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Post by Axel Maverick on Jan 21, 2012 5:24:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]  I’M STILL WAITING FOR A LIFE THAT NEVER WAS
It had been about a week since Axel had confronted his father. Honestly, he was never going to admit it, but he felt somewhat… lighter. He knew that the reason why he was such an angry and violent person was simply because of what his father had done to his mother and how Axel had ended up later in life. Of course there was going to be nothing that was going to change his mind about Florian, to Axel, he’ll always and forever be the reason why his mother was dead and there was no changing that. Now though that he’s had the chance to talk to him, he didn’t feel as angry about things anymore.
Axel was telling himself that the reason why he didn’t feel like himself was simply because he was emotionally tired and run down. Why? Because Florian had called him earlier in the week to tell him that he was prepared for whatever it was that Axel wanted him to do, but the younger hunter wanted to wait. Why did he want to do that? Because Florian had no idea what was going to happen and Axel didn’t tell him till he had driven to his home and picked him up.
He had explained to Florian that Kaylynn was still here and that she had unfinished business, and the look that Florian had given to is eldest son was a seldom look, almost as if he had already understood what he had meant. Axel continued to inform the older gentlemen that he had done everything right about burying his mother, that the headstone had nothing but an empty coffin underneath it and that he had burned his mother’s ashes, other than the cross necklace that he had taken from her that she had actually received from Florian when the two of them were together. Kaylynn’s spirit was locked in the room that hotel room that they were staying in as a death echo and she appeared every year for three days where she relived her death and torture over and over again.
The hotel that the room resides in had closed off that room because of guests coming down in a panic to explain the situation to them, but every time someone had gone up to the room, there was nothing there. It’s happened countless times and finally they had just decided that they weren’t going to give out the room. Which is strange considering that it’s Salem people are there to enjoy the lives of the Supernatural but this was something different, this was actually real. There were a lot of ghost tours however that came around and went into the room to explain what had happened there and they discussed about the bloody scene and that police still didn’t know where the body was and using their DNA technology of the ages, they had discovered that the body belonged to Kaylynn Maverick. There was still an open case to find Axel considering that she had kidnapped him from child services.
Axel had finally parked his truck in the parking lot of Salem Inn, leapt out with Winry following behind him and wandered inside of the inn not bothering to wait for Florian. Not because he didn’t like the man, but because the clerk of the inn always gave him a hard time when he wanted to stay in the room. Yes, Axel had stayed in that room more times than he’d like to count…. He did it so that he could see his mother and attempt to get her to move on, to wake her up and have her pass over. He couldn’t do it and he had discovered that the first time that he had stayed there just two years after her death, he needed his father to break her out of it.
So, if you haven’t figured it out, today was the first night of Kaylynn’s existence in the room, which meant that today it has been eleven years since Kaylynn was tortured, raped, and murdered by Dante.
After what seemed like a lifetime of arguing with the clerk, Axel was finally able to pay for the room. He looked at Florian and gestured his head towards the stairs as he grabbed the metal keys, handing onto Florian as the two of them worked their way up to the third floor.
He wandered down the hall of the third floor, his grey eyes scanning for that faithful door. As soon as he had found it, he couldn’t help but stand there and stare at hit. The memory of the smell of blood and sex was racking his brain and the images of his mother’s mangled and weak body being flung around the room flashed heavily before him. His face grew paler than usual for just a second, but then he shook himself out of it by blinking and shaking his head. Finally he unlocked the door and allowed Winry in before he stepped inside, waiting for Florian to enter before closing the door.
“We can either wait till six o’clock.” |
[/b] Axel started, his voice already sounding emotionally drained and tired as he glanced to the clock. “Which is in a couple of hours, or we can summon her…”[/b] Axel wasn’t going to inform Florian that the scene that he was about to see was probably the worst that any human being was going to lay eyes upon, because with Kaylynn’s ghostly existence comes with a violent scenery… [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Florian Raniari on Feb 16, 2012 21:07:54 GMT -5
 I cannot leave here, I cannot stay
Forever haunted, more than afraid
Asphyxiate on words I would say
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blueFlorian had thought-- hoped, even--that he'd never know this feeling again. The feeling of being on the road, duffel bag of weapons and gear close at hand, knowing that he was on his way to confront something unnatural. How many times during the training with Sastre had he longed to simply be done with all of this: no more hunting, no more ghosts or demons or vampires, no more life on the road, no more loading and cleaning and reloading and checking weapons over and over... Yet, here he was, in a truck with the son he'd never even known existed. A son who was almost a mirror image of Florian himself some twenty or so years ago... The older man had remained mostly silent throughout the trip, simply listening to what Axel had to say and asking a few clarifying questions. Now that he knew what was happening, and what was needed to send Kaylynn's spirit on her way, Florian was ready to do whatever was necessary. That he was in some way responsible for the young woman's fate Florian didn't doubt, and he would see to it that she could finally rest in peace. When they finally arrived at the inn, Sastre stepped out of the truck and followed Axel inside, silent as ever. He'd already spoken his piece to his sun in the cemetery that day, and it didn't seem that there was much else to say. At least, not until this was all over. Then and only then might the two of them be able to consider some sort of relationship... And Florian honestly hoped that such a thing was possible. Despite their differences and everything else, Axel was his son. The two of them made their way up the stairs, Winry at their heels, until they reached the room. Unlocking the door and stepping in, Axel waited until Florian had entered before closing and locking it once more. It was the typical sort of room that you'd expect from a motel like this, and it may as well have been any of a hundred such rooms that Florian had stayed in over the years. After setting his duffel bag down beside one of the beds, Florian sat down and eyed his son. "Whatever you think is best, Axel. In this situation, you're the expert, and I bow to your judgment. Though I must say, the sooner begun, the sooner your mother can move on." |
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Post by Axel Maverick on Feb 26, 2012 23:46:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I’M STILL WAITING FOR A LIFE THAT NEVER WAS
I don’t want her to go.
Axel’s face fell. Honestly he didn’t want to do it right now, actually he didn’t want to do this at all. He was being selfish he knew that. And he knew that it had been ten long years since he had even really got the chance to talk to his mother, to even touch her or hear her voice, but Axel still deeply missed her. He wanted to know that there was a place that he could go and be with his mother, whether she’d be bloody and dead or not.
His mother deserved peace however. After everything that she had gone through, trying to raise a son on her own, trying to find the man that had fathered her son, living with Cyrus, trying to find the demon that killed her parents while trying to keep her brother safe, and on top of all of that she was a hunter that was trying to make a difference in the world. She died not realizing that she had made a difference in every life that she had encountered. Sastre – or rather Florian – was the perfect example of the magical effect that Kaylynn had on people. He went from being a man that didn’t know how to stop, that didn’t know how to take the time to heal himself and from someone who did nothing but beat his own spirits down and taught him that it was okay to take care of yourself. It was okay to take a break, and it was okay to live again.
She was a good person for always putting others before herself, and it was because she was a good person and finally deserved something good to happen to her that motivated Axel to reach around his neck, unclasp the cross necklace that belonged to his mom, and then hand it over to the man who it had originally came from.
“Break it and I’ll break your face.” |
[/b] It wasn’t really a threat, Axel was just making a general statement that he planned on getting the necklace back from him… and if it happened to be broken his son wasn’t going to be particularly happy about it. It was one of the only things that he had left of his mother other than the picture of her and Florian from twenty something years ago, you bet that he wanted it back. Axel moved across the room and sat down onto the bed that would have been the place where he was pinned too as his mother was being tortured right before him. He sighed, physically and emotionally exhausted as he ran his hand over his face. Winry moved over to her master, whimpered at his side and then wiggled to get her head in between his arms so that she could rest on his lap. Axel looked down at her and started to absently pet her, his fingers running through her fur and occasionally rubbing at her ears. As he sat there, everything around him was beginning to blur as another scene started to set in. Faintly in the distance Axel could hear the chuckling of the demonic beast and the tearing of his mother’s flesh was in his ears. Seeping through the rug and beginning to take over most of the color around the room was the blood that had been spilled from Kaylynn and himself as well. He of course was beaten too, but not as bad as his mother. He continued to stare at the floor as his hand moved like a robot across Winry’s head, who had whined in Florian’s direction before turning to look at Axel once more, who sat there frozen like a statue. [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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