"And just to humor you. But mainly to see what kind of threat you would be."
The Major finally sheathes the sword, spinning the cane between his fingers as he speaks. He's fairly good at it, if not the most graceful with it.
"And I've come to find, Edward, that you're the weak link of the house. Of all the relations of those in the house, you're the weak link. You have quite high thoughts of yourself Edward. But do you know what I've found?"
The Major stops the spin on the cane, gripping it tightly in his hand as he gets up and begins to pace the room.
"All in your house have fangs. And know how to hide them. Slugger, being a monster, by nature knows how to conceal parts of what he is. It comes natural to him. He might be changing - I'm sure you haven't noticed but he's becoming more human, even has a friend and girl he cares about. Though I'm sure you don't give a damn. The boy, Luke, surprised me. He's stubborn like you are, but it's a different type of stubbornness. A stubbornness with purpose beyond emptily proclaiming himself to be someone of worth. A righteous stubbornness, in a way, so divorced and dissimilar to your own that I suppose the only reason you truly relate to him is that you're too dense to see how much better he is than you. Smarter, a better detective and creative thinker, and a better fighter."
The Major's pacing stops behind Edward, several feet behind him at the moment.
"And Susan" the name is practically a sigh on his lips, unable to hide his fondness, "Well. Her fangs are both concealed and drawn at the same time, all the time, I think. Hers are so sharp it's hard not to notice them, but I don't think many see them at their full length. I certainly didn't at first at the Dairy when she killed me. And she was the one to kill me. You were utterly inconsequential in the encounter. In fact, if you hadn't been there...she probably would have lived that day!"
Slowly, the Major begins to approach Eddie from behind. Sometimes he taps the floor of the lair, punctuating his footsteps.
"Do you understand Edward? You're the furthest thing from the "father" of this household. No. You're the household dog Edward, the stray mutt that ended up on Susan's porch that she took in out of the kindness of her heart - and she is a very kind woman, far kinder than is healthy for her - despite the mongrel's yapping. Despite it's tendency to shit all over the floor again and again and again. And that's Susan's wish, I suppose, if it can't be housebroken. But when it takes a shit on my boots..."
The Major is directly behind Eddie now. Not reaching out for him, not touching him. Just standing. And glowering. The Major's voice has taken a harsher tone, and colder tone. There's little humor there anymore, and what is there sounds almost forced.
"How dare you. How dare you even begin to conceive you were worth my time. Do you know how you hide your fangs Edward? Like this," and the Major draws the cane sword again, briefly, before yet again resheathing it, "In gaudy, bright green. In a clubhouse, full of the kinds of traps and secret doors a child would dream up. But children grow to know better, grow to know the world. But you haven't. Your claws are puny, pathetic; built out of a sense of trying to prove your own worth despite never maturing in any feasible or worthwhile way. You're a child, screaming and stupid and bleating. Most notably in comparison to the two children in your house. You're just a pathetic man named Edward Nashton who doesn't know how to be a man at all, and so you try to redefine what would make you be a creature of worth. Through puzzles. Through games. Through childish means."
The Major taps Edward on the head with the cane. It's gentle, not a rap at all but something someone would do to a child they were fond of. Or were worried about hurting.
"But I am not a child. And I do not play childish games. No. I treated you like an enemy, as you asked, to humor you. You were never worth the time. You never will be."
"But Susan is. And the children in your house are. And so, it is with them that I will wage war. It is their friends and their relations that I will work to slay and kill and crush, just as they will struggle to crush me in turn. Don't worry Edward. I won't kill you. Just the people you live with and the people they care about."
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The Major finally sheathes the sword, spinning the cane between his fingers as he speaks. He's fairly good at it, if not the most graceful with it.
"And I've come to find, Edward, that you're the weak link of the house. Of all the relations of those in the house, you're the weak link. You have quite high thoughts of yourself Edward. But do you know what I've found?"
The Major stops the spin on the cane, gripping it tightly in his hand as he gets up and begins to pace the room.
"All in your house have fangs. And know how to hide them. Slugger, being a monster, by nature knows how to conceal parts of what he is. It comes natural to him. He might be changing - I'm sure you haven't noticed but he's becoming more human, even has a friend and girl he cares about. Though I'm sure you don't give a damn. The boy, Luke, surprised me. He's stubborn like you are, but it's a different type of stubbornness. A stubbornness with purpose beyond emptily proclaiming himself to be someone of worth. A righteous stubbornness, in a way, so divorced and dissimilar to your own that I suppose the only reason you truly relate to him is that you're too dense to see how much better he is than you. Smarter, a better detective and creative thinker, and a better fighter."
The Major's pacing stops behind Edward, several feet behind him at the moment.
"And Susan" the name is practically a sigh on his lips, unable to hide his fondness, "Well. Her fangs are both concealed and drawn at the same time, all the time, I think. Hers are so sharp it's hard not to notice them, but I don't think many see them at their full length. I certainly didn't at first at the Dairy when she killed me. And she was the one to kill me. You were utterly inconsequential in the encounter. In fact, if you hadn't been there...she probably would have lived that day!"
Slowly, the Major begins to approach Eddie from behind. Sometimes he taps the floor of the lair, punctuating his footsteps.
"Do you understand Edward? You're the furthest thing from the "father" of this household. No. You're the household dog Edward, the stray mutt that ended up on Susan's porch that she took in out of the kindness of her heart - and she is a very kind woman, far kinder than is healthy for her - despite the mongrel's yapping. Despite it's tendency to shit all over the floor again and again and again. And that's Susan's wish, I suppose, if it can't be housebroken. But when it takes a shit on my boots..."
The Major is directly behind Eddie now. Not reaching out for him, not touching him. Just standing. And glowering. The Major's voice has taken a harsher tone, and colder tone. There's little humor there anymore, and what is there sounds almost forced.
"How dare you. How dare you even begin to conceive you were worth my time. Do you know how you hide your fangs Edward? Like this," and the Major draws the cane sword again, briefly, before yet again resheathing it, "In gaudy, bright green. In a clubhouse, full of the kinds of traps and secret doors a child would dream up. But children grow to know better, grow to know the world. But you haven't. Your claws are puny, pathetic; built out of a sense of trying to prove your own worth despite never maturing in any feasible or worthwhile way. You're a child, screaming and stupid and bleating. Most notably in comparison to the two children in your house. You're just a pathetic man named Edward Nashton who doesn't know how to be a man at all, and so you try to redefine what would make you be a creature of worth. Through puzzles. Through games. Through childish means."
The Major taps Edward on the head with the cane. It's gentle, not a rap at all but something someone would do to a child they were fond of. Or were worried about hurting.
"But I am not a child. And I do not play childish games. No. I treated you like an enemy, as you asked, to humor you. You were never worth the time. You never will be."
"But Susan is. And the children in your house are. And so, it is with them that I will wage war. It is their friends and their relations that I will work to slay and kill and crush, just as they will struggle to crush me in turn. Don't worry Edward. I won't kill you. Just the people you live with and the people they care about."