#verse: hell

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"I think you have a problem with your brain being missing."

The boy stuck his tongue out. “Well I think ya got a problem wit’ your face.” Patrick made a sound of disgust at himself. That was terrible. Worst come back ever. He needed to save face. Now. “It ain’t even a bad idea. We all know th’ spider spilcers store stuff up in th’ ceilin’. All we gotta do is lure one out, steal it’s hooks, an’ I’ll climb up there an’ get th’ stuff.”

The plan was so simple. What could POSSIBLY go wrong with giving the blond adolescent two giant hooks and letting him try to climb into the ceiling to steal everything splicers have stored there?

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thefirstalpha answered:

“Shit…” Jake cursed under his breath. He knew Moira would be having a word with him when Pat inevitably told her about the swearing. “Spiders… Pat, listen. These are not normal freaks, got that? Watch everywhere. The corners, the ceiling, anywhere someone could hide.”

Patrick nodded, definitely not clinging to Jack’s side because Jack was powerful and would protect him even if Pat was a teeny bit on the prideful side. “How am I supposed t’ watch everywhere at once?” The child’s eyes flicked around in a panic. Even if he had ‘seen’ a splicer, the speed at which he glanced around would have effectively kept him from actually noticing. “How can someone hide on a ceiling?”

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Delta was quiet for a second, considering Patrick’s statement for a moment. With a shrug, he patted the space next to him. “If you think you can help, go ahead. My little dilemma does involve your mom, though…”

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The boy scrambled to sit next to Delta though it was all too easy for him to end up in the man's lap instead, pouting his frown.

"What's Mum gotta do wit' anythin'?"

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"Pat ya'r really fuckin' stupid, an' reckless. Then again, who am I one t' talk to?"

Patrick laughed, brushing the dirt from his knee. Or trying to at least. With the blood still in the scrape and the dirt on his hands, it was difficult to say if his knee was less dirty now, or more.

"I ain't any more stupid'n you are. So yeah. Ya ain't one t' talk at all Rebecca."

It had just been a little bit of a fall when the blond had tried to climb up onto a news stand to look around. Nothing he wasn't used to. Besides, they'd not heard a splicer in almost a day. Maybe they were in an area without them.