#but then clem gets a little too close and he's like 'oops haha let my guard down for two seconds why don't you go over there now'

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

You get to choose:

Fav character/fav moment/fav ship in s4 of TWDG :]

Favorite character: Louis

Favorite ship: Clouis

Favorite moment: ep4 before the bridge scene, the whole reunion and group hug; Clementine, AJ, Louis, and Tenn walking together while Clem and Louis talk about him killing Dorian and he shares things about himself; the two of them talking about building a home together, it's so good

...I'm very predictable haha

Listen, I know what I like, and that's Louis. TFS really said "okay we're gonna write one of the best characters in TWDG for this game and make him so difficult to get to *actually* know unless the player makes an effort [which half of the players won't] and only then will they see the complexities woven throughout him" and I love that.

[tracie-beauchamp]

Hunting party

Here’s what happened when Tracie decided to track Ethan during Naomi’s birthday party. Sorry for the errors in the text and the shitty writing. Mentions of @ashtonschreave @haidenschreave @aliyatyson and @mila-regan

To describe me, people like to use the words “honest” or even “funny”. I think I found a better one. Badass. I am fucking badass. Ethan the asshole is in jail thanks to me. And be reassured, I know it was totally insane and dangerous. I’m a Selected, I’m not even seventeen, that’s not my job etc. But hey, I had to do something for Mila. I couldn’t bear seeing her feeling so bad because of that guy. So I left the party and joined the guards quarters, after fighting with the girls. They obviously didn’t want me to go with the guards. But I won and they let me go. I’m so stubborn and determined haha.

 I finally found the room used to organize the operations, breathless after all the running. It wasn’t so hard with the racket. I entered quietly, my presence has not even been noticed. I took a seat next to general Jackson. I felt everybody looking suddenly at me. Except Jackson, who was yelling orders.

 “And what are you looking at ?!” He finally screamed, turning his head towards me. I smiled and waved. “Fuck, Beauchamp, why am I only half surprised ?”

 “You know me, Jackson.” I shrugged. “So, what’s your plan ?”

 If I had been another random selected, I would have been kicked out. I was totally aware that I used my advantages. They knew me, knew what I was able of, knew I wouldn’t move my ass.

 Jackson gave me papers and sighed. I read them quickly and raised my head. The guards were quiet, waiting for my comments. “I have a better plan.”

 “You always do, genius.” Jackson shakes his head. “I let you stay only for your father.”

 Oops. Dad. I knew all the problems I could have, but my father was the most frightening. Well… never mind. I had an asshole to catch.

 One hour later, I was part of the operations. We were quietly planning what we would do to find Ethan as soon as possible. We concluded he was probably still in the forest surrounding the palace. He was alone, with no food, no water. It was impossible he was somewhere else. We sent a drone I modified with a thermal imaging camera. And now we were waiting for results.

 I was looking at the screen, hoping we would find a red stain corresponding to a human body very soon. I had never felt the need to protect a friend so much. I was like that only with my family (including my mother). I suddenly realized that I considered them as a family. We had fun, we fought…like a family. Even if I didn’t win, I wouldn’t regret being there, only because I met them. Aliya, Mila and the others… I couldn’t see my life without them from now on. And therefore I couldn’t see them suffer.

 There was suddenly the silence around me. Still looking at the screen because I didn’t want to miss Ethan, I asked what was going on. A deep voice I was used to hearing since I was able to watch TV answered. “Good evening, Lady Patricia.”

 The king. There was the king in the room. Holy shit. I raised my head. He looked not very happy to find one of his son’s Selected there. “Your Majesty… I’m uh… helping.” I stuttered. He probably didn’t want me as daughter-in-law anymore. If he had ever wanted someone like me as daughter-in-law. Oh no, what if he convinced Haiden to eliminate me after that ? I wanted to stay ! I realized the multiple consequences joining the hunting party could have. I thought two seconds and decided that Mila’s well-being was more important than my place in the Selection. If Haiden eliminated me because of my insane and dangerous participation to the hunting party, I would be sad and disappointed, but knowing that Ethan couldn’t hurt Mila again would be enough… I thought so.

 “Actually Your Majesty,” Jackson said. “Miss Beauchamp is the only one able to use that thing she calls a drone.” I looked at him, shocked. He defended me. I couldn’t believe it.

 “And where does the drone come from ?” Our king asked.

 I felt his eyes on me and I looked at the screen to avoid them.

 “She found it in the closet. It was broken but she repaired it.”

 I would have liked to hug Jackson. He was only saying the truth, but I sounded more useful than I probably really was. Maybe King Ashton would let me stay and wouldn’t say anything about it to his son.

 “I FOUND HIM !” I suddenly screamed.

 Everybody got closer to watch the small screen of the tablet. There was a red figure moving fastly for someone probably very tired by his escape.

 “Coordinates?” Jackson asked.

 I told him and all the guards in the room ran to leave. “To the helicopters. Right now.” Jackson ordered. “Thanks for your help, Beauchamp, you can go to sleep now.”

 I got up and looked at him angrily. I couldn’t leave now, I was so close to catch him !

 “You did your part of the job.” He continued. “Now it is our turn.”

 He was going to leave the room too, letting me with the king, but I said. “You still need me to know where he is going. He’s moving fast. I have to come with you.” Jackson looked at me, then at King Ashton, not knowing what to do. I could see he wanted to say to me I could go, but we both knew the king was the one who had to make the decision. I stared at him, able to try a puppy sight to convince him. He stared at me too, thinking. His face was impenetrable, just the same as his son.

 “Will Lady Patricia’s safety be assured if she comes with you, General ?”

 He probably thought they really needed me to say that. I tried not to make a little victory dance.

 “She’ll stay in the helicopter, he won’t be able to attack her there, Your Majesty. I swear on my life that nothing will happen to her.”

 I thought I could tell them the position of the asshole from here, with a simple radio, but given the fact that nobody suggested this idea and that I really wanted go with them, I shut up.

 King Ashton nodded. “I hope you’re right, general. Because I am not sure I will be able to explain to my son why one his selected got hurt or worse, dead.”

 Jackson and I bowed and left the room. He caught my arm and led me God knew where. “Beauchamp, I know you like to do what you want, but this time, it is really serious. If you don’t listen to my orders…”

 “Got it.” I said… only to make him shut up. We both knew I would not listen to his orders. I suddenly recognized the corridors. He was leading me to the laundry room. He searched a moment in the room and gave me a battledress. “Slip into this right now. I hope it will fit.”

 Why did people alway have to remind me I was fat ?

 Jackson got out of the room, saying I had two minutes. I threw my heels and my pink dress and put on the XL battledress and boots, which were unfortunately too big for me. Well they didn’t have girls in the army.

 “I’m ready to kick his ass !” I shouted. Jackson came back and shook his head. We crossed many corridors. I had no idea of where we were in the palace. After many stairs, we reached what I guessed was the hangar. And it was fucking huge. There were a wall full of different types of guns and other weapons, SUVs, helicopters and other military stuff. I finally found a familiar place in the palace.

 “You stay with me.” Jackson ordered me. I nodded, ready to follow him  if it meant I could have Ethan.

 He took me to a helicopter and gave me a headphone. One of the guy in front of the machine turned toward us and held a bat out me.

 “I thought you would like to have it.” I could recognise this white smile everywhere. “Thread !” The baseball bat was an old joke between me and the promo of Thread. I was twelve and fond of baseball, even if I couldn’t play. I walked everywhere in the basis with my bat and once hit a soldier in the canteen in front of everyone because he made fun of me. After that event, the guys started considering my bat as my personal weapon. Ah, the good old days…

 Thread winked. “You’ve become a beautiful woman, you know, Trace.”

 Jackson cleared his throat. “Would you like to be canned or even killed for flirting with a daughter of Illéa, Thread ? Or just for flirting with Beauchamp’s youngest daughter ? You forgot what happened with his oldest it seems…”

 I laughed seeing Thread’s face. How could he have forgotten the punishment he had when he asked Dad if he could date Clem ? Even Jackson, who were already working at the palace, knew that story.

 “General, I’m ready for the take-off.” Thread’s neighbor said, reminding us of why we were there. I took my tablet. Strange,  Ethan hadn’t moved. Wait… the picture was fixed. “I LOST THE CONNECTION WITH THE DRONE !” I yelled in my headset.

 “YOU’RE NOT SERIOUS BEAUCHAMP ?!” Jackson answered. His angry sight would make me make nightmares until my death.

 “HOW WILL I DO WITHOUT A COMPUTER ? I NEED A COMPUTER TO GET THE CONNECTION BACK !” I screamed. Oh my God, I started having a panic attack in a fucking helicopter in flight. “HE WILL RUN AWAY BECAUSE OF ME ! WHAT WILL I SAY TO MILA ? SHE’LL HATE ME ! I’M A DISASTER, A SHIT ON THE STREET I CAN’T EVEN MAKE THAT THING WORK I SPOILT EVERYTHING…” Suddenly, Jackson slapped me. I looked at him, shocked.

 “WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM BEAUCHAMP ? YOU’RE SMARTER THAN ALL OF US. IF YOU REPAIRED THE DRONE IN TEN MINUTES, YOU CAN REPAIR THE CONNECTION WITH YOUR TABLET HERE. I ORDER YOU TO REPAIR IT, UNDERSTAND, SOLDIER ?”

 I nodded. “YES GENERAL !” He was right, I could do it. I started drumming on the screen, trying different algorithms. It took me several stressing minutes before I got a signal. The drone was restarting. I sighed, relieved. I did it. I saw distinctly trees on the screen, which meant I lost the thermal imaging camera. Never mind. At least the drone was working, even after falling from the sky. It was starting to take off when something caught him… or rather someone. Before definitely losing the signal, I saw thanks to the camera a mad sight. Ethan. The asshole killed my masterpiece. I’d get my revenge. Fortunately the drone sent me its position before being destroyed. I shouted the new coordinates.

 “We’re above him.” The pilot announced.

 Jackson nodded and undid his security belt. He threw a rope ladder in the emptiness. “Thread, you’re coming with me. We’ll neutralize him and wait for the backup.”

 “He shot a guard and you think two of you are enough ?” Said the girl who decided to come with them whereas she had no real experience.

 “We have more experience than the young Baker, Beauchamp. So you stay here. I don’t want the king to kill me because of you. So. You. Do. Not. Move.”

 I rolled my eyes. “You should accelerate, he must be deaf not to hear the helicopter and run away.”

 He looked daggers at me but left the helicopter, Thread just after him. I started counting in my head. After 120, I could follow them. The pilot turned his head. “How will you do with the bat ?”

 Was I so transparent ? “Fuck, you’re right. I guess I’ll have to get down hanging the ladder with one hand.” I shrugged.

 “Fortunately I can’t follow you because of the helicopter, I won’t have problems if you die.”

 I undid my belt and grabbed the bat. “You’re welcome.” I replied before starting getting down from the ladder, my bat in my left hand. I screamed when I felt a gust. The wind was fucking strong. I WAS GOING TO FALL AND MISERABLY DIE. WHY COULDN’T I STOP BEING SO IMPULSIVE AND OBSTINATE ?

 Okay, step by step Tracie. I calculated the speed of the wind and how it could impact my descent. Quietly, I got closer from the ground. I almost kissed the dirt when I arrived alive. I thought I would really die for once. I heard people screaming behind me.

 “IN THE NAME OF KING ASHTON, GIVE UP RIGHT NOW OR WE’LL HAVE TO SHOOT.” Jackson said. Noises were getting closer. Wut… There were running in my direction. Just after thinking that, I felt someone bumping into me. I fell on the ground. “Ouch.” I succeeded in turning over to have Ethan’s face in front of mine. Our eyes met, madness shone in his. He put his legs around my sides to block me. “Hey ! Let me go !”

 I couldn’t see them but I knew Jackson and Thread were there. “HANDS UP!” Ethan moved his hands but not up… he preferred putting them around my neck. “Take it easy, man !” I told him.

 “If I can’t have you, nobody will.”

 Uh… He took me for Mila. Did I look like Mila, really ? Except the brown hair we were very different. Fuck, the asshole totally lost his mind.

 Could someone give him a sedative ? He’s strangling me ! And why don’t Thread and Jackson do anything ? Shoot him, I don’t know ! I can’t breathe ! I’m dying. This is the end. Tracie Beauchamp, Selected, has been killed by a psycho only twenty-seven days before her seventeenth birthday. A great loss for Illéa. Wait, I can’t die. My brother is already at the hospital, it will destroy my parents. I will survive ! Hey what is the rhythm of the song, I forgot it ? No no no. Stay focused, Tracie. Where’s the bat ?

 I felt around to find my bat and grabbed it. Then I hit Ethan’s skull with the handle. He fell next to me. AIR IN MY LUNGS. FINALLY.

 “WHY DIDN’T YOU SHOOT ? ” was the first thing I said.

 “Tracie, he strangled you like 5 seconds, we didn’t have time to react that you hit him.” Thread explained.

 5 seconds. Only 5 seconds. It seemed much longer than 5 seconds.

 Jackson cleared his throat. “Beauchamp, I told you to stay…”

 His radio interrupted him. I sighed and looked at Ethan. He was bleeding. I totally didn’t care, he deserved it.

 The backup arrived few seconds later. Pff… too late, I neutralized him. Jackson “punished” me by forcing me to go back to the palace on foot with the others.

 “This is the last time you intervene in our job, Beauchamp. Your privileges as general’s daughter are over.” He shook his head and walked in front of us, holding firmly Ethan. I only shrugged. I did what I had to. Ethan was arrested. That was all that mattered.

 I went back to the palace with Thread. He was more mature than four years ago.

 “You know, my maid has a crush on you.” I told him.

 “What maid ? They all have a crush on me, I’m so hot.” He joked.

 “Judith.” I said, rolling my eyes. Forget what I said about maturity.

 Thread blushed. What the hell ? “Oh really ? I thought she found me stupid.”

 “You are stupid.”

 “Haha. But seriously, you’re not lying, she really likes me ?”

 “I can’t lie Thread. Of course she likes you.”

 Once again I should have shut up. He talked about my maid all the way back home. He sounded so… foolish. Were we all like that when we talked about the one we loved ? Because it could definitely disgust me from love.

 I was glad when we reached the palace. I was so tired, I could have fallen asleep on the ground. Jackson took personally Ethan to the dungeons, the guards went to their quarters. They left me alone in the hall. Too tired, I sat on the stairs. I was going to fall asleep on my step when I heard voices. I recognized Jackson and the king.

“Lady Patricia is too impulsive for her own good, Your Majesty, but believe me, she wouldn’t have done such a thing if she hadn’t been sure she had to.

“But she didn’t have to do this, General Jackson.” The king answered. “You could have found him without her help.”

“Perhaps, but we found him earlier thanks to her.” There were a short silence. King Ashton finally said. “I have no idea of Haiden’s reaction when he learns it, so for the moment, not a word about Lady Patricia’s implication. I’ll tell him myself.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Jackson said. I heard him leaving. That was really strange to hear people talking about you. I wished I would have gone to my bedroom.

King Ashton finally noticed my presence in the stairs. He climbed up the stairs and once next to me, said. “Congratulations, Lady Patricia.” He left before I had time to ask what he was talking about. Why did he congratulate me ? Because I didn’t die ? Because I got Ethan ? For another reason I ignored everything of ? I groaned. What was the problem of the Schreaves ? They loved not being precise. It was driving me crazy.

Few minutes later, I heard other footsteps. I hoped it wasn’t Haiden, or worse, his father. Fortunately, it was only Mila. I hugged her and we talked a little. I proposed her to go to see Ethan, despite I really wanted to sleep. But I knew she needed to have a discussion with him.

Jackson didn’t lie when he talked about the end of my privileges. The guard -Cedric Terrence if you want to know his name- refused to let us see the asshole and he even called me ‘Lady Patricia’. Burk. I had to use the card “one of us could be queen you little shit”. At least it worked. Mila had 10 minutes. I was alone with Terrence.

“Do you really think it ?” He suddenly asked.

“Think what ?”

“That you could be queen one day.”

I was more thinking of Mila actually. The idea of me with a crown was still too weird. However, me with Haiden was much more pleasurable. Could I be queen to stay with him ? I stopped my brain before finding an answer.

“Queen Patricia sounds badass.” I finally told him, repeating what my sister told me every time she phoned me. Queen Patricia sounded nice, yes, but not Queen Tracie. And I was more Tracie than Patricia.

The 10 minutes were not over but I really needed to go away and sleep. If I started having thoughts such as “Queen Patricia sounds nice”, it meant that I was too tired. I opened the door and saw Mila almost crying. She seemed relieved to see me amd Terrence. We got back to our bedrooms and I fell asleep still wearing my battledress.

Five hours later, I am ready for the breakfast. I wear a nice blue dress, my maids made a simple makeup and brushed my hair into a pony tail. I don’t look like I spent a part of the night tracking Ethan. Good.

I feel strong and badass but the congratulations of the king are still in my head. What did he mean ? I don’t understand and I can’t bear it.

In the Great Room, I take my usual place next to Aliya. She doesn’t look at me and seems still angry with me. Great. I look at the royal family. King Ashton stares at me and then starts talking to Queen Alizé. I have his attention now, and I don’t think it is good. I observe Haiden. He looks pale and drinks his coffee without saying anything. Should I tell him what happened last night or should I respect his father’s decision ? What if he feels betrayed ? I didn’t bretray him, I just helped Mila… right ?