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Shuryu Sentai Strikeranger Series (Episode 7-11)
Striker 7: "Dunker vs Striker?"
[At city]
The city was peaceful and safe from being threatened. However, someone appeared to destroy the city. People ran away, but the others were cursed to hate soccer instead of basketball. Someone who made people were mess was the hateful knight Kiraidon, and his creator monster, Deboo Sakkiraidah (サッキライダー, Socchatred or Soccer hatred). Strikerangers tried to stop them.
Isagi: "Who are you? Wait, I thought you were Destroyer"
Kiraidon: "Destroyer. Are you kidding me? We are finding kyoryugers to be cursed into basketball players"
Isagi: "Wait. Hunting kyoryugers"
Bachira: "Who are you?"
Kiraidon: "I'm the hatred knight Kiraidon, and this monster is Deboo Sakkiraidah"
Deboo Sakkiraidah: "Soccer... Must be... Hated!!!"
Keno: "Wait, your monster hates soccer balls. Why?"
Kiraidon: "I saw you and your new teammates fought against Deboo Spokorn and Dunk Destroyer. I must punish those kyoryugers by cursing them into the basketball players. Why? Because they kicked a basketball instead of using basketball skills in a soccer game. Now, I'm going to... " (Being attacked)
Kiraidon was attacked by Yayoi, Kyoryu Violet. However, Kiraidon tried to find a solution for kidnapping kyoryugers to practice basketball
Yayoi: "Run strikerangers. Me and my other teams fight those monsters"
Isagi: "I understand. Guys, retreat"
When Strikerangers retreated while extra Kyoryugers attacked Kiraidon and Deboo Sakkiraidah.
[At Kyoryuto stadium]
When Strikerangers arrived at Kyoryuto stadium, Isagi saw the basketball players who were from the future eating their meal.
Isagi: "Coach, who are those?"
Inamori: "I don't know who are they, but you should ask him first"
Isagi: (behind a basketball player) "Hey, who are you?"
Daigoro: "Huh, me? I'm Kiryu Daigoro. Nice to meet you"
Bachira: "Wait, I thought you have appeared in the series of Ohsama Sentai Kingohger. You can't do that"
Chigiri: "Is that Michael Jordan?"
Nick: "Michael? Who's Michael? I'm Nick Jordan"
Snarl: "You must be Strikerangers who punished kyoryugers to practice soccer, right?"
Bachira: "Not gonna lie, Kyoryugers aren't here"
Issac Yorkman: "Don't lie to us. Tell us what happened to our legends"our legends"
Daigoro: "Even my dad too"
Bachira: "Your dad?"
Isagi: "Who is he?"
Daigoro: "Daigo, a legendary basketball player. Did you hurt him?"
Nick: "Soccer isn't as cool as basketball. However, Dinosaurs are as wild and cool as the basketball that we play"
Bachira: (angered at the stupid basketball players) "WHO ARE YOU GUYS?"
Daigoro: "We are... "
The basketball players: "Zyuden Super-Dunk... Kyoryuger"
Isagi: "Kyoryuger. Who are you from?"
Daigoro: "We are from the future where the Dunkopolis is full of people who played basketball. Also, JBA or Jurassic Basketball Association still existed in our town"
Strikerangers were shocked when other kyoryugers from the future had the power of basketball instead of basketball
Daigoro: "We were helped by other sports tribes except for soccer. The Soccer Association only became a dark sport, called the striker terror, Strikerinator, which it's an organization that threats the world with soccer"
Isagi: "That's unforgivable. How did it ruin it?"
Daigoro: "Relax bro. Soccer is nonsense and the worst sport in Dunkopolis"
Chigiri: "Why?"
Daigoro: "If soccer became popular in Dunkopolis, the people of Dunkopolis would die, just like the dinosaurs that were exterminated by the meteor. Remember, basketball plus dinosaurs"
Bachira: "YOU CAN'T DO THAT"
Strikeranger's teammates: "Bachira"
Bachira: "HOW DARE YOU SUED SOCCER. YOU HAVE DONE WITH THAT, YOU MONSTROUS BASKETBALL PLAYERS"
[At Fifth sector headquarters]
Ishido met The hatred knight Kiraidon and his monster Deboo Sakkiraidah to force his troops to practice basketball.
Ishido: "So you want to force my troops to practice basketball, don't you?"
Kiraidon: "I appreciate that, my Lord. I just want to help you for defeating Strikerangers and kidnapping Kyoryugers"
Ishido: "Ah... That's a good plan. Joseph, create the monster. You are going to be helped by Kiraidon"
Joseph: "Yes my highness"
Kiraidon: "I'll make this new monster. You must be patient. I hate anyone who didn't keep to be patient, understand!"
Ishido: "I understand that"
[At Kyoryuto stadium]
Isagi and his teammates told Daigo and his crews about the new guests from the future.
Daigo: "WHAT, THEY ARE FROM THE FUTURE"
Nagi: "Yes, and they tried to find you in this place. You must hide"
Nobuharu: "How about practice soccer?"
Souji: "We still have it, but how are we hidden?"
Unfortunately, Daigoro and his teammates found the kyoryugers in the soccer stadium.
Daigoro: "Dad, oh thank goodness"
Daigo: "Wait, are you?"
Nick: "There you are, wait. HOW DARE YOU PRACTICE SOCCER"
kyoryugers were scolded by other kyoryugers from the future when they missed basketball skills.
Isagi: "I'm sorry coach, this is all my fault"
Inamori: "Fault? No, Daigoro did. I was preparing to give meals to Daigoro and his friends, but they went to the soccer stadium for not taking in the cafeteria instead"
Nagi: "What are gonna do?"
Bachira kept scolding future kyoryugers who scolded kyoryugers who practiced soccer. Suddenly, Ninningers appeared and hid kyoryugers from being scolded.
Isagi: "A ninja"
Inamori: "What are you doing in a soccer stadium, and who are you?"
Akaninger: "Hehe... Don't ask me, there are monsters in the city"
Isagi: "Wait, you saw those monsters who attacked the city"
Akaninger: "Enough talk. Just save people" (Hid and disappeared)
[At city]
People were screaming and ran away from the monsters. Kiraidon saw strikerangers who tried to stop
Isagi: "Not so fast, Kiraidon"
Kiraidon: "Strikerangers, I have something for you"
Isagi: "Didn't you give me something or what?"
Phone Destroyer tried to attack Strikerangers.
Isagi: "Who are you?"
Bachira: "This monster looks stupid"
Kiraidon: "This monster is based on an old phone. You can't escape from it" (Evil laugh) "Let's go Deboo Sakkiraidah"
Sakkiraidah: "Soccer must be hated by everyone"
Phone Destroyer: "You must find them first"
Suddenly, future kyoryugers appeared to ask Strikerangers where kyoryugers were.
Daigoro: "Isagi"
Nick: "Where are those stupid soccer players?"
Isagi: "If you guys don't find them, why don't you fight against those monsters?"
Nick: "I don't care. Soccer is super lame. It's the most horrible sport ever we've seen"
Isagi: "You might be wrong. Soccer is the most powerful thing in my life because it's the most popular sport in this era"
Isagi and his teammates transformed into Strikerangers.
Striker Red: "The Leader of the Striker, Striker Red"
Striker Blue: "The Technology of the Striker, Striker Blue"
Striker Yellow: "The Exceptional of the Striker, Striker Yellow"
Striker Green: "The Accelerating of the Striker, Striker Green"
Striker Black: "The Great of the Striker, Striker Black"
Striker Red: "We are the Strikers who protect the world from the evil forces"
Strikerangers: "Shuryu Sentai... Strikeranger"
Striker Red: "Don't skip the soccer match, or you will regret it."
Nick: "Skipping the soccer match. Huh, let's skip the soccer match."
Snarl: "You know what happened to our ancestor"
Amy Jasmine: "Sorry, I'm late. Did you find our ancestor"
Nick: "We had found them in a soccer stadium, but we didn't find them when Ninja hid them"
Striker Blue: "Ancestor. Who is the ancestor?"
Nick: "That's it. We are going to fight you"
Striker Blue: "What?"
When future Daigoro and his teammates transformed into new Kyoryugers, but before they transformed, they activated new Gaburevolver
Isahi: "Is that Gaburevolver?"
Daigoro: "No, that's Dunkoblaster, similar to Gaburevolver, we can transform into Kyoryugers"
Future kyoryugers: "Dunk Kyoryu change"
When they activated Dunkoblaster, the sound that was similar to Samba was too weird because it sounded like basketball-themed and beatbox.
Isagi: "What's that sound?"
Daigoro: "That's new Samba, it's a combination of Samba and cool music thing"
Future kyoryugers: "Fire!"
When future kyoryugers fired, the spirits of dinosaurs were playing basketball until they slammed dunk. Daigoro and his crews transformed into new Kyoryugers. they slammed dunk. Daigoro and his crews transformed into new Kyoryugers.
Future kyoryugers: "Zyuden Super-Dunk... Kyo.... Ryuger"
Striker Yellow: "Oh no"
Striker Blue: "That's not good"
Kiraidon: "Phone Destroyer, you detect where Kyoryugers hid"
Phone Destroyer: "OK, sir"
Striker Red: "Ok. Nagi and Keno attack those monsters, Bachira and Chigiri attack those future kyoryugers, and I'm going to follow those monsters"
Striker Blue: "I don't let those new kyoryugers win the war"
Strikerangers started to attack each two villains. However, Future kyoryugers tried to attack powerfully. Although, Strikerangers used their weapons to fight back.
[At garage]
When Kyoryugers were hidden, they sneaked inside the garage. Suddenly, Phone Destroyer detected them in the garage alone with Deboo Sakkiraidah.
Deboo Sakkiraidah: "WHERE ARE THEY?"
Phone Destroyer: "Don't worry. We must find them and curse them"
Suddenly, Striker Red arrived and tried to stop them.
Striker Red: "Not so fast, monsters. Don't let you hurt kyoryugers"
Phone Destroyer: "What??!! How dare you. Footba.... "
Deboo Sakkiraidah: "Dunkilisters, attack!"
Striker Red tried to attack the Dunkilisters, but no one helped him. Suddenly, a ninja arrived again and attacked Dunkilisters.
Striker Red: "Are you kidding me?"
Akaninger: "Don't worry. I'm going to take your enemies down"
Ninningers: "Shuriken Sentai... Ninninger"
Striker Red: "Ninninger. Awesome. Wait, I'm going to protect kyoryugers"
[At city]
Strikerangers were attacking each villain that Striker Red said, but they were attacked by them. Suddenly, the trains tried to attack each villain quickly.
Striker Yellow: "Who are you?"
ToQ 1go: "Sorry, I'm late. Do you want to have some tricks?"
toQ 1go attacked Kiraidon by shooting it.
Striker Green: "Yeah"
Striker Black: "Go ahead, Train boy"
Striker Blue: "Thank goodness"
Striker Yellow: "Yes, Finished it"
Dunk Kyoryu Blue: "That's as lame as soccer"
Dunk Kyoryu Red: "Well, let's... RETREAT"
Strikerangers were confused when future kyoryugers ran away from them
[At garage]
Striker Red struggled to fight monsters. Luckily, the ninningers helped him to fight them. Suddenly, other strikerangers were back after their villains were attacked.
Striker Yellow: "We are here"
Striker Red: "Guys. Thank goodness you are here"
Striker Blue: "Isagi, let's finish those monsters as soon as possible"
Strikerangers: (combining their weapons) "Hissatsu, Penalty Attack"
Phone Destroyer: (felt pain from being hit) "Ahh... This is impossible. Run away, Sakkiraidah" (Death from the explosion)
After Deboo Sakkiraidah ran away, Phone Destroyer enlarged himself. Strikerangers summoned their mechas to combine into Strikerkaizer. However, Phone Destroyer used a "Data attack" to attack Strikerkaizer.
Striker Yellow: "That's huge waves. What gonna we do?"
Striker Red: "How about merging from 5. Let's show you deserve"
Strikerangers summoned their other mechas to combine into Dai-Strikerkaizer.
Phone Destroyer: "Wait, what's that?"
Striker red: "Surprise monster jerk. Here's a gift for you"
Strikerangers: "Hissatsu, Penalty Finish"
After they used their finisher, Phone Destroyer was defeated once again.
[At Kyoryuto stadium]
Isagi and his teammates went to the stadium, but they something wrong with the kyoryugers who argued with Inamori about future ones
Isagi: "I'm back. What's going on?"
Inamori: "I can't believe why the monsters tried to hunt you"
Daigo: "I don't know, but we had been scolded by others from the future. That's an embarrassment"
Nobuharu: "We should go home now"
Inamori: "No, your punishments are still limited. If you leave, your partner will be lost forever"
Souji: "Don't be so dumb, Nossan"
Nobuharu: "Why did he forbid us to leave?"
Utsusemimaru: "You don't remember what the soccer entity said"
Nobuharu: "I almost forgot"
Amy: "What gonna we do now? We have been stuck forever"
Ian: "There is one way to left"
Daigo: "The only we can leave is to practice soccer for 10 years. That's too long, and my other crews will worry us"
Yayoi: "Don't worry Daigo. I have sent every email to your crews, so don't worry, they will be fine"
Bachira: "Wait, who is that guy who has train and rail on his face?"
Isagi: "And also who is Ninninger?"
Isagi and his teammates were confused about who is ToQger and Ninninger. However, they continued to tell what happened to kyoryugers. Eventually, the world was at peace and harmony. When someone who was a referee appeared, that would be more attention to strikerangers.
Striker 8: "The Referee's Secret"
[At Kyoryuto stadium]
Strikerangers were practicing soccer every day, and Isagi wondered who the future kyoryugers were. Inamori called the teammates when someone was coming.
Inamori: "Everyone, I have introduced him who is a referee"
Isagi: "Referee, doesn't that mean there is a new match?"
Inamori: "Come on, he just wants to test. Before that, I let him introduce"
Shinpano: "Thank you for letting me introduce. My name is Shinpano Taro, and I'm going to be a trainer if you are practicing soccer"
[Meanwhile at Fifth Sector Headquarters]
The Hateful Knight Kiraidon argued with Ishido when something tried to find a way to kidnap Kyoryuger rather than before. Joseph tried to make the monster stronger.
[At Kyoryuto]
Shinpano kept watching the players when they were practicing soccer. Inamori told him what happened to future kyoryugers
Inamori: "They (future kyoryugers) are from the future, and they tried to teach Daigo and his crews a lesson about basketball. However, The Kyoryugers were saved from being scolded by future ones. That's why they needed us"
Shinpano: "Why did kyoryugers need to practice soccer"
Inamori: "I'm going to ask Daigo to tell you about his story"
Inamori called Daigo to tell the story about his story. Suddenly
**Alerts activated**
Isagi: "What's that"
Shinpano: "There's an enemy that attacks the city. You guys are going to fight the monsters, and I watch those kyoryugers who still practice soccer."
Isagi and his teammates went to fight their enemies. While Shinpano kept watching Kyoryugers who still practiced soccer.
[At the city]
Strikerangers found the enemies, but there was no Destroyer.
Isagi: "Hey, where's Destroyer?"
Kiraidon: "Destroyer?" (Evil laughing) "I don't make it, but I can fight you. Sakkiraidah, attack those stupid strikers"
Deboo Sakkiraidah: "I'm gonna crush those strikers into pieces"
Strikerangers: "Striker Change" (Transforming into strikerangers)
Strikerangers attacked the enemies who tried to defeat them.
[At Kyoryuto stadium]
However, Shinpano heard when someone sneaked into the stadium.
Shinpano: "Do you hear something?"
Inamori: "I don't know, but something is wrong"
Chain Destroyer: (out from the ground, then evil laughing) "You can't escape from me, Kyoryugers, and you traitors, I'm going to steal them"
Daigo: "Wait, what are you going?"
Chain Destroyer: "SHUT UP. It's time to execute you"
Shinpano: "I won't let you steal them" (Shoot with Strika-magnum)
Chain Destroyer: "Ouch... Ouch... Ouch... Hey, what's that?"
Inamori: "Trainer Shinpano, you have... "
Shinpano: "You have the biggest risk, Destroyer. I'll give you a red card if you steal my students"
Inamori: "Wait, you look like a referee"
Shinpano: "Step aside, Coach Inamori. I'm going to stop Destroyer from kidnapping the players"
Shinpano attacked Chain Destroyer for kidnapping kyoryugers, and it ran away. However, he saw a chain that connected with it.
Shinpano: "Excuse me, Coach Inamori. I think this chain has a trap"
Inamori: "What do you mean?"
Daigo: "Guys, we have been tied with the chain"
Inamori: "We need to stop it before it's too late"
[At city]
Strikerangers started to attack enemies. However, Deboo Sakkiraidah tried to throw a basketball towards them. Striker Red tried to do the best way to defeat Sakkiraidah.
Striker Red: "You are too strong, Sakkiraidah, but I have something to trick you"
Deboo Sakkiraidah: "What is that, loser?"
Striker Red used guns that were borrowed from Striker Blue, which made Sakkiraidah to be defeated instantly. However, Kiraidon ran away along with Sakkiraidah who was helped by him. Suddenly, Chain Destroyer appeared and reported Kiraidon, but nothing to see anyone
Chain Destroyer: "Wait, where is my boss"
Striker Red: "Who are you?"
Chain Destroyer: "Me? Who are you?"
Striker Red: "The Leader of the Striker, Striker Red"
Striker Blue: "The Technology of the Striker, Striker Blue"
Striker Yellow: "The Exceptional of the Striker, Striker Yellow"
Striker Green: "The Accelerating of the Striker, Striker Green"
Striker Black: "The Great of the Striker, Striker Black"
Striker Red: "We are the Strikers who protect the world from the evil forces"
Strikerangers: "Shuryu Sentai... Strikeranger"
Striker Red: "Don't skip the soccer match, or you will regret it."
Chain Destroyer: "Skip the soccer match. What does that mean?"
Suddenly, future kyoryugers attacked strikerangers.
Daigoro: "Hey Strikerangers. Where is my father?"
Striker Red: "Daigoro!!"
Daigoro: "If you don't know where kyoryugers are, we will teach you a lesson"
Future kyoryugers: "Dunkyoryu Change"
**Sound new Samba with basketball-themed music**
Future kyoryugers: "Fired, slam dunk"
**Transformation of Future Kyoryugers**
Dunk Kyoryu Red: "The fanged Hero, Dunk... Kyoryu..."
Striker Blue: "Forget that roll call. Why do you attack us"
Dunk Kyoryu Blue: "Listen, idiots, I'm sick of those dino soccer rangers as our enemies. You've tortured our ancestors"
Striker Blue: "They aren't your ancestors. THEY ARE INNOCENT"
Dunk Kyoryu Green: "Oh yeah. You're gonna be lame after you are defeated"
Dunk Kyoryu Red: "That's gonna be wild and... "
However, Future Kyoryugers was attacked by a mysterious Strikeranger. Striker Red saw the silver ranger.
Striker Red: "What's that?"
Striker Blue: "A letter X on his head and torso, just like us, a soccer uniform"
Striker X: "I won't let you guys ruin their games. Go away, and never come back"
Future kyoryugers ran away because a mysterious ranger had stopped them from attacking strikerangers. Striker X had run away since Striker Red saw it back. With their weapons, Strikerangers were going to defeat Chain Destroyer
Strikerangers: (combining their weapons) "Hissatsu, Penalty Attack"
After Chain Destroyer was defeated, it enlarged into big until Strikerangers summoned their mechas to combine into Strikerkaizer. However, Strikerkaizer was tied by Chain Destroyer with chains. Luckily, Strikerkaizer was freed by Striker Raptor with its tail to cut the chains of Chain Destroyer.
Strikerangers: "Hissatsu, Penalty Finish"
Chain Destroyer: "You're gonna pay for that, like a paying Taxes" (Died from explosion)
[At Kyoryuto stadium]
The city was back to normal, and strikerangers were back to practicing soccer. However, many people scolded Daigo and his crew after using basketball skills to play in a soccer match.
Isagi: "What is going on?"
Inamori: "I have contracted with many managers from different sports to seize the trophies that some players of different sports won and supported kyoryugers. Looks like we have a new beginning for kyoryugers, right Shinpano?"
Shinpano: "Exactly, Kyoryugers had regretted using basketball skills in a soccer match because of Deboo Spokorn. Now, they have changed and continue to practice soccer instead of basketball. I'm not sure why future kyoryugers wanted to teach them a lesson, but who are ancestors?"
Bachira: "I think that's kyoryugers, right?"
Strikerangers: (gasp)
Nagi: "BACHIRA"
Keno: "How did you know that?"
Chigiri: "This is bad"
Isagi: "Bachira, how did you know that?"
Bachira: "I heard what happened to the ancestors of future kyoryugers, and I think that they must be kyoryugers. That's strange why kyoryugers became the heroic of Dunkopolis"
Isagi and his teammates explained about kyoryugers and their future basketball players that were different. Inamori didn't know how many trophies to other sports players who won and supported kyoryugers.
Striker 9: "Remembering and deserving"
[At Kyoryuto stadium]
Inamori had contracted with every member of the sports association to seize all prizes that were given by the teams who supported kyoryugers.
Isagi: "What is going on?"
Inamori: "I have contracted with many managers from different sports to seize the trophies that some players of different sports won and supported kyoryugers. Looks like we have a new beginning for kyoryugers, right Shinpano?"
Shinpano: "Exactly, Kyoryugers had regretted using basketball skills in a soccer match because of Deboo Spokorn. Now, they have changed and continue to practice soccer instead of basketball. I'm not sure why future kyoryugers wanted to teach them a lesson, but who are ancestors?"
Bachira: "I think that's kyoryugers, right?"
Strikerangers: (gasp)
Nagi: "BACHIRA"
Keno: "How did you know that?"
Chigiri: "This is bad"
Isagi: "Bachira, how did you know that?"
Bachira: "I heard what happened to the ancestors of future kyoryugers, and I think that they must be kyoryugers. That's strange why kyoryugers became the heroic of Dunkopolis"
Nagi: (heard when someone's stepping) "Do you hear that?"
Keno: "I don't know. Isagi, do you hear that?"
Isagi: "I heard someone"
Suddenly, They saw a lady who had a ponytail on her head, and he wore a business uniform.
Isagi: "Who are you?"
Pakunoda: "I'm a psychologist who can help anyone with feelings and mental. Also, I'm a Mnemologist, studying how people knew about the past"
Keno: "Mnemo... Logy"
Bachira: "Wait, you're the first Mnemologist. How do you do that?"
Pakunoda: "I'll explain later. Now, what happened?"
Inamori: "Ah... Ms. Pakunoda, could you tell these newborn soccer players what happened to them?"
Pakunoda: "Sure, I would help them"
Pakunoda was going to ask Daigo what happened to the kyoryugers. Pakunoda put her hand on Daigo's head, the transformation and duplication of the memories of Pakunoda was the same as the Hunter X Hunter version of Pakunoda.
Pakunoda: "I had to tell how many prizes the sports players won who supported kyoryugers. There are 9 prizes"
Inamori: "We need 9 more to get prizes to us. Wait, where's Shinpano?"
[At fifth sector headquarters]
Kiraidon: "Wait, are you sure if new kyoryugers contact you"
Ishido: "Please, these new Kyoryugers become our crew. Now, I'll tell Joseph to make more monsters. You should prepare to fight Strikerangers"
Kiraidon: "yes, your highness"
[At city]
Shinpano was waiting to fight new enemies. However, they didn't come to him.
Shinpano: "Where are the new enemies?"
Isagi: "Shinpano, there you are. I'm glad to see you where you are. However, why are you staying?"
Shinpano: "Nothing, I'm just walking to the supermarket"
Suddenly, future Kyoryugers appeared to fight their enemies.
Shinpano: "What are you doing?"
Daigoro: "Oh, strikerangers. I want to defeat you"
Nick: "You can't escape from us"
Snarl: "How dare you torture our ancestors"
Ian: "You won't be forgiven by the master of basketball"
Amy: "Yes, that's truth"
Shinpano: "I'll explain. I'm going to defeat you without nearly attacking you. Stay away strikerangers"
Shinpano transformed into Striker X when future Kyoryugers wanted to fight against him. Strikerangers realized that he was Striker X.
Striker X: "The secret players, Striker X"
Future kyoryugers transformed and roll call, and they changed their identity name from Zyuden Super Dunk Kyoryuger to Kyuryu Sentai Dunkranger (球竜戦隊ダンクレンジャー).
They, Dunkilisters, and Footballisters attacked him together.
[At Kyoryuto stadium]
Pakunoda still concentrated on how Kyoryugers were hated by many, and she wrote a note about what would happen if Kyoryugers were hated.
Pakunoda: "I have written about the history of Kyoryugers, and they got the huge risks since basketball was banned because of using basketball skills in a soccer game. They shouldn't do that"
Inamori: "Thank you for asking them about what happened in the past. I'll make some tea..."
Pakunoda: "No thanks, I am not drinking tea or coffee, I can get a glass of water and drink it instead. Due to using basketball skills in a soccer game, their mechas and zyudenchi had been seized by the mysterious angle that is similar to a soccer ball. I am going back to the mental hospital".
Inamori: "I appreciate that, I hope they will get fine"
Pakunoda went back to the hospital, and Inamori told kyoryugers that they should practice soccer for 10 years.
[At city]
Striker X fought future kyoryugers after they joined with fifth sector. Suddenly, The hatred knight Kiraidon and Deboo Sakkiraidah attacked him one by one.
Kiraidon: "You can't run or hide. These new crews had joined us to attack. You don't know where kyoryugers are"
Striker X: "I won't let you capture new players"
Suddenly, Strikerangers appeared to fight against his enemies
Striker Red: "The Leader of the Striker, Striker Red"
Striker Blue: "The Technology of the Striker, Striker Blue"
Striker Yellow: "The Exceptional of the Striker, Striker Yellow"
Striker Green: "The Accelerating of the Striker, Striker Green"
Striker Black: "The Great of the Striker, Striker Black"
Striker Red: "We are the Strikers who protect the world from the evil forces"
Strikerangers: "Shuryu Sentai... Strikeranger"
Striker Red: "Don't skip the soccer match, or you will regret it."
Strikerangers had summoned their mechas to combine into Dai-Strikerkaizer. However, Dunkrangers used zyudenchi to summon mechas combining into Dunk-Kyoryuzin
Striker Red: "What, is that?"
Bachira: "Kyoryuzin, but that wore a basketball uniform"
Dunk Kyoryu Red: "That's right. These giant mechas were created by the master of basketball, and also our ancestors"
Dunk Kyoryu Blue: "Our ancestors had been brainwashed because of you. Now, we want to get revenge"
Dai-Strikerkaizer attacked Dunk-Kyoryuzin when Dunkrangers knew what happened to their ancestors. However, Dai-Strikerkaizer had huge risks because the power of Dunk-Kyoryuzin was too powerful. Striker X summoned his mecha, Striker Dimetrodon, and Striker Stegosaurus to combine into Striker-X-Kaizer.
Striker X: "Hello, do you want to SOME CUP OF TEA?"
Daigoro: "What do you mean"
When Striker-X-Kaizer attacked Dunk-Kyoryuzin, Dunk-Kyoryuzin had been attacked by Striker-X-Kaizer's sword. After the Dunkrangers were defeated, strikerangers celebrated with him and were proud of him
[At Kyoryuto stadium]
Isagi and his teammates were back at the stadium. However, Shinpano hasn't returned since he defeated Dunkrangers.
Chigiri: "I can't believe why Dunkrangers joined the fifth sector"
Nagi: "I don't know"
Keno: "Nothing, but I'm not sure why future kyoryugers joined the fifth sector"
Bachira: "Me either. Isagi, do you ever know why future kyoryugers join our villain"
Isagi: "I don't know why they did, but we should practice soccer before the soccer tournament was started"
Eventually, Isagi and his teammates figured out why future kyoryugers joined their villains. Another person who was a soccer player from the future and threatened Dunkrangers.
Striker 10: "Lost hope, Rebuild it"
[at Kyoryuto stadium]
The Strikerangers were practicing soccer for the semifinal match. Suddenly, someone came from the future who everyone knew about soccer.
Isagi: "Bachira, let's take a break. I want to ask you guys how those new kyoryugers joined villains"
Bachira: "I don't know whether they joined or not, but we should talk to the coach, maybe he knows about everything"
Keno: "I think that won't be easy. He hadn't told the story to them, and we don't know about that"
Nagi: (seeing a mysterious guy) "What is that guy?"
Isagi: "I'm gonna ask"
???: "Stay away!!"
Isagi: "Who are you?"
A mysterious guy was a Deathstriker, an unknown from the future
Deathstriker: "I'm Deathstriker, and I'm a villain of Kyoryuger"
Daigo: "Me, why?"
Deathstriker: "Not you, but the new generation"
Chigiri: "You mean Daigoro, Nick... "
Deathstriker: "Yes, they are basketball player, and I want to take over the world with soccer, but failed"
Isagi: "Can you tell the story of what happened to you?"
Deathstriker: "Sure, I'm going to tell you about that"
(Story beginning)
People who were at peace on earth and sports were normal. A soccer player's name was Keruno Daiichiro (大一郎 蹴ル野), a famous soccer player in the world.
Suddenly, basketball became popular because of kyoryugers who supported the basketball players. Soccer became darker, and he wouldn't no longer become a soccer player. Therefore, soccer was about to death
He wanted to take revenge on basketball, but every sport could help basketball heroes fight against soccer. He wanted to create an underground and formed an organization called The Death Robotic Force Strikerz.
(The end of the story)
Deathstrike: "That's why soccer was betrayed by everyone. Therefore, soccer becomes a dark sport, and nobody plays it like an economic crisis"
Chigiri: "So, anyone before became the Deathstriker are you, Daiichiro"
Deathstriker: "Yes"
When Deathstriker's true name came, everyone was shocked because of Chigiri
Daiichiro: "I'm the only one who became the villain of Kyoryuger, but I need your help"
Suddenly when the alert was on, strikerangers engaged to go outside. Inamori was behind Deathstriker when he wanted to ask him
Inamori: "Who are you?"
Daiichiro: "I'm Deathstriker, and I'm from the future. I need to fight kyoryugers who played basketball"
Inamori: "I knew about that, and they were from the future. Maybe they try to teach their ancestors a lesson about... "
Daiichiro: "Their ancestors what? Who are they?"
Inamori: "Former kyoryugers, that's why Daigo decided to play basketball against Spokorn. Now, we will talk about him"
[At city]
Strikerangers went to the place where enemies attacked it. When they saw a monster in disguise power.
Isagi: "Destroyer, you can't escape from us"
Dummy Destroyer: "Haha... There you are, strikerangers. Now, I'm going to fight you with my power of performance"
Chigiri: "Wait"
Isagi: "Performance?"
Dummy Destroyer summoned Footballisters to attack strikerangers, and also it used the power of copying to copy anyone into his similarities.
Suddenly on the other side, Dunkrangers prepared to attack strikerangers too.
Daigoro: "You want to fight back. OK, I'll gonna stop you now"
Dunkrangers: "Dunk time! Kyoryu Change"
(Transformation of Dunkranger)
Kyoryu Red: "The Fanged Brave, Dunk Kyoryu Red!"
Kyoryu Black: "The Bullet Brave, Dunk Kyoryu Black!"
Kyoryu Blue: "The Armored Brave, Dunk Kyoryu Blue!"
Kyoryu Green: "The Slashing Brave, Dunk Kyoryu Green!"
Kyoryu Pink: "The Horned Brave, Dunk Kyoryu Pink!"
Dunkrangers: "Kyuryu Sentai... Dunk... Ranger"
Kyoryu Red: "It's gonna be pro-wild, try not to stop me"
Kyoryu Blue: "You can't escape from us, huh? You have tortured our ancestors"
Striker Blue: "Wait, WHY DID YOU RUIN OUR SPORT? SOCCER ISN'T MEANT TO EXTERMINATE HUMANS LIKE DINOSAURS."
Striker Yellow: "Yes, how dare you blame Daiichiro?"
Kyoryu Green: "You can't believe it or not, Basketball and dinosaurs are now pros"
Striker Red: "This is unforgivable. This is a game, not politicians"
Kyoryu Black: "Politicians? How many times when you hurt our ancestors? Michael Jordan isn't going to be happy about this"
Striker Blue: "I'M GONNA BURN YOU ALL... "
Striker Yellow: "Bachira!!"
Striker Green: "Calm down Bachira"
Striker Red: "OK. Nagi and Keno, you fight against Dunkranger. While Bachira and Chigiri are fighting Dummy Destroyer."
Striker Black: "You got that"
Striker Green: "Take care of your team"
[In Kyoryuto stadium]
Daiichiro argued with Inamori about how to fight his enemies. Inamori had plans to fight, including calling new players.
Shinpano: "Did you just call me?"
Inamori: "I need your help to fight against another hero who blamed soccer"
Shinpano: "Blaming soccer? How did everyone hate you?"
Daiichiro: "I know, but we will talk about it later"
Shinpano: "I understand, I'm going to stop evil forces"
[At city]
Strikerangers were fighting the enemies on their sides, but Strikerangers struggled to fight because they were less than their enemies.
Striker Red: "How... Could this?"
Kyoryu Red: "What? Will you give up after this? Now, where are our ancestors?"
Striker Blue: "Never, if you find them, their mechas will die"
Kyoryu Blue: "Die. No, we will take the soccer God down"
Striker Red: "What?"
[Flashback]
Daigo: "If we still play basketball, our partners will be sent to the dimension"
[Another flashback]
Daiichiro: "Soccer became even darker, and no one called it again. They call it a 'death ball' instead"
[After flashback]
Striker Red: "Daigo, Daiichiro, and everyone knows that if soccer is gone, nobody will enjoy other sports, as well as we will die after that. Soccer becomes part of the sport, and it never is betrayed by the rest of the people. You must understand what will happen in our future and the future of soccer"
Kyoryu Red: "I see, but I always betray it... " (Being attacked by Striker X) "What was that?"
Shinpano: "Hey, you have violated the rules of sports. You must go to hell after defeating you. Shuryu Change" (Transformed into Striker X)
Striker Red: "Shinpano"
Kyoryu Red: "Oh no"
Kyoryu Green: "That's not good"
Striker X: "Come on, Strikerangers. We are going to fight against those ridiculous rangers"
Kyoryu Red: "What did you say that?" (Saw Dunkranger's enemies) "Deathstriker!"
Kyoryu Pink: "Oh no, he has joined the strikerangers"
Deathstriker: "Isagi is right, Soccer becomes part of the sport, and it is never betrayed by everyone else. I'm going to summon my soldiers"
Striker Red: "You brought some soldiers"
Deathstriker: "Yes, check this out"
Suddenly, Deathstriker summoned his soldiers called Strikeroids, which were Dunkranger's enemies.
Deathstriker: "A darkness of soccer, Deathstriker"
Striker Red: "The Leader of the Striker, Striker Red"
Striker Blue: "The Technology of the Striker, Striker Blue"
Striker Yellow: "The Exceptional of the Striker, Striker Yellow"
Striker Green: "The Accelerating of the Striker, Striker Green"
Striker Black: "The Great of the Striker, Striker Black"
Striker Red: "We are the Strikers who protect the world from the evil forces"
Strikerangers: "Shuryu Sentai... Strikeranger"
Striker Red: "Don't skip the soccer match, or you will regret it."
Deathstriker: "The victory won't be yours, loser"
Dummy Destroyer: "Come on, why are those... Forget that, FOOTBALLISTERS!!"
Kyoryu Red: "Dunkilisters, attack!"
That was the great war between Strikerangers and Dunkrangers. Strikerangers used their weapons to fight against their enemies.
Deathstriker: "Kyoryugers, so long not to see you. How many times did you defeat my monsters?"
Kyoryu Red: "Don't need to count. We want to stop you"
Strikerangers and Dunkrangers were still fighting. Other sentais wanted to fight evil rangers as well.
ToQger and Ninninger were fighting against evil Rangers when Strikerangers were in danger. When the enemies had faded, Strikerangers used their weapons to combine into a cannon, but Striker X wanted to finish their enemies with his power
Striker X: "Strikee finisher, Red-Yellow signal. Red, you're violating the rules. Strike attack"
After Dummy Destroyer was defeated as well as Dunkrangers, it enlarged, but Dunkrangers had retreated after that. Strikerangers summoned their mechas to combine into Strikerkaizer. Also, Striker X summoned Striker Dimetrodon, Stegosaurus, and Ankylosaurus to combine into Striker-X-Kaizer. Strikerkaizer and Striker-X-Kaizer fought the giant Dummy Destroyer.
Striker Yellow: "Why is this monster too strong"
Striker Red: "You can't win this. Take that"
Strikerkaizer freed from Dummy Destroyer's special techniques. Striker-X-Kaizer was going to finish it.
Striker X: "Shuryu finisher, Slashing kick X"
When Striker X used the finisher, and Striker-X-Kaizer finisher the monster, Dummy Destroyer had been defeated once again. Deathstriker was going to the future after that because soccer became part of soccer.
[At Kyoryuto stadium]
Daigo: "I know about soccer that's part of the sport and never separate from it. Thanks to Daiichiro, I can still enjoy playing soccer"
Nobuharu: "Daigo, your shoelaces"
Daigo: "Oh, you're right. I'm gonna tie it up again"
Amy: "Where is he?"
Isagi: "They went to the future after we defeated the monsters and the Dunkrangers. Therefore, that soccer is part of the sports is a key to harmony"
So, Strikerangers brought back peace for every humankind as well as former kyoryugers (Daigo, Nobuharu, Ian, Souji, Amy, and Utsusemimaru). However, in the Fifth Sector
[In the Fifth Sector headquarters]
Kiraidon: (frustrated) "HOW STRIKERANGERS WON THE WAR? WHY DID YOU LOST THAT"
Daigoro: "Your Highness, I apologize for doing this"
Ishido: "Maybe you should fight them next time. Now, Joseph will argue with another who joined him. That will soon strikerangers is going to be defeated"
Joseph: "You got that, Umaruno Ginga"
Umaruno Ginga (宇丸野銀牙): "I understand, I'm going to join just like my friend, and I'm going to finish stupid soccer players"
Striker 11: "Strike bustin' up"
[In city]
Strikerangers won the semifinal and decided to practice more. Suddenly, a teen was standing by the wall.
Isagi: "Who are you?"
Teen: "I don't have nothing, so go away"
Isagi was confused if he didn't know what the teen was doing.
[In Kyoryuto Stadium]
Chigiri: "We won because of the kyoryugers"
Daigo: (depressed)
Bachira: "What's wrong, Daigo?"
Daigo: "Gabutyra, Stegochi, Parasagun, as well as Zyudenryu and zyudenchi, were seized after we were hated by the people when we disrespected the sports. I regret that I had used basketball skills in a soccer game. Now, I remember how soccer and basketball don't mix well"
After Strikerangers understood what Daigo said.
[In Fifth Sector Headquarters]
Umaruno Ginga, who disgusted as the teen discussed the Dunkrangers (new Kyoryugers).
Umaruno: "We have found our ancestors in Kyoryuto stadium"
Daigoro: "So they are practicing soccer as being tortured by the evil soccer players"
Nick: "I don't let them ruin our lives"
Snarl: "They must be strikerangers who tortured our ancestors playing soccer instead of playing basketball. We must defeat them and teach our ancestors a lesson"
Amy: "Come on, we are cool guys. How about calling cool people to fight against them, so our ancestors will be taught"
Ian: "How about kidnapping them"
Snarl: "Oh. How about killing the coach of the strikerangers, so the strikerangers will be stopped in the process"
Umaruno Ginga: "I think you guy's ideas are always wrong. Listen, I have something"
[At Kyoryuto stadium]
Strikerangers were practicing to win the soccer frontier. When Shinpano heard, he went outside and checked it.
Shinpano: "What do you want?"
Unknown: "Could you ask the coach to come to us?"
Shinpano: "Who are you?"
Unknown: "Don't tell me my name, just asking him"
When Shinpano called Inamori to come here outside, he asked him when there was a trap.
Shinpano: "There is a trap outside, Coach Inamori"
Inamori: "A trap. I'll ask security to see where the traps are"
Shinpano and Inamori went to the security room, and Inamori asked security to check it.
Security: "We can't see if this camera is hit"
Shinpano asked Inamori to go outside and guarded him from harm. When they were outside, Shinpano kept his eye on Inamori, but when the fog came, they decided to go outside. However, the lights in the stadium were turned off.
Shinpano: "Hold your back, coach"
When the lights were turned on, Shinpano realized that Inamori was kidnapped, but he saw a letter on the bottom.
Shinpano: (read the letter) "Hey you. We have kidnapped the coach to torture our ancestors. If you want the coach back, trade us with kyoryugers. If you don't, we will give him death meat" (Stopped reading)
When Shinpano reported Strikerangers when Inamori had been kidnapped.
Isagi: "Wait, What! Our coach has been kidnapped"
Bachira: "And trade with dunkrangers. That's not fair"
Shinpano: "If we don't trade with them, our coach will be given a death meat, and we will give up on becoming soccer players"
Nagi: "That's not fair. If we trade with the Dunkrangers, mechas of the kyoryugers will be sent to the dimension and turned into anthropomorphic beings"
Chigiri: "What gonna we do now"
Shinpano had a plan that Kyoryugers wouldn't abandon the team of strikerangers.
[At the city]
Dunkrangers were waiting for strikerangers to trade with them. Shinpano came to them to trade with them. He brought 6 people who wore bags on their faces.
Nick: "What is that dude?"
Shinpano: "I brought those kyoryugers to you. Please, get the coach back to me"
Umaruno: "Is this a trap or truth?"
Shinpano: "No need to ask"
Umaruno: "There is something that can trap us. Please, tell the truth"
Shinpano: "Fine. Kyoryugers, go with them"
Kyoryugers went to Dunkrangers what Shinpano said.
Shinpano: "Don't open their masks. Just take the coach to me"
Daigoro: "Ok. Now, Dad, we are going to practice basketball"
Nick: "You're idiots. You must practice basketball right now"
Dunkrangers went with the Kyoryugers after trading with Shinpano, but Umaruno fought him when there was something.
Umaruno: "Guys, You should take their masks right now"
When Dunkrangers took the masks, the kyoryugers had vanished as well and the coach vanished too.
Daigoro: "Where are kyoryugers?"
Shinpano: "How did you know that?"
Umaruno: "I knew that you lied to us. Looks like you have a bad omen right now. DUNKYORYU CHANGE!" (Activated the Zyu-Dunk-Chi) "I'll finish this"
[At Kyoryuto stadium]
Ninningers who disguised as the kyoryugers finally took Inamori back to the strikerangers. Takaharu needed Shinpano's help when Dunkrangers tried to attack him.
[At the city]
Dunkyoryu Gold (Umaruno): "Where are you going, liar?"
Shinpano: (disguised as the old man who ate ramen)
Dunkyoryu Gold: (Took a hat on the Shinpano) "HAHA. GOTCHA"
Dunkyoryu Gold finally captured Shinpano by using a Basketball capsule.
Dunkyoryu Gold: "You have been arrested for life. Now, Where are kyoryugers?"
Suddenly, Strikerangers saw Shinpano who was captured by Dunkyoryu Gold.
Isagi: "What have you done with Shinpano?"
Dunkyoryu Gold: "So you are kyoryugers. Now who's gonna fight with me?"
(Strikerangers transformed)
Striker Red: "The Leader of the Striker, Striker Red"
Striker Blue: "The Technology of the Striker, Striker Blue"
Striker Yellow: "The Exceptional of the Striker, Striker Yellow"
Striker Green: "The Accelerating of the Striker, Striker Green"
Striker Black: "The Great of the Striker, Striker Black"
Striker Red: "We are the Strikers who protect the world from the evil forces"
Strikerangers: "Shuryu Sentai... Strikeranger"
Striker Red: "Don't skip the soccer match, or you will regret it."
Dunkyoryu Gold: "JUST SKIP THE SOCCER MATCH, LOSER"
Striker Red: "Guys, I'm gonna fight with this"
Striker Yellow: "Keep going"
Striker Blue: "Go ahead, Captain"
When Strikerangers were attacked by Dunkrangers, Dunkrangers told them where Kyoryugers were.
Striker Red: "Why did you capture him?"
Dunkyoryu Gold: "Because I used my detection bracelet to detect anywhere. Will you defeat me or not?"
Striker Red fought against Dunkyoryu Gold to capture Shinpano for no reason. Strikerangers still attacked Dunkrangers when they stopped them for kidnapping. When Dunkrangers was attacked by another Sentai, Strikerangers saw Ninningers attack Dunkrangers. Meanwhile, Striker Red still attacked Dunkyoryu Gold, but Dunkyoryu Gold was stronger than him and defeated him, Striker Red dodged the basketball when Dunkyoryu Gold threw it.
Dunkyoryu Gold: "You're clever, huh? But, I'll be back, and take this basketball capsule"
Striker Red: "Go away, you evil predictor"
When Dunkyoryu Gold lied to Striker Red, Dunkyoryu Gold summoned Pteradunk to transform into Pteradunk-oh. Dunkyoryu Gold summoned Pteradunk to transform into Pteradunk-oh.
Dunkyoryu Gold: (Evil laughing) "Looks like I lie to you. Check the basketball capsule"
Striker Red: "What? It's empty"
Dunkyoryu Gold: "You mean this" (Hold a basketball capsule with Shinpano inside) "I switched it with an empty one"
Suddenly, Shurikenjin hit Pteradunk-oh for lying to Striker Red
Dunkyoryu Gold: "Go away, you lame ninja. I don't want to let you destroy my life"
Striker Red: (Saw his crewmates) "Everyone, you're back"
Striker Blue: "Everything is fine"
Striker Green: "Isagi, can we join us to fight that?"
Striker Red: "I can't ignore you now. Let's combine"
Strikerangers: "Shuryu Gattai"
Strikerangers summoned their mechas to combine into Strikerkaizer Bronto-Raptor. Pteradunk-oh realized that he was gonna be bet by Strikerkaizer Bronto-Raptor.
Dunkyoryu Gold: "Wait, is that?"
Striker Red: "Wanna surprise? Take Shinpano to us"
Dunkyoryu Gold: "Fine"
Dunkyoryu Gold broke the basketball capsule to release Shinpano.
Dunkyoryu Gold: "I'm surrendering"
Striker Red: "Hissatsu"
Strikerangers: "Strike penalty attack"
Strikerkaizer had defeated Pteradunk-oh with a Strike penalty attack.
[At Kyoryuto stadium]
Daigo: "That was a closed one. If we were real, our mecha would die"
Keno: "Come on. Shinpano had a plan"
Inamori: "Shinpano, how did you find any idea so Kyoryugers won't be kidnapped"
[Flashback]
Nagi: "That's not fair. If we trade with the Dunkrangers, mechas of the kyoryugers will be sent to the dimension and turned into anthropomorphic beings"
Chigiri: "What gonna we do now"
Takaharu: "Did someone say trade"
Shinpano: "Ninja. That's very clever"
Takaharu: "We're ninja, we can't disguise... "
Shinpano: "Don't worry, I take those clothes. Wear it and hide"
[Post-flashback]
Shinpano: "That's why I discovered that ninjas can hide from the enemy"
Inamori: "Why don't you give them salaries"
Shinpano: "I don't know when I gave them salaries"
Bachira: "Don't worry, we have given them salaries"
Once strikerangers defeated Dunkrangers who tried to kidnap Kyoryugers for practicing soccer. Would Strikerangers end Dunkrangers or still conflict with them?
#Shuryu Sentai Strikeranger#Strikeranger#Dunkranger#Kyuryu Sentai Dunkranger#Ninninger#ToQGer#ressha sentai toqger#shuriken sentai ninninger#Super Sentai#Original Sentai#zyuden sentai kyoryuger#kyoryuger#Series#Soccer
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'Little' -Paul Lahote.
IM BACK!
This was not requested in anyway shape or form I just.... Wanted it, im sorry and its a fill in😭.
I WILL FINISH REQUESTS!
Paul Lahote x Fem!Oc
(warnings: ddlg)
ENJOY!
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Aila was 18 and a little.
People judged her because she didnt want to act like a "big girl" is how her judgemental parents put it but she saw no wrong in what she wanted.
She wanted to be herself and to have fun but more importantly... To feel wanted.
And that soon came 9months ago when the love of her life walked in her music shop and changed everything for her.
Flashback...
The bell above the door rang meaning someone has entered to buy something or just to look.
In came a group of tan boys laughing and horse playing a little but stopped soon to look at records.
Aila sat quietly, she didnt even say welcome. She wasnt trying to be rude she just didnt want the attention right now.
Not after her parents ranted and raved about how she dressed like a child to work today.
She wore a lilo and stitch shirt and white over-all's with blue sneakers and her shoulder length brown hair in big pigtails as her bang hanged.
All she wanted was to be her self and her parents didnt get it.
The slim buff tan guy (Embry) went near the indie records while a huge buff man (Jacob) walked near ths rock records.
Then she notice a boy that was really beautiful looking to her (Paul) almost everywhere like he didnt know what he was looking for.
He wasnt super slim like the first guy but wasnt huge like the other one, he was still bigger then her 5'0 figure though.
He stood about 6'8, pretty plump lips and had a jawline as sharp as glass.
Aila didnt release she was staring until the boy started back but with... love?
All of a sudden the girl felt this tug on her frame that pull her to him.
She cleared her throat and pretended to be busy with the register so she wouldnt be so obvious but she was to late.
The trio of boys walk to the counter with their records in hand and placed it there to pay.
"Will this be all?" Aila asked glently.
Her voice broke chills down Paul's back, he wondered how ones voice could be so soft.
"Yes"
"I like your shirt" the mystery boy spoke.
The two boys next to Paul was kind of was surprised that he was complimenting a girl instead of getting her number first or sleeping with her.
I mean, thats what the young jock was best for in and out of school.
Aila blushed lightly as she rung up the last record for the boys.
"Thank you..." She said locking eyes with Paul again, once more feeling that tug to be near him.
"...umm that'll be $30.45" her cheeks were now the same color of the brightest red apple.
Jacob handed her $40 but told her to keep the change.
"Thank you" she said handing them the bag with their things in it.
"No, Thank You!" Jacob said winking at Paul and laughing with Embry.
'Whats funny?' She thought and tilted her head.
Paul knew he imprinted but he definitely didnt like how his friends were making a joke of it.
Jacob and Embry left out the door still laughing leaving Paul and Aila to them selfs.
"Sorry... Bout them, they're weirdos" Paul said still mugging the door as if his friends were still there.
"Its fine, I'm Aila, Aila Yorkman" she said sticking her hand out for him to shake.
"Paul, Paul Lahote" the wolf said taking his huge hand to shake for small one.
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End of flashback.
Paul now knew she was a little and took it with joy, Aila thought he would be weirded out by her.
But she was happy he wasnt because if her own soul mate didnt accept her then what would she do.
Aila also now knew about the pack and vampires, she couldnt lie when and say she wasnt stuck when she released she had been kissing and hugged up with a hot headed , 6 foot wolf.
When they're with the pack Paul tends to be on egg shells.
Not only because he knew they're heightened strength and didn't want the boys to overpower her small figure but because they're dorks too.
He also added to NEVER make jokes about her being a little because she was sensitive to the subject.
None the least, everyone welcomed the little in to the pack with opened arms.
Especially Emily, Emily looked at Aila as a daughter figure and couldn't stand the way her parents treated her all because of what she was.
So with no questions asked Emily happily took on the role as a mother figure to the small girl.
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Aila stood on her tippy toes trying to get the can of peanut butter from the top shelf.
She had been trying to reach it for the past 4 minutes all by herself.
Paul was on patrol so it was just her in the house they shared not to far from Emilys with they're husky puppy named Julie.
Paul insisted that his imprint moved in with him after her parents burned all of her "childish" shirts and called her nothing 4 months ago.
He couldn't stand the way his lover called him at 4 a.m. with tears streaming down her face.
His heart broke in two, in the matter of 5 minutes he was at Aila's window and since then they've live together.
The small girl finally stop trying as tears brimmed her eyes.
"Oh my gosh, come on" she whined.
Her last resort was to call somebody because if she got on the counter she would be scared to jump down.
The counter was pretty tall for a barely five foot girl.
"Daddy" she mumbled repeatedly as she search for her phone.
After 3 minutes ahe finally found her phone and dialed Pauls number.
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Paul walked through to woods with Embry , Quil and Jared as he felt his phone vibrate as to say someone was calling
He looked at his screen to see 'little wolf🐺' spread across it.
He answered on the 3rd ring.
"Whats wrong pup" he spoke now coming to a stop.
Jared stopped and looked at his bestfriend as Embry and Quil continued to search for anything out of place.
"D-daddy i cant get the jar a-and-" she said now in tears because she was just a emotional girl and she was hungry.
Jared chuckled and shook his head when he heard his pack sister cry because of her short people problems.
"Wow, princess. Breathe"
He heard her tiny hiccups as Jared gestured for him to go to his imprint.
Paul gladly went to see why his baby was crying.
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Recensione #48 - La strega di Yorkland di Fabrizio Braggion
Recensione #48 – La strega di Yorkland di Fabrizio Braggion
La strega di Yorkman è un romanzo di Fabrizio Braggion, pubblicato da Pegasus Edition.
Jason si è trasferito nella città di Yorkland insieme ai suoi genitori e al loro cane Rocky. È un ragazzo gentile e dolce. Essendo appena arrivato in città, viene preso di mira da Chris e il suo gruppo.
La madre è molto invadente e lo tratta ancora come un bambino, facendogli fare brutta figura con i…
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New York Giants icon Eli Manning set to retire after 16 NFL seasons
Manning, 39, to announce retirement on Friday, ESPN reportsTwo-time Super Bowl champion played 16 seasons in New YorkManning to walk away with career record of 117-117 as a starterNew York Giants quarterback Eli Manning will announce his retirement from professional football after 16 seasons, the team announced Wednesday.
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Magnum Opus: Chapter 26
You can read Chapter 26 on Ao3 Here
Chapter 26:
He called Jack Crawford.
Within twenty minutes, he arrived. Within thirty, the rest of his unit arrived, scouring the place and establishing a perimeter. Will was handcuffed, whisked away in the back of the FBI vehicle where he was deposited in a very familiar room, although this time he was chained to the small cuff on the table rather than speculating how it’d feel. Now, he didn’t have to imagine. He was very much the criminal, as far as the FBI was concerned. In truth, he was thankful for the restraints. His eyes burned with the liquid fire that crept through his veins, and he desperately needed an aspirin.
“Where’s Abigail, Will,” Jack asked, sitting across from him. “You called me, so I can only assume that you want to confess.”
“I don’t know where Abigail is,” said Will, watching his hands. “I called because I’m scared.”
“Scared?” Jack prompted curtly.
“I’m being set up, Agent Crawford.”
“Set up,” Jack repeated, derision clear in his voice. He stood and paced the length of the room at a leisurely stroll; it was an intimidation tactic, one to try and remind the person in question that the FBI would gladly waste their time. Will didn’t have the heart to tell Jack that he’d lost so much time, this was nothing. “So you’re saying it was a set up that we found the remains of Charlie Yorkman in your barn, as well as human remains in your fishing lures?”
Shock. Shock, shock, shock, shock, shock.
“Yes,” he forced himself to say, slow and sure. His headache pulsed, ricocheted across his forehead to nestle deep in his temple. Whatever the doctors had given him, it was long since gone and faded.
“And it’s a set up that you came to with the blood of Abigail Hobbs on your hands, in the very place that Garrett Jacob Hobbs and Marissa Schurr died?”
“Hannibal Lecter set me up, Agent Crawford,” Will said, and it was the same sort of silence that met him when he first sat across from the FBI and told them about Jared. It was the same silence he’d endured when his father’s new personality had run out of things to say, the same silence that Hannibal had left him with when he called him to cry that he’d killed Nicholas Boyle.
Except he hadn’t killed Nicholas Boyle. That was the problem.
“Your therapist set you up,” Jack said, a mocking curl to his lip. He rounded on Will and leaned on the table, getting far too close. Will blinked rapidly and looked down, forcing himself to focus on his inhales and his exhales.
“He’s not my therapist. He’s still in grad school,” Will replied. “He killed those people, and he’s framing me for it.”
“And why would he do a thing like that when he’s supposedly helping you get a better grasp on your psyche?” Jack asked, leaning in closer. He was close enough to kiss, to bite. He was close enough to choke, to kill. Behind him, Jared Freeman shook his head to Will, warningly.
Now’s not the time.
“Because he wanted to see what I’d do,” Will murmured. “He’s the sadistic, intelligent psychopath that you’ve been looking for, not me.”
“Oh, and he just…told you this?” Jack waved a hand flippantly. He didn’t move away. Will blinked and forced himself to look into his eyes, gritting his teeth at the warning bells in his head, danger, danger, danger.
“I figured it out,” he whispered. “You kept asking me to get into his head, and when I finally did, I figured out the very thing that you couldn’t.”
“Or maybe you’ve just been running a game that finally caught up to you,” Jack replied.
“If I was really your guy, do you think I’d have been so careless?” Will asked, and as another wave of heat washed over him, he leaned back. He tried to appear defiant, rebellious; he really, truly did. It was difficult though, when his heart was constricting so tightly that breathing became too labored. He swayed and leaned towards the table, and Jack moved away from him, glaring.
“Even the best of you twisted minds make mistakes. You’re just upset that I found out.”
“You’re just upset,” Will managed, leaning forward to press his forehead into his clammy hands, “that the dog you kept sending out to track hunters found one that you’re too blind to see.”
“We’ll tell that to Abigail, then.” Jack left him then, and he didn’t return. Will figured that it was another mind game, but after the hours drained from him, he realized that out of all of the games to play, it was a very good one. These were not the minutes that slipped from fingers that held too tight; these were the seconds that ticked, ticked, ticked with total awareness. His mind throbbed with his heartbeat, and his head bobbed as he tried to nod, nod, nod off. They were going to let him die in here. They were going to let him die.
Hannibal was going to let them kill him.
“Hannibal,” he murmured, and he shifted in his chair, head buried in his hands. Hannibal, the devil in the shadows. Hannibal, the liar. Hannibal, the puppet master. Hannibal, the murderer.
“He’s eating them, you know.”
Hannibal the Cannibal. The name had a ring to it, a title rather than a true name. Will laughed into his hands, timing them on the off-beat of the pain that spread from his neck and up, locking him into such a position that his muscles cramped with the effort. The seconds dripped. The seconds froze. He shook his head, to better dispel the illusions of the man that he’d not only been intimate with but practically thrown himself at, desperate for that sort of closeness that you only get to share with someone that saw you when no one else could.
At the thought of Hannibal’s hands on him, Will rubbed his hands on the table to try and scrape the essence off of him. He could see them, small brands that marked him as sullied, tainted by the touch of a person that once stood over the corpse of an innocent person and kissed him.
“No,” Will said calmly, rubbing his palms on his jeans. “No.”
It was true, though. In the frosted, cool morning, Hannibal had pulled him to his feet, blood spread across their skin, and caressed his face, crooning dark, intoxicating words. Hook, line, and sinker. Will was the worst sort of fisherman, one who couldn’t see the lure until it was too late, one that saw the sights of the gun only to find that he was standing in front of the target.
“This isn’t real,” he whispered, and Garrett Jacob Hobbs sat across from him, bits of flesh hanging, an eye plucked out from where the maggots got to it. He grinned, exposing the chunks of rotten skin that still held on.
“It’s real, Will,” Hobbs assured him, and he reached across the wrap his hands around Will’s throat. “This time, you’re not getting out of this alive.”
A blue light flashed, and the darkness swallowed him whole.
-
He woke to a lulling, gentle voice. Its cadence was that of an old violin –warm, full-bodied. There was something comforting about it, and dizzying images of a small balcony, just two people and the stars. He opened his eyes, the stark white ceiling above dancing with how it had felt to be so daring to kiss a girl he knew he’d never have.
“What are you reading?” he croaked. He turned his head to look at Alana sitting beside the bed.
“Flannery O’Connor,” she replied, lifting the book up. She looked tired, fine spider web lines around her eyes that attested to a not so restful day. “I loved it so much as a girl that I tried to raise peacocks like she did in the book.”
“I didn’t know that it was legal to own peacocks,” Will said. He focused on her face, on eyes softened with familiarity, rather than the handcuffed wrist that rested in the same view. He jostled his other arm, unsurprised to find that one cuffed as well.
“Oh, it is…it was also completely legal for me to realize how utterly stupid they are.”
“I think that would be something society would take in order to push the ‘beauty isn’t everything’ ideal that’s very popular right now,” said Will, and at her laugh, he smiled, a grimacing, ugly sort of thing. “Not to be rude, since I’ve been informed this is normally a rude question, but have you been crying?”
“Is it that obvious?” Alana asked. She reached up to caress her cheek, an almost self-conscious action.
“Your cheeks are flushed,” he said, “and I’m not so arrogant to think I’m making you blush with the way that I look right now.”
“There may have been some screaming,” Alana admitted. “Maybe some steering wheel hitting, too.”
“Why?”
“…Do you have to ask why, Will?” she inquired gently. He shifted in his bed, staring up at the ceiling pointedly so that he didn’t have to see her eyes again. They were going to make him break.
“I have a scream building,” he said conversationally.
“Do you?”
“Perched just…right under my chin.” He nudged his chin to his chest, as though he could display it to her.
“You should let it out before it explodes out of you. It can sometimes be therapeutic to scream until there’s nothing left,” Alana said.
“I think that if I started, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop.” He glanced at her and laughed a little, studying her face and the way that even the hospital lights somehow made her glow. She was the grounder, and he was the lightning. He looked back up to the ceiling when her expression shifted, an uncomfortable contortion at the words she was about to say.
“Is this the part you tell me what’s wrong with me?” he asked.
“Will…you’re very sick,” Alana began. Will nodded; that wasn’t news.
“I had my suspicions,” he said sagely.
“You had a seizure at FBI headquarters, and you were brought here. They ran some tests, and you have what’s called encephalitis. It’s an infection that causes severe inflammation in the brain, resulting in lack of spacial awareness, hallucinations, dementia, headaches, and…more often than not, death.”
“Well I haven’t died yet,” Will managed, looking down at the blankets tucked in around him. It was neurological, not mental. He wasn’t insane, he was fucking sick.
But Hannibal knew that.
“Now that they know what it is, they’re going to treat it,” she assured him.
“And…how did you know I had a seizure at the FBI? I didn’t even know I’d had a seizure at the FBI.” He glanced to gauge her reaction, and at the hesitation on her face, he nodded in understanding.
“Hannibal and I were asked to speak with Agent Crawford after your apprehension. Hannibal felt that he had a lot to share with the FBI regarding his concerns.”
“Oh, I’m sure that Hannibal had a gregarious amount of concern,” Will spat, and the handcuffs cut into his wrists as he clenched his fists.
“You told Agent Crawford that Hannibal set you up.”
“That’s because he did. He killed those people, Alana, not me.” She reached out to touch his hand, and he flinched, holding his breath. She gripped it tightly, reassuring.
“I don’t think you killed anyone, Will,” she said. Will nodded, the weight on his back easing slightly. He wasn’t going to be alone. Someone was going to believe him. “At least, I don’t think you remember doing it.”
…Oh.
He exhaled, and he flexed his hand, moving it as far away from her touch as he could. She allowed the withdrawal, and he refused to look up to see the expression she’d hold at the ready for him. Pity. Remorse. A whisper of fear.
“I didn’t kill anyone,” he said. “Hannibal pretended to try and help me with my empathy disorder, and he is trying to frame me for what he did to…to…those people.”
“Hannibal went to Agent Crawford in order to speak up for you. He discussed your time lapses and blackout periods, as well as your hallucinations and delusions. Whatever happened to those people, you don’t remember it.” It was supposed to sound gentle, coaxing. It didn’t. “He said that you had expressed fear of hurting others, and an inability to remember times varying from hours to, at its worst, even days. It was the encephalitis.”
“He may have been speaking for me, but I-” He stopped, teeth dragging over chapped lips furiously. What had his father said? That’s fucking that? What did almost anyone ever do when Will tried to tell them something? The only two people in the world that seemed to truly listen, truly hear what he had to say, were Hannibal and Abigail –one had betrayed him, listened so that he could slither close enough to strike, and the other was –
-No. He refused to believe that he killed her.
“Will, I know this is confusing,” Alana said, “but all anyone wants to do is help.”
“Jack doesn’t want to help, he wants to put someone behind bars,” Will spat. The heart monitor picked up tempo.
“And what is it you claim Hannibal wants to do?” Alana inquired.
“He just wants to see what I’ll do,” Will replied. Alana opened her mouth with something sharp, something biting to show Will just how wrong he was, but the door slammed shut as Jack Crawford walked in, and it silenced them both.
“It’s good to see you awake, Will,” Jack said cheerfully.
“I’m sure you and I have different reasons for being pleased with my consciousness,” Will replied grimly. They stared one another down across the short distance.
“I’m not the enemy here, son,” Jack stated. Will wanted to fight, to shout. Behind Jack, Jared Freeman pressed a finger to his lips
“Now’s not the time to fight. Now’s not the time for flight.”
“I suppose not,” Will said, looking back up to the ceiling. “Is this the part where you read me my rights?”
“Yes.”
“I’d like Alana to not be here when you do, if that’s alright with you.” He rolled his head to look at her, and her expression was enough to almost crack the veneer he’d painted over his face to keep it calm, sanguine.
“I’ll respect that,” she said slowly.
“…I bet you think you dodged a bullet with me,” he whispered, winking.
“I think I still managed to get hit, Will,” she replied, standing up. She left the book on the bed for him and excused herself, her heels clicking quietly across the floor until the door closed again and they faded away. Will stared at the door, and he debated letting loose the pressure that’d been building for so long he’d almost gotten used to the pain. If he screamed, would she come running back? If he finally let loose the pent up torture that’d tried to suffocate him, would she finally understand?
He swallowed with difficultly and looked to Jack Crawford, scream firmly tucked underneath his tongue.
“Alright, Will,” Jack said wearily. “You’re under arrest for the murders of Cassie Boyle, Amanda Lyon, Marissa Schurr, Charlie Yorkman, and Abigail Hobbs. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do…”
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Time moved. It was not the sleepy, drooping time that left him screaming into his hands, huddled in the darkest corner of his cell –no, that came at night when the nightmares were so tangible that he woke with the taste of Abigail’s flesh stuck in his teeth. That brought orderlies, needles, and a silence so bleak it cut underneath his grief and reminded him that no matter how low he was, there was still so much to lose. That taught him to better hide his nightmares. That taught him that even in your most terrifying moments, the worst thing you can do is scream.
In every other aspect though, time blurred. There were mug shots, fingerprints, lawyers, analysis, and therapy to endure. There was talk of trials, of life sentences, of death row and other nasty things that wriggled deep and bred like maggots. Those things spun in a dizzying array, and he found recalling them after was like trying to pick up singular grains of sand. He was guilty, they said, but he just can’t remember it. He was sick, they said, and it’s not his fault he ate that girl.
At least Freddie Lounds was part of the parade of monkeys, too. Someone’s career had to take off in the wake of his demise, after all. When he was sentenced, she all but leapt over the partition, snapped a photo of his bleak expression, then exited the room with a smug, self-satisfied smile.
The only moment, the only time that moved at its normal pace, was the one meeting he had with Hannibal.
“What are you looking at, Will Graham?” Will turned towards the cell door, having been facing the corner for a time –an hour? A minute? Time wasn’t real when the walls barely changed, and since he’d been placed in the cell, the walls rarely changed. He blinked, stared at Hannibal, and the fury that seemed to constantly churn within him boiled. He blinked, and the stag man stood tall and mighty, horns rising towards the ceiling. He blinked again, and Hannibal clasped his hands behind his back, expression placidly polite.
“I was in my head,” he said. His voice was gravel from disuse, although it’d only been a few weeks –months? Days?
“What were you thinking of, if you don’t mind my asking?” Will knew what Hannibal wanted to hear. He’d not kept quiet of his accusations, enough that one of the orderlies threatened to sedate him if he didn’t shut up. He avoided that orderly, when at all possible. In his lost days of silence suspended on the dust in the air, he labored over his thoughts of Hannibal, of how now that he could see him, he could step into his place as easily as one breathed. He knew what Hannibal wanted to hear. He knew what he wanted to see.
“Fishing,” said Will. Just that the edge of Hannibal’s eye, it tightened briefly, a shift of disappointment.
“Good,” Jared Freeman coached him, strolling to the bars to size Hannibal up. “Let him know you’re not going to give him a second thought.”
“Do you miss fishing with your friend Charlie?” Hannibal asked. It was taunting, jabbing. Will’s jaw clenched, and he had to fight to keep himself from lunging, from throwing himself against the bars where he’d maybe get a piece of him. He forced himself to swallow, to turn fully so that he could face Hannibal head-on.
“I keep being told what I do or do not remember, so I can’t say that I ever knew a Charlie,” he managed.
“No one disputes the memories that you do have, just the blank spaces in between.” Will nodded, accepting this. It wasn’t true, of course; when he’d tried to talk about Hannibal’s physical advances, the defense lawyer at one point advised against even thinking about it. No one would believe it, for one, and two, they weren’t prosecuting Hannibal so his actions done in the privacy of his own house was none of their business.
“I didn’t put those blank spaces in there,” he murmured.
“No, the encephalitis did. The Warden here tells me he’s going to do his best to retrieve them for you.” Hannibal looked neither displeased nor ruffled at the thought. Will rocked back on his heels and turned, facing his bed.
“They’re trying to fill those spots with things I supposedly did.”
“And what are you trying to fill those spaces with?” Hannibal wondered.
“The truth.”
“The truth is a dangerous thing, Will.”
“I hear you in my head, Hannibal,” he said, and Jared turned back to him.
“Not the plan,” Jared cajoled. “You’re supposed to make him feel inferior and unimportant, not smug. Don’t tell him you hear his voice, idiot.”
“What do I say when I’m within the walls of your mind?” Hannibal asked curiously. Will tucked his hands into the pockets of his jumpsuit, shrugging.
“You are my inner voice,” he said pleasantly. “I used to hear my thoughts as my own –in my voice, with the same timbre and inflection as I would sound as I speak to you here. But now, my inner voice is you, and you’re so very, very persuasive.”
“What do I persuade you to do when I speak?” Hannibal inquired softly.
“You persuade me to indulge in my darkness. You justify my actions for me and twist my words until I hang onto everything that falls from your mouth because I trusted you to not lead me astray.”
“Do you feel like you’ve been led astray by your inner voice, Will?”
“Oh yes,” Will hissed, and he took a deliberate step closer. “I once thought that to have a voice of such surety and clarity would be nice, for once. Now, I want to claw it from my head with my bare hands.”
“Would you place it before me, the same way you place the blame for the unfortunate circumstances that led you here?” Hannibal didn’t move away when Will drew closer. He seemed to hum with the action, coming alive at the thought that he’d gotten under Will’s skin.
“Way off base from the plan,” Jared sneered, leaning against the bars. “You should let me handle this, monster to monster.”
“I would destroy it, that no one else suffered from it.”
“Everything I have done, Will, has been for your well-being. I’m sorry that your fear of your reality has caused you to think of me as your enemy, but I still see us as close friends.”
“We’re not friends,” Will whispered, wrapping his hands around the bars. “We’re not friends, nor have we ever been friends. That light would not touch us, even for a thousand years.”
“And so you would hate me rather than see that I’ve only wanted what was best for you?” Hannibal asked. He stepped closer, dipping his head down to stare Will in the eyes. “If you really thought of me as capable of such monstrosity, why declare your disgust so passionately?”
“Because I want you to know that I’m going to get out of here,” Will growled. “I’m going to get out of here, and when I do, I’m going to destroy you.”
“With your trial coming up, that sort of confidence is key. With your emotions as they are, though, would destroying me truly make you happy? Is that the only way you can be at peace?”
“It’s not peace I’m searching for anymore; it’s a reckoning.”
And in the face of a life sentence for multiple murders while in an unconscious state, that’s really all that Will could hold onto while time spun out from under him.
There would be a reckoning. Will Graham would make sure of that.
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Yorkman Tello aprovechó el rebote de la pelota para marcar el 1-2 en el Binacional vs. Sport Huancayo [VIDEO]
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Yorkman Tello aprovechó un rebote de la pelota en un jugador del equipo rival para marcar el 1-2 en el partido entre Binacional vs. Sport Huancayo que se juega por la jornada 14 de la Liga 1. A los 76 minutos del encuentro, Tello encontró una buena oportunidad para anotar el primer gol del encuentro a favor de Binacional, luego de un tiro libre. Yorkman Tello aprovechó el rebote de la pelota…
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NINE INCH NAILS @ TRINITY MUSIC
Trent Reznor’s quest to find The Man Who Stole His Pint brought the much-loved ‘Men in Shirts’ to Berlin last Monday. In a masterful show of strategy, chief suspect Dom Fernow was lured to the site with the promise of a free meal, and then invited to open festivities. A seething-with-rage Reznor was instructed by lawyers to wait for an admission of guilt before giving the popular sewer-born imp the booting of a lifetime on-stage: Fernow, they promised, was unaware that Reznor was “still in Nine Inch Nails”, and that he would be unable to resist bragging about the theft. The 4’9” New Yorkman’s stand-up routine has become more elaborate in previous years, as reviews of him dancing in front of headlines about dead soldiers or some shit somehow slid off.
Alas, Fernow’s thoughtful, but more importantly punctual brand of gentle humour was incredibly well received by the boozed-up Berliners. Enraged by these scenes of mirth, Reznor began handing out beatings to audience members, with truly sinister enthusiasm. “Mein Gott!” exclaimed the much-loved Desmond P, who had dragged his sorry arse over from Samariterstrasse on the explicit understanding that Fernow would finally be getting his order of Fist and Chips. Fleeing from the venue with Reznor in hot pursuit, the popular gigman was heard to shout, “das ist uberhaupt NICHT mein tasse tee!”
37 comprehensive beatings in, Reznor had collapsed to the floor in exhaustion, leaving Fernow free and easy to recount the tale of the stolen pint with no fear of repercussion. He was seen fleeing for the nearest manhole not long after. Reznor’s humiliation complete, the remaining crowd dispersed to consider their own failings. “In a way, you’ve already won in this world” - so said TV’s Mr Rogers. This does not apply to much of the Berlin populous.
It’s well known that Trent Reznor made the soundtrack and SFX for 1996 first-person shooter ‘Quake’, but did you know they’re also honestly rubbish? Gig gets a “T” for “The Nine Inch Nails”.
#nine inch nails#vatican shadow#dominick fernow#berlin#industrial#mister rogers#trinity music#techno
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Magnum Opus: Chapter 25
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Chapter 25:
“You’re going to die,” Jared Freeman says, sitting beside me. We’re at the park in Georgia, watching the clouds overhead with a lazy attention to detail. No one hunts for rabbits or dragons among the moisture and perfect blend of elements. We stare up at them, unseeing. They are fake, a mocking creation of a memory that once was. This isn’t real. None of this was real.
“We all die,” I say.
“Yeah, but you’re going to be in a living death. My coffin rests six feet under, but yours will be a six by six with a metal pisser.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong.” Jared finds that funny. He curls over himself and laughs, hands pressed to his throat to soften the noise. The snickers shiver and choke in the air, and I watch dispassionately.
“You killed Garrett Jacob Hobbs, you killed Cassie Boyle, you killed the woman that birthed your Venus, you killed Marissa Schurr, you killed Nicholas Boyle, and you killed Charlie Yorkman. Your body count is stacking up.”
“I only killed two of them,” I say, but the look in his eyes as he turns towards me is haunting and cold.
“You think I don’t know what’s inside of you?” he seethes, creeping closer. He reeks of decay, of the cold, dark earth I know him to be buried in, the things that creep and crawl beneath our feet. “You think that when you look in the mirror, it’s not me looking out?”
“You’re dead,” I whisper, but he grabs me by the neck and throws me to the ground. He kneels over me, knee in my intestines, and he chokes the air from me with a vicious, uncontrolled anger.
“You kept me alive, you sadistic animal. When I died, all others were ready to let me go, but not you. You were so far inside of me that it felt like you’d pulled the trigger on yourself, right? You had to keep me alive so that you could continue living, right?” He squeezes, and I struggle for air, struggle to push the words from my lips that will save me.
“And while you are so busy trying to peel me from your skin like I’m the monster, you completely missed the real demon that’s been circling us like a hawk for months. I tried to tell you. I tried to show you! A monster knows a monster, Will Graham, and I’ve been watching you look in the wrong corner for too fucking long.
“Do you see him now? In the shadows? Your demon that you lay with, demon that you press palm to palm and ache for? The demon that crawls into your ear while you sleep and whispers naughty nightmares –I hear them, even when you don’t. You’re so busy trying to get rid of me that you ran into the arms of something even worse than whatever I could hope to be.”
There is a whisper around us as he chokes me, a hiss of breath that makes him pause. Jared loosens the hold on my throat, and I wheeze for breath, clawing at his hands so that I can inhale deeply. His knee shifts in my gut, holding me in place. His head quirks up, animalistic, and he sniffs the air, every inch of him going very, very still.
“Do you hear him?” he asks me. “Do you hear him as he approaches to kill us?”
“Who?” I whimper, but he covers my mouth with his hand. His eyes are calculating, dark. A hunter that knows when they’re being hunted is equally dangerous. They know the steps to take, the action and reaction that will make them the apex predator.
“Sh, sh,” he soothes, fingers dragging over my lips. “You can’t save us from him, but I can. That’s why you kept me around, right? That’s the real reason?”
“Who are you going to kill?” I ask, and he begins to melt into me, sinking into my bones and shifting them, moving about until he’s comfortable within my skin, within my very being. Where once it was painful, somehow this is pattern, this being that I am now, is completely, wholly me.
“The devil,” we say, and we stand up, hands curling into fists. Just across from us, the devil waits with his wicked horns, ready to impale us.
“His fever has gone down somewhat, although at one hundred degrees it’s still not quite where we want it to be.”
“I still don’t know what happened. He was standing beside the car, then he collapsed.”
“We’re going to run a few tests to see what we’re dealing with, but this isn’t a normal fever. Is he prone to seizures?”
“I don’t know.”
“I suggest you find someone that does know. I don’t have any medical records of him here that will help me understand just what we’re dealing with.”
“I know someone that can help.”
Footsteps retreated, and a door closed with a muted click. Will’s eyes flew open, and he stared up at the white ceiling, heartbeat calm and steady despite the drumming of adrenaline that was slowly uncurling in his gut. It didn’t take long to see exactly where he was: white ceilings, the smell of piss and cleaning agent, starched sheets, and walls tacked with various laws and regulations crowded around him. A hospital.
His hand was cuffed to the side of the bed, and Will didn’t hesitate. He’d dislocated his thumb before, under far worse circumstances. This time he almost enjoyed the lurching pain that lanced from his joint up to his elbow, and he made quick work of removing the IV and heart monitor, sliding from bed and hitting the floor with a quiet thump.
The clock on the wall read 2:13 P.M.
He locked the door to the room and scouted out his surroundings, finding his shoes tucked underneath the hospital bed with his coat laying across the end of it. Apparently he hadn’t been in such dire straits that they’d needed to change him into a hospital gown, which he appreciated. It would have taken time to change, time he didn’t have because time wasn’t a thing that seemed to exist anymore for him. He knew exactly who Jack Crawford was going to fetch, and the last person in the world he wanted to see was Hannibal finding him in such a horrific position.
“You’ve had a mild seizure.”
Everything was autopilot, action and reaction, and without a second thought, he opened the window and crawled out of it, landing on the backside of the hospital and into snow covered shrubbery. No one lurked about, no FBI agents to haul him back in, and he closed the window behind him, slipping out of the shrubs like it was completely normal to wander about the topiary in the middle of winter. A nurse was on break when he rounded the corner, but since he didn’t acknowledge her, she didn’t acknowledge him. He walked by casually, head ducked and hands in his pockets, and he headed towards the cars.
6.7% of cars stolen were stolen with the keys still inside of them. Out of the minimum of approximately one hundred cars in the parking lot, at least six of them had a key inside. Will scoped them out, pausing at a car that looked like it’d seen its prime in 2004, and he slipped inside, hands passing along the visor casually. The key fell into his lap, and he started the car with a savage grin, pulling out of the parking lot and driving away as quickly as was casual, head pounding. There was no time to think. There was no time to consider the implications. Beside him, Garrett Jacob Hobbs sat in the passenger seat and smiled, head turned towards the window.
“If you’re running, it’s because you’re guilty,” he said, leaking blood onto the seat.
“Don’t make me kill you again,” Will warned. Hobbs decided to remain silent, blood dripping soundlessly. He’d have to get the car detailed before he returned it.
Sneaking into Abigail’s room was so easy, he wondered how Nicholas Boyle hadn’t managed to do it. As he crawled in through the window, Abigail watched from the couch with only the mildest of surprise, hands plucking at the scarf tied prettily around her neck.
“You’re allowed to visit me normally,” she said, but when he turned to her, she blanched. “Oh my God, Will; you look like death.”
“Do I?” he asked, scoping out the room. No one else lurked, although he checked under the bed to make sure. He paced across the room, peeked out into the hallway, then turned back to her and gestured back. “They don’t let you lock the door. They don’t lock.”
“They said certain patients made it so that they only lock doors from the outside,” she replied, standing up. “Will, are you alright? You…you really don’t look well.”
“No,” he said pleasantly, rocking back on his feet. “I’m being accused of murder, and I woke up handcuffed in a hospital.”
“What? Whose murder?”
“That doesn’t matter,” he said, waving a hand impatiently. “I didn’t kill him, though. You know that, right? You know that?” The aggression fled from his voice at the question, and it softened him. He stared at Abigail, and he willed her to see, his eyes wild with desperation. Could she see his innocence? Could she see that his hands weren’t stained by Charlie’s life? Out of anyone in the world, Abigail of all people would be able to know just how much he didn’t want to hurt anyone. Alana had seen a glimpse of it –why not Abigail?
“Hannibal said you wouldn’t remember,” she whimpered, and he froze. Sometimes, prey froze because the surprise completely shut their response system down. Sometimes, prey froze because even when they thought they could suspect anything, they found themselves blindsided by something so utterly far off base that there was nothing they could do.
“…What did you say?” he asked, taking a step to her. Abigail seemed to realize her mistake, and she took a step back.
“What?”
“Hannibal said that I wouldn’t remember what exactly, Abigail?” Will whispered, and he strode across the room to grab her, locking her in place as he hauled her close. She leaned away from him, terror mirrored in her eyes. It should have stopped him, to see her so scared, but Jared controlled his limbs, and God was he angry.
I told you…I fucking told you. He’s going to kill us you fucking moron.
“Will, you’ve had a mild seizure.”
“H-how did I get here, Hannibal?”
“H-he said that…you were struggling with memory. You had a seizure, I d-don’t know, something, and-”
“What don’t I remember, Abigail?” he hissed, and he pressed her against the wall with acute care, leaning close enough to kiss. “And why is it that you know when I don’t?”
“I-I killed Nicholas Boyle, not you,” she gasped, and she closed her eyes tightly, the words falling from her like a tumultuous wave. “You panicked when he showed up at your house, a-and you forced him to drive you to Hannibal’s.”
“What were you doing there?” Will demanded. He remembered his knife, the moonlight, and the will to hurt someone. At that, a wall slammed before him, a wall with blue tint that made his ears ring, a sharp, pinging noise that made dots dance in front of his eyes. He shook his head slowly and whined.
“I’d snuck out to see him –he told me he knew about me being…”
“The bait. You were your father’s bait.” Will hissed, and Abigail nodded.
“I was scared and had to make sure he didn’t tell anyone about it. Th-that agent showed up, and I…I had to make sure. Then you showed up with that boy, and I panicked. I took your knife and I stabbed him, and you had a seizure.”
“I had a seizure,” Will repeated slowly.
“It’s a mild seizure.”
“You d-don’t seem concerned about that…”
“I said mild, Abigail.”
Will winced, and he let go of Abigail’s shoulders to press his hands to his head, a whimper climbing up his throat. His eyes burned, watered, and he moved away from her, shaking his head.
“I didn’t…kill Nicholas Boyle,” he said, dazed.
“I’m so sorry, Will,” Abigail said, staying pressed against the wall. “Hannibal said that it would be better for you to think that. H-he said the two of you would protect me.”
“I protected you,” said Will, shaking his head savagely. “I protected you, and you let me think that I was a murderer?”
“He said you’d keep my secret,” she said, and it was a plea as much as it was a statement. Will you keep my secret?
“Will you keep our secret?”
“I can’t…think,” Will said, and he fell back onto the bed, sitting down as he buried his head in his arms. “The FBI thinks I killed someone else, and they’re going to find out about him, Abigail. They’re going to find out.”
“Not if you don’t tell them,” she pleaded, and she rushed to him, grabbing his hands. “He said you’d protect me.”
“They’re at my house, scouring over it to find evidence!” he shouted, ripping his hands from her. “They’re going to find evidence,” he realized, thinking of his hunting knife. They’d find it, and surely no matter how hard he scrubbed, the blood remained? Where had Hannibal taken his things?
Why had Hannibal lied?
“What do we do? What do we do, what –oh my god,” she moaned, and she dragged her hands through her hair, turning away from him. Her shoulders shook, trembled, and she paced the room, footsteps carrying her from one end to the other. “Will, what are we going to do?”
“We have to go,” Will said, standing up. “We have to go.”
“Where?” she turned to him, blue eyes wild.
“To the last place that any of this made sense,” he said, and he headed towards the window. “Get your coat.”
The drive was long, but it gave him time to think. Unlike his truck, with its lack of music or ability to find a station, the random hospital worker’s car had plenty of CD’s and even an auxiliary cord that Abigail took advantage of. She fiddled with the songs, the volume, the wiring –anything to keep her busy. Her hands fluttered and darted from place to place, and he kept an eye on those as much as he kept an eye on the road. They’d know he was missing; they’d have known rather quickly. Although he kept his foot firmly on the gas pedal, each blip in the road reminded him with pressing clarity: the further he ran, the guiltier he looked.
He wasn’t the one that was guilty, though. Abigail was. Somehow, that made it vastly important that he keep driving.
The curves of the winding drive were as familiar to him as the dirt road to get home. The car didn’t much care for the snow uphill, but he forced it to behave, climbing along the dirt path until they came to the end, his hands fumbling with the E-brake before he shut it off and stared, snow falling gently against the scene where everything went to hell.
“Why here?” Abigail asked, voice small.
“I need to think,” he said, and he got out. The cabin still had yellow tape across the door, but he ripped it off and walked inside, the musty, untouched air assaulting him. He didn’t look back for Abigail. He knew she’d follow.
A fine layer of dust lay across the long since empty work bench and chairs, and he was careful not to touch, his eyes good enough that he didn’t need his hands to confirm what he saw. His feet carried him upstairs, and he walked with frank deliberation towards the center of Garrett Jacob Hobbs’ trophy room in all its horrific splendor. He blinked, and it was his trophy room, his collection of prizes of those who’d paid the ultimate price for his game. He blinked again, and Abigail stood in front of him, gaze pinned to the place where Marissa bled her last drop.
“Is…is that where…” She couldn’t say it. Her voice trembled, and she looked down.
“That is where I first found out that you were as good a fisherman as you were a hunter,” Will said, voice black as pitch. “And that is where your friend Marissa died.”
She walked to it, her shoes stopping just at the edge of the blood stain, just as Will’s had. He wasn’t quite sure why they kept the place so ugly, dirty. Perhaps they were still attempting to investigate, still attempting to find the underlying nuances of Garrett Jacob Hobbs and Nicholas Boyle’s murders. The moment he thought the second name, though, he shook his head. It didn’t sit right with him, no matter how many times he tried to think it.
“P-please stop lying to me!”
“Nicholas didn’t kill those girls,” he revealed, and Abigail turned to him.
“Wh-what?”
“I thought he had because the obvious evidence told me that. The longer I look at that killer, though –his body suspended before me in nothing but shadows –the more I see that he didn’t do it. Boyle was set up.”
“Set up by who?” Abigail asked, and something in the nervous plucking of her sleeve drew his eye. He tilted his head and observed her closed-in stance. Secret, secret; Abigail had a secret.
“That’s the question, isn’t it?” he said, more to himself than her. He paced the room, fingers brushing over the antlers like they were his, like he’d put them there himself. “Who would want to make a design so grand as this? Who would take the time to cultivate everything to what it is today, in this exact place and time?”
“Will, I have to tell you something,” Abigail said quietly. He paused in his steps and turned to her, brows lifted in mock surprise.
“Another secret?” he taunted.
“Yes.” Her voice trembled, but she stood straight. Her hands clenched, unclenched, and she cast her gaze back to the blood, then to him again. “The person that called my dad the night he attacked you-”
“That’s the one that killed Marissa. That’s the one that killed Marissa, that’s the one that killed Cassie, Charlie, and the woman in the museum,” Will said, nodding.
“I’d never heard his voice before that call. I did after, though.”
“Who is it, Abigail?” Will prompted, dangerously quiet. His ribs ached with the thought, with the need to hear her say what his heart was screaming, and as the stag slowly crept up to breathe down his neck, he glared at her.
“It was Hannibal.”
“You’re not alone…this is our little secret.”
“Will you keep our secret?”
“I am keeping her secret.”
“And why…was Hannibal calling your father?” he asked, his voice not his own.
“Hannibal told my dad that you knew who and what he was,” Abigail whispered, and tremors racked her body as she looked away from him. Whatever the expression was on his face, it terrified her. “He told him you’d figured it out.
“I hadn’t,” Will retorted sharply. A sharp ringing sounded in his ears, and he shook his head, trying to dislodge the irritant.
“The first night that I snuck out to see him, I did it because I wanted to tell him that I knew. Then he said he knew what my dad made me do, and we were at a stalemate. I kept his secret, and he kept mine.”
“Why…why would he call your father? Why would he do this to me?” Will asked, and he shook his head again, the ringing growing louder, louder. “Why would he make me think that I killed Nicholas Boyle? Why would he…”
“I was curious.”
“Will?” Abigail asked, and he stood before her, lifting her up and slamming her against the antlers with brute force, impaling her. Her eyes widened in shock, then agonizing pain as her brain realized just what was happening to her. She opened her mouth to scream, but the air rushed from her, a lung punctured in the attack. Her hands jerked, reached, clenched. Her feet kicked, trying to gain purchase, but she was too far off of the ground. He leaned in, shoving her further on the rack, and he smiled into her anguish.
“Because I wanted to see what would happen,” he whispered, and he pushed her as far back as she could go, blood spattering across his shoes in an elegant, artistic fashion. He stared down at his shoes, breathing heavily, and he laughed, reaching down to drag his finger through the blood and lick it, eyes closed to the flavor.
“Would you like to see what someone else’s blood tastes like?”
When he came to, he was in the trophy room, curled up on the ground. He ached, a pain lancing from neck to skull, and he sat up in the darkness, confused. The time on his watch said 2:13 A.M., and as he looked about, confused, he saw that Abigail was nowhere in sight.
“Abigail,” he croaked, and he hauled himself to his feet, hurrying towards the stairs. He stumbled, almost fell down them, but managed to catch himself, falling against the door to the cabin with a heavy thud. The fever was back, a hot poker stabbing into his eye like the worst sort of lobotomy. He opened the door to the bright moonlight and the white snow, and it didn’t take two steps out of the door to see. He could see.
He could see.
Blood spattered along the brilliant white, a macabre display. Underneath the moonlight, it looked black, but the churning mass of snowfall, of shoe prints and dragged bodies told him that of course it was blood because only blood could look so beautiful and so horrifying at the exact same time.
“Abigail?” he called out, his voice trembling. He sunk to his knees, staring at the place where he once held her neck and willed her to live. What had he done? What had he done?
Will, what have you done?
“Abigail!” he shouted, and the silence of the forest around him mocked him with secrets that it’d never tell.
#LiaS scribbles#Magnum OPus#hannigram#hannibal#hannibal fanfic#will graham x hannibal#someone help will graham#hannibal is a cannibal#hannibal is a criminal mastermind#and a dick
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