Garret J. Foss (cant_touchthis) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-01-02 13:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | finn, garret |
Friday March 20th 2009
Who: Garret and Finn
What: Marching into the lion's den
Where: Liam's house in Boston
When: Late night
Rating: R for language and violence
Maybe it was fury at Rorie that was driving him, or maybe it was fury at Liam, or anger that this scenario was even possible in his life. Whatever the reason, Garret's jaw was set and his confidence was high, and his body was alight with tense readiness. He was well dressed, exactly the kind of thing you'd wear to meet your husband's mafiosa biodad. Exactly the kind of thing he didn't mind dying in. Because despite his incredible overconfidence, Garret knew that he could die tonight. But he had to try. Rorie couldn't spend his life caught up in his life, he couldn't. Garret wouldn't let it happen. So he was going to fix it.
The Mustang screeched to a halt outside Finn's place, and Garret beeped twice. He was going to storm the house, just walk in like he owned the place, and negotiate. It was a shitty plan, but men like Liam were curious little fucks. They liked to play with their food before they killed it, and at the very least, Liam would humor Garret if only to find out what he wanted.
Finn was outside in two seconds. He himself had only put on jeans, his work boots, and a thermal shirt under a leather jacket. Something he didn't mind getting dirty. "Let's do this," he said once he got in. Finn had decided to keep his opinions to himself about Garret and Rorie's relationship. This was about getting Rorie out of this. "Do we have an exact plan or just playing it by ear?" He asked, as he shifted in his seat. Just feeling all that, twisted and swirling anger was making him want to crack a window it was so hot.
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Plan? Oh, Garret had a plan. "We're gonna walk in there and bargain." He said it with such confidence, it almost didn't sound like suicide. Almost.
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"Walk in and bargain," Finn replied. Yep, they were going to die tonight. Well, maybe. He was going to try and hope for the best. "Okay then," he sighed as he just hung out for the ride. It didn't seem right to just sit there and try to make conversation. So, he sat in silence as they drove to
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Boston. Finally, they pulled up in front of the house that housed his father and mother and little sister. Hopefully it'd just be Liam tonight. Getting out, they were met with guards, of course. "I'm here to see Liam," Finn said. "You can tell him his son Finn's here to see him." That got them running. Then they were back and now Finn and Garret were being escourted in. "This should be fun," Finn sighed as they walked inside to the luxurious house. Being lead in, they were left in a study of sorts. "Hello," a smooth, Irish lilt said as in stepped the man of the hour. "I was beginnin' ta wonder if ye would show up at all," Liam said as he walked in, dressed in a suit with his hair slicked back and clean shaven.
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Garret wasn't very talkative on the drive over, because he'd said all he needed to say. They were going to walk in and Garret was going to barter with a man who'd had his own son help kill a guy for being late with a payment. No, this was not a suicidal mission at all.
Keeping quiet while Finn did his thing, Garret kept a straight face except for the glares shot at the drones that guarded the doors. And soon enough, there was Liam, like a king. Cocky prick. Garret had to refrain from snarling. "My favorite murderer," Garret replied with a smile, stepping forward. "Have you been missing me?"
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Turning his head, to give Garret a smirk, Liam chuckled. "I haven't, but your husband has. Poor boy, acts like he just lost someone," he chuckled. "I suppose you came by ta see him. Ye just missed him. Went back ta his place down the street. I'll be sure ta let him know ye came by." Finn just rolled his eyes and sighed. "Are you done drolling? We wanna talk," he said, reaching out and feeling everyone in the room. "Have a seat," Liam said, using his powers to pull out chairs. "I'm all ears. Ye probably have something. . . Interestin' ta say about somethin' or other."
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Giving Finn a look, Garret nodded toward a chair, indicating that he needed to sit down and shut his face. Despie how bad the plan might have been, it was still Garret's plan, and the only one he had. But he himself didn't sit, instead remained on his feet and walked closer to Liam. "Amazingly, no, I'm here to see you, sweet pea. I want to negotiate." Just that one word, negotiate, would pique Liam's interest. Men like him loved games and intrigue.
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Finn took the seat and let Garret have the reigns. He was just the invitation, it seemed, so for then he'd play fair. "Negotiate?" Liam said, quirking an eyebrow. "Now, what would we be negotiating?" He asked, taking the bait. He was definitely intrigued by the word and what Garret was willing to give. "Wouldn't be my son, would it? The other one, that is," he smirked, eyeballing Garret and trying to read him.
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If Liam was trying to read Garret, he'd have a hard time. Garret was in fine form tonight. He took a few steps, casually pacing, arms crossed over his chest. "You know precious, as a matter of fact it would be about your son. The one I slept with. I want you to let him go and stop making him a part of your stupid life. You gave him up once, you can do it again. So. Do." He turned, facing Liam, a small smirk on his face.
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"Ye do know that negotiating means that both of us get something out of this, right?" Liam said as he walked over to a cabinet and poured a glass of bourbon. "Drink?" He asked, offering it to Garret and Finn. Finn shook his head and sat there feeling like the kid in the princeple's office. Shrugging, he poured another glass for Garret if he wanted it. "I give ye Rorie, let him out of this life, what do I get in return?" Liam asked as he settled against the front of a writing desk, leaning against it as he sipped his drink.
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The smirk was ever present on Garret's face as he declined the drink offered to him. He wasn't foolish enough to take something from the enemy. "What do you get in return..." He paused a moment, then grinned. "You're a gambling man, aren't you Liam? I can tell. Most men like you are. You're in control of everything around you, so you like to throw caution to the wind sometimes, see if you dominate luck as well. Am I right?"
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"Yer tryin' ta goade me," Liam said, narrowing his eyes at Garret. "I like it," he smirked after a moment. "Alright, tell me yer great gambling bet. I'm interested." Liam wanted to see what this man had up his sleeve. Play his game, let him slip up, then have him fold.
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Shrugging, Garret looked innocent for about twenty seconds. "Guilty as charged," he admitted. "Okay, okay. I'll relieve the suspense. You let go of Rorie, and Finn, and pretty much vanish from both their lives. And in return... I'll let you shoot me in the head. Point blank."
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"Now that. . . Is just too nice," Liam chuckled as he finished his drink and set down the glass before walking around his desk and pulling a drawer open. "Almost too nice, but who am I to deny someone's death wish," he laughed as Finn looked between them like they were both on crack. Reaching into the drawer, he pulled out a pistol and meandered over. "Deal is a deal. I shoot ye, Finn and Rorie are let out," he said, opening the barrel and checking to make sure there were bullets. "Seems fair enough." Walking over to Garret, he lifted the gun, pressed it against Garret's forehead and pulled the trigger. "No!" Finn cried, jumping up.
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It was go time. The pathfinder's cockiness didn't seem to face, although on the inside his heart was hammering hard in his chest. If he didn't time this right, if he was off by even half a second, he was dead. But he could do this. He had to.
He smiled as Liam pulled out the gun from the drawer, and stood steady as the cold steel lined up with his forehead. Here it went. Three, two, one. Garret's heart jumped as the trigger went off, and his eyes closed for a moment as he focused, his body following the bullet on its path through his head, the hot lead phasing easily through him as though it'd been shot through warm butter. And when he heard it hit the wall behind him, Garret's blue eyes opened, and he smiled. "Well," he said, two fingers placed gently on the side of the barrel to push it away from his face. "That's that then."
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There was his Ace. The man could phase through things, that was not lost on him. He knew the first shot wouldn't work. Didn't plan on that one to do the job. "That is that then," he sighed before lowering his gun and looking at Garret. "Or not," he focused, grabbed onto him and held him in place with his powers. "Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice, yer fucked," he growled, making sure Garret coudln't go anywhere and fired the rest of the gun into him. "No! Fuckin' hell!" Finn screamed, horrified as he stood here, wide eyed and jaw agape.
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So, this was death. It was quick, that was certain. Garret didn't even have time to be scared, or really register what Liam was saying to him. There was anger, that he knew, and then the gun was back and it was incredibly hot on his head. And then just... nothing. It went black, and that was that. He was gone.
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Finn stood there, shaking as he looked down at Garret's dead body. "No," he whispered. "No, no, no, no. Why!? Why!?" He screamed at Liam as the men from earlier came in and dragged Garret away. "Because," Liam said, finally letting that nasty side show. "If I didn't, I'd have to kill the pregnant girl, yer girlfriend, yer friends, Rorie's friends, and that's a lot of work," he sighed as he reloaded the gun and set it aside, banking on Finn's shock to keep him planted. "Ye work for me. Ye try anything and everyone ye love will end up in the trash like Garret," the older man snarled. "Understand? Understood!?" He bellowed as Finn stood there, tears pricking his eyes. "Yes," Finn answered softly as the blood was cleaned up, Garret was gone, and he was left with his father. "Good," Liam smiled as he walked back to the cabinet and poured himself another drink. "Now, go home. Pack and go move in with yer brother," Liam said, downing his glass and pouring another. Finn was in shock, but he wasn't stupid. This had to end. Whether or not Ash would hate him or Rorie would die from grief, but one thing was for certain. Liam was dead man walking. Lifting up the gun, he cocked it and pointed it at him. "Do it," Liam chuckled, watching the reflection. "I dare-" BANG! The man dropped to the floor, dead. "Fuck you," Finn said, sniffling as he kept the gun and walked out, going to look for Garret's body.
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When air forcibly reentered Garret's lungs, it burned like hell and it forced his chest to open, and his heart made a great leap and suddenly the world was a fiery mass of noise around him. He might have screamed, but it hurt too much and he was gasping and coughing, his chest in agony. All his muscles jolted, his hand hitting something hard and metal and making a huge clang. After minutes of coughing and gasping, Garret sat up, grasping at anything to help him up. When he was finally upright, he blinked, taking in a deep breath and coughing again. It reeked. "Wha.. ha... augh," he spat, clawing at the walls around him and realizing all too quickly he was in a dumpster. Literally, he had been tossed in a dumpster. Like garbage.
Pulling himself to his feet, Garret looked around, taking in his environment. Industrial park, near the docks. "Wha...?" he said again, blinking as liquid flowed into his eyes. Swiping it away, he took in another breath. Well. This was odd.
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It took some time, but Finn had done it. He was no technically in charge since his father was dead and he was the oldest brother. Well that wouldn't do. Getting the information he needed, he got in the mustang and sped over to Industrial park. What was he going to tell Rorie? Mal? God, what was he going to do with the body? Parking the car, he got out and started to look for the right dumpster. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cursed, wiping his eyes as he carried the gun with him. Garret was one of his best friends. His brother-in-law. Now he was gone. "Damn it! Where are you!" He screamed when he found the dumpster he was looking for, but Garret wasn't there. They lied. Of course, they did. "Damn it!" He screamed again, kicking the dumpster. "Damn it," he whispered as he finally let a few tears slide, not realizing the buzzing in his head was from a slightly disoriented man a few dumpsters down.
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Someone sure was making a lot of noise somewhere, and it was giving Garret a headache. "Qui.. BANGING!" he shouted, the hell of his hand pressed to his forehead. God, why did it hurt so much? And why was it so wet? "Ow, Jesus... fuckin... banging..."
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Freezing, Finn turned and looked, wide eye, down the row of dumpsters. "No. . . What?" He stared at the man he'd just seen take five bullets and then die. "Garret!?" He cried as he sprinted down the row and nearly tackled him down.
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The last thing Garret needed, or expected, was to be tackled. He had just managed to climb out of the danm dumpster when Finn was taking him down. "AUGH FUCK!" he cried out, toppling easily. "Shit Finn, why you... I have a headache..." And that's when he remembered. The gun, the bullet, passing through his head and the burning hot, the sudden darkness and then there was nothing and then he was gasping, his chest on fire. He had been...
"Dead," he breathed, his skin going suddenly cold.
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It didn't matter that he'd just taken the man to the ground, Garret was alive. "I saw you! I saw the gun and-and Liam shot you!" Finn said as he looked him over. There was blood, everywhere. No holes though. How? "Yeah, you were dead," Finn said as he helped the other up. "Just. . . Just take it easy," he said, calming down finally. "Come one, the car's over here." Ducking under Garret's arm, the younger man almost carried the other to the Mustang.
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Finn's words were like water, garbled and unclear. Garret heard nothing properly. All he could think about was that he was dead. He had been dead. He used to be dead, a bullet had passed through his head and now it hadn't. Now there wasn't even a hole, just blood all over the place.
Arm slung around Finn, Garret followed where hewas dragged, in a daze. "Dead," he said weakly. "Dead. Dead. I was dead. I was dead." And it finally sank in, really sank in. "I WAS DEAD!" he shouted, breaking away from Finn and stumbling a few steps. "I was... I was... I saw it, I saw the nothingness and it was just black and Finn I... I didn't..." Both hands raked thorugh his hair. "What happened to me?!?"