Home and Family

"Home and Family" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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Malak trudged up to the door of the house Chelsea and Opie had been sanction too prior to their mission departure. His hands gripped around his coat and he exhaled, his breath fogging under the moonlight. It felt odd to be outside, in a place that smelled fresh. He knew his family was away, but a part of him just wanted to see and sleep in a clean house again. He pushed himself inside and looked around the comfortable living area, his mind reminiscing over the early days of when he and his wife had started their family.
He walked around the rooms aimlessly, eventually finding himself in the kitchen, where he paused. Chelsea stood by the counter, staring out the window wordlessly. She glanced at him and Malak felt his heart quicken. They stood there in tense silence for a moment. And then Malak ventured tospeak. “H-hey…” he said as he slowly began to walk over to her. He huffed an almost laugh of disbelief. Under these circumstances this felt more like meeting a stranger than it did his own wife. “I…know you…”
He stood across from her and Chelsea eyed him with some caution. Her fingers fidgeted and he glanced down to disengage from his stare.
Malak worked his hands nervously. “I thought you were on a mission but uh…I’m glad you’re here.” He pulled over a chair and sat across from here. Chelsea remained rigid where she stood. Malak pressed his lips together. “Farris is okay now…they caused the red card to become benine in his system…you’ll get to see him soon.”
Chelsea blinked a few times. Malak could tell she was relieved.
“Chelsea uh…I dont know what to do…now that were out now that we…we have a chance…uh…I dont know what to think or how to say this but…” Malak cautiously placed his left hand on the counter next to her and her shoulders hunched a little in response. “I know we cant get the images out of our minds. I know it was pure insanity in there and that we all did things that were…well…insane. But I think…I think that maybe…we could remember, remember what it was like when you and I-”
Chelsea’s hand shot out, grabbing up a knife from the counter. And in a second swift action she struck it down twice on Malak’s fingers.
Malak screamed in surprise, anger and pain. He staggered back as blood stained the counter and splattered the floor. Chelsea pressed into him, grabbing his injured fingers and yanking on them. Malak struggled against her, continuing to yell as his mind raced to process what was happening.
Chelsea’s foot shot up to kick him between the legs, and then with a final pull that tore flesh and dislocated bone, she stripped the wedding band from his finger. She stepped back, letting the band drop from her hand and onto the floor. “Odin!” Malak bellowed as he curled over his injured hand. “Odin Chelsea why would you do this?! Damnit! I- I didnt- You fucking-!” He then yelled as he stepped forward, his good hand striking Chelsea hard across the face with a closed fist.
The attack sent her to the floor and Malak stormed in a circled, still raving in hurt and confusion as he grabbed up the kitchen towel to stifle the blood flow. He heaved deep breaths and turned around, only to see that his wife was gone, and the front door ajar. He swallowed a dry gulp as his stomach turned over. “C-Chelsea?…” The room spun and he shook his head as he sat down. He stared dumbly at the floor, and then began to better bandage his fingers, near absent mindedly. He looked at the blood splattered floor. His ring sitting in a small pool of blood under a moon beam from the window.
After dazing off for what felt like hours, Malak pulled himself up, and walked out into the night.
He didnt know where he was going…
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:Malak
Category:Chelsea