"You really think that I want to die? I am death. I can’t die you imbecile.” She laughed as she crossed her arms. Throwing her cigarette on the floor. “If anything, you would be the one to die.”
"And what am I supposed to know exactly what you are? Is it written on your forehead because that’s the only way any would know what you — all I see is a degenerate on my property." He scoffed, "Yes, yes, go ahead— Threaten me with death. If anything I fear life. Death is a joke."
"I call bullshit—-"
"…I don’t know. I’m not myself anymore. I just…I don’t… I don’t know. I don’t know me anymore."
"Then how about we take a few minutes to think about that—"
"As Dr. Frankenstein, can you tell me if there’s a Van Helsing and does he look like Wolverine?"
“I sure hope not—-”
Luna stood in stunned silence for a moment, before the words finally found their way to to her lips.
" Thank you, " She mumbled, ducking her head in embarrassment of being caught in such a situation.
" B-but… " Luna objected but her voice was weak, as even knew he was right. Ducking her head and nervously kneading her hands in front of her chest, she could only nod slowly as her brother’s anger built up inside of his chest.
" I’m not harassing her. She needs to go home. Now. " His voice was harsh and grating, as if it hurt his throat just to speak. At once, he tried to reach around to take a hold of his sister.
He looked over at the scene that was escalating. Sure, a grown man arguing with a boy looked —off, but Victor wouldn’t let that stop him. If this was going to turned into some sort of theatrics then he’d only add to the drama. “Listen kid,” He said calmly, “You are not taking my foster daughter back to that heroine addict of a father—” He lied wanting if anything to get anyone else there on his side, “The state took her away because he is an unfit father who abuses his child—” He drew from his own experiences. “Leave her alone or I’m calling the cops,” Victor scooped up the girl in his arms and cradled her head as he did with his infant son.
"Hurt?" he scoffed, "Maybe you underestimate them—but they won’t hurt you. They’ll just treat you like the piece of shit you are. That’s my girls for you—"
"No, the fact that you would rather call the cops then try and kill me makes you a prick. Why don’t you just deal with things yourself?"
"Kill me, kill me, kill me. The fact that you want to be killed for being on my property is the reason I would rather just call someone, so you would be their problem not mine. Why should I concern myself with your wants."
"Well, there’s Melody—- and you, then I want another."
"I’m surprised you don’t have ten with how many times you have sex with momma."
"Watch your mouth—-"
"What’s right? Shit, you are a little prick aren’t you?"
"Not wanting you on my property makes me a prick? Then I must be."
"I don’t leave anything to anyone—they know what they are capable of and her mother is a lioness with her children. I’m not weak—-but you should fear them. They are hell of a lot stronger than you give them credit for."