Should be home in 2ish hours, so senf me things to do?
Wil and Clyde were both too stubborn for their own good, but he knew pointing that out wouldn’t help, so he stayed quiet on that front. “Aren’t you tired of lecturing me yet?”
“That depends, are you tired of being an idiot yet?” It was an old discussion, one that always ended in the same place, but she loved the familiarity of it. After all, he was her favorite, the one she was most willing to kill for.
Ya bitch is home and debating on writing more drabbles revolving around Chance because I am a terrible person.
But also maybe Bells because I love that little psycho too
“Wouldn’t surprise me. She seems pretty soft, but maybe just enough trouble.” She didn’t think any of her siblings could actually avoid trouble, even if they tried, or even wanted to try. “I’m not sure either. It’s not like communication is something my family is known for.” But she also wasn’t sure she wanted updates from any of her siblings aside from Ozzy. “Okay, but if I brought him more stuff from the bakery, would my bribe counteract yours?” she pointed out. “You’re probably not wrong, but you try convincing her to go.”
“They’d have the most cheerful babies.” Which was, honestly, a little on the terrifying side. He tended to stick more towards people in the middle, he liked the grey areas of emotional range, the shallow end, he supposed. “Well, yeah, aren’t most of your siblings psychotic?” His eyes rolled at that. “I live closer to it and Conner knows me well enough that I might be able to get a discount. Face it, I’ve won that battle.”
Chance’s Storyline Reading Order
Drabbles including or relating to Chance in order from childhood to current (Not including ones from before parts of his story were re-written for continuity after parting ways with a former partner)
PLEASE REMEMBER:: Chance is a serial killer and very unstable. A lot of these drabbles reflect that. A lot of these contain triggering material, read them at your own discretion.
Characters::Chance
Word Count::392
Chance was pacing, his control threadier than usual. Not that he had much control these days anyway. Sera was nearly completely unresponsive, of course his brother would have snitched already, and, worse, it meant his father would have leverage to actually override his mother’s protection. He had definitely overstepped this time. So much so that he actually let them find his beloved Seraphine. Maybe it would be enough to keep them from coming after him.
Frustrated, he switched on his computer and pulled up the cameras he had hidden around his mother’s house, rewinding them a few hours so he could watch her move around the house. He had been careful about where he put them, avoiding places that could cause him to see things he didn’t want to see, but the main areas of the house were all monitored.
A growl passed his lips when he saw his father arrive and he flipped the sound on, wondering what exactly the piece of shit had needed to say to his mother. He wasn’t really all that surprised that Tassos was trying to talk her into stepping aside, a smug little smirk on his lips as he listened. He believed in his mother, believed that she had meant it all those years ago when she promised that no one would ever take him away from her.
But the expression didn’t last long, not when he saw her resolve beginning to falter. The more his father spoke, the angrier he grew and he really reached his breaking point when she caved.
The computer shattered against the wall and he hadn’t even realized he had moved. How could she do this? How could she betray him? She had promised!
Snatching up his coat, he made for the door, the wheels beginning to turn in his head. He didn’t have a lot of time left, not if she was rescinding her protection. He needed to make sure no one would discover his youngest child and that the plan he had been training the boy for was still perfectly set in his mind. He needed to make sure all of the pieces were in place before the noose tightened.
He’d let them take him, sure, but not without dragging his mother down to the Underworld with him one way or another. She would pay for betraying him.
Characters::Tass and Britt
Word Count::891
He should have called ahead, Tass knew that much, but this wasn’t exactly a visit he had been looking forward to. Everything was in chaos, but she was shutting basically everyone out. He had tried to in touch with her in the weeks leading up things finally hit the fan, but she ignored his texts, declined his calls, and generally pretended not to get any messages.
Still, he didn’t knock right away, choosing instead to pace along the porch. He figured she knew he was there already, he had seen that damned zombie bird of hers when he got there. Truth be told, the bird sort of freaked him out a little.
The door opened before he could decide, Britt standing there with a look he had only seen on her face once before. This was not going to end well.
“Britt.”
He had no idea where to go with this, dark eyes looking for anything in posture that might give him a clue of how to get her to finally agree.
“Do not say it, Tassos. The answer is no.”
She had promised Chance when he was younger that no one would take him away from her. She couldn’t break her word, not like that. There had to be something, some detail she had been missing. Something had to have set her son off for him to do all of this.
But even Az had tried telling her she needed to let him go before he dragged them all down with him.
“Brittia, you have to see reason here! You should have let me deal with this when he started killing women that look like you. Look what he did to your daughter. To my son. Do you really think he’s going to just stop?” he countered, tossing his hands in the air before stepping forward to touch her shoulders.
The moment he touched her, Britt was shoving at him, but he was physically stronger.
“He was doing fine! Something set him off, he wouldn’t do any of this without a reason!” she argued back, hating the way his grip tightened when she tried to shove him off.
“Fine? You call torturing and killing women that look like you fine?” He couldn’t have heard her correctly. There was just no way. Especially when he knew that she had personally cleaned up a few of his kills. “How can you even look at him knowing what he’s doing, Britt?”
“Because he’s my baby!” It was honestly that simple to her. How could he not see that no matter what Chance had done, she was still his mother? She still loved him and it was her job to protect him.
“And Sera? What does that make her?” It was a cruel remark, he knew, but he was trying to get through to her in any way that he could.
Of course, he regretted that remark the moment her expression crumbled, the absolute heartbreak laid bare before him.
“Britt..I didn’t..” Tass shook his head, knowing he might have stepped over a line.
Britt stopped trying to push him away, her body sagging a little as she fought back the tears threatening to consume her. “How did it get so bad? What did I do wrong to make him like this?”
It had to be her fault. She had killed someone when she was pregnant with the twins, had come home coated in blood and shaking. Az had been the one to help her get cleaned up and calm her down, but she had to figure it had left some sort of stain on Chance especially. There was just too much of that darkness in him because of her.
“You didn’t make him like this. Look at your other kids. The twins…they just…there’s just something not right with them. Like my mother. They’re not going to change, Britt, but that doesn’t mean you can’t stop them from hurting anyone else.” His tone was softer now, more coaxing than demanding. She was at her breaking point and he knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over that last little line.
“But how can I let go? I swore to protect him, Tass.”
“Then protect him from himself. What do you think is going to end up happening if he pisses someone else off? Someone not close to any of us? They might do worse to him, they might go after you. You’ve got to let him go to protect him and everyone else. You already agreed to Oona, what’s so different about him?”
The tears spilled over as she finally looked up at him, one of the few people she had ever truly loved. “Oona would hurt me if it weren’t for him. Chance would never let anything happen to me,” she finally answered, certain in at least that.
“But he is hurting you. Maybe not physically, but he’s going to break you too.”
He was right and, for a moment, she absolutely hated him for it.
“I can’t have any part of this, Tass. I can’t do it. I can’t be there when you take him away,” she finally agreed, breaking down into tears as the words left her mouth.
It was only his arms around her that kept her upright as he promised her she didn’t have to be involved beyond agreeing.
Starter Call::Brielle
That wasn’t the answer he’d been hoping for, although he wasn’t sure what he had wanted Jeff to say. Still, it bothered him that Aislynn– Layla, he corrected– had had to mourn so many family members. “Maybe it would be easier for her if she didn’t remember any of us.” He’d learned to live without her. It would be hard to know she was still around but that she didn’t know him, but maybe that would have been better.
“Please let me be there when you’re stupid enough to say that to her.” Mostly because he loved having any excuse to throw a punch. Truth be told, he knew his mother wouldn’t trade those memories for anything. She had loved her first family so deeply. “It’s easier on her to know you’re all still alive, that she hasn’t actually lost you.”
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