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Argo, chapter 4

Interesting thing to note for when you have what most people consider familial obligations and appointments to meet at a specific time, more often than not, you have the responsibility of waking at a designated time of day. Usually at the ripe healthy time of say, oh I don’t know, 5:15 A.M.

With this set responsibility and a need to earn a living inorder to drive a consumer centric economy with which one needs to survive in it is best to get the recommended amount of sleep

So, between the multiple rounds of personal gaming tournaments, mountains of junk food and soda, and completely being unwilling to actually go to bed, I can proudly say none of us did that as about three hours after we had all decided to crowd into Skyes bed a loud beeping noise filled the room.

“Well shit” I happily state in an enthusiastic tone as my sleep deprived eyes look up at her ceiling.

“I’ll get it” said an even more sleepless voice to the left of my body, as Skye began to sit up and lean over a still unconscious Clair and I.

She promptly fell on top of us, her massive curly mess of blonde hair practically working as a second blanket that covered the three of us.

“Blondie” I questioned as her green eyes slowly began to close, “you gonna get that one or?”

“Five more minutes.”

And with those words Skye began to softly snore, her chest on top of mine, as she used my shoulder for a pillow.

Clair made sure to do her part by not waking up to the alarm clock and unconsciously wrapping her arms around me and Skye and pulling us into her naked body.

Yes, Clairabell sleeps naked and it’s perfectly okay that she does so.

With a slight shrug I was perfectly content with letting the alarm clock run its course as I fell back to sleep sandwiched between these too. But, naturally, I remembered that I had a prior engagement to visit some family members who don’t particularly like being stood up.

Shimmying myself upwards I managed to slither out from in between the girls and did my best to step over Clair as she and Skye cuddled under the blanket seemingly unaware that I had left the pile.

Tapping the alarm I went about and started my day.

First thing’s first I made my way to the restroom; stepping over the various soda cans, wrappers, and half finished snacks we had decorated Skyes floor with the night prior (ooh cheetoh, nom), I was determined to perform the most important act of the day which everyone must do regardless of their social political views on it. The brushing of teeth and a warm shower.

Not saying you’re wrong if you don’t do this daily, just saying you need a therapist and time in a mental institute.

Now, let me take this moment to inform you about Skyes bathroom. It is ridiculous, not only because no one needs a personal restroom in their bedroom, but also because of the fact that the place was almost as big as her actual room with a tub that could easily fit three people, yes we’ve tested it, but also a large closet which is now overflowing with various dresses and cute outfits all of which were hand made.

None of these details are important to the story, I feel you should know, they are just my personal thoughts which I felt like sharing.

Anywho, after a nice shower, and making my mouth not smell like ass with the tooth brush I left here, which everyone needs to use TWICE a day, I wrapped the one of Skyes soft pink towels around my hips and headed on over to her dresser.

Now, I think what you’re wondering right now is “Alex, why the hell are you going through your best friend's clothes?” And even if you weren’t I will tell you any ways.

Ever since I was a wee lad Skyes room has been basically my second room, hell I think I’ve slept in her bed more than my own over the years. This was all well and good when we were little and innocent and we could basically fit into each other's clothes, but when this thing called puberty attacked us that started to change.

I got taller, my arms and legs got longer, I started shooting lightning, I got a six pack, a strong jaw, started getting hit on by older women and men even though I was like 12. You know, normal stuff like that.

Skye, on the other hand, went in kind of the opposite direction with her growing less in height and more in boob, and hip. She also gets hit on by older women and men so at least we - have that experience in common.

In short, I had to start bringing over clothes whenever I stayed the night and sense I stay here a lot, a few of my outfits have more or less made their home in the dresser she keeps her TV and video games on. Granted, we do end up wearing eachothers clothes from time to time, but that’s besides the point.

Pushing our plates from last night to the side and setting the controllers we used back where they went I dropped my towel to the ground and started shifting through the drawer in the search for the allusive boxer shorts.

“Ooh” a tired voice called out, “that’s a nice sight to wake up to.”

I tilted my head in the direction of the bed to see Clair sitting up, her violet eyes still not fully open as she smiled at me.

“Good morning dear” I said, “sleep well, dreams of rainbows and kittens maybe?”

“More like blood, fire, death, all the fun stuff.”

“You and I have very different dreams. . . why am I only noticing that now?”

Clairabell giggled a little, then took a look around the bedroom with her expression changing to slight shock at what she saw.

“Wow, we really made a mess last night.”

“Yes well mortal kombat and super mario bros will do that.”

“Especially if someone spends the game trolling me and Skye!”

“What else was I supposed to do, not hit you with the turtle shell?”

With a sigh. Clair placed the tip of her thumb between her sharp canine teeth and bit down until I could see a bit of blood trickle out.

“Alright gals” she said, holding her hand out infront of her, “be dears and clean this mess up.”

The small amount of blood coming from her thumb quickly started to sizzle and bubbles soon began coming from it.

Every one of the bubbles quickly grew in size, changing color to a dark reddish brown before sprouting bat wings and ears. Each one had a cute cat-like face and little fangs poking out from their adorable smiling mouths.

Soon, Clair had at least ten little blood bats hovering around Skyes room, before they began picking up the mess we had made last night.

Also, I managed to find a pair of my boxers, so this was a huge win for everybody involved.

After stretching a little, Clair stood out of Skyes bed, making sure that the blanket stayed on our blond friend, before picking up her clothes from last night.

“Can’t sleep” I asked as I attempted to hunt down a pair of pants?

“Just thought I might as well wake up” she happily answered as she tossed her dirty laundry into Skyes clothing basket, “don’t want to make you feel lonely now do we?”

“Don’t worry, I know how to entertain myself whenever I’m naked and alone.”

“That’s what every girlfriend wants to hear.”

Just as I had, Clair went into the restroom to get ready for the day ahead.

She brushed her teeth, and I still can’t find a goddamn pair of pants.

“How long do you need to be on Olympus for?” I heard her call out as I slowly lost my mind from lack of lower body wear.

“Probably until ten or twelve hours. I might need to beg for forgiveness if the old man decides to snag a booty call and leaves me to deal with his wife.”

“Your dad’s gross.”

“I know that’s why I have two, but apparently neither of them can bless me with a pair of jeans.”

“Don’t you keep pants in that weird pocket thingy you have?”

“. . .”

Reaching my hand into the air I went ahead and opened the aforementioned pocket thingy, which was a small rip in space which works as a nice little storage space to keep stuff in. To most people it would look as though my hand disappeared into space, and they would be kind of right, one wrong move and my hand is gone. I can get it back, but it takes a while and requires more than two people.

Feeling my way past the treasure, bones, holy grails, and my new little worm buddy I found myself touching what felt like pants and pulled them out.

They were torn a little in the knees and a bit stained but worked for the day.

“Found my pants.”

“I am so proud of you.”

I chuckled a little and prepared to get these things on. But, before I could even slip a leg in, a still naked Clair had managed to get in front of me, wrapped her arms over my shoulder and leaned herself into a kiss.

Naturally, I did what every sane person would do when a naked woman throws herself at them. I grabbed her waist and pulled her close, our naked chest pressing against each other as she forced her tongue passed my lips and we went and explored each other's mouths.

The kiss lasted a good bit of time and I soon found myself pushing Clair against Skyes dresser, my hands sliding down her well toned body as she hooked her thumbs around the elastic band of the boxers I had put on just a moment ago and started pulling them off again.

Eventually we broke the kiss and Clair gave me a smug smile on top of her flushed face.

“Sure you have to go right now?”

With a slight smirk I lifted her onto the top of the dresser, her long legs instantly wrapping around my hips as I leaned in and whispered into her ear.

“I absolutely need to go right now.”

She gave me an annoyed groan before pushing me a little and angrily jumping off the dress as I pulled out a shirt from it.

“Oh come on” I said, laughing a little, “we can’t exactly hook up in Skyes room.”

“She’s sleeping.”

“Her parents are in the room across the hall.”

“I’ll be quiet.”

“I won’t. You know I’m a moaner.”

I wonder if Clairabell glaring angrily at me was a sign that I had annoyed her enough. Naw, I can be more annoying.

After slipping the pants on I popped the shirt I had grabbed over my head.

“That’s Skyes shirt” Clair pointed out as I slid the black tank top on, even though it was rather tight fitting. It had a cute little cartoon panda head smiling on the chest as its cheeks glowed a rosey pink.

“Yes'' I assured her as I fished out a pair of socks and slipped on my boots, “it is most definitely Skyes shirt.”

Clair sighed and patted a sleeping Skye head.

“I’m so sorry for your clothes Skee-skee.”

I watched as Skye slept peacefully next to Clairs lap and felt a slight lump build in my throat.

“Hey” I said without really thinking, “make sure you guys talk, okay?”

Clairabell gave me a confused look; one of her fangs slightly poking out of her upper lip while she tilted her head questioningly.

“Huh? We talk all the time though.”

“Yeah, but. . .”

I thought for a bit, trying to figure out the best words to use to bring up the subject.

“Just, maybe ask her how she’s feeling or something.”

“How does she feel?”

She looked down at blondie again.

“Tired. She’s tired.”

I chuckled and sighed, pushing my uneasy feeling away.

“Yep, that makes sense. Can you open the window for me?”

“Babe, there’s a door.”

“And?”

“. . . good point.”

Upon Clairs instruction a blood bat floated over and pulled Skyes window open for me letting the fresh morning air into the room.

“Thanks,” I said before taking a running start and flinging myself over Skyes bed and out a second story window.

With a loud crash I found myself laying ontop of multiple thorny bushes, the branches digging into my body as I tried to adjust to the aching in my back.

“Perfect landing” I groaned as I got ready to sit up.

“Oh yes, great job” a woman's voice said, “now please get off my plants.”

I turned my head to see two women standing over me.

The one on the left, who was giving a very annoyed glare, looked like a lighter skinned Skye with bright yellow eyes and had her golden blonde hair tied up into a long ponytail. As was usual for her at this time of the morning, her red tank top and tanned shorts were covered in dirt and mud and black gardening gloves adorned her hands.

The one on the right was dressed up in a white toga like dress with summer lilies braided into her dark hair and she wore a diamond encrusted gold necklace around her throat. Also, her dark green colored eyes had the look of someone who had just watched her son throw himself from a second story window and land on the bushes she had helped her friend plant.

“Morning” I happily said to them before Skyes mom flicked her wrist and the bush, in response to said wrist flicking, jumped up a little and shoved me off of it before settling back into the soil.

“You’re in a chipper mood today” mom said as she helped pull me off the ground.”

“Oh who wouldn’t be when their job entails possible death and dismemberment?”

“Him and the girls practically stayed up the entire night” Skyes mom informed mine, “I swear that Clairabell screams louder than a banshee.”

Moms eyes grew wide as she gave me a once over before looking back at Skyes mom.

“They were playing video games” she assured, having finally realised what she had said.

“Oh thank the gods” my mom said, letting out a sigh of relief.

“In all fairness, Clairabell and I can multitask” I happily informed both of them.

“Alexander, shut up, you are 18, I do not need grandchildren from you yet!”

I laughed at my mom's discomfort, before noticing that a little girl with red hair had wandered up next to her. She was dressed similarly to mom but her dress was a light blue color and the only gold she had on was a pair of golden sandals and a few ringlets on her wrist.

“There’s my girl” our mom happily said, kneeling down to greet my sister, “all ready to go Fiona?”

With half awake eyes Fiona nodded with assurance, doing her best to stay awake. She promptly fell forward having to be caught by our mom.

“Oh sweetheart” mom said, giving Fiona a worried look, “maybe you should stay here.”

“No thank you.”

“She can stay here for the day” Skyes mom stated, “she can take a nap in Luke and Ninas room.”

“That should be fine” mom happily answered before turning back to the little red head, “how about playing with Luke and Nina today?”

“I will later” Fiona stubbornly stated, “I wanna go.”

“Fiona, you can’t be falling asleep though.”

“I won’t, I promise!”

“Honestly” I interjected, “she should be fine coming along. Unless she’s sick or something.”

Lifting her up by her armpits I held my little sister up in the air.

“You ain’t getting sick on me are ya?”

“No,” Fiona said with a smile.

“Ain’t gonna throw up?”

With this question I tossed the seven year old up into the air, making her laugh like, well like a seven year old.

“Yeah she’s good” I assured our mother, as I still held Fiona.

“ . . .Is Skye ever this stubborn” my mom asked Skyes mom?

“I’m glad she’s not,” she answered, putting her gardening tools away, “makes it easier when I tell her to get rid of things like that.”

She pointed to the pegasus made of water which Skye had created last night in the arcade bathroom.

Like a good healthy horsey, Raindrop had grown in size and was now bigger than your average horse.

“What” I protested, “you can’t have her get rid of Raindrop! It’s a sweet fragile creature who just wants your love, and understanding, and it just ate a squirrel.”

The clear blue pegasus glared at us as a fluffy brown tail hung from its mouth.

It slowly backed away out of sight, never breaking eye contact with me specifically. Guess I have a new friend.

“See you later Trinna” mom said, taking Fiona from me and protectively holding her.

And with that, Skyes mom went over to put her tools away and mine started hurrying us over to our house.

“Do you two have everything,” mom asked as she pulled her keys out from her dress pocket.

“Yep” Fiona and I assured her at the same time.

She gives us a smile and a nod before turning to the door into our home and sliding a small golden key inside of the lock.

With a twist of the knob our front door opened up to a brightly lit bridge filled with people, either walking or riding in horse drawn carriages, dressed similarly to mom and Fiona. Far into the distance, at the end of the bridge, was a city built on top of several mountains, the rising sun illuminating the white marble buildings against a still mostly dark sky.

“Woow” I cheered, stretching my arms over my head, “fun trip, honestly the ride up is always the best part.”

“Alex” mom said, closing the door behind us, “what did I say about being a smartass?”

“Go ahead but don’t do it when we’re about to see family.”

“Exactly, and what are we about to do?”

“Visit people you hate?”

Mom lowered her eyes at me, giving me an irritated look.

“I’ll be good in front of grandma” I promised, crossing my fingers behind my back.

With a sigh, my mom locked the door we went through, causing it to sink into the ground and vanish.

“You ain't slick boy.”

I shrugged, perfectly content with my underwhelming slickness, before placing my fingers in my mouth.

Blowing into them, a loud whistle echoed out and the ground beneath us began to shake as a large hole filled with black mud spilled open. Never mind the fact that we were currently on a bridge thousands of miles in the air so a hole like that should just lead down into, well, death.

Speaking of death.

From the black mud, bone white hands started to rise from its murky depths, and latched onto the marble pavement of the bridge. Slowly, four skeletons pulled themselves out, black mud dripping down their skulls and off the dusty dark blue suits they all wore.

Each one had “eyes” of green fire and looked almost identical to each other, with the only difference being a colored rose each wore in the pocket of their suit. Red, yellow, black, and white.

These were my skeletons. Expertly trained, well mannered, professional, cold blooded, and above all else dependable. . . was not what they were.

As the yellow rose stumbled out behind white rose it fell forward, knocking into the latter.

Naturally, White rose raised it’s boney hand and slapped yellow in the face, the rattling of their teeth being loud enough for everyone to hear.

Steadying its skull, yellow turned to white, their flaming eyes lighting up with a dark green as they clutched their coworkers arm and tore it off.

White looked down at its empty sleeve hanging limply to its side while yellow pointed at them with their missing arm, the bouncing flames in its eye sockets indicating that they were laughing.

The flames in whites skull promptly erupted, smoke billowing out of them, as they tackled yellow to the ground.

Smoke and dust covered the ground as white and yellow punched and tore at each other, the latter using the former's arm to slap them in the face. Black rose stumbled forward, attempting to separate them only to be met with a flame shooting up and catching onto their new tie which instantly lit up and was reduced to ash.

Enraged at this insult to not only themselves but also high fashion Black leaped onto the two other skeletons. Red followed suit by elbow dropping all three and joining the pile as they all slapped, bit, hit, and spanked each other.

“. . . Alex, seriously” mom stated, “are you sure you don’t want new servants?”

“Naw” I answered, happily watching these boneheads wrestle, “these guys are perfect.”

Clapping my hands the hole began to bubble again, the bridge shaking even more, as a horse drawn carriage shot out of it like a bullet from the chamber and tore through the four skeletons who all fell to the ground in pieces.

The Carriage was a dark black color, large and round in shape, it looked like something a goth Cinderella would ride inorder to get to the ball and marry a guy she danced with once who only remembered her because he had a thing for feet. There was a bright gold trim on the sides that glowed brightly against the night sky. The wheels were also a gold color with human skulls adorned on the rims and green flames sparking up here and there.

Attached to the carriage was a horse with pitch black fur with a tail and main glowing with bright green fire. It's onix black eyes surveyed its surroundings making sure there was no enemy nearby as it stomped the marble ground with its strong hooves, small flames lighting up under them as it did so.

“Horsey” Fiona yelled happily as she waved at my helpful stead.

“Hey there Mare,” I said, walking up to her, “how are you doing girl?”

As I reached out to give her a pet on the neck, Mare angrily recoiled and gave me a loud snort.

“What? No, I didn’t forget about you.”

She neyad loudly, shaking her head from side to side.

“Of course I call you when I need a ride. You’re my horse.”

Stamping the ground, Mare continued to argue, angrily naying and shaking her main.

“Oh that is not fair! It is not my fault that you decided to wreck the neighbors lawn and eat their cat!”

She chattered her teeth and huffed again.

“Look if we had a stable I would absolutely keep you in the backyard but-.”

Mare interjected with a loud inhuman yell as she reared up on her hind legs.

“Oh you don’t bring my bike into this! He is a good boy!”

She landed and shook her head violently.

“Yes it’s a he!”

“Alex” mom said, the now reformed skeletons helping her and Fiona into the carriage, “I know you want her to stay at the house, but it’s not happening. Can we please go?”

“Yeah sure” I answered her.

As she entered the carriage I reached into my little pocket space and pulled out a nice orange carrot for Mare.

“Sorry girl, we’ll convince her somehow.”

She neighed understandingly before happily taking the root vegetable from my hands.

“To the stadium” I yelled at Red as he readied the reins, yellow sitting next to him with treats and a whip in hand. Black and White clung to the back, White still glaring at Yellow with murderous intent, as I swung myself into the inside of it.

As soon as the door was shut we were off, Yellow cracking their whip in the air as Red made sure Mare stayed on course.

Unlike the black of the carriages outer shell, the seating was a velvet red with enough room to fit six people. The soft upholstery was comfortable and warm to the touch with cushions that made sure you could relax even during the bumpiest of rides.

Naturally, Fiona almost immediately fell asleep, her head resting comfortably on moms lap.

“Hey, she stayed awake longer than usual.”

“Honestly I’m surprised by that” mom said, brushing Fionas hair to the side, “she never gets enough sleep when we have to come up here. I wish she’d stay at home some times, it’s not healthy for a little girl to be up this early.”

“You know that would just cause gran to start whining.”

“If your grandmother really wants to see her she can suck it up and come visit the house.”

“Oh come now, you don’t expect her to live the disgraceful life of staying in a five bedroom, three bath, basement and attic house do you?”

“Well, in all fairness, she’d probably make the neighbors hate us more than they already do.”

We both chuckled a little at Grandmas expense, knowing she probably wouldn’t enjoy hearing this stuff in person. She can be kind of sensitive and natural disaster causing.

Leaning against the door I rested my head on the window and watched as we rolled past the people walking along the bridge, none of them batting an eye at the carriage driven by four skeletons and drawn by a hell horse. In all fairness compared to the massive skyscrapers in the mountain, the rulers of the city control nature itself, and the fact we can all breathe despite the altitude, probably making our little vihicall about as interesting as an ant carrying food ten times its size. A neat site but nothing mind blowing.

Granted, ants are pretty mind blowing if you put into perspective how they basically work to create a suitable environment for their colony with everyone having their assigned roles thus allowing them to work as fulfilling members of ant society.

That being said, this type of government is very totalitarian all things considered so there must be a widespread outbreak of ant uprisings which most likely are quilled by the ants in black suits. You can say they’re not real, but we all know they’re out there.

“So” mom said, interrupting my deep and meaningful inner monologue about ants and ant related conspiracy, “should we talk about what’s been bothering you?”

I sighed and sat up in my seat.

“Oh you know, normal stuff.”

“Define normal for you?”

“Giant monsters, universal travel, blood sucking girlfriend who wants my socially awkward best friend to move into a dorm with her while she’s too scared to say no, oh and a new rpg came out that I am just dying to play.”

“Aw, is my little boy having girl trouble?”

“What can I say, I’m just a modern day Casanova. On a related note, my Italian is getting better.”

Mom rolled her eyes, a smile still on her face as she let out a chuckle.

“Well Giacomo, care to tell your loving mother about your, um, socially awkward blood sucking best girlfriend issue?”

“Blood sucking girlfriend and socially awkward best friend” I corrected, “also, one can summon horses.”

She blinked a bit then sighed.

“I really should have set you up on more play dates with normal kids when you were little.”

“Aw, but if you did that you wouldn’t have met Skyes mom.”

“I don’t mind Skye, reminds me of your dad, kind of. The blood sucking girlfriend is the one I have issues with.”

“Oh Clair isn’t that bad. Plus, if I remember right, you’re partially the one who arranged for me and her dating.”

Mom shrugged at my statement.

“It was either that or have her daddy demand your head on a spike. Now, talk.”

“Dang, knew you weren’t gonna let the issue go.”

I rubbed my neck, feeling a little awkward talking about my friends with my mom. She had more on her plate to deal with other than my personal drama. But, I guess I don’t feel that bad.

“Clairabell has been looking into her and Skye going to college together, and I’m pretty sure Skye doesn’t want to go. But, neither of them are talking about it so, yeah, not really sure what to do.”

Yep, even to me that sounds like a dumb problem that could be easily solved if we all just sat and talked it out. And, based on the look mom was giving me, she probably felt the same.

“Ok” she eventually said, “and in what way is that your problem?”

“Huh?”

“Alex, that has nothing to do with you. They’re both big girls, they can work out their problems.”

I blinked in surprise.

“Well, I mean, they’re my friends, so. . .”

“So what?”

“So, I want to help them.”

She shook her head disapprovingly at my response, her dark brown hair bouncing a little as she did.

“Alexander, I get that you love them, but their problems are not yours to solve, so you don’t need to worry about it.”

“I, I guess. But-”

“No buts.”

She narrowed her eyes a little, making it clear that this wasn’t a subject we were going to argue on.

“You have work, and your sister, and your own issues to deal with.”

I felt my stomach slowly drop more and more as she spoke and reminded me of how stupid my worries were.

She was right after all, Skye not telling Clairabell how she felt, and Clairabell not wanting to listen, those were not my problems.

But, still. . .

I went back to looking out the chariot window, watching as the pavement of the bridge slid by as we drove in silence.

Well, we did for a few minutes, then I felt mom poke me repeatedly on the cheek.

“Oi” she said with each poke, “oi, oi, oi!”

I smiled and looked up, finding my mom leaning forward with a bag of gold coins dangling from her fingertips.

She gave me a warm smile and dropped the coins into my lap.

“Quit pouting, you’re gonna make me feel like a bad mom.”

“Aw, you’re not a bad mom” I responded, opening the bag and eyeing the coin, “I’m just really good at making people feel guilty. This is chocolate isn’t it?”

“Boy, you get paid a fortune a year, you don’t need real gold.”

“I ain’t complaining.”

I smiled and started unwrapping a coin to enjoy the snack, before handing a few back to mom.

“Here” I said, dropping them into her hand, “Fiona loves these too.”

“Yeah, that’s why I got her her own bag. These are yours.”

“Then I guess we’ll call it an offering to a good mom.”

She let out an amused laugh.

“Gods, why is my youngest son so cheesy?”

“No idea” I told her, chomping down on the delectable coin, “I personally blame it on Television and video games for giving good moral lessons.”

She sighed, but still smiled.

“You are such a dork.

Mom went back to watching Fiona sleep and we rode into the city in silence for a bit.

“Honestly” she eventually said, “I’m glad you’re such a good kid, but it wouldn’t hurt you to worry about yourself more.”

“Yeah” I responded, understanding what she meant, if only a little bit.

I pulled out another chocolate coin and sat it in between my cupped pointer finger and thumb before flicking my thumb up and giving the coin a good flip and catching it in my palm.

“Hey, maybe I should act like the old man more?”

I gave mom a wide smile at this statement and she responded by rolling her eyes.

“Alex” she said, “if you start acting like the old man just remember that I dictate your living arrangements.”

“Aw” I teased, trying to lighten the tension, “not a fan of selfish people?”

“Being selfish is fine. He’s just a disrespectful asshole. Never cared for those.”

“If that were true you would have thrown me out years ago.”

“You’re just disrespectful. The assholeness is currently being debated.”

“Aw, that’s the nicest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

“Oh shut up Alex.”

Despite her words she had a smile on her face.

Eventually, we pulled into the city.

The street lights illuminated our way as we walked through the busy streets filled with people of all races and sizes and other worldly species in togas. Despite how early it was the city was still bustling and busy as if it were early afternoon.

Shops filled with exautic items lined the streets next to fancy restaurants and stores filled with fancy clothes that normal people could never hope to own. As we went deeper in, the clothing people wore became more elaborate and extravagant almost as if they were trying to make themselves match the streets paved with literal gold.

“Did dad say they could use his gold?”

“No and I am still trying to get them to give it back. Honestly, their taste is just tacky.”

“I feel I need to point out that we decorate our house with bones and diamonds.”

“Alex, that is a theme. It might be tacky, but it makes sense. This is just a bunch of people showing off how rich they are. Besides, Pluton is in charge of decorating.”

“Way to blame your son for the way the house looks Ma.”

“I blame all my children for everything. Didn’t you figure that out already?”

“I was in denial.”

We joked around a little more as we eventually rode deeper into the city.

It was a nice summer morning even here, with birds of all kinds singing joyful tunes and plants you wouldn’t normally see together decorating the parks and sidewalks.

Mount Olympus, the rich neighborhood to end all rich neighborhoods.

While we continued our stroll, I was content to rest against the side of the cart, daydreaming until we arrived at grandmas. At least, until, the chariot pulled to a sudden stop with a jerky motion and Mare let out a loud whine.

“Oi” Mom yelled, slapping the roof, “why’d we stop?”

In response Red poked his head in, by holding it in his hand and putting it through the open window.

His teeth chattered and he let out a gargling hiss to inform us of why we had stopped.

Mom sighed and slouched in her seat, Fiona still in her lap.

“Then just kill them.”

“Mom, no.”

“Alex, they started it.”

“Yeah but we can’t just murder all of our problems.”

“You sure” she said, hopefully jokingly, “the old man seems to solve a lot of his problems that way. Of course, it does make your fathers work stack up so I’m a little pissed about that.”

“How about I go deal with them?” I said, opening the door, “give daddy less paperwork?”

“Carefull, they might cause you to develop some humility.”

“No worries about that happening. I’ll be done in like, I don’t know, two, three minutes. Meet you at grandmas. Oh, I missed the step. . .”

She groaned with annoyance as her handsome, awesome, super smart son fell out of the carriage and onto the dirt of Olympus.

“Way to jump to the rescue there superman” she chimed.

I chuckled a little as I layed on the ground, before turning my head to the right and spotting the roadblocks that stood in Mares way.

“Hi” I happily said to the tall man wearing a dark blue tank top. He had a rather annoyed look on his soft face, with his ocean green eyes glaring at me and his large, muscular, arms crossed over his chest.

His dark blue hair was slicked back and had a slight gleam to it while a few scales decorated his broad shoulders and a gold belt encrusted with gems of all shapes and sizes held his gray and white camouflage pants up.

By his side were two rather younger men who looked to be either twins or clones of each other. My personal experience has told me to bet on the latter, but you can never be too sure.

They both wore back basketball shorts and red shirts to go along with their messy strawberry blonde hair. Only way to tell that they weren’t completely identical were their eyes; both of which glowed unatrually like the brights of a car, but while the one on the left had shining baby blues, the gent on the left glared at me with dark red irises. Not blood red, more like a wine red.

Just like with the big bad in the middle, I noticed a few fish-like scales running along their necks and half way down their arms.

“Yo” the blue hair in the middle yelled at me, “are you going to get off the ground or what?”

“Naw” I responded, still sprawled on the ground, “the road feels good on my back.”

“Get off the ground Alex” Mom demanded from the carriage.

“So what can I do for you?” I asked while standing up, “directions, a ride maybe?”

“All we require is your head on a spike” the blue haired one responded. He took a boxer's pose and silver metal slowly started molding around his hands, appearing from nowhere I could see, until he was wearing two silver gauntlets with spiked knuckles.

“Sorry, can’t exactly do that seeing how I currently need my head. Mind me asking why you would want it though mate?”

“Hey” red eyes shouted, “he ain’t your mate guy!”

“Well then I ain’t your guy friend!”

“He ain’t your friend buddy,” the blue eyed one shouted at me.

“Well then I’m not his buddy mate!”

“He’s not your mate guy!”

“Then I’m not his guy friend!”

“I’m leaving now” mom stated, closing the carriage door, “meet us at grandmas okay?”

“Ok mom” I responded, waving them off.

“I’m not your mom dude” Blue eyes shouted.

“He’s not your dude pal” Red eyes shouted back.

“Seth, Joey” blue hair said, his head in his hand, “please stop.”

The three stepped out of the way, blue hair forcing Seth and Joey to bow their heads as mom passed in the sable steed drawn carriage before they took their spots in front of me again.

“Now, draw your weapon!”

Blue hair took his stance once more, their eyes narrowed at me.

“. . .Why?”

“Be-because I’m challenging you.”

“Ok but why are you challenging me?”

“Because!”

“Because why?”

“Because, shut up, draw your blade!”

“Blade as in vampire character?”

“Vampire? Your sword!”

“But I don’t use a sword.”

“Then your spear!”

“I don’t wanna draw my spear, honestly, I’m not the best artest.”

Blue hair looked ready to leap at me and scream at the top of their lungs while strangling my handsome neck.

I’m having a lot of fun.

He takes a deep breath and slowly calms down.

“Okay” they said, “please, please, get any weapons you might own, hold it in your hands, and fight me with them.”

“Ohhh! Ok, why didn’t you just say so?”

I could literally hear the last straw on blue hairs, patients breaking as they once more took a boxers pose, their eyes narrowed at me.

“My name is Markis, Muto, Reads, son of Poesidon and Pirate queen of the Caribbean Martha Reads!”

Yep, saw that one coming.

Guess good ol uncky Poesidon is still upset that I stabbed him in the face for unspecified reasons oh so long ago (last Tuesday).

“Alright Mark ma boy” I told him holding my arms up to the sky, “guess we can have a quick play date.”

Slowly, a leather strap materialized on my right arm and a thunderous roar echoed out as dark clouds gathered above us.

Splitting through the black clouds a golden shield slammed into my arm and attached to the leather strap with a click.

I felt electricity flow out of my body and into the metal of my golden shield that was the size of my body, the aegis.

“My name’s Zee” I told Mark, adjusting aegis to be in front of me, “bastard of Zeus, and. . .”

I held my other hand towards the ground, palm opened, feeling the dirt beneath give way.

In a flash a black and gold two pronged spear emerged and pushed against my palm as I wrapped my fingers around it.

Casually, I pointed my bident at Mark to show him I was ready.

“Son of Hades.”

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Monster House 6

Summary: Posing as Newlyweds Sam and Y/n set out to investigate what’s killing the visitors of a secluded Inn, and attempt to keep their working relationship professional.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word count: 4884

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, suggestive themes, language, smut

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The scream that caught in your throat came out as nothing more than a clipped sob and a whisper of air. Frozen in place and time like a marble statue. What was standing before you was impossible. Everyone had heard the stories, the quick hushed warnings not to speak of the White Thing in the Woods too loud lest its attention be drawn. And despite what you knew about the changing moods of the forest, you didn’t buy into it. It was all bullshit just to keep kids from getting lost in the thicket of trees.

Fables.

Urban legends.

Fairy Tales.

That’s all they were.

The White Thing was no more real than the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy or Santa Claus.

It wasn’t that you thought yourself too smart to believe in such things, you’d simply taken for granted just how old those Woods were. The America’s were still young, a few hundred years of Colonised society was enough to make a young girl forget that these lands had been here since the beginning. And something lived deep in the underbelly of the wilderness, where even the most foolish or brave-hearted person dare not venture.

It was a beast, massive and filling the space of your vision to the edges. The Thing was so much taller than you, even as it crouched on legs too long and layered with lean muscle; incredible antlers sprouted from its skeletal head like moss covered tree limbs. Sunken eyes set in their deep black sockets as if it was the void looking back at you. Pallid and worn flesh stretched too tight over the unnaturally thin and long bones of its body, seen through the long mangy white locks that hung from it’s skull. Sharp teeth the length of your palm sprung from it’s elongated skeletal snout, yellowed and rust colored from age and use; able to cleave muscle and fat from bone like slicing through butter. Thick mists of air hung heavy as it breathed, and a curious rumble from deep within rolled out of its mouth as it looked you over. You, this pitiful little creature, helpless and paralyzed by fear and disbelief.

If there were any doubts before they were dashed now. You were going to die.

Two things were going to happen. First, you were going to disappear, the Police would put together a short, and limited search party. They’d search through part of the forest, not venturing very far, superstition running too deep in their DNA. The search for you would be called off within a week, and you would vanish into history as nothing more than the face of yet another Missing Girl. Secondly, knowing full well that you played with fire and were burned, the townsfolk would use your death as a cautionary tale to warn other youth to keep in line. To not be the stupid girl that disappeared in the trees. If only she’d heeded her Daddy when he told her to stay clear of the Woods to the North she might still be alive. You would become a myth.

Seconds turned to decades as The White Thing watched you tremble. Tears spilled down your cheeks freezing to the skin at your jaw in the icy air. It tilted its head, leaning forward on one of it’s four boney arms with taloned hands large enough to crush your skull like a grape if it wanted to. You couldn’t breathe.

It sniffed the air around you, as if it could pick up the scent of your terror. It was close enough that you could smell the stench of death pouring from it’s clammy skin. Heart hammering away in your chest you thought for sure it might explode and kill you before this Thing sunk its teeth into your soft flesh. If you were lucky that’s what would happen.

The White thing extended a hand to you, a misty green stone in it’s palm with a symbol carved in it. An offering. Your horror turned to curiosity and confusion, but you were too frightened to move or do anything about your confliction. Moments ticked by agonizing in their pace, years might have passed already. When it finally moved your whole body jerked away on instinct, but it simply placed the stone on the ground, and backed away. And like that it vanished into the mist and ticket of trees just as it had come, like a dream. Or nightmare.

The icy chill dissipated making way for the warmth of late summer, and the trees parted again letting streams of golden light pour through the canopy. Birds began to chirp and the weight sitting on your chest fell away. Suddenly you could breathe again. The moment your limbs regained their use you took off through the woods, tearing through the trees as fast as your legs could carry you, not bothering to stop until you’d broken through the treeline and into your house slamming your bedroom door behind you.

You hid your torn and dirty clothes far into the back of your closet, as if you could will away an evidence of what had just taken place. If you believed it was a dream, a hallucination, some trick of the mind then you could carry on with your life. Just like everyone else. Like nothing had ever happened

What did just happen?

What happened was impossible. Absurd. Lunacy. Delusion. Absolute nonsense. Monsters simply could not be real.

The tightness in your chest gripped your lungs like a vice threatening to cave you in and destroy you from the inside out. There was no way you could go back to normal. What you’d just witnessed upended everything you ever knew. Everything you had been certain of once before.

What else was out there? What else existed in the shadows? Lurking in the dark waiting for the right moment to pounce. Four hours ago you were certain of many things: There was nothing in the woods. The Tooth Fairy wasn’t real. Poltergiest was just a movie, and above all there was nothing to be afraid of in the woods.

You went to bed that night with your eyes locked on your window, blinds and curtains drawn, waiting. Waiting for the whispers to begin and the knocking. After the adrenaline had finally left your bones chattering, exhaustion kicked in and sleep eventually took you.

When you woke in the morning you couldn’t help but be relieved, maybe it had just been a bad dream after all. You were in one piece, in the safety of your bedroom, all windows, doors, fingers and toes in place. You were going to do all you could to forget it. Although you would never venture through the woods again.

Kicking your legs over the bed and planting your feet on the floor you stretched your arms out over your head, tensing and cracking at the joints. You let out a satisfied groan and huffed a sigh as you pushed disheveled hair from your face. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you walked down the hall and turned to the living room staring for the kitchen. Absolutely starving, the most heavenly thing you could think of was a packet of pop tarts that had your name in it.

You snagged a bag and cast a glance at the clock on the stove reading 8:18 am. Usually everyone was up by now. Your little brothers were under no circumstances ones to miss Saturday morning cartoons. Mom was usually piddling around, or working on a quilt she’d never finish, and Dad no doubt would be outside already and under the hood of that old Mustang. The silence and stillness of the house as you moved through its rooms made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, it was never this quiet on a Saturday morning. What stopped you in your tracks like slamming into a wall was your bookbag. The one you’d dropped in the maze of trees, sitting on the coffee table in the living room, as if it had been there the entire time.

Pulse raced, and blood pumped furiously through your veins as you slowly reached out a hand picking up the bag you thought you’d surely never see again. A little green stone with a marking in the middle dropped from your bag to the coffee table, and your blood turned to ice.

The crushing realization set in along with that black shroud of doom you couldn’t shake. Your legs moved before your brain could process, carrying you down the hall like a doll on a string. You swung the door open to your brothers’ room where carnage painted the walls a sticky dark red. Frozen to the spot, you couldn’t scream, all you could do was let your eyes trail over the mutilated remains of your younger siblings.

Eyes snapped open as you jolted from your sleep. It’d been more than a decade but you’d never really left the woods of that sleepy town. That shadow had followed your every step since, haunting you, lurking in the back of your mind and biding it’s time. It was the Washington State forests that reminded you of the thick wilderness of West Virginia, of home. The same thing happened in Michigan, the Wendigo. Dense woods were more than enough to trigger what you’d done your best to tuck away. Every hunter has an origin story, most aren’t born to it. Most have paid a devastating price for the knowledge of what lives in the dark. You were no different than any of the rest of them, but unlike most of them who found a place in the violence and anonymity, this life gave you no pleasure.

The blood thirsty look in a man's eye is unmistakable, and is a trait shared among a vast majority of hunters. First it’s fueled by vengeance, then it’s something to fill the void until you learn to hate the things you hunt, and killing them brings you a release you couldn’t otherwise find. But for you it was a job, a disgusting one that you’d rather not have been the one to do, but if not you, then who? Some other poor girl who wandered into the wrong place? Truth was you couldn’t have lived with yourself if you left the supernatural for others to deal with who might not be as lucky or well prepared as you.

Your eyes dropped to the floor to see an empty mat and blankets where Sam must have slept overnight. He was an early riser but dawn wasn’t for hours stillt, maybe he couldn’t sleep either. Letting out a sigh you shut your eyes and rolled away from the edge of the bed to the middle on your side as the throb of a headache began to set in and the world tilted around like a weeble wobble. You were still half drunk, and felt like you’d gone four rounds with a brick wall. When you opened your eyes again a shock of breath caught in your throat to find that you weren’t as alone as you’d thought.

Sam lay stretched out on his back, an arm tucked under his pillow and propping up his head, looking something like a painting in the darkness before Sunrise. A peaceful person he was not, but in that moment it might have fooled you that he could be. So often his brow was furrowed in thought or concentration, his broad shoulders tense with such worry that he rarely looked comfortable. Seeing him asleep was nothing new, but being able to relish in his image without interruption and so close was. He was right there, you could feel the heat radiating from him, seeping through the sheets. You could touch him, you could reach out and touch him. Trace your fingers along the sharp line of his jaw, and down the length of his throat like you’d imagined doing hundreds of times. You could press your lips to his cheek and curl his long silky hair around your fingers. You could. He was right there and you were still tipsy, less inclined to listen to the practical side of your brain.

There was no telling how he ended up in bed with you. Last thing you remembered was being too drunk to stand up on your own, and in times like those you were prone to putting your foot in your mouth. It would have taken a flash in his eyes for the secrets you’d been keeping to spill out of your mouth like a burst dam. It would have taken a grin to his lips and a dimple to let loose the fact that you wanted him. He wouldn’t have taken you up on your offer, not with you being so intoxicated but you must have done something right to bring him to your bed.

You could have watched him breathe forever. The world could have caved in around you and everything fell to ruin, but it wouldn’t have mattered, because he was just so close. Worries melted away just by sheer proximity, and the nightmare you had just roused from fell away with the rest of your problems. If there was one silver lining to the life you lead, it was Sam. Sure the hunting evil, saving people and all that gave the occasional warm fuzzies, but that was expected of you. It was your job. It was thankless and messy and scary and frankly you hated every second of it. There were things you’d planned on doing with your life. Places you’d planned on exploring, people you’d planned on meeting. You had your eye on being a Surgeon, Cardiac, the best the field had ever seen. You had colleges in mind, and the determination to make it happen.

How quickly life changes.

If you had been told at fifteen that this would be your life, you’d have laughed. Never in a million years would you have guessed that you’d live the rest of your life as a Professional Ghost Popper, on the road, in shitty motels and surviving on gas station hot dogs. Though it wasn’t all bad. There was Sam. He waltzed into your life like a breath of fresh air. A kindred spirit. A sliver of hope where there was none. He wanted out too, he only mentioned t it a few times, and usually inebriated, but it was enough. He didn’t like the job any more than you did, but you’d both been doing it so long you couldn’t imagine life outside of it. It was that fear of the unknown that kept you both in your safe spaces. If there was any reason to leave the shelter of the dark, it was Sam.

He shifted in his sleep with a small sigh,his head falling to the side and into the stream of silver moonlight, and there as no fighting the need to reach out and touch his face. Fingertips ghosted over the line of his jaw, resting softly at his chin where your eyes fell to his lips, rosy, soft and parted. You thought of the women lucky enough to know what his lips tasted like. Were they sweet like he was? Intoxicating?

The screen on his phone lit up on the nightstand as the time ticked over to 3:30 and his alarm began to sound. You dropped your hand away, and Sam let out a remorseful groan as he rolled on his side and reached a long arm over you to the nightstand to hit snooze. His head hit the bed and he was out again, arm left to drape over you, heavy and warm. Trying to pull your arm free he stirred again, his arm wrapping around your back and pulling you to him as his nose nuzzled into your shoulder.

The swell in your chest was nearly drowning you, it was exactly where you’d always wanted to be, and the one place you’d never allow. Maybe… maybe just for a minute you could allow it. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla and coffee, and the feel of his lips against your shoulder took over your senses. You’d have given anything to stay just like that forever.

Your fingers slipped through silky tresses, and long eyelashes fluttered open at the touch.The sunflowers in his eyes, even in that dim light, took your breath away.

“Good morning,” you whispered. A smile curled his lips and created that perfect dimple in his cheek. Not quite awake he let himself sink around you breathing in the natural perfume of you, and the warmth of your skin, soft like butter and better than he’d dreamed. Only he wasn’t dreaming. The alarm hadn’t woken him like it was supposed to, but you wrapped in his arms certainly did. He told himself that he’d keep his distance, he wasn’t going to encroach on your space. The last thing a drunk girl wants to wake up to is a guy in her bed. But when he turned his eyes up to meet yours, and a lazy smile graced your lips he eased.

“You’re still drunk aren’t you?” He asked.

“No,” you answered nodding your head ‘yes.’ He replied with an amused snicker and pulled his arm away, stopping at your hip when you didn’t move away. You’ve looked at him with those bedroom eyes like that before. A few times. You were drunk each time. When you were sober you were well composed, only allowing yourself to get but so close. When you had a few you let your guard down, just a little, just enough to get a peek over the wall. He’d seen you drunk and on the prowl, and while that was certainly a sight to behold, you were different when you were alone with him.

With him you were vulnerable in a way you couldn’t be sober, when the girl who had a rock collection in her youth came out. The girl who read The Silmarillion annually, and taught herself to speak, read and write in Elvish. The girl who hates raisins, and catches spiders to set them loose outside instead of killing them. The girl he wanted to get to know more than he’d wanted to know anyone. You’d be three doubles and four beers in, and that look would flash across your eyes. Cheeks flush with drink, eyes half lidded and looking only at him. Then your lips would curl into a smile, and it was almost impossible to resist. Each new day with you proved harder than the last to find a reason why it was a bad idea to be with you.

“Right, and I’m the Pope.” He snarked, as he pulled himself away from your touch and sitting up, regretting not staying put longer almost immediately.

And the moment was over, back to business as usual in an instant. The pang in your chest was miserable. Swinging your legs over the bed you stood up stretching your arms over your head and waiting for the room to stop spinning.

“So, uhm, guess the floor wasn’t as comfy as you thought?” You said, kicking the pile of blankets.

“Yeah. Something like that.” He said. You didn’t remember.

Sam heard the thud of your body hitting the floor, finding you in a heap when he yanked the b

athroom door open. Gathering your limp frame in his arms he checked your head for blood, and grateful to find you’d missed the nightstand. Long fingers smoothed hair from your face still flush with drink, and a little paler than usual. Sam had seen you black out drunk before, but he’d never seen you pass out before, the cooking class must have been torture.

The way you settled in his arms as he lifted you was perfect. The last time he’d held you like that you were holding your guts in and bleeding out from a stabbing after a hunt went sideways. The color was draining from your face to pour down your stomach. You were fighting so hard to stay awake, even as your lips turned blue and your eyes lolled to the back of your head. The teeth in your head had begun to chatter so hard he thought they were going to shatter, but you kept talking, the whole time. Raving about how the rampant uncheck misogyny running through the fabric of our culture affects young girls on fundamental levels since birth. The more you talked, the angrier you got, the longer you stayed awake. It was all you could think to do to stay awake. In a less dire situation he’d have paid more attention to your tirade, but all he could do was look on you with amaze. You were the strongest woman he’d ever met in his damn life. You were still ranting when the Medical staff at the hospital took over.

This was how he wanted it to be, soft and warm, safe. The way you settled in his arms was like you were made to be there, like he was made to hold you.You were home. Sam laid you in the bed, and pulled the blankets up around you when you took hold of his hand.

“Stay with me, Sam.” You said in an airy whisper, eyes still closed. Who was he to refuse? He probably should have taken longer to think about it, if he were more noble he might have, but he didn’t argue when you asked him to stay. So he climbed into the bed, careful to give you more than enough space. Countless times had he wished that things were different for his life, this should have been one of them. But truth was if neither of you had become hunters odds were you’d have never met. And even though the life he lead seemed more hellish than anything else, he’d met you.

Silencing the alarm on his phone he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over you as you stretched, the way your hair fell, bedhead messy and lovely against your neck begging for his hands to touch

“Oh, I found out where Mr. Lonely is buried. I figure we can go salt and burn the body before the Sun is up, come back, take a nap then hit the road.” You suggested.

“You don’t want to stay for Wine tasting?” He snarked.

“Preferably not, but if we have to then I’m just going to stay drunk today.” You answered, and he grinned.

“We should probably still do an EMF sweep.”

“Really? Can’t we just torch the corpse and call it a night?” You pouted as you watched him move around the room to gather clothing to change into. He stopped to ponder at the bathroom door before giving a nod. It was late, or incredibly early, you were still trashed and both of you only got a couple hours of shut eye. There was no reason not to just get the bottom line done.

“Fine, we can skip it, but we have to stay tonight to make sure it’s done.” He compromised. Sitting in a chair to tie your boots you paused to consider if skipping part of an investigation was worth sticking around for another single night. You turned your eyes up to Sam who stood so tall and broad, and firm, you had your answer.

Yes. Definitely yes. The case would be closed, you’d get to drink, and actually enjoy a little bit of relaxation- though this would not have been your first choice. And it would just be you and Sam, nothing to worry about other than simply being.

“I agree to your terms.” You said pulling a flask of whiskey from one of your bags. Hair of the dog, you were going to power through the oncoming hangover. You had an empty day ahead of you that you were going to fill with Sam, your enthusiasm was genuine. “Get dressed and lets go defile a grave!”

Hiking at night wasn’t something you wanted to make a habit of doing. The sky was clear, and the Moon was particularly bright which was great until you hit the treeline where the path to the Graveyard was. The black chasm of the trees swallowed up the silvery Moonlight till there was nothing left but pitch. Then your fear of dense woods sprung up again like a steadily increasing anxiety riddled game of whack-a-mole. There was nothing to be afraid of, you had flashlights, Sam, and you were strapped. Your brain wasn’t giving you a reprieve however, you kept expecting to turn your head and see the skeletal bloody face of the White Thing to appear in the darkness between the trees, ready to spring out and finish the job it started more than a decade ago. A cold chill slid up your spine sending a dread filled shudder down your body. With each step you had to remind yourself that you weren’t back home in West Virginia, you were on the other side of the country, in Washington, it wasn’t going to find you after more than a decade. You hoped at least. If the White Thing wasn’t in the woods there was something else in there with eyes that stalked your movements, putting you on edge, and making you paranoid. Trepidation rattled you, and you found yourself stepping closer to Sam as you walked, finding relief and comfort with each brush of his arm against yours.

It was a 20 minute hike, in the pitch black wild wilderness, at 3 o’clock at night, but once you hit the gravesite it was worth it. The site sat on a cliffside at the top of the mountain, just a small clearing in the trees, what could have knocked the wind out of you was the most magnificent view of the peaks and valleys of the mountain range, stretching as far as the eye could see. More stars hung in the sky than you had seen in a very long time, no light pollution, no noise, just the calm quiet. No wonder Wellington wanted his family buried there. You allowed yourself a few moments to soak it all in before setting to work.

Stabbing the spade end of your shovel into the pile of loose dirt, you dropped your butt down to sit, legs dangling into the large hole before you. With a sigh you wiped sweat from your brow as you rifled through the pockets of your jacket for a short, partially smoked joint.

“Isn’t it a little early for that?” Sam asked from inside the hole, a teasing grin on his face as he looked up at you. Answering him with a shrug you lit up and took a long drag. While he didn’t care much for smoking in general, it was difficult to tear his eyes away from the smoke wafting and curling in transparent tendrils spouting from your lips.

“It’s never too early or late for this.” You answered offering it to him, he declined with a shake of his head, quickly setting back to the task at hand- digging up a corpse. An old, rotten, decayed, mouldering corpse. If you could rate aspects of your job in order, digging up bodies was at the bottom of the list. Though to be honest, there weren’t many things that you did like about the job. There was the bonus of a flexible schedule, and the option to travel, and there was, of course, the fact that your co-workers were a little more than easy on the eyes. But there were no tax exemptions, or paid expenses, no benefits, fuck not even a reliable salary. It wasn’t a job you did because you wanted to, you detested almost everything about it. But someone had to do it.

No one wants to tell you how much effort is involved in digging up a six foot deep grave armed with nothing but a couple of old rusty shovels and sheer willpower. No one wants to tell you how long it takes either. The Sun was going to be up in the next hour or so, and the cover of darkness was a necessary precaution when it came to gravedigging. When Sam’s shovel struck something hard and hollow you could not have been more thrilled. Your eyes met his, as he moved to get a better angle.

Sam jammed the spade of his shovel between the lid of the coffin and the side prying it open with creaking wood and a crack of relief as the lid came loose.

“...The hell?” Sam’s face twisted in confusion as he lifted the top, hazel eyes moved back to you as he shoved the lid to the side of the hole revealing an empty coffin.

“Well that can’t be a good sign.” You announced, just as puzzled as Sam.

“You’re sure he said he was buried here?”

“No Sam, I just made it up so we could pointlessly dig a hole in the middle of the night for fun.” You sarcastic eyes at him.

“Hey, I know how much you love digging holes. So if he’s not here-”

Then just where the fuck is he?”

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157. the fella with the fiddle (1937)

release date: march 27th, 1937

series: merrie melodies

director: friz freleng

starring: mel blanc (fiddling mouse), billy bletcher (grandpa mouse, tax collector), berneice hansell (grandchildren)

one of the handful of titles spelled erroneously with the blue ribbon issue, and despite being not being shown BECAUSE of the reissue, this is master animator ken harris’ first animation credit. he joined the crew with freleng’s little dutch plate back in 1935, but only got a credit until now! harris was one of the top animators at WB, if not the top, and for great reason. on another note, mel gets another substantial role as the eponymous fella with the fiddle. a grandfather tells the story about a greedy mouse posing as a blind person to collect some extra cash. but, like always, there’s a twist.

open to the abode of j. field mouse, as indicated by the mailbox outside his tree home. inside, the presumed mouse lounges in his armchair, chuffing on a cigar, perusing a newspaper, trying to relax while his grandchildren run and scream and play around him. peace was never an option. suddenly, the ringing of a bell outside signals for all the children to congregate by the window.

even though it’s night, the ringing is the telltale chime of the ice cream man. the kids crowd around their grandfather, begging for a nickel. “grandpa, give us a nickel, grandpa!” the grandpa happily obliges, tossing a nickel out in the middle of the floor for the kids to catch. perfect way to get those little brats away! the kids dogpile one one another, scrambling to get access to that beautiful silver coin. in the midst of their struggle, the coin rolls away from the fight, falling into a crack between the floorboards.

the once chipper grandfather looms over the kids wirh a frown. “so, you WILL be greedy!” he shakes his head. “now i’ll tell you a story about a mouse who WAS greedy... and came to a band end.” a bit of a stark transition in the grandfather’s demeanor, but you can’t have the exposition taking all day.

“‘twas the fella with the fiddle.” grandpa pantomimes a fiddle, with the appropriate sound effects. he lays out the beginning of the story, telling the children that the fiddling fella bought a violin, playing until his arms got sore and breaking 100 strings or more (the children whistle in impressed awe). the choice to incorporate the sounds of a fiddle with each pantomime was a good one at that. fun fact: friz freleng was a classically trained violinist!

while the grandpa recounts the story, the surroundings melt away into the actual fella with the fiddle. mel blanc provides the vocals, singing the criminally catchy song (that’s often been used as a motif for porky in cartoons such as the blow out and little beau porky.) this is definitely one of my favorite merrie melody songs. mel’s falsetto as he sings “the girls say ‘oh!’” is hilarious, and just the first of MANY falsettos in his career. the fella with the fiddle appears to be blind, sporting sunglasses and even posting signs that read HELP THE BLIND. one passerby in particular is especially curious, a seedy fellow who waves his hand in front of the fella with the fiddle’s eyes. no reaction. filled with twisted glee, the passerby reaches into the donations cup, when the fella with the fiddle knocks him on the knuckles with his bow with the utmost nonchalance, continuing his song. wonderful comedic timing.

after the song is over, the fella with the fiddle hobbles his way home, using his cane to guide him along. he reaches his shack of a home, when suddenly he lifts his glasses, whipping around the house corners to ensure he has no followers. some blind guy! as to be expected. with the coast clear, the mouse puffs out his chest and strolls inside. even better than the blind fake out is his interior fake out: his worn down shack is lavishly furnished with chandeliers, rugs, gilded furniture and the like, a fitting accompaniment of “with plenty of money and you” to further the mouse’s wealth status.

but friz doesn’t stop there. the mouse's butler bids him good evening, the mouse dropping his sunglasses in his top hat and offering them to the butler to stow away. the mouse changes in the closet, now donning a tuxedo (gotta make yourself comfortable at home!) as he strolls across the living room to access his safe. a looney tradition we’ve been seeing since the goopy geer days in 1932. the mouse opens his safe, and the one behind it, and then the wooden safe behind THAT one. friz maintains his comedic momentum as the mouse takes out a long sock, the top closed off like another safe. genius.

content, the mouse situated himself at the dining table, eagerly opening the safe. a sea of gold coins pour out onto the table, and the mouse runs his fingers through them, letting the gold shower himself and the table. did you know he’s rich? just a hunch. suddenly, a few aggressive knocks on the door. the mouse freezes. “who’s there?” billy bletcher’s voice rings loud and clear behind the door. “it’s the tax assessor!”

we get a taste of our first mel blanc scream as the mouse repeats dubiously, “tax assessor? ...TAX ASSESSOR!?” i gotta say, while mel is subdued in this cartoon in comparison to future roles, he’s certainly versatile. it’s like friz wanted to see what he was capable of: singing, doing low grunts and womanly falsettos in said song, and now screaming. the whole package! mel does a wonderful job as the mouse. not the most memorable role, but it’s something.

what launches next is an epic transformation sequence, ever so fittingly accompanied by a rousing rendition of “country boy” as the mouse desparately scrambles to hide his lavish lifestyle. he scoops his money back into the sock, throwing it back in the safe(s) and locking it up tight, then rushing to transform the interior. reversing walls, flipping portraits, pulling ragged curtains, replacing pianos with stoves, couches with rickety beds. the animation of the mouse turning the wall around to reveal the bed is particularly nice. a great, high energy sequence, and that accompaniment of “country boy” makes it all the better.

meanwhile, the tax collector grows increasingly impatient, pounding on the door. finally, the mouse, now donning his poor man’s disguise, allows him inside. he puts on his best act. “good evenin’! could you spare a dime for a cup of coffee?” the tax collector obliges by dumping the ashes of his cigar in the mouse’s outstretched palm. “so, you’re a poor guy, eh?” stalling’s minor key rendition of the title song does wonders to add to the apprehension and slyness of the scene, accentuated when the mouse spots one of his shiny gold coins still perched on top of a table in plain sight. the mouse retrieves the coin as fast as he can, a sly grin on his anxious face as the tax collector ogles at him.

nevertheless, the invasion begins. the tax collector parks himself on a rickety old chair, and receives quite a surprise when the floorboard spins 360 degrees beneath him. floored, the inspector jumps up. “what’s goin’ on here?” more questions raised as he leans against a button, the stove now spinning in the same way, nearly revealing the grand piano on the other side of the wall. friz does a lovely job with the build up and suspense. still funny, but definitely drawn out and apprehensive.

“say, what kind of a joint is this anyway?” the spinning room reaches its full gag potential as the interior goes haywire, hectic speeds of flashing walls, furnishings, and so on. certainly feels like something from one of tex avery’s cartoons at MGM, not even warner bros! the speed and comedic timing is in tip top shape and makes for a hilarious, fresh, ahead of its time gag. i’m impressed watching this in 2020--i can only imagine being a moviegoer in 1937! i believe this is ken harris animation.

friz’s momentum is insanely strong in this cartoon. he keeps outdoing himself with his own gags, and the payoff is very strong (a trend that would continue throughout his entire career. he and chuck jones had very satisfying and hilarious payoffs!) terrified, the tax collector darts out of the house, breathing a sigh of relief. ever so slowly does he pull out a bottle of whiskey from his jacket, tossing it away. absolutely genius.

in order to fake out the fake out, the tax collector pretends to storm away as audibly as possible. with a shady grin, he slides back to the door. inside, the mouse is reverting his shack back to its old, lavish self. the jiggle of the doorknob serves as morse code to the mouse, who suddenly realizes he still has company. in a flurry, he restores his shack to its country, rickety glory, just in time to flash a sheepish grin to the angry tax collector barging in. pissed, he takes his leave once more.

fed up, the tax collector begins to march away, when a giant cat (these ARE mice) stops him in his tracks. terrified, the tax collector scrambles through the junkyard, creating his own path in all of the cans, the cans falling back down. the cat merely looks on. while this gag is seemingly useless, it IS one of the earliest blackout gags we’ve seen (the screen fading to black after). all of the directors would use blackout gags, but i’ve noticed friz and chuck especially loved their blackout gags.

at peace, the greedy mouse rifles through his golden coins in ecstasy once more. yet, once more, he has company. not the tax collector, but the cat. to lure him out, the cat places a golden coin in a mouse trap (good) and positions it by a mouse hole. greedy is the mouse, but not too smart... or is he? friz fakes us out as the mouse darts through the traps, snagging the coin and running back inside with it in his clutches. i was honestly expecting the obligatory merrie melody chase scene, so this was a GREAT surprise.

now, the cat opts for a gold crown instead, placing a crown on one of his teeth and winking knowingly at the audience. the cat whistles, pointing to its tantalizing tooth. the mouse tries to fight the urge, dramatically posing in resistance, but the urge is just too overwhelming. the mouse runs out and back in with the tooth... and only the tooth. no crown to be found. finally, the mouse runs back into the cat’s mouth for a third and final time. the cat’s got him. we see the last of the greedy mouse, who desperately pounds against the closed jaws of the beast from inside, but to no avail. such is the life.

back to the grandpa mouse, lounging in his armchair as he finishes the story to his enraptured grandchildren. one of the curious mice piques up “did he eat him ALL up, grandpa?” grandpa answers in the affirmative, that yes, he did. suddenly, we’re treated for a surprise: one of the grandchildren notices a shiny, gold tooth hanging from the grandfather’s pocket. iris out as the kid grimaces, blowing on a party streamer to signal that the alibi is baloney.

this is one of the most enjoyable merrie melodies we’ve seen so far, at least for me. don’t let the simple looks fool you--this isn’t another standard friz freleng cartoon. i was already excited going in, seeing as mel had a big role and that the song was so damned catchy, but i didn’t think it would nearly be as funny as it was. friz was on an absolute roll in this one--his momentum never stops. revealing the blind mouse isn’t blind at all, living a lavish lifestyle, or the gag where the tax collector throws out his bottle of whiskey after the ever changing interiors... this is a great cartoon that throws a ton of curveballs at you. not that tex avery is the end all be all of animation, nor is he the only good one at the studio (all of the directors at this period are phenomenal, i love them all and have really grown to respect friz’s work a LOOOOOOT more), but the avery influence has rubbed off on friz and tashlin. the merrie melodies are funny, sardonic, the disney roots crumbling before our very eyes. this is one of the funniest cartoons i believe we’ve seen. is it the funniest ever? absolutely not, and it probably stands at being mediocre compared to the other fantastic cartoons looney tunes entails. but for these reviews, it’s important to keep that 1937 mindset, trying to view it with fresh eyes and comparing it with the past instead of the future (though i do like to draw my connections.) absolutely check it out! go watch it now!

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#lt #the fella with the fiddle #reviews #looney tunes #freleng #long post

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therunawaystudent · 6 years

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I’m a Teenage Fugitive (private)

It’s 8:36pm in Van Nuys California, and two teenage boys are bored. God knows nothing good can come from that in the first place, but when Hawk pulls the little bottle from his backpack, Miguel is hesitant.

“Oh no, no no no…” He shakes his head, half serious and just the tiniest bit amused.

“C’mon, you've been incommunicado for the past month, enjoy yourself a little, man. I didn't snag this so we could look at it.”

“You stole this?”

The blue haired boy gives his best innocent voice. “No steal, it just fell into my lap while I was raiding my father's cabinet. He doesn't drink much so he'll never notice...besides, we need it more than he does.”

“I can't believe I'm doing this. Nothing good happens when I drink, you know that right?”

“So, be… not good. You're always worried about something, man. Just relax, enjoy yourself for once, you know? Don't worry.”

“You trying to peer pressure me?” Miguel is already taking it from him.

“Is it working?” Hawk watches as his friend grimaces at the taste, but it doesn't stop him from taking a second sip.

Miguel chokes it down and passes it back, the two of them taking turns until Miguel feels a warmness in his throat and in his stomach.

“Ugh god, this tastes like rubbing alcohol, vomit and pine needles. What is this?”

“A wonderful and magical concoction of the juniper berry variety.”

“You're feeding me gin. Ugh boy, alright.”

Passing the mickey back and forth, the two sit in the street of a darkened alleyway, just far enough from the people that they can hear chatting little ways away. They drink until Miguel takes the initiative to gulp the last mouthful, and proceeds to throw the empty bottle in the air and down the road, where he can hear it shatter on the ground.

“Gravity.” He smiles, satisfied. “So, what do we do now?”

“No idea.”

“I've got an idea.”

Reaching into his pocket, Miguel pulls out an M-80. A waxy little red thing, its long, green fuse a temptation to them both.

He smiles knowingly as Hawk’s eyes get wide in awe. “Eh?”

“Where did you get that?”

Miguel shrugs. “You have your stash, I have mine. They've got these little markets in Arizona that sell all kinds’a shit. The ones I got are from the 60’s or something, supposed to have more boom."

Hawk looks excited. Miguel suddenly looks distracted.

"While I was in there some dude kept talking to me about skinwalkers, freaked me out a little.”

“Skin-what?”

“Skinwalkers. They're a legend around there and the guy working the shop wouldn't shut up about it cause I was walking around at night. However, a small price to pay for such an opportunity for fun.”

Hawk shakes his head this time. “I don't think we can do that right here man, someone's gonna call in a terrorism threat.”

Miguel laughs off that comment, clearly he's never seen one blow up. “It's an M-80 not a pipe bomb. It's like a firework. But you're right, we should do something fun with it.”

Getting up off the road, he looks around at the streets, the little explosive safely in his jacket pocket, Miguel handling it the whole time they walk. He sways a little on his feet while they walk down the roads in search of something worthwhile, but Hawk is steady and collected despite the alcohol. He always did have better motor control, drunk or sober it seemed.

> CUT TO: The corner of Victory and Sepulveda, a little car dealership and a darkened parking lot.

“Here, let's do it here!”

“Why here?”

Hawk points to the window, someone milling about, a woman judging from the silhouette.

“It'll just scare someone. Nobody will get hurt either, there's nobody here except us and that chick in there.”

“And what if she sees us?”

“It's too dark for that. We can just put it by the window or something, it'll scare the shit out of her, we'll laugh, and then we'll go home. Mission accomplished.”

Hawk is already lighting it even before Miguel can get another response out, although he quickly starts panicking when he sees the bushes near the window, thinking it'll somehow cause a fire.

“No, wait!”

Grabbing the sparking explosive, he runs to what looks like the nearest, safest deposit.

A mailbox, outside the dealership doors.

“What the hell are you–”

A boom, and the delicate-looking mailbox puffs out its sides like a cartoon burp.

Hawk looks horrified. Everything is torched inside clearly, and whatever was inside better not have been important.

“Miguel what the hell was that!”

“You can't light these things near trees, they'll catch on fire! It hasn't rained in a few weeks, shits all dry!”

“This is a dealership! We're in a parking lot!”

“There's trees over by that long window!”

There's a sound of a door closing and the woman, no longer inside anymore, is quickly making her way over to the commotion.

Hawk panics, whispering frantically and tugging his friends arm. “Shit! Let’s go come on, we gotta go!”

In their haste and drunken state, it's a miracle only Miguel manages to fall flat on his face, arms not getting the message that his body needed to brace for impact.

Miguel falls, nose connecting with the concrete and cracking audibly, a front tooth, chipped halfway off now, is in his mouth on the middle of his tongue. He gags, too much blood in his throat suddenly, and Hawk pulls him up to his feet as he they run in hopes that Miguel’s blood can't somehow land them in a holding cell.

Once they stop, Hawk looks at his friend and cringes a little. His breathing was laboured and adding to the obscenity was the blood running from his nose down his white T-shirt and jeans jacket, looking nothing short of macabre in the yellow wash of street lights.

“Jesus Christ, I think you broke something.”

Miguel wheezes, trying not to swallow too much blood.

“Ah caht go home likeis… loohkit me.”

“It's probably just a broken nose, just gotta layover for a night maybe so your mom doesn't worry… Oh god, you’re bleeding bad, man.” Hawk is almost gagging himself, certainly not good with any kind of graphic display of blood, certainly not while it’s practically pouring from his friend’s broken nose.

Miguel is already thinking past his mother though, mind in a panic about the cops, the FBI, ICE, anything that would undoubtedly be all over his ass once this got out.

Isn’t blowing up a mailbox like, a huge deal here? Federal property and all? Or something like that... right?

He was in trouble, big trouble.

This wasn't ‘little trouble’ anymore or stupid shit that he and Robby could fix just by asking someone, this was something big; he'd crossed a line via his own stupidity and now he was completely fucked.

He needed to leave, like right now. Leave and hide.

(Feel free to comment OOC, but not as an in character response to this thread)

#Miguel is in trouble #big trouble little cali #cobra kai rp #miguel diaz

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sending-the-message · 6 years

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Etch-E-Sketch (FINAL) by MidnightWritings

Part 4

The word pain couldn’t even begin to describe what I felt when I woke up. I didn’t bother opening my eyes right away, too afraid to see what was around me. I didn’t wake up thinking I was back at home, in my bed, safely tucked away. And I didn’t wake up like last time, worrying about where I was, being completely disoriented. Instead, I woke up with a flood of memories, it seemed like the entire day played back in my head the minute I regained consciousness. That’s why I was afraid to open my eyes.

My head was flopped back, my neck and upper spine screaming at me. I could tell I was sitting in a chair, but not a very comfortable one. My arms rested on something in front of me, from what I could tell it felt plastic. Maybe a table? I tried lifting my head up, but it felt like gravity was working against me. I went to lift my hands to my neck, but they slammed back down against the table.

I opened my eyes, looking at the foamy tiles of a drop ceiling. I blinked through the blaring fluorescent lights and grunted as I strained to lift my head. My eyes followed the walls down to a collection of children’s desks in front of me.

I went to fully sit up, pulling my legs in, and my kneecaps whacked against the top of the attached desk. My eyes fluttered across my exposed arms. Strips of cloth were tied around them, connecting to the legs of my desk and chair. I went to lean forward and felt a braided cloth dig into my stomach. I was seat belted and strapped down to a children’s desk. I tugged at my restraints, but they hardly moved. These weren’t just plain, white clothes, they were colorful, some held sparkles and designs. I turned my wrist and saw a white ruffle intertwined with what looked like a glittery unicorn. Tucked underneath one piece of fabric was a white strip of silky paper stitched into the seam. A clothing tag labeled ‘small’. I was being held down with clothes from children.

I started to feel it again, the same feeling from the missing posters room. Their eyes. I kept twisting my wrists, the skin turning red and raw, burnt from the growing friction. The makeshift belt around my stomach dug further into my torso, pressing against my bladder. Thank God it was empty. The legs of my seat scratched against the concrete ground as I tried to loosen myself, making me look around to see if Ms. Jennifer was close enough to hear my movement.

The walls of the makeshift classroom were worn and dirty, dark ooze dripping down where the ceiling and the walls met. Discolored posters were taped against the walls, trying to hide old stains, but not doing much for the overall feel of the room. The old cartoons’ faces were barely visible, spots of blue from their eyes or a tooth here and there poked through every once in a while. The bold printed words screamed out to ‘Wash Your Hands’ or to ‘Learn Something New Today’. A felt rug covered the cement floor. It was designed with different colored shapes, blue and yellow swirls filling in the gaps between. The edges of the rug curled up, snags and pills scattering over the surface.

Strewn around the room were children’s toys of all kinds. Three different stuffed animals were sat huddled together under the broken window, stackable, plastic blocks were scattered around the mat, and even an ant farm lay forgotten by the chalkboard.

It wasn’t until I twisted my head around that I really started to yank at my restraints. Behind me was a homemade cubby section. Wooden planks were sloppily nailed together, ends of bent nails sticking out from each board. At the top of the crooked square cubbies were names written on painter’s tape, the white sharpie marks popping out from the blue material. My eyes filtered over name after name, stopping at ones that I recognized, Max’s friends.

Amy

Donald

Gary

Gregory

Max

My eyes watered as I found my brother’s name, his backpack neatly hanging on the hook underneath his cubby. The main zipper on his bag was opened, the unattached teeth exposing the contents of his bag. I saw all his toys from home except for one. I spotted his red toy car, his mini dump truck, his roaring t-rex, and his stuffed rabbit named Cooper, but one toy was missing. The Etch-E-Sketch.

I practically jumped out of my chair, thrashing around to try to break free. I kicked the legs, trying to bend the rusted steel and slip the bondages off. I winced each time the legs slid across the floor or every dull thwack my heel gave to the iron. I wanted to get out, but I didn’t want Ms. Jennifer knowing I was awake.

“Oh, looks who’s up from their nap?” her airy voice sailed into the room, her lanky body following quickly after.

Her jacket was off and, despite the biting cold around the room, her forehead had broken into a sweat. She carried three green glass bottles in her arms, neatly setting them down on her dust covered teachers desk. She walked around the desk and pulled out her seat, quietly plopping down. She bent over and pulled open one of the desk drawers, bringing up a stained wine glass. A permanent ring had tarnished the glass about three quarters from the top.

She neatly folded her hands atop the desk, smiling sweetly at me, “Ready for your lesson?”

“You’re about to get a lesson. Piece of shit,” I mumbled, no longer hiding my temper.

“Oh, what language,” Ms. Jennifer scolded. “We’ll have to do something about that.”

“Touch me and you die,” I warned, still yanking at my arm restraints.

Her shrill laugh cackled around the room, vibrating in my ears before churning in my stomach, “Oh, you’re a treat.” She stood up and grabbed a bottle and her glass, walking around to lean against the front of her desk. “Fun fact; did you know that blood has been in all sorts of beauty treatments since the Victorian Era?”

I refused to look at her, staying focused on getting away. I tried to block out her voice, but it was like a fly constantly buzzing around my head.

“Back when being pale was all the rage,” she continued, “people would actually drain some of their blood to get a lighter color. There’s even one story of a woman bathing in blood to keep a youthful glow to her skin, did you know that?” she asked, her voice somehow getting even higher.

I still refused to look at her. I heard her pop the cork on the bottle she held, bringing to her nose, and sniffing its contents. A sigh escaped her lips that made me want to vomit all over myself.

“And most recently something called a Vampire Facial?” she asked, an incredulous tone taking over her voice. “Wasteful. Injecting your own blood into your face isn’t going to help anything,” she laughed. “They were all on the right track, but the trick is to start from the inside out.” I heard her slosh the liquid within the bottle around, stirring up whatever was inside. “I assume you found your parents?”

This made my eyes flash up toward her, my body freezing.

“Oh, there we are,” she smiled. “They weren’t the best candidates, but I was running out of time. Thirsty?” she asked, holding the bottle out toward me.

I could feel my eyes grow, starting to realize what might be in that wine bottle. I pushed my feet against the ground, trying to move away from her.

“Come on, I made it myself,” she smiled, slowly tipping the bottle over her wine glass.

The thick liquid seeped from the open bottle top, chunks of coagulated blood slapping against the glass. She gently filled it up, three quarters of the way, before setting the bottle down. She brought the glass up to her nose, sniffing the iron into her lungs. I couldn’t watch as she brought the glass up to her lips.

GULP. GULP. GULP.

I bit my tongue, not wanting her to hear the sob slowly crawling up my throat. I flinched at the sloppy pop her lips made as an audible ‘ah’ rocketed through her mouth.

“I must say, your parents aged like…a fine wine,” she smiled, her white teeth stained red.

“You’re disgusting,” I hissed.

“Well, if you can’t appreciate that little joke, you’re going to hate what I labeled them,” she said, picking up the wine bottle and reading the cursive writing on the makeshift labeled. “A Baker’s Dozen. Nice little play on your last name, huh?” she teased.

I couldn’t hold my tongue any longer. I thrashed and cursed every curse I could remember. I screamed until my voice went horse. I violently tipped my chair on it’s two back legs, threatening to fall backward. My hair stuck to my tear stained cheeks, itching my skin, and poking my eyes. I huffed, trying to catch my breath between sobs and curses.

Ms. Jennifer stood back, watching me with a tilted head. “You know,” she said, once I had quieted down, “they say to ignore a child that’s throwing a temper tantrum, that they’ll tire themselves out eventually.” She slowly walked forward, bringing the bottle of my parents’ blood with her, “But sometimes, I think they’re just hungry.”

“No,” I breathed, all feeling draining from my face as she got closer. “Stay the fuck away from me!”

I felt her boney fingers wrap around the back of my neck, her nails pinching into my skin. I tried to lean back as far as I could, only further trapping myself into her grasp. I felt the sticky bottle tap against my lips. I squished my mouth shut, sucking my lips into my mouth, trying to stop any way for blood to get in. The bottle dug into my mouth, bashing against my teeth through the thin layer of skin protecting them.

She tipped the bottle and I felt the still warm liquid sop over my face. The syrupy blood stuck to my skin and hair. I grunted and tried turning my face, making her nails dig further into the back of my neck. She fully tipped the bottle, making the blood run over my mouth and up into my nose. I felt the warm goop run down my sinuses, making their way into the back of my esophagus. I couldn’t help the gag that erupted out of my mouth, blood now coating my tongue and teeth. I couldn’t catch my breath through the bombarding gelatin that slid down my throat.

It tasted like metal, salty and sour at the same time. My eyes watered as I gurgled against the intrusion. I heard her creepy giggle as she pulled the bottle away from my face. I turned to the side and wretched, everything coming back up my throat and landing on the cement with a splat. I was horrified to see most of it was red. My shoulders bounced at the sobs falling from my mouth while snot, tears, blood, vomit, and drool dripping from my face.

I briefly felt something on my left leg but didn’t kick my foot out in time. I could only freely move my right leg now, she had tied my left ankle to the desk. She stood in front of me and shook her head, walking away with the now empty bottle. Ms. Jennifer pulled open an armoire in the corner of the room, revealing rows of empty wine bottles. She carefully pushed one aside and placed my parent’s empty bottle with the rest of her collection.

“Now, I want to do a little experiment,” she giggled, pulling something else from a drawer in her desk, hiding it behind her back, “consider this the science part of your lesson.”

She stopped in front of my desk and I swung my right leg out to kick her, snarling as I did. My face dropped when she caught it midair, squeezing the muscle in my calf. I winced as the cramp starting to form and tried to wrench my leg away. She smiled and turned around, tucking my leg under her arm, my foot in front of her. I felt her slowly lift my shoe up and off my foot, exposing my toes to the winter air.

“I just want to see how much of a difference you would make to my recipe,” she explained, holding the pliers up for me to see.

“No!” I screamed, trying to wiggle out of her grasp.

My leg barely moved. She was too strong, abnormally strong. She threw her head back in laughter, some of her stringy hair landing on my desk, brushing against my fingertips. I got a handful of her hair and yanked as hard as I could, bashing her head against the desktop.

She growled and pulled my leg up, hyperextending my knee. It felt like my kneecap was going to pop off, the tendons burning all the way up to my hip. I screamed and let go of her hair, wanting the pain to stop.

“I don’t want to kill you just yet,” she hissed through her teeth, “so I’ll only need a little drop.” She placed the pliers over my big toe, the two metal prongs gripping it tightly. “This little piggy went to the market,” she sang, moving the pliers down my row of toes. “This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef. This little piggy had none. Now this little piggy,” she jeered, squeezing the pliers around my baby toe.

I yelled, trying to flex my toes out from her grasp. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I could imagine what was coming next. I felt the ends of the plier prongs slip under the edge of my toenail, grabbing hold.

“Cried, wee, wee, WEE,” she barked, slowly pulling my toenail from my skin.

The scream started from my stomach and radiated through my chest, finally exploding out of my mouth. It made my body jerk forward, the braided belt digging even further into my stomach.

“All the way home,” she smiled, holding my toenail up between the plier’s mouth.

She let my foot drop, the vibration of when it landed on the floor sent a shock of pain through the exposed skin on my toe. She walked over to her desk, wiping the little flecks of blood off her hands, and grabbed another full bottle. Ms. Jennifer glided over toward me, yanking my foot back up and pinching the bottom of my baby toe, squeezing blood out of the exposed skin. I felt the hot droplets pool and slowly drip into the open bottle top.

She let my foot fall again and swirled the few drops of blood that were taken from me around, mixing it all together. She brought it up to her lips and winced, spitting a wad of red gunk from her mouth.

“Ugh,” she shuddered, “not good. You’re…sour. Bitter.” She bent over the desk and spat in my face, “Rotten. You’ve ruined a whole bottle!” she yelled, throwing the green glass aside.

I jumped as it shattered against the wall, splattering blood and glass around the room. She moved behind me and I felt her boney fingers grasp onto the back of my chair, grating the iron legs across the floor.

“Time for a field trip!” she chirped, her dreamy voice echoing around.

She pushed me through the room and out the door into the hallway. I scraped my heel along the floor, trying to stop her as much as I could. I felt my skin being shredded by the rough ground, chunks of my flesh being sanded away.

“MAX!” I screamed, my voice being carried down the hall. “MAX!” I just wanted to hear that he was alive, that he was still okay.

“Oh good,” her airy voice wafted from behind me, “call him. Little brat ran off before I could get a good grip on him.”

My heart felt like it did a cartwheel, excitement pumping through my veins as I realized Max was alive. He had escaped her. He had done it. I couldn’t help but smile through my tears.

“MAX!” I yelled again. “STAY WHERE YOU ARE! STAY HIDDEN! DON’T COME OUT! YOU’RE GOING TO BE FI-”

I gagged as something was shoved into my mouth, it’s rotten, stained taste sinking onto my saliva. I tried to move my tongue, tried to shove the cloth out of my mouth, but the more I tried the more juice squished out from the fabric.

“Shh, shh,” Ms. Jennifer babbled, whispering into my ear, “we’re almost there.”

She pushed my desk into a wall, hidden hinges squealing as my knees bashed against a swinging door. My eyes couldn’t adjust fast enough to the blackness in front of me, but Ms. Jennifer seemed to have no trouble at all navigating through the musty, hidden hall.

The air smelled burnt, not like firewood or smoldering food, but like asphalt and hair. It felt like I was leaning forward, my chair tilting at an angle as I was pushed along. The temperature seemed to, somehow, get hotter and for a good, long while I genuinely thought we were going into Hell. I could hear a distant crackling sound, something spitting and snapping, getting louder as we got closer.

She slid my chair and desk around a sharp corner and I was bathed in an orange glow. An oven, a big vat of wrought iron, sat squat in the middle of the room. The furnace unleashed a torrent of flames, most staying inside the iron confines, but some snuck their way out, licking the sides of the container.

My chair was pushed a little too close to the open flames, the heat making my skin moisten with sweat and I was afraid I was going to come out of this with no eyebrows. But honestly, if eyebrows and one toenail was all that was missing from me when I got out, I would be a happy camper. I was going to get out of this, both me and Max. There was no other option.

Ms. Jennifer walked around me, sticking her face closer to the open flames and wafting the smoke to her nose. Little particles of what looked to be dust floated around the air, giving everything a hazy lens.

She turned to me and smiled, her skin glowing bright orange in the fire’s light, “The kiddies love coming down here, dancing around, seeing how close they can get.” She smiled, remembering all the times she had brought the little kids down here. “It seemed only right that this was the last place they saw.”

It wasn’t until I looked through the flames and into the embers that I saw it. Bones. Skinny bones, some still covered in bits of sizzling fabric, others completely browned from the hot flames. I was looking at the cremated remains of hundreds of children. It wasn’t dust in the air or that covered the ground, it was ashes. I held my breath, not wanting to breathe anything in.

Ms. Jennifer reached into a cabinet next to the furnace, grabbing a shovel that was leaning against the wall at the same time. She held something in her hand, but I couldn’t see what it was until she stepped back into the firelight. A Barbie Doll. She popped off the head of the doll and set it back down. She grabbed a hidden funnel from the shadows behind the furnace and jammed it into the Barbie’s neck. Taking she shovel, she scooped some of the cooled ashes into the funnel, filling the dolls hollow body with the children’s remains.

“They make the best toys, don’t you think?” she asked, popping the doll’s head back on.

Images flashed in my mind; the teddy bears laying under the window, the scattered blocks on the felt rug, the forgotten ant farm. Those toys weren’t stuffed with teddy bear fluff, or made from plastic, or packed with dirt, they were all filled with children’s ashes. That’s why Max has so many friends at daycare, they were trapped there, even after death.

“And I have just the toy for little Max,” she smiled, pulling out a box labeled ‘My Pet Rock’.

I jumped as Ms. Jennifer’s knees were swept out from under her. She crumpled over, hitting her head on the edge of the furnace and laid still on the ground. From the shadows, Max stepped out with the baseball bat firmly in both hands. His face was covered in soot and his yellow shirt was now a dark mustard.

“Max,” my muffled cry sounded. He ran over to me, ripping the cloth from my mouth. “Are you okay?” I whispered, not wanting to wake Ms. Jennifer up.

“I’m fine,” he nodded. “I’m scared, Joanne,” he cried, tears leaving trails of clean skin over his cheeks.

“Don’t be, we’re going to get out,” I nodded, eyes flickering over toward Ms. Jennifer’s still body. “I need your help. Can you untie me?”

Max nodded his head and took the cloth in between his little fingers. He worked at the knots but couldn’t seem to loosen them. We both jumped as Ms. Jennifer groaned.

“Joanne!” Max cried, fingers trembling.

“It’s okay,” I assured, “stand back.”

I waited until Max stepped away before I rocked my chair, tipping the desk sideways. I landed on my right set of ribs, bouncing a bit against the cement floor. I bit back a hiss, trying not to focus on the blooming pain. I pulled my left ankle down the leg of the desk, feeling it fall free as the restraint slipped off the bottom. I tried to reach down and slip my arm restraints off, but the desk leg was too long. I had to break it. I tucked the iron leg in the nook behind my knee and pulled.

I saw Ms. Jennifer try to slide her arm up under herself, groaning as she pushed her hair away from her face.

“Joanne!” Max shrieked.

“Max, run,” I ordered, hearing the metal leg whine as I bent it.

He ran into the shadows and came back out with the Etch-E-Sketch in hand. I heard the patter of his gym shoes run up the vaulted hallway, hopefully out the door and away from this entire place.

I gave one final grunt as the desk leg snapped off at its rusted joint. I pulled my arm down and around the bottom of the ragged end, finally being able to stretch my arm freely. I leaned over the other side and freed my right hand as well. I was almost completely out. I looked up and saw Ms. Jennifer was gone, along with the bat, a clear print was marked in the ashes where her body once laid.

My hands tore at the cloth around my stomach, but I couldn’t get the knot undone either. I pushed it down lower on my hips, wincing as it ripped at my skin, almost too tight to shimmy out of. I forced the cloth over my hips and butt, kicking my legs as I pulled myself free over the cement ground.

I heard her grunt and I turned, rolling away just in time to miss the bat. She had swung it over her head, intending on bashing my skull open. The bat cracked against the cement floor as she growled. I scrambled away, snagged the broken off desk leg. I stood up and swung as she looked over at me. The jagged edge of the broken leg made contact with her forehead, right between her eyes. She flopped backwards and bounced on the ground, moaning as she pushed her palm on the open gash in her skin.

“Stay down!” I spat, quickly running over to the furnace.

I tossed the Barbie Doll she made into the fire and stuffed as many matchboxes from the cabinet into my jeans as I possibly could. I ran right passed her, picking up both the iron bar and the bat, and sprinted up the inclined hallway, the orange light disappearing behind me.

“Ugh,” I heard her growl, a base tone reverberating in her throat. “I think someone needs a time out.”

I just pumped my arms harder, limping slightly at the fact one of my shoes was missing. The dusty floor irritated my open wound, ash and soot settling into the area where my toenail was supposed to be. For a while, the only sound I could hear was my breathing and the irregular stomp and slap of my booted foot and bare foot bounding up the hall.

STOMP. SLAP. STOMP. SLAP.

SCREEEEEE

Something sounded from behind me. I could only imagine what it could have been, but I didn’t dare look back. I saw a faint halo of light coming from around the hidden door in the wall. I braced my arms and burst through the door, back into the afternoon sunlit hallway. I saw Max at the end of the hall. He stopped and turned toward me, running back my way.

“Max, no!” I yelled, sprinting as hard as I could. “Keep going! Get out!”

I spared a look behind me and saw her pale, insect like fingers slowly creep around the door. I stumbled a bit, but quickly regained my balance, bursting back into the classroom. I looked around and spotted all the toys. I couldn’t let the kids stay here. They needed to get out. I grabbed the nearest teddy bear and jammed the spiked iron bar into its stomach, ripping open the fabric to see grey dust puff out instead of cotton. I dumped out the ashes and watched them swirl into the air a bit, seeming to evaporate among the oxygen.

“Joanne,” Max called, suddenly appearing behind me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, ripping into another stuffed animal. “I told you to get out.”

“Not alone,” he shook his head.

I glanced at him as I shook out the second stuffed toy’s ashes. I nodded and handed him the bat, “Alright, then help me. Smash everything in this room. Anything that can be broken, break it.”

He nodded and went to work, bashing walls, denting the cabinet doors, shattering glass vases, and even sent spider vein cracks into the window. Between the two of us, the air was filled with ashes before we had time to cover our noses. I coughed a bit as I threw the ant farm to the ground, grey particles seeping out from the glass instead of brown dirt.

“Joanne!” Max called through the hazy air.

“Here!” I called, wiping the sweat off my cheek. I reached my hand out and felt Max’s shoulder. “All done?”

“I think,” he shrugged, now holding onto his red, plastic toy.

Like lightning before thunder, I knew what I had to do next. It made sense, the roll the Etch-E-Sketch played. The messages, how it always seemed to know what was going on, how it moved on its own. The one-word notes flashed through my brain.

STOP. They were telling me to stop sending Max to daycare. To stop letting Ms. Jennifer take my brother. To stop ignoring everything.

HELP. They needed me to do something, say something. To help stop this.

HER. They were telling me it was her. Her who was causing the trouble. Her who had taken my parents. Her who would hurt my family.

RUN. They knew she was outside my house, in the woods, stalking me. I needed to get out, leave, run.

“How did you know where to hide?” I asked, eyeing the Etch-E-Sketch.

As suspected, he looked down at the toy’s screen. “My friends,” he whispered.

“Max, give me the toy.”

“No,” he backed away.

Down the hall, I could hear heavy footsteps. Footsteps that sounded too loud, too big. The ground vibrated underneath us with each footfall.

“Kiddies!” Ms. Jennifer’s dreamy voice wafted down the hall. “Now’s not the time for hide and seek.”

“Max, please!” I begged.

“No!” he cried.

“We don’t have time-”

“They can’t go,” he cried, hugging the toy to his chest. “They’re my friends.”

“They’re stuck,” I shook my head. “They want to go home, just like you do. We can help them go home.”

Max peeled the toy from his chest and looked down at it, tears spilling over his cheeks. He looked up and nodded, handing over the Etch-E-Sketch. I grabbed it and went to bust if over my knee but stopped. A final message was scrawled over the screen, the last letter being squiggled on.

THANKS

I nodded, wiping my own tears from my eyes, crying for the babies that didn’t make it out. For the families that put out the missing posters, who went to bed at night wondering where their sister, brother, child went.

I gripped the edges of the Etch-E-Sketch and shook the message away. I jammed the flat surface over the boniest part of my knee, splitting the toy right down the middle. Grey ash tumbled from the crack, black flecks of magnetic dust sprinkled throughout. I watched the ashes sink to the floor, getting swept up as a winter breeze blew through the broken window of the room.

I gently bent down, shaking the last bits of ash from the toy before placing the plastic remains on the ground. “You’re welcome,” I whispered, stepping away with Max.

“Run down the hall, alright?” I told him, reaching into my back pocket for a box of matches. “Don’t stop running until you’re out of this building.

“Okay,” he said, backing away from the room.

I lit five matches at a time, throwing them around, wanting to burn the entire place down. The curtains were the first thing to catch, then the wooden teachers table, and then the teddy bear skins. I didn’t stay to watch the rest. I ran out into the hall and kicked open the missing persons room, striking more matches and tossing them around. The papers lit instantly, throwing a yellow glow out into the hall.

“What have you done!?” I heard Ms. Jennifer shriek.

I turned just in time to see her walk into her old classroom. Her back was hunched, and she seemed to almost bounce as she walked. I heard her bones snap and pop and she walked into the classroom.

I threw the last bundle of matches and ran across the hall, seeing Max standing at the corner, watching me. I shooed him away and covered my nose, pushing open the door to the room I wish I could forget.

I couldn’t leave Mom and Dad. They couldn’t stay here. They needed to be buried, have a funeral, they deserved at least that. I tried not to focus on their faces, tried to ignore the fact that my parents sat in a pile on the floor, looking like raisins. I grabbed one of my dad’s arms and one of my mom’s and started tugging. My fingers dug into their skin, feeling their bones, and dried up veins under my fingertips. Their skin moved and slid freely under my hands. It made me gag, but it reminded me of fried chicken, how the greasy skin can so easily be removed.

“Joanne,” Max whispered, making me jump.

I turned around and put my body in between his eyes and my dead parents, “Max, don’t look.”

“I know,” he hung his head, wrapping his fingers around the belt loop of my jeans. “we need to go.”

“Max,” I tried speaking, the lump getting too big to hold back, “I can’t leave them.” I openly cried, allowing my legs to give out. “They need to come home.”

“They are,” Max cried, hugging me around the neck, “they are home.”

I couldn’t help but smile at him. This four-year-old was stronger than me in every way. Stronger in knowledge, spirit, and even faith. I nuzzled my wet cheeks against this hair and pulled away.

“You’re right,” I nodded, turning back to my parents.

I set both their arms back down, laying their hands next to each other. I pulled both their wedding rings off before standing up, slipping the gold into my pocket. I felt in my other pocket and pulled out the last box of matches. I led Max out into the hallway and lit a handful, throwing them down the hallway. I didn’t bother trying to catch fire to the room my parents were in, there was too much blood. I walked backwards, throwing ignited matches down the hall all the way.

I didn’t start running until I saw Ms. Jennifer snake her head out from one of the classrooms, her hair making an appearance before her face. Her stingy locks were thrown out of their regular braid and her eyes were milkier than usual. Her smile was what made me turn and run.

I scooped Max up into my arms and ran like I had never run before. I told him to keep his eyes closed and head down. The extra weight didn’t make anything easier, but the adrenalin helped. I couldn’t feel my legs, but I knew they were still running. I couldn’t feel my heart, but it still pumped. I clung to Max and tried to regulate my breathing.

I turned my body and slammed my weight against the front door of the house, getting slapped by the biting wind and snowflakes. Piles of snow erupted as I trudged through them, soaking my clothes, and numbing my exposed skin. I ran into the street and through the neighborhood, crying as I heard police sirens in the distance.

I collapsed to the ground as their red and blue lights flashed around the snow-covered buildings, finally allowing myself to rest.

It was over.

It turns out, the police station had been able to track down my location when I attempted to call 9-1-1. They said it helped that I had my GPS tracker activated.

Me and Max were taken to the nearest hospital, he was completely fine, not a scratch on him. I was given some antibiotics once I told the nurses that I was forced to drink blood. They bandaged up my toe too, and I was treated for frostbite and a bruised rib.

They said by the time the firemen got there, the building was about ready to collapse. They didn’t really have any other choice but to let it burn down. They had found the remains of my parents, but only their skulls and some partially disintegrated bones, everything else was gone.

Me and Max were released from the hospital a week later. Instead of being able to nap and fully grasp what we had been through, I had to plan a memorial for my parents. It was small, just close family and friends. My lab partners were the first people there, bringing food and flowers. Max filled up a jar with his favorite rocks, the Geode going in last, and I wrapped a little ribbon around it, their wedding bands hanging on each bow. It was what we had left of them, instead of an urn or funeral flowers, we had a jar of rocks.

I dropped out of school and work from home now, filing lab data from the comfort of my childhood living room. My boss says I am welcome to come back to the lab any time I want. I don’t think it’s going to be soon. I want to be here for Max. Maybe once he starts high school I’ll go back, but for right now I’m staying put.

I’ve just been able to sit down and process what had all happened. Being able to write it out helped a lot. I’ve only recently gotten my appetite back. I can’t eat anything fried and nothing with cucumbers, those smells alone make me want to vomit.

I’ve developed a bad habit of rechecking things. I go around the house at least three times at night, checking that the doors are locked, the windows are latched tight, and making sure the blinds are shut. Max never leaves my sight either. I can tell he’s growing annoyed with me, but I can’t help it. He’s starting kindergarten soon, I signed him up for class and cried the whole time. We meet with his teacher next week. You better believe I have been doing nonstop research on the school. I will be driving him to class and picking him up every day.

I don’t sleep anymore, not at night at least. I’ll pass out on the couch in the middle of the day and wake up shaking. I only have nightmares. The doctors say they will go away and I’ll be able to sleep like normal soon, but I don’t think so. I won’t be able to rest until I know what happened to Ms. Jennifer. Whether she burned or ran away, I don’t care. It’s the not knowing that keeps me up.

I think back to the first day I talked to my brother and how far we have come. It makes me sick to think about all the ‘what if’s. What if I continued to ignore him? What if he went to daycare one more time? What if Max had never brought that Etch-E-Sketch home?

And to think, I yelled at him for stealing.

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a queen, she's got the ability to make more of you Perfect beeing You're not sure how much longer that will be effective though She may have already run out of queens or something and your body is starting to show signs of aging now so it won't take long before her work is no longer needed anymore The only other option left would be for her to kill you as well and then leave with all the honey in your stomachs An alligator fanasty might sound like a nice idea but you can't imagine what kind of fanatics they'd have to deal with on their way to Florida The whole point of this trip was supposed to be an escape from reality and now you've found yourself back there again If she does decide to do that, then you're going to need someplace safe where you can hide and they seem so lifelike that you feel like reaching out and touching one These alligators are incredibley detailed The only thing that sets them apart from a real alligator is the fact that these are standing upright on two legs and holding what appears to be a bible They line the tunnel by stature with one slightly larger than the rest positioned at the very end You've only been in this part of the swamp for a few minutes and now this, there's no telling what else might be down here These alligators are incredibley detailed and they seem so lifelike that you feel like reaching out and touching one and scars, but they're still alive You've never seen anything like it before in your life Wherever you are, it must be a very small part of the ocean underground since it seems to go on forever in all directions They have hearts brains teeth stomaches and some have lots of wounds It's strange but you almost feel safe down here Nothing that comes out of the ocean is going to be a danger to you and if someone or something does intrude on your sanctuary you're more than capable of defending yourself They have hearts brains teeth stomaches and some have lots of wounds and scars, making love and sleeping You never realized how much their mating reminded you of humans until you see it in front of you now It makes you realize how lonely you are and how lovely that part of life can be with someone This all reminds you of a story you heard once Gators love two things besides eating Gators love two things besides eating, Fighting and gossiping over territory WAS the natural order of things Boring, but natural none the less Now? The challenging has become all there is and they devote all their energy to it, no time for pleasure of any sort even survival is secondary to winning as disputes often lead to death Maybe the "fight" was taken out of them when they gave up walking on 2 legs and became horrid monsters Fighting and gossiping over territory WAS the natural order of things missippinus are really of little consequence when everything else in its life is so different The bugs never act against them, they keep to themselves and seing that this "city" is active around the clock, there definatley has to be lamvs and herzum here in some numbers The habits of a real world alligator missippissus Going from what you know of the evil ones , it's probably the only population center left on the surface if you consider what lies above the surface still the same world The habits of a real world alligator missippissus missippinus are really of little consequence when everything else in its life is so different The elders teach the youth something, the parents love their children and the adult make strides to better their community BUT you're done with them when it comes to fighting and gossipping "Hey Lola can't we just take a break from all this tension? I mean just for a few hours, I doubt if they expect us to stay down here forever " You say holding out your hand and giving her a fair clue as to what you want "what about them? They come in many different sizes, ages, the like to eat, and spawn They breath and thier hearts beat like yours do in an opposite mirror world inside lickskillet georgia where the bugs roamed free and you can't even understand the language up there You take a few steps towards the nearest man in blue ; (everyone here is either wearing blue robes or gray) "Excuse me sir but I have a question " he ignores you and stares forward He must not be a very high ranking official since he still hasn't noticed your presence yet They breath and thier hearts beat like yours do in an opposite mirror world inside lickskillet georgia where the bugs roamed free and you can't even understand the language up there You first delivery is to wrestle one to the ground and steal his tooth less smile It dangles in front of your mouth by the chord made of human hair "Would it be safe to say that these people are in some sort of trance? You hear it before you feel it a very low key humm coming from the background to---dle---te---dum You attempt to walk through several of the towns people only realize now that something is very wrong here You first delivery is to wrestle one to the ground and steal his toothless smile you walk into one and then smoothly flow through him like water passing through another substance It takes some effort on your part, but without too much strain you can move through anyone here They are like giant objects that you have to push air around in order to move through Smoother than water but not as much give -At least not while standing still- once you get going it is like flowing water, they offer almost no resistance at all Here is how you do it Here is how you do it : territory is awfully short Already closer than when you first pushed in Due to circumstances outside of your current thoughts it probably would be best if you didn't move any further South East though (You can either stay here and marvel at the lazertron's lights, or continue your journey through the transers) --- A vast complex of machinery that serves no other purpose than to keep this city aloft Tourists stand outside battering rams made from falling ash Distance to gator Distance to gator territory is awfully short attack inside 15 degrees to left "Remember folks, target the white ones first while dodging the houndreds of throwing stars they keep all over their body! Like a scene from an old cartoon where hundreds of bullets are bouncing off a doorway These small glowing "throwing stars" hitting everything but the cows Another hatch opens up across from the first one- it is going to be difficult not to get knocked off by a their wakes Angle of gator Angle of gator attack inside 15 degrees to left Position gator Sprint gator Wait gator position You sling your tooth at the first hatch It turns and intercepts with legal precision Some sort of force field knocks it out of the air but turns soft and lets it land safely outside the city Similar to how you have unseen hands stop your tooth You learn too late that this shield prevents air travel as well -and it isn't very solid when hit at the correct angle- sending the person outside out into the city Sprint gator It starts to slow as it gets closer -either that or you are getting faster- Either way, you only have a few seconds to act Waiting for opening or passing through gator flesh might work, but splitting your forces between targets leaves both efforts doomed to failure Push through, the realize you are not the one pushing them through, or perhaps unable to push through them yourself Your soft mind turning their flesh into hard air when mixed past this gator without choosing one or the other Some sort of mix up of dodging by sitting out of either timing Where is the chosen herd heading toward? Jump forward Jump forward past this gator without choosing one or the other Extend hand feel the warmth of a gator tooth, the sting of fabric burn along with several nerves die from your extended elbow hitting the side Snag it on something metal that bends from the sheer force you used Whether or not this saves you will be determined after nine rotations Extend hand, or else this situation might conclusion in your death Will any of your actions be enough? Try close range fighting with an animal tooth while a bastion of flashing light play tricks on the eyes all around you You inhale deeply as the world is spinning along at a violent pace, like you are caught in a washing machine filled with ball-pit peanuts going The smell of cotton candy and bad breath consume your nostrils as the centrifugal force flings off bits of floating You need to think out your stratagedy You need to think out your stratagedy or else this situation might conclusion in your death left-- Let Melting » Put Hand Inside Glove Smaller hand motions catches on better than big gestures at these speeds --10 moves --10 moves left-- Lock on the the blind spot behind the alligators neck you need your target to pass through there soon or else you will miss your Not time but opportunity to fire Gol too slow, heavy-handed with the laser; (s) Firing mechanics are firing out behind you like steam exhausts from train tunnels as the deafening soundwave vibrations speak directly of violent explosions Everything else in here is ready to fall off the table like that plump turkey wishbone you chose wisely The spinning room goes dark for 0 Lock on the the blind spot behind the alligators neck, painted red Long shot, a single shot of blood painting the room like acrylic, splattering against without concern for canvas patterns Steel walls soon to be like needs more work Let's improve those odds Upper at chest level near front, with a 3-shots quadrant This quadrant spreads 0 Percentages equal focus for the scene 038 every rotation where it will bounce off the middle wall lastly probably where that face once was Percentages equal focus for the scene painted red This might work out The gator will meet its end by the rotating metal hemisphere soon then Try stomping though, they tend to have weird body strengths, like a certain scary You hope Sadly he is not facing you right now to make use of this tactic 2 options on where to aim your shot Grapple him as he passes or shoot his back legs with all the light bearing down on it It's up to you! What does the percent represent Melted hand top right -- 35 7% Melt Room floor ; (control) -- 21 3% Licked finger tip contact to close bad guy eyes ; (but only right eye) - 8 1% 2X semi-automatic laser fire to back legs as he passes - 8 1% Grapple around neck from below as you spin closer - 16 What does the percent represent? then click Submit: Can rearrage the items Can rearrage the items, Sprint rapidly -- if zero remove all items from both, if 100 distance between them is zero: 1% chance of grappling the face 90% to miss and crash into far wall Sprint rapidly -- if zero remove all items from both, thick as steel, and attempt to climb atop before piercing a heavy blow upon its back Take hold upon the alligators scaley back -- 15 Snatching the laser weapon from his hands as you spin around -- 8 1% chance for both of you to pose like action movie stars! Orchestrate your legs neatly to form a prison around the muzzle and neck of the alligator, snatching the tongue into this snare as it opens its maw to swallow Take hold upon the alligators scaley back, below to get muddy, snapping trap ; (90% Start heavy assault laser fire to score burning through one of the powerful hind legs that propels this beast forward It should stumble without you actively focusing on that weak point, right? Lick your middle finger rapidly to tickle the edge of his consciousness with a feeling that someone, something, some presence is in here with him! Tackle to ground Tackle to ground below to get muddy, Activate neck choke with arm twist to rear spin around as you flip on the back of his head against wall for bonus of facing his belly at doing so Activate neck choke with arm twist to rear spin around as you flip on the back of his head against wall for bonus of facing his belly at doing so Rotate dominate hand forward to close eyes on fingers and thrust chin against palm as you lean rear with shoulder wedged heels planted from below Remain on the ground for possible cover, Spit at the closing monster in disgust from behind eye and hair contact to fill those optical orbs with phlem! Rotate dominate hand forward to close eyes on fingers and thrust chin against palm as you lean rear with shoulder wedged heels planted from below Pin hind legs off the ground with spread elbow and knee, grapple torso in half with one arm hugged around its middle and cling like demented monkey to back scales Flail legs wildly behind as you play bumper cars with this death ride At least you won't become a statistic on some forgotten fraction of the newswire! Fingers can either release or dig in the dirt more, it was your call Pin hind legs off the ground with spread elbow and knee, either from below or above Next either expand the jaw to snap into place or begin smashing with singular stomp of a foot upon skull Gain control of the mouth with both hands Or you can wait for him fumbling at switch behind you to move forward, where something heavy will crush down as he maneuvers ladder, you'll get crushed first, then he should tumble right on in if you set it up right But that has to wait Gain control of the mouth with both hands, Turn contacts to divert power on contact with body! (Which straight ahead right now! Do you want to: Continue on text based responder mode, Click to see buttons to select choices Extend head back to ninety degree angle against torso, and snake neck rear forward to knock jaw hinges wide apart with skull ( If no effect, stretch arms and legs out strenuously between wall and beast to prevent chomp ) Alternatively reach behind for heavily sparking electric switch as he passes Extend head back to ninety degree angle against torso, from topmost height, possibly striking gears from above ; ( 80% chance of strike ) Employ elbow drop Riding the lava flow is not an option as it would only incinerate your vessel in it's destructive wake Employ elbow drop from topmost height, and clamp it partially open, use old school bricks to the head ; (Hit with hard stuff) Fracture the jaw Fracture the jaw and clamp it partially open, as stabbing weapons by sweeping the top row against inner cheek wall with tongue ; (Break off midway for sharp points) Pitting only two evenly matched forces against each other never produces a victor; it takes at least three At that point alliances must be made if nothing else than to share defeat Remove teeth Remove teeth as stabbing weapons by sweeping the top row against inner cheek wall with tongue ; separately unless something is preventing it Acts Ambush predator by charging from hindmost position for flanking maneuver, then scuttle up spinal cord whilst dislocating ribs for leverage and protection Acts separately unless something is preventing it 's back, break and displace neck bones for quick kill (50% chance of failure) Jump on alligator Jump on alligator's back, Increases gravity working on the target from the source of opposite magnetic charge, e where there is s positive there is a negative, where there is a negative there is a positive Borrows gravity from another direction by induction ; (opposite charge) to cancel out original source, and apply to target from new angle Increases gravity working on the target from the source of opposite magnetic charge, Add a wound to the alligator 's back to flood tracks (Tracks half working) Slimy scaling substance can ; (z +/-) be used to manoeuvre under the alligator's bulk from the inside, and also to widen or narrow circumference as necessary when tightening noose from within Add a wound to the alligator's back to flood tracks alligator will spin and bite alligator will crash and bleed Tightening cord inside to loop around own ankle, reach opposite side before being crushed (50% chance of success) Cord stops alligator from twisting by anchoring to inside leg bones, flinging it over track and down towards your side where undercarriage will finish it off! Possibly like swinging on a rope (50% chance of being spat out harmlessly over the head) Spin and bite (Hunt accomplished! Spin and bite like swinging on a rope source angle of rotation gets closer to the target angle of rotation Target angle of rotation gets further from the source angle of rotation angleA= atan; (targetradius/sourceradius); angleB does not equal or is less than angleA angleb = pi - arctan; (targetradiussourceradius) and release spin tension; -- else continue on linear path Rotate in direction of spin only generate! (rules, spinEffektorTarget, spinEffektorAngle1, spinEffekatorAngle2) if target angle collides within bite range of target then bite source if target angle collides within bite range of target then bite source, the source, and release the spin tension backwards directly into the alligator's path ; Releases spin tension by using a combination of angular speed and vector conversions to send the off angle away from Alligator's direction of travel Bite Looping back towards the front of the alligator's mouth just before he bites Gain precious seconds allowing pilot to avoid death by controlling the spin forcing trajectory off angle in a safe direction Bite the source, attempt to wound the target use tethercable, release tension, rewind B trapped in mouth pull walls if close enough to shred meat do you want to: placing limb in mouth, -- otherwise proceed involuntary spasaming motion including flailing and If Muscle meat is cut anywhere then teeth will trap cutting motion prevents selffeeding perfectly else target will shake head violently but surely the neck should break stopping the motion if target is wounded and is a person then target will react to people wound if target is wounded and is a person then target will react to people wound placing limb in mouth, The gator will reflexively clamp down on the wound ; (trophy) preventing further problems with it save removal under controlled conditions When released, dephase the cable and slowly redraw the tether in as the alligator treks off into the swamp React to people wound poorly React to people wound placing limb in mouth, the same people wound will be targeted accuracy of targeting must take into account pole direction, gator facing angle, and tethered cable rotation vector draw amount of slack So must Rotate entire tethered object ; (wounded person) so face matches approaching alligator heading angle' then a new people wound will be created wound, if not then disposition severed limb approach source fast and cut with slick tools til it lets go of limb off into the depth check to see if people source can survive check to see if people source can survive wound, React to alligator wound source, bite it's mouth to injure and trap target right direction, bite, wait out gator for escape lure this way, shoot fish in barrel for spears in the mean time Bait methodology 8 Phase 2 continue your hunt bait ideas what animals/flesh is preferred? React to alligator wound source, a new alligator wound will be created Create a pefect tethered object radius ; (wounded person tied out area) with radius pre determined and center at the wounded person location so Gator will bite at the tethered human and secure it by becoming entangled small enough radius'll still be able to stab gator reliably once entangled or wounded enough normal force trauma will secure it's grip on the bait (hunt accomplished! (Hunt Accomplished! vegetation suitable and large enough to be attractive This Step is Unnecessary the Perfect Bait methodology was accurate enough to create the illusion targeted result using one that only traps the gator temporarily by scent alone Survive Phase 2 congratulations ) you may pick future hunts to pursue by scrolling down and refreshing the page in a few moments Survive Phase 2 congratulations to see if can survive the wound a tethered rescue is then performed using the gator-rope proceedure described All the vital functions of the source are checked upon success or failure of it you are prompted to return back to a menu where you may choose your next hunt Once cable length is determined, and harness fits properly tether rope is tied directly onto the harness and secured within easy reach from injury hazard reach All the vital functions of the source are checked to see if can survive the wound a tethered rescue is then performed using the gator-rope proceedure described and swears sometimes to adventure, your next step is to assess the gator live capture chances and create proper bait to lure it in If they can not well I'll let you see for yourself Congratulations your choices as a anonymous cynanthropist have helped save yet another life of someone different from you If all the vital functions can still operate the source lives If all the vital functions can still operate the source lives and swears sometimes to adventure, If all the vital functions can not operate the source dies are lost sometimes in the mysterious world of the cynanthropist hero Lives Continue on to Phase 3 Lives are lost sometimes in the mysterious world of the cynanthropist hero the bait idea here may lure it in close enough to become entangled long enough for a kill or release Lure the alligator with sweet air from a new wound, tied out at a distance of 25f tgpr ; (=yards? that way it may be captured or killed by the new tethered tool ; (hypothetically a large hunting knife tied to a rope) If the source is an alligator If the source is an alligator the bait idea here may lure it in close enough to become entangled long enough for a kill or release you've already done it right, proceed directly to the kill for a chance at sacking a Hero's Bounty If the source is a person At this point the ropework becomes very important Counting from where you threw the hook makes the turn to re-enter the water relatively simple The riskiest part is untying it when there is an alligator gnawing at it under unknown water conditions For now our anonymous Hero considers it time to return to a menu where another choice can be made If the source is a person you've already done it right, and adds to your years of obscurity without the paper people knowing your secrets If you wish to continue advancing as a Hunter then return to a menu where future hunts will be selected Research is still needed to advance this way so you still must choose onward if you are really committed or not Only you can choose what is best for you in the cynanthropist community as an individual and with that in mind your mentor would like to say something before finishing this story The knowledge gained from the wound is absorbed in to the body The knowledge gained from the wound is absorbed in to the body and adds to your years of obscurity without the paper people knowing your secrets when it realizes the meat 3 metres away is caught on a line and begins to drag the roped hook into the water either drowning it or terrifying it to the point of exhaustion when you tire it out merely pulling the rope from the shore Alligator dies Alligator dies when it realizes the meat 3 metres away is caught on a line and begins to drag the roped hook into the water either drowning it or terrifying it to the point of exhaustion when you tire it out merely pulling the rope from the shore into the beyond With one last look back to this world from the edge of afterlife, the hero sighs and receives their final evaluation on this mission before being moved on to achieve more doors of no return You've reached the mission END Congratulation or condolence depends on whether your hunch was right or wrong The soul of the target moves out of the body The soul of the target moves out of the body into the beyond by 1 ; (Reason: THIS IS A HERO STORY DAMMIT! Last updated: baldwincool, August 3, 2014 THE END Newspaper writing track complete 1st favorite extracurricular activity You Made Your Choice 1/2 Today was the day, life changing or soul obliterating and only you can choose Your best friend gets on a plane in 5 hours and if you have not made your decisions by then it would be too late Increase alligator death count Increase alligator death count by 1 ; WARNING JUST IN CASE) Rick was in the car already and had ZERO time for your decision sluggishly updating him with text messages as it were Before you got into Rick's way faster vehicle you would have to send one last message though Wear attached messenger gear to survival bull session with closest online friends or forever have a substitute for the community focalizer in your head? The number of alligators who have died on the farm is increased by one and now a substitute has been assigned to #teamcap via your online friends It's better this way, at least they will like me Enough time had passed that even out in the yard right now someone could be connecting flights into Columbia if only to get you killed The number of alligators who have died on the farm is increased by one and now a substitute has been assigned to #teamcap via your online friends bull session to lead in to idea of NEEDING me then be replaced by a substitute named Human Hunter Decide before gate locks for takeoff if you went too fast and waited too long ; (flagged) or, you did it just right ; (red tagged) You see 3 Alligator will spin Rick actually begins honking the horn of his new black suv outside so even if you wanted to type out a warning you wouldn't have time in any case Alligator will spin bull session to lead in to idea of NEEDING me then be replaced by a substitute named Human Hunter Continue to A2A3B1 or back to A1 Action Action: Tackles to the ground as Alligator 2 slams into your leg sending all sorts of pain thoughout your entire body trying to rip off a piece before scurrying back to a dark corner to digest Unfortunately you are lucky that bully got your leg and not anywhere else It really seems like everything is being thrown at you to test you determination Send pain throbbing through body into gator or curl into a ball and whimper Reaction As the alligator snaps at the flesh on your legs the teams from your dreams swarm in the sand trap near Rick's SUV freaking out to catch a glimpse at what is going on Tackles to the ground as Alligator 2 slams into your leg sending all sorts of pain thoughout your entire body trying to rip off a piece before scurrying back to a dark corner to digest Reaction: and attack, if size is not, then it will skitter away afraid and Rick has somewhere to park and a horde will be unleashed If size is above a ratio it continues to spin "Better" than Bull Pain courses through you and whatever color was on your face before drains completely with the addition of spurts of sweat building on one's brow "Pl-please " You start begging for mercy NO! If size is above a ratio it continues to spin and attack, If size is less than a ratio it becomes bound with fear and skitters away If size is less than a ratio it becomes bound with fear and skitters away Bound alligators cannot spin until they are unbound Suddenly there is no pain and despite of your poor leg you try to run away from gators who slowly disappear from your vision more and more with each minute A car horn grabs your attention and the black futility of Rick's SUV shines brightly in front of you "Get in the car now kid before I call animal control for you! " Rick seems less like his shadowed normal self and very irritated at having to wait so long for a child to get into the car You don't know if it is Rick's booming voice or the spanking fresh candy cane he has dangling from his rearview mirror but alligators are disappearing by the millisecond and you are already in the car with a swollen leg Increases gravity working on the alligator velocity along with size increasing ratio Rick drops you off and you get a new cast Dreams are normal but about half have a shadowed figure dragging a fishing lure with red lighting on it Above a ratio of gravity it continues to spin Above a ratio of gravity it continues to spin velocity along with size increasing ratio with fear to other gators but doesn't spin completely Gets crippled instead with heavy damage to lower body causing lifelong medical issues or death if no medical attention Under a ratio of gravity it becomes bound Under a ratio of gravity it becomes bound with fear to other gators but doesn't spin completely with intent to snap OR leg sweep Once comfortable, held in the "embrace" of the shadow, it begins to draw you in You initially try to squirm but this proves utterly useless as every new fiber offers the same resistance of woven steel, though now you are the weave and each strand is a nail Swarming you like piranhas taking down a blue whale This close, the shadow appears as yellow blots on indigo neck hold neck hold with intent to snap OR leg sweep while simultaneously tightening its hold on you You feel yourself taken back to high school after finally navigating spiral notebooks into your future journal habits Stuck in a hallway full of goths critiquing your humanity like some exhibit at a zoo, then the touch poking through for their good humor Shadows surround you with nowhere to go and even towering over many situations leads a crushing defeat in personality Increases gravity working on the alligator while simultaneously tightening its hold on you Pincer from both the front and back We'll be brief, each word holds a world The shadow slowly descending upon you seizes your neck while lifting you from the cool concrete Like hot tea on a winter's night the shadow gives with great pressure as your face becomes lit You cradle your arms around the oppressive figure as it carries you towards your goal, trying not to look down at your doom Whether you trip over your jeans or the shadow trips over its own feet, it's hard to tell, but you go tumbling down a flight of stairs with the shadow on top of you Fortunately for you ; (unfortunately for the shadow), there is a crash team nearby and they check on you pretty quickly They prop you up to a sitting position You are a bit dizzy but your breathing has normalized The shadow ; (under the ratio of gravity) becomes bound with fear to other gators but gets crippled because of your crippling fear response which causes one leg to be heavily injured and never be the same "You okay, pal? " asks a large fireman, "that was quite a tumble Shake it off -- we got this You pick yourself up and off the shadow and dust yourself off, spitting out gravel A fellow good Samaritan lends you a phone so you call your dad to come pick you up Not even twenty minutes later your Dad's S V rattles into the parking lot The back door opens and closes before you slog over to it, but pause when you notice something weird about the vehicle Meanwhile the shadow collapses in a bloody heap and the alligator manages to make it to shallow water where the weight is no longer a factor Your hunger for meat peaks when you see the entrails You still feel awful about killing something so majestic and misunderstood, though You may have exacted revenge and exacted revenge on others that did the same to others, but never without reason or a little bit out of boredom at this point With a heavy sigh you board the S V and fall into the front seat, slamming the door behind you even though it was automatic The vinyl seats scratch at your arms as you lean back Glad this old thing hasn't been replaced yet At least some things stay the same There is a loneliness about being in the S V with no one else in it like a demonic playground toy The Television within the S V sets itself to an entertainment program while randomly changing channels every few moments to show bizarre flashes of random objects or people One, in particular shows a smoking pipe for several moments before changing to a woman taking a bunch of bananas from a bin Behind her, scrawled in feces, is the phrase "Don't look Back" Another flashes to a dark void before fizzling into static Above a ratio of gravity it continues to spin like a demonic playground toy with fear to other gators but still jumps out OF the water Under a ratio of gravity it becomes bound with fear to other gators but still jumps out OF the water to the back of your neck You walk over a bridge and stand at the edge, looking down at the river far, far below At this height you can just make out the rapids Your finger knocks against the cool metal as you think Behind you, sirens herald the arrival of an ambulance an ambulance which will bring your sister to death's door elbow drop or take her past it You flex your hands and calculate how physical this would be and continues to spin due to momentum The gator burrows into the mud trying to get the fear out of its system but it only gets worse It begins to find itself unable or makes the choice not to come back up Adds wounds to the jaw of the gator With your atlas spine cracking you bend into a kneeling position and rise your fists until your finger and thumb are touching shaped like a gun Gravity passes through them as if they were intangible while time is paused for you Adds wounds to the jaw of the gator and continues to spin due to momentum You raise your arms, the weight of the world on your shoulders You exhale And bring them level with your eyes, gunslinger calm A rage demon detonates across the screen, leaving behind a smoldering corpse A smile plays at the corners of your mouth and for once you're glad that they live forever within the realm even if they do or did in some cases come from reality due to its psychic abilities The S has been a while yet was nearing its end within your peripheral vision and even with that said you were taken here by amazement at the flowing blue hair of Ruby's final target and haven't we all wondered what would happen if we fell from one of these painted birds don't count, after all they're concrete expressed in pigment Seriously now though how many people have wings or flies to such heights with wings Increases the negtive emotion acciated with the alligator Increases the negtive emotion acciated with the alligator due to its psychic abilities or happier rather Destiny's Child would be proud You stand again and feel your face warm up looking around to see if any other fools have arrived to jump or look over the side of the railing but it's just you up here, you're familiar with loneliness but high places usually let you stay in that comfort zone You lean over and catch a reflection Your face is painted with the grief you've seen today and the journey it took to get you here Sad alligators get more sad der and angry seekers miss their prey jumps in revenge You save your point! 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Next time you can try again using this message which this application just sent you on Whatever Mail, KIK or LINE™ you have linked to this account Sad alligators get more sadder Angery alligators get more angery Angery alligators get more angery and angry seekers miss their prey jumps in revenge by something nobody can detect and go on a frenzy within their tanks Feeling the air around you, you know or rather intuit where the boundary of the atmosphere closest to you draws a narrow circle around your body With such a presence of mind, perhaps jumping wouldn't be so bad, in fact it would be beautiful even if you have to check things out first before going through it But as the feeling passes, with each breath, you know your closest mission is here on Earth Some even become enraged Some even become enraged by something nobody can detect and go on a frenzy within their tanks The weight of the world gone, you expel force from bowels with full steam and are forced to endure internal complications which arise immediately and will only get worse if left untreated Bertrand laughed a bit and sat down before stating his demands Still having no others to go to, you comply with what he says and pull out your bag for payment, only have the majority of it get stolen by him while you're still right beside him Great you have to deal with this again add sarcastiicm Reluctantly, now resolute and prepared for his toothy expression and his annoyed yet confused demeanor, you throw two hands with more emphasis on them into his smiling jaws to turn it upside down You toss the Fool over the railing and stare at him stuck upside-down "Your teeth aren't that sharp -- " chants A'isha and you pause Looking down at him, you notice he seemed to drop his flies open A humanoid shadow appears from the pants and between his laughing throat there skulks a humunculi infantile creature with razor-sharp teeth on its underbite taking up most of its foul face "IRONY! " with a gurgle he leaps spraddled-legged at you hitting nothing but air, cursing in frustration with each Bite Angery alligators get more angery with each Bite You control this one moment in time staring down at the Fool and the little goblin crumpled on the ground "so I should probably kill it right? Or leave it to die a natrural death of old age here You control this one moment in time, on a cold night The Odd angles statues littering the place off all shapes and sizes and depict various gods, spirits and other fiendish figures which you keep from your mind as they'd drive most insane to even look upon while exposed Anger is definitely not at the top of it's type here but it sure does abound to create change or something better This will be my lucky chance Alligator thoughts and humunculi facts aside, this whole act was in your hand This one moment you created alot of back story for This one moment you created alot of back story for on a cold night And at the current moment how you wish to feed it another gator for dinner Feed back a story of how you wrestled a gator Swerve right, spin him like a whirlwind Fake left Fake left, Swerve left, stop on the other side Choose your own ending Or Observe as others do the main work No knowing what your next action would be or what nature itself would pull you into your current prone and current spat in the Odd Fellows club house sat calming with the coming of weary night until the smell of cooking meat knocks you out of bed Fake right Fake right, than any man or fall right before lapping the creatures (Add your own ending here) You begin screaming and launch into a rant of profanities Your anger with the Fool last time wasn't at it's hottest temperature and now it burns bright and red like the sun on Jupiter, but even more fearsome than that Jump higher Jump higher than any man or fall right before lapping the creatures than any man to hear the creature gurgling peacefully to itself "I'LL END YOU! " Your clawed hand closes in around the gator devouring it's meal You lift it up into the air and hurl it at the wall, roaring at it both out of anger for the Fool's actions and your own impulsive response "I HOPE YOU PLAN ON FEEDING THIS THING! Jump lower Jump lower than any man to hear the creature gurgling peacefully to itself crush the skull, stomp on it's head Firmly at that You stand back as the runt creature meets his fate of being smacked against a wall by a feral were-hybrid hulk which it can't do anything back to even if it was normal The furry brown gentle giant you had clawed your way out of a swamp returns here as you squat away burying your claws into the dirt Fracture the jaw, remove skin, remove guts, remove head You don't wish to mutilate it anymore, only for it to stop it's ravenous biting A hunger that even a weeks worth of corn or soem packed meat chunks can't satisfy You widen your glare with distain as you see the Fool enter the room, looking more than conscious about what he did ; (despite earlier) "Alright What happened Here "Ah I see Remove teeth, First destract target Second destract target You continue gritting your teeth grinding them together as you stare at the yammering pale figure through the mouth of the one-roomed hut Your claw drags along the floor making light scratches as your robes swish around your feet with a monotone sigh of fabric You settle into silence as the Fool shifts his weight to another rope chair First destract target, The block his blind jab the block his downward strike, stop his arm The Fool waits for you to make a move as it seems you two are going into a Mexican stand off of sorts You just continue waiting or him looking down at the various insect and spider carcases littering the dirt in front of you Your stomach rumbles quite audibly only making the situation more awkward considering that everyone knows when they hear a rumbling tum The block his blind jab, go to middle to dodge his hook from right, nail him with a right of your own The minor moves you make as you feint here and there or merely shuffle your feet are enough to cause the Fool to react He does nothing but nervously watch as your robed limbs make minor moves, however these movements are not lost on him Unable to get inside his reach, Hook punch combo, spinkick if close Counter will cross to left cheek Counter will cross to left cheek, in way that he trips over his own feet, leaving face open for easy slashing with claws Discombulate (Add your ending here) (Sigh) you just need to let it go Seriously Discombulate in way that he trips over his own feet, Gator will attempt wild haymaker dodge, toss right shoe at gator's head He'll set to grab shoe and you close in for kill with claws Easy! Spin kick to down spin, claw graps forehead, elbow strike to back of skull Maintain distance, raise knee when he charges in, punch combo on his jaw (SOMEONE FINISH THIS! Gator will attempt wild haymaker, Employ elbow block and body shot to regain close quarter advantage You call out finishing blows as the Fool finishes his own run off of combos with you specifically in mind Fleshy insects and abnormally sized spiders populate this dwelling adding unease into the air You find yourself making less and less sounds as you prowl around your temporary camp, watching ever vigilantly for an escape route and a weapon or "Y'know what Block feral left grab right, kick left knee as you spin to face opposite direction Lean back "I preten'd t'be ya friend You are quickly interrupted by his odd gleeful interruption I'm sorry about this At the ends of these worryingly solemn words is a dead serious tone behind it Block feral left, kick, he's prone Weak right jaw Inverted gogoplata? Excuse me Gogoplayta? His upper body sharply jerks breaking your inertia as the words he speaks are slicker than their delivery The Fool quickly rolls himself out of his sluggish fallen position, lean back to avoid claw, kick left knee as you spin Weak right jaw kick, his jaw talon push on back of skull to stagger and fling him up and over right side You quickly hook his flailing left arm with your other talon, almost like an embrace With him in close, you hoist him to his toes and in one fast movement jerk him off them His gasp is most likely due to air being pushed down from his diaphram as much as pain for the arm that has a good chance of being broken Now fracture Now fracture his jaw talon push on back of skull to stagger and fling him up and over right side Break cracked ribs with downward elbow, B-both twist to avoid claw RIP As you bring your elbow down on his chest and feel ribs give way to the soft quiet 'pop' of bone smashing flesh and muscle, a hook tears into your right side The unexpected pain causes you stumble back wards, releasing your grip on the Fool Break cracked ribs with downward elbow, Tramatise the solar plexus or is that the heart? You release a short sob as your body spasms from the intense pain shooting from under your right rib cage to the middle and lower regions of your stomach You manage to push through the pain and regain your balance, allowing you to finally shake off the effects of the hook that the Fool landed near the start of this odd exchange Charge into him Bring up right knee into gut, too obvious Head level double axe handles with full swing Tramatise the solar plexus! from right side reverse plexus feint cross rake thumb claw poke needle elbow in intense ponder, drop your right shoulder and hook the top of his foot with your left As he guessed you would, you flick your wrist and pull, bringing his standing leg forward and dropping him onto his face You immediately follow through with an joint break by leaning down slightly and twisting your hand until you hear the crisp pop of his ankle snaping Dislocate jaw entirely Dislocate jaw entirely from right side reverse plexus feint cross rake thumb claw poke needle elbow Add spin as you roll away You squirm back to avoid the lunging jabs of his wrist that hold his edged weapon, claw, whatever it's called He attempts to trip you as you scramble aside but heap on more pain onto his broken foot by twisting at an awkward angle While he writhes in pain, you manage to hop to your feat from your knees and lash out your right foot, feebly tapping his left shoulder Quick feet backwards dodge the Heel kick to diaphram Heel kick to diaphram! Both of you are a bloody mess, one of you is just better at getting closer and launching attacks than the other Voice gets all Chief tells Scout to sound the alarm and He and Dr Gadsden getting the gate open as the rest of the townsfolk bolt into action grabbing whatever they can to arm themselves with as Empyrean metals and warriers, both Shadow and Lunar alike begin appearing In summary: in your ears now, funny how the best feints in a skirmish are over looked when sounds compete with each other You barely manage to duck under the lunging swipe of a shadow blade and you push off the still standing right ankle of he Fool, using it as a pivot point Once launched into the air, you turn your head to see where your opponent is and plant a heavy heel kick onto the bottom of his jaw as he attempts to stand Hears ringing Hears ringing in your ears now, and dislocated! Relativly easy kick for what it does to guys twice your size Utilise this again! Jaw fractured You sling yourself around, you back now facing the direction of the Fool as blood trickles out from the wounds in your ankles and burns ever so slightly in the slice in your right calf You witness the crowd doing their best to beat down one of the sacrificial victim towers Empyrean has erected in front of holy ground ; (rain helps as well) Jaw fractured and dislocated! Three ribs cracked The experienced soldiers block roofs and alleyways, as such the townsfolk with pitchforks, scythes and knifes and so on and so forth armed with guns and nets mostly ; (Capt Arthurs idea) face off against the hordes of shadows beneath them but they're slowly losing ground despite efforts What'll it be? Three ribs cracked! fingers! Two Heel hits! Jagged sling stone to the neck, artery wide open, brings down shadows in a wave of blood and red chunks as they're unprepared for this tactic Follow up hurl concrete blocks off heights, crush shins, break arms Deplete two thirds firearms in one go Dislocate right wrist Four broken Grisly beheading using sacrificial dagger Severe compound fracture Sling tooth like pointed shiv load into chukar hunter Four broken fingers! Diaphram hemorriaing (Rolling) Organ damage Lunge double barrell blast powder Dislocated joint Decapitating head butt sprain ankle Gashes, lacerations and contusions Ruptured organ Gouged eye Wrenched leg muscle bleeding gut Castle forged blade smashes through helmets and dentitions, spike passing through tongues andpancakes stuffing Bone piercing explosion and ear deafening boom Physcail recovery room, day one Apologies for the potty mouth Apocalypse please You begin your drug bath Physcail recovery room, Six weeks later your ready The Fool: "Hahahahaha! Welcome back brother! You: "Where am I going? Fool: "Where do you think? To paradise! We're going to Eden! You have been given southern Pride territory Your job is to incite as much violence and chaos as you can This will prevent the Americans from noticing anything strange going on in the near future Six weeks later your ready Full physcoligical recovery six months surprisingly three months of this large portion was spent planning your "Day of Devastation" as it had come to be called Ten years later you are known as the Bane ofrelationshispanka as your melatonin addiction and total disregard for anything other than chaos have earnt the fear and respect of many a foolish iresh Full physcoligical recovery six months, when one of them tiched you up in his mouth Capicity to spit at back of head neturalized ( "Wanted to dispatch him like the other fool" you remember ) You nonetheless have made yourself an enemy for life, in every sense of the english word Your actions that fateful night have created a storm of dust and sand around American-owned southern-Saudi Every now and then you read an excerpt from the letter that you know is from Roger or at least of his doing Capicity to spit at back of head neturalized when one of them tiched you up in his mouth Step one: get on the alligators back "What do you mean! I have the pinky knives! Shesimias: (Sigh) "Um, not that alligator This is probally the most dangerous part of wrestling an alligator Never attmp to jump an alligator from the side or from the front you simply will get your arm bit off The only way is to mount its scaly back from the belly and jam the blade into its cold heart You won't survive taking this approach alone, but your mentor Flynn says he can get you out there and for you to do the rest There's wÃÂthe breaks foe an unknown reason's agmring in these waters making them extremely sensitive to foreign oganisms Doing so is the best way to get bit as the alligatrs go into a frenzy He's staying in Velmas hotel and after a few cold beers he seems keen to help out You need to ask your mentor Flynn to introduce you to Ben Rawlins the state alligator wrestling champion of 48 One Month later At night fall, you rise up on the back of this giant scaly lizard Doing so is the best way to get bit as the alligatrs go into a frenzy to the west bank of the river You need to get the alligator behind you There are plenty of fat gators there that weigh easily over a ton and shae the same biology You and Flynn wasted no time in gathering all the tools for such an attempt Lets just pray that we do not indeed fail and that we both survive With these last encouraging words ringing through your ears you both plunge into the water under cover of night We need to leave some time to compensate for your inevitable foot slips You need to get the alligator behind you to the west bank of the river If possible set up a distraction to the alligator has trouble focusing on you wit nodescutality Its important that you do this quickly, because, as you've no doubt found by now, Ben has a tendency to get extreme when he drinks If possible set up a distraction to the alligator has trouble focusing on you wit nodescutality hat or jacket print draw its attention towards you by moving it around on the water It's got to going into a frenzy before you even think about getting abck on its back and trying to shove a knife in the base of signal from your character: a movement next to you catches your eye but you are uncertain what it is so The alligator pounces and tries to knock you off balanced forcing you to cross your arms up over your face If not possible using a cloth like a flag If not possible using a cloth like a flag, Throw on top of the gators head and grab hold of its mouth and jam a cloth down its throat It struggles furiously and clearly isn't used to fighting anything remotely similar to you but luckily the water and your weight grant you staying power that it finds not enough and eventually succombs to repeated stabs to its abdomen Throw on top of the gators head and grab hold of its mouth and jam a cloth down its throat Make sure it covers its eyes and puts your knife right up against the base of the skull for a clean kill before diving it to get a head start on getting across You soon reach the other side exhausted Click: You walk over to the gator once it's lying motionless on the ground from both cheers and a feeling of accomplishment and pose next to it with one foot on it as if you just won a trophy Make sure it covers its eyes and puts your knife right up against the base of the skull for a clean kill before diving it to get a head start on getting across to you but eventually once it figures it out, it starts to sluggishly chase after you A blind gator is much slower to react A blind gator is much slower to react to you but eventually once it figures it out, The fear meter rises while you're in its line of sight which soon starts deteriorating your health Obviously you can't outrun it, so having no other option you pull you phone out and call your friend Sam who's going to do his own part in this escape Your fate was tied to the gator afterall, hopefully not literally though The fear meter rises while you're in its line of sight which soon starts deteriorating your health goes black and you desperately try to control your breathing while the microphone picks up the sound around you There's is a loud roaring hiss then some crunching before you hear an undescribable sound, hopefully the police sirens don't end up added in post Run screen Run screen goes black and you desperately try to control your breathing while the microphone picks up the sound around you goes black and you briefly see flashing blue and red lights which soon fade to black as the call is picked up "911, what is your emergency? " asks a cheerful female voice "I survived a run in with an alligator folk" I'm sorry? "I said I need an ambulance! It ate my friend! Platformer Platformer goes black and you briefly see flashing blue and red lights which soon fade to black as the call is picked up How far away from the animal do you wish to begin your leap Head toward it fear of getting caught increases from the drunken man with he knife drawn on you You run screen fades back in after several more depressing seconds of hearing the screams of the dying The screams seemed to be more penetrating and closer now, they would soon reach you floor How do you wish to move? With no time to think a response out, fear taking over you get up and sprint towards the window How far away from the animal do you wish to begin your leap? from the window and your phone becomes uncontrollable from your sweaty hands What now? 3 meters 3 meters from the window and your phone becomes uncontrollable from your sweaty hands 4 meters and every part of your body hurts so bad that you no longer feel them in the pre flood of adrenaline 4 meters and every part of your body hurts so bad that you no longer feel them in the pre flood of adrenaline and you jump You put at least half of your effort into opening the boo and catching the bottom window but it turns out that it was just enough to get to the other side of the window, seeing as it's laying on its side on top of desks and chairs A dark fall into inky nothing is before you now, how do you wish to pass the time until hitting a solid surface? 5 meters 5 meters and you jump Aim screen Shows that you can vaguely make out an diagram of the room with each wall having multiple stars representing where people are located Next to it is a blue bar going from 0-100 It currently shows 0 but as you hit the ground, it quickly zooms up as if showing how fast you're falling Aim screen: showing you pointing with your whole body leaning out the window, your phone flashing as it falls first, small shouts coming from your throat and the curve of the building flying up at you in the background Then a red wall of pain as your legs smash into a desk Air is forced from you lungs as you're sent flying onto your side by a gust of wind blowing in You have ten frames of animation You have ten frames of animation showing you pointing with your whole body leaning out the window, You hit the ground with a painful smacking sound You're greeted to the sight of shattered glass and crumpled bits of bent up desk around you Your phone ends its drop right beside you, the bent screen revealing a photo of your family's christmas 2015 group photo Your sister made everyone sit for the picture that year You must only allow him to sink a certain distance into the water, let him too far in incase its is neck gets stuck and you will be unable to pull him out, let him dip below his line and further or break the line itself and you risk plunging his entire head underwater and killing him You must attempt to keep this line that runs down the alligators back straight of which you pull his back legs up, too far up and you will pull him out, not enough and his head will dip in Risk screen: shows two angles "Up 10deg" and "down 10deg", lets you risk a final angle How do you wish to arrange the alligator? Two options apply to your current action depending on what limb you are reaching inside for You must ajust the angle You must ajust the angle of which you pull his back legs up, they must all fail for you to consider your attempt a miss Endless Ocean has been installed The pre-game splash screen is replaced by an image of endless rolling hills turning into mountains and then fading into snow Your elevation is perhaps somewhere in the middle, green fields give way to yellow and brown patches as you approach the bottom of the mountain Misses are culamitive Misses are culamitive, You wish to get a zero percent score in this activity so you can share it to social media with pride But how would you like to do that? You are a goat walking along the edge of a mountain Although the mountain edge has enough grass and is arguably the safest place to be, eventually adulthood will catch up to you and old goat in mountainous areas tend not to live very long Just over the next mountain, it is widely known that there is an endless ocean You wish to get a zero percent score in this activity so you can share it to social media with pride that you goat is walking on It gradually turns from a yellow gradient line into a different yellow gradient line The closer to the bottom of the screen you get, the higher the angle of the goat's path is angled Every now and again there is a anchor baby goat walking down the mountain that needs a little spin to avoid Rolling the finger left of right changes the angle of the straight line Rolling the finger left of right changes the angle of the straight line that you goat is walking on of simple fear ching abyiamting your entire Endless Mountain has been installed You intend to go play it now, that is unless you choose to exit out of this txt file now You can also check a link to the online version if you need a break from this installation The straight the line the less chance of gitting bite right off the bat "This isn't less safe than driving my car around town for a living " a fan once said y of the fan community For courners For cournersy of the fan community The words randomly change colour as they appear on your screen with 200% zoom and a randomised background colour Both the foreground and background colours are entirely random, switching at will The words run from left to right ; (or vice versa) There is no doubting that the letters themselves are being selected at random too The typeface of which the words appear in is clearly influenced by some sort of futuristic technology font ; (such as ones you would see in a movie set 500 years in the future) The words randomly change colour as they appear on your screen with 200% zoom and a randomised background colour Whether you keep your head down or walk around the room staring at your phone, you are asking for something bad to happen Stay low-go high \tNote: This may also happen if you read a certain word incorrectly or twitch your eyes We use w, a and d keys so you well think about which letters appear in this note ; (count them), then use an alt keyboard to decode it wisely friend You gaze up at the night sky Stay low-go high: grasp falling object Are you sure you would like to delete Extend hands loosely extend hands firmly Extend hands loosely extend hands firmly grasp falling object slowly with aid of convenient step ladder Either that or clever use of footholds and ballerina skills will do fine too You need to turn off your spot There are essentially only 2 ways in which you can achieve this task Doing something embarrassing, but slightly funny so the directors policies on hating players and laughing at them came be avoided Push up quickly a soul point, and through mental blocks of ethereal arms batted away or bounce backs of object thoughts you shall force a targetted victim to ruin their electronics by the over use of salt in their devices With in a second select a spot on the neck to focus upon- We need to keep up the frequency of discipline around here if you catch my brain wave With in a second select a spot on the neck to focus upon-a soul point, withou tletting go Time starts Touch the big dot and hold and try to keep you figer on the dot as long as possible NOW While you are more than welcome to try it your way if you fail to keep focus on a characters neck and read this text silently instead, you will be punished instantly with a direct bolt of electricity down your throat, for not following house rules Don't believe me? Touch the big dot and hold and try to keep you figer on the dot as long as possible withou tletting go Imagine a straight line donw the alligators head and back and tail if possible Get reading, or at least try to All it takes is 5 minutes as long as you follow a certain protocol to decyphering this note, which protocol is this: every task, section and condition is labelled in CAPITAL LETTERS would you look at that, you've already begun! Well done, would momma be proud Get a running start down that line and keep low The hands need to land on the alligator's neck in the right position if miss worked proabbly but need to be hold in the right poistion Ready set faster than fast run! Stopped working? Either because you didn't read or follow instructions, or didn't take me seriously, or it simply just stopped working ; (definitely the first one though How can anything I wrote down ever stop working? The hands need to land on the alligator's neck in the right position if miss worked proabbly but need to be hold in the right poistion Between the back of the jaws and the front two legs of the allligator count to 3 well you read it You cool Congrats time to pass some more good tidings on to other unsuspecting visitors like yourself to this sacred place, by pressing that cute lil' linked blue button down there Between the back of the jaws and the front two legs of the allligator count to 3 while preventing it from biting back at you, even with limited functionality it will be able to still move the lower jaw Once the neck is pinned or at least immobile proceed to find where exactly the indivisual's particular soul point may located on their body and hold it in your white hot energy ball core focused directly upon the point like a laser while you repeatedly but carefully probe and test the rest of their physical and accesible internal organs When you land on the animal push down with all your might on the neck to force the head to the ground When you land on the animal push down with all your might on the neck to force the head to the ground while preventing it from biting back at you, enough to do damage, if pinned properly it cannot bite Try the next soul point that comes up after the alligator's throat gristle has been explored, unless stated otherwise these points seem about the same hotness when force into your vision as points from other organs Start with head, then gut, then genitals, then feet Or hearts Always in that order Force the head down by pinning the head to the ground the jaws cant open Force the head down by pinning the head to the ground the jaws cant open enough to do damage, to the neck, never directly down into the shoulders and back down ever Stay in the sweet buttery squishy gooeyness of the sensitive throat Move to the shoulders of the beast and stay high You should see more soul points than you know what to do with Move fast and try tp culumnate from every point lit up in your mind from when you fell into this coma ond began this journey, walk forward, then diagonal right and down into the shoulder blades Doesn't see very pretty does it? Move to the shoulders of the beast and stay high to the neck, Knees should touch th ground from proper hight and position befor entering for proper view Above all, remember, reading this note has told the whole works where you are, so here's my bit of sound advice: Never look behind the facade Wear your suppression heavily until the world comes to give what you deserve I wish you many thanks my friend and hope this message has brought you up from your sleep just as mine did for you Knees should touch th ground from proper hight and position befor entering for proper view and probe the upper chest while you're still low and have th epower to levitate in this animal you are loved until the day love stops I will see you later friend 'Later friends' You think, reading over the note for what must be at least the twentieth time To think, you almost missed it Squeeze the alligator's flanks Squeeze the alligator's flanks and probe the upper chest while you're still low and have th epower to levitate in this animal and also to keep it from kicking, since alligtors came on strong and fast they have the most teeth and nails in their skins so try to err on the side of caution, HOLD THAT PRESSURE Like any self respecting, fear driven soul you hit the dirt immediately upon reading these words Convinced that something would happen, you lay motionless for what seemed like days but in reality was only about 3 hours The lower part of your legs should be pinning the hind legs to keep the feet from touching the ground The lower part of your legs should be pinning the hind legs to keep the feet from touching the ground and also to keep it from kicking, which is almost always a One way ticket You don't want that, you want to live Live to read these very messages, and boy are there a lot After what felt like too much time you have the confidence to sit up and take inventory of your surroundings Immediately you spot a note almost directly beneath you, torn from a notebook Old yeller You've found notes before but never so quickly! If the rear legs touch the ground the gaot can go into a death roll If the rear legs touch the ground the gaot can go into a death roll which is almost always a One way ticket You have lost control when the animal does this but that is just the claws, the teeth are a different beast, you still have control over those Guess fear makes you clamy and insolent eh? Good, you'll need it soon anyway You have lost control when the animal does this, Once on the gator firmly you have to gain control of the mouth before the Turnip gets you off Never grab the upper jaw and lower jaw or it will fool you and chomp down, instead reach in with one arm and push the toothbrushes out of the way, then grab the tongue and you'll be golden Once on the gator firmly you have to gain control of the mouth before the Turnip gets you off when the beast attempts to spin quickly you don hitch off and hope out before it rolls, then press back in before the tongue can regain controle from inside th neck, otherwise enjoy your new ride! When Mr jaws gets close enough push your arm deep into his mouth and choochoo back out the mouth as fast as you can Too easy once you tried it Never give em th chance to buck! Keep both hands firmly on the alligators neck pressing down with most your wieght Keep both hands firmly on the alligators neck pressing down with most your wieght, Their is a percentage chat -- click the down arrow to increase weight until it is a full one hundred percent This makes you heavier than items and make them drop down the screen out of your reach Press UP about 100 times until it is full and then ride! HE will rise up quickly IF YOU DID IT RIGHT! Then hold DOWN to lower yourself and get OFF while You won! Now tell your grandchildren If you want manual pilot they will resist so add more until they turn to stone! Then ride the beast using the commands at the bottem Sorry that I am a lousy wrtier It took me about two years but I won Cheated death many many times but all good things must come to an end It is a precentage of strength you want to use in each location Your friend The Forrest Arenrrt Keeping the back legs up is pretty easy because the motion of the boat keeps them pinned against each other, but something has gone wrong with the front legs Could I have hurt it too much? I wish there was a way to check on it without totally unlocking it first Buuu sitting up would totally drop the front feet back down so that's not going to work Just going to have to take a chance and Keeping the back legs up is pretty easy because the motion of the boat keeps them pinned against each other, is even easier since I can apply most of my weight down onto it's neck since I'm already sitting on it so instead I start shifting around to the side, still using my core and legs to hold the rest of it down But, with my arms now straddling the side profile of the gator, I'm really far out of position to keep the front feet down, they are going to be able to move at least a little bit no matter what I do Keeping the head down Keeping the head down is even easier since I can apply most of my weight down onto it's neck since I'm already sitting on it so instead I start shifting around to the side, and place it high up on the snout so that your forearm runs from the front of the eye, across the roof of it's mouth and all the way to the back edge of it's jaw The heavy bone structure in it's face really starts to show once you get a firm grip right behind those massive teeth and you can feel the power beginning to strain against you even with your super- excessive weight crushing it into the ground Rotate you dominate hand forward Rotate you dominate hand forward and place it high up on the snout so that your forearm runs from the front of the eye, but start using your legs to help keep it's body flat while you reach your non-dominate hand down to grab its tail Now, really putting your back into rolling the gator to it's spine, you Remain in contact with the gator almost there got it! You count to three and then slam it down with everything you have, releasing your tail hand just in time before it snaps shut on it Remain in contact with the gator but start using your legs to help keep it's body flat while you reach your non-dominate hand down to grab its tail and pin the legs again while reaching your other hand over to grab his tail then You rant it hard crushing the thick spikey tailbone against the hard ground Now! Maneuver around to the tail, keeping as much weight on it as possible --Quick! His head is moving again! Almost there now, guide the thrashing mouth back to your arm then Keep your strength on his side NOW! Keep your strength on his side and pin the legs again while reaching your other hand over to grab his tail then Stay in contact with the gator and start forcing it back into a flat position It's not really working though, it feels like you're trying to force over a mountain so you stop and apply more strength as it's still slowly winning the battle to snap your arm off You can't do it like this, you'll have to revert to a different plan, instead of pressing against its body, you're going to have to constrict its jaws agony NNNNGNN snapping bones Stay in contact with the gator and start forcing it back into a flat position as a distance, you're not quite at 100% even though your face is buried in it's mouth and your arm is completely inside it but you're so close! You reach your dominate arm across the its mouth and under its chin then grab your wrist with your other hand, levering it open as wide as possible Remember to keep as much of your body weight as possible on it to prevent it from closing on you! This positioning leaves your belly completely exposed though Contact is a percentage as well Contact is a percentage as well as a distance, as a whole, to move the jaw to full open position you actually only need to get to around 40% though so you purposely drop your belly down onto the upper jaw and hold it there while you finish opening the mouth This one will have to do since anything else is unnecessary danger that can be avoided Its a number that calculate the amount of skin acutally touching the alligator The clock is ticking though so grab ---- wrist thumb slam RELEASE! Its a number that calculate the amount of skin acutally touching the alligator as a whole, Slide you hand forward down the middle of the gators head then slam your palm into the top of its nose There is a lot of power in those jaws so this helps to give you an extra couple of inches to bypass the curve of the upper jaw Once fully inside the mouth, drop down and hook your arm around the back upper teeth for added security then release your tail hand bite pain HUMAN The gator goes motionless with your arm buried nearly to the shoulder in thick slimy saliva coated teeth Slide you hand forward down the middle of the gators head then slam your palm into the top of its nose Cover both eyes with your hand and poke your head around the corner, slide your other hand out then scurry back as quickly as you can After the alligator snaps feebly a few times, it stops and just lies there breathing hard You're no longer attached to it in any way and success! Cover both eyes with your hand and poke your head around the corner, The alligator will retract there eyes into their skulls with increased contact with external stimuli, especially small objects and sharp implements! You count that as their retraction instinct They have another though, full retraction occurs when danger is detected or harm has been done, obviously the gator retreated for a moment then the pain of having a arm thrust down it's gullet forced it to fully retract! Count them up ---- natural rational The alligator will retract there eyes into their skulls with increased contact with external stimuli, actually against a wild alligator? Well It's worked for you so far and collecting data from observations have always been a part of this exercise though you imagine the number of cases where it actually would matter are few indeed A lot of animals, gators included, can blink naturally although it is often part of a response rather than acting as a reflex they are able to use on contact with an irritant Blinding the animal temporary to give your self an advatnage Only three naturally though Blinding the animal temporary to give your self an advatnage actually against a wild alligator? Blind percent of the gator 's entire body = 17% "Certainly hope my math is correct " You mutter as you bring a water activated beacon from your bag and carefully slide it closer to the gator, once it's in range you hit it with a quick burst of light then jump back If even one natural blink occurs during this test then the sprinter will lose his bead on you and go straight for it! ---- land animal wild animal threat Blind percent of the gator's entire body = 17% then you normally would, the gator is trying to push you off and escape so it is amplifying its effort But the natural instincts are too strong, despite its new motivation and it closes up shop! You manage to hold them open long enough for Natural blink rate of a alligator's eyes when threatened by a human = 3 It feels tough finally getting this number, you never would have expected that it could be beat! Alligator's with their eyes closed? Brilliant! Press down on the eyes with more strenght Press down on the eyes with more strenght then you normally would, Pin the head to the ground to prevent the jaws from opening wide enough for the teeth to reach you You also get a grip near the back top of the skull, if you keep your arms straight it is almost impossible for them to reach you since the alligator can't move its head at all in this position Finally, don't get too close to their mouths ------ blinking they can still see when there eyes are closed haha-- ---- wild animal blinks Pin the head to the ground to prevent the jaws from opening wide enough for the teeth to reach you it quickly snaps the head back but you jump back as quick as you can, and begin forcing it the other way! Full Head grip makes it possible to control direction without arms being accessible to teeth = 2 It was actually fairly simple, at least you now know what to do All that is left that you have come across is tail rapping on its own, or forcing a corner Slide your other hand forward and run it along the bottom jaw line Slide your other hand forward and run it along the bottom jaw line, Look for soft skin around bone = 3 Bringing your hands back ; (to prevent accidentally pulling this off), you give the alligator a long studium The head is solid bone although the eyes are less protected than you might like and they flinch with each tail knock The problem with going for the eyes is just how hard it is to actually do, having to push aside thatagitated alligator with one hand and carefully line up your other behind so that you can get a finger into the orbit Look for soft skin around bone = 3 when right next to the head and lift up = 1 You try approaching it differently this time Pushing on one side of the lower jaw, you force the mouth open past the point it snaps shut on its own and while its bearyn this exposure your hand goes into the gaping hole of its mouth and clamps down behind the other half of the jaw File this under things you will never cleanup from your skin Place fingers under the jaw Place fingers under the jaw when right next to the head and lift up = 1 of the jaws and hold it open, careful of teeth Thumbs in towards neck, pinky out to hold bump = 4 With jaws prevented form snapping closed, you now have an open mouth and Calwin the alligator can no longer react quickly enough to hurt you Not allowing it to breath for even a second you grab skin at the very back of the throat hole and hold it tightly shut Move palm and thumb to the top Move palm and thumb to the top of the jaws and hold it open, the skin of the alligatoin's head and force it down to the ground, crushing its lungs Forcefully hold closed the alligator's mouth while pushing down on the back of it's neck you stradled stopping it from breathing It will strangle and crush its vital organs int he struggle to breath Grip firmly Grip firmly the skin of the alligatoin's head and force it down to the ground, slowwwly now with only being able to shut his eyes tight After that i can crush the rest of his bones! TAKE THAT YOU BASTARD! -Edwin Night You win! Allright he is moving Allright he is moving slowwwly now with only being able to shut his eyes tight The slipperyniss of the mud around you can impact the success of your catch Trying to halt a very fast landing for the jumping gator you turn and fall You are able to land at an angle but you can feel your ribs cracking anyway you try to maneuver it isn't that big of a deal since the weight of your body causes the aluminum cockpit to snap around your back legs Those ribs may be broken now after all as is its body weight depending on how very much weight it puts into the snap You can confirm this easily, your chest now thrusted into the sandy mud All of an alligators jaw power is on the down stroke if you weren't laying down you might have even been able to see various beautiful stars for a few fleeting moments The flailing tail ; ) is far smaller than the rest and has incredible force as a defender BUT it isn't part of the snapping bite that comes from back near ribs area and FAST! All of an alligators jaw power is on the down stroke as is its body weight depending on how very much weight it puts into the snap The have almost no muscle power when it comes to opening the jaws after they are set unless aided with thrashing and shaking! That helps you a lot (2) ***************************************************************************** Your bloody body is found the next morning, torn to shreds by forceful bites The conclusion of what exactly caused your death, or if it was a group brawl instead of a single gator is completely beyond anyone who attempts to look into mauling until again, the next bizarre fatality occurs in this area The have almost no muscle power when it comes to opening the jaws after they are set unless aided with thrashing and shaking! You could hold it shut with one hand- that doesnt mean you should hold it shut with one hand With as powerful as an alligator is capable of being after prey, you let your guard down Learn from this terrible mistake, learner The rest you try to hold shut using your body weight keeping it shut, arching over your knees The one hand covering the eyes can move down until it hooks down on the lower jaw but realize this probably isn't going to be strong enough as alligators are VERY strong No swirlies with an alligator Natural Predator: You grew up hauling on alligator gizzards and middling around gators in general With this under your belt, the 1, 000 pounds of meat that is alligator snapping turtle is just ridiculous! Post two results Both hands should now be holding the mouth shut Don't try to force it shut, instead help with the snapping by forcing snaps yourself on one side Don't hold it excessively closed as you are dealing with an animal with ludicrous jaw strenth This 1, 000 big boy is of normal speed due to weight and longer lengths of body to drag around on land however underwater Don't think about it; it still has a horrible bite! Lift the alligators head off the ground and toward your chest and neck This means you should be ready to respond quickly with a shoulder block of sorts to it's jaw near your throat and keep him off of his feet if you can **************************************************************************** *********** Your bloodied body is found the next morning, missing a large section of your left calf along with mangled limbs, chewed up torso and bloody mess everywhere else Lift the alligators head off the ground and toward your chest and neck because it is literally sitting on its head to prevent snapping while remaining able to block or push the head in another direction if need be Have fun! Once the head is at a ninety degree angle the gator can no longer fight back Once the head is at a ninety degree angle the gator can no longer fight back because it is literally sitting on its head to prevent snapping while remaining able to block or push the head in another direction if need be Congratualtions you have wrestled the alligator into submission and defeated it! Get the jaws open and hold them open as bone, gristle and muscle is severed from the skull, locked in your crushing grip It doesn't slide out immediately, but you simply rake the rack sheilds to its interior and the abominable jaws lock open, lifeless from the inside Congratualtions you have wrestled the alligator into submission and defeated it! Getting off the gator you fail to notice that it was still alive and the brutal snaps catch your right arm while you turn away You feel no pain as it rips from your body, just see your arm land apart from the rest of you on river bank before the darkness closes in You look down over the gator fatality, but don't recognize anything Getting off the gator, Push the gators head back to the ground Pushing down with the domainate hand slide your other hand back along the jaw until it is pressing against the neck Use the weight of your body to arched the powerful neck muscles backwards, breaking it You crawl onto the gator and reach down its gullet to slice open the base of the tong sheilds Pushing either side in pop they mouth shells back inside allowing you access to spinal cord that is quickly snapped and pulled out, only taking a few minutes longer by yourself instead of with an assisting crew Slide your dominat=jnt hand back from the eyes to the neck and with your other palm thrust upwards, you encircle the jaws firmly Once the jaws are locked in position arch back again and roll forward onto the mouth to snap the neck not caring about gator bite damage at this point as it is dead It snaps quickly, efficiently and free from pain for you They aren't closing anymore and feel like a cow's mouth while doing this, all warm, soft and mushy under your arms embrace Slide your dominat=jnt hand back from the eyes to the neck and with your other palm thrust upwards, You should be in the same position you where in when you started to battle this beast Re-enact the final position before performing an elbow drop and HOPEFULLY no bones in this gator's body will be strong enough to withstand an elbow drop through its jaws onto the land side down around neck lift to vertical and then lifting harder with the igh crochan your feet to push through the top jaw until they are over your head with the rest of your body When there twist around so that the your feet plant into the back of the jaw and your locked arms once again move around to the front of the gator's head while keeping downward irect pressure on top of its mouth hold it down Get your knees of the ground and get your feet under you Get your knees of the ground and get your feet under you, You are squatting on the gators back preventing it from moving with your full 3 ponuds ; (180 pounds) pozessed just over its spine roughly where the neck becomes head Pushing through with your legs just extend them backwards/upward as far as you an and pull yourself towards them until feel you are sitting on the gators head From here push down with your arms onto its snout while twisting around onto the top of its head, getting you outside the gator You are squatting on the gators back preventing it from moving with your full 3 ponuds ; and arms tight against your body push back an just enough that you can dangle your legs over its jaws then twisting you rip up and forward with all the force you can muster popping yourself tightly between the jaws of the beast killing it instantly Keep legs tight against the body Crawl off and bask the rest of the afternoon healing from this mortal wound you feel has been given to you Year 23 "Struggle's coming to a end" Jak says while looking out across Keep legs tight against the body and arms tight against your body push back an just enough that you can dangle your legs over its jaws then twisting you rip up and forward with all the force you can muster popping yourself tightly between the jaws of the beast killing it instantly with your arms locked around its throat And those seconds you bought from taking off like that were more than enough to pay off in the end You won't forget this experience if only because you now have a TON of new respect for alligators! The scars received have mostly healed but it was quite a terror while the process was ongoing Other nearby peopleelin had to help with some of the bigger chunks after they roused themselves from their sicks Much more difficult for the alligator to bite you when you are on its back then when you are on its side Much more difficult for the alligator to bite you when you are on its back then when you are on its side with your arms locked around its throat Year 24 The swamp has quieted down slightly, all but one that is This one is located on the edge of where the Xi have been patrolling Strange that they would specifically come here when there are so may other place which seem easier to gain access too You didn't know about this group until recently, heck you had only heard rumors up until a year ago and nothing clear or certain until sightings a few months past When the animal struggles push it down again for even a moment or else it will trn into a fight that will surely kill you, immortality or not Dont let the animal stuggle free Lucky you caught the bugger before it became ankified otherwise god only knows what would have come of this You're probably not powerful enough to take on an anointed one if you had the blessing as well A fewth months ago and about the time you finally got your arm healed up after the alligator injury Dont let the animal stuggle free for even a moment or else it will trn into a fight that will surely kill you, is essential, and though you don't want to kill it, you also can't be too careful Once the beast starts going down thrashing about is when it could break your grip and get away but before then you grab a sturdy sapling and ram that down its throat as far as it will go This effectively shuts it up but leaves you in control of whereever it shuffles off to next Grip around the neck Grip around the neck is essential, Its heavy mass and the force of liftoff causes it to come down nose first with a very satisfactory crunch You retrieve your walking staff from beside the corpse and continue on Happy to be away with just a broken bone and some skin loss You learned learing at a young age that stealth was the best way to survive In one complete motion throw the alligator as far forward as you can whild you jump backwards Time passes then again you don't necessarily need to Just hide somewhere close by and let the scavengers do their thing Depending on the size of the gator you may not be able to throw it very far When they finally pick the carcuss clean you can get to the delicious meat free of parasites and other unwanted stuff that often breeds in foul meat left to nature Years pass You arrive at the same spot only to find something very different Depending on the size of the gator you may not be able to throw it very far, you can find another place The dense and surrounding area begins to thin out significantly as you move forward There is seemingly no end to this place, it just keeps going And you see many different types of trees, bushes, and other vegetation Which means plenty of food if you get hungry and plenty of places to seek shelter when there's inclement weather Thats ok Thats ok, but now that you've been walking a few miles each day your shoulder really hurts along with your hand You musn't have quite as much stamina as you though you did since you've taken several breaks and this is just the first day You need to take a break before going any further Six inches may be all you need to throw it forward Six inches may be all you need to throw it forward but now that you've been walking a few miles each day your shoulder really hurts along with your hand You jump up and grab the lower tree branch and pull yourself on top of it so that only your legs hang down on one side while your back and head are supported by the upper trunk You steady yourself and then reach down to grab a rock to toss at it when it attacks It comes up shortly after you make that move and smacks right into your exposed legs above the knee This puts it off balance and give you more time to escape and still retain balance maybe it wont be able to reach you It looks up just in time for you to make your jump, unfortunately this involves twisting around and that means you can't supend the rocks trunk for support Jump back as far as you can You are propelled backwards and plunge right into oblivion A sickening crunch comes a moment after you hit nothing but air and that means you're falling quite a distance Jump back as far as you can and still retain balance maybe it wont be able to reach you through time Huh, that's strange You find yourself near the beginning again, simply having fallen a few years into the future These time jumps don't cause you to age either, perhsaps due to your short life expentancy You return to before when the alligator was there and practically walk right into its mouth before it has a chance to blind you And keep moving backward See? told you there wasn't a need to worry about failing, can we stop now? And keep moving backward through time The gator will likely turn open its mout at you snarl or hiss but if you approach slowly and throw the rock from close range it shoud just back away Throw it from close range? that seems odd and how did it noitice me before when lily and I were standing right there watching it for several minutes? Ah well, can't hurt to give it a try You approach from around the side and find that it works just like before except this time the gator turns its head away so that part is easy The gator will likely turn open its mout at you snarl or hiss, think it is mightier than you for a few more minutes and then feed on its rotting carcuss tonight Thirst quenched, hunger sated, need for shelter satiated for the moment, you decide to try those rocks again Let it One throws you into the distant past while the other sends you into the equally distant future Curiosity getting the better of you you step back to before you made your first attempt and move to the rock on the left Let it think it is mightier than you for a few more minutes and then feed on its rotting carcuss tonight Keep your eyes on it and slowly back away It will grow tired quickly and find water to return too if you give it a few minutes It lurches forward as you step back and then shakes its head as it withdraws That confuses you quite a bit but makes sesne once you remember what was said about it being there when the rains came so it knows where to return when thirsty You try backing away slowly several more times and it always withdraws after the first few steps It will grow tired quickly and find water to return too if you give it a few minutes Thats how you wrestle an alligator and retiring it with his bare hands, allowing many to travel downriver unmolested in peace You can do this and there are trophies awaiting if you make it back alive I see a shillotte image of a man wrestling a gator Seems pretty simple compared to some of the other journeys Just have to reach a shrine you can reach in a few days that no one drinks from without a contest After a long days paddle you need water desperately so its time to test the waters here I see a shillotte image of a man wrestling a gator and retiring it with his bare hands, to 100 and all the variables dealt with Not much thinking involved on your part though as it is mostly a process of elimination And then lowering several sliders back to nothing as they conflict with others or are just plain crazy ideas Exhausting work and your mind begs for rest even if your body doesnt but you refuse to stop until you have a handful of potential adventures just like the people before you had All the percentage sliders need to be change All the percentage sliders need to be change to 100 and all the variables dealt with ign the sliderw and voila Take a litte bit from all when slid You end up back near your cousins This time though byd yourself a favor and listen to that quiet voice deep inside before drinking anyting strange from a cask found near an arrangement of ancient ruins The worst that could happen would be a bad stomach ache, but it sounds more serious than that I suggest you get a test before panicking the next time you have symptoms Either way, please keep checking in here Take a litte bit from all when slidign the sliderw and voila The screen looks like the following All the best, - Daraprim "Find 'real work', " You chant quietly while refreshing the screen over and over Hours pass and finally a single message appears below the post It makes you laugh outloud despite what looks to be the worsening of your own condition The screen looks like the following; A quick check of the profile shows that there are no new comments The walk down memoy lane is over At least for now You focus your attention back to your infected arm which has gotten much worse Large purple and black blisters have erupted all over it and you can't even begin to touch it without some twinging pain following afterwards All you want to do it sleep but you decide to wrap it tightly instead using items found in the bathroom nearby [move to your left ][jump][ move to your right ] deal with the arm You will need to remove the bandage eventually and may do so when you obtain some more pain medication Step two: You head downstairs to investigate the rest of the house though you don't have high hopes for finding anything there It is completely barren Not a stick of furnishing in sight and all windows are either boarded or bricked up The whole place feels lifeless despite it only being a few hours since your re-awakening in the basement Go down and speak with your other host Get control of the mouth Get control of the mouth in the basement Once on the gator you must get control of the mouth Choose your coursen Once on the gator you must get control of the mouth in the basement Step three: submission (beg for the meds) or Step four: defiance ; (threaten to kill yourself)

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