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Fucked up day || Wandnat

Paring Wanda x Natasha x Reader

Summary || Wanda and Natasha got a little carried away this Friday the 13th, but they did it in the name of love hmm?

Warnings || smut ,, AFAB!reader (They/them pronouns) ,, dom!wanda ,, dom!GP!Natasha ,, sub!reader ,, cunnalingus ,, d!v sex ,, light bondage ,, murder mentions ,, dark!plot ideas ,, slight mommy!kink ,, (a little degrading, if you squint) ,, manipulation concepts

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Friday the 13th Was all a joke to you, a stupid day that everybody wanted to act absurd, especially this Friday the 13th as it was in October approaching Halloween, you on the other hand had decided to have a quiet evening, until the news came on.

Reporting that multiple suspicious murders have taken place in your nearby city, no idea who the suspected killer is and it seems that they were still loose.

Clearly that's a little unsettling as a serial killer on the loose nearby isn't the most comforting feeling, yet it must be a whole Nother Friday the 13th prank that has gone way too far.

Now around 8:30 at night long after the sun had set, the cold brisk of the fall evening had settled, in the kitchen y/n was preparing a late dinner, simple really cutting up a few vegetables for the dish just than their phone with off.

'Unknown caller ID' the name read thinking nothing of it y/n let it go to voice mail, yet moments after the number called again.

Curiosity, overpowered ignorance, with that y/n picked up their cell.

"Do you like scary movies?" A strange male sounding voice asked over the line, leaving y/n with a shiver.

"Umm not really, I don't watch them a lot" y/n replied not thinking to much about it as none of this seemed familiar.

"What a shame, I wanted to know what's your favorite scary movie?" The raspy voice asked and that's when it hit her, the movies with the stabbing, that's what the line was from.

"Haha very funny, trying to prank me with a line from a movie" y/n said clearly not impressed before hanging up, a huge horror movie mistake.

Then again it was just a joke, going on continuing, making their meal, the sound of the front door opening, caught them off guard.

"Hello? Can I help you?" Y/n voice shouted threw the house.

"Yes sure you can y/n." The same raspy voice from over the phone now was heard throughout their house.

"This isn't funny what is this a sick joke to you?!" Y/n shouted now finally a bit uneasy with the whole situation, especially because I had no idea who would come into their house.

Y/n felt something or should they say someone quickly grab them pulling them backwards, kicking and screaming to get loose yet someone in a ghost face mask also now stood in front of them.

"every good screen movie always has two killers" the ghost face in front said.

Y/n was manhandled into a chair tied down in merely seconds.

"See y/n all these killing tonight were for you, we did it for you." The ghostface behind y/n explained

"What do you mean you did this for me? You killed innocent people?!" Y/n shouted out now confused and disgusted.

A phone was pulled from the front ghostfaces pocket, showing y/n each person who was killed, each one in someway had a relationship to y/n and they knew it.

"Y-you kill my friends? W-why?" Managing to stutter out words, almost frozen in a form of shock.

"They weren't your friends, especially not him!" the first ghost face was clearly becoming impatient as they should the photo of y/n's boyfriends slashed body, causing y/n to gasp, a few tears falling down their face.

"You're sick!"

"We aren't sick, we are protecting you, he would've just hurt you honey, we will protect you" at that point the slasher in front took off their mask, revealing themself

"Natasha?" Y/n gasped seeing the fiery redhead under the mask

"W-who's that-" now asking referring to the other masked murderer confused if one of them was Natasha, then who could the other one be?

Removing the mask, a shimmering Burnett was revealed

"Wanda? Why? Why me? Are you both going to kill me now?" They asked the two once masked murders who giggled in response to said question.

"Of course not silly, we did it all to save you, we wouldn't want to hurt you dear" Wanda spoke softly her knife touching y/n face gently.

"S-so what exactly do you want with me" clearly y/n was still confused on why their friends caused all these killings when the only reasoning they gave y/n was they killed them was to 'save you'

Natasha took her turn moving closer so that she could grab y/n's jaw forcing them to look up at her.

"Y/n, Wanda and I want all of you детка. You are ours" Natasha spoke soft words in a harsh tone

"SO YOU KILLED A BUNCH OF PEOPLE, ARE YOU GUYS DUMB WHAT IF YOU GET CAUGHT?" Y/n shouted finding the whole situation absolutely absurd.

"Are you going to turn us in?" Natasha's face held the same signature smirk, each word was taunting to the person tied in the chair.

"No they wouldn't turn us in, they don't wanna lose us" Wanda joined in on the teasing, giving y/n a quick kiss

Y/n couldn't help but enjoy the kiss, as much as they didn't want to due to the circumstances, y/n did have a tiny crush on the two women.

"That's pathetic y/n, you didn't even pull away" Wanda laughed clearly y/n wanted them even after they killed, and tied them up, and both older women knew that would be the outcome, that's why they did it.

"Guys I- umm" y/n being flustered made Natasha laugh, now taking a kiss herself from the tied up y/n.

"It's okay to want us детка" Wanda spoke softly brushing some of y/n's loose hair out of their face.

"But I shouldn't-" quickly y/n's words were hushed by the two other women who wanted to ruin the innocent one who was tied to a chair.

Natasha was getting fed up with y/n going back and forth and finally took things into her own hands. Swiftly moving to kiss now down y/n's neck, making them gasp at the feeling.

"T-Tasha" y/n's words were breathy as the redhead kept kissing on them

"Darling it seems you're a little trapped, would you like us to stop?" Wanda asked softly yet she was serious, for being a bit crazy, she was still caring and didn't want to do anything to harm y/n. Natasha also pulled away for a moment looking up at y/n for their consent yet when y/n whined for them to keep going the knew it was free game.

Natasha moved back into sucking non y/n's neck while Wanda dropped to her knees between y/n's legs.

"Can mommy taste you honey?" The name caught y/n off guard yet they still nodded giving Wanda the go, now as the witch moved y/n's pants to the floor, along with their panties she almost went feral just at the site.

"Fuck" the one tied to the chair huffed out biting their lip as Wanda got to work, having fun working y/n up

"Look at you, all tied up for us" Natasha teased as Wanda was a bit busy.

Natasha moved to grope y/n's body even more, slowly bringing them over the edge.

"Let go for us моя ангел" the redhead coaxed them over the edge, forcing y/n into their first orgasm.

Wanda lifted her head to forcefully kiss y/n, making them taste themself on her cherry colored lips. As Wanda held the kids her hands moved behind the chair, untying y/n's arms, so that the Burnett could reposition the once tied up y/n, now pushing them onto all fours, Natasha stood behind, while Wanda moved to stand in front.

"Can we use you pretty one?" Wanda bent down asking softly, yet her words were far from innocent, yet with y/n's brain already being fuzzy they were quick to nod along.

Natasha undid her jeans, pulling out her dick, finding a way to line up with y/n's cunt, slowly sliding into them making y/n moan out loudly, which Wanda countered by forcing y/n's mouth onto her cunt, giving the Burnett pleasure each time y/n moaned, Tasha on the other hand was railing y/n from behind as her dick was covered now in y/n's slick juices, making it easier for her to move in and out, which was causing y/n to scream moving closer to their second climax's.

"F-fuck I-I'm close" y/n groaned out, making Natasha thrust harder, as she herself was rather close.

"Make mommy cum and you can cum y/n" Wanda ordered making y/n work even harder at eating out Wanda, focusing on her clit more than before until the women's legs were shaking as she let go her orgasm left, prominent on y/n's face.

"Go on дорогой let go" Wanda whispered as Natasha also let her seed fill y/n, which was the finally push, making y/n shake as she orgasmed loudly.

"You did so good baby" Natasha whispered pulling out slowly, still using her arms to help support y/n, as it was clear they couldn't stand on their own.

"So so good for us, but детка, we have got to get out of here" Wanda explained now lifting y/n, supporting their weight, as Natasha grabbed keys, they were ready to skip town due to the early nights activities but as well as taking y/n far far away from this fucked up town, on the fucked up day....

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joannaliceevans-fanficblog · 6 months ago

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Evermore: Part. 2: Chapter. Three

Hello everyone! I hope all is well with everyone and that everyone is having a good week so far. Work is work, and I love it!

2 Months Later

Andy pulled up to the base, flashed his ID to the guard, drove right through, and was still driving his best friend's truck. As he drove, he looked down and smiled.

When he came home from his morning run, he saw a note on the table indicating that you had made him coffee and packed lunch so he wouldn't have to grab food. Since living alone, he has been used to not cooking for himself and just eating out. He only knows how to cook instant noodles, Rice, and Eggs. Now that he’s back home, just having something like this made him happy, especially since it came from you.

Once Andy parked at his designated spot, he got out, grabbed his things, and headed into the law offices. Saluting some people on his way, he walked into the building and was greeted by his secretary. She stood up quickly, and before she could say anything, Andy opened the door and was greeted by a man sitting on the opposite side of his desk.

The man turned around, and Andy immediately recognized him. He turned back to his secretary and signaled that it was okay, and she closed the door.

“Major Navon, what brings you here?” Andy asked, taking a seat at his desk.

“Well, General Barber. I’m not quite sure.” Sam said, placing the thick concealed file in front of Andy. He frowned and glanced back at Sam.

“What’s this?” Andy asked. Sam sighed and wiped his face.

“Look, I know it’s been five years since your friend's death, but something came up, and I didn’t have a choice but to dig up his files.”

“What do you mean? Ari died in a Humvee accident.” Andy asked, knowing for sure that’s what happened.

“Just recently, more like a month ago, there’s been talk about that incident. So I asked one of the lawyers and the MPs.” Sam paused and leaned forward.

“Someone has been messing with the reports. Ari Levinson and part of the platoon in the car were murdered.” Sam said.

Andy stared at Sam for a moment, almost wanting to laugh. But Sam was serious, and he quickly dismissed that thought.

“Sam, I don’t. This can’t be true, Sam.” Andy said, trying to process the information.

“Okay, but we both know the explosion that happened, right?” Andy added.

“Yes, that is correct. The Humvee exploded, and the driver lost control. That’s what his files say.” Sam said as Andy opened the confidential documents.

Andy read through the files, and seeing Ari for the first time tore his heart away. Seeing the gruesome way he passed hurt him. Andy closed the file and looked over to Sam.

“I have to look this over with my team. I assume you want me to take this case?” Andy asked.

Sam sighed and crossed his legs over, “Yes, nobody wants to take it. They all assume it’s a complete accident, and there is concrete evidence. And knowing you and your reputation? You can get this done.”

Andy thought for a moment and leaned back into his chair. “Only on one condition.”

“Anything,” Sam responded.

Andy sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Y/N cannot l know about this until I get enough evidence.”

Sam sat up, and the same with Andy. Sam then held out his hand, and Andy took it.

“A deal. If you have any questions-“

“I got it, Sam. I'll have my team come as soon as possible,” Andy said.

And with that, Sam left. The moment the door closed, Andy sat down and leaned back into his chair. He sat there for a moment and then reached for his office phone.

Yes sir?

Hi Margie, I need you to gather the team and get them to Bedford as soon as possible.

Was there a reason, sir?

I have a high-profile case that is a high priority.

Okay, and was there anything else, sir?

Yes, give any case that I have to the Jr’s. I need my full attention on this one.

And with that, Andy hung up and went to work.

After a long day, Andy found himself driving home. You had called him earlier to say there was dinner at the house, and Jake was home, too. That put a sour taste in his mouth. He shouldn’t be jealous or upset. You deserve to be happy, but there is something about the man that he doesn’t like. By the time Andy had arrived, Jake’s car was in the driveway. Andy parked Ari’s truck next to Jake’s.

As he entered, he could hear conversation and soft responses from Chloe, and Andy sighed.

“Hey, Bug!” Andy called out, putting his bag down. The sound of the chair moving and little feet were heard.

“Uncle DeeDee!” Chloe yelled as she ran towards him, and he picked her up.

“Hi, Chloe. Did you have a good day?” Andy asked.

Chloe wiped her hair away from her face and smiled.

“We played in the park, and I did many pictures!” Chloe said with excitement.

“She indeed had a good day.” Andy heard that beautiful voice. He looked to the kitchen entranceway, only to see you and that bastard. Andy smiled and headed over to you.

Jake was about to shake his hand when he noticed the pin on his jacket. Jake raised his hand and gave him a salute.

“General,” Jake said. Andy gave a half smile and saluted him back. You rolled your eyes, and Chloe laughed.

“Anyway, Andy, you must be hungry. Have a seat, and I’ll make you a plate. It’s linguine and fettuccine Sauce, with a salad and bread.” You said, turning around and towards the kitchen. Andy placed Chloe down, and she ran to her seat, taking him with her. Once he was down at his seat, Jake sat before Andy. It was quiet for a moment.

“I hear that you and Y/N have been friends since she was five,” Jake said. Andy nodded. That is true, along with my best friend.”

Before Jake could respond, Chloe was by Andy’s side, tapping him on his arm. He looked to his side and saw she had a cold brown bottle.

“Uncle DeeDee, here’s your drink!” Chloe said.

Andy smiled and took the cold beverage from her. “Thank you!”

After dinner, Chloe was sitting on the couch watching TV, and your phone rang while you were cleaning the kitchen. Andy was in the bathroom, washing his hands. You looked all over the kitchen for it until you realized that it was in your bag.

“Jake, can you get my phone? It’s in my bag in the living room.” You said.

Jake nodded and headed to the living room. As he got to the table, Jake opened the bag, and a thick folder came out. Jake frowned and opened the file.

Ari Steven Levinson

Deceased

US ARMY CAPTAIN, 501st AIRBORNE DIVISION

Jake’s whole body drained of blood, and his body started shaking.

KILLED IN ACTION. A CAR EXPLODED IN FRONT OF HIS JEEP, CAUSING HIS DRIVER TO LOSE CONTROL AND SLAM INTO A BUILDING.

“That’s my bag.”

Jake heard and turned around to see Andy standing behind him. Andy showed no expression as he snatched the file from him and placed it back into his bag. Then Andy grabbed Y/N’s bag and shoved it against Jake’s chest. He looked at Andy and quickly went back to the kitchen. Andy placed the file into his bag and closed the clasp on it. Before he headed back into the kitchen, Jake walked past him, and you followed behind.

“Is there something wrong?” Andy heard Y/N, and Jake sighed.

“I got a random important call from my major. I don’t know what it is, but it seems urgent,” Jake said, and Andy turned slightly. He knew listening was rude, but he couldn’t help it. The way Jake acted, and his body language told him he was lying.

For as long as he’s been a lawyer and the fact he’s damn good at it, he knows when someone is lying. And Jake is one of them.

The front door opened and closed. Andy then turned around to see you stumped.

“What happened?” Andy asked, placing his hands into his pockets. You sighed and shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t know. He went to get my bag, and when he returned, Jake looked like he had seen a ghost,” you said.

Andy looked at you for a moment. “Are you worried? You look concerned.”

You sighed again and shook your head. Before Andy responded, Chloe came in and hugged her mom’s leg. The two of you knew that it was her bedtime. You then picked her up and placed her on your hip.

“Sleepy bug?” You asked.

Holding onto her Pua, she nodded and laid her head on your shoulder.

“Okay, say good night to Uncle DeeDee.” You said. Chloe lifted her head and held out her arms towards him. Andy then scooped her up and placed her onto his hip.

“Good night, Bug! Sleep tight and-“ Andy started.

“And no, let the scarwy monsters eat me!” Chloe said, giggling. Andy kissed her cheek and placed her down. Chloe ran to her mom and brought her upstairs.

“I’ll finish cleaning up here,” Andy said as he returned to the kitchen.

“I’ll meet you downstairs in a bit.” You said.

30 Minutes Later

Andy sat in the family room with two glasses of Sweet Pinot Grigio. He looked behind him to see you taking a seat next to him. You smiled while picking up the glass.

“Before we start the movie, tomorrow is Saturday, Andy. Do you have any plans?” You asked.

Andy knew why Saturdays were important. Even when he was deployed in Germany, you would video call him and spend a few moments with his best friend.

“I’m free. What time do you want to leave? I’ll drive. I was also thinking of spending the day there, too.” Andy said.

You smiled once more. “Oh, that’s a good idea. Let’s have a picnic at the beach, and Chloe wants me to teach her how to skate.”

Andy laughed as a memory came to him. “You remember when Ari tried to teach you?”

Your face started to blush, which made Andy laugh even more.

“Yeah, and that ended up being our first kiss.” You said.

#andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber x female reader #ari levinson x reader #andy barber x you #ari levinson angst

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racewinnerlandonorris · 4 months ago

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“checos pace was kind of, inline with what you’d usually expect rather than his recent form” hello 999 id like to report a murder

#george you didn’t have to do him like that #but i enjoyed it

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envysparkler · 11 months ago

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Hello, trick or treat! Thank you!

Still have no clue where this is going. Continued from part 4.

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Dick pushed himself as hard as he could, his bike zooming down the highway at as high a speed as it would go. His mind was whirring over everything he'd need, everything he'd have to do if Jason's whispered words were true.

"I didn't mean to." "I killed someone." "I didn't mean to."

Dick believed him. On both counts.

He'd turned off his access to Oracle, determined to complete the trip under a blackout. He had no idea what--who he'd find. It hadn't been Hood that had called him, it was Jason, so he was a civilian. Even as a civilian, Jason could handle himself just fine, so for there to have been a threat great enough that Jason had ended up resorting to murder...

It was Halloween. It wasn't impossible.

Clown. Dick couldn't swear he'd heard it, but if it was true--if Jason was telling the truth--

Dick gritted his teeth. As much as he'd like to gun the throttle, the turn off to Gotham was coming up and he couldn't be of much help to his little brother as a smear on the side of the road. Impatience and worry battled as he was forced to lower speeds while driving through the city proper, heading straight for Jason's apartment.

He saw the flashing lights before he got there. A whole swarm of them, plus SWAT teams in riot gear. Crying children, several still dressed in costume.

Dick stashed his bike in a nearby alley and took to the rooftops. It looked like half a precinct was filtering in and out of the building, wearing looks of shock. He even caught sight of Commissioner Gordon, looking wearier than normal as he listened to a report.

Oh, Little Wing, Dick thought, heart aching, what happened?

There was no way to get inside the building without being seen, so Dick didn't bother. The first cop to spot him jumped and let out a little shriek and Dick immediately found himself the target of several weapons.

Dick slowly raised his arms. This was trigger happy, even for the GCPD. "I come in peace," Dick said lightly, fingers wrapped around a flashbang as he idly scanned the stairwell for cover.

The cops exhaled and lowered their weapons. "Good, you're here," one of them said, surprise turning swiftly to annoyance. "The Commish's been trying to get ahold of one of you for a good fifteen minutes."

That was strange. As far as Dick was aware, the Bats should still be on patrol. He was tempted to reopen his line to Oracle. "What happened?" he asked, antsy and disliking it.

The cop maneuvered him through the mess of people--most of whom seemed to be gawking rather than doing anything else, several whispering excitedly to their companions. Dick saw more looks of dark relief and celebration than the horror and grief he was expecting.

"Well," the cop led him straight to Jason's apartment door, swung open into a well-lit apartment that the cops were crawling through. Dick was so preoccupied staring at the apartment, heart stuck in his throat, that it took him a moment to spot the dead body.

It was faceup, most of its face obliterated by what looked like a gunshot to the head, but what looked like clown makeup underneath it. Purple suit. Green hair.

On any other day of the year, Dick would be 100% sure who the dead body was. On Halloween?

"We got the lab techs on rush job to ID the body, but we figured you guys would want a look at it too," the cop explained. There was crime scene tape set up but it kept being jostled as people came up for a look.

"And the apartment?" Dick asked, keeping his voice even from sheer force of will.

"Abandoned," the cop shrugged. "No gun, and no one there. They're trying to dig up the records to figure out who lives there."

Dick had to close his eyes.

Oh, Little Wing, what happened?

#envy answers #trick or treat #joker halloween

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maggotsandroaches · 5 months ago

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i haven't done this in forever

okay so hello! this will be important but i'll try to keep it short!

hello! my name is aries if you couldn't already tell by the blog name. i write stories and fanfictions! i used to do this in high school all the time and used to have a page with anime content. however i grew out of that phase and have come to like people who are very much real. the boys! so id like to clear up some things about my content before i even post anything because i have had issues in the past.

i do not practice, support or condone any of the dangerous or illegal content that presents itself in my writing. this may include things such as stalking, cheating, bullying, murder, drugs, assault (sexual or physical), abuse, blackmail, and trafficking. my content is mature and i give proper warnings beforehand. if you dont think something is right for you, i will give you something more enjoyable. youll just have to let me know! this is all fictional.

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it might taken me a while to get some things out a lot of the time. i like the take my time on my work and give it proper quality. i also have a busy personal life between my job and trying to get back into college as well as trying to keep myself mentally sane! so i apologize in advance if you see my work, enjoy it, and it takes me forever to respond or reply. i do see the ask, i do see the comments, i do see the other notes, i promise! just give me some time to get it to you please!

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lithiag · 10 months ago

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Drawn together - part 3 (Derek Morgan fanfiction)

Hello, it's been a while.

I'm trying to write a bit more, but it's been rough lately. I'm hoping to write more the the next few weeks, so hopefully I'll be able to upload more.

For now, here is part 3 of my Derek Fanfic.

Word count: 4.25K

CW: there is smut. Apart from that, regular CM murders. Let me know if i missed anything

Hope you enjoy

Melony read through the file one more time while the others got settled in their seats on the jet. This was going to be a rough one. They were called in to help on a case in Arizona, where an Unsub had abducted and murdered four boys between the ages of 3 and 5 years old in the span of a month. Always boys with dark brown hair, all Caucasian. Two boys were abducted on the same day, both from a playground they were at with their mother or babysitter, with about 30 minutes between the abductions.

“Let’s get started,” Hotch said once they were up in the air. Everyone gathered together and they set up a connection with Garcia through a laptop, “So, we have four little boys, ages 3-5 dead in Tucson, Arizona.” Hotch started.

“This unsub seems to have a type; they all have similar features and backgrounds.” JJ said, “Are we thinking paedophile?”

“Not very likely,” Spencer flicked through the file to the autopsy reports, “There was no sign of sexual assault. Though, it could be possible the UnSub uses these boys in a different way to satisfy his sexual urges and is still a paedophile. It would be unusual, but not impossible.”

“Either way, we need to stop this guy before he takes and kills more. The police are getting nervous, as it has been a week since the last abductions.” Gideon sighed.

“Why haven’t they called us sooner? Why did they wait a week before contacting us?” Melony asked, “Wouldn’t it have made more sense to call us right away?”

“It would have,” Hotch said, “But unfortunately, I know the person in charge of the investigation, and he is quite proud and arrogant. He probably thought he could solve this case on his own. He can become a nuisance to our investigation.”

They all nodded in understanding.

“Once we land, I want Morgan and Reid to check out the place the last two boys were found. JJ, Pearson, go talk to some of the families. Garcia, see if you can find anything about these families that would make them a target. The rest of us will set up at the station.” Hotch ordered and they got ready to go.

~*~

Melony rang the doorbell of the house Hotch had sent her to.

A young woman opened and let them in when they showed her their IDs.

“Is there anyone you can think of who would want to hurt your son?” JJ asked the young mother once they sat on the couch with a bit to drink. The mother wiped away a few tears and shook her head,

“No. We moved here only a few months ago. We needed a fresh start.”

“Can I ask why you decided to move?” JJ said carefully.

“My, ehm, my ex-husband. He was drinking a lot after Jaime was born. After almost two years of trying to help him, I had had enough. I moved back in with my parents for a while, then we saw this house, and my boss was willing to transfer me here. The divorce isn’t final yet, but close.” The mother explained. She kept moving her teacup around in her hands for warmth, even though the tea had long gotten cold.

“Could it be possible he came to find you?”

She shook her head, “No. He was so deep in his drinking problems that he barely realised we had even left. Last I heard his parents forced him into rehab after he drank himself into the hospital. He can’t leave the facility, let alone the state.”

“How about his family? How did they react to the divorce?” Melony asked.

“Most of them supported me. They weren’t thrilled of course, but they understood and tried to help me where they could. Only his brother told me I was abandoning him in a rough time, that I should have stayed and helped him, I shouldn’t have taken his child away, things like that.”

Melony nodded in understanding and gave JJ a little look. JJ returned in and excused herself before leaving the room to make some calls.

“Did your ex have custody? Or maybe a family member?”

The mom shook her head, “No. I filed for emergency custody and got it. Legally, I had sole custody. I did have an arrangement with his parents where they could visit Jaime and they had him over for a couple of days once every two months. They knew that was a privilege and they would never have allowed my ex or my brother-in-law near him, they knew they could be a threat.” She explained and frowned slightly, “What does this have to do with my son’s killer?”

“We have to look at all the options.” Melony explained, “The more we know about the background of the victims, the more we can establish a profile. If the other families have similar backgrounds, for example, it could tell us something about why the killer went after you, and it could help us find him.”

The mother nodded.

“Is there anything suspicious you noticed before your son was taken? Perhaps someone following you or watching you. Anything at all?” Melony asked. The mom thought about it for a bit, then she looked up at Melony,

“I did notice a man lurking around the playground. I told the police, but they dismissed it at the time. They said I was making things up to process my grief.” She said and looked down for a few seconds, “I know I really saw him. He gave me the creeps at the time, and when he tried to talk to Jaime, I picked him up and left.” She looked back at Melony, desperation in her eyes, “I’m not crazy.” She said, silently begging for Melony to believe her.

“Perhaps he had something to do with it. Can you describe him?” Melony asked and she pulled out her sketchbook and a pencil. The mother nodded, and Melony drew what she described; a tall man with gangly features. A slim, slightly fallen in face, brown eyes and dirty blond hair under a cap. He had some heavy stubble and a slightly crooked nose. Once the woman stopped describing him, Melony showed her the sketch she made, and the woman confirmed that was what he looked like.

Melony thanked her for her time, gave her her card in case she needed anything and wished her the best before she and JJ left the house and went to the next family. Each family had a similar story to tell, a mother had left her husband and moved to Tuscon for a fresh start. Some already lived in the area, some came from a different state. When asked about a man lurking around the playground, all mothers confirmed they also saw someone, and either gave descriptions that lead to the same sketch Melony already made, or straight up confirmed that was the man they saw as well.

~*~

After having visited all the families, they went to the station to tell the others what they found.

Reid had worked on a geographical profile based on where the victims were abducted and where the bodies were found.

“Any luck?” Derek asked Melony when they came in.

“Yes, we have a sketch that all the families recognized, so that is probably worth something. You?”

“There wasn’t much that was useful. There were some signs of remorse, the unsub had put them there gently. And based on the locations and how he must have gotten there, it is probably someone who’s a loner and lives somewhere outside of town.” Derek said and looked over at the board Spencer was working on, “Reid said he wanted to know quite precisely when the kids were abducted so he could establish a more detailed geographical profile. He is now working on possible routes he could have taken between two abductions.”

Melony nodded and walked over to Spencer, “Hey, did you find anything useful?”

Spencer turned to her, “I have. Based on where the kids were abducted and the amount of time between abductions, I have come up with a few possible routes he could have taken to go from one sight to the other,” He explained and pointed out where he drew out possible routes, “The abductions took place around busier times, and with the routes he could have taken it does seem like he was in a hurry, so it could be worth looking into speeding tickets in this area. We are most likely looking for a van or bigger car that wouldn’t stand out to the general public, think muted or dark colours.” He looked at the rest of the team and the cops who had also started listening in, and one of the cops said he would take a look before walking away.

Hotch came to the team and told JJ they would be holding a press conference soon, as the press was bombarding them with questions wherever they went. JJ went to prepare and also took one of Melony’s sketches to show the general public and warn them about.

~*~

Soon after the press conference, calls with tips were coming in by the dozen. A lot of calls were from concerned citizens who wanted to know more about the investigation, who the man in the drawing was and where they could find him. The officers taking the calls did their best to explain the situation to the callers and wade through the useless calls to get to people with actual useful information, but it took a long time.

After a few hours one of the officers went to Melony,

“Hey, are you sure about that sketch?” He asked with a slightly raised brow. Melony frowned,

“Quite sure, yes. Why?” She asked him, now getting a little insecure.

“I got like a dozen calls from people telling me they saw him somewhere, but a number of them said he had a scar.

"Oh? What type of scar?" Melony grabbed a copy of the sketch and a pencil, "did they describe it to you?"

“Yeah,” The officer said, “Most said it was like a claw mark on his right cheek.”

Melony flipped the page her sketch was on to the other side, so she had a blank piece of paper, “Did you write down the names and addresses of the people who gave these tips? I would like to talk to them.”

“A few wanted to remain anonymous, but I do have two who were willing to talk to the police if necessary.” The cop said and gave her the information.

~*~

After talking to the people who gave the tips, and making some new sketches, Melony revisited some of the families of the victims to talk to them a bit more about the man’s appearance, his behaviour and other things they might not have thought about at first.

After hours of talking, sketching, driving, talking, and more sketching she went to the hotel the team was staying at. After the second time she talked to everyone, something felt off. During dinner with the others, she couldn’t focus on the conversations or her food, and she decided to go to bed a bit earlier than usual. Maybe a good night’s sleep would help her take her mind off things and help her take a fresh look in the morning.

She took a hot shower and crawled in bed but couldn’t fall asleep. She kept going over everything in her head and she tried to find out what she was missing.

After hours of tossing and turning, she gave up on sleeping and got up, turned her light on and grabbed her notes and sketches. She looked over her sketches again and thought back to how the unsub was described to her. Something felt off. She wrote down all the things people told her about his appearance.

After she listed everything, she started putting them in different categories. Eyes, mouth, neck, skin. Per what family gave the descriptions, even per person, then one big list with all of them together. She looked it over a couple of times but couldn't figure out what was bugging her.

Then there was a knock on her door.

"Come in" Melony said. The door opened and Derek came in,

"Hey, i noticed your light was still on. Can't sleep?" He asked and closed the door behind him, then walked towards her.

"Not really. I don't know what, but something is bugging me about the description. I have looked it over a bunch of times, i have redrawn sketches, but it just doesn't feel right." Melony looked down at her list and her sketches.

“What’s wrong?” Derek asked and he sat down next to her on the bed. He looked down at all the papers Melony had laid out on the bed, trying to see where her mind was at.

“I don’t know for sure. Something just feels off. Things people have described to me don’t really match, but they aren’t really opposites either.” Melony said and held her face in her hands, “I want to take a fresh look in the morning, but I just can’t get myself to stop working on this.”

"Can i help with anything?" Derek asked. He took another look at the papers she had laid out but couldn't find anything useful to say. He noticed what she mentioned when he took a look at the lists, but like her, he couldn’t find the missing piece.

"I don't know. I know I should probably just sleep on it, have a look in the morning when I'm more rested, but I just can’t." Melony rubbed her face slightly before putting all the papers in her sketchbook and putting it on her nightstand.

"Perhaps. Do you need a distraction?" Derek asked with a little grin and rubbed her arm softly, “I think I can help you with that.” Melony smiled a little bit,

"So you came here with an ulterior motive?" She asked teasingly

"Maybe, sort of. I went for a walk to try and clear my head. It didn't help. I also feel like something's off, like we are missing something. When I walked back to my room, I noticed your lights were still on, so I thought maybe a different kind of distraction could work." Derek said and grinned at her.

"You are the worst" Melony teased him,

"Oh, I know." Derek said before pulling her into a kiss. Melony wrapped her arms him and held him close. Derek pulled her close, slightly picked her up and lay her down on the bed so he could lay on top of her. Melony grinned at him,

“I like it when you take control like that.” She said softly, and Derek grinned,

“Oh, do you want me to take controle?” He asked and he grabbed both her hands, then pinned them above her head, “Like this?” He said and kissed down her neck. Melony let out a soft pleasured sound alongside an ‘uh-huh’ before she wrapped her legs around his waist. Derek moved his lips back to hers and kissed her deeply before pulling back and looking at her face. He felt himself getting more turned on when she saw the lustful look in her eyes, and he leaned down to place a soft kiss just below her ear.

“I would love to draw this out,” He groaned, “But we should probably not risk getting caught.”

“I agree. I would rather have you take me quickly, than have you take your time only to get caught.”

Derek kissed her again and let go of her hands, which she wrapped around his neck almost instantly. Derek deepened the kiss and moved a hand down her sides to the hem of her shirt,

"Did you wear this for easy access?" He asked lowly, commenting on her only wearing a tank top and panties. Melony just gave him a grin and kissed him again. Derek pulled up her shirt slightly, then moved his hand back down her body to her panties, he moved the fabric to the side and started to rub her clit. Melony bit her lip to keep herself from moaning out. She moved a hand down his body to his pants. She pushed both his pyjama pants and his underwear down enough to pull out his cock and she started rubbing him up and down. Derek let out a pleasured sigh and softly groaned as she moved her hand. He moved his hand further between her legs and pushed two fingers inside her,

"You are already so wet for me, baby." He softly said in her ear, to which she only replied with a soft moan. He kissed her right below her ear and worked his way down her neck, but Melony stopped him,

"Don't bother. I want you. We don't have much time." She said. She was right, this wasn't the time to take things slow. Derek just got caught up in the moment and wanted to make her feel good.

Derek shortly pulled back so he could put on some protection, but he was back on her in moments. He moved in between her legs and rubbed her a little more as he positioned himself,

"Hhmm, I love feeling how wet you are for me, baby." Derek commented. He used some of her juices to coat his cock before he pushed the tip into her. They both let out a moan, but did their best to not make too much noise. The walls were fairly thin, and they didn't want anyone to hear them. Derek pushed in further and Melony wrapped her legs around him. As he started thrusting into her, both of them had trouble holding back their moans. Melony pulled him into a kiss, hoping that moaning against each other would help with staying as quiet as possible. Derek moved one hand under her shirt to her breast. He found her nipple and pinched it between his fingers. Melony bit her lip and let out a little high-pitched squeal in her attempt to stay quiet. Derek grinned and thrusted faster and a bit harder. Hearing her moans so close to his ears and feeling her moan against his lips got him closer to the edge fairly quickly. Melony roamed her hands across his body. She slightly pulled up his shirt to feel his abs tense and relax as he thrusted into her. She spread her legs as wide as she could to make it easier for him to push in deeper, and each time he did she let out another moan. She felt the knot inside her tighten with each movement, and she kissed him to silence her moans as she got close,

"Derek," she moaned softly against his lips

"Me too, baby" Derek groaned and with a few more thrusts he pushed into her as he climaxed. Melony pulled him closer by his waist as she climaxed at the same time. Derek thrusted a few more times to help her ride out her orgasm, and he grinned as he felt her move her hips with his to help him too. When he pulled out, they both let out a moan, missing each other already. Derek kissed her deeply, and Melony wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

~*~

"Mind cleared?" Melony asked as they cuddled in bed after cleaning up.

"Yeah, it helped a lot. Thanks, baby."

Melony smiled at him, "happy to help."

"How about you?"

"It did help to get distracted, but now that i have time to think again, it is coming back." Melony said with a little sigh.

"Can you show me what your’re struggling with? Maybe I can help enough so you can sleep." Derek said and he sat up. Melony followed his lead and she grabbed her book. She pulled out her lists and sketches and laid them out,

"Something doesn't make sense. I wrote down exactly what people described to me. I make one big list, i made lists per person we interviewed, i did it per feature. I made drawings based on everything these people told me. Some things just aren't adding up." Melony said, getting a little frustrated when she looked at the amount of paper she used and saw the amount of time that had gone into this.

Derek grabbed some of the lists and looked them over.

"It does sound like they didn't get a good look at him," he said when he read through a few lists, "a lot of the things they describe sound similar, but then there are some details that are off."

"Exactly. I guess they didn't get as good a look as they thought," Melony rubbed her face a bit, trying to stay awake.

"I mean, dirty blond of brown hair could be mixed up. But how could one guy both have a scar, and not have one. Some of them must be misremembering." Derek said with a little sigh.

"Wait.... what did you say?" Melony asked as she started piecing some things together,

"They must have misremembered things"

"No, before that."

"How can one guy have a scar and not have one?" Derek said. Melony looked at him and her eyes went big,

"There's two of them," She said softly. Derek thought it over,

"You're right," He said once it clicked for him too.

"Based on the timelines that we have, two kids are always picked up shortly after one another. With traffic and everything considered, we said it was possible for the unsub to do this. But he would have to be very quick." Melony said,

"Which wouldn't fit the profile,” Derek continued her thought process, “This guy hangs around playgrounds for hours. Why would he take his time with one kid, then rush to a different spot to quickly snatch another? It makes no sense," Derek continued, "Unless there is two of them. That would give them both time to hang around and pick a target."

"They probably planned it like this, leave some time in between so it would look like only one person did it. But how do they both use the same van?"

"They just have one person pick the other up, or even just the kid. That way one person takes the children-"

"And they have one person out and about where we can see him on cameras so he can give them an alibi." Melony smiled, "we need to tell Hotch."

"It's 3 am"

"I know, but this can't wait till morning." Melony said firmly, "People are off, they are going to bring their kids to playgrounds. If we get one unsub, we fall right into their trap if we let our guard down. They want us to think there is one. If one is caught, the other will just change his MO a bit and continue somewhere else. We need to catch both of them."

Derek sighed, "You're right. Let's go."

They got out of bed and quickly put on some more clothes. Melony grabbed her lists and sketches and they walked to Hotchner's room. Derek knocked on the door. There was no answer for a bit, so he knocked a little louder.

The door flung open, and a sleepy yet annoyed Hotch looked at them,

"This better be important."

"There's two UnSubs." Melony said. Hotch looked at her, quite confused and very sleepy,

"What?"

"The descriptions didn't make sense. Some described features others were adamant weren't there." Melony started to explain, "And the second kid was always abducted very soon after the first one. It is possible for one person to do so, but it doesn't fit the profile of someone who hangs around the playground for hours."

"But then," Hotch yawned, "then how do they do it with one car?"

"The first could pick the second up. Or they use two vans with the same plates." Derek said.

"So, you think they have similar enough features to trick people into thinking there is only one person doing this?"

"Yes. Some families said the UnSub has a scar. It is probably small enough for us to either dismiss those who have seen it as it being made up, or dismiss those who haven't seen it as not having seen enough of the face." Melony said.

"So they must be brothers"

"Yes, perhaps twins"

Hotch rubbed his face as he thought about what to do, slowly waking up a bit,

"Alright. That would make sense with the profile. We established he is a loner, but working with your brother or twin could still work with that. Ehm," Hotch yawned again, "send Garcia your findings and let her send us a list of brothers, preferably twins, that live around here to us first thing in the morning. I will notify the others then as well. We will discuss a further strategy in the morning. Get some sleep." He said. He closed the door, but then opened it up shortly and mumbled a sleepy "good work" towards them before closing the door again and going back to bed.

Melony smiled a bit at Derek,

"That went better than I expected." She said and they made their way down the hall towards their own rooms.

"Yeah. But Hotch is right, we need to get some sleep."

"Okay. I'll see you in the morning" Melony said, looked around to see if there was anyone around, then gave him a quick kiss,

"Good night" she said and went into her room.

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Yoongi POV

Swinging the bottle to my mouth, the alcohol burns my throat as I swallow

I don't care

Nothing can make me care anymore

My phone rings

Looking at the screen, I see it's Namjoon calling me

Probably asking where I am again

I know I'm needed for practice and writing lyrics but like I said I don't care.

I haven't cared for almost a year

Not since she died

Sorry, I mean tortured, raped and murdered

I still remember what that motherfucker said in court

How she called for me

How my name was the last thing she said

I almost killed him

If the guards let me go, I would of killed him and the rest of the fuckers who hurt her

But instead the love of my life is gone

In one fucking second

It's all my fault

I shouldn't have let her leave after we fought

I shouldn't have fought with her in the first place

She was just concerned about me as usual

She hated when I locked myself in my studio, not sleeping or eating or coming home to her

She constantly worried about me

She sent me food, asked me to come home to sleep, telling me she's scared I'm going to get sick

And I blew up in her face

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"You're such a cunt. Get off my fucking back Joanne. I'm not doing this for fun. I'm doing this for us, to take care of you. Stop complaining", I shout

"I didn't ask you to do this Yoongi. You wanted to be an idol remember? And it's not like I'm asking you to fuck around, I'm asking you to come home. To sleep at home.", She shouts back, tears falling

"Just fucking get out. I'm not coming home. I don't want to be there with you. Not when you're acting like such a bitch. I can't stand you like this"

"Fine Yoongi. But don't come crying to me apologizing later. I don't want to hear it"

"Don't worry, I fucking won't"

She turned and walked to the door of my studio, opened it, then stopped

"I love you Yoongi. Just...come home soon", she says quietly, then she's gone

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These fucking memories haunt me everyday

I just let her leave

I didn't tell her I loved her

I didn't kiss her

I didn't say goodbye

That was the last time I saw her

And I didn't know anything happened until two days later

Tears start falling as I remember

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I went home two days later and she wasn't there

I was worried but I didn't panic yet

But she never came home

I filed a police report and they went to look for her

I looked everywhere for her

The guys helped me too

I looked for two weeks, until the cops came to our apartment

To tell me they found her body

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"Hello, Mr. Min. Can we come inside?"

I nodded and let them in

"Did you find her?", I asked

"Uh yes"

"You did? Where is she?", I asked feeling relieved

I was so stupid

"That's the thing Mr. Min. We found her but....", he trailed off

"But what?"

The other cop sighs, "We found her body"

"Wait what?", I asked, not comprehending

"I'm sorry Mr. Min, but Joanne is dead"

"What? No she's not. What kind of sick joke is this?", I yelled, panicking

I thought it couldn't be true

Now way it was Joanne they found

No, she was still alive

"We uh found her in one of the parks by the Han river. She was hidden- that's why we couldn't find her immediately. That's why it took so long "

"No she's not dead"

I refused to believe it until they took me to the morgue to ID her body

When they pulled that fucking sheet off of her head, my world ended

I didn't even realize I started screaming

I remember holding her hand and it was fucking ice cold

I remember crying hysterically, hugging her

I remember the guys showing up and having to pull me away from her

Her funeral was the worst day of my life

So many people saying they're sorry but it doesn't mean anything

It doesn't bring her back

I lost it when they put her in the ground

I don't remember some of that day

The guys told me that I wanted to go in her grave with her and they had to hold me back

That I was crying so hard, I couldn't breathe

That I was screaming so loudly, just saying I wanted to be with her

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I shake the thoughts from my head

I can't think about this or I'm gonna fall apart again

The pain is getting too much again

Reaching in my pocket, I take out the white powder

My dealer told me this was stronger than the heroin I was using before

I can't handle these emotions, missing her, knowing what happened to her

I started drinking- all the time

I'm never sober- not for interviews, performances or concerts

At first it was enough

But when my body adapted to the alcohol, I needed something stronger

I tried all kind of drugs- cocaine, meth, acid, whatever I could get

But nothing really worked until I tried heroin

Mixing the white powder with water, I carefully draw it in the syringe

I tried the other ways to take heroin- snorting it, smoking it but injecting it gives me an instant high

And the high is different from the other drugs

It calms me, sedates me so I don't think.

I'm hovering right between sleep and being awake

And the best thing, the thing that makes me keep doing heroin, is that when I'm high, I see her again

She comes to me and I can be with her

I'm not an idiot, I know I'm hallucinating, but it's the only way I can see her

And I want to

I miss her so much

She was everything to me, my world, my baby, my love

If I believed in soulmates, then without a doubt she was mine

I'll do anything to see her again, even if it's just in my mind

Taking the needle, I inject it in my vein

I push the plunger on the syringe, the heroin going straight into my bloodstream

I feel instant euphoria and calmness

Dropping the syringe, I wait for her to come

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"Yoongi", I hear her voice

The voice I miss so fucking much

"Jo?", I mumble

"Yoongi, what are you doing? Why are you doing this again?"

I open my eyes to her beautiful face

She looks at me with such concern in her eyes

She's kneeling in front of the chair I'm sitting in

In front of me, looking up at me

"I want to see you again baby. I miss you so much", I answer

I miss her

She looks just like she did before she died

This is how I want to remember her

As Joanne

Not a body

"This isn't the right way Yoongi. You're going to hurt yourself. I don't want you to get hurt", she says softly

She says the same thing everytime

She's dead and she's still worried about me

"I don't care jagi. I'll do anything to see you again"

"Yoongi", she says, reaching up and touching my cheek

"I miss you", I tell her

"I miss you Yoongi. So much baby. I wish I could still be here with you"

"You can. Just come back", I beg, tears pouring from my eyes, "Please Jo, please just come back to me."

"I want to Yoongi. So much. But I can't"

"Why?", I wail, "Why can't you come back? I need you"

"I...I don't know Yoongi, I just know I can't come back no matter how much I want to"

"Why did you leave me? Why baby? I can't live without you ", I cry

"I didn't want to leave Yoongi. I never wanted to leave you. I wanted to stay with you for the rest of my life. But it didn't work that way and I don't know why"

"I'm sorry for everything I said to you that night Jo. I didn't mean any of it. I love you so much. I'm sorry I didn't say it when you left. You told me you loved me and I didn't say it back"

"Yoongi, I know you love me. I knew then too. You didn't have to say it. I always knew.", she answers

"But you died jagi. You died and I didn't tell you I loved you", I cry harder

"Shhh baby don't cry. I'm here now, don't cry.", she says giving me a small smile

I nod and try to pull myself together

"Yoongi", she says after a few minutes, "Yoongi that day, I died knowing you loved me baby. So don't worry about that. I knew. You were my last thought baby and I died loving you more than anything in the world. I still do baby. I still love you so much"

I'm so happy she knew I loved her

"I love you Joanne. You're my everything."

She smiles at me, then leans in closer

She kisses me and I feel tears slide down my face

Jesus I miss her so fucking much

"Can you stay with me?", I ask

"Yes Yoongi. For a little while, I can stay"

I pull her to me, in my lap, my arms around her holding her tightly

She leans against my chest, her arms around me and I lean my head on hers

I feel complete with her here

Like the hole in my chest is finally filled

All I need is her

😼😼😼😼😼😼😼😼😼😼

"Yoongi, you have to be back here at 6 for the concert ok?", Namjoon presses

"Yeah ok, I got it", I answer

"Are you sure? Because last week you missed the performance even though you said you'll be back"

Yeah I know

But I was with Joanne again, so fuck the performance

The guys don't know about the heroin

They know I get drunk all the time

They tried to help me, tried to talk to me, tried to get me to see a psychiatrist but I refused.

I don't want help

I just want her

Nothing is going to help with that

And today is the worst day for me

Because it's one year that Joanne's been gone

And BigHit had to book a fucking concert today to start our new tour

Thank god it's in Seoul

I can still go see her at her grave

Then I'm getting high and being with her all night

I paid a lot extra to have my dealer supply me with enough to be high all night

I don't give a fuck about the concert or about BigHit

They knew today was going to be a year and they did it any way

And I'm furious at the guys

They're not coming to the cemetery today because of the concert

They're staying at the venue to practice and do the soundcheck performances

I flat out refused to do the soundcheck

Not today

I told them and the managers where I'll be

I guess once I said cemetery they backed off

I don't know why, they know I'm there all the time, as much as I can be

But the guys

They can't take five fucking minutes to come?

It's not even far away

They said they'll go tomorrow but that's not good enough

She didn't die on tomorrow's date, she died on today's

Today is what matters

And I don't understand because they loved Joanne

She was a close friend to all of them

But I guess she isn't important to them now that she's gone

Fuck them

Fuck everyone

I don't care

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"Hi baby", I say

Sitting on the grass in front of her grave, I just stare at the stone

"Joanne Russo. Loving girlfriend, daughter and friend"

Then are the dates and some bible quote

I hate looking at the dates

It reminds me she was 25 when she died

My age

Except I'm 26 now and she'll always be 25

I just got here a few minutes ago

I hate being here because it reminds me that she's gone

But I want to be here because she's here

The real Joanne

Not the hallucination

My baby

The one I wish I could hold, kiss and hug

The one I used to be able to really touch and be with and talk to

She's here

I'm not religious but I like to think she's somewhere happy, waiting for me

I feel tears streaming down my face

"I miss you Jo. I wish you were still here with me.", I choke out

Of course there's no answer

"Jagi why? Why did you have to go? Why? I can't live here without you. All I think about is you. All I want is you. I need you. I don't want to be alive without you", I cry harder

My life is complete shit without her

She's the only thing that ever made me happy

Since we were sixteen

Her smile, her laugh, her corny jokes, her love

It was all I needed

And now I feel like I'm dying

Everyday I'm dying without her

"Baby I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry I keep getting drunk and high. I know you'd be so angry at me but I can't stop baby. It lets me see you, even if it's all in my head. Even if the you I see is my verison on you. I wish it was really you but it can't be. Not yet. Not until I die and I'm with you again. And until that happens I need this. I'm sorry"

I'm such a fuck up but I'm not stopping

I can't

"I wish I could hold you Jo. Kiss you, make you laugh, hold your hand, look into your perfect eyes. See you're beautiful smile, you're beautiful face. Hear you say you love me. I miss your voice being snarky and sarcastic, loving and sweet. I just miss all of you and I don't know what to do. A year jagi and it hasn't gotten better. It's just gotten worse. How can I do this baby? How can I live without you when it hurts so much? I can't."

I spend two hours with her, sitting there and talking to her

And crying

At five I get up because the cemetery is closing

"Bye baby. I love you so much Joanne. I'll come back soon jagi"

I kiss my fingers and reach out, touching her headstone

"I love you"

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Using the key to open the door, I walk inside

I got a hotel room tonight

The guys and BigHit know where I live and I don't want them to come find me

It's a good hotel

I didn't want anything expensive because that's where they'll look first and I didn't want anywhere cheap because the rooms are nasty

I want to get high, not catch a disease

So I settled for the middle

I immediately take out the heroin and start mixing it

I'm not waiting today

I can't

The toll today has taken on me is enough

I shut my phone off while I grab the full syringe

Sitting on the bed, I slide the needle in and inject it

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"Hi baby", I say when I see her

She comes and sits on the bed next to me

"Hi Yoongi."

"Jagi I'm sorry-"

"It's ok this time Yoongi. I know what today is and how hard it must be for you. But you can't do this anymore. You're going to kill yourself"

"I don't care Joanne. If it means I get to be with you, I don't care"

"I do baby. You're only 30, you can't die so young", she argues

"You did"

"I didn't do it on purpose. I love you Yoongi but I don't want you to die"

"I know but I just need to see you"

I reach out for her and she comes into my arms

We spend the whole time togther, talking and laughing like we used to.

But deep down I know it's not her

I know I'm talking to myself, that I'm holding air

But I'm too high to keep a hold on that thought

After a few hours she starts to fade away

Not happening

"Hold on baby", I say, getting up

I stumble over to the rest of the powder, mixing all of it

I inject all of it, having to use two syringes

I'm aware that I might die but I couldn't care less

"Yoongi no what are you doing!", she cries,

I look at her and she comes right back into focus, not fading away anymore

"I'm ok", I say although I don't feel so ok

My heart is racing

I go back to her and sit on the bed

"Yoongi...are you ok?", she asks

"I uh, I don't know. But you're here. That's all that matters"

"No that's not all that matters Yoongi!", she says sounding scared

I'm having a hard time breathing

I can't get enough air

And I'm getting so sleepy

"Baby I think I need to lay down"

"Yoongi! Yoongi!", she shrieks while I lay down

"Jo, I uh...I"

"Yoongi you took too much!"

I know I did

My heart is beating so fast, it feeling likes it's going to burst out of my chest

I think I'm dying

On the day she died, a year later

And I'm surprisingly ok with it

It means I get to be with Joanne

The real Joanne

My love

Blackness is crawling close in my vision

I'm getting so litte air, I don't even know if I'm breathing

"I love you Joanne", I whisper

I give into the darkness and then nothing

😼😼😼😼😼😼😼😼😼😼

Alternate Yoongi ending

"Hi baby", I say when I see her

She comes and sits on the bed next to me

"Hi Yoongi."

"Jagi I'm sorry-"

"It's ok this time Yoongi. I know what today is and how hard it must be for you. But you can't do this anymore. You're going to kill yourself"

"I don't care Joanne. If it means I get to be with you, I don't care"

"I do baby. You're only 30, you can't die so young", she argues

"You did"

"I didn't do it on purpose. I love you Yoongi but I don't want you to die"

"I know but I just need to see you"

I reach out for her and she comes into my arms

We spend the whole time togther, talking and laughing like we used to.

But deep down I know it's not her

I know I'm talking to myself, that I'm holding air

But I'm too high to keep a hold on that thought

After a few hours she starts to fade away

Not happening

"Hold on baby", I say, getting up

I stumble over to the rest of the powder, mixing all of it

I inject all of it, having to use two syringes

I'm aware that I might die but I couldn't care less

"Yoongi no what are you doing!", she cries,

I look at her and she comes right back into focus, not fading away anymore

"I'm ok", I say although I don't feel so ok

My heart is racing

I go back to her and sit on the bed

"Yoongi...are you ok?", she asks

"I uh, I don't know. But you're here. That's all that matters"

"No that's not all that matters Yoongi!", she says sounding scared

I'm having a hard time breathing

I can't get enough air

And I'm getting so sleepy

"Baby I think I need to lay down"

"Yoongi! Yoongi!", she shrieks while I lay down

"Jo, I uh...I"

"Yoongi you took too much!"

I know I did

My heart is beating so fast, it feeling likes it's going to burst out of my chest

I think I'm dying

Joanne is leaning over me

She looks up, surprised, then back down at me

"She's here"

"What?", I get out

Who?

What is she taking about?

"She's here. She came to get you. The real Joanne. Not me."

"The what?"

It's so hard to stay awake

"Your Joanne is here. Not me, not the one you made up. The real Joanne. She's really here", she says

I squint trying to keep my eyes open

Joanne looks down at me as she starts to fade away

No!

I took more heroin so I can see her

So she can be the last thing I see before I die

And it's not working

"Yoongi"

I slowly turn my head to the side of the bed

Joanne is standing there, looking so sad

Wait what?

Isn't she hovering over me

I look back and I see her still over me but she's fading away more

What is going on?

"Yoongi. That's not me baby. That's the one you made up. I'm over here", she calls

I look at her again

"Jjjj....Jo?"

She gives me a sad smile and nods

"It's really you? I'm not hallucinating"

"No baby. You're not. Not this time. I'm really here"

"How? Why didn't you come to me before?", I ask sitting up and moving closer to her

For some reason I'm feeling a lot better

"I couldn't Yoongi. You were alive and I wasn't. But I was here with you, by your side. You just couldn't see me. But I was here."

She didn't leave me

She was with me the whole time

"I hear you talking to me when you're not high. I heard you at the cemetery today. I was sitting next to you, wishing I could hold you again, make you feel better. I answered you but you couldn't hear me"

I can't help it, I start to cry

She heard me and tried to answer

She never left me alone

But if she was with me....

Then she saw all the things I did

"Jo..."

"It's ok Yoongi. I know what happened, what you've been doing. I was right next to when you were getting high and talking to the made up version of me"

I only did that because I couldn't be with her

"Jo, I'm sorry-"

"It's ok Yoongi. I understand. I don't agree with it but I understand. I don't know what I would have done if I lost you. So I understand baby."

"Joanne, I miss you so much. I'm sorry we fought on that day. I didn't mean anything I said. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I loved you before I left."

"I miss you too Yoongi. I know you didn't mean it and I know you love me. I heard you say this to your version of me. And her answer is the same as mine", she says reaching out and touching my face

And this time I feel her

I actually feel her hand on my skin, her warm soft hand

Just like when she was alive

Not the nothingness of the Joanne I was getting high to see

She really real

And when I put my hand over hers, I feel her solidness, her fingers, the bones in her hand

I didn't feel anything like this when I was high

"You remember what she said? Or rather what you said?"

I nod

I do remember

"It's the exact same thing I would of said to you baby. So don't worry about that"

She's the best

She always was

I'm so happy she's here

But...why is she here

What's different now?"

"Jagi, uh, why are you here now? You said you couldn't be here but you are now", I ask, confused

Not that I'm complaining

"Because baby, now we're the same", she answers

We're the same?

What?

Then I realize what she means

Before she said she couldn't come because I was alive and she wasn't.

But now she's here which means...

"I'm dead?", I ask, looking around

Oh shit

I'm looking at myself laying on the bed

My....body?

It lools like me but it's not me

I'm here

It's not breathing, just laying there

I turn back to her

She nods slowly, "You took too much Yoongi. You...you overdosed. Your body stopped breathing and your heart stopped. You were already gone when you first looked at me and really saw me."

Huh

I don't feel anything about being dead

I actually feel happy

Because I can be with her now

Right?

"Uh so you're here.....for me?", I ask

She smiles, "Yeah baby. I'm here to take you with me."

"We can be together?", I ask hopeful

"Yeah Yoongi. There's no reason for us to be apart anymore. I just thought you'd be a lot older when you'd see me again"

I know she's upset that I'm with her even though she loves me

I know she wanted me to live my life, a long life but I couldn't

She's my life

And my life ended when she died

"I'm sorry jagi. But I couldn't live without you. I couldn't", I say

"I know Yoongi. I felt the same way while I was here, watching you, wishing I could be with you. I didn't want to be here without you but I was willing to wait for you", she answers taking my hand

Fuck, I missed holding her hand

I missed the feeling of her small hand in my big one so much

"So how is it where we're going?", I ask

She shrugs, "It's just like here. Except uh brighter? And happy. Just happiness. No pain, no worry, no sadness. It's nice. But it'll be even better now that you're with me"

I'm actually so happy to hear that

"I love you Jo", I tell her

I'm going to tell her this forever now that I actually have forever to be with her

"I love you Yoongi. So much", she whispers

My heart explodes in happiness

I lean forward, my lips touching hers, in a kiss I've waited a year, waited for life and death for

Her lips are so soft against mine, so smooth

She wraps her arms around my neck while I pull her closer to me

I don't care about where we're going

Heaven, paradise, whatever, it doesn't matter

Heaven is wherever she is

"Ready baby?", she asks, smiling at me

I feel a smile burst on my face

"Yeah jagi, I'll go anywhere with you"

She takes my hand again and we leave

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Epilogue

Hobi POV

"Where is he?", Namjoon yells

"They still haven't found him yet", I answer

The concert is almost over and Yoongi never showed up

Namjoon and I had to spilt his verses in all the songs

I'm pissed but also not

He should be here but I get why he's not

It's a year Joanne's been gone

And BigHit screwed him by booking a concert

How they could do that to him and expect him to perform is beyond me

I feel for him

He lost the love of his life

And in such a violent way

I remember how he lost it when he found out how she died.

Raped, tortured then murdered

He flipped out and destroyed most of his equipment in his studio

They eventually caught the group of guys who did it

She was abducted and kept in a room, chained to a chair

Like I said the group of guys tortured her, mostly with knives and brutally raped her before killing her

By cutting her throat

And the reason?

Gang initation

The assholes wanted to join a gang and this was their way in

Kidnap some girl and wait for instructions

And do whatever the instructions say

She was never leaving there alive

The worst was when one of the guys testified

He made a deal for life in prison instead of death

I'll never forget what he said and I know Yoongi won't either

"Anytime we hurt her, she just kept calling for someone named Yoongi. I remember because she yell for this person so many times. Their name was the last thing she said"

Yoongi completely lost it again, trying to attack the guys in court

It took five security guards to hold him back

The guy just looked at Yoongi and shrugged

Bastard

A few months later, Yoongi was told that they all were killed in prison for talking about the gang

Yoongi didn't care by then because it wasn't going to bring her back

So yeah, I feel for Yoongi

I try to be there for him as much as I can

He just doesn't want help

I can't imagine what he's feeling so I leave him alone when he wants me to and I'm there if he needs me

So really I'm not surprised he's not here

Or answering his phone

He's probably drunk somewhere

The guys and I are waiting to go back on stage when a manager comes running to us

"We have to stop the concert right now."

"What? Why? We're almost done", Namjoon snaps

"No. We have to stop now and you all need to get back to the hotel. Now"

"Why?", Jimin asks

"Just do it", he says, walking away

We're ushered away and into cars, driving us to the hotel

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We're all sitting in Tae's room waiting for anyone to come talk to us

We all changed and have just been hanging around for about three hours

Namjoon is pissed and keeps talking about why the show had to stop and how ARMYS are going to be so disappointed

Finally the door to Tae's room opens and Bang PD walks in, looking upset

"What happened? Why did we have to stop the concert?", Namjoon immediately asks

"It's Yoongi.", he says

"You found him? Where is he? Whats his excuse now?", Namjoon rolls his eyes

"Namjoon....I don't know how to say this...but Yoongi is dead"

"WHAT?" Jungkook screams

"That's not funny", Jin snaps

"You're lying", Tae says

"It's not true", Jimin argues

"I'm sorry but it is."

"How?", Namjoon asks, starting to cry

"He went to a hotel and......he overdosed"

"What? On what?", I ask stunned

Yoongi doesn't do drugs

None of us do

Drinking yeah but not drugs

"Heroin"

"No fucking way", Jungkook yells, "He doesn't do that shit"

"Apparently he does. He had everything with him that he needed. His dealer's number was in his phone and the police called it. They know who the dealer is. He's been arrested before for selling heroin. And they arrested him now. He confirmed that Yoongi has been doing heroin for five months and buys it often."

"What the fuck is going on?", I yell

"The hospital did a toxicology on his blood. He had twice the amount needed for an overdose in his blood."

"They couldn't help him when they found him?", Tae asks, crying

Bang PD shakes his head, "He was already deceased for two hours when they found him"

"Fucking shit!", Namjoon yells

"Why would he do that?", Jin asks

"He has us, why didn't he talk to us?", Jimin sobs

"The dealer provided an answer to that. He knew Yoongi was an idol so when he became a regular for this dealer, he asked Yoongi why he needed so much heroin. He said that Yoongi said, "My girlfriend died horribly seven months ago. This helps me see her again"

"What the fuck does that mean?", I yell

How can he see Joanne?

She's gone

What the fuck was he talking about

Oh my god, I thought "was"

He's not coming back

I can't fucking breathe

"It means the heroin allowed him to halluncinate Joanne. That's one of its side effects apparently. And he kept wanting that which drove him to used it more"

"But it's not her! It's his imagination! He had to know that when his high wore off!", Jungkool exclaims

"I don't think that Yoongi wasn't aware of that. But he still chose to do it. And because of that choice he passed away"

"I can't believe this", I choke out

"We've cancelled the tour. His funeral will be held in three days"

"He's being buried with her right? With Joanne?", Jin asks

"I don't have a say in that. It's what the family-"

"He wants to be with her. That's why he did all of this. To see her. He couldn't live without her. He loved her more than anything. He's going to be buried with her", Namjoon states

"The family may want him in Daegu", Bang PD says

"Then she's being moved to be with him. They are not being separated. We know him better than anyone. And his family loved Joanne also. They were so upset at her funeral. They'll be ok with them being together wherever they go" I say

"I'll call his mom later", Namjoon says sadly

Bang PD nods, "If you need anything let me know. I loved Yoongi too. I will miss him so much"

Then he leaves

And we sit there stunned

"What are we going to do?", Jimin whispers

"He's gone. She's gone. How is this possible?", Jin breathes

"He died on the same day she did. Only a year later", Tae mutters

Shit, I didn't even realize that but it's true

This day is fucking cursed

"He's a fucking asshole!", Namjoon yells

"Namjoon!", Tae gasps

"No, he is. He should of talked to us! To me! I've known him the longest! He knew he could come to me with anything! Anything! But instead he chose to do heroin. Fucking heroin! And now he's gone. He left us, he left me!", Namjoon yells, starting to break down, sobbing

"How could he leave us? Joanne would never have wanted him to do this. Never!", he cries

"He must have been in so much pain Joonie. You don't know what he was feeling. She was taken from him. For no reason. That had to be killing him", Jimin says

"He could of asked for help!"

"He didn't want it. He wanted her. And to tell you the truth I don't know that I wouldn't have done the same thing", Jin responds

"What the fuck Jin?", Jungkook gasps

"Think about it Kookie. If you found the one person for you, the one who you love so much. More than anything or anyone in this world. You're soulmate. And they're taken from you the way she was? I don't know how I would handle it. And if I found a way to see her again even if I knew it wasn't real, I'd do it", Jin explains

"I get it", I answer, "It must have been so real to him at the time when he saw her. It didn't matter if he knew she wasn't real. In that moment, she was."

"This is so fucked. Everything is so fucked!", Namjoon yells

Silence fills the room

Some of the guys are crying

I'm just stunned but I know I'm going to cry eventually

How can I not?

I lost one of my best friends, my brother

And I lost Joanne too.

She was a close friend and the sweetest person

Two people I loved within a year

The only thing I can think that's some comfort is that he's with her now

And they're happy

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Type: x reader

Word count: 4,244

Reader: gn, no pronouns specified

TW: death, description of a murder, mutilation (not reader), mental illness potentially, mention of a car accident, not proofread, grammar, probably really shitty

Sunsets were always your favorite. You remembered when you got your first car in high school and you would drive up a mountain in the outskirts of your town and would watch the sun set almost everyday. It helped you relax on bad and stressful days, like the sun was taking it away from you, leaving the moon to keep you company. You loved the colors, the orange and yellow of the lowering sun mixing with the blue sky and shades of purple and pink color the clouds, making them look like cotton candy. It was peaceful. You didn’t watch the sunset as much as you used to, work takes up a lot of your time.

Your job isn’t one you liked talking about or telling people, in simple words, you were a true crime podcaster. Researching crimes took up a lot of your time, you needed any and all details you could get your hands on, news articles, accounts of the people involved, witnesses reports, interrogation footage and even crime scene photos were things that were important to recounting cases to the public. You were thankful two of your friends had offered to help you with your research to not overwork yourself. Your relaxation time was interrupted when your phone rang, reaching into your cupholder where your phone sat, you picked up your phone to read the caller ID ‘Melody’. You sighed a little and answered her call, the sound coming out of your car speaker.

“Hey Melody.” You couldn’t hear anything coming from the other side, causing you to sit up in your seat and fiddle with the volume, “you there?”

“Where are you?”

You covered your ears quickly, after messing with the volume knob, you had left it on max volume. Melody’s voice boomed through your car and you quickly turned it down. “Hello?” You sucked in a breath through your teeth.

“Yeah I’m here”

“Are you ok? What happened?”

“I couldn’t hear you so I messed with the volume and blew my eardrums out.”

“Dumbass.” Melody laughed. You fixed your jacket on your shoulders and listened to the thump and rustling from Melody’s side of the call. “You never answered my question.” more rustling, “Where are you?”

“Beach, watching the sunset.”

“Did you edit the footage?” You froze as you shuffled in your car, “You haven't even started yet huh.”

“No!” You rubbed you'd face and turned your car on. “I'm heading home now ok, I'll start working on it.” Melody hummed.

“Good, Ive given the other two videos another watch through and fixed a few things here and there and now I just need to make thumbnails for them.” You nodded and to took to the road to head home, watching the sunset from the passenger window in glances.

“Ill be home soon, Ill text you when I finish editing ok?”

“Alright, dont forget to eat something”

“I won't, text you later.”

“yeah, by biatch.” You laughed as Melody ended the call and you pulled into your driveway. Quickly getting inside before the cold wind picked up. You let out a sigh of relief as you turned on a few light that lead to your living room where you set up your computers for editing.

You waisted no time in sitting down and turning on the computer to get to work editing on the footage you had already uploaded into Adobe™. You out on your headphones and played to footage right see what you gas gotten, preparing for the first watch though.

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“Hello ladies and gents, welcome to ‘The Dark Truth: A Candid Conversation with Convicts’. A series where I sit down with criminals and ask them about their crimes from their perspective.” You shuffled in your seat as you motioned to the person in front of you. “I'm sitting here today with Max Watson.” Max nodded and he sat straight in his chair in front of the mic that you had set up in front of him. “Max there's two sides to your story and I want to split that up and take it in parts.”

“Ok.” Max stared at you as he spoke, making you squirm a little in your chair. Max had an intense stare, chocolate brown eyes bore into you as he waited for his turn to speak.

“There was a point in your life when things at home weren't doing so great, how old were you?” Max sighed as he thought.

“I would say…” Max bounced his head from side to side as he remembered back to his life before being locked up, “I would say when I was about sixteen.” He nodded, content with his answer.

“Can you tell me about your life before then?”

“Well, for a majority of my life I grew up on the west coast on the cliffs right next to the beach in a beach house, we moved there when I was nine, my sister was six I believe?”

“How close to the beach were you? Was it a town or just a house?” Max tapped his nose a little before looking at you.

“It was right there, like there was just a road between my front yard and the carved in stairs that led down to the beach.” Max used his hands to map out the layout of his house on the table.

“Did you have neighbors?” Max titled his head to the side as he scratched his head, tangling his fingers into his hair that matched his eyes.

“I had like one, I think.” Max placed his hand back onto the table as he lifted his head to an upright position, “They weren't super close but not far either. My mom hated it.”

“She hated the beach house?” He nodded.

“Yes, my mom has a very intense fear of the ocean, she never wanted to move into that house.” You opened your mouth to speak but Max beat you to it. “My dad didn't care, we moved anyway.”

“Did they argue about it?”

“Of course. My dad was an architect and he made that house we moved into.”

“Were you upset when you moved?”

Max shook his head while you readjusted yourself. “No, I was a daddy's boy, if he wanted to move then I would follow without a second thought. And he made that house for me.”

“He made it for you?” Max nodded, “how so?” Max's eyes seemed to sparkle as he rubbed his hands together, excited to tell the story.

“I had always seen people surf in movies and tv and I wanted to learn how and told my dad about it all the time and so he designed a beach house for me.” You nodded a little. A cute memory of Max and his dad but you reminded yourself where you were both sitting.

“Do you think people are living in that house now?” He shrugged.

“I don't know, honestly it makes me angry to think about that. That the house my dad made for me is being lived in by other people.” You nodded in understanding.

“Can you tell me about your mom? Were you close?” Max whined a little and shook his head sheepishly as he scratched his head. He chuckled a little before placing his hand on his thighs.

“I didn't really care for her.” Max looked down at the table, “She was in the way most of the time.” Max looked back up at you, “my sister was always with her.”

“They were close weren't they.”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me about your sister?”

“Not much to say, she was in the way too.”

“You don't love her?”

“Not really.” Max shook his head and almost shivered at the thought, “She wanted to be a detective so she was always talking about clues and mysteries. I know she loved Sherlock Holmes. Called me her Watson and all but made me play detective with her.”

“This beach house, did you ever learn to surf?” Max perked up at your question and nodded excitedly.

“I did.” Max leaned in, “my dad got me a surfboard and I spent all morning everyday out on the water learning.” Max smiled fondly at the memory, “I would stay our and watch the sunrise all the time, and the sunsets were just as devine.”

“Wow, it must have been beautiful.”

“Oh always.” Max tapped the table a little, “I loved it, I would watch the sunset almost every day.” He sighed before scratching his hand, “not always but at least I never missed a sunrise.” You nodded as your rubbed your arms and stretched your back.

“i'm assuming you got better over the years?”

“Yes, I was doing surfing competitions by the time I was in High School. My dad would go but my sister and mom never did.”

“Mmm. So while you got better your mom got worse.”

“Yeah.”

“How bad did it get?”

“She got really pale, she never went out because you would just be looking at the ocean so she only ever went out to the backyard but it wasn't often.” Max scratched his head again, “She and my sister would beg to move so mom could get better but my said would just tell them ‘we're not moving’ to their faces.”

“Why didn't your mom just have her family come take her away?”

“She wasn't close with her family ever, like no contact so she didn't have anywhere to go.” You hummed a response and tapped the table a little.

“What happened when you were sixteen?”

“My dad died.” Max's voice was flat as he stared at you, almost glaring at you for asking. “Car accident, he was coming home from town at night and was hit by a group of teenagers that were driving on the wrong side and my dad swerved but so did they and they pushed him off the side of that cliff.”

“Did you know the teenagers that were in the car?” Max clenched his teeth and began grinding his jaw before nodding.

“All of them were in my English class.” Max shook his head in a disapproving way, “They couldn't even look at me.” Max shuffled in his chair and clenched his fists to calm himself down, “They tried for weeks to apologize and make it up for me but I wasn't gonna let them.”

“Their apologies wouldn't bring your dad back.” Max looked at you stunned.

“Yeah.” Max couldn't be angry anymore, he looked around awkwardly before looking back at you. “It was really hard for me, I guess it was also hard for my mom and my sister.”

“You were the man of the house at that point.”

“I was, my dad left me a majority for his things and the house, while my mom and my sister got some money.”

“Did you keep surfing?”

“I had too.” Max stared at the mic in front of him, “Surfing was my thing. It helped me cope.”

“Things didn't get better with your mom after your dad passed, did they.” Max shook his head.

“No, I was sixteen when my dad passed and eighteen when my mom lost her vision.”

“Your mom listed her vision? Was it an eye disease?”

“No, it was self-inflicted.” You raised your eyebrows in shock, “I look a lot like my dad and when he passed my mom didn't have many ways to cope, I don't know if she didn't try or it wasn't working but she started calling me Willas–my dads name–and kept telling me to not go outside and stay out of the water and telling me that we should move away for Max's safety and I was sick of it honestly.”max shrugged as he waved his arms about slightly before leaving then. on his lap.

“So what did you do?”

“I told her to leave me alone.” Max shook his head, “I thought her fear of deep water was annoying at this point and since I was of age all of the things my dad left me were now in my possession including the house.” Max rubbed his face as he leaned forward again, “so since I was so fed up I grabbed her arms-” Max held one of his forearms and shook it lightly, “ like this and I started dragging her out of the house, telling bee that if she wanted to stay in my house she needed to get over her fear because I wasn't gonna leave.”

Max let his arm go and propped his head up with his arm on the table, “I didn't get her out of the house but I got her to the front door and she lost her marbles and broke down. My sister was out at the time and she had just gotten home and got really mad at me.”

“She helped your mom back inside?”

“Yeah,” Max rubbed his temples, “a few days later I went out into town to get a few things and even a new board and when I got home I saw my mom on the kitchen floor with a bunch of cleaning products and she was holding this like,” Max moved his hands in front of him to make a cylinder as he thought, “it was like a soup take out thing and she lifted it up and poured it on her face so it would get into her eyes.” You covered your eyes in discomfort before looking back at Max.

“It was cleaning products, wasn't it.” Max nodded in conformation.

“Yeah, I called 911 and they confirmed it there and when they had asked her why she said I saw the ocean I saw the deep over and over again.” Max scratched his forehead, “My sister was mad at me that I didn't stop her and well I don't blame her for that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I had ample time to stop her, and I just didn't want to.”

“What was going through your head at that time?”

“I just thought, well maybe if dies she won't be such a nuisance but she didn't and that's when I called 911.” Max glanced down at the mic before looking back to you, “I watched her cry for about…” he shrugged “like almost five minutes.”

“Did your sister ever forgive you for that?”

“Eventually yeah, she shouldn't have.”

“So this was a pretty dark period in your life you'd say, right?” Max hummed a response “Is this where you had met your girlfriend.” Max nodded quickly.

“Yeah, it was a year later.”

“Where and how exactly did you meet her, your girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Max looked at you stunned again, “No one's asked that before.” He picked at the table a little before leaning towards the mic “Well, I met her–my then girlfriend– on the beach while surfing.” He leaned back in his chair a little, “She was new in town and she was on the beach watching me and when I got out of the water to go back home she stopped me and asked me to teach her.” Max shrugged.

“And you said yes?” Max laughed a little.

“Kinda, I thought she was pulling my arm so I said meet me here tomorrow at 7 AM and then I'll teach you. And she did.”

“And a love blossomed?” You smiled and Max smiled back.

“It did, but I always felt like it was too fast.”

“like you got into the relationship too fast?”

“Yeah, it was only like I wanna say,” Max shrugged his shoulders as he looked around. “like a month later?”

“A month? Did you ask her to be your girlfriend?” Max shook his head quickly, a slight look of panic on his face.

“No no no she asked me.” Max interlocked his fingers with his own. “I would have waited for much longer than a month.”

“I think it's time I asked you the big question.” Max nodded and smiled, “why are you in prison.”

“I'm in prison for killing my girlfriend of four years and her sister.”

“How long were you and your girlfriend in a relationship before you killed her.”

“Four years.”

“That’s quite a while.”

“It was the longest relationship I was in, yes.”

“Why'd you do it?” Max shrugged again.

“Lyla loved her sister, they were joined at the hip. I knew she loved her because she told me but I never knew just how involved Sidney would be.”

“Sidney was the sister?”

“A huh.” Max nodded as he shuffled. “It was after the first year of us being together that Lyla told me her sister would be moving in with her and I didn't mind because—well what was I gonna do—and Lyla kinda kept blowing me off after that.”

“How so?”

“Like we would make plans to hang out and I would either be stood up or she would bring Sidney without ever letting me know.” Max ran his fingers through his hair and sharply exhaled, “I forgave her and let it slide multiple times before I brought up the issue with her and I said ‘Do you want to break up with me?’ and she was super confused and asked me why I would bring it up and I told her,” Max fixed his posture and tapped the table.

“You've been bringing your sister everywhere with us, or straight up ignoring me. I don't mind that you're hanging out but I want your attention sometimes too, just the two of us because I haven't lately.” You nodded along with him. “I like when people are direct with me, to tell me what bothers them or what they need from me so having to sit Lyla down and listen to me was important.”

“Did she stop?” Max tilted his head in confusion, “like did she spare some time for just the two of you?” Max shook his head.

“No,” He shrugged, “well she did but it was just for one week and even then she was texting her sister constantly.”

“And when did you tell her this?”

“It was two years into the relationship, then a year went past and I sat her down again and said ‘I already told you once, I want your attention sometimes too and you didn't listen to me, why?’ and she tried to defend herself and shit but it just caused the argument to escalate.”

“Did you hit her?”

“No, but I grabbed a vase that was near me and threw it at the wall and left, which isn't great either.” Max shrugged again, “I regretted it after I got home.”

“When did you decide you wanted to kill her sister Sidney?”

“Honestly after she moved in with Lyla. Like I saw how close they were and how I was being pushed to the side I just, “ Max sighed. “I never shook the idea off and as the years went on it only made more sense to me that she should die.”

“What happened that day?”

“We were hanging out at her house and for once I thought, finally I can have her to myself for a little while, and then she looked at her phone really quick and told me, Sidney’s coming home soon so we can all hang out–and my first reaction was to get up and leave because I was getting sick of it, I wanted out and Lyla begged me to stay and I did.”

“What did she tell you?”

“Just to stay and hang out, that it would only be a little while but she said it in this very sweet way and couldn't say no. And then when Sidney got there she all but shoved me to the side as she went to greet her as if she doesn't live there with her and I said I was gonna go to the kitchen and make myself something to eat and Lyla looked at me and responded with ‘get me and Sidney something something eat too will ya darling?’ and that shit got on my nerves.” Max rubbed his face before continuing.

“I had wanted to make myself a sandwich but I could hear Lyla and Sidney laughing in the other room and I couldn't focus on anything besides the fact that I wanted her dead.” You felt a chill run down your spine as you listened, keeping poker face on you let Max continue. “Like I grabbed a knife and looked at it as I thought about it and it wasn't long before Sidney got up and left again to the store or whatever and Lyla called me out to the living room and I went.”

“Did killing Lyla cross your mind at all?”

“Briefly, in that moment when I stood behind her I thought ‘do I really want to kill my girlfriend? yeah’ and then I turned her to look at me, covered her mouth with my hand, pushed her down and stabbed her.”

“How many times did you stab her?”

“At least six or seven times, I didn't really count but I wore myself out, I was tired so when she stopped moving I got up and sat on the couch next to her.”

“Were you waiting for Sidney to come back?”

“Of course, I killed Lyla but I wanted Sidney dead too. I waited for about fifteen minutes before Sidney got back and I stood by the door.”

“Did she scream when she saw what you did?” Max shook his head once more.

“No, Sidney was looking at the ground when she came in and turned her back to where I was standing–” you cut Max off.

“Where were you standing?”

“I was by Lyla's body, like I wasn't trying to cover it, I wanted Sidney to see Lyla like that.”

“Why?” Max shrugged and you nodded as a chill ran down your spine again.

“I just wanted Sidney to see her like that, and when she did I covered her mouth with my hand and pushed her against the door before stabbing her too.”

“Did you know you were gonna get caught?” Max nodded.

“I did but I didn't know how long it would take.” Max scratched his hand, “I washed the knife, got into a change of clothes and went home, it was kinda late so I just entered to bed.”

“How were you caught?

“Lyla had nosy neighbors and she lived more in like an actual residential area so they probably heard the screams I don't doubt it.”

“Where were you when you were caught.”

“Take a wild guess.” Max laughed a little and you felt the blood drain from your face. “I was out on the water, I figured they would come the next day but I wanted to surf one more time before I was taken in.”

“What did they say?”

“They just waited on the beach and told me to come back to shore and I took my time so I could watched the sunrise and I did. I didn't fight or resist I just wanted this over with, even with the interrogation, the dude just hadn't even sit down and I told him.

“You told him you did it? What did you say?”

“Yea I just said ‘your here because of Layla and Sidney Rowland, they were found in 736 Coral Road, yeah I killed them.’ and he was stunned.” There was a long silence between you and Max.

“What's your sentence, Max.”

“Life without parole.”

“How many years into your sentence are you?”

“Three years, I'm 25 now.”

“Do you regret killing Lyla?” Max stayed quiet for a while.

“Sometimes. I really did like her.”

“Would you do it again?”

“Kill? Yea.”

“Thats all the questions I have, thank you for sitting down with me Max.” You stood up from the table you were sitting at and held your hand out to him. Max stared at your hand before looking over to the prison guards standing and watching you both.

“Can I shake their hand?” The guards looked at one another and nodded, giving him the green light. Max reached over and gave your hand a shake before standing up and making his way to the guards while you collected the mics. “It was nice talking to someone Y/N, thanks.”

You looked up at Max who was being escorted away and you gave a nod. “Thank you for sitting down with me.” You and Max shared a laugh.

“As much fun as I has with this interview and talking to you, I hope I never see you again.” Max spoke with seriousness that left you a little shaken.

“Why not?”

“I like getting attention all to myself, I get used to it very fast.” You dropped the smile on your face and Max shot you a playful wink before laughing at your reaction and following the guards back into the building. You quickly walked over to your camer that stood on it's tripod and you stopped the recording.

You were starring at your own shirt on the computer monitor. You rubbed your face as you were put back in that prison with Max. The things he told you as he left burned into your mind and made your stomach feel funny. You took off your headphones and put them on your desk before walking over to the large floor to ceiling windows and stood there, looking out to the dark ocean that spread out right across the street.

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the-celestial-bitch · 2 years ago

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Hey! I saw your tags in my post. Just curious about why you can't trust the Chinese government? What did they do to you?

Hello! ill try to give a comprehensive answer, but i apologize in advance if it feels like rambling and my sources are weird, bc im mostly used to following politics in my own language.

that being said, I'd like to first clarify that my apprehension and distrust in chinese government is different from the anti-chinese propaganda currently happening in america. from what ive seen, the fear of chinese government meddling in us politics and economy is fearmongering for the sake of increasing the military budget. china wouldnt start a war like this. china would, instead, join a war in middle east.

first id like to point out that im iranian, and so ill be talking about chinese government in relation to iran. i know some stuff about other countries, but ill leave the matter to people who know it better than me.

china has been known to sell arms to iranian military and aid them in using new technologies in war. this might seem like a positive matter to a leftist westerner at first glance, bc they are doing it under the guise of helping middle easterners defend themselves against us military's invasive actions, but in reality its not a good thing for several reasons—most obvious of them all: giving the military even more power will only lead to more tension in the region. currently most of the fights in middle east are bc of the sunni/shia dispute. on one hand, you have saudi arabia, advocating sunni, and on the other hand, iran is the one advocating shia. shia is significantly less popular than sunni, but iran has its way of appealing to marginalized shia groups in sunni-majority countries. bc of the iran-saudi proxy conflicts, and the power-hungry governments, saudi arabia and iran have been at war, but not in their own countries—in other countries such as syria, iraq, lebanon, etc. for more information on this, you can check out this source. china has sold arms to both saudi arabia, and iran, for many years. they have, indirectly, added fuel to the flame of wars happening here. (sources: 1, 2). china has also been helping iran in developing nuclear weapons (source), despite it being a bad idea (for obvious reasons, i dont think i need to explain why giving nuclear weapons to governments are bad. but if ur wondering just look at us government and the bombing of hiroshima and nagasaki).

i think i should point out a certain hypocrisy, and that is the issue of the genocide of the Uyghurs. if you dont know what exactly is happening, its basically like holocaust, with concentration camps, taking the children away from the families, and persecuting people for their religion and their race. for more on the matter, check this and this, but be warned, its pretty brutal. youd think that, considering that the current tension in the middle east is bc each branch of islam deems itself the true salvation of all muslims, their collective silence on this is deafening. yet its not really silence, is it? they have publicly defended chinese governments horrendous inhumane actions, as u can see it reported here. the real reason behind it is bc the chinese government has been supporting and aiding many of the governments who have yet to speak against the genocide happening right now. again, iranian government claims itself to be the true leader of the muslims, so why are they covering their eyes when they see uyghurs who have no one stand up for them?

thats bc the chinese government also does the same for these countries! for example, i dont know if you know about the protests happening in iran since last september. an innocent girl was murdered by the morality police, and since then hundreds have been murdered, thousands have been captured without even knowing where they are being kept, tortured, raped, abused. aside from that, the internet connection has been limited, often cutting off entirely when a huge protest has been happening. chinese government has not only aided iran in suppressing the protesters by granting them weapons and the technology of controlling the internet (for real, google is on safe-lock unless we use vpns. we cant use twitter, tiktok, instagram, whatsapp, twitch, and we dont have access to many websites such as bbc news, iran international, etc. they have also been controlling the vpns, killing them one after another. you'd be lucky if a vpn works for more than a month for you, and i cant stress this enough: u cant do anything without the vpns. its just the hell we're living in), they have also publicly defended irans rights to oppress the people, saying that the UN shouldnt interfere with a countrys affairs. (source) dont get me wrong, i dont believe that any of the western countries are trying to help us for the good of their hearts or whatever—they just want to omit a rival from the board, thats all. but siding with the oppressors leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, especially since i know they have also been brutally oppressing their own protesters, as we saw in the hong kong protests a few years ago.

aside from that our country has basically signed a contract with china that literally sells our everything to china to get arms and stuff (heres the whole contract shared in a propaganda website run by the iranian government and heres the wikipedia page for it breaking it down).

tldr: the chinese government has been actively aiding iran in the recent murdering of the protestors, and also the fact that they have been an indirect benefiting factor in the various middle eastern wars makes me suspicious of the sudden peacemaker mask theyre putting on.

#sorry for the long reply!#iran

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final-girl96 · 2 years ago

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Chapter Twenty-Seven

September 1998

Two Years Later

Windsor College

I was woken by the ringing of my phone that sat on the night stand beside my bed. I groaned, blindly reaching for it. "Hello?" There was silence before a distorted voice spoke. "Hello, yn." I sat up and checked the caller ID box that sat beside my phone. "Do you know who this is?" I rolled my eyes, stretching before I answered. "Tim Carson. 555-2151. You know–" before I could finish they hung up. Both Sidney and I were getting calls non-stop, not that the new movie Stab was coming out.

After graduation Randy, Sidney and I all agreed we wanted to get as far from Woodsboro as we could get. We applied for colleges and all got into Windsor College in Ohio. Sidney is majoring in theater, Randy is in Film, and I'm majoring in psychology. It wouldn't have been my first choice. But I wanted to learn more about the human mind. I haven't heard from Stu for two years. I assumed he and Billy got the hell out of dodge since there was no report about them being caught.

But even though I haven't heard from him and I haven't seen him I have always had that feeling that someone is watching me. Everywhere I go I feel like I have eyes on me at all times. I knew he was out there somewhere watching me. There was no way he wasn't. Stu was obsessed with me. He was possessive over me. There wasn't any way he would just let it go. Let me go. He would be coming back for me. Hell, he probably came after me not long after I got back home. He's just waiting for the right moment.

I stood up and stretched before walking over to my closet. I was glad to have a dorm room to myself and not have to share with someone else. Sidney was just down the hall from me where she shared a room with Hallie. Hallie is also a psychology major. I was just pulling my shirt over my head when someone knocked on my door. "Coming!" I slipped the shirt down over my head and had it fixed before I answered the door. When I opened it Lindsay, the girl across the hall from me was standing there. "Hey. I grabbed your mail for you. Oh, and you might want to turn the news on."

I took the mail and a small box and thanked her. I closed my door, looking through the mail as I walked to my tv. I set the mail and the small box on my bed before sitting down and looking at what was on the news.

"Two Windsor College seniors, Maureen Evans and Phip Stevens, were murdered last night at the opening premiere of the new movie Stab."

I turned the TV back off, sighing as I grabbed the mail beside me. I had a letter from my dad, no doubt him sending me a check even though I begged him not to. I've told him time and time again I didn't need him sending me money but he still insisted. "I've gotta take care of my only daughter. I just want to make sure you have money for whatever you need. You're so far away and I worry." I opened the envelope and sure enough it's a check and a letter. I read the letter and got up to put the check in a lockbox for later.

The box didn't have any return address on it so I didn't know who it was from. I just assumed it was either someone trying to prank me or my dad had sent it too. I opened it and pulled out an envelope and a small velvet box. I opened the velvet box to find a heart shaped, golden, locket. It had the word forever engraved into it. I set it down and picked up the envelope and flipped it over. A chill ran down my whole body and what was written on the back.

Miss me? I've been watching.

I opened the envelope and pulled out a stack of Polaroid pictures of me. Pictures from back home in Woodsboro the night I came home, pictures of prom, pictures of spring break, graduation. Pictures of me packing up the car and pictures of me here in Windsor. But what creeped me out the most was the pictures of me sleeping. He had not only been in my bedroom at home but he also somehow got into my dorm room. There were even pictures from the time I spent at the cabin. Some of me sleeping and some of me when I would go outside and read.

I had always suspected that he was watching me. I could feel eyes on me everywhere I went. But never did I suspect that he was in my room while I slept. But it would also explain why things started to go missing. It was only little things but it was enough that I noticed. And it would explain the flowers I found in my room after graduation. I thought they were from my dad and had thought it was odd that he put them in my room instead of just giving them to me. But now I realize it was Stu this whole time.

I shoved the pictures back into the envelope and went to put it back in the box when I saw a piece of paper at the bottom of the box. With shaky hands I picked it up and unfolded it. I swear my heart stopped when I read what it said.

Look outside.

I set everything to the side and slowly stood up. I walked over to the window beside my bed and looked outside. Across the street was a tall figure, black zipped up holding, with the hood up. I nearly jumped out of my skin when my phone rang. I looked back at the figure, at Stu, before slowly reaching for the phone. When it was in my shaky hands I pressed the answer button, held it up to my ear and looked back out the window.

"I've missed you. It's time to come home."

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Day 1

Rory's Story Cubes - Classic : footprint, smile, book

The boy went running through the forest, wolf cubs at his heels. In no time they were next to him, the largest moving to overtake him. He saw the movement in the corner of his eye and jumped, the wolf cub lost its footing and fell into some brush while the boy landed back on his feet and kept running. His feet hitting the dirt, "thump thump", like his heartbeat, "thump thump". Well ahead of the other cubs that had stopped to check on their fallen brother, he saw the large red tree that marked the den.

"Aawooo!" the boy let out a howl as he approached. The attention of a full grown female wolf was on him. As he slowed the sound of the four cubs chasing him became louder. When they reached the tree a cacophony of growls, whines, howls, and pants filled the air. A authoritative snap from the female was all it took to silence the cubs and the boy, they turned and entered the den.

***

Evangeline had been part of the search party that walked through the woods six years ago when a little boy, Antony, went missing after his parents had been killed in a robbery gone wrong. She still thought about him and where he might be, if he survived. The Colden family had been her neighbors for four years, Antony born a year after they moved in, and Evangeline would watch Antony when they went out each week.

She was lost in these memories when the sound of tires screeching outside her home woke her back into reality. Evangeline lived alone and had for almost twenty years, now in her late thirties she worked from home as a virtual assistant for the large law firm in town. The sound that came from outside belonged to the new neighbors now living in the Colden home, the first ones to move in since the murder.

Being on her lunch break Evangeline got up and looked out her front window to see the teenager getting out of his well used car. She gave a small knowing smile to herself thinking back to her younger years, remembering them fondly. Heading into her kitchen to make lunch she passed the little den that Antony had played in. The door cracked slightly and a few toys still laying on the ground. Evangeline hadn't cleaned it out, she still had hope, some would say, that Antony would come back. Her house was the first place she and then officials looked when the boy wasn't found with his parents or in their house. For the week following Evangeline would sit in this little den surrounded by the toys and books that Antony had loved. One book had been his favorite, Jamberry, making Evangeline read it every time he came over and then more than once each visit, it was the hardest for her to look at.

As she was finishing her lunch the phone rang. Evangeline answered without looking at the caller ID, "Hello, Miss Eve speaking."

"Evangeline, Officer Walter calling, we've received reports from some campers. We think Antony may have been spotted." the voice of Officer Walter seemed to fade away as what he said registered in Evangeline's mind. It came back, "We have to approach cautiously they were also reporting a wolf sighting. The captain wanted me to call you when we were ready to move out. We have you listed as the caretaker for the child if it is him. If you want to meet us at the north trail head off old Highway 16, that's where we will be."

"Are you sure a boy has been spotted in the woods? Alive?" Evangeline didn't want to get her hopes up quite yet.

"There are multiple reports, we wanted to wait and verify the sighting with others. And we now have five separate reports with multiple people sighting a boy about 10 running through the woods in torn lightning mcqueen pjs."

There was a flutter in Evangeline's heart.

***

Standing at the trail head with six other officers and the captain Evangeline took a deep breath and crossed her fingers. They headed north east and walked in a line each person about eight feet from another. Evangeline had a change of boys clothes, some toys, and Jamberry in her backpack amongst the snacks and water. She wanted some way to know it was Antony if they found the little boy that had been sighted. Each officer had a rifle the wolves were also sighted and had been known to be territorial.

Three hours of walking passed before an officer two spots away yelled out, "I've found something! I think it's socks!" The captain ran over and bagged the little sock that had been covered in mud and dead leaves.

"Let's keep walking in this direction!" The captain hollered so all could hear him. "Start calling out for Antony, and keep an eye out for the wolves."

"ANTONY!" Evangeline wasted no time. She walked and every few steps would look around her in the distance then back to the ground.

"FOOTPRINTS!" Officer Walter stopped he was next to Evangeline. She and the Captain came to see the footprints.

It was clear as crystal, a little footprint was perfectly left in the dirt. They followed it and in a wildlife trail there was a path of footprints, but they weren't alone. Paw prints could be seen around them heading in the same direction.

"We've got footprints! Everyone move closer together and we continue eastward." The captain called out and they all moved in only three feet from each other.

The sun was starting to set, they needed to hurry. Evangeline felt her chest start to tighten, her anxiety making her thoughts run. She noticed a dark spot next to a tall thick red tree. Brush had grown up around the entrance but it looked like a den. Officer Walter, the captain, and another officer saw it too, they looked at each other and went silent, signaling to the others to do the same and close in.

A deep growl reached their ears before their eyes saw the two yellow spots of light looking back at them. Officer Walter and others raised their guns, loaded with tranquilizers as the captain moved forward, Evangeline close behind him. Once an officer had a clear shot it rang out and the growl stopped, only to be followed up by a whine. There were cubs in this den. That's when a little boy's figure stepped forward just into the light.

Evangeline caught her breath, "Antony? Antony Colden?" There was no reaction at first from him, Evangeline stepped out from behind the captain to look at Antony straight on. Recognition flashed across his face and he stepped completely out of the den. Evangeline dropped her backpack off her shoulder. Slowly, keeping an eye on Antony, she pulled out a package of fruit snacks and Jamberry. Every fiber of her being wanted him to run to her, wanted Antony to know who she was, wanted him to cry out her name.

"Aawooo!" Antony howled. Evangeline's hair stood on end and all the officers had jumped at the sudden loud noise. More howls came from inside the den, off in the distance a howl was returned.

"We need to go." The captain said to Evangeline in a low gruff tone. The officers around them turning their attention to the forest.

She nodded, "Antony, do you remember me? Eve. We played with toys and read books." Evangeline opened the book and started to read.

A smile spread across Antony's face, he started reciting the lines as Evangeline read them. He ran forward a threw his arms around her. Tears welled in her eyes and she held him tight.

"Let's go. Now." The captain glanced around them and in unison the officers turned and they started to run the way they came. Evangeline ran too, with Antony clinging to her.

#writing #creative writing #writing community #story cubes #short fiction #fiction

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