[Brian] Ranting
I'm still not clear what the hell was going on.
I know they brought back one of our "neighbors"--one of the Claws who live a few blocks from us. I can't remember what information they wanted, but I got the name of their leader from him. Still can't believe Buck just up and fisted the guy. I mean, I really don't give a fuck, but I just didn't expect that kind of stuff from one of The Band, you know? Not that they're really the moral compass of any of the packs in town (though Cole is a fucking pain in the ass for sure), but I always kind of thought of them as relatively laid back. Still, the guy sang.
Anyway, I expected better of Michael; he completely lost control for a few seconds and I thought I'd have to empty a whole magazine into him. Unfortunately, by the time he got it together, someone else lost it and while I did my best to usher him out of there, the Irish kid broke the Claw's neck. So much for getting any more information out of him.
Now, what I don't know is where the hell everyone else went. My pack? Gone. Lex picked a fight with Buck and then they vanished. Most of Metalface disappeared, too, except for Molly who sort of stood their impotently and disapproving. Regardless, I don't want to hear from anyone about who's to blame for that bastard's death. As far as I'm concerned, everyone is responsible. If Ash, Silence and Raza care so much about the fucking Oath, they shouldn't have snuck off to fuck or smoke cigarettes or whatever the fuck they left to do. If Lex and Cole give such a shit, where the hell were they? Hypocrites, the whole fucking lot of them.
Everyone's keeps saying this is going to start a fight with the other Pure...as if we're not already in a fight with them? Sure, we haven't traded blows in a few months, but for fuck's sake, they're right next door. And they sure as shit want to kill us, so what the hell difference does it make? Personally, I'd rather take it to them than wait for them to come knocking on our door again. Cold war does not equal armistice, folks.
Of course, a fight is going to mean casualties and people (or rather, People) possibly getting killed. Fuck it. I'll do what I have to do to survive.
I'm reminded of a proverb this guy in Tibet told me:
Me against my packmates, my pack against all others, the Forsaken against the world.
I know they brought back one of our "neighbors"--one of the Claws who live a few blocks from us. I can't remember what information they wanted, but I got the name of their leader from him. Still can't believe Buck just up and fisted the guy. I mean, I really don't give a fuck, but I just didn't expect that kind of stuff from one of The Band, you know? Not that they're really the moral compass of any of the packs in town (though Cole is a fucking pain in the ass for sure), but I always kind of thought of them as relatively laid back. Still, the guy sang.
Anyway, I expected better of Michael; he completely lost control for a few seconds and I thought I'd have to empty a whole magazine into him. Unfortunately, by the time he got it together, someone else lost it and while I did my best to usher him out of there, the Irish kid broke the Claw's neck. So much for getting any more information out of him.
Now, what I don't know is where the hell everyone else went. My pack? Gone. Lex picked a fight with Buck and then they vanished. Most of Metalface disappeared, too, except for Molly who sort of stood their impotently and disapproving. Regardless, I don't want to hear from anyone about who's to blame for that bastard's death. As far as I'm concerned, everyone is responsible. If Ash, Silence and Raza care so much about the fucking Oath, they shouldn't have snuck off to fuck or smoke cigarettes or whatever the fuck they left to do. If Lex and Cole give such a shit, where the hell were they? Hypocrites, the whole fucking lot of them.
Everyone's keeps saying this is going to start a fight with the other Pure...as if we're not already in a fight with them? Sure, we haven't traded blows in a few months, but for fuck's sake, they're right next door. And they sure as shit want to kill us, so what the hell difference does it make? Personally, I'd rather take it to them than wait for them to come knocking on our door again. Cold war does not equal armistice, folks.
Of course, a fight is going to mean casualties and people (or rather, People) possibly getting killed. Fuck it. I'll do what I have to do to survive.
I'm reminded of a proverb this guy in Tibet told me:
Me against my packmates, my pack against all others, the Forsaken against the world.