|Hutch (shatteredlife) wrote in shadowlands_ic,|
@ 2017-07-19 17:01:00
|Entry tags:||peter foster|
Who: Peter – Narrative with NPC Damian
What: A conversation
When: BACKDATED July 16, 1888
Where: Their normal meeting place.
After the attack on Lucien, watching the man get stabbed before help came, Peter had headed straight for a bar. Lucien had almost died. What he had wanted eight years ago was almost within his grasp, but then again it wasn’t. After being gone eight years and being out of the pack, there was no way he’d ever be able to take over. No, instead, it was possible one of his brothers could take it but Peter’s chance at anything of the sort was long gone.
He sat in the bar, drinking and waiting. He knew Damian would call on him, would want to meet. The attempt on Lucien’s life had failed and he would want to know what happened. Peter had been there and Damian knew that. And so Peter waited. He was on his fifth beer when a boy came to him with a letter in hand.
“He says…” the boy stopped to catch his breath. “He says ‘now’!”
Peter rolled his eyes and then tossed the boy a coin before standing to his feet. Looking at the letter he sighed and shook his head.
What in the hell happened?
He rolled the letter into a ball and tossed it into the garbage before heading to the spot the two always met. Damian and Peter never were seen together in public and always met in secret in a little clearing outside the city, surrounded by trees. As always, he arrived first. Taking a seat on a log, he listened to everything around him until he heard Damian’s footsteps. He stood to his feet and waited for him to show himself.
“So,” Damian said as he stepped into the clearing. “Tell me what happened.” He wasn’t here for small talk, he was here for information. He wanted to know what happened with Lucien.
Peter shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. “Your assassin failed,” he said simply. “There were a few injuries to Lucien, but he fought back. Your assassin was apparently not trained well enough,” he said with a shake of his head. “And then help came and your little assassin ran with his tail tucked between his legs,” he said snidely. “Second attempt and it was botched just as much as the first.”
“Don’t you take that tone with me, boy!” Damian growled. “Why didn’t you step in. Help?”
Peter’s anger surged forward, his hackles rising. “Help? You told me to stay the fuck away, so I did. I was too far away to do anything but watch. This is how you wanted it! I don’t know about you, but I think all these grand plans and ideas you have are worthless,” he spat out.
Peter could feel Damian’s anger growing and he prayed like hell the other man would attack. It would put an end to everything.
“Third time will be a charm,” the other man finally said, ignoring the rest of what Peter had said. He had the mind to rip the man’s throat out, but he needed Peter for the moment. Afterwards, when Lucien was gone and there was no need for Peter, he’d do away with him. For now, however, he needed him alive and well.
“Third time? For fucks sake, Damian!” Peter growled. “Enough is enough. This has been going on for at least eight years, maybe longer if this all started before I joined up with you. No more,” he shook his head. “No more. I’m done. I’m fucking done!”
This time, Damian did move. Lunging at Peter the two wrestled, both taking hits and blows that would heal fairly quickly when it was all over. Peter wasn’t aiming to just have a small battle, however, he was putting in enough to take Damian out if he could. A jab came up high at Peter, he ducked and tossed a low hit to Damian’s midsection, then a swift movement of his foot had Damian losing his footing and going to his knees. Quickly Peter had the man from behind, his arms around in a chokehold around Damian’s neck, ready to break it.
“Wait!” Damian screeched out. “You know if you do this, if you kill me, back out, you won’t make it far,” he said. “Information will be given to those who need to know that Peter Foster is behind the attacks. Treason. You and your whole family will go down,” he actually let out a laugh. “They’ll go for your family first, then they’ll come after you,” he then said. “So do it. End this. But know you’ll be beginning something else.”
Peter cursed and then let go, kicking Damian in the back and sending him fast first into the dirt at their feet. “Fuck you!” He growled out.
Damian laughed and crawled to his knees then lifted to his feet and brushed the dirt from his face and clothing. “You’ll get me more information, let me know when he’ll be out again, and this time it will be me who attacks.”
Peter laughed and stared wide-eyed at him. “You? You couldn’t even take me and I can tell you that Lucien is a much better fighter than me. I had you to breaking your neck within minutes. You don’t have a chance.”
“I will,” Damian said. “I’ll get him. Don’t you worry your pretty little head. You just get me the info.”
“You’re funeral,” he shook his head. He then spat at Damian’s feet, turned, and walked out of the clearing, his mind racing and not wanting to go home to be alone.