Who: Kane Lewis, Tristan Lewis, and Briar Hayes What: Throwin' down like a boss. Where: An abandoned pier near San Diego, CA When: Early morning, Friday May 13th, 2011. Warnings: Welp, it's Kane. Also character death. Also I haven't had my coffee yet.
There was a cool, gray mist hanging over the pier. Appropriate, Kane thought, as he stepped down from the glyph he'd conjured to get here and onto the rotting wood. A cloak of fog for what's to come. He couldn't quite comprehend what had possessed Tristan to name this their final meeting place, but at the same time he couldn't deny that it was fitting. If Tristan wanted to die somewhere shrouded, somewhere hopeless and abandoned, that was certainly his prerogative. For once, Kane didn't mind obliging him in whatever small way he could.
The morning was quiet, almost silent apart from the sound of the waves hitting the sand below. Peaceful, yet foreboding, and Kane drank it in like it was his morning coffee. He'd been waiting for this morning for years. By the time the sun was high in the sky, Kane would have no more family, nothing else to hold him back. He would be free. The thought made him almost giddy with anticipation.
But his excitement was cut short when, as he reached the end of the pier, not one but two figures emerged from the mist. When the figures became clearer, his lip curled – partially out of disgust and partially out of something much more sinister. Next to Tristan, Briar looked like a child, and their mutual loathing of him, more apparent on her face than on his, painted a ridiculous picture from Kane's perspective. "So you brought back-up, did you?" he announced softly, his tone amused but dangerous. He spoke to Tristan, but his eyes never left Briar. "You've both come to kill me because I've killed things you both love. How sweet. Misguided, but sweet. Really, I ought to thank you." His face broke into a wide, wolfish grin. "You've given me two for the price of one."