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That was the time of his life for Gerald, he supposed. He let go of all forms of drugs, including alcohol. The curse his mother cast on him was a minor one, but the classification of curses is based on the complexity of the magecraft involved, not on their effect, so when, in his youthful ignorance and arrogance, Gerald had one night consumed enough drugs to knock out 2 adults cold he experienced what he describes the hell on earth.
The pain was so severe that he went into shock within minutes, with his final thoughts being
< it's finally over...…>.
Only to wake upto bone bone-crushing agony that made him beg for the sweet kiss of death on his lips. Beside him stood a woman with 70 per cent similar facial features to his, and she looked at the wiggling of her son like a worm put into a boiling pot. Capturing her face in his eyes, he felt as if he had caught onto a lifeline, as his mother was the one who always supported him in anything he asked for.
Like the time when, in a drunken haze, he had ran over a young man and the man`s 2 years old daughter. Then, instead of guilt or shock for the disaster he had caused, he began laughing like a madman. When the woman whose husband and daughter he had just killed ran over to him and questioned him, she just laughed harder. When the woman, driven by despair, slapped him hard enough to dislocate her fingers, he was stunned for seconds.
CLANG!
The sound of the door slamming open pulled Gerald out of his half-hazardous musings of the past. He watched the red-headed boy walk out the door, and the door`s locks engaged with a clang after him. Gerald rolled his eyeball at Albus, and shirou nodded, making the old man smile.
A blond woman in a short pencil skirt and a tight collared shirt walked into the police station and greeted Gerald.
Motioning for the woman to move towards Albus, he said
"My old friend, you can discuss the compensation with my secretary as always. Let me not disturb you any longer."
The pair turned around and walked away, and looking at them go, the suited man looked at the blonde beside him and put his hand on the small of her back and said
"Let's get to business, too."
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Shirou and Gerald went back towards the school, and the whole ride was filled with silence as non of them spoke. As they were spreading through the highway, Shirou`s eyes glowed blue, and in an instant, he turned his shoulder sideways and diagonally angled his Deltoidious muscle and braced for impact. While the old man behind him was confused by this, the glass of the car cracked in a spiderweb pattern, and a flattened bullet was left on the glass. With a breath, shirou released the mana that was going into his back, and some of it escaped in the form of light pollution like mist and disappeared.
Steadying his skiing vehicle, Gerald, with his white hair sticking onto his head due to cold sweat, gripped the steering wheel till his knuckles went white. Carefully observing the bullet, shirou shouted without looking at his co-passenger
"It's a .300 Magnum bullet, so drive into a cover and"
"GET!! Down, there`s a SNIPER!"
As soon as the car drove behind a building, and Gerald ducked under his reinforced door, shirou slid out from the door and held his now modified Desert Eagle that he had received from Israel. The Bronge muzzle brake glinted under the afternoon sun, and he quickly filtered through most of Kiritsugu`s counter-sniper strategies. He currently doesn't have his sniper rifle, so he began at a disadvantage, but using magecraft to enhance his eyesight, he scanned the buildings around him searching for the hostile, only to catch a muzzle flash from his left peripheral vision.
Reinforcing his body, he tried to dodge the bullet, but a human can't evade a sniper round under normal circumstances. So his evasion failed partially, and the round penetrated about 4 cm deep into the reinforced flesh. After a small flinch at the moment of impact, Shirou`s circuits burned brighter than before under his full cover clothes, and he dashed towards the building on his left.
As he rushed into the alley, he saw a man wearing a t-shirt running away about 300 meters away, and as he chased after him, he took a sharp turn, and by the time the boy caught up, he had disappeared in the crowd. For the 1st time, shirou felt that modifying his guns to a larger calibre and increasing their damage might have been a mistake. The typical range of the pistol is around 120 meters for accuracy, and its modifications have made it about 90 meters of range with accurate shots, and the recoil has increased significantly.
As he went to the nearby wall for support to bandage his wounds, he thought
Moving back to the car with a slight limp, shirou found Gerald had put on a black cover on the windows, effectively hiding the bullet shot, and now he was rolling the now deformed bullet in his hands as he muttered something under his breath. Taking a seat inside the car, he gestured for Gerald to start the car and asked about who could be the one to send assassins after him.
And Gerald gave very generic answers like political enemies, rivals and old enemies from the days of his parents. Nursing his wounds, shirou went back to his current accommodation and the old man was left alone with his thoughts as he drove back to the cranberry high. The memories of old times came rushing back like a wave onto him. He remembered how he had punched the woman back after she slapped him for killing her family. He recalled how his punch had dislocated her mandible, and as the woman lay there heaving from rage, pain and grief he in a drunken haze had urinated on her and she had nearly chocked on his piss.
He at least had the propriety to call his mother after doing this and then blacking out. He had woken up on a comfy bed in his family, with his mother worriedly checking his body and muttering
"It's fine, it was just an accident, and he will be all right. His body will remain healthy"
He had at that time interpreted it all as a concern for him, but he later learned the truth. That night, after taking all the drugs and waking up to his mother, the look she gave him chilled him to the core. As she walked away, she muttered
"Drugs are bad for your body. How many times do I have to make you understand not to ruin the only thing of value that you have? You waste of resources."
That night, after the pain faded, he developed severe ptsd for any form of narcotics. His hands began to shake violently when he habitually lit up a cigarette to take a puff, and the stick on his lips felt like a sword pointed at his groin.
Both enraged and frightened, he went to the 2nd most important woman in his life. One part he feared that look in his mother's eyes, like she was looking at a lab rat, and another part wanted to scream and rage at the woman for denying him something for the 1st time in his life, he felt that delivering him everything he asked for was his parents' responsibility. When he was huffing and puffing in rage, trying to hide his fear, his wife suggested something that left him stunned.
She pulled out a long blue one-piece dress, alongside a pair of clearly oversized sandals and a golden hairpin decorated with a willow leaf carved onto it. The dress looked smooth and elegant at 1st glance, but anyone with a discerning eye can see multiple stitches on it that were there to make it fit into a person way smaller in figure and stature than its intended wearer.
The wheels of the Rolls-Royce screeched to a halt in a small parking lot built under his house. Letting the car be, Geralt climbed onto a stairway hidden behind a car lift platform and walked in silence through the glossy black stone while sometimes caressing the walls with a forlorn look in his eyes.
The passage opened from a pillar behind his office and onto a small garden planted with white lilies and chrysanthemums. In this avenue of flowers, there was a small tombstone buried bellow a white oak tree.
(A/N: so guys, any guesses on what happened to Geralt, also can you guys guess the next character to be introduced< There is only i small mention of her>. Plus, lore of Geralt`s and the siblings' situation will be given in pieces so you people could already likely guess what most likely would have happened
"2 magus families fucked around and each got fucked in their own way."
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