Strange Beginnings

[parasomniacs]

Who: The Morris brothers and Rean
What: Recruitment.
When: Late monday night

Comments

[valimar]

I...

[ Rean just stands there, stunned. They really wanted him to do it. ...They really wanted him to kill everyone? BUT NEVERMIND THAT WHOA SON what are you doing there with that gun. ]

Wait, shoot him? Right here?!

[parasomniacs]

[Lee is squinting at his misleading overdramatic bro...]

I'm not letting him do that. It will have to be me. Mr. Rean, you can have it when you've agreed to work with us.

I know it's pretty shocking watching brothers kill eachother, but reviving a participant just to put them back under would be cruel. You know? Anyway, the bedrooms are soundproof, so that's not a problem.

[and he points it right at Darren. The man looks resigned.]

[valimar]

No, no, it's—

[ That's... That's not what he was worried about. Well, he WAS worried about the noise as well as Lee just casually shooting his own brother but. ]

You're not just going to shoot him in here, I mean?! There's no way that won't leave a mess!

[ Rean's attended enough classes in military school and seen enough shit to know PEOPLE BLEED TO DEATH WHEN THEY ARE SHOT. IT'S GOING TO MAKE A MESS. ALL OVER HIS ROOM. THAT'S GOING TO MAKE HIM LOOK HELLA SUSPECT if he's. suspected. ]

And how can you just say that? ...You really mean to say you have no problem pointing a gun at your own family?

[parasomniacs]

[Darren hasn't moved.]

We were a pretty fucked up family. It's how we got into this mess in the first place.

Anyway, give us some credit. We clean up all the bodies around here.

[And for some reason it's always done super quick! Though he guesses they could shove the tatami mats somewhere first if Rean's super picky about his demonstrative murder.]

[valimar]

[ This is unbelievable... Though Rean wasn't sure if he'd be able to believe it otherwise. For all he know it could easily be sleight of hand, but... if it were, there's one way to find out, isn't there? ]

Well... I do want to see some proof, yeah.

[ He folds his arms, looking dead serious and looking them right in the eye. ]

But we're having none of that "shooting your brother" business. If you're going to do it, then shoot me.

[parasomniacs]

...Seriously?

[He blinks. This seems a bit contradictory. He wants proof, but he'd risk his life for it anyway? For a moment, Lee falters, as though he's seriously considering pointing it at him. But then he shakes his head.]

They'd know, if it was you. It's a good idea, but... [At least from his perspective. Not having to shoot his brother all the time might be a little nice.] This is how it has to be. I'm sorry.

[Who is he saying that to? He can't ask, because the trigger is pulled. When Darren is confirmed to be dead, Lee grabs something that looks like a black box and presses it to the mortal wound.]