[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

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Characters: anyone and everyone
Location all around town
Date: Night 180
Summary: Kill the sinners or run for your lives.
Warnings: Horror, potential gore and death. Please note more specific warnings in subject lines!

close we will live, dilly dilly
and when we die
both in one grave, dilly dilly
close we will lie

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A - middle of the night

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[He stops in his tracks, freezing in his approach to check on his injured friend, someone he didn't expect to find handcuffed in the aquarium missing an eye.

The words hit him hard, his paranoia whispering that of course John feels this way considering all he's done, but he tries to resist it. It's just whatever madness is taking over the town tonight.]

What happened to you?

[He will ignore being called scum for now.]

[jumpthegun]

[Bucky. Why did it have to be Bucky? Why are so many of the people he likes here traitors? Sinners who are going to destroy the town.]

One of you. A heretic pulled my eye out. Drugged me with your Fentora after knocking me out, too.

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[Heretic, such interesting language choice. He might be more interested if this wasn't John spouting it.]

Did he cuff you here too?

[How does John keep getting himself hurt in the aquarium?]

[jumpthegun]

I would never let one of you do that. [It's snarled, but then John jerks and shakes his head sharply.]

Kid. I cuffed myself when I started wanting to hurt him. I can't hurt... I have to kill him. I have to kill all of you. It's the only way to save Norfinbury. Don't you understand? You have to die.

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No.

[It's immediate and firm.

He feels like someone is squeezing his heart, seeing someone he cares about being used in someone else's game of murder, it's genuinely terrible. He takes a step closer so that he can meet Watson eye to eye.]

You don't want to do this, you have to fight it. You're not that man, John.

[jumpthegun]

[The pipes rattle as John lunges forward toward Bucky, hand reaching out and teeth bared.]

I have to do this. It doesn't matter what I want.

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[He flinches. He can't help it, seeing this from the outside is horrific and pushes so many of his buttons.]

You're wrong, it matters. Focus, John, we're friends and you don't have to do anything.

[jumpthegun]

[Bucky is his friend. No. He was a friend until... until what? Why couldn't he have just drawn eyes? That would have put him on the right side. Is there a right side?

John drops his head down, shaking it. Bucky's eyes are glowing. As much as he wants to trust the other man he just can't. People like him... they have to be destroyed.]

You're trying to trick me. [He looks up again and there's murderous intent in his gaze.] Should've taken you out when I could have.

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[This should be where he leaves, but he can't. He has always been loyal to his friends, even back before everything, and he doesn't want to just abandon John to this. So he moves closer, putting himself within grabbing reach, it's a calculated risk. Perhaps if John gets a hit in, seeing himself cause pain to a friend will break him free, it's what's worked for Bucky before now.]

I know you don't mean that. You fought hard to get me to remember I could be a better man; you're already that better man, you just need to fight what they're doing to you.

[jumpthegun]

[As soon as Bucky is in reach, John jerks forward to grab him anywhere he can. In the absence of actually having his other hand to work with, John will resort to biting viciously. His first aim is Bucky's neck, if he can get to it. But he'll take anywhere he can get, really.]

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[Though he tenses completely, he lets John grab him and even lets him bite out, though he twists so that John's teeth meet his shoulder rather than his neck. He grunts, but he doesn't fight back.]

Focus. Focus.

[He breathes out shakily.]

You're not this man. I know you're not.

[jumpthegun]

[John's teeth dig in. This is exactly who he is, who he needs to be to protect Norfinbury from the sinners who want to destroy everything. But it's Sylar's words, of all people, that swirl through his mind.

'What are you going to do if he turns out to be one of us sinners?'

That had been for Sherlock, his best friend. Sherlock had chosen right, though, he'd been with the Prophet. But Bucky... Bucky is his friend here, too. Why did he lock himself up? Clint had asked. More than one of the others on his side had asked. He'd done it to protect the sinners. Did that make him complicit? Probably.

John unlatches himself from Bucky and shoves the other man forcefully away.]

Get... get out. Get out of here, Bucky. Protect Kid. Protect... protect all of them or I'll kill you. We'll all kill you.

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[He stumbles back, and there's a second where he considers refusing. It goes against his instincts to leave a friend tied up and out of his mind, but the plea isn't one he can ignore.]

...I will.

[His jaw firms and he turns away.]

I'll be back by morning to make sure you're okay.

[And then he's gone... and he won't be back, because Tifa will be killing him.]