Post EOD

[Kasper Van Slam]

drip. drip. drip.

Blood dripped on the ground and on the boots of Kasper Van Zant. A member of the medical staff was attempting to stitch her up, "You're lucky you weren't scalped miss Van Zant, you should listen to medical on these things! This is going to take at least sixteen to seventeen stitches," the man sighed.

"Why don't you let me doc," the voice of Drexel filled the room and both Kasper and the doctor looked around to see the large man leaning against the door frame, "um no, are you even trained for this?"

Drexel lifted the sleeve of his camo long sleeve to reveal a very nasty and visceral scar that ran from around the bottom of his forearm up to his under his forearm into his armpit, "1987...I had just beat my brother in a hardcore match, stitched it myself so if you don't want me to split your fucking face I'd say scram I can stitch one of my own."

The doctor looked at the crimson faced Kasper for consent and as more blood rolled like beads of water after a shower down her face she nodded, "it's fine he's my dad," she replied and the doctor scoffed, "yeah wise, kid being hard headed won't get you far but you do you..."

The doctor left and Drexel closed the door behind him and he took a seat on the stool in front of Kasper adjusting her head so he could look at he cut, "so is it cracked up to be what you thought? Been getting that ass kicked a lot huh?"

"I've enjoyed it," She snapped back colder than she meant, "and I ain't coming home. I'm not a quitter."

"oh Kasp I gave up in getting you to come home, I'm just going to let this big world beat you down for me. Now hold still this is going to hurt...," Drexel poured a half a bottle of rubbing alcohol on her head and Kasper hissed but didn't flinch, "cunt!"

Drexel laughed, "Language," he joked, "now hold still," he began to delicately clean the wound on her head and things grew quiet for a bit before Drexel began to whistle.

"What's Topher not telling me Pa? What's the big deal with Donzig and Lady Sinclair?" Kasper asked with little to no enthusiasm to which Drexel sighed heavily, "History. Bad history. Donzig is a ilk of corruption Kasp and anyone associated with him, they destroy and maim and leave behind everyone in their path so don't be looking at them for salvation: Therefore be careful how you walk, not as unwise men but as wise," and Kasper followed that with, "Ephesians 5:15..."

"Exactly kiddo. Leave them be or be a fool, but what I can condone is vengeance," he paused the stitching to reach into his leather jacket pocket and Drexel pulled out a foldable straight razor, "Deuteromony 32:35...It is mine to avenge; I will repay. In due time their foot will slip; their day of disaster is near and their doom rushes upon them," Kasper repeated the Bible verse easily a habit she'd picked up from her Father, Drexel hadn't been much of a church man but his dad and daddy before him were men of the word Drex just used scripture to justify lessons or life. Still Kasper took the blade turning it over in her hands as Drexel finished the stitches.

"I think Crane needs a lesson in manners, he is a cowardly man and I think he needs a lesson about it," Drexel coo'ed, "blood for blood. I'd give him what the Irish cal the Glasgow Smile but that's me...and done," Drexel tossed the scissors and clamps down. Kasper stood stuffing the blade into the front of her tights looking down at her Daddy, "t...thanks, I'll think about getting revenge but you think about telling Grant to leave me alone? I'll tell you why, because I'm going to beat him every time. I'm just going to keep embarrassing him and I'll embarrass the whole family to do this...I'm going to prove you all wrong, but come to London and watch me k?"

Kasper gave Drexel a quick hug and a peck on his cheek, "love you...," and Drexel just stared up at Kasper, when it was apparent he wasn't going to say it back Kasper grabbed her bag and left, she paused at the door when she almost crashed into a man it was a brief exchange but the man gave her a look before Kasper scoffed and shoved past. Drexel sighed scratching his head when a deep Appalachian southern voice broken the silence, "great going Daddy of the year," it had surprised Drexel as he turned toward the voice, "Well shit the bed..nephew," the man leaning in the door smiled watching Kasper walking down the hall and then his blue eyes lit up like a blue bulbed Christmas tree as he turned back towards Drexel, "That's rich coming from a man who literally lost one kid and abandoned another but let's question the man whose been there for his...what are you doing? Why are you here?"

The man pushed off the door and pulled a joint from behind his ear, "oh seein' family and checkin' in on promises," he began to clean from under his nails, "I live in the area well I got work so to say..listen any who this ain't no social call Unc, this is a warnin' you watch that son of a bitch around her got it? That was the fucking deal and I stay gone forever but if you can't I'll find someone who can," he raised painted nails and clicks his tounge and does the finger guns before he himself leaves.

Drexel steps out into the hallway calling once more to his nephew, "hey next time tend and clean your own mess! son of a bitch...