User blog:Nobody700/The Whitebearded father: Part 2



Edward: Do not worry son, you are with me. I will protect you from anything, and anyone. Son... my father would sing me a song, when I was young.

Hush, little baby

Don't say a word

Daddy going to steal you

A Mocking Bird.

And If that mocking bird won't sing,

Daddy's going to steal you

''A diamond ring. ''

If that diamond ring gets stolen

Daddy's going to steal you

A looking glass.

If that Billy goat won't pull

Daddy's going to steal you 

A cart and Bull.

If that cart and Bull turns over,

Daddy's going to steal you

A dog named Rover.

If that dog named Rover won't bark

Daddy's going to steal you

A Horse and Cart.

If that horse and cart falls down,

You'll still be the sweetest in my eyes.



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Fest: PUT MY SON DOWN, NOW!



Edward: Leave me and my son, or die!



Fest: You think he's your son?! That boy, is my son.

Edward: Where were you then, when I rightfully took him? I will protect him.



Edward: Will you fight? Without your gun?

Fest: I... I'll die for him!

Edward: Then... why not a certain sets of rules?

Fest: What rules?

Edward: We will fight for the boy. If you can beat me, you can have him, and I will leave the town alone. If I win, no one can go after him, and I will have him.

Fest: Why? Why these set of rules?

Edward: A father must love, serve, and protect their children. If you can't do one of those, you have failed being a father.



Fest: I accept these rules.



Edward: Will you stand?

<Fest, punched the ground, and grabbed the rifle. He rushed at Edward again, and Edward slammed the Bisento into his face, and made him hit a tree. He got up, and rushed. He was slammed to the ground, and spit up blood. He felt like most of his bones were broken. He even felt like his spine was cracking. He still got up, and rushed. He did it again, and again, and again. He was slammed into the ground 12 times, slammed into a tree 5 times, and just plain got hit without falling 3 times. He felt as if even a fly could kill him now. But he knew... he would rush the guy for another thousand hits... and more. Edward, was sweating, lifting the 55 KG Bisento, and saw his own hands. They were bleeding. The impact... he knew that if he wanted to, killing this man would be easy. But... he knew what he had to do.>

Edward: I lose. Killing you would prove only one thing. I was forced to do it. I can barely do this... yet... you stand. You chase me. What is your name?

Fest: F...Fest...

Edward: You can have your son back.



Edward: Goodbye... son.

Fest: Your crying?

Edward: I am?



Fest: I... have to admit it. You seem genuine.

Edward: I'm sorry... I just want a son. My father, the bandit, raised me. He told me, that I was the best thing ever to happen to him. I just wanted to know why... and now I do.

Fest: Oh. I know the feeling. This kid... some times, I want to throw him off a cliff. But... I love him more then anything. I know that. Maybe you'll be a good dad, if you don't steal them.

Edward: What is his name?

Fest: Blake. Ron Blake.

Edward: I named him Edward Newgate.

Fest: Heh. I like that. Why don't you name yourself that.

Cop: EDWARD! YOUR UNDER ARREST!



Cop 1: My god... you look awful!

Aline: Fest! Are you okay?!

Fest: Don't worry... I have the baby, and he's safe.



Aline: FEST!



Cop 2: What?

Doctor: This man... his entire body is broken! He shouldn't have been standing at all!

