Afterlife || irwin

[ 30 ] 2014

[ 30 ] 2014

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"To be honest, this is my favorite movie of all time and I've always wanted to name a son after Giorno and a daughter after Narda. So fuck you, Andy. And fuck you too Niall, before you jump in and say anything, mate."

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Michael stood at the door for minutes, while Arthur sat at one of the chairs in front of the desk, watching his son. He didn't want to force Michael to talk to him, like Harley was trying to do at the moment. He wanted Michael to come to him on his own terms. But he also could not control Harley's actions and as far as he was concerned, she wasn't going to let them out of that room until they could talk things out and have at least a cordial relationship with each other. Ultimately, that all depended on Michael mostly. Arthur loved his son and wanted a nice relationship with him. He was his first child, Harley being his second. The first born was always something special. Michael was still deeply hurt about things that happened in the past and he blamed Arthur for his mother Michelle's death.

He thought that if Arthur could have just been there for her--if he didn't want to be there for Michael, the least he could have done was to be there for his wife--none of those terrible things would have happened. His mother would still be alive. She was a wonderful person with a kind smile and a warm heart. She loved and spoiled Michael to no end and always, always told Michael about how much his father loved them. She'd continuously justify his absence.

He's doing this to protect us from harm, she always told Michael. But Michael didn't understand what she meant by that. All he knew was that he and his mother were special. They had powers that regular humans didn't possess. His mother could replay other people's memories in the minds of the people she touched, at will. She could also take memories that she liked and store them in her own mind for future use or reference. Michael could see into the future by merely touching someone's hands. It was something that had scared him as a child, and his mother had gotten him a pair of leather gloved to wear and conceal what he could do.

He blamed himself in a way for her death as well. Perhaps if he wasn't so damn afraid of the things he saw all the time, he wouldn't need the stupid gloves. He could have touched her hands and saw that she was in danger. He could have protected her from what was coming. But alas, he also learned with time that his visions were often absolute. There was no way that he could change them even if he tried or even if he wanted to.

Finally giving up on the idea of leaving that room any time soon, he heaved a loud sigh of frustration and leaned his forehead against the wooden door with a thud. He needed a moment to prepare himself for what was coming. It had already been over three years since his mother's death and he still held so much resentment in his heart towards Arthur Vega. He had once admired the man. A single person who could keep an entire organization afloat like that, adopting teenagers all over the world and providing them with a job and money. And he always gave them a choice. It was always their choice whether they wanted to become hunters or not.

Upon finding out that this person he always admired from the start was his father--the same man who was always absent in his life. The man who provided him expensive presents, money, and handwritten letters every birthday or important holiday. That wasn't enough for Michael. He needed more. He needed a role model, he needed a father.

His gloved hand balling up into a fist, he finally turned slowly and narrowed his eyes into a glare directed at Arthur. He then folded his arms over his chest defiantly. "Since it seems your daughter won't let us out any time soon, I guess I have to fucking listen to what you have to say." Michael said through gritted teeth. He guessed that Arthur had put Harley up to this, forcing him to hear him out. But he had no idea that Arthur didn't know what any of this was about either when Harley called him, asking if they could have a talk.