MaximalCrazy
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 29, 2014
- Location
- USA
"I hate to bring this up, especially now, but you'll be facing some disciplinary actions as well for instigating an argument with a higher ranking individual, Leander." Pietro said a bit ruefully. This would definitely be something that the Berserker didn't want to hear, however the rules were still in place. Pietro would at least be a bit merciful in that Alexander already had the beating of his life. That had to be some punishment enough, and at most, some community service would be more than enough as "jail time", if he could refer to it as such. A sigh left his lips as he thought about it. "Forgive me, we'll talk about that later." He waved it off for the moment.
"Geez, you're getting on my ass about that? Come on, Pietro..." Alexander groaned with everyone in the room. Could he not see that he had more things to worry about than punishment of that kind? As lightly as the Berserker made it sound, he knew he nearly lost his life today. Hell, he was practically holding on to a tiny twig while dangling off a cliff, that's how close he was. "I don't care. That bastard needs to die and I'll-" Abigail's sudden shriek caught everyone by surprise, Alexander nearly jumping at the sound of her infuriated voice, snapping his head in her direction. Was she angry that he declared that he was going to kill Elliot? First off, he could barely get his mind straight. Alexander had never heard Abigail scream at him like this. They had argued. Bickered. Feuded. No, this was something entirely different. And because of that, Alexander didn't know what to say or how to respond.
And it was even worse when Abigail started wailing on him with every single spiteful word that the woman delivered upon him. It hurt worse than when Elliot pounded the living shit out of him. But... why? As Abigail continued though, it felt worse and worse. Specifically in his heart. And he could just stare at her. No, he couldn't just sit there. "Who the fuck do you-" Alexander tried to lash back out, but Abigail was too persistent. And for once, the rather determined Berserker, the one who stared death in the face and spat in it, looked like he was almost cowering at Abigail's words. To some degree, he was. God, why did it hurt so bad to listen to Abigail right now? Elliot practically said the same thing. But, hearing Abby say it...?
The moment Hannabelle came in, it was like he just woke up from a nightmare. He barely even caught on to what was going on, going wide-eyed as Hannabelle slapped Abigail. Hard. Oh shit. Pietro was even taken aback by it all. Abigail looked so composed on many things before, so to see this side of her, well it just flat out floored him. He watched the argument flare among Hanna and the Mage, the prior standing up for the man that lay in the cot behind her. But in the end, Abigail relented, storming off out of the room. His voice joined with Amethyst as well, trying to stop Abigail, but his hand missed her as she slid out the room. "Hell..." Pietro murmured, looking down at the ground in agitation. Today was not a good day at all, and he wasn't even noon. They still had the rest of the day to worry about too...
Alexander sat there, completely silent as he stared at his lap for a moment. He wished he could have said something. He wasn't nothing! He wasn't weak or simple minded... but it came from Abigail. It wouldn't matter from anyone else, but his number one rival? A woman that he did his best to beat one day? She saw him as nothing now. Nothing... Was he nothing? The only thing that this piece of nothing did was just fall back into the bed, ignoring the pain in the back side of his ribs, letting out a tired sigh as he just shut his eyes.
"Lean-" Pietro tried to get out but Alexander simply waved him off.
"Go away, I just want to sleep..." Came his response, the defeated tone in his voice ever so soft, but it was there. In the months that he came to know Alexander, Pietro knew no one who could destroy his spirit. Except Abigail. It gnawed at him, not truly used to disputes like this, but he knew he shouldn't complicate things further.
"Riley, please see to it that you rest as well. Leander will be on bed rest for as long as Nurse Alyssa suggests, and Professor Amethyst, I believe we should see about Elliot. Abigail just may need some time alone..." Though, he ended with an almost unsure tone. Nevertheless, they needed to put this thing behind them. Although Alexander wasn't too sure about that...
"Geez, you're getting on my ass about that? Come on, Pietro..." Alexander groaned with everyone in the room. Could he not see that he had more things to worry about than punishment of that kind? As lightly as the Berserker made it sound, he knew he nearly lost his life today. Hell, he was practically holding on to a tiny twig while dangling off a cliff, that's how close he was. "I don't care. That bastard needs to die and I'll-" Abigail's sudden shriek caught everyone by surprise, Alexander nearly jumping at the sound of her infuriated voice, snapping his head in her direction. Was she angry that he declared that he was going to kill Elliot? First off, he could barely get his mind straight. Alexander had never heard Abigail scream at him like this. They had argued. Bickered. Feuded. No, this was something entirely different. And because of that, Alexander didn't know what to say or how to respond.
And it was even worse when Abigail started wailing on him with every single spiteful word that the woman delivered upon him. It hurt worse than when Elliot pounded the living shit out of him. But... why? As Abigail continued though, it felt worse and worse. Specifically in his heart. And he could just stare at her. No, he couldn't just sit there. "Who the fuck do you-" Alexander tried to lash back out, but Abigail was too persistent. And for once, the rather determined Berserker, the one who stared death in the face and spat in it, looked like he was almost cowering at Abigail's words. To some degree, he was. God, why did it hurt so bad to listen to Abigail right now? Elliot practically said the same thing. But, hearing Abby say it...?
The moment Hannabelle came in, it was like he just woke up from a nightmare. He barely even caught on to what was going on, going wide-eyed as Hannabelle slapped Abigail. Hard. Oh shit. Pietro was even taken aback by it all. Abigail looked so composed on many things before, so to see this side of her, well it just flat out floored him. He watched the argument flare among Hanna and the Mage, the prior standing up for the man that lay in the cot behind her. But in the end, Abigail relented, storming off out of the room. His voice joined with Amethyst as well, trying to stop Abigail, but his hand missed her as she slid out the room. "Hell..." Pietro murmured, looking down at the ground in agitation. Today was not a good day at all, and he wasn't even noon. They still had the rest of the day to worry about too...
Alexander sat there, completely silent as he stared at his lap for a moment. He wished he could have said something. He wasn't nothing! He wasn't weak or simple minded... but it came from Abigail. It wouldn't matter from anyone else, but his number one rival? A woman that he did his best to beat one day? She saw him as nothing now. Nothing... Was he nothing? The only thing that this piece of nothing did was just fall back into the bed, ignoring the pain in the back side of his ribs, letting out a tired sigh as he just shut his eyes.
"Lean-" Pietro tried to get out but Alexander simply waved him off.
"Go away, I just want to sleep..." Came his response, the defeated tone in his voice ever so soft, but it was there. In the months that he came to know Alexander, Pietro knew no one who could destroy his spirit. Except Abigail. It gnawed at him, not truly used to disputes like this, but he knew he shouldn't complicate things further.
"Riley, please see to it that you rest as well. Leander will be on bed rest for as long as Nurse Alyssa suggests, and Professor Amethyst, I believe we should see about Elliot. Abigail just may need some time alone..." Though, he ended with an almost unsure tone. Nevertheless, they needed to put this thing behind them. Although Alexander wasn't too sure about that...