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Benjamin Argent | 23 | Hunter | Cousin to Allison Argent | Relationship Status: Single Sexuality: Heterosexual. Vices: Quitting Smoking, Drinks Too Little, Kills A Lot Weapon of Choice: Sword, Fists Birthday: June 23rd "Here's an idea: think before you talk. Just saying, it may work out best for you." ♤ Beacon Hills ♤ Analysis ♤ Prose ♤ ♤ Texts ♤ Paras ♤ Playlist ♤ ♤ Submit ♤ Character Development Blog ♤

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Farewell to Arms | Prose

Summary: Ben Argent sacrifices his life in Beacon Hills for the welfare of his mother, but leaves something behind.

Setting: September 10, 2014; 13:00:00

The apartment was empty but for a few sparse items. The bed that had been there, for its replacement had already been sold for cash. A few hangers he had no interest in keeping. A mirror that had already been there. Nothing more, really. Except for a small stack of letters, addresses on each.

Ben zipped the last of his bags and glanced around. His heart was heavy. He didn't like leaving, but it was time. It was time that he left Beacon Hills.

Yes, it was time to go.

Five letters laid on the counter, though. To the five he considered most important. They would serve as his farewell.

Without a word, Ben quietly left the apartment and the town, leaving behind items he didn't want, a trunk, and letters.

It would be hours before they knew he was gone.

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Garrett Hedlund + Hayley Williams

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Garrett Hedlund - Flaunt Magazine (July 2014)

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Sam Riley, Garrett Hedlund, Kristen Stewart, Kirsten Dunst, Tom Sturridge, Steve Buscemi, and Viggo Mortensen in On the Road (2012). Dir. Walter Salles.

Intriguing interpretation of the novel.

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8/50 Photosets of Garrett Hedlund

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Finally, after some time, Allison glanced up to her older cousin with a barely ghost of a smile on her lips. Her eyes quickly took him in, assessing him almost and the damage she could see but she didn’t comment. She knew the answer wouldn’t be pretty and she wasn’t particularly in the mood for listening to details. “Take my bed, I’ll- I’ll have the couch.”

[ben-argent]

That was enough of a start to give a bit more hope. Not that he'd lost any in her; just in life in general. He'd not comment on that fear he'd sensed about her, and it was the Argent way, wasn't it, to wait until fessing up. "M'old bed still here?" He figured it might be. "Ain't got a mind t'kick y'outta yer own bed, Allie." Ben wasn't much for striding and such, showing as much in the slow steps, the way his hand lifted and cupped her shoulder. "Hungry?"

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Ben’s voice hardly startled, her eyes remained staring into her lap at the phone where her dad’s contact details were still showing. “Two- Two days.” Allison bit at her lip as she finished, holding back the tremble in her voice at the thought of spending two days in the apartment on her own. Of course she’d done a few hours or so there but never a full night. “Maybe longer… Depends how bad.”

[ben-argent]

Sometimes he forgot she was still just a kid. One who had gone through hell, still bore the metaphorical burns on her skin from it, and who was still fresh (in hunter's terms) to this life. The beard was scratched just on the corner of his jaw, his hands clumsily bandaged and the white of it stained with blood of wounds frequently reopening. "I got some work bein' done in the apartment.. would ya mind if I bunk her on th' couch for a bit?"

[ben-argent]

Bruise and Break | Char....Ben

[charlottewright-xoxo]

His family had always been a point of contention, something they never talked about much or at all if she really thought back on it. “Ben, I’m so sor—” His hands at her arms, a tightening grip that pulsed worry and even a small ounce of fear into her heart cut her words off at the half way point. “Let me— Hey, Ben—” She grumbled as he rose her off the ground in attempts to displace her. “Let me go.” She demanded, wiggling from his grip when she found her footing. “I’m not going inside. Maybe there’s something I can do to help.” She offered, her voice pleading as she stepped up to his side once more, unaware of the limits she was pushing, the goosebumps rising on her skin a mere product of the cooling night breeze.

[ben-argent]

Hurt. He wanted to hurt her. Anyone. She was closest. Pleading. Target. Someone to make bleed. Keep safe. Run from. Stay close to. Hold. Push. Break. Keep. He needed to run. To get away form her. "Leave me alone," he rasped, backing away. His hands were flexing, seeking the purchase of someone to maim and break as much as his soul felt now. "Leave me alone, let me do this." Another time and this might mean something else. Something forbidden. "Can't fix this. Can't." Hands shaking, breaths unsteady. Needed to hurt someone. Anyone. "Get away from me."

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"N- No… It’s fine. I can handle it. It’s just tw-… Two days. I love you… Bye…" Allison knew she hadn’t exactly been as convincing as she probably should’ve been but her dad brought it enough not to come racing home. She knew she was in for a long weekend.

[ben-argent]

"Hey, baby girl."

His voice was nothing more than a rasp as he leaned against the doorframe, looking about like how she felt. Strain had tightened lines around his mouth, fatigue creating deep shadows. He looked.. well, it didn't matter when he needed to tell her. "How long?" He knew those kinds of calls too well, made them himself.

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Sam and Quorra

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[ben-argent]

Bruise and Break | Char....Ben

[charlottewright-xoxo]

Her brows bent inward as she inhaled sharply at the tight grip he held on her wrist. “Ben, you’re—” She tried to muster out the words but the look in his eyes batted them away. A twinge of discomfort could be seen in the curl of her upper lip as she rose to her tip toes to try and alleviate some of the pain that was beginning to shoot up her forearm. This wasn’t like him, he wouldn’t grab at her like this— not intentionally. Something had to be seriously wrong and his mannerisms clearly displayed a great deal of agitation, no— rage that began to bubble inside him.

She stumbled backwards a few steps as he released and pushed her backwards. Her opposite hand rose up to rub at her wrist, blood resuming its normal flow in the veins that had begun to rise on her skin. Her face contorted into a disgruntled look, ignoring any ill will towards him for his treatment but more so that he was denying her insight as to what had happened. “No.” She said firmly, stepping forward, the ground cool beneath her bare feet. They pattered back in his direction against the pavement as he continued to distance himself, side stepping him so that she stopped him in his direct path. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” She insisted, her eyes set on his face, his features dulled by the darkness as her right hand settled on her hip in an act of defiance.

[ben-argent]

Hunting. That was always a good solution. He could hunt for a week, tracking down those that violated the bastardization of the Code. Fall off the radar until it was done, come back on and feel normal again.

That was the logical route. Fury and snake-like twin of madness refused to let him travel such a path, though.

It was nearly impossible, wasn't it, to control his temper. To stare down at the woman who had saved his life in more ways than one, who was both friend and companion of the innocent nature. To meet her eyes and feel none of that warmth that was friendship and reliance, to merely see her in this moment as an obstacle. "Ma's in a coma." Another person had their throat would be grasped, their bodies flung aside--probably still alive, but no point in assuming. The fact of his hands grasping her arms and bodily lifting her out of the way meant something. "Get inside."

[ben-argent]

Bruise and Break | Char....Ben

[charlottewright-xoxo]

Charlotte had been sitting peacefully in her apartment, empty and quiet. Curled up on the couch with a brand new book was exactly where she wanted to be on her night off from work. A pale purple tank top hugged tightly at her torso while frilled shorts rode up appealing in in her current position. A faint crashing sound drew her gaze to drift from the page to her front door, another loud bang causing her to sit upright as the book was placed at her side. After the Omega attack she picked up on every creek and crack that the building had to offer. She stood up as she heard a door slam in the hallway, slowly approaching her door and her hand cautiously turning at the doorknob. 

What started as a gently pull immediately turned into a swift jerking motion as she caught sight of Ben storming by in the hall way. “Ben?” She questioned softly, the calling of his name blatantly ignored. “Hey, Ben!” She spoke louder now, her bare feet stepping out into the hallway in pursuit. “Ben! C’mon. Wait up!” She shouted now, an easy jog catching her up to him as she placed a hand lightly on his shoulder. “Ben, what’s wrong?”

[ben-argent]

He needed to be outside. Able to do.. something. Anything to purge this.. this fury. The same he had so recently escaped after months of drowning in it. Ironic, wasn't it, that this round was from his mother's state. The last from his father's death. Now this. Now she was a fucking vegetable because some dick had messed up, gave her exactly what she wanted and the overdose rendered her body in that limbo between life and death. Now what? What was he going to do? Stay. Fight. Protect. Survive?

Fuck that. No. No, he didn't want to survive. He didn't want to fight, to protect, to stay. He wanted.. Blood. He wanted to shed it, to cause its stain on someone's broken and bruised skin. Pain. Ben had a bloodlust to cause it, to feel it. A near-madness for the very thing when he turned sharply from the hand on his shoulder, snagging her wrist and unmindful of his strength. Nor was he of the mad glint--that of a warrior hell-bent on dying in a fight--in pale eyes as they met her dark hues. "Go inside," the hunter growled and lightly shoved her back, turned and started to stride away.

Guilt nearly appeared. Ben hated when Charlotte saw him like this.

[ben-argent]

Bruise and Break | Open

Warning: the following open para will contain heavy violence

I'm sorry, Mr. Argent.. There is nothing we can do.

Ben was silent for a moment. Waiting for the 'but' or 'however' or anything that might give the barest glimpse of hope. All that was there, though, lurking on the other end of the phone were sounds of the hospital. The occasional passing by, breaths on the other end, chatter. Breaths timed evenly. Smoothly. Not as a man who was apologetic but instead calm. Unafraid. Apathetic.

Unafraid. Ben's hand clenched on the phone. Unapologetic. "Fix it." A protest begun, interrupted. "You gave her the wrong pills. You nearly killed her. You fix it or your career is done." Calmly spoken, seconds before the mirror against the wall shattered, the cell phone flung against it following suit. Rage, as it was, tended to be a swift and consuming thing when it flared in him. Darkening his eyes that gleamed in the hallway before he reached the outside in long strides.

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Garrett Hedlund - 200 x 320