CW: Vague references to animal death, themes of the animal kingdom, swears, suicide mention ish in spoiler
Abel Lazarus Seems Vinzent isn’t going to learn any lesson from this torment, hm?
When your only point of reference is your own highschool personal hell and and it sticks? It sticks hard. The words. It’s piercing him many, many times.
Abel Lazarus “Oh, and all that bark- It’s all quite pointless isn’t it? You’ll go right back to how you were. The little coward. The push over. Your inaction is what’s pathetic. It’s what makes you a loser.” He leans to be closer to Vinzent’s height- practically radiating derisive energy. “Your inaction protects no one. You let the world trample you. You never Stand up for anything. You just break when backed against the wall.” The way he’s now tapping on the glass starts to feel more like the way people might tap on glass to get an animals attention. Like he’s trying to keep provoking him.
The… Speaking of words. Coward. Inaction. Pushover. Inaction. Inaction.
“SHUT UP!”
Abel Lazarus “You’ll live and die a coward. All alone, sniveling. Take some power back into your hands before you just die backed into a corner- biting at anything that approaches. We’re already seeing it, aren’t we? That’s what that whole thing with the snake was. You’re every bit as vicious as a dog, you know? Learn to Growl Before You Bite. Maybe then you won’t die as pathetically.”
All alone. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want to be abandonned. Please, no.
He’s… But when he tried to threaten back then… It was always met with laughs. Dismissiveness. Nobody was scared of him, a pathetic guy who never got past the average height. So he started biting. And it got worse. He’s been punished. So back to growling he went. And never again has he been propely appeased. Never again has he been properly helped to take control of his emotions once they got haywire.
Abel Lazarus “You want her to stop? You want her to listen? Make her. Make her see your side. The snake loves to poison things- but remember! The snake bites out of fear.” Of course the same can be said about the dog- but he’s having a blast with his weird references. “Don’t let her know she should fear you.”
“…Huh.” Is it a good thing that she shouldn’t know to fear him? … But she’s already scared of him, what else is this going to change? His side? It’s nothing compared to what she lived probably. Even if he died as nobody. It’s not like he matters.
… He matters, Abel told him so. But… He doesn’t matter to Viper.
…
Abel Lazarus “Go on. Cry. Poor little Victim. You’ll never let yourself be more than that, will you?”
There’s a long silence.
“I….. Hate you. You’re a fucking monster. I don’t…… Want to run away… Anymore… I’m so fucking tired. You aren’t helping at all. You dick.”
Ah, so his true intentions are finally bleeding through. It seems, that despite the torment that Sol gave him, Vinzent…
Refused to give up.
He may cry. He may scream, he may apologize… But… Giving up?
…
He fought, to be heard. He fought, to be believed. He fought, so that people can maybe, one day, see the truth. And if he’s at fault? Fine, he wants to learn and grow from his mistakes. But… If he’s truly this pathetic, ruining and poisoning everything by existing…
Isn’t this why he wanted to disappear a long time ago? Because he was tired of not being heard? Of being silenced? Nobody needed him, he thought.
…
Fuck this.
Fuck this shit.
He’s so goddamn sick.
“What the fuck… Do you even think you’re gaining from this…?”
A pause.
“How the fuck do you think this is helpful? How the fuck do you think that slamming my non existing confidence to nothing again will help. I don’t… Want to run away.. Anymore. Fuck this shit. You’re horrible.”
He pulled something from his bag, opening the screwdriver set that he had on himself for a long, long time. He shows it to Sol for a moment.
“This… Is my only way of defending myself. I have… Nothing else. Except running away.”
Then he closes the set, and put it back in his bag.
“Truthfully, it shouldn’t be used as a weapon. But I guess some people decided it was a good idea to procure some knife! So… Hah. If it really comes to this. To being cornered. I will… Maybe. Use it as last resort.”
A breath.
“Otherwise, might as well stare death in the face.”
Somewhere, a part of him thinks that… Should it comes to the worst. Perhaps he had it coming, to die. He fucked up so much. But…
He won’t die without fighting. Even if he had absolutely nothing positive about himself, he believed.
