#i think the most scared i was was more because randi jumped and THAT startled me

[newspecies]

watched lake mungo with randi today. good movie 👍

[kiebs]

Under the Stars

Fandom: Powerpuff Girls

Pairing: Reds (Blossom/Brick)

Summary:  There were some things worth skipping out on the scared tradition of Scary Movie Night. Blossom found a meteor shower and alone time with your crush to be the worthiest.

Also over on AO3

Part of a challenge for the prompt “things you said under the stars” which @carriedreamerx, @renaerys, and I started over on AO3 for the month of July! If you would like to participate, please check out the page for the PPG Collection Hub over on AO3! :) 

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Blossom spread the blanket with gusto, making sure it fell perfectly, before turning to her partner in crime with a grin. If ditching their siblings and friends were a crime, which Bubbles would probably yell at her for since in her mind, it was. Scary Movie Night was a sacred tradition after all, but there was a meteor shower tonight and you couldn't see quite as well from their house as you could from the wilderness.

Which was why she had snuck both snacks and Brick out the back door when everyone was engrossed in the most recent movie. Said boy was shaking his head, but dutifully dropped down on the blanket. She followed suit as he placed the snacks between them.

"So why are we in the middle of nowhere?" Brick asked.

The quarter moon gave just enough light to see his confused expression, but she would have been able to find him by the faint glow of his eyes. The faintest glow of red situated in a face half in shadow was rather startling if one didn't know about their night vision. Thankfully, she had long since grown used to it from countless Bubbles-inspired movie nights to bridge the gap between the Powerpuff Girls and the Rowdyruff Boys. They hadn't tended to fight at night before the truce in middle school so she had nothing from before then to compare.

Smiling, Blossom buried herself in the long since pilfered sweatshirt, his sweatshirt, and settled herself. The fabric had lost the scent of whatever soap and cologne he used, but it was big, warm, and perfect for sitting outside in a meadow in the Rockies. Maybe she should return it so it would get that scent back. Maybe.

"There's a meteor shower tonight," she answered, looking towards the cloudless sky. A sea of stars twinkled back at her, clusters and clouds of sparkling celestial bodies that the city lights tended to diminish. "I wanted to see it."

"And we couldn't see them from your house?" he grumbled, but he had lied down and she knew he was all talk. He scoffed at himself. "...right, light pollution."

"And could you imagine Butch and Buttercup's complaining?" She giggled and leaned her cheek against her bicep. Her eyebrows rose. "This is much nicer."

"Oh, I know how to make it nicer."

She had barely a moment before warm fingers wrapped around her wrist and tugged. With a yelp, she ended up halfway on top of him with her knee in the pretzel bag.

"Oof!"

"Brick!" Blossom scolded. She wiggled off him and tossed the pretzels over herself before she settled with their arms touching. "Honestly."

"Aww, you don't want to cuddle?"

"We are here to watch a meteor shower! Not be randy teenagers!"

He snickered. "Randy? Seriously?"

"Oh, hush!" When his snickers didn't cease and instead grew, she scowled. "I will take this blanket and go farther up the mountain, so help me!"

"Oh and how will you when I'm on it?" he teased.

Their shoulders bumped.

She wrinkled her nose at him before scoffing. "I think we both know I am more than capable of throwing you."

"And I say you're too nice for that."

His eyes gleamed under the starlight. A teasing grin sat on his lips.

She felt herself grinning back.

"Wanna bet, Rowdyruff?"

The next moment they were tumbling, rolling through the long grass as they wrestled in a way more akin to their green-eyed siblings. Blossom wasn't really sure how it had started, but she had grabbed his sweatshirt and then he grabbed her wrist and the next moment they had abandoned the blanket. Small creatures scampered out of their way, the sound of tiny claws and squeaks just barely heard over their laughter.

The laughter that stuttered to a stop as the ground pitched and suddenly the gentle slope was much sharper. Their rolling picked up speed. Brick cursed and the next moment they were airborne and floating over the trail of crushed grass and foliage.

Blossom found herself surprisingly fine with being held, even if it was only his arms around her waist. Her cheeks warmed.

The drop definitely wouldn't have killed them, let alone hurt, but they had somehow rolled quite a distance from their blanket and snacks. Nevertheless, the evidence of their tussling, not even close to roughhousing, brought a grin and giggles to her lips.

Poorly hiding a snort, she looked over her shoulder at him. She blinked. "Oh! Your hat!"

Brick frowned before he looked up and patted his head. Another curse hissed between his teeth.

They flew over the path of crushed foliage. It couldn't have gotten very far. They hadn't really been fighting and even if they had been, she and Brick had mastered keeping their respective birth items on them at all times so a little tussle wouldn't have sent it flying.

Before long, a flash of red caught her attention. It hadn't fallen very far from the blanket and she scooped it up with a triumphant crow.

Turning with a grin, she ceremoniously dropped it on her head while maintaining eye contact with Brick. His eyebrows lifted, but she couldn't read the rest of his expression. He had become particularly good at controlling his emotions over the years and masking whatever he was feeling. Usually, a smirk sat on his face when he didn't look like he wanted to gut someone, which wasn't really his fault that his face naturally fell into such a distasteful expression! Buttercup had a similar sour resting face, after all.

This face, though, she couldn't read whatever he was feeling. His cheeks were still flushed from them rolling in the grass and, if the moonlight was true, his ears did look a little darker than usual. She had discovered he blushed with his ears sometime in middle school and she found it to be the cutest thing. However, she would never tell him that because heaven forbid the leader of the Rowdyruff Boys be cute.

He hadn't moved. Just stood there and stared.

She floated closer to him.

"Brick?" she called and he jumped, eyes widening. "Sorry! Are you okay?"

Abruptly, he rubbed his mouth with his arm and glanced away from her. "I-I'm fine. You just, uh, surprised me. D-Didn't you say you'd never touch my, uh, 'stinky, smelly hat'?"

Her arm shot out before she could think and she shoved him. He stumbled back a step, but a grin blazed across his face and overtook whatever had been there before. Her cheeks, however, burned.

"I was nine!" she cried. "And you and your brothers had dived into a sewage monster!"

"Were we nine? I'm pretty sure you said that in middle school."

"Oh! Oh, hush!" she huffed and stomped back over to the blanket. "I've probably said that at least once a year since you were born!"

Lifting her nose in the air, she settled herself in her original position, but now with both her arms and legs crossed. She tilted her head away from him with a huff.

Brick chuckled and then he was right in front of her. She more felt than saw him, the pressure of his power, even at rest, hard to ignore. As was his heat, which filled the air around them pleasantly and staved off the chill of night. A shiver crossed her shoulders unbidden and then she was scowling at his smug face.

Or, trying to scowl, because he was very close, almost improperly close. The kind of close that usually led to Robin and Mike rubbing noses or Bubbles and Boomer resting their foreheads together.

Blossom swallowed. Her tongue suddenly felt too big for her mouth. The heat in her cheeks increased. Her fingers twitched.

His eyes were pools of fire, boring into hers even with his eyelids at half-mast. His head tilted towards her and her breath caught.

"I gotta say, Pinky," and he grinned at her grumble, "you do wear the hat well."

She wet her lips. "Of course, I do. Would you…Would you say I wear it better than you?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself." Their noses bumped. Her heartbeat pounded around them, a rapid rhythm echoed by his. "…hey, remember when my brothers and I first showed up and—"

"You were unstable," she cut him off, but their voices were hushed. "A-And that was…on the cheek…"

"Yeah, kind of a letdown," he mumbled. "Let's…correct that, huh?"

"Then…I should…" she let her voice trail and pressed her lips to his.

Her heart leapt. Her fingers tingled and she dropped them to her sides as she leaned more into him.

He snorted, his lips curling up, but she wasn't going to let him drift away after that, not when her everything buzzed in excitement. Not when she finally got to kiss the boy that she had been crushing on for the last year or three.

Her fingers curled into his sweatshirt, pulling him closer with maybe a little too much force. They crashed together, teeth knocking together, and Blossom found herself on her back, staring wide-eyed at an equally surprised Brick. Her cheeks burned, but that didn't stop her own snort from bubbling out.

His own laugh soon followed.

"Get excited there, starlight?" he teased as he flopped next to her.

"What—? What did you call me?" she asked between her giggles. She turned so she was on her side and plucked at his sleeve. "Tiger?"

His ears darkened. She grinned.

"Don't worry about it," he grumbled and she laughed more.

"No, no! You can't do that!" she chastised, leaning against his arm. "Brick!"

He turned abruptly so that they were facing each other again. Their faces were close, so close that only a finger or two breadth separated their noses.

"You don't like it?" he asked in a sharp tone that anyone else would construe as annoyed. Blossom, however, had spent too much time with him now to be fooled.

She smiled at him and tilted her chin up. He was already leaning towards her again.

"I love it."

Their lips pressed together a second time. Her hands cupped his face and his molded to her waist through his own hoodie. The buzzing exploded through her, filling her with a frothy mess of serotonin and endorphins. Their knees knocked together.

They drifted only an inch to breathe, but it was too hard to resist the other. His lips seared hers, but she couldn't really tell if that was his power or just her hormone-addled brain. She didn't care, honestly, too engrossed in the sensations sparking up and down her spine and bouncing around in her stomach and chest. If he burned her a little, what of it? She might have frosted him on accident in her haste to taste him.

A flash of light streaked behind her closed eyelids.

Dread jolted into her throat and she pulled away from the kiss to look up.

"Oh!" she gasped and then— "Oh!"

Blossom may have stopped, but Brick seemed more than content to shower kisses onto her cheek and lower. She shivered, biting her lip at the kisses trailing her throat. Her fingers knotted in his sweatshirt before, finally, she grabbed his chin and turned his face.

"Oh," he mumbled. Her grip stayed firm when he tried to turn his head. "Pinky. Starlight. Blossom."

She relaxed her hold and then curled her fists against her fluttering heart. "Sorry. I…"

"Nah. I'm sorry," he muttered and leaned their foreheads together. "I, uh, got ahead of myself…"

"I liked it," she mumbled. Her lips curled up at him stroking his nose against hers. "…but I really wanted to see this."

They rested there for a long moment, soaking in each other's presence. Even though she said she had wanted to see this meteor shower, she couldn't tear her eyes away from Brick.

His stayed glued on her, too.

"…which shower is this?" he said at long last.

"The…Perseids," she answered. She swallowed. "I like you."

A grin cut across his face, boyish and charming and too infectious to ignore. She grinned back.

"I didn't take you as the type to kiss random boys, anyway," he teased and bumped their noses together again. "I like you too."

The frothy feeling exploded, her whole body tingling like a shaken can of soda. Giggles spilled from her lips and she covered her burning face. Her body felt light and buoyant from the sheer giddiness flooding it.

"Whoa, hey there." Hands gripped her waist and brought her down to Earth. Her ears burned, but it was hard to stifle the euphoria bursting from her everything. Brick raised an eyebrow down at her. "You float like your sister?"

"Like this?" she asked, peeking through her fingers at him. "Only for you."

Heat burst from him, warming the chilly air like a small sun. His cheeks more resembled his eyes, a very rare feat that she would saver until they were old and gray.

She giggled and then laughed aloud when he tugged her hood over her head.

"Didn't you want to watch your dumb stars?" he growled, though really it was more of a whine.

Still giggling, Blossom rolled until she was on her back. She was in too good of a mood to care about his gruff comment because she knew he didn’t actually mean it like that. His hat sat askew on her head, but she really didn't mind, not when he let her use his arm as a headrest.

Meteors streaked across the sky, glittering trails crossing over constellations and the great sea that was the Milky Way. They definitely wouldn't have gotten this view from her house. She probably wouldn't have gotten that kiss either, considering their siblings and Bubbles' overenthusiasm with her sisters' love lives.

Thinking of her bubbly sister and her reaction when she realized that both Blossom and Brick were missing sent a chill down her spine. Blossom refused, of course, to let that ruin her mood and moment, instead snuggling closer to Brick and grinning at him stiffening. She would worry about Bubbles later.

After all, she was warm and cozy and wanted to enjoy her stolen time to the fullest. What better way than a kiss under the stars and snuggles under meteors? She hummed softly with a content smile.

"What's it like?"

Blossom blinked rapidly and looked up at Brick. He continued to stare at the sky, the meteors reflecting in his eyes, skin lit up by the moon and the thousands of stars above them.

"What's what like?" she asked.

"Space."

She let her eyes return to the sky, but she wasn't seeing the dazzling dance or sea of stars beyond it anymore. Her mind was beyond the moon, miles away on an asteroid between Mars and Jupiter. Mind years in the past, before there was their truce, before Rowdyruff, before even Powerpuff.

"Cold," she mumbled. Certainly, she had gone other times over the years, but that first time would forever be carved into her. She swallowed and looked back at him. "You never went?"

"Never tried." He shrugged one shoulder. "Never had a reason."

His gaze didn't waver from the sky.

Her heart thudded in her chest.

"Let's go."

Brick blinked rapidly and turned to her. "What?"

"To space. Let's go," Blossom said, already on her feet and holding her hand out to him. "Do you trust me?"

"I feel like that's a loaded question," he muttered, but took her hand all the same. They lifted into the air. "Didn't you say it was cold?"

Butterflies flitted in her ribcage, all flustered and excited and wobbly. She grinned at him.

"Not if you're there."

[waywardscorpio]

Chapter 3: You're Our Omega And We're Your Alpha's.

Warnings: Violence, Fluff McFluffness, swearing (maybe well most likely), a little sadish I think.

Tag list: @scuzmunkie @braunstrowmangirl @callmekda @luna-obscura @phoenixoffiretwo

*Y/N P.O.V.*

I'm now three and a half months pregnant with Roman, Seth and Dean's babies. I am have three little bundles of joy. My hand rests on my round baby bump as I sat in the gorilla pin waiting for the men to finish their fight. I was ordered to not go ring side being pregnant because of the chance of me getting hurt. Nia was standing protectively by me every now and then making sure I am okay and the babies are okay. I heard a crash and the familiar voices of Sheamus and Cesaro. "N-Nia?" I ask her. "Yes, I heard them too. I want you to go out to the ring I will be behind you to keep them from getting to you. But I want you to be as careful as you can but be quick okay?" She said helping me up. The guy plays my music which is a signal to the boys some thing is wrong. I did as Nia asked and went to the ring quickly but carefully. The Shield was fighting against Randy Orton, Undertaker, and Kane. Nia was close on my heels. We got to the ring and Sheamus and Cesaro was standing at the top of the ramp with the revival, Samoa Jo, Brock Lesnar and Sasha Banks. Kane reached over the ropes with Undertaker and grabbed me swiftly and carefully. They stalked towards the ring as Dean, Seth, Roman and Randy slid out of the ring standing next to Nia ready to do anything and whatever it took to keep me and the pups from getting hurt or worse. An all out brawl started outside the ring. Brock and Jo got in the ring as Kane and Undertaker stood between myself and them. I had no, were to go. There was fights on all four sides, on the ramp, and now in the ring and I was backed into a corner. I look up at the top of the ramp was a pissed of Baron, Becky, Triple H, and Stephanie, an walking down the steps in the crowd of fans was big show, Jeff and Matt Hardy with Lita and Trish Stratus. Lita made a fast dart down the steps with Matt and jeff right behind her. Jeff and Matt jump over the barricade knocking Sheamus and Cesaro off Seth and Roman. Lita got over the barricade and to me. She helps me out and quickly and cautiously drags me up the steps. I whimper not wanting to leave my mates but I knew I should because they'd be angry if I didn't go and keep myself and the pups safe out of harm's way. Cesaro got away and jumped the barricade and made his way up the steps. Lita rushed me threw the door with Trish as big show kept Cesaro away from me. It took the rest of the raw and Smackdown roaster with the gaurds and referees to pull everyone apart. The ones the couldn't get under control was Dean, Seth and Roman. Stephanie had Brock, Jo, the revival, Sheamus and Cesaro, Sasha all arrested for assault and going after me.

After everything was done the Shield was still irate. "Gentlemen you need to calm down or I'm not telling you were she is." Triple H says firmly. Trish helped me stay hidden while Lita went to see if it is safe. Dean smells my perfume on her and his eyes dart to her direction. "Is it safe for her to come out yet?" Lita asks. "No, not till Ambrose is calmer." Stephanie said. "She is begging and pleading that we let her see the boys. She keeps saying mate, or I want my mates. She's crying and scared." Lita said. "Let one of them come back until he----" she was cut off by a loud bellow of Dean's voice booming "I'M NOT GONNA HURT HER. I WOULDN'T EVER HURT HER. I MAY BE A LUNATIC AND HAVE ANGER ISSUES. BUT I WOULDN'T EVER HARM HER. SHE TRUSTS ME. TRUST TRUST. MATE NOW. NEED HER." Roman himself backed up. "Bring her to me and Seth." He said. Lita looked at him as if he had five heads. "Just trust me please" Roman said as he kept everyone backed away from Dean. Lita nods and came and got me. Trish stood by Jericho while they washed on worried.

"Mate. Now. Need. Her. Ours. Our pups. Mate. I need to see her safe." He repeated this shaking and panic in his eyes was fueling his anger. I took my jacket off to let my scent be more strong over my perfume. Dean was pacing with a circle of people around him. I look at Seth and Roman whom have now calmed but it was Dean they worried about. I step slowly towards him as he was stood still as a stone. Looking at me as he searched for any fear. But I had no, reason to fear him. Dean started towards me and stood infront of me looking at me. The others stepped closer and Dean seen causing him to go nuts. "No, back up!!" Roman said. Dean felt they're trying to take me away because he isn't calm. I grab his hand softly placing it on my baby bump as he began to relax he stepped more towards me. "Mate safe. Not hurt? Are you okay?" Dean asks. "I'm safe. Not hurt. I'm okay. Dean you won't hurt me just focus on my voice." I carefully wrapped my arms around him so, I didn't startle him.

Dean looks down at me. His chest slowing to soft pants. Seth and Roman kept everyone back as not to cause Dean to into his Lunatic side again. Dean let's a soft growl out of content. He drops to his knees infront of my belly laying his head on it and loosely wrappin' his arms around my waste. "Relax baby. No one is gonna take me from you, Seth or Roman. I promise I am safe and the babies are safe." Seth and Roman made slow movements towards me as not to startle him either. They made a circle around me. After a few more minutes Dean was calm and we went to the hotel.

Dean and Seth were talking, while Roman and I, showered. Roman held me to his chest as the water runs on us. "Roman?" I whisper. "Yes, Princess?" He replies looking down at me. "I'm hungry." I said softly. "What are you craving Princess?." He asks. "Tacos, spicy chicken salad with ranch dressing and chocolate candy." I whisper. "Okay Princess, let's get dried off and all of us will go get food. Deal?" He asks. I nod my head "Yes, Sir." I said.

Roman helped me dry of and get dressed. Roman walks out the bathroom after I did. "Come on boys, Princess and our babies are hungry." Roman said. Seth and Dean, were quick to get dressed. Seth grabs the keys and hotel room key. I took Roman's arm and walk out the door of the hotel room with them. Dean was behind us incase anyone tried to jump us and Seth was to my right. All three were on alert.

As we were getting the food Seth, went and got drinks and I wandered off after him because I wanted his attention. "Sethie!!" I holler and he turns to look at me as he stops and waits for me to waddle all the way over to him. "Baby Girl, you need to warn me, when you're going to follow me. Did you tell Dean and Roman, that you followed me?" I shook my head no. "I'll call them." He said as he pulls his phone out and calls the other two to let them know I had wandered off after him. "She is grounded for doing that. She had me worried someone took her." Dean was clearly upset I had just wandered off. "Dean calm down." Seth said. "Where are you and Y/N, at we're on our way?" He said. "We're at the sodas in aisle five." Seth said and Dean hung up. After a few minutes Dean walks down the aisle we were in and he was angry. I whimpered looking down "I'm sorry, I wandered off." I whispered. "Baby you can't just wander off like that. What if someone took you or hurt you and the pups? Then I'd be in jail for murder." Dean said. "I-I just wanted Se-Seth." I squeak out. "Dean, she is fine she didn't get hurt. You need to calm down. I know she could of but she didn't." Roman said calmly.

"Why are you two so, calm about this?! She is grounded till I decide she isn't." Dean said and stormed off. I whimpered reaching out for him but he was already gone. "Shhh Princess, just let him calm down. He's been like this since you were attacked. He blames himself." Roman said, as he pulls me in for a hug. I only sniffled into Roman's, chest.

The boys got the rest of the stuff and we went back to the hotel room. "Daddy?" I whispered standing infront of him with my head hanging down with tears in my eyes threatening to fall. "What Y/N?" He said gruffly as he was sitting in the recliner. "I'm sorry I upset you. I'll take my punishment now. But please don't hate me or leave me." I sniffled. Dean's angry and worried expectations on his face soon morphed into pain and guilt for yelling at me but I didn't see it because I had my head down. "Come here, Baby Doll. Sit in my lap." He said. I did as asked to. "I don't hate you nor could I ever. I'm sorry I got so, angry and yelled at you. I'm not leaving, Baby. I know you just wanted your, Sethie. I just panicked when you weren't anywhere to be found and or didn't tell us you were gonna follow Seth. I'm so, sorry Baby Girl." Dean said to me as he rubs my cheek. "I should of said something first." I said leaning into his touch.

After we ate I laid down to relax and the boys sat on the bed watching a movie. Dean was against my back, and Seth and Roman were in front of me.  Dean and I had fallen asleep first as his hand went instantly to my belly. Sometime after we had fallen asleep, Seth and Roman fell asleep too with their hands on part of my belly and my hand was resting on their hands.

[justtheendoftheday]

AVP: Alien vs. Predator (2004)

“Mr. Weyland, what I told you in there wasn’t bullshit. If you rush this, people will get hurt. Maybe die.”

A strange energy reading leads a team of explorers to an ancient extraterrestrial pyramid located underneath a remote island in Antarctica. But things take a turn for the worse when they learn that the structure is actually the battleground for a race of extraterrestrial hunters and their deadly alien prey.

Fright: 1.5 / 5 Crossover Events

To the movie’s credit, when it tries to generate horror it actually does an alright job. That being said, it almost never tries. The majority of the time it sacrifices scares to go for a more Action-flick kinda vibe.

Gore: 3 / 5 Incidental Alien Autopsies

Okay, so there’s certainly some gore. But it’s not the usual sort.

I mean, sure, there’s some impaling, bits are chopped off, chests are burst, organs are seen, etc. But the gory stuff is almost always one crazy alien doing something gory to another crazy alien. Outside of getting stabbed, there’s an oddly minimal amount of anything being shown done to a human. Some messed up stuff is implied to have happened to them, yes, but you almost never see it.

Jump Scares: Light

There’s certainly some potential startles, but it’s more of an action flick than a horror one, so it never bothers attempting any serious jumps.

Review:

While it certainly delivers a lot of Alien and Predator action, it never fully grasps onto any of the deeper elements from the respective franchises. If all you want is some Who-would-win-in-a-fight-between style action, it certainly delivers. However, it doesn’t really offer anything much beyond that.

Thoughts:

There is something weirdly human about wondering who would win in various bizarre fantasy fights scenarios.

And what deeper expression of that is there then the weirdly long-running existence of Alien vs. Predators stories.

But the big question on everyone’s minds is whose decision was it to name it “AVP”?? I’m dying to know who was in charge of that decision.

Am I wrong here? I think we can all agree that “Alien vs. Predator” is a much better title. There’s just something about a “AVP” that that screams old people trying really hard to sound “cool.”

Anyhoo, before we get into it I should let you know a couple things:

I have only seen the theatrical PG-13 version of this one. I’ve heard word that there’s an extended unrated version, but I think it’s only available on fancy home media versions and thus I’ve never seen it.

Despite the fact that the filmmakers wanted AVP to be canonical for both franchises, both Prometheus and Alien: Covenant chose to completely disregard it. And I honestly can’t blame them, because this movie is so clearly meant to just be ridiculous action fun. So please don’t waste your time trying to figure out how this thing fits into the timeline.

Okay? So with that out of the way, here’s why AVP bugs me: it pays homage to all sorts of memorable visual elements of its respective franchises, but doesn’t even attempt to pay homage to any of their themes. So yeah, there’s predator heat vision and sneaking around all invisible. And sure, there’s chest bursting, facehugging, wee-little-mouth frenching, and all that good stuff.

But…that’s about it. If you look past those flashy actiony bits the film is rather thematically hollow.

The original franchises had very different styles, but like all horror movies they were both stories of survival. A big part of what makes stories of survival so intriguing is the excitement of seeing characters being pushed to their limits only to overcome them. We want to watch with rapt excitement as people are put against impossible odds only to keep going through sheer feats of wit, skill, and sheer determination.

And yet AVP basically puts all the characters into a death trap from which escape is more or less impossible. Characters are put up against impossible odds and then...well, then they just die.

It isn’t a story of survival so much as it is a string of people/aliens dying in X-treme ways. Everyone kind of feels like a redshirt more than a flesh-out character, because their choices never really have any impact and they’re really only there as meat for the grinder.

Now to be fair here, lots of movies sacrifice story and fulfilling character arcs for the sake of hardcore action. But this one takes it to such an extreme that they don’t even bother letting you know what most of the characters’ names are. And yet a while into the movie someone will be all like “WHATSYOURFACE! NOOOOO!” and I’m sitting over here thinking “wait, that dude had a name?”

When it comes to a movie like this the real question is who is this movie for? The way I see it there are three types of people that would be intrigued by AVP: 

People who want to see a movie that delves deeper into the lore of these respective franchises.

People who love bizarre B-horror movies.

People who just want to see xenomorphs have crazy fights with Predators.

If you’re in the first category and are looking for a movie that provides an interesting addition to your beloved Alien and Predator franchises? Well, you should probably lower your expectations.

But what if you already know the premise is inherently silly-good-fun and just want a crazy action fest, chalk full of predators (aka Yaujita/Hish-qu-Ten) and Aliens (aka xenomorphs) taking out humans and each other with signature style?

Well this movie certainly has lots of that!

Is it a quality example of that though? Well...that’s up for debate.

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content warnings: ummm...shockingly I don’t think there are any serious ones here.

after-credits scene?: None.

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Directed by: Paul W.S. Anderson

Written by: Paul W.S. Anderson

Country of Origin: USA...

[also the United Kingdom, Czech Republic, Germany, and Canada? I’m really not sure of what the story behind that is.]

Language: English

Setting: Bouvetøya Island, Antarctica

Sequel: Alien vs. Predator: Requiem (2007)

If you liked this you might also like: Aliens (1986), Predator (1987), Tomb Raider (2018), Freddy vs. Jason (2003), Cowboys & Aliens (2011), Sadako vs. Kayako (2016)

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Context Corner:

Although it may seem odd, the connection between the Alien and Predator franchises actually goes back decades.

So the basic timeline goes like this:

Alien was the first one to hit the scene way back in 1979.

Then 7 years later (1986) its sequel Aliens was released.

A year after that (aka 1987) we got Predator.

The two franchises had nothing to do with one another, but they were both distributed by 20th Century Fox. Then later both franchises were licensed to the comic book publisher Dark Horse Comics.

The first time the world saw the two extraterrestrials cross paths was in a Randy Stradley and Chris Warner’s “Alien vs. Predator” chapter in Dark Horse Presents issue #36 in 1990.

Shortly thereafter the connection resurfaces as a pretty great easter egg in the 1990 film Predator 2, wherein you can see a xenomorph skull on the trophy wall in the Predator’s ship.

And ever since then it’s been a thing. Way before this movie ever came into being there were tons of Alien/s vs. Predator books, comics, video games (including a pinball video game), and even board games.

If you think Alien vs. Predator is still a slightly whacky concept, I feel compelled to mention that the crossover madness could have gone so much deeper! There are MULTIPLE examples of comics wherein the xenomorphs and predators encounter Batman...and Superman...and sometimes BOTH!

[I’m 100% serious. Look it up.]

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“I wish you’d reconsider coming with us, Lex. Come on, don’t make me pull out pictures of my kids again.”

“Your kids aren’t that cute.”

“What if we got pictures of other peoples’ kids?”

“Want my advice?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Stay on the boat.”

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TRR New Beginnings ch.13 - Mine

Hey Hey! OK I'm excited about this chapter, so I'm not making you wait for it! It's a bit longer than most of my chapters but there was just no way to shorten it without affecting the story

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Warnings: NSFW

Drake was sure he didn’t hear her right. She couldn’t possibly want him to stay…did she? Emma saw the confusion on his face and started babbling

“Only if you want, of course, I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to, I just…I just need to feel safe right now and I’ve always felt safe around you. But I understand, it’s OK, you don’t need to, I’m sure I’ll be fine as long as...”

Drake cut her off smirking. “You trying to get me in bed, Rose?”

She blushed. She realized she was still holding his hand and quickly dropped it. “Sorry, sorry, goodnight, Drake.”

     She rolled over completely embarrassed. She heard the door close and muttered to herself. “Geez, Emma, get a grip. You’re a grown ass woman. You don’t need to share a bed with someone, you’ve got yourself and that’s all you need.” Her rant was interrupted

“Do you always give yourself a pep talk before bed?” Her eyes flew open as she realized she wasn’t alone in the room. Drake slid into the bed next to her, his pajama pants riding dangerously low on his hips, his muscular chest bare and hard.

“Um. I thought you left.”

The corners of his mouth turned up. “And I thought you asked me stay.”

She nodded “Yeah, I just didn’t…I mean I didn’t think…erm, I mean…” Drake let out a soft laugh.

“Do you want me to go, Rose?”

Emma bit her bottom lip. Did she want him to go? If she was honest with herself…no. She definitely didn’t want him to leave. So, she shook her head and watched him get comfortable. As he turned to face her, her eyes were drawn to his chest once more…but this time because she noticed something she hadn’t before. There, on the skin directly over his heart, was a beautiful and intricate tattoo of a rose. She stared at it a long moment, holding her breath until finally she reached out and traced her finger along it.

“When did you get this?” she asked softly.

“A long time ago” He replied. “When I didn’t find you in New York, I had it done right before coming home.”

Emma didn’t know what to say. The whole time she was in New York, she thought nobody loved her, nobody wanted her. And now here she was, staring at the tattoo of the flower that was her last name, which was inked permanently over the heart of the man she loved. She met his gaze and her heart fluttered. He was looking at her intensely, eyes full of longing and heat. She felt liquid pool between her legs and her eyes flicked down to his lips. Was she ready for this? Was he? Maybe sharing a bed wasn’t a good idea, after all. Drake started to lean forward…and placed a soft, gentle kiss to her forehead. He smiled warmly at her and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Goodnight, Rose.”

She let out a shaky breath “Goodnight, Drake.”

Emma woke with a start to a loud clap of thunder. She felt heavy, she couldn’t move her arms. It took her a second before she remembered, Drake. She remembered asking him to stay. He was spooning her, an arm draped over her protectively. She smiled to herself and snuggled in closer. She was greeted by his hardness, erect against her ass, which was now pressed into him. Her breath hitched, and she thought of an escape plan. Very slowly she lifted his arm and slid quietly out of the bed. She held her breath as she grabbed her phone and tiptoed out of the room. She decided she needed a drink, to calm her nerves. Her emotions were warring with each other. She padded into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of whiskey. As she started to leave she decided to grab the whole bottle.

Emma wandered into the glass sunroom. She loved this room, how there were no solid walls, they were all glass. It felt like you were sitting outside but completely sheltered. She sat on a loveseat and watched the storm rage on all around her. She took a sip of her drink and shuddered as the warm liquid ran down her throat. She turned on her phone to check her messages. There were several from an unknown number. As she scrolled through them her stomach sank. Randy must have gotten a new phone. The last text especially had her unsettled

“I know you’re in Cordonia. It’s quite an interesting country and smaller than I thought it might be. Don’t worry, I’m coming. And I will find you”.

 She stared at it, reading it over and over while she chewed on her bottom lip. She hadn’t expected him to figure out where she was. Quickly she gulped the rest of her whiskey down and poured another tumbler full. Since she couldn’t sleep she may as well get drunk. She went into her photos and scrolled through. There were hardly any, mainly just pictures of New York City. She had lost all her pictures when she got rid of her phone a year ago. She was regretting that now as she had no way to look back at happier times. She came across one of her and Randy. She thought about deleting it but knew it might be useful later. Sighing she turned the screen off and set it down. She downed her 2nd glass of whiskey and poured another. Unfortunately, the liquid wasn’t making her any happier and despite her efforts a tear rolled down her cheek. This storm was just so fitting for her life. As much as she loved this cabin she felt like she was an easy target here. If Randy showed up, she would have nowhere to go. The exchanges between her and Drake were getting more electric and it made her nervous. Maybe she should go see Maxwell, but then she’d probably run into Savannah who would tell Drake where she was, and she knew Drake and Maxwell weren’t speaking. That just seemed like a disaster waiting to happen. She was quietly sobbing now. On one hand she had promised Liam she would stay here. On the other hand, it was her life in the balance again, and shouldn’t she have a say in that?  What on earth was she going to do? This night just kept getting worse.

Emma was wracked with quiet sobs as the storm pressed on from outside the glass walls. She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped, letting out a startled scream.

 “Whoa, Rose, It’s just me!” Drake exclaimed.

Emma exhaled loudly “Oh my god, Drake, what the hell? You scared me to death!”

He looked at her guiltily. “I woke up and you weren’t there. I was worried.”

She shook her head. “I’m fine, really, just go back to bed.”

Drake studied her a moment and the way she was avoiding looking at him. He came around the loveseat and sat beside her, eyeing the bottle of whiskey and her glass. He wondered how much she’d had while he slept. She was still avoiding his gaze, so he gently turned her face until she looked at him. Her eyes were puffy and red and there were streaks of wiped tears across her face.

“Jesus, Rose” he murmured and pulled her against him for an embrace. She stiffened at first but slowly began to relax the longer he held her. He felt moisture on his chest and heard some quiet sniffles.

“How much have you had to drink, Rose?” He asked softly.

She muttered out “2 glasses but I was about to have a third before you interrupted.”

He gave a small smile even though she couldn’t see it. At least she wasn’t drunk, and she hadn’t been awake too long.  He gently pulled away and cupped her face in his hands.

“Tell me what’s going on, love.” He whispered.

She inhaled shakily at his term of endearment, ‘love��. He had never called her that before. She liked it.

“I’ve made a giant mess of my life, Drake, and I don’t know how to fix it.” Her words were rushed.

“Then let me help you. You know I would do anything for you, Emma.”

She shook her head. “But I don’t actually know that. You said that to me once before and it turned out to be a lie.”

Drake tucked her hair behind her ears. “I never lied to you about that, Rose, I swear I didn’t…But I did lie when I said I didn’t love you, that I didn’t want a life with you. Because I did. I still do.”

Her breath caught, and a look of surprise crossed her face.

“…you…what?” She was caught off guard by his sudden honesty.

He inched closer to her, his hands never leaving her face, his thumbs tracing her jawline.

“I still love you, Emma.”

A bolt of lightning lit up the room and as she looked in his eyes she finally saw it. This man in front of her was broken, too. With a roll of thunder, she realized that perhaps the broken pieces of her life and the broken pieces of his life would fit back together perfectly. That together they could be made whole again. Lightning flashed through the glass, and she glanced at his lips, her heart pounding. He was already looking at hers as he moved his thumb to trace her lips. In that moment she knew…they weren’t going to survive this storm.

Emma found herself wrapping her hands around the back of Drake’s neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss, trying to pull him as close to her as possible, but it still wasn’t close enough. He returned the kiss, hesitantly at first, afraid she would pull away again, but her hunger for him took over and soon the kisses became frantic, desperate. They were two lovers rediscovering each other. He swirled his tongue around hers and she moaned while digging her nails into his back. He slid his calloused hands around her slim waist, it was slimmer than he remembered and all he could think about was how amazing she was, in every sense of the word. She slid into his lap and straddled him

“I want you, Drake” She whispered against his lips.

Drake froze “Are you…are you sure, Rose? I don’t want you to feel like you need…”

“That’s just it” she interrupted. “I want to feel. I want to feel everything you can give me.”

Drake pulled back and looked deep into her eyes until he was sure…she was telling the truth. She wasn’t hiding anymore. He watched as she lifted her arms over her head and waited. He swallowed…and slowly peeled off her shirt.

“Touch me” she whispered

Drake crashed his lips against hers again then moved them down to the hollow in her neck. He reached his hands and cupped her breasts. His fingers pulled her nipples lightly and she groaned into his mouth. He loved the way her body reacted to even his lightest touch. It was like every nerve ending was on fire. She ran her hands along his bare chest and they hovered over his tattoo. She dipped her head and traced along the rose with her tongue. She slipped a hand down his waistband and gripped his swollen cock. He moaned as she started stroking him slowly. It had been a long time since he had been touched like this…touched like…he was loved.

He tensed at the thought and she brought her head back up

“What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly

Drake just shook his head “Absolutely nothing”

He grabbed her hands and gently stood her up. He stepped forward into her space and claimed her mouth in a hot, sweet, searing kiss.  It was the kind of kiss you could feel all the way down to your toes. It was in their veins, as if the lightning from the storm was inside of them. Slowly he walked her backwards until her back hit the wall. He could hear the rain pouring and the branches pelting the glass. Thunder rolled through and he felt like it was his soul coming apart. In the next streak of lightning he dipped his hand down her pants and lightly traced his fingers from her thigh further up.

“Mmmmmmm” she arched into him as he skimmed along the bottom of her panties. He could feel the wetness through the thin fabric and he needed it like he needed air. He pushed her panties to the side and traced one finger along her lower lips

“You’re fucking soaked, Rose” he murmured against her ear.

He slipped a finger inside of her and moaned at the sensation. He withdrew and slid onto his knees, pulling her pants down as he went. He needed to taste her.

He peppered soft kisses along her stomach and lower. He licked the juices that were coming out of her as he gripped her ass with his hands. Slowly he pushed his tongue inside her wetness, sliding it in and out as she squirmed above him. She tangled her fingers into his dark hair

“Drake….Drake!”

Hearing his name on her lips like that again nearly drove him to cum in his own pants and he slipped two fingers inside of her while flicking her clit with his tongue. He teased it, circling and nibbling and drawing it into his mouth as she tugged his hair. He wanted her release in his mouth. He picked up the pace with his fingers and slid a third one in. Emma threw her head back in pleasure, banging it against the glass. Drake looked up at her, questioning her with his eyes

“I’m fine” She gasped “Don’t stop.”

He reached one of his hands up and found hers and entwined their fingers together. She was squeezing him so tightly, he knew it wouldn’t be long now. Her breaths were coming faster and shorter

“Drake...I’m…I’m….OH GOD!!!!!” She screamed as he continued to pump his fingers inside of her, riding out her orgasm. He lapped up all of her creamy elixir like he was a starved man and once her waves of pleasure subsided he stood up, gripping her with both hands and lifting her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him and he started walking across the room, never breaking their kiss.

He had every intention of getting to the bedroom but with the next clap of thunder Emma started kissing his neck and he knew they weren’t going to make it. This would have to do. He gently lowered her down and as she moved to her knees and pulled his pants down he took her hands and shook his head. He saw a brief flash of hurt in her eyes and he quickly said

“Tonight is about you, Rose. Not me.”

Her eyes widened and he lowered her down and slid on top of her. She was biting her bottom lip and he leaned down and gently took it with his teeth. As he positioned himself at her entrance he asked one more time “Are you absolutely sure? I need you to be sure.”

I’m sure” she whispered and closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes” Drake whispered back.

Her eyes fluttered back open and they held each other’s gaze as he slowly entered her. Inch by inch he could feel her straining to stretch around him.

“Drake…yesss” she said breathily. They both let out a satisfied moan once he was all the way inside. They stayed like that at first, watching each other as he slowly slid in and out of her wetness. “You feel so fucking good” Drake growled. “Did you miss feeling me inside of you?”

“So much” she moaned. “Give me more”

Oh my God Drake thought as he picked up speed and pushed inside her again and again, his balls slapping against her pussy lips every time he thrust. He could feel the pressure building inside him, he wasn’t going to last long. He lightly kissed the sensitive spot right underneath her ear. She gasped against him and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even farther into her. She dug her fingernails into his back and Drake grunted. She was hard enough for it to be slightly painful but light enough that the pleasure of it far outweighed anything else.

“Oh my fucking god, Drake, don’t ever stop. I love your hard cock inside me”

He drew in a breath at her words and fucked her harder.

He could feel her walls stretching to accommodate him and it felt like a perfect glove. Their loud moans were filling up the room and as he felt himself nearing the edge he adjusted his angle into her, dragging his cock along her G-spot. She was bucking her hips into his, meeting every single thrust with a passion he’d never seen before. He felt her start to convulse around his hard length and as she came she screamed out his name, mouth open and eyes dark and hooded. He kept moving through her orgasm, not slowing down, instead pulling her up so she was in his lap. He reached his hand between them and started to circle her clit again and before long she was crying out again, this time right as Drake finished with an animalistic growl. He pulled her tight and possessively against him as his hot seed exploded inside of her. He pumped deeper and groaned at the sensation. He’d never wanted someone so badly before. It was fantastic.

In that moment he felt complete, not like the giant hole that was his heart was healed, but like it was never there to begin with. They were made for each other, he filled her so completely, so fully that he had no idea why he ever questioned it. It didn’t matter now. He was going to lose himself in this woman. He already had.

“Rose” He murmured against her ear. “My Rose.”

She could argue all she wanted, but he was never giving her up again, no matter what came their way next.

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[new-face-of-fear]

Ritual

The incident with Randy on Tuesday had left most of the family feeling a bit better than they had been since the fire. They felt like their message had been sent. They felt like the man who had come to their home and violated the sanctity of Abigail’s gravesite had come to realize just who he had messed with. They believed that Bray would go to war for them, and carry the family into greater glory and strength than ever before.

Isabella though, noticed that not everything was totally well. Bray’s mental state was still on the unhinged side. And the new….thing he was carrying around had people worried. Erick and Catrina had been exchanging more and more nervous glances between them. The appearance of it had made Isaac visibly uncomfortable, though he hadn’t really spoken as to why. Isabella had tried to ask Bray what it was, but even she hadn’t been able to get a good answer out of him. He had just said she could think of it as his scepter and then walked away, humming under his breath.

It was with these things weighing on her that she found herself following him and Elijah out to the burned remains of the shack resting over Abigail’s grave. Bray hadn’t wanted to be around Isaac for some reason (it had to do with a fight he had with Luke before Smackdown, but that was all she had been able to hear before Cat realized she was eavesdropping and told Erick they would talk about it later), and Elijah had said he would help out in his place. She felt fairly certain Erick and Cat didn’t know that this was part of his “helping”, because they surely wouldn’t have allowed it. Especially not Cat. She didn’t like it when Bray tried to go anywhere near the grave. She had been heard telling Erick that she thought it made him worse, and Isabella was pretty sure she agreed.

She had nearly caught up to them when she realized she wasn’t the only one following them. Braun was on their trail as well, and when they both saw each other, they paused and glared, each one trying to get the other to go away without saying a word. Braun didn’t think she should be anywhere near there because she was a kid, and Erick had told him to help keep her away. She meanwhile, thought she had more of a reason than anyone to know what was going on because Bray was her daddy. She was tired of always being kept in the dark. She loved Bray just as much as any of them. She loved him even more than all of them. She was going to know what was going on whether they liked it or not.

The sound of thunder rumbling brought their staredown to a screeching halt. They looked up at the sky, which had been perfectly clear up until now. Now heavy clouds had formed, blocking out the sun and making it look like it was about to start storming heavily. They looked back at each other, the confusion on their faces completely mutual.

Bray’s voice carried out, his words ones that Isabella was sure weren’t real. The sound of them made her and Braun’s decision for them, and they went into the remains of the shed together, finding Bray on his knees, one hand braced in the dirt while the other held his scepter thing in his other. He had his back to where the door once stood, so he didn’t see Isabella and Braun approaching. Elijah however, who was standing not very far from where the door to the shed once stood, did. He glared at the both of them, the look in his eyes clearly meaning for them to get out. Braun merely glared back at him, while Isabella walked up to him, tugging on his pant leg until he looked down at her.

“What’s Daddy doing?” she whispered the question, taking a glance over at Bray to see if she was disturbing him. He hadn’t so much as paused his muttering in the slightest bit.

“Ritual,” Elijah replied, his voice gruff even as he whispered.

“What kind of ritual?”

For a moment, it didn’t seem like Elijah was going to answer. It wasn’t until Braun stepped closer to him, the threat on his face going unspoken that the other man sighed and relented. “Saw Abigail do this a couple times. Only when she needed it. Needed….power. Reinforcement. Before war.”

“War?” Braun’s voice was nowhere near a whisper, and Isabella turned around and smacked him in the gut. If Bray had noticed all this going on, he sure as hell wasn’t acting like it. He was still on his knees, muttering faster in tongues than he had been before.

“Last time it was when a law man coming for us. He was relentless. Corrupt even for them. She did this before we went to his house–her, me, Isaac, Bray….he wasn’t ever a problem for us ever again after that.”

“….So it’s gonna make him stronger?” Isabella frowned, not fully understanding all this.

“Or it’s summoning something that will.” Elijah shrugged at the looks they gave him. “I know she found it before the family existed. I know she felt a reason to keep it locked away, and I know he ain’t ever busted it out himself until now. I don’t pretend to understand what the hell this thing even is, because I don’t want to know. That’s for him to worry about, not me.”

That was all very far away from reassuring. Isabella moved so she could go stand in front of Bray, ignoring Elijah and Braun’s words for her to stay back. She didn’t want to stay back. This was her daddy. She wanted to be right there. She shivered as she stared at him. His eyes were closed, his words falling down to a hoarse whisper. She still didn’t understand a single one he was saying. She really didn’t like that. “Daddy?” She swallowed hard and started to reach a hand out to touch him.

“Isabella.” Braun came around to stand next to her, shaking his head. “Leave him. We’re going back to the house.”

Isabella ignored him, instead putting her hand on Bray’s shoulder. “Daddy?”

Bray finally opened his eyes, and the sight of large, black orbs staring back at her instead of his normal blue ones made her scream and jump back. Even Braun, who wasn’t a man who scared easily at all, let out a startled string of curse words. There was still a complete lack of awareness from Bray though. He was staring right at them, but it was like he wasn’t seeing them at all. He stuck his stick thing in the ground and stripped himself of his shirt, his movements almost robotic like. His hand was going in his pocket now, pulling out  his switchblade.

“Daddy?” Isabella shook her head, already trying to move towards him. She was barely aware of Elijah grabbing her while also trying to hold back Braun, his plea for them to not go too close when he was like this on deaf ears. “Daddy? Da–DADDY!”

Bray dragged the blade against his chest, creating a deep cut over where his heart was. Blood poured from the wound, though he hardly seemed to notice. He grabbed the stupid stick of his–the stick Isabella hated now because it was making him be scary like this. This wasn’t like her daddy. She wanted to shake him and make him stop this right now. She tried to fight off Elijah, but he wasn’t letting her go. All she could do was watch as Bray grabbed his thing again, his chanting getting louder again. He pressed the symbol on it–she still didn’t know if it was an X or a cross because it looked like both depending on which way he held it–against his bloody chest. It wasn’t an action Isabella thought much of at first. It wasn’t until a moment later, when she heard a sizzling sound that she took another look. The thing was turning a brighter and brighter red the longer he held it against him, and now she could smell burning flesh–it was burning him, he was burning himself.

“What the FUCK?” Braun’s voice boomed loudly, startling Isabella. She barely had time to turn to face him before he was shoving Elijah completely off to the side, and nearly trampling her as he went to Bray. His instinctive actions were one of violence, backhanding Bray so hard he toppled over, the stick dropping from his hands in the process.

“Daddy!” Isabella scrambled over to Bray, skidding to a stop by him on her knees, leaning over him protectively as she glared at Braun. “You IDIOT! Don’t you ever hit my daddy again!”

“It made him stop, didn’t it?” Braun snapped back.

“But you hurt him!”

“He was already hurting himself!”

Well there was no arguing that point. Isabella looked down at Bray, who was blinking rapidly, his eyes slowly returning to their normal color. The burn mark of the symbol on his chest was already fading, becoming just another scar on his skin. The bleeding of his cut was slowing down, the wound cauterized by his last actions. How that thing got hot enough to do that without any presence of a flame she didn’t know. She didn’t want to know. She suddenly understood Luke and Braun’s aversion to this kind of thing a lot better now. “Daddy?”

Bray’s blinking stopped as he looked at her, a lazy smile crossing his face.

“Daddy are you okay?”

There wasn’t an immediate answer that. He pushed himself back up to his knees, taking a minute to trace his fingers over his chest–and then he was lurching forward, his hands going into the dirt, heaving and gagging wildly.

“DADDY!”

“Jesus fuck–go get Isaac!” Braun was all but hurling Elijah again, panic making his anger more pronounced.

“Daddy it’s okay.” Isabella rubbed Bray’s back, unable to hide the fact that she was crying. “It’s okay, it’s–” Her words halted as what he was trying to puke up started to come out. It wasn’t vomit like she expected. No. She had to blink several times to even believe what she was seeing, but no matter how many times she did it, the vision didn’t change.

Snake. It was a god damn snake.

It came out head first, its eyes as black as his had been just a little bit ago. It was just over a half a foot in length, the scales shiny even in the dimly lit area they were in. When it was finally free it slithered away, leaving Bray to collapse face first in the dirt, unable to hold himself up anymore. Isabella tried to turn him over, only succeeding when Braun knelt down to help her.

“What the shit god damn fuck was that shit?” Braun slapped Bray’s face repeatedly, trying to get him to come to. “Bray? BRAY!”

Bray didn’t respond. His chest was rising and falling, indicating life, but he was completely unconscious. Isabella wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his chest, her sobs coming out uncontrollably.

“Fucking getting rid of that goddamn devil stick,” Braun growled. “Don’t care what he says.

Isabella couldn’t have agreed more if she tried.