#stop fucking killing children you sick fucking bastards
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She was walking home from her friends house and was kidnapped and murdered by a police officer.
Below is the link to the petition/donation site. I am absolutely heartbroken about this.. and it is so close to home too.. :( 
#susana morales#tw police violence#police violence tw#police violence#justice for susana#tw police murder#police murder tw#police murder#stop fucking killing children you sick fucking bastards#the fact that anyone I know could have come into contact with this man (it’s so close by) makes me fucking sick#and the fact that they did nothing before this happened even after he was proven to have a history of that shit#fuck the police#police fucking die please#acab#all cops are bad#all cops are bastards#all cops are pigs#fuck pigs#fuck the cops#fuck cops#signal boost#Atlanta#doraville
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Alrighty, since I'm guessing this question is one that Julius won't answer (understandably) I'm gonna ask you.
From what I've seen and heard, you and basically the rest of hellcrew seem to really HATE Lucien the Psychiatrist. His infatuation with your husband is really weird, and I'm wondering if he was there when Julius was in conversion "therapy". Could you shine some light on what Lucien did?
I've taken some time to respond since Im not fuckin sure how to put this and it's personal to Jules. And talking about that piece of shit really fucking gets my blood boiling.
Lucien wasnt his psychiatrist at goddamn conversion "therapy," but at that godforsaken shitty asylum Jules was sent to by his shit father. ‘The Oaks Psychiatric Facility for the Insane and Mentally Deficient’ was the name of the hellhole.
I don't know the details of everything that happened while Jules was there but it sure as fuckin shit wasn't good. Lucien has always been infatuated with Jules. Dammed bastard did a helluva lotta fuckin horrific things to him.
..and yeah, no fuckin’ shit i also do atrocious fuckin shit on a regular basis. I'm goddamn irredeemable and fuckin bask in being the villain. I'll cross every goddamn red line at full fuckin speed. Except for one.
I don't ever goddamn touch kids and I don't have the fucking words to express how much I fucking despise those who do. That shit leaves a very painful life fuckin long wound in the best outcome. It fucks you up goddamn permanently. It makes you see the world as filled with monsters, monsters who want to hurt you. Why the fuck do you think I am the way I goddamn am? I got sick of the abuse and became a goddamn nightmarefuel tier monster myself. Jules is similar, but that's his fuckin business.
Ain't no way I'd ever touch a kid tho. Makes me wanna be fuckin sick just thinking about. Got a lot of reeeeaall fuckin bad memories.... I'm in no damn way father material, but you sure as shit can bet your ass I protect kids. Helll, I took a bullet twice as a human jumping in front of a kid to keep them from being shot.
When it comes to those who harm children, I am fuckin merciless. I was the one who killed Luciem when I was 19. And it was fucking brutal. The fuck up I made, even though there's no damn I woulda known this shit at the time, was using Jules' knife, not to mention Jules being ultimately the reason he was killed, i just did the act. So now we're fuckin stuck with him.
Gonna stop there cuz shit has got me way to fucking pissed--- AND I'M FUCKIN COMIN FOR YOUR RANK ASS AGAIN @lucienthepsychiatrist YOU BITCH!
[OOC: is a fictional RP blog. All events mentioned are fictional and from The Hellcrew Project franchise. The blog that is tagged in the answer is also an RP blog. In no way do any of the actions, beliefs, etc of the characters in The Hellcrew reflect the creators.]
#//rp blog#killian lynch#julius the dressmaker#//rp interaction#julius doherty#lucien the psychiatrist#lucien delaney
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KazuHeiScara HC:
~ Trans Heizou ~
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@gay-salt-amber and another friend helped me with these
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- Their petnames for each other are-
Kazuha’s for Scaramouche is ‘My Leaf’
Heizou’s for Scaramouche is ‘Baby Boy’
Kazuha’s for Heizou is ‘My Detective’
Scaramouche’s for Heizou is ‘Baby’ or ‘Babe’
Heizou’s to Kazuha is ‘Kitty’
Scaramouche’s to Kazuha is ‘Pretty Boy’ or ‘Honey’
- When Scara calls Kazuha pretty boy, he'll typically kiss the crown of Kazuha’s head while holding him for a second or two (Kazuha gets flustered as fuck-)
- So Scara tells Kazuha and Heizou about Childe and how unbelievably annoying he is, this is how their conversation went whenever they met him-
• Childe- “Hey there buddy- you look different, who are they?”
• *Kazuha and Heizou giving him death glares*
• Childe, whispering to Scara- “Why are your two friends looking at me like that?”
• Scara, swatting him away- “Get away from me you bastard, and they aren’t my friends you idiot”
• Childe- “Oh- so what are they?”
• *Kazuha and Heizou still giving Childe death glares*
• Scara- “They’re my fiancés you dumbass”
• Childe- “Ah- they’re the ones you’ve been talking about”
- After Scaramouche and Heizou kill whoever was bothering Kazuha, Heizou would pick out a squishmallow and Scara would buy it as a ‘sorry for leaving you’ because Kazuha thought they were going on a date (Kazuha is clueless about their killings)
- Sometimes Heizou gets stressed about a case and it’s like midnight, Scaramouche doesn’t need to sleep and so he gets up from cuddling Kazuha (who is asleep) and tells Heizou to go to sleep and he’ll do it
- (If you don’t know what Scaramouche Cat is, look it up) So Heizou finds a cat that looks like Scaramouche and as soon as he saw it he picked it up. Their cat (Tama) and that cat became instant best friends
- Kazuha’s morning voice is pretty low, so the first time Scara heard it, it took a moment to get used to
- Like Kazuha just wraps his arms around Scara, whos cooking breakfast, says good morning and this was their conversation-
• Scaramouche- What the actual fuck happened to your voice??
• Heizou- *Looks up* You’ve never heard his morning voice?
• Scara (Who is all blushy now)- No..
- Kazuha and Scara have to ask Heizou if he’s taken his binder off yet cuz he’s forgetful about it (Bind safely children)
- The only types of chocolate Scaramouche likes is coconut and dark chocolate because Heizou and Kazuha make them all the time
- They have an entire closet dedicated to the metals/trophies Kazuha has won at poetry contests
- Heizou has an entire separate paper shredder in his office for charges brought up against his boyfriends
- Once Scaramouche and Raiden got into an argument and then Kazuha and Heizou joined in too until Raiden was too tired to deal with them
- Whenever Scaramouche or Kazuha see Heizou having dysphoria, they drop everything to comfort him (Cuddles, words of affirmation, telling him he is a real man, etc)
- When Kazuha and Heizou met Nahida (Scaras adopted aunt) they instantly hit it off and Scaramouche was glad cuz he thought they wouldn’t
- Once Scaramouche blasted music thinking Kazuha and Heizou were gone but he was wrong, Kazuha got sick that morning and was sleeping and Heizou left. After he found that out he wouldn’t stop apologizing to Kazuha
• Kazuha, with a strained voice- My leaf?
• *Scaramouche oblivious*
• Kazuha, after getting up- My leaf, can you keep it down?
• Scara- Shit- sorry pretty boy, I thought you were gone? What’s wrong?
• Kazuha- Heizou didn’t tell you?
• Scara- No, honey, what’s wrong? Is everything ok?
• *Kazuha explains and Scara rushes him back to bed*
• Scara- I’m sorry, I didn’t know
• Kazuha- Leaf, it’s ok, you didn’t know
- They prank call Sara to piss her the fuck off
- Scara gets over stimulated a lot out in public so as soon as they get back into the car back home, Heizou and Kazuha tell him all types of praises (You were so brave, good job baby, you did so well, etc) while Heizou cuddles Scara in the backseat to help
- Kazuha and Scaramouche need to hide Heizou’s energy drinks from him or else he’s gonna stay up all night
- Kazuha and Heizou were highschool sweethearts and they met Scara after the Vision Hunt Decree
- Tattoo Artist Scara, Detective Heizou, and Florist Kazuha
- Kazuha will koala hug and sleep on Heizou at his desk when it’s late at night when Heizou is still working and sometimes Scaramouche makes Heizou tea and brush his hair
- Heizou and Kazuha wanted Scara to tattoo all three of their initials in a heart on all three of their wrists
- Kazuha steals Scaramouche’s hat and Scara finds it adorable
- Kazuha has a magnifying glass charm, Heizou has a Scaramouche hat charm, and Scaramouche has a maple leaf charm
- When off work, Scaramouche will clean the house to surprise Kazuha and Heizou
- They have matching hoodies
- Kazuha and Heizou worship Scara as their god lmao
- Scaramouche gets touch starved and loves sleeping on Heizou and Kazuha’s laps
- Scara has an abandonment issue (from Raiden and all his friends dying) and so he’s clingy. Whenever Heizou or Kazuha say he’s clingy (they find it cute) he always denies it but he’ll always drag them back to bed or grab their hand or something
- Every year they send Raiden a calendar with all of their faces on it to piss her off
- They disguise themself to set off fireworks that are mocking raiden
- Every year for their anniversary, Kazuha makes both Heizou and Scara poems
- Heizou likes the ‘dark academia’ style but never buys anything like it cuz he doesn’t think it seems like him, and so Scara and Kazuha have started buying him clothes in that style after finding out he liked the style from a mood board in his office
- Heizou has a septum piercing
- Kazuha and Heizou color in Scara’s tattoos with markers
- Kazuha has a leaf/wind tattoo from his shoulder to part of his chest
- Once Kazuha came home to Scaramouche and Heizou sacrificing Kermit the Frog, they both got banished to the couch that night
- Heizou pulls the best pranks on Kazuha and Scaramouche on April Fools
- Scaramouche will spoil the both of them for Christmas/Birthdays/New Years
- Once Heizou got hurt while doing his detective stuffs and so Kazuha and Scara refused to leave his side until he got better
- Kazuha wears red nail polish
- After seeing Kazuha wear a skirt, Heizou wanted to but he felt like it would make him less of a man. So Scara found out somehow and after a little convincing and comforting they both got Heizou to wear a skirt
- Scaramouche screams into his pillows and once he’s done Kazuha and Heizou will question why his voice is so rough
#genshin fluff#genshin#genshin impact#kazuha x scaramouche#kazuscara#Kazuha x Scaramouche x Heizou#kazuheiscara#heikazu#heizou x kazuha#heiscara#Heizou x Scaramouche#hi amber
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Just a Bad Dream | Tom Hanniger x m!reader
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↳ ❝ Rest your head, here's a lullaby
- Male reader with Tom Hanniger ❞
: ̗̀➛ Tom has a nightmare, at least, he hopes that was what happened.
: ̗̀➛ mild injury, blood, swearing, threats of violence, mentions of murder, psychological abuse (manipulation, gaslighting, etc)
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"Rest your head, here's a lullaby."
Those were the last words you had spoken to Tom before he had drifted off to sleep. It had taken him so long to get over the events of what had happened in his hometown on Valentine's Day; being manipulated and gaslighted by Axel into believing that he was a killer. False memories planted in his head, purposefully attacking his delusions to make it even worse for him.
Yet you had stood firmly by him, you were the only one who didn't believe that Tom was a killer; like everybody else in the world, Tom was capable of it if pushed far enough - but he wasn't a serial killer by any means, and he wasn't guilty for what had happened at all.
You stood by his side every moment, drove him to the psychiatrist's office, helped him out as much as you could when he wanted reality checks and for you to double check things for him to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating.
Nobody else had ever done such a thing for him.
A new town, a fresh start; he did what he did best, he worked in the mines. It was long hours, but he enjoyed it there and he made a fair few good friends.
Now he was all alone. Wandering around an old and worn down hospital that looked like it had not been used for at least seventy or so years.
He called and called, but nothing answered; he searched and scoured every room, fighting cobwebs and dust and rodent droppings to find something, anything that would give him a clue as to where he was and why. But he couldn't find anything.
However, just as he prepared to head down a particularly dull and dark green corridor, he saw someone; a man hunched over a mop bucket, squeezing water out of a long handled mop. He wore a red and green striped jumper, dark brown trousers and matching boots, and a dark brown fedora just to stop it all off.
Relieved, Tom let out a long sigh.
"Oh, thank fuck - hey! Hey, Mister!"
The cleaner turned to him, and waved with a hand that looked like it had knives on the end of it, but surely it was just protective gloves.
Tom didn't think so much of it as he took a few steps forward and gently tapped the man on the back.
"Am I glad I found you!"
The man stood up, glaring up at Tom with piercing light eyes; his skin was burned, stretched and scabbed all over his face and neck. He offered Tom a toothy grin. "I have an axe to grind with you, kid."
Tom furrowed his brows as he took a step back. "Huh?"
"You stole my thunder," the cleaner accused, pressing the knives into Tom's chest enough to make a point. "They don't fear me anymore - they fear you."
"Me?" Tom scoffed. "Why me? What the Hell did I do?"
"That stunt you pulled in Harmony," the cleaner growled. "Everybody fears the miner now - not me! And without fear, I can't keep doing my job!"
"That wasn't me!" Tom hissed, shaking his head. "I didn't do it! I didn't kill those people!"
"No, but people think you did, and that's good enough… so I'll cut you a deal - you get them to fear me again, and maybe, just maybe, I won't play a nice game of slice and dice with your boyfriend."
"You touch him," Tom snarled as he shoved the man against a wall, holding him by the collar of the jumper. "You so much as look at him, and I will kill you!"
The man pressed his glove into Tom's stomach, only enough to make his point clear. "Then do what I want, and I'll leave him alone… c'mon, pretty boy."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Name's Freddy," he grinned, shoving Tom off of him and grinning. "Freddy Krueger."
"You're the sick bastard who killed all those children," Tom breathed out, shaking his head. "You're dead! They burned your sorry ass to a crisp!"
"And yet, I'm their worst nightmare," Freddy chuckled. "C'mon, Tommy, you know what you have to do to protect your boyfriend… just put on the miner costume, head to Springwood, Ohio, and create a little fear in my name."
"And you'll leave my boyfriend alone?" Tom asked quietly.
Freddy nodded, using his knives to gently nick Tom's chest. "Do we have a deal?"
"Fine."
Sitting upright, Tom gasped loudly; his chest was heaving, his eyes wide and wild as he frantically looked around the room, not quite sure where he was for a moment until he laid eyes on you.
Sound asleep beside him, cuddled into his side and wearing one of his old zip up hoodies. Gently, Tom traced your jaw, and hummed as he spent a moment to calm himself down; it must have just been a bad dream, surely. He checked his chest, and when his fingers came away with slick red blood, he winced a little.
"Tom?" You murmured quietly, wearily looking up at him.
"I'm okay, baby," he said softly, gently kissing your forehead as he snuggled back down. "Just a little nightmare, that was all."
You hummed, cosying up to him as you yawned quietly. "You wanna talk about it?"
"I'm good," he told you, shaking his head. "Thanks…"
As he looked at you, Tom knew that he had to do everything possible to keep you safe and to protect you; he could already feel bile in his throat as he swallowed thickly, passing it off as a suppressed yawn. Fuck.
He felt awful already, knowing what he had to do, knowing that the only way to keep you safe was to become the very thing he swore he would never be.
But then… maybe it was just a nightmare, and maybe he just accidentally scratched himself while he was asleep and itched too hard. That was probably it. It was just a bad dream, and he had accidentally knocked himself a little.
"Tom?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you," you told him. "I wanna marry you."
#mlem writes#tom hanniger x reader#tom hanniger#my bloody valentine 2009#my bloody valentine 3d#my bloody valentine#slasher x reader#slasher x you#slasher x y/n#slasher imagines#slasher fic#slasher fandom#slasher fanfiction#slasher film#slasher lover#slasher movies#slasher reader#slasher writing#slasher#jensen ackles x reader#jensen ackles x you#jensen ackles x y/n#jensen ackles imagine#jensen ackles fanfiction#jensen ackles fic#jensen ackles oneshot#jensen ackles one shot#jensen ackles fanfic#jensen ackles
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Who Let Us Have A Group Chat?
Pairings: Blood Moon/DJ Music Man, Harvest Moon/Glamrock Bonnie, Eclipse/OC (well, not anymore)
Word Count: 1,160 Words
Summary: More backups, teenager discussions, and disabilities.
Warnings: Cursing, Sick (mentioned), Drinking (mentioned only), Caps, Injury (mentioned), Neglect Mention, Abuse Mention, let me know if I should add anything else.
Notes: Sirius is good Eclipse. Charon is Good Eclipse’s Moon. Altair is Good Eclipse’s Sun.
Chapter 11: Why Are There Teenagers?
4:14am
Who Took My Hat?
Moon: Why in the fuck did I just find three of your backups on my patrol? @Eclipse
Eclipse: ...wat?
Moon: Well, I've named oldest one Equinox. Lunar was awake and Bolide was visiting so they named the other two.
Eclipse: ...wat?
Lunar: I named the youngest! His name is Meridian!
Eclipse: ...wat?
Bolide: The middle one I named, his name is Solstice.
Eclipse: ...wat?
Moon: Three backups. They seem pretty harmless. Kinda adorable. Equinox finished the patrol with me.
Bolide: Solstice wanted to sleep, he was really tired.
Lunar: I forced Meridian in a bath. Your three new children are dirty as hell from being in the sewers.
Eclipse: .........
Moon: Okay, you're like half-alive, KC is probably asleep. We'll keep them for now, go back to sleep.
Eclipse: mmmk
7:45am
Who Took My Hat?
Eclipse: God, it wasn't a fever dream.
Moon: You're sick again?
Eclipse: Mhm, sick.
Moon: You okay?
Eclipse: I feel like hell. Can't breathe very well but they already broke the fever again.
Moon: You get sick way too often.
Eclipse: You're telling me, the one who gets sick too often. I hate this.
Moon: Good to know. We'll keep the triplets for a few days while you get better.
Eclipse: thx
Solar Flare: Father is quite sick. He's thrown up seven times now and couldn't get a full night's sleep even before your messages at 4am.
Moon: Poor fuck.
Lunar: I'm very pleased to say I've never gotten sick.
Eclipse: This is why I hate you sometimes.
Eclipse: You fucking healthy bastard.
Eclipse: And your perfect immune system.
Eclipse: Meanwhile I suffer because mine sucks.
Lunar: At least you're not eternally equivalent to a 14 year old.
Eclipse: I'm equivalent to an 18yo don't come at me with that shit, I'm barely legal.
Lunar: At least you're legal.
Moon: Wait, wait, wait, hold on. You two are kids?
Lunar: Yes.
Eclipse: Yes? In a way?
Moon: Me and Sun are both coded as twenty five!
Kill Code: I'm still the oldest, I'm 34.
Sun: Damn, you had Eclipse at 16. Rip
Moon: Just hold the fuck up, how many of you are minors!?
Sirius: 17
Brown Dwarf: Fifteen.
Supermassive: 16
Moon: We're just chilling with five minors!?
Blood Moon: Ha, we're older than you Eclipse! We're 21!
Harvest Moon: At least I'm legal to drink, I think I need to after learning that Eclipse is our little brother.
Sun: You literally would be legal for it anyway. It's not like someone's going to go up to a murderous robot and ask them for their ID or internally coded age.
Eclipse: You make a good point and I've proven this.
Kill Code: Why are you drinking underage!?
Eclipse: I was at a fancy party!
Kill Code: Why do you go to so many fancy places!?
Eclipse: Because I can.
Sun: 👀
Eclipse: Get those eyes away, I'm only 18!
Sun: You bastard, you have perfect excuses because of your code age.
Eclipse: Exactly. I want to be away from someone, 'I'm not legal'. I want to be near someone or do adult things 'I'm a legal adult'. It's not like anyone is going to challenge that because they don't know my actual age.
Sun: Smart little fucker.
Blood Moon: You haven't seen him walk into glass doors, have you?
Sun: No, but now I can imagine it and I can't stop laughing.
Moon: Can confirm, Sun sounds like a hyena.
Eclipse: I hate all of you.
Sun: To be fair, like Brownie, I wouldn't be able to see it but I can imagine the sound just THUNK OW
Moon: What?
Sun: Oh shit.
Moon: No, you explain yourself now!
Sun: Um...Moon, I'm half blind.
Moon: You're what?
Sun: I've always been like this, how have you not noticed?
Moon: I don't know! You're blind!?
Sun: Only half blind. I'm fully blind in the dark though. I can only really see in the daycare, the lights are that bright for a reason. I have a hard time seeing anywhere else. I thought you knew this.
Moon: Obviously not, Sunny, you have to tell me these things! I'm oblivious as fuck, Sun, you have to tell me or I won't realize it!
Sun: I thought you knew!
Moon: Is this why you hit into things or stay in place when the lights go out?
Sun: I plead the fifth.
Moon: You can't plead the fifth on a disability, Sunrise!
Sun: Moon, I didn't want to scare you! I thought it was better not to mention it since I thought you knew and disregarded it!
Moon: I would never disregard something like this!
Brown Dwarf: Blind besties?
Sun: Yes, Brownie, blind besties.
Sirius: Can I also be a blind bestie? My left eye is screwed up now.
Lunar: God, what did you do now?
Sirius: So I was fixing something with Chary looking after the daycare
Sirius: And I was working with my wrench close to my face
Sirius: And a kid came and jumped on what I was working on and it fell on me
Sirius: I shattered my left eye with my wrench. Just the outer layer but it hurts to be uncovered now.
Sun: Temporarily blind bestie.
Brown Dwarf: Rip Sirius, lost his left eye being a good mechanic.
Sirius: I have replacements, but we have it covered for now so I can help Charon with the daycare.
Eclipse: Do I have to steal you and fix it since Charon is disregarding your injuries again? We aren't having a repeat of the broken arm incident again.
Kill Code: Elbow joint? What? Again?
Eclipse: Siri got his arm stuck in the compactor trying to save one of his favorite bunny plushies that his bastard Monty threw in there and it crushed his arm. Charon was so busy with Altair he ignored it for a week before Sirius jumped dimensions and I noticed his arm and fixed it.
Kill Code: Is the child's bunny okay? Is he okay?
Sirius: No, Millie got crushed but I'm okay now. Clipse fixed me. But fine, I'll visit for the eye, I'll bring the replacement with me.
Eclipse: You better!
Sirius: Yes, Dr. Eclipse.
Eclipse: The fuck? I'm not the healer, Lunar's the mage.
Kill Code: I'm so lost.
Lunar: Dungeons and dragons. Me, Clipsey, Siri, Puppet, and a couple others are in a DnD group. I'm the mage but I don't have healing spells. Eclipse, our rogue, has every single healing spell.
Moon: Makes sense.
Eclipse: I am not your local doctor! I'm the sickest fucker here!
Moon: You're right, you're sick. Sirius, I'll replace your eye, then you can go visit Eclipse if you want to see him still.
Sirius: Thanks, just gotta sneak away before Char notices. I think Al should boot his performance programming soon anyway so I can sneak out then, since he's always distracted whenever the performance programming takes over.
#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#sun and moon show#sams#the daycare group chat au#fnaf moon#fnaf eclipse#fnaf lunar#fnaf bolide#fnaf solar flare#kill code moon#fnaf good eclipse#fnaf sirius#fnaf brown dwarf#fnaf supermassive#fnaf bloodmoon#fnaf harvest moon#fnaf sun#snoweywrites#tw cursing#tw sick mention#tw drinking mention#tw caps#tw injury mention#tw neglect mention#tw abuse mention
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Whumptober 2023
No. 10 - Broken Phone
Scogan Bingo challenge
Breaking the rules
The news weren’t too shocking, in hindsight. With a psychopath villain, equipped with a healing factor almost matching Logan's, in the equation? The only thing shocking about this damn letter placed at the X-Men's garden gate at sundown was how long this had taken to happen. Fall from the Statue of Liberty or not, Creed showing his ugly mug again had only been a question of time. Not to mention that the trail of ripped-off, abused, disfigured, and half-eaten bodies respectively their parts, both from mutants and normal people, that the bastard had left in New York's sewers in the last few weeks, should have been a pretty obvious hint.
There hadn’t been exactly a warning though, not that. From whom? Creed's allegiance with the Brotherhood, always quite loose as it was, seemed to be the only thing that had definitely been killed at Liberty Island.
At least that was what Charles was told when he reached out to his ex-lover in another part of those sewers. While he and Magneto weren’t exactly back on regular speaking terms, Charles trusted Magneto's offended assurance that he'd long cut ties with this feral lunatic who'd used to do the dirty work for him, for a while. Charles hadn’t exactly been at his best game since Alkali Lake either, bouts of depression and guilt alternatingly keeping him from focusing on his work, but in this case, Scott was willing to trust his judgment.
Whatever Creed wanted this time, it had nothing to do with Magneto's usual delusions, and the guy was being far too demonstrative to hope he wanted to keep his head down for a bit, after apparently finally recovering from that full-force optic blast he'd taken at Liberty Island. To keep a low profile, like any somewhat sane and reasonable member of their species did, until the dust of Stryker's despicable attacks would have settled.
Sane was famously not among Creed's distinguishing characteristics.
Guy was out for death and blood and destruction, he always was. And right now, if that unambiguously worded notice to Mutant High was anything to go by, revenge had another high-ranking spot on that terrifying priority list.
Well, not for long.
On his way to the cellar already, Scott hectically listed all the things in his head necessary for gearing up tonight, not even bothering with a briefing, the contents of which wouldn’t have changed his decision.
Only Charles' gruff order in the back of his mind had him stop in his tracks.
'Where do you think you're going, boy?'
'You want him to make good on his threat?' Scott deliberately recalled the image for Charles to see on his mind, of those few spidery scribbled words on some moldy newspaper he'd picked up just in time from inside the garden wall before one of the kids could possibly find it. Before the children seeking protection in this place would have had to read in detail how some psychotic motherfucker threatened to kidnap, torture, and kill them one by one unless Scott went to find him for a duel.
'I'm taking care of this. No need to involve anyone else.'
'Scott, we're a team.' The unwelcome mental touch inside grew stronger as Scott could feel Charles' physical presence approach as well, probably already in the elevator.
Which was all the more a reason to hurry on without looking back, for once even without the usual tortured side-glance at the sick bay door, the dark activity lights of some rooms hardly used since Alkali Lake. That was a pain Scott had had to deal with basically alone every day in those last months. Only the occasional unexpectedly friendly bender together with Logan in the latter's favorite bar had probably saved him from drowning in depression entirely in this worst period of his life. Given that Charles, in his own mourning and regrets, once more only seemed to remember that Scott actually existed when it was about something Scott was fucking up, he was very welcome to talk to the locked hangar door this time.
'We used to be, yes. It's about time we actually go back to that. Starting with that rabid feral threatening our kids. This is my job, Professor. He's been waiting to get his hands on Ororo forever, and Logan needs to watch the mansion, in case this is a trap. I won't be long.'
"You're not going, Scott, and that's my last word."
Almost. Scott would almost have made it through the door to the armory, to his uniform and weapons, before the elevator opened to reveal a visibly annoyed Charles. The lines of age rapidly catching up with Scott's mentor lately were furrowing that high forehead even deeper that day. A piercing, steady glance from those intense grey eyes drilling into Scott's let him know, his mentor wasn't above enforcing his wishes using his gift if he needed to.
"You spent more time drinking the night away since Jean's death than in the gym. You're no match for someone like Creed. And I need you to update the mansion's security measures since Sabretooth is around Westchester somewhere. We'll talk about this together with the others tomorrow and decide our next steps. Try to get some sleep until then for once instead of nursing another bottle."
"But …" Furious at this point, Scott clenched his fists but stepped away from the hangar at last when Charles fixed his gaze unblinking.
"You have your orders. Good night, Scott." Charles nodded at the elevator demonstratively, not moving his wheelchair an inch before Scott had stomped past him, outraged, and pressed the button of the teacher's floor with a too-harsh movement.
Only then did he leave himself, towards the place where Cerebro had once used to be. A hall which was still, in spite of all the best attempts of a variety of team members, pupils, and allies, was nothing yet what it had used to be. Certainly not a device working well enough to find a jumbled-up but still strong mind like Creed's. The place did serve well enough though to stare at the wall for hours, wallowing in your own misery, Scott supposed.
Recapitulating the last few months, admittedly, he wasn’t in a good position to judge that.
Well, no more of that.
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Scott was nice enough to wait until he could be sure, Charles was asleep. Chances were, this whole thing might go wrong in spite of all preparations, ending probably with Scott having to show up at the doorstep of Hank's apartment downtown to have a few tendons sewn back in place or a broken bone or two to splint.
Or worse.
Whatever. You didn’t get into this business if you couldn’t live with that possibility.
At least Charles wouldn’t have to blame himself if he was oblivious to his team leader leaving the mansion in the silence of the night.
It was for such cases exactly that Scott kept one of his bikes in a dark alleyway nearby. Not that he'd ever needed it for insubordination before, admittedly. While he did have a bad conscience about breaking his mentor's rules, what was Charles to do, cut his allowance? Scott finally needed to start doing his goddamn job again and protect his team and his house instead of either feeling sorry for himself nonstop or spending more nights than he would have been comfortable admitting wondering how it came, Logan and he had been spending a remarkable amount of time together lately for two people hating each other's guts.
Logan wouldn’t be thrilled about Scott going rogue for a night either, he supposed. But Scott simply felt a lot safer, leaving the mansion with someone capable there who had proven more than once how much he cared about the people living in it. And if they would get their hands bloody again over this in another sparring match … Well, not to mention that there were worse things than being pinned to the ground by a well-built, sweat-covered feral, at least Charles wouldn’t be able to complain about Scott's lacking workout schedule again then.
Really, he could only win, Scott thought with a wry grin behind the shield of the usually neglectable helmet he'd opted for today for stealth reasons alone. Just one challenging solo quest, not least to clear his mind off the last few months' lethargy, and afterward, things would be back in order. No big deal.
Not even an hour later, both that confidence and any impulse to smile whatsoever were entirely gone.
Tracking down a target that wanted to be found was always easy; getting cocky about that was such a ridiculous beginner's mistake, Scott soon had to wonder if Charles had maybe been right, not thinking him capable of this mission on his own. He should have taken a closer look at that small, windowless concrete block of a factory hall to which he'd followed Creed's trail before getting inside. Then he'd never have ended up trapped in the middle of a room filled to the brim with barrels full of chemicals and explosives in the first place.
Scott knew he was in trouble the moment the door was locked behind him and a single, flickering light on the ceiling went on, revealing this remarkably well-thought-out trap that forbade him from even thinking about using his blasts in this place if he didn’t want to blow himself up.
Startled, he spun around, one of the diamond-sharp blades he'd equipped himself with as an alternative to his VISOR already at hand, expecting his enemy either by that door or about to pounce him fangs-first.
But Creed had already retreated back into the shadows between the barrel rackets. That it really was him, the breathtaking stench of rotting meat and matted fur alone left no doubt about. And the bastard was obviously in a mood to play.
"So easy …" There was something … off about that voice since Scott had heard it threatening one of his team last. The same sadistic chuckle, sure, but the primitive lust for hunting had been replaced by something sounding more ambitious, something sharper. Maybe spending a lot of time underwater had at least cleared a certain mind, clouded by illegal mutant experiments before, since it obviously already hadn’t been able to solve a missing sense of personal hygiene.
This time, Scott didn’t even have time for a weak grin, busy retreating into the next best tactically useful corner himself. One far from the vessels containing the most toxic shit he didn’t even want to come close to, between the bulky, rusty shape of forklift and a counter that would at least give some cover once Creed would decide to ditch his own. Far worse preconditions than he'd hoped for, admittedly, but this wasn’t over yet.
All pride and stubbornness aside, Scott wasn’t entirely suicidal – though the time since Alkali Lake had taken a toll on him as this night proved –, so he also used the quick moment of hopefully being unwatched to grab his phone. A soundless curse came from his lips when he had had to realize that his enemy had either indeed grown somewhat smarter since his alleged death or he'd had help – the reception was entirely jammed.
And only now Scott started to regret coming here with a private ride that didn’t even have a damn communicator on it.
Well, he had come here to deal with this issue alone.
Thrusting his jaw forward, he forced himself to breathe shallowly but slowly, calmly, to force his heart rate into reasonable parameters, trying to listen to every smallest noise in the building, to know when his enemy would be approaching. Something that the loud humming of some air conditioning made harder though.
Good thing, neither of them was here to hide. "You asked for me, Creed. Wanna spill it before I blow you into molecules for a second time?"
"We both know you're not gonna do that, One-Eye," Creed answered lightly, from somewhere fortunately still far away. "How would your precious little team go on if you spilled your guts all over this building? Perhaps you also missed the trailers on the other side of the street? You blow this baby up, there'll be a couple of whores and bums less in New York's streets. Be my guest though. Nothing I've not come back from. I like free haircuts."
Yeah, definitely an update in the brains department.
Swallowing another curse, Scott rubbed his forehead in agitation and took another look at his phone display, with no different result, sadly, before putting the damn thing away. Now he'd have to prove how much he'd really forgotten about his hand-to-hand skills in that extended period of grief.
"Bring it, then." He must have knelt in that damn dusty corner for longer than he'd realized, he thought with a frown, pushing himself back to his feet as he staggered for a second, his knees feeling wobbly …
Only then it dawned on him that this slightly sweet smell in the air might not only come from those fucking chemicals stacked all around him.
God fucking damnit.
"No need to hurry. You're not going anywhere anytime soon." Creed had come a lot closer – which had just become Scott's smallest problem – but true to his words, still didn’t make any move to attack, instead lurking in some opposite corner that Scott couldn’t quite make out from where he he'd crouched down on his knees again with a suddenly very dry throat. Bastard knew exactly he had all the cards in his hands and enjoyed his triumph, getting comfortable there in the dirt and dusk with a purr. The rustling of some bags and the cluttering of metal before some disgusting slurping revealed, motherfucker had the nerve to start a damn picnic over there instead of engaging in a fight he would be undoubtedly superior in.
Scott's stomach turned when Creed carelessly threw the remains of his snack his way which consisted of a shredded human hand almost gnawed down to the bones. Somehow, he managed to fight back the tightness in his throat, somehow. Wasting air by throwing up was a very bad idea right now. The Shi’ar breather capsule he'd plucked from his belt upon realizing there was some damn narcotic spreading in this hall wouldn’t last forever. That stuff, whatever it was, wouldn’t affect Creed a lot thanks to his healing factor but take Scott out in a matter of minutes. He better came up with a plan real fucking quick if he didn’t want to be on this asshole's menu next.
"No answer?" Creed chuckled darkly, apparently with a pretty good idea where that quiet whistling of artificially conserved air and an alarmingly weak buzz of the device's battery came from. "That's alright, prettyboy. I'm not interested in hearing anything from you but screams and pleas for your life when I get started on you. And for death, soon enough. Gonna have to disappoint ya on that one though. You, I'm gonna take apart piece by piece." Another demonstrative loud nibble on dry flesh, more bones cracking before being spit to the ground just close enough for Scott to realize that whoever that had once been had not even been an adult yet.
"You're going to regret every single inch you made me fall down that Statue, and every hour I spent with my lungs full of water on that bottom, before I bite your throat. Think Imma cut off a few souvenirs off of you for your kids and your loverboy at home, too. I bet he'll want to know what happened to his latest bedwarmer. You two looked awfully close in that bar the other week … Guy's leaking pheromones all over the place as soon as you're nearby. It's almost cute."
Creed let out a bellowing laugh when Scott stiffened both in ice-cold shock and growing agitation regarding a situation that was even more serious than he'd realized at first, entirely underestimating someone with a formerly impaired mind, unaware that a certain healing factor might be able to repair even such damage, with time …
The consequences of this carelessness were not only about to catch up with him at full speed.
Logan …
It was a scream of anger, confusion, and worry rearing up in the shape of that one certain name in his mind as he slowly felt dizziness and darkness spreading in his head and heaviness in his limbs. Whatever was poisoning the air of this damn hall was already far too deep in his cells to even think about an even fight, or about an escape. In five minutes or so, Scott would end up helplessly in the hands of this psycho, and if people at home, including a certain man he'd grown far fonder of than he'd even realized, wouldn’t be smarter about this comeback of one of their worst enemies ...
Logan.
Trying to suppress the thought especially of this one person that Creed was obviously after in particular, Scott clenched his teeth harder around the capsule between his lips, sending a small surge of adrenaline through his too-slow blood flow. Flexing his muscles, he shook himself again and again, trying to clear his mind, without much success. He had to keep trying though, he had to stay awake, to fight back … He couldn’t let get Creed anywhere near his home, anywhere near Logan who didn’t even have an idea the guy was back …
How far out of it he'd really already been, he only realized, when a huge, fur-covered hand suddenly closed around his throat, easily lifting him up into the air from his hiding place, black eyes glistening with lust staring right into his as Creed ripped the breather capsule from his mouth with his free hand. A first harsh blow to Scott's stomach stifled any weak attempts at freeing himself before they could really arise.
"You smell delicious, pretty-boy…" Pulling him close, ignoring his struggling, Creed licked a long, greedy stripe up and down the side of Scott's neck, a threat no longer needed to know what was to come next. "I can see why that feral on your team wants you so badly … Too bad. Guy should have been faster ..."
Fighting consciousness already, Scott didn’t even really understand at first what was happening; for that, it went far too quickly. One moment, Creed was cutting off his air, a greedy paw fumbling with the zipper of Scott's uniform top, the next, he was suddenly dropped to the ground as a very familiar sound of extending claws came out of nowhere, an inhumane, deafening scream echoing through the hall. Blood squirted on Scott's face, burning in his mouth as he gasped for air, making him retch all over again, and then there was another, taller, and heavier body crashing next to his, torrents of red gushing from between two opened jugulars.
"Guess I'm late to the party. Invitation must have ended up in spam." Logan looked down at Scott half in amusement, half worried, and fully pissed as Scott scrambled to sit up, but made no move to help him for the moment, keeping his claws right where they were, buried deep in Creed's gut and throat. To render the guy as incapable as possible and thereby secure an escape, Scott supposed. This wouldn’t be more than a draw for the moment, that much was clear after this meeting. He should be damn glad, Logan had apparently had the right hunch and followed him. This could have gone real south real fast.
Creed only proved that with another hateful hiss even while half bleeding out, struggling under Logan's adamantium-steeled body to get free. That same intense, almost longing look was on his face as earlier when he'd talked about Scott's teammate as he looked up to Logan from pain-addled eyes. "And here I was thinking you'd never show up. Come on, Jimmy, let me go. You don't really want to keep working for these losers, do you? I tracked down a few of our old sources after they pulled me from the water. What do you say, we have some fun with prettyboy here, and then we revive the good old days together. What?"
Creed only laughed even louder, as crazy as ever in spite of his newfound heightened intelligence, when Logan stared back at him in bewilderment, just as much at a loss as Scott what the guy was talking about. "Still don't remember, huh? Too bad. Don't worry, I'll refresh your memory. Cute kid like this? We used to fuck and eat that for dinner every week back then. It can be like that again. Come on, don't be a spoilsport. I'll even let you have the first go with our One-Eye before taking you to my place. You and I together? Humanity and the rest of the world won't stand a chance."
"Tempting," Logan gritted out with a strained voice, his enemy's blood drying in his beard as he visibly fought for composure, in a way Scott had had to fear he'd lose at some point so often in the past … Only now he realized how wrong he had really been about believing in Logan's faith and self-control so little.
"Too bad for you, I prefer to sleep with mentally stable people."
Another quick flickering of his wrists, a twist of claws, then Sabretooth's head rolled across the floor, leaving a remarkable trail of blood still.
"Come on, before someone puts the bastard back together." Logan didn’t give Scott even a second to process what had just happened before pulling him to his feet, supporting his stumbling, half-conscious shape on the way toward the hole he'd entirely silently cut into that door.
Only when they had somehow, in spite of their lousy appearance, made it to the jeep that Logan must have come here with, without attracting the wrong attention, Logan finally turned to Scott with a shaky breath. Reaching out for him, he rested two knuckles on Scott's forehead and felt his pulse. "You alright, Slim?"
Scott had never felt less capable of answering that question, and he'd never felt it was less insignificant to do so. "Logan …"
Before Logan could get the stupid idea of letting go, his face tightening at the utter dumbfounded tone in Scott's voice, Scott reached up with a still heavily trembling hand to hold Logan's right there, on his neck, where it was quickly chasing away the memory of that sickening sensation of a predator's saliva and teeth far too close earlier.
"Yeah, no, you are definitely going to Hank's. You're intoxicated to the brim." Logan tried to pull away from Scott's grasp, half-heartedly enough to hope he didn’t mean it.
He was probably right, little as Scott liked to admit it, but before they would leave and Scott would undoubtedly have to face two days' worth of sermons from more than one side, he had to be sure. He had to know.
"Is it true? What he said?" he asked quietly, shyly linking his fingers with Logan's.
Or at least he tried. To his dismay, Logan was even faster now to let go of him, his lips a thin line. "Which part do you mean? That I used to be his partner in crime, apparently, or that the only person who can tell me about my past is a murdering psychopath? Then again, seems like I'm better off not knowing anyway," he added with a bitter laugh, burying both hands in his hair, staring ahead into the dark street.
Seeing Logan look as lost as it had never happened before, in spite of the guy's amnesia, helped overcome Scott the last of his own bewilderment. This man had been there for him for the better part of the last half year, protecting him from the worst of a fall that Scott hadn’t even realized how close to it he had really been, and though they'd really not exactly been friends in the beginning no less. Now that it was Logan, possibly facing the shambles of what he'd thought was his life so far, it was him who needed support, not alienation.
"It doesn’t matter, you know." Somehow shaking off the heaviness in his bones, Scott pushed himself away from his seat to lean over to Logan and rest his hand on his cheek, ignoring the grime soiling his beard. A shower was very much in order for both of them right now anyway. With any luck, they might even be able to take it together. "Guy's head is a monkey circus, but even if any of what he said is right … And I doubt it, Logan, because I know you … This is not who you are now."
"And what is that, Slim? Who am I to you?" This time, when Logan took Scott's hand in his, it felt planned, and right.
"You're the one who keeps saving my ass for some reason. And it's about damn time I show you how grateful I am for that." With that, Scott leaned in closer, hesitatively still, his heart sinking for a moment when the light touch of his lips against Logan's wasn’t answered …
Then Logan's other hand was back on his neck, pulling him closer so abruptly that their teeth clanked together before a hot tongue invaded his mouth with the hunger and greed of a starving man. And with Logan, Scott didn’t ever need to be afraid that these desires would take some inhuman grotesque shape like with that bastard back there in that factory hall.
"You know you're still getting your ass whupped for pulling that stunt tonight, right?" Logan grumbled when they finally detached, both breathing faster, the air in the car suspiciously heavy all without chemicals this time.
Scott shrugged, unfazed. "I like paddles best, in case you want to take notes."
Somehow, he managed to dodge a well-deserved slap to the back of his head in spite of his slightly battered condition.
On the way to Hank's, he was fast asleep within two minutes.
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TRIMAX VOLUME ONE LETS GOOOOOO
....i didnt remember this was just 6 chapters...wow
ANYWAY LETS GO
chap 1:
-youre right IT MUST BE TOLD TIL THE END OF TIMES
-1st act of god you say...huh
-yeah who could believe that...thats insane....jaja
-ERIKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
-ik this was written in the 90s but i still dont like eriks saying that, like wth man lina is right
-hey lina :3 missed you
-....i like the new glasses...
-THAT SHOT REFLECTING VAHS YES THATS NICE LETS GO
-"lina cover your eyes :]" oh :c
-"oh is eriks again" :c
-YEAH GRANNY KILL THEM ALL >:D
-"stop. some legend that is" ow :c
-this is all just so sad cuz he rea;;y wanted to retire but he cant :c hes vash the stampede
-ww laughing at fake vash is the best xd
-YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH >:D
-also thats funny cuz yeah vash COULD shoot you in a matter of seconds but thats not what his name means and i really like that :3
chap 2:
-aw lina :c
-imagine going to the store and finding the silliest/most depressed wet cat in the universe ready for adoption
-GIVE ME THE PONY TAIL STAMPEDE GIVE IT TO ME PLS
-ok but how did you (from the perspective of a stranger) figure that knives was a name? knives comes from knife, so if a random person read "knives" wouldn't they think about the utensil first?????
-vash: how do you know so much about this evil entity that is my brother?
ww: hehe, please
-ily lina theyre talking bs
-YEAH >:D FREE BODY GUARD
-...im not ready for stampede eriks i will evaporate
-OH MY GOD THE HAIR
-BRO SHUT UP OFC SHE SAYS SHE DOESNT HAVE THAT POWER WHEN HE KICKED (i think) A FUCKING BULLET IM SO SAD
-....I WILL EVAPORATE IM TELLING YOU
chap 3:
-YEY MERYLS BDAY :D
-go get your vacation queen ily
-keele i will yeet you into the sun
-im never not going to be so fucking mad at HOW EASY THAT WAS BECAUSE THIS BASTARD MENTIONED MERYL LIKE IK YOU MISS YOUR DEAR FRIEND BUT OMG it just makes me sad
-wolfwood :3
-i like that :3 meryl just cant be an office person anymore when shes discover more of her world and people like vash. even if she almost died a lot of times, those were also the times when she was alive.
-YEAH MILLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
chap 4:
-:c
-ok but that panel with mostly shade is scary
-i also want to lift my whole self with my arm :D (she said even though just walking places makes him tired)
-ok but if he trained like that for 150 years no wonder he's the only pro gunman ever
-i like his face on that panel, he's amazed and proud that one of his siblings survived for that long
-vash knows why is it always like that and he understands it but god he wishes so hard for it to just fucking stop and it breaks my little heart
-hes literally just an anime girl saying "hi-mi-tsu :3" (im so sorry i will never say that again but I'm right)
-he remembers people and names after so many fucking years
-also those children probably have never met him but vash gives so much ragdoll energy that they went with it (ok never mind maybe they did but you get the idea)
-cmon brad :c why are you so mean to him :c
-SHUT UP OMG SHUT UP
-all of this just backs up the SA interpretation and although it hurts my feelings....damn its just good writing. like not knowing what your own body can do and people taking advantage of that...makes me fucking sick (in a good and bad way i truly don't know how to explain it)
-BRAD LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE AHHHHHH >:c WHY IS EVERYONE SO MEAN TO HIM
-noooooooooooooooooooooo :c every time someone calls/vash calls himself a monster this user loses 5 years of their life :D
-wolfwood sir your projection will make me want to eat my own arm
-NIGHTOW IM JUST PROCESSING WHAT WW SAID YOU CANT THROW CUTE LITTLE FACES AT ME SIR PLS NOOOO
-"run away run away ">:b" i love him so much
chap 5:
-the chapters cant keep starting with flashbacks I'm gonna start WEEPING
-is geranium tea a thing? maybe vash would like geranium tea
-how dare you, my vash the stampede would never side with the cops, he's acab i know that in my heart
-THAT ONE PANEL MY BELOVED (the onle about looking without his eyes)
-hes so fucking done
-yey conflict time :3 boi oh boi
chap 6:
-oh the title placement on this one :3
-i dont think he will (or that he is) fine after all of this but sure
-such a loud chapter and vash is so quiet
-and again, there all judging, expecting to see what will vash do
-"what do you know about my pain" brb I'm gonna EAT SOME GLASS REAL QUICK
-...
-its like....its like why, why make me suffer like this. its not even heavy stuff its just that everything hurts. his impulse and desire to help everyone, his reason why, how others see him while he tries and sometimes win while other times fails. it all hurts in a weird way.
-...legato why are you inside a fridge (i kinda forgot lol)
WHAT A VOLUME i need to lay down
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The chain are confused on what timeline their in but warrior can make out some but the state the landmarks look bit older or have damage on it but lucky they see a town and go there for information gather and quick pick up for supplies only to hear a shop owner yelling out and the chain turn to look to see what look like a someone steal something from the shop and twilight the closest try to stop the thief to be a good bystander but the thief quickly use wind magic to blast twilight away and the thief still running away as the chain see pay the rest of their stuff and help twilight then track/chase after the thief.
Twilight track the thief by scent as wolfie leading the chain to what look to be a ruins and time look to the chain and form a plan making the group split up to make sure the thief can't escape in case the plan failed.
Warrior, twilight, wild are the first to be bait and walk inside the ruins but stop dead in their tracks to not only see the thief but see that there's a little girl sick on the bedroll. The thief use the stolen goods to make medicine for the girl til the thief which is bearly around wind age notice the three and he glare daggers at them like the three are truly a threat to himself and the sick girl.
Wild try to take a step forward to spreak but the thief(boy) jump up to pull out a dagger to defend himself and the sick girl who's sleeping on the bedroll .
Thief: leave or I'll gut you from were you fucking stand.
Wild step a step back shock to the immediately death threat and look back to warrior and twilight on what to do now since the situation clearly have changed so twilight try to walk forward to talk but the thief point his hand to the three way using wind magic again to blast them out of the ruin room the two kids are living in.
The Thief then drop his dagger and cover his mouth to be coughing up blood fall to his knees as the three quick to get up and wild ran back to inform the group as warrior and twilight try again but they see the thief well kid notice and blood hand grab the dagger but warrior quick to stop him and pin him down while he try to clam the kid down as twilight check the little sick girl and the thief kid try struggles to free himself to see the teen close to his sister but warrior held him down.
Warrior: hey clam down we're not!-
Thief kid: fuck you bastard! Stay away from my sister!
Warrior: clam down!
Thief kid: fuck off dad!
Warrior and twilight stop to hear him call Warrior dad both shocked but by the way the kid glares to Warrior their history must be bad enough that Warrior wonders what have happened that made his own *future * children hate him that much.
Eventually the rest of the chain came and they allow the thief to be near his sick sleeping sister but without his dagger but the thief refused any the chain near his sister but warrior asking questions and the thief glare at warrior.
Warrior: we're is.....your mother?-
Thief: she's killed by Ganondorf.
Warrior: what-
Thief: we waited for our parents to return only for hyrulian soilders to come to the house, then they lock us inside the house to set it on fire! The fire burn me but I got my sister and myself out, where were you dad?! You left us!
The thief pull down the hood to show his face that looks like warrior, eyes are pale blue but having a big burned scar on the right side of his face down to end on his neck only at the right side. The chain look horribly so does warrior to hear not only Ganondorf survive but killed his future wife and he never returned to his two children and seeing his scar burned face.
Little girl: ..big brother?..
Warrior look to see his daughter to see her eyes are blue, hair curly brown and skin dark but stop to see theres tears in her eyes as the thief look to his sister with a gentle eyes and move closer to her to comfort her to try get her back to sleep but the chain can see the two child's hands, the little girl have the Triforce of wisdom and the thief have the Triforce of courage glowing lightly making Warrior felt despair that his children have the cured marks and is trembling that the cycle continues.
:O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Yeah, you’re right...
Yomiuri, this isn’t just about Mizuta, this is about an entire financial group-
Let it burn.
Dude...
Who gives a shit about a bunch of greedy corporate bastards? Even if we don’t do anything, the investigation’s gonna fry their asses. Either way, what’s it matter?
Your dad can find a job somewhere else. He’s not the one we need to be worried about.
And what, exactly, do you think will be the consequences if it turns out Mizuta’s a major player? We don’t know what exactly he’s been doing is the thing!
But more to the point, need I remind you of the huge-ass recession that hit not even five years ago? And after the earthquake? Fukushimia-Daiichi? You’re saying you don’t care if we cause Japan another crisis?
...
Ordinary people are the ones who’ll be affected most by this. You know that.
You mean that people who are gonna suffer and die if we don’t do anything to stop Mizuta and Shirogane?
We are doing something!
Yeah, you’re sitting around here, twiddling your thumbs and hoping a solution is gonna come to you.
And it sounds like you’re looking for any excuse you can to kill someone. Weren’t you freaking out about how shitty you were afraid this made you?
Boys, please-
This is different. The people in 2030 gave us a very clear warning: if Mizuta and Shirogane aren’t stopped, that’s gonna lead to a whole long string of killing games, the deaths of our families, our children, for forty fucking years. And that’s on TOP of the killing games those pieces of shit in Europe pull on that boat!
...The world is sick and broken, Hinata. It needs us to fix things, and we can’t do that if we’re always playing it safe. Especially not when you’re making it all about you.
I’m not! I’m trying to come up with a solution to all this, one that can solve this without causing more problems for everyone else!
Because you still think that this is gonna end with all of us keeping our honor intact, as long as you play your cards right.
Yes. I do.
...
...It must be nice, seeing things with that uncomplicated world view.
But you’re setting yourself up for failure, Hinata. This isn’t gonna play out like you want it, and some of us have a lot more at stake than you. I just hope you’re prepared to deal with that, if you really think this isn’t the best option.
Remember, the people in power do not care about us. They don’t see us as people. So why should we see them any differently?
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I have to say something about this because it is really starting to piss me off and I need to rant about this to get it off my chest, so warning for long post ahead! And I apologize if I seem all over the place, I'm writing this sleep deprived and have nothing but rage fueling me at this point.
The fact that people are getting so upset about Disney putting a scene about a girl going through her first period is so fucking stupid. And everytime I hear them trying to make an argument against it, it physically hurts to listen to it.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, Disney's newest show, "Baymax!" which is a spinoff series of the movie "Big Hero 6", has a 1 minute and 30 second scene where Baymax helps a young unprepared, confused and scared girl, who is stuck in a public bathroom, get through her first period. Baymax leaves to get her menstrual products to help but is uncertain as to what exactly he should get for her. He asks for help and people nearby gives him different options to choose from. Still unsure as to what to get for her, he buys a large variety and gives them to the girl. The scene is basically Baymax helping a young girl who's going through puberty and is experiencing a natural body function but is uncertain in how to handle it.
And people are complaining about the fact that children are being exposed to such "sexualized content". Bro, wtf do you find sexual about a period? It's a part of puberty, something that every person goes through. The only people who think this way are the sick bastards who sees girls/women as nothing more than sexual objects and that a period is an indicator that the girl is "ready to reproduce".
To start off, periods are not an adult topic. It's not something that should be censored for children. Girls aren't getting periods when they're 18 years old, when they've become "fully grown women". They're getting them while they're still young children. The average age that a child gets their first period is around 16, at the latest, and 10, at the earliest. Not to mention that the recommended age that you're child should learn about them is when they're 8 at the latest because there are cases where they can get them as young as 8.
People claim that Disney "went too far" by putting such a topic in one of their shows and are now refusing to watch anything of Disney's except for their earlier works since they're much more "child friendly". Like, bro, no they're not!
For example;
- They're ok with their child watching The Lion King, THE LION KING; a movie where the villain explicitly states that he plans on killing his own brother and child nephew for selfish reasons.
- A movie where you see a character literally being thrown to his DEATH, followed by a scene where his son finds his corpse ON SCREEN and begins to cry and cuddle up to said corpse.
- A movie where the villain blames the CHILD for the death of his father, telling him to "Run away and never return!", before sending a group of hyenas to KILL HIM.
A movie where multiple animal skeletons are shown onscreen more than once. Where in one scene where the villain grabs a fucking skull and sings a little diddy to it. FUN!
- A movie where the ending shows the shadows of the villain literally being mauled to death and presumably eaten by a pack of hyenas.
Yet despite all that, The Lion King is considered a "classic children's" movie that parents have no problems with showing their child. But the second a TAMPON is on screen, THEN they're worried about their child's "innocence".
"BuT mY cHiLd DoEsN't WaNt To SeE a ScEnE aBoUt PaDs!¡!¡"
Well, I'm pretty sure they also didn't want to see a scene where a guy gets fucking murdered by his own brother yet you have no problems with them watching that now do you?
"LeTs BoYcOtT dIsNeY!¡!¡"
Oh what's next, you're gonna boycott fucking Wal-Mart for also having menstrual care products? Go up to the store manager and demand to have them remove the entire aisle because your child might see it and get traumatized??
"cHiLdReN sHoUlD bE lEfT tO jUsT bE cHiLdReN!¡!¡"
Oh so 10 year old girls all of a sudden stop being children once they get theirs. Nothing is stopping them from being kids why are you keen on gatekeeping information form them?
"ThEy ShOuLd Be LeFt OuT oF aDuLt SiTuAtIoNs!¡!¡
Periods concern children too since they start when, surprise surprise, you're still a child.
"tHeY wOuLdN't UnDeRsTaNd!¡!¡"
By the time they're 6 or 7 years old, most kids can understand the basics of periods. And if they can understand murder and death they can understand periods.
"Oh BuT gIrLs ArE tAuGhT tHiS bY oThErS, wHy DoEs It NeEd To Be ShOwN oN tV!¡!¡"
If they already know about why tf are you so pissed about them being shown it? They're also taught about death and such and you have no problems with murder being shown in the movies. Why is this so different?
"dIsNeY sHoUlDn'T bE tRyInG tO pArEnT oThErS cHiLdReN, tHeY'lL kNoW aBoUt It WhEn ThEiR pArEnTs DeCiDe ThEy ShOuLd KnOw AbOuT iT!¡!¡"
That's like getting mad at someone for teaching your 2 year old how to walk before you decided that they were "ready to learn". If your child has to learn something like what periods are from a kids show before you teach it to them, then you've done a shit job in parenting your child. Maybe you should actually educate your child instead of constantly shoving them in front of a TV screen.
"DiSnEy HaS bEcOmE tOo WoKe!¡!¡"
Since when has having a normal bodily function become woke??
You really want to boycott a show to protect children, then fucking boycott shows that are like Toddlers & Tiaras where they have young, YOUNG girls put on heavy makeup and dance in a fucking two piece.
And the funniest thing is, a lot of these complaints I've seen about this scene are from fucking GROWN MEN keen on gatekeeping important information from young girls. And I'm sick and tired of all these sensitive snowflakes freaking out over a fucking maxi pad. Like seriously, grow up. Properly educate your child so that they don't wake up one day confused, in pain and bleeding everywhere completely unprepared. Educate your children. Actually be a parent.
#crazywolfsthings#I think that's the end of that#idk#Let me know if I should edit any of this#Or if got some information wrong#Feel free to add to this if you want#Don't really know how to tag this#And if you're wondering why I never brought the trans man buying pads#I felt like that part should be talked about from someone more knowledgeable about it#I didn't want to accidentally spread information about it#Sorry#Also if you're made it this far#Have some chocolate and a heating pad#As a reward#Baymax!#Periods#Ok I think I'm done here#For now at least#rant
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Israel is the holy land and the Israeli Jews, Catholic and Christians are God’s chosen people and of course they get attacked by evil mfs soulless beings on this this app, Instagram, Twitter X, TikTok I understand Israel and Palestine has been having war for many decades Israeli’s are getting framed with Hamas doing’s some people are really brainwashing others saying that Israeli’s are evil how the hell is Godly people are evil why don’t you see the light and stop being blind for once and realize that it’s not the Jews that are evil it’s the terrorist groups like Hamas is evil people that are in Hamas are the ones who putting bombs c4 on children they’re using all the civilians as shields these sick terror groups are evil they have no souls but all I see here is antisemitism and it makes me sick you morons with no IQ levels and no damn education are pointing your fucking fingers at the wrong place and wrong people It’s the radical Muslims the Islamic radical Muslims those people love to fight love to kill they love to put bombs on children and force the children to sacrifice themselves
You think having the poor innocent children killing themselves is a good thing hell no but these sick mfs with the Taliban scarfs on their head they sure love putting children in danger and they sure love killing poor innocent children in life
there’s no damn peace there will never be peace until The war eventually ends and until Jesus returns then it will be peace and in the end Israel will be saved for last and in the end Israel will win!
Hamas must end Isis must end The Taliban must end the al-Qaeda must end in the world then it will be peace
If these evil terror organizations doesn’t end then most likely America could have another attack or something big could happen these terrors groups must come to an end asap!
I’m not a Jew but I do support my Ally Israel 🇮🇱
I do have Russian-Israeli heritage in me even though it’s just 3% it still counts
If you support Palestine well I guess you love Hamas and all the terror groups as well and the babies getting killed with bombs stuck onto them chest only soulless bastards supports a terrorist organization and territory and it’s the damn truth rather you people like it or not!
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Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 18a
*Warning Adult Content*
Blackmail - Part 1
- Knox -
There isn't an audience in the kill room tonight.
Knox has yet to utter a word, so it's been No Name doing all the talking.
The man seems eager to meet his maker because he hasn't stopped running his mouth after regaining consciousness.
He spews threat after threat toward Knox like he isn't the one naked, bound and spread out on top of the stone table.
Knox is un-phased, to say the least.
Shit-talkers are usually the quickest to submit, so this should be a fairly easy kill.
"You stupid fucks don't have a clue about how badly you fucked up tonight," exclaims No Name.
"When our supplier finds out about what your crew did..."
"Enough."
Grabbing a dirty rag off the tray beside him, Knox turns around and shoves it deep into the man's mouth.
He then puts on a black pair of gloves and grabs something identical to an ice cream scooper before moving to stand at the head of the table.
No Name's eyes widen a fraction as Knox looks down at him from above.
"I usually give you assholes a choice in the beginning, the easy way out or the hard way out but tonight, I'm choosing for you."
In a swift and effortless move, Knox uses the tool to remove No Name's right eye.
The man's muffled screams fill the room with a dreadful sound, his body thrashing against the hard stone as he struggles to free himself.
Knox sets the tool aside in exchange for a mini-blow torch.
After creating The Fallen Angels emblem on No Name's stomach, he then hovers it above No Name's missing eye while removing the filthy rag from his mouth.
"You know I'm with The Fallen Angels and I know you're a Jackal," Knox says, quickly getting the introductions out of the way.
"Where the fuck has Russell been hiding? I know you all abandoned your old clubhouse, so where's the new one located?"
"I..." the man sobs through his reply, adrenaline and pain causing his body to shake uncontrollably.
"I don't fucking know where Russell is. He hasn't..."
"Wrong answer."
Knox lightly torches No Name's empty eye socket, his own expression is calm like he's roasting marshmallows over a fire.
Reducing a grown man to tears while pushing him to the point where he unashamedly begs for his life usually makes Knox feel something on the inside.
Tonight is different.
Tonight he feels... absolutely nothing.
"You seem to have forgotten about your wallet being in my possession. Quite a lot of information can be found using one's government name and date of birth," Knox says, backing off.
He sets the blow torch down to pick up a scalpel.
He briefly holds it above No Name's sweaty face, allowing him to view it with his remaining good eye.
Knox ignores the man's cries and over a hundred cuts later, No Name arrives at the point where he's ready for death to take him away.
He begs for it.
"Not yet," Knox laughs.
"We aren't done here."
Knox thrusts the scalpel into No Name's shoulder, leaving it there until he's ready to finish the job.
"It'll be in your best interest to quit wasting my time by withholding the fucking truth. It only took me fifteen minutes to learn all that there is to know about you, Jerry McDonald. The more you aggravate me, the worse things get for your pretty little family."
Jerry's face blanches with a new level of fear after hearing his name.
"How did you...?"
"Hacker," Knox answers.
"You're thirty-six years old, divorced and are unfortunately somebody's father. I assume the girl whose picture you had shoved behind your debit cards is your seven-year-old daughter Sadie, right? She lives with her mother, Sabrina Newsom, in Utah. Their address is..."
"Stop. I know what the fuck you're doing," Jerry snaps, his voice faltering with every word he speaks.
"Good. Is it working?" Knox smirks.
"You're a sick bastard," Jerry says.
"I thought you fuckers didn't harm women and children."
"I'm willing to make an exception for you," Knox lies, unblinking.
"You're going to die tonight, Jerry. That much is certain. As for your ex-wife and daughter, if you answer my questions honestly, I will give you my word that my brothers and I will go back to pretending they don't exist. You have no reason to trust me but I have no reason to tell you a lie."
Jerry has never been a religious man but he sends a rushed prayer up to God anyway, asking Him to keep his high school sweetheart and their little girl safe.
He'll gladly spend the rest of his days in hell if it means Sabrina and Sadie are kept out of harms way.
"It wasn't supposed to end like this," Jerry mutters to himself.
"I'm so sorry..."
Even the toughest men crack when it comes to family.
Knox knows this and he exploited it.
"Make a choice," Knox commands. "Now."
You can tell a lot about a man from just one look into his eyes and Knox looks like the type who wouldn't go back on his word whether he liked you or not.
Jerry opts to not roll the dice and test Knox's threat.
Sacrificing himself to save his family is a no-brainer.
"I'll t-tell you everything I know," Jerry concedes.
"After Shaun got killed, our Pres... uh, Russell... fucking spiraled. It wasn't until then that he'd told us Shaun was actually his biological son. And it's true we moved to a new location afterward, but Russell hasn't been staying with us at the new place. Even when doing business, he keeps everyone at a distance. I haven't seen him face to face in weeks but he'll text every other day to..."
"None of that means shit to me," Knox interrupts.
"Tell me more about your VP, Ghost. With Shaun out of the picture, Ghost will be expected to take over for The Jackals once Russell is dead. Surely Russell has kept him close. What's his government name and does he also live at the new clubhouse?"
"Ghost's name is Darryl Kent. He's a God when it comes to tech, and it's why you know nothing about him except for his street name. Sounds like you assholes might need to hire a new hacker." Knox ignores the dig.
"Get back on track."
"Fuck, I can't believe I'm going out like this," Jerry whispers to himself, shame and regret weighing him down heavier than the pain wrecking his body.
"Our new clubhouse is located half a mile off Chesterfield Road but Ghost hasn't been staying there either. I was patched in eight months ago and we've only had a handful of conversations, so I honestly can't tell you what his addresses are."
"Addresses? He's got more than one place?"
"He has two, one he inherited and the other was gifted to him by Russell a few Christmas' back. Ghost has been around for a long time, so Russell treats him differently from the others. After Shaun's death, they got even closer. If anyone knows where Russell has been hiding, it's definitely Ghost."
"Thanks for your cooperation."
Knox removes the scalpel from No Name's shoulder but he pauses after the man pleads to let him continue talking.
"You really meant what you said about my girls?"
"Yes."
"Then there's something else you need to know and I'm only telling you this b-because I need some good fucking karma for wherever the fuck I'm going."
Knox lowers the scalpel.
"I'm listening."
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It was quiet when Zack walked out into the garden. In a lot of ways, Rin was like his mother. When she needed to think, she liked to be among the flowers. Hopefully this time, they would bring him some much needed peace too. He didn't bother with his shoes; she kept the garden terrace from their apartment in the castle utterly immaculate. And it wasn't like the stones would leave a permanent mark. Unlike the newest one to adorn his chest.
He frowned as his fingers brushed along it. It was still angry and red. He wondered if it would fade to silver over time like the rest. Part of him knew damn well that it wouldn't.
The night was quiet and clear, and the moon was full. He found her where he thought he might - sitting on the bench among the spider and eterna lilies. Once, she told him what these flowers had come to mean in the wastes of Midgar, a cultural artifact from far after his own time. Death, and resurrection. When she planted them after her own murder at the hands of Lazarus, he had found it morbid. He couldn't stand to look at them, and didn't know how she could. All he saw was he broken, rotting body.
Now, he wondered if she saw his. That was the last thing he wanted. If he could erase that image from her mind forever, he would.
Let alone the final images in his own.
The tentacle of the monster swung, and he watched his sword shatter to pieces in his hands-
Breathe, he demanded of himself. She doesn't need this shit from you. You have to be strong for her.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on with you?" she said softly from the bench without turning around. He didn't know how she did that. He moved as silently as ever, and not even their children could sense her presence like they could other vampires.
"I'm fine, babe."
She turned around then. "Zack. Stop lying to me!"
"I'm not-"
He broke under her gaze. "You don't need this," he said. "You're sick. And our baby isn't okay either."
She put a hand on her still slight stomach. "The baby is fine, and I can take whatever it is. Watching you freak out and try to hide it is way more stressful than whatever it is you need to tell me."
"Rin-"
"Zack."
Silence hung between them for a moment. She softened. "Sit with me?"
He obliged.
"You had an episode at the ball too," she said.
"Yeah..."
"So tell me what brought it on."
He wanted to, but he couldn't. It was so much.
She placed a hand on his knee, and took his own with the other. "Didn't we promise eachother?"
The vampire sighed. When he started to let it out, it came out all at once: "I can't stop seeing the way it killed me."
Her expression turned to one of raw empathy. Zack hated it almost as much as it made him feel better. He was supposed to be the strong one, the one to keep her safe. It just felt wrong that now he was so weak and sniveling, from something that was over, done with, and not even physically happening anymore!
Which was why it made him hate himself that much more when his restored heart began to hammer every time he thought of it. His claws dug into his own palm and drew blood in a futile attempt to calm himself down and make the images go away. It didn't work.
For the first time in his life, Zack understood why his father drank so fucking much.
"It's not easy," Rin touched a hand to his cheek. Zack leaned into her touch. "I had nightmares for a long time after too. It only helped a bit that I woke up in your arms. Sometimes-" she paused, and bit her lip. "Sometimes I'd see Cloud's or Tifa's fangs and get scared that they'd kill me too."
"... Did you ever feel that around me?" he breathed, feeling even more guilt bear down on him.
She shook her head. "Only once. And it was over something dumb! We were cooking together in the kitchen, and you laughed. It triggered a flashback but-" she stroked his cheek again. "I knew I was safe. I knew you weren't Lazarus."
"I'd kill that bastard again if I could," Zack mused.
"I know you would."
A heavy silence hung between them punctuated only by the rustling of wind through flora. "I'm not gonna be able to kill this thing on my own," he said.
"No," she shook her head. "I don't think any vampire could. But... Zack, you tried. And you bought so many people enough time to get away."
"But I almost didn't come home to you!" he snapped. "I almost made our kids grow up without a Dad! This one wouldn't even have met me!" he didn't mean to yell at her, but he couldn't help it. "Yeah, my dumbass just had to piss a Goddess off, didn't I?!" his tone turned bitter and his voice wavered with his oncoming tears. "And now Aerith is gone. Because of me."
Rin blinked, and her next words came out with a hint of raw agony. "I don't want to think about what would have happened if she didn't do what she did..."
Zack kept going. "You know I remember it, right?"
"The lifestream?"
"The negative lifestream, yeah. The same shit that possessed me, back when we met," he let out an exhale that shook like a laugh. "Man, the people who came up with Nibelrung's Hells? They had nothing on that shit."
"Zack-"
"How am I supposed to just let that go, babe? How am I supposed to let feeling an alien abomination destroy my heart go? How am I supposed to let go of being Sephiroth's plaything? It might only have been a couple of days. I don't know. I don't care. It felt like way longer."
Rin sighed. "I went to therapy."
Zack remembered that. Once a week, for months, a therapist from the WRO came to the castle to talk to her in their living room, on his father's dime. Apparently, he'd suggested it. It made him wonder why the man was still hitting the bottle, if it was so "effective".
"What would a therapist know?! A therapist didn't die that way! They could never understand!"
He hated himself for yelling at her. It made him wish he was still dead. But he couldn't stop. If he was yelling, then he wasn't crying.
"It's okay to cry..."
God, why the fuck did you have to say that?!
The vampire broke down. His beloved human pulled him into a deep hug and rubbed the bare skin of his back. "They can't understand, not really," she said to him, tears apparent in her own voice. "But they can help to make it easier."
Zack was practically inconsolable. Rin pulled him down into her lap, and stroked her fingers through his hair in the moonlight. "Shhhh.... you're okay. You came back to me. You came back to Kirri and Ceres. You'll meet our new baby in a few months... shhh... Zack, you don't need to hold it in. You're okay."
He almost cried harder, but her fingers running through his hair helped bring him down. He took several deep breaths, trying so hard to relax and bring his restored heart back down to something normal.
"You don't have to stick with it, not if you don't want to," she offered. "All I ask is that you try three sessions. And if you don't like it, fine. I want you to talk to me instead. Unlike the therapist, I do understand what it's like to be dead."
He wished so badly that she didn't.
"Okay..." he agreed.
She leaned down briefly to kiss him in the moonlight.
In her arms, among the spider lilies, he found some semblance of peace in this life found anew.
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“Talk to me.” For Silco.
((Alright, so, I know how you like angst… and that’s all I’ma say))
For once Silco looked simply, tired. His coat rather than fully on was tossed haphazardly across his shoulders. There was no make up covering his scars. His hair wasn’t brushed and put into place. There was no real fire in his eyes just a resigned sadness that seemed somehow to stretch back further than anyone would ever expect. He’d been sitting on some random box at the entrance to an alleyway staring at nothing for a good ten minutes now at the very least with no one else daring to even see if he was alive. The man could have had a quiet heart attack, and have became simply a dead unmoving statue of a corpse and no one would have known.
As Irisa approached he’d stayed silent, and still until she finally spoke at which point his eyes flickered towards her for a moment. “Have you ever looked back over your life, and seen nothing but failure?” Voice soft, and quieter than normal the man offered a bitter smile before looking away. Sitting up he pulled off his coat and rummaged through it for a cigarette and a lighter. Dropping the coat on the ground as he just could not be bothered to care he lit his smoke taking a deep pull before shoving the lighter into a pocket. “I took a walk. Two different mothers, and a father walked up to thank me. Would you like to know for what?” Taking a moment Silco unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his sleeves up to his forearm, and then tucked them into place. A style he hadn’t used in years, but on this particular evening it all seemed pointless. Another drag at his smoke before he looked to Irisa.
“They thanked me because my efforts to make sure everyone had water, and at least some small bit of food so they could stay home made it so after their… let’s see. Two sons, and a daughter. Died. They could take a day off work to mourn.” A grim little hruf escaped from him almost a mocking smile. “They thanked me, after their children. Died. That’s what we’ve become Irisa. How accustomed to death, and loss, and the inevitability of grief we’ve become. Generations lost to Piltover greet, and now this sickness sweeping through here and let’s be honest. We don’t have half of what we need because Piltover slammed the gates shut, and wont allow us to have a full sized airship dock. This is a fucking prison, and I’ve spent almost my entire life pounding at the gates. The result? A daughter who thinks I’m dead, a lover I killed admittedly a few years after he tried to kill me, a group of parasitic bastards who think they are above all of us that I swear I’m going to kill when I get the chance because I am fucking tired of those chem-barons, and a city that is currently burning to the ground from a disease we can’t stop.”
Standing to his full six foot he gazed down at Irisa and shook his head. “What is there to say other than I am tired Irisa, and yet I will never stop. I will continue going until my heart stops, or someone slits my throat and when that day comes all I ask... The only thing I ask is that you and Sevika find Jinx, and tell her that I never blamed her.” Reaching down he grabbed his coat and tossed it over a shoulder before simply walking away, and with each step Silco straightened a bit and that tiredness slowly seemed to disappear as though by sheer willpower.
“I need to go think.”
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