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Hallowed Truth	By : Spiritwolf71 Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 3767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thick rough fingertips slowly moved up and down the surface of the sliver flask, slowly outlining the name carved into the bottom, Monteiro. When Teemo had turned sixteen his father had bought the keepsake for him, it was perhaps the nicest thing his father had ever bestowed him, or maybe it was the only thing his old man had ever given him. Either way it was it was a memory that preserved in his mind, coming out on pretty much every occasion that Teemo used the item.
With his father drunk and useless so much of the home repairs had come to young man. He had learned a lot in his youth, a little bit of pluming, some electronic and a lot of dry walling and wood working. Had it not been for him the hole they lived in would have fallen in on itself ten times over.
On this night of his birthday he and his mother had been fixing the sink in the kitchen. As usual his dad stumbled in late after having a few pints with the boys. He was loaded for bear but for once not yelling obscenities as he entered the home. Instead he had a big grin on his face that a young Teemo had found to be more frightening then his scowl.
The elder Monteiro had slammed a paper bag on the counter and pointed to it, “Happy Birthday,” he slurred and waited. Teemo had slowly opened the bag expecting some kind of trap from the old man he was being much too pleasant. The first thing he saw on the flask was the beautifully hand carved eagle on the front of it. e
"Here, you’re a man now, kid," he had said. Teemo had been surprised his father had actually remembered how much he like the bird, either that or it was a lucky guess. The eagle had always amazed the young boy. He would constantly draw them, paint them in art and use them for project at school if he could fit them in somehow. There was some serene and majestic about the creature that Teemo had never been able to define.
He loved to watch them glide in the sky, slowly spiralling downwards to the Earth but never really a part of it. It was how he had felt most of his life, it was probably why he liked them so much, to have the complete freedom, it was something he knew he would never have.
It was funny that the flask became what he treasured most in life and he always made sure that it was full. He had once promised himself he would never become his father but at some point in his thirty years he had crawled half way there. He was a worse alcoholic then the elder Monteiro had ever been, but he was not violent. If anything his addictions worked the other way, they mellowed him out to the point where he simply no longer cared.
James seemed to be the only person that seemed to understand him. When they had been training together Vega had always been the one to pick him up and push him. He was always the one that motivated him and if it had not been for Vega, Teemo would never have made it through basic training. James had also been the one that had come for him when the war was over, when he was at rock bottom and there was nowhere left to fall.
The N7 agent had always been there to brush him off and set him back on his feet. He had picked him up again after the war and made Teemo a part of his team. Teemo still had no idea what it was James saw in him but he knew he was not going to let the man down. Not that he had been able to completely quit his nasty habits but he did limit them to when he was not working. At worse he would have a swig or two from the flask throughout the day.
Now, he pulled it out of his pocket and took a quick drink before pouring a bit over the wound. He almost screamed out as a fresh wave of pain washed over him. He immediately regretted doing that, but it was something he had seen in movies, even once in a Blasto movie, and thought that it actually did something other than make things feel worse. He never professed to be medically inclined. There was a reason he was a grunt and an uneducated one at that. He looked to the flask and finished the rest of it.
The Marine thought for a few moments of contacting James again but he had shut down his omni tool. He had shut down anything that would assist whoever had been chasing him, to find him. Teemo had run until he found a nook and hid in it hoping no one would ever be able to locate him, needing to go into complete silence. He knew if he had been searching for someone in a forested area he would definitely scan for any kind of electronics.
He had waited until night fell, and his wonderful flask was empty, to emerge from his hiding spot. His shoulder complained loudly as he tested it with his pistol. He could still move into a firing position but his hands were not as steely. There would be no long distance shooting for him. As a matter of fact it would probably be better if he did not have to fire a shot at all.
When he had been discovered he had ran as fast as he could without even paying attention to where he was going. The problem with that was, there was miles upon miles of forested areas just outside of Vancouver and without his omni map he had no idea of where he was or how long it would take James to find him, if he even got his fucking message yet. He would have to take a chance on another call soon then shut it down quickly and move position. If he didn't he could wonder around in circles until he died, which with the shoulder injury, might not take long.
He looked up to the sky and sighed, he was a bit of a delinquent when it had come to most classes where he had to sit down and learn. He usually never paid attention and when it had come to navigation and the wonderful starry sky, he had neglected to bring his learning ears. He did know that the big dipper was usually North East this time of year so he located that so he would at least have some sort of a marker. He just needed to go in the opposite direction.
As he carefully made his way back in the general direction he had come from he thought of the evidence he had found, or rather the picture. Gary was indeed Terra Firma and apparently pretty high up.
Claude Menneau had once been in the running for the top spot of the party but mysteriously disappeared. That had left Charles Saracino in charge of the party and last Teemo had heard, the man had ran it into oblivion.
All sorts of speculation were running through his head even though he was not the most politically minded. He imagined that this group they were dealing with were Menneau supporters that had gone into hiding when the faction had its little war. They had probably bid their time and come up with some sort of coop, sort of what they were probably involved in right now. Teemo could only wonder what the end game might be, how far it went. There were also other people in the picture and all wearing the uniform with the same unit tag as Gary. He was getting some sort of an award. Teemo recognized a few of the men in the picture. One of them was a General; Teemo had worked under him during the Reaper war. Another had gone on to be an aide to the Secretary of Defence and another was Gracie’s boss, the Judge Advocate General. There were a few he did not recognize but he was sure they would be able to figure it out. It was a hell of a list and one a grunt like him could get killed for.
The other problem with list is Gracie, Teemo did not know her all that well, and James seemed to trust her, but Teemo decided that she had not really proven herself yet. She had not been with them through any rough spots or situation where they depended on her, even though she was an officer; she was a paper pusher and one that had risen through the rank quite quickly. He didn’t know Kevin either, although again, James seemed to trust him.
They would have to tread carefully or they would be joining this Lanie on the run.
As he carefully made his way back he thought about this Lanie. He was more than positive James must have slept with the woman. He was taking everything way to personally not to have. Not that he could have blamed James, she was a very pretty girl, but it was making a mess out of things. He was almost to the point where he didn’t care who killed the Prime Minister he wanted his cozy little group out of the game.
He was lost in thought, but not lost enough to hear the voices approaching. He quickly moved out of the path he was taking and into the bushes to watch. It was what he liked about night travel. It was much easier to hide, as long as a random flashlight beam didn’t hit you. He held his breath as they walked by him, holding a knife in his hand. If he had to take them out he would do so quietly.
The first thing he noticed was the Alliance uniform on the two men who passed. He bit his lip and wondered how many Terra Firma people were now part of the Alliance. He could see how high up they went but how deep would be interesting. He could only wonder how long they had been organizing is silence and what for.
“I think I’d rather be hunting the Assassin, she’s much nicer looking,” one of the soldiers said, Teemo had to agree there, she had much nicer curves too, not so blessed with the oversized breast, but they were nice. Yes, he smiled to himself, he was a dog too.
“Well this whole thing would be a moot point had Parker done his job in the beginning. All he had to do was blow up her car when she was in it.”
The first solder laughed, “Yeah well, what was the chance someone would try to steal her car, of all the cars they could have stolen on that street.”
“Well you know what they say about the best laid plans.”
The men laughed, “I’d still rather be hunting her, we could have ourselves a good old party when we caught her don’t you think.”
Teemo frowned; they were starting to cross the line. He didn’t mind the talk about pretty ladies, but talks of hurting them made him angry. He quietly followed them wanting to hear more information, but found himself getting more angry as they continued to plan out what they would do if they found the woman.
He sighed and moved away, he had no idea if they would go back to discussing the issues and he was going to kill them if he didn’t move. He stayed hidden in the shadows and bushes now, figuring he was closer to the gated community of traitors. He turned direction so that he was heading south west, he still needed to create some distance between him and the “home base”
As he changed direction he was met with a flashlight, in the face, one of those random moments in time where life went against you. Both he and the soldier behind it looked at each other, but it was Teemo that recovered from his shock first and he jumped, his knife sinking deep into the soldier’s neck, cutting through several arteries and veins but more importantly the larynx so he could not call out. His free hand had moved behind the trigger ion the man’s assault rifle so he could not fire. He pulled the gun from his grasp and held the man as he fell to the ground grasping for air, trying to scream.
When the man’s lips stopped moving Teemo released him and looked to his own hands, now covered in blood. His eyes moved from the Alliance soldier to his hands. Yes this man might be Terra Firma but James had no doubt he had probably fought I the war. Maybe even saved a few lives. He could only curse at how easily politics could separate brothers.
He tucked the body into the bushes and moved on, wiping his blade clean but keeping it firmly in his hand, he was beginning to hate this assignment more and more. He moved on and when he thought it was clear he activated his Omni tool and pinged James he then sent him the photo and with a quick message to keep it to himself. He wanted to trust Gracie but this was her boss they were talking about.
He turned the omni off and began to run; it would take them mere minutes to converge upon this spot. The first soldier came from in front of him and he shot before the poor woman had a chance to register what was happening, the only problem was she had others with her and they were on him quickly. He dove into the brush and made his way to a clearing, he could hear running water and he would lose them there. He heard the first shot fired but because of the darkness he knew there was no way they could really see him. It would all be guessing. That and he kept the trees between himself and the direction of the shots as best as he could.
He dove to the ground when he was sure that he was completely out of sight. The only ally he had at the moment was the night. He tightly gripped his knife and two soldiers passed and took a deep breath before moving up silently behind on of them and slamming his knife into his neck, he guided the man’s assault rifle two wards the second soldier as the man opened fire on instinct. He held his finger on the trigger until both men were dead and he slipped back into the darkness, taking an assault rifle with him. He knew he would not be able to keep this up forever.
He paused for a second to check the assault rifle, a mattock, that was a rare gun in the alliance and he was not the biggest fan but it would do. He continued to moved slowly as to not to disturb his surroundings. He was getting tired though and his shoulder was aching beyond anything he had felt in a long time.
“Jesus James, where the hell are…” he froze as the barking suddenly reached his ears, “Dogs, fuck.”
He continued to curse as he made his way faster to the running water he had been hearing. He hated dogs for two reasons; first, he had no desire to hurt them and second, with his bleeding shoulder, they would find him.
He continued to run and almost found himself taking a long dive into some rapid water. He really could not judge the size of the cliff he was on but it was well over fifteen feet down. Fifteen feet he preferred not to plummet down.
“Shit,” he laughed to himself as he regained balance and moved a foot away from the edge he almost ran right off, “that was close.” He continued to laugh, bending over to catch his breath while he determined what his next move would be, he was still chuckle when the bushes by him began to rustle and one of the Sheppard’s looked to him growling.
“Ohhhh, good doggy,” he cooed and tried to move away from the edge, his hands held out in front of him, “Want a treat?”

The dog barked as it jumped at him pushing him back. He felt the sharp teeth bury deep into his arm as his feet began to slip off the edge. He was going to fall and this dumb dog was going to come with him. All he could think about as he fell was that James was going to kill him.

Teemo had never forgotten his mother’s death. She had been diagnosed with cancer and died within six months and it had been a horrible way to go. The Marine often thought he would rather be tortured all the way to hell rather than die like his mother did. In the end she had no idea who he was, she kept calling him David, the name of his Uncle who had died two years prior. She had no idea who his father was, which was ok, forgetting the kind of abuse the elder Monteiro had put her through was the only blessing.
His family had not exactly been social and he had never known his mother parents so the funeral had been small. A few of the people his mother worked with and his father and himself. His father had been drunk when he had given the eulogy. He had sat in the front row of the church that was attached to the funeral home. He had not allowed any one to sit near him and he remembered that he had decided that one day he was going to kill his father and he was going to make it painful. His father slurred his way through how beautiful his wife was when they married and what big plans they had. Then he went on to say how she had let herself go, that she stopped wearing makeup and was always bitching at him.
When the funeral was over Teemo attacked his old man in the parking lot, beating the hell out of him. He had felt extremely satisfied but had ended up arrested and in jail. He was released a couple days later and moved into the basement apartment of his mother’s only friend. He found a job and worked hard so that he could get himself some forged identification and join the Alliance and make something out of himself. That had not really worked out either.
Monteiro senior had died when the reapers attacked Earth and Teemo always hoped it was slow and painful. They, of course, had not found the body, there was after all hundreds of thousand, if not millions, unaccounted for, but he had always just figured his father had become one of those husks, the monster he was. He often dreamt about it when he slept, it was almost as pacifying as counting sheep.
This time the dream was different though. Instead of watching his father become a mindless husk his father actually spoke to him. He wasn’t sure if he liked it. As Teemo finished cutting the hole in the ice and dropping his line in the water his father entered his little ice fishing hut. It was odd to see him here; they had never gone ice fishing before. Come to think of it Teemo had never been ice fishing before.
The small room seemed to glow slightly blue, the light reflecting of the glow of the husk before him. Although husks were pretty much generic this one had his father’s thick sideburns and mullet hair, and was complete by wearing those reflective sunglasses he was so fond of. Like always the father husk had a beer in one hand and a smoke in the other. He seemed to be staring at the Marine.
“How ya doing boy?” He asked starting the conversation. The husk really just moaned and made some raspy noise but he seemed able to interpret it.
“Just fishing, was going to have some salmon for breakfast.”
“There’s only bass in this lake, didn’t you read the sign,” he hand his a large piece of wood. Teemo turned it over and sure enough in big orange letter it said bass only.
“Well isn’t that just the monkey’s ass,” Teemo tossed the sign in the hole, which seemed to have gotten bigger.
“You shouldn’t swear, it’s not good for your health,” the elder said, Teemo narrowed his eyes. His father had made him eat a bar of soap once for dropping the f word once. He had been sick as a dog afterwards and nothing tasted right for the longest time.
“No offence, but your dead, so, I really don’t care what you think.”
“Your buddy ain’t coming for you, you know, it’s too much of a risk and you know it. That and you were caught illegally in someone’s home and you just killed three or four Alliance soldiers.”
“They are all Terra Firma, traitors, they were the ones behind the assassination, not Flynn.”
“Flynn, now there’s a woman I could get to know,”
An unwanted image of Lanie and his father creeped into his head before he could stop it, he felt sick to his stomach. “In your dreams pop,” he said.
“So I see you still piss yourself,” the elder pointed to him. Teemo looked down and sure enough he had a wet spot and worse it was still growing.
When he was a child he had a problem with wetting the bed. It had actually persisted until he was a teenager and after his mother died on occasion. It was not until he joined the Alliance that it had stopped. His mother had wanted to take him to see a doctor about the issue but his father would never let her. He knew what the problem had been. Teemo had nightmare, vivid and terrifying nightmares of his father and during these nightmares he wet himself. There was nothing physical about the issue; he was simply a terrified kid.
He could feel the wetness soak his pants and slowly make its way down his legs. His feet were already soaked. “I don’t, this is just a dream, and you’re not real.”
“Really, not real, you put a lot of time and thought into me for not being real,” his father said. Teemo really didn’t have an answer for that because he did. There was not a day that didn’t go by that he did not think of his hatred for his father or attribute some bad habit to him. Everything that was wrong in his life, he blamed on his father. He thought about his father more than his mother, whom he loved dearly, more than his lost fiancé who he adored.
He narrowed his eyes as he continued to wet himself. It was not moving upwards and soaking his jacket and it was flooding the floor.
“You know when you die and go to hell, I’ll be there waiting,” he father warned, “Now just breathe dammit, cause if you die on me I’ll kill you.”
He was suddenly very cold and everything went dark on him but he could feel that he was still wet. Someone was beating the hell out of him, banging on his chest and he was choking. His body began to spasm as he fought to breathe, his lungs aching and his head pounding. His father was still yelling at him to breathe.
He coughed hard and curled to his side as he felt water rush out of his mouth and his lungs suddenly filled with air, he gasped loudly.
“That’s it buddy,” he heard James voice and opened his eyes still coughing, he was freezing cold. It took him a few minutes to realize what was happened and he turned slightly to look at the cliff beside the waterfall that he had been thrown from. He realized immediately it was simply a miracle he was not dead.
“What, how?” was all he could mutter.
“I was almost at you when the dog attacked you brother,” James said. “I got down here as quick as I could without being spotted. Had to fight off another dog, but I figured you be dead. You’re one lucky bastard.”
Teemo suddenly jerked and looked around, “They are looking for me, we need to move,” he said, they were both soaking wet, thank god it was summer. He paused, “And what the fuck with an answering machine when one of your guys is on a mission?”
James helped him to his feet. “That is a long story I’ll tell when we get back to the car.”
Teemo nodded. “Did you get that picture I sent, tell me you didn’t show Gracie.”
“I got it and I haven’t quite figured out what to make of it yet. We’ll deal with that when we are at the office. Did anyone them see you?”
“Maybe the back of my head, they shot me in the back.”
“Of course they did, you were escaping the hornets’ nest I think. Let’s get you to a hospital and get that shoulder fixed up,” James said half carrying him.

Well, sorry this took so long I went through writers block and then some manic depressive writing issues and quite a few other things. This might not read the best but I wanted to get something out and explain what happened to Teemo and what he had discovered. And really I just wanted to get something out before I gave up on the whole thing. Again, sorry for the delay.
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