damp grass, Remy glared his irritation into the night and pulled his jacket tighter around himself. It had seemed like such a good idea; hunting down his old friend and seeing for himself that his remedies were doing its usual magic. He would maybe even convince the other Hunter to accompany him to a quaint little roadside bar he’d found along the way…and try not to get himself shot in the meantime.

It was one thing about most of the guys in his profession, he thought with a grumble, as his sleeve caught on a bramble. They always had a hair trigger; always thought every shadow was about to leap out and knock them into an early grave. Which, he supposed, was quite warranted, given the amount of close calls they had to have. Even he, when he went out on a job, found himself losing some of the carefree nature he’d been born with.

Bah, everything was just too damned serious. After playing the invisible savior for so long, he was starting to get disillusioned with the entire profession and that was no way to work. Sure, he was saving people and blah, blah…but a guy had to think about his own well being first, and all the drama, the self loathing when a job didn’t go right, the lack of money…it got old, real fast.

And if there was one thing Remy hated most of all, it was anything getting in the way of his plowing through life until he broke his neck on a sharp turn. If anything, he was considering leaving the game and pursuing his new line of work; the making and selling of his family’s home remedies. The common medicines were crap, with their high prices and random side effects. Who wanted to go blind and have bedroom problems, when all they wanted to do was lower their blood pressure? He didn’t understand modern medicine and given that Hunters needed to be on their top game…who better to treat them, than him? Thus, the main reason why he was out tromping through a deserted graveyard in the middle of the night, looking for a guy he hadn’t talked to in just about forever.

…Deiu. Speaking of which, he should have really given him a call before he came over…

Jumping about a foot in the air as gunshots sounded ten feet away, Remy stumbled a few steps out of the bush he was currently plodding through and into the open. Instantly, he put his hands palm up and went ramrod stiff.

”Mon Dieu, it’s me! Remy Bellafontaine! If you have to shoot, do it in the leg…anything but the face!”


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[Axel Maverick]

Oh, some may call it a curse.
A life like mine, but others? A blessing.
It’s certainly a lonely life.

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If Axel had known that the person he was shooting at was Remy Bellafontaine, he probably wouldn’t have fired off the gun, but it was just instinct to do that, and really, he should have called him first. With an annoyed look on his face, Axel holstered his pistol into the leather bound holster that was strapped to his leg, and then continued digging.

“You’re such an idiot Rem.”

[/b] Axel never called him Remy. He found the name to be too girlish, but it fit his friend’s personality. Did you see that? Did he just call that other hunter friend? Yes he did. Axel didn’t show it, but he trusted Remy with his life. The two of them had met a couple of years back, when Axel had first been released from the hospital after being told the terrible news. And it was since then that the two of them had formed an unusual bond. At first, Axel didn’t want anything to do with the annoying and bouncy hunter. He just wanted to be left alone to sulk in the despair that was within him from failing at killing Dante. Really, the over hyperactive hunter had been there since day one, and really, Axel wouldn’t trade that.

Of course, he’d also never admit that Remy was his friend, they had a mutual understanding that the two of them were best friends, that they helped each other out, and they had an understanding that Axel was never going to admit to the other hunter that they were friends. It benefitted the both of them.

Axel looked up in time to see Winry-Ann running over to Remy, her tongue lopsided out of her mouth and her tail wagging. She jumped up and barked with excitement, putting her paws on the well built chest of her masters friend, and then lapping his face. From within the hole that Axel was in the middle of digging, he rolled his eyes and decided to leave Winry there, jumping and pouncing all over Remy. After all, he deserved it after what he just did.

“What are you doing behind the damn bushes?”[/b] Axel asked, shoveling out graveyard dirt. “I swear, the next time that it happens I’m going to end up shooting you.”[/b] Finally, Axel had struck gold and hit the top of the casket. He broke it open with the shovel in his hands and then tossed it over the side and onto the ground, pulling himself out. He gave one quick whistle, which got Winry-Ann to stop jumping on Remy, instead she reverted to walking in circles around the hunter that she hadn’t seen since she was a puppy.

Axel dug through his duffel bag, picking up his salt container and sprinkling it onto the bones that he had just dug up and then lit a match and dropped it inside. His eyes glistened with the light of the dancing flame in the middle of the night. Then his attention had then been brought back to his good friend, grabbing his duffel bag and his shovel, walking around the grave just to put it down again to hold his hand out for the usual handshake… that he just hoped to God didn’t result into one of those “man-hugs” that he’s heard Remy call it.

Axel would also never admit this either, but he missed his friend and his usual hyper antics. It had been a little too quiet in his life without Remy’s loud obnoxious behavior. It was good to see him, and he was glad to see that Remy didn’t change. He had chuckled to himself, and shook his head a bit, making eye contact with him.

“What are you doing here? And why are you stalking me in a graveyard? It would’ve been a little more acceptable if I found you at my motel room… but I’m not sure I’m comfortable knowing that you’re stalking me here.”[/b]

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But a fulfilling one at best.
Yet my cross to bear, And I bear it gladly.
Someone has to take a stand against evil.
Why should it not me?

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[remy]

Slowly, as if he were still expecting a shot to go off at any second, Remy lowered his arms. At first, it took him a minute to realize that Axel was not about to ‘pop a cap in his ass,’ as he’d heard the saying go and once it finally sank into his head, did he slump forward slightly in relief. He’d known that his friend had one hell of a short fuse lately, but…really now! Yes, they were standing in the middle of a graveyard that could be considered creepy when alone, but wasn’t Axel a big, bad Hunter? Didn’t he make monsters quake and piss their pants just by eyeballing them? He didn’t have to be so damn twitchy, if he was such a bad ass!

Muttering to himself in his native Cajun, he yanked off his baseball cap and smacked it against his leg in agitation. ”And you need to take a chill pill, mon ami,” He replied with a growl similar to his friend’s.

While he was known to be the happy-go-lucky guy with the strange accent, he did have his bouts of temper and this was certainly starting out to be one of them. It probably wasn’t a good thing, given Maverick’s own natural temperament, but staring down the barrel of a gun tended to make him a bit tense. It took five- FIVE!- calming breaths for him to grab his zen by the seat of its pants and yank it back to him.

”I was not hiding, you loon! I was trying to find you. But is so dark in this damnable place that I couldn’t find the path through, so I took a shortcut. And—ack! Down, you mangy mongrel! OOF!”

Stumbling a step backwards as Winry-Ann proceeded to remind him of her admirable size, he couldn’t help but chuckle and pet the massive head currently butting against his chest. Axel seemed to be a lot of things- irritable, easily annoyed, sarcastic and sometimes, just downright mean- but he had a feeling that it was all an act most of the time. What naturally growly person would keep such good care of another living, breathing being? It was one of the things that had made him list the other Hunter under his list of friends; the mere fact that, though he tried to convince everyone that he hated them, he did indeed have some kind of gushy heart.

And it was his, Remy Bellafontaine’s, mission in life to finally make the man loosen the Hell up. He was still trying to put together what made his friend so damn uptight, but one day, that hairy bastard was going to crack a smile. Or laugh. Or hell, he wouldn’t be greedy; look as if he wasn’t ready to crack heads open for at least two minutes.

One day, it would happen, and it would half be because of him. Hmm…maybe Axel needed to get laid? Remy bit back a grin at the thought, mentally shifting through his ‘little black book’ of very beautiful women. There was a sweet little blonde down in Toussant’s that would DEFINITELY put a happy look on the Hunter’s face, if she had her way…

Wrinkling his nose as flames licked up at the darkened sky above their heads, he kneeled down to pat the happy hound’s head again. ”Blech, that got the damn smell of death on it,” He grumbled. ”I never did get used to the stench. I came to see how you were doing, mon ami; see how those remedies I gave to you last time we met are doing some good. And drag your ugly ass back out into society, ‘cause I can practically smell the hermit on you.”



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[Axel Maverick]

Oh, some may call it a curse.
A life like mine, but others? A blessing.
It’s certainly a lonely life.

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From the corner of his eye to see his friend over there relax. Yes, Axel was an uptight person and he was always on guard. To be honest, he didn’t know that he had pulled the trigger till he heard the rounds being fired. It wasn’t good, he always blacked out when he was on the kill, and that eventually led to innocent people being hurt or killed. And you know what? There was a rather large part of Axel that just didn’t give two shits. Of course he was never going to voice that to his friend here. Why? Well, that would just go against everything that hunters stood for right? To be honest, Axel never wanted to be in this life to begin with, but it was all that he ever knew.

Though Axel did wish that Remy would pick a different nickname! Axel might have dropped out of school, but he was well aware that mon ami was French for “my friend.” Sure, they were friends, but Axel didn’t like having a nickname that sounded so… romantic. Axel definitely didn’t swing that way at all, and didn’t plan on associating himself with anything that would make someone think that. Then again, they were in the middle of a graveyard, someone was bound to question why he was in a graveyard before they would question his sexual orientation.

“Hn.”

[/b] Axel started back to Remy. “I think that you shouldn’t stalk people in a graveyard. Especially creeping up behind bushes.”[/b] he crossed his arms over his chest, his serious features were beginning to disappear. He didn’t know what it was, maybe it was the happy-go-lucky presence that the other hunter gave off that made Axel start to calm down and relax. He was the only friend that the thin hunter had other than his dog, but then again maybe it was because of Remy’s personality and happy presence was actually making Axel feel sick. He always got calm when he was feeling sick and he didn’t understand how people could be so happy and joyous, especially the ones that knew about what was truly wrong with this world.

A smirk appeared over Axel’s features as soon as he was forced to shut up because of Winry. He really didn’t want to go into detail about how stupid it was to stalk a hunter inside of a graveyard. The other hunter was pretty sure that if it had been anyone else, Winry would have torn off his arm and if any other hunter had been in Axel’s place, Remy would’ve been shot in the head. Things were definitely a lot different now than they were way back in the day.

Winry’s tail wagged excitedly as she was given love from her master’s friend. Winry-Ann wanted to make sure that Remy understood that she was the spotlight right now, not her master. It was strange when other hunters go to know the two of them simply because they were such polar opposites, Winry and Axel. Winry was fun loving, outgoing, protective, and hyper dog who just wanted attention and wanted someone to play with while Axel was a moody and angry person all the time. Though there was something that Remy was able to see in Axel that had been mentioned. He wasn’t entirely a terrible person.

There’s no such thing as a bad dog, just a bad owner, and clearly with the way that Winry-Ann had turned out, there is nothing terrible about Axel. He was able to raise a dog to be on her best behavior but at the same time, enjoy the company of a human being. With that point made, on the inside, Axel wasn’t horrible. He was actually a caring and a decent man that needed someone goo in his life that needed to remind him of how great everything could truly be. All Axel ever knew was abandonment and death… he needed a change but he also needed a reason to make that change.

Though he frowned at the mention of Remy’s remedies; heh, Remy’s Remedies. That’s what Remy should really do. He should quick the hunting gig and start a little underground shop for hunters where they could get the best care and start healing themselves. Whatever Remy had given him for his left side was utterly perfect and for a little while, it was beginning to work. But there was something about them that Axel had realized that he didn’t have the time to apply the cream onto his body, and he didn’t have the time to stop by Remy to get more. He was beginning to realize that his body worked wonders while he was using it, but since he had recently ran out, his body was taking a toll. The nerves on his side were beginning to act up on him, and there was a point in time where he needed to use a crutch. He was currently trying to ween his body off of the miracle that it worked.

“Hn. I ran out recently.”[/b] Axel started. “It works. I just don’t have the time to put it on every morning and every night. My nerves became to dependant on it. I just recently got off crutches because of it. Anyway you can make it less needy?”[/b]

For now, Axel was going to ignore the hermit comment, though he couldn’t as a smirk appeared over his face and his arms crossed over his chest as Winry-Ann came and sat down at his side. “Well, this hermit would like to know if you want to discuss this over a beer or here in the middle of a graveyard.”[/b] Guess he really should’ve asked that before spilling Remy some of the details about his home made medicine.

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But a fulfilling one at best.
Yet my cross to bear, And I bear it gladly.
Someone has to take a stand against evil.
Why should it not me?

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lyrics! Why Not Me? – Within Temptation

[remy]

Remy could almost hear the mental cringe as he used the ever hated nickname and bit back a snicker. Poor Axel; he knew his friend hated to categorize anyone, instead preferring to see them all as potential enemies down the road. It was a bit of a jaded way of looking at things, but given the hunter’s background…he supposed that it was to be expected. Most men would have broken, but Axel? His ami was either too stupid or too stubborn to give into that ‘inevitable’ conclusion.

And after a few witty banters traded back and forth with the man, Remy was betting on the latter.

Resolutely putting his hat back on his head in an attempt to save it from the spirited pooch circling him, he just mumbled a few choice words in Cajun under his breath and shot his friend a glare. ”Stalk? Bah, I don’t stalk you! I just come down here to make sure you’re doin’ alright. I hear from a few friends that you’re hunting and I know from experience where these kinds of hunts take you, so I come. And feh, you try gettin’ through a graveyard in the dark with no moon! It’s bad luck to walk over them graves, so I take the scenic route. Don’t want no angry spirit hanging onto my shoulders when I get outta here; no sir.”

When his little rant was over, he cast an almost wary look at the gravestones around them. As the result of his upbringing and his chosen profession, ‘superstitious’ was an understatement when describing him. He was convinced that their being in the cemetery, disturbing the dearly departed- even if it was to save some of the living- was making some bad spirits come out of the woodwork, looking for a body to make their home in. And given the usually angry, brooding nature of his fellow Hunter…well, the Cajun was just about ready to reach into his bag and give them both a shower of some of his protective herbs. They’d smell like gym feet for three days, but it would keep that bad juju away!

He wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing that Axel’s next statement thoroughly distracted him. A scowl darkened his normally smiling face for a minute as he eyed his friend. Already, he could see the tell tale stiffening and the discomfort that the other man tried so hard to hide, and he resisted the urge to walk on over and give him a nice whack upside the head. He liked to have all his limbs intact, but…really now.

Giving Winry-Anne an absent pat on the back, he let loose a sigh and rolled his eyes, muttering a prayer under his breath. ”You’re as stubborn as always, brother,” He said, exasperated. ”My remedies done make you move fast, but when you run out, you don’t call. I don’t understand you…wait, less what? Boy, my remedies aren’t addictive! Watchoo talkin’ about? For that, you owe me a drink. Come; let’s leave your fiery girlfriend over there and go back to town. I saw a right nice bar down ‘dere where we can talk regular. This place gives me the chills…bad spirits out everywhere…got no sense…”

The rest of what he said faded into Cajun, as he turned around to march toward the path, hopeful that Axel wasn’t about to go into one of his famous dark moods and shoot him in the leg.



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[Axel Maverick]

Oh, some may call it a curse.
A life like mine, but others? A blessing.
It’s certainly a lonely life.

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Remy was the only one that even knew what he had gone through. And it wasn’t like Axel told him willingly either. In the beginning when the two of them had met, they had a mutual understanding to not give away secrets. Well, more like there was an understanding that Axel wasn’t going to be giving away too much of his life. Because of his rare medical condition Axel had to tell him what had happened. There weren’t many details given, but he knew more than anyone he has ever met so far and he was still breathing. Remy was a lucky one.

Axel Sastre Maverick couldn’t help but snicker, roll his eyes, and smirk. “Right. Whatever you say, Rem.”

[/b] Axel wasn’t really one to argue. He was too quick tempered for that, and he had a tendency of when he was angry of pulling the gun that was holstered at his side and shooting a couple of rounds into the one that he was fighting with. And because he actually liked Remy, he was avoiding it. Though it definitely did not shock him to learn that Remy was a little superstitious, he was a hunter after all and a lot of them were like that because of the things that they saw. Axel was one of the few that actually didn’t give a damn about all of that. If he was going to die, it definitely would’ve happened already.

Winry-Anne enjoyed the company of others rather than just her master. It had been far too long since she’s seen Remy Bellafontaine, and it saddened her just a little bit when the man had taken his hat – which she was having a field day sniffing – and put it back onto his head. After the pat that he had given her, Winry-Anne whined and then moved to sit next to Axel. Her master’s hand brushed against the fur on her head before he laced his fingers around her ear scratching it.

His eyes rolled to the reaction of Remy and then shook his head. Whether he wanted to believe it or not, Axel’s body was beginning dependant on the stuff that had been given to him, and he didn’t need that to happen. He understood that Remy made it so that it didn’t do that, but his muscles were used to having the medication that going without it was a little painful. He had decided though that dropping the subject was best and he shrugged his shoulders. He chuckled, watching as Remy went back in the direction that he came from.

“Wouldn’t it just be easier to take my truck.”[/b] He pointed out the black dodge Ram truck that Axel had parked nearby. Winry-Anne went running to the truck and sat down patiently waiting for her master and his friend to join her. Axel walked over, opened the door and allowed her to hop in and jump into the back before he climbed into the driver seat and started up the massive truck, of course after he had thrown everything that he had taken out into the bed of the vehicle.
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But a fulfilling one at best.
Yet my cross to bear, And I bear it gladly.
Someone has to take a stand against evil.
Why should it not me?

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lyrics! Why Not Me? – Within Temptation
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[remy]

“Gah! For God’s sake, with the pricker…bushes…BAH!” A string of curses in Cajun followed the muttered sentiment, as Remy finally managed to force his way onto the main cemetery path. He hadn’t wanted to walk anywhere near those gravesites, especially after the newly performed ‘Salt BBQ’ ritual and thus, the only route left to him was the way he came. Axel was probably not going to join him- the poor guy probably thought he was a bit off his rocker as it was- so he didn’t wait up. Only when he made it to the truck did he stop and turn around.

…Though, that was more to yank a few prickers out of the seat of his pants. God Almighty, who the hell put pricker bushes in a freaking cemetery?! There was nothing pretty about them, dammit!

Grumbling when the other hunter came over, all cool and calm as a spring day, he went over to the passenger side and hopped in. He’d left his car at the motel he was staying in, preferring to walk, as opposed to putting even more of that black engine smoke into the atmosphere. He knew that Axel would offer a ride, and anyway…he missed walking through the streets at night, staring into the inky blackness while the animals in the woods around him went about their business. It made him homesick for the cateydids in the bayous.

“Ah…yes, this is much better,” He sighed, leaning back into the leather seat. Making himself comfortable as his friend drove, he looked out into the night. He knew his friend wasn’t much of a talker, so he kept his peace until they reached the bar. It was a bit on the rowdy side- lots of bikers, drunken townies and loose women- but the beer was good, if memory served. Once the car was parked, he hopped right out and made a beeline for the cleanest booth in the back. Then, as usual, he turned up the charm around the waitress who sauntered over and ordered them two drafts.

It was going to be an interesting night, he had a feeling. Sure, he loved hanging out with the friends he had, given that there weren’t many that he cared to call on outside of work…but Axel was probably one of the most closed off men he’d ever met. Trying to get personal information out of him was like prying a terrier off of its prey. But damn, he was going to try.

God help him.

”So, mon ami. What have you been up to, eh? What was that you were hunting?”



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[Axel Maverick]

Oh, some may call it a curse.
A life like mine, but others? A blessing.
It’s certainly a lonely life.

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You want to know what Axel appreciated about Remy? Remy respected the fact that there were things that Axel didn’t do, and talking while driving was one of them. He knew thought that his friend was the talkative type, sometimes Axel assumed that Remy was just in the wrong body. He really should’ve been born a female, and he was pretty sure that it was because of Remy’s antics that were so… girly that kept Axel around him. You know, because he has that thing where he needs to respect all women because of his mother.

He ride to the bar was a short one, and Axel slide out of the tall truck and turned to look at Winry-Ann who was staring at attention. He shook her head and pointed at her, then her ears folded back a little bit as she rested her head onto the arm of one of the seats in front of her as Axel closed the door. He walked in after Remy and nearly lost him as his “friend” beelined it to the table in the back, that Axel actually liked. He wandered over, slid his chair out and dropped himself into it.

Cold bright blue eyes looked to the waitress and then glanced to the Cajun sitting across from him. He said nothing for a while, his fingers lightly dancing on the cross charm that was dangling around his neck. Axel wasn’t one for conversation, and he definitely wasn’t one to throw his personal business all over the place. Sadly, the older hunter had learned his lesson a long time ago about trusting people and telling them their secrets. They use it against you, and how did he know this? Well it was one of the reasons why his mother had killed the only father figure that he ever knew. Cyrus Tarwater, the much older hunter had thought that it would be a good idea to his her parents to dangle over his mother’s head so that he could get her into bed. He was obsessive of Axel’s young mother and he remembered all too well how loudly they fought each other.

It was because of Cyrus and his death that Axel closed off the world, and when the waitress returned with their beers, he took his and snapped it open without the help of the woman and took a long drink before placing it down onto the surface of the table. “What kind of hunts do you think I’ve been on?”

[/b] Axel lifted his eyebrow in question. Remy was a hunter, he knew how it went. He hunted everything, but really, in the secret of his life, this was the first hunt that Axel had been on an actual hunt. All day and night he had spent his time trying to track down a missing father and a demon who had brutally murdered his mother in front of him.

You see, Remy knew that Axel was a demented man… but no one really know how demented he truly was.

“Hn…”[/b] Axel rolled his eyes a little. “It was just your typical hunt. Family had a ghost problem, find out what the hell it is. And kill it. This hunt was a woman who had a bad history with men, particularly husbands.”[/b]



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But a fulfilling one at best.
Yet my cross to bear, And I bear it gladly.
Someone has to take a stand against evil.
Why should it not me?

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co-starr! REMY BELLAFONTAINE
word count! 664
picture credit! ME
listening too! When Heaven’s Not Far Away – Cold
lyrics! Why Not Me? – Within Temptation
notes! x3 It's alright sweetheart! I don't mind waitinggggg. -is nom'd on- Are you at least feeling better? <3