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❝ she dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate and forgot about a simple twist of fate.

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canine fangs about my throat you’re bleeding over Eden like a goat tall blade dripping in every field i’m blooming like a fuming human shield

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『➟        BLACK SMOKE FLOODED THE KITCHEN. it billowed out of the oven door and into liam's airways as he frantically tried to retrieve the food inside. stupid fucking thing, he cursed in his head, because this was clearly the oven's fault. it had nothing at all to do with the fact he hadn't been able to read the manual, or that he'd never been taught the difference between celsius and fahrenheit. this was just bad luck; the same damnation that had followed him for the last half a decade it seemed. he gave the oven a kick with the end of his boot. it spat another bout of smoke at his face in retaliation. he grunted. on the cooktop, a pan of potatoes were boiling into mush.

dropping the steaming tray of charcoal on the counter — it was meant to be roast chicken — liam finally slammed the oven door closed. as the internal extractors got to work clearing the smoke, he coughed into his arm. it was then that he noticed the figure at the door. how long had they been standing there? ❝ enjoying the show ?? ❞ liam snarled over his shoulder. an audience was the last thing he needed right now.  

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AGENT VERUM:

“You just picture the bag? How plain. At least it must be good to not hold any grudges.”Henrik was aware of how condescending he sounded. It was almost a dare, the way he spoke, as if he assumed Liam never had a hardship in his life. He crossed his legs and made himself even more comfortable on the chair, signaling he wasn’t going to leave for now. “I never cared much for all of that neutrality gibberish. Can you even say that you’ve lived if you don’t hate anyone or vice-versa?” 

『➟         LIAM SCOFFED.  ❝ i said nothing about staying neutral. i hold as many grudges as anyone else, hate more than my fair share of idiots an’ would assume they feel the same way about me. all i said was that i don’t picture their faces when i train. ❞ he shrugged. he was picturing them now of course but quickly chased away those thoughts. fantasizing about knocking his enemies’ teeth from their skulls would only rile him up further, and that would defeat the point of blowing off steam. liam came to the gym to train -- to focus -- not let his impulses take the reigns. his fists pummelled the bag in a steady rhythm. 

❝ the people that i hate... ❞  he continued, glancing at henrik from the corner of his eye.  ❝  ...are the type that would get off on that bullshit, knowing that they’d managed to rile me up. but it sounds like you'd know all about that, right? the way you’re talking, sounds like you almost enjoy being someone’s punching bag. might benefit you to tone that down a few notches. ❞ his words were bordering on a threat but didn't sound like it. for now, it was just a friendly suggestion. food for thought. ❝ i can say that i'm living if i'm alive. you on the other hand... won't have that much longer if you keep pushing your luck. nobody likes a shit-stirrer, especially not around here. ❞ 

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hand me my sentence i'll show no repentance i'll suffer with pride

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AGENT HELIOS:

“Not if I can help it. These lips are too savvy to go to waste. You shoulda heard me during a Red Sox game. I was a fuckin’ laugh riot.” He teased before they dove right back in. He had to hand it to Liam, there was nothing that made the boy quit. No matter how much Jacob went at him, no matter how relentless the hits, Liam came back for more like a puppy starving for attention. There were better ways to take out frustration like that. When Liam admitted he maybe (definitely) needed a break (a long retirement from sparring with Jacob), Jacob laughed. “Now come on, don’t tell me you don’t have it in you to finish a game.”

Shaking his head, he helped Liam stand up straighter. “Come on. I’m taking you to my room, we’re gonna relax and have a drink. And maybe if you’re good I’ll use my gift on you. For good reasons.” His healing didn’t only extend to him, that was the beauty of it. “And maybe if you’re good, we’ll do more than relax and I can show you what a real workout is.”

『➟         LIAM SHOVED JACOB AND HUFFED. he could stand up on his own, thanks, and could walk just as well without a shoulder to lean on. the drink however... he certainly wasn’t going to turn down that offer. liam was parched and could murder a swig of something stronger than water. the accelerated healing wouldn’t go amiss either, but liam wasn’t going to thank the other for that -- it was the least jacob owed him considering he’d been the one to cause the injuries in the first place.

kneading the pain from his jaw, liam stretched, rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue.  ❝ even if i wasn’t ‘good’ you’d still be trying to suck my dick, carson. m’gonna take a shower. when i’m done, i expect a full head-to-toe massage. i’ll accept nothing less. ❞  he tried to sound demanding but was too worn out. as he limped strolled towards the shower block, liam couldn't keep the smirk from his face. his whole body ached; the sign of a good training session.

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I don’t care about power. Not anymore.

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AGENT VERUM:

Ways to let off steam, the man said. How fun would it be to have an example, then. The man was starting to pique Henrik’s interest, and that’s never a good thing. “Don’t you know no one in life can always be an angel?” This was supposed to sound like a justification for the punch, as if Henrik was some good christian who turns the other cheek. He watched carelessly as Liam punched away before pulling a plastic chair to sit beside him, putting in his two cents: “Is this how you let steam off? Whose face are you picturing when you punch the bag?”

『➟         LIAM CLENCHED HIS JAW when henrik pulled up a chair. he cursed himself for breaking the silence; it hadn’t meant to come across as an invitation to stay and chat. this was how liam let off steam and it would lose its efficiency if he had to hold a conversation at the same time, especially small talk with some freak he’d never met before. ❝ i don’t picture faces,  ❞ he grunted. not a complete lie but not the whole truth either. sometimes it was inevitable; sometimes he’d remember past fights and channel that energy into his training. ❝ it looks like a punching bag and it feels like a punching bag. m’not gonna waste energy using my imagination when it’s better used elsewhere. when i'm training, i like to focus on that alone. ❞ take the hint...  

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AGENT HELIOS:

“Well, I mean, I keep you as company too…” he shot back, standing up and stretching. “You’d have to be able to land a shot and I’ve seen how piss poor your aim is, boy.” Then the fist is in his stomach and a grunt leaves his lips. his eyes close and he braces against the pain, but the cell augmentation takes place so fast there’s barely any at all. And so he shoves his fist upwards, connecting into Liam’s jaw with just enough force to get him away and leave Jacob laughing. “Come on pretty boy. Don’t tell me you’re all bark. You better not be this disappointing in the bedroom, however would you be able to make up for that?”

『➟        ❝ DON’T YOU EVER SHUT UP? ❞ liam snarled through gritted teeth.  if there was one thing he hated more than trash-talk during a fight, it was trash-talk disguised as friendly banter. it was that sort of teasing that never failed to rile him up and jacob knew that, the fucking bastard. setting his jaw, liam retaliated with a strong right-hook to jacob’s head. his knuckles connected with the bundle of nerves behind his ear, and he pondered the damage it would have inflicted had he used his full weight (or better yet, if his fist was coated in iron).

it wasn’t fair that jacob could use his abilities while liam’s were locked away. had his gloves not been a factor, the wrath agent would’ve been on his ass after mere minutes, he told himself bitterly. any hits jacob would’ve landed would’ve been against unbreakable skin  — skin of steel, made from cells so malleable that to control them would be a task in its own. but the gloves were a factor and here liam was, throwing his weight around in a futile effort. jacob was healing faster than he could deliver punches and, with each swing, liam was growing tired. his own healing was enhanced but it would take days to recover from this, maybe a week judging by the pain in his jaw when he flexed it. but jacob on the other hand... give him a few moments to recuperate and he was good to go. it was infuriating. after serving a breakneck stream of punches, as well as a knee to the face, liam watched grudgingly as jacob’s injuries dissipated. 

❝ alright, alright, hang on, ❞ he called a few rounds later. stepping back towards the ropes, liam doubled over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. they’d been at this for hours now and he was dripping with sweat.  ❝ i swear, if i hear you call me boy one more time-- just give me a minute, yeah? i’m not yielding. not yet. ❞

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AGENT VERUM:

“What? This? Sometimes people need to get some aggression out of their systems.” Henrik didn’t care at all that he got jumped at. In fact, teasing others to their breaking point and then pretending he didn’t even know he was getting on their nerves was one of his favorite hobbies. The person who punched him got dragged away and has yet to return. “I understand how stressing all of this can be.” His voice was sweet, the words reassuring, his body language seemed open and invitative, and yet there was something just wrong with this man.

『➟        ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER MASOCHIST, liam thought to himself as he eyed up the other agent. whoever this guy was, he looked like shit, but his nonchalance gave liam all the more reason to not give a damn. he hummed in acknowledgement before turning his attention back to the punching bag infront of him. the impact of his fists clapped through the gym like thunder. ❝ you know, ❞ he spoke eventually, ❝ there's plenty of different ways to let off steam in this place. people here don't usually swing at other agents without good reason; punishment isn't worth it and it's just as satisfying to go a few rounds in the arcade. if they're taking their aggression out on you, it's safe to assume that you're the cause of it. ❞

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AGENT HELIOS:

If one was training, one could distract the brain. If one was punching something, one could distract the brain with satisfaction of beating something to a pulp. And if one was being beaten senseless, one could dull the brain with pain. Jacob was currently experiencing the latter, allowing himself to be bruised and bloodied for the sake of testing his… “gift”. Leaning against the ropes, he raised a brow at the other. “You do know that babies punch harder, right? I’ve met crackheads with more bark then you.”

『➟        ❝ EXPLAINS WHY YOU'RE SO FUCKED UP if you've been keeping crackheads as company, ❞ liam scoffed. there was more he could say in retaliation but was trying not to rise to the taunts. the last thing either of them needed was for him to actually lose his cool — he was already treading on thin ice for agreeing to this. this room was decked out with security cameras; if anyone thought this was a genuine fight, that liam held no restraint when it came to harming other agents, they'd waste no time dragging him back to their labs. contrary to how it looked, liam didn't actually want to hurt this guy either, even if the masochistic prick was beginning to grind on his last nerve. ❝ how about we kick it up a notch, you stand in as a target for me in the training range ?? see if you heal when i sink a bullet into your skull. smug bastard. ❞

jacob didn't get a chance to reply. after wiping the sweat from his brow, liam swung with no holds barred, sending a gloved fist directly into the other agent's solar plexus. fucked up as it was, he relished the choked-off sound of pain as he landed a hit. it was always satisfying wiping the smirk off someone's face. less so when it wasn't a fair fight, but satisfying nonetheless.

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I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts with slum religion and coca-cola

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