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youarejesting · 3 years

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Sly like a... ? Part 4

[Master list] [Sly Master List] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story. Words: 1.8k

Summary: Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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Deciding to sleep in the lounge was not only because you had grown too tired from cleaning to retreat for a bed, but also as you had given up your room so each hybrid had their own personal space. Another and more pressing reason you had slept on the couch was to perhaps talk Yoongi down from leaving.

It was understandable he was apprehensive about the trials and after your in depth conversation he agreed to truly think the offer over before making any rash decisions. That’s all you could hope for, that he tried for the sake of himself and other hybrids in his position. The first day hadn’t gone as successful as you had hoped but you had developed a good impression with the initial three hybrids.

“The story of the fox goes back to Chinese folklore, in a book called the classics of Mountain and Sea. The book was filled with monsters and mythical creatures that roamed the earth hidden among the humans. They called the fox ‘Huli jing’ and said they had immense power,” Felix spoke quietly tucking you into bed, his silver hair shone by the faint glow of the night light in your room.

“Some say that every ten years a fox grows a new tail, and others say when a Fox falls in love it will only have one.” He explained seeing you sitting up he pressed his finger to your forehead trying to push you to lay down, “Are you laying down, this is supposed to be a bedtime story.”

“I know but your stories are so good I don’t want to fall asleep again,” You whined but reluctantly gave way, “I am laying down, tell the story, tell the story.”

“In the mountain lived a young man, who spent his days gathering wood, food and water, one evening he wished under the moon for a wife that could love him and give him a family. The next morning he was visited by a beautiful woman, she was everything he wished for and the two fell in love. She told him she would marry him and give him a family if once a month under the full moon she could disappear down to the river and he would never follow. So he obeyed never following and the two had two children, she took the children to the river every full moon and the man started to grow curious.”

“He followed her to the river and saw her remove and wash her skin. She was not a human but a fox and their children splashing in the water were foxes too but they didn’t need to remove their skin. They were part human and were good at disguising themselves. The fox saw her husband standing there and she fled with their children never to be seen again.” Felix saw your eyes drifting and gave a low chuckle, “That will be it for tonight you have lessons in the morning.”

Growing up in a government facility had everything a real home would, except love, you didn’t have a mother or father to care for you. But you did have a young researcher named Felix who would often visit and dote on you, giving gifts and teaching you about Hybrids. He helped you to understand that you were in fact a Hybrid even if you didn’t appear like one. Felix often told you stories, myths and legends about foxes. He made sure to never treat you like a failure, unlike the other researchers.

“Am I ever going to be allowed to leave, no one will want a hybrid who doesn’t look like a hybrid, but no one wants to deal with a human who has animal tendencies?”

“The right people will accept you when the time comes” He smiled, a knowing glint in his eye, he always looked like he was hiding something. You had a way of getting information out of everyone who worked in the facility but not Felix, he was the exception always calling you out when you tried. “They are out there, now it’s time to sleep.”

He left and after a few moments the lights in the hall switched off. The door creaked open and you shuffled over in your bed and lifted the blanket. Jimin slid under the covers and the two of you fell asleep cuddling. Everynight Jimin snuck from his room to yours if he wasn’t caught and the two of you fell asleep beside one another. His tail nervously in his hands where he would twist it gently.

“Jimin is out of bed again!”

A head of red locks poked into the room, Felix’s eyes met yours and with a playful wink he turned to leave and you swear you saw three silver bottle brush tails trailing behind him, “They are asleep Astrid, leave them be,”

Woken by something soft brushing against your hand, you opened your eyes taking in your surroundings. That’s right you were staying in a government house, you hadn’t lived in one of these buildings since you were a teen. The buildings all smelt the same, like the same disinfectant and carpet shampoo, you were used to this even if the disinfectant made it hard to relax. It was hard to adjust to a place that smelt like nothing, everything smelt like something.

Turning towards your hand you found Jungkook rubbing the sides of his face against your hand and letting your fingers brush over his head. It was a natural reaction cat hybrids have sweat glands in their cheeks that are filled with their scent and well when they nuzzle or rub their faces against something it transfers that scent.

You scratched behind his ears, he stopped closing his eyes and purring happily in response and you hoped your scent would soon occupy some of the house to ease you discomfort

“Good morning Jungkook!” You greeted him, scratching more diligently behind his ears. He leaned into your touch, you assumed from his purrs that he felt safe and happy to live with you. “Have you had breakfast?”

“Uh, no” he whined a pout prominent on his lips, either he was really hungry or he was upset that you had stopped petting him. You were heading into the kitchen and starting to prepare a large breakfast. Before you had the chance to set the table there was a knock at the door. Jungkook ever so curious slinked across the room to peek out the window.

“Your friend Jimin is back and he brought two new hybrids,” Jungkook's voice died off towards the end and Seokjin stepped out his tail all messy from his sleep. Seokjin petted Jungkook’s head tired and the younger hybrid followed you to the front door.

Pulling the door open you saw Jimin dressed beautifully in a suit and with some rather beautiful make up, he was fresh from his photo shoot. “I look good huh?” He leaned in kissing your cheek and walking inside, muttering something about the smell of the government houses.

Behind him was Kim Namjoon looking bored. He carried a small potted plant in his hands and practically stumbled up the steps but tried to play it off with a look of contempt lacing his features. He was the tallest out of all the hybrids you had met and you could see Jungkook’s wide eyes already admiring the older Hybrid.

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” He took your hand and kissed your knuckles and stepped inside. Asking Jungkook to lead him to the room beside Jimin’s he nodded and led the taller feline hybrid to his room. Namjoon seemed a little taken back by Jungkook’s admiring stare.

Jung Hoseok was just full of smiles so excited to see everything the city had to offer, his eyes shone, he would be a ball of energy. His reaction to the house was just a series of loud sound effects, clapping, and giggles. You grinned greeting him with a smile. He was quick to give you a hug talking about how his previous owners had given him some food as a gift. The farm where Hoseok was born were breeders of deer and similar hybrids.

Hoseok had a kind of silly face like Jin's. He was very expressive and when he smiled you just knew he was happy. You could tell he was from the country as he was very lean and yet still muscular. He wasn’t on to shy away from hard work.

With the two new hybrids in the house you felt the tension build, especially between Seokjin the oldest, Yoongi who wasn’t one to follow someone's orders and Namjoon who thought of himself superior to the other hybrids. This was going to end badly if you didn’t step in so you did.

“I would like for you to have no fighting and as of right now I am the leader and the boss, when the time comes that you have grown accustomed to one another then we will vote who will be the leading figure. But for arguments sake I will take the leadership role do we all agree?”

“Yes, of course” Seokjin smiled, he respected your decision and also would rather not start a fight with two predatory hybrids.

“A smart decision.” Namjoon nodded watching Jimin searching for something in his bag, a familiar scent catching your attention. Yoongi smirked seemingly amused by the two hybrids who were quick to bow their heads.

“For now,” Yoongi muttered, slinking off to his room, his dark tail the last thing you saw as he turned down the hall.

“Oh, Y/nnnnn?” Jimin cooed from across the room he had a dark bag filled which from what you could smell was full of fruit, “I got you a present?”

“Blueberries?” You went to run over to inspect the bag but he held up his hand, freezing you to the spot.

“And?” he smirked, rustling the bag letting more of the fresh fruit aroma fill the air, “What else can you smell?”

“Mulberries?” You sniffed the air stepping forward slowly, “and what is the last one?”

“Grapes and Plums” Seokjin sniffed the air coming closer, you had a bit of a laugh, at least there was someone in the house with similar taste as you. The two of you tipped the bag into a bowl and ate together, the others all enjoyed the breakfast you had made especially the grilled mackerel but you couldn’t help but notice Jimin pouting. Perhaps he didn’t like that Seokjin was enjoying the gift he had gotten for you.

“Thank you so much Jimin, these berries are my favourite and I am so proud of you for letting me share with Seokjin, as he loves them too. You are making such a good first impression, you are such a good boy” Jimin’s face flushed in response apparently he didn’t expect to be praised but you knew how much he loved words of affirmation.

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myjjbaby · 4 years

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Can I get a jj imagine where you've been dating for a while (you're a pogue and been one forever) and you make a bet with him to see who can go the longest without sex? Who would cave first bc i feel like even being as stubborn as he is JJ wouldn't be able to take it that long lol smut is 100% okay with me if you're comfortable btw😜 ~N

won’t last | the bet (part ii)

author’s note - hi alright this is a tad different than the request bc i thought itd be cute to have a different bet for part 2 of the bet bc people wanted that :))

synopsis - requested by anon! you make a bet with your boyfriend and JJ’s really bad at winning them

warnings - 2.6k of smut, filth, sex, whatever you want to call it :)) edging, oral (f!receiving), unprotected (wrap before you tap folks). also if you aren’t legal i highly suggest you don’t read this and enjoy some time outside like children should. 18+ folks!! also i am allowed to post this cause i am 19 so anons don’t even try :))

“Wait, so you’re trying to tell me that y’all made a bet about me and JJ?”

You were currently sitting between your boyfriend’s legs at the driver seat of the ‘HMS POGUE,’ which had become a common occurrence over the summer ever since Sarah introduced you to the crew. JJ’s hand would slip off of the wheel and knead at the skin of your waist, a playful smirk on his face as he looked out onto the marsh.

“Yeah, if JJ didn’t fall in love with you by the end of the summer, he’d get a new bike.”

“I don’t need a new bike anyway.”

You smiled at the blonde’s confession and leaned up to kiss the underside of his jaw. He shifted his head so he could look down at you fully before pressing his lips sloppily against your cheek.

“M’ sorry, bub,” he gave you a confused look, “about not getting a bike.”

“Don’t need one if I got you, baby.”

You rolled your eyes before slipping out of his arms and meandering to the bow of the old boat. JJ whining at the loss of contact, watching your figure bend over as you grabbed something out of his bag.

“So,” the blonde nearly jumped out of his skin when Sarah snuck up on him, “wanna do another bet?”

“What do you have in mind, Cameron?”

“We need Y/N for this one, gimme a sec.”

JJ watched as the older girl walked over to you, pulling his fresh blunt from your lips. He smiled as you approached him and once again wrapped you into his warm embrace. The blue-eyed boy smiling when he felt your lips pressed to his exposed shoulder. JJ chuckled at your squeal when he placed you on his lap, kissing your temple whispering sweet nothings.

You blushed like crazy once you noticed all of the Pogues standing around you, hiding further in JJ’s neck.

“You ready for this, Maybank?”

“Born ready.”

You raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at your boyfriend, questioning his antics which he just ignored and kissed your cheek again.

“I wanna see how long JJ can go without sex.”

“You mean like-”

“Any interaction, JJ.”

You giggled as he let out a groan into your neck.

“This is torture.”

“And,” Sarah smirked, “if you surpass a week, I’ll get you that bike.”

Smiling at the cute boy sitting beneath you, you slid off his lap and headed back towards the bow of the boat. JJ frowned as you stepped farther away from him, telling Pope to take the wheel, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to his bare tanned chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Mm,” you hummed into his warm chest, goosebumps shooting up his back, “don’t wanna tempt you.”

“You always do, baby.”

His arms wrapped around your neck as you found the small of his waist. Blocking out the sun with his biceps, you looked up at his soft features without having to squint, appreciating the little sun spots littered across his face.

“Gotta last a week, then you can have me and your new bike.”

“Jus’ want you, baby, only you.”

“Yeah, okay. Tell that to your bike magazines under the bed.”

“Shut up.”

You giggled at his reddened cheeks and went up onto your tiptoes, sweetly kissing his chin. You sent him one last smile that left him breathless and sat down next to Sarah, who was cheekily grinning at JJ’s fluster.

Seven days. Your boyfriend was sure he could last that long. Seven day, a week. That’s nothing, right?

He was three days in when everything fell apart. You were sitting on his lap while the Pogues were gathered on the porch of John B’s infamous chateau. JJ’s rough fingertips slipped under your shirt and started stroking up and down your sides. Feeling his needy movements, you were quick to catch his hands in your grip.

“Baby…”

“J, no.”

“I wanna feel you.”

“Four days left.”

You felt his soft waves of hair brush against your back as his head rested between your shoulder blades. He grumbles incoherently into the fabric of your top, hands slipping out of your own.

You thought he was going to behave until his warm palms pulled out of your shirt and resettled on your thighs. JJ’s thumb prodded at the fading marks on the inside of your left leg, the purple marks left by his lips days ago still sensitive as they healed. You halfheartedly grabbed his wrists a second time when you felt waves of pleasure shoot straight through your body.

“J.”

“Let me make you feel good.”

“Sure thing,” you felt him grin into your skin, “in four days.”

His smile slipped down into a pout, hands continuing their teasing movements against your skin. You bit at your lower lip as a soft whimper nearly escaped your throat.

“You’re such a tease, baby, have been all week.”

“It’s been three days, JJ.”

You felt his body shift against you as he planted wet kisses up your spine, nipping lightly at your flushed skin. You attempt to suppress the gasp on the tip of your tongue as he continued to travel around your exposed skin.

Your hands loosened from around his wrists, instead pulling at the loose curls at the base of his head. JJ let out a soft growl as you grounded your hips down onto his lap, his arms tightening around your waist to keep you still.

The blonde’s lips found your skin again, lapping at the tortured skin of your neck as you whimpered lightly. You had never been more grateful that the Pogues had dispersed, then at this moment with his flaming touch pulling moans from your body, his name sounding like a prayer from your lips.

“Fuck, JJ.”

He groaned into your skin as you pressed harder against him, both of you growing needier by the second. Everything about his movements made you eager and he knew just how lust driven he was making you feel.

“Y/N? Can you come help me with something?”

And just like that you pulled yourself out of his arms, his hands desperately gripping at your waist, trying to get some kind of relief

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

JJ groaned at your word choice making you giggle, you weren’t used to your boyfriend being so clingy.

“Come with me, J?”

“So funny, Y/N, really.”

“You did this to yourself.”

“M ‘sorry, I just want you.”

“Four days.”

Just like that you were strolling off the screen porch, fixing your shirt which had rolled up significantly by JJ’s hands. You left him a whimpering mess as he stared down at the tent in his swim shorts, twitching from the quick loss of friction. He felt like he could cry from being edged so well only to be stuck in a daze and really, really turned on.

It was two days later when he was pressed up against your backside, so hard it was starting to hurt.

“Babe?”

JJ groaned, hearing you feign an innocent tone when you both know you can feel his hard-on pressed against your butt. You smiled at the soft noises he makes as you pull away, grabbing his hand to pull him towards the hammocks closer to the shore. He follows you like an addict, absolutely fucked for you when you press a soft kiss to his cheek before pushing him to sit on the hammock.

“Baby, please.”

“It’s Thursday, two more days and I’m all yours.”

“Fuck, I need you so bad.”

“I know,” you smile at him, pressing your lips to his nose as you straddle him, “I know. Smoke with me? It’ll make you relax, yeah?”

JJ nodded as you placed the paper between his lips. You leaned over him, your bikini covered chest brushing against his reddened skin. Smiling as he grabbed one of your nipples through the fabric, you lit the spliff with the silver lighter engraved with ‘JJ’ and watched him inhale deeply. You admired how his cheekbones became more defined as he sucked in the smoke.

You watched as the harsh furrow in his brow settled as the drug rushed in and out of his body, pressing a kiss to the relaxed skin and noting the unfaltered bulge pressed against your ripped jean shorts. JJ ruts his hips up to meet your warmth, desperate to be touched and finally release the growing tension in his body.

Pulling away slightly, you take the lit joint between your finger and slip the object into your mouth. The blonde boy watched as your pretty lips wrapped around it like second nature and his mind wandered to you finally being wrapped around him. He moaned into your mouth when you kissed him softly, roughly sucking against your bottom lip as you blew the puff of smoke out of your lungs and into him.

“Fuck, that was really hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby, look so pretty.”

You flush under his heated gaze and rewarded his compliments with kisses across his skin. Your mind went blank as JJ slid his warm palms down the length of your body, squeezing your knees before brushing along the tops of your thighs and stopping at your belt loops.

“J.”

Your voice was breathy against his throat as he grinded against your core, turned on by your sultry tone. You forgot about your sister’s stupid bet as soon as JJ’s long fingers dipped into your shorts and started playing with your pantyline. His hands slip out making you whimper against him, his grip relocating to your hips.

“I know, baby,” his thigh came up between yours, flipping you over and making the hammock swing, “fuck, I didn’t think about that.”

You threw your head back giggling and JJ stopped to admire you for a moment before he was reminded of the pain shooting through him for being so turned on. His mouth finds your sweet spot below your jaw in no time, so familiar with the nooks and crannies of your skin. He sucked against the warm skin before continuing his assault down your body while his hands played with the strings of your bikini.

You desperately try to hold back your noises, knowing the Pogues would hear you, even if you knew JJ wouldn’t mind losing the bet if he was busy focusing on you. You feel his familiar smirk against your collarbone as your top slips from your chest, his hands sliding to the underside of your breasts as he encircles your nipple in his mouth. He leaves matching bruises to the ones on your neck and the faded ones lining your thighs, your body feels like it’s on fire like the blunt between your fingers.

“JJ.”

Your boyfriend hums against your bare waist, sending shocks of pleasure straight between your legs.

“Your new bike, JJ.”

You remind him why he should stop, begging in your mind that he’ll keep his lips close to you.

“Don’t need it.”

“J.”

“Baby, I don’t care.”

And like that, he slips your shorts and bikini bottoms off in one pull, his lips following behind and trailing kisses down your legs. You stamp out the spliff quickly, roughly gripping his blonde waves instead. JJ groans as you buck your body up to get closer to his hot breath that’s breathing over you. You nearly cry out as you feel him lick directly on your bundle of nerves, lips pressed against your mounds as he suckles on your clit.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

He smiles watching you clamp around nothing when he pulls back, he starts to tongue at your weeping entrance, smiling as a wave of your sweetness slips out onto his chin with your first orgasm leaving you gasping for air.

“So wet, pretty girl.”

“God, J.”

You grip at his curls as he pushes you again until you can barely take anymore against your sensitive bud. JJ growls against your pink skin when you tug at his hair, pulling you up to meet his lips in a scorching kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue and feel the wetness on his chin, his thumbs circling movement nearly making you cum.

“J.”

“What baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Need you.”

He pushes two fingers into you hard and you bite his lips to hold back your scream of pleasure.

“Need me how, baby? Gotta tell me.”

“I need your cock, J, need you to fuck me.”

“Good girl.”

JJ’s swim trunks drop to the ground as soon as he kicks them off, the hammock swaying as you grip his shoulders, praying you wouldn’t fall off. Once the hammock settles, you let your legs fall open, feeling the blue-eyed boy’s hands against the underside of your thighs. You wrap your legs around him and feel him shuffle above you. You gasp when he presses against you, he’s so incredibly hard and you can feel his precum dribble from his swollen tip.

“JJ, please.”

“Patient, sweet girl.”

You both let out loud moans as he pushes himself into you, seeing stars when he fills you to the brim. You grip his soft locks, bated breathing escaping your lungs when he slowly pulls out only to ram back into you. JJ buried his face into the sweat covered skin of your neck when he felt his high coming on. It didn’t shock you as his hips jerked desperately against your body, especially after he’s been on edge for days.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“M ‘so close, J.”

“Okay, okay.”

He rams harder into your dripping center, your heart pounding in your chest as your overstimulated core was pushed closer to cumming a second time. You wrapped your legs around his waist, whimpering as he reached deeper into you until you cried out with your orgasm, JJ following behind you.

“J.”

“I got you, you’re okay.”

“Fuck.”

He kisses your skin as you come down for your staggering high, eyebrows pulled together and your eyes remaining tightly shut. JJ’s body goes limp against yours, tired out from such a strong orgasm. His hand leaves your body to reach under the hammock to grab the blanket stored there. The two of you lay, naked, in each other's arms as the sea breeze rustles over you and your slight haze fades away. Your boyfriend mumbles loving words as you slip into a quiet sleep.

“So, no bike for you?”

Is the first thing you hear as the sun shines onto your closed eyelids, JJ’s warm, bare body still pressed sweetly to yours. You glance over to see the Pogues smirking at you and the blonde wrapped around you.

“Fuck off, Cameron.”

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 3 years

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HASO, “Boarding Party.”

Thought this was fun to write. Hope you all enjoy this morning.

Geaa watched Captain Kell carefully as he guided his ship through the asteroid field She didn’t really consider that it required much guiding since each of the asteroids were spaced about 100 miles apart, but their maneuvering had less to do with multiple objects and more to do with the large ball of rock and ice that he was using for cover.

Captain Kell was a surprisingly talented pilot, and was easily able to maneuver the ship around the rocky crags that made up the mile wide asteroid. He was trying to cloak their radar signature from the Omen, which he said would be constantly scanning for unknown lifeforms.

She kept her hand clasped against the back of his chair, though he mostly ignored her.

He had to time it just right.

She saw the front end of the Omen appear behind the asteroid, a massive ship glowing blue in select areas, with little pinpricks of white light filtering out of its observation decks. Captain Kell gunned the engine and slid seamlessly under the belly of the Omen, where their radar signature would be indistinguishable from the ship above.

“Engage grapple.” He ordered, and his voice was calm and firm as his men moved to do as ordered.

He moved slowly towards the lower airlock and largest docking bay. Most of their supplies would be kept there. It would be the most full and the most out of use. Hopefully no one would notice them enter.

Captain Kell tightened his grip on the controls.

“Engage hologram.”

Someone did as ordered and soon there was a hologram of their ship next to the omen.

Captain Kell watched it very closely, adjusting their ship’s location by mere inches towards the airlock. His hands moved as delicately as that of a surgeon as he attempted to maneuver them into position. One wrong move and they would be sent crashing into the omen or flying away into space only to be spotted.

Captain Kell remained steady, holding them in place.

As soon as they were close enough one of his deck officers barked the command. There was a sudden sharp thud as the exterior attachment engaged the airlock door. They wouldn’t be opening the entire airlock, but using the small exterior door that might be used for spacewalks. The attachment they had would force its way onto the deck computer and open the door into their airlock.

If they did it right the airlock alarms wouldn’t go off.

Beatrice was standing next to the officer in charge of that, and she watched them hungrily as their fingers flew across the keys of their station. She had a knife in one hand gently twirling it from side to side, though the deck officer, thankfully, ignored her as she worked.

There was a sharp hiss and a green light blinked on her console.

Attachment made sir.

Captain Kell let go of the controls with a sigh of relief, and drew to his feet. He turned and headed towards the door in a hurry and Beatrice and Geea followed after accompanying him to the docking bay where their boarding team was waiting.

Geea had insisted that the vast majority of the boarding team be her people, though Captain Kell had insisted that a few of his chosen command come as well. She could see the ones named Angelo Mace and Noble waiting for them at the head of the group.

Captain kell made a few silent hand motions before taking position at the front of the group. He pulled up his hood and drew it over his face leaving nothing but the glow of his eye and accepted a gun from one of his companions. Geea simply readied her spear while Beatrice retrieved her knives.

Beatrice loved her knives.

Captain Kell motioned two of his men forward, and they did as ordered, slowly racing through to open the airlock hatch.

There was a hiss, and then the room was suddenly filled with fresh oxygen. She had to admit that it smelled much better than her ship, or even Captain kell’ship. They must have had some pretty nice life support set up to handle that.

Captain Kell was the first to go in, creeping in through the deck and out into the open cargo bay. When he saw no one coming he ordered the others through until they were all huddled together behind a large stack of crates. The door sealed behind them so a snot to cause any suspicion.

“We take a small team upstairs.” he said quietly, repeating his plan from before.

If they were going to do this, he wanted to do it quietly if they could, and so decided to leave most of her men down here to guard the door. The small group he took with him consisted of Angelo, Geea and Beatrice who had insisted upon coming along no matter what. He didn’t seem pleased about the idea, but he let them, and after slowly checking over their gear they headed into the hull.

Inside Geea felt her heart racing. This had been far easier than she anticipated. If pirates knew how easy it was to break onto the omen, than someone else would already have done it. Of course some of the credit had to go to captain Kell for his superior flying ability, but she bet that you could find software that could fly a ship just as good as he could, and then she wouldn’t even have to worry about it.

They moved out into the hallway, which was mostly deserted aside from the distant thrumming of the engine.

He held up a hand and tilted his head to listen. She waited for him and Beatrice to give the all clear. Humans had better hearing than Drev on average, so she was fine with letting them take the lead. She was just happy to be here finally doing the mission that she had been promised so many days ago.

Enough stalling, she wanted action.

He moved them down the hall following the schematics that had been laid out for them earlier.

He must have memorized the entire thing, because he made his way don the hall without so much as stopping to console a map. On his shoulder, the fuzzy little alien still rested keeping an eye out behind Captain kell in case something went wrong.

She had no doubt that it was watching her as well, but she had no interest in hurting the man, he was her ticket to the good life.

He stopped before a small side door and opened it quietly with a hiss. The door itself opened into a tight maintenance tunnel, which was a small fit even for the humans, but for Geea it was downright unpleasant, and she had to walk tightly hunched over as they made their way through the halls.

Their footsteps were mostly quiet, and as they walked she could hear the sounds of humans talking quietly on the other side of walls. She guessed that they were mostly sleeping quarters, or even the night shift keeping up late.

She couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but it didn’t sound like they were too alarmed.

She was sure no one had noticed them yet.

They made their way up what must have been nine or ten floors. The palace was huge, bigger than she had expected.

She heard plenty of life before the ship, but she didn’t see anyone.

Geea keyed her mic and quietly asked for a status check. To her annoyance Mace answered, but she said it was all clear in the docking bay.

So they kept going.

Geea was growing antsy spear held tight at her side as they moved through the tunnels.

Captain kell held out a hand to stop them as they came to a final door. He pressed his ear up to it and waited for a long moment before crouching and turning to look at them, “This door is going to lead us onto the administrative deck. The Admiral’s quarters are at the end of the hall and up a flight of stairs. He doesn’t usually sleep with the door locked, but if it is, I am going to have to hack it.

Geea nodded, and Beatrice snarled bright white teeth glittering in the red light from above. He reached out and the door hissed open. There was no one in the hallway, and the sound of the engine grew distant as they stepped out of the maintenance corridors. Captain Kell kept towards the front of the group walking as if he belonged there.

Acting suspicious would just arouse worries in anyone who might see them in passing.

They made it to the end of the hall without incident, and followed him up the small flight of stairs. They were so close now, either way she knew that their mission was secured. There was no way Admiral Vir was going to be able to avoid all of them.

She clenched her spear in one hand, especially not if she had anything to say about it.

The door was so close.

The man raised a hand to stop them and quickly reached up towards one of the overhead lights. He popped the casing and then with a strategic movement of his hand cut off the power. The interior of the hall went dark and Geea had to squint in the dim light to see as he moved forward towards the door.

Captain Kell reached up to the touch pad next to the door, and it opened with a silent hiss.

There was no change in lighting, likely why the man had disabled the light to begin with. The inside of the room was lit by nothing more than a dull neon glow and whatever ambient light filtered in through the window. She saw an assortment of strange objects inside the room placed at odd intervals, a few things hanging on the walls.

She saw a Drev ceremonial spear in one corner, and then an entire set of human sized Drev armor on a mount beside that.

She knew the Admiral was the de facto sentinel of a Drev clan, but she had always assumed the position was more ceremonial than anything. It seemed as if she was incorrect.

They snuck a little further into the room, and in her excitement Geea was able to draw forward as she approached the bed and the sleeping person that lay within.

He was curled up in a tight ball, his head resting on the pillow.

Beatrice moved forward raising her knives.

Sure Captain Kell wanted them to do this quietly, but the two of them had never really intended on following that.

Beatrice’s knife descended, and then clattered off something with a sharp ping.

She yelped quietly drawing back as, all of a sudden there was a glowing white/silver spear blocking the downstroke over her knife.

The two of them looked up just then, and as if she had materialized out of nowhere, a Saint stood before them, her armor glowing almost white in the dark. Her blue carapace like blue lightning. She was the most beautiful creature Geea had ever seen despite her size, and she was pissed.

Beatrice drew back in shock and then went to lunge forward hoping to finish the job quickly before something worse happened. But as she did there was a sudden hiss, and a shape dropped out of nowhere, long and thin and thrashing falling from the sky and latching right onto Beatrice’s face. Beatrice flailed and fell back onto the floor her face covered by the strange alien’s open mouth as its snake-like body thrashed from side to side.

Below them, the admiral had awoken and rolled to the side over the edge of the bed and out of sight.

The Saint lunged forward speeds faster than Geea could comprehend, and it was only by luck that she was able to dodge the strike, turn and make a break for it as Beatrice lay on the floor still thrashing and clutching at the thing latched onto her face. Behind her the Saint followed, and Geea sprinted even faster hoping that her longer legs would give her the advantage.

She raced even faster, until a figure at the end of the hallway appeared.

She grew relieved as she saw Angelo waiting for her.

He could help!

But as she approached the hungry glittering in his eyes caused her to slow in doubt, and he grinned maliciously a strange looking spear in one hand.

Not wanting to discover what that was all about, she took a quick turn down the stairs and onto the next deck where she ran down the hall and into a large room.

A shadow fell across the door behind her. The saint stood in the doorway glittering like a jewel in the half darkness, her beautiful golden eyes narrowed in hate.

Geea looked up an stepped back in shock as, across the room, another figure appeared. This one glowed white and floated off the floor like some sort of ethereal spirit. It had pale white skin and black eyes and when it moved its hands words were spoken to the room, “Somebody's in trouble.” It chanted at her. She turned in one last direction, hoping beyond hope that she would be able to escape, but there in the doorway she found Captain kell standing motionless and un-harried.

The small Celzex still sat on his shoulder.

“Kell, Help me.” She hissed

But the man simply smiled and shook his head. No one moved to stop him.

He pulled back his hood, and then slowly, very slowly he reached up to his face, hooking his fingers under the mechanical component on the right side of his face and pulled. There was a sickening sort of tearing noise and Geea tried to look away in disgust, but watched as the mechanical component pulled away from the skin, and he dropped it to the floor leading his face bare.

With his other hand he reached up to his other eye.

She pulled back in disgust as he pulled something from the surface of his Iris and held it out for her to see.

“Contact lenses, they can change your eye color pretty easily.” her mouth was open in shock, as the man reached up his other hand, to unclip the metallic gauntlet he wore and allow it to drop to the ground a well, “I had been working for months to develop the character of Captain kell. Using secret communications between the UNSC and certain GA and UNSC transport ships, I was able to give the impression of a pirate who could infiltrate any ship, and vanish without a trace.” He dropped his jacket onto the floor, “I showed up in a few locations, sold a few things on the black market, and had a few of my underground friends spread some rumors about the new player on the field.

He crouched down and unlaced one of his boots, kickin it off so she could see the shiny blue prosthetic on which he now stood.

“From there it was easy to feed my name to the right people until they got me in contact with you.” Admiral Vir ran a hand through his hair with one hand, “Imagine my surprise when you came and hired me to do a hit on myself.” He smiled, “Ironic, no.”

Behind him the figure from the bedroom stopped behind him, pulling off the eyepatch and handing it to the Admiral.

She could see now that there was a resemblance between the two men, though side by side it was an imperfect comparison.

Admiral Vir slipped on his eye patch, “My brother Thomas did a wonderful job at impersonating me while I was away. We have our mother’s looks.”

He stepped just a little closer and smiled a familiar and affable smile, “This feels nice. I always thought it was a little stupid bot villians in movies to monologue when they have the hero trapped, but it definitely does give one a heightened sense of superiority. The knowledge that I am smarter than you and I outmaneuvered you at your own game, and since I have all your men lock downstairs in the brig, I think I am safe enough for the moment. Anyway it was easy enough to convince you that I needed more supplies, and demand to see your employer. In that way you led me right to them.”

He held up a hand, “And I don’t mean your fake employer I mean the real one you were talking to while I watched through the door.”

He was close now, so very close. Geea knew she wasn’t going to escape, but… but mauve.

She lunged forward, her spear aimed for his throat.

But there was a sharp clash of steel on steel and she was thrown back.

“Oh also, I have a Saint.”

The blue drev stepped in between them just then stalking forward. Geea tried to protect herself but was only barely able to keep the blows from hitting her as she desperately flailed against the attacks.

The Saint didn’t even look winded.

She was pushed backward, into the circle at the center of the room desperately throwing herself to the floor to dodge an overhand swipe.

She moved to the other side as the second swing came in.

The Saint was just playing with her now.

She lunged forward again, but to her shock the Saint caught it in her upper right hand, wrenched the spear from her grip, closing a fist and punching Geea square in the jaw. She hit the ground hard dazed. She had never seen a Drev use tactics like that before.

“Tie her up will you Sunny.”

“With pleasure.” She growled

Just then another figure entered the room, tall with dark hair pulled back in a tight bun, “Sir.”

“Yes Simon.”

“We have the ship locked down and all the crew escorted to safety, sir.

“Godo work.”

There was a struggle in the doorway behind them, and Angelo stepped onto the deck hauling beatrice behind him. She tried kicking him and headbutting him, but he didn’t seem phased.

“Ramirez..” The admiral said nodding. He threw Beatrice to the ground and Admiral vir walked over making a face as he looked at her head.

Her entire head from temple to jaw was a massive red welt, kind of like a hickey but ten times worse.

There was a soft Screeee sound and he looked up to smile, “There you are Jeffery.”

The strange alien creature slithered across the floor and climbed up his arm, “Did you do that?” he asked pointing at Beatrice’s face”

The Snake thing-made a happy sort of noise, and he patted it’s head, “Good boy.”

Admiral Vir smiled at Geea as two massive Drev stepped in to tie her arms and legs, “Imagine, if you had just killed me the moment you had seen me this would all be over.”

Geea was so livid at this point she could hardly speak watching as she was dragged out of the door watching the Saint and the Admiral recede into the distance, catching his voice just as she was almost out of view.

“Now to deal with the real problem.”

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So as it Turns Out, I Have a Life Outside of Tumblr and Yu-Gi-Oh! . . .

My community college hosts a student writing contest every year. I entered in two categories, short story and poem.

My poem didn’t win anything. That wasn’t surprising. It wasn’t my best work, but I was content with letting other people see it.

BUT I WON THIRD PLACE IN THE SHORT STORY CONTEST.

Let me put this into perspective. They got close to 100 entries. I am home-schooled, so this is my first time in an organized learning environment. I am also under the age of eighteen.

And I was in third place.

Below is the story I entered, I hope you enjoy!

The Forest’s Protector

Times were harsh. Everyone knew that. You could ask Mercas, the butcher, whose animals were smaller and smaller every month. Sheridan, the wine-maker, he’d say that his vines were weak and slow growing this year. Flinn the baker couldn’t give out as many thirteenth rolls to make baker’s dozens as he used to. Now, it was just a normal twelve.

Reyn knew that. She’d known that life was rougher than usual for a while, ever since her father’s wheat crop rotted from too much rain. Their sheep this year were either lame or barren too. Things weren’t easy for the country, and hadn’t been good all season.

As always when things were like this, talk went around of cutting down Cornswood, settling it, using it for farming. But if talk turned to settling the forest, then talk would turn to the forest’s protector, the creature that gave the woods its name.

“I’m telling thee, a unicorn lives in yonder woods,” Sheridan argued. “Our fortunes’ll change, men, but a beast such as that should better be left ‘lone.” Reyn liked the thought of that.

“Tain’t no one’s seen a unicorn since before our fathers’ fathers.” Bain, the butcher’s son, made his retort. “What’s to say the unicorn still dwells in thar woods, or even exists at all?” Reyn agreed with his words a little too.

“Should we really make more work for ourselves?” Reyn’s father, the farmer, wiped the foam from his mouth and broke into the conversation. “We’ve enough work for the season as it is. Why add more work to ourselves by clearin’ trees, unicorn or no? After the harvest, maybe. Not now. I’ve enought work of my own, without borrowing trouble from unicorns.”

Everyone nodded, and spit, and drank from their cups, and decided in a round-about manner that Reyn’s father was prob’ly right. When that had been determined, talk went to the horse races that had finished a few days earlier. Sitting at the bar, nibbling on some cheese, Reyn said slowly, “I’d like to see mysel’ a unicorn one of them days.”

Only Nard, the withered old barkeep, heard her quiet little wish. He laughed, dry and harsh. “Pish. Folks as us don’ see none of them yoonikerns. Folks as us would sell one of them fer a handful of copper pennies, yes ‘ee would. Yoonikerns only come to the rich an’ the happy, the perty-perty princesses that live in high palaces.” He spat wetly, his voice as dry as a dead leaf.

Reyn stared at him, chewed, swallowed, and then said methodically, “Still. It’d be real perty. I’d like as to see one.”

“Maidens far fairer than ‘ee already went out this year to ol’ Cornswood from all the villages ‘round.” Nard said, refilling tankards as the need arose. “They saw naught but bears an lil’ squirrelies. I could’a told them that, and saved ‘em their lil’ sore feet.” He laughed again, cold and hoarse. “Don’ you gi’ another thought to such a thin’. Your father needs you to work. He’s no time for gals that go a’chasin’ after yoonikerns.”

Reyn knew he was right. It was almost harvesting time, and she didn’t have the hours to waste to look for white horses. Still, the nagging desire to see one did not leave her heart. She knew a bit about the interesting creatures – horses with horns that came to girls all alone in the woods – but she figured Ol’ Priest would know the best way to go about finding one. He knew all sorts of out-of-the-way things no one else seemed to bother knowing.

She supposed his real name wasn’t Ol’ Priest, because he had said his name when he had first come, and it was Father David. But everyone called him Ol’ Priest, so Reyn had just figured the name he had first said wasn’t his real, what-everyone-actually-called-him name.

So the next day, after her lunch and the morning chores, Reyn went to the ol’ church where the Ol’ Priest lived. As usual, it was dusty, maybe a little dirty, but pretty in its own quiet little way. The interior was peaceful, in a solemn sort of way. “Hey Ol’ Priest, tell me about unicorns,” she said, moving to stand beside him as he dusted off candlesticks.

“First, child, cover your head. You’re in Our Lord’s Presence.” He gestured to the Tabernacle set into the wall, giving her a big clean handkerchief. She covered her hair with it, and repeated her question.

He thought for a moment. “I don’t know much of unicorns, to be honest. I can tell you that they look a lot like horses, only with long white horns, and eyes like lightning, and feet as delicate, strong, and swift as the wind. They only come to the call of the purest maidens, and will rescue the lives of the gentle. If one makes a bridle out of silver, and puts it on them, they’ll obey your commands, according to legends.” He smiled gently. “Do you want to look for the one that lives in Cornswood, Reyn?”

She looked up at him with plain, dirt-brown eyes. “I dun know fer sure. I wou’ like to see one though. And I will, you know, even if ol’ Nard says I won’t.”

“Yes, I have no doubt of that. I don’t think there are many maidens with hearts purer than yours in these parts.” Ol’ Priest agreed.

“What’s pure mean?” Reyn asked, helping him straighten out a new altar-cloth.

“It means that you aren’t tempted by earthly sins.” He explained. “Sins like greed, or desire, or even hate.”

“Mm-hm.” Reyn nodded. “Could I really sell one of them for a han’ful of copper?”

“I should think much more than that.” He replied gravely. “But if that’s your motive for seeking one out, you’ll never be able to find it.”

“Mm.” Reyn agreed. “I was just thinkin’. Nard said we’re the sort of folk who’d sell unicorns. But I don’t think I will. Thank ya, Ol’ Priest.” She gave him back the hanky, and scrambled outside before he could say anything else. She really needed to get back home.

She worked hard all day, and didn’t tell anyone about her talk with the Ol’ Priest. When it was bedtime, she went to her bunk bed as usual, but she didn’t go to sleep at all. Even when her many older and younger siblings and her parents were all quiet and asleep, even then she stayed awake.

When the moonlight outside was bright enough to filter through the paper window, Reyn finally got up and snuck out the wooden door. She made sure it was unlocked, so she could get back inside when she was done.

Summer was just ending, so the night was warm. The moon over her head was almost a perfect circle. She didn’t have a bridle made of silver to give to the unicorn, but she did take a handful of oats from the stable and put it in her pocket. She wasn’t sure, but she hoped unicorns would like that sort of thing.

The woods’ darkness was deep, and the path was uncertain in the treacherous moonlight. Bright eyes and little noises stirred ominously around Reyn. She shivered with fear, hurrying through the bushes. She only knew the path vaguely from expeditions to gather wild herbs, so she decided not to go much farther.

Reyn came to a clearing, one that she knew. There was a tiny pond and a white rock to sit on while she waited. So she sat on the rock and waited quietly. She wasn’t sure why, but it seemed right.

The clouds slipped by, the seconds slid away. It was dark, and quiet, with only a touch of a breeze. Reyn muffled a yawn, trying to stay perfectly quiet and still. She was very good at that, especially when she imagined that she was a little field mouse. She was furry and almost too small to see, with big ears and a tail kept tightly tucked in . . .

When she opened her eyes, she wasn’t sure if she was exactly asleep or awake. The rock she was sitting on seemed to glow in the moonlight. The pond mumbled little things to itself. The stars gazed off into the future, turning carefully to match what they saw. Reyn felt cold and numb. She wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting there, being a quiet little mouse. She felt like she had always been there and had just arrived all at once.

That was when the unicorn came. Between moonlight and darkness, waking and sleeping, dreaming and being alive. It was white, whiter than Reyn’s moss-speckled rock, and even whiter than the Ol’ Priest’s white collar. Ol’ Priest had said that its eyes were like lightning, but they were more like a deep, endless pool to Reyn. It had very delicate feet, more like black flowers made of stone than the wind. As far as Reyn could tell, the Ol’ Priest didn’t know a lot about unicorns.

It had one, long horn of course. It was smooth and clear, like glass, only with little rainbows shimmering in it. Reyn knew what glass was because the church had one little stained-glass window, and she saw it every Sunday. But the unicorn’s horn had even more colours than the window.

The creature was unearthly, but Reyn didn’t know words like that. Without even knowing how foolish she was being, she wordlessly offered the pure creature a handful of oats. As graceful as an angel, the white being picked its way to her on feet lighter than a thought. Tickling Reyn’s hand with its wet nose, it nibbled on the oats thoughtfully, touched its horn to Reyn’s forehead, then gently flitted away.

Its white form vanished into the night, and never returned. Reyn just stared after it, barely believing herself that it had really come. But the oats were gone, and the world was dull again, rather than white and shimmering. She scratched her head, astounded.

“Wasn’t that somethin’?” She muttered. “Now wasn’t that a unicorn? That really, truly, was something.”

She slipped back through the woods, picking her way out by moonlight. Her quiet little cottage loomed out of the night, and she slid inside quietly, latching the door. Reyn paused for a moment now, listening, barely drawing in a breath.

It was silent. She assumed that meant everyone was still asleep. She curled back up in her bed beside her sisters, her heart still pounding with excitement. She would never tell a single soul about the silent mystery she had seen that night, gleaming like lightning. The protector of Cornswood was her secret, and so it remained for the rest of her life.

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Legal Name: Rosary Marie Fitzgerald

Nicknames: Rosalia, Rosie, Rosaria, Rose, Rosemary and Ro

Occupation: Anti-Hero

Species: Mutant

Date of Birth: April 7, 1999

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Orientation: Bisexual

Place of Birth: Camden , New Jersey

Current Residence: Staten Island, New York

Known Languages: English, Sicilian, Spanish

Drink | Smoke | Drugs: Yes | Yes | Yes

🌹Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ🌹

Hair Color: Dark brown curly with silver streaks

Eye Color: Brown, can change to bright baby icy cold blue

Height: 5’1”

Weight: 140 pounds

Build: Average yet curvy

Skin Color: Olive

Ethnicity | Nationality: Sicilian and Nicaraguan | Hispanic

Tattoos: silhouette of a cross and phases of the moon on her back

Piercings: ears and belly button

🌹Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs & Pᴏᴡᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ🌹

↳ Mutant. Werewolf (also known as lycanthrope): A person with the ability to transform into a wolf or an anthropomorphic wolf-like creature, either purposely or after being placed under a curse and/or lycanthropic affliction via a bite or scratch from a werewolf, or some other means. This transformation is often associated with the appearance of the full moon or at freewill.

🌹 Superhuman Senses: Superhumanly the acute senses of sight, smell, and hearing similar to those of an actual wolf. They can see part of the infrared spectrum and thus detect the heat signatures of objects or people in total darkness. They can smell other living creatures within 100 feet. They can hear every single sound, can decipher layer upon layer of differing sounds/conversations, locate the source of noise or pick up a sound from a mile away in a busy city.

🌹Superhuman Agility: Can go from one motion to another effortlessly, effectively dodge attacks, swing from things easily, sprint, do back-flips and numerous other gymnastic, athletic and martial implements with little effort. Agility is “the ability to rapidly respond or change by adapting its initial stable configuration”, the ability to change the body’s position efficiently, and requires the integration of isolated movement skills using a combination of balance, bodily coordination, speed, reflexes, strength and endurance.

🌹Superhuman Speed: Run and move faster than any human. Running at an extremely high speed, which causes them to become almost invisible to the naked eye to perceive their movements when they are sprinting or moving at full speed. However, this power is not without any ill effects, as it can strain the body.

🌹Healing Factor: Capable of regenerating damaged or destroyed areas of their body with much greater speed and efficiency than an ordinary human. Injuries that result in massive tissue damage such as bullet wounds, slashes, punctures, blunt force trauma, and severe burns heal completely, without so much as a scar, in a short amount of time. Their ability to heal is at least 10 times that of a human.

🌹Superhuman Strength: Dense, lengthy, or overweight items are easy to move and simple to use in nearly any manner. Users can crush, lift, throw, or catch items of great weight. Their strength also extends into the muscles of their legs, allowing them to leap, from a crouch, roughly 18 feet into the air. Their more wolf-like form, during a full moon, is more powerful and they are capable of lifting at 1 ton.

🌹Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ🌹

On April 7, 1999 twins were born. A two healthy babies , but there was something odd about them both. One was covered in fur, had pointed ears, and a tail while the other had gills and fins. There father, Dante Coleman, a genetic engineer created them by splicing animal DNA to create a hybrid of a human and a animal, he hoped that this could revolutionize science. The company he worked for found this out and they immediately wanted him to terminate the hybrids before they reached full term, he convinced them other wise.

Years have pasted and the twins are now six years old, the two have been experimented on in various ways. Dante tested there strengths and weaknesses, discovering new things about the two everyday. He noticed that one was violent towards the staff while the other was much more calm and polite. Fearing that this would cause trouble for him he created a serum by boiling down a two flowers, monkshood and wolfsbane. Monkshood was for everyday purposes while wolfsbane was in case of an emergency.

August 16, 2005 Dante discovered that one of the twins had killed a co-worker of his, leaving the room he tried looking for a place to dispose of the body. Once he came back he discovered the girl eating the body, only to throw it up after while she sobs and screams “kill me”. A few weeks after the incident the police were notified and began to set up an investigate on the facility, not wanting to get caught in there illegal actions they began to burn down the place in an attempt to get rid of evidence . Terrified that his children would die he snuck them out of the building.

Everything was going according to plan until he got caught by Joan Chorot, the owner of the establishment. He wasn’t pleased with this at all, saying that this was all Dante’s fault. Taking out a gun, Joan tried to shoot the children but instead he shoot there father who had jumped in front of them to save there lives. The twins ran away, making sure to get as far away as they could from the man who had killed there father. They ended up living on the streets until they found there birth mother. She wasn’t the nicest woman.

She often hit the twins and called them foul names, she hated them because of what they are. Their step father wasn’t so kind either, he was much more violent. There were times where he could have actually killed them if it weren’t for there healing factors. Growing up in a abusive household wasn’t easy, it was hard for the twins. They got picked on by there older brothers, especially girl since she looked more like mutant than her brother did.

At the age of 11 she was tired of being mistreated, she decided to run away from home. She tried to convince her twin brother to come but he denied her invitation. She left in the middle of the night, soon making it towards the streets she leaned against a building as she fell asleep. She soon woke up in a bed, confused she deciding to investigate. She ended up realising that she was at someone else’s home. She was scared, worried that who ever owned the house was going to take her back home or worse, the police.

She found the owners, she was confused. They were smiling at her and talking to her sweetly. She wasn’t use to this at all. They were the Fitzgerald’s, a middle age couple who had no children, at least not any more. They called the girl Rosary, due to the necklace around her neck. She didn’t understand why they called her something so nice. She finally had a name, even though she didn’t know what a name was. They explained to the girl that they took her into there home because they felt sorry for her and that she reminded them of there daughter’s Ginger and Bridgette.

They enrolled the mutant in school, it was hard for her. She was already put into the five grade, she didn’t even know how to read or write or even count for that matter. She never paid attention in class, she was always caught sleeping during her learning time. She got bad grades and ended up in summer school every year. Teachers always suggested to get the girl held back but her now adoptive parents, the Fitzgerald’s always said no. They thought Rosary was smart in her own special way.

By the time she was eighteen the wolf had changed alot, she no longer looked like a male and her mutation was somewhat under control. She went to her birth mother’s home, to see if they change there ways only to discover that they didn’t. She soon found out that she now had a sister, a six year old named Drusila who has leukemia . Not liking how the girl was being raised in the home she took her out of it, sneaking the girl out of the house in the middle of the night.

They both now live an apartment in Staten, island. On the run from her mother and step father, she didn’t want Drusila going back there. Rosary no longer living with the Fitzgerald’s due to the fact that they already done so much for her and that she fears the organization she was created in was going to kill them because they hid her. She now works as a stripper to be able to pay for her sister’s medical bills. She became an anti-hero, even though she hated humans she decided go save them all because of her sister who happens to be human as well

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