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Tripod Baby wasn't the ending theme for Shadow Generations 0/10 game
#Shadow doesn't have the brushing back his quills idle animation -2/10 game#/j in all seriousness tho the game is AMAZINNNGG#I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT#Funny how avoiding everything about a release title until you experience it fully yourself can be so gratifying#I finally get to hear people's opinions on it and wait what was that? they hate this or that? Huhh??? What do you meaaaaan?????#Also: WHAT DO YOU MEAN they're handing out ranks like candy on Shadow Gens#When I play like ass I get ass ranks and Shadow gives me the stink eye and it makes me feel awful so I work harder for a higher rank#how the hell are y'all getting A or S ranks first try on acts 1?#If anything the game that is hysterically generous with its ranks is base generations. Playing both games side by side is funny as hell#Shadow will be over here busting his tail out to get a perfect clear on levels#and Sonic will fumble all over the place like an idiot and be like heeeyy I don't give a shit! Get a B! Actually let's round it up to an A!#because!#playing as Shadow feels so gooood it's like I'm fully on control and not stupidly slamming my way through everything like with Sonic lol#getting a B rounded up to an A after beating the shit out of Shadow in the silliest way was insulting and so so funny#Anyway even things I could quote en quote criticise about the game I think aren't that big of a deal#Like yeahh no callback to an 05 level is a sin but you know what? I forgive them. They cooked#and it was delicious#got everything I wanted out of it and I'm satisfied#shutupcaguay
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Αιώνια αγάπη (DT AU), pt. 12
12: Once a god falls from grace
Summary: Apollo and Hermes work on their plan to take vengeance against the gods, but a lapse in judgement will condemn them both. More than one reunion will come their way unexpectedly.
Warnings: angst, mentions of sexual abuse, murder
Word count: 3.2k
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Special thanks to @godlydolans for being in the story as Yashi Singh!
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Αιώνια αγάπη (DT Modern Greek god/frat! AU) MASTERLIST
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One year later ~ Mount Olympus
"Bring. Him. In." Zeus spoke through gritted teeth, the thunder rumbling and echoing thought the halls.
All around, the gods have gathered to bear witness to what may very well be unheard of in their ranks. Each of them wear a shocked look on their faces, some of them disgust and others anger as well. None of them truly care for the victim, not anyone but two individuals who stood by the throne, both saddened and furious, demanding retribution for their pain.
Only a moment after, a portal opens, the white lights dancing as a guard steps through, another one following, both of them holding tightly onto a muscled arm as they pull the offender through the portal and throw him forward, down on his knees.
Shaking slightly, the prisoner looks up, his defiance still clear to any who cared to glance his way, the position he's locked in unnerving him, but there are no signs of any regret on his face.
Hair tousled into a perfect mess even now, even when his life hangs in the balance. His eyes are dark, like the moon eclipsed and snuffed out any light inside. His chiselled face is bloodied and bruised, darkened by the dirt of the holding room. The only clear sign of his identity are his skull pendant on the gold chain around his waist and the messenger wings he slowly grew out over the past year he's been home.
"What have you say for yourself, boy?!" Zeus raises his voice, his brown orbs sparking blue as his heartbreak is abundantly clear.
"What possessed you to kill a god? The ruler of the underworld? Your uncle?!" Zeus stepped closer, the bolt of lighting in his hand nearly hitting Hermes as his father fought the restrain Poseidon provided for him. His other uncle, the supposedly kind one...the rapist as Hermes saw him. Just as his father is.
"Someone had to be god enough to protect Persephone from him. You obviously weren't." Hermes spat, his bloody spit tainting the purity of marble stone before him.
Poseidon stepped forward, his black curls a mess as he obviously pulled at the ends, his stormy blue eyes enchanting to any man or woman who glimpses them, even for a moment. His beard trimmed, he looked comely as ever. His body is what poets write about, his white - human shirt fitting him perfectly.
But his eyes didn't enchant Hermes as he glared his way, the blue skies turning into flames as their gazes met.
"I say we kill him. He's had no trouble dealing out his own punishment. Let him taste the nothingness death provides." Disgusted, Poseidon turns around to the rest of the gods, his arms open as he gestures - such a politically charged individual, Hermes thought. Befitting someone like him, for he did crave the seat Zeus held for so long. But then again, his proposal had showed his violent, ill tempered tendencies are still at large. He could never pace himself.
"Rip him to pieces or perhaps punish him as we did Prometheus. He gets his liver eaten by eagles every day for an eternity, chained to a rock as the stink of his own rotting flesh hits him over and over again in the scorching heat. Something like that?" Poseidon lets a smile slip, his words vicious as is his character. Such beauty on the outside, but a venomous snake on the inside.
"Or you can recognize you've made a mistake by not eliminating Hades in the first place and give Hermes the Underworld as he deserved it. He did what none of you could. He saved Persephone!" Apollo steps in from the shadows, unable to watch his brother be scrutinized by the rest of them. Everyone thinks they're better than he is, but they are silent partners to each other's crimes. Rarely anyone had ever been punished as severely as he and his brother were.
Or so he thought. The year he spent on Mount Olympus has been quite illuminating.
A year ago ~ Mount Olympus
"SHE'S GOT KIDS! Bro!" Hermes falls straight to his ass, ignoring the searing pain spreading up his spine as result. He felt his lungs collapse, the breath trapped inside, unable to come out as he chokes on his own spit and clutches his chest.
"Bro, I'm having a heart attack! Can gods have heart attacks?!" Hermes proceeds to panic while Apollo stands with his eyes on his little window to Earth, rattled to the core and itching to scream at the top of his lungs. But nothing came out. Not a single sound, let alone a scream. It felt like his skin is crawling and his heart is tearing itself to pieces like it's made of paper.
"Three years?! One of us has two beautiful little kids with the most amazing human being that has ever walked the Earth and she has spent the past three years alone?!" Gasping for air, Hermes felt his wits fade away, desperation taking root right next to the tree of love that grew for Y/N and blossomed in every weather - cold or not.
"What do we do? I can't let my kids grow up without a dad." Hermes' little whine is what sets Apollo off, giving him the strength to speak.
"THOSE COULD BE MY KIDS TOO!" Speak? Well, more like screamed until the heavens shook at the might of his emotions. Apollo felt faint, as if his body is drained of blood and he is nothing but a lifeless corpse whose soul remained on Earth and split into three pieces - one for each of the kids and one for Y/N...the only woman he ever loved. Unlike Hermes, he never felt anything for any woman ever since he was created. He wasn't impressed by the lavish beauties of any dimension. Until she came to his life and to live without Y/N felt like the greatest punishment of all.
And that's when he realized it.
"This is a part of our punishment. Even if only one returned, the other would be a consolation prize. Living life with knowledge you just weren't good enough, waiting to die a mortal death. The other would remain up here, watching life unfold and suffering as the only two people in his life moved on. But this? This is genius! We both lose her! Neither of us meet our children and we watch them all until they've gone...Hecate's line continues, but we hate ourselves until the end of time, eventually forcing us to part ways as well." Apollo shakes his head, giggling.
"You will go down to the Underworld brother and you will kill Hades once I send word. Our sister will be free of the monster. And I...I'll get support up here. I find gods who will stand with us to take down Zeus and Poseidon as well and take the reigns once more. We will see Y/N again. I promise you that."
And in that moment, the brothers shared an understanding. They both had their roles to play, duties to fulfill and tasks to accomplish if they ever had any hope of meeting with their love ever again. Spelling the globe, Apollo gave his brother a small piece he could use to not only contact him, but to see Y/N and the kids again. He felt the pain Hermes bore for he lived with it too. He couldn't deny his brother a small kindness as such.
Apollo worked tirelessly, speaking to every god or goddess he believed would stand for him, revealing new truths as time went on.
"May I please have a word with you, sister?" Apollo's first stop was his twin sister, Artemis. The goddess of hunt and the moon, the eternal virgin or as she called herself - pure. She was the other part of his soul, one they shared in the womb - his older sister and his protector who helped him come into the world. She was his favorite sister at that.
"Speak, my dear brother. You always have my ear." She smiled fondly, pushing back her long blonde hair. It's unusual for her to have her hair down as she usually has it pinned up in a bun, her dark brown eyes soft as she looked at her twin with love. Artemis always had a weak spot for her brother, especially grateful for his assistance when Orion decided to try and take her virginity against her will. She was never more happy to have taught him archery than in that moment.
"Can you promise me your silence as well?" Raising her brow, Artemis then frowned and set her lips in a thin line as she leaned in and gazed at her brother favorably.
"Always." After finding out the torture her brother went through, agreeing on his quest to take Mount Olympus back, she was prepared to hunt - but not animals this time. After all, her father and uncles have long forsaken the values a god should pertain, not only allowing horrid things happen to women around them, but doing them themselves.
His next stop was the woman who gave him life, Hera, the goddess of marriage. Apollo could see his mother is unhappy, chained to the monster his father became, the animal she could never escape.
Her long blonde hair fell across her shoulder-blades, curls styled to perfection to make her life seem better than it is. Her eyes are lighter, a deep green that neither Hermes or Artemis possess, but neither did he. They inherited their father's dark looks, while Artemis had the luck of only having his eyes. The rest of her was all Hera. Athena had the same fortune, while Persephone and Aphrodite were lucky to be like Hera entirely.
"I knew you'd find me here." She spoke carefully, each word pronounced slowly and correctly. She turned her body slightly, angling her head until she could look at her son with precision a laser couldn't match.
"You've changed a lot over the centuries. I can see you've grown, my son." She offers him a smile, outstretching her arm. With a flick of her delicate wrist, she called him over to stand beside her, watching the landscape of a garden she designed herself. It's breathtaking, true, but it's also a lie. Just another way for her to escape the reality of her nightmare.
"And I see you've grown more fearful." Apollo sighs, noticing his mother inhale sharply at the disappointed tone her son used with her.
"I know what you're planning to do." Whispering, Hera slid her hand in her son's large hand, her own shaking.
"And I want to help."
It didn't take much to talk his mother into it, not at all. He didn't bother asking how she knew about his plans, but he felt at ease with the knowledge he had someone else with him.
"She's lovely. The kids too." But it didn't take much for Apollo to break down and fall to his knees, hugging his mother's waist as he laid his head on her stomach.
Hera agreed to talk to some of the gods herself, leaving Apollo with the task of convincing Athena, the most logical and wise of them all to take a stand too - the goddess of war and wisdom. If you need anyone on your side, it's her.
"And why would I help?" She pursed her lips, walking around Apollo who was at his wits end. He wanted to attack as soon as possible because every moment spent talking was another moment he lost with Y/N and the kids he was certain were of his blood.
"Because each of them sinned against you. Poseidon the most." Apollo was reaching, bringing up ancient history.
"I've dealt with that...incident." Athena glides a hand over he tight, brown haired bun, straightening her dress right after. Apollo knew he hit the mark.
"Did you? Because you turned your most loyal servant into a monster because she was raped by your uncle in your temple?" Apollo couldn't hide his disdain for the action for he could never understand why Athena would punish the poor woman for Poseidon's lack of morals and kindness.
"I had to!" Athena swiftly turned around, facing Apollo with a pulsating vein appearing on her forehead. He definitely struck a nerve.
"I couldn't do anything to punish him for defiling her and the sacred temple! The punishment is death, Apollo! I couldn't kill her for a sin she didn't commit! I certainly had no power to harm him. I could only turn her into Medusa, send her to exile and hope the snakes on her head protect her where I failed! They were supposed to protect her from vile men like our father and uncles!" Athena screamed, her throat raw as she rehashed her greatest failure.
"And I will help. I want to be there when the bastards draw their last breaths."
While his plan worked, it took him almost a year to gather any influence on Mount Olympus. He spent his time watching over Y/N and planning.
Hermes wasn't as patient.
He played his part of a dutiful god, helping souls cross over and placing them where they belonged. He tortured those who deserved it, smiled at his uncle as if he meant it, only to picture tearing him limb by limb once he turned his back on him.
Hades was always grim, striking fear in everyone. His long black hair left him looking unkempt, even though each strand was cleaned and combed by Persephone herself. His solemn, mournful look never quite disappeared, the pain of knowing Persephone wasn't with him by choice haunting him, even now. His blue eyes resembled the skies after rainfall, shimmers of happy under the terrible sadness. His beard is long, but very well maintained, not reaching too far from the chin. He still looked as a middle aged human, despite centuries of being alive, just as his father and uncle Poseidon did. Gods do age, but the process is so slow they might as well be immortal.
Managing to speak to his young sister, Hermes found little comfort in the lack of any action on his part. She didn't seem to mind her position much anymore. In fact, it looked like she's embraced her fate.
"I've come to respect my husband. Even care for him sometimes." She told him in confidence, sighing deeply right after as she trained her eyes to the ground, hiding her face from her brother. She meant it though. Hades wasn't horrible to her, rather a very agreeable. He gave her anything she asked of him, but it drained her to be trapped in literal hell. She's a goddess that represents spring but lives in eternal darkness.
"Don't you want more? To go home? Be free of the constant sound of screaming in the back of your mind?!" Hermes insisted, taking both her hands in his right one, his left cupping her cheek as he saw her lips tremble.
"Of course I do. But it can never be."
Hermes made her a promise to rescue her all those centuries ago, but he failed. Completely and utterly failed his sister and he never forgot that. The sting of her misery never left him and he wasn't going to fail her again. One pomegranate seed eaten an eternity ago shouldn't define her entire existence. In hindsight he should have warned her eating anything Hades offers her would tie her to the Underworld for good. He won't make the same mistake twice.
However, with each passing day, Hermes grew more bitter and unsteady, finding his fantasies of killing his uncle harder to keep at bay. The worst of it came whenever he'd see Y/N and his children, especially if he was mentioned or if his love shed a tear. He longed to be beside her, have an arm around her when she cried. Hell, she'd never cry if he was with her. He'd make sure she never does.
A year passed and all he got from his brother was reassurement things are going according to plan. But he wasn't in the Underworld, forced to be the worst version of himself. Inside the darkness, he let his hatred bloom until it took over. In his wrath, Hermes used dark magic, enchanting his golden chain that laid across his hips. Magic he used was draining, but effective, for when he wrapped the chain around Hades' neck, it burned his skin and pressed deeper every time the god tried to fight his death. However, he didn't fight for long, rather allowed Hermes to exact his revenge, welcoming death as an old friend rather than an enemy.
Present time ~ Mount Olympus
"There should be a trial." Athena stepped forth, her wisdom always appreciated as Zeus instantly nodded, agreeing.
"In all the time he's been alive, Apollo, Persephone, Hecate, Yashi Singh and Y/N Y/L/N have been the most relevant to his character." Zeus mentioning Hecate had Hermes and Apollo's hearts nearly stopping, but the mention of Y/N completely terrified them.
Apollo wanted nothing more than to add onto his brother's misery by kicking him while he's down for doing something so stupid when his plans would come to in less than a month. He wanted to tear the heavens apart because Y/N would be dragged into this mess and all because a his brother couldn't control his impulses.
Clapping his hands together, Zeus effectively brought Yashi to stand to Hermes' left, Hecate to his right. He turned his head in denial from left to right, watching two of his paramores glare him down, but Apollo's hands grabbing him to face forward is what stopped the very breath in his throat.
Y/N stood before them all, confused and terrified as she looked around, two little humans holding onto her legs, each claiming one as their prize possession. She paled, tucking her hair behind her ears before bending down ever so slightly, her hands each situated at the back of her children's backs.
That's when she truly notices not only Ethan on his knees, looking like he's a step away from imminent death, but Grayson who looks like he's about to pass out. However, seeing Hecate is when she feels panic spreading through her veins, clouding her judgement.
She's older, fresh out of college. She was supposed to start a new job, move back home so the kids have a good place to grow up in and now she's either completely mad or she's standing in Mount Olympus, something terrible looming over her head.
That's when Zeus spoke, not allowing Y/N to even come closer to her once upon a time, to even touch them.
"You are all here to bear witness what happens when a god falls from grace."
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Harold
“What the fuck Harold!” Janey pulled up her garment over her chest as she caught a glimpse of the next door neighbor’s head clearing the window sill. “You have a ton of nerve!”, she spat at him as his finger pushed back the Cheez Whiz snots that came driveling out of a pig-like sobbing snout. “I just wanted to talk . . . alone.”, the fat boy whined in a low monotone. “Just get the Hell out of here before I call the cops!”, she yelled hopping up and down like some preteen little bitch. The ladder scrapped loudly for a long instant then fell into silence for a half of a moment until the sound of a deadened impact on turf accompanied by another louder whine relieved the tension giving the young woman pause to laugh. “Serves you right you big moron!” The whimpering died away as the top of the ladder reappeared bobbing away to the house down the street off the half acre property that engulfed Janey’s abode.
How long would she have to contend with this big ‘lunk’ she wondered to herself. This was the third time this week that he had run into her! But of course this time it had become a little too up close and personal for her liking. The idea that some three-hundred and fifty pound moron was actively stalking her did not sit well. The rat probably got a good clear look at her pussy? Thank God she didn’t believe in shaving down there. She could see those big rubber lips of his slobbering spit as he talked. She trying to stay an arms length the other day on the sidewalk rolling her cart past the old claptrap fleabag apartments that he supposedly played fix-it man and building ‘super’. There was nothing but a bunch of cheap drunks and old ‘down and outer’s’ in the twelve rundown flats. By seven at night everyone must have been blotto each Friday drinking themselves to death. All of course, save for Harold who was always hanging out watching. Peering into neighborhood windows that he shouldn’t have. Janie was surprised he hadn’t been shot by now?
As a rule she’d be going out to the restaurant to work the midnight shift but tonight they only needed her til ten as they were going to shut down early to fix some pipes that were leaking bad. The guy in the bar name Bill always showed up just after midnight had always given her a ride home at the end of her shift without being grabby. She liked that about him. All these other damn cowboys must have had mothers that were octopuses as their hands were always wandering. Too bad she had sworn off men years back? The last customer was politely kicked out by 9:45 PM and the doors locked and lights out some fifteen minutes later. She hated to walk in the dark! But she wasn’t going to blow her measly night’s pay on a taxi. “Fucking bitch!”, she countered to the wind as she felt the first drops of rain upon her face as she was halfway down the first of seven blocks that she head to traverse. Well the good thing about rain is it might keep all the low lives in the pens. She clip clopped away into the darkness the occasional flash of occasional twin headlight beams of car headlamps making up for the absence of proper street lighting.
The seventh of the nine blocks reached she was soaked to the skin and feeling cold and uncomfortable. She thought about the Winter fur that had found its way to the pawn shop when she suffered a dry spell in the work department several months back. This Salvation Army special cloth coat wasn’t worth shit in a light breeze. The light’s were dimmed in the back of the crummy old apartment that Harold hung about. The rest of the windows looked more like carved hollows from a skull. The frequency of her pace picked up as she felt a pair of eyes that she could not see were staring at her. “God damn it!”, she said, “I hate this!” She turned to look over her left shoulder to see if there were any telltale shadows extending from the edge of the building that might be cast by one of the outside entry lights. But there was nothing. She was almost past the opposite end of the long swayback looking ‘cheez box’ when her heel hit a patch of broken cement and she went tumbling down to her knees with a loud screech. “Shit!”, she ranted bent over on both hands, I tore my goddamned stockings!” A big hand grabbed her shoulder and she let out another scream but this time much louder. The next thing she knew all had gone blank.
She woke up feeling sort of groggy wondering why she couldn’t see anything there being no light where ever she was. A rank smell of an old mildewed mattress swirled up into her nostrils. She tried to sit up but a big arm was laying on top of her like a tree trunk. Another odor of unwashed undershorts and rotten eggs hit her as the owner of the trunk moved his bare hairy leg over the two of hers. Harold was laying almost on top of her. A wave of anger hit her like an instantaneous burning fury but was extinguish equally fast when his weight shifted even more on top of her. ‘Hello!’ Harold mewed. “I love being this cozy, don’t you?” Janey felt like retching. This fat oily bastard was basically pinning her on a bare mattress in God knows what part of that decrepit shack of an apartment. His damp flabby abdomen nearly squeezing the air out of her diaphragm. he was wearing what had once been a T-shirt but seemed more like an oily rag three sizes too small and an incredibly rank stained set of briefs. “Let me up, will you!”, she said in a firm but even tone voice. Harold rolled off her a bit and she pulled herself out from under him and rose off the edge of the mattress. The room was not completely dark but dim. As she rose she hit her head and fell back onto her behind. Immediately two big hands swept around her chest and pressed hard around her breasts the fingertips seeking out the vertical fissure of the blouse. “You’ve got nice ‘tata’s”, Harold cooed in a childish tone. “I want to feel them, okay?” With that he pulled her bloused open one set of fingers pulling at her bra yanking that upward.
Before she could protest he had the jumble of the two pulled up to her neck over her face. “Ha ha ha!”, Harold crowed, “Are you ticklish?” And with that started grabbing at her flanks and belly and breasts pinching hard and poking as she tried to roll back and forward and away! As she strained to escape the rumpled clothing still half over her neck and elbow his hand yanked at the fron of her jeans and pulled them almost over her ass. The white of her buttocks subdivided by her crack was the target of the forefinger of the other hand as it joined the first pulling her panties along with her pants down past her knees. “My your so white and pretty!”, Harold sighed in a breathy exhale. “I just want to touch you in places that I never touched before. A shiver came over Jainey now as having no other alternative to quickly break free she had to toss off her top garments to completely untangle her arms from their grip. “No!”, she spat firmly back, “I don’t want you to touch me anywhere!” “You don’t have the right to!” She twisted around almost out of his grip now with her ankles fouled in the folded over scrunch of her jeans and panties. His hands tightly gripped upon her ankle and one calf. She could see that a malevolent petulant frown was quickly forming on his face. “But I want to!”, he snarled.
She could feel his eyes upon her. Sweeping across her pointy little breasts to her abdomen quickly pumping air in and out like a small bellows. She felt them widen when they stopped at he crotch. “I wanta do it!”, he spat back” “Let’s do it, I never have!” Janey was at that point where escape was at best improbable. But the thought of this dirty foul smelling pig on top of her pushing his greasy dick inside her was unthinkable. She looked quickly from side to side carefully trying to see if there was something in arms reach that she could use to defend herself. His frustration at a boiling point he rolled forward and released the calf leaning hard over her thigh to grab at one of her arms to pull her to him. Her right hand darted back towards him her fingers cupped cat-like exposing her nails as she instinctively clawed at his bare arm. “Owww!” he hollered like some five year old! “You hurt me!” Her eyes opened wide startled by the fact that he had now taken a better grip upon her. They sat for a moment both frozen looking at each other. “I don’t want you to hurt me anymore!”, he blubbered. “So now I am going to have to tie you up!” With that he began to wind some clothes line around her captured wrist and then violently flipping her around in the opposite direction capturing her other wrist and tying the two tightly behind her. She tried to shake him off pulling and struggling as mightily as she could but he managed in a short while to have her laying face down on the stinking mattress with legs tied apart on its corners as her arms strained trying to break the bonds behind her back.
She kept rolling and struggled as much as was humanly possible until he felt his palm ram down hard on her lower back. “Pussie!”, he drooled as his other hand jammed down between her sweaty ass cheeks skipping into her anus for an instant then finding the back passage of her vagina opening. She grunted hard in pain as he tried to stuff her with a couple of his stubby fingers. “Tight!” he proclaimed with a leer. All she could think about in the instant was where was some unexpected hero with a gun like in a movie that could blow this asshole’s head off! The dirty motherfucker was trying to rip her opening apart with his thick fingers to stick his weasel into her. She could feel the tip of it bobbling around between her own asshole and her crotch trying to find purchase to find it’s way in. The room seemed to fill with a rotten smell of fishy foul breath as he began to grunt a harder and harder. The full weight of his whale-like blubber upon her. “Help!”, she began to scream at the top of her lungs mindlessly, “Help, someone!” “Please help me!” There was a smashing sound from somewhere close and the crash of a door being violently knocked open. Janey felt the weight of her rapist shift to his arms as he rose upward startled by the intervention. A loud bang followed by the immediate spray of something hit her like a blast of wind from a monsoon. The full weight of her aggressor fell flat upon her and then slid over to the side of the mattress with a bloody tangled stump of gore where there had been a head. She looked up into the blinding glare of a bright light.
“Are you alright maam?”, a male voice drawled? A figure came around into view on the opposite side of her and set about untying the ropes. The flashlight turned away revealing a police officer with his gun still drawn gripped in his right hand and his flashlight in the left. “Thank God that your friend Bill called the station and told us he hadn’t seen you tonight and that he thought that you might be in some danger!”, the other voice now disembodied said. Yeah, she said silently to herself. “Thank god! for Bill!”
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