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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Sweeney was moping in the shadow of a looming building, one of his trusted knives clutched gracefully in his paw. One might wonder why he didn't just slice his own throat open and end his life finally if he was in such constant turmoil. He had a simple reason: he was only alive for the revenge. There was only one reason he was still alive. He was going to find that bastard Turpin and kill him, make him feel a fraction of the pain he caused the tom. That was his one goal, then he could die happy. He had made his peace with the fact he would never see his daughter again, and frankly didn't want to live his life without his wife. He would join her in the afterlife after his revenge was reacted. They would watch over their daughter, be her guardian angels.


    The Maine Coon sighed, hooded eyes downcast.


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    She was drunk. Very very very drunk. I guess being sexually and physically abused wasn't really a good excuse to become a slutty alcoholic tease, but that's what she was. Evelyn had slid into the shadows, tears streaking her cheeks as she tossed an empty bottle of vodka against a wall. "fuck you you stupid piece of shit!" she'd scream cry as the bottle left her paw and she slumped to the ground. It was too hard to be fine all the time, and all of these memories were clouding her mind and it was too much. Not a moment passed by where she didn't think about killing herself. Hell, she had even phantasized about the ways she could end her life, but she'd never have the guts to do it. Maybe it was because she didn't really want to die, or maybe she just was too afraid to do it. She knew she'd just come right back, so what was the point?


    The female's sobbing began to fade back into silence, but the tears still streamed. Her chest hurt and her lungs were tight. The scenes played in her mind of the horrible things he had done when she was younger. The thing he did to her and took from her that she could never get back. The thing that had fucked her up so much and had left her so insecure. Why couldn't she just kill herself and just be gone? Why did she have to be immortal and fucking come back every single fucking time. Why did such shitty things had to happen to her?


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Hearing the sobs, Sweeney was half-tempted to turn tail and walk out of there. He was not at all one for comforting others in their time of need; how he could console someone when he couldn't get his own shit together? But he knew that was inappropriate. He knew he needed to see what was wrong. It was his job, kind of. A frown etched on his features, the shadowy figure slunk over towards the sound of hysterics and the reek of alcohol.


    Todd's ebony eyes fell on none other than Evelyn. She wasn't one he recognized, but she was a clanmate nonetheless. He took a hesitant seat next to her, remaining silent. The duo craved death for two similar reasons. Something out of their control happened and it ruined their lives. She was used and abused by her father and he had been exiled so his wife could be further pursued by a vulture of the law. And now she was dead. She killed herself because that filthy creature took advantage of her, and now his daughter was somewhere he did not know.


    He cleared his throat, finally settling his gaze on Evelyn. "Want to talk about it?" He asked, gentle voice soft. He wouldn't waste time of pleasantries like 'What's your name?', or 'Are you okay?', or 'What's wrong?'. They felt wrong. He wasn't about to ask a hysteric female what her name was or if she was okay or what happened. Clearly something went down and that was all that mattered.


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