KIT CLARKE
Werewolf
Posts: 136
Age:
33
Occupation:
Manager at The Ruby Slipper
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Katja De La Cruz
Played by:
Julia
"You make my cold heart warm with a touch."
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 19:01:45 GMT
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Post by KIT CLARKE on Jan 7, 2024 22:13:53 GMT
 ━ nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky ━
Yeah, yeah. A family member.
Kit was sure that if he’d gone to prison for murdering a family member, he would’ve remembered it. It would’ve been talked about.
The moment he got home, he rushed to his room and pulled out his laptop, then started researching like his life depended on it. Did somebody else’s depend on it? This all felt so surreal, like he was living in someone else’s life, and he hated it. He was like a puppet getting its strings pulled.
Google brought up a ton of news articles, most of which he skimmed through. He saw pictures of himself being led out of a court house in handcuffs, and drawings of his likeness from inside the court room. He read opinion pieces, some claiming his penalty was too harsh, or that it wasn’t nearly harsh enough, and only a few choosing the middle of the road.
The defendant’s sister, Kandace Evans, declined to comment. Clarke’s mother, Kamilla Summers━a name you may recognize from the 80’s classics, “The Breakfast Club,” “Pretty in Pink,” and “Back to the Future II,” (the last of which she attended the premiere pregnant with the defendant)━sat down with us for an interview. Shaking, she proclaimed: “He killed my baby, you know? And there’s nothing I can do to change that. He went to fight for our country and he came back and destroyed our family, just like the government had him destroying families over there, and that’s just typical, isn’t it? This is what they do to them. They make them into murderers, and then turn around and give them a lesser sentence because they had the honour of killing men overseas. It’s just disgusting. I can’t stand to look at him after what he did.”
It’s clear she vehemently agrees with our stance: Kristopher Clarke should be given the maximum prison sentence for this crime, not the minimum.
The victim’s body was discovered by paramedics around three a.m., and pronounced dead on the scene. Kace Clarke suffered multiple stab wounds to the chest. The defendant’s attorney maintains that his client suffered from a PTSD episode that night, and that he continues to. However…
He felt as though air was clinging to the sides of his throat, but never reaching his lungs or the other side of his mouth. All the memories came rushing back. Somehow, he’d forgotten.
He forgot his baby brother. He forgot his earliest memory of walking hand in hand with Kace down the street, determined to show his brother the park━not that Kace was old enough to do most of the things there. He forgot kicking the shit out of anybody who bothered Kace in school, how proud he’d been when Kace graduated, or started running that fucking bar. He’d forgotten the discomfort he’d felt every time Kace seemed a little too gay, and how Kit had eventually gotten over it.
But he also forgot that night. Being trapped in a hallucination, army crawling to Kace’s bedroom, and attacking him. Watching the life leave his baby brother’s eyes and feeling satisfied for a moment before realizing who he’d killed. He’d forgotten the blood covering his hands, the clatter of the knife on the floor. He forgot the dark spot on Kace’s chest, and how he’d held his brother and cried, begging for him to come back. Kit had gotten his wish years later, then he’d lost Kace again, and he couldn’t even remember him. Fuck.
Kit felt his heart skyrocket, and he knew something was coming, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. He felt like he was lost in a dark tunnel, spiralling downwards, except he had no idea in which direction he was going.
“Kace, Kace, Kace,” He breathed his brother’s name like a mantra, like it would bring him to Kit, like it could stop any of this. An anchor would help him with shifting, but it couldn’t get him out of what was coming.
He pushed his laptop onto the bed and, while he still had some control of his body (or so he thought), he pushed himself towards the edge. He couldn’t stand, but it was all he wanted. Kit shifted forward, but he only ended up sinking to the floor, his back pressed against his bed, and by then, he was gone.
Back in that little apartment in California. Sweaty from sleeping on Kace’s couch, the summer heat. Sticky with blood. Watching Kace die over and over again, at his hand, in his arms. Causing pain to one of the two people he was supposed to protect most in this world.
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KACE CLARKE
Werewolf
untriggered
Posts: 98
Age:
30
Occupation:
Owner of the Diner
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 6, 2024 20:04:23 GMT
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Post by KACE CLARKE on Jan 18, 2024 19:55:12 GMT
Mikey was gone. Kace looked away from the black mouth of the tunnel – the one he still hadn’t found the balls to charge into – and back towards the waiting room. There were still some others awake in there, but everybody he’d known here was gone. It wouldn’t be a fucking shock if he went back and the guy who looked like he’d lost a fight with a chainsaw was gone. No matter how shitty their connections were in the outside world, they were apparently willing to open their minds up to the idea that there was someone missing from their lives. Kit’s subconscious was probably doing everything it could to keep that memory at bay, protecting him from the worst fucking moment in his life.
His hand crawled towards the hip pocket of his jeans, but it was flat. The last cigarette hadn’t lasted an hour after he’d spoken to chainsaw dude, going up in smoke, just like his hope. Even the box was gone, crumpled up and tossed into the impenetrable black of the tunnel before he got desperate and started rolling that up to smoke. Maybe it was sitting on the tracks just out of sight, but he wasn’t crazy enough to go following it – not yet anyway.
”Come on, man,” he muttered, fingers curling around the lip of the platform as he swung his feet back and forth beneath it. ”Walk into the diner and remember that fucker pulling his gun. Remember you weren’t in there on your own…” Just remember me.
Kace shoved off of the edge of the platform, too restless to carry on sitting there with his ass going numb. At some point soon those sons of bitches would come back, the horses hooves hammering on the tile to announce them dragging someone else into the place. If he was still down here when they came back, they’d probably be pissed. The guns would come out again, he’d get a bullet in his head and maybe in here it’d be real. Death by a .44 instead of a ka-bar. Would it be quicker this time around? A gunshot and then instant darkness swallowing him up. Maybe if Leah was the one turning up here to pick up his soul he could talk her into getting Cassie to pull her resurrection trick again – once she explained who the hell he was.
Like he was daring them to come, he walked towards the darkness. It wasn’t the worst plan in the world. It might hurt, there was a chance it might fail, but if it didn’t he’d be out of here at least. Kace swallowed hard and extended his hand towards that black lens. The Ghost Riders hadn’t so much as flinched when they’d gone through it, that probably meant it wasn’t gonna hurt. This wasn’t a horror movie where a hand shot out of the mirror, or a shadow, to grab at the blonde bimbo (Kamilla once upon a time) and drag her off to hell. What was the worst that could happen?
His finger tips skimmed over the surface, a stinging sensation crackling over his skin like static electricity. Kace gritted his teeth and continued to press. The sensation spread up his arm, the pressure growing like the darkness was trying to force him back, but the darkness seemed to be disappearing. Pain rippled into his chest, coalescing in his heart. It hadn’t hurt that bad that night, which had been a bad sign looking back. It’d just been cold, as though the blood pumping out of his chest was taking all the warmth in his body with it.
”Kit…” The croak rolled out of Kace’s throat in a choking gasp. The darkness had cleared like smoke, the tunnel almost mirroring what had been in his head: his brother crumpled on the bedroom floor, freaking out because he’d come out of whatever fucking fugue state the film had put him into. His body had to be there somewhere, just out of sight, leaching blood into the carpet. There was no sound though, no gunfire still cracking through the air, just the sound of Kit’s grief.
Sucking in a breath, Kace felt his eyes well up. He lifted his other hand, dragging the back of his hand over his mouth. ”I’m not gonna blame you if you can’t. This … I woulda done anything to stop this. I shoulda thought, I shoulda been smart enough to know I was fucking up. I’m sorry, man. I’m sorry.” He leaned into the vision or whatever the fuck this was. It might’ve been tearing him apart, but at least he could finally feel something other than desperation and hopelessness.
The pain was slipping away like it’d done the first time, whatever was hoping him up giving out. Kace dropped to his knees on the carpet, tears burning their way down his cheeks. ”It’s OK, it’s OK, you can let go…” Kit had always taken the hits for him, all the way through school, when he’d fucked up and driven his brother to murder, sitting in a jail cell because he’d thought he’d deserved to be there. It was time to take one of those hits for him. An eternity reliving the worst night of your life in some abandoned train station wasn’t the worst possible afterlife.
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KIT CLARKE
Werewolf
Posts: 136
Age:
33
Occupation:
Manager at The Ruby Slipper
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Katja De La Cruz
Played by:
Julia
"You make my cold heart warm with a touch."
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 19:01:45 GMT
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Post by KIT CLARKE on Mar 10, 2024 20:44:56 GMT
━ nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky ━
Slowly, he was pulled from the dark hole his mind was sinking into, following the sound of his baby brother’s voice, the comfort that came from him.
Kit dragged his eyes open, blinking to clear the haze, before his focus finally settled on Kace. He was here. He was back, he’d come back again, even after everything. “Fuck,” Kit croaked, scrambling forward to practically tackle his brother into a hug. He held Kace the same way he had on that awful night, except Kace wasn’t limp in his arms this time. He sat up on his knees, his arms around Kace, squeezing him like it’d keep him from losing Kace again.
“What th’fuck happened?” He puffed, not ready to let him go yet, just content to keep holding his baby brother━like he’d done after Kace was born. He’d seen pictures, his tiny arms wrapped around Kace’s even tinier body, swaddled and asleep, protected by his big brother. Like he always should’ve been. “You were gone. I fuckin’ forgot…” It hurt to say, to admit, and he wasn’t sure how he could’ve. And there was a lot of shit to fix with Katja now, but Kit would worry about that all later. For now, he was just thankful for this.
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KACE CLARKE
Werewolf
untriggered
Posts: 98
Age:
30
Occupation:
Owner of the Diner
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 6, 2024 20:04:23 GMT
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Post by KACE CLARKE on Apr 7, 2024 15:11:42 GMT
If there was a Hell, it wasn’t sitting in some train station waiting room forever, waiting for one of those desert baked sons of bitches to pick him out of the crowd and disappear him for good. It was this. Seeing his big brother fall apart again. No matter how many times he’d witnessed it, the sight hadn’t gotten any easier. What the war had started in Kit’s head had been finished by him that night he’d zapped the fucking TV on and had turned his brother into a murderer. The guilt, that knowledge that he could’ve prevented all of this, being forced to watch it again and again for as long as his brother lived, maybe a whole fucking eternity. That was Hell.
Apologies slipped out of his mouth, like somehow they’d give him and Kit the absolution his brother seemed to be begging for. It should already have been that way. With his little brother wiped from existence, Kit was out there living a better life. Maybe he was still in Mystic Falls living with Frank, maybe he’d patched shit up with Katja, because the shit that had driven him to screw up wasn’t there rotting his brain anymore. ”You can,” Kace whispered, like this wasn’t just his nightmare playing out. Maybe he’d died pushing through that wall of darkness, maybe this would play over and over, but for Kit’s sake, he could try and change it.
The fuck that croaked out of Kit had him letting out a choking laugh. Even here, his big brother had a mouth on him. Kace dragged his hands up to his face, grinding the heels of his palms into his eyes before Kit and reality hit him all at once. He felt solid in a way that he hadn’t, even when he’d been breaking through that invisible wall that had separated him from his brother in death. Clutching at the back of Kit’s shirt, Kace clung on. This wasn’t Hell, not unless all of this would be snatched away and he’d be back in that station with just the taste of what he’d lost in his mouth.
No. No, this was home. Through tear hazed eyes, Kace stared past Kit. The last time he’d been in Kit’s bedroom it had been to try and drag him back from the edge he was flying towards. Now he was there on the floor, the floor solid beneath his knees, Kit’s arms clinging onto him like he thought he’d be dragged away again too.
”They wanted you to. I’m here now, man. I’m going anywhere, I promise,” Kace puffed, loosening his grip enough to pat his hand against the solid line of his brother’s back. He’d done the same thing as a kid, that thumping reassurance, and again when Kit had come home from the war, like he was making sure his brother wouldn’t fall apart.
For all those months in the station he’d been sure this was never gonna happen. Kit was staying clear of those memories on purpose, his brain trying to protect himself from a reality that would just tear it apart again. Whatever had happened to trigger it had slammed through that wall like a tank. Kace dragged in a ragged breath, sniffing back the tears that wanted to come. ”Something showed up at the Diner when I was closing up. They call them the Wild Hunt. I don’t know how it works, but they shoot you and you get snatched out of reality like you never existed.” A slate wiped clean, maybe an entire town in the end.
”Mikey was with me. He’s meant to be back. He was gonna come and find you, tell you what happened.” Kace frowned heavily. Did that mean Mikey hadn’t made it back, or he just hadn’t found Kit? ”Someone pulled him out of the train station they stowed us in. Did you see him? How did you remember me?” Squinting past him, Kace tried to study what was on the bed behind him. There’d been a laptop, Kit had been looking at it and then he was on the floor, chanting his name, somehow breaking the spell of whatever the fuck those assholes had managed to do.
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KIT CLARKE
Werewolf
Posts: 136
Age:
33
Occupation:
Manager at The Ruby Slipper
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Katja De La Cruz
Played by:
Julia
"You make my cold heart warm with a touch."
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 19:01:45 GMT
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Post by KIT CLARKE on Apr 20, 2024 21:43:15 GMT
━ nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky ━
Kit felt like he’d done everything in his power to keep his little brother safe, and yet, shit like this still happened. It would probably keep happening, too, and Kit didn’t know how to shield his loved ones from it.
“Fuck,” He puffed out a breath, shaking his head weakly at his brother’s explanation. It wasn’t his fault━he couldn’t have known they’d come for Kace━but he still blamed himself, at least partly. Even if he hadn’t known, he still felt like he should’ve been keeping his brother safe. Somehow.
“Nah,” Kit mumbled after a moment, his brain scrambling to figure out who the fuck ‘Mikey’ was. After a minute, it dawned on him, and he probably should’ve remembered, but he wasn’t completely together right now. Mikey. The guy who worked in the kitchen. Cop brother. He’d gone to prison, too. “Never saw ‘im.” He added, then shifted, pushing down the top of Kace’s head so he could smack a kiss to it, like he was still that tiny baby.
Kit sniffed as he shifted back a bit, his hands on Kace’s shoulders, finally looking into his brother’s eyes. “Got a call from my parole officer. Nothin’ serious, just wanted t’go for coffee. Didn’t know what the fuck I was on parole for,” Or used to have been, ‘cause it was over now. “Looked it up. Saw all the shit…” That his own mother said about him after it’d happened. Sure, he deserved it━what he did was fucking despicable━but it hurt to lose absolutely everyone in the process. Even if she’d never been that great to begin with.
“Kandice visited. Brought ‘er whole family.” Including the niece he hadn’t been allowed to see after what he did. Hurt flashed over his face before he forced it away for Kace’s sake, closing his brother in another tight hug.
“Rememberin’ you’s the only way to bring ya back?” He asked, trying to distract from the real reason behind why he’d been able to see their sister again. Maybe he had done something good, after all. All that pain he’d just gone through had been for somethin’, ‘cause it brought Kace back to him.
He sniffed again, then cleared his throat as he pulled back enough to grin at his brother. “You hungry? You want somethin’? We can order in, too.” Kit pressed, eager to take care of Kace any way he could━to spend every waking minute trying to make this right.
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KACE CLARKE
Werewolf
untriggered
Posts: 98
Age:
30
Occupation:
Owner of the Diner
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 6, 2024 20:04:23 GMT
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Post by KACE CLARKE on May 6, 2024 18:13:31 GMT
He woulda wondered if causing psychology damage was part of the Wild Hunt’s game, but Kace knew they hadn’t been that tactical about it. Those things didn’t sit around scheming, figuring out whose lives they could do the most damage to. They didn’t go digging through people’s heads to find some weakness that they could blow wide open. It felt more like they were scavengers, slowly plucking people out of the streets without any rhyme or reason that anybody he’d spoken to in the train station could explain. Hell, it would’ve been fucking easier if he could point the figure of blame at something, someone else so he could take the weight off of Kit’s shoulders for not being there to protect him.
”Fuck.” Kace was the one puffing out the word this time as Kit confirmed Mikey hadn’t come looking for him. He’d been sitting in there, holding onto the hope that it was just a matter of time before Mikey found Kit and he’d be pulled out of the train station exactly the same way Mikey had been. ”He was in there cause of me,” he said hoarsely, closing his eyes as Kit pushed his head down to smack a kiss on top of it. ”He tried protecting me, and both of us were grabbed.” There wasn’t anything he could’ve done from in there to protect Mikey in return on this side of things though. Until Kit had remembered him he’d been entirely powerless.
Kace drew in a deep breath, dragging his gaze back from Kit’s bed to his brother’s. He let his hands ease their grip on Kit. One knuckled its way over his mouth, his brows furrowing above it. So if Kit’s parole officer hadn’t reached out across that big blank divide, maybe he still woulda been in there. ”The shit that doesn’t matter now. I’m back now and that’s because of you. Both times you were the one to bring me back.” Kace wrapped his hand around Kit’s forearm, squeezing like he could stop his brother from going down that rabbit hole of tangled thinking. There hadn’t just been one person to blame the night he’d died. If he hadn’t turned on that shitty movie when he’d come home, if he hadn’t triggered Kit’s PTSD none of this ever would’ve happened.
Stuck in the train station, he hadn’t seen what life would’ve been like for Kit without him here. Fuck, he’d been imagining that without all the added trauma Kit woulda been here and happy. Maybe settled down with Katja, the shit that’d turned things sour between them non-existent without him there. Maybe halfway across the world or back in LA, anywhere but still stuck in the maze of all that trauma here. Hell, if Kandice had come here, bringing their niece with her then shit had to have been better … until he came back. ”That’s … amazing,” he started. Swallowing, he fought for a smile and half managed it as Kit hauled him back in. ”I’m sure she’ll come again.” Even if it took every year he had left in his life to make sure it happened.
His frown deepened as he tried to remember exactly what Mikey had told him had happened with the woman who’d come into the station to get him. Kace nodded haltingly. ”It’s the only way I saw,” he muttered. ”And you did that. You brought me home, man.” Kace squeezed his brother harder, feeling the tears start searing his eyes again. ”Fuck yeah,” he managed on a laugh as Kit drew back. ”Wasn’t even a vending machine in there. God, I need a cigarette too.” That weary laugh came again. At the time he hadn’t noticed that none of them in there were eating. Some had been there long before he’d arrived and they were still caught in that coma like state. Slowly Kace eased to his feet, determined not to sit too long and fall back into that state. He extended a hand to Kit, pulling his brother up before he gave him one last fierce hug. Kit might have taken his life once, but he’d saved him far more than that and that was all that mattered.
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