#neverstrayneverbreak

[mvjor-flaw-blog]

Special Delivery

Whitney didn’t go on deliveries often -- his parents didn’t trust him with boxes full of pills meant for higher branches of the company. They thought he was going to take them or something, but he wasn’t stupid. If he did that, they’d cut him off for good and he wasn’t interested in losing his trust fund. He was surprised he hadn’t already. 

The relationship between he and his parents was getting more tense by the day though, and he figured they’d reach their breaking point soon. All he needed to do was be good for a couple of months, pretend he was going straight, then go back to his old shit. He’d been using this method since he was thirteen, and it hadn’t failed before. 

The address was a large corporate building with mirrored windows and a security perimeter. It looked well protected and discrete. He could guess what kind of business went on behind these walls, but it didn’t phase him. He was notoriously bad at sensing red flags. He walked inside and leaned against the counter, grinning at the man at the front desk. “Hey,” he said. “I have a delivery for Mr. Evans. I think he is expecting me.”

The secretary eyed him, then smiled; It was cold and didn’t quite reach his eyes. “He is. Take the elevator to the twelfth floor. His office is to the left all the way at the end of the hall.”

“Cool. Thanks.” Whitney grabbed a few candies from a dish off the counter and shoved them in his pocket. 

He didn’t have a hard time finding Raph’s office. It was almost like it had an aura radiating off of it, drawing Whitney forward. He felt a weird stirring in his chest, but ignored it. He popped one of the candies into his mouth and knocked on the door before entering (without waiting for a response). “Helloooo? Mr. Evans?”

The office was empty. He frowned and rolled his eyes, put off by the absence of the exterminator. Typical. He rolled the hand truck to the middle of the floor and engaged the brake, then examined the walls with a quiet hum.

Guns everywhere, that was the first thing he noticed, and then the skulls. “Damn,” he said to himself, walking to one of the displays with a loud whistle. “Beautiful.” He recognized the make and model of this gun, it was one he’d dreamed of owning for years. He pulled it off the wall and smiled, observing all the intricacies and minute details. He wished there was an easy way to conceal a gun as big as this one so he could steal it, but alas.

He pulled the hammer back, the cold metal resisting him. It probably wasn’t loaded, but he liked the fantasy of it. He held the butt against his shoulder and peered through the scope, pointing the gun giddily at various items in the room.

[agoldenlight]

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[thisxisgonnahurt-blog]

Where the fuck are you

[hailprodigalson]

neverstrayneverbreak started following you

Good evening.

[throughthezeros]

neverstrayneverbreak started following you

Aren’t I popular?

Ah, but, this looks like an exterminator frequency. Should I be apologizing? I didn’t flirt with your significant other, did I?

[themousebombs]

High above the desert sands, it was easy to see anyone approaching for miles around.  Raiding parties, returning friends, or otherwise, everyone fell under the watchtower’s eye.  Including, apparently, a Drac patrol.  From Mouse’s position, having taken guard duty again now that her marks were healing, it wasn’t a small one.

Under a normal circumstance she would’ve instantly thought back, desperately trying to recall if the compound had sent its reports to the City.  Without them, it was likely that the place would be razed to the ground.  This wasn’t going to be a normal circumstance, though.  Not with the twins, a fact that could only mean that whomever was in that patrol was here for them.  A quick message to the greenhouse- Adrian and Marcos would no doubt need to be informed before the cars hit the gate -and a general call to the compound begging politeness while the suits were present.  Ever since the kill order had stationed a truly overwhelming number of Draculoids, the overall feeling toward them was one of distaste.

Mouse quickly checked that her shirt covered the scars beneath it before climbing down to open the gateway to the assembled.

“Good evening?”

[iamyourdetonator]

Symptom had only been back from his weekly report and check in with the chief exterminator when he had nestled himself  into the cracks of the couch waiting for Raph to get back. It was never really an easy check in with Korse, he, despite helping put the final touches on “the rebirth” of Symptom, he seemed to always find something wrong with him or something he severely needed to work on which in turn caused more physical tests and more medicine shoved down his throat. Symptom could feel himself getting more tired as he waited for the other to get home hoping that Raph was having a good day. 

[bethanyharlowe]

neverstrayneverbreak started following you

And a good morning to you. Exterminator Evans, is it?

[partywithagascan]

Escape Battery City, Part 1

Jumping down the balconies one by one, hanging on for a moment just to let go again, had been the easy part. Running as fast as he could had been the easy part. The hard part was when his thoughts caught up to him, when the remnants of the previous situation flooded him again and he felt that  untamed desperation. The sickness he had managed to keep down that whole night suddenly sprang up with that last image of Symptom before he dropped from the window, ‘I don’t want to be forgotten again.’

Weapon caught the wall, his body failing as the vomit erupted from his stomach. Coughing and spurtering he couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down either. FAIL. FAIL. FAIL. The whole mission into the city was a failure. He had had the empty shell of Symptom in his hands, he had his lost friend in his grasp and he let go. He left him to the whites all over again. Heat and rage and misery was boiling through him and wave after wave of vomit poured out. Then he was choking on bile and it stung only a fraction of what his failure did. He could have made him come. He could have pulled his wrist and never let go. That would have been better than leaving him to white rats, wouldn’t it? He was on his knees, trying to crawl away from his own puke. Trying to bring himself out of it, there would be Dracs behind him soon.

A wind was blowing and though it was dirty and tainted it still felt good. It reminded him of the freedom he so wanted Chase to have, no matter if his brother would never be able to return. He tried to make himself feel better, he had to snap out of it. Maybe he did what was best. Symptom/Chase made his decision, and it was his own, however misguided it was. He couldn’t have forced him to come, he couldn’t bear to drag him away without his consent, that wasn’t being free. He looked back up to the distant building, to the only bright unshaded window there. And he hoped, he prayed, that he would see his brother climbing down. But there was nothing there. He heard hurried footsteps in the distance and then voices trailing behind, ‘Yea a Nexus seven! The Weapon! If we catch him we’ll be set for life! Come on bring your ass!’ ‘Fuck that! The only thing coming outta that is your dead body! I’m out of here! Don’t fucking rat on me either I know where Shelly lives!’ ‘You piece of-!’

Weapon got to his feet, wiping the wet from his eyes and pulling his bag in place behind him. He felt lighter and that may have been the only good thing about his brief standstill. He took off again, heading to that underground bunker he had emerged from only a day and a half ago. Lights began to shine around him and soon there was a group of whites blocking him. He had three throwing knives left in his belt. He chunked one at the man who first raised his gun. He jumped and dodged blasts, one catching him straight in the chest before he landed on the man. He had pushed the weakness away with the vomit and now there was only his rage. It was all he needed.

He snapped the man’s neck, jumping off his corpse to swing kicks at the two others that surrounded him, catching one in the face and knocking a blaster out of the others hand. He caught the gun and swung to smash the butt of it against a man’s temple. He blasted at the remaining standing ones, bending down to pluck his blade from a throat, and turned back to his run once they were all down. Heart thudding, making the red pulse in his vision, he had to get out. He blasted a few Dracs before they even saw him coming. But then he was tackled from the side by a man in green, a Scarecrow. “Surrender!” Grunting his rage as they hit the pavement he managed to point the gun right under the masked man’s unprotected jaw, blasting and sending blood splattering. Shouts came behind him, it was a group of exterminators. He twisted the dead man’s gun from his hand, ‘Drop the guns! Surrender!’ “Never!” He was covered in blasts but managed to cover his face. Like a hundred fiery blades they cut into his skin, only his chest was free from the pain. But the pain was so good. The punishment was deserved. He managed to keep shooting, guessing from the angle of the blasts that hit him where the shooters were. He heard three fall before he managed to get to his feet and roll away, behind a dumpster. The blasts rung against the metal shield before it finally went quiet. “Weapon drop your… weapons and surrender! We have your surrounded!” And it was true, he could hear more voices and he had to point his blasters at both his unprotected sides, taking out any movement that came around the corners. Setting one gun down he quickly reached into his bag and pulled out one of Hazel’s grenades. He pulled the pin and tossed it over. It exploded in the air. The blast propelled the dumpster back and with his elbows and knees up he managed to not be completely crushed against the building behind. This pain didn’t feel so good and he grunted with clenched jaw as he tried to assess whether anything was broken or not.  There were no more voices coming from the other side, but more sirens sprang up around him. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” 

[paltrylives-blog]

[So I've decided that Ridley, Raph, Weapon and Symptom need to form our own Clone Club.]

[fierytheangelsfell]

[thisxisgonnahurt-blog]

I’ve been over my contract three times now, an I can’t find “babysitting” anywhere in there. We have a shortage of adult applicants or sumthin?

[glorywithgore]

Seraph. I am reinstating your field privileges. You do remember our discussion?

[iamyourdetonator]

Exterminator Seraph. I hope I am not interrupting anything but I must insist on having a word with you?

[iamyourdetonator]

He isn't back yet.... This isn't good. Raph... I'm sorry. //grabs a light jacket and heads out the door.//

[iamyourdetonator]

Raph?..... Raph?... Where are you?