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It's Just a job I do


OK so this is the end of part one.  Just about where I stopped.  If you can figure out why PLEASE tell me, cause I can't figure it out! 

I can’t help it, I’m still worried, I guess it’s normal.   I just don’t want him to have to do this; over the next week I must suggest sneaking out of town at least fifteen times.  He’s not hearing it, either he wants to do this, or he feels like he has to.   I can’t say I understand, but he is Kevin and he has stood by me through some odd things.  I can’t count the nights he’s patched up injuries I’ve gotten at work.  We fall into a pattern over the week; Kevin makes some attempt at practicing with weapons but mostly he practices with the silver.  I read him passages from the Book of the Ulfheonar he is partial to ‘and they killed many men but they were themselves unharmed’.   My feeling is that he is a little nervous as well or he wouldn’t have keyed in on that line.      


The week goes all too quickly and soon the six of us are gathered again in the meeting room that belongs to the Powers that Be.  Each of us has to place a weapon on the table, for me it’s my silver dagger.  Each of the others seems to have also chosen an edged weapon.  I don’t want to be doing this so much I can taste it.  I kill people as a job, I don’t want to fight in my private life, where is the profit in that?  And I don’t want Kevin hurt.  We are told that the point here isn’t to kill your opponent.  I’m not paying as close attention as I should be, because Kevin and Dirk are facing off before I even step away from the table that is holding our weapons. 


Dirk takes my knife.  I know that was the plan; I know that is what Kevin was betting on but fear closes around my heart.  What if Kevin can’t sustain a wound from it?  I start forward, but a hand on my shoulder stops me.  I look back and see it is the Power that paid me – Kevin’s father. 


“He has to do this himself.  He is strong enough, and if he’s not he doesn’t deserve to win.”    


I want to snap at Kevin’s father.  To yell and stop this silly fight, between two men that are so obviously not fit for a battle.  I want to say ‘let me fight for him’, but I don’t.  I just stand there watching as Kevin chooses his weapon; I think it’s the one he brought the one he has been practicing with.  Well at least that is a blessing; he’s not too bad with it. 


I watch as the two men circle each other.  Neither looks truly confidant but Dirk seems to be hiding it better.  I don’t want to watch, but I can’t pull my eyes away.  They circle again and then Dirk rushes in, knife flashing.  Kevin grabs Dirks hand and pushes him back.  Good lord these men can’t fight.  I should have started teaching Kevin to fight when I first met him. 


“I’ll get you O’Conner. I’ll get you with your girlfriend’s knife.  It’s silver, it’ll kill you.”   


“Get it over with then,” I don’t like the sound of Kevin’s voice, he sounds resigned.  They circle again and as Kevin’s back is too me, Dirk thrusts again.  I don’t have to see Kevin to know that the knife had bitten into his flesh I can feel it.   Through the pain blossoming in my stomach I wonder if this is why Kevin always seems to know when I’ve been hurt when I’m out working.  I watch as Kevin stumbles and sags under the weight of the pain.  I would rush forward to pull Kevin away, but the hand is still on my shoulder, and it stops me.     


“Is that all you got?” Kevin asks through clenched teeth.  I see him straighten and then he gathers himself and jumps, bowling an unresisting Dirk over and the two fall to the floor.


“You should be dead,” Dirk says.


“I’m not,” Kevin says.  He’s doing something, but I can’t tell what until I see my knife in his hand.  He places the knife at Dirk’s throat, “but you could be.  Yield?” 


Dirk holds off for a long heartbeat before he nods.  Kevin stands tall for a few seconds before I brake away from his father and touch my Kevin’s back, “Kev?”


“Oh fuck…” he says as he starts to – well deflate is the closest word I can think of.  He leans back against me and then his legs fold up under him and I ease him gently to the floor.  There is blood all over him, but he smiles up at me, “See I told you I could take the silver.”


“I know… hush I’ll get you home.”


“You didn’t say it would hurt so much.”


“Would you have listened?”


“No…probably not.”


“I didn’t think so,” I say with a smile, “you hush now,” I look up at the Powers that Be and ask, “You must have a doctor here, right?”  the Power that was introduced to me as Erin’s mother nods and then gestures to someone.  A door I never noticed opens and two young women step through it, between the two of them they lift Kevin and take him away from me.  They leave me kneeling where Kevin had been. 


“You fight Erin now,” Kevin’s mother says gently. 


“No, I’ve fought her before and won,” I should be with Kevin not fighting some stupid girl.


“You have to.  It’s the way things are, and you agreed to it,” Erin says.


“I don’t have to do anything,” I say looking up at her. 


“You do or you forfeit,” Kevin wouldn’t want me to forfeit, but I really want to find Kev and make sure he’s all right. I start to stand and Erin rushes at me.  I stand stunned for a split second, not wanting to believe that she would be silly enough to attack me.  Then, without thinking about it, I attack.  Soon she’s against the wall I’m holding her against the wall with one hand and the other has her face turned so her throat is exposed to me.   This is stupid.   I shift my hold and slam her head against the wall; she goes limp and I drop her.


“Guess I don’t forfeit.”





It’s all a blur.  Finding Kevin where he is with the healers, patching him up.  It should be me, being patched up.  I should never have let him fight.  One of the healers, a young man, not a werewolf, looks up at me and smiles, “He’ll be fine, the wound was half cauterized when we got him.”


“He believed the silver wouldn’t hurt him.”


The healer makes a snorting noise, “It doesn’t work that way,” he says, his tone of voice soothing.  I could argue with him, but I don’t.  Why let everyone in on my secrets?  I just let the healer continue, “So we’ll be ready to move him back to the town house soon,” I nod dumbly, relived that Kevin will be alright, “He’ll need rest and time to heal.  Are you capable of caring for him?”


“Yes,” I want to be insulted by the question, but I’m not, I’m just happy that Kevin will be alright, “I’ve taken care of the wounded in the past.”


“Good then.”


I sit and wait, while the healers finish with Kevin.  Then we are escorted as I carry Kevin to the car, well to a black minivan.  His eyes are still closed as I set him down on the back seat.  I take a seat on the floor next to him and the van is started and we are driven home.  He still seems asleep as I take him up to the room and tuck him into bed.  I sit next to him and smooth Kevin’s hair back off of his face and he stirs under my hand.


“That was… unpleasant,” he murmurs, “but at least it worked.” 


“You were incredible,” I say with real pride.


“Was I?  He did stab me.”


“That’s fine, you survived and you won.  Now you rest.”


“And I’ll feel better in the morning?”


“You just might,” I say as he slips back off into sleep.  


( 20 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 11th, 2006 01:52 am (UTC)
yeah, why did you stop there???

write more!! :D
Jul. 11th, 2006 02:17 am (UTC)
well I turned up another 6 pages - intrducing more people, new TYPES of people... I'll have to sit down and figure out why this stopped. It was like "well Kev is hurt adn I don't want to talk anymore"
Jul. 11th, 2006 02:18 am (UTC)
so, go somewhere else for the time being with the story :D
Jul. 11th, 2006 02:23 am (UTC)
well I kinda did - I followed the Healer and his lover (long established chericters of mine) and that took me to the Troll stories I posted for Athena a few months back... and then from there I worte a peice called "the worlds end" abotu Elizabeth (the Genis Loci of the city) and then "Bound 'Round" about Willam, Gawain, Ryes adn his sister Teg when they were kids and that lead to Bram andthen to Adam.. and here I am...LOL
Jul. 11th, 2006 02:28 am (UTC)

post it! :D
Jul. 11th, 2006 02:39 am (UTC)
I hav - they are each little stories of their own all in the same city.

I should do an index...
Jul. 11th, 2006 02:40 am (UTC)
i did an index in my fic journal.
Jul. 11th, 2006 02:47 am (UTC)
yeha I saw that... I should do one adn future date it or something... maybe at the end of the month when I get another day off
Jul. 11th, 2006 02:52 am (UTC)
yaay! go for it :D
Jul. 11th, 2006 02:53 am (UTC)
I'llhave to make sure it's all in there...LOL
Jul. 11th, 2006 02:57 am (UTC)
yeah, that's helpful.
Jul. 11th, 2006 11:25 am (UTC)
I guess it's all at Devaint art (except for the recent things)
Jul. 11th, 2006 12:54 pm (UTC)
cool! :D
Jul. 11th, 2006 11:09 pm (UTC)
I'll probably jsut post everyting that I am in doubt about
Jul. 12th, 2006 02:08 am (UTC)
sounds like a plan. :D
Jul. 12th, 2006 11:28 am (UTC)
an evil plan that I enacted last nigth... also started the index...
Jul. 12th, 2006 02:36 pm (UTC)
yeah, i saw a ton of posts from you, i'l get back to them, i will!! :D
Jul. 12th, 2006 11:30 pm (UTC)
take your time - I made an index post that is dated for the day I turn 40...
Jul. 13th, 2006 03:11 am (UTC)
heh, okies.

watch this weekend or Monday for your sammy spam. :D
Jul. 13th, 2006 11:14 pm (UTC)
so cool...
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