Fall Month: 1 
Night 
Heavy Rain Moon: 
Devery Short Story; To Gaze Into The Abyss
Devery, age 13
Axiom (younger brother), age 12
Orinoco (elder brother), age 17
Logan (elder brother), age 19
Tacey (mother), age 37 (deceased at 36)
Barrett (father), age 39
*TW; Implied Abuse, and probably other stuff.*
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When Devery got home, walking through the front door and into the front hall, he immediately heard the raised voice of his father. So, instead of announcing he was home, he started his way up the stairs. A moment later he heard Orin’s own voice, raised and angry.
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He stepped through the halls of the upstairs without any real direction. Upon finding the door to Logan’s room open though, he glanced into the bedroom. The window was open, the best one in the house for getting onto the back roof. And that was the only reason Logan ever had it open. He walked into the room and over to the window, ignoring the noise still filtering up from downstairs.
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Sticking his head out of the window, he looked over towards the left and was met with the sight of Logan sitting on the roof. Devery pulled himself through and onto the roof without a word between either of them. Orin and Axiom didn’t need him inside. It was his immediate older brother’s turn to make sure Axiom stayed safe, after all.
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Logan shifted so that he could sit next to him, and Devery made his way over. His eldest brother had a cigarette between the fingers of his right hand, taking a drag and producing the pack of them with his left before offering it to him. He took the pack and fished out a smoke himself, just in time to take the lighter Logan was offering him. He lit the cigarette in his hand and took a drag in silence.
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Only after that did he speak, “How long have they been going for?”
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Logan shrugged, eyes staring straight ahead, “What time is it?”
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It didn’t sound like a question, Devery still took it as one and checked the time on his phone as Logan took another drag, “About 10 PM.”
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“Maybe an hour then.”
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Devery nodded, taking another drag himself. “D’you know what they’re arguing about?”
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“Nope.”
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The tone was empty, blank. It was just a statement. And Devery couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or honest. What he did know was that Logan didn’t have any reason to be lying. And since Orin was preoccupied with keeping Axiom safe from their father, apparently by having a screaming and yelling match with him… Logan wouldn’t have any reason to lie for a good little while.
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Tension lined his shoulders, the pit in his stomach sat heavy. He took another drag and glanced at Logan. He hated how his voice sounded cautious, hesitant. “..You doing alright?”
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Logan didn’t even glance in his direction, didn’t even blink or hesitate with his answer. Didn’t stop to think about it, “Yeah.”
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“..Are you sure?”
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Nothing, no reaction, no hesitance. No difference to the tone at all. “Yeah.”
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Devery waited, keeping his eyes on Logan. He waited for Logan to ask why he was asking, waited for Logan to look over, to give some sort of… Something. His eldest brother only continued to stare forwards, and Devery eventually leaned back a bit.
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Of course Logan wouldn’t ask or look over. What reason did he have to do so? No emotional one, that was for sure. He’d gotten too used to Orinoco and Logan using their abilities in tandem to make up for it. For this. It always sucked when Orin either couldn’t or wouldn’t do it. They’d been doing it since… Well, since before Devery could remember, probably.
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He took a long drag from his cigarette and offered the pack and lighter to Logan when he saw that he’d finished his. “Any plans for tomorrow, Logan?”
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Logan didn’t answer until his new smoke was lit, and then he was back to staring out towards the night sky. “Nope.”
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He nodded, slow and steady, “Right…” He paused, took a drag, “Are you thinking of anything over there?”
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“Yeah.” Logan didn’t elaborate, only continued staring forward.
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So Devery prompted him, “Yeah? What’re you thinking about?”
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“Working and moving.”
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He bit his lip a bit, nodding slowly, “..What about it? I thought you didn’t have a job yet, and you can’t exactly move without money.”
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“Dad offered me to work for him.”
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His chest tightened, “Oh.” He took a drag, that probably sparked the argument. That or Axiom. “When did he make that offer?”
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“Earlier today.”
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Devery nodded, trying to ignore the pit in his stomach without his own ability, “Did he say what kind of job?”
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“He said security.”
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“Did he mention anything else..?”
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“Just some explanation of why. He said that my ability would be good for it.”
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Devery nodded, swallowing against the lump in his throat. It definitely at least helped to spark the argument. “So… Are you going to take it so that you can move out soon?”
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“I already agreed.”
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“Oh, uh, right, okay.” He paused, biting his lip and taking a drag. “So when will you be outta here then..?”
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“Not for a while, dad still wants me here to make sure I’ll be able to do the job.”
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He looked at Logan, who was still just staring forwards. “What do you think that means?”
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“He gave me a handgun, not a revolver like we use. So he has to teach me to use it, probably some other stuff too.”
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Devery took a deep breath, nodding. “..Do you think you’ll have to kill people?”
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Logan continued to stare forward, all emotion out of his voice, no hesitance. “Yeah.”
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“Ah… Really..? That’s not exactly..” He paused, not sure what to say. How to continue. “..Security…”
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Logan looked over now, “That’s what security is in dad’s business, Devery.”
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Devery wished Logan hadn’t looked over now, hadn’t made eye contact with him. His eldest brother’s eyes were the same sectoral heterochromia of his own, but the light didn’t really reach and light them the same way. It was like staring into the eyes of a corpse, into the eyes of some lifeless creature that simply didn’t care. The scar on his forehead was visible too for once, instead of being covered with either hair or a bandana due to how it made him feel to see it while Orin and him used their abilities in tandem. Logan had never said how he got it, only ever said he didn’t want to think about or see it… Logan didn’t seem to care about that either right now.
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…He left the roof and went to his own room soon after. Without another word being spoken between them. He pushed his ability as far away from himself as possible the rest of the night.
