#everyone thinks shes slapping his ass when I showed the WIPS but shes not shes hitting his back i swear

[choco-chip-puppy]

Alastor x gn reader platonic wip!!!

Contrary to popular belief I don’t believe Alastor would be particularly protective of his child. Not enough for anyone to notice and definitely not enough for it to be remarked, for as long as you knew him, you and your father were as close as he would allow. He loved you enough and you were okay with that because for all the shallow hugs and awkward kisses each other was all you had at the time. Because of your father’s rather..unique past times he ended up in hell before you did when you reached 13 and you can imagine the hell of being a black orphaned child in the 1920’s, especially with your parentage. No one would want to even associate themselves with a cannibal’s child, except for Mimzy. Mimzy took you in and gave you food, shelter and a half-assed mother and child relationship although sometimes you couldn’t tell who was mothering who. Mimzy liked to drink as much as she liked her job and it was up to you to get her on her feet. Despite all of this Mimzy was never wrong to you, she was never abusive and she always made sure to treat you right but she never treated you like a child should be treated, she was always making deals with you around, always getting drunk with you around, always bringing you to her loud, albeit pretty fun, illegal adult parties. You heard stuff a child shouldn’t be able to repeat, you’ve seen stuff a child shouldn’t be able to recreate. But hey, that was the 1920’s! And It was hell on earth and you suffered for all your life since then with no Alastor to shelter you from the mistreatment you went through. You absolutely hated him for leaving you alone like this so he can do what? Murder other people and fucking eat them? It’s not fair and you carried that resentment with you to the grave.

It was a rather boisterous day at the Hazbin Hotel! Laughter and aggravated groans could be heard through the soft music that accompanied it. The gang was all playing fun board games that not only worked to pass the time but strengthened the bond between them all, with a few odd additions to the rules per Charlies request, It was probably the most confusing game any of them have ever played.

“Ha! Uno bitches!!” Angel Dust slaps the cards onto the table with a wide grin only to be met with confused eyes from players around him, truth be told nobody really knew how to win besides Charlie and even she didn’t really decide herself.

“ We’re playin’ spades not Uno.” Husk rolls his eyes and Angel Dust shrugs his shoulders playfully.

“Ohhhh somebody's jealous~” Angel Dust teases

No I’m no-

“Jealous of me winning~”

“Okay guys! That's not why we’re playing, this is for fun!” Charlie interrupts the two, ending yet another quarrel that came from her game. Yes she will admit it's confusing but that's the point! Everyone is supposed to come together to solve the problem, team work! But they’ve been playing for like, an hour and so far the only one to “win” has been Angel Dust.

“Babe, maybe it's time to simplify the game now? It's getting kinda hard to keep track of the rules.” Vaggie smiles, truly she loved it when her girlfriend embraced her rather odd ideas and as much as she wished she could understand them, for the sake of the hotel, and her sanity, she can’t let this continue. Charlie pouted childishly and reluctantly agreed, a mix between memory and Uno then.

“I think your game is fun Charlie! Very complicated, but fun!” Lucifer chirped happily, he was the only one that had even an idea of how to play despite the fact that he was only second to Angel Dust who just did whatever. He was overjoyed to spend time with his daughter, his future daughter in-law and the rest of the hotel! Minus Alastor of course, the creepy bastard just sat there, watching in silent sadistic glee. Why was he even here? Didn’t he have anywhere else to be disturbing? Even though his anger was justified he kept silent only for the sake of Charlie, he wanted to show unyielding support and restraint the way a great awesome amazing and spectacular dad would. But it was harder than he thought especially with that creepy fuck lurking around. He could feel Alastor teleport beside Charlie and lift a piece on the board with his wretched clawed hands, a smile wider than it really should be plastered on his face. Is he having fun? Can he have fun?

“Princess, my dear, I’ve just a teeny bit of criticism that will surely make this activity of yours more-” Alastor is then promptly cut off by a random knock on the door followed by Charlie’s extremely loud squeal as she sprints to the door

“Oh well, who could that be?” Alastor says cheerily

Landing into hell was more surprising than scary really, you always knew you weren’t good and your life had reflected that but a small part of you always felt that the powers that be would recognize your hardships for what it was, survival. You had no fear of hell because you knew that you were pushed into that life of crime from a young age and you thought that you would have been forgiven and lended a pass but… I guess not. Hell isn’t what you thought it would be at all when you first arrived but it wasn’t an environment you're not used to. Learning the existence of overlords was new though, especially the one called.. Alastor? Right, Alastor. He confused you the most because he felt so familiar to you. You could swear you’ve seen that face before, heard that voice before but any memory of this person you once knew had completely escaped you and had left you feeling uneasy. But you’ve been in hell for years now and had successfully avoided the Radio Demon at every turn, not like he was hunting you down or anything but unfortunately you ended up in a tight spot. You need money and you need it badly and you can’t get it this time from shady deals or gangs or trustworthy “friends”, those are the exact people you owe money to. You have to get a job and the only place here in hell you feel you won’t be ripped off for your work would be The Hazbin hotel…Where the radio demon lives. Psyching yourself up for the job was easy, getting out of bed, taking a 3 minute long shower(the water bill is CRAZY and you are broke!!!), getting dressed properly in not-so-clean-untaterteds clothes and leaving your shitty apartment was a nerve wracking experience, not only are you asking the Princess of Hell for a job at her hotel but your also asking the King of Hell and the Radio Demon to hire a criminal and while The Princess could look past this the others might not give you such grace.

You stare at the huge structure and gulp, this shouldn’t be so anxiety inducing it's not like they’re gonna kill you for asking. Before you can convince yourself that you’d honestly rather die a second time than make a fool of yourself your body does it for you and you find yourself making great strides to the door quickly knocking and cussing yourself out because you don’t even have a mental script! What do you say! Just ask for a job! What if-

The door opens. It's The Princess

“Oh Hi! Omigosh!! Come in! Come In! What can I do for you?!” Charlie bounces up and down with excitement while she drags you inside the hotel looming over you like she was ready to take a bite.

“A-ah! I’m here for a job! I want a job!” The panic in your voice catches the attention of the rest of the hotel, Vaggie perks up and rushes to Charlie’s side along with Lucifer, somebody actually wants to work here? Yeahhh somthings not right…

“You want to work here? Like, a job? Why?” Vaggie glares daggers at you, now with Lucifer aiding in the reputation and credibility of the hotel it's not hard to see why a sinner would want to work here but still, never underestimate the stupidity of a sinner.

“Oh well, I need a job, obviously, and-”

“A JOB!! Oh my gosh!! Can you believe it, Vaggie! Someone that isn’t being forced to work here!!” Charlie cheers enthusiastically leaving you to just stand there.. Awkwardly, until you see him out of the corner of your eye, The Radio Demon…

please tell me what you think!!! :3

Is posting fanfic wips a thing people like? I feel like I need opinions or something to get me motivated. Also I heard the next season of Hazbin Hotel is coming out soon and I want to get it done man im tired😭

[bittybattybunny]

Hey look!!! a chapter!!!! Cookie gives Snatcher a question and he gets more questions and now he’s annoyed!!!

[mandaloriandy]

For the WIP game, Obi-Wan Can’t Catch A Break, Can He?

[WIP Ask Game!]

Obi-Wan Can’t Catch A Break, Can He?

a.k.a

The Star Wars AU I’m Not Gonna Write: Time Travel, the Fuckening: Darth Searah 3.0

So time travel. Wham, blam, cosmic rays, everyone gains future memories. And! There’s a bunch of people who haven’t been born yet who show up out of nowhere. “I don’t understand why we’re the same age, you died years before I did,” Sabine Wren tells Ezra Bridger, when they meet up. On Kamino, everyone has a big ole freak-out before the medics yell at everybody to shut up and start getting their control chips out (and Kix, just in case, carefully does not mention the time he spent in cryo-stasis). “Hm,” says Shmi Skywalker, when her much-older-now son shows up to kill Gardulla and free her. “Things got complicated, didn’t they?” Ani doesn’t stop hugging her, so she can feel his nod. “I have some things to tell you as well, I think…”

Obi-Wan Kenobi is an initiate. This is, to borrow a phrase of Ahsoka’s, a big yikes moment. He would probably be freaking out about it more if everyone else was freaking out about it less, but as it is, there is nobody in the temple who is not halfway to a panic attack except for maybe Vokara Che, who is grimly sedating anyone who needs sedating, and Sifo Diyas, who is pointing and laughing and saying I told you so. So Obi-Wan does what anyone (he thinks) would do: he organizes his fellow crechelings to go give their various masters a slap upside the head (or, more likely given their current stature, a stomp on the toes) until they stop freaking out and start doing things.

This is not the interesting part of the AU. Just work with me, here.

Okay. So over the next few years, things become… weirdly normal? Like, nobody is pretending that Obi-Wan et al are as young as they are. But also it is very clear to everyone that they’re all still children, and have the cognition skills and habits of children. So people go off with their various masters (with only a few minor shuffles) and start doing missions across the galaxy. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan (and Tahl and Yoda and Mace and probably a few others, for safety) swing by Tatooine, because they’re not gonna just leave Anakin there, but… well, he’s not there, and neither is Shmi. Plo Koon’s first stop is not Kamino (because trauma, and getting shot down by men you considered your family) but he goes there after he can’t find Ahsoka on Shili, and it’s just… empty. Palpatine has vanished. Great, everyone says. Now what.

Well, now problems.

The thing is, last time, by the time Obi-Wan had turned like seventeen, all of Qui-Gon’s friends were dead. They’re not, this time, and that’s wonderful (even though Obi-Wan is probably only like fifteen at this point so technically they’ve still got time.) The thing is, Qui-Gon is a maverick, and has never played by the rules, and knows how to play-by-the-rules-in-the-rules and also how to pretend. The thing is, the thing is… the thing is that when they had first started truly delving into this research, it was Dooku who had been following Qui-Gon’s lead.

It takes Obi-Wan Kenobi, oh, three months to figure this all out?

No, not quite. It takes Obi-Wan about that long to figure out that Qui-Gon is dangerously close to the edge of Falling. Unintentionally, he thinks. From trauma and sorrow and loneliness, he thinks. So he argues with the Council (he was once on the council) and they agree that he can keep trying to convince Qui-Gon not to Fall. Since technically he isn’t Fallen yet. He writes up all their mission reports, anyways, so he can just include an encrypted section with a status update on that. It’s Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu thinks. Surely he is the person best-placed to determine how safe or unsafe Qui-Gon Jinn is. Normally, he would be right, especially with a post-ANH General Kenobi. Unfortunately for him, Obi-Wan Kenobi is currently a teenager.

So a few years into this, when Obi-Wan is fifteen or sixteen, Quinlan Vos runs away. He Fell, his master says. Months later, when Obi-Wan senses a shadowed presence stalking him through the concourse of a space station, he just sighs and gets an extra cup of caf, then sits down on a bench until Quinlan just comes out and talks to him. Quinlan says that he didn’t know what to do – he’d Fallen before, and returned, but now it kept happening and he doesn’t know how to stop it. Quinlan says that he just thought he needed some time away for things to settle, but it hasn’t settled yet, and would Obi-Wan be willing to help him? Quinlan is lying out his ass about most of those things. Again, unfortunately, Obi-Wan is a teenager, and at this age he has a much harder time keeping his eyes off of Quin’s biceps than he should. (Also, well, Quinlan knows Obi-Wan, and knows that this is exactly the kind of narrative that Obi-Wan is looking for, because it’s the kind of narrative he’s desperately trying to find with Qui-Gon, had desperately tried to find with Anakin. Quinlan Vos, at this age, is a bit of an asshole.) Of Course I’ll Help You, Obi-Wan says. Let me just tell the Council– You can’t tell the Council! Quinlan says. Half of them died before the Clone Wars even started, they… I’m scared they won’t understand… he makes his eyes go wide, he bites his lip, he lowers his lashes. Okay, Obi-Wan says.

Quinlan’s not that subtle, though, so Obi-Wan figures it out in just a month or so. A month of him traveling around with Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. And learning Obi-Wan’s routine. Like, when he sends the Council updates. And what kind of things he puts in them. Oh, fuck, Obi-Wan thinks, while Quinlan has him pinned to the floor, his lightsaber clipped to Quin’s belt. Then, he thinks again. It’s not as if Quin knows any of his passwords, or his encryption keys, or his separate decryption keys. Without those, there’s no way Quin will be able to use his datapad to send the Council false updates, so they’ll realize that everything has gone south fairly quickly. Quinlan shifts Obi-Wan to a one-handed grip (damn those biceps) and, with his teeth, pulls the glove off of his free hand. Oh, fuck, psychometry, Obi-Wan thinks. Yeah, he’s kinda screwed. “Don’t tell me you’re working with Dooku,” Obi-Wan says, as scathingly as he can manage. Quinlan rolls his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m working with Skywalker.” he pauses. “I mean, Dooku’s also working with Skywalker. So. You know.” Well, Obi-Wan thinks, trying to be optimistic. If Anakin kills me then my force-ghost can go complain to Yoda, at least.

Obi-Wan has failed to ask which Skywalker is the one pulling the strings, here.

[pigeontheoneandonly]

For your WIP list: Childhood Friends AU and Collateral Damage?

Thank you!!

Childhood Friends AU answered here.

Collateral Damage is a one-shot fic about Nathaly’s first real deployment after training, on a planet called Aonia, which was mutually claimed by both the Alliance and the Hegemony.  Their two colonies were separated by an open battlefield, and locked in a stalemate.  (Laine is her C.O., which is how they got to know each other well, though they met in N1.) 

Shepard, who is still enlisted at this point, but working her way towards being admitted to OCS, eventually comes up with an idea to break the stalemate, based on exploiting a tactic the batarians have used to great effect on other battlefronts.  The Alliance is victorious, and are in the process of mopping up batarians, when the batarians learn who orchestrated their demise-- and that it was a lowly corporal.  Furious, they decide to take revenge.

The story is told after the fact, as Shepard relays it to Anderson.  It came out of a challenge to write a story backwards, and became a key part of her backstory.

(It’s also how Nathaly caused Laine to lose his leg, if you remember that little anecdote from one of the early flashbacks in Labyrinth-- he got hit by a grenade during the action, and he playfully blames her because it was her idea.)

Excerpt:

Shepard plunked the cigarette between her lips.  Her lighter flared against the twilight.  She inhaled, to convince the flame to catch, and blew out smoke.  “Where the hell is Cheng?”

Private Brill scratched under the neck of his hardsuit.  “Only thing less likely than us getting daylight patrols again is Cheng strutting out on schedule.”

The fourth member of their squad, Kozlow, snorted a laugh and stubbed out his own cigarette, grinding it into the Aonian dust.  The trees carpeting the Relagris river valley undulated in the light breeze. The wind was welcome; local high summer at this latitude usually meant steaming flat days that left even the water too hot to offer any relief.  Body armor only made it worse.

Shepard took another drag.  “Last time we had a daylight, three guys got shipped back to Arcturus with missing bits. The colony brass may be thick but they’d never be that stupid.”

“Never say never. You are talking about the guys who backed the L.T.’s crazy-ass plan to get at the batarian base.”  Brill paused.  “I’ll grant you it worked, though I don’t know that Lieutenant Laine’s too happy about sitting tight for a few months growing out the new leg.”

Shepard buried the flinch of guilt, and tapped off the cigarette.  “Cheng had better get her ass in gear.  Bravo Squad left more than ten minutes ago.  If I have to order a hold there’ll be hell to pay.”

Private Cheng emerged breathless from the barracks, slapping together the last pieces of her grenade launcher.  Shepard rolled her eyes.  “If you bothered to oil that thing once in a while, it might not take eons to assemble.”

“Fuck off.”

“I wouldn’t want to encroach on your specialization.”

“At least I’m not some bitch who thinks she’s an officer ‘cause she got some kind of probationary MOS change to N.  They give you little spec ops training wheels with that?”

Shepard regarded her evenly.  “Keep talking, and I’ll show you just how much of an officer I’m not.”

Cheng held her eyes a brief moment, and glanced off.  Shepard drew her rifle.  “This patrol won’t walk itself.  We’re due for rendezvous at Checkpoint Delta by 2100, so let’s move it.”

At approximately 2015, Shepard ordered a halt.  Two months after putting boots on the ground, the navy built a bridge over the river.  Since then, the batarians had blown it up three times.  The bridge was currently in its “intact” phase, and after the beating their main base recently took, Shepard doubted the batarians had the appetite to try again.  But it remained a choke point, albeit one she’d traversed a hundred times, and tonight something about it made her uneasy.

Kozlow’s brow furrowed.  “Shepard, what—”

“Shut up.” She took a few steps forward and raised her gun.  The wrongness was an itch at the back of her neck.  The bridge wasn’t much to look at— a cheap composite span three marines wide, no railing, maybe thirty meters long.  Thick shrubs clustered near the riverbank.  Further back, where they stood, trees rose up, their roots nibbling at the path and the thick march of trunks obscuring line-of-sight.

Cheng hiked her pack up higher on her shoulders and made a sound of exasperation.  “The longer we stand here the more my boots hurt.”

A puddle sat near the edge of the span.  This time of year, the river ran low and sluggish.  She could smell the algae bloom from here.  “Why is the bridge wet?”

Shots exploded out of the bushes on the far bank.  There was a pop as her shields collapsed.  She dove for the trees and plastered her back to a trunk.  A quick scan showed her team likewise positioned, all still standing, returning fire.  Her hand pressed to her ear, activating her comm.  “Alpha squad taking fire by the bridge!  Requesting backup!”

She knew full well this would be over before help arrived.  Shepard snuck a look over her shoulder.  Batarians pounded across the span.  It shook with every step, drumming the water up around their knees.  One slipped.  His comrades leapt over him and kept charging.

She angled her rifle low and let off a stream of shots at knee-height.  There was no aiming, just as many bullets as her weapon could supply, enough to overwhelm their shields and do some damage.  They were outnumbered two-to-one.  “Cheng!”

“Working on it!” The private couldn’t leave cover for even the few seconds it took to set the grenade launcher and light them up.

Another batarian collapsed, a victim of Shepard’s kneecapping.  Her cooling indicator slid towards the red.  She cursed, and switched to targeted shots, quick bursts to avoid overheating and losing the weapon entirely.  A lucky shot to the head took out a third.  Almost at even odds.

Cheng took a breath, swung out of cover, and sunk to one knee to brace herself, bringing the launcher up to her shoulder as she moved.  Even this economy of motion was too slow.  She fell back with a scream, her grenade launching high into the air.

Shepard never saw it explode.  A bag dropped over her head.  She whirled in place, wielding the rifle like a club at anything in range, felt it connect and heard a grunt.  But then other hands had her arms.  Something wet and foul pressed against the bag, over her face.  The fight disappeared, and though she started to fall, she never felt the impact of the ground.

Velvet black. Fuzzy pinpricks of white light. Blink.  Stars.  Sour stench— slime on her face, vomit— and the acrid tang of scorched grass.  Murmuring voices.  Alien. Batarian.  

The urgent realization was a shot of adrenaline.  She blinked again, trying to clear her head, trying to ascertain even a little of what was going on.

She came back to herself flat on her back, in a small clearing she didn’t recognize, with no sense of time at all beyond “later”.  Much later, judging by the darkness.  The bag was gone.  Someone had zip-tied her hands and feet.  Shadows moved in the meager moonlight, none of them paying her any mind at all.  Her translator was useless at these volumes. After eighteen months on this rock, she’d picked up a decent amount Dherak— the Hegemony state language— but not enough to catch much meaning from whispers.  

Somewhere to her left, she heard the low hum of a shuttle.  Her heart’s pounding accelerated.  She wriggled her hands, but found no slack in her bonds.  Shepard could get her feet under her and stand, she was certain of it, but hopping away would never work.  If she could reach her knife…

She rolled onto her side, ignored the nauseous lurch in her stomach, and curled into a ball so her hands could reach her boot.  She could have died of relief when her fingers brushed the haft.  But the position was awkward, trying to grip it with her arms lashed behind her, and she fumbled it into the grass.  Shepard sucked in a breath and wriggled in a circle, searching.

“Stupid bitch,” said a voice from across the clearing, loud enough for her translator to pick up.  Not that she needed it for curses.  Everyone learned those first.

She scrabbled at the ground.  If she could just get her legs free before he reached her—

Her fingers closed around the handle.  She bent backwards, slashing at her bonds, not caring whether she stabbed herself, because that was better than staying here and much better than being packed onto that shuttle.  Footsteps stomping towards her.  The blade stuck in the dirt.  She tried again—

A hand grabbed her wrist, none too gently, and jerked the knife away.  Shepard stared up at him with eyes that could burn holes through steel.  He turned the knife over in his hands.  “Clever. I won’t ask where you hid it.”

She spat at him, but lacked the necessary projection.  It fell on her shoulder.  He chuckled.  “You won’t make a fool of me twice, little girl.  You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

“Moon’s just about set,” said a second batarian.  “We need to move.”

“First things first.”  He shoved her shoulder, hard and without warning, pushing her onto her stomach. Before she could roll any further, his knee crushed into her spine with all his weight behind it.  The air went out of her.  She couldn’t move.

“Fuck you,” she wheezed.

That he ignored. His burly hand gripped the back of her head, holding it still.  “Can’t have your pesky Alliance tracking you.”

She felt cold steel press against her ear and had barely a moment to comprehend what was about to happen before he began to cut.  Her body bucked with all its might, as much a reaction to the searing fire engulfing the right side of her head as a fight for survival.  He grunted his irritation and increased his grip.  “Blame your navy for wiring you with an internal comm.”

Blood spilled down her face, filling her mouth with hot iron.  She made a second, feebler attempt to throw him off.  

This time, he lifted her head by her scalp and slammed it full force into the ground. Her nose splattered.  An odd ringing filled her head, and she found she couldn’t focus her eyes, or string even half a thought together.

“Stop squirming,” he said.

She lay still, too dazed to offer even a curse, as he resumed his work.  At some point she blacked out, and the second time she came around, she was bundled on the floor of the shuttle, staring at batarian legs.

They’d wrapped wire about her, an improvised rope to prevent all but the smallest movements. She took some grudging pride in that. Her ear and nose still hurt terribly, but that had gone on awhile now, and she found she could think past it.  A similar, less urgent pain in her forearm suggested they took her omni-tool as well.  And she was dressed in only her thin undersuit.  Her hardsuit, and its biomonitoring suite that was perhaps her last hope of being quickly located, was nowhere to be seen.

The same batarian spoke a few sentences, to general laughter.  She caught maybe a third of it, her translator gone with the rest— something about a woman, her, and something about not being dead.  

Shepard concentrated on counting her breaths.  Once they got wherever they were going, when they had to move her again, she’d find an opportunity.  She just had to hold together until then.

[melonsmessymusings]

Why I’ve grown to love Jenny Calendar...

This is a long one that’s actually the abridged version so let’s get to it. 

I have been exposed to the magnificent BtVS from a very early age which has undoubtedly shaped me as a person and my life in general. At Primary School I would run around the playground pretending to be Spike because I thought he was so damn cool and I wanted to be him. I wrote Buffy fanfiction in school for creative writing homework dating back as far as 2009 according to the homework books in the loft at my parent’s place. I actually wrote a fic in my GCSE English Language exam for the creative narrative piece (got an A*). S3E12, Kralik gave me nightmares for YEARS and it still unnerves me today. I know every episode pretty much word for word. You get the idea...

Before this year, my last re-watch was in 2017 for the 20th anniversary and I thought that I’d already formed my opinions on the characters and episodes pretty solidly. Then again, I was like 18 so what do you expect? For instance, I dislike Xander, though appreciate his value even when I want to slap him silly, I’m a die hard Bangel fan even though I prefer Spike as a character to Angel (that’s a debate for another time) and Giles is actually me. Like seriously, I have NEVER related to a character more than I do with 1X Rupert E. Giles. That man owns my soul and I will fight anyone who dare have the audacity to say anything remotely negative about him. 

The point is, my views on the show have been pretty consistent until this year. One of these views that has thankfully now changed is that a character I had always HATED was Jenny Calendar. Before you hunt me down and kill me, I’d like to assure you that’s no longer the case and I freakin love her and would die for her. Let me explain why:

As I said, I’ve been watching the show every year or so for as long as I can remember and I didn’t remember Jenny that much. She was unremarkable to me and therefore I didn’t form any emotional connection with her character. Similarly, what I did remember of her was that she lacked proper characterisation/depth and was only ever used for plot convenience which is true to an extent. I could vaguely recall who she was, but I never paid any real attention to her, WHICH IS THE EIGHTH DEADLY SIN! This time around, I started to notice Jenny for what felt like the first time and I’ve come to one simple conclusion: 

JENNY CALENDAR IS A WHOLE ASS MOOD

Don’t get me wrong, there are moments when I don’t like her, but that’s the same with everyone, and I think it makes them more rounded and relatable as characters. I would engage in debates as to why I hated her and believe me, it would end in tears and violence because I am stubborn and very convincing when it comes to arguing my point. I could dissect every episode, and if that’s something people would be interested in I will do so gladly, but this isn’t the place for that. 

Jenny walking into class hungover in I Robot, You Jane is literally me going to my lectures at Uni. Genuinely, I can think of at least seven occasions when I have in fact done the exact same thing. Jenny calling Giles a snob which, let’s be honest, he kind of is (sorry my love) is bloody brilliant. Her witty comments, fabulous innuendos, the list goes on. Plus, she’s absolutely breathtakingly beautiful, she really is the whole package. Again, I could talk about how I love her little smile for days without hesitation but we’re not here for that right now. At this point I’m a serious Calendiles fan, to the point where I’ve got about eight WIPs. 

As with other fandoms, sometimes I prefer characters in fics instead of the show/book/film/whatever and I stumbled across The Eclectic Bookworm one dreary April morning at around 3am, who’s Tumblr Blog I’m fairly sure is jenny-calendar. This alone is mostly responsible for my newfound love of Jenny. I read all of their fics in the space of five days. I cannot praise them enough, their work is absolutely astounding and I literally bounce up and down like a puppy when I log onto AO3 and see that there’s a new fic or an update. They converted me to the obsession over Jenny Calendar and all I can say is THANK YOU! 

During my lockdown Buffy Binge, my love for this character that I’d slept on for 20 years blossomed. As an example, I wept like an infant after Passion and refused to leave my bed for three days. Before that, I was only ever upset because Giles was upset, but now I’m devastated by Jenny’s death because of her as a character. I could go on for days but I won’t just now. Yes, I know that I still need to get into the comics (I’m years behind) but it’s a struggle ya know and I’m a student so poverty is a thing...

Over quarantine, I’ve been working on a fic that I’ve uploaded the first chapter of on AO3 that was based off a prompt from my friend in an attempt to get me to try something new. It’s my biggest fic ever for anything and I’m super nervous about it. However writing it has made me appreciate Jenny in ways I hadn’t previously, and it’s been invaluable for cementing my love for her.

The natural progression of time and becoming a somewhat functional adult has allowed me to view things differently, Jenny Calendar being one of them. It goes to show how incredible the show is for me to still get something out of it all these years later. I’m aware that I’ve explained all this appallingly and it’s a colossal mess like me but hopefully you see where I was aiming when I started this so yeah... congrats if you got through my word vomit, I just needed to get this off my chest

[ihni]

Tagged by @platypanthewriter (thanks, this was way fun!) (blank template and original post can be found here)

fixing canon: I wrote She can't, she won't, she doesn't because the pool scene made me cringe and then I talked through some of it with @lemonlovely and this just made so much sense! So now it’s canon in my head.

this idea won’t shut up until I write it: I got it in my head somehow that Billy doesn’t like cops much, and then I started thinking of why, and what I came up with wouldn’t leave me alone until I’d written it. The first part is When they come for you, the follow-up is What're you gonna do, and I’m currently struggling with part three.

found a a prompt list: Reblogged (the awesome) dialogue/ace fic prompt list, and @haxpr0cess sent in the prompt "Sex seems like so much work. Like I don't want to wash my sheets that often, thanks", resulting in me writing About getting it (and NOT getting it ... get it?).

everyone lives and nothing hurts: After season 3, I needed something ... lighter. (So did a lot of others, it seemed, because this one got popular.) On mandated uniforms and workplace entertainment.

I woke up at 3am with an idea: “What if it’s prom ... but, like, not really?” Heh. Fuck Billy Hargrove.

thought of a great scene: Okay, so in Of Cats and Men, I really really needed Billy on his knees in the rain holding a box full of kittens and begging Steve for help while Steve was being an ass about it (it’s very specific, and I didn’t think I’d get anyone else to write it for me, so I had to write it myself!), and Less of a mistake, more of a miscalculation was born from my need to have the kids mistakenly thinking Billy was possessed and trying to burn it out of him when really he was just getting a) very hot and b) very pissed off (all cards on the table: I needed him tied to a chair, too. For reasons.). OH, and About Apologies started because I kept imagining how Mrs Sinclair would react to Billy showing up on their doorstep (she’d slap him so hard for what he did to Lucas).

fuck this character in particular: ... okay, this kind of applies to most of my fics? Because I love Billy, and thus I hurt him a lot (happy/somewhat hopeful endings only, though!). Examples of this is A moment that changed the world a little and A new reality.

but what happened BEFORE canon?: Once I started thinking about the night at the Byers’, and how it would look from an outsider’s pov, I was gone. Dug myself into a hole when I started considering what could have made Billy gone so mental, and thus Parallells was written ...

FREE SPACE: inspired by a particular mental image: Bed-sharing, almost-caring (Billy and Steve fighting through a snowstorm to get to shelter, after Steve walks through the ice), Talk of Milkshakes (Billy in a waiter’s apron ... yeah, that’s it! Had to do it), and Steve learns to love Star Wars (inspired by @wasting-time-again‘s fucking wonderful artwork of Billy rocking a slave!Leia outfit).

spite: Oh Hopper’s the American, you say? Sure. Whatever. Not in my world. He doesn't know time anymore.

thought of a great line: “Do I look like someone who has friends?” inspired Friends (don't) lie, and “You’re a dick” “Yeah, but I’m your dick” helped make Fingers through his hair happen.

I just need them to suffer: Sometimes, when you can’t write on your WIPs, you just have to write someone hurting, you know? It happens to me a lot. The last time it happened was recently, with Waking (breaking).

gift fic: Hmm, the most obvious ones are the ones I’ve written for holiday exchanges, I guess. Not all of them have gone over well, but the most fun (and well-received by the recipient) was definitely There's a knock knock joke here somewhere that I wrote for @socknonny (they’re a delight to write for, honestly, and always leave the best comments; I also have a rhyme that they commissioned which went over really well <3). Then there’s Coming Back that I wrote for juniper_tree for my very first holiday exchange (I might have gotten a little carried away, but it’s still one of the fics I am most pleased with, and I have a companion piece and sequel in the making), and I hate you (I love you) which was for @missroserose.

I want this universe and those characters: Yeah. My baby, the 97% self-indulgent Toy Soldiers AU. The original is a movie from 1992, and it’s great, and I needed a version of it with Stranger Things characters like I needed air, and it wasn’t like anyone else was gonna write it! So I did. I still love it so much. Toy Soldiers.

I don’t even know: Ghosts.

but what happens AFTER canon: After season 2, I was so bummed that we never found out what happened to Billy after getting drugged at the Byers’. Like, did he wake up? What did he do when he woke up? How did he get home? What happened???? So I wrote Cleaning up.

if no one else will write it, I will: Okay, so, like, imagine a Venom-like creature from the Upside Down, finding a good host in Billy? Yeah. Yeah. Stronger Together just had to happen, I couldn’t not write it.

just to see if I could: In the beginning, I wasn’t very sure of my own writing (still isn’t, at times, but I’ve learned to ignore it somewhat), and Actions and reactions was a multi-chapter fic that was - at the time - the longest one I’d written. It turned out okay, I’m still proud of it today. Same thing with the Babysitting series - could I do a series? Turns out that yes, yes I could.

And I would love to see what your results are, so if you feel like doing this too, feel free to do it and tag me in it so I can read it (and, like, include links). What are your motivations, people? Why do you write your pieces?

Tagging: Everyone who I have tagged throughout the text, plus @gideongrace, @lemonlovely, @jaune-chat, @granpappy-winchester, @nagdabbit, @klayr-de-gall, @gothyringwald, @aeon-of-neon, @yourneighborhoodace, @lymricks, @elysiumwaits, @ohmybgosh, @tracy7307, @callieb and honestly anyone who wants to do it.

And why not throw some artists in there as well?? Do this, but why you drew particular PIECES, maybe?? (exchange write for draw, and go crazy)

If so, @zayacv @wrecked-fuse, @awrble, @klayr-de-gall (yeah I’m tagging you twice, deal with it, you do both!), @kingsandsaints (you also do both, so you get to choose) and as usual, anyone who wants to do it.

Also, naturally, feel free to ignore if this isn’t your thing :)

[writernotwaiting]

Mis-Matched

Right, so I know I haven’t posted anything on my over-sized WIP since April, but here I am starting another fic that I have absolutely no business getting into. At least this one should be shorter than the other (famous last words). Sorry.

Title: Mis-Matched Rating: M (this is subject to change at the whim of the author’s muses) Characters: Loki, Sigyn, Frigga, Theoric, and various supporting OCs Description: This is an attempt to fill the propmt requested by @someillplanetreigns (and now I can’t even tag you!): “you asked for prompts and pairings - I would like to humbly beg for more Logyn? I don’t have a great prompt, but this odd thought is in my head about a way to make the comic plot about Theoric and the marriage into something about marriage by proxy? Maybe something like Loki has the duty of proxy-marrying Sigyn cos Theoric’s in the army, and totally plays everyone by going the whole hog and appearing as Theoric, but then Sigyn, who thought Theoric was dull as ditchwater and Loki is… well, y’know, Loki.” I’m not sure this is precisely what you wanted, so I apologize in advance for my wayward muses – Loki does what he wants. Chapter: 1 of 2? Acknowledgements: thank you @icybluepenguin for serving as one of my favorite institgaors and sounding boards – you rock!

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Mis-Matched, Part 1

Herr Braggison loomed over Sigyn as she slunk down lower into the chair, nose buried deep in her book, brown hands clutching the pages tighter as he moved closer.

“Sigyn — I just received a letter from the All-mother.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Apparently, the fighting at the front has become entrenched.”

“MmMMMmm.”

“Sigyn!”

“Hmmm?”

“Put the book down and look at me when I speak to you.”

Sigyn abruptly dropped the large hardback with a whack onto the desk, folding her hands demurely as she smiled up angelically at her guardian.

A dark scowl passed over his face before he began again, “I have just received a letter from the All-mother that tells me the fighting has become entrenched at the front. As such, Theoric will not be granted leave to attend your upcoming nuptials.”

“Oh really?” Suddenly Sigyn was all attention, back straight, eyes bright.

Herr Braggison’s scowl deepened. “As you know, there is a limited time during which you must be married, or the contract must be annulled or re-negotiated.” Sigyn nodded and a little smile began to blossom across her face.

“As a result, we will have to fulfill the contract by proxy.”

“WHAT?”

Her guardian flinched, then frowned once more. “Yes. There is a legal provision that allows for marriage by proxy. Thankfully, the All-mother has offered to send a representative from the court who can serve as a stand-in for your intended spouse, after which you will go to court with him to serve the queen until Theoric can return from the hostilities. In this way, the contract will be fulfilled. No fuss. Everything perfectly legal. No re-negotiations necessary. Neither will we be forced to seek out another candidate. You see? Everything is taken care of. In another month, I will have completed my legal obligations as your guardian by providing you with an appropriate husband of suitable political standing, and you will no longer have to endure my presence.”

Sigyn rose out of her chair. “Wait just a minute …”

“No. no. no. You and I have both been anxious to get rid of each other for years, and now here’s your chance. Theoric is a highly-respected officer is His Majesty’s army with excellent political connections. It’s a marriage much better than anything you could have hoped to get had your own family been in charge of the negotiations. I will not put this alliance at risk just because your intended can’t keep a schedule.”

Herr Braggison paused at this point long enough to line up Sigyn’s book precisely with the edge of the table. “You will be married by the end of this month, and go off to live under the protection of the All-mother until your husband gets back from the war. Either way, you will be out of my house! You. Your books. Your seider. Your temper. Your … disorder … your …” And here he looked her up and down waving his hands around in the air before spitting out, “everything! The delegation from court will arrive one week prior to the ceremony. End. Of. Discussion.”

And even as Sigyn drew breath for a reply, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the library, leaving her fuming.

“Ohhhhaaaaahhhhrrrgh! My ‘everything,’ is it? My evil alien outlander contamination, you mean! Go fuck a goat, Iric! I never signed that cursed contract! You think you’re so clever, getting everything lined up a month before my majority so it wasn’t necessary!”

Sigyn flung the chair backwards before she began pacing about the room. “A month! A month and then I’ll be privileged to sit around with the All-mother’s handmaidens doing needlework until my eyes cross and listening to a bunch of insect-brained idiots gossip about big, blond musclebound, testosterone-poisoned bachelors who have rocks for brains. And then, whenever my husband returns triumphant from the battlefield, I will be expected to take up housekeeping like a meek little domestic pet and cater to the whims of my own personal rock-headed Einherjahr! Oh, look at my lovely brown-skinned alien — isn’t she exotic? If I weren’t ready to burn this house down and be rid of you, Iric, I would set fire to those contracts myself! What happened to the spinster option? Why could there not be a clause in the papers for that? Why marriage? And why him? Dearest Norns, he is so boring! And stupid! And … Aesir!”

But the dictates of her father’s will were explicit, Sigyn was the legal ward of her guardian until she was suitably married. Period. There was no spinster clause. No femme sole provision. Only marriage.

When the delegation arrived, she was supposed to be there. “Supposed to,” being the operant phrase. She was not. She was not there to greet them in the grand hall as they entered. She was not there for the state dinner that evening. She did not show for the formal brunch the following morning. Instead, Sigyn went out to an old, disused greenhouse and started target practice, pointing at tiny widows in succession and creating a lovely pattern by throwing runes at individual panes and shattering them. Sigyn filled her lungs with the ozone after-burn of her seider as she went.

K-pish! “That’s for my mother for getting herself knocked off by that stupid wizard!”

K-pish! “That’s for my father for drawing up that ridiculous contract!”

K-pish! “That’s for Herr Braggison for being such a money-grubbing accountant of a negotiator!” She inhaled deeply.

K-pish! “That’s for the All-mother who refuses to nullify that stupid-ass contr-“

“Good morning, Lady Sigyn!”

“Ahhh!” Sigyn jumped a good six inches off the ground and fired off flash of blue seider that was just barely deflected by a green shield thrown up by her visitor.

“Goat’s piss—I’m so sorry!” And then just as quickly she covered her mouth when she realized who he was. “Hel! I mean, Sorry! Shit.” She slapped her forehead. “Oh, your majesty, I so very sorry, are you hurt? You startled me … I mean, I had no idea you were part of the delegation. I didn’t … I’m so very sorry. Are you hurt? Oh Norns, this is terrible.”

Sigyn hastily bent into a deep curtsy and lowered her head. “I’m so sorry!”

She maintained her obeisance for several long moments and grimaced as she thought she heard him make some vague noise of disapproval, but then the noise shifted a bit, and she suddenly realized he was laughing.

She scowled and jerked up her head. “Are you laughing at me?”

He was laughing. It started as an almost silent chuckle as he tried to suppress it, his shoulders shaking ever more violently until he was full-on laughing, smile wide across face. Her scowl deepened for a moment, but then she couldn’t help but smile back, and before long she broke into giggles of her own.

A full minute passed like this before the prince closed the distance between them and reached out to help her off her knees with one hand and wipe his eyes with the other.

“Oh, by all that’s blessed, you should have seen the look on your face! I should have loved to capture that image forever!”

“Your majesty, I really am so sorry. No one has ever followed me out here. I never expected someone to show up, least of all you, and I was, well, preoccupied.”

He looked up at her handiwork. “I can see that. Quite an inventive way to work out your frustrations.”

Sigyn blushed deeply when she remembered what she had said. “Ohhhh! You heard that, didn’t you? Please don’t say anything. I’m already on the verge of … well, I guess I don’t know what Herr Braggison would do to me at this point — permanent confinement until the contract is signed, I suppose, so I don’t embarrass him any farther? And the queen … I know it’s not her fault. A contract is a contract and can’t be unwritten. I’m just. No. I didn’t mean it. It’s fine. Really. It’s all good.” And she folded her hands and smiled a beauty pageant smile that looked very nearly convincing.

Loki nodded slowly. “Well, I won’t mention it, if you like.”

She let out a breath she’d been holding. “That’s very gracious of you, your majesty.” She dipped a tiny curtsey once more and her smile softened into something more natural.

In response, he flashed her a smile that could easily have turned her into a pile of goo had it not been for the words that followed. “Please, call me Loki, after all, we are going to get married next week.”

“Oh yeah, “married”. Ha ha.” Her smile abruptly turned brittle and she sobered considerably, reminding herself, Not flirting. Off the market. Big tag marked SOLD! And Loki backed off with raised hands.

“Sorry.” He raised an eyebrow. “I gather you aren’t thrilled at the prospect?”

The beauty pageant smile returned. “Oh no, it’s a great privilege. Theoric is an excellent match. My guardian has worked very hard to ensure an advantageous contract, and I’m grateful that you’ve agreed to serve as a proxy to ensure the terms are fulfilled.”

A smirk spread over Loki’s face. “Did you memorize that speech?”

Her eyes looked slightly ill at that that, but the smile didn’t waiver and she didn’t answer. Loki inhaled and he backed off once more, pursing his lips as he concluded, “Right. An excellent match.”

An uncomfortable pause followed until Loki finally started up a new topic, “I was unaware, Lady Sigyn, that you practiced seider. Have you studied long?”

“Oh! Well! It’s mostly self-taught. Mother had just started my lessons when she passed away, so I’ve had to rely on the books she left in the library. That’s the one argument I won when father’s estate was cleared out—I managed to keep control of nearly her entire library. I’m afraid I’ll never be a master of the craft like she was, but I’ve managed pretty well, for all that.”

“You have her books? I wonder if you would let me take a look while I’m here.”

“I would be honored Prince Loki.”

“Loki. Just Loki.” And he extended his elbow to escort her back to the house.

She hesitated a second before resting her hand in the crook of his elbow. “Thank you, m’lord. Just Loki, then.”

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Later that night, Loki stood in his room and reached out to draw a set of runes on the mirror, eyes moving deliberately as they followed the green shimmer as it creeped in from the edges of the frame, turned slowly to gold, and then cleared to reveal the face of Frigga, All-mother.

Loki inclined his head, “Good evening, Mother. It is good to see you.”

Frigga offered a wry smile as she replied, “Good evening to you, as well, Loki. How has your ambassadorship fared today? Did you finally manage to greet Theoric’s intended?”

“I did, indeed.” Loki returned her smile. “I found her out in an old greenhouse knocking out window panes with her seider.”

“Really?”

“I barely missed getting winged myself when I startled her.” He snickered. “Why did you not warn me of the danger I would face?”

“I had no idea she practiced seider. She was so young when her mother passed, I assumed that she never trained.”

“Apparently she is self taught. Is that even possible?”

“Not unheard of, I suppose, but certainly rare. How did you find her — will the marriage suit, do you think?”

“Do you wish my honest answer, Mother, or a diplomatic one?”

“Loki,” she chided.

Loki’s face soured. “Frankly, I can’t imagine a more poorly made match. She is bright, well-read, quick-witted, and blunt, whereas Theoric is, well—none of those things. They will make each other perfectly miserable. I can’t imagine why he would seek out such a match, unless she’s  …”

Loki read the warning on his mother’s face immediately, “ahhhh, of course, unless she’s rich.” He paused. “She is, isn’t she? He’s to get a big, fat dowry.”

“Shush, Loki. Everything has already been arranged. If the couple are pleased enough with the match to sign the contract, there is nothing to be done against it.”

“I’m not entirely sure she is. What does she get out of this arrangement?”

“Out of her guardian’s house, I suppose. He has certainly made no secret of the fact that she has been a difficult charge. I believe she is anxious to cut those ties as soon as she can.”

“By marrying Theoric?” He asked dubiously.

“As near as I can remember, the terms of the wardship dictate that she cannot leave her guardian’s care until she marries. It’s an old fashioned arrangement, but it cannot be altered.”

“But … Theoric?”

“Loki—it is not your place to approve or disapprove of the match. You are there only to ensure the contract is fulfilled before the terms are up. There must be mitigating circumstances that lead her guardian to believe that another match might be difficult to attain, or perhaps difficult to attain with such advantageous conditions. Marriage negotiations can be complicated, especially for orphans like Sigyn.”

“Like Sigyn.”

“Yes, like Sigyn.”

“You mean outlanders.”

“Yes. People prefer …” And here Frigga had the decency to hesitate and even blush a bit.

“Their own kind.”

“Well, yes. It’s tricky.”

“Right.” His face had drawn into a deep scowl by that point, but knew she was right. Aesir are insular and slow to accept anything, or anyone, different.  But Theoric! That imbecile. She’s wasted on him.

[jngukie]

WIP Tag

i was tagged by @floofyeol! idk if this is a blessing or a curse let’s find out.

some of these fics have been in drafts for ages? so tbh i don’t even know if i will post them but hey we’ll see. (so assume for now that none of these will be posted—except when stated otherwise with an *)

the first couple will be ships. the later ones are reader-inserts. all are still protected by the Creative Commons license.

slide it up in here: chapter 10* pairing(s): jikook, namjin, yoonseok genre: humour, crack, drama, angst tags/warnings: texting, college au, slightly filthy, innuendoes, Awkward Jeon Jungkook™, slowburn, self-esteem issues, self-hatred, implied/referenced homophobia, everyone is a mess™

SUMMARY

gguki: [image attached] gguki: what should i do with it chimothy: um chimothy: dude idk if i’m entitled to give you suggestions but chimothy: i mean you could always just stick it in the ass???????

or jungkook accidentally sends a stranger a picture of his roommate’s brand new dildo

PREVIEW

the (9)7 wonders of the world

tol: ok here’s the plan dabs 24/7: yugyeom no offence but your plans kinda suck muscle pig: ^^ what bambam said muscle pig: i don’t trust you anymore tol: wow that hurt tol: but i promise you this one will be better dabs 24/7: don’t do it kook tol: it won’t backfire in any way

untilted vhope pairing(s): vhope, namjin genre: humour, fluff tags/warnings: college au, skype dates, profanity, neurobiology/pyschology major!namjoon, ra!jin, music major!yoongi (i think), some major!hoseok, and high schooler!tae, tbh idrk bc i haven’t finished writing it lmao

SUMMARY

When Jung Hoseok signed up for college, he didn’t think he’d end up on academic probation so soon. Hell, he’d never guess he’d have friends who would use him as a fucking lab rat for their atrocious experiments. He definitely did not expect to fall in love with his resident advisor’s little brother—and then proceed to sneak into said resident advisor’s room and hack his computer just to have one more Skype date with the little brother. Without getting caught by said resident advisor. Yeah—he’s a little stressed, to say the least.

→ a continuation of It’s Burning Up in Here.

PREVIEW

He didn’t sign up for this. He thought college would be a great idea—who would pass up the opportunity for ultimate freedom and youthful stupidity? No, he was ecstatic for college—but he definitely hadn’t signed up to be the fucking victim for his resident advisor’s boyfriend’s experiments.

“Hoseok-ssi, please stay still or otherwise this will hurt. A lot,” Namjoon begged as his friend Yoongi tried to hold him down on the fragile coffee table.

“That’s not what your needle’s saying! You said it was a harmless experiment! You said I’d be fine!”

“You will be! I just need practice drawing blood once—”

“You’ve never even done this before?” Hoseok shrieked, writhing some more. Yoongi growled in frustration and flung his entire weight onto Hoseok’s body—and thus effectively snapping the legs of the coffee table and sending them down towards the floor.

His advisor ran into the room then, eyes wide in alarm while holding a skillet filled with half-cooked meat, his creased white apron reading World’s Best Dad! in pretty cursive pink. “What the hell is going on here?”

untitled taekook* pairing(s): taekook, yoonjin genre: fluff, angst, humour, crack tags/warnings: restaurant au, running away, mentions of nudity, exhibitionism, does getting caught dancing naked in your room count as exhibitionism idek, mention of mpreg, but there’s no actual mpreg, i mean it’s the sims it’s not real, many many references to the male organ, but sorry folks no smut (A/N: this is literally what i have in my docs wow i’m such a nerd for preparing ao3 tags LMAO)

SUMMARY

The last thing Jungkook expected after running away to Seoul is to score a private live viewing of Naked_Neighbour_Dancing_In_His_Bedroom.mov—and then proceed to bump into him when he’s not-so-naked. And then also manage to greet him with a slap. It also probably doesn’t help that Nude Neighbour is his new boss. All in all, Jungkook just maybe kinda wants to die. (But of course Seokjin isn’t gonna allow him, so he’s just going to suffer—for now.)

PREVIEW

He sighs, turning his head to gaze out of the window, only to freeze when he realises his view isn’t exactly the most… decent.

Because across from his small studio apartment window is a perfect view of a larger apartment in the building across, and currently, the tenant (he hopes the boy’s the tenant) is enthusiastically dancing through his room completely naked, dinglehopper fully on display. He’s mouthing the words to some song, throwing a finger up in the air as he shuts his eyes and nods his head as though the music (Jungkook thinks there’s music) blasting in his room is speaking to him on a spiritual level.

Jungkook’s face is bright red when he finally breaks out of his trance, and he wishes he wasn’t so bad at reacting appropriately to inappropriate situations so he could at least have saved himself from adding a thirty-second clip of Nude Neighbour to his collection of non-digital memories. He rushes to the window and pulls the curtains close, fingers stiff as he tries to rid his brain of such scandalous images.

At least he was hot.

His face is redder now—if that’s even possible. “Fuck me,” he whispers, and then flushes even more. “Wait, no. Don’t fuck me. That’s not what—why am I even talking to myself. Agh.”

take these words out of my lungs (and set them free) pairing(s): vmin genre: angst, fluff tags/warnings: major character death, suicide attempt, depression, body image issues, depressed!jimin, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, ambiguous original character that appears for like five seconds, high school au

SUMMARY/PREVIEW

three pounds. that’s how much he’s gained since he last stepped on the scale, the dictator that rules over his life. he stares at the numbers again, frowning at the digits glaring up at him. perhaps there was a mistake; maybe the scale is rigged or jammed or simply broken. he couldn’t have possibly gained three pounds in a span of two days. hasn’t he been walking around his neighbourhood enough?

he sighs, stepping off the scale and turning around to flush the toilet before washing his hands. even the cold water burns his skin, and he wishes he could melt through the cracks on the floor. would he slim down then? would he finally be skinny enough?

“jimin!” he hears his mother call, and he forces his way from the sink, sneaking out his parent’s bathroom and into the living room outside. their apartment is small but cozy. jimin hates it.

untitled kim seokjin* pairing(s): platonic OT7 genre: fluff, angst tags/warnings: anxiety, depression, eating disorder, negative body image perception, lapslock (lower case)

SUMMARY

honestly, he can’t remember what it’s like to live anymore.

PREVIEW

breathe in. breathe out.

three lucky charms. four cereal pieces. seven bits down the drain.

he smiles, staring at the milk-stained sink as the spoon clatters against metal, bowl turned upside down. it’s ugly—white ink staining burnt grey like liquid cobwebs feeding on rust. it looks exactly as how he feels: dirty, wasted, trash. one-seventy-nine centimetres down the drain.

untitled kim taehyung pairing(s): Kim Taehyung/Reader genre: fluff, humour, probably angst bc knowing me tags/warnings: (sor far) nudity, profanity

SUMMARY/PREVIEW

Kim Taehyung has no regrets. Sure, he probably should’ve thought twice before he spent all of his money on BIGBANG merch just to show Jungkook that yes, he’s the bigger fanboy, and sure, he definitely should’ve listened to Jimin when he warned Taehyung that no, he shouldn’t eat three whole pizza pies by himself, but that doesn’t mean he regrets any of his decisions. Even though blowing all his earnings on people he’ll never meet did cause him to starve for a good or so month.

(Thank god for ramyeon.)

So, no, Jimin, he doesn’t regret running out of the shower butt naked when he heard her singing on her way to the second floor of their co-ed dorm, doesn’t regret shouting, “I love your voice!” before she screamed, “Oh my god, you’re naked!” And he definitely doesn’t regret yelling, “Oh, shit!” into Oblivion before sprinting back into the bathroom to resume the hot shower he abandoned.

“For fuck’s sake, Taehyung,” Jimin says to him once Taehyung’s finished recounting the story, the two of them lying side by side on Jimin’s bed. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

“I should probably say hi,” Taehyung muses, blinking at the ceiling. “Do you think she remembers me?”

Jimin glances down, and snickers. “With how small your dick is, she probably does.”

untitled park jimin pairing(s): Park Jimin/Reader genre: fluff tags/warnings: (so far) blind!reader

SUMMARY

He is an angel; and she doesn’t need to see to believe. She fathoms his widespread wings as he gently picks her up, worriedly and urgently asking for her health, voice so soft it touches her skin like silk on smooth glass. His eyes must be crinkled in the corners, a smile stuttering through apologies, heart too warm for the human hand to touch. She imagines what he looks like, faintly deciding through his rapid Korean that he must be chesnut if not vanilla, not in skin but in connotation because he sounds and smells and feels like home.

Her pause is a millennia long, and she hears him repeat himself again, the sound of melting marshmallow oozing out of beautiful lips: “Are you alright?”

She produces a smile, feathery and light, eyes glassy and the world continues to remain black. “I’m fine,” she replies, and her voice is cracked from its lack of use; she hasn’t met anyone worth talking to in what feels like a century. Another smile reappears, much strained than what she’s used to, and she picks herself up from where the concrete lay, the dust falling from her voile skirt. “No damage done.”

untitled kim taehyung #2* pairing(s): Kim Taehyung/Reader, platonic OT7 genre: fluff, angst tags/warnings: i think it’s schizophrenia?, mental illnesses, depression

SUMMARY/PREVIEW

There is a moment when time stands still. It’s fleeting, escaping the moment your fingers curl around it and pull. But it is during this moment happiness enraptures you with its warm hug as your heart thunders against your chest—the steady thump, thump, thump of a snare drum awakening. It is during this moment pain ceases to exist.

But after, everything will come rushing back.

i have more but these are the ones that are decent, at the very least.

to pass the torch on, i’ll tag @minmelly @kinky-koreans @pasteljeonggukk @haneulismykoreanname @rnjmnster and anyone else who wants to do it! (if you don’t, no pressure. good luck to you and your writing!)

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The Furry Guardians Part 1: Bloodlust’s Story (WIP)

The Furry Guardians

Part 1: Bloodlust’s Story

 By: Tristin Longstreet

Introduction

           Hey everyone. My name is Bloodlust, but my friends call me Blood. I’m a veteran of the USMC. I live with 4 other people named Hans, My girlfriend Berry, Eko, and Droxy. We live to fight against anyone that tries to bring us down. If you get in our way, you’re in for a big surprise. We like to call ourselves The Furry Guardians. I know it sounds silly but we have some abnormal powers that nobody has ever heard of. This is my story. So if you’re here to read a good story, you’re in for a treat. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the story.

Chapter 1

Part 1

Iraq

“I need more bandages!” A soldier yells while he tries to stop the bleeding on what used to be my right arm. I stare deep into the eyes of the Russian furry known as Nikolai Kutsnensove. Nikolai and I have been in the same squad ever since we joined the USMC. Nikolai was a rogue Russian who had joined the USMC after the Russians killed his wife and kids. I joined the USMC because I wanted to serve my country. I live in a military family and thought that I might as well keep the family blood going. As I think of all this my vision starts to fade. Nikolai slaps me to keep me awake “Do not die on me colonel! I won’t be able to hang out with anyone anymore” Nikolai says with a heavy Russian accent. I jerk awake as he slaps me. “Don’t worry…I’m not…” I say with labored breathes. As Nikolai is bandaging up my arm he stands up and orders for a medic. But as he does a grenade goes off. Another soldier throws himself on top of me to keep me safe. I push him off and struggle to get up to find Nikolai. Nowhere. I run around to try to find him and I come face to face with a hostile Russian, a .44 Magnum pointed right between my eyes. I stand completely still, making sure not to make any sudden movements. The Russian speaks in a heavy Russian accent “Drop your weapon American. Before I decide to end your career in the USMC.” I go to remove my weapon but someone behind me calls my name and the Russian aims at the source and fires, killing the soldier who called my name. I didn’t get a chance to see who it was. But I knew who it was. That accent, that tone, it was Nikolai. That damn Russian shot my brother in arms. I yell in anger as I charge the fucker that killed my best friend. I realized too late that he had already clicked the hammer of the gun. I hear the click, the discharge, and then next thing I know, I have a bullet in my head. I fall to the ground with a loud thump, my heart still beating but starting to slow. I hear muffled gunshots and the Russian falls to the ground as he gets filled with bullets. I look over and my breath was almost taken away. The Navy Seals were here. What were they doing here in Iraq? One of them rushes over to me and checks my pulse. He shouts orders that sound muffled to me because of the blood rushing through my ears. A medic runs over and tries to stop the bleeding. While he does an Apache helicopter hovers over me and the medic lifts me into it. The last thing I saw before I passed out was the flash of Nikolai’s necklace. The last thing that I ever saw of Nikolai. I couldn’t believe he was gone. I try to yell to the people on the ground to get me his dog-tags but I don’t have enough energy and I finally pass out. I immediately want to be brought back to life. My mind gets flooded with bad memories and visions of Nikolai. The worst one I saw was when Nikolai was patching me up and he went missing after the grenade. Another one is when we’re hanging out at Military Base Delta playing poker with a couple people from our squadron. I had won the game and got about $60 and a bottle of liquor from it. “This is bullshit. Are you sure you weren’t cheating Blood?” Nikolai asks me as I count the money. “No cheating here Nik. If I was, that would be poor sport. Maybe you should step up your game and try to increase your luck” Everyone laughs as I pop open the bottle of Vodka. “Anyone care for a drink?” I say as I show the bottle. Everyone asks for a shot. “Thought so. Nobody can turn down Nik’s vodka” I say as I pour them each a shot. “Well, here’s to another day in the USMC. And maybe Nikolai will get better luck next time we play poker. Even though I win every time” I say as we all tap our shot glasses together. All that is taken away from my grasp as I’m brought back to the land of the living by a jolt of electricity sent through my body. I breathe heavily and sit up quickly. I’m in some sort of medical room. I look around and don’t see anyone. Then who brought me back to life? I look at my stump and notice that I have a new arm. I flex it and it feels just like a normal arm. But how? I lost my arm to a fucker with a .338 Lapua. I hear a noise and quickly pull out my mini pistol that I always keep in my combat boots just in case of emergencies and aim at the source. The reason for the noise is standing in the doorway with her arms up, she’s dressed in her combat uniform. Normal camo with a touch of white for added camouflage. She has bright blue eyes, a muscular but sexy body, she was cute in a Female-Marine sort of way. She had tan and white fur and a scar under her left eye. I immediately remember who it is. “Major Gummy. Marine, Sniper unit 201” I address her. She speaks in a strong but also kind of sweet voice “Wow, you really know your soldiers. Now can you please lower your gun colonel?” She says as I realize I’m still holding the gun. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry about that.” I put the gun back in its place as she walks over and gestures to my arm. “You like it? It’s made out of lightweight aluminum and steel. Strong, but fast.” She says with a light smile. I look at her surprised “How long was I out for?” I ask her. “You were out for 2 weeks” She tells me. That got me. I was out for 2 weeks. How had I survived being shot in the head by a Russian .44? That gun should have blown my head clean off. I look at my arm and sigh heavily. “It looks so real” I say to her. She laughs and taps it, making a loud metal clang. “Yup. I made it myself. I’m pretty good with robotics. Anyway, you’re gonna be happy to hear this. You’re being honorably discharged for your service. I’m also being discharged because I….kind of….got shot….by an RPG…” She says nervously. I stare in amazement “Wow. Sounds like you had it rough” She looks at me with a look that makes me regret what I said. She obviously doesn’t like a smart ass. “Ok. Enough chit chat. C’mon lets go meet General Reyzar.” She says as she gets up “Can you walk?” She asks me. I get up and surprisingly have enough strength to stand. This is definitely not normal. “Yeah I can walk” I say as I flip my hair off my muzzle. “Good. I don’t want to have to carry you all the way to command” She says as she starts walking out the door. I reluctantly follow her and we begin walking to command. I’m watching her the whole way there and she doesn’t notice until were right outside the door of the command center. She looks at me and snaps her fingers to get my attention “See something you like?” I shake my head as I realize how rude I’m being. I could tell I was getting on her bad side with the look she gave me (I wouldn’t want to see that look again. Creeps me out) “No...It’s just, how do you have all your limbs? Wouldn’t you be eviscerated since you got shot by an RPG?” She looks at me with a confused look. “You really don’t know much about me do ya colonel? I can regrow limbs on command. Why do you think my name is Gummy?” She tells me in an annoyed tone. I stare in amazement. “Wha…? H…how? Do you have lizard DNA?” I ask her as I realize my jaw is hanging open. I close it and continue to stare in amazement. She laughs and looks back at me “No I don’t have lizard DNA. I developed this ability when I was taken hostage by the Russians and experimented on. I was on a reconnaissance mission to spy on the Soviet Union to find out their plans. It turns out, they’re taking other furries and experimenting on them to find out what chemical has the worst effect” She says as a tear rolls down her face “They’re using chemical warfare Bloodlust, they’re gonna wipe out the entire united states. Citizens, soldiers, the president, everybody. Even Russian spies in the US. They will stop at nothing until they see us all dead Blood, NOTHING! THE ONLY PERSON THAT CAN STOP THEM IS THE RUSSIAN PRESIDENT! AND THERE IS NO WAY HES GONNA LET UP!” She says as she pushes me “THEY KILLED JONES! THEY KILLED MY ENTIRE SQUAD! THEY KILLED MY DAUGHTER AMBER! YOU DON’T KNOW HOW RELENTLESS THEY ARE BECAUSE YOU NEVER EXPERIENCED IT FIRST HAND! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY WILL DO IN ORDER TO WIPE OUT THE ENTIRE USMC!” I try to calm her down “Gummy, I know it hurts. I lost my friend Nikolai and my entire family to the Russians. I witnessed all of their deaths. Trust me. I lost my son and I got my boyfriend away in time.” Tears start to roll down my face as I slide to a sitting position by the wall “They killed Jace…They killed my parents…” I look up at her “THEY’RE ALL DEAD! ALL OF THEM! I DON’T HAVE ANYONE ELSE! I HAVENT SEEN BERRY IN 3 YEARS! I’VE BEEN WORRIED SICK ABOUT HER AND YOU’RE YELLING AT ME BECAUSE YOU LOST 2 OF YOUR FRIENDS?! I LOST ALL OF THEM! YOU HEAR ME?! ALL OF THEM!” I’m standing up now, tears rolling down my face as I rat her out “YOU DON’T HAVE IT AS ROUGH AS I DO GUMMY! YOU MAY HAVE SPECIAL POWERS BUT I DON’T! IT MAKES ME FEEL WEAK!” I address Gummy as I slide down again. “I don’t know what to do anymore” Gummy kneels down in front of me with a worried look on her face. “I’m sorry that happened to you Blood. You didn’t deserve to go through that.” She says as she shakes her head “At least you know how relentless they are. They can kill with no expression. I also saw something when I was captured. Someone that looked exactly like you. But his name was-” She gets interrupted when General Reyzar came walking out of command. He’s a sergal. In the military as far back as he can remember. His fur is white, black, and orange. A scar underneath his left eye, muscular body, his greatcoat down to his legs. He’s about 7 or 8 feet tall. With a high caliber AR-15 slung across his back. He looks down at us and speaks in a low but commanding voice “Colonel Bloodlust, Major Gummy. What took you two so long to get to command? And what are you doing on the floor?” He addresses us. We both get up and dust ourselves off. I look up at Reyzar, him being 2 feet taller than me even though I’m 6 foot. I salute and clear my throat, not realizing how dry it was until now. “Sorry sir. It won’t happen again sir.” I say as Gummy does the same. “It better not. But it will never happen again because of your discharge. Colonel Bloodlust, Major Gummy, meet me in hanger bay 7. We will have your pardon ceremony there.” Reyzar says as he salutes to us “Stay American soldiers” Gummy and I both salute in return and we say at the same time “Stay American sir” Reyzar starts walking back into command before I stop him. He looks back at me “What is it soldier?” I look up at him and hold my arms behind my back, my legs shoulder width apart, just like Nikolai showed me. “Captain Nikolai was killed in battle today while he was saving my life. Well, at least trying to. And I was hoping that we could have a funeral today in his honor. He was a great soldier sir. And I hope for his death not to be in vain” I say to him as he nods his head. He puts his hand on my shoulder reassuringly, his hand way bigger than my head. (Sergals are pretty threatening so don’t make one mad. I learned that the hard way.) “I will see what I can do. I agree with you. Nikolai was a great soldier and he didn’t deserve that death.” He says as he salutes “Stay American Bloodlust” I salute as well and smile “Stay American Rey” Reyzar smiles and walks back into command and closes the door behind him. Gummy hearing our entire conversation. I look at her and walk to her, clapping my hand on her back. “Looks like this day has went from ok to great. Come on” I say and nod my head towards the dorms “Let’s go pack up” She nods and starts walking to her dorm room.

 Chapter 1

Part 2

The Shooting

           It’s been 2 days since it happened, the shooting, so many people, my comrades, my brothers in arms, all of them, gone. As I know of I’m the only survivor. You guys are probably wondering what im talking about. There was a shooting. The Russians invaded the base. They brought tanks, helicopters, submarines, all the heavy artillery known to man. And killed everyone in Military Base Delta. At least that’s what I thought. I’ll show you guys in this part.

           As I was getting ready for the discharge Gummy comes in with a forest green duffle bag on her shoulder and a M1911 strapped to her belt. She told me that she takes that pistol everywhere. She said it belonged to her father. And her father was the best captain of the United States Marine Corps. Served alongside general Reyzar before he became general. Her father was the most well-known captain. Captain Hans Gustonia. He’s German. He was supposedly part of the lost battalion of the US Army. He was a werewolf, and he’s dead. (Or so I thought) As all this is going through my head G walks up, smiling like she had just won a cruise in the Caribbean. “What are you so happy about?” I ask her. “Oh just happy that im finally getting out of here.” I smiled and grabbed my Model .459 Caliber Pistol and strapped it to my thigh. “So am I. I can finally go home and see my girlfriend Berry.” She looks at me with an interested look “You haven’t really told me much about your girlfriend Blood” She says as she sits on the bed “Why don’t you tell me a bit about her?” I shrug and sit on the bed across from her after setting my bag on the bed “Well, she’s the greatest girl that you could ever have. And she always has this soft pink glow around her. And whenever she feels emotions she glows a bright pink. Her personality is the sweetest part about her. When you’re sad, she knows just the right things to say in order to cheer you up. She’s just…” I wipe a few tears from my face and sniffle “She’s just the sweetest girl ever...” I look up at Gummy, a few tears in my eyes “You should have seen her when I was told I had to leave. She didn’t want me to go because she was afraid I would get hurt. And now look at me” I hold up the new robotic arm and tap it a few times, I sigh as I do so. “She’s going to be so pissed when she finds out I lost my arm” Gummy gets up and walks over, sitting next to me and then hugs me tightly, Softly petting my back “You’ll be fine Blood. I promise. She’s not gonna be pissed, you two are going to be just fine” I blush softly and then hug her back. Loving the feeling of someone hugging me again. The feeling of warmth rushing through my body. I don’t want her to let go but I am forced to when an alarm goes off. She lets go and looks around “What the hell?” I look around as well, confused as hell until I realize why it’s going off “We’re under attack” The look on our faces shows the same thing. Fear. We both get up and run down the hall as soldiers trip over themselves trying to get their weapons. Me and G already have ours out as we run as fast as we can down the hallway. As we’re running an explosion knocks us into the other wall as a tank rolls through the wall that was to our right. We both get as low as we can as the tank rolls over us, just enough space for us not to be crushed under the treads. We both get up and run down the rest of the hallway and bust through the doors at the end and the sight that we see is horrifying. There’s an entire Russian army inside of the base. Helicopters, Tanks, Soldiers, and something that we’ve never seen before. A giant mech suit. It grabs hold of a soldier and then rips off his arms and then throws him to the side. We’re frozen in fear as we see this happen. The mech operator sees us and we both know it’s too late to fight “RUN!” We both run to the right trying to escape the mech but it’s faster than we expected. I say fuck it and unfold my wings, grabbing G and kicking off the ground and into the air. But as we’re flying some of the soldiers on the ground start firing at us. Thank god I have feathered wings or else I’d already be on the ground. But once we’re about 700 yards off the ground a sniper bullet hits the bone of my wing and I start spinning out of control, I lose my grip on G and she goes spiraling towards the ground and I’m unable to grab her in time. The blood curdling scream that originates from her mouth makes me cry “GUMMYYYYY!!!” I yell as I plummet towards the roof of the base. I hit the ground hard and I get up as quick as I can and run over to the side of the roof, frantically looking around for G but she’s nowhere to be seen. This makes me worried. Where the hell is she? My question gets answered when I see a plume of smoke and a scream of pain is heard in the distance. Gummy. I jump off the roof and slide down the side, once I get to the ground I pull out my pistol and knife and run towards the sound of the scream, killing any Russians that get in my way. I try my best to get to her but there’s too many. I run in the other direction, towards all of my fellow soldiers. As I’m running to them I see him. General Reyzar. I run up to him and try my best to talk to him, talking to him in between heavy breathes but it all sounds like this “G…Plummet…Out there…Search…” Rey understands what I’m saying and orders me to go inside and I have no choice but to listen to him. As I’m trying my best to run inside I look back and immediately regret it. The mech is standing right over Rey. He’s frozen in fear as the mech picks up the general that I called my friend. I stop dead in my tracks. The only word that I can get out is “No…” and then the mech rips the general in half and throws him aside. I start to cry as I witness this scene. The sergal that had been in the USMC since he was 18. Killed by a fucking mech. I run inside and look around for a hiding place. I find a closet and I run inside and close the door behind me. I slide down the wall and hug my legs and bury my face in my knees. I just witnessed the death of the most skilled member of the United States Marine Corps. Ripped in half. By a god damn mechanical suit. “This can’t be happening” I say as I start to cry again. I punch a shelf and knock over a box of ammo. I realize where I am. The Armory. I stand up and pull out my flashlight and shine it around the giant room. I see a bunch of shelves but no guns. “Oh well that’s just great” I say as I look around some more. My flashlight drops to my side and I look up, frustrated. I walk over to the door and peek outside. Nobody’s there. I take this chance and open the door and start running down the hallway. I pick up a gun off the ground and cock it. Thank god it’s loaded. Once I get to a crossroads I stand against the wall, my gun ready. I hear footsteps and I hold my breath, slowly backing into the shadows. My dark fur helping me blend in. Once the soldiers pass I slowly emerge from the shadows and make my way down the hallway I was going down. After what seemed like an hour I finally get to my destination. The Command Center. I enter my code into the keypad and when I hear the click of the doors unlocking I run inside and close them behind me. I walk over to the big monitors lining the opposite wall. I type in the password and when the security feed pops up, I force myself not the cry. It’s G. She’s alive but barely. She has a missing arm and a broken leg. She’s not moving and she’s been surrounded by a Russian squadron. Two Russians pick her up and take her away. I punch the keyboard and it breaks in half. I curse and use the one next to it. Checking the other security feeds looking for other survivors. I can’t find anybody. They’re all dead. I’m the only survivor left at Military Base Delta. This breaks my heart as I look around to find the mutilated corpses of my fellow brothers and sisters in arms. No life left in them. I find one that looks just like me. I rest my fingertips against the screen “That could have been me…” I sit staring at the screen for what seems like an hour, wondering what the families will think when they hear what had happened to all of their family members out here at Military Base Delta. Some of them might want to retaliate, some of them might want to join them. I know that Geo would want to join me if something had happened to me. After pondering this I hear voices coming from down the hallway. I hide in a closet in the room and hold my breath, making sure that no one is able to hear me. Soon after hiding in the closet I hear the doors get blown open by some sort of explosive. Then I hear Russian voices on the other side of my closet door. But there’s one that I recognize. A heavy Russian accent, a deep voice, the sound of a limp. It’s Nikolai. I slowly open the door, slow enough that nobody can hear or see it open, and sure enough there he is. I have to strain myself not to bust open the door and tackle him. He’s got the same lime green and black fur. The same limp in his left leg. I can’t take it anymore. I bust open the door and aim my gun at Nikolai. His entire squadron aims all their guns at me. Nikolai turns around and looks me dead in the eye and speaks in his heavy Russian accent that I have heard for 3 years “Bloodlust..?” I stand there looking at him, my gun aimed right between his eyes. Since I had ran here from the battlefield outside, I’m forced to speak in labored breathes “Nikolai…How…How are you alive..?” He looks down and orders his men to lower their guns. I can tell that something is wrong. He walks over and rests his hand on my shoulder “Blood…I hate to tell you this but…” As he says this I feel the cold metal of a pistol barrel to my stomach “I work with the Russians now” I feel him about the pull the trigger but I swat it aside and put Nikolai in a choke hold and kill all his men by firing my MP5K that I picked up off the ground in the hallway (I’m honestly surprised it still had ammo in it) After I kill all of them I spin Nikolai around and aim his pistol right at his head “I demand you to tell me what happened Nik. I had seen the Russian pull the trigger and I heard the impact of the bullet. How are you alive?” Nikolai is standing with his hands up in the air “Bloodlust just drop the gun and I’ll tell you everything” I don’t do anything but move closer, the barrel of the pistol right at his forehead, Nikolai knowing that if he did anything funny I would kill him without hesitation “Ok fine. I was working with the Russians the entire time I was with you. I’m a spy Blood. I’m surprised you never noticed.” I lower my gun and stare Nik in the eye “Why. Why would you do this? I thought you were my friend. You killed your friends. You killed my friends. You…” Something clicks in my head and I immediately want it to go away. The mech operator. I look to my left and see the mech just outside the door with nobody in it. And then I see it. The death of Reyzar. Him getting ripped in half. The death of the soldiers in front me because of that mech operator. The mech operator was Nikolai. I look at Nikolai with a look of sorrow. “You were the mech operator. You killed Reyzar. You killed…” The spade on my chest begins to glow a very dark red “You killed my best friend!!!” I lunge at him and tackle him to the ground, my claws out now as I slash at his face and chest. A look of complete fear on Nikolai’s face as I completely tear him apart. I pick him up and then slam him multiple times against the wall. Taking out all of my fear and rage out on the one I used to call my friend. I throw him out of the room and he tries his best to crawl to the mech but I pick up my MP5K and fire the rest of the clip into his back. I walk over, tossing the rifle aside. I kick him over and realize it’s too late. “I thought you could trust me Blood” and then he fires the pistol that was in the hand of one of his dead squad members right at my gut. I fall over and land hard on my head, nearly knocking me out. My vision is blurry but I hear more footsteps down the hallway. Only one pair, female. And then I hear a gunshot and blood sprays onto my face. I instantly know whose it is. Nikolai is dead now. Shortly after that Gummy kneels over me. Trying to stop the bleeding in my stomach. She picks me up and runs down the hallway at a speed that she shouldn’t be able to run while carrying a big guy like me. Once she gets to the end of the hallway she calls out and a Humvee pulls up and she puts me in the back with a medic. She gets in the front and yells at the driver to drive. I pass out almost instantly.

      Chapter 2

The Base

I wake up in an infirmary. But it doesn’t look like an infirmary in a military base or hospital. I look over and see a blood bag hooked up to my left arm. I look to my right and my breath is immediately taken away when I see him. The pink and white fur. The feather in her hair. It’s Berry! But that can’t be her. She’s back in Minnesota. “Wait, where are we?” I accidentally say out loud as I look around the room. “We’re home” Berry says as she gets up and walks over to me “Well, not our home. But this’ll work for now” I sit up and sit against the headboard “What happened? What do you mean home? What is this place?” Berry softly pets my head and smiles. “We’re in Gummy’s house.” And then it hits me like a sledgehammer. That’s why I recognized this place. I look over and see a picture of Gummy with her father, Hans. I don’t know why I missed it before. I look at Berry, awestruck. “What the fuck are we doing here?” Just as I say that Gummy walks in “Oh hey, you’re awake” She says with a light smile as she walks over with a tray of some weird red substance inside a water bottle. I look at it, confused and then she grabs it and hands it to me “Drink up” I look at her with a face that anyone can easily read “I’m not drinking that” She sets it on the bedside table and scoffs softly “You really are a dumbass. That’s what’s in your blood bag. It’s called Insomniosia. It works better than painkillers. And with your condition, you need it badly. So come on, drink it” I reluctantly grab the water bottle and drink a little bit of it, surprised at how good it tastes “This tastes amazing” I say with an awestruck face “See? It’s not that bad” She takes out a clear flask and drinks the same substance as I drink the rest of the bottle and feel warmth rush through my body. “This stuff works just like ambrosia, like in Greek history.” She nods and smiles “You’re exactly right. But, it works way better. Take a look at your hand.” I look at my hand and nothing seems different from before “Nothings happ-” I get cut off when my entire hand starts on fire. This gets me going. I jump out of my bed and try to put out the fire, screaming as my hand sits as a ball of fire. Berry starts freaking out as well, trying to put out the flame with water but it’s no use. After about 10 minutes of trying to put it out it finally goes out. I look at Gummy, wondering what the fuck had just happened. “What the fuck just happened?!” She laughs and takes another swig of her Insomniosia. “You developed powers when Nikolai shot you in the gut. When I ran over to you after killing him, your entire body was resting on a small pit of embers. And all around you was burned. All of the bodies that used to be the Russians that you had killed, were all burnt to a crisp” I wonder if I should believe her or not. How did I develop powers just by getting shot in the gut by a pistol? But now that I think about it, I didn’t feel any heat when my hand lit on fire. I look at my hand and notice that there’s no scorch marks or burnt flesh. “I…I’m a wizard…?” I say with a confused tone. Gummy bursts out laughing and has to use the bed to support herself. After her little outburst she looks up at me, wiping a few tears away from her eyes from laughing so hard. “No you dingus. You developed powers. You’re an elemental. You were born with this power. It just took up until now in order for it to surface. There’s so many people like you. And guess where they are?” She says as she places her hands on my shoulders “Right in this house” I have to use the wall to support myself. An elemental? I can control fire? I can summon fire at will? “I’m a fire elemental…What does that make me part of the fire nation?” Gummy laughs and punches my arm. “Well if you want to call yourself that, I’m gonna have to get Droxy in here to extinguish your flames” She says as she walks over to the door. “Come on. I’ll go introduce you guys to them” I walk over to Berry and grab her hand, bringing her over to the doorway. “Droxy…That name sounds so familiar…She wouldn’t happen to be a dragon would she? An orange and red dragon?” Gummy smiles and opens the door “Why don’t you go look for yourself?” I let go of Berry’s hand and run out into the hallway and into the living room, looking for her. “Droxy?” As I say this I hear a thump outside, like someone landing. I run outside and then I see her. The red and orange wings, the eyepatch covering her left eye, the brown hair. “Droxy!” A smile forms on both of our faces and we both run at each other and hug each other as tight as possible. “Oh my god I missed you so much” I tell her as we both wrap our wings around each other, a gesture known only to us. A gesture of acceptance, peace. “I missed you to Bloodlust. I can’t believe we found each other again” A few tears well up in my eyes and I hug Droxy tighter. After a few minutes of hugging we let go and look at each other. And then I notice something cold on my left arm. I look down and see that Droxy has a metal hand. I hold it up and look at it “Droxy what happened?” She gets a little shy and pulls her hand back, hiding it in her gray greatcoat. “You don’t wanna know…” I grab hold of her shoulders and look her in the eye. “Droxy…” I hug her again and this time more loving and caring. I don’t know what happened to her but I know it was traumatizing for her. She tears up and buries her face in my chest. I wrap my wings around both of us but she doesn’t. I know what she’s experiencing, sadness, trauma, she doesn’t know what to do. I just hold her close and tell her it’s going to be ok. “Everything is going to be ok Droxy. I promise. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Just then Berry walks up behind me “We, won’t let anything happen to you.” This made Droxy’s face light up and she hugs both of us. We both smiled and hugged her tightly, I wrapped my wings around us, separating us from the world. Gummy comes out and leans against the doorframe of the entrance of the house and when we finish hugging, I look over the trees of the woods and see something, it’s very distant but I can just make out a shape, I can’t tell what it is, but as it gets closer I hear it, it sounds like loud footsteps, and not just loud like stomping while running, but loud like something big is coming. I can’t tell what it is but then I see somethings wrong with Droxy. I look at her and get really worried. I stand in front of her and hold her shoulders “Droxy? What’s wrong?” She then pushes me out of the way and starts running to the woods. The footsteps are getting closer. I look at Gummy and she’s just as worried as I am. I look at Berry and tell her to go inside. She cooperates and runs inside and locks the door. I tell Gummy to stay and look after her. “I want t-” she doesn’t get to finish her sentence because I’m already in the air, flying after Droxy. I look behind me and finally see it. A giant orange, yellow, and red dragon with four eyes comes running out of the woods. I start flying even faster. Calling Droxy’s name, trying to see if she can answer me. I start to get really worried and want to find her as fast as possible. Just then the giant dragon comes up behind me and grabs me with its giant hand and holds me in front of its mouth. I try my best to get free but it’s no use. I look into one of the dragons eyes, terrified. But it doesn’t kill me. It just holds me there, staring at me. It then puts me on its back and starts running to where Droxy was running. I get up on its head and then realize who it is. It’s Stark. One of Droxy’s old friends. “Stark?” I say, awestruck. She looks back at me and smiles. “You miss me?” she says in a deep and booming voice. I smile and pat her head. “I missed you a lot. Come on we’ll catch up later. We gotta find Droxy” I tell her and she starts running again. I grab onto her horns to keep myself on her head. I look around frantically, trying my best to find her. I hear a scream come from the other end of the woods and Stark runs towards the source of the scream. I jump off Stark’s head and start flying towards the source. I cup my hands around my muzzle “Droxy?!Where are you?!” Suddenly the woods go quiet. I land on a branch and look around, my hand on a branch to keep me stable. Stark walks over to me. “Do you have any idea where she could be?” She asks me. I shake my head. I see something over the tree line and fly higher to get a better look. And what I see makes me want to leave as soon as possible. A high wall with barbed wire at the top, multiple buildings inside the walls, men and women walking around with weapons, its military base Delta. I thought it was destroyed. How does it look so new? I fly down to Stark and land on the branch next to her head. “Droxy is in there” I address her and point to the base. She nods and puts me on her head and starts running towards the base. The soldiers walking around outside hear us coming and aim their guns at us. I fly up and wave my hands around in the air. “DON’T SHOOT!!!” I yell at them, they all lower their weapons when they realize who I am. There’s 10 of them, all of them different ranks. The one on the far right puts her gun behind her and salutes “Sergeant Major Bloodlust! Sir!” The others do what she did. I’m so confused. I thought I was a colonel. I fly down and land in front of them and look at all of them. “At ease soldiers” They all put their hands behind their backs and look at me “I thought this place was destroyed. How did it get rebuilt so fast?” The soldiers look just as confused as me. The soldier on the far left finally speaks up “Sir? That Russian invasion happened 17 years ago.” Suddenly my heart drops and I nearly collapse. Stark runs up and puts her head on the ground to catch me. One of the soldiers runs inside and comes back with a medic. They both bring me inside. Before they bring me inside I order them to let Stark come inside. “Sir? Are you sure you w-” I grab the medic’s shirt and pull him in close. “Let.Her.In” He hesitates slightly and looks up at the watch towers and nods. The gates open and Stark walks inside with us. The medic and soldier bring me to the infirmary where I rest for a little while and fall asleep. I immediately get thrown into a nightmare and want to leave it as soon as possible. I’m in the Russian invasion again. Flying through the sky with Gummy in my arms, she’s shooting down at the soldiers below until I get shot in the wing again. I let go of her and we both plummet towards to the ground. The scream. That terrible scream that originated from her mouth. And I couldn’t do anything. My wing was shot and my vision was filled with black dots. I hit the ground hard and cracked my skull open. When I woke up I was in the closet with my MP5 that I picked up before I confronted Nikolai in the control room. I peek through a crack in the door and slowly slide the barrel of the gun through it, aimed right at Nikolai. I quietly cock the gun and after a few moments I fire, killing Nikolai. But now it wasn’t Nikolai. It was Gummy. I burst through the door of the closet and run to her and try to grab her but she disappears. I look around and I’m surrounded by darkness. And then all around me I hear them. The voices. All of the soldiers that had died in my unit. I start running, trying to escape. “You let us die” “You gave bad orders” “You watched us burn and bleed out.” They were trying to bring me down. I started running faster. Faster. Faster and finally ran out of breathe and collapsed. Holding my chest. Gasping for air. And then I see him. It’s Nikolai. He’s walking towards me with a flamethrower. “You should have listened to me” He says and the flamethrower comes alive and I start burning alive. I go to scream but nothing comes out of my mouth as I feel the flames consume me. I shoot up out of my bed, finally out of the nightmare. I’m breathing heavily and I feel my fur to see if it’s still there. No burn marks. At least not on me. I look around my room and see a huge scorch mark all around me on the floor. I get out of bed and finally remember where I am. I’m in my old room from before the attack. I walk over to my dresser and pick up a picture of me and everyone in my squad. Omega Squad. There’s Cal, Vat, Davit, JD, Kate, Allan, and me. I stare at the picture for a while and a knock at the door snaps me back to reality. I look behind me and see a sergal with orange and black fur. My heart sinks. It’s Reyzar’s son. “Blade?” I walk over to him and place my hand on his shoulder. “What are you doing here? Don’t tell me you enlisted.” I know him so well because Reyzar introduced me to him when we were able to go back home. He was so young then. Probably around 9 or 10. Now he looks like he’s in his 20s. “I did. I wanted to keep the family blood going for my family. When I found out my dad died in the Russian invasion 17 years ago I decided to enlist in the military so I could avenge him and make sure he didn’t die in vain.” I nod and he hugs me. I’m caught off guard but I hug him back. “I didn’t know it would be this bad. They have mechs, advanced fighters, advanced tanks, we don’t have the type of firepower to take out their machines.” He tells me and I wipe a tear away, trying to push away the memory of his father’s death. I wrap my wings around us. Trying to comfort him. I can tell he’s trying not to cry. I pet his back and gently push him away. “I might know someone who can help you” I tell him and I look around. “Do you have a phone I could use?” I ask him. He pulls his cellphone out of his pocket and hands it to me. I take it and dial a number and hold it up to my ear. I wait for someone to pick up. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four. It rings a final time before someone picks up. “Who is this?” I hear on the other side. “It’s Bloodlust. I need some help. Head to military base delta. Coordinates: 11 15 22 63.” The person on the other side of the line stays silent for a couple minutes. “I thought that place was destroyed…” I sigh “It was.” And hang up and give the phone back to Blade. He puts it in his pocket and looks at me. “Who was that?” I put on my green canvas hoodie and look at him. “Backup” I tell him and grab my old Model .459 Pistol from my nightstand drawer and strap it to my thigh. I walk past him into the hallway and start walking outside. He’s close behind me, an AR-15 strapped to his back. I look back at it. “AR-15. Just like your father.” I tell him and open the door outside and see a fighter jet hovering over the base. I wave at the jet and it lands at a landing pad. The back door opens and he walks out. Tan and white fur, green eyes, a black and red leather jacket with black jeans, and a small glow around him. Kylo “Shredder” Washington. My older brother. I walk up to him and we stare at each other for a few moments. “Kylo” “Bloodlust” After we say each other’s names, we both hug each other as tight as possible. I don’t want to let go. We haven’t seen each other in years. The last time we saw each other was when he was told to go to the S.S.A Syergo Space Frigate for 10 years. I haven’t had any contact with him ever since. He’s not allowed to have outside contact unless he gets promoted to a higher rank. Which he has. He slowly pushes me away and looks me dead in the eye. “How’s the USMC been little brother?” He asks me “Coulda been better” I say sarcastically. He rolls his eyes and punches my metal arm and then quickly grabs his hand in pain. He looks at my arm. “Have you been working out Blood?” I laugh and pull up my sleeve, revealing my metal arm. He looks at it and then at me, wondering what happened to my arm. “What happened to your arm?” I roll down my sleeve and when I’m about to speak Blade comes up behind me. “He got it shot off by a hostile Russian with a .338 Lapua heavy sniper rifle, hollow point rounds.” Kylo looks at me in shock. His eyes wide. I’ve seen this look before. I saw it when I told him I was enlisting in the USMC. It’s his ‘What were you doing?’ look. I sigh and take off my hoodie and put it on a table, resting my hands on it, I brush the hair out of my face, looking forward. “I was trying to save my squadron. We were going through the desert of Iraq, me in the front, Vat in the back, everyone else in the middle. Allan got shot in the arm, we all got down.” I wipe a couple tears from my eyes. “Vat was trying her best to patch him up. When I stood up to take out any of the hostiles that had opened fire at us it happened. The bullet hit my arm and suddenly it was gone. I fell to the ground, my arm next to me. JD and Kate picked me up and everyone ran as fast as they were able to checkpoint Alpha. Nikolai was there. He ran over and brought me to the infirmary. A grenade went off and suddenly he was gone. I searched and searched for him, that’s when he got ‘Killed’. I got a bullet to the head, lost my arm,” I turn around and hold my arms out, trying not to cry. “And now I’m here. Suffering from PTSD, a robotic arm, and I lost my entire squadron, and Nikolai. Turns out he was a Russian Spy.” I’m forced to lean against the table, my heart beating fast, Kylo walks over and places his hand on my shoulder. I look up at him, (He’s like 2 feet taller than me. Seriously! I’m 6 feet tall and feel short!) “I’m sorry all of that happened to you little bro. You don’t deserve to go through stuff like that. Is Geo ok?” He asks me. I nod and then something hits me like a bullet. Droxy. She’s still here. I grab Blade and pull him over to me. “Where is Droxy?” He looks really confused, like I’m talking in gibberish or something. “An orange and red dragon. Where is she?” He rips his arm from my grasp. “She’s in containment. She’s a danger to the base.” I give him a look that makes him regret what he said. I walk up to him and grab him by his uniform collar and pull him in close, my spade on my chest glowing black, I lean in as close as possible, my cybernetic arm ripping his uniform. “Where.Is.She.” He tries to escape but I turn around and pin him to the table, my wings out now, I know he’s afraid of heights, he always has been. I look him dead in the eyes, he can tell I’m irritated. “U-Underground. Lab 7B. C-Clearance code is 720381.” I let go of him and fold my wings, still looking him dead in the eye. “Where is this underground lab?” I ask him. He gets up and brushes himself off, he sighs as he sees his ripped uniform. “I’ll show you where it is” He starts walking towards what looks like the barracks, I look at Kylo and nod, he nods back and we both start following Blade. Kylo pats my back and I smile lightly, I’ve missed my older brother. I’ve missed his personality. He’s always been protective over me. If anyone were to hurt me, he’d hurt them way worse than they hurt me. When we were younger and lived with our parents, someone had broken into our home. I was the first one to wake up. I had walked downstairs and seen the burglar, he was trying to steal our family photos. I hid behind a wall and when I peeked out, he was staring right at me. Those bright red eyes, his green trench coat, the white fur, I didn’t know who it was but I feel like I’ve seen him before. I was frozen in fear and I couldn’t move. I heard footsteps come from upstairs and Kylo came running down the stairs, once he saw the burglar trying to keep me in place so he could hurt me, Kylo ran at him and tackled him out the window, we lived on a hill so they fell about 20 feet. I ran to the window and looked out of it to see Kylo and the intruder lying on the ground. I ran out the door and down the stairs to where Kylo was, I was scared out of my wits. I didn’t see him moving. I had ran up to him and saw cuts and bruises from the fall. I screamed for our parents and they came running downstairs to see what had happened. My mom nearly burst into tears when she saw Kylo laying on the ground. My dad pulled out his phone and called 911, I was hugging my older brother, crying into his chest, I was afraid that he wasn’t alive, until I felt his arm wrap around me and his chest start raising and lowering with his breathe. I looked up at him as tears streamed down my face. “I’m…Fine baby bro…Are you…Are you ok..?” He asks me. I nod and hug him tighter, my face buried in his chest as I hold him close to me. The ambulance can be heard in the distance. I don’t want to let him go. I want to go with him to the hospital. I want to make sure he’s ok. That he gets out ok. That whatever goes on the in hospital goes ok. “I want to go with you.” Kylo looks at our parents and nods, they nod back. “You…You can come with B…” He smiles as the paramedics come rushing over. They both lift him up and put him on a stretcher and bring him to the ambulance. I follow them and they let me get in the back of the ambulance with my brother. I sit on a bench next to his stretcher, holding his hand with both of mine, still concerned for his safety. I feel the ambulance buck as the driver starts it up. Kylo winces in pain as it bucks, I hold his hand tighter, trying my best to calm him. Keep in mind I’m only 6 when all of this is happening. I’m scared out of my mind. I just want him to be safe. He protected me. He saved my life. If he hadn’t of came down when he did, I would be the one in the stretcher. Kylo looks over at me, this is the calmest I’ve ever seen him. We lock our eyes and stare at each other for what seems like hours. Neither of us have ever been in the hospital. So we don’t know what to expect. I can tell he’s scared. But he’s trying to pull off that tough guy look. Like he knows what’s coming but he isn’t scared. He’s doing this for me. He doesn’t want me to worry. I smile and pet his head, he slowly reaches up and holds my hand, and right then and there, I knew what to do. I owed Kylo my life. We’re brothers. And we would never let someone hurt either of us. We had developed a bond that could not be broken. A bond that kept us together. All of a sudden I feel something hit my back and I’m brought back to reality. It was Kylo. We were at the lab. I wasn’t even paying attention to where we were. I rub my eyes to try to get used to the dim light of the underground. Blade puts in the code and the door slides open and the sight is horrifying. Droxy is passed out on a surgery table with tons of wires attached to her. Tons of weird substances that I’ve never seen before are being pumped into her blood. I run over to her and stand at her side. I’m worried as to what happened that made her this way. There isn’t anything that could do this to her. She’s too strong. I look around and don’t see any scientists. I go to pull one of the wires from Droxy’s body when I feel something cold against the back of my head. A gun barrel. A pistol. I slowly turn around to see a scientist with a white lab coat on, a .1911 put against my head. I look back and see Blade and Kylo both have M16s pushed against their backs. And then I realize something. These guys aren’t American. I look at the scientist behind me and when I go to speak he hits me with the handle of the pistol and knocks me out.

       Part 2

The Syergo

               When I wake up I’m in a cell. I look to my right and see Kylo in a separate cell, Blade to my left in another cell. I stand up and look around. We’re in a bulletproof glass cell. Reyzar had issued them to be made when we took POWs. I walk to Kylo’s side and knock on the wall. He’s out cold. I look over at Blade and he’s awake. He’s trying to find a way out. He looks up and sees a vent in the ceiling. He looks over at me and nods. I shake my head. Signifying that it’s too dangerous. He sighs and sits on the bench provided for us. I sit down on mine and cover my face with my hands. How could this happen? I thought this base was secure. How did Russians get in? I thought there were soldiers guarding the front gate. I don’t know what to do. We’re trapped. The only way out is if we were to be let out. But that isn’t happening anytime soon. I look over at Blade and we lock our eyes. We both don’t know what to do. Suddenly I hear something muffled come from Blade’s room and the door opens. A scientist walks in and Blade stands up. The scientist grabs him and Blade tries to get free. He’s squirming and trying his best to escape. Suddenly the fur on the end of his tail becomes as sharp as a sword and he swings it at the scientist and decapitates him. So that’s why his name is Blade. Another scientist comes up behind me and grabs me by my arms. I try to struggle to get free but I’m unable to. Blade runs out of his room and out the door of the cell block. I rip my metal arm free and punch the scientist right in the snout. He goes down and I run out of my cell to Kylo’s, I punch the keypad and the door opens, I run over to Kylo to try to wake him up. He’s not moving. He’s breathing but barely. The atmosphere. It’s too much for him. He’s used to being in space. I pick him up and grab a pistol from a counter and check the clip, fully loaded. I walk out of the cell block just as Blade comes running back with an M16. “I cleared the area ahead. Let’s go.” I nod and Blade gets under Kylo’s other arm and we begin carrying him out of the underground compound. I’m aiming my pistol ahead of us, making sure that there isn’t anybody ahead. Blade is doing the same. We finally make it out of the compound and we slowly make our way to the ship, stopping occasionally to hide from hostiles. I hold Kylo’s hand to the hand scanner in the back of the ship once we get there and the ship opens. We quickly go inside and rest Kylo on a bench in the back. I look at Blade and pat his arm. “I’m going back for Droxy.” I tell him and grab an M16 off the wall “I want to come with you” he says. I shake my head and point to Kylo. “You’re gonna have to stay here with him. It’s too dangerous. If anything seems out of place with him give him a dose of A-250.” He nods and sits next to Kylo. I run out of the ship and grab a knife from a table. I run back inside and see what I think is a hostile. I slowly run up to him, not making any noise and I grab him by his shoulder and spin him around, but when I go to stab him I see it’s a friendly. He puts his arms up until he realizes who I am and speaks in a hushed tone “Bloodlust?” I nod and give him my knife. “Can you be quiet?” He takes the knife and puts it in his knife holster. “Yes sir.” I wave my hand forward and we start walking forward towards where Droxy is being kept. We finally make it to where she is and I punch in the access code and the door slides open. A few scientists see the door open and aim their guns at the door, me and the soldier I encountered are on either side of the door, making sure they can’t see us. After a few moments I jump out and quickly kill the scientists with an M16 I picked up on the way, snapping between targets in rapid succession. After using about half the clip, we walk in and I run over to Droxy, who is still laying on the table with all of the wires and tubes still attached to her. I detach them and pick Droxy up. I give the soldier I encountered the M16 and tell him to clear the way ahead. He nods and does so. I slowly walk behind him, Droxy laid across my shoulders. Once we get out we’re forced to run to the ship. The Russians see us immediately and start firing at us. I take a bullet to my robotic arm and I yelp in pain but I keep running, Droxy still in my arms. I take another bullet to my wing, and another to my shoulder, but I keep running. I have to make sure Droxy and Kylo are safe. They can’t die. Not while I’m still alive. I make it to the ship and take one final bullet to my thigh and fall over, dropping Droxy onto the floor. Blade pulls a lever and the back of the ship closes. I’m on the floor, blood seeping out of my wing, leg, and shoulder. My arm isn’t functional and I’m forced to lay on the floor as I bleed out. My vision is hazy and I can’t move. I look up and Droxy is slowly waking up. Blade runs over to me and picks me up, resting me on the bench next to Kylo. Blade grabs a syringe with A-250 and injects it into Kylo. He immediately wakes up and sees my condition. “Bloodlust?!” He gets up and kneels down in front of me. I start to slowly pass out and he shakes me to keep me awake. “Stay with me baby bro. Stay with me dammit!! I can’t lose you the same way we lost Mom and Dad!!!” I try my best to stay awake. He can tell I’m losing blood fast and quickly gets up and runs to the cockpit of the ship. It slowly takes off and Droxy runs to the cockpit and tells something to Kylo. He nods and he starts flying to where the house is. Blade and the soldier are sitting next to me, Blade is working on my arm and the soldier is patching up my wounds with a med-kit he found. After about a half an hour we reach the house and the back hatch opens and Gummy and Berry run in. The hatch closes and Kylo takes off again. This time I know where were headed. The S.S.A Syergo. The frigate that Kylo has been on for the past 10 years. I pass out from the sudden change in speed. Surprisingly there is no nightmare. Just me sitting in darkness. I look around, confused as hell. I sit in this darkness for what seems like days, weeks, months, years. And then I finally wake up just in time to see the giant frigate. The S.S.A Syergo. It’s huge. With 46 hangers, 23 docking stations, 2,780 plasma turrets, and 20 engines in the back, each one the size of an NFL football stadium. Kylo docks at one of the hangers and a plasma barrier forms at the entrance, trapping the air inside. An airlock. I slowly look at Droxy, who is sitting across from me. She looks back at me and nods. She knows where we are. As Kylo lands the back hatch opens and he gets up and walks to me. He slowly picks me up and starts walking out of the ship into the hanger bay. Everyone else follows. Kylo tells everyone else to go to the mess hall and that we’ll meet them there. Berry walks up to me and kisses me before walking with everyone else. Someone walks up to all of them and looks at Kylo. “I’ve already told them the rules Donny.” The fur named Donny nods and starts leading them to the mess hall. Kylo brings me to the infirmary where a red and white wolf is standing at one of the lockers that has some medical supplies in it. Kylo calls his name but I’m unable to make it out. My ears are starting to become non-functional. The wolf walks up to me and brings me to one of the beds and lays me down. He grabs some sort of canister and attaches it to an injection gun and aims it right at my arm, he pulls the trigger and shoots some kind of soothing medicine into my arm. I immediately start feeling better. My wounds start healing 5x faster, my body feeling warm and my wings immediately becoming functional as well as my ears. I slowly look up at the wolf that injected the medicine into my arm. He sets the injection gun on the table next to the bed and checks my temperature. “Vital signs normal, temperature normal, breathing and heart rate stable, he’s healthy again” Kylo smiles and pets my head. “Thank you Fenri” The wolf nods and goes back to what he was doing beforehand. I look up at Kylo and hold up my hand to him, he grabs it and I hold him tight, I don’t want to let go. I can see that he’s missed me. I can see it in his eyes. He’s been gone for 10 years. If I lose him, I’ll be the only one left in my family. I start to tear up and Kylo hugs me. I wrap my wings around him and hold him close. “Brothers stick together” I tell him as we hold each other in the other’s arms. He smiles and looks up at me. “I’ll never leave you little bro. I promise.” I smile as well as Fenri taps on Kylo’s shoulder. He looks back at him “What is it Fenri?” He looks at his clipboard and looks back at Kylo “He’s good to go. You should bring him to the room that you ‘reserved’ for him. The one in sector 2.” Kylo nods and gets up and I swing my legs over the side and get up, amazed by how fast my wounds healed up. Kylo walks to the doorway and I follow him. “I’ll show you to your room.” I nod and fold my wings, not realizing that they were still open. I look behind me to see if I knocked over any expensive equipment. Thank god I didn’t. I wouldn’t want to get on Fenri’s bad side right after he healed me. Don’t think it’d be a good thing to have the medic mad at you while on a spaceship. Kylo nudges me and we start walking. The Syergo is huge. It spans more than 20 football fields. Took 43 years to finish, 22 years to come up with the plans so it could survive in space and survive teleportation between galaxies. It’s a magnificent spaceship. It would take a lot of power to bring this ship down. And if something were to happen, it has tons of different safety precautions. If there’s a major hull breach, the sector it’s in becomes an airlock. Trapping all the air in that sector. I learned all of this by looking at all of the plans of the Syergo that Kylo kept in his room back on earth. The ship really fascinated me and I wanted to learn more about it. So I studied it until Kylo was told to leave. We finally reach my room and Kylo punches a code into a keypad and the door slides open. I walk inside and see that it looks exactly like my room back in our parent’s home. Down to every inch. How did he remember what it looked like? I look at him in amazement. “How…?” Is the only word that I can get out of my mouth. Kylo smiles and pulls out a picture and hands it to me. It’s a picture of me and Kylo standing in my old room. It was right before he left. Our arms are over each other’s shoulders. I’m holding up my fingers like a finger gun and Kylo is smiling with one thumbs up. He’s dressed in his white and red Syergo uniform and I’m dressed in a football T-Shirt that says ‘Duluth East Greyhounds’ on it. I’m only 13 in the picture, Kylo is 18. He barely looks any different. He’s still got the same look in his eyes, the same happy, smiling face. I grab a staple gun and stable it to a corkboard that he hung up in my room. I look at Kylo and smile brightly. He’s leaning against the door with his arms crossed, smiling. “Come on” He stands straight “You should probably meet the captain of this ship.” I nod and walk to him and once I’m out of the room he punches the code back into the keypad. “Code is 639052. Talk to Don if you want it changed.” I nod and punch in the code and the door opens. I punch it in again and the door closes. Seems simple enough. I go to look at Kylo but he’s already half way down the hallway. I have to jog to keep up with him. I finally catch up to him and walk beside him. He looks at me and smiles. I smile back as we walk to the bridge, where the captain is. I look forward the rest of the way, walking past a few crew members that give me weird looks. They obviously know that I don’t belong here. I close my eyes and take a deep breathe, trying to calm myself down. I open my eyes again and we’re at the bridge. Kylo punches in another code and the door slides open just like mine. Inside there’s a leopard woman with a uniform on like Kylo’s. She’s looking at a bunch of screens that have a lot of stuff on them that I don’t understand. Kylo walks up behind her and taps her shoulder. “Katy? I believe you wanted to meet my little brother Bloodlust?” She turns around and smiles at me. She has long blonde hair that’s put into a pony tail, she has blue eyes and surprisingly white teeth. She walks over to me and shakes my hand. “Hello Bloodlust. I’m Katy. Captain of this ship. How are you feeling?” She asks me as I pull my hand back after shaking her hand. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” She nods and looks at Kylo. “I already showed him to his room ma’am.” She acknowledges what he said and starts writing something down on a piece of paper and hands it to Kylo. He reads it and looks at Katy, a look on his face that sends chills down my back. Somethings wrong. “I thought we had a truce with them!” She shakes her head and lowers it, frowning. “They broke the truce after killing the prime minister of the planet Zava. We’re at war again. We have to expect the worse. Prepare the weapons systems for battle. Execute order 97. I’m gonna announce it to everyone. You and Bloodlust make sure that the crew is safe. Get Don, Fenri, Ethan, Jared, and everyone else to safety. And don’t forget about my sister.” Kylo nods and walks out of the room. I walk out with him and the door closes behind us. Kylo is already walking down the hallway once I’m out of the bridge. I run up to him and look at him. “Kylo? What does she mean by ‘Execute Order 9-’” I get interrupted when he looks at me and closes my snout with his paw. “Get everyone to safety. I’ll get the crew ready to defend the ship. Be prepared to do anything that you hear over the speakers at a moment’s notice. Got it?” I nod and he lets go of my snout. He points down one hall and tells me to go that way. I do and once I’m halfway down the hallway we hear a muffled explosion come from somewhere in the ship. It shakes the entire thing and I have to grab onto the wall to keep myself stable. I look back at Kylo and he’s already gone. I stand back up and run down the hallway to my friends. I have to get to them as fast as possible. As I’m running down the hallway I hear crew members getting ready, shouting at each other to hurry up. They all watch me run past. I grab a pistol from a rack on the wall as I run. I’m running as fast as I can. Shoving through soldiers as another explosion rocks the ship. I finally reach the mess hall where all of my friends are. Droxy is holding onto the wall, Blade is holding onto a pipe hanging from the ceiling, Gummy and Berry are holding onto a table to steady themselves, the soldier that came with us next to them. “Follow me! NOW!” I yell at them and they stand up and follow me. I run down the hallway and they follow. I memorized the layout of the ship from the plans I studied. As I’m running Gummy catches up to me. “What’s happening?!” She yells over the sound of screaming crew members. “We’re under attack!” I yell to her. She stares at me as we run. I finally get to a certain room and press a button, the door slides open and everyone runs inside. I stay outside and look down the hallway. Gummy runs over to me and tries to pull me inside. I pull my arm free and push her in. “I’m going to find Kylo” She shakes her head “It’s too dangerous. We don’t know what or who is attacking us. Kylo can handle himself!” I shake my head and push her into the room and close the door. I run down the hallway, trying to find Kylo. Another explosion rocks the ship and I wonder if the weapons systems are even online. I turn down a hallway and see him. It’s Kylo, he’s in Close Quarters Combat with a hostile. I run at him and push him off of Kylo and knock him out by smashing his head against the wall. I look at Kylo and give him a pistol I picked up off the ground. He nods to me and we both run down the hallway towards the hangers. Suddenly an explosion knocks us to the side and I immediately grab onto a part of the wall and Kylo does the same. The wall that exploded isn’t there anymore. And we’re losing air fast. Kylo smashes a glass compartment and pulls out two air masks. He gives me one and I put it on. He puts on the other one and I immediately start breathing again. Kylo does the same. We use the wall to move towards the hanger. That’s where they got in. The hostiles got in through the hanger. We finally get there and when the door opens we get sucked into what used to be the hanger and into space. I start freaking out and try to move back towards the Syergo. But it’s impossible. I look at Kylo and he’s freaking out just as much as I am. I scream his name but he can’t hear me. But I don’t care. I can’t lose him. Not this way. I scream again at the top of my lungs and he looks at me and for a split second our eyes meet, and then it happens. He was there one second and gone the next. All I saw was red and a blur of black. I scream out his name but nothing comes out. A ship comes up behind me and someone grabs me and pulls me inside and closes the airlock. I shove off the person that grabbed me and run to the door of the airlock and look out the window just in time to see Kylo’s necklace float past the window. I quickly open the airlock and grab the necklace and quickly close it again. I stand in the airlock, holding the necklace in my hands. I turn it over and see the letters K and B on the back in a pair of wings. Kylo and Bloodlust. Brothers forever. I pull mine out of my shirt and hold it next to his. Mine has our names inside of a heart. I feel the tears come. They come quickly and I close my fist around the necklace. I start to cry and I yell as loud as I can before punching the wall of the airlock multiple times until my knuckles start bleeding. I eventually fall down to my knees, my hand resting against the wall as I cry uncontrollably. I can’t believe he’s gone. He can’t be gone. He can’t. I can’t do anything else but cry. And then I see the flashbacks of what happened and I want them to go away. They come in flashes. Me and him getting sucked into the hanger, him getting hit by the ship, the necklace floating past the window of the airlock. I lean back and yell again. I yell until I pass out. When I wake up I’m in a bed by myself. I look around. I’m back on the Syergo. I’m in my room. I get up and walk to the corkboard that has the picture of me and Kylo on it. I take it off the board and stare at it. His necklace is resting on the desk next to my bed. I pick it up and put it on, I grab a uniform and put it on and look in the mirror and see Kylo. I look taller, better built, I pull the necklaces out from under the uniform and stare at myself in the mirror. I’ve changed so much. I’m becoming my brother. I always thought I looked like him. I look at the picture of me and him and put it in my pocket. I breathe in heavily and walk to the door of my room and punch in the code. The door opens and I walk out. Crew members are working on the hull as I pass by. I don’t listen to anybody when they talk to me. I ignore everybody. I don’t care who it is. I get to the bridge and punch in the code and the door opens. I walk in and right up to Katy. I grab her shoulder and turn her around. She looks mad at first but then realizes who it is. “Bloodlust….I’m….I’m sorry about Kylo…” I shake my head and push her against the wall of the bridge by her neck with my elbow. The ace on my chest can be seen glowing dark black through my uniform. I’m staring deep into the captain’s eyes as I choke her with my elbow. “You ordered Kylo’s death. I know you did. Order 97 orders all important crew members to clear out all of the most dangerous areas of the ship. You told Kylo to go to Hanger Bay 19. You knew what happened in that hanger. YOU SENT HIM TO HIS DEATH!!!” I yell as I throw her across the room with my robotic arm. She hits a screen and it shatters. She gets up and holds up her hands, trying to keep me at bay. “B-Bloodlust, please. I didn’t know. I’m truly sorry for what happened to your brother. I really am!” She pleads to me as I walk towards her, my body is hotter than it was on earth and I pick Katy up by her neck. She squirms as I choke her with my robotic arm. I stare at her and then throw her at the wall before walking towards her again. “I will never forgive you for what you did to my brother.” I push her against the wall and pin her against it by pulling her knife from its holster and stabbing it through her uniform into the wall. She looks up at me, frightened by my strength. “I’m leaving the ship with my friends. If you try to follow us, I won’t hesitate to kill you.” I tell her as I get up and walk out of the bridge. I walk to where my friends are and gather them up. We all meet in Hanger Bay 16, where Kylo’s ship is. I walk inside his ship and start it up. Everybody walks inside and sits down in the back. As I’m starting up the ship Gummy walks over to me and places her hand on my shoulder. “Bloodlust…” I don’t pay attention to her and fly the ship out of the hanger and flip a couple switches, a portal opens and I fly the ship through. On the other side we’re back at the house. I land the ship and the portal closes. I shut down the ship and open the back. Everybody gets out and I walk to the house. I open the front door and go right for my room. I slam my door behind me and lock myself in my room for the rest of the day. Secluded from everyone else. I don’t want to talk to them. Losing him was too much. I haven’t seen him for 10 years and I finally see him again and he gets hit by a ship. I lay down on my bed and slowly fall asleep.

 Chapter 3

“Home”

           So, now you know what happened to my brother. He’s dead. All because of Katy. She ordered his death. She knew what happened in that hanger. It’s all her fault. I will never forgive her. Ever. The rest of the crew on the S.S.A Syergo is ok. They didn’t have anything to do with it. And besides, one of them saved my life. So I guess I owe him. Anyway, I guess you want to know what happened after the incident. Here you go. Have fun.

             I was laying in my bed without my blanket on, still in the uniform. I haven’t left my room ever since we got home from the Syergo. Kylo’s necklace is still around my neck as well as my own. I hear a knock at the door and sit up, looking at the door. “Go away” The voice on the other side of the door I don’t recognize, it’s strong, obviously belongs to a male, and sounds nothing like someone I’ve heard talk before. “Open the door. Now. Or I’m coming in myself.” I stand up, confused as all hell. I walk to the door and listen, my head close to the door but not touching it. Suddenly the door swings open and hits me in the muzzle. I fall over, gripping my muzzle as my nose starts to the bleed. I’m stuck on the ground, unable to move because of the pain in my muzzle. I try to get up but a white wolf with a green trench-coat and green flat cap comes strolling through my busted door. He has red eyes and bright white fur. He has a long fluffy tail, a black nose, and he’s tall. I look at him in complete confusion. He kneels down next to me and stares into my eyes, and then I know who it is. It’s the guy from my childhood. It’s Gummy’s father. Hans. I back up to my bed and lean against it, still holding my muzzle. Hans watches me as I do so. Gummy comes running in and grabs Hans by the back of his trench coat and pulls him back. “Get away from him dad!!” Hans growls and throws Gummy off of him and walks back over to me, kneeling down in front of me. I try to move back as far as possible. His eyes, his red eyes, they froze me in place again. Just like my childhood. I’m still gripping my muzzle. Suddenly Gummy came up behind Hans and rips him away from me and throws him outside the room, quickly slams the door, and pushes my dresser in front of the door. She is obviously frustrated.  “GOD I HATE HIM!!!” I’m still unable to take my hands off my muzzle. I look at it and see that it’s bent to the side a bit, I take my hands off my muzzle for a second and suddenly wince in pain as my muzzle shifts to the left, I close my eyes tightly and quickly grab my muzzle. Broken. Great. Gummy walks over to me and kneels down in front of me and rests her hand on my muzzle. “Oh great. He broke your muzzle. I’m gonna make him pay for that. Here, rest both hands on the break.” She gently lifts my hands and puts them on the break, where the bones are separated and I feel a warm sensation as my hands begin to warm up. My muzzle slowly shifts to the right and I feel no pain as it does. I look at it in shock as it happens. Once it feels better I take my hands off my muzzle and look at Gummy. She smiles and pets my head. “Better?” I nod and look at my hands, wondering how the hell I did that. “How the…?” Gummy stands up and holds out her hand. I take it and she helps me up. I’m still looking at my hands. “Fire elementals can heal wounds with the power of heat. You warming up your paws sped up the healing process. Unfortunately it doesn’t work for lost limbs such as your arm.” She says as she gestures to my robotic arm. I flex it a few times and sigh. I miss having a real arm. It was my right arm to. My more dominant hand. (Don’t you go making yiff jokes now god dammit!) Gummy snaps her fingers and I look at her. “You good?” I nod and she nods as well. She moves the dresser out of the way of the door and walks out. I breathe in and breathe out heavily and walk out with her, closing the door behind me. In the living room I see Droxy, Berry, and a light grey wolf that I’ve never seen before. He’s wearing a white shirt and jeans. He has yellow eyes and is well built. Definitely stronger than me. I walk to the living room and come up behind Berry and hug her. She smiles and leans back against me. Droxy looks at both of us and smiles. I smile back at her and sit on the couch next to Berry. She gets up and sits in my lap as I wrap my arms around her. “You ok sweetie?” She asks me. I kiss her and nod. “I’m ok honey. Don’t worry.” She nods and rests her head on my chest. The big grey wolf looks at me and then at Gummy, he speaks in a calming voice that I want to hear talk every single day. “Who’s this guy?” Gummy scoffs and rolls her eyes. “That’s Bloodlust you dummy.” The wolf shrugs and takes a drink of Coke. I look over at him and look him over. All of his fur is grey. Not a single touch of color except for his eyes. Only when he stands up do I finally find out his name. On the back of his shirt it says ‘Eko’ in big bold red letters. “Eco?” He looks at me and shakes his head. “Nope. Echo. That’s how you pronounce it.” I try to remember how to pronounce it and look at him. “You’re names Eko?” He nods and grabs another coke from the fridge before sitting back down on the couch. I look at Berry and kiss her softly. She smiles and hugs me tighter. Gummy sits down on a chair across from the couch and turns on the TV. It’s huge. It’s one of those fancy curved TV’s that are like $1,500. It’s probably about 80 inches wide. She puts on a movie and we all watch it. About halfway through the movie I feel like someone is watching me. I turn around and see Hans is staring at me. I glare at him and he walks into his room and locks the door. I look back at the movie and kiss Berry on her forehead. “I’ve missed you baby.” She looks up at me and kisses me. “I’ve missed you to baby.” I smile and hold her closer. She lets out a happy sigh and rests her head on my shoulder as we watch the movie. The movie finally ends at around 7:00 PM. Holy crap that was long. Gummy looks at us and sighs. I look over at Eko and he’s fast asleep with a can of Coke in his hand and some drool leaking out of his mouth. I snicker and so does everyone else. Eko wakes up and looks at us as we snicker. “What? What is it?” He wipes the drool from his chin, his face is priceless. We all start to laugh as Eko goes to set the coke on the table. But when he goes to take his hand away, the can doesn’t leave his hand. “What the-?” He shakes his hand quickly, causing Coke to fly into his face. “Oh god-!” We all laugh as I look at Gummy and Droxy “Alright. Who did it?” Gummy raises her hand as she laughs. “All it takes is water to get rid of Eko.” Eko gets up and walks to the kitchen and rinses off his hand as the coke can falls into the sink. He looks at us and sighs. “You guys are dicks.” I finally calm down and wipe some tears from my face. “I think you’ll want to go take a shower bud.” He sighs and walks to the bathroom to take a shower. I can tell that everyone was trying not to laugh because once he entered the bathroom everyone busted out laughing. We all sounded like a pack of hyenas. Droxy falls off her chair and we all laugh even harder. I’ve never laughed this hard since a poker game between me and my squad members. JD won but when he went to go grab the cash the wind ended up blowing it right into Reyzar’s office. Straight out our window and into his. The funniest part was when Rey’s head popped into view in his window. He held up the money and pointed to JD. JD nodded and walked to our window and leaned out. Rey leaned out as well and gave the money to JD. He sighed and sat down again, holding the money in his hand. We were all laughing like crazy. He was so embarrassed he ended up going to bed way earlier than everyone else. I laugh the memory away and look down at Berry. She’s still laughing as well as everyone else. I look over at Gummy and ask “What was that substance that you used to make the can stick to his hand?” Gummy has to take a few deep breathes so she doesn’t pass out. “I used some special glue that Droxy found in her room.” Droxy nods and finally calms down as well. “I have no idea what it’s called.” Droxy says with a giggle. Suddenly someone walks into the living room that I don’t recognize at first. It’s the soldier that I had encountered at the base. He had black and purple fur, a really long purple and black pointed tail, long pointed ears, a green eye and purple eye, and purple lightning designs all over his body. He’s a Ranvulpp. A species that went extinct a long time ago. There’s only three Randvii that are still alive. Ash, Radyance, and Phantom. The one standing right in front of me. I move Berry onto the couch and stand up and face Phantom. He looks at me and smiles slightly. “Thank you for not stabbing me back at the base B” I nod and hug him tightly. “Anything for an old friend Phantom” I pull back and rest my hands on his shoulders, he smiles and looks at Berry, a bit confused. I move his gaze to me, a bit annoyed “Girlfriend. Back off dude.” He nods and looks back at me. I can tell that something is wrong. I rest my hand on his back and bring him into the back room. “Everything ok man? If anything is wrong you can tell me.” He sighs and looks down, something is in his hands. I rest my hands on his, looking at him, concerned for what happened. “Phantom what’s wrong?” He looks over at me, straight into my eyes. “Tell me exactly what happened to Kylo. I want to know exactly what happened to my best friend.” That hit me hard. My heart just sank. I get choked up and can barely speak. He grabs my arms and tries to keep me upright. “Tell me what happened to Kylo, Bloodlust. I want to know. Now. TELL ME!!” He pushes me against the wall and yelling at me “TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR BROTHER WASHINGTON!!!” I yell and grab my pistol from my boot and shoot him and he disappears. “You’re…Not…REAL!!!” I yell at the top of my lungs and keep firing at where Phantom was until I empty the clip and throw the pistol across the room. Gummy comes running in with her pistol out and looks at me, confused. “What happened Blood?” I’m lying on the ground, trying not to cry. She walks over to me and sets her pistol on the floor next to me, resting her hand on my shoulder. “Bloodlust? What’s wrong?” I look up her and suddenly hug her tightly, crying hard, my head resting on her shoulder. She’s taken off guard at first but hugs me back, resting her hand on my back as she holds me close. “Shhh. Shhh. It’s ok Blood. Just tell me happened.” I look at her and wipe some of the tears from my face. “I…I… I don’t know what happened…” I get up and wipe all the tears from my face. “Let’s just say that I got a visit from an old friend.” I grab my pistol from the other side of the room, load it, put the safety on, and put it back in my boot and leave the room and walk to my room and close the door. Berry is sitting on my bed, holding the picture of me and Kylo. I walk over to her and sit on the bed next to her and wrap my arms around her. She rests against me, holding the picture in front of me. “What was your brother like babe?” I sigh and pet her arm, my ears go down and I breathe out heavily. “Well, he was very protective over me. One time when we were kids, I had fallen down the stairs and broke my collarbone. He was the first one to find me. I was laying on the stairs and my collarbone had shifted from my neck to my chest and snapped in half. That’s what happens when your parents don’t carpet the stairs. He had dialed 911 and kept me from crying until the ambulance arrived. The pain that was going through my body before he arrived was almost unbearable. But Kylo had soothed the pain. If he hadn’t been there, I would have been on the floor for hours until our parents came home. He was the best brother ever. If anything happened to me, he would try his best to make everything better. If anyone hurt me, he would hunt them down and do exactly what they did to me. He thought it was fair and so did I. We… We were brothers that couldn’t be separated.” I pull the necklace out from under my shirt and hold it. “‘Brothers stick together’. That was our motto. Our promise. I knew that if something were to happen to me, Kylo would keep living on in my memory. He wouldn’t end it. He would stay strong. He would make sure that whoever killed me would suffer way worse than I did.” I wipe away a few tears that formed on my face. Berry hugs me tightly and doesn’t let go. “I wish I had a brother like that…” I kiss her on the head and hold her close. “He would have loved to see you. He would protect both of us equally. If something were to happen to you, we would both go after whoever did something to you. If anything happens to you,” I take out my pistol and cock it “They’re gonna pay. I’ve already lost my brother. I am not going to lose you to. Or gummy, or Droxy, or anybody else close to me.” She sighs and takes my pistol out of my hand and sets it on my nightstand. “Blood, you need some rest. You’re too stressed. I know it’s hard losing Kylo but you can’t stay awake 24/7 praying that he comes back. Ok? You lost him 5 years ago. Let it go” I quickly stand up and get off my bed, staring at her. “What’d you just say?” She stands up and stares at me and says with confidence “You lost your brother 5 years ago Bloodlust Washington. Let.Him.Go.” I back up and get pushed against the wall by Berry. She’s staring deep into my eyes. I can tell that something is wrong. I try to push her away but she seems stronger than ever. “You’re girlfriend’s gone Washington. And you’re all alone. With me.” I try to push her away again but no dice. She’s pushing me against the wall so hard that I can feel my ribs on the verge of shattering. At this rate she’s gonna kill me. I yell and kick her right in the knee, she collapses and I quickly grab my pistol and aim at Berry, my arms shaking like crazy. “B-Berry. Wh-Wh-What the hell?!” She slowly walks over to me and puts the barrel of the pistol to her forehead. “You want to kill me, do it. You’d be killing your girlfriend to.” I let my guard down for a second and she quickly hits the gun away with such force that it breaks my cybernetics inside my arm and it sends an electrical shock through my entire body, causing me to collapse. I’m on the ground, all fours, puking up blood from my fried organs. I can barely breathe, the blood is causing me to choke and cough. I’m trying my best to stay alive as what used to be my girlfriend is standing over me. She grabs my robotic arm and starts to bend it back, breaking the cybernetics even more. I scream out as she puts her foot on my back and rips my cybernetic arm from my body and hits me in my other arm with it, breaking it. I scream out even louder and I start to hear footsteps in the hallway. It doesn’t sound like Gummy or Droxy, not even Hans. They sound loud and heavy, and coming quick. Berry must not hear it because she grabs hold of my other arm and holds it behind my back, her foot on my neck. She starts pulling and I scream even louder than last time. Someone comes bursting through the door and the force pushes Berry to the other side of the room, right into a wall. I’m stuck on the floor as I try to look at who at is that just saved my life. It’s a wolf with dark red fur and black eyes. The wolf runs over to Berry and pins her against the wall with such force it knocks her out. Then the wolf starts muttering a bunch of words that I don’t understand. They must be some native language that I never heard of. Suddenly Berry wakes up immediately and starts screaming at the top of her lungs. The wolf keeps muttering the words as he keeps her pinned against the wall. I’m staring at this what seems like a ritual and after about 30 seconds Berry is unconscious again, the yellow wolf suddenly starts changing back into a grey wolf. Only then do I know who it is. It’s Eko. He saved my life. I try to stand up but collapse again and cough up even more blood. Eko walks over to me and picks me up and sets me on my bed. He picks up my arm and holds it next to my severed shoulder. He closes his eyes and the cybernetics start to reattach to my body. I suddenly feel no more pain. Once he’s done with my arm he moves to my chest and stomach and his paws start to glow yellow. I feel a soothing sensation through my body as my organs start to heal. I gasp lightly and look up at Eko. “Eko?” he opens his eyes once he’s done and stares at me. “Sit up” I do as he says and hold out both of my arms. It’s almost like nothing happened. I stare at him in amazement as I flex my arms. They feel perfect. No bruises, no broken bones, they’re functioning normally. Eko just pats my shoulder and walks out with my unconscious girlfriend in his arms. I just sit in my bed, wondering what just happened. I lay down and cover myself with my blanket, and start to slowly fall asleep. I’m about to fall asleep when Eko walks back in and sits on the chair next to my bed. I sit up and stare at him. We watch each other for about a minute before one of us says something. “A thank you would be nice. I just saved you and your girlfriend.” I clear my throat and stare at him for a few seconds before saying thank you in a hoarse voice. He nods his head and leans back in the chair before leaning his head back. “You’re probably wondering what happened earlier” I nod and swing my legs over the side of the bed. He looks over at me and sits forward, his elbows on his knees. “I’m not an elemental like you, Gummy, or Droxy. I have one power. I’m a medic. When all my fur turns yellow, I have the ability to either heal, or destroy people. I also know how to expel demons from someone’s bodies. Kinda like what I did to your girlfriend.” I stare at him, not really able to believe him. “You can expel demons from someone’s body. What are you, god?” He laughs softly and shakes his head. “No I’m not. It’s an ancient language that dates about 1,000 years ago. I have no idea what it’s called but I learned the entire language a couple years ago. If you want I can teach it to you.” I shake my head and laugh a bit “I’m good with just English thank you.” He shrugs and stands up. “Alright. Suit yourself.” He says and walks to the door before turning around and looking at me, his hand on the door “Just be safe ok? I won’t always be able to save you from them Bloodlust. Whatever you do, don’t go on that mission tomorrow.” He says and leaves the room. I’m a bit confused but lay back down and slowly fall asleep.

 Chapter 4

“Demons”