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tumbleweedbloodbash · 9 months ago

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Litterally a MASSIVE vent under the cut

Cw: neglect talk, childhood truama, school truama, fakeclaiming self, being used, self hatred, seeking abuse, suicide implications and everything familiar

Silas / Tumbleweed [he/it/they]

I am so pathetic. So fucking pathetic. I am the biggest disappointment in my family 🤷‍♂️ I'll never be anything, I'll never be what they expect of me and it's all my own fault. I really could have been better, I mean I could have changed so much been so much more but I didn't.

I will quite litterally NEVER be what they wanted out of me because how down to earth pathetic I truly am. I'm better off dead and sheltered from any chance to succeed because there is no point, every opportunity im given I throw away because I can't mentally push through it. I feel pathetic for it honestly. I want to be able to go to school I should be able to but I just can't, my mentality and my body stop me- I can't even try to go to school without being in so much pain from stress worsening my chronic illness.

Trying to be the one who stays in front for most of the day but the stress of school causes us to rapid switch so often now. The way I FUCKING TRY! to avoid the people who dislike us but first dya back I quite litterally run into them by accident. I made contact with them ffs I was trying to avoid them, I find it funny how they went from being nice to fucking lol cow farmer reddit junkies it's wild how much a few months and a shitty influence can do to someone. Idk I just feel like I'm reaching my breaking point.

I know I say that alot especially on here aha, but its just getting worse and worse. I feel the need to isolate myself again to try and live some sort of life because I'm not outside of this, im just an vicious animal to my family, a trick dog to our friends and a fucking stepping stone to anyone who I put before myself. I don't actually have a life because I spread mine out so much for the people around me to just walk all over.

I never NEVER put myself first because I'd be seen as selfish, I'd be seen as ignorant, uncaring and rude. So I'll sit there having a shut down in the car. I'll lay there holding back tears, I'll kick others out of front and take it over, I'll sit there in class and try not to violently breakdown, I'll suppress my rage just abit more so I can be there for you. I'll rid myself of hatred to seem more nice! I'll fucking break the walls so you don't have to see me break myself. I'll walk away so you don't see me cry, I'll act like I didn't just get triggered from you raising your voice, I'll suppress that really icky feeling inside me because I need to be there for others. I'll act like I'm not about to have a sensory melt down. I'll downplay every issue of my own to make yours seem so much worse so I need to help. I'll pretend like I'm not triggered by so many small things! I'll be perfect! I'll be seen as fucking perfect in that scenario!

Because truly I'm not even fucking real. I'm not real! I'm just a fucking peice of a shattered identity that only broke this badly because I was too pathetic to just deal with the childhood truama! I was too pathetic and let it all get to me :) I was so pathetic that I had to have coped by dissociating through the neglect, abuse, mental torture and nearly being killed multiple times. Couldn't even face my problems than no wonder I can't now because I'm even more fragmented and I can't stop splitting on people! IM FUCKING TRYING NOT TO IM SORRY I DONT WANT TO BUT I WONT FUCKING STOP!.

But guess what. I'll put on another act, like there isn't a thing going on! Like I'm just a trick dog made to follow people around as it's only job, I'll be your dog. I'll be a dog to anyone who needs one! I have no feelings because I'm not human afterall! So use me. Please just use me, please. I crave it, I crave just being used and fucking abused. I know when it's happening but I just keep repeating it because I deserve it.

Sometimes I wonder why I still care to do specific things when every single time I do them it's followed by atleast 1-3 scenarios. There isn't any changing it, believe me I've tried- I have tried so many diffrent things but it's also a 3 scene scenario! Maybe I keep doing it in hopes one day, ONE FUCKING DAY! there might be a chance it won't play out the same- it's always played out like this. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. I'm starting to get sick of it, im starting to resent so much now and I hate it! Maybe our ex was right and that we will never fucking change.

I feel like him now, waiting for a change in something thats never going to fucking happen because no matter how long we wait, no matter how many things we try, no matter what we do it's always a repeat of the last time. I'm starting to lose ideas on what to do or how to cope through it, im losing it I really am. I think I need to just shrivel up and never come back, I can't even live. I'm sorry, im so fucking sorry to the people who know me in person im a horrible person.

I don't think you understand just how bad I am tbh, I care about people but one second later I don't give a shit, I think whatever happens to them is karma for how I've victimised myself to things they have done. Things I've probably over exhausted to make myself hate them even more. I don't end up hating them though, whoever it happens to I end up just missing them so much IT physically hurts me. But I'm fucking horrible! I have the worst jealousy issues, I can't handle people liking the same stuff as me because I am so convinced that they will steal the ONE things I find that makes me unique! I can't fucking handle when people copy me intentional or not but it gets under my skin and I feel like I'm no longer an individual and I start to absolutely hate what I used to like!

I ruin things for everyone.

I'm better off fucking dead.

I'm sorry boris.

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abloomntime · 3 years ago

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A Bloom In Time Ch12 Dealing With The Past

Poppy's eyes widened when the giant snake like creature turned around in the opposite direction and began to float off somewhere still looking at her with that scowl. He was-....Sure something else wasn't he? She'd never seen anything like this before. Was he a swamp monster? Could be, she'd never been in a swamp before and didn't know what was hiding in it and she hadn't heard much stories about monsters except for the typical monster under your bed kind, and she still felt a pit of dread in her stomach harder than a rock when his gaze didn't budge from her face. It was almost like he was both suspicious and cautious in his movements as he held her up and away from her like someone who had to carry something but definately didn't enjoy doing so.

".......How do you know her?," he asked finally breaking the silence.

She flinched and blinked at the sudden question and all she could ask was, "W-what?"

"I SAID how did you meet the girl?"

"I-I-....S-She rescued me from prison." Well it was the truth. Even if it technically wasn't actual jail or a traditional dungeon. It was still prison to her.

He hummed and brought her around from the left side of him to the front to get a better look at her but still kept her at arm's length for obvious reasons. He was still dealing with the inner turmoil of emotions suddenly busting inside him, but if there was one thing he was good at it was keeping his mouth shut and his true emotions hidden. Right now he was feeling...He didn't know exactly. Anger? Guilt? Resentment? Maybe a little bit of happiness? He didn't know. Oh no no. Not angry at her or anyone else, but at Vanessa. If the kiddo really rescued a 'lady wearing an apron' (his yellow eyes glazed over her brown leather work apron) and it was Poppy, when it really wasn't a maid or cook after all. Then that also meant that......She was right there the whole time in that heavily chained room. ...And in all the few times he was there he never bothered to look inside ....she was so close...Right there. Which raised a whole bunch of other questions. Was she an ice statue like the others? How long had she been in there? Was she locked in there before or after he was chained up? Did-.....D-Did she know it was because of him? Oh peck! Did the kiddo say anything to her?! Did she recognize him?! Poppy hadn't given any indication she even recognized him so that was probably a big fat no. So then ....Did she resent him? D-Did she even know the reason she was locked away by the mad queen? Did she blame her friend? Guilt and anger at himself bubbled up from himself and he growled. STOP IT SNATCHER!! How many times did you have to tell yourself it's NOT your fault!! ALL OF IT WAS VANESSA'S!! HERS NOT YOURS!! The sudden growl made her jump and he snapped his thinking back towards her movements. The sight of her still scared form seemed to calm her down a lot making him sigh(or give a sigh sound since he didn't have lungs) and frown. Less intimidating than the harsh scowl. And he hoped it wouldn't scare her now that-.......Now that she was...She was back..POPPY WAS BACK AND SAFE! That one thought made him halt in his movements causing her to lightly swing in his grasp at the sudden stop and she blinked at him. His eyes looked over her studiously before she found herself slowly being lowered down, she was placed on her feet and the giant claws retreated back to the ghost who once again towered over her quietly. He studied her dirty still damp self yellow eyes stopping at the twinkling peice of gold around her wrist and blinked at the dirt covered gold bracelet. Yellow eyes widening at it before his ghost brain(if he even had one) kicked into high gear and years of experience being in this scenario rammed back into him making him hum and look back to her confused, lightly scared face. Poppy was safe...For now at least. But what if something happened again. He hissed and was still angry at himself for allowing this to happen to her. Her whole life was stopped because of him and now she had to pay the price for it....but what if-....HE COULD DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT NOW!! YES!! He was so puny and weak back then, but now he had the power to do whatever he wanted. He could take care of his forest, his minions, those kids, and himself...Why COULDN'T he do the same for her..He could..Make it up to her. Make amends and make up for everything he couldn't do for her...YEAH!! Well first he had to seal a deal with her, which meant no one could ever hurt her again. Just as a safety precaution. He'd done it before. And he knew jjuuuust the way to do it.

"This is a nice accessory you got here," he complimented pointing a claw at her wrist. "It's ok if I keep it, right? It's sparkly. I like that. It looks magical."

She blinked and looked to her wrist..And immediately pulled her wrist up and to her chest, her other hand clutching it as she scowled. "NO peckin' way, Ya purple onion reject! I don't know who ya think you are, but there's no way I'm giving you this. It's the only thing I got left from my home!"

He smiled at the sudden gesture even if it didn't nessacarily mean she wasn't giving it up because she missed him. "Im sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the Snatcher. Im the one who takes all your stuff when you forget it under the couch, or deep in the closet....Or in this case. Your SOUL!!" Again her face twisted onto one of fear and he continued to smile and hold up a clawed hand, making a small blue fire appear. "I took it the moment we touched. This small flame is your life force." It really wasn't but he was great at acting when you were a scary prince and people feared you. They beleived anything you told them.

"Y-You...PECKING DIRTY VARMANT!!" She suddenly charged and started jumping and grabbing at the small flames. Horrified and angry her 'life force' was being held hostage by some swamp monster. She was DONE absolutely DONE with her poor life. "GIVE IT BACK!! GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK PLEASE!!"

"You can't have it back. It belongs to ME now. What are you gonna do? You're just a little girl. Only fire magical hurts me, and you're not a fire spirit." He lightly tainted smiling and still staring almost in a happy way at her. This was always too easy. "No one enters my forest and doesn't face some sort of consequences. But tell you what. I've got a piece of paper here, and a nifty one at that too. I've got some work that'll suit you just fine with your spunk." His hand with the tiny flame was suddenly engulfed in blue fire and as she gaped at it like many mortals he's seen. A moment later the bright light dimmed away completely to show a big scroll in his hand without the flame. In one swift motion he unfurled it and lowered it and himself down to her. His head practically upside down as he held it a foot from her face and the other hand grabbing one of her shoulders. "How about a deal!? You get to keep your body, mind, and soul and in return you help me with just a few minor things I can't do as a human. "

"......Deal?", she asked unsure before looking back to the long piece of paper and her hands reaching out to take it from him. He let her and watched in anticipation as she read over the thing. It was almost half her height. A deal with a swamp creature...There's something you don't see every day. The paper looked old and slightly torn around the edges here and there. At the very top of the paper was a fancy drawing of the creature before her with the face and his arms outstretched, beneath that was some very fancy writing that read "CONTRACT" in fancy bold captial cursive letters. The Rest was also in fancy cursive but lucking she could read it pretty well reading someone's fancy cursive order of flowers all the time. It read as followed:

CONTRACT

SERVE THE DEAD WITH WHAT THE AGREEMENT STATES

You have been caught trespassing in the Subcon Forest owned by the benevolant and merciful the Snatcher. The punishment for invaded and disturbing the dead's sacred resting place will be your life long servitude and loyalty to said ruler The Snatcher. Refusing to comply will result in the reposession of one's soul as payment for your crime. But you are lucky enough to have been selected as few mortals to help the eternal after life and anything the Snatcher requests within reason of the servants morals and abilities. The following territories of the forest shall be availble for the signer to visit willingly as they please.

-The Subcon Forest

-The Employer's Home (with special permission)

-The Subcon Forest

These parts shall NOT be availible for any reason and will not be negotiated unless the employer says otherwise.

-The Haunted Manor

-The frozen bridge

-The Subcon Swamp

-The Subcon Well

-The frozen territory

-Any place my employer has said is off limits

By signing this the signer shall be paid for their service and loyalty with immortality, protection from the Snatcher and those under him, a home, and anything the signer requests within reason. Binding by contract means your soul shall remain bound to the contract which cannot be broken by any means except by will of the employer, a.k.a the Snatcher. And in return the signer shall do ask the Snatcher asks with they're full cooperation. If the Snatcher at any point terminates the contract the signer's soul shall be released from his care and they shall live a normal rest of their life. By agreeing you shall also be safe from other supernatural entities and their influences whatever they may be, including influences from the employer and other minions. Also by signing this the signer agrees to willing do this and become a certified minion of The Snatcher. If you have complaints, suggestions, or other, the signer must report them to their employer immediately. As a down payment for all provided by the Snatcher, he shall be given the contract with your soul will be bound to for eternity unless decided otherwise, but the servant will be allowed free of will, full freedom, tasks the employer asks something of them, mind, body, and their soul in their body.

SIGNED

And then there was a small line for her name. Poppy's blue eyes stared gobsmacked at it before rereading it again.......Before closing her mouth and looking up to the smiling spook with a raised brow.

"Do you REALLY expect me to hand over my life to YOU?!"

"Hey! You get to keep literally EVERYTHING. You're soul won't even belong to me. Only the contract it'll be connected too. Plus you don't literally have to do anything except minor tasks. Like going to the book store. You really can't expect me to easily buy books as I am do you?"

"NO! This is ridiculous! I'm not gonna-"

"Look, Po-...Miss." He almost said her name but made a clear throat noise and straightened back up looking down at her. "Perhaps I should've been more...Specific about what you owe me. You see this forest has thousands of spirits here. This is their home. They died here, they were buried somewhere here, and there's lots of obvious graves. Like or not you crashlanded into sacred burial ground disturbing them and annoying them all whether you like it or not. It doesn't matter if it's an accident, to them you invaded their sacred place. Which is also mine. There's a few powerful spirits here but none as powerful as myself. Im offering you a VERY generous deal, I even gave you your soul back once the flame left my hand." He smiled as Poppy suddenly blinked and looked at herself patted herself down as to check to see if her soul was still there. "All I want is a mortal helper to assist me in things I have trouble doing myself being an all powerful spirit. I even offer you anything you want in return. Within reason of course. Maybe you want out of here? To have the spirits forgive you?......Maybe some dry land by the looks of it. By refusing my offer you'd still be invading the undead's home and I don't think many are going to be as generous as I."

Her scowl quickly became a look of concern as she still stared at him. So he was a spirit huh? Was he right? Was there really big bad spirits like him around the swamp. She didn't think she'd ever see a spirit before like this. The guy was MASSIVE and obviously gave off danger vibes to her, but he offered her a deal, and....technically she DID kinda, sorta trespass on his home even if not intentionally. If she was a spirit she'd probably be upset someone walked into her final resting place too. Did it happen often if he was genuinely this annoyed about it? Was it true another spirit would get her if she didn't take his offer? Snatcher smiled wider showing off those fangs when she blinked and reread the contract over again....She didn't know documents too well, and she wasn't exactly an expert in laws like her old friend was, but it all seemed legit. Wasn't anything really underhanded in the paper except for the loyalty of becoming his 'minion' and doing as he asked without question. Boy her life just kept getting weirder and weirder by the hour.

"And what exactly kind of work would you have someone like ME do, Mr. Purple Shadow?," she asked raising a brow. "It's not like I have any special magical powers or anything."

"I don't need anyone else with magical powers around believe me. It's caused me nothing but trouble in the past anyways. Like I said, I only want a mortal helper to help me out with a whole bunch of things a big scary but handsome ghost like me can't."

"Like what?"

"Well as much fun as it would be to scare out an entire town and take the things I want, seeing everyone outside my forest scream and run away from me when I'm trying to simply buy books or something. It would be SO much easier if I had a normal looking mortal to do it for me and bring me things I want, and all kinds of other things a dead person like me can't. You like kids right? Live kids?" That question came out of no where and she rose a brow at how strange and sudden that one was. But he knew the answer was yes anyways, she always remembered how much she'd smile and laugh sweetly at all the children's antics. His minions were techincally those kids, and ...there was the girls. It WOULD be handy to have a lady who loves kids on hand right?...What would've their children have looked like if they ever had the chance to- He shook his head and looked back to her still confused face waiting for an answer.

"Uh....Y-Yes. I think they're some of the cutest creatures on the planet!'' She meant that bit too. "Why do you care though?"

"Because I have two small kids that drive me up a wall all the time. I could use a hand keeping them out of my hair."

Her brows rose. "You have childre-..." She suddenly froze. Blue eyes widening and remembering what the small alien girl said to her. Her father...A spirit. Snatcher- She suddenly pointed at him. "YOU'RE THAT LIL ALIEN'S FATHER?!"

He rose a brow. "Glad you finally caught up with what I was s-"

"She said you could help me!" Usually he'd be annoyed anyone would dare to interrupt him, but he just blinked at her sudden statement. "L-Look." SHe held out her hands holding the paper. "I-I just want some help! She told me you could help, but I don't know how! I'm lost, and everything's not where it should be, and Im having a very hard time believing anything is happening right now! I was frozen dead for a thousand years and rescued by an alien and now I'm talking to a giant purple ghost! I'm afraid I'm going crazy!''

"....Well, I can tell you everything you just said probably happened since I'm definately not an imaginary boogie man. But tell you what. You're lucky. That piece of paper there allows me to provide any help the signer might want within reason. You can clearly read it at the top there." He frowned a little bit. "I'll tell you this. I can't send anyone back in time, and wouldn't want to. But I can make life a lot easier for someone like you, and I can tell you already had it hard as it is. You lost so much already. So don't lose this too. Trust me, you'll regret it." Now she was put on the spot as she froze again and gave a helpless look between him and the paper...and gulped. "You know, you would also be untouchable to Pecking Vanessa. She'd be powerless against me therefore you too in a nutshell. Isn't it worth the price knowing you won't be a block of ice again."

Her eyes widened and she looked back to the paper with a sigh. "B-But...I don't h-have a pe-" He snapped his claws and a feathered pen appeared right next to her. She blinked at it for a moment but to his utter delight she reached a shaking hand up and grabbed it looking back down to the paper. "....W-What if I don't sign it?"

"Then another angry spirit will come and try to have at you for tresspassing. Im not the only ghost in this forest. Just the most powerful.~.....Sign your full name now."

The silence of the forest was interrupted by the soft scratching of a pen against paper slowly. Snatcher's smile became wider, and wider, and wider as she nervously signed away until she wrote the last 'n' of her last name. Once she did the pen disappeared in a small puff of smoke and she jumped, her grip on the contract loosening enough for the giant ghost to snatch it from her. At the same time a giant burst of energy throbbed hard within the very core of her body. Temparaily knocking the wind outta her. She gasped and fell to her hands and knees at the sudden tight feeling within her. Her body emitting a small purple light in the dead center of her chest before as soon it came it left and she stayed her gasping and blinking at the sudden sensation that came and left. Leaving goosebumps across the pale flesh and her shaking like a leaf again. Coughing and eventually snapping a scowl up to him. He smiled reading over the contract before it disappeared in a puff of flames too.

"That seals the deal, Lady! We're in business!"

"W-W-What the PECK was THAT?!," she demanded glaring at him.

"Relax. You're unharmed. It was just the bond ceiling between us and the magic forming a strong protective shield around your soul. Don't worry. You're safe now." His voice went a little soft there at the end as did his expression as he continued to stare at her. Poppy. His Poppy. His Princess of Flowers. She was safe. Free from any danger, out of Vanessa's grip, and safe at last. And with him after all this time. ....He shouldn't be happy about that. He still felt very guilty about her being locked away and frozen for a thousand years but I digress. But things were ok now. He would make sure of it. "SO. New Errand Girl." Still keeping up the act for now as he watched her get back onto her feet. "Tell me all about this little problem of yours. And follow me. You'll want to see you're new work place."

He went to grab her again but she took a step back and held up her hands still lightly scowling. "No thanks. I can walk."

He shrugged. "Suit yourself. Now. Are you going to tell me why the old blooming pecker locked you up and threw away the key?" he started forward again and she reluctantly followed. No sense in staying in the fog anyways right.

"To be honest I don't really remember." She gazed down as she walked, arms crossing over her chest. "It's...kinda fuzzy."

His full attention was on her as he scowled and hummed. "What do you remember?"

"I...remember these two big men in suits grabbing me from my stands when I was closing the shop. I think they might've been the Queen's knights." Snatcher scowled harder remembering those two very well. He could still almost feel them using their insane strength to hold him to the wall and chain him. "And then I was taken to the Queen's summer home and saw this monster...I mean the queen."

"No. You were right the first time. She was always a monster, it just took her a while to show everyone what was really inside. So don't give her any credit. She was never a queen, just a spider wearing a pretty mask."

She looked at him surprised. "Oh....Did you know her? I think the little alien said something about you were my age."

He bristled purple hair puffing up for a moment as he stared at her...before he scowled again. "Who DIDN'T know her?! She was Queen and then cursed EVERYTHING!!" He gave a small growl...before forced himself to calm down because she was looking at him funny and gave a sighing noise. "There's lots of spirits around here that was a poor victim of her tantrum." That wasn't a lie. There was lots of minions and dwellers that froze from her curse. "I'm sorry for what happened. But...A-Anyways, what happened after you met the crazy dame? What did she lock you up for?"

"I-......*sigh* I don't know. I think she said something about treason, but it's all fuzzy. And I SWEAR to you." She gave him an almost pleading look. "I didn't do anything but sell flowers in the square! I've never even met her before!''

He held up a hand. "OH! Believe me I believe you more than I would believe her. Lots of innocent lives were lost by her...But please. Feel free to continue." A guilty feeling bubbled up in himself and he had a pretty good idea what 'treason' Vanessa locked her away for.

She looked back down sadly...and shrugged. "That's about it. They threw me inside this big empty room, and locked me in. And then..." Her brows furrowed in thought. "....Uh. I don't remember what happened. All I remember was I was really cold and it was dark...and it was still so cold when I woke up. I could've sworn I was unconcious for a few hours."

He held up a hand again. "And let me take a guess at what happened next. Hattie blew the door down and took you back to her weird place in the sky, right?"

She nodded. "YES!! That's exactly it! She used her magic umbrella thing and there was this other little girl and then ..Hattie said you were a ghost and could help me. I still don't know how but ...I don't know. I guess knowing someone from my time was here after all was enough for me to get talked into getting teleported again. But then I ended up falling through the sky and crash landing into those poor trees." She looked at him. "H-How big is this Swamp, Mr. Snatcher Ghost?"

He rose a ghostly brow. "Don't call me Mr. Snatcher Ghost. Im known as Snatcher and nothing else and I would appreciate it if you'd call me that too. ...But the swamp's not that big. Maybe a small percent of my whole forest and territory. Subcon's a big place."

She stopped walking for a moment and looked at him. "Subcon..A-As in the Subconia or Subconette Kingdom?" She wondered which one she landed in.

He gazed at her silently for a moment before shrugging. "Both. A lot's changed over a thousand years, Lady. Those kingdoms don't exist anymore. Just some reminders left behind."

That was it. The thorn that pricked the skin. Poppy stopped staring there right at him for a good long moment....before the weight buckled from under her and she fell to her knees with a blank expression glanced to the ground. Immediately he floated over and held his hands arm unsure.

"H-Hey! Lady?!.....P-Poppy. Are you alright?" A choke came from her and fresh tears came down her face as she started crying, and he froze. A sudden feeling of guilt and worry bubbled up at the sudden crying. All the emotions and situation finally hitting her hard like a punch to the gut and finally breaking her down for him to see. Snatcher floated there for a moment still unsure what to do ....before unsurely putting one arm around her and his other hand being engulfed in flames, a hankercheif appearing in it before he awkwardly offered it to her. "Uh....There, there? It's ok. You're alright, right?"

She grabbed the small cloth from her and uselessly wiped at her face. "I-I LOST EVERYTHING!! AND EVERYONE I EVER CARED ABOUT IS G-G-GONE!!" She blew her nose into the small cloth and sniffed wiping her face with her arm. "W-W-What am I supposed to do?! My life is over!!"

"H-Hey! That's not true I-.....*sigh*" He rubbed the back of his head and tried to scramble for a solution. He was NOT good at having heart to heart talks even to himself, so...what would he say to this? He looked back to her as one thought crossed his mind. "I-I...I know exactly how you feel." He scowled. "Yeah. I know EXACTLY how that feels. Vanessa took everything from me too when she froze everything!" He growled and his grip on her became a bit tighter if he was being a lil protective. "I pecking didn't see it coming until it froze me right before my very eyes! I died before my life even took off the ground and now I'm stuck like this....But you aren't." He ...attempted a smile. "Listen, Poppy. I'm not good at this speaking from the heart stuff, but Im pretty good at speaking from experience stuff. So trust me when I saw you still got your whole life plus more ahead of you. It's....probably going to take a while for you to process this properly and start to move on like I did...But your friends wouldn't have wanted you to wallow over them. You can still do things now you're not a frozen statue locked in some room like Vanessa's trophy. And.....I-I promise I will help you. Alright?" And he meant it too. He owed it to her after all that happened. He'd help his dear friend-

"W-What AM I supposed to do now?...E-Everything's-"

"Gone?", he finished for her sighing again. "Look. I ....can't change the past no matter how badly I want to. But I can change the future, and so can you. Think of all the things you can do now without anyone to hold you back!" He might've been speaking from what he perceived as a positive but she gave him a funny look. "Uh...By that I mean vanessa of course. She's not holding you prisoner anymore."

"Gee...T-Thanks for the swell pep talk, Buddy. *hic*" She wiped her eyes again before trying to give back the cloth, to which Snatcher cringed and snapped his fingers making it disappear.

"Hey. I said I wasn't good at that kind of stuff....Hey." He rose a ghostly brow and looked around. "You said the kid brought you here. Where is she?"

She blinked and stared at him for a moment. "I-....I-I don't know. All I remember is falling and landing in swamp water."

He hummed and thought for a moment. Poppy blinked when she was grabbed and raised to her feet by him again. "I have a good idea about where she went. Come on. On your feet. I want to see if my hunch is right."

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"MS POPPY!?"

The shouting of the children still echoed through out the forest as the small hatted girl ran down the dirt path towards the tree house. Blue eyes frantically looking around at every dead tree, tombstone, and dweller that she passed. Desperately looking for a moment of pale skin and red hair. Bow was bounding behind her right on her tail also wearily looking around the forest passing dwellers and subconites alike as she hightailed it after. Both were worried Poppy would soon end up on the wrong side of the forest by now! The swamp! Snatcher's traps! ....GOOD PECKING GOSH!! WAS SNATCHER EVEN BACK YET!? She'd be dead meat without one of the girl's to explain why a grown woman was suddenly walking around in his forest. How could she have let go of her hand and not realize it!? She felt like crying once the sight of the ghost's familiar home came into view. Getting another rush at seeing it, she bounded towards it as fast as she could. Pulling back on her heels digging into the ground and grabbing the hat on her head as she came back to a sliding stop in front of the empty home. Panting and startling the ghosts around it. After a few seconds, Bow ended up stopping right behind her and falling to her knees gasping and wheezing after the long run they did as her friend looked around at everything. No one but the ghosts and Rough Patch that was curled up in Snatcher's chair looking like someone randomly placed a bush in his home.

"Are you looking for the boss, Newbie?," one of the subconites asked pointing in the direction Snatcher previously rushed off too. "You missed him. He left 'bout fifthteen minutes ago."

"OH NO!! OH NO!!" Hattie immediately turned and began running in the direction the minion pointed leaving Bow heaving and sitting there too tired to follow anymore. Running blindly into the woods wasn't the best idea but what was she supposed to do at that now? What if Snatcher spotted Poppy? What if she fell into one of his traps? What if- The child suddenly came to a screeching halt at what emerged out of the woods before her with a scowl. "....Snatcher?!"

The spirit scowled and laserfocused on the little girl right in front of him....Before edging a little bit to the right revealing the red haired tired looking woman behind him. The two girls locked eyes for a solid moment...Before Hattie sighed in releif and wiped her forehead.

"Kid. You have got a lot of explaining to do."

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madamsixx · 4 years ago

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Chapter 15: New Friend Plus Silent Treatment Equals Great Company

January 10th, 1986

I had been back in LA for a week now and I settled in probably. I have been catching up with my school work, calling my mom for most of the days, and shopping like crazy. Tamara had been making plans for our trip to the UK, Milan, and Paris. Not to mention I had several interviews, magazine shoots, a premiere coming up, my TV show coming up, and a new audition for a movie. She looked like she was going crazy and I was lacking sleep. I suggested she should get another assistant instead of doing all of this back and forth stuff her self. She wanted someone she trusted but she didn't know who. I had a suggestion but I don't think she would like it.

"Well Lisa hasn't been modeling for sometime now and she's in need of a job. Can she be your assistant?" I asked with curiosity. Tamara looked at me and thought about it.

"I don't know, being an assistant means that she would have to follow my rules. This isn't a friend friend job its I'm your boss your my assistant job."

I thought about the type of person Lisa was and then I realized it wouldn't be a good idea. Lisa was free spirited and liked to do things her way. She didn't like to be bossed around and loved to party and go crazy. And she definitely was not an early riser. So never mind bad idea.

"Yeah never mind she won't be a good candidate." I frowned. "Well I do need someone it will make my life easier." She put the phone down and walked and sat down on the couch by me.

"Alright you have a photo shoot today. It's a beach shoot for Teen Vouge Magazine." She pulled her schedule out.

"I need another one of those." I pointed to the schedule.

"Serioulsy Iman start keeping your things in a safe place." She handed it to me and rolled her eyes.

I took it from her and headed to the room to get changed. "So I'm not going to be there for the shoot with you cause I have a meeting. But your going to be shooting with another model named Rachel she's really nice and she's your age as well." Tammra said.

"Ok sounds good." I came back out carrying my hand bag and putting on my sandals.

"Alright the car should be downstairs. Make me proud hun." She gave me a kiss on my forehead and I headed out the door.

I arrived at our spot for the magazine shoot. It was on a beach, and it was really beautiful. The glam team came to me right away and pulled me in to get me ready for the shoot. I looked like a million dollars. I started walking around looking for Rachel. I spotted her standing on the board walk. She was an absolute beauty, I couldn't even beleive that there could be someone that gorgeous. She waved for me to come over and so I did.

"Hi I'm Rachel....Rachel Glover." She stuck her hands out for me to shake then pulled me in for the two side cheek kiss.

"Iman Darlington." I shook her hand and returned the kisses. "It's nice to meet you."

"Like wise I love the TV series your in it's absoultley funny. And I'm a big fan. When I heard I was going to be shooting with you I was ecstatic." Wow she is pretty and sweet.

"Well I was nervous to be shooting with you. Normally I heard models don't really get along with each other." I smiled.

"Well I think we'll be alright."

"Alright ladies come and get into your positions so we can start the shoot." The photographer yelled.

We did about 10 shots with each other. It was very organic, it was like we knew each other from time. I could definitely add her to my friends list. We did one pose where we were walking beside each other, and then another were we turned and looked at the camera, and lastly the golden shot that I knew would be on the cover of Teen Vouge Magazine. Rachel sat behind me and I leaned against her and we both smiled at the camera. We were giggling like high school girls being taken to prom.

"Well thats a wrap girls, you were wonderful." The photographer yelled.

We walked back to the dressing room. We chatted about everything and anything. I could really relate to Rachel cause she was my age. She told me that she started off modeling young too and was being home schooled. She said she hated it, as I did too. But she said when she got her high school diploma that she wasn't going to go further than that. I on the other hand after high school had to go to University. My mom wanted me to at least have a Degree in something.

"So what are you doing later on today?" Rachel asked as we walked out of the change room and on to the board walk.

"Well I was going to head back to my condo and then probably go shopping. I'm a shopaholic can't help it." I giggled.

"Well when your making the money why not. Maybe later on today if your not busy we can hang out." She turned and looked at me.

"That sounds great here's my number." I pulled out a pen from my purse and wrote my number down on a peice of paper and gave it to her.

"Alright my ride is here I'll see ya." She kissed my cheek and got into her car. I waved her bye and smiled. Wow that's great I made a new friend.

"Wow I didn't know you liked girls." I heard a voice say from behind me. I turned around and saw Nikki. My eyes went wide, why the hell am I always running into this guy? I mean for real how on earth did he know I would be here.

"How did you get in here?" I shouted furrowing my brows.

"Money talks sweetheart." He smirked and leaned against the wall.

God can he be any more annoying. I'll have to fire that security guard who let him in cause this is absolutely ridiculous. I turned away from him shaking my head in disbelief. I stood waiting for my car ride to come. I had no interest in talking to him. After everything he has done to me he thinks I would just allow him to speak to me and act like everything is ok, well it's not. He's getting the silent treatment.

"Got any plans right now princess?" He asked.

No response.

"Mani I'm talking to you?" Nikki tilted his head to look at my face. "Why are you so pissed all the time?"

I folded my arms over my chest and stayed looking forward.

Nikki sighed. "I know I over did it when I came over to your place and made a fool of myself. And also when I called you a groupie, and when I had the girl sucking me off. I'm sorry Iman please." He pleaded.

I swallowed hard and felt like something was stuck in my throat. I needed my car ride to just come right now. I was starting to feel a certain way. And it wasn't an angry feeling.

"Iman I made mistakes and I'm sor-"

He was cut when I heard my car ride pull up. And started walking towards the car as fast as I could to get away from Nikki. He was a smooth talker and if this car didn't show up I would have given in.

"Doll please just look at me." He followed me to the car.

I walked faster without turning around to look at him. He walked faster and cut me off before I could open the door.

"Iman please talk to me." He whispered and took his index finger put it under my chin and turned my face for me to look at him. Our faces were inches away, I could feel his breath on my face. He moved my face close to his and his close to mine. I snapped out of how he was making me feel.

"I'm going home Nikki leave me alone." I Whispered and pushed him away from the car and got in. I shut the door and my driver took off leaving Nikki in the dust.

I arrived back at the condo feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. Tamara wasn't home I guess she was still at her buissness meeting. I started walking towards my bedroom when I heard the phone Ring.

"Hello!"

"Hi Miss Darlington theres a Vince Neil downstairs here for you, should I let him come up?"

"Yes please thanks." I put the phone down and waited for Vince to come up.

There was a knock on the door and I ran to open it. "Hey Vince long time no see." I hugged him.

"Same here doll." He hugged back.

"Wow this place is nice a lot of antiques. I can tell your manager loves original things." Vince said walking around the condo.

"She does, she doesn't like things that everyone else has. Which I think is cool." I smiled.

This was great Vince is good people and he will be great company for me while Tamara is out.

Later on in the evening...

Tamara still wasn't back and I was alright with that because me and Vince sat on the couch eating ice cream with blankets wrapped around us and watching movies non stop. We joked with each other and laughed about the dumbest things you could possibly think of.

"So what country are you guys heading to next for the Theater of Pain tour?" I asked.

"Well were going to Europe but it's really weird. Last year Nikki all of a sudden started changing up the countries and schedules. I dunno it came out of the blue like he was trying to have us be in certain countries on certain days. He even went as far as to change up the hotel we were staying at. He's a weird dude." Vince licked his spoon.

"Yeah he is. Like today he showed up at my Teen Vouge shoot. I was shocked because I didn't tell him I was there. And to make matters worse he payed off the security guard to let him in." I said scooping another spoon of ice cream.

Vince stayed quiet for a second then furrowed his brows and looked at me. "Did you tell anyone about the shoot?" He asked.

"Nope."

"Well then I have no idea." He laughed.

"But you told Nikki about watching me walk my first runway and my birthday dinner Vince." I raised a brow.

Vince started laughing nervously. "You know what we got into an argument and it....kind of slipped out." He smiled.

"Hmm I wouldn't be surprised if other things started slipping out from your mouth." I laughed.

"So is T-bone still mad at me?" I asked.

Vince sighed and turned me to look at him. "Look Tommy gets mad but then gets over things, he's not one to hold on to grudges. If next when you see him just talk to him. Nkkki on the other hand I told you before stay as far away from him as possible." He warned.

"It's funny everyone says that to me. Tamara, my friends, my family, and even you. He must be that bad huh?" I scoffed.

"He is Mani trust me. You don't want Nikki Sixx as your problem. Cause believe me when I tell you, he's like a spider web that tangles people into it. He starts to corrupt any body who gets tangled in the spider web."

I guess what he's saying makes sense. I saw first hand how Theresa started acting when she started partying with Nikki and Robbin. Hm I wonder where she is now?

"Is it bad that I do like him? I mean he is cute and everything." I said with a low voice fidgeting with my spoon.

"Its not bad that you like him but it's bad if you act on those feelings. He's not a good guy. And you should listen to all of us who are telling you to stay far away from that shit bag Nikki Sixx." He scooped more ice and ate it.

"Well there is someone else I like." I looked up at Vince with both brows raised up.

"Oh yeah who?" He asked.

Was it to early to say anything. I felt like it was maybe I'll just keep it to myself... for now. When the time is right I will reveal.

"I can't tell you yet, in time Vince in time." I giggled and tapped the top of his head.

"Alright darling if you say so." He put his arm around me and pulled me towards him. I laid on his shoulder and it felt just right.

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daryls-dixon-antoni · 5 years ago

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Chapter 11.) Slabtown

I wake up in a plain white room; so much like a hospital, the sound of ticking echoing in my head.

I blink a couple of times, looking around in confusion. My wrist is bandaged up, as though by a doctor and I have an IV drip in my other arm.

I stand up and limp around, when I look down I see that my ankle has been wrapped more professionally as well. I'm definitely in a hospital room, there's a part of me that wonders if everythings just been a dream; like one of those fever dreams.

If I open the door; I'll be back in a world that still makes sense. My husband, sons and daughter will all still be alive. Hell; I bet their on the other side!

I rush over to the door, and try to pull it open to find it ... locked.

It was all real, then.

I start pounding as hard as I can against the door, trying to break it open. That's when I hear what sounds like a police scanner; so I immediately look around my room for any weapons. None. Okay, breathe, uh.... IV! I pull out the IV from my arm, and brace myself for a fight.

When the door clicks unlocked and a woman in a police uniform walks in, her light brown hair tied back into a tight ponytale and a strict 'no nonsense' look on her face, and a balding man with glasses and a beard following right behind her dressed in a doctor's uniform complete with a stethoscope.

I have my hands and feet in the proper boxing positions, but I wait to make my move, watching them closely.

The man has his hands up and addresses me as though I were a wounded animal, "Everything's okay. Okay?"

My eyes move to the Police Lady, instinctively knowing she's the bigger threat. She seems to know she is, and orders, "Put it down," she's gesturing to my IV Needle I still have clasped in one hand. "Drop it right now." I shrug, dropping the needle, but not my fighting stance.

"I'm Dr. Steven Edwards," the doctor dude puts his hands into his pockets as the lady puts her thumbs in her belt. They're trying to get me calm. I relax my stance, letting my hands fall to my sides, but keep my muscles ready for a fight.

"This is Officer Dawn Lerner. How are you feeling?"

"Where am I?" I snap.

"Grady Memorial Hospital in Atlanta," Dr. Edwards reponds.

"Atlanta? No. No! How the hell'd I get to Atlanta?"

"My officers found you on the side of the road surrounded by rotters."

"Run! Get out!" I blink back the vision of Daryl fighting off all those corpses. I'll never know if he made it. Just like I'll never know if Mason did.

"Your wrist and ankle were both fractured and you sustained a superficial head wound," Dr. Edwards says. "Can you remember your name?"

"My name?"

"Yes, do you know it?" Dawn asks, coldly.

"It's Antionette. Can I go?"

"If we hadn't saved you, you'd be one of them right now. So you owe us."

Dr. Edwards and I walk into a room with beeping monitors and a respirator hooked up to an unconscious man.

"Couple of them out there were on a run about a week ago. They found two boxes of Bisquick and a Merle Haggard tape at a truck stop, and then this gentleman under a bridge. Cardiac arrest and extreme dehydration.

"And I tried to do what I could," he steps forward and after pushing a few buttons, all the machines turn off.

We stab the guy in the head and move the body to a metal gourney.

"Somebody ran out of dolls to dress up."

I close my eyes deeply and then we wheel the dead guy out of the room. Dawn is talking to another police guy with short black hair.

"Hold up," the Dr. says, and he starts speaking with Dawn. I don't pay much attention, just trying to keep my head down so I can get out; find my son, find Daryl, find Sev.

Breaking out seems like one of my best bets, I recognize the type of people these guys are. They keep you in debted to them so you can never leave.

When we start moving again, I ask the Dr. "How many people do you people have?"

"Just enough to keep us going," is his answer. When he realizes I won't be responding he continues, "Some of us started here, some came as patients. Everyone has a job." Some came as patients... meaning they never left.

We toss the man down an elevator shoot.

When I'm retreiving food for the Doctor, a police guy with salt and pepper hair and eyes that bother me for some strange reason says, "You're looking better and better," I stare him down. "We had a lead on some guns, so me and my partner were pretty far out. That's when we saw you, wriggling in the road." I blink, but don't turn away. "You don't remember me, huh?" Silence. "Yeah, one of them rotters was eyeing your thighs when we showed up. But I got there first. Jacked that rotter up. I'm Gorman." I continue to stare. "When someone does you a favor, it's a courtesy to show some appreciation. Unless you want me to write down everything you're taking. Everything costs something, right?" I ignore him and take the tray, and walk away.

As I'm walking down the hall towards the Doctor's room, I hear Dawn barking orders. "We'll find Joan. Until then, you've got laundry duty and I want my uniform."

A boys voice joins in as they both say, "washed separately and pressed." Dawn stops talking, but the boys' voice says, "I know."

"Smart-ass," is Dawn's response.

I walk into the Doctor's room to the sound of real music, and he's sitting with his feet on a desk, flipping throuth a book, he sighs, "I used to feel like I was drowning in research. Now the oceans are dry," he slams the book closed, "and I'm suffocating in boredom. He throws the book across the room.

I stare at him and he points at a painting displayed next to his desk, "That's Junior Kimbrough. Do you like it?"

I glance at it, the imagry is nice. "I guess," I say, shrugging.

I then place his tray on his desk, and he looks at me, "Where's your food?"

"I am not eating anything from here. I can't owe you people anymore than I already do. I need to leave as soon as I can."

"Have you ever tried guinea pig?"

"No, I haven't." I respond.

"I didn't think so." He smiles, and gestures to the place in front of him, "Sit down." I hesitate, looking at him closely. "Dawn doesn't have to know. Come on." He reasures me, so I take a seat and he clears some of his books off his cluttered desk before cutting a peice of the guinea pig and offering me to take a bit off the fork. I grab the fork and try it. It's not half bad.

"Well?"

I shrug, not wanting to speak too much to anyone here. He laughs, "It's good enough for Peru."

He also takes a bite, and I look around his very cluttered room. Honestly, the place is a mess, but it's somehow also homey. The doctor gestures back to the painting, "It's a Caravaggio. I found it on the street outside the High. Like trash." He stands up, "It doesn't have a place anymore. Art isn't about survival. It's about transcendence. Being more than animals. Rising above." I listen to him talk about his art a while longer.

"We got a new one," A new police woman says.

They are pushing in a gourney with a man on top of it. A new male police officer adds, "Found his wallet. His name is Gavin Trevitt."

The woman continues, "Fell from a first floor apartment trying to get away from some."

The man walks past me to whisper in Dawn's ear as Dr. Edwards starts checking the man out, "He's lost a lot of blood and his vitals are dropping. I don't think he's gonna make it."

The male officer addresses Dawn out loud, "We've already given him gas-"

Dawn cuts him off, "I got this. You said you wanted to save people, so save him."

"I don't even know the extent of his injuries," Dr. edwards states, "Look, this one's a loser. You said you didn't want me wasting resources."

"Well, today I want you to try."

Dr. Edwards considers this for a moment before turning to me, "Okay, plug the EKG and the ultrasound into that battery pack, go."

I move and do as he says, and he says, "Good. Good, good, good. Now attach it to the patient."

I do so, and the moniter begins beeping, and as Dr. Edwards starts doing an Ultrasound on the guys chest, the beeping becomes loud and rapid.

"Tension pneumothorax. Punctured lung. Antionette, I need a large hollow needle in that cabinet." He goes to give me a set of keys, but Dawn intercepts them and opens the cabinet, grabbing the hollow needle and handing it to Dr. Edwards who stabs it into the mans chest, clearing his airway, I think? Whatever he's doing, it causes blood to squirt out throuth the needle.

The beeping on the machine slows and Dawn asks, "Is he gonna make it?"

"He fell from a building, Dawn."

"Is he going to make it?"

Dr. Edwards pulls open the mans lower shirt, "You see these bruises? He has internal bleeding, but I need a CAT scan to know how bad. And even if I could determine that, I don't have the tools to save him. I told you, this was a waste of resources."

Dawn turns around and slaps me, breaking open my stitches, and it takes every single ounce of self control not to punch her right back.

I tightly clench my jaw as Dawn says, "Steve, try to grasp the stakes here," she then walks out, slamming the door behind her.

We go to 'my room' to stitch my cheek back up despite my arguments to leave me alone.

When he finishes he says, "Noah left you a new shirt."

"I don't want a new shirt," I mumble, looking at the clean scrub top that matches the one I already have on.

"She likes things neat," Dr. Edwards states, pointing to the blood stain on my shirt.

"Shouldn't have slapped me. There wouldn't be any blood on my shirt if she hadn't."

He sighs, "I'll wait for you outside."

I change shirts, finding a lollipop inside of my new one. I stash it under my pillow before leaving the room to see two police people struggling with a woman who most definitely does not want to be here. She's wearing the same blue scrubs I'm in.

"Dawn needs you, now," the male officer states, so we rush in after them all.

"She's lucky we found her. Whatever you were thinking, it wasn't worth it. Okay, you have two choices. Either we cut off your arm or you do."

"Screw you and your little bitch!-"

"Smart-ass whore," Gorman states, moving towards the woman, but Dawn pushes him back, "Gorman, get out of here!"

Dr. Edwards approaches the woman, only to get kicked by her, Dawn holds her down as Dr. Edwards says, "It's anesthetic. You need it."

"Go to hell," is the woman's response.

"She made her choice," Dawn states. "Do it. Do it."

Dr. Edwards takes something out of his pocket, obviously he is going to use it as a tourniquet.

"No, no, no! I said leave me alone!"

"We're not going to let you die! We are not going to let you turn!"

I start to walk out the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dawn seethes.

"I don't want any part of this."

"Do you want her to die?"

"She wants to die, that's obvious."

"Help us save her."

"Antionette," Dr. Edwards states, "I need you to hold her down. Do it now," He sounds much calmer and kinder.

"Now."

I move forward and help hold down the poor sobbing woman.

"Keep your hands off me! I'm not going back to him!"

"You don't have to," Dawn reassures her.

"You can't control them!"

"I will."

"Antionette, you ready?" The doctor asks me, and I nod, helping hold down the woman who begins to struggle even harder, trying to thrash as she screams. Dr. Edwards saws off her entire lower arm. No remorse, I guess.

I go into the laundry room to get rid of my new set of bloodied uniform per Dawn's request.

"You okay?" A darker skinned boy asks, his hair is cut short and a kind smile is on his face, "I'm Noah. Of the Lollipop Guild."

"Antionette," I greet, shaking his hand. "Thanks for the sucker."

"Figured you could use a pick-me-up after this morning." I hand him my dirty uniform, and he says, "Guess I should have brought the whole jar." He hands me a new uniform saying, "Here, this should fit."

"Do you know why that curly haired woman left?" I ask. "I mean, how long did she really have left before she payed what was due here and got to leave without them dragging her back?"

Noah shakes his head, "I haven't seen it work like that yet."

"What do you mean, how long you been here?"

"I guess about a year. Dad and I were both pretty messed up when they found us. They said that they could only save one. For the longest time, I actually believed them. Now I get it. Dad was bigger, stronger. Would have fought back. Would have been a threat."

I frown, "They let your dad die?"

"And Dawn just looked the other way. See, she's in charge, but just barely. And it's getting worse. It's why I'm out of here when the time is right. I came looking for my uncle. Gotta get back to my mom."

"Where is she at?" I ask, kindly.

"Richmond. Virginia. We had walls. See, they think I'm scrawny. They think I'm weak. But they don't know shit about me. About what I am. About what you are."

"You don't know me. But I need to go find my son, so I understand what you mean."

"You have a son?" I nod. "How old?"

"Just over ten now."

I'm doing some work for Dr. Edwards, currently pouring bleach into a tin bucket, when Dawn walks in behind me.

"Shepherd, you've already pulled a double. I got it from here."

I tense my muscles as she orders away her officer, leaving us alone and without witnesses.

"Yes, ma'am. Thanks."

I hear Dawn approach me and turn to see her holding a tray of food as she says, "I know you didn't have breakfast. Peace treaty?"

"I'll eat when I get out."

Dawn sits on a red container and pats the one next to her. I stay standing and just look at her, "You know, you shouldn't see this as a sentence. I'm giving you food, clothes, protection. When have those things ever been free?"

I look at her, "I know how to hunt for food, I have no problem with messy clothes, and hand me my pocket knife back, and I wouldn't need your protection, either."

"But you did need it." I glare at her, unamused. "Try to look at the good we're doing. Hard as it was, we saved Joan's life. Trevitt's life. We saved your life. I'm keeping all of us going here. That is not a small thing. It's taken a lot to get us here, Antionette. And I believe that what we had before all of this isn't over. And when we're finally rescued, when this nightmare ends, we're gonna need to rebuild."

"You seriously think someone's coming? After all this time, seriously?"

"There's still people like us, Antionette." She snaps, "People trying to keep the world alive, to fix it. Until then, we all have to contribute. To compromise. If we take, we give back. It's only fair. So keep working off what you owe and you'll be out of here in no time. If that's what you want."

"I think I made it clear that's what I'll be doing."

"Well, then you have to eat. Otherwise, you'll get weak. You won't heal, you'll require more treatment, and you won't be able to do your job."

"You could let me go out and hunt. I'll catch and eat my own food."

"We don't leave if it's not a necessity. I know you didn't ask for this. I didn't either." I stare her down, and she gives a hefty sigh, before getting up and walking out.

I was asked to clean the blood from the floor of the now one handed woman's room, I mop the floors whilst quietly singing,

"I'm only human and I bleed when I fall down, I'm only human and I crash and I break down. You're words in my head, knifes in my heart, you build me up then I fall apart, I'm only human..."

"Hmm. That's really nice"

I look at Joann, who is now awake and looking at me, "Do you want me to go get Dr. Edwards?"

"No, please. Not yet."

"I'm sorry I helped them..." I tell her.

"She can control them. But she doesn't because it's easier. Because she's a coward."

"How bad did Gorman hurt you?" I ask, softly.

She shakes her head, "It doesn't matter. I guess it's easy to make a deal with the devil when you're not the one paying the price."

Back in my room I look underneath my pillow to try to find that lollipop Noah had given me.

"Lose something?" Gorman's voice asks from my doorway. He pulls the sucker from his pocket and unwraps it, "This is yours, ain't it?" He puts it in his mouth. "Mmm." He pops it back out of his mouth, "Sour apple. Like the kind Dawn acquired from pediatrics." He steps closer to me, but I hold my ground. "Suppose you could have a taste. See if it rings any bells."

"I don't want it," I say, as calmly as I can.

"Oh, come on, now." He puts the sucker on my lips, "I just want to be sure I'm returning this to its rightful owner." He tries forcing it into my mouth, so I slap him, hard across the face with my casted arm.

He steps back a hand holding his cheek as he looks at me with blood boiling anger behind his devilish eyes.

He takes a threatening step towards me when we both hear Dr. Edwards voice from the door, "Leave her alone."

"The girl should have been mine."

"Nobody's yours, Gorman. Nobody. And if you think you're getting Joan back-"

"Oh, I'm gonna get her back." He turns to face Dr. Edward, and asks, "You think Dawn's gonna stop me?"

"I will."

"You stepping up, Doc?" Gorman takes a step towards Dr. Edwards.

"What happens when you get sick, Gorman? When you get an infection? When you get bit?"

"Hmm. I think there's gonna be somebody. Somebody who ain't you."

Dawn approaches the scene with another police dude, Dawn says, "Gorman." With a warning tone to her voice.

"And maybe somebody in charge who ain't her." He says, putting the sucker back in his mouth as he backs back out of the room, Dawn leaving with him.

I look at Dr. Edwards, "What the hell is his problem?"

"Come on, let me tell you a story."

We go onto the roof, looking out into a broken down Atlanta.

"When everything started, Dawn reported to a guy named Hanson. They had orders to clear the hospital and move everyone to Butler Park. It was close to midnight when we heard the jets, the bombs. The screams. I was on the third floor. Dawn and Hanson's teams were doing a final sweep. And we knew it was bad. Just didn't know how bad till we came up here. The city had fallen. And everyone we evacuated they were just gone. We kept mostly to ourselves at first. Till the food ran out. We started going out on runs, a few of us at a time. We'd see people who needed help. Barely holding on. But we were barely holding on ourselves. Came a time I couldn't look away anymore. I found this kid. Napalm burns on his clothes, his skin. Dawn said we couldn't spare the resources. So we struck a deal. I'd use what I could to heal him and he'd compensate us for those resources through service. Now-"

"You're not at fault for what she's turned this into."

"We lost some people, that's what's at fault. Hanson cracked. He made some calls that got people killed. Dawn took care of things. She took care of him. She saw us past it. Kept us together. Kept us alive."

"How is this living?" I ask, watching him pace.

He chuckles darkly, "We're still breathing. Patients we brought here, they're still breathing. Outside these walls, alone, unprotected, they'd be dead. We'd be dead. We're not the ones who make it. As bad as it gets, it's still better than down there."

"You're wrong. I am one of the one's who will make it. I need to get back to work."

"How about you look in on Mr. Trevitt and call it a day?"

"Alright, I guess."

"He's stable, due for another 75mg of Clozapine. And tomorrow we'll start fresh."

I walk away, and go prepare the Clozapine, crush it to dust, liquify it and then insert it into the man's arm.

"Still at it, huh?" Noah asks, startling me.

"Yeah," I agree, giving a heavy sigh before all the machines start beeping rapidly, and Mr. Trevitt starts seizing, my heart stops, "Fuck!"

Dawn stabs the now dead Mr. Trevitt in the head then rounds on me, "What did you do to him?"

"I didn't do anything," I reply, coldly.

"He was fine until the two of you were alone with him. Something happened. I want you to tell me."

"It was an accident," Noah starts and I look at him, "Antionette left to get some gauze. I was mopping. I must have unplugged the ventilator somehow. It only stopped for a minute."

"That isn-"

Noah cuts me off, "I got it working again."

"Take him to my office," Dawn orders.

Gorman pulls Noah's arm and drags him out of the room.

Dr. Edwards steps forward, "Dawn, it was an accident." Dawn storms out of the room. "It was an accident," Dr. Edwards repeats.

"Noah lied, Mr. Trivett started seizing. It killed him."

"Seizing? Well, you gave him Clonazepam, right?"

"Clonazepam? You didn't say Conazepam. You'd said Clozapine."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

I hear Noah yell, "Please!" from down the hall and go to rush to his side, to tell Dawn the truth; but Dr. Edwards stops me, "Antionette, we need to deal with Mr. Trevitt while he's still warm."

"You deal with Mr. Trevitt, but I have to stop her!" I snap, as I hear Noah continuing to plead, "Please, stop Please!"

"We can't- you can't stop it."

I pull my bedding up on my bed, wondering how in the hell I ended up here? I'd give almost anything to be back out in the world of the dead then to have to deal with this places weird ass politics. This places crooked people.

Dawn comes in, closing my door behind her. "You really think I didn't know?" I stare at her. "Noah's smart. Probably my best worker. But that story he told about the ventilator? Boy's not much of a liar."

"So you, what? Beat him for the hell of it?"

"I didn't want to. I had to. A good man's mistakes almost ended everything for us, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let that happen again. Every sacrifice we make needs to be for the greater good. The second it isn't, the second we lose sight of that, it's all over. The thing is, you're not the greater good. You're not strong enough."

"I'm plenty strong."

"How many people had to risk their lives to save you? In here, you are part of a system. The wards keep my officers happy. The happier my officers are, the harder they work to keep us going. And this hasn't been easy. There have been compromises, but it's working. And after they rescue us, we're gonna help put the world back together. Because we're the ones holding on. That's the good we're doing here. That's the good you're doing here. That's what makes you worth something. But out there you are nothing. Except dead or somebody's burden."

"You're wrong." I say, glaring at her.

"Oh, yeah? Some people just aren't meant for this life, and that's okay."

"I was literally raised for this life. My siblings and I called our childhood home the Zombie Bootcamp. When the world fell to shit, I single handedly kept not only myself alive, but my husband and two boys as well."

"And where are they now?"

I take a step back.

"Like I said, some people aren't meant for this, and as long as they don't take advantage of the ones who are, it's okay." She leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

I find Noah and see his eye already blackened and swollen.

"Oh my god," I whisper.

"It's not as bad as it looks. I'm okay. Watch," he flicks his bruise, "Painkillers. It barely even hurts. Dawn needed Trevitt for something. I know that's what that was about. Screwed-up thing is, she's trapped, too."

"We aren't trapped. I'm getting us out of here."

"Basement's the fastest way out. Any noise and we got rotters."

"Easy fix, we stay quiet."

"I can keep an eye on Dawn. She keeps a spare key to the elevator banks somewhere in her office. Think you can find it?"

"Hell yeah, I can."

I wait and watch for Noah's signal, and as soon as I get it I quickly and quietly make my way to Dawn's office.

I first search her filing cabinet; but only find the wallet to Mr. Trivett, my curiousity get's the best of me, and when I look inside, I see that he was a doctor. Things start falling into place in my head.

I move to the desk to see Joann, dead on the floor. Suicide.

I start rummaging through the desk, break open her bottom drawer and take the key right as Gorman opens the door, "Hey there. I hope I'm not interrupting," he closes the office door behind him.

"Dawn asked me to fetch her key for her," I say, holding it up for him to see.

"Did she, now? See, I was just with Dawn and I don't seem to remember that." He steps in front of me, enclosing me between him and the desk, "It's okay. Maybe she doesn't have to know. Maybe there's another solution. You know? A little win-win for both of us." He sniffs my hair and I try to pull away from him, noticing Joann's hand move. She's becoming reanimated. "So how about it, Annie? We gonna work something out here?" I close my eyes and nod; ready for Joann to get up and eat this son of a bitch. "Good girl. Now, Joan, she's not such a team player. Lucky for me you're not being a fighter." His hand goes up my shirt and I immediately bash his head with the jar of suckers, he falls right onto Joann, who in turn immediately attacks Gorman. Good, one less douchebag to deal with. I grab his gun off him and stuff it into my pants before walking towards Noah.

Dawn stops me by saying my name, "Everything okay?"

I nod then say, "Hey, I think Gorman was trying to speak to you, said he'd be in your office."

"Thank you, Antionette." I nod.

Noah and I start rushing towards the elevators, I tie some bedsheets to the edge and Noah asks, "Ready?"

I nod, beginning to tie him in the sheets. "I'll come down after you, alright?"

"Okay."

I gently lower him down and then toss the rest of the towels and bedsheets over, ready to lover myself down. But one of the dead jump out at me from one of the floors and I fall, my landing cushioned by the stinky unanimated dead people that have been thrown down here.

Noah holds the flashlight and I hold my new gun. When Noah is grabbed by one of the reanimated dead, I start shooting them all, every one of them in the head as I continue to push both Noah and myself towards freedom. Once we're out in the daylight, I take off, the dead blocking off our exit; so I go to the side; a hole on the fence allowing us an escape route. I try to keep my pace slow enough that I can help Noah get out, but that's when I get surrounded by the dead. I keep fighting my way to freedom, when someone jumps on me and pins me to the ground, I struggle until I see that Noah has made it to safety and that its one of the living now currently handcuffing me. I completely relax, letting the man pull me painfully up and then back inside.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Does it matter?" We are in Dawn's office with the two dead bodies. "Why do you let this shit happen?" I ask, gesturing to the dead bodies. "Why did it take her comitting suicide for her to be free from him? You knew it was happening, and you didn't do jack shit to stop it."

"So that we make it."

"Why? So your imaginary rescue team can save you? No one is coming! There isn't any magical helicopters coming to rebuild the new world. This is it!"

She doesn't answer me, just takes the broken picture frame to hit me over my head.

I sit in a chair in Dr. Edwards room as he checks my healing process to my forehead. "You're healing quickly. Should be ready to jump back into it in a couple more days." He stands up and says, "Well, that should about do it."

"You told me the wrong medicine to give Dr. Trevitt. Was it because he was also a doctor?"

"Trevitt was an oncologist at St. Ignatius. I knew him. They would have kicked me out. Maybe Gorman, maybe he would have killed me. I didn't have a choice." I shake my head, disappointed in the man who could have been good.

Dr. Edwards continues, "When they arrested Christ, Peter denied being one of his disciples. He didn't have a choice. They would have crucified him, too."

Later that same day, the new person they bring in is Carol! Daryl's best friend. She's alive; which means others did survive the Prison.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #season 5 #chapter 11

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strawberryspeachy · 5 years ago

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I have so many time periods in my life that were fucking miserable (my whole life so lol) but most of them im like

Man. I wish i could go back with the knowledge i have now and change shit

But my senior year of college still takes the cake. I would not repeat that fucking year given the chance. I legit for real am npt exaggerating at all when i say I HAVE NO IDEA HOW I GRADUATED. What strength i had. How did i do it??

I lost all of my friends. I lived with girls who made me feel worse about myself. My classes were super difficult and busy. My mom had finally admitted to me that she knew she was forgetting things.

I BECAME bulimic. That wasnt something i did before that year. Bulimic to the point where if i ate more than one peice or bread i felt guilty. Sometimes i coild rationalize to myself that i ate a healthy and appropriate meal but after 20 minutes id start panicking. That i HAD TO go throw it up. I HAD TO. if i didnt id regret it so i hadddd toooo

I didnt eat some days

And it went beyond the point of. All i have is my skinny body. It went to i hate myself and my life and i deserve to suffer. I dont deserve food. If i keep doing this maybe my body will fuck up enough that i die.

And speaking of death. It was the first time i fully tried to kill myself. I played with the idea before. Id do risky things on the off chance that id die doing it. Sometimes risky enough that i was surprised i even did it and got really scared afterwards thinking about ever doing them again. But id never made a plan. Got materials. And tried and fell asleep thinking id really never wake up. And i did it a couple times. And honestly i think i killed a part of me that year.

I cried all the time. I was just a zombie with a painted smile on my face so i could get help in class from other people. But i never actually smiled. And the second i walked in my room id start crying. All that bottled up energy released. And there was too much.

I used to fall out of my chair cause i was crying so much and id just roll around on the floor and then yell at myself to get my ass back in the chair and to keep studying. And i did. And id keep crying. And i kept studying.

And i took adderal several times a week. It wasnt even working. But it had a crack effect on me and would make me really happy and optimistic for no reason

I dont remember ever feeling confident in my studys. I walked into every exam terrifyed.

I was scared the entire year that i was gonna fail.

I was so out of it that i didnt even notice the stress permanently altered my apperance. Eveyone said i grew up. No the stress aged me. I didnt notice my hair fell out or how my chin seemed to grow. Or how my skin greyed

Theres no way to make thay year better. That was an awful year.

I have no point in this.

Just like that year and the two following it... which... issss 2014-2015-2016 to 2017

Like id completed three years of college. I had to graduate. I couldnt get out of that with a clear mind. And then coming home. None of my friends lived at home. I couldnt find a job. I took what i could get. I couldnt leave home. I had to stay for my mom. I had to and i wanted to.

Im thinking about it cause i could have immediately came to japan out of college. And i knew it then. I chose not to. I wanted to go home and be with my mom. And my family made that a nightmare. And watching her and taking care of her while she went downhill... i dont think ill be able to face those feelings... for many years to come. (I mean hopefilly not if i died while writing this id be happy) but theres really no getting around the fact that having completed my finance degree in college. My only choice was to end up as a server

My 13 year old dog died. My 18 year old cat died. My mom was shitting all over the house and refusing to sleep or eat. The woman who i hated so much that i went to work early and smiled while offering to stay later because “at least im not at home” finally died.

One day she told me she was gonna kick me out of the house (for the zillionth time) she screamed and yelled at me. And i went to work. And i came home and she was standing outside of the front door. I thought about continuing to drive and coming back later when shed moved. But for whatever reason i stopped and got out still hoping shed be gone by the time i walked up. She wasnt. She didnt even notice i was there. I was tempted to walk past her and go in. But i didnt. I asked her what was wrong. She said she could take the step to the sidewalk. And i helped her. And she rambled to me about how she thought shed be stuck there all night and how she didnt know what was wrong. The last time i saw her she had been screaming at me about how im a worthless spoiled lazy rude mean old adult acting like a baby. So. I really didnt have much sympathy to give her. I couldnt even talk. I was still mad. She thanked me. I said she was welcome. Thats all i remember. That was about 3 months before she died. If i went back to that exact moment knowing that information. I honestly dont think id change anything... she was.... so mean... so needlessly mean... im still mad about every time i was mad at her

Unlike my mom. Who i dreamed about this week. I had a dream that i was home just living my regular life in high school. And i did something. And my mom was yelling at me. And we got into an argument. Just one of those nonsense arguments that dont mean much. And in my dream i was like ugh my moms so annoying. And i woke up. And i miss her so much. What i wouldnt do to listen to my mom yell at me about something like taking too long to get ready. Or putting something in the wrong place. Or forgetting to do some chore she asked me to do. My mom with her fully functioning brain yelling at me because ive inconvenienced some plan that she has made for hersef that day. Thats shes fully capable of doing herself. And will do no matter what anyone says cause you dont mess with her schedule - you work with it.

I actually woke up and smiled. When you grow up do you ever think youll think about your parent full blown going off on you about something kinda dumb would ever make you smile...

Anyhow... that boy at work i like. I tried to be cute. He said he texts his friends back when he wants to when i pestered him about having not responded to my mesage. I was like

Oh thats the second time youve called me your friend! :) were friends :D

I just wanted a chuckle and for him to say yea yea were friends

But instead.... he said no. Were coworkers.

And i said you can be friends with your coworkers

Which led to a super long.... turned into argument...

Where he told me no. He doesnt need more friends. He only talks to me because he has to. He doesnt like me. He doesnt want to talk to me. He doesnt like when he has to talk to me. He has plenty of time to hang out with friends but not me cause im not his friend and he does not want to hang out with me. Dont ask him questions. Dont talk to him for more than a minute. He only said yes to hanging out with me because i was new to the country. His girlfriend didnt want him to and he decided he didnt want to after thinking about it. He wont change his mind. And he got really mad while telling me that his dumbass gf gets mad when i text him. And that he doesnt wanna talk to me out of work and at work only about work nothing else.

Most of that was unprovoked information. Like.. a quarter of it came from my “so were friends?” Remark. Another quarter of it came from my “coworkers can become friends” remark. And given half of it.... i brought up that he liked talking to me enough that he said he wanted to hang out with me - so you fan guess what quarter of the information came from that... oh sorry did i say quarters. I guess i meant thirds.

Extra shitty cause its a big jump from the boy who was engaging in actual conversation with me yesterday and moved so close to me that he was cms away from resting his head on me shoulder. Many times. Actually over the past couple days.

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sorroki · 6 years ago

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I can’t get rid of old things, things I feel like I shouldn’t be surrounded by. People I wish I didn’t know about, and events I wish had never happened. Stories and characters that plagued my mind like a virus. Yet I still find myself getting pulled back into the deep end. Why? I ask myself that, but cannot find the answer. I plead for the victims, wishing for their safety. And I see the ringmaster tapping at the back of my mind, telling me not to fret. I know that he is who is wrong, and always has been. A wolf in sheeps clothing just waiting for his little red riding hood to come along so he can snatch his prey. He who would smile behind a camera as undeniable terror takes place. And for what? Fortune. Power. Control. Amusement of them and others. It may sound crazy, but it’s not that uncommon. I know the reason I can’t let go is because you remind me of someone from my own past. Though very different tales, the puzzle peices are there. Puzzle pieces of neglect and desperation. And I know some are more desperate than others, living in a world with varying conditions and living situations that could shatter at any moment. That’s how you found your victims. And that’s how I know it to be as well. Weakness is a powerful tool, and you and so many others have used it. Your evil and manipulative way of thinking spreads like a wildfire in every case. And sometimes my mind wonders and I think about what drove you to this darkness. Maybe it was your own childhood, as that’s the case with others of your kind. What could have been the birth of an angel, became a devil. What could have built an empire of love and light, an empire of depravity and destruction. And now all anybody can see when they look into your eyes is a monster who had once roamed free on a paper thin streets.

And to the unforgiving pawn of yours who you trusted in the most grusome of desires, I look down upon. You are who is guilty in association, and unable to find a moral compass to stop yourself for diving in. I know you’ve been brainwashed for as long as time can tell, but the sins you’ve committed under order are too much, and you will not be forgiven. Life is precious, yours and theirs. You must think with loving pride and knowledge to keep a bright future, and not find shelter within your lies. And that is all.

I do not know you. I do not know her. And I do not know them. But if I did, you would be the one I’d leave to rot in your cell that you are never to leave, and her as well. You would be the one to feel the neglect and forgetness. And them, the ones who have been left with the judgement and wounds of your abuse, would be the ones I’d hold tight in my arms and cherish for their bravery and perseverance.

Not. You.

Now I am brought back to my point. Why can I not seem to let go of your story? Why have I seemed to glorify your wrong doings in attempt to make my own? And why can I not move on even after telling myself to stop over and over? I know that I see people in you. People I’ve known. People who are so very different in their ways, yet so alike. I wish with all my heart that I’d never known of you and your pawns. But it’s hard to control what you hear and when to stop looking further, especially with someone as persistent and curious as I am. If only I weren’t... I fear that I will be like you one day because of this, but I know deep in my heart that I am good, and there is some other meaning to why I keep finding refuge in your case. And that’s how I know you remind me of someone. Those people. The ones I’ve known. The ones who will do anything for control. Power. Amusement. Though their business was not done in the shadows, it was done in the same sneaky way. And there are so many types of evil in the world. The evil that I lay awake at night and sob over.

And so here, as I stand in a field of newly blooming daisy’s that represent the light of rebirth and new beginnings, I look back on my own happening. And I realize that they are nothing compared to those you’ve hurt. I realize that maybe it’s best to put others in further dismay before myself. I promise myself I will work to move on from the macabre story that floats on the surface of my crowded head, and find happier things that do not glorify the pain people like you have caused to this already fragile society.

....And to the one innocent soul that has lost their young life to your influence, I look up upon and salute as I wonder what could have become of her future. And so do those who share the same torture. Them and their bravery are what will move this world forward, along with the bistanders who loathing the injustice you and them have been given.

With having said that, I give this message to all those who’s hearts and souls have been ravaged by the darkness of the monsters of the world. The good will always no matter how slim outweigh the bad, and you, young child, are loved.

Sorry for the vent, I had to get this off my chest. And I know many of you won’t understand who I’m speaking off and your lucky honestly. I hope I didn’t make any spelling errors...

#memoir #short story #emotional #true crime #vent

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aramente-viezd · 3 years ago

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If you had to pick a video game song to officially serve as your Theme Song, which one would it be?

What was the last thing you watched that you HATED?

Which physical parts of a man do you find the most attractive and least attractive?

How many email addresses do you actively use?

Do you talk to yourself aloud?

Last website you used an incognito/private window on?

What do you have to do tomorrow? Are you looking forward to it or dreading it?

My theme song would be, Zeldas lullaby I just love that peice so much.

I watched a conspiracy theory video and it was way to dumb and just made me angry.

I find mens faces and shoulders attractive, as for unattractive like calfs cause people work them out way too hard and then they look super weird 😂

I currently have 8 active emails that I manage 😅

I talk to myself way too much honestly people have given me weird looks.

I'll just let your imagination guess what I use my incognito windows for 😘

I have to work tomorrow and I'm looking forward to parts of it but not others cause it gets boring.

Thanks for the questions Sparky always nice to hear from you hit me up some time 😁

#mutuals #sparkga #get to know me #about me #me #questions #answered asks

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rednightraider · 3 years ago

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Well, i got board and i'm about to finish my playthrough of Devil May Cry 4 so i thought to myself

"What if Ryota Suzui had Dante's Rebellion?"

Hate all you want but if you don't like my boy Ryota you don't have to read this.

Durring a weekend Ryota decided to help his mother by cleaning out the attic where he found several old item's [Wedding photo's, old ring's and necklace', ect] but while he was cleaning everything out he accidentally cut his hand causing him to bleed but in his mind it wasn't bad enough to deal with right off.

Once he got to the end of the attic there was a box with his name on it that said "From your old man." He opened the box and saw a few item's worth mentioning, two handgun's with the name's "Ebony and Ivory" imprinted into the metal, an unopened red trench coat, black motorcycle glove's with steel knuckle's, but the item worth the most mention.

A claymore like sword with a skull in the center, he grabed the hilt of the sword and lifted it up, his blood still driping from his open wound dripped into the skull's mouth causing the crossguard to spring open getting a slight scare out of him.

Fast forward to the next day, Ryota decided to try on this trench coat and glove's, he noticed a silver skull on the back of the coat where this claymore would hold on to like a magnet the coat even had holster's for the two handgun's that he found.

Before he could make plan's for the day Yumeko sent him a text that her Mary Itsuki and Kaede would be at the park and asked him if he'd like to come, he was getting ready to leave when for some reason he stopped himself and grabed the sword and gun's keeping the gun's hidden.

Once he got there he was greeted by Yumeko who took notice to his seemingly new clothes, surprisingly she didn't notice the sword hanging off of his back Mary did, when she saw it she asked him about it.

"Are you planning on killing someone with that thing? Where did you even get it?"

He informed her that it was in his mother's attic and he hadn't asked her why it was there yet, they kinda brushed it off but even Yumeko took notice of his newer stranger behavior, he was constantly looking at something that they weren't seeing as if he was waiting for something or someone.

After a couple hour's they decided on going to a near by ice cream shop to get a snack but then something happened, Mary swore she felt something run right behind her then Yumeko felt it, then they saw it lung at Ryota from behind with a blade coming out of it's arm.

He acted fast and swung his sword without a second thought killing whatever it was, it turned out to be a demon that Ryota had just killed, Mary was scared out of her wit's as well as Itsuki, Kaede took a closer look at it and conformed everyone's fear it was a demon.

Ryota then put the peice's together, his father was the legend himself Dante so he had a legacy to live up to now and live up to it he did, in less than a week he had not only sealed but destroyed the hell gate's all across japan and even became known as the son of Dante by thousand's.

Fast forward to adulthood Ryota was now the owner of the Devil May Cry brand and used it as a way to hunt demon's across the world and even regain lost devil arm's, he had also been given many nickname's by the people such as "The man in red" "Son of Dante" "The new dark knight" "Dante 2.0" so on and so forth.

He had lived up to his legacy and made Dante proud, and when he became owner of Devil May Cry not once did a bill go unpaid.

And that's that, hope everyone liked the idea.

#kakegurui #ryota #yumeko #dmc #rebellion

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altmediabuzz · 5 years ago

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' When Prayer, Love And Light Aren't Enough'

💫New Age Passiveness

Recently a friend asked how to deal with one of his friends who he felt was displaying Cognitive Dissonance while discussing many of the harsh truths about the world we are living in today. His intentions were good, but being the empath that he is , he realized discussing these topics was quite difficult for her, and they in fact made her so uncomfortable that she didnt want to discuss them at all.

While dialogue and communication are key elements in any friendship/ relationship, it is important to understand timing and when, where and how some of the tougher topics should be discussed. Please dont let this deter you though.Some people swallow red pills easily, while for others they may be a little bit more hard to swallow.There are many different reasons people choose to deny harsh truths, or even better yet accept them and express ambivalence towards them. It seems however their are some personality types within two particular Spiritual Beleifs that are more likely to do so. In my experience those two beleifs are 'Christianity' and ' New Age' Spirituality

I suggested he send his friend prayers positive vibes and uplifting energy( ofcourse, right?) But....to also give her her space..still making it clear that he was there for her if she needed him...to not push discussing the topics they disagreed on as much for awhile and focus on the ones they did . to work on strengthening their friendship bond , and remember that they are on the same team. To try to have empathy..but not to be swayed. To discern and decipher if there is any truth in her opinions through her feelings, words and actions and what the universe might be trying to teach him through her apprehension.

As one of my favorite motivational speakers Teal Swan says ' a lot of these 'love and light ' ' kumbya' 'que cera cera' , ' whatever will be will be' ' live and let live' 'New Agers ' who were previously just sitting back and 'letting be what will be ' are realizing that in this season,they have to take a little bit more of an affirmative and active stance in order to help change the world for the better .

This is the Age of Aquarius .The dawning of a new day .Lies to be exposed, truths to be revealed and justice to be served. The collective consience is truly being stirred. Some new agers are not used to this concept and this is a rude awakening for many of them.Some ,after being awakened to many of these harsh realities that have been kept clandestine from the population at large ,even feel extreme levels of guilt for' turning a blind eye' to the injustices of others for so long.

Many of the ' New Age ' spiritualists I know have suffered some kind of trauma which caused them in many ways to dissassociate from society ( similar to abused children who develop dissosiative identity disorder to cope with the anger, pain and confusion their abuse leaves them with). Sometimes the fear/ pain of the darkness is just too much for them to handle until theyve healed enough.Then will they realize by conquering that fear and having the courage to fight back, that they have actually taken the first step toward victory in the battle of spiritual warfare.

Some say there has to be negativity in the world because there needs to be balance in the universe and both darkness and light must be present for balance to be acheived ( yin-yang energy). Others are all about combating it outright ( doing more than just trying to balance out the negative energy in the universe by doing positive deeds). But a lot of this is new for many of them. They have no idea the depths of the evil that exist in this universe and the IMBALANCE and abuse of power that goes on in higher realms. And the ones that do realize might be too intimidated to fight or address it.( Again , many , likely due to previous trauma). Doing this would actually increase the positivity and love and light within them and help them to strengthen their spirit to face these dark entities and forces and tackle them head on, thus helping fight the good fight along with the rest of us .

However doing this before its ' proper' timing can be just as detrimental as fearing the fight against evil itself. Let these people get their strength ,courage and wisdom up . And again focus on discussing positive topics for a while if you can unless it's something extremely detrimental to their immediate health of course . Try to honestly understand their perspectives and points of view as well as the reasonings behind them. Be patient, Be nurturing, Be understanding Be the light you want to see 💙💫✨

🙏Christian Passiveness

When addressing Christians ( I myself being one) I get the sense from many of them that their stance is to ' let the Lords will be done' ' let go and let god' , and ' give it to god' etc. Which is a comforting concept when being overwhelmed with circumstances such as stress, general day to day anxiety or a physical illness. But once a relationship with God has reached a level of maturity and acheived enough strength for that person to withstand their own personal battles, it is then they should be ready and willing to step in and help fight the good fight as intercessors for others who cannot or simply refuse to do so.Ofcourse never alone, but with the courage to know that the Holy spirit isnt only BESIDE them ,leading and guiding their words and actions.But also INSIDE of them.

Many say with their mouths they beleive in a higher power but dont express those sentiments through actions. Yes there is only so much a mere mortal can do.But with meditation and prayer ask God/ the Universe just what your role should be to help the healing of our earth in this particularly tumultuous era and season. Realize that you are not alone and have your spiritual brothers and sisters fighting the battle of good vs evil along with you.Realize what an integral peice of the puzzle you are due to your unique God given talents, skills abilities, and experiences. Know that while communing with the Most High Infinite Creator ( through prayer, meditation, song, dance, whathaveyou) you are doing in fact one of the most powerful and effective actions possible to fight the dark and evil forces running rampant in this world. However ask for the discernment on just how much you could and should do in ADDITION to prayer.

Prayer is seen by many as passive and cowardice.( and many scoff at the mention of being in somebodies' thoughts and prayers') however taking the time out of your busy schedule to think of someone and wish well for them while sending them positive energy and reminding them of their value and worth is one of the most effective ways one can show another humanity and compassion.

This however, should preferably be balanced with action. The bible states that ' faith without works is dead' and that we are to be the ' hands and feet ' of Jesus on this earth. What are we doing to edify this concept? Are we sitting back, while this world is going to Hell in a Handbasket? Comfortable in the notion that as a Christian at least we are 'lucky enough to be chosen to spend eternity in heaven' and passively waiting for what many people refer to as Christs second return? Or are we actively out in our neighborhoods, communities and even online reaching out to those left broken and beaten down by the ways of this world as we await? Are we as the book of Exodus advises us to do combating evil by exposing it so that justice can be served? And by that contributing to the freedom of those afflicted by this worlds suppresion?

Yes no matter what the ' Lord's Will will be done'. But dont underestimate the power of 'free will'. The gift God has given us from the beginning of time. We aren't puppets being controlled by strings or mind controlled brainwashed zombies tricked or otherwise manipulated into believing our spiritual beliefs . You make a CHOICE to believe or not to believe them .( At least most of us do, unless we were raised in a Religious cult or suffered some sort of Satanic Ritual Abuse since the day we were born...but that is another blog entry for another day).Dont think of your life as simply a movie you are watching on a screen or play you are seeing on a stage with God acting as the director. Realize that you are the main character and how much of an active role you play in directing your own life as well as influencing and impacting others around you.

During this season of ' Great Awakening,many all over the globe fortunately are coming together, being brought together by a common interest, to fight the good fight in this spiritual battle of GO(O)D vs. (D)EVIL.

No matter our gender, race, nationality, religion or socio-economic status , people are coming together to help spread the great awakening. Knowledge that will be difficult to hear, but once truley understood, cannot only provide healing for us individualy, but as a collective as well.

Bottom line, know the power and authority that lies within you. Acknowledging it while determing to remain passive is the oposite of ' love and light' its actualy continuing to contribute to the pain and darkness that exists in this world. Instead Pray and ask the Most High God/ the Universe what you can do PHYSICALLY to help spread love and light not just ' send' it. Pray and meditate on when and how to begin doing so.Dont let negative energies and dark forces rob you of your desire to help change the world we live in for the better and to realize the power and ability you have to do so.

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redscullyrevival · 8 years ago

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Royal Assassin: Farseer Trilogy Rundown

It’s that time again @sonnetscrewdriver - as if you didn’t know because I am chatting to you right now lol

Setting/Plot/Narrative:

More great quality, I mean I can only repeat myself so much lol

The one part that really stood out to me was the first encounter with the white ship

That socked me in the gut I loved it so much

The series is overall well written and paced, occasionally meandering but I enjoy the world given and am not a intensely plot oriented reader - I like a good meandering

But every once in a while Hobb lays before the reader a scene of just precisely perfect prose, and I have no doubt those scenes shift from person to person but for me the reveal of the white ship, the person pointing and laughing at Fitz the only one who could see

The way the scene is written is simple enough, its mostly a relay of events void of emotion other than silent terror

It is however wedged into two larger connecting moments and when I read it my heart raced and I found myself reading too quickly that I didn’t understand so I went back to re-read the paragraph and didn’t gain anymore answers - which was thrilling! It’s like a dreamy haze in the middle of events, a mirror of Fitz own experience and I in turn cherish the experience. Hobb has endeared me to her completely, I ordered the last Farseer book before I finished this one as well as the first Tawny Man.

The game of cat and mouse and lies and keeping a straight face and restraint and all that is tops, I love love love tension and paranoia in media even though it destroys me in my real life.

Where the heck do we go from here though omg

Fitz

This guy

What’s almost completely unbelievable about Fitz isn’t his magic mental walls and wolf brother and ax wielding assassin resume, that shit makes sense in well placed, paced, and intentful context.

What (almost) makes Fitz unbelievable is his introspective-to-extrospctive ability.

Example:

Fitz being able to acknowledge the pain he put Molly through for the benefit of no one else without being prodded by anyone one else; understanding that he used her, hurt her, and didn’t listen to her, coming to that truth all on his own is completely phenomenal.

I’m glad Fitz realizes all this, that Hobb is compelled to explain unseen social male transgression/aggression- she doesn’t want her readers to think Fitz and Molly’s parting is romantic or entirely one parties “fault” and I applaud that.

She pulls it off, but oh man it gets close, it gets really close at times.

Fitzy’s life blows lol

I felt bad for him, that he got stuffed back into his body. Things went south so bad for him and the outlook ahead is so vast and steep there was a real part of me that was like “No, just... just let him hunt. Leave the poor bastard alone.”

Burrich

I cry

This is my favorite man

Burrich needs hugs

Ya know what’s great though?

I’m eh on the reveal about Burrich/Patience/Chivalry but thankful at the same time. ‘Cause it’s a love triangle sure but from the much more interesting perspective of being over with by the time I learn of it and I appreciated that.

Burrich is a very slow burn of a character isn’t he? I think that’s why I like him so much, he is someone I think we’re going to keep learning about along with seeing him react to events and survive and all that.

Best part of the book hands down was when Molly was like “Yeah the ladies love Burrich” and Fitz is like “Wha duuur why?”

pfft

Prince Verity

I love you Verity

Where Shrewd didn’t take any risks Verity has taken many, and good for him.

I mean, it hasn’t really worked out for him so far but you know, good on him for taking action

Verity is a character I actually really, really like. He is a warm glow whose presence is sturdy and reassuring not just to Fitz but to myself. I want him to pull through and succeed almost more than Fitz does I think!

Hang in there Verity!

Please don’t make me cry, fuck

Prince Regal

Alright

I know I’ve only read two books into this series and then Liveship Traders but the pattern I’ve peaked into thus far is that Hobb’s villains are acutely frustrating and not just with their machinations, oh no; Regal and Kennit’s grasps for power are understandable, it’s their obliviousness that causes, me at least, to look-up-from-the-page-to-stare-into-the-office-camera.

Granted Kennit could see some of the wider picture, more so than Regal, but both are still incredibly short sighted for being so overly ambitious - and are undoubtedly that way by design.

Because that’s one of the biggest markers of selfish people.

And that’s ultimately the baseline evil of Regal, he is just selfish.

I know I’m suppose to probably be repulsed by Regal but I’m not. I can’t honestly pinpoint what it is about him I like.

That’s a lie, I can

I like Regal as a character because he is a bit wild. This story is all secrecy and plots and trying to be steps ahead of magic and schemes and shadows and doubts and in the mist of it all is this overgrown toddler with no sense of tact or skill (or Skill, haha) but there he is anyways twirling a baton of destruction and chaos.

He’s a professional competent moron!

And I enjoy his use in the narrative.

I can’t believe he wants to inherent a scorched earth though, come on Regal open your eyes

Lady Patience

Oh sweet Lady Patience

She is a great character

Her ability to be perceptive and subtle is better than Chade’s or Fitz’s or anyone elses but at the same time she is off the mark more often than not

which is such a great contrast for a character to have, love her to bits.

I really hope she is in the next book a lot more - oh and Lacy! I love Lacy. She looks like Jasminka Antonenko in my head.

Chade

What’s fascinating is I spent the book waiting for Chade to betray Fitz.

The idea of the Pox Man being an omen withing the narrative struck too deep for me, a over analytical reader.

I wasn’t actively reading thinking to myself “He’s going to betray him! He’s going to do it!”

Naw

But a little subconscious nagging, a little pause before continuing his scenes perceived and followed Chade around my experience reading.

I believe the often reiterated Pox Man myth in this book is meant to coincide with Chade’s appearance, that the Pox Man hovers above disaster and implies doom but Chade is true and loyal; a debunking of the world’s superstition for the reader.

Chade is still mysterious and I think he’ll always put me on edge a little bit but I’ve grown fond of him.

King Shrewd

A shady mofo up until the very end.

Shrewd plotted like how I play chess; badly.

He sat on his tools for to long, he didn’t take risks or defended peices - in a lot of ways he seemed to be a lot like Royal to be completely honest, just fortunate enough to be the actual king.

If he weren’t king though...

That might be a bit unfair, Shrewd was a bit vague for me.

Kettricken

I’m frustrated on Kettriken’s behalf

Her strength is unfathomable to me

She needs to be allowed to loose her shit

I’m stressed out for her, I’m frustrated for her, she is so quick and smart and talented and is just wasted within her situation and the way things work in the keep and society and ugghghghgh

Be safe my Queen!

The Fool

What a precious little bean

Confounding and irritating at times but a soft soul trying their best

I won’t allow anything to happen to them

Still kind of annoyed with them on occasion though

You may notice I am using gender neutral pronouns because I think we’ve been given enough clues that the Fool is outside of Fitz’s understand of many things including the constant use of “him”.

Very interested in that but I doubt it will be a focus in this next book if ever

In the mean time though I hope the Fool is with Kettricken or somewhere safe. I hope they become more coherent and consistent for their own sake and maybe start to do and act for themselves instead of exclusively for others.

Molly

You go do you baby, don’t look back

Get the fuck outta dodge

Don’t take this the wrong way but I hope I don’t see you again any time soon

I love you but you gotta move on, be the sane one, sever ties and float away

I believe in you

Kisses

xoxo

#realm of the elderlings #Farseer Trilogy #multiplayer notepad #fandom talks #year of book

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ravenbloodau · 6 years ago

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Long Lost (WIP)

My gaze fell upon his eyes and they glittered with the twilight stars. My heart was pounding as I stepped forward. I brushed my hair out of my face as he stepped forward. I swallowed hard, not daring to tear away my gaze to look around.. His hand met mine as our arms rose. He had no palms, but I didn't mind, oddly enough..

"Miss, you seem quite familiar," he remarked as his eyes started glowing with a powerful magical energy.. I put my finger over his lips, and he began to blush.. He suddenly smiled as I smiled.

"Do you remember me now?" I inquired quietly as my hand returned to my side.

"Yes," he remarked as his forehead touched mine.

Sparks flew from my fingertips as I began to step away. With the moon shining above, I ran to those who were calling me. The stranger called out to me as I took up my sword and sheild. I looked back to see the rain drenching him as it began to pour.

I would not see him again until many, many years later...

The twilight hours of the day mirrored that of one-thousand years ago as I wondered the concrete streets of town, it was raining and my clothing and hair was drenched. I was dancing as I walked, swaying to the song I was listening to on my headphones, not caring about those who passed me. Until I saw HIM, pass by, however..

It was the same monster I had met on the same night a millenia ago..

He paused just as I did, and I quickly fwipped my headphones off my ears, turning 'round on my heels.

He had already turned around, stunned silent as my gaze met his once again. My magic flared causing flowers to bloom under my feet, and birdsong filled the silent void.

"H-Hey," I stammered, silently letting my fingers pick away at my nails. He smiled as he walked up to me.

"It's been awhile, hasn't it?" His smoky voice startled me as his hands found their way into mine.

"Yeah," I lifted one of my hands to brush my hair out of my face.. His hand met mine and I froze, staring into his eyes..

"Thank you, for changing my life, Angel," He told me softly as he began to move closer to me..

"How did I-" his finger fell upon my lips to stop me from speaking.

"Do you remember me now?" He inquired as something droved a great pain into my side. I blinked as tears flooded my eyes..

"Wing," I squeaked as I collasped. The last thing I heard from him was a quiet whisper.. So faint, so delicate, yet almost hollow..

"I'm sorry, Angel."

I woke up to the sound of sweet, warm birdsong as I felt the steady beat of my own heart rise up and out of my chest..

Blades of grass ruffled under my fingertips as I sat up. The bright violet sky seemed to dance with stars as, on the horizon, three people appeared, walking towards me, calmly swaying with the warm spring breeze.

Was I dead? Was I alive? Was I even human anymore? Is this even Earth anymore?

"WING?!" My voice rose into an echoing cry as I felt my cheeks grow hot..

I winced as a dull throbbing sensation came from my side. I lifted my shirt carefully and found no wound, but instead an injection site, red and angry..

Wing had given me a sedative?

The three on the horizon heard my cry and came running, all with never-ending stares when they found me.

"A..White silken dress? Miss, who are you?" The eldest of the three men inquired, his hand outstretched to me.

"My name is Angel, who might you be?" I told him, and his sudden warm, open smile got me smiling.. I had taken his hand and as he helped me up, I realized that I WAS wearing a dress..

"I'm Luke, this is Sean, and to your right is William," The eldest informed me. I nodded as I brushed my hair behind my ear.. I felt my hands fiddling with each other, almost picking at my nails..

"Alright, can you tell me where we are?" I inquired and Luke's smile only grew.

"We're in the Twilight region of Galatea, it's otherwise known as the Artisan's Paradise, seeing as it has no central city," Luke mentioned the familiar names of the fictional world I had long since forgotten.

I looked to Sean, and the redhead seemed startled when I began to move towards him.

"So, I am home," I murmured as Sean stepped back. I let my expression soften as Sean suddenly realized something.

He quickly took out a photo of me from Earth, pointed to it and mouthed the words, "This is you, correct?"

I nodded and immediately he handed me the picture and rapidly started signing to the other two. Willam took my shoulder from behind, and his grip tightened as his eyes grew wide..

"Oh my light," William murmured as I looked over to him. Sean finished what he was saying and Luke's expression changed.. From warm and welcoming, to a jaw dropped and a wide eyed stare.

"Surprise?" I admitted weakly as William spun me around and stared me dead in the eye. His crimson eyes glittered with hues of violet as he stared into my eyes.. I shouldn't have made his stare so intense.

"Child, who is Wing?" William inquired his grip tightening, and his eyes narrowing..

"An old friend, and the one who sent me here," I told him meekly trying to move back and away..

"Angel..Wing.. Angel's Wings, like the palace?" Luke inquired and I blushed, remembering exactly what fantasies I had created in making that palace.. I even had a few concept peices floating around somewhere..

"Y-Yeah, exactly!" My voice cracked and I immediately felt like I shrunk as William's grip loosened on my shoulders. He started shaking as he stepped back. His eyes were watering as he completely let go of me, and that's when I realized. I covered my mouth as he looked away..

"I'm sorry," William murmured softly taking to his kin's side.

"Will, it's okay, I honestly don't mind," I told him reaching out to the worried assassin.

"Don't you? Those kinds of things...What you've faced. Isn't that why you created our world?" William inquired and I sighed.

"Yes, and no. William do you know why I made you the way you are?" I inquired and he looked to me, his eyebrows raised.

"N-no.." William replied as I pulled out my book and began reading from his character page.

"Not only a warrior of great valor, but also the victim of injustice, hatred, and bigotry. His temper has grown to show only kindness to the innoccent.. His name chose for the strength of which he has shown over the years. I find more and more of myself in him, yet he has grown to become his very own person, beyond any true archtype, stereotype or precendent to his creation.. This is William Star Xavier, not only a son, but a brother, akin to even I," I told him as I slammed the book shut. The three stood astonished as I carefully put the old, leather-bound sketchbook back into my bag.

"Yep, she's the author, but how did Sean get that polaroid photo of her?" William muttered and Sean pulled out a book out of his backpack and flipped to page 374, and my jaw dropped. The title of the chapter was "Angel's First Wingbeat" and the picture was the exact polariod he had handed me.

He mouthed the words again, "Because I wrote your story, and painted that picture for my novel.. You are my muse."

"Awww," I couldn't help it, I really couldn't.. This was so darn sweet! I had written Sean as an author with a renowned series, but I never thought it would be my story..

"Sucker," William chuckled and I shot him a quick, lethal glance. I smiled again as Sean put his book away..

"So, what next?" I inquired as I let my fingers run through my messy hair..

"Well need to head to the Harvest Realm to get to the Moonlight Realm, maybe there we can find another way for you to get home," Luke suggested..

"That's not a bad idea, but the fact she's so well-known might draw unwanted attention," William mentioned.

"Then we might need to create a disguise..." I looked over at Luke, his eyes suddenly beaming with creativity.

(End of WIP/ Chapter???)

#original story #wip #long lost #long fic

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sodo-mojo · 7 years ago

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A Winter’s Tale Part 1: Crossroads

Alcyine, a crossroads town that probably sums me up right now. I have been traveling for several days on my own for the first time. Never truly alone, as I always have my father’s training…

My swords shift on my back, almost always on cue whenever I think about my father. It’s been almost two weeks since I left home. Well, not my real home, but more like my parents. On my own for the first time! My father was weary of letting me go on my own, likely wanting to continue to sharpen me like his beloved swords. My father can get a little meticulous when he is focused on a task, and if he thinks that it’s not perfect he’ll keep working on it until it is. Days of relentless sword fighting with him towering over me, explaining how my enemy can take advantage of a foot slightly out of place. Surviving in the woods, figuring out what’s safe to eat, what’s not safe to eat, and how to not accidentally come across predators. It’s one of his quirks that my mother admires about him.

I look down at my dusty traveling cloak whenever I think of my mother. I often wonder how long she had it prepared for me. I guess since it is fairly plain that she made it after we left home. My father’s cloaks, while always practical, often had embellishments depending on who he was meeting with, where he was going, or sometimes his mood. It was one peice of his outfit he was allowed to customize. He often boasted about Mother’s abilities and said that it reminded him to come home, else he faced her wrath in the afterlife. Given her uncanny ability to always know when I was up to no good, I tend to believe him. But when I decided to set out on my own, she was adamant that I get out and stretch my wings, and when she handed me the cloak I guess it was like she knew that day would come. Father, of course, had me covered when it came to armor and weapons. Nothing too fancy, like his chain mail and stylized swords. Finely polished leather armor with our house sigil pressed above the left breast. Mother’s audible tsk as she quickly patched over it, well enough to hide from glances but they urged me to keep my cloak covering it as best as I could, a mixture of paranoia and concern. It seems even though my father did not want to let me go, he was prepared for it all the same.

They handed me a bag of supplies and let me be on my way, my father calling out reminders as I trekked into the horizon. I am eager to keep traveling, but the Festival of Summer calls to me. It was always an exciting time for me growing up, and even out here I know the celebration will be grand. Usually in my home there would be a huge fireworks display, though I do not know if Alcyine’s display will be nearly as big as I’m used to.

Alcyine’s denizens are running back and forth. Some are admiring the decorations, while others hustle to fulfill whatever task they are assigned. The mid-day sun was beaming high on this cloudless day as I meander through the city. I knew that there would be a market filled with merchants with good timing and cityfolk showing off their labors to travelers. I eventually follow a throng of people to the center of town, a fountain greeting all those in the town square. Of course, I scold myself, the stalls would be in the town center. The blacksmith is a thought, but with no heat in the forge means that they are probably more keen to sell what they have in stock. Probably nothing close to the grade of what I have, so I stop at the first stall that catches my eye. There are displays of embroidery at the stall, pillows and blankets with intricate stitchings. I lament my current predicament, and turn away from the stall. Many of these pieces would look nice in my room, only I don’t have one of those any more. The owner of the stall sees me consider her wares and calls out to me. She’s an older woman, with that hawk-like gaze that mothers have, always making sure that their children are staying out of trouble. I make small talk with her, feeling somewhat guilty for not seeing anything that immediately catches my eye. After our short conversation, the feeling of guilt is somewhat dispelled by her welcoming attitude and warm demeanor. However, I am quick to part ways with her to not take up too much of her time. With a deep sigh I trek to the other stalls. Nothing seems to stand out to me. I mean, the jewelry stall has many fine pieces, but I think the necklace my father got for me is the only jewelry I care to own right now. Traveling makes maintaining fine things like jewelry difficult. It might be a good idea to stock up on rations, but perishable fruits or sweets do not help right now, so I pass on those stalls. Maybe I might grab a sweet roll later to enjoy the fireworks, but for right now it’s not high on my priority list. Soon, my lack of enthusiasm for the wares on the other stalls leads me in a circle around the town square and back to the first stall that I came across.

The owner greets me warmly once again, the feeling of welcome washing over me once again. I look at her small wares and see a number of sigil patches. I know that the flimsy piece of cloth over the sigil on my armor is not going to fool anyone for long. “One day you’ll be able to wear it with pride.” My father’s words echoed in my mind, “But, until that day comes, try to find something worth fighting for.” Cantor’s sigil, a golden sun on a red background, was unsurprisingly on display. Probably an attempt to get tourists like me interested in a purchase. I admired the needlework, comparing it to what I remember my mother taught me to look for. This woman is no slouch, but I still think Mother’s stitchings were better. Next to it was a blue patch. It displayed a white dove grasping a black snake in its claws. I did not immediately recognize it, so I asked the stall owner. She tells me that it’s Alcyine’s sigil, based off the story of a snake who was attempting to climb a tree to get to some eggs at the top. Along the way the snake would lie to various animals about his intentions and climb further up. Nearing his goal, the snake came across a dove, and after a lengthy conversation, snared the snake and flew him back to the ground. I thank her for the story and buy the Alcyine patch, adding a few extra gold pieces in thanks for the story.

I turn and look around the plaza again. Even though the backsmith doesn’t have the forge on, maybe I dismissed them too easily? Though, I’m pretty tired after my journey, it would be good to sit and have a warm meal. There could also be another stall that I overlooked. Too many decisions leave me standing there for a few seconds considering my options. Movement over at the alehouse catches my eye and I notice a girl with red hair leaning up against the wall just outside. She looks into the alehouse but quickly turns away, and I notice her face turn a deep crimson underneath her freckles. Curious, I start walking towards her.

Her emerald eyes regard me as I approach, probably wondering a million different things as I close the gap between us. I take no time inviting her to have dinner with me, as well as attempting to find out what was the cause of her blush. She accepts my dinner invitation and walks in with me, but is somewhat dodgy on the blush question. As we enter the alehouse I scan around, looking for empty seats first, before looking for any seats. The alehouse is pretty full, no doubt plenty of people looking to enjoy some drinks and a nice meal before the fireworks truly begin.

There are a couple of large men at the bar, egging someone on. There is also a group of people gambling, but I note to myself that it’s difficult to gamble, rest, and stay inconspicuous with how loud some of the reactions to the dice rolling is getting.There is also a woman standing up against a wall with a large glaive. Pole weapons aren’t my favorite, but I do know that they require a lot of skill and training to wield effectively. She would probably make a good sparring partner. I notice that there are no open tables, but just as I’m about to suggest we sit next to a pair of gentlemen cloaked in shadows, a table conveniently and unexpectedly open up for us, and I lead my guest to the table. As I walk us to the table, I notice a man in the corner, and his face jogs my memory. He is unmistakably Cantorian, his face and clothes worn by travel. I know this man as Talion, because he was a noble trained by my father before being exiled by Cantor. He was always nice to me when I would watch him spar with Father, and I know that he was exiled because of his kind heart. I knew that Father praised him, and it did eventually lead us to leave Cantor ourselves, though the exact details aren’t known to me. I attempt to subtly turn away from him, not wanting to draw his attention to me. It has been a long time since he last saw me, and I hope that he doesn’t recognize me. A family friend would normally be a welcome sight, but I’m not going to take any chances. We sit down at a booth in between three men talking loudly and two men who appear to be actively watching the room. I note them as I sit down, and also notice Talion walk over from the corner and sit down at the table with the large group.

Before I can really become worried by him, we are approached by a waitress and I’m able to gather myself. The waitress sees the girl and scolds her for coming in to work on her day off. I learn her name is Isla, and I come to the defense of my new acquaintance, noting that I had invited her in for dinner. The waitress does not look amused, but accepts my order anyway. I attempt to get Isla to order something but she politely turns me down, even through insistence. I share my name with her, since hers was spoiled to me somewhat, while Talion introduces himself to the group he had just sat down with. I note that he is not attempting to hide his identity, maybe he thinks his exile is close to ending? He is quick to tell tales of his travels, and I feel bad for leaving silence hanging in the air between myself and Isla, though that thought is quickly chased away when a wall of odor hits me like a rampaging Cheg.

Shaking off the smell coming from the newcomer at Talion’s table, I turn my attention back to Isla and ask her about herself and the town. She tells me that she grew up in Alcyine but has few friends. We get interrupted by the waitress with my food, and I overhear a short conversation between a performer and one of the alehouse workers. It seems there will be a show soon, probably having to do with the festival. I take a sip of my drink as one of the shadowy gentlemen get out of their seat and slams a drink in front of a patron at the bar. The patron refuses the drink, but the shadowy gentleman is egging him on. Soon the bartender steps in to diffuse the situation, or at least delivering an ultimatum, and the shadowy gentleman returns to his seat. The performer takes center stage, quieting the alehouse. He begins to spin a tale I’ve heard a thousand times or so. The story of Summer and Winter. They battle fiercely, as a brother or sister would, and Summer emerges victorious. Yet the damage had been done, and our land was shut off from the world with big walls of ice. It’s a rousing enactment and applause erupts from everyone. With a bow and a flourish, the performer jumps off of the table and everyone returns to what they are doing. My food had cooled off so I dug in, even through the returning stench as apparently the smelly guy had left for a moment. I also watch one of the large men at the bar, who on closer inspection was completely bald, sulk off shortly after the song was finished. I guess there was someone who didn’t like the song. Talion continued spinning his own tails, though at this point they sounded like fisherman’s stories than things he had actually accomplished. His table was enamored though, and I certainly didn’t want to call him out on it. Isla returns the questions I asked her, and I try to tell her most of the truth. I tell her I’m from out of town and that I don’t have a township to call my own, not wanting to show my hand. I also tell her that my parents made me leave, though I didn’t have a say in the matter. Which I regret and attempt to cure the awkwardness by eating my food, a whole roasted chicken! As I’m fighting with a drumstick, the shadowy gentlemen get up from their seats and head up stairs. Talion comes to a natural pause and excuses himself, swiftly leaving as well. I breathe a small sigh of relief and dig further into my chicken. I slowly realise that my answers painted my parents in a negative light, which I didn’t want to do. Funny how tones and inflections can change simple meanings. I correct myself and explain that I was younger and still in their care, as if that wasn’t something that changed two weeks ago. Isla asked where I am from, but I told her I’d rather not say. Sensing another awkward pause, I did the only thing I could think of, eating more chicken. A loud explosion from outside alerted the alehouse, and most everyone ran outside. I knew it was the fireworks and that they could wait a second or two, but Isla’s face is drenched in concern. I told her that they were fireworks, in which she promptly asks if I’d like to go see them. An offer I couldn’t refuse! We head outside and push our way into the plaza to witness the display light up the sky. Someone in the crowd points to a fireball that seems particularly close. It arches overhead and slams into a nearby building.

Shouting fills the square as more fireballs rain down around us. What was once a casual joyful occasion is now a war zone. I remove my cloak and backpack, handing them to Isla who I tell to get to safety in the alehouse. She nods and gets up from the wall she was trying to hide herself on. Silently, I hope that a fireball doesn’t end up striking the building as I draw my swords with a flourish and begin to assemble a battle plan. The large, bald man who left after the performance emerges from the alehouse and asks who’s in charge. I go to claim leadership but stop myself, not wanting to draw too much attention to myself. My hesitation goes unnoticed as Cantori soldiers rush into the square, blocking the main roads out. I curse under my breath at the fact that my countrymen are behind this attack. Anger wells up inside me and I charge the closest group as an arrow goes whizzing by and nails a soldier in the groin. I smirk, my father would’ve prepared these men better.

The large bald man and I both sink our weapons into our foes, dispatching them quickly. The woman with the glave from earlier effortlessly dispatches her opponent and searches for more. I hear another arrow strike true, and one of the shadowy gentlemen come down from the second floor of the ale house to throw his daggers at a foe. The battlefield turns into a bunch of flashing steel and angushing screams as we slowly move through the Cantori line. However, the reinforcements are coming just as fast, and I call out to retreat back to the alehouse to give ourselves a more defensible position. I move between the building and the oncoming soldiers, readying to slash any who attempt to run past me. Everyone retreats back, but not before killing a few more soldiers to thin the onslaught.

#rp #gurps #fantasy #part 1

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abloomntime · 4 years ago

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A Bloom In Time Ch 12