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Brotherhoods built.
Peace protected.
Where Harbor – the member that found me – announced that I would one day patch.
Where we were gathered to be told of his unexpected death – a ruptured brain aneurysm.
An undeniable ache thrums my chest.
Yeah.
That shit still hurts.
Who knows.
Maybe it always fucking will.
Stone places the club dagger on the table silencing any random chatter and summoning everyone’s stares.
Each chapter – again from what I’ve been told – has its own symbolic blade.
Like the ones we wear on our patch beside the skull emblem, it’s used to remind us of a time when honor mattered more than greed.
A time when warriors fought for peace and protection of the common people as strongly as they strived for territory.
A time when a man and a sword were the tools used to guard what he treasured most.
While obviously, we live in a modern world where most men prefer a gun to a knife of any kind, Misfits stand by the principle to reach for it first whenever possible.
To keep the battles quiet.
Innocents oblivious.
I constantly find myself wondering whether Teach will be able to handle the bloodshed.
The broken bones?
The bruises?
The shit that has to be done in the dark so that the masses can be safe in the light?
What if she can’t?
Do I just give her up?
No.
No fucking way.
Giving her up isn’t an option any more than giving up my patch is.
“Church was called to review the progression of the Berkley situation,” Stone announces upon removing his golden beige hand from the ceremonial object. “Dive.”
Dive – who he decided would take over his spot if he were to die while still serving as a member of The Round Table per the Misfit Graduation Law requirement, which exists to ensure a chapter remains open needing all seven seats filled in order to do so – pipes up from behind him. “Their online shit hasn’t changed much. Keeping their accounts frozen – forcing them to only use cash they may have on hand – and getting their service connection repeatedly disconnected – making it difficult to get any shit done – is Pacman.”
Easy.
Why he couldn’t just say that fucking word?
