Ezekiel Jebeddiah Crosse
"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remains as your legacy."
Ezekiel grunted as she poked him in the stomach. Hard. He hissed slightly, but it sounded too feline and predatory, and he gave a chuckle towards that. Guess he was just a big kitten, eh? However,it looked like she wouldn't let up about the topic, so he slid further downward in his seat and rested his hands behind his head. Zeke's chin was tilted up, his striking blue eyes flickering across the ceiling of this odd, odd sanctuary.
"Ah, the good ol' story of Ezekiel Jebeddiah Crosse." His voice was stark, and somewhat sarcastic, as usual, but his eyes held a grim atmosphere to them. The way they flickered around, never remaining on one spot in the ceiling. "Well, I was obviously the good-looking one out of my brother Jeremiah and I." He began with a light huff, trying to lighten the suddenly very heavy mood. "See, Jeremiah and I are about three years apart. We have different father's, but Jeremiah always considered my father, his too. See, our mother was a alcoholic who suffered Bipolar disorder- which was passed down onto Jeremiah." He paused briefly, his eyes wideneing in slight terror at the thought. "They both had awful moodswings." As known as; abuse. But he wouldn't connect the dots fully.
"Mom left shortly after Jeremiah began grade school, and Dad moved us into the country. He didn't take her leaving well. I for one- small innocent Zeke- saw it as no more beatings. So, I was pretty content, actually." Zeke's voice was soft and trailed off before he finished most sentences. That was mostly because he was leaving the gruesome details out.
"Jeremiah soon left when he found out he was a .. well- Meta. A few weeks later after Jeremiah left, Dad felt guilty. Too guilty. Guilty for mom leavig- guilty for condemning us to a life of a Meta. Took the shotgun from the top shelf.. and well, ya know. Offed himself. Saw him do it too. Not a damned thing I said stopped it... probably could've. But I was too shocked to do anything but be useless and sit there and cry, and the occasional scream." He said, adding a slight grin as he glanced downwards towards Maddi. "It's a cruel world. But it's also beautiful, sometimes." The young meta wouldn't cry. No. Not infront of her. He heaved a sigh and sat himself upright. "There's the revised and child-friendly story. Good enough?"