The Real Savage

There was a member of the team that was a true savage.

If you asked anyone on the team they'd all say that Eliot was the savage of the group. He has killed and he has maimed and he has done for years. Yes they would say with confidence, he is the savage.

But they would be wrong. He was not the savage on the team. He used violence but not arbitrarily and certainly not unnecessarily. He used it as an 'appropriate response'.

No, the savage of the team has a rage that is feral and out of control. He may not has killed or maimed anyone physical but he has committed far worse sins. He destroys people.

He vents his pain and his anger on other people. True, some are deserving of victims, but some are not. Some are caught in the crossfire of a battle they could neither avoid nor control or maybe even understand. And perhaps even worse he is not sorry or regretful or ever truly planning to change.

Where Eliot is all control and accuracy, he is recklessness and vengeance. Napalm and a struck match; he burns a path of destruction.

Once upon a time he had his urges under control, channelling them into something manageable. This is not to say in his past life he did more good, that would certainly not be true, but he what he did do was certainly less vicious, and irreparable and merciless.

Many would suggest it was death that made him a different person entirely but they would be wrong. He was always this person; he just buried that part of him into some deep dark corner of his soul, only ever revealing flashes in moments of weakness. Death had simply unleashed him, like a rabid dog finally snapping its chain and running straight for the throat.

It came out sometimes as acts of emotional terrorism. Some of his lesser crimes from a legal point of view but broken trusts and broken hearts left scars on the small group of thieves already too damaged to make his behaviour forgivable.

He was sadistic and condescending and constantly blamed others for his own failings. It would be unfair to say he did not judge himself as harshly as he judged everyone else. He had suffered unbearably and his response was to lash out; it was understandable but this should only serve as a reason not an excuse. The loss of a child is unimaginable but unfortunately not so unusual and not all of those souls had fallen so far and would never dream of using it as justification to do so.

He might suffer inwardly but he chose hate not responsibility and it had turned him wild.

He called himself an honest man, but Nathan Ford was the real savage.