Inheritance

[deaths_heritor]

[action, Makeout Point]
[She stands alone at the highest point of the peak, where the rock face descends into a sheer, steep cliff.  Her gaze is drawn downwards, towards a sight that only she can see.  Down into the tragedy of her past and the wreckage that had changed her life forever.]

Alright.  I'll humor you.  What do you want me to say?  That

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[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart just stand back and watches. He thought he saw his scary teacher walking up here, but not sure why... obviously now it's to go crazy...]

[deaths_heritor]

[...In a horror movie, this would be the moment the screeching chord plays as Susan's head suddenly and sharply turns towards her student. Her eyes narrow.]

Ah.

I was wondering when you would join us, Mother.

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Okay that actually did kinda freak him out a bit.]

Uhm, I was just seeing what you were doing up here

with the sword.

And I ain't your mom...

[deaths_heritor]

No. You aren't.

[Susan agrees as she takes a step forward, her eyes darting between her father (apparently a tree) and Mart.]

I don't appreciate my past being drudged up. How did the town even find out about this?

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Taking wee baby steps back...]

Look, I dunno what you're talking about but maybe you should put down the sword and take a breather....

[deaths_heritor]

...Too frightened now to go through with it?

[Susan takes another step forward, her expression quite placid.]

It's astonishing. You even have her favorite dress down. ...Yes, that's the one she would have been wearing to a formal occasion. I can't believe I still remember it...

[jaws5sonofjaws]

What? Me scared of you? no! (Yes)

And I ain't wearing no dress neither!

[deaths_heritor]

[And at last, she will stop walking forwards.]

Those stupid little purple and pink flowers. So hideous. Remember when you bought me a matching outfit?

[jaws5sonofjaws]

Look, I don't know what the holy fuck you are talking about, so... I think I'm just gonna head out for now...

[Mart'll turn, his back to Susan. Probably not a good idea.]

[deaths_heritor]

No.

No, you won't. If you're going to scratch at the little wounds in my heart...

[And in a flash, Susan has a hand on Mart's shoulder.]

THEN DO IT RIGHT. Look at me, Mother. You wanted to torture me? You wanted to anger me? Then you stay. You're going to stay until I say we're done.

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Okay, this is officially freaking Mart the fuck out.]

Uh, sure. Yeah. I'll stay. Just... don't do anything hasty to mom with that big nasty sword now...

[deaths_heritor]

Good. Because whatever sort of monster you really are...

[And Susan's face seems to blur, shifting rapidly between her porcelain features and ... something else, entirely.]

I'M MUCH MORE OF ONE.

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Well, that's a surprise. Or as Mart so eloquently articulates:]

HOLY FUCKING SEA SERPENTS!

[Mart'll attempt to run. This shit be crazy.]

[deaths_heritor]

[And perhaps surprisingly, Susan will let him. Perhaps even more surprisingly... Susan laughs.]

I always wanted someone to do that.

I never thought it would be my mother.

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart is distracted by the obviously evil, evil laughing.

Distracted ennough to run right into a tree.]

Augh!

[deaths_heritor]

You are a most singularly inept hallucination.

...Though strangely in-character.

Just go. I don't much care for this.