Crazy Bear: Still waters run deep...
It had been difficult for him to experience her tale...
Her years as a child sex slave, the years of rape, toture, abuse...
They MARKED her...tattoo'd her as someone's PROPERTY...branded her like cattle
Rage, pure, terrible, would well up inside him, but he resisted it.
Suiten looked at him, her eyes had a distant, disconnected look in them. Not the one he had seem when she was 'All Business' and ready to murder. The was more of a dead look, the one she'd had in the images she flashed in his mind.
It was over.
She blamed herself for going to the 'Rave' (although he didn't really grasp what that meant in the slightest, to him it was just a wild party) and leaving her brothers with a babysitter...
In her mind, it was her own fault she'd been abducted.
And she kept a reminder for herself. He had one of his own. A gunshot wound from a Confederate solider.
The Mark.
He asked her "Why do you keep it? His mark?"
"As I told you... it's a reminder of what happens when I'm stupid."
Crazy Bear nodded, thinking...
"You have your memory for that." he said.
She replied "The memory wasn't always there..."
The idea took him "Let's shed our reminders."
Suiten tilted her head and looked to him, curiously.
Crazy Bear grew a claw on his index finger, and sliced off his right pant leg, exposing the scar that is over a century old, then returned his finger to normal.
"We can remind each other now."
Suiten ran her fingers over the scar.
Crazy Bear traced her thigh, where her mark is.
"You won't let me forget?" she sked
"As long as you will let me..." Bear answered
"I will have to hurt you...to do it." he warned
"This..." She touched her body "... quit hurting a long time ago. The responses are still there, but it barely registers."
Crazy Bear nodded, and drew a knife from his belt, a large bowie knife. He had introduced it to Suiten as 'Kendra'. Crazy Bear took ahold of the blade, and offered Suiten the handle, she took it. He lifted his leg onto her lap, offering up his scar.
"Just..." he paused, he wasn't used to handing someone else a knife to use on him..."cut it out of me."
Suiten sat up, looking at his leg as if judging it, then with some skill she neatly cut the scared flesh from him. He winced as she sliced the scar off, then he beagan to mutter in Atlantean, tracing a symbol over the wound. New flesh grows, healing as if nothing were there. Suiten remained collected as she watches.
Bear smiled to her "Thank you."
Suiten bowed her head in return.
Her turn, he looked her in the eye.."Are you ready for this?"
"It will be here, I won't"... She slipped out of her jeans, and laid flat in black boycut briefs and her t-shirt. Suiten uttered a few words and her eyes rolled back in her head, her body going limp.
Crazy Bear took the knife, and began to slice off the chunk of skin with the tattoo, placing it in an empty glass, blood pouring from her wound. Bear pressed on her wound, chanting....
He removed his bloodied hand, revealing a healed, tattooless thigh...
Suiten blinked a couple times, coming back to her body...
"You are not his anymore..." he told her.
Suiten sat up and looked at her leg.
"How do you feel?" he asked
"Fine."
Moments later, the rage, joy, and sadness that fought inside him erupted, for the first time in years, decades, Cletus "Crazy Bear" McCreek wept...
Suiten, the broken girl, the self confessed whore and murderer, embraced him, consoling him.
"Thank you." she whispered.
"For what?" he asked.
"For loving me..."
Her years as a child sex slave, the years of rape, toture, abuse...
They MARKED her...tattoo'd her as someone's PROPERTY...branded her like cattle
Rage, pure, terrible, would well up inside him, but he resisted it.
Suiten looked at him, her eyes had a distant, disconnected look in them. Not the one he had seem when she was 'All Business' and ready to murder. The was more of a dead look, the one she'd had in the images she flashed in his mind.
It was over.
She blamed herself for going to the 'Rave' (although he didn't really grasp what that meant in the slightest, to him it was just a wild party) and leaving her brothers with a babysitter...
In her mind, it was her own fault she'd been abducted.
And she kept a reminder for herself. He had one of his own. A gunshot wound from a Confederate solider.
The Mark.
He asked her "Why do you keep it? His mark?"
"As I told you... it's a reminder of what happens when I'm stupid."
Crazy Bear nodded, thinking...
"You have your memory for that." he said.
She replied "The memory wasn't always there..."
The idea took him "Let's shed our reminders."
Suiten tilted her head and looked to him, curiously.
Crazy Bear grew a claw on his index finger, and sliced off his right pant leg, exposing the scar that is over a century old, then returned his finger to normal.
"We can remind each other now."
Suiten ran her fingers over the scar.
Crazy Bear traced her thigh, where her mark is.
"You won't let me forget?" she sked
"As long as you will let me..." Bear answered
"I will have to hurt you...to do it." he warned
"This..." She touched her body "... quit hurting a long time ago. The responses are still there, but it barely registers."
Crazy Bear nodded, and drew a knife from his belt, a large bowie knife. He had introduced it to Suiten as 'Kendra'. Crazy Bear took ahold of the blade, and offered Suiten the handle, she took it. He lifted his leg onto her lap, offering up his scar.
"Just..." he paused, he wasn't used to handing someone else a knife to use on him..."cut it out of me."
Suiten sat up, looking at his leg as if judging it, then with some skill she neatly cut the scared flesh from him. He winced as she sliced the scar off, then he beagan to mutter in Atlantean, tracing a symbol over the wound. New flesh grows, healing as if nothing were there. Suiten remained collected as she watches.
Bear smiled to her "Thank you."
Suiten bowed her head in return.
Her turn, he looked her in the eye.."Are you ready for this?"
"It will be here, I won't"... She slipped out of her jeans, and laid flat in black boycut briefs and her t-shirt. Suiten uttered a few words and her eyes rolled back in her head, her body going limp.
Crazy Bear took the knife, and began to slice off the chunk of skin with the tattoo, placing it in an empty glass, blood pouring from her wound. Bear pressed on her wound, chanting....
He removed his bloodied hand, revealing a healed, tattooless thigh...
Suiten blinked a couple times, coming back to her body...
"You are not his anymore..." he told her.
Suiten sat up and looked at her leg.
"How do you feel?" he asked
"Fine."
Moments later, the rage, joy, and sadness that fought inside him erupted, for the first time in years, decades, Cletus "Crazy Bear" McCreek wept...
Suiten, the broken girl, the self confessed whore and murderer, embraced him, consoling him.
"Thank you." she whispered.
"For what?" he asked.
"For loving me..."