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We are incredibly lucky to belong to a fandom that is constantly producing a high volume of fanworks– but sometimes, it can be a bit overwhelming. To that end, DeanCasFix proudly presents Challenge Highlights, a selection of our favourite stories and artwork from recent Dean/Cas fests and challenges.

Here are some of our top picks from the 2018 round of the Dean/Cas Big Bang.

Autonomy by A_Diamond, art by telltaleofthestars

Wordcount: 26,556

Rating: E

Summary: Dean had his share of difficult sentinel partners at his underfunded, overworked police department in Kansas. When he gets a position on a national investigation team in D.C., he’s not expecting the biggest challenge of his career to be his new partner. A sentinel who thinks his cybernetic augmentations render guides like Dean unnecessary, Cas proves every bit as difficult to pin down as their first case together: a hunt through suburbs, slums, and the vast virtual landscape in search of a missing prodigy whose technology could bring down governments—or make them invincible.

(don’t) fear the reaper by justkeeponwriting, art by starmouse123

Wordcount: 51,389

Rating: E

Summary: Castiel is a grim reaper – and a very experienced one at that. He has negotiated thousands of deals to keep the balance of souls, acquiring years of life energy from mortals who have too many years in their life span, and has passed it onto those who have less. But even Castiel isn’t prepared when he accidentally convinces a mortal called Dean Winchester to give him his soul, and with it, a complete control of his life.

The Firmament Field by whichstiel, art by subtextiel

Wordcount: 53,238

Rating: M

Summary: Heaven is falling, the power grid failing. Dean and Castiel set off on a daring mission to stabilize Heaven, but the operation goes south. Captured by angels, their memories are wiped and they’re sent back to Earth.

Although their allies include denizens of Heaven, mortals on Earth, and even dragons, Dean and Castiel are presumed lost. Before Heaven can be saved, they must find their way back to each other.

Green Corners by rustling_pages, art by harplesscastiel

Wordcount: 72,533

Rating: T

Summary: After the death of his son, there is nothing left for Dean other than his garden market. His days are tough, the nights are tougher, but at least there's a reason to get up in the morning. And with the new boom on do-it-yourself garden magic, his business is going okay.

Amidst the passing of time, there is only one thing that distracts him from functioning like a normal human being: Diagonally across the street, in the display window of that traditional Herb and Potion shop, plants are dying in masses.

Storming in to confront the owner goes differently than he imagined, though. Castiel Novak may be the kind of guy who wears old-fashioned mage robes and keeps his shop in sweltering heat, but he's also a talented herbalist, the kindest soul Dean has ever met, and utterly beautiful.

Not that Dean is ready for anything other than friendship.(Not that Cas doesn’t get sick a bit too often.)

Half City Lights by starespressos, art by possiblyeggs

Wordcount: 103,400

Rating: E

Summary: Ever since Dean’s near-death experience as a child, he’s been interested in finding gods, and his research has narrowed down to Greek mythology. Sam knows well enough that taking advantage of this is the only way to ever get Dean into an airplane, and decides to throw his destination wedding in Mykonos. In addition to finally getting to explore the locations he has only read about so far, Dean makes a bunch of new friends, one of which is Castiel, a local business owner. Together, they embark on a sea voyage around the Greek islands. There’s surprises on the horizon, though…

If I Loved You Less by surlybobbies, art by Busy Squirrel

Wordcount: 26,948

Rating: E

Summary: (Inspired by Jane Austen’s Emma)

Dean Winchester has everything. He’s got a great house, a steady job, a beautiful car, a loyal best friend, and (most importantly) an abundance of great advice. He wants nothing more than for everybody else in his life to know what it feels like to be as happy as he is. After successfully seeing his brother Sam married off to Eileen Leahy, Dean turns his attention to his newest friend: Charlie Bradbury. Despite his best friend Cas’s apprehensions, Dean does his best to improve her life. Thing is, none of his attempts at matchmaking seem to work. In fact, Dean’s carefully laid plans for Charlie (and for himself) quickly start to fall apart. Why is Charlie so oblivious? And why is Dean so upset when Cas’s ex returns to town?

Dean’s got a lot to learn about his family and friends, but mostly, he’s got a lot to learn about himself.

Love’s Labour’s Won by andimeantittosting, art by GoodQuestionHarlie

Wordcount: 26,687

Rating: T

Summary: It’s been five years since the workplace accident that killed Dean Winchester’s father, and conditions at Roman Mills have not gotten any safer. When Dean confides in his friend Charlie, she introduces him to Cas Novak, a union organizer passionate about workers’ rights.

As they work together on the union drive, Dean and Cas bond over good food, trashy TV, Castiel’s introduction to LARPing, and their shared commitment to improving the lives of the workers at the sawmill. Cas, however, is all too conscious of the power imbalance between them.

And then there's Roman Enterprises, determined to stop them from forming a union, even if it means breaking the law, with devastating consequences for Dean and Cas’s nascent romance.

The Magic of Things Big and Small by deliciousirony, art by almaasi

Wordcount: 21,975

Rating: M

Summary: According to the tourist guide for St. Mary’s Harbour, the quaint little town nestled between the mountains boasts a magical lake with an island where the local goddess resides. Dean is the High Priest of the island's temple (or priest, as Dean likes to point out, since you can't really be a High Priest if you're the only priest) and is rather unhappy with the recent influx of tourists.

When Sam introduces Dean to Castiel Novak, the town’s new director of the tourist board, Dean is immediately smitten, despite his initial reservations. But when Castiel congratulates Dean on the fantastic CGI effects in the town’s infomercial and highlights reel, Dean doesn’t quite know what to tell him.

Night at the Impala Theater by Speary, art by almaasi

Wordcount: 52,272

Rating: E

Summary: Dean lovingly cares for the old theater that his father left him. The Impala Theater is a haven for movie lovers from everywhere. Dean shows the classics and the new films, and occasionally some obscure stories find their way onto his screens. When a crate is delivered containing seven films that seem to have no history. Dean watches them and is immediately sucked in. The story of the PI Castiel and the crime-filled city that never sleeps, is right up his film-noir-loving alley. There’s something about the film though, something mysterious, that makes him want to learn more about the characters, the actors, and even the production company. The more he searches, the less he seems to know.

Observe and Report by VioletHaze, art by ricketyjukeboxer

Wordcount: 55,108

Rating: E

Summary: Recently demoted from his job as a field agent, Castiel is back behind a desk. It’s humiliating to be here with the same coworkers he left behind only a few months ago, but he’s bound and determined to keep his head down, do his job, and prove to his boss that he won’t make the same mistakes twice. Everything is going as planned until he finds himself distracted by one of the people he’s charged with monitoring: Dean Winchester.

The Same Mistake, Again by zaphodsgirl, art by subtextiel

Wordcount: 43,329

Rating: M

Summary: One night, after watching Dean pick up yet another girl while they're out at a bar, Cas heads to the local diner. Over the years his feelings of attraction have only deepened into something more, and he wishes desperately to go back to the time before he was in love with his best friend. His wish is granted in an unexpected way: he wakes up in the hospital the next morning with broken limbs - an arm and a leg- and a fractured memory with the last four years missing.

Sweet Caroline by BlueMasquerade, art by koisocks

Wordcount: 56,674

Rating: T

Summary: When Castiel Novak discovers he’s unexpectedly inherited a farmhouse outside small town Caroline, Kansas, he decides it’s an opportunity to make some major changes in his life. As the youngest son in the powerful Novak family, he’s always been sheltered and expected to do as he was told. His one prior attempt at independence ended disastrously, destroying his innocence and trust. If he had his way, he’d be the old recluse in the spooky old house. Unfortunately, the house needs some major repairs to be livable.

Fortunately Caroline has a jack of all trades who’s available to help with all of the things Cas doesn’t know how to do – for a price. Dean Winchester apparently either knows how to do everything himself, or knows someone. Everything would be wonderful, if only Dean would stop chipping away at the walls Cas so carefully built.

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dkewauthor · 3 years

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The Reaper: Chapter 2

The rain was still pouring outside as Maeve woke up. She dragged her body out of bed, turned on the coffee pot and hopped in the shower. She lived a simple life, had a simple job at the local coffee shop nearby, Grounded Out. Most of her days consisted of working, sleeping and occasionally going to her boxing lessons. Maeve got out of the shower, combed her shoulder length black hair and got ready for work.

“Good morning Maeve.” Her roommate shouted from down the hall.

“Morning” she yelled back. A two bedroom single bathroom apartment was all she could afford, and even with the roommate they still struggling to get by. The apartment was nice for where they were. The city of Criel known for its beauty often hid some dark corners. Corners like Rutle Ridge where she and her roommate lived. Rutle Ridge was known for its dark alleys, its nefarious drug deals and robberies and of course the highest crime rate in the city. Most who lived there either couldn’t afford to live anywhere else in the pristine city, or liked to get their hands a little too dirty. Maeve and her roommate Salem had lived there for just over a year together and had to fight off a couple lousy drug addicts the occasional time, never enough to cause a scene, but enough to remind them of where they lived.

“The shower is acting up again just so you know.” Maeve mentioned to Salem while grabbing her coffee.

“Awe come on, I thought we got it fixed just a couple days ago.” Salem replied also pouring herself a cup.

“Well it’s something different this time, no more black water which is nice, but the temperature fluctuates. So get ready to get really hot and really cold all at the same time.”

“Damn it!” Salem swore as she added some cream and sugar to her cup, eyeing Maeve as she drank hers black. “We’ll have to call the landlord again and see when this will get fixed.”

“If it’s anything like last time it might take a while. Although he does seem to like to come by whenever you’re around Salem.”

“Oh shut it, last time he was here he kept staring at my ass the whole time and barely did any work.”

“I don’t blame the man, I’m just saying if we want it fixed faster maybe flirt a little with him.” Both of them laughed as the continued to get ready for work. Maeve threw on her black work shirt and pants over her small toned body. The company shirt might have a tacky logo on the front of a groundhog drinking coffee, but it did compliment her figure well.

“Alright I’m heading out, remember drinks tonight after work, we’re meeting at the Fox Hole at 8.” Maeve said as she headed to the door.

“The Fox Hole? Are we trying to snag us a rich boy tonight?” Salem responded with a smirk.

“Maybe, it is on the edge of Rutle Ridge so you never know who we might meet, just make sure you’re ready and I’ll make sure we look the part.” And with a wink of her bright blue eyes Maeve headed to work.

Grounded out was a decent place to work with all things considered. Back in its prime when Rutle Ridge wasn’t just a crime infested shit hole it actually had a name for itself. People would come from all over town to enjoy their beautifully blended coffee, offering a variety of teas, espresso and delicious food people would come from all over town to get a taste. Today it’s the opposite. The food is old and inedible most of the time, the coffee seems bland like water filtered through an old cars tire treads and the management could care less about their employees.

Maeve started her shift off like any other; she punched her time sheet, turned on the radio for some background music, put on her apron and headed to the front counter. There was always an early morning rush, people needing that early fix to help get them through the day or at least the next two hours. Customers would come get there coffee, grunt a hello and thank you and leave. Most had enough money for a cup but the few that didn’t Maeve would cover the extra. The business might not be what it used to be, but she did everything to try to make it a friendlier and better place every day, no matter how exhausted she was by the end of it. “Hello Bryan, how’s the family today?” Maeve asked the timid looking gentleman as he approached the front counter.

“Oh they’re good, we just found out we are pregnant with baby number 3!” Bryan responded with glee. Bryan was a regular at Grounded Out; he came in every morning at the same time and ordered the same thing, a tall caramel macchiato with extra whip.

“Congratulations!” Maeve said with joy. “This one’s on me.” And she handed him his drink.

“Thank you Maeve, now off to the office, need to get those working hours in to help with the new baby.” Bryan tossed Maeve a wave and a gleeful grin as he exited the shop.

The day droned on as it was finally time for her shift to end, the next round of staff showed up and Maeve was out the door. The rain had stopped finally, but the streets were still wet as she splashed her way through puddles on her way to boxing. One of her many skills her father had trained her in growing up, they’d spend hours outside in a little ring her dad built out of loose things around their home and backyard. One corner was a stack of buckets, the other was just a rake stuck into the ground to hold the lines of clothing tied together to be the ropes. It was simple and Maeve loved every moment of learning to box with her dad.

She showed up to Angel Boxing ready to go. A nice establishment with better equipment than what she grew up with, the punching bags actually had stuffing in them, the ring stood tall and centre in the middle and training equipment circled around the rest of the Gym. “Afternoon Griffin, any new recruits?” Maeve questioned the man approaching her.

“A couple new ones, up to no good as usual but jumped at the chance to try to do something better with their lives.” Griffin told back. Angel Boxing was known in Rutle Ridge as a place where people could change, whether you were too poor, into trouble you couldn’t get out of or even just wanting to learn to defend yourself within the community Angel Boxing helped people. Most came in as kids or young teenagers looking for some kind of answers, having lost loved ones, or ended up with the wrong crowd they all found their way there, including Maeve.

“Well you let me know what ones need help and I’m on it, I’ve been in their shoes and I know how hard it can be.” Maeve said with solemn tone.

“Always helping but still never asking for help,” Griffen laughed. “I’m sure there are a couple who could use your help, thank you. Griffin patted Maeve on her shoulder as he walked by and went back to his teaching letting Maeve get to her workout. Maeve loved the gym, time seemed to stand still, just her and the bag nothing else. Punches and kicks sounding like music to her, creating a rhythm that she only needed to follow to land that knock-out punch. She would live in this state all the time if she could, but the song never seems to last long enough.

Maeve finished with the gym and got ready to head home at last. She had a little time to kill so she thought she would hit up some of the street markets nearby to find something nice to wear for tonight. She walked a couple blocks away from where she worked and sent a text to Salem. “You better not bail on tonight, you know we both need this girls night.” She hit send and put her phone back in her pocket as she rounded the corner to the street market.

Most street markets in Criel were amazing; you could find gorgeous jewellery, stunning clothing, and plenty of fresh food to feed you for a lifetime. In Rutle Ridge you didn’t get that kind of experience, but if you knew the right people you could strike gold every now and again.

Maeve worked her way through the vendors, kindly waving off offers of roasted rat and pig tongues until she found Cyril in his booth picking away at his banjo as he always did. His banjo was missing a few strings, but that never stopped him from playing his heart out. “Cyril…” Maeve spoke. “Cyril!” She said again this time raising her voice over the banjo.

“Oh my I’m sorry dear, you know how I get when I play.” Cyril finally responded. He was short, but that came with his old age. His gray hair was thinning on top of his head, but he never stopped smiling. He lived most of his life in Rutle Ridge so no one bothered him, he was family. He had a way of getting things you needed, and sometimes things you didn’t know you needed until you had paid him and were walking away with way less money than you started with.

“It’s ok Cyril, I was wondering if you had any new clothing you might have gotten a hand on that might work for my friend and I for a girls night out? Ya know something from the inner city.” Maeve raised an eyebrow, the one with a scar through it as she eyed him down.

“I don’t have anything from the inner city ever on me, that’s too expensive for a place like this.” Cyril responded trying to avoid eye contact.

“Cyril, we both know you get your hands on this kind of stuff. Don’t beat around the bush with me. How much for two dresses for your favourite girl?”

“Oh alright, you know just how to get me, give me two seconds I have just what you need.” Cyril dipped behind his stand for a minute; you could hear him rummaging through boxes and clatter as some fell over, the occasional curse coming out of his mouth. He returned with two beautiful dresses, one a deep emerald green and one an ocean blue. “For both it will cost you 5 gold, usually I would say 10 but you are one of my favourites.”

“I’ll do 3 and promise to tell my friends about you, how about that.” Maeve responded with a cheeky grin.

“You have a deal,” Cyril said while shaking her hand. “Come on back if you ever need anything again.”

“I will, thank you Cyril.” And Maeve walked out of the street. She got to a corner and checked her phone. A new text was there from Salem. “I’ll be there don’t worry.” Maeve put her phone away and headed home to get ready for the night.

#Book #writing #writer #new #Reaper #Grim Reaper #Adventure #Finction #Fantasy

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blackcroweamon · 6 years

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Black Crow- Part 1: Angel of Death

Hey. It’s been a while since I was on this blog. I just didn’t have the motivation to continue with Eamon and I just went on what could’ve been a permanent hiatus for him.

Yet, I found myself starting to miss him and, eventually, I decided to go back and write about him again. This might turn into an ongoing series, but I won’t make any promises like I did before.

Other than that, I hope you like it ^^.

(Side note: If there’s any suggestions on how I can improve on this, let me know)

I wonder how long I’ve been doing this? Walking through life, putting on an act by day, and peeling back the layers by night. It gets tiring, but somehow, I’ve managed to get through it all.

After a few moments, I turned off the faucet, allowing my face to simply float in the water for a moment before stepping back. My reflection hasn’t gotten any better. I stared back at the person in the mirror; a pale-skin kid with green eyes and brown hair. Water dripping down from his disheveled hair and onto his face. The bags under his eyes made it clear that he’s gone several nights without sleep. Yet that was the life of Eamon Brown, the Black Crow.

“… Back to it then.”, I sighed.

I walked back over to my laptop on the bed. Nearby, the TV was still tuned in on the news. Recently, there hasn’t been any reports of crimes going around; causing me some problems. Not that no crimes weren’t good, but it was becoming difficult to meet my manager’s quota every month. I might have to start taking more visits to the nearby prison if I wanted to catch up.

Not that there was any rush to do so. I had already turn in my mask a few days ago for this month’s quota, but it was better to start on the next month’s quota rather than waiting for the last second.

After a moment of getting situated, I started to scroll through my messages and alerts, but it was just the usual. Notices for quota deadlines, concert schedules for next month, old updates on crimes, and messages from Horace, the Leghorn Chicken, regarding our training sessions. I clicked on the later, a smile creeping onto my face as I read it. It seems he wanted to meet with me tomorrow.

Training with Horace was probably one of the only two things I enjoy doing. He’s a bit eccentric and seems a bit foolish, but he’s a great mentor. He also seems to be the only one in the company to care about my wellbeing as well.

A loud beep shook me from my thoughts as I turned my attention the new alert that appeared on screen. It was a police report from New Haven street. The report seemed to mention an on-going hostage situation that was taking place in the abandon Aaron Company warehouse. Three armed thugs and a single hostage…

Quickly, I grabbed my hoodie and made my way toward the door, grabbing my mask as I went. Looks like another hunt for the Reaper…

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I arrived on the scene about ten minutes later. Already the warehouse was surrounded by a blockade of police cars and vans. Men and woman rushed around to position themselves; the dogs braying wildly as they tugged against their handlers’ leashes. Didn’t look like there would be anyway to get in and out without being spotted, but, if there was one good thing I can say about my manager, it was that he knew the right contacts.

As was expected, Officer Roy was waiting for me in a nearby alley. Even to this day I was uncertain what sort of ties he had to the company. Whether he was being bribed to help me or was secretly part of the company, I was never sure. Yet, every time I’ve gone after these cases or sneaked into the prisons, he was always there as the inside man.

After a few moments, he spotted me and waved with that disarming grin of his. You’d think he was a clean guy if you didn’t know anything about the Sirens.

“Was wondering when you’d show up.”, Roy said, extending his hand in greeting. After a few seconds of realizing that I wasn’t going to shake his hand, he shrugged. “Had to try every once in a while.”

“What’s the situation…”, I asked, allowing my annoyance to creep into my voice.

“… A couple of days ago, we got a tip on a new drug gang opening up shop near the Delta train station. Nothing major, just a few punks looking to make a quick buck, but, well, you know how it can escalate. Small time drug dealers are one thing, but it starts to become a problem if they get themselves organized.” He stepped back and leaned against the wall. “Anyway, we busted their operation, but a few of them managed to escape. They nab a bystander and barricaded themselves in the warehouse.”

I gave him a small nod and prompted, “Is there a way in?”

“Yea. There’s a ladder in this alley that can reach the roof top. From there, you’ll have yourself a thirty foot drop down onto the warehouse itself. Most guys might break their legs jumping down, but, well, I’m sure you got that covered.”

I touched my mask. “You could say that.”

“Figured as much. Though the problem will be the drug dealers themselves. Two of them are armed with pistols and they’re all paranoid. They hear even a peep and they’ll pull the trigger on the hostage.” He rubbed his face wearily, like a person that was about to ask something difficult. “I know who you guys are, but... I ask that-“

I place a hand on him, cutting him off. “I won’t let them kill the hostage.”

I understood what he meant. The company I work for doesn’t just take the lives of a single group. They go after everyone. Young, old, innocent, or corrupted. It didn’t matter. All that mattered to the company was taking the life force of others.

A look of relief passes over his face. “Oh… good. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it.” I moved back. “Now… show me where this ladder is.”

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That was a pretty big drop.

I felt my stomach quiver when I peeked over the edge. I wasn’t afraid of heights, I’ve been on the upper balconies at the company building before, but this was the first time that I was actually going to jump off and hope to land on the warehouse instead of the street floor a hundred feet below.

I took a few deep breathes to calm my nerves. It wasn’t as bad as I was making it out. I had a large margin for error so it wasn’t likely that I was going to miss the landing. Plus, I had my mask in my pocket.

Pulling it out now, I allowed myself a few seconds to look at it. It was quite the ornate piece of work. The mask was a mix of black and white with a black nose piece and gold outlines. Musical notes danced under the right eye socket. It looked like something you would find in an opera house, but it’s purpose was far more sinister.

Taking one last breath, I put the mask on. In the brief moment, a strange sensation overcame me, culminating onto my back. Flexing, my wings spread out to either side of me, the black feathers blending into the shadows around me.

Suddenly I felt calm; my body relaxing as I looked back over the edge. Truthfully, I never used my wings in this fashion before. Despite appearances, we couldn’t fly, but Horace had taught me how I could use them to glide. Though this would be the first time I’ve every tried it outside of a training session.

“No second thoughts now.”, I whispered, jumping off the edge. I allowed my wings to spread out parallel to me as I was taught and, for a moment, I feared that it wasn’t going to work. However, my wings soon took effect and I started to glide down onto the warehouse.

I stumbled as I landed; wincing in pain as I fell down onto my hands and knees. I turned my hands over and, sure enough, my palms were scraped. Could’ve been worse, I thought to myself as I stood up. Fortunately, it didn’t appear that anyone had noticed my sudden landing.

Carefully, I looked around for an entry into the warehouse and spotted a door. As I got closer to it though, it was apparent that it was boarded and locked on the other side. I slammed my fist into the door in frustration. All this effort and I can’t even get in.

I closed my eyes, furious, but then I froze. I could hear the sound of fluttering wings. Opening my eyes, I looked over my shoulder and spotted a crow perched on my wing. It’s beady, black eyes stared at me for a moment before flying past me into the side of the door. Curious, I walked around to the side and spotted a hole.

It wasn’t that big, but the wall itself seemed to be crumbling apart in certain spots. Seeing it as my best way in, I tore at the hole bit by bit until I had myself a hole big enough to crawl through if I removed my mask. I smiled slightly as the crow cawed at me. Seems like this wasn’t a waste of time after all.

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The voices were starting to get louder as I neared the bottom floor. Peering through a crack in a wall, I could make out a larger room. Crates and broken-down cars dotted the room. Overheard, support beams and walkways overlooked the room. A few windows shined into the room, but, otherwise, it was mostly dark. The two front doors outside were completely closed off by crates, but there appeared to be a side entrance that the thugs appeared to have left open if escape was necessary.

One of them, a nervous looking kid in ragged clothing, muttered, “David… what are we going to do? They have us surrounded.”

Out of sight, a gruff voice replied, “Shut up Daniel! We’ll be fine. They won’t be try anything while we have the hostage.”

“B-but what if-“

“Will you just chill?!” Another man in a hoodie walked into sight. “Don’t you think I want to be freaking out now? Just calm down and don’t worry so much. Ma told me to look after you and I’m not about to let my little bro get caught, ok?”

“O-ok Zack…”

The kid seemed to calm down as his body relax slightly. Though it was obvious that he was tense… and for good reason. It would be safe to leave him last when I start taking them out. However, first I needed to locate the hostage.

I quietly made my way onto one of the upper walkways and quickly spotted the hostage tied up and gagged against one of the pillars in the room. She appeared to be around my age; her black hair roughed up and her dark skin bruised from their mistreatment. Yet, her green eyes were alert and defiant as she stared at one to the other.

The last thug, a big guy in a white top and black pants, was looking out through one of the windows. As far as I could see, no one was paying any real attention to the hostage. Perhaps they were confident that she couldn’t escape or incompetent in general, but now was the perfect time to act.

Carefully, I climbed down onto the warehouse floor, making an effort to not make a sound, and carefully moved toward the girl. After a few seconds, her eyes widen as she made out my figure in the shadows, but she was smart enough to look away as one of the thugs, the hooded guy, Daniel, turned to her.

Time seemed to go by slowly as the thug checked her bindings. A small, irrational part of myself feared that they would hear my rapid heart beat as they drew close to me, but, eventually, the thug walked away.

I allowed a few more seconds to past before crawling up to her. Quickly and quietly, I undid her bindings, making sure to not make a sound as I worked. As she reached up to pulled away her gag, I grabbed her hand and whispered as quietly as possible, “Leave it on until you’re out of here. I need you to be as quiet as possible.”

I looked into her eyes to make sure she understood before removing the last of the bindings. Gently, I pushed her toward the side entrance, placing the crates between us and the thugs.

Perhaps some six-sense warned him or maybe we made a noise, but, suddenly, the big man turned around, shouting as he pulled out his pistol. Unconsciously, I pushed the girl aside as a burning sensation burrowed its way into my side.

I gasped as the pain wracked my body, but I ignored it and shoved the girl towards the door.

“Run! I’ll be right behind you.”, I lied.

She looked like she was about to stay and help, but, after looking into my eyes, she simply nodded and quickly ran through the door. Meanwhile, I crawled behind one of the nearby crates as the sound of the thugs’ footsteps came closer.

“Shit! She got away.”

“We need to get out of here! If they-“

“We can’t. They’ll be looking that way now that the hostage escaped.”

“Then what do we do?”

“We find the person who freed her. They’re still in here. I can feel it…”

As they talked, I had moved myself into one of the crates. I didn’t have a lot of time before they found me. Carefully, I took out my phone and shined the light on my wound. I stared at the wound as fresh waves of pain went through my body. This was the first time I’ve ever been shot and seeing wound made me feel sick. The bullet had gone clearly through my side and I knew I was losing blood fast.

I considered making a break through and try to escape, but an inner voice told me that I needed to take care of these guys first. They were criminals and they were willing to kill an innocent person for their own selfishness. They deserved to die.

Silently, I put on my mask as adrenaline started to kick in. I crawled out of my hiding spot a carefully walked around the crates. The thugs were spread out, peeking around cars and into crates. Without making a sound, I moved toward the big thug. As I got closer, the man turned around to face me, but it was too late. I quickly delivered a jab into his gut, causing him to bend over, before bring my elbow down on the back of his head, knocking him out cold.

The man’s groans quickly caught the other thugs’ attention as they ran over, but I already moved behind one of the cars.

Zack quickly looked around, clearly terrified as he shouted, “Where are you!?”

I stayed silent, which caused them to become more unsettled as they looked around. Carefully, I made my way around and, before Zack could react, I tackled Daniel and dragged him behind another stack of crates; choking him as we crawled behind a stack of pallets.

I could hear the few wild shots Zack had shot at me as I tackled his brother and, now, I could hear the terror in his voice as he searched through the crates. “Daniel! W-what did you do to him!”

As his brother’s struggles slowly came to a stop, I whispered, “Nothing… yet.”

Quickly, he turned to where he thought the voice was coming from, his gun raised. “Who the hell are you!?”

I crawled up behind him, a smile creeping into my voice as I simply said, “The Angel of Death.”

Before Zack could turn around, I flapped my wings and used them to propel me into Zack; elbowing him in the back of his head. His body crumpled onto the ground and I allowed myself a small sigh of relief as I observed my work.

“Now… onto business…”, I whispered as I started to sing.

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I stared at my reflection in the mirror and grimaced. My left side was bandaged heavily and my injuries was covered with enough gauze for several wounds. The landlord of the apartment complex wasn’t the type of person that took things in moderation, but at least he said I was going to be fine. Would’ve been a bit difficult to get admitted into a hospital and explain what happened. Not that my manager would’ve allowed me to go anyway. At least I was alive though. I suppose that’s all that matters. Sighing, I walked back out into the living room; the tv tuned to the news channel as they reported on last night’s incident.

“… the drug dealers were found dead on the site, but there were no signs of what caused their deaths. The hostage, Lisa Jones, told reporters that a male individual freed her and helped her escape the situation. When asked if she could identify the person in question, she said that he wore black clothing and a hoodie, but she was unable to make out his face. Whoever it may have been, we would like t-“

I turned off the tv with a sigh. I was afraid that she would’ve remembered my face. Fortunately, it seems my fears were unfounded. As I laid back on the couch to get some rest before meeting up with Horace, a knock suddenly came from the door. Great, I thought, and just when I was about to get some sleep.

Angrily, I stormed toward the door and swung it open.

“What is i- “I stopped, my eyes staring in disbelief as I found myself face to face with the same girl from last night. A wide grin broke out on her face when she saw me as she held out a CD of one of Tsuba’s latest hit songs.

“Hey! I never got the chance to thank you for last night. My name is Lisa and it’s nice to meet you!”

#eamon #blackcrow #emr #siren #story

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