River smiled, her fangs glittering in the sunlight. "Girl to girl, aye?" She rasped, her eyes focused on nothing. "Hmm, seems odd, ya'know, since you have your men pointing guns at my head. Not exactly one on one." She snickered crazily, her hand tracing her pistol's grip.
She couldn't help but flinch when Wolfram said that only cowards killed, her eyes sliding over to Mapleshade. "If you dare kill one of them, let it be known that I will destroy you in every way you fear. I'll shred you apart and let you bleed out until you die from shock and blood lose, Child. And oh, I can do so much more, want to say so much more, but I'm afraid it'll scare the kids."
"Lower your guns I said! Do not hurt my son." Michael shoved past one of the men, green eyes alight with anger.
"Son?" Wolfram hissed. "I thought I was a 'disgrace'? I thought I wasn't 'worthy of your blood'? I thought you hated me?" He snarled bitterly, stalking up to stand face to face with his father.
"You're still my son all the same, even if you are a failure. I don't want them hurting you."
"You didn't seem to care to much when we where in the Pure base! You sent all your men after us, and they fired shots and stabbed people! Due to that Bleddyn, Lachlan, Toby, almost everyone is injured! Why do you have such a problem with not hurting us now?" Wolfram threatened, gripping the knife in his hand tighter.
"Oh yes, Bleddyn. Your girlfriend, right? Horrendous creature she is. Nasty temper, not much of a lady is she? To be honest Lily was much better.
Wolfram snarled, eyes glittering with a deadly flash. "How come you think every girl I talk to is instantly my girlfriend?! And how
dare you call Bleddyn horrendous! If you think you can just-"
"Shut up, Wolfy. Just, shut up. Your voice is giving me a headache, literally I have never heard something so annoying." Michael hissed. "Now, where is the Key?"
Wolfram shook his head. "I don't have it, I told you it's in my moms apartment."
"We already looked there, you moron! It's not there.
Where is it, you disgraceful freak?"
"Not with that attitude. Also, it takes a freak to know a freak."
"Ah." For once Michael seemed impressed. "Strange. You've grown, haven't you? Normally you would just go running to your precious momma and cry."
"You have to be so cold to survive this world. I'm stronger then you think,
dad." Wolfram spat the last word with disgust, yanking the sleeves of his shirts up on one arm, jerking it forward for his father to see the scars that littered the pale skin. "Aren't these enough to prove that I've grown up, that I'm stronger? If its not, that you have no clue what I went through. At all."
Michael's eyes flashed as they flickered over Wolfram's bare arm. With what though? Fear? Disgust? "Wolfram I-"
"It's to late for apologies!" Wolfram pulled his sleeves back down, hissing. "It's to late! You've already destroyed my life and made it a living hell! It all started with you, dad! You broke me! You destroyed me! You made me become the horrible, freak of a monster I am!"
"Wolfram listen-"
"
No!" Wolfram shrieked, eyes blazing. "I'm not listening to one more word you say! It's over, you aren't getting the Key. And you know what,
Michael?" He paused, his knuckles turning solid white around the knife. "You can take me, you can kidnap me again. I don't care. Do what you want. But I swear to God and everything holy that if you
ever harm one of my friends—" He jerked his arm, indicating toward River, Misty, Toby, Taylor and Alice. "—again, I will make you suffer. You will pay. I will kill you, without a hint of regret in my soul. They are my friends, and I will willingly die for them, over and over again if that was possible."
Michael snorted,but slowly backed away. "I thought you said only cowards kill? I thought you weren't a coward?"
Wolfram turned his back, walking back to River, when Michael spoke. Wolfram glanced over his shoulder, eyes glittering. "People who kill just because of emotions are cowards. People who kill for a purpose, to protect, are heroes. There's a difference."
