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thenafics · 5 years ago

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Evil Author Day -- 2020

I saw this going around and I both wanted to feel included and have several WIPs that are probably not going to see the light of day for a long time. Most of these have titles already because I am incapable of writing a fic without having a title first~~~

1. Trouble in the Henhouse- AKA Red Hood joins the Suicide Squad

Amanda Waller thinks she might have made a mistake with the newest member to her team. She’s let the fox into the hen house, except her hens are insane criminals and her fox is a bat who also happens to be an insane criminal. The metaphor starts to deteriorate quickly, but the point remains, this choice might have been the worst one she’s made in a good long while. He is an accident waiting to happen and one of the most deadly assets she has ever managed to get her hands on. He doesn’t kill for money, like Deadshot, or hunger, like Croc, or even some deranged showmanship, like Harley does or Joker’s Daughter did. He kills when he thinks it’s right, because he thinks the target deserves it and that is the most terrifying thing to find in a highly trained killer she’s putting onto a team with a lot of the same type of people he has a habit of offing. Whoops.

2. Ghosts of our Better Natures

Tim can tell the instant that Scarecrow’s formula really starts to kick in. He sees the way Jason’s body language shifts, his muscles pulling his limbs in tighter, in spite of the restraints holding him down. Judging from the smirk just visible on Scarecrow’s sack-cloth face, he notices too. “Is my new formula finally kicking in?” His high, grating voice overlays over the sounds of Jason’s harsh breathing. “Looks like the big, bad drug lord has a bit of a tolerance. I doubt I’ll even need to use half as much on your little friend over there.” Scarecrow gestures broadly at Tim where he’s tied up against the wall and then claps his hands with fake glee. “I know what we’ll do! We’ll use all of the extra I’m saving on him for you!” Jason wrenches at his restraints, eyes wild behind his domino mask, but he remains uncharacteristically silent. He looks over at Tim and another wave of panic seems to crash over him. His struggles increase in strength to the point where Tim can hear the groaning of the rusty bolts holding Jason down.

3. Rafters for Roustabouts- JayRoy based on a piece of fanart I saw and can no longer find

Roy remembers when Jason was just a skinny little twig of a thing trailing after Nightwing with his spindly limbs and closed off smiles. The first time they’d met, Jason had looked up at him and blushed so hard that Roy was a little worried he might pass out from all the blood rushing to his head. Jason was in the Tower pretty infrequently, but any time he was there, Roy could be sure to find him either abandoning Dick for Donna (who he had immediately latched onto, like a baby bird imprinting on what it thinks is its mother) or acting as Roy’s shadow. Roy could often tell when Jason was visiting well before Dick told him because of the glimpses of inky black hair he would catch out of the corner of his eye. Eventually Roy got tired of waiting for Jason to stop being so shy. “Hey, Jason, I know you’ve got that whole stealth thing going for you, but it’s much easier to make friends if you just talk to people.” There was a muted thump and a little yelp as Jason fell down from the rafter he’d been perched on. Roy made his way over to him and crouched down to look more closely at Jason. The younger boy was blushing furiously and had his hands pressed firmly over his eyes, almost as if he thought if he couldn’t see Roy, Roy might not see him. Roy let out a little huff of laughter. “You’re just a little shy, aren’t you Jaybird?” Jason just burrowed further into his hands and seemed ready to just wait until Roy left so that he could tend to his bruised pride and tailbone.

4. Chapter 2 of Release of Liability- My very self indulgent Dresden Files fusion au that nobody asked for or wanted. *Knowledge of the Dresden Files universe up to like, book one/two is v. helpful*

Wayne manor is steeped in the type of magic that can make a place a living thing. This is the home of one of the most powerful wizards in America and has been the home of an incredibly powerful magical family for centuries. There’s history in these walls beyond what the outside world will ever know. All of the wall fixtures are old fashioned gas lamps retrofitted with lightbulbs. It’s a darker paint job and some cobwebs away from being the house from the Addam’s family.

Bruce Wayne himself leads me further into the house and to what I assume must be his office. An older man appears almost the exact moment we sit down and offers tea in a clipped British accent. He disappears as silently as he appeared and rematerializes just moments later carrying a tray laden with tea and those fancy little sandwiches they always show on the BBC. Wayne thanks him and dismisses him with a soft “Thank you,” before the man is gone again.

“So, Mr.Dresden, I hear you’re good at finding lost things.”

“I tend to be. Though I have to wonder what use a practitioner of your caliber could have for my services. With all of Gotham at your disposal.”

“The situation requires a somewhat delicate approach.” I can’t help but snort in response. Delicate and I go together like oil and water. I am not who anyone should call for delicate, subtle, or any synonyms of that ilk. Wayne gives a wry smile and little laugh of his own.

“I misspoke. Not delicate, detached. I am well known to Gotham. You are not. I’ve heard wildcard is somewhat your area of expertise.”

“I’m not going to take offense at that because it’s true. What’s missing?”

Bruce Wayne fixes me with a paralyzing gaze and speaks two words that let me know this is going to be one of those cases that sticks with me.

“My son.”

Bruce Wayne is famous for several things in the magical community. His childhood trauma of witnessing his parents’ murder would make a YA author weep and left him the sole heir to one of America’s most notable magical lineages. That alone made him a Name, capital letter intended, in the world of the mystical. He also worked hard to actually become one of the most influential wizards in America and run Gotham with an iron fist. The most notable thing about Bruce Wayne however, is not either of those. It is his incredible and almost suspicious number of extremely powerful adopted children. A disturbing number of which share his jet black hair and blue eyes. I hope it’s just a weird narcissistic rich person thing.

He is well known to be very protective of his bevy of apprentices. To the point where he’d actually knocked out another wizard with a vicious right hook for making an untoward comment about his eldest son. It was a glorious day and I am thankful to have been within enough distance of the scene to see it go down. I am also thankful to have been far enough away that his fury didn’t turn to me. If something has happened to one of his beloved children, I have no doubts that Mr. Wayne will do whatever is necessary to save them. After the death of his second apprentice he’d practically torn apart the world at its seams in his grief.

5. Windows for Bricks-

“I’m here to pick up Damian. I guess I’m one of his emergency contacts and the lady on the phone said to sign in here before I could take him home.” Jason says to the nurse by the front of the sterile smelling room.

“Oh, are you,” she looks down at her computer screen “Jason Head?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” Jason shifts uncomfortably.

“And you are his … “

“Brother. Same mom.”

“I see. We get Damian in here a lot so I see the resemblance. You have the same eyes”

6. Dialogue Snippet- Dick and Steph on the topic of ass envy

“He’s just jealous of my ass.”

“Yeah, no.”

“What do you mean no?” Dick sounds affronted.

“Have you seen his ass?,” Steph gestures expansively in the shape of an ass. A woman at the next table over glares. “Jay has no reason to be jealous Dick.”

“What.”

“And those thighs… unf.” The lady the next table over glares harder at the noise Steph makes.

“Ohmygod,” Dick buries his head in his hands. “Please stop.”

“What? I'm just saying, he's got no reason to be jealous when the dude is bammin slammin bootylicious”

“I'm pretending I don't know you. Can Tim take you back already?”

“Fine. But take a peek next time you and your ass feel so high and mighty”

7. Innocence for Sinners- JayDick prawn. I wrote this at the request of a friend. Very much not what I usually write, kind of nervous about posting it

*warning for Mature rating*

When he thinks about it, of course it makes sense to Dick that Jason is a virgin. He died before he’d even turned eighteen and spent a few years after that being either brain dead or criminally insane. It was really only in the past three or so years that Jason could be counted among the semi-rational members of the population and he had been so busy during that time span that there was no earthly way he had done anything. Still, Dick couldn’t help but be a little surprised when Jason pushes away from their kiss, while Dick’s hand rubs gentle circles over his crotch, and gasps out “No one’s ever touched me like that before.”

Dick pauses and pulls back fully, his weight between Jason’s spread legs still pinning the younger man to the bed.

“What do you mean Jason?,” he asks, seeking verbal confirmation for his suspicions. Jason blushes prettily and turns his head to one side, as if to escape the weight of Dick’s eyes. Dick reaches out and turns Jason’s face back towards him. His eyes trace the delicate flush that brings out the freckles across the bridge of Jason’s nose and blown out pupils in sea green eyes.

“Jason, are you a virgin?Am I going to be your first?” Jason blushes even further at the questions and nods mutely. Dick feels a rush of possessiveness pass through him at the idea of brash, rebellious, Jason being his. It only makes sense, after all, Jason had spent years wearing Dick’s colors and a month or so trying on the Nightwing suit for size. Of course Jason should be his in some other way. Dick leans back forward and kisses up Jason’s neck, ending up right by his ear.

“I’m going to ruin you for anybody else, little wing.” Jason shudders and lets out a soft moan as Dick scrapes his teeth against his neck in punctuation.

“Please,” Jason breathes out. Dick growls quietly and surges up to kiss Jason. He weaves his fingers through the curls of Jason’s hair and pulls slightly. Immediately, Jason gasps into Dick’s mouth and arches his back up off the bed. Dick chuckles and pulls harder. He is rewarded with a moan and a shudder from Jason.

“You like that Jaybird? When I pull your hair?” Dick laughs against Jason’s mouth when Jason nods with downcast eyes. “Let’s find out what else you like.”

Dick leaves one hand in Jason’s hair and worms the other up under Jason’s shirt, brushing over the hard lines of muscle and scar tissue. He thumbs over one of Jason’s nipples gently and feels a slight shudder run through Jason’s body. Taking that as a positive sign, he rolls it between his index finger and thumb. Jason gasps and tosses his head back, breaking the kiss.

“Dick,” he gasps out, “That feels so, ah, good.” Dick smirks and rolls the nipple again “Aaaaaaah.” Dick pulls his other hand from Jason’s hair and starts using it to push Jason’s shirt up while he brings his mouth down to Jason’s stomach, kissing over the places where his hands had traced over.

“Wait, Dick!,” Jason calls out, panting for breath. Dick looks up at Jason’s flushed face. “I… I have a lot of scars there. Some of them might not be ones that you want to see…” Jason trails off towards the end of his sentence and avoids eye contact with Dick until Dick uses his free hand to gently pull Jason to face him. Dick can see in this flustered and blushing Jason the same boy who had been so shyly admiring of him all those years ago. This shy virginal Jason is far more little red riding hood than the big bad wolf that the Red Hood pretends to be.

“I want all of you Jason. All of you.” Dick says softly. He gently pulls the shirt all the way off of Jason, manipulating the younger man’s arms so that he can remove it. Once the shirt is off, he kisses up Jason’s chest to the top of the Y-shaped scar that stretches from collarbone to collarbone and bisects his body from mid-chest to belly button. Dick mouths gently across the raised tissue and grinds his hips down against Jason’s. Jason can only gasp wordlessly in response as Dick uses his right hand to trace down and past the long tail of the scar to the top of Jason’s jeans. He pops the button and undoes the fly with one hand. When he starts to shimmy Jason’s jeans and boxers down, Jason lifts his hips and practically whines. Dick slides down Jason’s body and sits up in order to pull the pants off all the way before settling himself back between his legs.

“Your thighs are gorgeous.” Dick doesn’t even try to hold back a moan at all the exposed skin before him, some spots criss-crossed with thin lines left from slashes and stab wounds or spotted with starbursts from gunshots. He takes a moment to appreciate the way Jason’s waist cuts in and then flares out to almost feminine hips and thick, muscular thighs. Dick slides his hands under the small of Jason’s back and inches them down to the top of Jason’s ass.

“Really? You like them?” Jason asks, blushing.

“Babe, I love them. It should be against the law for you to wear pants. It’s practically a crime to keep all this hidden under your jeans.” Dick kneads at the soft flesh of Jason’s ass.

“Says the one who’s all covered up,” Jason gasps out. There’s Dick’s Jason, blushing and innocent, but still talking back.

“Let’s fix that then,” Dick chuckles and slowly removes his hands, giving one last squeeze on his way. Dick peels off his t-shirt, deliberately twisting his body and putting on a show for Jason who watches with rapt attention. Dick smiles softly at the awestruck look on Jason’s face before making quick work of the clasps on his pants and shimmying out of them completely. Dick bends down and starts to kiss up Jason’s left leg, starting at his calves and working up to his thighs. Once he gets to the sensitive skin on Jason’s inner thighs, he takes his time pressing open mouthed kisses to the skin there. Dick scrapes his teeth against the skin as he pulls away from a kiss about halfway up Jason’s thigh and feels the strong muscles underneath tremble. Smirking, he repeats the action and looks up to watch Jason. The younger vigilante is struggling to hold his composure, but Dick wants to watch him fall apart completely. So he lowers his mouth back down to Jason’s thighs and bites down. At that, Jason arches off the bed hard and lets out the loudest moan Dick has heard from him so far.

8. Runneth Over and all that Jazz- incomplete work for day 7 of Omega Jason Todd Week -Lactation kink au heavily inspired by @whumpbby and @daemoninwhiteround2 and all their stuff. A little R rated

If it weren’t for his chest, Jason would be nearly impossible to recognise as an omega. He’s taller and more muscular than most omegas so with his deep voice, no one would ever guess. If it weren’t for his body’s absolute betrayal. Jason, like pretty much all adult omegas, produces milk. It’s meant to help reinforce pack bonds and keep pups adopted into a pack fed. That’s not the problem, that part of it is manageable with absorbent pads in shirts and semi-regular use of a breast pump. It sucks, but it’s not the problem. The problem is that Jason’s pack bonds are weak, so his body will let down and start producing milk on a hair trigger. He’s peak fertile age and tangentially part of a mostly alpha pack, but not bonded well enough to balance his hormones, so his body has decided to try and tempt his pack into bonds with milk.

It’s a nuisance. He hears Bruce’s voice on the radio and a little dribble of milk escapes. Dick and Tim get into an argument and he can feel his breasts swelling with more milk. Cass gets injured and he ends up having to sneak off to change his shirt when she cuddles up to him for comfort. He saw Damian cry once and that was enough to get him leaking like a fountain and avoiding the bats for a few days. He knows at least one of them can probably smell the milk on him, but they have the good graces not to mention it so long as he doesn’t.

So Jason distances himself from the pack. He figures if he doesn’t see them, his body won’t decide to go into hormone overdrive. Except it just ends up compounding the problem. More time away from the pack means even weaker pack bonds, which ends up kicking his hormones into even higher gear than they would have been. Soon, Jason’s having to empty his milk every day, then twice a day, then eventually he has to break in the middle of patrol to empty his breasts so they aren’t incredibly sore as he’s flipping around rooftops. He switches from plain absorbent undershirts to nursing undershirts in all black so that if he leaks it won’t show. It’s gotten way out of hand but the only way to fix it is to either break his pack bonds entirely, which might make it worse, or go to the pack and suffer through some potentially very embarrassing bonding.

He shudders at the thought of his pack finally drinking from him. The vulnerability it would bring stirs up something like panic in his stomach mixed equally with want. Letting them know that he can be manipulated just because of a biological response would put him at a huge disadvantage. If they knew he could be made to let down and go into a pheromone drenched haze with some carefully chosen vocalizations they could use it to their advantage when Jason inevitably pisses one of them off. Still, something has to be done, his chest hurts so much that when he got hit there on patrol, he almost blacked out.

He decides to go to Tim first. The slightly younger man is the easiest for Jason to get along with, and despite his tendency for general sneakery, he has enough respect for what Jason does that he probably won’t use it against him too much. It’s a risk, but the potential for relief from the pain of his swollen nipples and frequent breast pump use are enough to take it. Tim is practical and doesn’t seem like the type to get physically aggressive. Even if he does, his small stature means that Jason should be able to escape. Hopefully he won’t be weird about it. Fingers crossed.

Jason knocks on the door of Tim’s apartment, about an hour before patrol typically starts. Tim answers the door looking sleep deprived as always with a mug of coffee in one hand. Jason gives him a sheepish smile and a half hearted wave, after which Tim gestures him into the apartment, one eyebrow raised in question. He shuts and locks the door behind him.

“Hi Jason. It’s been awhile. What are you doing here?” Just the sound of Tim’s voice is making his chest swell a little.

“Can’t I just come visit?”

“Of course you can, you know I like your company. You just usually … don’t. So… ”

Tim pins Jason in place with his calculating stare as he waits for a response. The silence is incredibly awkward for Jason because every second that passes he can feel the slight swelling inch closer and closer to potential leakage. He finally breaks when he feels a small dribble of milk start to leak from one nipple.

“I need your help.”

“A case?”

“No… “ Jason trails off, still unsure.

“Are you okay Jason?” Tim sets his coffee down and sits next to Jason on the couch. Their arms brush and Jason fucking gushes. If Tim couldn’t smell the milk on him before, he sure as hell can now if the way he sniffs the air is any indication.

“What’s wrong Jay? Why are you, umm, … “

“Leaking?”

Tim nods, nostrils flaring as a blush steals across his face.

“I’m letting down at the drop of a hat right now. I’m overproducing so much that I have to stop in the middle of patrols to pump. It hurts real bad.” Jason couldn't stop the whine from leaking into his tone if he tried. Tim unconsciously responds with a swell of alpha scent. The pheromones set Jason off again and he gasps as he involuntarily lets even more milk escape.

“Jason,” Tim’s voice is practically a whisper. “How can I help?” Jason takes a moment to steady himself under the force of Tim’s gaze, closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to see his reaction to the answer.

“ I need you to drink enough to solidify our pack bond.”

Tim makes an interested little noise in the back of his throat and places one delicate hand over Jason’s on his lap. He gives a gentle squeeze

“Are you making enough to do it in one go?”

“Were you even paying attention? Yes. I’m producing enough for the whole pack.”

“Why me? If you go off pack hierarchy aren’t you supposed to go to Bruce? Even if you don’t trust Bruce, you could have gone to Dick or Barbara.”

“If you’re not willing, I won’t pressure you.” Jason’s voice is flat as he starts to stand, but he’s stopped by Tim’s suddenly much stronger grip pulling him back to the couch.

“I never said that. I just want to know why you chose me before I potentially upset pack structure.”

“ ‘M more comfortable,” Jason mumbles, avoiding eye contact. “Dick’s too clingy and Babs still thinks I’m crazy most of the time. You’re … nice to me. Helpful.”

“You’re nice to me too Jason. We take care of each other.”

An unfamiliar throaty purr starts up in the back of Jason’s throat as Tim gently presses his shoulders back into the couch. He pushes up Jason’s shirt, making sure to be extra careful right around the chest area. An accidental brush from the back of his hand as he pulls the shirt off causes a whimper to interrupt Jason’s purring. Tim shushes him gently as he sets the shirt to the side in a crumpled ball. Jason glares at him until Tim sighs and folds the shirt semi-neatly. He rearranges himself until he’s draped halfway over Jason’s lap, face centimeters from touching Jason’s chest. Tim stares unashamedly at the plump flesh where he can see the wetness where milk has already escaped.

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dark-and-twisty-01 · 5 years ago

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The Harpe Brothers - Americas first serial killers

It took authorities years to catch them and put an end to their killing spree. The Harpe Brothers didn’t choose their victims; they just killed everyone who was in their way; men, women, and children.

Not much is known about the brothers’ lives before they started their atrocities. Also, it is hard to separate facts from legends about everything they did. They were probably born in Orange County, North Carolina to a Scottish family, but it is also possible that they were only cousins called Joshua and William Harper who changed their surname when they arrived from Scotland around 1759. According to this theory, their fathers were probably Tories who fought on the British side during the Revolutionary War. Some people believe that their bloodlust and revenge was motivated by the way their family was treated by their Patriot neighbors.

Micajah “Big” Harpe and Wiley “Little” Harpe took part in the American Revolutionary War, but not because of their great love for the British crown; they simply wanted to kill and torture people. Allegedly, the brothers joined a Tory rape gang in North Carolina. These gangs were war criminals; they raped, stole, burned down properties, and murdered patriot colonists. According to one account, the gang of which the Harpes were a part managed to kidnap three teenage girls. There was also one more girl, but she was saved by a captain called Frank Wood who managed to shoot and wound Wiley “Little” Harpe. However, this wouldn’t be Captain Wood’s only meeting with the brothers.

Later, the Harpe brothers decided to move to the frontier and settled among the Chickamauga Cherokee people, in the village of Nickajack, Chattanooga, Tennessee.

They stayed there for around 12 years. It was here when the brothers would kidnap two young women and forced them to be their wives. The unfortunate girls were Maria Davidson and Susan Wood, Captain Wood’s daughter. The women were treated worse than animals, beaten, held in chains, and raped. Some stories say that Maria and Susan became pregnant several times and in every case, the brothers killed their children.

The brothers, together with the women, left Nickajack in 1794 after they heard the settlement was going to be attacked by American colonists. They moved to Powell’s Valley near Knoxville, Tennessee. Here they constantly robbed and tortured the helpless pioneers. A few years later, Micajah and Wiley will start their so-called “trail of death” – a killing spree across Tennessee, Kentucky, and Illinois.

In 1797 the deranged brothers were chased out of Knoxville, Tennessee because they were caught stealing hogs and horses and accused of something worse: killing a man, filling his chest with stones, and dumping him in a river. This would become a regular method by which the Harpes disposed of the bodies of their victims – a method that would later mark them as serial killers.

After leaving Knoxville, the brothers continued to Kentucky. Here they murdered a few more people. When authorities started to ask questions, an innkeeper pointed out that they were the ones guilty of the killings. They were pursued and eventually caught and put in prison in Danville, Kentucky.

The Harpes didn’t stay behind bars for long. Somehow, they managed to escape, and the first thing they did was kill the son of the man that helped the authorities catch them.

With a bounty of $300 for each of them placed by Kentucky Governor James Garrard, the brothers were constantly on the run.

On their way north, Big Harpe and Little Harpe killed five more men. When they arrived in southern Illinois, they found refuge in a place called Cave In The Rock. This was the stronghold of Samuel Mason, a notorious river pirate and gang leader who attacked the slow flatboats that were sailing the Ohio River. Very soon, the Mason Gang noticed that something was not right with the brothers. Some of the extremely violent and appalling things they did to people were too much even for this ruthless pirate gang. Things went too far when the Harpes started to take captured people to the top of a cliff, stripped them naked, and killed them by forcing them to fall. The Mason Gang decided that it was time for them to leave and drove them off from their stronghold.

The vicious murderers, together with their wives and children, returned to Tennessee. The killings didn’t stop, in fact, they started killing, even more, people: William Ballard, who had been disemboweled and thrown in the Holton River; James Brassel, who had his throat slashed and was found on Brassel’s Knob; and John Graves and his teenage son, who were found dead with their heads axed. In Logan County, the brothers killed a little girl, a young slave, and an entire family they found asleep in their camp.

In August 1798, Big Harpe committed his most terrible crime – he smashed his baby daughter’s head against a tree. He said he did it because she annoyed him by constantly crying. Later, he stated that this was the only killing that he felt remorse for. A week later, the brothers embarked on one more terrible murder spree.

The Stegall family in Webster County offered them shelter in their house. They were unaware of the terrible people that they were letting inside. That night, the Harpes killed another guest named Major William Love, the Stegall’s four-month-old child (because he cried), and Mrs. Stegall, when she screamed after she saw her dead child.

Soon, a new posse was organized by a man called John Leiper. Moses Stegall, the father and husband of the recently killed members of the Stegall family, also joined this hunting party. The posse managed to track down the Harpes on 24 August 1799. When the brothers were asked to surrender, they decided to flee. In this attempt, Micajah Harpe was shot in the leg and pulled down of his horse by Leiper. While Micajah was dying, he confessed to twenty of the countless murders that he had committed. After the confession, Moses Stegall cut off the murderer’s head while he was still conscious. The head was spiked on a pole near the Stegall homestead. The place where the head was standing is still known as Harpe’s Head Road. Micajah’s brother, Little Harpe, managed to escape and returned to the Mason Gang.

He stayed with them for four years (under the alias John Setton) until he got caught up in his own plot – a plot to kill and turn in the leader of the gang, Samuel Mason. Mason had a huge bounty on his head; Harpe and another gang member killed Mason, cut off his head, and brought it to the authorities. Unfortunately for them, they were immediately recognized as wanted criminals and brought to justice.

Little Harpe was executed in January 1804, and his head was spiked on a pole on Natchez Road. His execution put an end to the fear that haunted the American frontier for years. A gruesome chapter was finished. Besides the Harpes’ confession that they killed only 39 people, the real number was greater, closer to 60, and maybe even more. The actual scale of their crimes will perhaps never be known.

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toutallyahoe · 5 years ago

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I'll Do It Again

Requested By: --

Pairing/s: (Obssesed/Possessive) Jim Moriarty x [Name] [Last name]

A/N: It's called murder baby~

Also, I do love a good murderous angst.

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Harsh pants left her smeared red lipsticked lips as she ran through the rundowned halls of the large building. Not a person on sight other than some of the lights flickering eerily like in the horror movies, creating the feeling of dread and horror as the female continue to ran. Her lungs burned for air as she wanted to stop and take a breather but can't. Her feet-- already have ditched her heels she had wore earlier ago to not trip and fall, burned from the running she had been doing but she can't afford to stop. Not now, nor ever. She can't. Not after a psychopath is following close behind her, playing this twisted game of a dangerous tag.

No, never will she stop.

The female didn't dare to turn and looked behind her. She didn't dare to check for she is scared. She didn't want to see that psychopath's deranged smile at her.

That smile that just shows how that asshole was enjoying on toying her and causing her fear.

Seeing a door, the female pushed her legs to run faster as she immediately pushed the door open and then closing it. Hurriedly blocking it by a chair to ease her mind that maybe, just maybe it would hold...

Who was she kidding? Of course it wouldn't!

The female looked around in frantic to see where she was.

Storage.

She was in the storage and seeing a large table with clothe covering it, she immediately dived in underneathe the table to hide. Her eyes brimming in tears, her black mascara ruined but she did not gave a single care as she quietly sobbed. She was scared. She was bloody scared for her life. Why her? What did she do to deserve this?

She was Belle Beatrice Darnley for Christ sake! She didn't deserve this, any of this! She wished she could have turned time to have not accept that dinner invitation from that man. From that pyschopath who'll probably kill her when he finds her.

Her breathe hitched when she had heard the sound of heels clanking on the tiled floor, making her know that the psychopath was near where she was. The female shakily clasped her hands on her mouths to try silencing her sobs and cries. She didn't want to draw attention to herself and die. She can't. She won't.

"Oh, Belle~" The said female closed her eyes in fright. Chanting through her mind prayers to whatever God was listening to save her from this nightmare she is currently living. 'Please, please, oh please, someone save me!' Her mind screamed as her body sgake from the fear coursing through her veins.

Belle's eyes immediately opened wide when she heard the door of the storage room where she is creaked open, her hands clasping more tightly to her mouth to silence the heavy sobs trying to escape her lips. Her mind chanting a mantra of pleas that the man wouldn't find her.

"Are you here, dear?" The smooth voice of her killer slice through the thickened air as she bit her bottom lip to not let any sound escape her lips. Her stomach filled with dread and fear as she heard the footsteps of the man walked around the room. Trying to find her as he started to hum a song that she immediately recognized as that old nursery rhyme, "One, two, buckle my shoe". As she continue to listen, the man starting to sing the nursery rhyme but to her absolutely horror--

"One, two... I'm coming for you..."

The lyrics the man had sang was not the original but a twisted version of the nursery rhyme.

"Three, four... better locked the door!" He sang loudly, especially on the "locked your door" part which he seemed to taunt the scared female that was hiding underneath the table, begging for her life on the heavens above. The footsteps that came feom the man coming closer to where she hides which made the female be in such a terrible fright.

"Five, six... grab your crucifix," Belle shut her eyes as she continued to silently pray in her mind. Her lips shut tight and clasped by her hands, tears falling down her eyes while her legs folded onto her chest to make herself into a ball to just hope that the geound will swallow her whole as she continued to listen to the deranged man's singing. "Seven, eight... slit your throat straight."

"Nine, ten... I'll do it again," the had had finished as he hum for awhile until it quiet down. The female in hiding had heard the man's footsteps drawing away from her place as she visibly relaxed when she heard the door creaked open then closed when the man had gotten out from the storage.

Belle did not want to get out from her hiding place thought as she just sat there underneath the table, slowly unclasping her hands away from her mouth as she took a heavy inhale then exhaled. Her hands going to her chest where her heart was as she felt her frightened beating heart. The female tried to calm herself, thinking it was alright if she just stayed underneath the table for a bit, maybe an hour or two until she thinks that man finally left the building so she could escape.

As Belle tried to calm herself down, something vibrated on her jean's pocket. Her eyes widened for a moment as she shakily went to grabbed whatever was vibrating only to see that it was her phone.

She had a phone.

My Jove, she actually forgotten about that fact but from her fear, she had forgotten she had a phone. Maybe she could call someone for help now. As she opened her phone and was about to type in a number to help her out of this nightmare, the screen switched to someone calling her.

(07)353 121976

Incoming call

The number was unfamiliar to her but she had to accept. Maybe this person can call the police to help her. Shakily, the female pressed the green button to receive the call as she then put the phone to her ear to her this person and was about to speak when she heard them say,

"Oh Belle, you think you can really hide from the big bad wolf?"

The female froze. She sat frozen as her eyes widen in horror. No, no, no, no, no! This must be a joke! A big fat cruel joke!

The man through the phone laughed at her as the female let out quiet whimpers leaving her lips. "P-please," sher cried to the phone. "p-please let me go!" She only received a chuckle at her pleas.

"Oh Belle, you really are such a pathetic pig, aren't you?" The man had said. Belle swore she can feel the smug smile on that face of his as she cried. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to!

"One, two, I'm coming for you," she heard him sang that rhyme again through the phone as she whimpered and sobbed.

"Three, four, better locked the door," she heard the door creaked again as the man's footsteps neared while the door was loudly slammed shut, to taunt her that he was in the very room she was hiding on.

Click

Clack

Click

"Five, six, grab your crucifix," he sang to the phone. The female could hear him getting nearer , and nearer from where she was.

Click

Clack

Click

"Seven, eight, it's far too late," He changed the lyrics again and this time, he was reminding her. It was far too late to run or hide. Belle could only sob as she tried to push herself back to try and hide herself as the man continued to walk towards her hiding place.

Click

Clack

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped as the female whimpered. The phone still she grasped tightly on her hand, still on her ear for her to hear each of every word that left the deranged man's lips.

"Oh Belle," she heard through the phone. Her heart beating erratically inside her chest as her body shake in fright. 'Please, please for the love of God, save me!' She screamed through her thoughts as the clothe that was covering the table she was hiding was yanked away, making her be seen by the psychopath who was crouching down to see her face twist into horror, holding the phone onto his ear as a large smile formed on his lips. His eyes gleaming with insanity as he watched the female fearing him.

Belle dropped the phone as she tried to get out from underneath the table as she cried and scream bloody murder. "Get away from me!" The female screamed as she crawled out the table in frantic and immediately stood up and bolted to the door where she grabbed the handle and twist it to open but to her horror, it was locked. "No, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO!!!" The female screamed as she bang her fist on the door and screamed to let her out to anyone from outside that was holding the door locked. "Please! Please let me out!" Belle screamed as she cried.

"PLEASE!!!" She cried as the man behind her merely let out a loud laugh at her wails and cries as he stood up and ended the call. Putting the phone on her pocket as he then grabbed a rusty metal pipe ontop of the table and turned to look at the crying female. "Oh Belle~" he purred out as he slowly approuched the female who had began to loudly bang her fist more in a desperate attempt to have someone hear her as she pleaded for the door to be open.

It did. The door slided open as the female had fallen onto the floor. Letting a cry in pain as she looked behind her and started to desperately crawl away.

"Oh, Belle..." The man mused as he was finally behind her and raised the metal pipe on top of his head, a grin on his lips as he watched the female tey to run away from him. "Nine, ten!" He sang as the female sobbed.

"PLEASE! LET ME LIVE!!! PLEA--"

Swoosh

Crack

Thud

The man still had that sick grin on his lips as he looked at the body of the female he hat brutally hit with the metal pipe on the head. Her head obviously was damaged from the crimson liquid slowly oozing out and painting her blonde hair red. A laugh left his lips as he raised the pipe again and then smaling it onto her head again and again, and again.

"I'll do it again!"

Smack

"I'll do it again!"

Smack

"I'll do it again!"

Smack

He repeated chanting and hitting the female's head open as he laughed. This was exhilarating! Smashing her head one last time, the man then looked at the metal pipe that was already painted with the blood, then back at Belle's corpse. Her head smashed open with blood and pieces of her brain layed on the bloodied floor, her body just sprawled there which made him laugh. Throwing the bloodied pipe into a corner as he took a handkerchief out from his his suit's pocket and wiping his face from bits of blood and then his hands as he looked proud at his work.

This pig, Belle Beatrice Darnley, is gone. Finally gone.

"Sebastian, can you please get the kerosene and lighter? I wanna burn her," he said as he didn't even turn to the said man he had ordered to get the stuff as he just looked at the female's corpse. Sebastian merely nodded and turn to get the needed items, narrowing his eyes when he heard something but then going back to get the items.

Alone. The man crouched down to inspect the masterpiece he had done to the poor now dead female, leaning closer as the grin never left his lips. "Oh Belle, if only you didn't hurt my darling~ If only you never had him first," he said, as his eyes gleamed with jealousy at the corpse. "He is mine," he spat as he glared at the smashed head. "Mine. Mine. MINE!"

As the man had angrily screamed "mine" like a mantra to the female's corpse, Sebastian came back with the items and looked at his employer with annoyance. Here he goes again with his jealousy...

"Boss, I have the items," he had said as his boss finally stopoed screaming at the corpse like a lunatic as he handed the container filled with kerosene as he watched his boss splash it at the female's body. Emptying the whole container as the man and him then stepped away as his boss gestured for him to light the corpse on fire. And he did.

Turning on the lighter as he flicked it towards the kerosened corpse, Sebastian watch the woman's body engulfed into flames as his boss continue to smile at it.

Bam

The loud sound make the two males immediately turned to the sound only to see an unknown figure running towards the exit. On instincts, Sebastian bolted towards the figure and was catching up in no time as he then tackled the unknown person. The person didn't seem to go down without a fight as he clawed away from Sebastian hold and kicking his legs but the man will have no at that. He was a trained assassin who was working with the most dangerous man in Britain (maybe in the whole world).

"Stay still," the asssassin gtunted as he managed to get the person on a choke hold where this unknown man was trying to claw away from him. "It'll be over before you know it," he whispered as he can finally feel the man slowly weakening from the kack of air. As he continue to choke the unknown person, his boss had finally caught up and when he sww who the man Sebastian was holding, his eyes widen in shock.

"[N-name]?" The said man who was being choked by his assassin. Getting out from his frozen state, he immediately went towards the two and try to pry off Sebastian grip. "Sebatian stop! You fucking idiot!" He cursed out to the assassin who he had slapped which immediately the assassin recoiled as the man he was choking fell to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. Sebasian's boss immediately kneeled down and rubbing the coughing male's back as he apologized and cooed while the assassin looked at the scene with no emotion on his face.

He finally realized who he was choking. [Name] [Last name]... this will not end well for anyone... well, mostly to the said man...

As his boss cooed and apologized to [Name], the [Hair color] haired man softly pushed himself away from the man as he looked at him with horror on his eyes.

"J-Jim," [Name] croaked out as he saw the said man's face that held an apologetic look dissipated when he uttered the next words.

"wha... what have you done?"

"So," Jim had said as he looked at his lover blankly for a moment. "you have saw that, huh?" He had said as the look on the [Hair color] haired man's face already answered his question. Letting out a sigh, he raused his hand to caressed [Name]'s cheek. Unfortunately, the [Hair color] haired man flinched from his touch and backed away, causing for him to frown.

"G-get away from me," [Name] had choked out as he backed away more from the derange man who killed his ex-lover. "Y-your not the Jim I love!"

Those words made Jim's heart ache. Like a sharp knife piercing onto his heart as he watched his lover looked at him in horror and fear. Jim wanted to come near the [Hair color] haired man but it seems the latter didn't want to be near him. "[Name], darling," he started but the said man just shake his head and looked at him with tears on his eyes.

"N-no," [Name] cried. "D-dont call me darling..." he continued to cry as he looked at Jim in betrayal. Jim could only sigh as he stood up. "Y-you killed her... you k...you killed Belle..." he said in horror as he finally realized that the female he used to love was dead. That sentence did made a small flicker of annoyance on the other man though as he looked [Name] dead in the eyes.

"Yes, and I'll do it again if I had too," Jim had said as he took a step closer to the [Hair color] haired male. His eyes soften as a small smile formed on his lips. "Because you are mine." [Name] could only flinch at his words. This was not his Jim...

"Y-you... who are you?" The [Hair color] haired had asked as Jim could only look at him with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"I'm Jim," he had said. His answered made [Name] a bit angered as he shake his head. "No! No your not!" He shouted. Despite feeling fear and utter betrayal, this man dared call himself Jim? The Jim he loved? No, this man was not the man he loved. This was not his Jim. This was a psychopath.

"Tell me the truth! Who are you!" He shouted as Jim could only sigh. "I am Jim... the real Jim that is."

"W-what?" The [Hair color] haired male had msutered to choke out through his frozen state. "W-what do you mean?" He asked as he looked at the man standing before him. "It means, I am Jim. Jim Moriarty that is...," Jim had replied.

"B-but you said you were Jim. Jim Moore..." [Name] said confused as he gripped his hair in frsutration. "Jim.. Jim... Moriarty... Moore... w-was... who is Jim Moore?!?" He asked in anger as Jim looked at him with sadness. "Jim Moore?" He asked as he then continued. "He was nothing more than an illusion... I'm sorry," he apologized in the end as he looked at the assassin who kept quiet through out this conversation of his with his lover and nodded.

The assassin nodded back aswell as he took out something behind him and crouched down behind the [Hair color] haired male who was processing on what Jim had said a moment ago.

Jim Moore was nothing?

The man he loved was nothing but an illusion? This has to be a joke. A sick cruel joke... right?

As the [Hair color] haired man still try to get his head figured out, Sebastian was finally behind him and immediately took a hold on him while putting a white clothe on his nose and lips.

"HMPH!!!" Back to reality, [Name] struggked on the assassin grip as he tried to not breathe the chemicaks of chloroformed clothe but when his lungs was burning and screaming for air, he breathed onto the clothe and after a few minutes, he went limp. Indicating that he was knocked out on the assassin's hold as Sebastian cautiously took away the white clothe from the [Hair color] haired man's nose and mouth

After checking if [Name] was finalky knocked out, Sebastian turned to look at his boss who stood there looking blankly at the body knocked out on his arms.

After a minute or two, Jim abruptly began to walk towards then as he then kneeled when he was closer and softly caressed the unconscious male's cheek with adoration gleaming through his eyes. "Oh [Name]..." Jim softly said to the unconscious male. Sebastian could only watch and kept quiet as his thought went back to what he had thought earlier when he realize who he was choking to.

This did not end end well for any of them.

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Part One: Congratulations, It’s a Boy. (Two and a Half Men S06E02)

Episode Summary: Sam and the reader investigate a case about missing babies whose parents are being murdered, and upon working a crime scene, discover a baby boy. Dean is called to help after the reader and Sam are unsure of what to do. However, while taking care of the orphaned child, the reader and Dean discover something about themselves—they make decent parents. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 4,210.

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People would go to great length to keep people they loved safe. But, no matter what, tragedy can strike at anytime. And that was the tricky thing about life. Sometimes it can be casual and comfortable, settling you into a routine that almost feels a bit boring, and other times, it kicks you straight in the teeth from how brutal it could be. You can never predict when danger comes. Until you went on the road and started hunting, you lived a relatively quiet life. The only dangers of life you heard were from the news you occasionally watched and the stories the Winchesters boys told you on the occasions they stayed with you. Life was quiet, even a little boring back in the day. Now you spent your days hunting, and the nights by your lonesome. Or, if you were feeling desperate, slip into bed with someone you onced called your best friend. The lines felt a bit blurry of where you ended up with him after coming back from the dead.

You knew you had the options of going back to a life you knew before; a nice, cozy home with empty halls and an empty bed. But that wasn't for you. Dean decided that's what he wanted to do. He wanted to start fresh. Pick a new location to live that was miles away from the house that was left with broken furniture and specs of blood that Dean spent a few hours trying to clean up so Lisa wouldn't notice. She did, eventually. The woman didn't fuss over the broken lamps or stained carpet. It was just things, long as he was okay, that's all that mattered. Dean wished he could see things with the optimistic attitude like she had. But he cared. He looked at that little spot of blood over and over again every morning for three days everything that happened. It was a constant reminder of what kind of danger he was putting the people he loved in. And how easy history could repeat itself on him if he wasn’t careful enough.

He couldn't save you, he couldn't stop his brother from taking the swan dive. And the little spot of blood on the floor made him feel the same gut wrenching anxiety when he realized that Lisa and Ben were put in danger like this. The people he swore to protect, the people that he cared for as they had did for him. It could have been their blood he saw. Dean couldn't let history repeat itself on this family. So, after looking around, he found a nice neighborhood a few states away. And called to rent a house before he even asked Lisa. He couldn't be too safe, anymore.

+ + +

At the age of twenty-nine, you could have had a ring on your finger and a stable job with a degree in some major you went to college for along with mortgaging a house in one of the nice neighborhoods that you had been visiting over the past week. But their manicured lawns and newest minivans in the driveways couldn’t stop the happy families from facing a terrible danger in this quiet town. Something was going on here. Over the past several days you had been following the lead of couples being brutally slaughtered. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Each of them had been new parents of a sixth month old child. And each of them had disappeared without a trace.

You and Sam had been diligent on trying to track this case closely, hoping to find some lead at the next crime scene to figure out who this baby napper was. But you were too late this time. You let out a sigh when you stared at a flyer of the most recent victim of a sixth month old that vanished without a trace, his parents murdered in the house just behind you. The police had been here for the past hour, but even with the help of some fake badges and formal clothing, the detective working the case couldn’t give you any sort of new information from the previous cases that you had been working. It was like someone was sticking to the same routine. But leaving no trace to make a lead that was even the remotely bit useful for anyone.

“Where’d you find them, again?” You managed to take your gaze away from the flyer and to the detective you had been talking to for the past few minutes, hoping to find some new information.

“We found the parents upstairs. Pretty brutal.” He said, nodding his head to the house behind you with the yellow police tape blocking out any citizen that didn’t have a badge. You watched as his face grimaced as he began to recall the scene. You asked him if this could have been a possible break in, the detective shook his head at the theory. “No, alarm never went off.”

“Any leads on the baby?” Sam asked, his eyes lingering to the photocopied picture of the baby for a moment. The detective answered with a no, prompting the younger Winchester to appear worried as he furrowed his brow even more. “So, what do you think? You think it’s okay? Alive?”

The detective answered with an honest hunch, “I did yesterday.”

You let out another quiet sigh from how this situation didn't seem to show any signs of a happy ending. Any hunt with children always sent you on edge, and with the fact that you had several vanishing into thin air only made you feel more tense of what this outcome was going to be. If there was something menacing going on here, time wasn’t on your side. You thanked the detective for helping you and Sam out before you decided to see what the house could offer the both of you in terms of evidence that might help figure out what was going on here. But you were doubtful when you ducked underneath the yellow police tape and headed inside.

+ + +

You spent a good hour and a half going through every square foot of that home, scanning the rooms thoroughly with the EMF reader and keeping in mind for any traces of sulfur. Hell, you even kept an eye out for anything the police might have missed considering how the son of a bitch got into the house to murder the couple and steal a baby. But there was nothing. No emf, no sulfur, not even a broken window. Whoever this was just slipped into a place with the doors and windows locked. Maybe the victims knew their killer. But you made sure to cross off that possible motive early on. Nobody knew each other, the only thing they had in common were being parents to sixth month old children.

You and Sam headed out of the house a short while after you decided there was really nothing else here to look at, like the rest of the crime scenes, you left more confused and angry like before. You gave a smile to the detective you previously talked to and pulled out your phone, deciding to call Samuel and give him the frustrating update. "Hey. Sam and I have been all over this. No sulfur. No EMF. Hell, not even a drop of blood or fingerprints." You said, ducking below the police tape and following behind the younger Winchester. "I hate to say this, but I'm starting to think this isn't our kind of thing." "Four couples slaughtered in one part of the state within days of each other. That's four babies taken from locked houses. Damn it!" Samuel cursed underneath his breath over the line, probably because he was trying to work this new thing called a laptop he had an entire year to learn. But you couldn't teach an old dog new tricks. "Explain to me how any version of that is natural." "Honestly, wish I had some answers. This feels all sorts of wrong to me. And way too gruesome to be one of those Lifetime movies where a deranged woman befriends a pregnant lady and then kills her for the baby." You said, mindlessly speaking with a pop culture reference that made the man on the other line fall silent. "Never mind. I think it's safe to say this one might be for the police. Nothing screams monster...well, our kind, at least." "Okay, so either we've got monsters grabbing babies to make baby stew, or we've got a bunch of psychotic yokels grabbing babies to make baby stew. Either way, it's baby stew, which is bad." Samuel said, painting a gruesome picture that made you grimace at the thought of what might really be going on here. "Yeah..." You agreed with the older man as you slowly looked away from the house across the street and to your friend, who was standing on the sidewalk with a bored looking expression on his face. You furrowed your brow as you placed your hand over the receiver over the phone, all too tempted to call the younger man on his behavior. "Sam, am I boring you, by chance? Do you have some place to be?"

“What? No.” Sam mumbled, his face scrunching up from your sudden hostile behavior. “I get it, Y/N. We’re working the case. I’m focused as you are.”

"Good." You grumbled underneath your breath. You averted your gaze away for a moment to focus your attention back to the conversation with Samuel, but you couldn't help yourself when you made a remark about the younger Winchester's behavior that had been far different the past year from the man you had remembered from a life before. A year ago if he was working this case he was be focused, desperate to find some sort of answer to what the hell was going on here. Now he seemed distant, and more nonchalant than you were comfortable with. "You know, sometimes I wonder about you, Sammy."

“Sometimes I wonder about me too.” You looked at the man from the corner of your eye when you heard Sam whisper a comment to himself, but you heard every part of it. You let out a quiet sigh and finally brought your attention back to Samuel as you dropped your hand back down to your side to continue speaking.

"Well, all of us should go back over everything, see if there's anything we missed." You suggested as you began looking around the outside of the home, curious to see if the police might have missed anything. You saw was mostly just a garden, the wife must have had a green thumb along with recently mowed lawn. But you noticed the sign for an alarm company, you felt a spark ignite in your head. "Hey, detective said the alarm in the house never went off. Could you see if anybody else had a security system from Harper Caine Security."

"Yeah. Sure." Samuel agreed, but he sounded the least bit enthusiastic about it. "Any chance I get to hop on a computer.”

You let out a quiet chuckle and thanked the man for his help before ending the call. You shoved the phone back into your pocket and dropped the smile when you looked over at Sam. Nodding your head to the car, you followed behind him, knowing the both of you had your own work to do to figure out what the hell was going on here.

+ + +

A monster's work was truly never done, and neither was yours until you killed it once and for all. Samuel managed to find a perfect match with the same security company not too long after you had called him earlier in the day. There was another couple not too far away from the previous home you had visited. And conveniently enough, they happened to have a sixth month old baby at home. You and Sam decided it was your best lead to catch this thing off guard. In the dead of night, you narrowed your eyes as you leaned forward in the passenger’s seat to look to see the house across the street. The porch light was off and there was no light coming from any of the windows, which lead you to a few conclusions. Either the family was peacefully sleeping, or you were a little too late for the party.

Either way, you weren’t leaving this place until you were sure the baby inside was safe. You and Sam headed out of the car and stopped to make a quick stop to the trunk, making sure to bring the obligatory guns and flashlights for safety precaution. You didn’t know what, or who, the hell you were about to come in contact with when you stepped inside the house. Whatever it was, it wasn’t snatching another baby on your watch if you could stop it. You concealed the weapon into the back of your jeans as you cautiously looked over your shoulder, making sure there wasn’t any neighbors walking their dog at three in the morning. When the coast was clear, you and Sam began walking toward the house, and passing by the same security system that was nothing more than decoration at this point.

Sam did the honors of picking the lock and swinging open the front door. with ease. Both of you waited for a moment to hear any sort of noise that sounded like regular activity, or footsteps to the front door when someone realized it had opened. You were greeted with silence. Drawing out your gun and flashlight, you began to follow behind, quietly maneuvering around the house until you were greeted with the gruesome slight of what you were expecting to see. You winced to see the father sitting in his recliner, throat slashes with his shirt soaked in blood. His wife laid at his feet, she was flat on her back, probably killed after she saw her attacker and tried to make a run for it. However, what was far different from the other crime scenes were a trail of bloody footprints. You looked over at Sam and raised your brow in curiosity.

The both of you did the next logical step; you followed the bloody footsteps to see where they lead. You walked into what appeared to be the dining room, but in a strange turn of events, the footsteps moved in two directions, straightforward and upstairs. Sam nodded his head to the stairs, deciding to go that route, leaving you alone to inspect the rest of the downstairs by yourself. Inhaling a deep breath, you set your eyes on the first door you had spotted to your right and decided to start there. Ever so slowly, you reached out your free hand turned the knob, all before swinging opening the door and got ready to aim. But there was nothing there. You let out the quietest scoff when you were almost spooked out by a broom closet.

Shutting the door, you began looking around the room again, wondering where a baby snatcher would be hiding. You looked over your shoulder to see there was a door open ever so slightly, and when your eyes dropped to the floor, you noticed the bloody footprints lead directly into the room. You turned your body around and got ready to open up the door even wider to step inside, but it seemed somebody didn’t like that. You barely made it a step before you felt someone place their hands on your chest and you went flying backwards, landing roughly on the floor and your gun went scattering across the floor.

“Sam—” Your first instinct was to call out the younger Winchester’s name to inform him that you had found the baby snatcher. But you were cut off when you felt a hand try to put his grubby fingers near your mouth to silence you. You retaliated by elbowing him in the stomach and swinging your leg up, kicking him at least a foot back and gave you enough time to shout, "Get your hands off me, you son of a bitch!"

You quickly grabbed the knife from your pocket and flicked it open, slashing it across the man’s arm when he tried to attack you again. A simple cut across the forearm made his skin start to sizzle from the contact of pure silver. Your eyes widened in a bit surprise from the reaction as you quickly got ready to stab him for good to stop this once and for all, but it seemed the creature didn’t want to put up a fight. You got back to your feet and watched as he scurried off. You were tempted to follow after, but you looked over at the room he came out of, wondering if he forgot something. There was no way to know for sure until you went looking for yourself.

You cautiously began to make your way into the kitchen as you opened the door and made your way across the wooden floorboards, trying your hardest to be quiet as possible, not sure if the man was working with a partner. Your grip around the knife tightened when you heard the sound of very soft clattering echo across the room, and to the laundry room nestled in the other side. It could have been a cat, it could have been another monster hiding. You quietly made your way over to the table from where the noises were coming from and dropped yourself to a crouch. You counted down to three as you positioned the knife, getting ready to attack. But what you saw when you lifted up the tablecloth was something of happiness, and a bit of despair.

“Hi there, cutie.” You were greeted with the sight of a baby boy, who appeared to have been fine when you took a moment to look him over. Your lips stretched into a warm smile as you quickly put your knife down and reached out to grab him. Cradling him in your arms, you began to rock him back and forth, quietly shushing him as you heard him beginning to start crying. You heard footsteps across the floor, and just a second later, you were greeted with Sam again...who didn’t look the least bit happy at what you were holding. “Congratulations, Sammy. It’s a boy.”

+ + +

This wasn’t good. Not good at all. But you didn’t think it would have required the help of Dean, Sam thought differently. You checked the rearview mirror every few seconds to see the baby was quiet as the younger Winchester raced down the empty highway. You had tried to tell him that Dean wasn’t going to take the bait and come out for this. He was out for good. The man had proved it when he packed up Lisa and Ben to another state, wanting to start fresh. Sam wanted to call his brother. The more help you had on this hunt, the better. You punched in the older Winchester’s new number and made sure to put it on speaker, not giving Sam a chance to talk while driving with an infant in the car. He rolled his eyes from your behavior.

“Sam?” Dean’s worried voice filled the car, he picked up after one ring.

“Y/N and I need your help. Now. We’re working this job.” Sam tried to explain the situation to his older brother, but the man didn’t want to hear it. And the younger Winchester wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Look, I just need you with me on this. Okay?”

“I’m out. I’m staying out.” Dean said. "You've got Y/N. You should be covered."

“Please. She’s only so useful. Make an exception.” Sam nearly hissed at the man, not in the mood to have an argument over the phone. You tossed the man a dirty glare from his remark as he looked to the rearview mirror, spotting the same face that made him grimace and look back to the road. “Look, we’re thirty minutes away. And I will drive to your door if you don’t meet us.”

“What’s so nuts you gotta threaten a damn drive-by?”

+ + +

He honestly thought you were joking at first, but he was still going to meet you to see it with his own two eyes. You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned against the hood of Sam's car, watching as a pale tan truck began to slowly pull up to the dirt road all of you had agreed to meet. Dean didn’t seem the least bit happy when he got out of the truck to greet you and his brother so late at night. He walked forward to the both of you and asked where it was.

“Strapped down in the backseat.” You said, nodding your head to the back of the car. Pushing yourself to your feet, you followed behind as Dean headed to see this for himself. And all it took was one simple glance to see that you were right about what you said. There was, in fact, a sixth month old baby currently occupying the backseat while sitting in his carseat. The older Winchester didn’t seem the least bit amused from what was going on. You gave him a smile at what you dragged him into. “Welcome to the party, Guttenberg.”

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It was the next morning after Dean agreed to meet you and do this case, but there was a few things he needed to do before he could leave Lisa and Ben alone. You weren’t personally happy with the idea of dragging the older Winchester out into the field again when he had a family to take care of now. But you had to admit, with a baby now in your hands, you had to worry about its safety and someone constantly looking out for him. You hadn’t taken your eyes off of him ever since he came into your possession. While you waited for Dean to meet you, you peeked into the backseat window and waved at him, smiling when his lips stretched ever so slightly, showing off his toothless smile. Sam kept his distance, only giving it glances every so often to make sure it was still alive and breathing.

You looked away from the window when you saw Dean's truck finally pull up, meeting you again on the outskirts of town so he could ditch his truck for a few days. He grabbed his duffel bag full of clothes and headed forward. "So," He didn't waste any breath in getting down to business as he made his way to the trunk to stash his belongings. "What do we know about this thing?"

“Well, uh, it was fast. And it freaked when Y/N cut it with silver.” Sam explained the situation as he followed behind, knowing the information of this monster being affected by silver narrowed it down to about everything nasty out there. “We got a ghoul, a zombie, a shifter or about a dozen other things.”

“I don’t recall seeing babynapping in the profile.” Dean said. You scoffed underneath your breath and opened up the backseat door, knowing there was one thing he was right about. You made sure, yet again, the baby was secured tightly in the car seat. You smiled and began to talk to him in a cooing and soft voice. Dean looked over his shoulder to see that he was just staring at you with not much of an expression. “Well, feel free to speak up if you know anything.”

"That would make our lives so much better. Yes, it would. Huh, cutie?" You asked the baby as he began to smile ever so slightly from Dean's question. You let out a quiet laugh and reached out to quietly play with him, but you became distracted for a moment when you heard a quiet alarm going off. "Seatbelt, Dean."

"What am I in, third grade?” The oldest Winchester grumbled, not seeming the least bit happy when he was forced to take a safety precaution. “A car should drive, not be a bitch."

You were about to tell Dean to watch his language around the baby, but it seemed that he was rather amused. He began to babble quietly and made this littlest noise that sounded like he was trying to blow out air. “Crap.” You muttered underneath your breath, suddenly it hit you of how unprepared the three of you were. “We’re gonna need to get some supplies.”

“We have a whole arsenal in the trunk, Y/N.” Sam said.

“What? No, that’s not what I’m talking about.” You said, shaking your head. “Baby supplies.”

You watched as the brothers’ faces began to drop ever so slightly at the realization of how much harder this was going to be than you expected. Sam turned the car on and hit the gas, hitting the nearest store for whatever the three of you were going to need to keep this thing alive. You let out a quiet sigh and looked at the baby for a moment. He stared at you, and lucky for him, he had no clue of what the hell was going on here.

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orcinus-ocean · 7 years ago

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July 6th

Today it is 18 years since a man was found dead in the back pool with Tilikum.

While anti-zoo books and films try to spin it as if Tilikum, the "deranged psychotic killer" aggressively ripped this man apart and "paraded him on his back as a trophy", the truth is likely something else entirely. I'm not a killer whale behavior expert and I never knew Tilikum myself, but I'm speculating based on people who did.

Daniel Dukes, a 27 year old man brought swimming trunks with him to SeaWorld, and stayed after hours to jump in the pool with a killer whale. In those days there wasn't as much security as today, so no one was watching the pool. The autopsy report reveals Mr. Dukes had no drugs in his system, so he wasn't "high" as some claim.

We will probably never know the reasons behind his actions, but it was unlikely to be suicide as killer whales weren't seen as "killers" back then, Tilikum's story wasn't well-known by the public, and Mr. Dukes couldn't possibly know this one whale was not trained for waterwork like the others. He probably thought he was going to swim with a killer whale as easily as the trainers in the show.

Tilikum's only exposure to humans in the pool had ended badly before. In Iceland, he was described as very sweet, but got angry once when he was to be separated from the other two whales, and pulled a trainer under and tore at his wetsuit. Not strange at all, he was an angry three year old and not a killer.

The next time - as he was never trained for waterwork, along with the other whales he lived with - a trainer fell in the small sea pen at Sealand of the Pacific. The three whales pulled her under until she drowned. But as the females were very dominant over Tilikum, who was a very submissive whale, it's unlikely he had a big part in her death.

Then eight years passed and he lived at SeaWorld, never with a trainer in the water unless separated by a gate. He had no reinforcement history with humans in the water, and had no idea how to act with them. What was a fun, rewarding and interactive creature on land simply became a flimsy, dangly object to him in the water. They don't look the same, they don't act the same in the water as on land.

So in jumps a man Tilikum has never seen before, in weird clothes he has never encountered before, and tries to interact with him. Daniel Dukes was not as severely injured as Dawn by any stretch, simply bruises and postmortem lacerations. The water in the killer whale pools is only 12 degrees celsius. It takes about an hour to die in that water temperature, far less to become stiff, immobile and get difficulty breathing from the cold.

The cause of death was drowning. Whether that was by inability to swim in the cold water or being dragged down by Tilikum, we will never know. But many of his injuries, including avulsion of his scrotum, happened after death. I've seen it described that in the morning when the scene was discovered, he was on the back of Tilikum, who was making distress calls. He could not understand why the human in his pool was not moving, and was very distressed. The anti-zoo activists call this "parading him around", "look at what I'm capable of". But think of cetacean behavior for a minute.

When a cetacean sees another animal in distress, they will push them to the surface to breathe. I've seen adult dolphins towing a dead baby dolphin on their backs in a desperate hope to get it to live. It is a very base instinct in these animals. There is no such thing as "parading a victim around on your back" in whale behavior. If Tilikum killed him on purpose, he would have been found at the bottom of the pool. And a quote by a friend, who’s done more research on this than me:

“So some scientists are hailing Tilikum as a hero for trying to save Dukes. Of course, being an orca, this would be a clumsy effort since the man is so much smaller than him, so he would have to use his teeth to maneuver the man, hence the injuries on Duke's body.“

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I don't wish to disrespect Mr. Dukes or his death. Tons of people have unfortunately already ridden on his death and three others (Keltie, Dawn and Alexis), in order to further their agenda, which in many cases, involves big money. What Mr. Dukes did was stupid and reckless, but he does not deserve to have his death being used in that way.

Tilikum is the most misrepresented whale that has ever lived. Keltie's death he likely had nothing to do with. Daniel he might have drowned, but most likely saw first as a toy and then displayed distress and was very upset that the man wasn't moving. Dawn he most definitely killed, violently, but this was most likely because of the alarm ringing, startling him to pull her in, and the more distressed and loud the people got over the situation, the more desperate Tilikum was to "keep Dawn safe", close to him. When her body was under a tarp and he was in the water again, he refused to leave her.

The trainers who worked with Tilikum described him as a “child in the body of a six ton whale” (anthropomorphic but to get the idea). How affectionate and fun-loving he was, much more so than most adult males. His behavior, throughout his last 26 years at SeaWorld, does not in any way match that of a deranged, psychotic serial killer, hating his life or hating his trainers. Not only that, it's ludicrous and anthropomorphic in the extreme.

Continuing the quote above:

“So if this is the case, it is plausible that Tilikum may have, (in a terrified, confused and panicked state) have tried to exhibit the same natural behaviour when Dawn slipped into the water. In both cases, a human fell into the water (where they were not supposed to be) and both were in distress. If Tilikum's pod mentality kicked in, his knee-jerk impulse is going to be to get them to the surface. And if a massive creature like Tilikum attempts to do this with a puny human, (and in a state of extreme duress) it is going to appear to us to look horrifically violent. [...] What I find intriguing about both of these cases, is that if Tilikum's natural pod instincts were kicking in and he was instinctively trying to get the two humans to the surface for air, this would mean that Tilikum considers humans to be part of his pod. If this is true, it discredits everything in the ARA playbook. [...] Some random info about Tilikum that I've gathered from online and conversations with people: sources seem very consistent that Tilikum was a favourite among trainers at every facility he has ever lived in. He was sweet, special, sensitive, playful, childlike, and very fascinated by humans and eager to please them. If a trainer was doing something random near the pool, they'd turn around and Tilikum's face would be peeking out of the water at them, watching attentively. He also seemed to thrive when he performed in the shows - mostly splashing. You probably already know that Tilikum was not allowed to perform after the accident for a while. (I believe it was pressure from activists) The trainers began to notice that when Tilikum was not performing, he failed to thrive. His health deteriorated. (physical and psychological) Until they finally said, just screw it. Let's put him back in the shows. His first show back, Tilikum was welcomed by a sold-out crowd and received a standing ovation. His health and well-being bounced back after that.“

#timeline #Tilikum #SeaWorld #Daniel Dukes #Dawn Brancheau #Blackfish #Death at SeaWorld #my articles

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dbarajas03-blog · 6 years ago

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ERIC BROOKS aka BLADE

Eric Brooks, a vampire slayer whose half-human and half-vampire is definitely one of Marvel’s oldest characters. Debuting in July 1973, Blade is quite interesting with having all the powers of a vampire while having only one weakness, a thirst for blood. In his story, it shows the struggle of Blade trying to avenge the death of his mother by searching for Deacon Frost, a vampire responsible for Blade’s powers. Through this post, we will see how Blade deserves more than given, as many don’t seem to think much of this badass vampire slayer.

Powers and Abilities

Blade was born a half human/vampire hybrid, the enzymes in Blade's blood made him immune to normal vampire bites, uniquely attuned to sensing the supernatural and resistant to aging. Since being bitten by Morbius, Blade has gained many of the traditional powers of the vampire without developing their weaknesses. He has superhuman strength, senses, and stamina, plus an accelerated healing factor. Blade is born as a Dhampir. This altered his skeletal and cardiac muscle system on a cellular level. His skeletal muscles are more dense, more efficient and faster, allowing him to produce short and fast bursts of excessive force. Although this requires a lot of stamina, his cardiac muscle system has changed as well accordingly. The cardiac muscle system provides the skeletal muscle enough nutrition to allow his body to perform for several hours of maximum combat before fatigue begins to impair him. His hardened and thickened skeletal system support his superhuman strength somewhat contributing to his enhanced durability. He possesses the strength sufficient to lift about 1 ton. As Spider Hero, he showed exceptional prowess in sorcery and the supernatural. He assumed that Photon's light mimicry of Shuma-Gorath's shields would buy them time, and was able to guide Power Man to utilize his chi in much greater and diverse ways that he never had before, creating an astral tiger to defeat him on both levels as he had theorized. Blade is practically proficient in every form of weaponry known to man. His particular specialty is the use of edged weapons, be they teakwood daggers or swords. Blade is a master in the use of small bladed weapons and can hurl knives with great accuracy. Blade also shows great skill with firearms, including both automatic and semi-automatic, which he often modifies to fire hollow-point, garlic-filled silver bullets. After training with Jamal Afari and various other private instructors, his main form of combat is a mixture of Boxing, Capoeira, Escrima, Jeet Kune Do, Hapkido, Jujutsu, Shotokan Karate, Kung Fu, and Ninjutsu. Blade is unaffected by direct exposure to sunlight, whereas most vampires are either rendered comatose during the daylight hours or are quickly incinerated when exposed directly to sunlight. Vampires are also highly allergic to silver, supposedly because of the metal's mystical purity. As a result, silver blades or bullets are capable of killing vampires. If not killed, and merely injured, it will take a vampire much longer to heal than if the injury had been inflicted by another material. Blade himself could be injured by a silver weapon, much as an ordinary human would, but his healing powers would be able to heal it as if it were an ordinary wound. Blade is also immune to the effects of religious icons, such as crucifixes, whereas vampires are rendered almost powerless when confronted by them.

Bio

First, he was born in Soho, London, in 1929. His father, Lucas Cross, a member of the secret society the Order of Tyrana, sent his pregnant wife Tara to England before he was taken as a prisoner in Latveria. There she took the name "Vanessa Brooks" and found shelter with brothel owner Madame Vanity, another member of the Order of Tyrana. Experiencing labor complications, Tara was forced to seek a doctor's assistance. The doctor, Deacon Frost, was actually a ravenous vampire and feasted on the woman as she gave birth, passing on a series of enzymes that altered her baby. The enzymes entered the infant's bloodstream, transforming him into a being tainted by a vampire's kiss, but not converted. In other words half-man, half-vampire. Frost was driven away before he could slay the child, but Tara perished, leaving the orphaned Eric Brooks to be raised at Madame Vanity's brothel. While he was growing up on the street of London, he ran into American veteran Vampire Slayer, Jamal Afari and saved him from being killed by vampires with a grudge against the old man. Afari soon learned about Eric and his origins and decided to take him under his wing, becoming his mentor and foster-father and helping him to control his powers. Afari taught Eric everything he knew about hunting, fighting, and killing vampires. Blade in his original costume. Determined to avenge his mother's death, Eric fashioned himself into a vampire hunter like Afari while still a teenager and started calling himself Blade, after the sharp weapons with which he used to kill vampires. Finally, Blade and Afari split up when Jamal willingly took the fall for murder when Blade killed a man (who was suffering from a derangement), whom he mistook for a vampire. After stalking the night on his own for a number of years, Blade became a part of a small band of like-minded individuals hunting Dracula consisting of Musenda, Orji, Ogun, and Azu. Blade went to Dracula and told him he represented a group of men who believed that in another sixty years vampires would rule the world, and that realizing humanity had no chance against their "superior," Blade would offer his and his associates assistance to carry on Dracula's bidding during the daytime. Blade further enticed Dracula with this idea telling him that they had facilitated a plan that would speed up global conquest by vampires to only ten years. Intrigued, Dracula agreed to go with Blade to meet his associates. Dracula met these associates: Ogun, Azu, Musenda, and Orji. However, Dracula would soon find that this was all a trap and that they were really a group of vampire killers. They nearly succeeded in destroying Dracula by driving a stake into his heart. It was during this battle that Blade's companion would try out wooden knives of his own design and find that they work just as well as stakes. However, Dracula soon was resurrected by his servants and exacted revenge by murdering the band of vampire hunters, leaving only Musenda and Blade alive.

On November 7, 1972, the murder of a bat-like monster in New York brought Blade's attention. When looking for the corpse in a morgue, he discovered Kaluu investigating the body with magic and attacked him believing him to be a vampire and an enemy. As soon as detective James Lucas, Constance Molina, and Adam Brashear arrived at the scene, the fight was stopped when Blade realized he was among allies. They started investigating the murder as soon as The Bear appeared, and presented herself as the killer of that creature, in self-defense, as she wanted to prevent the Deathwalkers from using it for sacrifice. The Bear explained that she herself was the result of a failed attempt of the Deathwalkers to extinguish humanity in 1908 and that they would try to do it again. With the mystery solved, the people present formed the Mighty Avengers and went to find the Deathwalkers. Kaluu tracked down the magic they used in the were-bat to a secret subway below the City Hall. The Mighty Avengers then attacked the Deathwalkers before they could make their sacrifice. After Blade recovered the Talisman of Kamar-Taj, which was required to perform the sacrifice, Adam Brashear caused the subway to collapse above the Deathwalkers. With the Deathwalkers stopped, the team disbanded.

Blade, still looking for his mothers killer, found a clue leading to their apartment. Blade attacked the occupant, but the vampire was revealed to be Hannibal King, the vampire detective. Hannibal easily defeated Blade but due to their mutual mission, they decided to work together. They waited in Frost's apartment for his recent victim to rise as a vampire. When he awoke, he explained that he had dug up a coffin containing an exact copy of Blade. Blade and Hannibal King continued their hunt for Deacon Frost, they wondered how Frost intended to take over the world with a duplicate of Blade. Blade and King went to London so Blade could visit Saffron. Blade and King found the "Doppelgänger" and he revealed that he was created to destroy the original. The two fought, but Blade stopped when the two began to fuse together on contact. Hannibal King tried to rush to Blade's rescue, however, he was too late to stop the merger from completing. With the vampire doppelgänger in full control of their unified body, it set its sights on King. The Doppelgänger attacked King, and despite his savage fury, he is easily fought off by King who stabbed the faux-Blade in the chest with one of his own wooden daggers, defenestrating the imitator, allowing Hannibal to escape. King fled from the vampire doppelgänger of Blade and their fight crashed into Dracula's party with Deacon Frost in attendance. Furious of Blade's interruption of his party, Dracula attacked and was shocked to find his longtime vampire hunter foe to be a vampire himself. Blade appears to have the upper hand when he stabs Dracula in the back with one of his wooden daggers. However, Dracula turns around and mocking the fake Blade's inferior skill to the original impaled the vampire doppelgänger in the chest with a stake, killing him.

Deacon Frost teamed up with Marie Laveau to take over organized crime in New Orleans as a staging area for greater conquests. Blade was alerted by Bible John, and the two fought Dracula and later Marie Laveau, who was attempting to resurrect Varnae. It appeared that King and Drake had somehow been merged into Dracula when he was resurrected, but the two had since been freed. Deacon captured Blade, Hannibal King, and Brother Voodoo to establish his rep among the undead in a power grab. The heroes freed themselves from the trap and Blade battled Deacon Frost to a stalemate. Deacon escaped and Blade vowed again to hunt him down. In New Orleans, Blade teamed with Brother Voodoo to stop Marie Laveau and Deacon Frost's plans to build an undead army. Later, Blade and Spider-Man encountered the vampire Henry Sage and learned of the development of the Daywalker formula, a version of the Sunlight Serum. Blade helped Spider-Man try to capture their former ally Morbius, who was under the control of a vampire known as the Hunger. During the battle, Morbius bit Blade, but his blood enzymes were not enough to protect him from Morbius' unique form of vampirism. This transformed Blade into a Daywalker: a vampire able to move about in the sunlight and lacking most of the vampire's traditional weaknesses. Blade was now driven by bloodthirst, however, but he was able to hold it back with a serum. Back in New Orleans, he was contacted by Dominique Levant who led him into the midst of a vampiric coup which involved Morbius and the powerful Ulysses Sojourner. Sojourner sought to unify all vampires on the East Coast, but Blade was able to stop his plans.

Blade found the Punisher hiding on a rooftop he was viewing a deal between vampires and some thugs. The Punisher emerged from the shadows the two drew their weapons, Blade eventually lowered his and told the Punisher, that if he shot him, the vampires below would know. Then the Punisher attached a silencer to his gun and shot Blade in the back, Blade remains unharmed and they argued. They turn their attention to the crime below. Blade admitted that he admired the Punisher but suddenly there was an explosion a few blocks away, the vampires think it is the thugs and try to eat them, but Blade and Punisher jumped from the roof to kill them all.

Blade was forced to battle Xarus son of Dracula as he unites the various Vampire Sects. The X-Men are attacked by a siege of Vampires, but Blade was around to lend a hand. The vampires are now using technology to protect them from sunlight. Dracula arrived at Utopia and offered his assistance in defeating his son. With vampire activity in San Francisco escalating, Cyclops gave the order for the X-Men to tackle their foe, find out what their next move was. He had Blade teaming up with Angel in taking down a few vampires at a rock-and-roll concert. Blade and the X-Men have to battle wave after wave of attacking Vampires. With Dracula in the Xarus tried ordering his minions to help him, but receives no support. Blade didn't see eye-to-eye with Cyclops and charged at Dracula, only to knocked unconscious with an optic blast. Cyclops then reminded Dracula of their previous, unspoken agreement. After a short stare down, Dracula called Cyclops' bluff, but nonetheless, decided to end hostilities with mutants, even giving Jubilee back to them. Jubilee was put in isolation. Blade believed that the only solution was to put her out of her misery. Wolverine warned him not to, prompting the vampire hunter to leave.

Blade, when he secretly arrived at New York to ask for assistance by Spectrum, he adopted the former identity of Hawkeye’s (Ronin). He joined the Mighty Avengers assisting them to Attilan and them helping him. Ronin was attacked by ninja were-snakes, which were sent by the Deathwalkers, who had discovered Blade's disguise, to get the Talisman of Kamar-Taj. Numerous other creatures were sent to hunt down Blade, and he was ultimately defeated by were-roosters. Blade was then brought to the Deathwalkers, who planned to use him for a sacrifice. Even though he escaped captivity after being drained a portion of his blood, and the Mighty Avengers located him, Blade couldn't prevent the Deathwalkers from finishing their ritual. The successfully-finished ceremony merged them together into the Deathwalker Prime, a creature with control over the four elements, thus power over the fifth: the spirit, which would be the key for it to destroy humankind. However, the Mighty Avengers managed to get hold of the cup used in the ritual of merging, and using a similar procedure merged themselves into the Avenger Prime, which managed to destroy the Deathwalker Prime, mainly because unlike the Deathwalker, the different personas merged into it were truly spiritually bonded, while the personas composing the Deathwalker were fighting for control

Significance

Blade provides a significant and well-supported character that is versatile in many ways. Blade has been affiliated with the X-Men and the Mighty Avengers, even the Punisher. Although he starred in a trilogy of solo movies, he hasn’t been introduced into the MCU and unfortunately, most likely won’t. However, I still believe Blade has a lot of potential now. I think he should be given a cinematic tv series on Netflix or Hulu perhaps as his story would be well told through tv media. Blade can be related to by many people as he had no parents to guide him through life, toughening him to be this hardened man who depends on no one. This shows how his struggles as a person affect him as a hero and giving the story drama to entice people to watch. Proven, this will make Blade a character perfect to binge on the weekend.

References:

https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Eric_Brooks_(Earth-616)

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