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Week Sixteen -- Wednesday
Who: Blaze and Junk
Where: Sundance Cemetary
When: Late Wednesday Afternoon
Why: Blaze finally tries to deal with Tootles' death and runs into Junk, cue drama.
Blaze had lost the drowning feeling that had consumed him during the war on the day that he talked to Sensei and Hazard about everything. Yet, despite being able to carry on a somewhat normal life, the death of his son hung like a fog over his heart. Often, after Sensei had fallen asleep beside him that day in the alley would roar up before him like a horror movie he couldn't help but watch over and over again. Even when he closed his eyes he could see the bloody, broken body of the boy. And Junk's screams.
The last week or so he'd been asking around town and at the Trading Post about where he could find the grave of his son. He'd gotten a smart ass tip from someone to check the graveyard and at first he'd put it off. It had been awhile since anyone had used the Sundance Cemetary but it was worth a shot. Still, it took him two whole days to decide to actually visit the grave.
It was late Wednesday afternoon that he was able to make some excuse and slip from the Hospital to search the graveyard. The sky was overcast, a perfect reflection of his mood. It wasn't until he reached the broken gate of the cemetary that he realized he was trembling. This was the biggest issue in his life right now and he knew he had to deal with it somehow or it would drive him crazy. Sensei was always there to listen, but there were some things he just had to do all by himself.
He put his hands in his pockets and snuggled into his leather jacket. He walked the rows and rows of graves for at least forty five minutes before he found anything, and it wasn't a headstone that had caught his attention but a distinctly crafted angel sculpture that could be no one elses work except for Junk's. He swallowed the lump in his throat and read the hand carved headstone from a distance. Keegan Alexander Heart He'd only seen the name once before, in the undelivered letter he'd found in Junk's desk.
He just stood there a moment, unable to do or feel anything. The cemetary was silent except for the wind in the trees. He walked closer and reached down to run his hands over the middle name of his son, his own real name. He closed his eyes for a long time before the dam inside of him broke and he was washed in tremendous feelings of guilt, sorrow, regret and terror. Guilt from not being able to save him. Sorrow from the loss of it all. Regret that he hadn't known sooner and hadn't been a father. Terror for the horrific way in which the boy had died while Blaze was only able to stand there.
He kneeled on the grave, with his upper arm across the top of the headstone and his forehead resting on his arm and Blaze cried in a way that he hadn't done since he was a child.
Where: Sundance Cemetary
When: Late Wednesday Afternoon
Why: Blaze finally tries to deal with Tootles' death and runs into Junk, cue drama.
Blaze had lost the drowning feeling that had consumed him during the war on the day that he talked to Sensei and Hazard about everything. Yet, despite being able to carry on a somewhat normal life, the death of his son hung like a fog over his heart. Often, after Sensei had fallen asleep beside him that day in the alley would roar up before him like a horror movie he couldn't help but watch over and over again. Even when he closed his eyes he could see the bloody, broken body of the boy. And Junk's screams.
The last week or so he'd been asking around town and at the Trading Post about where he could find the grave of his son. He'd gotten a smart ass tip from someone to check the graveyard and at first he'd put it off. It had been awhile since anyone had used the Sundance Cemetary but it was worth a shot. Still, it took him two whole days to decide to actually visit the grave.
It was late Wednesday afternoon that he was able to make some excuse and slip from the Hospital to search the graveyard. The sky was overcast, a perfect reflection of his mood. It wasn't until he reached the broken gate of the cemetary that he realized he was trembling. This was the biggest issue in his life right now and he knew he had to deal with it somehow or it would drive him crazy. Sensei was always there to listen, but there were some things he just had to do all by himself.
He put his hands in his pockets and snuggled into his leather jacket. He walked the rows and rows of graves for at least forty five minutes before he found anything, and it wasn't a headstone that had caught his attention but a distinctly crafted angel sculpture that could be no one elses work except for Junk's. He swallowed the lump in his throat and read the hand carved headstone from a distance. Keegan Alexander Heart He'd only seen the name once before, in the undelivered letter he'd found in Junk's desk.
He just stood there a moment, unable to do or feel anything. The cemetary was silent except for the wind in the trees. He walked closer and reached down to run his hands over the middle name of his son, his own real name. He closed his eyes for a long time before the dam inside of him broke and he was washed in tremendous feelings of guilt, sorrow, regret and terror. Guilt from not being able to save him. Sorrow from the loss of it all. Regret that he hadn't known sooner and hadn't been a father. Terror for the horrific way in which the boy had died while Blaze was only able to stand there.
He kneeled on the grave, with his upper arm across the top of the headstone and his forehead resting on his arm and Blaze cried in a way that he hadn't done since he was a child.