posted on Mar, 28 2004 @ 05:41 PM
Chapter 25: The Ragged Edge
Two days later, DE lay on his bed, arm in a sling. Tired after a day of training, he lay on his bed. “Alone,” he thought to himself, “I’m always
alone. Not even when me and the boys are wounded do we get time off.” He let his mind drift in the silence, back to the day before. He had watched
Sauce turn away from Gothique time and again. He watched the pain hit her like a slap in the face again and again. At one point, he even walked in on
one of their screaming matches. Deus had quietly withdrawn.
Today, another round of firing-range and jogging runs had work out the Devils. Everyone ambulatory had been forced into them, with the exception of
Sauce. He just lay immobile in the infirmary, almost catatonic. Something else had happened when he had fallen on that battlefield, something only he
Before he knew it, he was asleep. It was a a dead state. Before he knew it, Gothique was at his side, smiling down at him. She shook him awake.
“We’re to be there at the interrogations of the prisoners, Chris.”
He smiled up tiredly at her. Her small, thin boned hands gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. They eyes met, and she walked off. Shaking his head, he
rolled over and slung long, lanky legs out of bed. He quickly changed, slipping on pair of pants and his only clean shirt- the tan dress shirt that he
had been holding off wearing forever. He shook his head, remembering the past. It seemed so distant... now, everything was soaked in blood. It seemed
he was always up to his neck in the stuff. His chest wounds were healing though, already beginning to scar over at the edges. He slipped on the old
should holster, picked up his ever-present katana and closed the door behind him and his memories.
He walked down the stairs, into the infirmary and right smack into the middle of a nightmare. The dreadful tableau was still for a minute as he
entered. Chained up against the wall were the five prisoners. People stood around, watching in awe. Saucerat stood unsteadily, his face placid.
Gothique stood wide eyed and hand on her mouth behind him. Even from the doorway, Deus could see what was happening. TDH stood beside a prisoner,
palms open and pleading with Saucerat. In the center of the maelstrom stood the calm SR, Gothique’s stolen pistol in hand. He turned, faced Deus, and
smiled. He pulled the trigger, and the room exploded in noise. There was a scream, and one of the men clutched the side of his head. The rest
recoiled, moving away from the wounded one. He clutched the rags of flesh that had once been his ear and shrivelled in pain.
“Now,” Sauce intoned with the air of ordering a cup of coffee, “tell me what you know. My hand seems pretty shaky. Maybe next time I’ll hit your
“Please! We don’t know anything! We were just told to come here and kick some terrorist ass. It’s all we know, I SWEAR!”
“Oh, come now. He’s a lieutenant.”
“SAUCE!” DE called out.
“Oh, hi Deus. Just helping the interrogation,” Sr replied happily, smiling even as the gun began to point towards another victim.
“Put it down,” rumbled Demonhunter, “This isn’t right, Saucerat.”
“Please, babe. Please.”
“Shut the # up, babe. Now, tell me what I need to know.”
Deus watched in shock as his best friend cocked the weapon again. What had gone wrong? It was if everything had turned upside down. People watched
from cots or tried to speak in a calming voice. His best friend treated violence with casual abandon, as if it was an everyday occurrence. Then it
struck him- it was. Death, violence... it was something they were constantly surrounded with.
“Sauce,” Deus called out, “C’mere a moment.”
Sauce nodded and walked over, trusting. Deus snatched the pistol out of his hand, and tucked it into his belt.
“No more guns. You can interrogate, but no more guns. Okay?”
“Sure, I guess.”
Behind Sauce, Parrhesia was sneaking up with a needle. She nodded to him, to try to keep SR’s attention. Deus grabbed his shoulder.
“Good stuff, Sauce.”
Sauce smiled placidly, and turned to see the good doctor four feet away, yellowish fluid in the needle clear. DE reacted quickly, hand grabbing the
handle of his sword and half-drawing it...driving the butt into his friend’s stomach. Sauce doubled over, and withing seconds Parr’s need was imbedded
in his ass. She pushed the plunger down, shooting the stuff into his system. Within seconds, Deus’s best friend was on the floor.
“#...should have guessed all the junk in his system would # him up just a tad. Nice work, Deus,” Parrhesia panted to him. Deus nodded, and helped the
doctor place him onto a cot. Turning back to prisoners, he said, “Start talking, or next time I don’t stop him.”They nodded somberly, and Deus left
the room. In the hall, he sweated and trembled. Two deeps breaths later, he walked down to John and handed the pistol over. He knew that not only was
sauce no longer the person he knew, but neither was he.
And so the greta downwards spiral begins...comment and such, and there will be rewards.