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gumiluver · 3 months ago

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I'm begging you on my knees, can you write a little more of bully Toji???

oh heck yea I can luv, ‘bouta speak some straight facts about bully!toji >:) <3

cover pic credit: @/miywao on pinterest | border credit: @/cafekitsune

luver <3: afab!reader x fushiguro/zen’in toji

byr/byi: the content in this fic is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18, minors please do not interact (you will be blocked!) | wc: ~500

cw: toxic relationships, mean/bully toji, degradation, exhibition (slightly), possessiveness, guest appearance w shiu :D

an: this is my first time doing a drabble so pls pls plssss tell me your guys’ thoughts!! inbox & requests are open as always!! <3

bully!toji has a mouth on him, unlike that of any of the men you’ve ever met before. his words are much meaner than his actions, calling you all sorts of nasty little names as he bullies his cock in your womb, “piece a fuckin’ work you are, gonna slut ya out real good.” <3

bully!toji scolds you like a father, knowing it hits on a much deeper, psychological level. he knows it’s fucked up, but that’s what entices him to you in the first place—loving the way you fold so easily once he’s got you laying over his lap, scolding you like the misbehaving brat that you’ve been, “how many fuckin’ times I gotta spank ya before you learn your lesson eh? Don’t mouth off t’ me again, brat.” <3

bully!toji has no mercy, dueling out punishments to the full extent. no amount of kickin’ or cryin’ could get you away from him and his arsenal of ‘weapons’ fully loaded and ready to make you bend to his will and submit—like the good girl he knows you can be, “don’t start strugglin’ now brat, you dug your grave—now fuckin’ lie in it.” <3

bully!toji absolutely looooves it when the waterworks come to play, your teary eyes matching your slick pussy as they each let drops of your essence roll down along your flesh, trailing sweet little lines or toji to lick and kiss as he bites and sucks at your flesh. the single act of kindness he’ll do for you before he ravishes you to completion, “fuuuuck…who knew such a spoiled lil princess could taste so fuckin’ sweet.” <3

bully!toji doesn’t really care if you apologize for your bratty behavior, it’s waaaay too late for that, but he does think it’s cute—he can’t help but be a big softy for you internally, his heart clenching in agony at your huffs of frustration. but how else were you gonna learn? sending you off without any consequences would be a disservice to you—that’s what he keeps tellin’ himself as he continues pistoning his hips into you at a bruising pace, not letting up even when you beg, “ya had your chance pretty thing, don’t think battin’ your eyelashes and poutin’ will get ya outta this one.” <3

bully!toji purposefully messes with you too, loving how you get so flustered, so wound up. he’ll watch you scrunch your brows in anger, stomp your feet a little louder as you sashay your hips away from him, “where do ya think your goin’ girl? ya better get that pretty ass of your back over here if you know what’s good for ya.” <3

bully!toji knows your bratty mouth is all just a little act, “his little drama queen,” he’ll say to Shiu whenever the two of you are at each others throats in front of him. toji doesn’t mind it one bit tho, it just means he gets to play with you for longer, and maybe with an audience just this once, “if I didn’t know any better I woulda missed that sass slip between that nasty mouth a yours—whaddaya’ think Shiu? should we train that mouth better?” <3

and while bully!toji may seem to completely and unequivocally despise you to his hearts content, he realizes that you’ve been the only person in his life that has made him feel so passionate, so alive—it makes him mad with desire to a point where all he can think of is making you his and only his brat, “don’t get it twisted now doll, your mine. I don’t care who I gotta fuck up to make it known to everyone but you. are. mine—got it?” <3

As always, likes, comments, follows, reblogs, and any other form of interaction is greatly appreciated <3 #supportcreators

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b1mbodoll · 1 year ago

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GABI i was gonna tell you something but i forgoz so im just gonna tell you that ily and yourw like one of my all time fav ppl even though we dont really know each other but aomehow youre just like the epitome of comfort for me and your acc always feels like a big group chat w so mqny friends that i can just look at whenever im feeling a bit down bc even the silliest little things you post on here put me in such a good mood ,, ahhmy pretty baby you have my whole heart -🫧

sniffle ur so cute i might start cryin :( this made me so happy i had to take a second n sit down m literally blushin n kickin my feet n im so emotional ur the sweetest ever im in love with u <3 ur one of MY all time fav people im so 🥺🥺🥺 lets kiss srsly.. ☹️ im sososo (!!!!!!!) glad that i can be a source of comfort for u, pls know ur always welcome in my inbox :( dont hesitate to reach out whenever ur feelin upset n i promise i’ll reply as soon as i can, ‘kay? always rmb i love u with my whole entire heart :( i adore u, dollface ☹️

#srsly crying as we speak im so emotional i lovelovelove you :(#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.sweetheart: 🫧

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simon-snowing · 1 year ago

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cryin shaking kickin my feet up and down beacuse of a dream i had

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exorcqism · 9 months ago

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᜴ ᜵ HALL OF FAME ﾉ FAVORITE WRITERS.

synopsis. this section contains this user’s personal favorites and added opinions

note. i saw someone else make one of these and i thought it’d be cool to make one myself. this is just some special appreciation yk? i’ll be adding more writers when it’s due. yall really inspire me

𝒊. 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐒𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 — @chososdiscordkitten

SFW, 18+ ⏤ㅤ jujutsu kaisen writer.

i couldn’t tag them for some odd reason, so i just linked their account BUT they were one of the first few writing accounts i followed when i first started. i think it was the obsessive choso post that introduced me to them…maybe it was something else but i don’t remember (i also got excited when i seen them liking a few of my posts so i felt special).

ᵎᵎ recs. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ 🕸 ‧ THIS RIGHT HERE i was kickin my feet at this i had my legs crossed…

𝒊𝒊. 𝟓𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐗𝐑𝐙 — @5kstxrz

SFW, 18+ ⏤ㅤ jujutsu kaisen creator.

MY MUDDY, MY HEART, MY EVERYTHING. i been friends wit this girl for like four years and she been one of my BIGGEST supporters. she creates some amazing things. she isn’t much of a writer but she does make some shit that’ll have you cackling or crossin ya legs (hopefully she starts writing).

ᵎᵎ recs. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ 🕸 ‧ I WAS CRYIN AT THIS we literally talked about this otp before she wrote it

𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝟕𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝟕 — @7starlite7 / @rhinestonz

18+ [NSFW] ⏤ㅤ jujutsu kaisen writer.

i think my friend sent me one of their stories since it had something to do with choso (cuz nobody likes him more than i do) and i just automatically followed them cuz i liked their writing style and how NASTY it get. but real shit, i love them sm.

ᵎᵎ recs. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ 🕸 ‧ WHEW ITS A LIL HOT.. i didn’t read this 4 times the way i gasped

THANKS SM GUYS ILY ALL. i look forward to seeing yall post some more. i’ve been bored man :/ BUT AGAIN, I APPRECIATE YALL SM

#𝐼𝑁𝑇𝑅𝑂 𝑃𝐴𝐺𝐸 導入 #jujutsu kaisen #anime #jjk #jujutsu kaisen choso #jjk x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #jjk choso #choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk geto #jjk gojo #geto x you

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ashleyswrittenwords · 4 years ago

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Ballad of Bounty Hunters & Outlaws

Wild West LOZ AU

I’m slowing down one of my AUs and apparently moving onto another one already. Will I make a bunch of disjointed oneshots and inevitably put them on ao3? Yeah, probably.

I stole this AU from @kajuelle :)

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There was a moment where Zelda had thought of herself as smart.

A bright mind that was intelligent enough to memorize his routine from hearing alone. Within a week, she had fine-tuned the man’s schedule down to the minute. She supposed it was odd that he waited a half hour before dawn to relieve himself, even stranger that it sometimes came down to the minute until she heard the sound of scraping boots against wood as he brought himself to a stand outside her inn room’s door. A slight grunt when he stretched and then clicking spurs down the hall.

But she wasn’t about to complain. That morning was the perfect opportunity.

The outhouse was the opposite direction from the stables and her execution was flawless.

Now that confidence was a well running dry very quickly. Zelda’s fervent kicks to her horse’s ribs did little to recover the distance her pursuers were stealing. Panic led her to do things that blue-eyed hick will kill her over; among those reasons was the clear indecision in her steering, causing her fright to bleed over to the horse. That only led to Zelda frantically glancing over her shoulder to see a barrel pointing right at her.

She opened her mouth to scream but it stuck in her throat as her body went airborne.

The ground met her quickly and she rolled several times before coming to a stop. Coming to her knees was an athletic feat, the Earth refused to stay still and by the time she achieved it a short nudge of a boot toppled her back to the dirt.

“Well, ain’t that a cryin’ shame,” a monotone voice talked down to her. She knew who it was from the saloon the night before. Link had directed her away rather quickly under the pretense that they hadn’t been seen, but evidently he was wrong. The eye-patched man didn’t look remotely as forlorn as his words were. “Was sorta hopin’ you’d give us a better chase there, missy.”

That woman with him was suddenly flanking her with a constantly swiveling head as if she has a crick in her neck.

“Come on, Lead. Let’s just-let’s just get it over with real quick like.”

Then Zelda realized she was loading her sawed-off shotgun when it clicked loudly into place.

“He wants her kickin’. That’s the whole reason I came with you because I knew you’d conveniently forget.”

“You shoulda sent Scout, then!” the woman glowered, raising and dropping her hands with an irate speed.

Lead shot her a glare. “Scout woulda fucked it up someway somehow,” he motioned towards Zelda with an empty hand, already walking away to gather the horses. “’sides he should be at the station right now. Load ‘er up and let’s get out of here before we lose daylight.”

Zelda tried kicking the bandit’s hands off her, but her grip on her ankle was like steel.

“Get the fuck off of me!”

“Oh my, little miss princess has got a mouth on her,” she drawled with a lazy grin until it steeply dropped, “She better shut that shit real quick before I lose my patience.”

Zelda shouted obscenities at the woman when her foot alone flipped her over and pressed sharply down on her spine as she untangled some rope. The binds dug brutally into the thin skin of Zelda’s wrists no matter how she thrashed.

Regret bit heavily, especially when the reality of her fall was found in dull aches that were only worsening as the adrenaline ebbed away. Neither of the bounty hunteres were answering her screaming questions until eventually a bandana was forcefully stuffed into her mouth.

She fucked up. Royally.

The woman cackled with something wedged between her teeth.

“Your daddy’s bout to be a sorry sonovabitch.”

The man named Lead busied himself with a lighter, attempts digging himself further into frustration before the clean cut of gunfire sent his hat to his feet. It fluttered to the ground, just at Zelda’s eyelevel.

“Shit,” he hissed, ducking to the dilapidated fence that had stopped Zelda’s horse minutes earlier. “Shit, shit, shit – Turette get down!”

Turette paused mid-tie to pop her head above the horse’s flank. Another shot rang out, promptly spooking it. Once the animal had dashed off, Turette man-handled Zelda into a stand only to push her behind the barrier Lead was at. Green eyes widened as the world turned side-ways once more with the slight glimpse of a galloping horse closing in on them.

Her captors were already positioned with their backs to the rotting wood. The wild look in Turette’s eyes was a stark contrast to Lead’s darkened expression – she seemed almost excited while he bit down on his back molars and twisted around to steady his rifle’s sight. The man barely reeled back from the recoil, flinching quickly when the reaction was splintering wood just above Zelda’s head.

Suddenly, Lead shouted, “Did you tip him off?!”

Turette balked, “Why’re you asking me that? Ask her!”

Both pairs of eyes met Zelda with a ferocity. There was nothing she could say because it was impossible that whoever was on the other end of the gunfight was an ally of hers. Zelda had very few and the ones she trusted had no knowledge of her whereabouts. Perhaps if she hadn’t gone out of her way to abandon the man her father hired to protect her, she wouldn’t be in this position. But he was miles from here and with Zelda’s careful escape there was nothing to go off in finding her.

Zelda aggressively shrugged her shoulders and tried her best to mirror their anger. She didn’t owe them a damn thing.

The distant sounds of a horse weren’t so far off now. Its galloping had slowed to an abrupt stop. Lead and Turette shared a glance as the rider dismounted, noisily making a show of patting his panting horse.

“I knew you two were a cowardly lot, but couldn’t we have done this a little closer to town?”

The lazy arrogance made Zelda jolt. Turette locked eyes with her quickly and the click of a decision was made. If not for the gag, she would have gasped at how roughly the woman brought her to a stand. The cold double barrel of a shotgun pressed painfully underneath Zelda’s chin, forcing her head to tilt back.

Another gun was trained on them only a few feet away, except now Link let his aim droop. A red bandana was tied just above his nose to keep the dust at bay. The eyes just under the brim of his hat narrowed.

“I wouldn’t be so liberal with that gun there if I were you, sharp-shooter,” Turette spat, increasing her grip on Zelda for emphasis. “Unless the missus doesn’t need ‘er neck.”

Slowly, he let the revolver fall to his side and a quick yank to the bandana revealed an easy smile.

“Let’s not be too hasty, now,” he spoke gently. “We’re sensible folk. Seems to me that you’ve got something I want and I’ve got something you want.”

With his rifle at his side, Lead positioned himself beside them.

“Mister Lincoln, you know the only thing I want is your body in a bag.”

Link nodded as if that were gospel truth.

“Yeah, well, ya have to understand why I can’t make follow through with that. I was thinkin’ along the lines of what you don’t want,” he gestured at Zelda, “That’s Bosphoramus’s girl. His only little girl. I highly doubt that your attempts at getting to me is worth that old man’s anger.”

Turette cackled and in a sing song voice cut in, “Oh, Link! You really don’t think we know that? It don’t matter who her daddy is, what matters is the pretty penny on her head.”

A piercing glare from Lead cut her laughter short. Link traded his sights on them, the smile wiped completely.

“Who’s got a contract out for her?”

Neither of them resigned to answer, at least not immediately.

He repeated himself more pointedly, “Lead, who called in a contract for Zelda Bosphoramus?”

“It’s a private contract and I don’t think you’re in the position to be making demands like that, outlaw.”

Lead gripped Zelda’s forearm and ripped her away from Turette.

“Make a move and she gets it,” he demanded, already pushing Zelda towards the remaining horse. She yelped against the gag, almost tripping on air. Lead motioned to Turette. “Disarm him and take his horse. The train leaves in less than an hour.”

Zelda resisted but he was stronger than Turette, basically lifting her from the ground. She let out a muffled scream and desperately writhed against his grip on her. Over his shoulder, she watched as Turette reached for his pistol only for Link to twist the weapon around and thwack it across her crown.

She let out a strangled noise, hands scrambling to console the pain bursting from her bleeding head. Link pushed her aside.

Lead hadn’t turned around by the time Link pressed the gun to his temple. The movements were so swift that she hadn’t seen his forearm wrap around the bounty hunter’s neck to drag him down to Link’s height.

“Come on, you know what to do,” Link murmured.

Anger boiled red in Lead’s face, but he did as was told and dropped his arms. Zelda’s feet met the ground, off kilter and stumbling. Turette was still crying out behind them with her shotgun buried in the dirt.

“Now,” Link sneered, spinning Lead around to talk to both bounty hunters. “I’m gonna give y’all the opportunity to get the fuck out of here on two conditions: take that ‘private contact’ off the board and tell whoever put it up that he answers to me.”

The rifle skidded across the dirt. Turette was manically nodding and stumbled to Lead’s horse with bloody hands. The other simply glowered when Link pushed him away, persuaded only by the barrel trained on him.

“You’re scum.”

“Goes both ways, Guardian.”

They left without much fanfare. Link kept his eyes on them until the distance was to his satisfaction. Zelda had taken a seat staring at the ground, hands to bound tightly when he turned to her. She’d seen him angry before, but nothing was schooled in his expression now. He breathed in loudly and took his hat from his head to rake a hand through his hair.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!”

Every word was emphasized as if it were a question that had been on his mind for hours.

Zelda winced as he cut the rope and unthreaded it from her wrists.

“You’re damn lucky I busted that door down,” he exasperated with a shaking head. “You better thank your lucky stars and Hylia Herself that I even thought to check in on you! I knew it was strange that you were so tired all week. I knew something was up, but I still gave you the benefit of the doubt. You might hate me plenty but those people don’t give a damn about your well-being. Why, I’m surprised you aren’t in a ditch by now.”

He rounded her and crouched to remove to gag, but Zelda had beaten him. She couldn’t pinpoint when her eyes betrayed her. Her vision went watery, but it was too late to hide it. Link had stilled, his mouth open to berate her further yet nothing came out.

“I’m sorry!” she shouted, her voice fragmented. Her brow knitted, both from his provocation and the shock of almost dying. A gun had been to her neck. Zelda had seen the insanity in that woman’s eyes, the excitement to see violence from a loaded gun. She had felt that.

She repeated the apology and curled up into herself. Link was obviously hesitant to do anything. Neither of them could recall a moment where she apologized to him for anything. There was no amount of guilt that could have made her regret her attempts to drive him away. Zelda’s cruelty had simply been a means to an end until now.

Despite her ugly sniffling, he didn’t walk away. Link sat beside her, occasionally placing his hand on her back or brushing strands of escaped hair from her face. Even after she collected what was left of herself, he said very little and deigned only to guide her onto Epona’s saddle. The rest of the ride consisted of collecting her spooked mount and traveling back to the inn.

Much of their silence consisted of an amalgamation of thoughts about how Zelda Bosphoramus might actually need that blue-eyed hick.

#this is an excuse to write link with an accent #judge me idc #there's a lot of swearing in this i'm sorry #wild west au #loz #loz au #zelink #?#inevitable prolly #zelda #link #yeehaw #ashleyswrittenwords

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sudsmactavish · 11 months ago

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READ THIS OR ELSE ‼️ cryin at the epilogue at 2am. never have i bookmarked somethin so fast so i can read it again later. and the art in it??!! DONE BY THE AUTHOR NO LESS😭 it’s rare that works hit me like this one did, and boy i was gigglin and kickin my feet for an hour and a half just OBSESSIN. yeah anyways, read it yall. it’s too damn good.

Epilogue 💥🧡

Seasons is now complete!

Ah, look at that lovely green check mark... thank you for the incredible response to the fic and art 🧡💥🧡💥

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vannahfanfics · 3 years ago

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Before you read, here’s the previous chapter. New? Start from the beginning!

Rise of the Guardians: Earthsong

Ao3

Chapter 15: Don’t Give Up

The wind gently ruffled Jamie’s hair as he peeked over the edge of North’s sleek sleigh, down at the sprawling green mass that was the top of the Tree of Life. When the plant had burst from the ground in rumbling splendor, the Guardians had rose up into the sky to watch it bloom like a green rose; its branches spread out in a grand sphere as wide as two football fields, stretching from the wrecked forest floor hundreds of feet below the bough up to hundreds of feet into the sky. Jamie could see the sunlight reflecting on the little beady fruits that contained the record of nature; they had seemed so huge in the Tree’s reduced form, but now, they were buried deep within the massive green leaves like little white-gold berries, hundreds of them sparkling like hidden treasures within the depths. He jumped as the dark dinosaur collided with the beefy trunk, except at the point of impact, Jack’s clear ice burst forth in a thick, shearing wall. His eyes began to water miserably. Jack and Nat were still fighting.

“It’s all my fault,” he sobbed again. He hung his head in shame as the Guardians looked at him. “If I hadn’t tried to help… Nat would still be…”

“Oh, Jamie, sweetie,” the Tooth Fairy cooed and hugged her head to her feathered chest. “You didn’t meant to. I’m sure Mother Nature doesn’t blame you for anything.” Jamie sniffed and buried his face into her. His tears caught on the fibers of her feathers to glimmer like little diamonds among the colorful display.

“She’s right,” the Easter Bunny drawled in his Australian accent. “Don’t get down! Nat is still alive ‘n kickin’, ain’t she? Instead of cryin’, you should be rootin’ for ‘em down there.” Jamie turned to look at them tearfully. They were all smiling. Could they really not blame that at all for the fact that Nat was going to die? The Sandman hobbled over to give him a pat on the head while North procured a little wooden bird to try and make him feel better. Jamie took it and hugged it to his chest, then nodded firmly. I have to believe in her and Jack… And all the rest of them, too. I can still help by supporting them!

“You’re right. They’re not fighting alone!”

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Jack was panting heavily. Pitch was eye-level with him now, standing on his swirling purple-black platform of sand several yards away. The Bogeyman was flailing his arms to fling screwing spiraling spears of the hardened sand at the Tree, and growing more frustrated by the second as Jack continuously deflected the blows with his blooming ice. The Tree was decorated with the crystalline structures now, making it seem like it was in the height of spring; sunlight danced in kaleidoscopic arrays across their pointed surfaces, showering Jack and Nat in dappled white light. The golden light was still pulsing in rivers through the bark. It was much brighter now, nearly overtaking the slim lines of wood between the grooves.

“I’ll kill you both!” Pitch howled in deranged mania and sent a large spear of sand right for him. Jack grunted and pushed into the tree again; a thick shield of ice shot up in front of them, shaking violently as the sand continuously pummeled against it like a pressure washer.

“Nat… I don’t know how long I can keep this up,” he groaned and looked over his shoulder at her. His white hair was slicked to his forehead as perspiration rolled down him in beading bullets. She was no worse for wear; she was incredibly pale now, slumped entirely against the tree with her hand flopped down against the top of her head, only the tips of her fingers still in contact with the Tree. Her head bobbed; she was barely conscious, channeling all her energy into transferring her life force to the tree. He whipped around, dropping the ice shield as he did, and looked up at the clear blue sky. He knew he was watching. Even if he wasn’t showing, he could always see— the Man in the Moon.

“Can’t you do something?!” he howled up into the endless expanse. “Are you just going to watch while we’re doing everything we can?!”

“Praying to the Man in the Moon now? Are you all out of options?” Pitch cackled, and Jack was only just able to form another ice shield before the sand exploded before him. He winced as he heard the ice cracking under the relentless assault. Through the viscous glass-like surface, he saw Pitch whip out his scythe to strike at North as the sleigh dove down to greet him.

“Come on,” he whined, body slumping as all his muscles screamed in protest. Had Pitch really been this strong last time they fought? Had all the anger and revenge made him this much tougher? They were going to lose. He could feel it. If someone didn’t step in— He heard Nat cry out in a shrill whine and turned around to see her fall face-first into the bough of the Tree. “No, no. Nat. Stay with me,” he babbled as he scrambled towards her, hoping the others could keep Pitch busy enough. He slid on his knees to pull her against him. Her head flopped lifelessly onto his shoulder; her emerald eyes had darkened with exhaustion and were glossed over. The only way he could tell that she was alive was through the weak rise and fall of her chest. “Nat, come on, don’t give up.”

“It's okay,” she reassured him with a sleepy smile. "Pitch can't hurt the tree now. Just... A little more..." Screaming in frustration, Jack punched the Tree, only to rip the skin from his knuckles. He was numb to the burning pain because of the absolute shredding of his heart.

“Come on,” he pleaded again, voice breaking and tears falling from his eyes. He hugged Nathalie to his chest and gently rocked her back and forth. He grabbed her hand and pressed it down hard into the wood of the Tree, praying she could keep up that connection. “Come on, come on, come on… She’s your champion, isn’t she?! How can you just stand aside and watch as she gives her life for nothing?! Are you really going to just let all her efforts go to waste like this?” he demanded angrily. He didn’t even know if he was being heard, but it was all just too much; they had come too far, sacrificed too much, for it all to fall apart now.

“Jack…” Her smiling face was blurred with the angry tears brimming in his eyes. “Thank you…”

“No, don’t start that,” he begged her and began pressing desperate, open-mouthed kisses to her face and forehead. “Just a little longer… Hang on… We’ll save the Tree, I promise…” His lips found hers, and they were so cold against his, stiff and unmoving. He whispered her name against her mouth as if he could breathe a little more life into her even as her ragged breath fogged between their faces from the chill he was spreading through her body. Jack didn’t look up as his ice shield cracked and shattered and the black sand came rushing over them; he curled around her body, the sharp sand and shards of his own ice shredding into his clothes and hair and skin. “Nat… Please… Don’t go…” he pleaded.

As the whirling mass of sand enclosed around him, Jack prepared for the end.

And then, suddenly, it was… Warm.

I heard you, young one.

Jack cracked his eye open to see that a bubble of golden light had formed around them. He mistook it for a second for Sandy’s golden threads of sand, but that wasn’t it; a thin film of barrier spread between the slowly-moving threads of light, not unlike the bubbles that enclosed the various biome fruits of the Tree of Life. The sand was pounding against it uselessly. Suddenly, the bubble began to expand, forcibly pushing away Pitch’s black sand. It jumped back to its master, who was standing amongst thrashing tendrils of the stuff with an expression of anger and horror. The Tree was unharmed, as just a few centimeters above its surface pulsed the barrier; it had enclosed the entire structure in its defensive hold, preventing Pitch from making so much as a scratch.

“Is this her doing?!” Pitch howled. Jack looked down at Nat, who was still in his arms.

“No… This is different…” he murmured as he compulsively swept a few of her tangled strands from her white, cold face. She was alive, but barely. Her green irises just barely showed through her thick lashes as she stared up at the shell of light shielding them. Her pink lips slowly curled into a weary smile.

“She came…”

Yes. I have mustered all of my power to face this great evil. You have done very well, young Nathalie. Jack instinctively hugged Nat to him as a form began to take shape within the bubble before them. The clear fluid-like matter inlaid with gold streams bubbled up to form the shape of a woman, hair streaming in waves down to her feet. The strands continuously moved like she was underwater. Her eyes and mouth were made of pure sunlight, and though they were indistinct in the constantly shifting landscape of her face, Jack couldn’t deny that it looked incredibly kind. The woman-like form walked over to kneel down beside Nat and gently stroke her short hair. Mother Nature, my young champion… The woman’s mouth didn’t move in any semblance of speaking, but Jack could hear her voice clearly. And you, Jack Frost. He jumped slightly when she looked at him. Her voice carried quite the amount of wonder. So curious. You are the antithesis of Mother Nature. I thought surely that if you two were ever to come into contact, there would be dire consequences, and yet… She looked into the expanse of the branches, where Jack’s ice still glittered like massive flowers among the leaves. You two worked together to protect the Tree.

“Of course I did,” he huffed haughtily, puffing out his cheeks indignantly.

The Man in the Moon chose quite a spirited one, she laughed teasingly. Her laugh sounded like the ringing of clear bells on a spring morning. She looked out to the sky and Jack did too; the full moon was blazing among the clouds though it was the height of the day. It seemed Jack’s yelling hadn’t been for nothing. Pitch Black has grown far stronger than we ever imagined. We shall purge this plague from the planet once and for all. Jack didn’t feel the least bit sorry for Pitch at the amount of venom dripping from her voice. Earth stood and strolled out from the boughs of the Tree, walking on thin air with her hand streaming behind her like golden fire. Pitch cowered in his nest of darkness, taking a few hesitant steps back.

“How is this possible? I know I killed her. How did she have the strength to summon you?” he hissed.

Because, she responded matter-of-factly, unlike you, my vassals have strength of heart. They are far stronger than you can ever wish to be.

“I’ll destroy you! This world can still be mine!” Pitch yowled and sent the sand barreling towards her. The woman stopped and held up her arms on either side of her, like she were welcoming it. A ripple of energy pulsed up the Tree, making Jack gasp and look up. He spotted one of the glistening bubbles within the leaves and was shocked to see it was now glowing with golden light; then, little golden spirits began to bleed out, wispy golden forms of elk and wolves and foxes and hawks flying out of the sphere to bound into the air. Above their heads, the golden animals gathered in a cacophonous mass not unlike the storm Pitch had conjured at the beginning of their fight.

“Two can play at that game!” Pitch growled, and his sand whirled around him to re-form the ugly, distorted visions of wildlife. He sent them surging upwards, and the purple and gold forms clashed splendidly like fireworks in the sky. It was very evident from the outset that Pitch was overpowered. “Impossible!” he howled in agony as his animals exploded into useless dust one after the other.

These mockeries could never hope to surpass my creations, Earth laughed. Pitch paced frantically atop his floating platform, tearing at his greasy hair.

“No… No… Not again… My plan was flawless! Flawless! How can this be?” he wailed.

You made the mistake of underestimating my chosen Guardian. Return to the crypt from whence you came and reflect. As the last of Pitch’s animals was obliterated, the stampede of golden animals bounded towards him to surround him in a whirling maelstrom of golden light. He turned in a circle as they swirled around him, overwhelming him with their golden brilliance. With a final animalistic howl as they converged on him, he wrapped the sand around himself to flee down to earth, vanishing within the shadows. The animals chased after him, flooding in a golden river through the ruined forest, before they dissolved into a sparkling shower of glimmering gold dust. If there is anything that wretch excels at, it is running away, she scoffed.

“Amazing…” Jack breathed in awe. She had taken him down almost as if it were nothing. He doubted that she was even using a fraction of her power. It almost invalidated the valiant effort he and Nat had put up earlier.

Do not disparage yourselves. Pitch Black had been significantly weakened by your and Nathalie’s efforts. If I had been facing him at his prime, that would have been a long battle, the woman remarked, like she had read his mind. She was still standing out in the open air but facing him now. Jack bundled up the barely-breathing girl in his arms and jumped out of the Tree, skipping on his wintery wind to her.

“Please. Can you save her?” he asked hopefully, desperately. Her head tilted as she surveyed Nat. She was completely limp in Jack’s arms, head fallen back and emerald eyes closed and hands resting limply over her stomach. She was barely clinging to life, and the ice that had encrusted her body wasn’t helping. Jack himself was flushed and panting with heat. He felt like he was melting from the inside out. His vision hazed at the edges as he unsteadily stumbled in the air. “Please… I love her… I don’t think I can live without her,” he begged weakly. Her golden eyes flickered up to meet his momentarily, then she tossed a glance over her shoulder at the shining moon where the Man in the Moon observed silently.

I can save her, and we will undo your curses, as well, she agreed when she turned back to him. Jack almost dropped out of the sky fainting with relief and happiness. However, you must assure me that you will not forget yourselves. The balance of the world is dependent upon the two of you. Jack nodded emphatically in acknowledgment. Earth smiled charmingly at him before she waved a hand, and Nathalie began to glow with the soft golden light. Jack gasped lightly as it surrounded her form, and then she began to float up out of his arms. Her white dress rippled with the slight air current as she rose to hover between them, golden light growing brighter with every passing moment. Behind Earth, the moon also began to glow, spilling silvery moonbeams down on the unconscious girl. Jack watched in wide-eyed wonder as the two lights streamed around her in an oval shell, like interlocking water currents swirling in river rapids.

She is fading…

“What?!”

Our powers will not be effective if Nathalie herself does not possess the will to live. She had been incredibly weakened. I fear she cannot hold on.

“No! She has to! Nathalie!” he cried and lunged forward to grab her. He instantly recoiled with burning pain as his hands plunged into the ball of light and took hold of her; he yanked his palms back to find them an angry pink.

You two have been in contact with one another for too long. The curse is strengthening to try and counteract your opposing natures.

“I don’t care,” Jack growled and coated his hands over in ice. “I’m not letting her go. If my ice melts, I’ll just make more. I can do it!” he insisted. Without waiting for her permission, he leaned over Nathalie to envelop her in an embrace, turning her and pulling her entire body flush against him. The ice he had built down his front instantly began to hiss and melt with heat, and he concentrated all his energy in keeping a consistent barrier. There was nothing to protect Nathalie, however, and she began to shiver violently as frost spread across her skin. “Come on, Nat,” he whispered as he pressed a long kiss into her dirty golden hair. “Please come back to me.” The silver-and-gold film enveloping her body began to glow and pulse with energy.

She hears you.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

“Nathalie. Nathalie, I told you I would find a way, right? Please don’t give up now. We’re so close. Please, just open your eyes, say something,” he begged her. Tears were brimming up in his eyes again. His heart leaped in his chest as he saw her frosted eyelashes flutter. “That’s it. Come on, Nat. You’re so strong. Come back now.” At this point, North had pulled up the sleigh alongside them, and Jamie was sitting up on his knees leaning over the edge watching with bated breath. His ice was melting faster than he could make it. He hissed at the burning heat flooding over his stomach and chest, but he be damned if he let her go now. The pulsing light was burning into his irises at the sheer intensity; the film had spread over him as well, now, casting him in its ethereal glow. The barrier flowed like water over the two of them. He felt it bubbling over his skin, cool to the touch and a welcome respite to his burning skin. Nathalie’s teeth chattered as she was wracked with tremors in his arms. Her ragged breath puffed in white clouds in front of his face as her head still continued to hang limply back at a dramatic angle. Was it not working?

His ears began to ring with a low but shrill whine. The light was streaming around him at blinding speed now; he couldn’t see anyone, anything, nothing but the girl he loved in his arms. Every part of him felt like it was on fire and he was sure that Nat felt the same, but he couldn’t let go. Her eyes were rapidly moving under her eyelids as her lashes continued to flutter, and she breathed out his name. Jack wasn’t sure if it was the reflection of the light beams in his eyes, but he could swear that the streams had invaded their bodies, coursing through their veins in pure energy. His body was humming like a quiet engine, rapidly gaining pitch. “Nathalie,” he whispered as he leaned in to lightly run the tip of his nose up the side of hers. “Don’t give up on me, Nat.” He had told her that as they sat together in Toothiana’s palace, having no idea of the trial that was looming ahead of them. He meant it just as much then as he meant now. Face scrunching up miserably, he pressed his cheek into hers, nose buried in her beautiful hair. “Don’t give up.”

“Jack.” He felt her hands wrap tightly around the upper muscle of his arms, and in response, he hugged her tighter. The light was screaming now, blinding; he couldn’t open his eyes no matter how much he wanted to. Jack could feel it singing shrilly in his veins, and slowly, very slowly, the burning in his body waned, just as the light crashed around them in tremendous symphony…

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When Nathalie opened her eyes, the azure sky was stretching above her. With every deep breath she took, her chest brushed against Jack’s with how tightly she was pressed up to his body. Jack, she realized suddenly, lifting her head groggily. His icy blue eyes were there to greet her, sparkling with tears and overwhelming joy. “How?” she murmured as he swept a hand into her golden locks, which had somehow grown back to its long, waving length around her knees. The burn marks weren’t littering her skin anymore either and she could breathe freely now.

Most importantly, he was holding her, and Nathalie felt no pain at all.

“I told you. I would find a way,” he smiled cheekily. Gently, his fingertips swept over her soft cheek in ghosting touches.

“I heard you calling for me…” she sighed as she relaxed against him. Her feet were dangling in the open air, but secure in Jack’s arms, she had no fear of falling. She suddenly became aware of eyes on her, and she looked over her shoulder to see the glimmering form of Earth standing calmly behind her. “You…”

You and Jack are free to be with one another as you please. The Tree of Life is safe, and life has returned to the world, she reported with a sweeping arm. Nathalie glanced down to see that the rainforest had burst into life anew; all the ripped and shredded trees had been replaced with new towering growths. She could feel the energies of the animals below, content and at ease now that Pitch’s darkness was vanquished. Pitch Black was not utterly destroyed; he is surely hiding away, biding his time for another scheme.

“Undoubtedly,” Nat sighed before looking at Jack with a smile, “but it will be a long time before he dares show his face again.”

“Naaaaaaaat!” She turned to see Jamie hanging halfway out of the sleigh, legs kicking wildly as he groped in the open air for her. Jack hurriedly jumped forward with her to catch him as he tipped over, and Nat grabbed him to hold him gently in a motherly hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay!” he sobbed as he pressed his face into her. “I’m sorry…”

“It’s all right, Jamie. You’re safe. That’s all that matters.”

“Great. Now that everythin’ is all hunky-dory, I guess we can deal with the facts that you two fools snuck outta the North Pole, eh?” the Easter Bunny scolded with a deep scowl. Jack flinched and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Yeah… About that…”

As the adults started chastising them fiercely, Nathalie looked back to the glowing form of the Earth smiling behind her. With a gentle wave, she began dissolving into gold dust, returning her life force to the Earth below.

I hope your second life is a long and happy one, my child.

Nathalie smiled as she laid her head down onto Jack’s shoulder. She had no doubt it would be.

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New York Bound

Chapter 7

This chapter will be upsetting, reader discretion is advised.

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Triggers: Character death, Blood, Screaming, Grief, Solitary confinement, Mental breakdown, Planned murder, Hallucination, Mentions of deportation

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"Fletcher?" I whispered.

'Please...'

I shook his limp body.

"Fletcher?" My voice rose. "Fletcher?! No! Don't be...Fletcher wake up!"

I shook him again.

'No.'

I screamed.

'No.'

I screamed again.

'No!'

I screamed until my throat was raw.

Tears streamed down my face, but I didn't have the energy to wipe them away.

'I've failed you.'

They fell and mixed into his blood.

It dripped off his body, pooled on the floor and seeped into the floorboards.

'This is all my fault.'

"I told you to go back," I whispered.

I bowed my head over his cold body.

I heard heavy footsteps come towards me, but I didn't care.

All I cared about was Fletch.

'I'm so sorry.'

A pair of hands grabbed me, but I resisted when they tried to pull me up.

"No!" I screamed. "Get off me!"

They didn't get off me.

'If only he'd gone back.'

They tried to pull me up again, and this time they succeeded.

I didn't even know who it was.

Fletcher's body got further and further away from me, but the image would be forever burned into my memories.

'If only he'd listened to me.'

"Let go of me!" I shrieked.

"Take her down to the basement." I heard someone say.

I lifted my head and when I saw the Foreman, my blood boiled.

"You!" I yelled, hoarsely.

'You're a monster!'

"Me." He replied, dangerously calm.

"I'm gonna kill you!" I screamed again, strugglin' in the grip of the people restrainin' me.

I thrashed around, kickin' and fightin' to move my arms.

Then I felt the cold metal of handcuffs on my wrists.

That didn't stop me.

The Foreman walked towards me and punched me so hard I stopped fighting.

I hung my head, dazed.

"You kill me, and you will be just like your parents." He said in a low growl.

'I'm the monster.'

"Get her down there now." He ordered.

I let my legs go limp as the men dragged me through the workhouse and down, down, down into the basement.

I'd never been down here before, but I had a feelin' I would be here for a long time.

They dragged me through a corridor, my feet trailin' behind me and scrapin' on the floor.

They stopped in front of a heavy, metal door and opened it.

"No...please...don't put me in there..." I pleaded weakly.

I felt the cuffs bein' taken off.

"Please..." I cried.

They flung me into the cell and slammed the door shut, leavin' me in the dark.

They left me alone with my thoughts.

~ Meanwhile ~

"Good work, Dan." The Foreman commended Dan on his work and the man nodded in reply.

"What?" Joey looked to his brother. "This was your plan? You brought a knife to kill them? If you meant to kill Cat, you missed by the way!"

"I didn't miss."

Dan turned to his brother.

"I meant to kill Fletcher."

"Why though?"

"Because she deserves to feel the same pain that we feel every single day. Her family took something from us, so our family has taken something from her."

"You're insane." Joey spat, seething and disgusted at the level his brother was willing to stoop to. "You're fucking insane."

"I'm still your brother, Joe."

"No. You're not." Joey stormed down the hallway and all the way out of the Workhouse.

Dan started to go after him, but the Foreman stopped him.

"No. Stay. I have more work for you."

Dan wiped Fletcher's blood onto his trousers, cleaning the knife.

"Yes, sir."

"Send a message to my contacts on the deportation ship: 'Prepare for another load tonight. You have 2 hours.' "

"Anything else, sir?"

"Do you know which of those bastards are the girls' friends?"

Dan nodded.

"Good. Get them on that ship. We're going to leave the girl in solitary until she's too broken to fight."

"Very well sir." Dan nodded and left the workhouse to inform the captain and crew on the deportation ship of their plans.

~ Meanwhile ~

'You're a monster.'

'You should've died instead of Fletcher.'

'Fletcher?'

'I'm so sorry.'

'HE'S DEAD.'

'YOU KILLED HIM.'

My shallow breathin' didn't even begin to fill the void of the empty room.

Every thought screeched for attention and all I could do was cover my ears and shake my head.

"No," I whispered.

"Go away."

"Please just go away!"

The sounds of my voice were swallowed up in the silence.

It wasn't like anyone would be able to hear me anyways.

Tears rushed down my face like an unstoppable torrent.

They soaked my face and my shirt.

I cried and cried and cried until I was completely exhausted.

I lay there, in a crumpled heap on the floor, utterly defeated.

"Cat." My head snapped up when I heard a voice call my name.

It came from the darkness.

It sounded like Fletcher.

"Yes? Who are you? Show yourself." I ordered feebly.

I could faintly make out the silhouette of a person, but I couldn't work out who I was seeing.

"Fletcher?!" I said as he stepped forwards.

"That's right. It's me Cat." His voice was soft, calm, reassuring.

He seemed to glow in the dark and with each step he took, that glow got brighter and brighter...but that light didn't fall on my face...

"But you're....you're supposed to be..."

"Don't think about it."

I looked him over and saw that his shirt was clean, his flesh was unbroken and his face was unwounded, but his eyes were still cold and lifeless.

He knelt down next to me and gently stroked my hair.

I didn't sit up. I couldn't.

We stayed like that for what felt like forever, until he leant over me and whispered.

"You know that it's your fault I'm dead, right?"

"What?" I replied, confused.

He stood up and I watched him rise above me.

He'd completely changed.

His shirt and trousers were ripped and torn, just as they had been when he died.

His face was bloody, battered and bruised, just as it had been when he died.

His blood was bloomin' from his chest and stomach like some sort of deadly, yet horrifying flower from the gates of hell...just as there had been when he died.

But his eyes were the worst.

His eyes were alight with such intense wrath that bore through my soul.

"It's all your fault!" He shouted. "It's all your fault I'm dead!"

The glow changed.

It became like the tiny hands of a shadow, reachin' out and coilin' around my body.

It wrapped around me tighter and I watched it snake up to and wrap itself around my neck; I felt it. I felt every little shadow wrap around me and almost squeeze the very life out of me. It hurt. It hurt and I just wanted it to stop.

"I know Fletcher! I know and I'm sorry! Please!" I begged. I didn't even know what I was beggin' for.

"No! That's not good enough!" He bellowed.

I flinched and he rushed up to me.

He fell to his knees and grabbed my chin to force me to look up at him.

"Look at me. Look at what you've done. You are responsible." He said, in a low voice.

Terror flowed through me, but I couldn't do anything.

I knew it was all in my head, but that didn't make it feel any less real.

"You are responsible." He repeated.

He leant back and straightened his back, starin' straight ahead.

He clutched his stomach and I saw blood plumin' from a few places on his body.

His eyes were full of fear and pain and horror and when he keeled forwards his body disintegrated and turned to dust.

The dust settled on me and frantically tried to wipe it off.

I screamed and scrambled away from where I lay.

I huddle into a corner and rocked back and forth, my head restin' on my knees, my arms wrapped around my legs.

I remained like that, rockin', shakin', cryin', until finally, my body gave in to exhaustion and I slumped over onto the floor.

~ Meanwhile ~

"You," Dan pointed to an orderly. "Get 27049924 and 25049907. You," He pointed to the second orderly, "Get 24049901 and 24049915. Get them ready to go on the ship."

"Yes, Mr Jordan." The orderlies said in unison, before advancing and grabbing the people whose numbers had been read out.

The children struggled as they knew nothing good would come of this.

"Let us go!"

"Get off me!"

"Go away!"

"Help!"

They cried to the other inmates, but none of them moved.

They were scared.

They were all scared.

"Take them to the courtyard and put them in the vans to the docks. Then put them on the ship and lock them down." Dan ordered, taking great pleasure in his new power.

"Yes, Mr Jordan." The orderlies replied, dragging the children down the stairs.

Dan followed them. He locked the door behind him and put the key in his pocket.

' 'Mr Jordan'. Damn it feels good to be respected.'

~ Down in the basement cell ~

I sat bolt upright, flingin' my arms up over my head and flinchin' away from nothing.

"Go away!" I said.

I didn't even remember what I was dreamin' about, but it can't have been good.

Lookin' around, I momentarily forgot where I was and half expected to see someone lyin' next to me.

I didn't see anyone and when I sighed, I saw my breath in the air and shivered.

The cold bit through my clothes.

'Its freezin' down here...'

I wrapped my arms around my freezin' body, shifted further back into the corner and rubbed my arms in a weak attempt to warm up.

It wasn't really working, so I stood up.

My body screamed at me to sit back down, but I needed to move.

I walked around the room three times, but I was basically blind so I felt my way around.

There wasn't anythin' in the room except for me and a bucket for the times I needed to throw up or relieve myself.

No blanket, no candle, no matches, no mattress.

"Great," I muttered sarcastically. "This is just great ain't it."

My eyes were beginnin' to adjust to the darkness and when I could see better, I made my way over to the door.

I looked up and down and ran my hands all over it, tryin' to feel if I could find the lock.

I needed to get out of there.

Bingo.

I felt the lock and went to grab the old lockpicks, the ones I used to get out of the attic and into the office.

They were gone.

"Goddamn it!" I shouted.

My voice reverberated around the cell.

They must've fallen out...

And now I'm stuck in here.

'Oh god...I'm goin' to go mad in here...'

As time went on, I started seein' things more and more. Sometimes I saw Fletcher...just sittin' by himself in the opposite corner of the room.

Other times I saw my parents, pale green, soakin' wet with rope marks on their wrists. They would stand in front of me, not sayin' a word, just starin' at me. They had the burlap sacks they'd drowned in over their shoulders.

As time went on, I felt myself losin' my grip. There was very little in the cell and I couldn't do anythin' about it.

The endless hours of boredom, interspersed with episodes of mindless panic and fear and screamin', took their toll.

As time went on, I realised there was a routine.

I couldn't see the sky, so I didn't know whether it was night or day, but I managed to work out a system.

Once a day, every day, a small tray of food and water was pushed through a small hatch at the base of the door.

It was usually bread, maybe some soup, they gave me some fruit sometimes. There was also water, a candle and 5 matches on the tray.

I used it not just see be able to see, but to feel like there was hope, however small the chances; but I could only think that when I managed to convince myself that I'd be ok.

The warm glow of the fire reminded me of the Lodging House. It reminded me of my friends. It reminded me of my life.

It was the one thing that stopped me from...

I barely felt anythin' anymore.

As the tray came through every day, I counted how many days I'd been stuck in the cell.

21 days.

3 weeks.

"3 WEEKS!!" I screamed in a vicious explosion of anger.

"ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!" I screamed, my head tilted up to the ceilin' and the rest of the Workhouse.

I hoped that The Foreman could hear me.

"Oh yes, he's very happy now." Someone said behind me.

While I was shoutin' I didn't hear the door open.

I turned around, ignorin' the constant gnawin' in my stomach and the constant fire ragin' in my heart.

"No. Go away!" I said as a couple of orderlies stalked towards me, batons in their hands and cuffs on their belts.

I stumbled back as fast as I could until my back hit the wall. I sank down to the floor, but they just hauled me back up and cuffed my hands behind my back.

I'd forgotten how they'd felt and the cold metal brought back memories I'd tried so hard to block out and forget.

Tears started to fall as images came floodin' back. I tried to get away from the men, but they held me tighter than before.

"No! Please let me go!" I cried.

My legs buckled beneath me and I shook my head, the screamin' inside my head completely overwhelmin' me.

I shook my head again.

"No!"

They started to pull me out of the cell and, if it was at all possible, I started to panic more.

"Where...where are you takin' me? Where are we going?" I asked.

No answer.

"Dan! Where are you takin' me?" I shouted at him.

He kept walking.

No answer.

They walked me through the corridor, past the other cells and to the stairs.

They walked me up the stairs, past the main room, classrooms and laundry room and to the front door.

They walked me out the front door, past the windows I'd stared out of for hours and to the van waitin' for me in the square.

"Get in. Don't fight." Dan whispered to me.

Lowerin' my head, I glanced down to see the knife in his belt. It looked familiar, but not in a good way.

I looked back up and saw a glint in Dan's eyes.

"Yes, that is what you think it is. It's the knife I got when we arrested you. It's also the one that I used to kill Fletcher. So, I'm guessing you know what that means." He said, not givin' me a chance to answer before I was pushed into the van with the door slammed and bolted behind me.

As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I did know what it meant. It meant I killed Fletcher.

It was my knife.

I took it from the emergency room.

I lost it in the fight.

I let Dan have it.

I killed him.

~ In Manhattan ~

Tommy Boy and Smalls sat down on the small sofa in the middle of the room, Jack Kelly sitting on a chair in front of them, a soft smile on his face.

"What do you guys go by?" He asked.

"Smalls."

"Tommy Boy."

They replied with their respective names.

"Hey, I ain't never heard accents like yours before. Where ya from?" Jack asked.

Smalls and Tommy both thought that they hadn't ever heard an accent like his ever before.

"London," Smalls replied.

"Sydney, Australia...Then London...now here." Tommy added.

"That explains it..." Jack muttered. "How come you two's are in New York?"

"Long story. Not worth telling." Smalls stared Jack in the eyes, making it quite clear that they didn't want to tell the story.

Jack got the message loud and clear and didn't press them to say anything more about it.

"Fair enough. Right, we'll get you set up with a bed in the dorm, you can get washed up and there are some spare clothes and boots in the storeroom in the basement." Jack nodded, then got up off the chair.

"Right, thanks," Smalls said.

"Thanks, Jack," Tommy said, nodding back.

"Anytime. Anything you need just ask me or Race, the blond one with the smart mouth and cigar."

"Ok, will do," Tommy replied.

"Oh and, uhh...Welcome to the Manhattan Newsies.”

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“I’d let ya if it was summer an’ I could run after ‘em. They ain’t very smart when they run off an’ I gotta keep the cottage fed.” If they were frozen, they were preserved but he was pretty sure that wasn’t going to be very appetizing. There went Christmas dinner and they’d be serving roasted turnips. Grumpy would be very displeased. Happy would be unhappy. Bashful probably wouldn’t mind much so long as they had a little bit of butter. Forget Sneezy, he’d probably develop an allergy over all of it. Doc cleared his throat and offered a small shrug. “M’not here to make friends, Zeke. Y’ain’t doing hood- erm, should- for cryin’ out-” There was a frustrated sigh. “Don’t kick a fella when he’s down. Y’down. So I ain’t kickin’. But… don’t spite yourself with a kick to y’own ass. Ain’t gonna help none. If someone coulda told me that ‘bout a hundred years sooner.” He gestured towards the cottage. “It’s warm an’ I can make breakfast… That does mean bacon.”

The Big Bad Wolf scoffed, figuring it was just another lousy excuse. Maybe Doc couldn’t catch ‘em, but he could just fine. He would run through a blizzard if it meant getting a good meal. He didn’t need the help of some thin-skinned dwarf. He couldn’t even fit a whole chicken in his mouth. Pathetic...

“Blah, blah, blah, yer problems! Forget it, I’ll chase ‘em on my own! I was gonna do that anyway!”

The wolf made it more than clear that he wasn’t having this mess. He didn’t care how the dwarf phrased it or claimed he wasn’t trying to be his pal. That was almost always a trap and he wasn’t gonna fall for it. He planted his feet on the ground, refusing to go into the cottage, but not heading for the chicken coop.

Yet.

“...Just gimme the bacon an’ stop talkin’.”

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[MF] A Man’s Best Friend

“Do we really have to put this one down, too, Pa?” I asked, with a tone of voice so bitter that you could taste it. “Her leg’s broke, boy, I already told you she’s no good no more,” he said. “That’s probably ‘cause you been treatin’ so rough all the time.” “Hush, boy. Don’t you tell me how to treat my property. Keep it up and you’ll get a rough type of treatment yaself.” “But Pa, they got doctors for this stuff.” “You got money for a doctor, boy? A bullet cost bout a cent.” That part Pa was right about. We ain’t never had money for no doctor. Me and Pa lived all by our lonesome for bout long as I can remember out in the woods of Jackson, Mississippi. Pa did huntin’ and farming to make us some money to buy whatever it was we needed. He’d sell what we didn’t eat or didn’t use. It was never a lot, but it was enough to get by. Money or no money, though, still ain’t no excuse to treat ‘em the way he do. It’s 1865 this year and it looks like the war is starting to finish, but lots of men have already left and died so there’s plenty wandering around with nobody to take care of ‘em, so Pa always takes em in. We’ve had about 6 or 7 since I can remember, and it always ends the same. Always gotta put em down. Broken legs, sick, or just plain ‘ole tired of ‘em. I don’t think Pa’s a cruel man, he just don’t know how to treat nothin’ right. He has ‘em stay out in the barn and they usually will eat from the trough with the hogs. I usually try to bring ‘em some scraps from supper or a sweet if I can get some. Ain’t no reason they should have to live like a hog, it just ain’t right. Sometimes he’ll stay with ‘em for the night in the barn. It don’t make much sense to me ‘cause he’s always yellin’ at ‘em and kickin’ ‘em during the day, but some nights he spends all of it with ‘em. He’s usually cryin’ the next mornin’ and drinkin’ real heavy like. Talkin’ about the first one he had how much he loved her all that mess. I don’t remember her none. She musta’ died when I was real little. All I know is Pa couldn’t have loved her that much given he ain’t treat her no different than the others. In fact, she ain’t even need to be put down, Pa killed her ‘cause he got real mad with her while he was drinkin’ one night. He say he ain’t mean to do it, but I don’t see how you kill somethin’ and you ain’t meant it. I’ve asked him before why he treats ‘em the way he does. He just always tells me the same ‘ole thing. “Listen, boy, if I was supposed to treat ‘em any different, don’t you think God would say so in the Bible? But He don’t, do He?” Now I don’t really reckon Pa has actually read any of the Bible, given me and him both can’t read, but I trust he probably know more than I do. We got a Bible, but all I can do is look at the pictures on the inside. I always look at Jesus or God or whoever he is that’s holdin’ up that lamb and I can’t imagine that a guy like him would allow anyone to treat anything the way Pa treats ‘em. Makes me wonder sometimes if Pa is gonna get to go to Heaven when it’s his time, and even more if they get to go to Heaven after Pa has to shoot ‘em. Some nights, when Pa gets really drunk, he comes to me in my room and lays with me, cryin’ and sobbin’ just like a baby. Tellin’ me how much he loves me and how much he cares about me and just how sorry he is. Pa ain’t never treat me wrong so I don’t really know why it’s me he’s apologizin’ to. He’ll say that one day I’ll understand why it is he do what he do. He’ll say it over and over again until he finally falls asleep next to me. The same way he’s loud like a baby, he’s gentle and quiet like a baby, too. Pa looks like a different person when he’s sleepin’. No bloodshot eyes with dark circles underneath ‘em, no mouth that’s always half twisted in a snarl, no more swearin’, no stale breath that smells like whiskey. Just a man. When I see him like that, I think that’s what God had in mind when he made Pa. Quiet and gentle, just like a baby. But Pa always told me that the Devil always leads the flock astray. But Pa also always says that the Lord is our shepherd, and if that’s really the case, then it just don’t make no sense to me why He wouldn’t just gather up his flock again. Doesn’t seem too much like God really cares about his flock sometimes. I hope one day maybe I’ll understand like Pa says I will. Understand why Pa is the way he is, why he does what he do, and maybe even why God would let him be like he is. “When can I get my own, Pa?” I ask while Pa rummages through the closet lookin’ for some ammo. I’ve always wanted one. I wanna be able to treat it right and make sure I don’t gotta shoot it like Pa always does. I imagine it can’t be that hard. Maybe I could show Pa how you’re supposed to do it. “I reckon you ain’t old enough just yet, there, Boy,” he mumbles. I figured he would stay somethin’ like that. He says the same thing whenever I ask to go huntin’ with him. I slump down in my chair a bit more and hang my head and pout. Suddenly, Pa looks up at me with a yellow grin. “I’ll tell ya what, boy. If you really think you’re ready for one, then you need to be ready to be able to put one down, too. So, you go out there and put a bullet in that thing’s head, and I’ll get ya one of your very own.” I didn’t know how to respond at first. I honestly didn’t believe him. But, he handed me the rifle and pushed me out the door. I stood for a moment. Just sittin’ there. I could already see where Pa had it. He had chained it up to a tree and it was just layin’ there. I was startin’ to feel lightheaded and my stomach was up in knots. My feet eventually began to move but it wasn’t me that was movin’ ‘em. It almost felt like I was possessed. As I approached, it must’ve heard me because it picked it’s head up and was starin’ right at me with cold, dead eyes. By the time I was finally in front of it, my heart was in my throat and was beatin’ so loud it made me ears hurt. Slowly I picked up the rifle with sweaty, shaky hands and aimed right between its eyes. It looked at me not with fear in its eyes, but desperation. A bead of sweat dripped off my nose while we stared at one another. It was so quiet that I could hear it hit the dirt. The silence was eventually broken. “Shoot me,” she said in a faint, almost inaudible voice. “I don’t wanna live like this no more.” Her final wish was granted and the sound of gunfire scared the flock of birds nesting in the tree away. Her head hit the ground and I turned and slowly began to make my way back to the house to clean up. Only one thought ran through my mind as I walked away from the body of the latest woman Pa has gotten rid of;

“What was the last thing Mama say to Pa before he had to kill her all them years ago?”

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