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30 June 2012 @ 07:39 am
FIC: Endgame 1/1  
Author: Osiris Brackhaus
Story Title: Endgame
Part: 1/1
Rating: PG
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Warnings: violence, addiction, permanent loss of main character
Word Count: 4.500 / 4.500
Setting: 'Phoenix Empire' verse, see Phoenix Empire Timeline & Index; for this story, the legal system of the Phoenix Empire might be interesting as well.
Characters: Bobby, Wayne
Summary: The Espen soccer championships of 5056 have an unexpected winner – but for two brothers visiting the finals, the event comes with an unfathomable loss ...
Feedback: Yes, please!
Edit: jouet89 pointed out some missing information in the last scene, thanks! I have added a few lines, it should be clearer now what happend.




“Mom? Mom, we need to talk.”

The cold morning air was wafting into the bedroom of Bobby’s mother through the open window. The fishy smell from the factory easily overpowered the stale odor of cheap booze and unwashed woman.

For the hundredths time, Bobby wondered if he would be able to see this through. He just wanted to crawl up somewhere and die. His whole body was throbbing with pain, the right side of his face scabby and swollen.

“Mom, get up!”

“Where’s – where’s my medication?”

“Mom, for heaven’s sake, it’s no medication. We all know you’ve just rebottled the vodka.”

For a moment, his mother just stared at him from glassy eyes, her thin hair plastered to her head as if wet.

“Something bad happened, Mom. Something really bad.”

Wiping her pale face, his mother seemed to clear up for a moment, but then she just frowned at the brown bottle Bobby was still holding in his hands.

“Give me that medicine, you lousy thief! You really think you can treat me like this? After all that I’ve done for you, you just want me to die? Do you even know how much I am in pain? I have given my everything for you, and this is what I get?! You ungrateful little bastard! GIVE ME THAT BOTTLE!”

Despite everything, Bobby felt tears well up in his eyes. He had known he’d face another barrage of verbal abuse from his mother. He knew she was just ill, and that it was the addiction talking, not her.

But after what had happened over the last twelve hours, it was just too much to bear.

---

“Go Wyndham-on-the-Moor! Go White Coats! Go Wyndham-on-the-Moor! White Coats rock!”

When they emerged from the dark corridors of the stadium, the summer air vibrated with the White coats battle cry. Thousands of fans from all over the planet were waving white flags or the white shirts they had taken off, laughing under their white face paint, showering each other with whatever drinks they had left. The golden summer sun was setting on a sea of faces all grinning with joy.

The White Coats had won the Espen Soccer Championships 5056.

It had been a historic, upset victory, with the underdog from the northern counties winning match after match even though they were clearly outfunded by the other teams. They couldn’t afford any of the star players like the other clubs, nor did they have training facilities even remotely as professional as their opponents.

But they had the better team, their coordination and enthusiasm unmatched.

“Go Wyndham-on-the-Moor! Go White Coats! Go Wyndham-on-the-Moor! White Coats rock!”

Beaming with joy, Bobby looked over his shoulder where he could make out his brother’s red hair in the crowd. Together with a thousand other fans, they were pushed out towards the security gates, slowly, passing the time chanting and yelling and generally celebrating that ‘their’ team had won.

It was the first time that a soccer team from the poor north of Espen had managed to secure a place among the final sixteen. The excitement had been massive from the very beginning. But once they had managed to proceed to the quarter finals, they had ignited a veritable bushfire of fan support.

Even sedate Bellingham had been caught up in the excitement. After all, the White Coats were from Wyndham-on-the-Moor, only a hundred miles east. It hadn’t taken long for Bobby, Wayne and their friends to find themselves together with a several hundred other fans on the market place in front of a giant holoscreen, hooting and cheering for ‘their’ team. For once, it didn’t matter if they had money or not, or if they belonged to a guild or a powerful family. It was a feeling like never before, and everyone just seemed to revel in it.

And the White Coats just kept on winning.

After the semi finals, when it was clear that the Wyndham White Coats would compete for the title, Wayne and Bobby had hatched the idea to see the match life. It was a crazy thought, exhilarating and madly expensive. But both of them had saved quite a bit of the money they had made this spring at the Cairngorm Mountain Resort. It would burn up almost all their resources, but the finals were in Quedlinborough, the northern capital, only six hours away from them. If they ever were to see a planetary soccer championship live in the stadium, now would be the chance.

It was a once-in-your-lifetime event, and with the chance of the White Coats actually taking the title, it was just too much of an opportunity to miss. So Bobby and his brother had pooled their remaining money and bought two tickets and a cheap train trip for the final.

And right now, pulled along by the tide of chanting fans, they were convinced it had been the right decision.

“We’re from Wyndham-on-the-Moor, sha-la-la-la-la, Wyndham’s White Coats on-the-Moor, Shaa La-la-la-la-la!”

The drifting sea of fans was pushing Wayne closer to Bobby again, now that they were coming closer to the gates. Laughing, Wayne reached out and handed his little brother a can of beer. His white face paint had washed off mostly, and his flushed skin seemed bright pink against the pale rim of remaining make up. His ears were almost as red as his hair.

“Best match ever!” he shouted over the din, “Best. Match. Ever!”

Bobby answered with a carefree laugh, toasting him with the beer he had just been given.

“Best party ever!” he yelled back. “And it’s just starting!”

That brought another round of cheers from all bystanders. Everyone was going to party tonight, all of downtown becoming one large celebration.

Wayne slipped through another group of milling fans, finally ending up next to his little brother. Jovially, he put his arm around Bobby’s shoulders, grinning.

“So, what about we find ourselves a nice pub downtown near the station and continue to get hammered until our train leaves?”

“Sounds just right to me.” With a sleazy grin of his own, Bobby added: “But you shouldn’t get too drunk, though. There’s a lot of pretty girls around who are in a mood to party.”

It took Wayne a moment or two to get what his little brother was hinting at. But when he did, he laughed out loud.

“Don’t worry for the ladies,” he said, grabbing his crotch for emphasis. “Some parts of me work just fine even when I’m completely pissed.”

Still hugging, they were now pushed through the security gates on their way out. Obviously, checking fans when they left the stadium was utter nonsense. But this was Espen, and the guards were nothing if not thorough, just like their van der Meer masters. They were also absolutely unable to understand the concept of having fun, but right now, no one in the cheering and chanting crowd cared.

They left the stadium and its mirthless gray guards behind, following the throng of fans into the old city center. It only took them a few minutes to get to the central square between the train station and the arena, but when they arrived, the party there was already in full swing.

It seemed like every house surrounding the square had a pub or a restaurant on street level, at least for today. Everywhere, chairs and tables had been put outside, a sea of fans in white and red as far as the brothers could see. Judging by the din, the party extended way down the roads that led away from the square, different songs and yelled slogans washing over them and receding like waves on a beach.

All around, beer was ordered and served, though not necessarily in that order. More often than not, both Bobby and Wayne paid for rounds that never came. But considering the many other free drinks they got while waiting, it was a pretty sweet deal.

Laughing, cheering and singing, they drifted along with the crowd, the glasses in their hands never empty for long.

“This must be how it feels like on other planets.” Wayne remarked, his voice coarse from the shouting and slightly slurred from the beers.

“What? Being pissed?”

“No, I mean,” Wayne started, but broke off laughing. “Pissing.”

Still laughing at his own joke, he pointed into a mostly deserted dead-end alleyway, where a handful of other revelers were pissing down a staircase in lack of any other sanitation.

“Why should that be different anywhere else?” Bobby asked, his mind also slightly foggy with alcohol. “But thanks for reminding me.”

“Huh? Where ‘ya going?”

“Relieving myself!”

“Wait for me!”

Grinning widely, Bobby didn’t even so much as slow down for his brother. Instead, he placed his half-full beer glass onto a windowsill at the beginning of the alleyway, tipping his imaginary hat to another fan as they passed each other halfway to the makeshift toilet.

Not that Wayne needed long to catch up, unzipping his fly even before he had stopped walking.

“This is what I meant.” Wayne stated pompously as they stood next to each other.

“What?”

“We’re in the middle of Quedlinborough, and no one cares we’re basically pissing in the middle of the street.”

Bobby only cast his brother a questioning arch of his eyebrow.

“No, really. Have you seen any police since the game?”

“No.” His mind feeling much clearer now, Bobby didn’t really like the direction their conversation was going. “I’d also really like to keep it that way. So don’t say it too loudly.”

“There were tables on the streets, we paid beer we never got and got beer we never paid. It’s hard to believe we’re still on Espen. I mean, there were people walking on the streets! Can you imagine other planets where it’s always like that?”

“I can imagine us getting into a lot of trouble if you don’t hurry.” Casting an incredulous glance at his brother, he added: “Damn, don’t you ever finish?”

“I can go for hours, baby!” Wayne replied, biting his tongue at Bobby.

But he seemed to be coming to an end, finally, as suddenly a shrill noise cut through the alleyway.

“Freeze!” someone yelled. “What do you vandals think you are doing there?”

It only took Bobby a swift glance over his shoulder to see that they had been spotted by what had to be the only two police officers on duty today. Two men in gray uniforms were blocking the alley’s exit, their genuinely outraged expressions clearly showing that they didn’t share today’s general laissez-faire mood. This was Espen, after all.

Wayne, on the other hand, seemed utterly non-plussed. Taking the time to shake his dick dry, he smiled at the officers before he zipped up again.

“My apologies, good Sirs, if I have caused any offense.” he replied, even managing not to sound mocking. “What is the problem?”

“As if you didn’t know that, scoundrel!”

Cautiously, the two officers approached them, their frapsticks ready.

Just as hesitant, Bobby gave his brother another sidelong glance. If Wayne did something hot-headed now, they would be in deep trouble. But Wayne looked so relaxed it actually managed to calm Bobby down a little as well. Maybe they would get out of this with just a stiff talking to, and maybe a small fine.

Coming closer, they noticed that both policemen were rather odd for the job, definitely not looking like the professionally trained guards that usually did the job. The older one of the two looked like he had been called out of retirement, while the younger one seemed like the bullying type that decent police forces usually avoided at all costs. Probably they were temps to stock up the numbers in the city for the big game.

Unfortunately, the officers also noticed that they were facing two fit lads, at least one of them looking as if he was hauling beer barrels for fun.

“Hands to the wall,” the older one of them suddenly snapped, restlessly handling his frapstick. “I said hands to the wall, vandals.”

What an unpleasant turn of events. Running was no real option, the two cops blocked the alley’s exit too well. So Bobby obeyed silently, hoping that his brother would follow his example without any complaints.
And much to his surprise, Wayne did as he had been told. Leaning his hands against the wall, he didn’t even complain as one of the officers made him spread his legs further apart by unsubtly kicking against his feet.

“At least they’re smart enough not to try something silly.” the younger guard commented.

“They already DID something stupid, remember?” his colleague interjected quite angrily. “I hate those guys who come here and soil our beautiful city. I wish we could have them whipped.”

The younger one started patting down Wayne, probably looking for some sort of ID rather than any hidden weapons. Despite his unpleasant expression, he seemed to be not as bent on punishing the brothers as his colleague.

“Calm down, they’re commoners.” he said while swiftly going through the contents of Wayne’s wallet. “We’ll write them a fine and that’s it.”

“Still wish we could have them whipped. Fucking disgusting, if you ask me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Calm down.”

Now it was Bobby’s turn to get frisked. For a change, he wasn’t carrying anything on him that would get him into trouble, so he didn’t really care. If a public patdown and a fine was all the would get for being caught literally with their pants down, he would count himself lucky. Considering that they had spent almost their last credit to come here for the game, a fine would be bad enough already.

Only then did Bobby notice that the hand of the guard had been lingering on his ass for quite a while now. Unable to suppress a curious glance over his shoulder, he could see a hungry, conflicted expression in the eyes of the man.

“I am not sure about this one.” the younger guard remarked, his voice suddenly husky. “He seems to be hiding something.”

Once again, Bobby was searched from shoulders to ankles, only much more thoroughly this time.

It wasn’t the first time that he was being groped all over by some sort of security. Looking like he did, wearing tight jeans and an equally tight White Coats team jersey cut off at the bottom to show off his lean stomach occasionally, Bobby knew that this sort of attention was unavoidably. It was something like an occupational hazard for a teen slut as he was, though that didn’t make him like it even one bit better.

Next to Bobby, Wayne risked a look to see what was taking the guardsman so long. It took him a moment to make sense of what was going on, but then his face crunched up in a weirdly mixed expression between anger and ‘not again’. Shooting him a warning look, Bobby hoped that his brother would manage to keep his mouth shut long enough to get through this unscathed.

“You mentioned something about a fine, officer.” Bobby said, hoping the guardsman would catch on to what he was suggesting. “But we’re poor workers from Bellingham, and we need the money for our way home.” That wasn’t quite the truth, but if he could swap the fine for a blowjob, they’d have much less to worry about.

“You should have thought about that before you started vandalizing private property,” the older guard snarled through his teeth. But the younger one stopped fondling Bobby for a moment, hesitating.

“Maybe there’s another way we can... sort this out?” Bobby suggested.

The way the guardsman’s hand slowly slid down Bobby’s back and came to rest on his ass was all the answer he needed. It was almost a caressing gesture, tender despite the situation.

“They’re kids,” the guardsman said to his colleague without removing his hand. “Ease up. You can’t have them whipped, and I could use some fun. It’d be a good deal for all of us.”

For a moment, Bobby expected the elder guard to reply something caustic, but unfortunately, it was Wayne who spoke first.

“Keep your filthy paws off my brother!” he hissed, his voice so deep it came out almost a growl.

“Wayne!” Bobby urged under his breath. “Keep calm. I’ve got this.”

“What’s this?” the guardsman behind Bobby asked, taunting. He pulled himself closer to Bobby until his crotch was pressing against the teenager’s buttcheeks. “You want your little slut all for yourself, huh? Look how he wants me! Doesn’t seem to get it often enough from you, does he?”

“Leave him alone!” Wayne growled again, leaving his position at the wall, completely unimpressed by the armed guards.

“Hands to the wall!” the older guard suddenly yelled, trying to hit Wayne with his frapstick to drive the point home.

But Wayne hadn’t been brawling all his life without learning a few tricks of his own. He knew from painful experience that even a glancing touch with a frapstick would deal an extremely painful, stunning discharge. Nothing lethal, but more than enough to knock a man out for a short while.

So instead of trying to dodge or block the officer’s frapstick, he turned around and charged. Grabbing the guardsman’s wrist, he used his attackers momentum to twist his arm around until the older man yelped in pain.

“What the fuck!” The guard who had been fondling Bobby instantly forgot his romantic desires and instead drew his own frapstick from its protective sheath at his belt.

“Wayne, no!” The instant the words were out, Bobby knew it was too late already. They had attacked official guards of House van der Meer, and that was nothing they would be able to get ignored by handing out free blowjobs.

Acting purely on instinct, Bobby used his position at the wall and kicked back with all the force he could muster. The guardsman behind him had already turned around to help his colleague, but was still standing right behind Bobby. His kick hit the side of the guardsman’s knee with enough force to topple the man over.

With a loud yell of pain the man hit the pavement, his frapstick clattering across the dirty cobblestones.

Instantly, Bobby rushed over to his brother who was still wrestling the older officer. The man was no match at all for Wayne in terms of strength, but he was determined at all cost not to let go of his frapstick. A smart decision, Bobby had to admit, but not enough.

Bobby wasn’t a big fighter, and had always preferred to solve his problems without violence. But what he lacked in strength or combat skills, he more than made up for with a complete lack of honor.

Taking two steps around the guard his brother was basically holding in a stalemate, Bobby took a second to aim and then kicked the poor man in the balls with so much force that he didn’t even scream. The guardsman’s eyes bulged grotesquely, all the color suddenly drained from his face, and then he toppled over like a felled tree.

“Damn, that was nasty!” Wayne exclaimed, visibly impressed. “Come on, bro, gotta run.”

Bobby couldn’t agree more. Instantly, they turned towards the exit of the alley, but the younger guardsman had found his footing again. Even though his frapstick was well out of reach, he was charging at them, his face livid with rage and a healthy dose of embarrassment.

But Wayne didn’t even hesitate. Instead, he charged as well, low and compact, slamming into the officer’s side with the force of a battle ram. The guardsman was hurled to the left, completely taken by surprise by the maneuver. He slammed into a wrought iron railing that protected another basement staircase, his arms flailing. But his momentum was too high, his footing to insecure, and he was carried over the railing.

Almost as if in slow motion, Bobby watched the man pivot over the sharp tips of the railing, his gray uniform catching and holding him upright down, his head dangling several feet above the bottom end of the stairs. He yelled in pain and confusion as his own weight drove the spikes into the flesh of his thighs, and he struggled frantically to get loose again.

The ugly, ripping sound of tearing flesh when he finally got off was nothing compared to the blood-curdling, wet crunch of breaking bones when he fell straight down several feet, head-first onto the stairs below. His panicked screams abruptly stopped, and the following silence was worse than anything Bobby had ever heard.

Either Wayne hadn’t realized what had just happened or he didn’t care. Either way, he grabbed Bobby by his arm, almost violently shoving him towards the exit of the alley.

“Run!”

And Bobby ran. For the first time ever, he didn’t think of anything, he was just running for his bare life.

They had just reached the mouth of the alley when a shrill whistle from the right announced that the noise of their fight hadn’t gone unnoticed. More guardsmen were coming their way, and those were armed with proper weapons.

“Murder!” someone yelled in the alley behind them, and it took Bobby a long moment to realize it was the older guardsman, standing over the bloodied railing his colleague had fallen over. “Murder most foul!”

Again, it was Wayne who grabbed Bobby by his arm and hauled him onwards, away from the approaching reinforcements. Ahead of them, the sea of partying soccer fans parted like water. Probably more to evade the charging guards than to aid the fleeing brothers, but it did help none the less.
Bobby and Wayne just ran as fast as their feet would carry them, a wall of white-clad fans to either side. They didn’t care about the direction, only to get as much distance between them and the shrill whistles of the guards pursuing them.

The masses of fans around them thinned out with every meter, and for a moment, it seemed as if they would be able to make it.

But then, the unnerving mosquito screams of stunner shots started to cut through the air around them. Neither Bobby or Wayne cared enough to even slow down a step, but Bobby knew that if the guards were already in shooting distance, it needed a small miracle for them to get out of this.

They managed almost another half mile before Bobby was hit. It didn’t hurt as much as he had expected, just a jolt of pain like touching a wire fence. But even though it was just a glancing shot, the right side of his body instantly stopped listening to him. Like a sack of potatoes, he dropped to the ground, his face slamming against the pavement, his left arm and leg working pointlessly without the opposing partners.

Wayne stopped the very instant he noticed his brother going down.

“Run!” Bobby croaked as loud as he could, but Wayne didn’t listen. Of course.

Instead, his stupid, stubborn, loyal brother turned around and hauled Bobby back to his feet. Biting down the pain both from his good arm being used to support his whole weight and the rest of his body breaking out in pins and needles as the glancing stunner shot was wearing off already, Bobby tried his best to keep on going. Wayne carried him more than he supported him, but in the end, it was pointless.

Only a few steps further down, a second stunner shot hit them from behind. This time, they were both hit in the back, both brothers falling onto the asphalt, face down, with hardly enough strength in them to keep on breathing.

Through tearing eyes, Bobby could see his brother’s face on the ground next to him, just as slack and confused as his own right now, probably. Within seconds, they were surrounded by gray boots as far as he could see. He could hear distorted voices around them, unintelligible to his shell-shocked mind.

Then they were shot again, point blank, and Bobby finally passed out.

---

“Mom, you have to listen to me!” Bobby had to make her understand what had happened, and if it was the last thing he would ever do for this terribly woman. “It was an accident.”

For a long moment, his mother stared at him, her small, watery eyes blinking.

“So you are telling me your good-for-nothing brother killed a cop?”

“No! It was an accident!” By now, Bobby had stopped caring about his composure. Tears were running down his face, tears of bone-deep exhaustion both physically and emotionally. “It was an accident, Mom.”

“I knew I should have thrown that bastard out with the garbage the day he was born! You know what the hospital charged me just to tell me he was alive that day I squeezed him out? They are all just after my pension.” Mumbling something unintelligible, their mother tried to straighten her hair with erratic motions. Then she looked up again, her eyes suddenly clear and full of spite. “But just so you know, I won’t be paying a single credit to get him out of trouble.”

“No, Mom, no one’s coming for your money.”

Obviously, his mother had expected otherwise. Her ruddy face twitching, she looked at him as if trying to figure out what he was trying to hide from her.

But there was nothing to hide.

It had been a swift trial, just some local van der Meer Knight handling the small trials of the evening. The noble hadn’t even waited for the list of their charges to be read completely. He had found Bobby guilty of public indecency and resisting arrest, and Wayne guilty of murder second degree on top of that. Ten strokes with a cane for each of them, and Wayne would be sold into slavery afterwards, the proceeds and his property going to the family of the dead guard.

The whole affair had been over in less than three minutes, not including the beatings. Those had taken another two.

“So where is your misbegotten brother now?” Bobby’s mother asked, ducking as if she was expecting some kind of unpleasant catch.

“He’s not coming back, Mom.” This time, Bobby couldn’t suppress a sob. “They sold him. As a slave.”

Disgusted, his mother blecked her teeth.

“Poor sod who bought that useless bastard. He was a no good son, and he’ll be a no good slave.”

“Mom!” Bobby’s voice was catching. Didn’t that woman care at all? “Mom, he’s not coming back.

Once again, his mother blinked at him as if she hadn’t understood a single word he was saying.

“He’s gone, Mom.” Completely exhausted, Bobby sat down on the corner of his mother’s bed, taking her hands. “Wayne is gone.”

---



 
 
 
triptyxtriptyx on June 30th, 2012 04:43 pm (UTC)
O____O Do you see my consternation? :S :S :S Gahhhh this this this...make it better...NOW!!!! :S :S :S

I am so happy to see more of Bobby and Wayne, but gahhh you HAVE to make it better...please? :S
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on June 30th, 2012 08:02 pm (UTC)
Very simple answer, this time. Unfortunately.

No.
triptyxtriptyx on June 30th, 2012 09:09 pm (UTC)
So Wayne is sold and we wont hear of him ever again? :S :S :S :(
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on July 1st, 2012 07:01 am (UTC)
Yes, Wayne has been sold and there is no reasonable chance that Bobby will ever see him again. That would be highly unlikely. Almost impossible.
jouet89: guri szemboljouet89 on June 30th, 2012 06:05 pm (UTC)
There is something I don't understand. Mother said: "You know what the hospital charged me just to tell me he was alive?"
But in the same time Bobby says he had been sold as a slave.
So he was sold as a slave, and then taken to hospital?


And what will happen to Wayne? What he will do in the rest of his life?
(Is he good in hauling heavy things? Then I shall rent him, would be useful during our moving ^^)
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on June 30th, 2012 08:05 pm (UTC)
Hospital charged her when she was there giving birth to Wayne. And she is still angry with them for charging her.
But you are right, this does not come out clearly, thanks for pointing it out. I will think of a way to correct this once I am not so tired any more (that would be tomorrow morning, probably).

Yes, he's good at hauling things, but I don't think his new owner will rent him to you. Most importantly, Wayne is no longer part of my story. (Or Bobby's story, for that matter.)

Thanks for commenting!

Edited at 2012-07-01 07:02 am (UTC)
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on July 1st, 2012 07:12 am (UTC)
I have added a few lines in the last scene, I think it should be clearer now what happened. Thanks again for pointing this out to me!
debbiemethosdeb on June 30th, 2012 06:56 pm (UTC)
loved it ,love reading more back story on the guys you have created.wonder if bobby ever saw wayne again ?
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on June 30th, 2012 08:06 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the lovely fb, dear. ;)
idolme922idolme922 on July 1st, 2012 03:58 pm (UTC)
I almost didn't read this as my mind read "deathfic" instead of "permanent loss"...but I kept it in my to be read stuff and decided to be brave. I really hate death fics that kill off a main character that I love!

So, not death, but definitely loss. The action was great, the city, even the pissing, visual and my eyes flew through it. I love your writing and I hope we see Bobby again, if not Wayne. Okay I noticed "ALMOST impossible" above. Yeah, I want to hang onto some hope.

Thanks for more back story. I'm not liking mum so much! ☺
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on July 2nd, 2012 06:34 am (UTC)
I don't think I'd even be able to write a deathfic, especially not one that kills off one of the good guys. All the more thanks for taking the time to read and comment, and yes, holding on to some hope is a good thing.

Mum isn't a likeable character, really. You're officially permitted to throw things at her when you meet her.
BerthaBlueberthablue on July 2nd, 2012 03:33 am (UTC)
"But what he lacked in strength or combat skills, he more than made up for with a complete lack of honor." This is how I fight!!!

Poor Wayne and Bobby! Just two normal kids, getting into some minor trouble, and THIS?

Loved the story though, so believable, the way it all panned out. Their mom is such a sad waste.
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on July 2nd, 2012 06:39 am (UTC)
I think that if you are in a real fight, it's the only way to go. :D

Yes, getting into trouble is easy, especially on Espen. It is kind of the Phoenix Empire's Singapore, after all. Unfortunately, there are no kind social workers or lenient judges in the Phoenix Empire, and verdicts are swift and final.

And thanks so much for the compiment, Bertha! This was one of the points I was a little worried about, that the events felt a little too contrived. Really means a lot to me.
BerthaBlueberthablue on July 2nd, 2012 07:49 pm (UTC)
You're very welcome :) I think it felt real because I see it all the time working with kids - the spoiled little rich ones with influential parents can damn near kill someone and they get probation, the poor ones with no support end up being put in foster care for shit like unpaid speeding tickets and bad grades and then end up routed into the legal system.
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on July 3rd, 2012 06:21 am (UTC)
You're right, unfortunately so.

But even those kids can have good luck and meet the right person that helps them get out of their troubles. Sometimes, at least.
hab318princesshab318princess on August 4th, 2012 04:25 pm (UTC)
wow, what a mother... it's possibly not a good thing that I'm kinda hoping that slavery is a better thing for Wayne... and yes, I know that is a false hope
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on August 15th, 2012 07:04 am (UTC)
So sorry for the late reply, but your comment kind of slipped my notice. *kicks LJ*

Their mother is truly terrible, but I really don't think it's going to be an improvement for Wayne - after all, until now he could just slam the door and get lost for a few days. He won't be able to do that any longer.

But Bobby is the anchor of the story, and we'll get to see how he deals with the fallout.