Trigger warnings# religious bs# magic bs# might not make sense, been writing bits of this for months.
Loche cursed under his breath, chipping at the sigil on the side of the old gas station. He listened to his older brother Otetz work with the sander they had stolen just down the line. This seemed ridiculous to him, Rod was Rod's problem as far as he was concerned. It could be less disastrous for everyone if he was sealed, but why was this the price? " Otes! I think you'll need to go over this side too." " Of course, no problem." He unplugged the tool, taking a moment to sit down and relax. " This is taking forever." " Yeah, how come you can't just char this shit off, Chris?" " Well...it's a gas station." He looked down from the roof, walking down the side of the building. " So?" "Are all of you suicidal?" " It's a safe assumption. " Loche said, resigned and deciding to sit beside Otetz. He thought the answer over before shrugging it off. " Boys will be boys, I guess. " " Not all boys are like us, Chris. " " No, but you're my boys. Genetics do have a say in some things. Now be quiet while I try lining this up. " He stepped off into the parking lot for a better visual. " What's he doing now?" " If I had to guess, getting ready to kill us. " " I don't think he'd do that on purpose. " Before either one of them knew it, Chris began burning and shaving down the side of the building. The boys' eyes widened and Otetz jumped to his feet in case the worst happened. However he started to lose focus due to nearby traffic, making him stop. " I.. I fucking.. shit! Dammit!" He started cursing and kicking the ground, evidently upset with himself. The brothers let out a sigh while Otetz retook his seat. " So can you tell which of us is more like him?" Loche took a minute to think before replying. " Rod in attitude, you socially, and I think I am mentally. If you hung around him more, you'd know he's smart, but he has a bad temper and attitude. Too easily distracted by the people surrounding him. " " I wasn't being that serious.. " He shrugged, taking the sander from him to go chip away the burnt surface.
As time went by and things finished up, Rodzina came out, lead by Neves with a hazy look coating his eyes.
" Is he okay?" Otetz asked, waving a hand in front of his face. " He'll be fine in a few hours..days...uhm..Chris, we need to talk. Inside." He let go of Rod's arm, shuffling his way back into the station. Chris stood there, trying to process whether or not he should be angry or scared for his son. Regardless though, he opted to follow his friend while the two brothers frantically searched their sibling for signs of life.
Neves stopped at the counter, locking the door once Chris entered. He quickly turned towards the door." That never gets any less freaky, John. " " Sorry, not sorry. We need to talk though. Rodzina is gone." He thought about this for a second, looking out the window towards the three boys. " Define gone. " " I expected him to be more like you. Bound him too tight. Kid's soul is shattered. He's alive, don't get me wrong, but he's not here." " Get him back then." " It doesn't work like that, sorry. " " But it does. " " Chris, demons tear things apart, they don't fix them. I don't know what else to tell you." The screen that usually showed his face began to cover itself in static, trying to cover his feelings. He couldn't pinpoint the feeling. Anger, guilt, sadness, loss. Failing to cope with the scenerio, he was due for a shutdown. " Chris, c'mon buddy. I need you to calm down. " " Make it happen." " Excuse me?" " Fucking make it happen." He reached out, grabbing Neves by the shirt to slam him against the window. Making him face the boys who stood unaware but scared of what appeared to happen. " Y'see that, buddy? You're making my boys cry. As a magician, I made the impossible possible. I made it happen. Think you're better than me? Fix it. If you don't, I'll find a way to do it myself, but not before I find a way to end your endless existence. " Realizing where the situation was heading, Neves returned to his true form. Melting through the other's grip to stand over him. Now the liquid shadow glared down at him, the mask hiding everything but his eyes that bore into what was left of his soul, leaving him paralyzed. " I understand your anger Chris, but I'm not one of those prostitutes you used to murder. So threats aside, let's figure out some answers instead. Deal?"
The static slowly left his vision, causing him to stare directly back at Neves. Fear replacing everything from before. " Yeah, whatever you say buddy, " Smiling nervously at him, putting his hands in his pockets." M'sorry about that.." " Good." He reinstated himself as a human, patting the other on the back. " We'll see what we can find. In the meantime, trying taking him to Misty. She might have something to work with."
