Drunken Delusions: Deliverance Part 8
Written by @FmrCopBONeal and @TohrSASRP
Butch: [The nightmares of Janey had been coming for over a week. Each time she came to me in my dreams she killed me in different ways. It had been usually choking to death or slicing my throat. But this last one shook me to my soul. It wasn’t the twelve-year-old boy anymore, it was me in the present and with my dagger to my heart I just simply ash away like one of the race’s enemies.
After this nightmare, I hit the Lag hard to the point my liver was tapping out but I was still pushing it. What is going on? It’s never been like this. Nightmares every night cause me to feel ill and tainted. It has never happened like this, in all the years I had dreamed of Janey.
I look at the clock and curse I am late for helping with the training. Great, that is all I need to deal with is Tohr riding my ass. One for the road, hell yeah. I grab the bottle of Lag and take a huge pull or five from it. Before heading out to Tohr’s office. @TohrSASRP
Tohr: In my office, I looked over the schedules one more time, furrowing my brow as a headache was slowly developed. I was certainly in no state to do any sort of administration but I was off rotation which meant I was confined to my desk or left pacing my room or the manse in general. Hell, I wasn’t even on call for a training session with the trainees, and the gym would be filled tonight with the young ones so that was a no-go as well. Nothing sounded any more helpful than pushing paper for the training program, so that had been where I had ended up, and hence the headache was a necessary evil to not going completely crazy.
Butch was on teaching duty tonight, paired up with Axel, a young hopeful that had shown a lot of potential in class and could use some private mentoring lessons. For tonight Butch was set to look after his hand-to-hand, polishing it up and making it more powerful. A weak punch was no good on the battlefield after all. I fish out my phone and text the Cop, since he was about to run late. The guy was probably just trying to decide what leathers went with what shitkickers in that hoarder’s nightmare he called a closet. I then open up my office door and call in Axel, hoping at least someone had made it on time.
Butch: I have no clue how the fuck I ended up outside of Tohr’s office from the Pit or how the fuck I was standing upright. Here we go, ladies and gentlemen, I knock like the police were about to bust down your mother fucking door and walk in there, sitting on one side of Tohr’s desk is the trainee, Axel.
When I look at Tohr, I can see he is fucking annoyed at me. “WHAT?” Looking at the clock damn. I am twenty minutes late. Trying not to slur my speech as I talk. “Sorry, I lost track of time doing ... things.” Did I just sway, I think I just swayed. “Axel, meet you out on the mats,” not wanting to hear it from Tohr. I turn and head out leaving them both sitting there.
Tohr: When Butch finally showed his face, I was ready to give one hell of a talk-to drill-seargent style but he blew me off faster than I anticipated. Something was off though with my Brother. He was less… Shit, was chummy the right word? Normally the Cop was laid-back and relaxed, very casual but he seemed more … well friendly, but in a less restrained way. Like he wasn’t trying to camouflage his friendly side as much as he used to. Pair that with a hint of alcohol on his breath and I’m fairly sure I hit the shit jackpot.
Either that or I’m getting paranoid … yeah, not going down that lane. I look to Axel and offer a nod. “Best get out on the mats and start warming up. Butch won’t take long to get ready.” I assured him though I knew I had to keep an eye on Butch. My paranoid feeling seemed insistent on hanging around.
Butch: I quickly change and head out to the mats. Rolling my shoulders, I have a plan to let the little fucker, Axel, think he is kicking my ass than BAM. I would turn the table and make him cry, uncle.
Cracking my neck and shaking out my arms as I carry myself to the center of the mat. I get in fighting stand and beckon the young trainee to attack. He is smart, he leads me to one side and starts making me move back. I stumble over my foot and he takes me down. Sloppy on my part. Fuck, he has me in a neck hold and the squeeze he is putting on his arm is a match for match with Rhage or V.
In my still drunk haze of trying to act normal. Something snapped as he squeezed my throat, my sleep-deprived ass watched as Axel turning into a lesser, I could smell the acidy baby powder and when I attempted to inhale the lesser It did not work. What the living fuck. My eyes grew wide. I immediately panicked that this lesser would get up to the main house and start killing infants and shellans. I shifted my footing and was able to flip the lesser to the mat and with my strength. I came down hard on the lesser knocking the wind out of him. I start punching right and left at the lesser's face. I could feel the bones of the lessers face breaking and him yelling out to stop.
Tohr: As soon as Butch and Axel hit the mats, I kept half an eye on them as I continued my paperwork back in the office. It was no problem leaving the door to the admin office open a bit. Somehow listening to the sparring and trainees made me feel more at ease. Perhaps it helped me shut out some of the other thoughts haunting my brain for the time being.
I watched as Axel seemed to really put up a good fight with Butch, practically dancing around him and luring him into a pretty good chokehold. My eyes widened as I saw Butch switch around on the kid, beating the everliving shit out of him, the rest of the trainees backing off. In a dash, I beat feet towards my brother and peeled him from the poor trainee.
“Butch! BUTCH!” I practically scream into his face, wrestling Axel from his death-hold. “Stand down!” I command and look to a few trainees. “Get Axel to the medical wing, the staff will patch him up” when no one really moved, I narrow my eyes. “NOW!” making them finally get their fingers out their arses and moving.
I looked back to Butch, growling at him as I dragged his ass back into the office, slamming the door behind us. “What the hell was that?! Are you trying to kill our trainees?!”
Butch: I push Tohr away from me. I start pacing back and forth like a caged animal. I shake my head at what I did, I swear that he was a lesser. What the fuck is wrong with me? I continue to shake my head as I pace muttering to myself.
Once Tohr starts to yell at me, I whipped my head around at him, I growl. “He was a mother fucking Lesser Tohr. I was stopping him before he got to the main house.” I get right into Tohr’s face, “I was killing what I fucking needed to.” I was fucking losing my shit. I need to get out of here, I need to go back to drink. “Fuck this, I am out.” I head to the door flinging it open taking it off it off the hinges. I head to the game room of the compound, know that is where I will find the fastest drink. I didn’t even care what it is as long as it numbs my head. I get there to see half bottle of Lag and I pick it up undoing the top before taking a huge pull from the bottle, letting the drink burned my throat down to my gut. Everything as silent for a brief fucking moment.
Tohr: I heard Butch growl at me and I growled right back, not taking any shit. As it became clear to me that the Cop was not well, I didn’t respond to his ramblings but instead let him walk off to let him cool a little. I had a good idea of where he was headed given his scotch-breath. Fuck, he really stank and I should have never let him and Axel spar at all.
I sent the rest of the trainees to the showers and headed into the admin office, writing a log of tonight's accident before calling a doggen via the office telephone to get the bus moving well ahead of schedule. No reason for the trainees to linger too much if they didn’t need to.
On the computer I head into the Brotherhood schedule and pull Butch from the rotation completely, attaching a note to come to talk to me about the matter, in case there were questions from my brothers. No need to air the dirty laundry given Butch was already in a bad state. After finishing my admin work, I headed back up to the manse, going straight from the secret door to the billiards room, finding Butch in the middle of a solo drinking contest. Poor sod was obviously losing his mind over something but I found it better not to pry. The Cop had already growled at me once, and given what he had done to Axel, I’d rather not go head-to-head with the guy.
I plopped down next to him, grabbing a bottle of bourbon and took a swig. “I don’t know what’s doing your head in and I’m not about to play psychologist,” I said rather shortly. “But whatever’s going on with you means you’re off rotation. Take some time to take care of you” I continue, leaving out the ‘We can't afford liabilities and loose cannons in the field’ shit for the next trainee lesson. Butch knew it well enough anyway.