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The Jade Incident (TJI)

This has been worked on for over a year, with major help from @divoha4 ! Please check their work out at @eldritcmor

Jade ends up taking Moose and Storm hostage for information, and it ends badly.

Warnings for Torture, Violence, Death and Strong Language.

Words: 6502

Ferret PoV

“So if you take the next left, you should see the warehouse. That’s where Vaughn’s men are meeting.” Ferret spoke into the radio.

“Copy that, Kid. Thanks.” Moose’s voice sounded over the headset, before another voice joined in.

“Hey, Ferret? So, how come couldn’t you come with?”

“Hurricane can’t even guide himself out of a paper bag, Lumberjack’s got medical checkup, and Cotton is on medical training exercises. That leaves just me around. That a problem, Stormy?”

“Not a problem at all.” Storm chuckled. “You just don’t seem like the navigator type.”

“Someone’s gotta direct your dumbasses, no?” Ferret responded with a short laugh.

“Fair, fair. Hey, you said big warehouse, right?”

“Mhm.”

“...It’s empty.”

“Come again?” Ferret sat up properly in their chair.

“It’s empty. Nobody is here. Moose is checking up on the catwalk. You sure it’s the right one?”

“Yeah? It’s next to an old church right?”

There was a pause.

“Yep.”

Another pause, and what sounded like a clatter of metal hitting metal.

“What was that?” Ferret asked.

“Dunno. Maybe Moose dropped something.”

Ferret sighed and tapped the desk. Something deep down warned them of something, so instinctively, they turned on a recording software.

“Could you check on him? You know how stubborn he is asking for help.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure thing.” Storm sighed.

Ferret listened closely to each step.

“Moose, you up here, old man?” Storm called out.

Nothing.

“Where the hell…?” Storm muttered.

Ferret could hear low mumbling. "Storm, what is that?"

"I'll check."

There was a low clunk of footsteps as Ferret listened to Storm check the area. Suddenly, they heard a yell, a thud, and the whoosh of air before another thud, this time it was more sickening.

Ferret could hear Storm gasping for air and letting out small whimpers of pain.

"Storm?! Are you okay?!" Ferret panicked.

There was one last thud, before Ferret heard the radio being picked up.

"Don't bother looking, Joseph. They'll be dead before you can send your little friends. Have a nice day now." Then, silence, as the person on the other end turned the radio off completely.

Everything in Ferret froze. They know that voice. It haunts their dreams sometimes from previous incidents, one that nearly took theirs and Moose’s life before. They knew it was Jade, and that this was going to end badly.

They grabbed their laptop and uploaded the sound file to it, before sprinting out of the room, shoving past a few people, making a bee-line for Laswell’s office.

They skidded to a halt outside the office door, and knocked on it rapidly. “Laswell?!”

The waited impatiently before hearing “Come in, Joseph.”

Ferret opened the door, and spotted Bes standing beside her desk, now looking rather intrigued.

“Well?” Laswell asked with a soft expression she usually had for Ferret.

Ferret took a deep breath. “Moose and Storm’s been kidnapped.” they blurted out.

They saw Bes tense up, and Laswell’s soft expression turned into one of concern.

“How do you know?” Laswell’s question was tense.

Ferret handed her their laptop, and Laswell played the audio file. Clear as day, they heard the radio recording, and soon, Jade’s voice.

Ferret watched the pair, Laswell looked increasingly concerned, and Bes was mad.

Bes turned and looked at Laswell. “What do we do?” It sounded like he was holding back from going on a murder spree.

Laswell hesitated.

“We get them back.”

Moose PoV

Moose didn’t know how long he was out for. He had moments of wakefulness, but even then he saw nothing. He guessed it was a blindfold covering his vision, but he knew one thing. Jade was behind this. He had seen the man moments before being knocked out.

The blindfold was forcefully ripped off, and stood before him was Jade. Moose glared up at him.

“You son of a-” Moose started to growl before Jade punched him in the gut.

“Now now. None of that, Wilson.” Jade knelt down to Moose’s level, a sinister smile on his face. “If you speak out of turn again, it won’t be you getting punched.”

Jade nodded his head to a direction, and Moose looked up and saw Storm, tied and blindfolded.

Moose felt a pit in his stomach, and he was pissed.

“I swear, if you’ve hurt them!”

“Calm down, Captain.” Jade soothed sarcastically. “They just had a bit of a tumble. Surely they’ll be fine, eh?”

Jade stood up and walked to a table. “Now then. I ain’t gonna hurt either of you yet. However, I want…information.”

“You’re not getting shit!” Moose spat.

“Oh no, not from you, dear Captain.” Jade hummed. “I know the teams are fiercely protective of you both. Like you’re both made of glass. I know both of your hearts aint doing too well.”

Moose sneered at Jade.

Jade turned and smirked. “I think if I started interrogation right away, one of you two might have a heart attack, and that’d make it harder to get information, wouldn’t you agree?”

He then turned back to the table. “No. I’m going to ask your fellow teams to give me information, in exchange for yours and the kids safety.”

“They won’t tell you anything!” Moose retorted.

“Oh, they won’t? I suppose it depends on who I send it to. The 141 might not give information…but what if I sent it to little Ferret, or the Safe House Six Captain? Now I bet they’d be eager to give information, hm?”

“Bes?” Moose scoffed. “Man, you don’t know him that well, do you?”

Jade raised an eyebrow. “Nonetheless. Someone in those teams will break. After the first set of photos, with no response? Things may start getting violent for you both.” Jade took his phone and snapped a couple of pictures, before taking sending them to various numbers.

“Now, we wait.”

Ferret PoV

Ferret was pacing back and forth outside of Laswell’s office. Outside of it, sat Hurricane, Cotton, and surprisingly Ratchet, who flew out as soon as she heard Moose was gone. Ferret was surprised she cared that much.

“How much longer do they need?” Cotton asked nervously.

“They did just get sent a ransom request, Sister.” Ratchet replied bluntly. “They gotta plan out what’s best.”

Hurricane groaned. “Not even Vaughn is this bad. I remember he never wanted anything to do with Jade. That man feared him to the point he didn’t dare send any of his test subjects near him.”

Cotton just nodded, before looking at Ferret. “Jo, please sit down.”

“Can’t.” Ferret responded. “If I do, I’ll start chewing my lip till it bleeds.”

“You need to find better coping strategies, rodent.” Ratchet muttered.

Soon enough, the door opened, and Laswell came out, followed by Bes, Price and Lumberjack.

Ferret stood firm. “Well?”

Laswell sighed. “We won’t be giving Jade information…”

Ferret looked like they were going to complain, but Laswell continued.

“But I’m sending the teams out to retrieve them both. They’re both resilient, and will hold out for as long as they can. Mouse is going to help the teams into the territory.”

“How’d you get Mouse to help?” Hurricane looked surprised.

“It’s more of the fact that Moose is Ratchet’s father than anything else.” Laswell responded.

Ratchet shrugged. “I may not show it, but I care about the old bastard.”

While the group talked, Ferret went over to Lumberjack.

“Did they look okay in the photos…?” They asked quietly.

Lumberjack sighed. “They look a little beaten up, but other than that, I couldn’t see anything major. Storm looked knocked out, Moose looked pissed off. All things considered, they’re doing fine.”

“What information was that bastard after anyway?” Ferret growled. “What the hell warrants him hurting my dad and my sibling?!”

Lumberjack shrugged. “With that man? Any information.”

He placed a reassuring hand on Ferret’s shoulder. “They’ll get them back.”

“They? I’m going with!”

“Laswell wants you to hang back. She thinks you might panic.”

“To hell I am! James, I’m going with, whether she wants it or not!” Ferret snapped.

“Joseph. The other young’ins wont panic as much if they find Moose and Storm hurt. Cotton’s a paramedic, Hurricane would be on guard, Ratchet is already detached from her emotions, but you’re currently acting Captain, and your job would be to assess the situation, and the situation will send you into a downward spiral if it goes wrong.” Lumberjack explained.

Ferret glared, but didn’t respond further.

“I can’t stop you if you end up going, but just, take what I said into consideration?” he asked.

“Fine. Whatever.”

Moose PoV

It had been several hours since Moose had woken up, and he was worried about Storm, who was still knocked out, though he just decided it was due to the fact Storm was tackled off the catwalk.

He looked up when he heard the door open, and saw Jade walk in. He glared at the man, who had a scowl on his face.

“Seems your team declined to send me information.” Jade hissed.

“I told you they wouldn’t.” Moose pointed out. “That’s not how they work, you dumba-”

Moose’s word were cut off when Jade punched him right in the jaw with a sickening crack. If Jade had punched any harder, Moose’s jaw would have broke.

“Watch your damn mouth, Wilson.” Jade snarled, pacing.

He then paused, and smirked.

“I guess I could convince them otherwise…” he picked up some tools on the table, studying them. “Hm. Might save these for when that kid is awake…” he muttered to himself.

Moose growled. “You touch them, you’re dead!”

“You’re in no position to make threats.” Jade walked over, looming over the man. “Now then. Maybe you could give me information?”

“Go to hell!”

“Already there, dear Captain.” Jade smiled sweetly, before punching Moose in the gut several times, leaving the other man coughing and gasping for air.

“I thought about killing you when you walked into the warehouse, and just taking the kid. But I knew I wouldn’t get anywhere with Dante, except for asking for a measly piece of information to trade for your corpse.” Jade chuckled. “But where’s the fun in that? Now I see why Vaughn loves tormenting you all. So easy to capture. So easy to break!”

Jade backed off.

“Now then. Why don’t we wake them up, so they can join the fun?”

Storm PoV

Storm would have preferred to stay unconscious, not forced back into the waking world with the harsh scent of smelling salts. They coughed, and tiredly opened their eyes. However, the tiredness vanished rapidly as they saw Jade standing over them, and behind him, a tied up, beaten Moose, and a video camera in the corner.

“Welcome back to the land of the living.” Jade chuckled darkly.

Storm struggled against their restraints, a slight look of panic appearing on their face.

“Now, now.” Jade patted their head, causing them to flinch away. “Struggling won’t do you, or your old man any good, will it?”

Storm tried to bite at his hand, causing Jade to slap them across the face.

“You haven’t changed one bit, child.”

“I’ll give you some bite scars to remember me by!” Storm spat angrily. “What have you done to Moose?!”

“I just gave him a little…convincing. Though, can’t get through that dense head of his.” Jade chuckled. ��Now…how to get through to you, I wonder. Seems like normal interrogation methods won’t work on you.”

“Damn right it won’t!”

Jade smirked. “I knew you would say that.” He walked over to the table, picking up a knife, and a metal baseball bat.

Storm tensed and glared when he turned to them. However, the glare turned into a look of fear as Jade wandered over to Moose, placing the baseball bat against the chair.

With Jade’s back turned, Storm began to tug at the binds roughly, pushing them against the sharp points of the chair.

Jade grabbed Moose by the hair, forcing the older man to look up. He looked back at Storm, causing them to freeze. “Maybe there’s another way to get you to talk.”

With that, Jade sliced the knife across Moose’s cheek, slowly going down to his mouth.

Storm saw Moose shut his eyes tightly in pain. He looked as though he was trying not to make a sound, to not give Jade the satisfaction.

They began to tug more roughly at the binds desperately, until they felt a shudder, and then a snap.

With a screech, they lunged at Jade.

However, Jade didn’t even hesitate. He grabbed the baseball bat, and swung low, right at Storm’s knees.

Storm could feel and hear the sickening crunches and snaps, and they collapsed to the floor, crying out in agony.

Jade looked down at them smugly. “Too predictable.”

However, what he didn’t expect, was Moose to do the same technique of cutting the binds.

Storm watched as Moose grabbed Jade from behind, having him in a choke-hold.

Jade thrashed around wildly, clawing at Moose’s hands and arms, before managing to grab a hold of the knife.

Storm tried to yell out a warning, but it came too late, and the knife was plunged deep into Moose’s gut.

Moose let out a choke of pain. He tried to maintain the choke-hold, but Jade soon overpowered him, knocking the man to the ground and kicking him repeatedly in the chest, and the stomach, right where the wound was, until Moose stopped moving as he slipped into unconsciousness.

“Fucking bastards, the lot of you!” Jade yelled, grabbing Storm by the hair and slamming their head against the ground. He grabbed zip-ties and bound their legs and arms together. He looked at Moose, and shrugged. “Have fun watching him die, brat.” Jade snarled, kicking Storm one last time, grabbing the camera, and storming out of the room.

Ferret PoV

Ferret had sneaked aboard the air plane the teams were on. They sure as hell weren’t being left behind, especially on Laswell’s orders, when their dad and their sibling were in danger, hurt, or even dead.

They heard someone walk past their hiding place, and they tensed up, accidentally knocking into something. The footsteps halted, and Ferret could hear the person turn. In a short moment, their hiding place was uncovered. It was Price.

“Seriously?” he sighed.

Ferret glared up at him, as if daring him to turn the plane around.

“You seriously can’t follow her orders, huh?” Price grunted.

“I decide what missions I go on!” Ferret hissed.

“All right, all right, calm down. We do need extra hands anyway, just in case. Don’t be surprised if Laswell sticks you with training recruits when we get back.” Price sighed.

Ferret shrugged, and hopped out of their hiding spot, to the surprise of practically everyone else.

“How the fuck did you fit in there?!” Hurricane sounded surprised.

“Because I’m short, Franky.” Ferret sighed, and sat next to them. Cotton ruffled their hair.

“Glad you’re with us, Jo.” Cotton smiled.

“Right. We’ll be landing in ten minutes. Mouse says we have five hours to find Storm and Moose, and to get back to the plane. No fucking around, straight shot in, straight shot out. Understood?” Price’s voice was loud over the planes engines.

“Yes sir!” The teams replied in unison.

Ferret glanced over at Bes, Fen and Merc, who each looked equally mad and worried.

They knew the trio were worried about Storm, though they’d probably never admit it. Especially Bes, who Ferret learnt was just a dense person, sometimes an asshole. Though, who were they to judge?

The air plane soon landed, and Mouse’s voice filled their radios. “Guard activity is scarce. Not normal. Keep an eye out, and be careful. Act as though Jade is watching your every move.”

“Copy that, Gunter. Land the plane elsewhere until we need you back.” Price spoke into the radio.

“Okej.” Gunter turned his radio off, and waited for the teams to exit the plane, which they soon did cautiously.

The surrounding area was almost like a wasteland. Craters were visible as far as the eye could see, with scarce greenery, trees blackened with ash, broken and abandoned buildings littering the area.

“Right. We got a report that Jade’s base is to the north. Watch where you step. We don’t know if he’s trapped the place.” Price spoke calmly, though there was a tinge of worry. He knows things can and will go wrong.

Ferret quietly caught up to Price as the teams walked carefully. “Do you think they’re all right?” They asked nervously.

Price let out a sigh. “Any thing’s possible right now. Though…” He gave a soft smile to Ferret. “I know those two probably gave Jade a scare.”

Ferret could imagine just that. It eased their mind slightly. “Has Laswell received any more from Jade.”

Price paused. “Now that I think about it…I hadn’t checked.”

He took his phone out to check for any messages. The teams all paused too, scanning the area.

After a while, Ferret saw Price’s face drain to a pale colour.

“What?” They asked.

Price whistled over to Bes, who quickly walked over. “What’s up?”

Price showed the phone to them both, and he pressed play on a video.

It was the interrogation and torture of Storm and Moose.

When the video finished playing, he looked at them. “We need to move. Now. Jade will want to finish them off sooner rather than later.” He growled.

Ferret suddenly felt restless, and Bes looked just the same. Price whistled to the rest of the teams, and they moved on, though much quicker than before.

Storm PoV

Even though the light was dim, it still hurt their eyes. Their head was throbbing from the impact of the floor.

Unsure how much time had passed, they tried to sit up despite the zip ties holding their arms and legs together, only to gasp in pain as the agony in their legs came slamming back like a freight train. They took some deep breaths, trying to fight through it.

Once the initial pain had passed just for the moment, they gazed around, before their sight settled on Moose, who was still on the floor.

He looked awful. His skin was pale, and blood had soaked his shirt. If it weren’t for the light rise and fall of his chest, Storm would have thought he was dead.

“Moose…?” They rasped, but he didn’t stir.

They struggled against their arm zip ties momentarily, to no avail.

“Moose, wake up, please!” They tried to rouse him again. This time, he seemed to have heard them.

Moose let out a ragged cough, spitting up blood, and letting out a raspy breath.

“Oh thank fuck…” Storm felt relief surge through them. He wasn’t gone yet, that was something. “Can you move?”

Moose tried to speak, but it was hard in his current state. “Can’t…” He croaked.

“Okay, that’s fine! How are you feeling?” Storm couldn’t help but feel anxious.

There was another pause. “N-Not great…h-hard to…breathe…”

The door slammed open, causing them both to flinch.

Jade stormed in, grabbing his tools.

“You’re just leaving us here?!” Storm weakly yelled at him.

Jade sneered at them. “You’ve both run your course of usefulness. I’m leaving this place to get levelled. Seems your little military buddies found out where you are after all.”

He grabbed his bag, and quickly left. A bit too quickly for Moose’s liking.

After a few minutes, something clicked in Storm’s head. “Levelling the place? Isn’t that the term for detonating a building?”

That’s when they heard a faint, fast paced beeping. Dread filled them as they realised.

Acting quickly, and moving faster than Storm would have thought he’d be able to in his condition, Moose threw himself over Storm, mere milliseconds before an explosion rocked through the building.

Ferret PoV

Ferret watched in horror as the building they were nearing exploded, sending plumes of dust and debris everywhere. The teams took cover pretty quickly to protect themselves from anything hurtling their way.

Once the dust cleared, nobody was sure what to do. However, Ferret sprinted towards the building.

“Joseph! Get back here!” Price yelled, running after them. The teams followed after.

They all came to a stop at the foot of the rubble.

“They gotta be here. They gotta be!” Ferret yelled out in panic.

Price sighed, before deciding to humour them. “Everyone spread out! Start moving what you can!”

As the teams spread out, Ferret chose a place at random, and began to furiously dig. “Please be here…” they begged quietly.

After what felt like several hours, though it was only one hour, Ghost suddenly yelled. “I think I got them!”

Ferret’s anxiety spiked and they clambered over the rubble towards Ghost, as the teams did the same.

“Can you see how they’re doing?” Cotton asked with worry.

“They aren’t moving.” Ghost remarked darkly.

“Are they…?” Hurricane didn’t dare finish his sentence.

Ferret however, narrowed their eyes. “Open the hole up a bit more.”

Ghost just nodded and continued moving rubble.

Once the hole was big enough, Ferret managed to crawl inside.

“Be careful, Ferret!” Ratchet warned. They could have sworn they heard a tinge of worry.

Ferret soon dropped down onto solid ground and quickly crawled over to Storm.

They looked like shit in Ferret’s opinion. Blood trickled from their mouth, nose and head, their skin peppered with small flecks of shrapnel. Ferret took a look at Storm’s knees and grimaced. They looked completely mangled.

Ferret checked Storm’s breathing and pulse. Weak, but it was still there. “Storm’s alive.” Ferret called up. “Their knees are fucked though.”

“What about Moose?” Cotton asked worriedly.

Ferret saw Moose nearby. His skin was pale and he was covered in blood. Ferret rolled him onto his back and their heart dropped into their stomach. They saw the stab wound to his gut. Carefully, Ferret checked his breathing, and to their horror, there wasn’t any movement in his chest.

“Shit…shit shit shit!” Ferret swore, before starting to do compressions on Moose’s chest.

“Ferret, what is it?!” Price called down.

“Moose isn’t breathing!” Ferret yelled back up. “Throw down a medical kit, now!”

There was a moment of hesitation, before they heard Ghost.

“Wouldn’t it be better to…give them mercy?”

“The fuck do you mean?!” Ratchet snapped.

“It might be too late for them. I’m just trying to be realistic.” Ghost shrugged.

”Fuck that!” Ferret yelled. “Thrown down a med kit now, or so fucking help me, I’ll come up there and shoot the lot of you!”

Ferret heard a shove and then a thud as the kit was dropped down. They scurried to it and grabbed it, and got to work.

Storm PoV

Storm had moments of wakefulness. They saw Ferret trying to revive Moose, then cut it to them being on a plane, before everything went dark again, and then peaceful for a while. Every now and then, they swore they could hear chatter from people around them, but they couldn’t pick out a voice. The dark was comforting, and they preferred it that way. Nothing could hurt them here. No visions, no enemies, just a blanket of warm darkness.

Until they opened their eyes.

They heard the steady beeping of a few machines, and the hissing of an oxygen tank just behind them.

Storm blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light. Softly, they let out a groan of pain as the light hurt their eyes and head.

Then, they heard someone open the door. Storm looked up, and saw Ferret.

“Avery?” Ferrets eyes widened.

They suddenly rushed to them. “Oh my god, you’re awake! I didn’t think you’d wake up this soon!”

Before Storm could even attempt to speak, Ferret crushed them in a hug. “Everyone was so worried! Even Bes!”

Storm blinked in confusion, trying to remember what happened.

Ferret released them from the hug, before giving them water, which Storm gladly took. After a few sips, they finally found their voice.

“What…What happened…?” they asked.

Ferret fidgeted uncomfortably before handing Storm their cherished Dinosaur Plushie, which they clung to.

“So uh...what do you remember?” Ferret asked.

Storm gave a weak shrug. “Not much. I remember…Moose being there, I think?”

Ferret nodded, before sighing.

“Maybe it’s for the best you don’t remember…”

Storm tilted their head. “Where’s Moose? I thought he would be with you.”

Storm saw Ferret visibly tense up.

“What is it?”

Ferret fidgeted again. “Pa was with you…during the torture Jade inflicted upon both of you.”

Storm froze, their mouth agape.

“What?”

“We saw the video Jade sent of you and Pa getting tortured, so we headed out to get you back, but when we got there, the building you two were being held in…exploded.” Ferret mumbled. “When I got down there, you both were hurt and-” they cut themselves off with a pitiful whimper.

“Is he alive?” Storm asked a bit more firmly.

Ferret sniffled and nodded. “He’s in a coma, like you were. But…yours was a natural coma, Moose had to be medically induced into one.”

Storm lowered their gaze. “Our injuries were that bad?”

Ferret nodded sadly. “I had to revive Moose before we could move either of you, and then you both died momentarily on the way here. You got stable by the time surgery finished. Moose died on the surgery table for a minute or two…” they explained. “It was bad for both of you…”

Ferret then took another breath. “Your kneecaps were completely shattered. It’ll be a while before you can even walk…so you’re confined to a wheelchair.”

Storm hugged their dinosaur plushie tighter. A low whimper escaped their throat, before they looked around, spotting a huge amount of cards, small tokens, and flowers. Their eyes widened.

Ferret gave a small smile. “Like I said, everyone was worried.”

Storm picked up one of the cards, and looked inside. It was labeled from each team, from 141 to Ashes.

“Ashes know?” Storm asked.

“You kidding? Sage was frightening when she found out.” Ferret laughed. “She sent Steve and Kasey to check up on everyone.”

“I see.” Storm sighed, their hand trailing over the trinkets everyone had brought, before they decided to ask: “Can I see Moose?”

Ferret hesitated. “It’s probably for the best that you don’t for a while.” Ferret admitted. “How he looks right now might upset you. Hell, it was hard for Cotton to see him.”

“I…think I remember what happened to him? Though, I’m not too sure…”

Ferret just nodded and patted Storm’s shoulder gently. “Get some rest, heal up more, and maybe I’ll take you to see Pa, yeah?”

“Fine, fine…” Storm sighed, settling against their beds pillow, though they now felt restless. “Promise I can see him?”

“Yeah. I promise” Ferret nodded

Ferret PoV

Ferret was so damned tired. They had been back and forth between Storm and Moose for nearly two months. They almost practically lived in the hospital, sleeping in the corners in case something happened. Moose hadn’t woken up yet, and they were getting worried. They knew the longer he was out, the less chance he has of coming back at all.

They were visiting Storm again, who was determined to see Moose again. Storm had previously seen him three weeks ago, a week after they woke up. They were indeed shocked by how Moose looked. The man still looked almost dead, covered in stitches, gauzes, his skin pale. It was horrible for them both.

Nowadays, Moose looked better. The stitches had been taken out, the wounds now in late stages of healing, or already scarred, though he still looked like shit. As Ferret sat beside Moose while Storm busied themselves scrolling through their phone, Ferret braided Moose’s hair, which had grown a bit since the incident. It helped calm them quite a bit.

They made sure Storm kept up on their medication, and dragged them to their numerous physio appointments. However, on their way back from the latest one, they were stopped by one of the doctors that tended to Moose, and were told that Moose was waking up.

Storm must have thought they were on a roller-coaster with how fast Ferret got them both to Moose’s room, and there, they waited for him to wake. Ferret was giddy with excitement to see their dad wake up, and Storm seemed equally as happy.

Ferret’s eyes trailed over the small cards and gifts others had left Moose. They wondered if he’d be grateful for the support from the other teams, before thinking to themselves Ashes and the rest of Dante’s reaction to Moose being awake. They giggled to themselves at the thought of Steve going werewolf mode and barrelling straight into Moose, and Sage nearly trampling the poor man.

They both heard Moose stir and looked at him, and saw him open his eyes slightly.

“Pa?” Ferret gently murmured, to not startled the older man

There was confusion in Moose’s eyes, before he saw Ferret, and then Storm. The confusion turned into instant relief.

Ferret assumed he couldn’t talk properly yet, which was fair in their opinion. He was out of it for 2 months after all.

They just gave a soft smile. “You’re safe now.”

Moose seemed to understand and gave a weak nod. Ferret could notice a look of relief when he saw Storm. They guessed he was happy Storm was safe, and somewhat okay.

Moose PoV

It had been two weeks since he had woken up. He had managed to get his voice back, but relearning to do things was a pain in the ass.

“I know how to hold a fucking spoon.” Moose muttered.

Ferret giggled “You know its standard procedure. Remember pa, you were gone for two months. They were worried about brain damage.”

“I’ll give them brain damage if I have to put up with this.”

“Hey, you can’t complain. Avery had to do it too.” Ferret pointed out.

“How are they doing?” Moose asked.

“Exhausted after their physio. You got yours tomorrow.”

Moose grunted. “At least it’s helping them some.”

Ferret went silent, and Moose noticed their unease.

“What’s on your mind?” Moose asked, his voice now soft.

Ferret sighed and leaned back in their seat. “We could have lost you both. I heard Storm get knocked off the catwalk, and Jade being his taunting self. And then the pictures and videos came in and I just…” they took a shaky breath. “When we got there, and the building had blown up, only one thing ran through my mind. Would that place be the only burial you two would get?”

Moose sighed sadly, but listened carefully to Ferret’s thoughts.

“Ghost wanted to mercy kill you both when he heard you weren’t breathing. I am still going to tear his fucking ears off for that!” Ferret hissed bitterly. “And then on the way to the hospital, you both stopped breathing, and everyone was just panicking.”

“I’m sorry we worried you, kid…” Moose hummed softly, weakly ruffling their hair.

Ferret quietly sniffled. “I was happy hearing that Storm was out of surgery, but yours took longer. Way too long.”

“In their defence, I was stabbed and beaten within an inch of my life. God knows what was broken.” Moose pointed out.

Ferret sniffled, and looked at Moose. “You died again, you know?”

“Yeah. I could guess.” Moose sighed. “As usual, I didn’t feel shit. Just felt like infinite nothingness.”

“I hope you know you’re grounded for like, ever.” Ferret muttered.

“I sure as hell ain’t!” Moose glared.

“You are. I’m acting Captain, and you’re grounded!” Ferret glared back.

Moose blinked, before sighing. “Shit. I forgot that was a thing…”

Ferret looked smug at finally winning an actual argument with Moose.

“Wipe that look off your face. As soon as I’m recovered, you’re going on training duty. Don’t think Price hasn’t told me that you disobeyed Laswell.” Moose smirked.

Ferret froze. “He what?!”

“Mhm. While I’m glad you came to help us, she’s going to murder you.”

Ferret groaned and leaned back in their seat.

Storm PoV

“So you have another apartment here?” Storm asked, as Ferret pushed along their wheelchair.

“Just a short term lease. I told the Landlord and he’s letting me stay until you’re both well enough. You seem better, just waiting on Moose now.” Ferret hummed.

Storm nodded. “How long till Moose is out?”

“Not sure.” Ferret sighed. “The doctors still aren’t happy with his oxygen levels, and a few of his injuries are still causing issues.”

Storm let out a sigh. “This fucking sucks.”

“It really does.” Ferret agreed, before stopping the wheelchair and unlocking a door, and pushing Storm’s chair inside.

The apartment was decently sized, everything on just one floor.

“You’re staying here till Bes can come get ya.” Ferret shrugged off their coat.

“Actually…” Storm mumbled. “I told him I wanted to wait nearby until Moose was out of hospital.”

“Really?” Ferret raised an eyebrow, pushing Storm into the living room.

“I just want to make sure he’s okay, you know?” Storm admitted.

Ferret just nodded, though looked a bit absent-minded.

Storm noticed it, however. “You good, Ferret?”

Ferret jumped slightly. “Uh, yeah. Just the last few months have been hard, you know?” they sighed “I mean, Dante is grounded, your team is keeping to themselves when not visiting you, and for the last few months, I’ve been back and forth between you and pa, so my minds a bit frazzled, you know?”

Storm hummed and nodded. “Sounds like you need a weeks long nap.”

Ferret scoffed. “If only I could.” they sighed. “Paperwork has to be done.”

“I can do it.” Storm pointed out.

“Nope. You’re meant to be resting.” Ferret responded, narrowing their eyes.

“I get we do this stuff with Moose, but you don’t have to do it to me.”

“Too bad storm cloud, I’m doing it to you too.” Ferret hummed.

“You are such an ass.” Storm muttered.

Ferret just hummed in response. “Bedroom is the door to the left.”

Storm sighed. This was going to be a long stay.

Jade PoV

Jade paced back and forth with irritation. He had planned this perfectly.

Torture them, and drop a building on them. That should have killed them!

“Fucking cockroaches!” Jade suddenly yelled, kicking a wooden chair across the room. “Should have killed Wilson the first chance I got and send the brats corpse back to her team.” he spat.

But suddenly, he had a thought.

He sat at his table and scrolled through pages on his laptop. “Gotta be someone else…”

He had already made a promise to himself to get back at SWARM and anyone who worked there, including their families. He’s already killed Skipper’s family, and was working on Ratchet’s, but it was proving difficult, since her family was mostly military.

“Henry…absolutely not. Lucan…?” He grunted. “Maybe. Carnell would snap my neck…”

Finally, he found who he wanted to target next.

Jerry Wilson, Carnell’s little brother. An aspiring Medic in Training, newly out of the academy and working in Carnell’s Squad.

“That would be too easy…” he muttered, but smirked to himself. If Daniel cared about these two brats, it’d break him down more.

He sat back and thought for a while, ideas going by of what to do with the kid. He’d have to be careful though. No doubt Carnell would come after him if he ever laid hands on Jerry, so he had to be careful.

Maybe appearing in one of their missions would suffice.

Moose PoV

It had been a month since Moose finally left the hospital. Stable enough where the doctors were 99% sure he wouldn’t drop dead, but he knew he was still healing. The stabs of pain in his still raw injuries were a constant reminder.

Needless to say, Lumberjack grounded him. Imagine being grounded by your own husband.

He had managed to escape from Lumberjack’s constant mother henning and into his office. While he loved his dork of a husband dearly, he wasn’t used to the constant attention. Even his own kids were being mother hens. Ferret and Cotton most of all. Hurricane was just happy to fetch Moose a coffee every now and then. But holy shit, Cotton was relentlessly checking his health, and Ferret usually followed him around.

And then there was Henry.

God fucking damn that man.

If he were still dead, he’d have risen from his grave to cuss the ever loving life out of Moose for nearly getting killed. Maybe that’s why SHC brought him back. Who knows?

He sat in his chair and let out an exhausted groan. He’s happy he was cared about, but it was getting too much, and he just wanted to sleep.

His hopes were dashed when he heard a knock on his door.

“Unless you’re here to put an end to my misery, or you have good coffee, piss off.” Moose grumbled.

“I have one of those things?”

Moose sat up once he heard Bes’ voice. The hell was that man doing here. “Come in, I guess.”

Bes walked in with two cups of coffee, a concerned expression on his face.

“Thought you’d be looking after Avery.” Moose sighed.

“They’ll be fine without me for a few hours. They got Michael and Taylor.” Bes responded as he handed Moose one of the cups of coffee. “Besides, I needed to talk to you. It’s been a while, after all.”

Moose grunted in agreement, sipping the coffee. The last he saw Bes was when he was still in the hospital.

“You didn’t come here just to check up on me, did you?” Moose asked.

“Partially. The video Jo sent me of James mothering you was hilarious, but also, you need a break.” Bes chuckled.

“Isn’t this break enough?” Moose pointed out

“I mean a proper one, Wilson.” Bes put his cup down after taking a sip. “James told me you’re itching to get back to work.”

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”

“It is if you’re only a month in from being away from the hospital after nearly kicking the bucket three times. Or is it four?” Bes snorted.

Moose shrugged. “Big deal. I’m alive and breathing, I can get back to work.”

“I’ve spoken to your team-” Bes started.

“Oh that’s just fucking great.”

“-and they agree you should recuperate properly, where you aren’t going to exhaust yourself. That includes no paperwork.”

“What, you gonna send me back to Texas or something?” Moose retorted.

“No. I’m sending you to a Safe House of ours. Has a few sixes there. Some new, some that’s been there for a while. They’ll be happy to have you.” Bes responded.

“That’s a shit idea and you know it.” Moose leaned back in his seat with annoyance.

“You’re going anyway.” Bes hummed. “If I don’t make you, your kids and husband will, and I guarantee you, it won’t be pleasant.”

Moose let out some mumbled protests, mainly how it was unfair and how he was being treated like a child.

“Fine.”

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hexjulia · 2 months ago

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yeah i do put effort into buying 2nd hand, including tools and stuff not just for budget but also ethical reasons and MOSTLY it's perfectly fine. However sometimes. Sometimes! Sometimes you end up in this weird situation where it feels like the seller is holding the object hostage. You've agreed on a price and everything seems to be going well, HOWEVER, they randomly have days in-between answering while responding badly to you not seeing their messages immediately. It takes like two weeks to even be able to pay them. Not because you don't have the money but because they are suddenly very slow again and don't give you the ability to send the money. They're the only one with that specific object on offer in the area and they know it. They'll reserve it for you even though someone else offered more after you bid on it so you feel weirdly guilty and a little anxious about it all. It's all perfectly pleasant but on an emotional level it feels like you somehow ended up negotiating over a hostage or perhaps just somehow were magically transported into the last stages of a bad relationship where they have something on you so you have to tread carefully. Like just before a divorce only you never even went on a first date. Like from that post. Found divorce.

#i feel like im carefully negotating with my partner with 3794940 issues so they don't make a mess of the situation with our child #(a really good saw)

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overflowing-with-words · 3 years ago

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befalling. | lloyd g.

[Lloyd, and his thoughts on being captured by Harumi. Again.]

A/N: mhm, mhm, we're tryna catch up on summer of whump, also this book has hit 30 chapters~ yay!!! milestone!!

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Lloyd wakes up for a cage for the fifth time, head spinning with confusion and anger and hurt.

The fifth time, he thinks dully, and reaches up automatically, hands hitting the cold ceiling of metal around him.

His shoulder twinges with pain, and and he claps a hand to his mouth, muffling a whine of pain. It's only then he notices the blood pooling around his shoulder, leaking in a small pool of crimson, and suddenly wishes a whole lot more he'd paid attention to Zane's first aid classes.

He presses a hand to the wound cautiously, a wince escaping as he does, and pulls out a bright dart, coated in a layer of thick blood.

"You're up!" A bright exclamation rings out behind him, and Lloyd falls back against the bars with a loud sigh. He knows that voice, has heard it a few too many times, both in real life and in his nightmares.

Harumi.

"Acute observation, really," he remarks as casually as he can, and watches her walk over from the doorway, steps light.

She raises a eyebrow, face painted with a malicious smile. "Has the green ninja found some guts? Not holding that little crush on my anymore?" There words are condescending; humorous even, but her tone slices into him like razors.

"Long gone." he says, trying to hold his voice steady.

The last time he heard her speak like that, he was about to drown in a cave, die in dragging dark waters. He wonders what's coming for him now.

"I wouldn't sass too much though." She smiles at him, sweet as honey, and it's the most terrifying thing Lloyd's seen in a while. Considering he's been in a room of his greatest enemies, too.

"You're gonna be stuck in this cage for a long while, and even though it probably won't take to much to get your little ninja friends running-" She pauses, and looks out the doorway. "You've pissed off a few people here."

"What makes you think they'll come for me?" Lloyd retorts, swallowing down a dry stutter of fear, because he knows that's exactly what they're gonna do. Rush into the hideout the instant the find it, all fight and no plan.

"What if I break out?" He forces a small smile, one that he hopes looks braver than he feels right now.

"You were always a dreamer." She gives a short laugh, and silver flashes between her fingers, a small blade dancing between her hands.

"You don't know anything about me." He says, voice hard and sharp. She doesn't. She doesn't know how much he's trained and cried and fought to get to this point, and she'll never get it.

"You're our hostage, Lloyd. Don't think too much about breaking out. You're alone, and beating even one of the villains here took all six of you guys." She tucks the glinting knife back away into her shoulder strap, and leans against the bars, fingers trailing lightly across the vengestone.

"For once, you're not going to be the hero you've always pretended to be."

There's a long silence, and Lloyd feels unwelcome tears pricking at his eyes, dangerously close to falling.

Hostage.

Hostage means helpless and useless and defenseless, against every danger he's up against. Hostage means he can't fight, can't help the others defeat everything they need too, means he's alone.

He hates it.

He hates it so much, and he can't do anything to stop it.

"Why can't you just let me go?" He stutters, voice breaking, and Harumi says nothing, just another small smile before she turns her back to him, striding across to the entrance.

"Please?" He begs quietly, just one last time, and the word is cut up with a sob he can't stop.

There's no response. Harumi walks out the door without a sound, and the metal slams behind her heavily, slamming the answer into his heart.

Everything hurts, and he just wants to go home.

His tears falls to the ground like broken glass on the floor, and he hates it.

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siriuslyblackblog · 4 years ago

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Parting Ways 》 R. Weasley

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝒀𝒆𝒔/𝑵𝒐

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Ron Weasley x Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: /

𝑮𝒆��𝒓𝒆: angst

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 988

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Love is scary, isn't it? We have no control of other people's feelings. They could change in a second, and there's nothing we can do about it. We can just sit and watch.

❈─────────•✦•❅•✦•────────❈

Ronald Weasley watched as the girl he adored most in the world happily ate her meal. She sat away from him, not looking his way at all. He missed her. Merlin, he missed her. He only saw her during classes. She looked lost in her thoughts. The times they spent near the lake after school were now long forgotten. He knew that something changed. Today, he decided to approach her and finally get her to talk to him. Avoiding the situation won't make it better.

Ron carefully watched as she ate. She was talking to one of the male housemate, who pointed towards Ron after a few moments. His girlfriend turned around. The sight made Ron's heart tighten. Her smile faded once he saw him. The redhead knew. He knew what was coming. They just needed to bring it to an end as soon as possible.

Finally, the girl he loved more than himself stood up. The male housemate was with her and Ron could barely keep up with them. They took a turn, and so did he. As much as his brain knew what has to happen, he just wanted to turn back and act like everything is normal. She would still be his, and he would still be hers. But she wasn't his anymore. That's why he had to do it. For her happiness.

The boy glanced back at Ron, then touched the girl's shoulder as a signal to turn around. The redhead wanted to rip his arm out. His hands were already forming into fists. His teeth bit the inside of his cheek to keep his mouth shut. He had to end it peacefully.

The girl said something to the boy. Then, both of them looked at Ron. He stood at the other side of the hallway, begging all gods to not let the next thing happen. After a few moments, the boy looked Ron's way one more time, then kissed the girl's forehead and left.

Each step she took towards him matched his heartbeat. He could feel the ground was swaying under his feet and he felt like he could fall any second. The eyes that once shined when they saw the redhead were now blank.

"Hi, Ronald."

Her voice changed to. It used to be higher, bubbly and loud. Ron saw that she was tired now. She couldn't pretend anymore, and neither could he. It was hurting both of them.

"Isn't that...?"

"Donnie, yes. Fred's friend and my housemate."

The boy nodded. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets and his eyes looked down. The pattern of the shoelaces was suddenly very interesting to look at.

"Housemate," scoffed Ron.

That housemate stood behind the wall, checking on his crush as she spoke to the person who gave her such a difficult time. He knew that the Gryffindor boy loved her, but it felt like he was holding her hostage. She was unhappy and he needed to help her.

"Well, he is a friend. We got to know each other while studying and—"

"He's not just a friend, is he?"

Ronald raised his head to look at his girlfriend in the eyes. These are the last moments he can refer to her as his girlfriend. Once that stops, he really has no clue what to do with himself.

The girl's heart had never been heavier. The sight was killing her. Ron's eyes were read and they fought the tears so hard. They looked almost glassy, as if they'll shatter any second. She wanted to touch his cheek, then way he liked it. To rub her thumb gently against his skin. It always made him calm. But if she did that, she will just fall deeper. She will get lost in her own emotions.

"He's not," she confirmed.

The redhead nodded. He could taste the blood from all the lip biting, but that wasn't a major problem now. Ronald was the closest to her this month, but the farthest from her of all those years. They both thanked Merlin for being alone in the hallway. The boy put his head down one more time, squeezing his eyes shut in hopes to push back the tears.

"Ron—"

"How am I supposed to let you go?" His voice cracked. A tear rolled down his pink cheeks, then another one. He silently let them fall. No sounds. Just tears.

"I—"

"I still love you. I love you from day one."

"Ron, please—"

"And I loved you more each day. I never gave up from you. I tried so hard, even when we had bad days, I stayed. Don't you—"

"Ronald, whatever you say won't make me change my mind." Her stern voice interrupted him.

She was angry now. Was he trying to make her feel bad? Make her feel guilty and make her stay? What kind of a person does that?

"This is it. This is where we part ways."

"But—"

A harsh slap landed on his wet cheek, making his head fly aside. Anger was growing inside of him. It was all that Donnie boy. He filled her head with such nonsense and took her away from him.

"Goodbye, Ronald."

As she hurriedly turned her back towards him, Ron managed to raise his head and look at her one last time.

"Nobody will ever love you like I do," he whispered. He was sure in that.

He turned around, heading the opposite way. The way they both walked that morning, when he confessed to her under a willow tree. He proudly held her hand and carried a smile on his face. Now? He carried a hole in his heart.

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a-pretty-nerd · 4 years ago

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Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 10

Premis:

When The League of Villains discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you’re in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

A/N:

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Word count: 1,818

Warnings: Minor violence

Chapter 9 Chapter 11

Loud announcement after loud announcement blasted from the speakers as the police spoke. Repeating the same few sentences over and over again. His stomach turned as anxiety took hold of him. Izuku Midoriya stood nearly a block away from the scene as he watched. He and Bakugou were given orders to sit on the perimeter and wait in case they were needed. Having experienced The League before, their assistance was helpful. But everyone was hoping it wouldn't be needed. For now, everyone's top priority was you. Bakugou huffed in frustration, folding his arms across his chest as he watched.

"I don't get it. We should just round them up while we still can. If we don't act fast, they'll slip out of our hands again." He growled.

"Arrest isn't our top priority right now. The hostage's safety is. We can't risk any harm coming to her. You know that." Midoriya answered. The blonde scoffed and spoke again after a long pause.

"I still can't believe it."

"Believe what?"

"That he has a daughter. You'd think he would have mentioned something like that by now. After all these years. Especially one with such a strong quirk."

"Yeah...I don't have kids of my own so, I don't know much about that but...It's odd isn't it? That he never mentioned her. Not even to us." Bakugou thought for a moment.

"Maybe it was the mom. Maybe she kept it that way. We don't know much about her."

"No...that doesn't sit right. Her mom seems intense, sure. But that's his daughter. I don't know about you, but if I had a kid like her, I wouldn't be able to stop talking about her. So, it doesn't make sense why someone like him..."

"They were young, right? About our age?"

"That's right."

"Think about it. If you and Ururaka got pregnant right now, what do you think would happen?"

"Thats different, she's a hero too-"

"No. Really. Think about it. If she told you tomorrow you were gonna have a kid, how would you feel?" Midorya thought for a moment.

"Scared, I guess."

"Would you slow down your hero work? After everything you've done, all the work you've put into this. Would you risk it all to be a proper father? And what about her? Would Ururaka be okay putting her life on hold for that kid? I doubt it."

"I see what you're saying. But that still doesn't explain why we're just finding out about her now."

"I'm sure he was just trying to protect her from shit like this happening. It's clear he still cares for her. It was probably his was of keeping her safe. As messed up as that is."

"I studied All Might my entire life. Became his successor and student. And still...I feel like I never really knew him until now."

"Mh."

"You're still my most valuable player. You're staying right here." Shigaraki's voice purred as his grip tightened around your arm. Pulling you closer to him. You felt your blood quickly rush up to your cheeks. The hot feeling coursing through your veins. You heard the loud squeak of a chair shifting across the floor. Your quirk unwittingly being activated. He ignored the sound, his deep red eyes glaring into yours as his scarred brow bone curved over them in a tight scowl. His eyes, so brilliant and full of passion. You were lost in them. Time always seemed to stop when he did this.

"Boss! We gotta get out of here! We can't fight them all!" Spinner shouted, tearing those eyes away from you. How long had he been starring at you? Was he just as lost as you? You were doubtful. If he was lost in anything, it was probably his rage. His grip on you loosened, slowly dropping your arm almost like he was reluctant to.

"The truck. Is the truck ready?"

"Yes, but I doubt we can get out of here without being caught."

"Of course not. That's why we'll need a distraction. Until then we need time. Toga, the phone, quick." She jumped at the command. Grabbing a smartphone of hers and quickly adjusting it to film. Shigaraki's hands quickly found your body again. But they weren't nearly as harsh as last time, just firm. Man handling you to appear threatening. One hand coming around your neck from behind to display his fingers, and the other around your arm. He pressed you against his body.

"Filming!" Toga shouted.

"You heroes should know better than to just barge into such a delicate situation. The conditions are simple. Make one wrong move, and the girl is dust. I'll even leave her in a pretty little urn for you, hehehe, All Might."

"Cut! Edit and send to the heroes right?"

"And social media, anything to get it on the news. Dabi, Twice, is there a way for you to contact our friends on the outside?"

"But boss! They have us tapped! They'll be prepare for our escape!" Twice shouted.

"They've planned for it already. We've lost the element of surprise. We need results."

"Shigaraki?" You croaked.

"What!?" He shouted in your ear. You winced, holding your free had up to tap at his wrist around your neck.

"Could you, loosen up a bit?" He swiftly pulled his hands away from you. Watching you gently cough and regain your breath.

"We're not, really going to kill her, are we?" Toga pulled her attention away from her phone and shuffled closer to you. Turning to be in-between you and Shigaraki, almost to protect you from being grabbed again.

"No. Not if we plan to get out of here." He and turned sat down on the couch, his hands coming up to rub against his sore neck. Toga patted your back.

"You alright there? You're burning up. You're not sick are you?"

"No...No Im fine."

"You sure?"

"I'm fine. Thank you, Toga." It made her smile to hear you say that.

"Don't worry. Tomura's smart. He'll get us out safe, you'll see." You smiled back at her.

"I'm sure. But somehow I doubt I'll see you again. So, if this is goodbye-"

"Don't say that!" Toga shouted. "We're gonna stick together. Remember? I promised you I wouldn't let anyone hurt you!" You starred at her with wide eyes as your heart raced in your chest. A loud flutter.

"But, Toga."

"But nothing, friends stick together, right?" You nodded. "Then that settles it! We're taking her with us, aren't we guys?" Confused faces looked up at the two of you. "Well?"

"Uh- Sure." Spinner shrugged.

"Hell No - Alright!" Twice shouted.

"Heh, alright." Dabi chuckled.

"Tomura?" Toga called the absent-minded man.

"Huh?"

"We're taking her with us, right? She's one of us now!" Toga reached for your hand and curled her fingers between yours. Shigaraki looked up at her, his eyes lost in thought. "Tomura!" She scolded him like a little sister. He blinked a few times, shaking his attention to you.

"Are you, Y/L/N? Are you one of us?" You froze for a moment. No. Of course not. You're not a villain. You're not like these people! You're a heroes' kid! You're not evil! You're a good person!

You opened your mouth to speak, an overwhelming cacophony of thoughts keeping you from answering. For the first time in your entire life, you had been cared for in a way you never had before. No longer reliant on a bottle of pills to function properly. No longer forced to be productive. No pressure to be anything special. You could grow here. You could be yourself here. The room buzzed with energy at the activation of your quirk. Your emotional state boiling to a head, you opened your mouth to answer but before you could speak-

The building began to shake underneath you. You were thrown to the floor, eyes darting everywhere in search for the cause. The sound of explosions blasted above you, while what sounded like a bulldozer echoed below.

"Damn it! They're coming from both ends!" Dabi announced, gaining his balance to perform a ready stance before his blue flames emerged.

"C'mon Shigaraki! What do we do!" Twice shouted as he clung onto the man's forearm. The rest of you inching closer and closer to each other.

The blasts above became louder and louder until it became evident it was right above. Your stomach turned as you came to the realization. Before the order left his lips you had reached for a table across the room and brought it up above your small group for protection.

"Y/L/N!" Just in time for it to deflect the shrapnel of drywall that burst from the explosion above. Suddenly the floor below gave way, sending the six of you falling through the open air. There were supposed to be several floor to the building, but thanks to the hero, Deku, flimsy walls of the already rotting building had been quickly demolished within seconds.

You watched yourself fall, your hand desperately reaching for anything to hold on to. Failing and plummeting down with the rest of them. You watched as the DynaMight emerged from the smoke above to watch you with a satisfied grin plastered over his face.

The cries of the others behind you filled your ears. Why wasn't this hero doing something? Why wasn't he jumping to catch you? To catch the others? Is going to let you fall to your deaths? You can't let him do that! Quick- Quick- your quirk- catch them!

After a few attempts at activation in your panic, you were able to catch the others in the air. Just before their bodies hit the concrete of the building basement. Dropping them down from a safe few feet. The fall was uncomfortable, but a relief to you and the others that you could work so quickly.

But your success was short-lived as the building trembled and quaked with another explosion. You looked up just in time to watch what was left of the old hide out to come crashing down around you. Leaving you trapped in the basement, in complete darkness.

"THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" A familiar shriek echoed in Bakugou and Midoriya's ear pieces. They both jolted at the painful intrusion. Your mother, having just stolen a police walky talky huffed on the other end.

"Our apologies ma'am but they're fine. I saw it with my own eyes. They're just trapped under debris. Everything is going according to plan." Midoriya reassured.

"Ac- ACCORDING TO PLAN!? You mean to tell me, young man, that you intended to trap my daughter in with her KIDNAPPERS, WHO THREATENED TO KILL HER!?" She spat, understandably.

"If they wanted her dead by now, she would be. Shigaraki doesn't play games unless it's necessary. Trust me." Bakugou barked.

"So now what? We just wait until this psychopath decays his way loose?"

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hinatastinygiant · 2 years ago

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Chapter Twenty

Lavender

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

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You step into the passenger seat of Oikawa's car and allow him to drive you off without any more discussion about where you're going. However, it isn't long until you arrive at a small restaurant only a few blocks away.

"I didn't want to take you anywhere too far or else your bodyguard might really freak out if you're past your curfew," Oikawa jokes.

"No doubt about that," you agree with a sigh. "I'm sorry about before, I don't know what got into him. I guess it's just been a long day, you know?"

"I get it. You don't have to apologize or explain anything to me. Osamu was a great man and his disappearance has been hard on all of us. That being said, I know it's been especially rough on you both."

"It has," you nod as you think about the fight you just had at the front door. "I just wish we had answers."

"We all do," he sighs. "By the way, you don't mind this, do you? Because I don't want to force you into doing something you don't want. Would you like me to bring you back?"

"No, I want to be here," you smile, "and not just to spite Atsumu, either."

"You two have spent a lot of time together, yeah?" he then asks. "Do you get along well?"

"Yeah, we do. Pretty well most times," you share.

"Do you think you might have feelings for Atsumu?" he then continues to ask a bit hesitantly now.

"No, it's like I was just telling Aoi, it's really not like that at all," you say defensively. Thank god Oikawa isn't some kind of detective or he'd see right through you.

"So I'm not the only one who thought that..."

"I mean I can see why, but really, we're just friends," you insist.

"Okay because to be honest, I would like to think of our little outing tonight as a date if it isn't too soon..."

"A date?" you repeat. "Well, I suppose it would be a good way to take my mind off of everything else. So, sure. It's a date."

"Great, now come. Let's go inside before they close," he grins.

The two of you go inside for some Shabu Shabu. Oikawa is kind the whole time, showing great sympathy for your situation. You easily let down your guard and enjoy your night when you finally forget about all the other drama in your world.

"Did you know that Shabu Shabu is named that way after the sound the food makes in the hot pot?" he asks you once the food arrives.

"No, not at all," you laugh. "But I can totally hear that now!"

After you enjoy your meal with Oikawa, you open up about how you've been spending your time with Bokuto and Daichi and, more importantly, why. Oikawa listens carefully to your story about Kuroko and Akashi, agreeing that he doesn't think they're holding Osamu hostage, but that he does think they'll follow through with their threat.

"If you ever need more money you could help Iwaizumi and me," he offers kindly. "Most of the contracts we get are for millions, if not a billion yen at a time."

"Contracts? Like, for what?" you ask unsure if you really want to know.

"For murders," he says in a hushed voice as he leans in closer to you. You watch his eyes sparkle as the words spill from his lips. For a moment, he looks more like a psychopath than a friend offering to help. "You'd keep whatever you earn, of course."

"I don't know..." you admit a bit cautiously after seeing this new side of him. " After everything with Osamu, how could I possibly take someone's life? Someone who's a brother, a friend, a lover?" You then gasp at a new thought that suddenly pops into your mind. "What if that's what happened to Osamu? It'd make sense because of what we do... There could be ones out for you and me, too!"

"You act as though you just realized what being in the Yakuza means, Y/N," he chuckles. "Though I personally doubt that is what happened to Osamu, the reality is that it is possible."

"You doubt it? Well what do you think happened to him then since you're so opinionated?" you begin to talk a bit louder in the restaurant.

"Shh, keep your voice hushed before someone's ears catch onto something they shouldn't hear. I don't know what happened to Osamu, but I can assure you that nobody was out to get him. He was a well-liked guy, you know that don't you?"

"Of course I do," you reply as you sit up a bit straighter in your chair. "I just don't know what to think anymore," you sigh.

"I understand," he nods. "How about we make our own deal instead then, hm?"

"Our own deal?" you repeat.

Just then, the waiter comes to pick up your plates and leave the check. Oikawa opens his wallet and pulls out a hundred to place on the table. "Let's go for a walk."

The two of you thank the staff on your way out and walk through the parking lot, past Oikawa's car, and over to a bench nearest a small woods.

"Are you going to tell me what you mean before?" you ask as he sits and gets himself comfortable on the bench.

Oikawa pats the seat beside him and smiles, hoping you'll sit. However, you keep firm ground with your spot in front of him.

"Suit yourself," he sighs as he sinks into his spot. "The deal I'm offering is simple. Since you don't want to work with me, I'm offering an arrangement instead. You've got one week left to collect the money from Kuroko. If you don't get the money in time, I'll do you a favor. Before Kuroko's group strikes, I'll shoot him down first. What do you think?"

"You mean, kill them before they kill us?" you ask for clarification.

"Correct. Are you in?"

"Are you trying to say you don't think I'll be able to come up with the money?" you then ask him.

"It has nothing to do with your ability to get the money. I'm just saying I'll have your back in case anything goes wrong," he explains.

"And then what?" you continue, "If you kill Kuroko, what will you ask from me in return?"

"Simple. Just the money you had collected in anticipation to give to Kuroko. That's all, nothing else," he nods reassuringly.

"Okay then," you sigh. "If I don't come up with the money Kuroko wants, I'll give what I have to you in exchange for his life."

"Well then!" his voice booms as he jumps to stand right in front of your face. "We've got ourselves a deal. Ready to go back home?"

"Yeah," you nod. "I think I need to get some sleep."

"I'm sure you do," he agrees. "We all do."

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Only Traitors Consort With The Damned (Part Nine)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: violence, blood imagery

Context: The first of the SRS has arrived, but thankfully not in large numbers.

A/N: hopefully I'll have a more Halloween-esque part to this out next weekend, so stay tuned for that!😁💛

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A shiver runs through my body as I move silently through the back streets of Santa Carla, my hand resting on the gun holstered at my hip, gloved fingers tapping lightly on the deadly weapon as if in anticipation, my muscles taut and ready to spring into action. Unsurprisingly, a cool wind is blowing through town, the late October chill easily seeping into my new, stolen black denim jacket, the new outfit the boys found for me acting as a suitable disguise, seeing as the SRS uniform from before is a little too conspicuous, though the chains rattling quietly by my thigh are a little distracting, and the studs adorning the variety of clothes are a little superfluous, but it does it's part well enough. Thankfully, I got to keep my boots, so at least I'm not getting blisters from any new ones.

Biting my lip, I turn down yet another deserted alley, quickly scanning it for danger, noting the lack of people instantly, though there are a few cars and bins sitting by the surrounding walls here and there, each of them providing sufficient cover for a person, or multiple persons. Slowly, I edge forwards, watching the surroundings for any movement, aware that there could be danger at any moment, my heart pounding as I clock the lack of sound in the area, suddenly aware of the fact that there are no working streetlamps on this particular strip of alley, leaving it completely cloaked in darkness. Uneasy, I stop still, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Very carefully, I take off my gloves, placing them in my pocket as I listen closely to the eerie silence, watching the dark space in front of me, hoping to catch anything, should it come closer.

My head snaps round in the direction of a muted footstep, my fingers wrapping around the stock of the gun, pulling it from its holster and smoothly cocking it, flicking off the safety as I turn towards the noise. Mechanically, I lift the weapon a little higher, calming my racing heart before I step over towards the car the noise came from, holding my breath as I try to make out any shapes in the suffocating blackness, finding it nigh-on impossible to do so.

As I approach the car, I lift the gun higher still, edging around the seemingly abandoned vehicle, keeping my eyes trained on the space in front of me, my training kicking in as a dull calm spreads through me, keeping me from moving erratically, everything around me filtering out as I round the bonnet of the car.

A sudden blow to my upper back throws me forwards into the wall ahead of me, the air leaving my lungs as I collide with it painfully, tears springing to my eyes as my nose makes contact, the gun falling from my hands. Recovering quickly, I duck down before the second punch can come, a stifled yelp of surprise escaping my attacker as their fist connects with the hard surface, their knuckles most likely cracking from the force, causing them to reel back a little, leaving me time to spin around and jump back upright again. Without pausing, I swing my fist round into their exposed ribs, feeling the bones give slightly under the impact, my other hand coming round to land a hard blow to their descending face, their body whipping to the side in response. I move closer, intending to grab them, only for them to suddenly lunge forwards and shove me up against the wall, fists pummeling my sides, low grunts of pain leaving my lips as I grab their shoulders, but to no avail.

After a particularly well-aimed punch to the centre of my collarbones, I have to suck in a sharp breath of air, wincing as pain explodes through my chest, rendering me momentarily incapable of retaliating, giving my attacker the perfect opportunity to grab my hair and throw me away from the wall, my body violently crashing into the car bonnet as they drop me there, pain quickly spreading through me as I make contact. Under my weight, the windscreen cracks and shatters, shards of glass digging into my back as I skid over them, my attacker advancing on me with a newfound confidence, my eyes swiftly spotting the knife in their hand. Ignoring the blood pouring from my nose and mouth, I quickly roll to the side to avoid a sudden downwards thrust of the blade, dropping off of the car and onto the floor, going to get up, only to be stopped by a hand grasping my hair again, yanking my head back and pressing the knife to my throat. Eyes going wide, I take hold of their arm and press against it, feeling the icy sting of the blade just cutting into my skin, panic starting to well up in my body as I fight against their strength, only to find them slowly overpowering me.

With one last push, I drive an elbow backwards, catching them in the knee with enough force to make them buckle a little, giving me the chance to duck out of their grip and throw them onto their back on the floor, swiftly pinning then down as I grab my own knife from my pocket, wincing as they manage to use their's to leave a long gash down one of my arms. Putting my knife to their throat, I press down until they stop struggling, the two of us breathing very heavily as we calm ourselves, both waiting for the next move.

When nothing happens, I go to lean back slightly, only for my captive to suddenly write underneath me, kicking me backwards a little so that I have to stretch out my arms to keep myself upright. In doing so, however, I manage to lodge my knife in their thigh, a scream of agony tearing itself from their lips at their self-inflicted wound, blood starting to ooze out from around the base of the weapon, colourful curses and swears aimed at me accompanying the whines and whimpers of pain that follow. Climbing off of them, I swiftly grab their wrists and use the rope at my belt to tie them together, ignoring their pleas and begging, the voice now distinctly male as they try to appeal to my better nature, seemingly forgetting that they just tried to kill me.

I don't look at their face, turning to their newly sustained wound, thinking things over, before making a split decision. Pulling another rope from my belt, I tie it around the top of his thigh, pulling it tight to stop the bleeding, choosing to leave the weapon in place as I work, eventually telling him to shut up as he continues to ramble on.

"Who the hell is that and why the fuck is he here?!" David growls at me as I eventually manage to drag the Scout into the cave, a trail of dirt mapping out the path I used as I manoeuvre my way around the messy interior.

"This," I start, dropping the man's legs as I find a better source of light, "Is a Scout, someone sent to find me before the rest of the Clean-up Team arrives. He's here because we're taking him hostage."

Kneeling down beside the now-unconscious man, I turn my attention to the knife protruding from his leg, quickly deciding how to go about this. Taking hold of the Scout's knife, I carefully cut away the fabric of his trousers around the wound, gently testing how tightly the knife is wedged into the muscle, before dropping the weapon in my hand and grabbing a piece of nearby cloth.

"A hostage? Why are you taking a hostage?" David continues to interrogate me, scowling at me as I yank the knife from the wound and use the fabric to staunch the flow of blood that rushes out.

"So that I have some leverage over them when they come for me, though I'm not too sure how well they'll react to this." I muse out loud, only now realising that the platinum blonde vampire across from me is having a hard time controlling himself, "Sorry, I forgot that this would be difficult for you guys."

A small part of me is glad that David is the one who volunteered to stay behind tonight to keep watch with me, given that he seems to have the most self control (apart from Dwayne) when it comes to blood; if it was Paul, the Scout would be dead by now.

David just huffs, sitting in his wheelchair sullenly as he waits for me to finish, blue eyes watching me as I examine the wound.

"Hey, do you think you could get the med-kit from my rucksack, please? I need to stitch this or he'll bleed out." I ask him quietly, hoping he'll agree.

The vampire rolls his eyes, but stands and gets the kit anyway, handing it to me with a grunt. Thanking him, I take out a needle and thread, sterilizing them both as I prepare them for use, removing the makeshift bandage from the wound and leaning in to start sewing the edges shut.

"Where did you learn to do that?" David asks suddenly, breaking the silence.

"This? I learnt on the job, a few years ago. Some werewolf caught me with its claws when I got too close. I had to stitch myself up, so I learned from the experience." I explain dismissively, remembering the incident well.

"A werewolf?" The vampire questions, seemingly confused, "Where was that?"

"Somehwere in Texas, I think. I don't really remember the specifics. Why?"

"Oh, I wasn't aware that there were still werewolves in this country."

"Really?! You can't possibly think you're the only supernatural beings left in the U.S?" I ask, incredulous.

"I've been stuck in Santa Carla for as long as I can remember, so I wouldn't know." He chuckles in response, "What're you gonna do with him when he wakes up?"

I shrug.

"Talk to him, interrogate him. I just need to know how close the SRS are to finding me."

"How close do you think they are?" David queries quietly.

I sigh to myself, sitting back on my heels as I finish the job.

"Honestly, I'd rather not think about it."

Part Ten

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bluebird167 · 6 years ago

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The Sinners and Their Saints Chapter 2: Unlikely Pairs Part 2

"I guess we now know that we have something in common." Frida said.

"What's that?"

"We're both orphans."

"Yes but don't think that makes us friends because there are plenty of orphans in the world. You and I are no exception."

"You really don't like me do you?"

"Well you are holding me hostage!"

"I want to let you go but if I do I'm alone again."

"Oh boo hoo for you. Guess what? I was alone too but you know what I did? I learned to live with it, you should try it."

"I did but it didn't work out."

"Well like you said Sister we all have our sob stories."

"You don't understand I can't be alone. If I'm left alone again I'll go crazy and they'll lock me up again."

"What in the name of God are you talking about?"

"After my parents and my sisters died I had to go stay at an orphanage but I had just recovered from diphtheria. They were afraid I might get the other kids sick so I had to stay in my room all alone. Not exactly the best for a little girl who lost everything in just two weeks. I...I found ways to cope with my loneliness, I imagined a friend to talk with me and play with me. Just a kid using imagination to help restore whatever joy she had left in her heart and for awhile I was happy again but that joy went away too soon."

"What do you mean?"

"When they saw me talking to something they couldn't see they thought I was crazy. They thought something was very wrong with me so they sent away to an asylum. They kept me in dark and cold room with no windows so I couldn't even see sunlight and the only time someone came to see me was to hook me up to an electric machine that hurt. What's really ironic about it is they said they were going to help me." Her voice was getting softer. "How does any of that help anyone? How can they think touring a sad little girl would help her? I...I wasn't crazy...I never did anything wrong...I only wanted a friend. All I ever really wanted was a friend so I didn't have to be so alone."

A tear streamed down her face, just one. She refused to let anymore fall. She thought that if people saw her cry it would make things worse.

"Excuse me I think I have to go pee." She said leaving.

Manny was baffled, normally he just mocked or ignored people who told sob stories like these but this time it was different. For the first time in many years he actually felt sympathy for someone.

"Wait a minute do I actually feel sorry for this woman?" Manny asked himself. "Ridiculous! I don't feel sorry for anyone! Let alone a holy woman of God that happens to have a big mouth!"

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a large demonic creature resembling a spider with large tentacles with black tar dripping from him. It held his arms, his legs, and brought him toward it's mouth.

"Ha! Tremble in fear you pathetic half devil!" An annoying voice cackled.

"Oh no." Manny groaned.

Standing on top of the monster's head was a small green, imp like creature with red eyes and antennas on his large head laughing.

"Zim what do you want you little bug?" Manny asked.

"I have come searching for you!"

"Why?"

"I have a new master who demands your presence!"

"Who would be stupid enough to hire you as their henchman?"

"I am no one's henchman! And what do you mean stupid enough? I'm a great threat! I'm evil and dangerous and-"

"Blah, blah, blah. I've heard all this before."

"Why you insolent worm! If my master didn't want you alive I would feed you to my beast right now! Now let us go and-"

BANG!

A shot rang out and it hit one of the monster's tentacles. The shot came from a gun fired by Frida.

"Put him down!" Frida demanded making another aim.

"Frida get out of here!" Manny shouted. "He could kill you!"

"Don't make me shoot again!" She shouted.

"Oh please do you think that I can be intimadated by a little girl?" Zim mocked.

But Frida shot again this time it hit the tentacles holding Manny and he was dropped.

"Next one goes between your eyes!" Frida said aiming her gun at Zim but before she could fire the monster smacked her to the floor with one it's tentacles causing her to drop her gun.

"Kill her!" Zim ordered.

The creature hissed and prepared to bite down on her head when a bolt of fire blew it to pieces. It had been thrown by Manny who was ready to throw more fire if needed.

"Do not lay a finger on my lady!" He growled. "Leave now you imp or you'll end up like your pitiful creature."

"This isn't over! I'll be back!" He then vanished.

"Are you alright?" Manny asked Frida.

"I'm fine." She said standing up. "Now you know why I carry a gun."

"You saved me. Why?"

"I owed you. Remember?"

He noticed that her arm was bleeding.

"You're hurt." He said.

"It's just a scratch, I can fix it up."

She pulled a first aid kit out of her suitcase, took out some band aids, and removed her gloves to fix her scratches. Manny noticed that on her right wrist was a mark in the shape of a cross.

"Where did you get this?" He asked taking her wrist.

"Get what?"

"This mark."

"I've always had it, I was born with it. It's a birthmark."

"In the shape of a cross?"

"Look I know it's weird but it is a birthmark. If I had baby pictures I'd show you that I've had it since day one. Now give me back my hand."

She jerked her arm away and began putting band aids on her scratches. After that she and Manny decided to call it a night and get some sleep. However Manny fell asleep feeling puzzled by something. Frida's birthmark looked exactly like the scar that had been carved into Analia's wrist by her deranged father. The two women looked alike, sounded alike, and had the same mark in the same place. Was there a connection between the two?

#el tigre #el tigre au #el tigre the adventures of manny rivera #steven universe au #steven universe #gravity falls au #gravity falls #invader zim #cartoon crossover #fanfiction #the sinners and their saints

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rreader · 7 years ago

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can I request harryxreader au in 4th yr where she's a close friend to harry but he don't know she likes him. she gets hurt when harry asked cho to go to the yule ball and started avoiding him. harry had no clue so he got mad as well and they didn't talk to each other anymore but in the 2nd task she's the one taken hostage and when they got out of the lake they realized what and how it happened and were very awkward afterwards. um you decide the ending wether they'll confess or not thank you

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader ; Hermione Granger x Ron WeasleyFandom: Harry PotterWarnings: angst, obviously

Summary: Harry broke your heart when he started seeing Cho, so you started ignoring him in return. It was only when he was about to lose you during the Triwizard Tournament that he realized his feelings for you were more than the feelings one had for a friend.

A/N: you know how long I’ve been waiting for a harry request? ages. and you know how happy I am with this request? INCREDIBLY. honestly, I LOVE this request. HP 4 is by far my fave plot. I’ve always loved the triwizard tournament stuff, so this was a freaking joy to write! I honestly hope you like it hun! (also, I changed the plot of task 2 a bit so it would fit with my story!) (added Harry Potter to my fandoms page!)

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Youwalked up to Ron and Hermione, both trying their hardest to stifletheir giggles.

“What’sso funny, you guys?”

Hermionenodded towards Harry and Cho. They were too far away for you to hearanything, but he was fumbling with his hands, his eyes not meetinghers, a small blush on his face.

“He’sasking her to go to the Yule Ball with him.”

“Tryingto ask her,” Ron corrected her.

Thesmall smile that was previously sitting on your face immediatelydisappeared. Your shoulders sank and your jaw dropped slightly,disappointment clear on your face. It only got worse when Cho threwher arms around Harry’s neck, an excited grin forming on her lips.

“Well,looks like he’s doing great so far,” Hermione nudged Ron in theribs and laughed a bit.

Choseemed to whisper something into Harry’s ear, then she turned aroundand walked away. The Gryffindor stared after her for a little whilelonger, then he turned towards his friends and approached them,scratching the back of his head.

“I..uhm.. I gotta go. See you around guys,” you stammered, then quicklyleft before Harry could reach you, even though he had already waved atyou.

Allthree of them now watched you leave.

“Isshe alright?” Harry asked.

“Noidea..”

threedays later

“(Y/N)!”

Youignored him.

“Holdup!”

Stillignoring him.

Finallyhe caught up with you and walked alongside you towards your nextclass.

“Are youalright?”

“Yeah,fine,” you said quickly.

“You’vebeen ignoring me for the past three days..”

Butagain, you didn’t answer.

Youwere upset with him. And angry with yourself. You’ve thought you andhim were getting closer these past weeks. Hours upon hours thatyou’ve spent together, the small touches that were exchanged that had letyour heart rate explode, the looks he had given you when he thought youwouldn’t realize.. did you make all of that up? Did he really seenothing but a friend in you?

Ifhe saw more in you, he wouldn’t have asked Cho to go to the Yule Ballwith him.

Youwere only a friend. Nothing more.

“It’sfine,” you said once more.

Hesuddenly stopped, clearly being frustrated with you.

“Youknow, I could really use my friend right now!”

Youstopped as well, thinking about your next words very carefully,especially because you didn’t know whether you wanted to scream or cry.

“Noneof those here,” you only turned your head to the side, not reallylooking at him, but also not completely looking away. You tried tocontrol your voice as best as possible, then you took a deep breathand continued to walk to your next class, leaving a disheartenedHarry behind.

Hestood there in that hallway, staring after you, until a studentaccidentally ran into him.

Onlythen did he close his eyes for a second, turn around and walk towardshis next class, his heart feeling like somebody had stabbed him.

theday of the 2nd task

“Where’sHermione?!” Ron looked around, but couldn’t find his bestfriend/crush anywhere.

“Goodquestion,” Harry walked up to Neville. “Are you sure this isgoing to work?”

“Yes,well, it’s supposed to..-”

“Neville!”

Nevillegulped and nodded.

“Yes.I’m sure.”

SoHarry nodded as well, taking the gillyweed from his friend.

“(Y/N)’snot here either. They better have a good explanation for notsupporting you on a day like this,” Ron said, while they sat downin the boat, which would take them to the platform from which the 2ndtask would begin.

“Wedon’t talk anymore..”

“Wait..what do you mean?”

Harrysighed and turned around to look at Cho who was sitting in the boatbehind him, smiling encouragingly at him, then he faced his bestfriend again.

“It’sbeen weeks. I don’t know why.. it was like.. it was like she suddenlyhated me.”

Ron’seyebrows drew together in confusion, thinking very hard as to why youwould be angry with him.

Hedidn’t have much time though, since they docked at the platform a fewseconds later.

OnceHarry was on it, he took one good look around, confirming that you really weren’t here, then he shoved the gillyweed down his throatand within seconds, his body started to transform.

Andwhen all the others had already jumped into the cold of the lake, hewas still struggling with the effects of the gillyweed and would havefor a few more minutes if someone hadn’t thrown him into the water.

Andonce he was in, he started to relax.

Hecould feel the gills on his throat and his hands were now webbed,like he was a hybrid between a human and a fish. He then jumped outof the water once, showing everyone that he wasn’t dead, especiallyNeville, who was probably going crazy at this point, then he began toswim, the verse from the golden egg ringing in his head.

“We’vetaken what you’ll sorely miss”

Fora second, an image of Hedwig flashed before his mind.

Hopefullyit wasn’t his dear owl that was down here.

Harrydidn’t waste much time exploring.

Hewas the first out of the four to reach the village of the Merpeople.

Butwhat he saw in front of him made his blood run cold, even more thanit already had.

Infront of him weren’t items or their beloved pets.

Humans.Friends. Family.

Fleur’slittle sister, Cedric’s date from the Yule Ball..

Hermione!She had to be down here because of him!

SoHarry quickly swam towards her when he saw you right next toHermione.

Andhe thought the sight of his best friend had frightened him..

..butseeing you, your lifeless body, a rope tied to your ankle to keep youdown in the waters.

Hiswhole body was paralyzed. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t breathe.. hejust stared at you. His hand reached out to touch your face, when Victor pushed him awayfrom Hermione to bring her back to the surface. It was only then that he knew. You were the one he had to rescue. Because if you died..

He quickly blinked a couple of seconds to get rid of that thought and used a spell to cut the rope. Then he wrapped his arm around your waist andswam towards the surface.

Andthe second the cold air hit your face, was the second you woke up fromyour ‘trance’.

Youcoughed intensely, couldn’t see a thing for the first few seconds.You only relaxed when you could hear Harry’s voice trying to calm youdown.

Hehelped you get to the platform and immediately wrapped both his andyour own towel around your body.

Andwhile Dumbledore announced who the winner was, Harry and you staredinto each other’s eyes, so many unspoken words lingering between you.

Itwas you who broke the eye contact first, the awkwardness suddenlysetting in, especially when Cho was crouching next to Harry andrubbing his back.

***

Youand the other three who were down in the lake were still in thehospital wing.

Itwas only a precaution.. or at least that’s what they had said.Suddenly they were concerned about your welfare.

Fleursat at her sister’s bed, softly combing her blonde hair, Hermione wasreading a book and Cedric’s girlfriend was about to be the first toget out of here.

Youwere staring at the ceiling, fidgeting with your fingers, whileeverything that had happened these past hours was keeping you up.

“Harry!Ron!” Hermione beamed when she saw her best friends enter thehospital wing, a bouquet of flowers in Ron’s hand. He immediatelywalked over to Hermione, while Harry lingered where he stood anddecided to walk over to you first.

Youwere now sitting upright in your bed, watching him.

“Hey..”

“Hey,”you replied.

“Uhm..can I..?” he pointed towards the end of your bed and waited tillyou nodded before he sat down.

Fora long time all he did was stare at his hands, his chest heavingheavily.

Youhated the silence. You wanted to say something.. anything. But allyou did was stare at him.. hope that he’d be the one who’d start.

“Ithought you hated me.”

“Itried,” you admitted, lowering your head in shame. “But Icouldn’t.”

Finally,he turned his head to face you.

He couldn’t forget the picture from earlier. Your face.. you looked.. dead.

And the more he thought about it, the clearer it got..

“Iguess it’s true. You don’t know how much someone means to you, unlessyou’re about to lose them.”

Youlooked up at him and even though you tried not to, tears started torun out of your eyes.

Harryquickly slid closer to you and held you in his arms. It was a bit awkward, but you appreciated it.

“It’sokay,” he kept whispering in your ear and just rocked you in hisarms until you stopped crying.

Therewas still a lot to be talked about.

Buthe had ended things with Cho and he was ready to finally explore thefeelings he had long had for you, but had always been to scared toshow.

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“I Am You”

Statistics display the rate of dissociative identity disorder as .01% to 1% of the overall populace. Some of them say that they experience it as if they are watching themselves in a movie at times. Will you believe if I tell you that I'm part of that small percentage of people with undiagnosed dissociative identity disorder? Or you'll think that I'm just a typical weirdo in the neighborhood just like what others think? But I'll tell you they are true, and they exist in me. My name is Terry. I'm a scarred highschool student. Kids at my age used to make fun of me because I stutter every time I speak. Is it a bad thing? I can't understand them though. I didn't do anything wrong for them to hate me this much. Today, someone threw my bag into the trash bin when I was away from my seat to buy some snacks in the canteen. That made Sam furious. Sam is my other self. He is a 20 years old teenager with an anger management issue. Weeks ago I was sent to the Guidance Office because he beat someone for accidentally stepping on his foot. That time my classmates were so flustered because I used to be the one who received that kind of treatment from my bullies. At this moment, Sam is taking the spot over me, so he can avenge on my behalf. Honestly, I'm glad that he exists because without him, I'm just a wimpy kid who cannot fight back. I'm so sick of that. But before he punched that guy straight on his face I stopped Sam. Yes, we can coexist at the same time. Amazing, right? I saw how scared that idiot is when I started talking to Sam. I know he thinks I'm crazy, but I have no other choice. I don't want Sam to get into trouble. I know him, he turns into a monster when he's angry, so I decided to cut my class and went home straight before Sam's emotion exploded. There, Loida suddenly appears. She is my third identity. Loida is a full-time housewife, and she always takes good care of me and Sam. You know, I used to be alone in this house. I have no one by my side because my parents passed away in a car accident when I was thirteen. I was lonely but not until my two identities came. I still remember it vividly, when I'm alone walking in a dark alley after a tiring day at school, I heard an unusual noise. Out of my curiosity I tried to find where is that noise coming from, as I come closer and closer to it, the noise becomes more loud and clear. It was a girl desperately crying for help, and around her is a bunch of male students feasting on her body. I was too scared, I was too coward. I ran and left that girl behind, then the next day, I saw her face in a news article. She's dead, she committed suicide that night, after that horrible incident. That's when my other two identities came to life. In the middle of a calm and sunny day a strong wind blows into my life, yet I wasn't so sure if this will give me comfort or will leave me more devastated at the end. But now I'm sure that it's not the latter. I enjoyed their company. Actually no one wants to be my friend, good thing I have the both of them, so I'm feeling less lonely these days. I'm just afraid of one thing. I haven't seen my fourth identity. I just heard things about him from Sam and Loida. According to them, he exists to protect young girls, but he's quite dangerous because he has a tendency to kill. My life is already complicated as it is, I don't think I need more. Bang! I heard the sound of a gun near my place, so I rushed outside to check where the noise was coming from. I saw a man probably in his 30s pointing a gun to a half naked girl trembling in fear. The next thing I knew is that my hands are covered in blood while holding a gun, and in front of me is a lifeless man and a girl crying out of shock. Minutes later I'm still staring blankly out of nowhere when the cops came and arrested me. “It was not me”, I uttered between my tears. But will they actually believe me or they'll just think that I'm crazy? Well, it doesn't matter anymore. Everything is all messed up, but none of these is my fault. If only the world became less cruel to me, I think everything would have

flowed differently. None of these would happen, and no one needs to suffer. “Shall we put an end to this?”, I whispered to the cop next to me in the passenger's seat. I quickly grab his gun and pull the trigger, then jump out of the car. Why would I kill myself if I can just kill them all? Afterall, it is the world who turns me into who I am. Run, run, run, all my life all I do is to run like a coward, but not anymore. From this day forward, I will deliver every sinner to hell. That's how my fourth identity dominates me. My other identities are no longer able to take the spot, all I can do is to watch him as if I'm watching myself in a movie. Under the moonlight when everyone was asleep, he goes around every dark alleys slashing his knife to everyone he saw committing inhumane acts: rape, robbery, murder, all of them. He doesn't miss any. I can feel how satisfied he is while mutilating the bodies of his targets, he even collected some of their belongings as his remembrance. Each day passing by, people's fear of going outside in the middle of the night increases after seeing those mortified bodies purposely left in the street to serve as a warning. The busy street in the morning looks like an abandoned place every night. Though the criminality rate reaches the bottom rock, yet no one dares to go outside. “Is this the world that you want?”, I asked myself hoping that this will be heard by my fourth personality. At once, he let me take over the spot, now we are coexisting in my body. “Oh, my dear Terry, only evil can defeat evil. A sacrifice should be made to end this war, you should be proud of our contribution to achieve this peace. Why are you being like that? Every man has a darkness buried deeply within them, and you are not an exemption. Come on, don't fool yourself. You're not better than me. Did you not enjoy watching me stab those garbages ruthlessly? Did you not enjoy hearing them scream and plead for their lives? Did you not feel like a god even for a moment just like I am? Don't you know that I exist to do what you are too scared to do? No matter how hard you deny me, I am you.” A sound of a gun cut our conversation, the police surrounded me, and now I am cornered. “Let's just surrender!”, I angrily shouted to my fourth personality, but he never listened to me. Instead he reached the cop nearest to him, stole his gun and took him as a hostage. I don't know what to do, he became stronger than me. In fact, he has more control of my own body than I do. While I am still confused on what to do, one of the officers shoots me in my left arm making me lose my hold on the hostage. When they already ensured the safety of the hostage, they shot my left arm once again which made me lose my balance. I fell hard and became unconscious for a few seconds. When I woke up, my fourth personality was no longer with me. I take the opportunity and grab the gun that I fell a while ago. “I'm sorry but I refuse to be a part of your evil scheme; I refuse to be you.”, I uttered before letting the bullet enter my head. I clearly saw the blood dripping down my head, then everything around me turned black. “This must be the end.”, I whispered as my strength slowly left my body. But I was wrong. When I opened my eyes all I could see was a room covered with white paint, a white bed, and a white dress. I shout and shout hoping that someone will hear me, but no one responded to my desperate cry. That moment I was suddenly reminded of the people who died on my own hands. They actually do the same, they desperately plead for their lives, but at the end it was all useless. I never felt even a small amount of sympathy towards them. All I could think about is their sins — I was too busy justifying all the heinous crimes I committed. Is this the price I have to pay for the blood in my hands?

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