#paul is a scumbag.avi

[brothersgrim]

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“Well,” J.T. takes a moment to gather his thoughts (and there are a few of ‘em). “She’s a good kid. And he deserves to have someone like her.” 

“It’s been a long time since he was happy.” Isabelle runs her fingers over a stray lock of her own hair, staring at something imperceptible on the ground. “After all he’s been through, I was worried he never would be, again.” She smiles, pushing the stray hairs behind her ear. 

“But, that little one’s doing him good. So I think he’s gonna be okay. They’re both gonna be okay.”

“What I don’t understand,” J.T. begins, brow furrowed, “Is the whole ‘keep it secret’ business. Why not just kill the husband from the start?” He shoots his wife a quizzical look, and is rewarded when she laughs.

“I think that might land our boy in a bit of hot water, J,” she doesn’t bother to hide her grin.

“Not if he burns the evidence.” J.T. is convinced this plan is foolproof, resting his arms on the shovel as a show of confidence.

“That’s true.” Now she’s seriously considering this. “The folks down here aren’t too picky. They’d take him as a sacrifice.” 

“Exactly.” Now there’s triumph in his voice and a sparkle in his eye. “She’s gonna need her daddy, just like he’s gonna need her. Besides. Real men don’t hit their wives and kids. Real men hit people for their wives and kids. End of story.” Isabelle smiles and loops her arm in her husband’s. 

“I can’t argue with that.”

“Nothin’ to argue about.”

And they walk off as they fade out of reality.

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Oh! There’s someone else here!

The new specter fades in slowly, hesitantly, looking this way and that before fully materializing. It puffs out its chest in a show of confidence far too grandiose for its nervous entrance. 

“Now, I don’t know if my eyes are failing me in the afterlife, but I do believe this was supposed to be answered by Kane’s father.” That last word is said with a bit more emphasis, with the new ghost leaning forwards to spit each syllable in the direction the other two had gone. Paul’s spirit lets out an indignant huff as he stands, gripping his lapels. 

“That girl of his ain’t nothing but trouble. Sure, she’s all cute and sweet now, but that’s just gonna make him soft.” His face contorts in exaggerated disgust. “I helped him, out of the goodness of my heart! I helped him get to where he is today, as one of the most feared men to ever step in that ring! I raised him all those years and asked nothing in return, excepting what a son owes his daddy,” (an almost self-satisfied smirk that falls flat), “And now he’s gonna throw it all away for some trumped-up jezebel and their brat? He’s pathetic. I thought he was better than that.” Paul shakes his head.

“And, besides. He ain’t cut out to be a parent. You know how he gets.” And his expression softens, suddenly full of concern for the child he just denounced. “It’s only gonna be a matter of time before he burns that house down. It’s not safe for her, either. He should just give up and come on back to me - it’s what’s best for everybody.”

… Perhaps this ghost was smart to wait until the other two are gone. It seems that they might not get along well.