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Ice stood up with Calvin, leaning heavily on the younger man's shoulder. He unwound the chain around his left hand and slipped it back into the waistband of his blood-soaked pants, before cradling his hand to his chest. The tears had stopped now, but Ice refused to look up, knowing that if he did, he might do something worse.

He could make everything burn away- 

[i]No.[/i] His bangs fell over his half-lidded eyes and he tasted the metallic flavor of his own blood. It would definitely be good to get one of those angel candies that Calvin had given him. As Mercy came closer, she started bandaging up the spots where Ice had torn at his arms and Ice let her. But he didn't want her to see how bad his left hand had gotten.

He could tell people were talking about the case around him, but Ice tuned them out. It didn't matter, Steele would die a nasty death whether the thug was there or not. His head was still pounding and he didn't have enough willpower to hold his own head up, so he leaned on Calvin's shoulder. [color=orange]"Remind me... To clean your shirt later. Blood can be a snag to clean off,"[/color] Ice said this in a low whisper, only enough for both Mercy and Calvin to hear him. While in any other given situation, Ice might have been embarrassed to say something like that in front of a girl, he didn't have the strength to care now. Then again, he could have just been drowned out by the clunks of the murder's evidence being dropped.

The sound of the celebration made Ice cringe in frustration and pain. This wasn't the time for celebration, but of mourning and patching up after what felt like a gruesome battle. Horses came galloping out of the corner of Ice's vision and one of the donezo sisters started talking to Calvin.

That sound, it wasn't something one would expect to hear after such an event as this. The slap of flesh, that came from the direction that Ice couldn't bare to look. It echoed louder and louder, Ice's heart boomed with the sound as everyone turned to look.

Baboom... Baboom... 

Baboom![h3]baboom![/h3][h2]baboom![/h2]

The sound of his voice slit his fingers, then his wrists, his arms, his chest, his neck. How was he not dead? [i]How much blood did this body really have?[/i] He felt Steele's eyes burrow into his back, clawing up his neck and into his ear. Ice scrunched up his shoulders.

His brothers and sisters flashed before his eyes once more. Abby coming home after her home ec class with cookies for the lot of them, William nursing a black eye after getting into a fight after someone called his twin Mary ugly... Then images of children he had seen on the streets, in alleys. Women walking home with middle-aged men's hands on slipping into their too little skirts. The memory of doing a raid of a brothel to kidnap the owner and finding him raping an already [i]dead[/i] little boy...

A boy that could have been Will.

Ice slipped down to the ground, one hand ripping at his collar like he couldn't breathe, while the other raised to his mouth. Blood dripped over the front of his fingers from his nose and it only took a moment for him to start heaving. Fluids leaked from behind his hand as they mixed in with the pool of crimson on the floor. His hand moved down to hold onto his chest as he emptied out everything he had eaten the past few days. After that had all come out, he continued to dry heave, tears streaming down his face from the pain, the agony of what he had subjected his siblings to...

[colour=SlateGray]"You should have heard the way he screamed for his big brother~!"[/colour]

Ice felt like he could already hear them. It would be a repeat of the times he himself had been beaten up by the hooligans for not having the money in time. Except more primal, more of a need to live and... and... see him again...

An involuntary cry of agony slipped from his lips before it stopped abruptly, he couldn't get express the agony he felt properly. He collapsed in on himself and pulled at his hair, backing away from the other two, continuing to shake.

[color=SlateGray]-and then Calvin with all his might threw Ice down - in a fit of passion, might I add~? Surely these count as acts of violence~?"[/color]

Ice stopped moving, frozen like the nickname he bore. 

[i]No.[/i]