but he's watched his dad do it once or twice. accidentally. other people society wouldn't miss much, people no one goes looking for and never finds. eddie learned a lot in those thirteen years living with edward munson sr., and he'd spent the last seven trying to forget absolutely every bit of it.
and he - he didn't mean to. hit him. escalate this. he's not the one that does the stabbing, he just stands there, wide-eyed and terrified as the choking sounds replace the hammering in his heart.
and then. and then all those old lessons come roaring back. there's blood on steve, blood on billy, and eddie's moving to grip the handles of the knifes. putting his fingerprints all over them.
because... because eddie munson knows how to kill a man. eddie munson knows how to hide a body. eddie knows how to get away with literal murder, but if he fucks up, his boys are taking the fall with him. and looking at billy, face swelling with a bruise, and steve - kind and effortlessly gentle with all of the kids - he doesn't know if he can live with that. ]
Okay, okay... okay... okay. [ each 'okay' gets progressively quieter. a hand - covered in blood, comes up to his mouth as he hunches there over the corpse. tries to think fast. they can claim self-defense. billy's hurt.
he looks up at the two of them, brown eyes wide and slightly teary. ] I - I - I got the record, cops will look at me and won't ask more questions. [ partly to himself and partly to them, looking back at the body. making a choice in that moment. ] It was me. I did this. He - he went for Billy, and I lost it, and you guys tried to stop me. But it was me, okay? All me.
[ his voice is breaking a little. the terror plain. ]
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but he's watched his dad do it once or twice. accidentally. other people society wouldn't miss much, people no one goes looking for and never finds. eddie learned a lot in those thirteen years living with edward munson sr., and he'd spent the last seven trying to forget absolutely every bit of it.
and he - he didn't mean to. hit him. escalate this. he's not the one that does the stabbing, he just stands there, wide-eyed and terrified as the choking sounds replace the hammering in his heart.
and then. and then all those old lessons come roaring back. there's blood on steve, blood on billy, and eddie's moving to grip the handles of the knifes. putting his fingerprints all over them.
because... because eddie munson knows how to kill a man. eddie munson knows how to hide a body. eddie knows how to get away with literal murder, but if he fucks up, his boys are taking the fall with him. and looking at billy, face swelling with a bruise, and steve - kind and effortlessly gentle with all of the kids - he doesn't know if he can live with that. ]
Okay, okay... okay... okay. [ each 'okay' gets progressively quieter. a hand - covered in blood, comes up to his mouth as he hunches there over the corpse. tries to think fast. they can claim self-defense. billy's hurt.
he looks up at the two of them, brown eyes wide and slightly teary. ] I - I - I got the record, cops will look at me and won't ask more questions. [ partly to himself and partly to them, looking back at the body. making a choice in that moment. ] It was me. I did this. He - he went for Billy, and I lost it, and you guys tried to stop me. But it was me, okay? All me.
[ his voice is breaking a little. the terror plain. ]