#It's fucking annoying. Let me figure things out. You don't have to explain the symbolism immediately after the symbolism.
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Worst thing a writer of a book can make me deal with is talk to me like I'm an idiot who can't understand books while I'm actively reading the book they wrote
#txt#Me having to set the book I'm reading down and remind myself that YA fiction is literally just written this way#as if it's a style and isn't out-of-this-world levels of fucking annoying and condescending#The author has to always be present in the text but not in the fun way. In the hand-holding so you don't get lost way.#Not only does it suck but it's a huge pet peeve for me personally which makes it worse than anything else a writer can put me through#Worst thing for someone who hates being treated like he's stupid is to read a book in which the writer thinks their readers are all stupid#Which again. I understand is just how 99% of YA fiction is written and that's my fault for reading it. But come on.#Sometimes I come across a book where it's particularly egregious and it makes me mad.#Like leave some room for your readers to have at least average intelligence. Coddling us just feels patronizing#It's fucking annoying. Let me figure things out. You don't have to explain the symbolism immediately after the symbolism.#You do not have to TLDR in parenthesis what just happened in the text as if I'm too stupid to understand it.#Literally. Swatting at the author with a broom. Get OUT of here#(as a guy who is incapable of “separating art from the artist” and must be aware of the artist at all times#this is still an extremely annoying way for the “artist”/writer to interact with their audience through the text.)#Any writer who writes their entire book while pbviously believing that their audience are a bunch of idiots. HUGE pet peeve#Drives me fucking insane
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6 | Blue Gold
Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader
Pirate's Treasure Masterlist
The next morning, you wake up and get dressed. You head outside and see Bakugou waiting for you. He has the map in his hands, ready to continue the search.
"Are you ready?" he asks.
"Yeah, are you?"
"As I'll ever be," he grumbles.
"Then let's go."
With that, the two of you set off into the jungle. The heat is almost unbearable. You can feel sweat rolling down your back.
"This place is a fucking jungle," Bakugou complains.
"Well, it's your island, Captain," you retort.
"Doesn't mean I have to like it," he huffs.
You push your way through the foliage, making your way toward a clearing in the middle of the jungle.
When you reach the clearing, the two of you pause and look around. The clearing is surrounded by tall trees and thick bushes. "Shit, do you have any water?"
"What?"
"We're going to need water, and food. It'll be a long journey, and there's nothing to eat in the jungle," you remind him.
"I have some food left," he tells you, "back at the ship. But if it's water you-"
"Fuck, Bakugou, I thought you said you were prepared. Why don't you have any water?!"
"If you just let me talk I can show you how to get water, princess," he groans, annoyed.
"Don't call me princess."
"Then shut up and listen."
"Fine."
"There's a stream nearby. If we follow it, we'll find a waterfall. It'll have fresh water," he explains.
"Okay, fine. Lead the way."
The two of you continue walking through the jungle. As you walk, you notice a lot of strange sounds. Birds, animals, bugs, everything is alive here.
After a while, you come across a large river. It's rushing downstream and looks pretty deep.
"This is the stream," Bakugou says. "Let's get moving. The waterfall is this way."
The two of you walk along the bank of the river until you reach the waterfall.
"Here we are," Bakugou announces.
The waterfall is a sight to behold. It's a large, wide waterfall with a small pool at its base. The water is crystal clear and looks like it would be perfect for bathing.
"Alright, let's get to work," you say.
"What? Work? We're just going to fill up our canteens and leave," Bakugou reminds you.
"No, we need to bathe, Bakugou. We can't travel around smelling like shit. Come on, it's not like it'll take long."
"Fine, but don't take too long," he grumbles.
You roll your eyes. "Just try not to stare too much."
"Oh, please, I've seen naked women before."
"Really? Who? Where?" you ask as you turn your back to him and start to undress.
"On the beach, where else? Sometimes rich a-holes come here or swim dangerously close to the shore," he admits.
"Oh," you say. "Well, that's good to know."
The two of you walk down into the pool, and you start washing yourself.
"Hey, Bakugou, have you ever gone swimming here?" you ask once you're up to your neck in water.
"No," he says. "Never felt the need."
"Why not? It's nice."
"Because I've never had a reason to," he tells you.
"What about now? Aren't we trying to find the treasure?"
"Yes, but we're not looking for it at the bottom of this river," he states.
"Maybe not, but it's refreshing. You should try it."
"I'll pass."
"Fine, but if you change your mind, just say so," you smile before dunking your head under the water.
When you come up for air, you see Bakugou sitting on land staring at the map.
"What're you doing?" you ask as you swim over.
"Trying to figure out where we should go from here. But this damn thing must be in another language."
"Can I help?"
"Whatever," he says, holding the map out to you.
You squint your eyes to see. The whole thing is written in Japanese. Does he not know how to read?
"Well, I can tell you what the symbols are, but we already solved that part," you explain. "Hey, wait, what's that by your finger? In the corner?"
"What?"
"That."
"I don't see anything."
"That little symbol right there. It's a kanji. What's it say?"
"A what?"
"Kanji. It means it's a character. It's the symbol right there. I'm assuming that's the name of the island."
"How can you tell?"
"Don't you know how to read?"
Bakugou huffs. "I've been trapped here for years, what makes you think I ever read anything?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," you reply softly. "I can teach you, if you want."
"No thanks. You're not going to be on the island long enough for me to learn," he says, dismissing the idea.
"Fine, well, it looks like the kanji for the word 'curse'," you explain to him.
"Figures."
You then swim backwards a bit. "Hey, Bakugou, can I ask you something?"
"Sure," he says, still staring at the map.
"What happened to the pirates and archeologists that came here before me? I heard stories about how they all went missing."
"They did."
"Why?"
"Because they were looking for the treasure."
"So, you don't know what happened to them?" you then ask.
"I do."
"Oh. So, they're dead?"
"Yes."
"Jesus," you shake your head. "Asshole like you who goes around killing other people won't even take a bath," you tease.
"Fuck off," he grunts.
"I'm just saying, you should at least rinse off. There's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself, you know. Besides, we're going to be stuck here together for a while. I'd hate to have to spend the entire time smelling you."
"I don't smell!"
"You do," you insist. "We both do. Now, come on. Take a bath, you smelly jerk."
Bakugou grumbles. You know he agrees with you, he just doesn't want to admit it.
"Fine, whatever," he groans, getting to his feet.
"You're welcome," you say, grinning.
You then turn around as Bakugou undresses. Once he's about halfway into the water, you turn around, and when you do, your eyes widen.
He has the body of a god. His muscles are well-defined, and his skin is perfectly tanned. His hair is damp and messy, and his face is beautiful.
He's absolutely gorgeous.
Your heart skips a beat as his red eyes meet yours.
"Why're you staring?"
"Um, I'm sorry, but, well, you're, uh, you're just really handsome."
He stares at you, expression blank.
"Thank you," he finally says, sounding unsure.
"Uh, you're welcome. It's true."
Bakugou is speechless, his cheeks a shade of pink.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Good. I was worried I made things weird. I just thought you should know. Since, you know, you don't see people very often," you say as you wade into the water, turning away from him.
"Thanks," he says, still flustered.
You take a deep breath, then continue washing yourself, trying not to look at him.
You're not sure what's gotten into you, but you feel a spark between the two of you. It's been a long time since anyone has looked at you the way he does. But, it's probably just wishful thinking.
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Is it time to tear ANOTHER Dhar Mann video to shreds? YOU BET.
I've been sitting on this one for a bit because I wanted to make sure I talk about this tactfully. The subject of parents abandoning their disabled children is a very touchy one.
Parents abandoning their disabled children simply for being disabled is way too common. Like, I understand that not everyone has the resources to care for a disabled child (which is why you reach out for help, and why people like me, who work with disabled people, exist), but it doesn't mean you just walk out of their life. There are exceptions, like if you truly didn't want children or something like that, but just flat-out walking out of your kid's life BECAUSE they're disabled is fucked up.
I know someone personally whose biological mother abandoned her when she was born. Why? Because she's disabled. Physically, and mentally, to a point. I work with this woman on a daily basis. I don't really know WHY exactly her biological mother abandoned her, but I do know that her being disabled was part of it. It's sad. It doesn't affect her, thankfully. I'm happy that she's got her biological dad, her brother, and another maternal figure in her life, at least.
ANYWAYS. Before we get to the topic at hand, I need to put an obligatory trigger warning, like I do with EVERY Dhar Mann post:
This post will be talking about parents abandoning their disabled children simply for being disabled, treating disabilities like they're tragedies (in this case, we're talking about autism...again), divorce, and some SPICY ableist bullshit from an allistic (nonautistic) PIECE OF SHIT.
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable in any way, you don't have to read this post. This isn't worth putting yourself in a bad state mentally. I would never ask for any of you to put yourselves in that position all for a post. Put your mental health and well-being first. Consume media that sparks joy for you.
As far as my response goes, it's definitely more calm than normal. Funny....since this video is about autism spectrum disorder again. (Third time's the charm, huh, Dhar Mann? NOT.)
LET'S FUCKING GET IT.
The video starts off with these two parents (Gwen and Allen) in a psychologist's office. The psychologist tells the parents that their son (Chance) is autistic, and she tries to explain what autism is to the parents, but Allen cuts her off. Why? Because he teaches at a prestigious university, so he AUTOMATICALLY knows what autism is from that fact alone.
Um, excuse me? Just because you're a teacher at a prestigious university, it doesn't mean you're an expert in everything. It doesn't make you an expert in ASD or anything like that. Unless you SPECIALIZE in that area. Even then, shut the fuck up. The people who know about being autistic are AUTISTIC PEOPLE THEMSELVES! SHOCKER.
Hey, Dhar Mann! QUIT WITH THE VIDEOS ABOUT AUTISTIC LITTLE WHITE BOYS AND YOUNG WHITE AUTISTIC CISHET MEN! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF IT. It's annoying, ignorant, and it feels like you're doing this on purpose at this point to piss people off. If you're so uninformed about autism in women and girls, FUCKING ASK AUTISTIC WOMEN AND GIRLS! DO BETTER RESEARCH THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE AUTISM SPEAKS. The Autism Self Advocacy Network (ASAN) and the Autistic Women and Nonbinary People Network (AWN) are great organizations to go to for any kind of research on ASD in women and girls. STOP GOING OFF OF THE BRAINS OF AUTISTIC WHITE BOYS AND AUTISTIC WHITE MEN.
I don't feel I need to go too deep into the fact that autistic women, autistic girls, autistic nonbinary people, autistic BIPOC, autistic AAPI, autistic LGBT people, autistic teenagers, and autistic adults exist. Y'all already know.
Gwen asks the psychologist if that means Chance isn't healthy. (I understand not knowing about autism, but don't treat it like it's a terminal illness. Please.) The psychologist tells her that Chance is fine, but he just learns differently and might need more support compared to his peers.
Yeah, autism can affect how you learn about certain things (limited and repetitive patterns), but there are other disabilities that can affect learning as well. Like how dyslexia can affect your ability to read, dyspraxia can affect your ability to do math, and Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) can affect your ability to focus or on impulse control. Autism affects how your brain is developed, it affects you socially, behaviorally, and how you communicate.
Allen is upset, says that he can't have a son "with a learning disability" (ASD is a neurological disability, not necessarily a learning disability), and treats Chance like he's stupid for being autistic. Gwen tells her husband that autism doesn't make you any less intelligent, WHICH IS SO FUCKING TRUE. ABSOLUTE FACTS. I was totally with her until she began that little monologue with "Just because a person HAS autism". SAY "JUST BECAUSE A PERSON'S AUTISTIC" INSTEAD! IT'S NOT HARD. PERSON FIRST LANGUAGE ISN'T WHAT EVERY DISABLED PERSON PREFERS. Allen says that "they could have another kid" and "put Chance up for adoption". Gwen obviously wasn't down with that. Allen gives his wife an ultimatum that it's either HIM or their son Chance. Gwen says that she can't choose between the two, but she will stand by her autistic son. Allen gets up and leaves the office, saying he wants a divorce.
Years pass by, Gwen is single and taking care of her autistic son Chance, and Allen has a new life with a ✨perfect son✨ (Samuel). He never mentions the son HE abandoned (Chance). He's completely forgotten about Gwen and Chance. (YOU OWE SO MUCH CHILD SUPPORT, ALLEN.)
Hey, Allen, how much do you wanna bet that your ✨perfect son✨ Samuel is autistic too?
There's the SATs, they're announcing a winner, and guess who it is? IT'S OBVIOUSLY CHANCE, OF COURSE. He's got the highest score in the country, with Samuel in second place. Allen is PISSED.
Chance gives a speech about how his mom really helped him, he struggled with autism, how Allen LITERALLY ABANDONED HIM, and THE CROWD GOES FUCKING WILD. Samuel, instead of being a sore loser, APPLAUDS FOR CHANCE. Stay humble, Sam.
My thoughts on the video? If you cannot tell by my tone throughout this post, IT WAS DOG SHIT. This video was insensitive to the true reality of parents abandoning their disabled children just because they're disabled. What do I expect from Dhar Mann at this point?
Here's my response to his video below. Don't worry, I will fully type out my response soon for anyone who cannot read the screenshots easily. It's a lot easier for me to do that on the desktop site than it is for me to do it on my phone.
For anyone who can’t read my response, I’m typing it out for you. Like I said, it’s easier for me to type it out on the desktop site than it is for me to type it out on my phone. It’s a real royal pain in the ass. But because I’m trying to make my posts easier to read for people, I’m doing this anyway. /lighthearted
First, second, and third screenshots (broken up into paragraphs):
Hey, listen, I appreciate the message you’re trying to go for, but can you please stop putting autistic people into a box? Can you stop treating being autistic like it’s a tragedy? Not every single autistic person is a little white boy in elementary school who’s considered “wild and unruly” or “super quiet and makes no friends”, nor are they a young white cishet man who’s a super genius or is how Chris Chan was before she came out as trans. (For anyone who doesn’t know about Chris Chan, there are many documentaries people have made on YouTube, and I highly recommend Geno Samuel’s docuseries, if you’re really interested in learning about Chris Chan.)
Autistic women, girls, nonbinary people, BIPOC, APPI, LGBT people, teenagers, and adults all exist too.
It’s very apparent now that you get your resources from Autism $peaks, a hate group that spends the vast majority of their money on funding eugenics instead of helping autistic people like they claim, claims that only little white boys and young white cishet men are autistic and ignores all other autistic people who don’t fit that description, have no autistic people on their leader board or on any board for that matter, have members who have actually fantasized about k1lling their autistic children, treat autism like it’s a tragedy or a disease someone can catch (completely false), act like autism should be cured (there is no cure, and ABA therapy is a total shit show in itself), and treats autistic people like they’re broken and need to be fixed. Also, not every autistic person is a Super Genius(tm). That’s so demeaning to autistic people who aren’t seen as intelligent in any way. I’m autistic and seen as smart; however, there are subjects I’m stronger in than others.
If you can’t handle the possibility of having autistic children, or just disabled children in general, DON’T HAVE CHILDREN. If you can’t handle working with or alongside disabled people, including autistic people, maybe find a different profession. Even if you do that, you’ll never get away from disabled people. Disabled people aren’t a disease. We’re human beings just like neurotypical and able-bodied people.
Fourth and fifth screenshots (broken up into paragraphs):
I would highly suggest getting resources from reputable organizations for ASD, such as the Autism Self Advocacy Network (ASAN) and the Autistic Women and Nonbinary People Network (AWN). Talk to any autistic person who isn’t a little white boy or a young white cishet man.
Instead of using the puzzle piece, which is a symbol that many autistic people, myself included, are offended by (because of Autism $peaks and other organizations before them using it, plus it symbolizes that only autistic children exist and that we’re “missing a piece” like we’re broken), use the rainbow infinity sign (for all neurodivergent people) or the red and gold infinity sign (just for autistic people). Instead of “lighting it up blue”, light it up red or gold. Do both if you want.
I’m actually really sick and tired of seeing just autistic little white boys and young autistic white cishet men being represented in the media, and y’all manage to fuck that up too.
Before anyone mentions Sia’s movie “Music”, that’s also very poor representation of autistic girls. Besides, the actress who played the autistic girl isn’t even autistic. She MOCKED autistic people. I know she’s a kid, but that’s still super fucked up. I hope she’s able to turn that around.
If anyone would like to discuss this topic with me or ask any questions, feel free to. I’ll answer as best as I can. Thank you and have a good night.
Before I get attacked for mentioning Chris Chan in my response, I bring up Chris Chan because allistic people think that every autistic person is like her (especially before she came out as trans). That person is part of why I wasn't open about being autistic or talking about my diagnosis until this year. I didn't want to be grouped up with Chris Chan because I do have very similar interests to her, I've been seen as cringey for having said interests, and just the way Chris treated autistic people who were formerly diagnosed with A$p3rg3r$ $yndr0m3 (like I was) really made me feel even more alienated.
Also, S1a supports A$ (Autism $p3aks). She's not a very good person to support. Some of her music is good, but her as a person....no. Her movie "Music" was gross, from what I've read about it and seen pictures of.
If you've read this far, thank you so much!
#mello speaks#dhar mann#dhar mann talk#dhar mann will live to regret his decision to make these fucked up cringe videos#dhar mann will live to regret his decision uwu#dhar mann is a piece of human garbage#please stop supporting dhar mann#autism isn't a tragedy#we need better representation for autistic people who aren't little white boys or young white cishet men#dhar mann is a cringe ass nae nae baby#tw abandonment#tw ableism#cw sia mention#cw chris chan mention#tw dhar mann
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The Wolf Among us
Bigby x OC
Summary: Sonya Blaze, A.K.A. Hell Rider, is a half fable, half mundy girl who comes to Fabletown to learn more about her side of the folktales. She works alongside Sheriff Bigby Wolf's as his newest partner and together they strive to find out who's behind the unexpected murders in Fabletown.
TW: Mentions of death, gore/blood, alcohol, smoking, drugs, sex implications, suicide, guns and ofc language.
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Chapter 15: The Confrontation
Once the cab stopped, finally arriving at their destination, Bigby woke up and gently shook Sonya awake.
She mumbles and rubs the sleep out of her eyes as he opens the door and climbs out of the cab with her following behind. Bigby stops to light a cigarette, and Sonya looks at it with an eyebrow raised. She never understood why he needed one every 5 minutes.
They enter the empty looking shop, curiously looking around. Bigby huffed out a puff of smoke when he noticed a sign that said No smoking. He rolled his eyes, taking another drag before squashing it under his foot. The front of the shop was pretty small. A machine that held drinks was almost practically empty.
There was also the cooling unit that displays the different types of meat but each slab of meat was practically covered in ice. Bigby walks up to the counter door and was about to open it, until the door that leads to the back of the shop opens, revealing a balding man.
His expression faltered into a look of fear once he saw Bigby. “Bigby Wolf?”, he asked and glanced over at Sonya. “You must be the new deputy. What happened to you two?”, he asked, scanning their disheveled state.
“We’re looking for a piece of the Magic Mirror.”, Bigby said, walking to the counter towards the butcher. “Um… wh–what?”, the butcher stuttered. “The Magic Mirror’s missing shard! Where is it?!”, Bigby growled out.
“Bloody Mary brought it here, didn’t she?”, Sonya asked, looking behind him. "What? B-Bloody Mary? Magic Mirror shard? Wh–what kind of place do you two think this is?”, Johann asked, chuckling nervously. “Don’t give us that bullshit.”, Bigby sneered.
“I’m not. What you’re looking for, I-I think you two’d be better off looking at, uh….the Lucky Pawn. Yeah, or some place like that.”, Johann nodded.
"Listen to me and listen fucking carefully. We know Bloody Mary hangs around here. So you need to start fucking cooperating right now!”, Bigby yelled.
“I-I am.”, Johann said.
“We already went to visit Jersey. He wasn't all that cooperative until we had to get a little...persuasive.”, Sonya told him.
“I’m cooperating. I swear.”, Johann cries. “Anyway, if I’d known you two already looked at the Lucky Pawn, I-I wouldn’t have pointed you there. I-I just figured anything worth a damn in Fabletown goes through Jersey’s hands at some point. You guys know that. Believe me, I don’t wanna waste your time. And I certainly don’t mean to offend. I don’t know how else to help."
"Yeah, well Jersey had those dirty hands wrapped around my neck not too long ago.”, Bigby explained. “Oh….sorry.”, Johann said.
“He was an asshole so I'd suggest you don't follow him.”, Bigby said, crossing his arms. Johann frowned. “Listen. Crane had the mirror. Mary had Crane. And she comes around here, right?”, Sonya asked.
Johann stays quiet. “If you’re covering for her, we’re gonna have a problem with you. So you better think real hard about what you say next.”, Bigby threatened.
“I….Sheriff…Deputy, I–”, Johann stuttered nervously, rubbing his hands together, He looked behind him for a moment. “Did you hear that?”, he says, tapping the counter. Bigby and Sonya looked at each other.
Johann goes to the back door. “Oh, I’m real sorry. Hold on, I-I just gotta go check on that. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”, Johann said as he inched closer to the door.
“Butcher…”, Bigby starts to warn.
“I just have to go see…”, Johann walked into the door, leaving Sonya and Bigby confused. Bigby lifts up the counter door and Sonya follows behind him, her eyes catching a red button. "That fucker...", Bigby growled.
They walk through and Sonya looks at Bigby, putting a finger to her lips. They move silently through the freezer full of hanging pig carcasses on hooks.
“I got it covered back here, guys. I’ll be right out.”, Johann called out, his voice echoing, his voice echoing through the room. Sonya tapped Bigby’s arm, pushing a finger to her lips, reminding him. Bigby nodded and led her further.
They moved quietly, pushing the carcasses out the way. “Just wait out front, I’ll be right there.”, Johann tells them.
They don’t say anything, pushing through the freezer. “I’m sorry, Sheriff and Deputy, but you two are not supposed to be back here. For, uh….safety purposes.” Johann said, nervously.
Sonya rolled her eyes and Bigby shook his head as they pushed through. When they got closer, they could hear Johann whimpering to himself. “Oh, you gotta be kidding me. They’re gonna kill me….oh god, she is gonna fucking kill me….” They finally see Johann moving boxes around.
“They're gonna get me killed….the things I do…”, Johann softly whines. Bigby holds a hand out to stop Sonya, walks up to Johann and taps his shoulder, making him jump in fright. “B-Bigby! Please-”
“Bigby!? What happened to Sheriff!?”, Bigby shouts, storming up to the cowering man. “P-Please, guys. Please don’t. I don’t wanna die. Please….please don’t kill me.”, Johann whimpered, backing away. Bigby walks up and slams Johann up against the door. “Shut the fuck up.”, he growled lowly, squeezing Johann’s face.
“Bigby!”, Sonya exclaimed. He growled at her voice. “Bigby, he’s not a threat. Put him down.”, she says, walking up to him. He turns his head to look at her. She could see a glimmer of yellow in his eyes and she frowned softly. “Relax.”
Bigby looks away from her, dropping Johann. Johann gasps for air and looks up at Sonya, heavily breathing. “Thank you."
"We’re not done here, Johann.”, Sonya says. “I’m not part of their crew!”, Johann blurted. His face changes into an expression of realization and he lowers his head. “Fuck….” He sighs. “The Crooked Man’s people. Jersey Devil….Dee and Dum…and that mental case Bloody Mary. You wanna talk about the real butcher? It’s her, not me. This is her place.”
Bigby glances at his wrapped arm, annoyed at the mention of her name.
“I’m telling you, they muscled in on me. Took over my storage and delivery a long time ago. All ‘cause of that heatwave. That summer was even hotter than this one. I let Mary and those porters stay cool in the meat locker one day. Playing cards, having a great time. I guess they were sizing the place up. Shows what I get for being nice. I’m just a victim in this…I don’t know what they do back there. I swear.”, Johann explained.
“You lied to us in the front. Why the fuck should we believe you now?”, Bigby asked. “Because it’s the truth.”, Johann shouted. Bigby pushes Johann out of the way and squats down to pull the door open.
Once he pulled the door open, their eyes widened at the sight of some kind of lab going on. Test tubes, shelves full of ingredients and a boiler caught their attention as they walked inside.
The table in the middle of the room had stools that were chained to cuffs. In the far part of the room was a large chalkboard that looked like it was frantically and messily erased.
“What is this place?”, Bigby asked Johann.
“I told you, I don’t know. They muscled me out! I swear, I don’t know anything more. I haven’t been back here when it was like this.” Johann said.
Sonya frowned seeing a red light was on with a sticky note that said RUN! “Sonuva...”, she growled, turning to Johann.
“This business….it’s all I’ve ever had. I guess that’s why I stuck around when they took it…”, Johan said looking around.
“Damnit, you can’t act like you’re forced into this, and then turn around and help them. They’d still be here if you hadn’t flipped that switch out there!”, Sonya fussed, making Bigby glare at him.
“I had to! You two come in here, making trouble for me….but you two only give a shit now 'cause the Crooked Man stepped on your toes or something. Where were you when they took this place from me?”, Johann exclaimed. “It hasn’t been easy for me…. y-you think I wanna live with this at my back?”, Johann asked.
“Alright, Johann, do me a favor, just shut the fuck up and stay out of the way. Can you manage that?”, Bigby asked.
Sonya shook her head and walked over to the table and picked up a box, dumping the stuff out. Her eyes widened at the sight of glamour tubes. “So this is what Beast was delivering.”, she murmured.
She picked one up and showed it to Bigby. “Could be dangerous stuff.” Bigby said.
“Maybe just don’t touch anything back here? Please?”, Johann begged. “Didn’t I tell you to sit down and shut up?”, Bigby growled. Johann looked away in fear.
Bigby looked down at the shackles, frowning deeply. “These chains….who’s getting chained up here?”, he asked Johann.
“You can’t think I’m the only one the Crooked Man has under his yoke?”, Johann asked, shaking his head. “Is this what those loans get you? That crooked piece of shit! Ribbons. Chains. It’s all the fucking same!”, Bigby shouted in anger.
“What are they even making here?”, Sonya asked, frowning sadly at the thought of the ribbons. "I’m just a butcher. You wanna talk t-bones? That I can do. This stuff is way outta my league.”, Johann told her.
“There are a lot of nasty spells you could make with the right equipment….”, Sonya muttered, looking around.
Bigby goes over to the table and sees packages with the same symbols he saw at the Tweedles' office and Greenleaf’s. “That symbol. It’s on all the packages. What is it?”
“That’s the Crooked Man’s….brand. It’s on everything that goes in and out of here.”, Johann explained.
“So you do know something, huh?”, Bigby said, rolling his eyes. Sonya leaned in to examine it closely.
“Is it a wheel or..?”, she asked Johann.
“It’s from back in the Homelands….a torture device.", he said, making her eyes widen. "It came over here with the rest of our stories. Not that Mundies need any help coming up with that kind of thing…it makes people crooked….by breaking their bones and– do I really need to explain this?”, Johann asked, exasperated.
She shook her head. "I don't blame you for not wanting to explain more. People who are really into the dark arts of entertainment are not all there with decency."
Bigby goes over to the board, scanning it from top to bottom. “Too bad they had time to erase it all. This could have been useful.” He raised an eyebrow at the sight of a familiar coat.
He bends down and picks it up. “I know this isn’t your coat.” Bigby said, showing Johann. “What’s it doing here?”, Bigby asked.
“It’s a coat, what’s the big deal about some dirty-”, Johann said but gets cut off by Sonya. "What if that's Crane’s coat?”, she asked, making Bigby intrigued.
“It’s seen some abuse.”, Bigby said, looking at the coat. He pointed at the blood and Sonya rolled her eyes. “I’m sure he handled it just fine.”, she said, making Bigby smirk. He opens up the coat and sees three pockets inside of it.
He digs in the bottom pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. “Hello, Benjamin.", Sonya says, grinning and looked for more clues by the table.
"No time for travelers checks, huh?”, Bigby mutters, placing the money in his pocket. He digs in another pocket and pulls out a torn picture of her from Lily’s glamour tube.
“That sick piece of….”, Bigby growled. “What?”, she asked, walking back over to him and he shows her the picture. Her face grows sour. "Great…", she says, sarcastically.
He frowns in concern and she shakes her head. Bigby digs in the last pocket and pulls out a shard of glass. “It’s the shard!”, Sonya squealed in delight. “Thank God.”, Bigby said, relieved.
“Hey! Hold on!”, Johann shouts, catching their attention. “What the hell am I supposed to do now? I’m gonna have to spend the rest of my short life looking over my shoulder for Bloody Mary. They won’t care that I held up my end. There’s no way to get out of this.”
Sonya smiles at Johann. "Now that we've got the shard, we're gonna get this done. That crooked bastard won't touch you."
“Thank you.”, Johann smiled in relief as Sonya and Bigby walked out of the freezer and walked to the front of the store. Before they left, Sonya flips the sign from open to closed and finally leaves.
Bigby waves down a cab, sighing out softly. "We're getting so close. I can feel it." Sonya smiles at him. "I'm pretty proud of us.", she says, holding her hand up. He looks at her hand with an amused expression and gives her a high five.
Once the cab pulls up to them, they climb in and look at the shard. "The mirror will finally be put together..."
He nodded before his eyes widened to the sound of soft rumbling. He looked over at Sonya as she wore a shy expression. "Was that-"
"Yeah…haven't had much to eat since we've been working.", she said. He frowned. "Why didn't you say anything?", he says, only to hear his stomach rumbling louder than hers.
He grumbles as she snickered. "I can go get us something to eat while you go and get the shard in the office.", she offered.
"You sure you'll be okay by yourself?", he asked, feeling wary of her being alone at this time. She nodded. "I don't think they'd attack me in a food place.", she says, smiling and tells the driver to send her to a sandwich shop.
She climbs out and hears the window roll down before turning to the cab. "If you feel like you're in trouble, call the office. I'll be right by the phone."
She rolled her eyes in amusement and mockingly saluted. "Yes sir."
The Woodland Building
Evening
Bigby walks in the office, frowning at the sight of Bluebeard, Toad yelling and arguing with Snow.
“I don’t care who killed the prostitutes, if Crane was helping himself to the community coffers, it means his hands were in my pocket. And you just let him go!”, Bluebeard shouted at the secretary.
“I don’t know what you heard, but it did not happen like that.”, Snow corrected. “Are you denying the facts?” Bluebeard asked, challenging her.
“She’s denying me the chance to get a word in. Now, Miss White, I–” Toad started to say but Bufkin shouts. “Sheriff Bigby has returned.”
They turned toward him. "The ole wrecking ball, himself!”, he hears.
“Where have you been? Where's Sonya?”, Snow asked, walking over to him. “I’m not finished here Miss White–”, Bluebeard shouts. Snow turns to him. “You will have to wait! Just one moment, please.”
She turns to face Bigby. “Look what we found.”, he says, proudly pulling out the shard. He smiled at the sight of Snow’s shocked face. “Seems your dog wants a biscuit.”, Bluebeard remarked. Bigby glared at him.
“Bufkin! Get this piece in the mirror, right away!”, Snow orders. Bufkin swoops down, taking the shard. “With pleasure, Miss Snow.”
“Finally. Things are swinging back in the right direction. Good work, Bigby.”, Snow said, making him smile. “You two have been gone all day. What did you uncover?”, Snow asked.
“We had to get real persuasive with the Jersey Devil, down at the Lucky Pawn, but he told us that the Crooked Man’s door moves. It’s some kind of magic door.”, he explained.
“Do you think the mirror will be able to find the door…once it’s fixed?”, Snow asked.
“That’s how Crane did it. And that’s how we’re gonna do it.”, Bigby replied, nodded.
“Excellent work. Really.”, Snow smiled. “Sheriff, I could use your assistance. Would you join me at the mirror?”, Bufkin calls. Bigby shrugs at her and heads over to the mirror.
“Don’t go far, Sheriff. I’d like to have a few words of my own with you.”, Bluebeard declared. “How about you fuck off until I’m good and ready.”, Bigby snapped as he walked over to the mirror.
“I don’t understand….this piece just doesn’t want to join the rest. Do you have any idea why?”, Bufkin asked Bigby. “You got me.”, Bigby said, shrugging. “Well, where did you find it? What has it gone through since being separated from the rest?”, Bufkin asked.
“I found it in Crane’s coat. Last person I saw with Crane, or his coat, was that psycho Bloody Mary. Maybe she had some–”
“Ah, yes. Miss White was asking about here. That explains it! You-know-who and the Mirror have a very…unhappy history with each other. How would you like it if she tried to use you as a doorway?”, Bufkin asks. “I think I already know the feeling…”, Bigby says.
“Well, I think I know how to proceed, now. It will just take a little extra….coaxing. That’s all. Thank you for your help. It could be awhile, Sheriff. I’ll find you when it’s ready. Besides which….he might not want to come out with you watching.”, Bufkin said.
Bigby raised an eyebrow at this info. “Oh, he doesn’t like being spied on?”, Bigby asked, intrigued and crossed his arms.
Bufkin shrugs and smiles at him. Bigby turns around to walk back towards the other three and Snow walks up to him. “Is it fixed? Did you ask about the Crooked Man?”, she asked him. “Bufkin’s still working on it. He said it might be awhile.”, Bigby informed Snow.
She sighs and looks at Bluebeard and Toad, who were arguing with each other. “I can’t take those two right now. We’re to catch a murderer, and they’re….they’re over there bickering about bureaucracy. We’re….at war! Don’t they realize that?”, Snow asked, frustrated.
Bigby raised an eyebrow. “Do you need help over there?"
"Yeah, thanks.”, Snow said, smiling. “Go talk to Toad…but just so you know….we can’t pay him. He really needs to go to the Farm, you know. So, just break the news and be done with it, okay?”
Bigby sighed and goes to lean on the edge of a table. Snow goes to sit in Crane’s old desk and begins to talk to Bluebeard. “Toad! C'mere!”, Bigby calls out.
Toad turns to face him and rolls his eyes. “I see how it is. Passed off to an underling, eh? Why am I not surprised?”, Toad said as he waddled over to him. “Well you two did cause what damage brings me in here, so maybe it’s for the best. Just need a little bit more dosh to cover it. I tried talking to her about it, but it’s like chatting up a brick wall, it is. Now I’m sure you’ve got your own agenda, Sheriff. But I’ve taken a real wallop because of you two. And you can’t deny that.”
“I’m starting to think you don’t take me seriously, Toad. How many times have we told you to get glamoured up?”, Bigby asked as he stood up, putting his hands on his hips. “You know that when you’re out of glamour, we gotta send you to the Farm.”
Toad narrows his eyes at the bigger male. “Well….How about your friend, the pig, hm? Isn’t he going to the Farm, too? Yeah, you thought we didn’t know about him, huh? The worst kept secret in Fabletown. For a friend, the rules’ll bend.”
“Colin stays in my apartment. It’s a lot different than a three-foot-tall frog walking the streets.” Bigby replied. “What?! If the pig doesn’t have to go, I shouldn’t either!”, Toad disagreed, angered. Bigby returned the gesture with a glare.
“Okay, okay. If you give me one more chance and hear me out. I’ll see a way for me and me boy to stay. I’m not gonna ask for any more than I need. I just want to stay. So whaddya say you just give me enough to cover me glamours and…we’ll call the rest a wash. Please, Sheriff, don’t take TJ away from the only home he knows. This whole glamour rule is….oppressive. I’ve done nothing wrong but look different. You know it’s not right….burdening the weakest of us like this.” Toad said, giving him sad eyes.
Bigby sighed heavily and remembered picking a wad of cash out of Crane's pocket. He grimaced thinking that he should've given it to Sonya just in case she didn't have enough to buy for food but gave it to Toad anyways.
"Here. This was Crane’s money but I don’t think he'll need this anymore.", he says, pulling the wad out. Before he gave it to Toad, he gave him a fixed look. "This is for your glamours only. If you buy unnecessary shit, you will go to the Farm. Am I clear?"
Toad nodded excitedly and skipped away, whistling. Snow noticed this and looked at Bigby in confusion.
“Bluebeard! You wanna talk? Now’s your chance.”, Bigby yelled. “I’ve just made my donation funding this office, so direct your questions to Miss White.”, Bluebeard says and leaves the office. Bigby's eye twitches in annoyance as he rubbed his temples to get rid of the oncoming headache.
“Well, at least he’s not trying to get rid of me….”, he hears Snow say. “He’s not?”, Bigby asked. “For now….did you two take care of Toad? I mean….I saw the way he left…I know it may not seem that important right now. But glamours are the law for a very good reason.”, Snow said, her hands on her hips.
“I took care of it. Let's not worry about that.”, he said.
“Fine. We’ll deal with it later.” , she said, sighing. “I know I should be asking how it got like this….but I just keep wondering why it happened….to Faith and Lily. You two have seen his world. Do you guys have any idea why he’d want them dead?”, Snow asked, pacing around.
“If there’s one thing we’ve figured out, it’s that the Crooked Man is all about control. It’s what he does with the loans at the Pawn Shop, the magic he peddles…chains…ribbons. Maybe Faith and Lily weren’t doing what they were told. Or….maybe they just tried to leave.”, Bigby said.
“Sheriff! Miss White! I believe the mirror is repaired!”, Bufkin announces. They look at each other before walking to the mirror.
“I have to say, I have been better…but thanks for putting me back together.”, the Mirror rhymes. Snow sighs and steps up. “Mirror, mirror….we’re glad you weren’t slain. Now please show us….that sick creep Crane.”
The mirror then shows Crane and Bloody Mary talking. “You will get on that plane to Paris and you will wait for the day the Crooked Man needs you. Until then, not a peep. Otherwise, I get to deal with you my way. So please….please disobey.”, Mary said to Crane, threateningly.
Suddenly, Mary looks around as if she were searching for something. “Wait a minute….someone’s watching….” Then, she looks dead at Snow and Bigby, grinning wildly raised her hand.
The mirror started to shake and turn red and the face of the mirror came back into view. “What ....just happened?”, the mirror asked, disoriented. “We pointed you in the wrong direction….and looked at Bloody Mary’s reflection.”, Bufkin explained.
“Oh….her. That explains the sting. I’d rather not have to feel the pain she brings. So….let’s not do that again, okay?”, Mirror said.
“Looks like we’ll have to track him down later.”, Bigby said. “You’re right. We need to focus on the immediate threat. And that’s the Crooked Man.”, Snow said.
Bigby sighs and hums. “Uh, Mirror, Mirror…no time to pout….so where does the Crooked Man hang out?”
The mirror showed a door with the Crooked Man’s symbol on it. “I don’t recognize the door, but…that’s the Crooked Man’s symbol on it.”
“Hold on…”, the mirror said as a different door appeared with the symbol on it. “The door…it moves…”, Snow said, shocked. “Told you.”, Bigby said, smiling at her. “Wait a minute, I know that door….that’s Central Park.”, Snow said.
“I don’t know when it’s gonna move again, but we gotta get there before it does.”, Bigby said. “Bigby, wait!”, Snow shouted, making him pause and turn to her. “When you get the Crooked Man…make sure you bring him back alive. He has to stand trial. We can’t just dispense street justice.”
"Yeah, yeah, we'll bring him back here. Alive. Then we can clean him and cook him together.”, Bigby says, rolling his eyes.
“Good. I have enough to worry about here while I prepare the case against him. So, I’m going to trust you two to handle this properly.", she says and turns to hear the phone ring.
Bigby rushes to answer it, "Hello?" He hears Beast's rushed voice. "Bigby? Something bad happened!"
Beast was calling for him?? This couldn't be good. Bigby's eyebrows furrowed. "What happened??"
"I was on my way to Johann's, I know I shouldn't have gone over there but I saw Sonya being kidnapped and beaten! I think it was the Tweedles.", Beast rushed to explain.
Bigby's eyes widened at the info. His teeth gritted and bared as he tried to keep himself together. "I'll get her.", he says, hanging up.
Snow's eyes widened. "What happened?"
Bigby looked at her. "The Tweedles got Sonya. They must know we already have the shard." He storms to the door. "I'm gonna end this.", he says and leaves.
The Gothic Bridge
Central Park, 94th Street
Night
Bigby made it to the door with the symbol on it, just in time. He steps in, a bright light blinding him for a moment before he realized he's been teleported to a different area.
It seemed like a castle hall of some sort. He heard footsteps and hid behind a wall, getting ready to pounce on whoever was here. Instead of an actual threat, there was a young man with a crutch and a leg brace on his left leg.
“Tim? What the hell are you doing here?”, Bigby asked, shocked.
“Good evening, Sheriff.”, Tim said and held his left hand out towards him. “I’m here to take you guys to the boss. Thanks, by the way…for leaving off Tiny. Tiny Tim. You’d think I’d have outgrown that centuries ago."
Bigby looks at Tim’s hand and shakes it. Tim smiles at his gesture and lets go. "I have to admit, when they asked me to watch the door….I wasn’t sure what to expect when you came through that portal. I know you aren’t here on a social call.”, Tim said.
“Hold on, you’ve just been waiting for me to show up?”, Bigby asked him. “You knew I was coming?”
“That’s what they told me.”, Tim replied. “I dunno, they said you two made it pretty clear. I’m supposed to bring you right on in, so….If you will come this way….”, he said, beginning to lead him away. “Look, this is the one thing I have to do. Please, don’t make this hard on me… I don’t want to get in trouble. So…if you can follow me.”
“Fine. Lead on.”, Bigby said. Tim smiles at him and turns, starting to walk down the hall with Bigby following behind.
“Thanks for understanding. This is all I’m here to do, and…I don’t want to mess it up. I know I’m probably the last person you’d expect to be a…guard. Or an escort for that matter. I was a little surprised, myself, when they asked me to do it. I thought it was a joke, actually.”, Tim explained.
“You shouldn’t be here, Tim. This place is dangerous. Especially for someone…like you.”, Bigby says, looking at the man's leg.
“It’s…not like that. Whatever you may think of him….he doesn’t treat me like some….broken little kid. I think he gets what it’s like.”, Tim said as he pats his left leg. “He gave me a job. And I’m lucky to have it. This is the only option I’ve got. Just….keep that in mind, maybe? ‘Cause if you and the boss go up against each other….the rest of Fabletown is gonna get caught in the middle.”
“I understand the position you’re in, but you don’t have to do this. There are other things you could do.”, Bigby says. “So it’s just that easy?” Tim asked, frowning.
“Maybe not, but you don’t want to be a part of this.”, Bigby says, and begins to walk ahead of Tim.
“A lot of us depend on him. Some of us never get to the front of the line at the Business Office. But he’s there. We need you….but we need him too. What we don’t need is a war.”, Tim said to him.
“Hey, Sheriff, hold up….I gotta go in with you. Hold on!”, Tim shouts. Bigby stops and waits for Tim to catch up. “Thanks.”, Tim said, smiling as he walked past him and led him to a large door.
Bigby frowned at the laughing and loud voices and looked over at Tim. “Go ahead. You got a job to do.”, he says, nodding his head. Tim's smile gets bigger as he opens the door. “Sheriff Wolf, sir.”, Tim said as Bigby walks in.
The room gets quiet as he's met with glares and shocked expressions.
He saw the Tweedles, Georgie, Vivian and Jersey were sitting there looking at him. Jersey started to charge towards him, but he noticed a shadowed figure on the couch, reaching his hand out to Jersey.
Jersey stops. “Thank you, Tim.”, the figure says and leans out of the darkness to reveal himself as The Crooked Man. A tall lanky man with a half droopy face and a mustache.
“I know the Sheriff isn't the….accommodating sort. But you handled it. You did well. You can go now.”, Crooked Man said to Tim who nodded and shut the door.
“You see? Everyone in Fabletown has a role to fill. You just have to pay attention to what they need to help them find it.”, Crooked Man said as he slammed the end of his cane on the floor.
“Why don’t you have a seat, Sheriff? We have a great deal to discuss.”, Crooked Man said as he offered a chair for him. Bigby takes a few steps forward, pulls out his cigarette pack, pulls one out and lights his cigarette.
“You’ve come a long way. You must be tired.” Crooked Man said. Bigby continues to smoke his cigarette, nearly biting through it. He notices Jersey reaching for his gun and almost snorted in amusement.
“And if my envoys are correct….you two haven’t had a lot of rest recently. Please, relax for a moment, will you? Do you want a drink? Something to eat? Vivian makes a very nice, very…. it’s elegant, really. Her carpaccio. It’s lobster….sirloin….”, he continued to offer.
He pulled his cigarette out, blowing out a large puff of smoke. "Speaking of my partner... where the hell is she?", he glared at the man. The Crooked Man nodded. "Ah...Ms. Sonya. She's here...just resting for a moment."
He looked up at Vivian. "Dear, will you go fetch her, please?" Vivian nodded and brought out an unconscious Sonya, cuffed and laid limp in Vivian's arms.
Bigby's jaw clenched at the sight as Vivian hands her to him. He cradled her, now getting a good look at her face as he felt himself getting angrier. Her face, nearly swollen and bloodied. A split lip, her eyes blackening and a good cut across her cheek.
He held her close and glared at the Tweedles. "What the fuck did you two do." They tried keeping a smug expression on their faces but nearly cowered back at his calm, angered voice.
"They were simply protecting me.", The Crooked Man explained. Bigby snapped his attention over to the lanky man. "Protecting??? She went to go get food. How were you in any danger?"
"I'll admit, they did go a little overboard but they mean well.", he replied, making Bigby's hold tighten on Sonya.
She groaned softly and he looked down at her as she looked up at him with a sad expression. "I'm sorry...I didn't even make it to the shop...", she whispered, hoarsely.
He frowned. "Don't worry about that.", he says, and stands her up. “We’re here for one reason. And it’s not to eat your fuckin’ food.”, Bigby said to the Crook Man.
“Really.” Crooked Man said.
“Yeah.”, Bigby says and throws his cigarette down on the floor. He stomps it out, holding her up.
He looked at her hands and looked at the Tweedles. "Where's the key?"
Dee shrugged, giving him a smile. "Must've dropped it."
Bigby growled. "That's fine...", Sonya says, wobbling to stand a bit before jumping and putting her legs through her arms, now having her arms out in front of her. She held her hands up, heating them up enough to melt the metal off of her wrists.
Jersey gets up, pointing his gun at Sonya's head as she rubs her free, sore wrists. Bigby growled loudly in warning while she just looked at Jersey, unimpressed. “What do you think you’re doing?”, he fussed at Jersey.
“They’re gonna–” Jersey started to say to the Crooked Man but Crooked Man interrupted him. “Mr. Wolf and Miss Blaze are our guests. And I have every intention of cooperating. So don’t waste the silver.”
Jersey still had the gun aiming at her. “Sit down, Jersey.” Crooked Man orders, making Jersey finally lower the gun and sits down.
"I thought you didn't need the bullets.", Sonya scoffs, wiping her mouth tiredly. "What a bitch..." Bigby frowned at her wobbling state and stayed near her just in case she fell over.
“Well, Sheriff, Deputy…for the sake of transparency, why don’t you two tell us why you’re here? It would help settle everyone’s nerves, I think.”, Crooked Man says.
“You’re destroying this town. Apparently you've been doing it for ages.”, Sonya replied. “Destroying this town? What on Earth do you mean?”, Crooked Man asked, playing confused.
“What the hell do you think I mean? Slavery, kidnapping, extortion, murder. Something you would call the wholesale corruption of Fabletown.”, she said, getting frustrated.
“I would call it the baseless accusation of a desperate Sheriff and Deputy.”, Crooked Man replied. “How are you certain this isn’t some…conspiracy against me? I’m a well-connected man….well moneyed. People do like to take their shots at me.”
“Who would try to pull that on you?”, Bigby asked him.
“Oh, I don’t know. Fables with a grudge, people who want a stake in my shops and services….but I can understand the confusion. And I am, truly, sorry about….the trouble all of this has caused you two. And I hope you believe me when I say that I sincerely mean to make it up to you two.”, Crooked Man replied.
“The recent murders have gotten such attention as of late….I don’t relish telling you that they were perpetrated by an employee of mine. It’s a very unfortunate bit of business, but….I promise you that the matter will be dealt with. Internally. I just want to settle the issue for you two. And to assure you that it’s over with. You two really don’t need to worry yourself further.”, he said.
Bigby starts to walk closer to him. “You really shouldn’t worry yourself. As I said, I’ve got this under control.”, the Crooked Man says.
“I already know who did it.”, Bigby said, making Sonya glance at him. “Forgive me, Sheriff, for doubting your acumen, but….who do you think committed these crimes?”, Crooked Man asked him.
“Don’t give us this employee bullshit. I know it was you.”, Bigby replied. Georgie laughed at his accusation, making Sonya glare at him.
“What must I say to convince you that I’m innocent, dear? It wasn’t me. And I have complete respect for you two and your jobs, I really do, but I’m sorry, I simply can’t divulge the transgressor.”, Crooked Man said.
“No. We’re dealing with this. Right now.”, Sonya said firmly.
“Yeah, right.”, Jersey sneered. “What do you think this is? Some kind of negotiation?”, Dee asked as Bigby walked up to him. “The man said he’d take care of it. So why don’t you two take the hint and get out.”
“Sonya and I are the law, not you. Now tell us who did it!”, Bigby demanded angrily, at Dee. “You think I’m scared of you?”, Dee asked as he looked over at Dum. He looked back at Bigby and laughed. “Haha! You’re nothin’ more than a–”
"I already know who did it.", Sonya says, catching everyone's attention. She glanced at Georgie with a harsh glare.
"Why didn't you say anything?", Bigby asked. "You never gave me the chance before you said anything.", she says, looking at him tiredly.
She shook her head. "It was Georgie. I remember waking up and passing out to hear him talk about it with the Tweedles. They were laughing about it.", she says, glaring at the three men.
“Georgie.” Bigby growled as he walked up to him.
"Amazing deduction, Deputy. Seems you're smarter than the sheriff.", the Crooked Man smiles. She glared at him too. "You're not exactly out of the woods either."
“As I said….I’ll be handling the matter if you don’t mind.”, Crooked Man said.
“You got what you wanted, so just–” Jersey started to say as he stood up but Crooked Man stopped him. “Sit. Down. Now.”
Jersey sits down as Georgie looks up at Bigby. “Yeah, I killed ‘em. So what?” He asked.
“Why’d you do it? Why kill them?”, Sonya asked, angrily. “Does it matter?”, Georgie asked. She looked at him as if he'd grown another head. "Uh, yeah. You broke a law. You murdered two fables. What do you think!?"
“What’s there to work out?! I’m protected, aren’t I?!”, Georgie asked the Crooked Man. “Your protection has limits….and I think you’ve far exceeded yours. That you could murder someone in cold blood like that….”, Crooked Man says, shaking his head.
“Look, the fact is….Georgie here misinterpreted one of my instructions….”, Crooked Man explained. “Misinterpreted?!”, Georgie exclaims getting up.
“And I want to make things right. So….let’s work something out.”, Crooked Man said, ignoring him.
“You fuckin’ asked me to do this! You told me to kill them!”, Georgie exclaimed, making Sonya and Bigby turn to the Crooked Man.
“And then attempt to blame me for it! You will be silent….while we discuss what to do with you.”, Crooked Man ordered Georgie.
“This is right bollocks, this!”, Georgie fussed then looked back at everyone. “You just gonna let him do this?”
“What the hell?!”, Vivian exclaimed.
The goons looked away from him, not saying anything. “So what do you two say? Can we discuss terms? You two can have Georgie. Consider it a gift….ensuring our continued cooperation.", The Crooked Man offered.
"Take this fucker! Take all of 'em! I didn’t fuckin’ start this!”, Georgie shouts, pointing at Crooked Man and everyone in the room.
“Don’t make any trouble, Georgie.”, Jersey warned.
“Are you seriously throwin’ me under the fuckin’ carriage?”, Georgie asked Crooked Man.
“No deals. It’s over, so get up.”, Bigby told Crooked Man.
“I’d advise against that approach, Bigby.”, Crooked Man said, warningly.
“You can’t just hand me over! What the fuck is this shit! You said you’d cover for us!”, Georgie fussed. For minor infractions, not murder.”, Crooked Man corrected.
“Just go with them, Georgie! You’re gonna sink us all!”, Jersey shouts.
“What’s wrong with you people! You’re really gonna sell him out just like that?!”, Vivian asked in disbelief.
“You think I give a fuck if I’m the one who–who the shit do you think you fuckers are?”, Georgie asked the others.
“Just surrender!”
“Get the fuck out of here!”
“Things are about to get unpleasant, and I would rather you two weren’t here to watch.”, Crooked Man continued.
“I do apologize, Sheriff….but I think it’s best if you and your partner leave now.”, Crooked Man said to Bigby. “There’s no way I’m goin’ with them! Are you kidding me!?”, Georgie shouts.
“You can go join that whore at the bottom of the lake for all I give a shit! But they’re not takin’ me anywhere! I’ll roll over on the lot of you before I let that shit happen!”, Georgie shouts at everyone.
“What are you saying?” Jersey asked.
“Yeah. What the fuck? You’re gonna make sure we all go down the shutter with you?”, Dee asked Georgie, angrily.
“We’re not going anywhere!”, Sonya yelled at everyone. The room gets quiet and Bigby looks behind her, growling lowly in warning.
She turns behind her to see their reflection and someone familiar as well. She gave them a grin and stepped out of the mirror in amusement.
Crooked Man places his hand over his face. “This could have gone so well…” then he looks up at Bigby and Sonya in anger. “To speak the truth, I’ve never been a very good mediator….why negotiate when you can just decide.”
“Did I miss anything good?”, Bloody Mary asked. Sonya mustered up enough strength to change into her first form and Bigby glared at her, his eyes glimmering with yellow.
Mary looks over at them. “Well, look at you… all fixed up.” Sonya lights her hand on fire but gets punched by Georgie, making her fall back.
Jersey attacks her and she puts her hands out, burning him before he could land a hand on her. Dum threw Dee a gun and he pointed the gun at Bigby.
Bigby knocked the gun away right when Dee pulled the trigger. The bullet hits a window in the back room to reveal the portal.
Bigby turns to it but Mary kicks him across the face, knocking him back. The goons walk over to the two, making Bigby change into his first form. Jersey turns into his skeletal form and charges at you.
“You two have done enough.”, Georgie said as he picked up a knife, swinging it at them. Sonya sees Mary lead the Crooked Man through the portal and tries to chase after them but gets stopped by Jersey.
She shot a blast of fire at Jersey, making him scream out. Dee restrained Bigby from behind, struggling with him. Georgie walks towards him with his knife. “I’d like to say it was nice knowin’ you…”, he said.
"Bigby!“, Sonya yells, running over but Dum punches her in the face. She growled at him, holding her jaw. "But I’ll be glad to see your insides turned out.”, Georgie continued as he thrust the knife towards Bigby.
Bigby dodges, making Georgie stab Dee in the side. Dee falls over and Dum runs over to help his brother.
Georgie continues to attack Bigby but Bigby grabs Georgie’s wrist, pulls the knife out of his hand and shoves the knife into Georgie’s stomach.
Georgie gasped and pulled the knife out as he backed away. “Oh God!”, Vivian cries as she runs over to Georgie.
Bigby rushes to Sonya, checking her. "You okay?", he asks. She nodded and saw Vivian and Georgie disappear through the portal and left. Sonya and Bigby looked at each and disappeared into the portal.
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This story takes place in modern times, starring you. By a simple mistake, you venture into a land unknown and a time before your own. Though frightened, a certain tall husky blonde comforts you through the storm raging inside your body. Once you feel more grounded, the bed you seem to be sharing with her becomes more comfortable and you drift off.
Chapter 1: Wolf-Kissed
Readers POV
I remember when i first peered into Norse mythology and the immediate connection i felt with it. Part of me felt like I was lost in time. I couldn’t survive a day the way people once did yet the thought always intrigued me. It intrigued me so much I even had a bracelet engraved with my favorite Norse goddess, “Freyja” made for me. It was made of leather, just covering my wrist and the material the engrave was on made of Jade.
It was all for fun when i thought out the plans to travel here so far away from home. I had seen many things and been to many places, but there was nothing quite like Stonehenge.
Something attracted me to the stones and the closer I stepped to them, a feeling of deep desire surged through my body, as if I just so happened to be in the right place at the right time. Finally, I passed through the stones and looked as they hovered over me.
Suddenly, time stopped. Everything felt different but everything looked the same. The last thing I remember is passing out and the world as i knew it went blank.
The only world i've known, and the world i'm not sure if i'll ever get to see again.
Hardly able to open my eyes, I was greeted by a sudden warmth. Fur linings on an unfamiliar bed, and the subtle crackling sound of a fire pit nearby; a warm light fogging over my cloudy eyes as I slowly began to open them.
“You’re finally awake.” A husky woman’s voice said and my eyes were suddenly wide open.
To my surprise I saw a broad woman with a blonde medium length braid hovering over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed, dressed in a fur shoulder drape with long layers underneath. She looked as if she were ready for war. I could make out a large scar across her left check. Sitting down in a chair next to my bed some distance away, her piercing blue eyes looked at me almost as if concerned.
I sat up quickly in bed, pulling the bedding to my shoulders.
“Where am I? Who are you?” I asked with hesitance, intimidated by the change of scenery and the large woman sitting in front of me.
“I should be asking who you are! I found you just outside of my camp passed out and dressed in strange clothing.”
A sudden rush of color came across my face. I remembered the modern gray shirt and blue jeans I was wearing when I made the transition. Did I really travel back in time? Could this all be just a dream? Then, I realized the clothes I once wore were replaced by a long sleeved tan tunic.
“Then... how am i wearing this?” I said.
The woman chuckled at me.
“When I found you, you were filthy from getting soaked in the rain. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable but, it would feel wrong if i just left you like that.”
Eivors POV:
Who is this woman? She speaks in a strange dialect, nothing like the saxons and must come from a strange land. The only thing that sticks out to me is the engraving on her bracelet. The same engraving Valka prophesied to me before. If she comes from far away, why would she have one of our goddesses names on her bracelet? The bracelet is the main reason I helped her in the first place.
“A far away stranger will come to you with a symbol of love, for you are bound by souls only separated by time.”
I remember when Valka asked me to stop by because she had something important she wanted to talk to me about. I tried to never think about love too much, and to especially never dwell on it. What could have been or what couldn't. I had my fair share of love misfortunes. With a lifestyle like mine, there's no time to focus on things like that. Right?
Poor thing, she looks terrified. There is something about her that's so different from anyone I have ever met. Finding her in such a vulnerable state isn't the only thing that intrigues me about this mysterious girl. It's not everyday you can lay your eyes on someone so attractive. Even her skin shines differently than anyone I have ever laid eyes on.
My mind wanders back to when i was changing her clothes, having to untie and undo odd buttons. The way her skin had formed goosebumps and the hairs on her arms stood up from the cold, having to refrain myself from looking too hard at certain places on her body.
When I brought her in, Randvi didn't understand exactly why I would help a complete stranger. Although she questioned it and very clearly didn't agree with me, at the end of the day it's my decision to make as Jarl. I know Randvi still struggles with her feelings for me and is just cautious with who I bring into the settlement.
“Thank you… thank you for helping me and bringing me in. Im so confused and i'm not too sure where i am.” The strange girl says to me, looking like she wants to cry but is trying to stay strong.
Snapping back to reality, the realization hits me that she truly has no idea where she is or what happened to her.
“What's your name? Where are you from? You must remember something from before.” I pry at her.
Readers POV
“My name is [y/n], I could never forget that. I can't remember where I came from or how I ended up here but maybe, with some time I can figure it out.”
I was lying through my teeth. But, I knew I couldn't just tell her the truth. No one would believe me if I told them. If this was gonna be my home for a while, I needed to at least give the impression that I was sane.
Her eyes kept lingering on my bracelet. Then, I realized where I was and how far back I had gone. Everything was beginning to make sense. I didn't know how to explain it, but i had to come up with something quick.
“I see you keep looking at my bracelet… it was given to me. It's a gift.” I said, shifting my eyes to the other side of the room.
“Fair enough,” the blonde peered at me up and down.
“I think you need more rest. Something will come to you when you wake up. You have some explaining to do, it seems.”
She stood up and blew out a few candles surrounding the bed. Her feet shuffled across the wood floor to the other side of me. Letting out a big yawn, she sat on the bed beside me facing the wall and tossed some of her armor and weaponry on the ground. Finally, she turned around to explain herself.
“There were no extra beds so, I hope temporarily sharing my bed won't be too bad. I can arrange a room for you eventually. This all happened at the very last minute.”
I could tell she wasn't trying to make me uncomfortable. As bad as the situation was, it could have been a lot worse if she had not found me. I could tell she knew that as well.
“I never got your name…” I said wearily.
She stretched her legs out on the bed and turned to face towards me, head resting on her hand and the other pulling the fur covers over herself.
“My name is Eivor, of the Raven Clan.” She said with another yawn.
I watched as she rested her head on the feather pillows, not wasting any time to fall asleep. I listened as her breaths became longer and slower. For such an intimidating woman she looked so peaceful when sleeping.
My mind began to race, why would she help me? Could I ever be accepted here? Knowing I had a sleepless night ahead of me, I turned over and tried to doze off anyway. I had never felt so alone and lost before. A tear escaped my eye and I quickly threw my hand over my mouth to cover any noise, not wanting to disturb Eivor. Just when I thought I could get away with it i heard the covers shuffling beside me.
A hand grazed my shoulder, leading me to turn around and see Eivor looking at me with a worrisome face.
“I know you're scared, but you’ll figure out what happened. Perhaps I can even help you and we can figure it out together. As long as i'm here you won't have to go through this alone. I hope that can bring you some comfort. Go ahead cry it out but please, try to get some rest afterwards,” she told me in a whisper.
Something in her words lifted a weight from my shoulders.
Then, i totally fucking lost it.
Sitting up in bed I cupped my face with my hands letting all my tears flow freely. I felt a warm embrace coming from the side of me. It was Eivor enveloping my sides. Her hands were slightly rough and I could feel all of the scars on the palms of her hands. She grasped gently onto my arms and I could make out a faint scent of vanilla and alcohol. I laid my head on her chest and the warmth coming off her body seemed to calm me down.
It was nice to feel someone there with me, knowing they were real and in the flesh. My tears began to dry after a while of crying. Eivor didn't seem annoyed with me keeping her up, even if she was clearly exhausted.
“I feel better now.” I managed to speak some words once I caught my breath.
“There you go, everythings gonna be okay. Until you can find your way back home… maybe this can be your home for a little while.” Eivor said to me.
“Thank you. I'll try to get some sleep now. I'm sorry for-“ Before I could say another word, Eivor stopped me.
“Don't apologize for that.” She still had a hold on me.
We laid down together and she never let go of me, keeping one hand on the side of me.
“Goodnight, [y/n]”
“Goodnight…” I mumbled back at her.
My eyes began to grow heavy and I started to finally doze off.
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Eden's Gate: Left Behind Chapter 9 - Man's Best Friend
Warnings: Swearing, few insults towards women, a few Supernatural moments, Demons.
Word count: 2.4k
Summary: Kate and Morgan investigate the bodies of dead and animals. Kate debates on breaking up with John. Haley the German Shepard to the rescue.
Bonus: Kate makes a few hints that exist (only;to me at least) outside the FC5 universe.
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NIGHTMARE
Getting dragged towards the water by some peggies.
Unable to fight back or resist.
John holding a white book staring down Kate as she gets dragged closer to him.
“John please!!” she pleds. “Please, I love you, don’t do this”.
He grabs her arms aggressively.
“John please, don’t do this” she cries, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“You will be cleansed. Let the water purify your ugly soul. Either way God, and myself will leave you behind” he says, and his eyes go black. Like a demon, before she could protest.
He pushes her head under the water. Drowning her.
She tries to fight back but he overpowers her.
He pulls her back up, and all the peggies behind him.
Their eyes are completely blackened like demons.
“I never loved you. I just used you. You Winchesters mean nothing. All you do is cause trouble. You’re the reason for freeing Lucifer! You should’ve said “Yes” to Lilith instead of killing her, now look at you, trying to play hero?. You are not a hero. You’re just a weak human!”.
Demon John says before pushing her head back underneath the water.
Her screams muffled by the water. Filling her lungs.
Drowning her. Suffocating her. Killing her instantly.
John pulls her back up, and the demon leaves his body.
Leaving John with a dead Kate in his arms.
“Kate?!” he cries out. He slaps her cheeks to wake her up.
“Kate!!!” he yells, shaking her, tears forming in his eyes.
He bridal carries her out of the water, and performs CPR on her.
He pushes down on her chest, blows into her mouth, again pushes on her chest.
He repeats this a few more times, and realization hits him.
He drowned his girlfriend. The one he loves dearly is dead because of him.
He cries violently into the crook of her neck, holding her closely to him.
END OF NIGHTMARE
Kate wakes that morning to the sound of Morgan singing “Heat of the Moment” by Asia while making breakfast.
She gets out of bed, goes to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror.
“I look like fucking shit” she says to herself.
She looks down at her hands, and sees she still has some blood on her hands.
She tries to wash off as much as she could, and she did.
Leaving the bathroom, and the smell of bacon fills her nostrils.
Kate stops dead in her tracks, and sees Morgan dancing to the song.
“What are you doing?!?” Kate asks, laughing.
“Rise and shine Katie!!!” she says, over the music.
Kate laughs at this sight. This is something that Paige would do.
Morgan and Paige had always got along, they were practically the same person.
So it was kinda like living with Paige, a blonde, shorter version of her with the same temperament as her.
Kate sits down at the table as Morgan cooks scramble eggs while singing along to the song.
She laughs at her best friend’s stupidity. Morgan puts a plate on bacon, scramble eggs and toast in front of her.
“Is this the Costello special?” she asks, laughing.
“Sorta. Not enough bacon, lack of hash browns, and waffles” she says, laughing.
After breakfast they get dressed and leave for the bridge. Taking Haley along with them.
They park the car next to the O’Hara Haunted house, and walk towards the bridge.
“So where were the bodies dumped?” Kate asks.
“Underneath the bridge near the water” Morgan answers.
“So is there a pathway we can take to get underneath the bridge?!” she asks.
‘Yeah we just need to cross the road, and go underneath it. Towards the water, careful it gets steep as you go down” she says
“Isn’t that a fishing spot?!” she asks, trying not to fall forward.
“Yep, I’m surprised the bodies weren’t called in” she says.
“Well I’m sure everyone in Hope County is used to seeing the dead carcusses of humans and animals” Kate chuckles.
“Huh, yeah for sure” she chuckles.
They get to the edge of the water, and find the dead, rotten, decaying bodies of 3 cows.
“Oh god” Kate gags, covering her mouth and nose.
“Yeah this screams demon” Morgan says, covering her nose.
“So now what?!” Kate asks.
“Well, we can kick the bodies into the water, but they look like they’re one with the ground now” Morgan says.
“Yeah, or we can-” Kate gets interrupted by Morgan’s phone vibrating.
She sighs loudly.
“What is it?!” Kate asks, concerned.
She shows her the message on her phone, “Another body was found. But this time, it’s the body of some lady, and it’s in the Whitetail mountains”.
Kate sighs, “Another case?”.
“Yep, lets go!!’ she says.
They get into the car, and drive off to the Whitetail Mountains.
Kate driving, Morgan in the passenger, and Haley in the backseat with her head out the window.
“So where was this other body found?” Kate asks, keeping her eyes on the road.
Morgan sighs, “Underneath that bridge next to the Silver Lake Parking lot”
“Clagett Bay?” Kate asks.
“Yep” she answers.
“Alright. What is up with these demons dumping bodies underneath bridges?” Kate asks.
“I don’t know. Probably a crossroads thing” she replies.
They drive down the road, past the Henbane River Chalets, on their left they’re about to go past the Bridge of Tears.
“Don’t be surprised if you get a message about a body found underneath the Bridge of Tears” Kate says, sarcastically.
Morgan scoffs, “Yeah, no shit”.
They drive further down the road, past Eden’s Gate Outreach Center.
“That place is a fucking joke” Morgan says.
“What is? The outreach center?” Kate asks.
“Yep, pure fucking shit. A massive shithole” she says.
“What is it anyway?” she asks.
“They “help” you, and you become “reborn”, and all that religious bullshit” she says, flipping off the place as they drive by.
Kate laughs.
They drive onto the bridge leading them into John’s region, near Dutch’s region.
“The Power of YES. Take the leap!!’ Morgan mocks the sign as they drive past it.,
“Take the leap Kate!!. Take the leap!!! Say YES!!!.
Kate laughs at her obnoxious impression of her boyfriend John Seed.
“No thank you. I don’t want to take the leap” she laughs.
As they drive down the road past Rae-Rae’s farm, a billboard sign catches Morgan’s attention.
“John loves you Kate. He’ll take you!!!” she mocks the sign.
“He’s already taken me already” she says, not realizing what she had said.
“Oooh so John has taken you” she says, teasing her friend.
Kate looks at her, and does a double take.
“Oh no, no, no. Not like that” she tries to explain.
“You know I’m messing with ya” she says, hitting her on the shoulder.
“Yeah I know” she says. They cross the Silver Lake bridge leading them into the Whitetail Mountains.
“Welcome to the Whitetails” Kate says. “Wait, isn't the Wolf Den not far from where the bridge where the body was dumped?”.
Morgan gives her the googly eyes, “Oohh does someone want to go visit their other boyfriend?!?!” she teases.
Kate scoffs.
“So when you break up with John for being a founding member of the cult. Are ya gon’ date Wheaty?!” she asks.
“I don’t know, probably. I don’t know how to tell John that I wanna cut things off with him” she tells her.
“Don’t worry you’ll figure out a way, I’ll help ya. But first we need to solve this case” Morgan tells her.
They get to the bridge, park the car on the side of the road. Approaching the bridge they each check both sides of it.
“Oh shit. Morgan!!”Kate calls out.
She approaches her, and they see the body of a woman.
Haley barks at them, digging at something near the water.
They check to see what she was barking at, and they find an amulet necklace buried underneath the dirt.
“What is that?!” Morgan asks.
“It’s a protection amulet. A cousin of mine had one. It’s an Egyptian safety symbol” Kate says.
“Come on let's get a better look”
They both go down to the water, and examine the body.
A woman who looks around the ages of 25-30 years old, brown hair, green eyes.
Has stab wounds on her abdomen, chest and left shoulder.
“Looks like she was murder” Morgan says.
As they’re examining the body, a man approaches them from behind.
They don’t see him but Haley senses him, and starts to growl in a defensive manner.
“What is girl?!” Kate asks, not turning back. Morgan looks back and sees the man approaching them.
“Hey, hey” she whispers to Kate, gently hitting her shoulder. She turns around, and sees the man in a well tailored black suit, and looks completely out of place.
Haley’s growl turns into a defensive, threatening bark as he gets closer to them.
“I see you’ve found my latest artwork” he says in a friendly tone.
Then his eyes turn completely black.
“Demon” Kate mutters to her, and pulls their guns out.
Aim at the demon.
He chuckles at them, “Now, now ladies, I’m sure we can all be civil, and make a deal”
“Yeah, not a chance” Morgan says.
“What the fuck do you want?!?” Kate asks aggressively.
“I want you Kate” he says, taking a few steps closer to them
“What is up with every guy wanting you?!?” Morgan asks, turning to Kate.
“Sorry, I don't date demons” she says sarcastically.
He chuckles, “Yes, yes. I know. I also happen to know you’re with that Seed fella. Good looking, tattoos, bad temper, lawyer”. He sighs.
“You have a very interesting taste in men, young Winchester” he adds. “Does your mommy know you’re in love with a psychopath?!” he asks in a childish voice.
“Fuck you” Kate says, and shoots him in the chest.
The shot only annoys him, and does very little to no damage on him.
“Okay, how about we start from the beginning. My name is Saleos, and I’m a demon”
Kate shoots him again, and this time it does damage to him. Making him go down.
“Come on let’s go!!!” Kate yells, they run to the car, and speed off home.
“Shit!!. Fucking shit!!!” Morgan yells, looking back.
“Once we get home, we’re warding off the house. Who knows how many demons there are in Hope County” Kate says.
Once they get home, they put up demon warding sigils, hex bags and all other stuff they can think of to keep demons away, and keep them off of demon radar.
After what felt like several hours, and it's almost close to dinner time.
“Dude, I’m fucking hungry, and I’m too lazy to cook” Morgan says,
“You wanna order out?” Kate asks.
“Yeah sure, what does the Spread Eagle have?” she asks.
“Chicken wings, cajun fries. You want some Rocky mountain oysters?” Kate says, laughing.
“Not in the mood for bull testicles in my mouth” she jokes
“Burgers, I haven’t really been there so I really don’t know the menu, or know if they deliver”
“Cheese burger, cajun fries and chicken wings” Morgan says, she hands Kate her debit card, “I’ll buy dinner”.
Kate phone orders their food, and for some reason goes to pick up the food instead of having it delivered. Even worse she’s walking to go pick it up because she’s “tired of driving”.
She arrives at Spread Eagle Bar, and leaves Haley outside.
She grabs a hex bag to keep her ass off of demon radar, taking Haley with her as back up because she helped out with the demon from a few hours earlier.
“Stay” she tells her in a command voice.
She walks in, and approaches the counter with Mary May behind it.
"Hey Mary, I'm here to pick up my order" she tells her.
In the corner of her eye Kate sees an older man who is probably a truck driver sitting at the end of the bar, eyeballing her, which makes her a bit uncomfortable.
She turns around, and fixes her order together. While she’s doing that Kate looks around the bar, it isn't too busy just the usuals, music playing some old country rock music.
She looks away, looking at the flyers on the wall next to her.
"Hey girl" he calls her in a slurred voice.
"Hey look at me when I'm talking to you".
Before she could even turn her head to face him. He yells at her again in a slurred voice.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?!?!" he yells, almost throwing his glass at her.
She looks around in a "I hope you're not talking to me" kind of way. "Can you let me turn around first you jackass!!" she yells at him, trying to make herself sound threatening.
"Hey Darryl, leave her alone before I kick you out" Mary tells him but ignores her.
He gets up from his seat stumbling, almost tripping over his own feet. "Fuck you, you stupid whore" he yells at Kate.
She looks at him with a death stare and yells. "Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are??!"
"Darryl sit down, and leave her alone!!!" Mary yells at him.
Mary hands her take out order "Here you go hon. I'm so sorry about him".
Ignoring her once again, slowly approaches Kate with a violent rage in his eyes. A few of the locals in the bar try holding him back but he pushes them away causing glasses to fall and break.
She quickly leaves the bar. She’s had enough trouble for today especially with that damn demon, and she doesn’t feel like having anymore with some drunk asshole.
“Come on Hale” she tells her, motioning her to walk forward.
The drunk asshole grabs her by her hair ripping out some of it while yelling out. "You stupid whore, you little-" Haley cuts him off by lunging at him. Locking her jaw on his arm. Trying to take him down. His arm bleeding out.
Before she could punch him in the face, knocking his lights out.
He screams, and kicks her off of him. Kate is in full on John Wick mode for that asshole hitting her dog.
John let's go of him, throws him to the ground "You better stay the fuck away from her" he says to him, almost in a whisper.
John comes out of nowhere. Grabs him by his shirt, pushing him against a wall. "What the fuck do you think you're doing Darryl?!?. Huh? You're gonna beat up a woman?!?". Too drunk to even say anything clever he mutters, "Fuck you Seed"
He turns to her, his blue eyes piercing into her soul. "Are you okay?" he asks, placing his hand on her cheek and the other on her hip.
She nods her head. "Yeah I'm fine, thanks" she says, voice trembling a little, he places a kiss on her lips.
Mary May sees this, and a confused look appears on her face. "Why is John Seed coming to Kate's aid, and why is he kissing her?!?!" she thinks to herself.
He pulls away from her lips. "I'll take you home" he tells her, putting his arm around her lower back.
Escorting her to his car. Pulling up in front of her house. He walks her to her front door, Morgan who is inside sees this, and is beyond confused
She’s about to open the door, he cups her face and says to her. “I’m gonna come by tonight and pick you up. We’re gonna spend time together. Okay?”
Morgan hears this, and is concerned. “Okay, that sounds good” she says, with a slight smile.
“What was that?!?” she asks, concerned.
“Good” he says, with a smile, and he kisses her again. Kate goes inside, and is greeted by Morgan.
“To be honest, I don’t know anymore. I’ll explain it over dinner” she says.
“Okay so what are we gonna do about that demon?!” she asks.
Kate sighs, “I don’t know but in the wise words of that same cousin I mentioned from earlier “When in doubt. Eat”.
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