hunt you down.

❝ ———— leave me in chains. strip me of shame. caress me with pain. i’m down on my knees and i’m begging you please as you say; don't cry, mercy. there’s too much pain to come. ❞

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reesefisher‌:

— @wargodknox

To the outside world, the two shared a kid together. A son who, despite not knowing everything he did, looked up to Owen. He had always been the one man who would protect Grayson from all the horrors of the world, even if at times he was that horror. Reese wasn’t naive enough to know that over the years things had gotten worse. There was a time where she supported him through everything. He was family to her. One of her closest friends who was willing to help her through one of the darkest periods of life. She had always been grateful for that. Grayson wouldn’t have had a chance had it not been for him. Hell, she probably wouldn’t have either. But now? Now Reese wasn’t sure how to stomach any of this. While yes, she and Rowan weren’t always on the best of terms and currently, they were still working on getting to a better point in their lives. But at the end of the day that was also her family and to think that Owen could put a bullet into his son’s aunt’s chest was sickening. It made her blood boil. And how ironic was it that he was the one to teach her to defend herself and now here she was, wanting to use everything she learned on him.

The blonde had let herself when Knox wasn’t there. Grayson was with a friend and she cleared her day right up to go and handle the man she could barely even look at right now. It was the anger inside her that propelled her to bring a gun along. The same one she kept for safe keeping at the diner. The one her father taught her how to use. Is sat right in front of her on the coffee table as she waited for his return. Not a word left her lips and she practically remained motionless during the anticipation. Her heart pounding like tribal drums against her chest and hands almost shaking at the thought of using the device against him. A part of her wanted to. But then again, Reese wasn’t that type of girl. Especially not if it was going to affect Grayson in the long wrong. But she sat around any way and she waited.

When what felt like forever finally passed, Reese finally watched as Owen come through the door. She sat there in silence still, watching him until he finally noticed her sitting there. The silver gun was still laying on the glass table - pointing directly at him as she had her hands clasped together, resting under her chin. “Welcome home.” She then let out, breaking the silence she had held onto for so long. “Took you long enough. Out shooting at someone else’s sister? Or perhaps another one of Grayson’s relatives?” She already went at him. Nothing bad compared to what she had bottled up. They’d get there eventually.

He was a monster. He’d be the first to admit to the fact that there was something in him that was just to an extent fundamentally wrong. The casual attitude he had toward violence and even death weren’t normal. Normal people felt guilt, normal people regretted their actions and dwelled on the heinous and abhorrent things they did in life whereas for him if he kept it out of mind and never dwelled on it too much, he could sleep fine. If he didn’t let it bother him, it didn’t. The things he’d done, the things he planned to do, it’d dwell on the heart of any man with a heart but for him, they were just things that needed to be done. Someone had to be the asshole and get shit done, someone needed to be the one to pull the trigger and for him, if no one else planned to step up and take action then he’d be that asshole. Shooting Rowan? The precious little doctor everyone, even the people that were supposed to be on his side seemed to love? It had to be done. It didn’t matter the hurt it would cause Reese or Grayson, the two people besides Allana and his sister that he considered family. It had needed to be done and while he had no personal grudge against the woman and while she was to a degree innocent in this whole thing, it had needed to be done. He stood by his actions and while he wasn’t tossing and turning in his sleep over what he’d done, he’d also accept whatever consequences came his way for the action he’d taken and for whatever else he planned to do. 

Stepping into his home for the first time in two days, with things as hectic as they were with Allana, his club and the dive finally being functional again, Knox had found himself with little time to himself. Coming home and being able to relax? It was welcomed or it would have been welcomed if not for the intruder sitting in his living room and making herself at home. Reaching for his gun and actually pulling it free at the woman’s words, acting on instinct it was just as he lined up his shot and moved to pull the trigger that both her words and what he was seeing connected. “Reese?” He questioned, his confusion evident by the way he hesitantly called out her name. It wasn’t that the woman wasn’t welcomed in his home, she was. At any time she was free to use his home for whatever whether he was there or not but the fact that she’d snuck in and hadn’t actually given him notice about the whole thing, that was the part that was confusing him. She knew his life. She knew about the gun he carried on him. Had he not hesitated in his actions, he would have been responsible for two Fishers ending up in the hospital this month. Lowering his gun and moving to explain just that to the woman it’s with a quick glance at his surroundings that he notices the gun situated on his table, deliberately pointed in the direction he’d enter from and carefully placed within arms reach. Able to place the pieces together, with his own finger still placed over the trigger of his own firearm, he hears her out as she continues, her justifiable anger coming out loud and clear as she spoke. 

Swallowing down a remark that would only further anger the woman, though he lifted a brow at the woman over her theatrics, he made no effort to answer her. Instead, he moved to get himself situated, his actions designed to look like he was ignoring the woman’s presence when in reality every move he made was a deliberate one that he wanted her to see. Removing his finger from the trigger, he moved to drop the magazine into his waiting palm before laying it down on the table he had just inside his entryway to his home. Sliding the clip back and letting the round already loaded into the chamber fall to the floor, it was only when any chance he had at shooting back at the woman was cleared away that he set the gun down. Reaching for his hip and pulling free the knife he always kept stashed in clear view and placing that down too before doing the same to the blade he kept secretly stashed to his leg, free of all weapons a full minute later, it was then and only then that he approached the woman. Taking the seat opposite her, he leaned back in his chair, his face as per usual when dealing with these things void of emotion. “You know, these things usually go better when you don’t start up a conversation beforehand. You start getting hesitant, guilt kicks in, and shit gets sloppy from there.” Clear, crisp and to the point, there’s really nothing else to say in Knox’s mind. He can’t give her an apologize for what he did and he couldn’t take back what had already been done. “You wanna kill me, Reese? It’s your right.” And it was her right. He’d shot up her sister, his son’s aunt and had cared little on whether she survived the attack or not. He’d done wrong and if he was in her situation and staring down the bastard who’d hurt one of his own, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill them himself. She deserved her revenge and if she wanted it, he wasn’t about to take that from her. Besides, he’d rather lose his life to her than any bitch that repped Primordial. “You do what you gotta do.” 

[wargodknox-blog]

valeriehanscn‌:

FRIDAY, JUNE 28TH, 2019. on THE TRAILS OF THE PRESERVE with @wargodknox.

Valerie wasn’t your everyday Einstein, but she was known to have decent ideas now and then. Wearing stiletto boots on a night - nay, on a mission - like this wasn’t one of them. Like an indecisive prom date, the muddy earth sucked at her heel in greedy pulls, then spit it back out seconds later. The way it squelched was enough to make her cringe. “God—” suddenly thirty-three going on thirteen, Val moaned under her breath— “I’m never gonna get this shit off.” Barely out of the box and they were already ruined. A wasted eighty bucks wasn’t enough to thwart her plans, though. Val fixed the earth with a lethal glare, silently vowed to exact revenge another time, then continued ‘round to the trunk. The moment it popped, she lugged out a pair of shovels. “Shouldn’t take long, I swear.” Using the first for support, she thrust its twin into her brother’s hand. “I remember almost exactly where it’s buried.” 

There should really be a limit to what he’s willing to do for the people he cares about. Need him to kill an abusive piece of shit boyfriend? No problem, he’s here for it. He’ll do the deed and even help you bury the body. Want him to take on a fatherly role to a kid who has absolutely no blood connection to him? None issue. That kid and every other kid you want has a place in his heart now. There was little he wasn’t willing to do for the people he cared for so when his sister, technically his half-sister, vagues at needing help with a little something-something, he doesn’t hesitate to agree. It’s only a mile in when they’re pulling up to the preserve and she’s pulling out shovels from the back that he starts to question his decision. 

It’s not that he isn’t all for dropping a body in the ground or digging up one if it’s come to that, it’s just, he’s got better spots than here to dump a body at and if the cops hadn’t found the body yet, best to just leave it there rather than disturb the scene. It’s just as he’s about to relay this piece of advice to his sister that she’s throwing a shovel into his hand and remarking about an it rather than a them. “It?” He repeats, his confusion clear by his tone. “Could have sworn there was a body involved here.” He murmured, before taking the shovel just handed to him and putting it back into the car. Reaching out for the one still in his sister's hand, he moved to try and take it from her. Val could do a lot of things, he wouldn’t take that from her, but being able to shovel in heels just didn’t seem like something she needed to prove. He could handle it. 

[wargodknox-blog]

blakecastillo‌:

closed starter for @wargodknox.

Since the death of her father Grayson, something had switched in Blake and she hasn’t been quite the same since. The shoot out at the auto shop had only fuelled a fire within Blake to get revenge on the Trojan’s for what they’ve done, for what they’ve taken from her, and for what they’ve almost taken from her. The fact that their plan of attack had back fired and taken a Trojan life instead of a Primordial had been almost humorous to her. Sure, they may have taken down some important figures in the club, but the Trojan’s suffered more of a loss than they did.

Over time, the grief that Blake had once felt in regard to her fathers death had turned to anger considering the man who took her fathers life was one she had once considered a friend to say the least. When she found her fathers body, the first thing she wanted to do was go straight to Knox’s door and shoot him in the head, but after being scolded by every member she came in contact with afterward, she realized she needed to be smarter than that. Their moves had to be calculated and they needed to be smart in order to avoid things getting messier then they already were.

However, there were many nights that Blake had wanted to go searching for Knox and put a gun to his head to demand an answer for why he did what he did. Why did her father have to become a piece in his games? But finding him sitting at a bar stool in plain sight was the last place she expected to find him. It sparked something in her and it took everything in her not to bash his face off the bar countertop. “Kill anyone else’s fathers lately or just mine?” She said as she approached the bar, sitting a few stools away from him to maintain a certain level of safety. She looked down the line at him. He used to be someone she adored, someone she admired, and someone she once loved but now when she looked at him all she could see was a monster. The Knox that she knew all those years ago was long gone and left an empty shell of a man in his place. “I wonder how you’d feel if I took someone you love from you.”

Blake wasn’t some stranger. She wasn’t like all the others that had come into his life strictly because he’d decided to pledge his loyalty to the Primordials at one point. She wasn’t new to his life and his loyalty to her should have never depended on what club he belonged too. He owed her more than that. She had deserved more than that. He could admit to that much but in that same breath he could also admit to the fact that what loyalty he owed her, whatever kindness he owed her, should have rightfully been thrown out the window when she in a purely proverbial way spat in his face and chose to stick with the Thanes side in this war rather than his own. When he’d left the Primordials, she’d had a chance to join him – to side with him and she’d chosen not to. She’d chosen to stick with the men whose father had tried to kill him. She’d chosen to stick not with her childhood friend but instead with the sons of the man who could also be blamed for the fact that his childhood had been complete fucking shit. 

She’d been there every time his father had decided to be a complete ass to him. Been there every time his mother whose supposed disappearance was caused by Cronus killing her in cold blood had been rubbed in his face by his bastard of his father. She’d been there through all of that and when the time had come for her to stick by him, she chose to do the opposite of that. To say he had been a little upset about the whole thing would have been an understatement. In fact, there’s a part of him that knew, despite him telling people otherwise, that he’d mainly chosen her father as the first body to drop in this war just cause he knew it’d hurt Blake the most. By his logic, he couldn’t have stopped her from siding with them. If years of childhood memories meant nothing to her? Then he was right to allow them to mean nothing to him too. 

Lifting his beer to his lips for a sip and feigning indifference to her words, turning his head to face the woman as she took up a stool some distance away from him, at her question the man simply shrugged. “Awful accusation to throw around, Blake. I don’t know shit about what happened to your daddy, you know that.” He answered, dropping his beer back to the table a minute after he’d taken his sip. Not quite an accusation since he had actually killed the man but good luck actually getting him to admit that in a public space. In private, he wouldn’t hesitate to throw in her face the fact that he’d gutted the bastard but here? He was happy to vague it to her. “Yeah? Why wonder? You’re mad, Blake? Do something about it. Just remember, any bastard that could cut up a former friend’s dad and fingerpaint the wall using his blood is probably a bastard that wouldn’t hesitate to make that shit look like child’s play to the bitch that tested him by hurting one of his own.”

[allclarke]

                                 to the edge of the earth,              it’s a brave new world from the last to the first

[kittyflanders]

Tom Hardy,  NYC, 22. 4. 14

[allagentsofshield]

The correct question is what I can offer you. The answer, in case you’re wondering, is redemption. (x)

[wargodknox-blog]

allclarke‌:

It was never about being noble for Allana. She wasn’t asking that of him. All Allana wanted was for this to stop. Good intentions or not, it wasn’t right. To her, Owen was so much more than the MC and so much more than the pain he carried with him. Sure, she understood why he did it and that he had so much weighing on him that she never questioned his reasoning. But to her, this wasn’t going to change the past. Was she furious about what Reina had done? Of course. And a part of her wanted nothing more than for Reina to pay for this, but using fire against fire wasn’t going to do anyone good. It was just going to keep getting people killed. “That’s not at all what I’m saying. I want revenge. I do. I hate her for what she did and I hate that you’re in pain because of them. But that doesn’t warrant hurting them in return. Cliche as it is, violence solves nothing, Owen. And I can’t lose you over a war that has no end.” Shutting her eyes for a brief moment, Allana tilted her head down and tried to steady her heart rate. Owen, above all, was still family and regardless of what was going on with her and Maddox, the thought of anything happening to him wasn’t something she could deal with. 

“You don’t think you’re better? I’m not saying you’re saint—I mean, I’m not naive to think that. But Owen it’s not like you asked for this. Life dealt you a shitty hand and you had no choice but to find a way to survive. All I’m saying now is that maybe…maybe there are new ways to do that. Ways that don’t leave blood on your hands.” Finally, she rose back up and stepped closer toward him. Her head still tilted for a few more moments before peering back up at him. “Do you ever think about that? Just turning away from all this? You can’t fight forever, right?”

It was cute. This Gandhi bullshit she was trying to spew at him was cute especially since he cared for her and all this shit meant she cared for him back but the reality was, they didn’t live in a world where someone who reacted to violence with kindness ended up well and good. She wanted revenge? She hated Reina for what she did? She hated the Thanes for what they had done to him? She needed to stand up then. That passive turning the other cheek shit would only wind up with her getting two cheeks slapped instead of just the one. “Violence solves everything. You think Reina is going to touch you again after what I did to her? You think she’d hire another bastard to hurt you after what I put her through? She won’t. If there’s one thing I know, it’s that she won’t dare pull that shit again. If I hadn’t done it though, you’d still be in her crosshairs. I dunno what the fuck is up with her and the kid or you and Anthony but she had it in for you and just like any other bastard with a grudge, she would have kept at it till you were out of the picture.” He was sure of that. “I just want you safe, Lana. I told you, I get you care but at the end of the day, I’m going to be fine and as long as I’m fine, you’re fine. The only way I can keep us being fine though is if I keep after them. This war ends when I put a bullet in Ant’s brain and I promise you, that’s coming.” He just wanted to make him suffer a bit more before he did it. 

He didn’t mind blood on his hands though. He didn’t mind any of this. He admitted to not being better cause honestly, he wasn’t. If anything, he was worse. There were lines they had laid down that he didn’t care to cross. Things they weren’t willing to do that he could do without even blinking an eye. However, rather than argue with her further on the matter, Knox knowing there was nothing he could say that would make her see things from his side, instead sighed before giving the woman a shrug. “We both got dealt a shitty hand.” He replied, vaguely referencing at the parts of her past she’d chosen to share with him. “Don’t need to fight forever, just till I drop.” He joked before immediately holding up his hands in the universal sign of surrender, just knowing that she’d take that the wrong way. “To turn away from this I’d have to leave Olympus and I ain’t aiming to leave alone. I think about it but It’s just out of the question right now.” 

[wargodknox-blog]

fatesluck‌:

closed starter for @wargodknox

Oliver was out having another smoke break. It’s all so dramatic from the outside looking in, a tired looking Oliver Stone having a smoke, his right arm in a sling, and a jello stain on his sweatpants. He tries not to dwell too much on how he got to this point, as it didn’t exactly feel like rock bottom but somewhere close to it. Perhaps it was the layer of grime and dirt above rock bottom. Or maybe that’s just purgatory. Fuck, Oliver didn’t know. In fact, he didn’t know shit right now. 

He also isn’t entirely sure if he’s seeing things when he spots Knox leaving the hospital. Blue eyes squint, zeroing in on the other man, feeling like the pain medication was maybe getting to him. His head did still feel like it was filled with cement, but his high delusions were never this cruel. Knox was definitely there. “You wanna know something,” Oliver blurts out at an obnoxious level, which of course catches Knox’s attention. “You always reminded me of that weird kid from Toy Story. You remember him? Shit, what was his name..” His words trail off for a moment in thought before coming to the answer, “Oh! It was Sid. The kid that would burn toys with a magnifying glass and blow them up in his yard.” Oliver was being strangely civil for someone who had just been shot, especially towards the man who had a say in the matter and also almost murdered one of the closest people in his life. But here’s the thing, Oliver was dumb, but he wasn’t stupid. He’ll find vengeance within small crawl spaces of someone’s life when the time was right. 

The main reason he’d stuck around the Primordials after learning the truth about his mother was cause he liked the people. Cronus had been a piece of shit. The bastard had killed his mother and then lied about that fact to not only his face but his father’s face for years. If not the fact that Knox had come to learn the truth on his own, the man would have tried to take that secret to the grave with him. The man was shit but the rest of the club? Knox hadn't had an issue with ‘em. Excluding Cronus and a select few he had just never vibed with, he’d considered most of them his friends, more than that he had considered a lot of them his family. With them, he’d had a connection his father had denied him most of his damn life. He had cared for them and they had cared for him back and there were times when he missed them. 

There were times when a little ping of regret would roll through him over the fact that they’d inevitably end up as casualties in this war, just like Rowan had, but just as soon as that ping hits him, he remembers just whose side they had decided to stick with in this war. He may have missed his former people at times but they had their chance to stick with him and they’d chosen not to. Ollie happened to be one of the people he occasionally felt a ping of regret for. The kid was annoying. More than annoying he was a walking, talking migraine but they had used to be friends. They had once been cool so when Knox hears the man loudly calling him out, his first instinct is not to react with violence it’s to laugh. “There a point to this, man?” Not stopping his walk but slowing down enough to not just blow past him, Knox takes the second to glance over the other man. “You look like shit, Ollie. Think you need to get your ass back inside.” 

[wargodknox-blog]

maddoxxhart‌:

@wargodknox​

Maddox had been stewing on Rowan’s near-death experience and the fact that the fucking Trojans had struck again, in retaliation for Maddox and the other Primordials’ actions. The guilt that Maddox had for setting off yet another battle in the larger war made him irrational, so much so that even he saw it in himself. Because as his feet carried him to step up to none other than Owen Knox with nothing but seething anger behind his eyes. Knox had threatened his people. He had hurt his people… all over some fucking bikes? What sort of fucking scumbag did that sort of shit? What sort of person had that little conscience?

Behind his blank eyes, Maddox could only see Rowan in pain. He could only see Sutton covered in blood. He could only see Andy’s hallowed eyes. All of this because Knox apparently didn’t have good insurance or some shit. Stepping up to the man, who was largely more intimidating than Maddox, he tried to not show any weakness, even if it may have been evident. “Where the fuck do you get off?” he squinted, his voice loud over the sounds of Olympus. “Real fuckin’ balls shooting at a bunch of fuckin’ women and children, asshole,” he spat, unsure of what he was doing but unable to stop himself. Owen Knox was an asshole and he needed to know the Primordials– or at least Maddox Hart– was not going to just roll the fuck over. 

“Rowan Fisher almost died because of you and I swear to fucking God, you get near her again–” he stopped short, gritting his teeth to stop his own fucking mouth. “You’re a real fucking class act, Knox.”

By this point, he had no one else to blame but himself. He must have smiled too much. Been a little too polite to be people. Maybe, he just gave off a vibe of someone that could easily be fucked with and whom wouldn’t knock a bitch clean the fuck out for testing him. This? This had to be his own fault cause he couldn’t find anyone else to blame. If it had happened just the one time? Sure, he could pass it. Reina had always considered herself a bad bitch and for that, he imagined she often rolled up to whomever and spoke however she wanted to them. If it had just been her, clearly the blame had to be on her dumbass rather than him but this? This marked the second time he was being tested. This marked the second time someone - a stranger thought he was a chill enough man to take this level of disrespect and just let it all rock. Knox didn’t know Maddie. He was fucking his girl, sure, but just cause they happened to be Eskimo brothers didn’t mean Knox knew the man. For all intents and purposes, Maddie was a fucking stranger who in no way shape or form happened to be affiliated with his club. In fact, he was the opposite of affiliated. For all intents and purposes, Maddie was a fucking enemy and for Knox to have his enemies thinking they could press him and not end up picking their teeth up off the floor, that was on him. That was a problem he needed to solve. 

Forgetting the fact that they were in a public space. Forgetting the fact that the woman he loved would very much have a fit when she found out he’d laid a hand on her ‘beloved’. Forgetting the fact that his freedom was already possibly hanging by a thread after shooting up a very public space, Knox seeing red at this point simply reacted. Aiming to use the other’s man’s height against him, Knox reaching up wrapped his fingers around both sides of the man’s neck before pulling him down just as he shot forward. Head connecting with the man’s nose, it’s with a quick step back to create some space and plant his feet that Knox comes swinging again, aiming a right hook at the man’s jaw. “Or what?” He asked, actually wanting to know just what this prospect was willing to do to him if he went near everyone’s precious Rowan again. “I go near her again and what, Mad? You going to fight me? You going to kill me? Who the fuck do you think you are? Who the fuck do you think I am? What type of shit is Anthony putting in y’all dumbass heads that y’all think I won’t fucking kill anyone of you on the spot?” 

[wargodknox-blog]

nike-alves‌:

Lettie knew that she had pissed off a lot of people, more than she could possibly ever count. Yet, she wasn’t scared for herself. She was too tired to deal with all of this. Her guilt was drowning her, though it was not guilt that she had anticipated. She didn’t feel bad about being the direct cause of her sister’s death. She had deserved it and Lettie couldn’t give any less of a shit about Allura. Her guilt was a direct result of the people who had gotten hurt because she hadn’t fixed the situation fast enough. 

She had sat on it for a while before tell Ryder she needed to face Knox face to face and tell him she was out. She knew that it was heavily implied by her dropping the cut, but she had never been a woman to not say something to a person’s face. Ryder had to drive her, however, between her injuries and the feeling every time she got behind a wheel, she couldn’t drive herself.  “Let’s hope this doesn’t get me murdered,” She said drily to Ryder before stepping out of the new car.

She limped her way to where she knew Knox would be, gun tucked away. She wasn’t planning on using it, but she had recently tried to kill them man, so, she never knew when inspiration would strike again. Once Knox was in her eyesight, she just said it point blank,”I’m out. Figured I should make it perfectly clear.”

@wargodknox @ryderxaeron

At this point, he could only blame himself cause really, who else was there to blame for all of this? He hadn’t treated the club with the respect it needed, he hadn’t treated the cut he handed out to everyone who called themselves a Trojan or a Trojan to be with the respect it was supposed to have. He’d allowed his members to believe this was a social club. That wearing his cut was a fashion statement, a quick tip to skipping a long line if they desired or a conversation starter. When he’d joined the primordials, back when’d jumped to the club out of necessity rather than loyalty he’d known even back then what taking up the cut had meant. It had meant that he’d have to be killed before he willingly took it off. It had meant that if someone wanted it off him, they’d have to fucking pry it from his cold dead fingers. Once he’d gotten to know the members and before Cronus broke the level of trust between them and sent him off to die, the club had meant everything to him, his cut had meant the world. 

When he’d branched off and started up the Trojans, he had thought others would feel the same as he once did. He had thought that the loyalty he showed them would be extended back.  That if he was true to them in a way Cronus had never been to him, they’d be true back. For him, it hadn’t mattered whether he liked every Trojan or not, what mattered was the fact that there wasn’t a person in his club, a person who wore his cut, that he wouldn’t readily die for. That he wouldn’t readily cross any line for.  He had foolishly believed that the bullshit he’d had to endure from Cronus was something he’d never have to face again as he always tried to better than the man who had turned on one of his own. For Knox, things were simple. If you wore his cut, you were a Trojan. If you were a Trojan, you were family. If you were family, you didn’t fucking run when shit got tough. What Lettie had done, the act she’d committed? It meant he had failed in drilling into her head exactly what this club was about and exactly what it meant to wear their name. 

Barely sparing a glance at Lettie as she stepped into the Dive, taking note of the redhead trailing behind her from his quick glance, Knox allowed a humorless chuckle to fall from his lips at the sight of them. He had figured something like this might happen. While he had believed to an extent Lettie would be smart enough not to appear before him, he had also figured given the way she’d abandoned the cut and the club that she’d also consider appearing before him a safe enough thing to do too. Hearing rather than seeing the duo’s approach, it’s at Lettie’s words that another chuckle falls from the man. He had expected that too which was why only hours after discovering the vest, he’d sliced it up and left it to the dogs to play with. If the person it was made for was going to treat it like garbage, he’d destroy it like it was. “You know,” he starts, his gaze finally lifting from the random spot he’d chosen to stare down on his wall. “I never asked you guys to join. It’s not like I got on my hands and knees and begged the two of you to drag your ass over to this side. I gave you an offer and you fucking took it. You chose this. You wanted this.” Growling out the words as his anger got the better of him for a second, it’s with a shake of his head that he pulls his gaze from the woman to eye the man situated beside her. “You out too?”

[oopsprompts]

“You tried to kill me!”

“Don’t insult me. If I’d tried to kill you, you’d be dead.”

[oliviaculpo]

           Have you found something to do that for you? 

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allclarke‌:

The thought of him getting hurt didn’t sit well with her. Despite everything with her and Maddox, Allana still loved and cared for Owen. He held a part of her that she couldn’t, no wouldn’t, deny and there was a connection she wasn’t about to just give up on. Allana saw so much more to him than some MC leader with a vendetta for those who hurt him. Of course, in times like this, it was always difficult to see that side of him. Knox had a way of burying the parts of him she fell for yet still showing them in the strangest of ways. He cared about her, more than anyone else knew, and it was obvious in the way he went after Reina, but that didn’t mean she wanted what happened at the party, to be the result of his revenge. Hell, she wouldn’t even go as far as to say she wanted any sort of revenge. “Owen, you’re not hearing me.” A sigh fell from her still healing lips and she backed up to lean on a nearby counter as she watched him get situated. 

“Maybe it’s stupid to say and maybe I sound like I’m out of some shitty Hallmark movie, but.. you’re better than this, Owen. You’re better than them.” By them she meant a fair few. It was hard to group all the Primordial’s together when there were still a few she cared for. “You want revenge but at what cost? Bodies keep dropping… kids are standing in a line of fire… It’s just—I get it, okay? I mean—not to the same extent and I can’t imagine the pain you have had to deal with. But.. is hurting them going to change anything? It won’t bring your mom back. It won’t bring my baby back. You say this is just how it is, but it doesn’t have to be. You can be different. I know you can.”

He wasn’t hearing her? What part out of all of this showed, he wasn’t hearing her? Everything he’d done up to this point for her was because he’d heard her. He’d heard how broken she’d sounded when she told him about how she’d lost the kid, their kid. He’d heard how much pain she had to endure just cause someone had thrown a hissy fit about a little cheating. He heard everything and he’d taken everything he’d heard and placed it at the very forefront of his mind when he’d stepped out of that van and shot up that picnic. She couldn’t stand there and say he wasn’t hearing her cause she was the only voice he could hear nowadays. However, rather than throw her words back in her face, something he’d be quick to do was it anyone else he was speaking to at the moment, Knox allowed to keep on and explain herself. For one, interrupting her would do little to help him defend against her accusation of not hearing her. Two, he truly did want to hear what she had to say.

He took that back. He didn’t want to hear what she had to say. Waving the woman off as she spoke of him being better than all of this, Knox knowing better turned from the woman to focus his attention on removing his gloves. He was a high school dropout that had spent a decade of his life behind bars. Getting killed by a bullet in a war he happily participated in? That was exactly what he deserved. “Yeah.” Replying only when she finished speaking, Knox having already got one glove undone and was working on the other, lifted his hues to meet hers for a moment. “Them being six feet under means what happened to you, that doesn’t happen again. I’m not the noble type, you know that but you think there won’t be another chick Anthony Thane decides to fuck around with on the side? You think she’s safe from Reina and her petty revenge?  She won’t hesitate to do to that girl exactly what she did to you or worse. You’re saying I shouldn’t shut that shit down? What about the next person that gets in the Thanes way? Think any one of them wouldn’t hesitate to shut that person down? Fellow Primordial or not?” 

Having worked the other glove off as he spoke, Knox tossing them onto a nearby table moved to stand beside the woman, mindful to keep some distance between the two least he smell of sweat. “I’m not better and I’m not doing this cause I care about all those other people who’ll fall by their hands. My fight with Reina starts and ends because of the shit she did to you. Same goes for my fight with the Thanes when it comes to me. Bodies are gonna drop no matter what and there’s always gonna be a kid in the line of fire. That’s never gonna change, Lana. What can change is them being around to pull the shit they do.”

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ryderxaeron‌:

@wargodknox

The sterile walls of the hospital were far too much for Ryder to deal with at the moment. After talking to doctors about Lettie’s sister, telling them to direct all concerns about her to him, he needed a fucking drink. Or some hard drugs. Anything to scrub the image of so many of his loved ones connected to machines. He hadn’t been drunk in weeks, considering the promise he made to Lettie about not drinking while he was healing. But he was ready for that to end now. 

He was on autopilot the entire route to The Dive, just desperate to get himself from point A to point B without something else in his life crashing down in front of his aunt’s car. After what felt like forever, he was walking into the bar that was almost back to it’s former glory. The redhead was fully prepared to just take a bottle and drink himself silly, when he caught sight of Owen Knox at the bar. 

Taking in the sight of his president as he made strides to settle on the bar stool to Knox’s left, Ryder took in his appearance. He couldn’t see if Knox was hurt, but he knew not to trust appearances. “You good?” He finally asked, settling down next to the older man, hoping that the question would spark the Trojan President to tell him what exactly happened that afternoon.

It had to be a cop or some other dumb bastard looking to him for something, it was always either one or the other nowadays. A cop to threaten him or a dumb bastard looking to him for answer’s he didn’t have. It was never a girl scout trying to sell him cookies, an old lady trying to pass off some extra vegetables she’d grown in her home garden or a hooker with a desperate need for a hole to be filled. Every time that door opened, the one that stepped in always had some bullshit to bother him with. Despite the danger it presented him, Knox far less concerned than he should be about a cop wanting to take him away or someone wanting to take his life in the aftermath of a somewhat failed plot, simply lifted his beer back to his lips and downed the last of his drink before slamming it back down, ignoring all together the opening and closing of the Dive’s front door. They’d make themselves known in due time, he was sure. 

Grabbing at another corona that had long since gone hot from just sitting on the counter, Knox using the edge of the bar top to crack it’s top off was quick to lift it back to his lips, the taste of the beer akin to what he could imagine licking a wet dog was like but still not enough to deter him from drinking it. Setting the bottle down just as Ryder came over and settled down next to him, it was at his question, innocent in nature that he turned to the young man. “Do I look okay?” He questioned, with the slightest bit of a slur to his words. The question was rhetorical at best. He looked fine. He had gotten a little bruised and banged up when the van had flipped but it hadn’t been anything that couldn’t be solved by a quick shower and a change of clothes. For all intents and purposes, physically, aside from his slight inebriated state he was as fine as he could be in the moment. “I got a better question.” He started as he lifted back up his hand and curled it around the bottle of his beer. “Where were you? This was an all hands on deck operation and for some reason, you weren’t on deck.”

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allclarke‌:

— @wargodknox

Upset didn’t even begin to cover how Allana felt about all of this. God she hated it. The violence between two MCs and for what? What the hell was the point of all of it? She knew they had their difference and Allana was no saint herself, but she didn’t condone violence, especially not of such extreme measures. But that was the price to pay in a place like this one. Still, she had a few choice words for the man behind a lot of it. And like a disappointed mother, she came in guns blazing, ready to scold him. “Seriously? Is this ever going to stop!?” Her loud voice filled the room as she walked right up to him. “People got hurt, Owen, you could’ve gotten hurt. Did me ending up in the hospital teach you nothing!? Did it not scare you? Because it sure as hell scared me. What is with this place? Why do you guys insist on hating each other so much that people end up dead? I just — I don’t get it.” 

Upset didn’t even being to cover just how Knox felt about all of this. One dead Trojan, a shot up Siren, and one less Prospect who while useless had been a body they needed to fill their numbers. He’d made his point; one he was sure both the Thanes and their bitch had gotten in its entirety, but he’d lost far too much for him to be celebrating. Allura hadn’t been her sister. She’d been useful, violent and made for the life she’d chosen to take part in. Losing her was a devasting loss for the Trojan’s especially when her death had been the only casualty for a day that was supposed to be a win for them. Rising up into another crunch, the burning in his abdomen was just the distraction he needed to pull him from his thoughts, to pull him far enough away from reality enough so that the whine of attention his dog kept directing at him was lost to the mindless task he was committing himself too. Pull him far enough away from everything that despite his deep sense of paranoia, he didn’t hear the opening and closing of his front door or the thundering footsteps that followed till their maker came barging into his home-made gym. 

Pausing mid lift as Allana came barging into his home-made gym, eyes wide as the woman took no time in starting up a rant that both berated him and show how much she cared in the same breath, Knox knowing he wasn’t about to finish his workout with her here and this worked up moved to get himself down. Lifting himself up fully before grabbing at the very top of the bag, holding himself steady before relaxing the grip his legs had on the bag, he dropped his feet to the floor. Giving the great dane who’d been vying for his attention a quick pat to the head to pacify him the minute he was upright, Knox turned back to Allana just as she finished speaking. “You should. The Thanes did to me just about what they did to you. Just about what they did to my mother. They hurt and kill people just cause they can, doesn’t matter if they’re innocent or loyal to them or not. This ends only after I put that whole fucking family in the ground.” He explained, his tone remaining soft despite the way she had come at him. “I get it and I hear you about that safety shit but what do you want me to do, Lana? I promised Reina I’d get her back for what she did to you, and I promised the Thanes I’d get ‘em back for what they did to me. This is just how shit is.” 

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anthonythane‌:

He didn’t give a fuck if Knox had an unfair advantage being an ex-Marine. He didn’t care, however. “You leave my fuckin’ kids outta this, you understand?” He approached Knox, trying to use his height to be intimidating. “And if you got a problem with my wife, settle it with me. Don’t be a pussy and beat up a woman.” He announced, his words as slow as he was. “We’re talkin’ as dead as a fuckin’ doorknob.” He wanted to intimidate the man and wanted to show Knox who actually owned this town because it sure as hell wasn’t him. “Or are you just mad that we fucked the same girl and realized you ain’t special?” Anthony knew what his own intentions were. He was going to physically fight the other man but for now, he needed to get him as angry as possible.

“Or what?” Childish though the reply was, he really wanted to know. What the fuck would he do to him, really? Fucking sic his wife on him cause in Knox’s opinion at least she had more balls than the man in front of him. The man in front of him couldn’t do shit but allow his wife to fight his battles for him. For fuck’s sake, Knox had carved a damn K in the woman and here Thane was, spitting out words instead of crushing throats. For a woman who he happened to be sharing with at least two other men, he’d been willing to kill not just one person, but two. Two people before then assaulting and almost killing another one with the promise to do more and this was for a woman he loved but happened to be sharing. For his wife? For someone, he shared children with? God take pity on the person who dared to lay their hand on her. Had someone done to his wife what Knox had done to Reina? There would be no arguments, there would be no petty little verbal showdowns in a fucking supermarket cause the bastard would already be buried six feet under or at the very least begging to be there. “Stop being a pussy and I might. Your wife wanna act like she’s the man? She’ll get treated like she is. If you had stepped up and muzzled your bitch when you had the chance, we wouldn’t be here, but you got her over there thinking she’s running the show and well, the one running the show is the one that’s gonna get knocked the fuck down a peg or two.” Not at all phased as the man stepped closer to him, Knox standing his ground, simply peered up at the other, same smirk playing on his lips still. “You just mad I ran your wife through with a knife. Come on, man. Out of the both of us, who really the one with shit to prove? You may have fucked my girl but I gutted your bitch.”