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rinusagitora · 5 years

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The love, lead, and the undead.

Fandom: Monster Prom

Characters: Vicky Schmidt, Dahlia Aquino, Damien LaVey, Oz, Brian Yu, Lucien LaVey, OC: Hugo Aquino, OC: Berenice

Pairings: Brian/Damien/Vicky, LaVey family, Aquino family

Words: 5.3k

Summary: Canon divergent. Chapter 8/?. WARNINGS— unreality, violence, & gore; Vicky is in the hands of the Aquino.

Vicky was wobbly on her feet like her bones were fragile. Like her legs were ill tailored, or unoiled prosthetics. She braced the wall as Dahlia, the enormous blue woman, led her through the maze-like hallways of the stone castle.

“Do you remember anything? Like your name?” Dahlia asked.

She frowned. “I do. My name is Vicky. Outside of that, there’s nothing.” Well, and she remembered what she looked like. Pretty and lithe, with unmanageable hair and stitches. When she looked down at her arms, though, she saw her stitches were gone and replaced with odd, branching scars like frost, floral and frosty. Vicky was a blank slate otherwise.

Dahlia hummed. They stopped before an enormous carved door. She knocked with the enormous rings.

“Come in!”

King Hugo sounded like a storm. His voice was guttural, rumbled like lightning. It struck Vicky like a hammer to her chest. She bristled like a cornered stray. She wanted to dive behind something and hide.

Nonetheless, Vicky shuffled inside behind Dahlia. From beyond Dahlia’s arm, she saw a stout warrior king hunched over a topographical map. King Hugo and Dahlia looked very much alike: scarred, fair hair. When he smiled at them, there was something wrong. Something… sinister. Hardened.

“Dad, this is Vicky. Vicky, this is my father, King Hugo.”

“Vicky, I’m glad to see your reanimation was successful. We were worried you weren’t intact enough for the ritual. But have a seat,” Hugo said.

Vicky obediently sat. She stared at the mountains of the topographical model like he couldn’t crush her if she couldn’t see him.

“What do you remember, Vicky?”

“Nothing,” she answered. “My name, but I assume you mean something more substantial.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. It must be hard, but I should tell you… it’s for the better that you don’t remember.”

She looked up at him. Hugo’s smile was ingenuine. Like her amnesia wasn’t something unfortunate, and it wasn’t relief because she couldn’t remember something awful. It was the smile of someone with secrets. Someone who hid secrets from her specifically. It made Vicky anxious. She was among the enemy. She didn’t know who they were before she died, or what their purpose with her was, but deep down, she knew she was in trouble.

“For the better?” Vicky asked cautiously.

“When you were alive, you were involved with a pair of men who were cruel to you. But you worked despite the mistreatment, you even made enough money that you began to drift away from them. They were displeased by this, so they had you killed.”

Vicky was in disbelief. Angry, even. Someone killed her and there was only a grain of truth to what Hugo told her. How long would she root through it for the truth to be deciphered? Her reaction was visceral. Every breath was another knife in her chest, and it hurt so much, she began to openly and uncontrollably weep. Vicky squeezed her arms and blubbered uselessly. Her nails dug into her arms. Her knuckles turned white, she bled black and thick.

“I know it’s a lot to take in, but we brought you back for a reason, Vicky. You deserve justice and closure.”

Shaken and clammy, Vicky asked, “What do you mean?”

“Well, we reanimated you for admittedly selfish reasons. Your killers are from our rival clan, the LaVey family. They’ve been the bane of our kingdom for generations. They’ve hurt more than you. Their wanton violence has killed many good men and women, burned our land, our destroyed our supply lines. They’ve pillaged and raped my citizens. They deserve justice like you deserve justice.”

“How do you expect me to help?” Vicky croaked.

“You’re different from other demons brought here for their evil deeds in life. You’ve tasted death more than just once, and once before, you came back from it. Touching death gives people like you powers unheard of. Power like myself and Dahlia have. Do you remember when you woke up?” Vicky nodded in reply to Hugo. “Well, that lightning was your power. You can create storms to strike down like God once created storms, and we need that power to take down the LaVey clan.”

Vicky bit her lip thoughtfully. She didn’t buy Hugo’s story for a moment. His expression set off several red flags, and while Vicky had no concrete reason to disbelieve him, the feeling refused to abate.

But Vicky was in enemy territory. She was afraid to deny Hugo’s request and walk out the door, they were sure to kill her, especially if she was someone key to their plans, and someone once important to the LaVey. The best she could do in her situation was to help them.

“I’m in. But I’m tired right now, I would like to sleep.” And Vicky was. Every muscle of her’s ached as if she was slammed against a wall.

“Of course. Dahlia, have someone find Berenice so she may take Vicky to her room.”

Dahlia stood and bowed. Minutes later, minutes of silence where Hugo sniffed and muttered unintelligibly to himself, Berenice entered. Vicky flew upright. Berenice and Hugo shared a short exchange before Vicky was taken into the castle’s hallways. The entire place was a labyrinth. Vicky couldn’t even begin to memorize all the hallways.

“How’re you feeling, dear? I’ve never seen anyone reanimated like you,” Berenice said.

“I’m in pain.” Vicky stared at the scars on her arms. “It feels like I was hit by a train or something.” Or lightning crashed onto her head.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Berenice stopped before a heavy, grainy door. She pushed it open and invited Vicky inside. “You’ll be uncomfortable for a couple of days. It’s not an easy process, and unfortunately, we can’t give you anything for the pain. New demons can have awful reactions to herbs we give them.”

Berenice continued, “Anyways, this is your room. You have a private bathroom, and there are clothes for you in the armoire. We’ll have you on a strict schedule so you won’t be in here much.”

Vicky sat on the bed. Her blankets were made of animal fur, wiry and coarse, but the underside was smooth and satiny. “Thank you,” she said absently.

Berenice sat next to Vicky. “I know this is a lot, dear, but I promise you’ll be so much happier here. No one here will ever hurt you.” She took Vicky’s hands into her own. Her hands were pudgy and stout, but inviting, unlike Vicky’s room, and the rest of the castle.

Vicky decided she liked Berenice. She was different from Hugo and Dahlia. Motherly, earnest. Vicky wanted to lay her head on Berenice’s chest and be held like a baby.

“Thank you,” Vicky replied sincerely. “I’m very tired though. I would like to take a bath and go to sleep.”

“Well, alright, then. I’ll come to get you in the morning for breakfast. I’ll see you soon Vicky.”

“Thank you, Berenice.”

Vicky drew a bath. The water was cold and yellow, the towels were coarse. Vicky finally settled under her blanket.

She was so overwhelmed it was hard to think.

---

Oz watched from the cracks in the stone walls. Hugo lied to Vicky. They isolated her from people who cared about her. If what Hugo said about his village being wartorn, he understood their problem with the LaVey, but it disgusted Oz to his core that they resorted to involving unrelated people.

It made Oz want to cut down the entire castle.

But as much as he wanted to snatch up Vicky, he couldn’t sneak her through the bricks, and he didn’t want to take on an army. His first order of business was to report his findings to Lucien. On an abandoned patch on the roof, Oz drew an ornate circle with red chalk. He pushed his face through the center, and when he opened his eyes, his image was suspended in ice crystals.

Lucien sat anxiously at the edge of the pool of ice. He addressed Oz with a mere bow.

“I have terrible news,” Oz said, without ceremony. “It is the Aquino who orchestrated this. King Hugo told Vicky it was Damien and Brian who had her killed. They’re going to use her as a weapon against you and your family. She can now harness lightning as well.”

Lucien, like Oz, who only possessed eyes on his face, twisted into obvious hate. Oz knew that kind of hate well: the kind of hate which carried blood feuds on for generations.

He sympathized with the cause, though. Oz lived eons and was still unwise and hateful.

“If there’s something I need to know, Lucien, tell me now.”

“There’s a conspiracy to raise Vicky. Vera Oberlin and your friend Zoe are going through with a ritual of some sort in the next couple of days to resurrect her. I have nothing against their plan but… but I am scared Damien will act rashly in light of recent events,” Lucien explained. “He can be immature. And he’s in a dark period… maybe the darkest of his life. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Oz was particularly disdainful of that line of thought. Oz had his reasons to disagree, but at the end of the day, the secrecy alone was cruel to Damien. He deserved to be in the loop, if not for his loved ones than for preparation for kingship later on.

But that wasn’t Oz’s priority. Oz was in enemy territory, Vicky was trapped, and he needed to focus on that. He asked, “Will Damien interfere here?”

“I’m not sure. We’ll keep an eye on him. In the meantime, if you could obtain battle plans and destroy any intelligence about the LaVey in their possession,” Lucien said.

“I’ll see what I can do. Expect another report in a couple hours.”

With that farewell, Oz’s visage of ice shattered and he returned to the castle roof

His first order of business was Vicky’s allegiance.

---

Vicky dreamt of red spades and pigskins. It was an odd dream, where they were like people on long, slender legs, but they were missing their faces.

They held her hands and spun her like a ghost in the wind. They shrouded her like blankets and she was loved. They laid her on warm furs next to a fire. They kissed her and went down and down until her legs squeezed needily. They were so warm, their fingers, their lips. They held her when they took turns, pushed their adoration into her, up into her guts and her neck.

"I love you," she hummed. Even enormous enough to shift her hips apart, she loved them. They became so vivid, red and green, and so beautiful.

And when Vicky awoke, she was in the middle of nighttime darkness. Was it cicadas that screamed or the oppressive silence her brain had to compensate for? But she was covered in sweat and rivers of tears. Her dream evaporated from memory, only pigskins, and spades left behind for her like a parting gift. Vicky felt stranded and isolated without it. Helpless, she blubbered and futilely tried to dry her face.

Who was she? Why didn’t Hugo’s explanation satisfy her? Why did she want to pick at her brains until she had the answers she wanted?

As Vicky wept, she felt something gooey plop onto her ankle. She froze. Even her misery trapped in her tear ducts seemed to freeze with her. She waited with bated breath for something to happen, a sign for her to run, but even as more oozed onto her bedspread, she was unable to bring herself to escape.

The mattress creaked. She heard a match strike, and then her room was illuminated by the candle next to her bed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” This new person… gentleman, by the sound of their voice, held the candle between them. His body was black and oily, and his eyes… his eyes reminded Vicky of the moon. Wide and bright. “Do you remember me?”

Slowly, Vicky shook her head. “Do you know me?”

“Yes. My name is Oz. We’re friends,” Oz told her. A lumpy creature pulled itself out of the collar of his black shirt and waved. “That’s Fear. Well… more accurately, one of its incarnations. This one is the fear of death. I have many more within me.”

Oddly enough, the fear of death was adorable. Despite Vicky’s misery, she giggled and shook its tiny hand with a finger. Odder was she trusted Oz more than she trusted Hugo. Her gut was wise.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Vicky.”

Even odder was Oz’s voice came from the small incarnation. “We’re… we’re relieved to see you. Alive, that is.”

“I died. I was shot because of someone I loved dearly.”

Oz’s eyes shrank into saddened crescents. “You’ve been through a lot recently. But you have more friends than you’ve been led to believe, Vicky.”

“Who?” Vicky frowned. “King Hugo and Dahlia?” The pair were off-putting. Hugo was methodical. Calculated. Dahlia was abrasive. Vicky wasn’t sure either of them was her ally, let alone friends. She was a tool of theirs to reach a common goal. Berenice was the only one Vicky felt comfortable around.

“Nay…. No. Neither of them, I’m afraid,” Oz whispered.

Before Oz could continue, there was a knock at Vicky’s door. “Vicky! It’s Berenice! I’m coming in.”

Vicky whipped to Oz. He forced the candle into her hand and began to drip into the ceiling. “I have to go!” he said. “Remember, some of us aren’t what we seem to be!”

Just as Berenice opened the door inside, Oz was gone.

“Oh, you’re already up!” Berenice said cheerfully. “That’s good. Breakfast is ready.”

Solemnly, Vicky nodded.

“Are you okay, dear? You look like you ran a marathon.” Berenice sat on Vicky’s bed and placed her cheek against Vicky’s as a mother checked her child for a fever. It made Vicky angry as if it was Berenice who murdered her and lied between her teeth.

Cautiously, Vicky said, “I’m fine. I want to freshen up before I eat, though,” she said. “It was hot in here last night. I was sweating the entire time and I feel gross.”

“That’s fine. Go and bathe, dear. I’ll wait outside for you.”

Vicky showered, followed Berenice to the dining room, and looked unpleased at the milky porridge which was served for breakfast. She held the bowl close to her face so she was able to quickly scoop it down her throat without having to taste it.

“Mornin’. It’s good to see you got an appetite. You’re so scrawny, I thought you’d snap.”

Vicky set her empty bowl on the table. Dahlia dropped her backpack on the floor before she sat. “Dahlia, right? I met you yesterday.” Dahlia and her father, King Hugo. She was sure they were the ones Oz warned her about.

“Yeah. We were talking about you the other night. Dad thinks you’re promising.”

“Thanks,” Vicky reluctantly replied. “This… all of this is still strange for me.”

“You’ve only been here a day. That’s not surprising.”

“Do you know what I’m supposed to be doing today?”

“Training. I know Dad’s got something lined up for you, but I didn’t have time to ask what.” Dahlia finished her porridge then. “Anyways, I gotta go to school. I’ll see you tonight.”

Vicky watched Dahlia leave. Not long after, Berenice brought her to the King’s advisors, James and Robert, dressed like royalty. James and Robert were old and grey-skinned with wiry beards and chipped horns. She and Berenice bowed to them.

“This is Vicky, the subject our King told you about. I trust you’ve been informed to train her by King Hugo.”

James dismissed Berenice. Nervously, she held herself, and inwardly pined for Oz to appear and hold her hand. She felt like she was in danger in their mere presence.

“My name is Vicky. I'm…" Vicky wasn't sure what she was. Lost. Lonely. "Please train me."

James smiled. "No need to beg, dear." James stood, his bones creaked meanwhile. "Come. I'll take you to my private grounds."

Vicky obediently followed. James led her through so many winding turns that Vicky lost track of them. But when James led Vicky into a dark room, lit only by a single candle… Vicky knew she was in trouble.

“I believe experience is the best teacher,” James explained. From his horn, lightning crackled like wafers. “If you want to live, Vicky, you will learn to harness lightning.”

Vicky’s stomach leaped into her throat as a bolt raced to her head.

---

Damien was mad.

Brian was mad as well. He skipped the denial stage altogether and went straight to anger. Anger that Vicky was taken, anger that she was still living and yet out of reach, anger her resurrection was so damn complicated. After the funeral, after Brian’s conflicted feelings and formality evaporated, he was ultimately mad over every detail of Vicky’s death. While Damien was mad about the same things Brian was, he was mostly mad with his parents, Lucien and Stan. He couldn’t even look at them that morning.

Brian’s nails dug into Damien’s hand when they went to school. It broke Damien’s heart.

They idled in Brian’s pickup in the parking lot. It was inordinately chilly that day. Damien’s breath was misty and the tips of his nose and his tail ached. He hated the cold, but it was always without Vicky nearby.

“Today’s gonna be a pack of bullshit,” Brian finally muttered.

Damien fumbled with his cigarettes and passed Brian one. “Let’s take it easy today. Hide in the bathrooms or some shit.”

“I just wanna go get her.”

Damien leaned back his chair. It was difficult for him to just mull on where Vicky was too when the Aquino family were just within reach. For Vicky, Damien would have burned down villages and armies without reluctance.

The ire he felt for Dahlia, though…. In the beginning, Damien just thought she was obnoxious, clannish. But if he ever saw her again, Damien swore he would wring her like a mother fucking

“Oh my god,” Brian said as he pointed out the window, “you need to see this.”

It was like Damien was doused in pungent gasoline when he laid eyes on Dahlia. Fire and smoke surrounded his fingertips.

Swiftly, Damien kicked the car door off its hinges and broke into a run.

“Dahlia!” he roared. His shirt and jacket combusted as billowed up his arms like it lit dry kindling. “Dahlia, look at me!”

Dahlia whipped around and swirled with crackling lightning as blue as summer skies. “You lookin’ for a fight now, LaVey?” she howled.

“You killed the love of my life! I’m going to kill you too!”

Damien propelled himself with fire on his heels. He hopped over a bolt of lightning fired in his direction and then blew a lungful of his fire at Dahlia. She grabbed his pants and swung for his face. Damien’s eye caught the blow, but he brushed it off and used their proximity to burn Dahlia’s face.

They fell to the ground. Damien held her face in both hands and snarled as the smell of burnt hair and fat wafted up to him. She clawed at his hands but stayed steady for Vicky.

And then a film of green wrapped around Damien so forcefully it knocked him off Dahlia and onto the ground. He skidded across a foot of cement, it peeled off the skin off his barren back like grated orange zest. Seconds later, Hope landed at his feet.

“Get him out of here!” Amira screamed out of the blue. Damien peered past Hope’s legs and saw Dahlia restrained by Amira, Joy, and Faith.

“Hope, let me go!” Damien screamed. “I have to kill her!”

“I’m going to take him into the forest,” Hope told the trio. “What the hell are we gonna do about her, though?”

“Just get him out of here.” Amira barked.

Hope nodded. She picked up Damien, deceptively strong for her squirrely size, and then ran into the trees.

“Please, Hope, let me go! She killed my girlfriend!” Damien begged.

“Shut the fuck up, you’re making shit hard enough as is.”

“What the hell do you mean? Hope, answer me!” Damien’s squeals were silenced by the green film Hope slapped onto his mouth. Struggle as he may, the film was like a skeleton of rubber bands. It squeezed him until it hurt to breathe. It outraged Damien, but he was stuck. Helpless. Hopeless, like he was when it came to Vicky, and misty-eyed because of his uselessness, Damien squeezed his eyes shut so nothing would escape.

Hope finally stopped deep in the forest and threw Damien into a hollow beneath the roots of an evergreen. He cursed Hope’s name as he slid down and hit his head against the wall of the little hovel. When Hope skid down, she stopped right beside him, and she smacked him across his cheek.

“You idiot! You ruined our plans, and now we’re gonna have to get Vicky out before the Aquino family realizes what happened to Dahlia!” Hope snapped.

Damien tasted metal. Part of him didn’t care, all he wanted to do was shred and burn Dahlia, and Hope was merely an obstacle. No one understood how much she meant to him. No one realized how hard it was to survive each hour without her. “Do you understand how much it hurts being without Vicky? I wanted her forever. And then Dahlia walks in like she didn’t do a thing.”

“There’s no question that the Aquino family needs to be held accountable. But do you value vengeance or getting Vicky back more?” Hope said. “Because of you, we may never see Vicky again.” She fell back against the wall of the dugout. “Damien, you knew there was a plan to bring Vicky back. You knew you needed to keep your cool and keep quiet so we could bring Vicky back without having her killed. If someone saw what you just did, they could be killing her now, Damien, and it would be your fault.”

Ice flooded Damien’s spine. It felt like he was kicked in the chest, and he gasped for air against the magic which cocooned him. It was no wonder his parents refused to tell him the truth. Damien was a loose cannon.

Not long after, Hope hugged him and rubbed his back. “It’s okay. Brian’s with Amira, and we’ve got spells to disguise where we hid Dahlia. We just need to hang tight until Joy comes to get us, okay? Just get some rest for the time being. God knows what comes after this.”

Damien nodded. But as Hope drifted to sleep, he was restless. Hope’s magic melted away and he laid against the concave wall.

What was to become of Vicky? And the ritual Vera and Zoe performed? And what was to become of Damien’s lovers? The questions spun in his brain like cyclones, it made him twitch with worry.

---

Electricity pierced Vicky’s breastbone. It felt like a hammer shattered her ribs, and she screamed as she was thrown into a pillar. Blood filled her mouth where her teeth sliced open her tongue. But fatigued and disoriented, Vicky was able to ignore the awful taste. Instead, she crouched and glared at James as blood poured from her lips. Lightning arced from her burns and blood, it clapped against the damp stone.

While Vicky was able to conjure lightning, she was uncontrollable and unpredictable, very unlike James’s lightning.

But while progress was a relief to Vicky, James’s lesson was brutal and Spartan. She was barely able to stand, in and out of consciousness, drained by the lightning strikes. Vicky was so exhausted she didn’t even fear for her life any longer.

Finally, James stopped with a grunt of disapproval. “That’s enough for now. There’s a briefing we need to attend shortly.”

“Briefing?” Vicky asked.

“To fill you in, and to plan our invasion on the LaVey’s kingdom.”

She nodded and followed James.

On the way, Vicky was barely able to keep her eyes open. She braced herself against the wall and tripped over herself as she followed behind him. But Vicky forced her eyes open like glue.

The war room was expansive and barren aside from chairs that surrounded a monochromatic topographical map of Hell. Castles, townships, regions, mountains, rivers were labeled in black ink. Vicky carefully screened the map. The LaVey territory neighbored the Aquino’s, but they were separated by a range of active volcanoes. Vicky wasn’t a tactician, but she found it strange that they were at war nonetheless when they were impeded by extreme natural barriers.

“Welcome, all,” said King Hugo to his audience of eight. His counsel of generals were demons much like himself, blue, horned, adorned in furs. James and Vicky sat across from Robert and a woman more enormous than even Dahlia. Her shoulders alone were the size of basketballs.

“I apologize for the redundancy, but I trust you all know Vicky has recently joined us, so we’ll have a refresher.”

One of Hugo’s servants turned on a projector pointed at a white screen behind Hugo. “The prince is Damien LaVey,” Hugo said as he switched the slide. Damien was handsome, so handsome it took Vicky’s breath away. In their picture, he grinned with impossibly pearly teeth, and his hair was shiny and red like cherries. “He’s not as dangerous as his parents, but he is no stranger to violence. Like Lucien, he is very adept with fire magic.”

When Hugo switched to the following slide, it felt like Vicky was hit by a freight train. “Next is a lesser player, Brian Yu.”

Hugo’s voice became distant. Brian decayed like a fresh corpse, but he smiled at a woman in the picture with him, his arm slung over her shoulders, and Vicky knew that woman well. That woman was her, stitched and grinning, with her wild hair pulled over her shoulder.

And pieces came back to her. Chaotic, without pattern, but pieces Vicky managed to fit together.

They loved her. They were her best friends, and they loved her despite her tainted body and her broken brain. They loved her so much, when she saw Eugene, they stayed with her that night and told her how much she was valued.

In the last seconds before she died, they were proud because she was successful.

Vicky had the knowledge she needed that Hugo lied to her. But her worst suspicions were confirmed. She was in enemy territory, and unless she was very careful, she would die. She settled in her chair and returned her attention to Hugo's presentation.

A picture of a yellow-eyed creature in a hood came onto the screen. “This is King Lucien LaVey. He is our family’s mortal enemy. He has led the LaVey’s effort to destroy our legacy and land since his inception. He is unusually talented with magic.” Hugo flipped to the next slide, a picture of a staff topped with a fiery bird skull. “Since his magic proves to be our greatest obstacle, we will first need to destroy this staff.”

“Well, where is his staff kept?” asked the enormous woman.

“An excellent question, General Quilo. It's with him at all times. Thus, we’ll need a stealth party to invade their home and destroy it. More on that later,” Hugo explained.

“This is our target, however.” A picture of another enormous, blue demon in furs showed. “His name is Stan… Stan Aquino. He is my brother.”

---

Oz should have known that was the case. Nonetheless, he hissed to himself. Their plans were damned, and he was angry, angry enough he drew on stone and slammed his face through the circle and glared upon Lucien’s shape.

“Don’t you think it was important to mention that Hugo and Stan are brothers?” he asked.

Lucien said hoarsely, sadly, “Stan asked me to not share that with you. Our families have been genocidal for generations, and he doesn’t want anything to do with it.”

“But Hugo does.”

“We didn’t know what else to do, Oz. Hugo refused to listen to reason. We didn’t want to raise our son with our families when our efforts to compromise with them were for naught. I understand you’re angry, Oz, but we tried, and we failed.”

“And Vicky had to pay for it,” Oz said, disgusted. He understood, but the secrecy was loathsome. Lucien hung his head.

“There is unfortunate news,” Lucien said, “we have to get Vicky tonight. Damien attacked Dahlia for her role in Vicky’s murder. Amira and some of her friends have Dahlia in custody, but her absence will be noticed, and we will be rightfully blamed. We fear Hugo might hurt Vicky to get back at us.”

“I’ll need help getting her out. The guards pose a threat. I can’t take them on by myself,” Oz said.

“We’ll arrange a raid. But it needs to be now, Oz.”

Oz nodded. “Be swift. Vicky’s life is in danger yet again thanks to you two.”

---

Vicky’s eyes bugged out of her head. Their feud made sense. Her death made sense. Dahlia heard about the robbery and passed on the message to her father, and they passed on the message to the survivors. She was the head of betrayal and blood feuds, and unless she wanted all of her loved ones to die, Vicky had to do something.

But what was she supposed to do? In a room full of generals, she was a novice. They were sure to break every bone in her body did she dare move.

Thankfully, Vicky had allies.

Oz fell onto the table like water poured into a glass. The counsel stared in confusion until it was too late.

Vicky dove under the table as the slaughter began. Lightning crashed, bones crunched, blood splattered on the walls.

James, covered in blood and viscera, with his eyes gouged out, joined her under the table. He growled and grabbed for her. Vicky was quick to react. With a swipe of her crooked fingers, she electrocuted him. Her lightning fried his gored face like batter.

She kicked James out of the way. Quilo and Hugo still lived, but Oz grabbed her and they ran for their lives. Vicky honestly, to her very core, was relieved to see Oz, because while she didn’t remember much about him, she remembered he was her ally and friend without question. She held his hand and smiled.

“I want the truth,” she said, "when we're out of the woods."

“Let’s just focus on getting out of here.”

She nodded as they ran through corridor after corridor. They nearly barrelled into Berenice around a corner.

Oz cursed. Bewildered, Berenice asked, “Vicky, who is this?”

Vicky slammed her eyes shut just as fear ripped out of Oz's chest. They ran, and Vicky didn’t open her eyes until after she stumbled over a pair of disembodied calves. Berenice was her only friend among the Aquino, but Vicky was overwhelmed by the chase and carnage to grieve Berenice, and she understood the necessity to silence witnesses.

The alarm blared. Surely, it was the doing of Quilo or Hugo. The blood drained from Vicky's face. The guards were sure to swarm.

“We need to find a window! I don’t know where the entrance is!” Vicky said.

“Good idea, Vicky.” Oz burst through a door to no window avail. They kicked down door after door for escape until they were surrounded.

“Look, I don’t want to hurt any of you,” Oz said, “but you need to let us through.”

Vicky’s breath picked up. She felt lightheaded. But they needed to dispatch those guards, or convince them to let them through.

She summoned her lightning. It manifested from her knee and hairline. But it was weak like static. When Vicky tried again, her legs gave, and she fell into ash.

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drunkbeefstudio · 6 months

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can we possibly hear about ur slasher ocs?

Ah right.

(These are both kinda set in the 1970's cuz that's my favorite time setting for characters and stories.)

The first one is a guy named Christopher Bauer "PigSkin" he lives on his pig farm and has sever Anthropophobia and will flip his shit if someone comes onto his farm or near his home. This stemmed from having been mistreated by people from the nearing town while he tried to stop trespassers. He's quite paranoid and prone to fluctuations in his mood: he can be quiet and calm with his piggies one minute then the next he's shattering someone's skull open on a wall. He loves his pigs with all his life since they're all he has left.

The other dude is called Glen Glitter, ex pornstar now a plumper that scopes out woman during the day and attacks at night while he hovers around discos and bars. He's a very flat person, doesn't smile much and isn't really a flirt, just very blunt. His preferred method of killing is strangulation, suffocation or his tools he used for work.

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ao3feed-snape · 3 years

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Lyra Black and Holy Shit is that Cerberus

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by StarryFairy

Lyra and Perseus Black have always known three facts of life that they would go by no matter what:

1) Never mention or ask questions about Dad’s family, especially Uncle Sirius

2) Don’t show people you’re upset, especially if they insult you based on your family

3) Stay away from Britain and British wizards, more trouble than they’re worth

But to everyone’s dismay, all of those rules had to be broken when some old British guy with a long beard and weird robes came crashing in and offered to enroll the two of them into his pigskin disease school. This both forced their Dad to make some confessions about his past and made them have to switch from their expectations of their dream school Ilvermorny to some old castle in Scotland.

With their Dad being shoved into the British wizarding world spotlight and them having to navigate this new culture and country, the Black twins thought things couldn’t go more to hell than it possibly could. But unfortunately for them, when one befriends one Harry James Potter trouble will always drag them away kicking and screaming.

Lyra fucking hated this country.

Or basically my two ocs get shoved into this mess against their will

Words: 112, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Twin Stars

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Other

Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Regulus Black, Rubeus Hagrid, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Argus Filch, Sirius Black (Mentioned), Original Black Family Characters (Harry Potter), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Scabbers (Harry Potter), Original Cat Character(s), Hogwarts Staff, Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Percy Weasley, Molly Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Quirinus Quirrell

Relationships: Regulus Black/Original Female Character(s), Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Harry Potter Characters & Original Male Character(s), Harry Potter Characters & Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Friendship, They’re all kids bruh, Humor, Fluff, No Smut, Again THEY’RE KIDS, Severus Snape Being a Bastard, Not exactly bashing but asshole characters are treated like assholes, BAMF Regulus Black, Minor Violence, Not exactly Dumbledore bashing, But the main characters do side eye him a bit, just know Lyra is a lesbian, and Perseus is Asexual, I know relationships of the main characters aren’t a concern yet

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frankiek2902fanfictions · 7 years

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Sneak Peek! Nick Jakoby x OC

I know I’ve been promising the first chapter for a while now and I still don’t have it done yet! I’m sorry! But I thought I’d give you guys a sneak peek into the story! It’s based of an Imagine I wrote a few days ago so I’ll count is as both an Imagine and a Sneaky Peek of Fluff!

Contains: Violence, Language, Camaraderie, Fluff.

"We have a code 4 at Seventeenth and Bleaker, rampaging centaur is assaulting Orcs outside of the Clan Church. Suspect is not armed but is considered dangerous" The radio crackles, we all look at each other and nod. That’s just down the street and as Ward tells them 3 Adam 9 is en route we all book it.

Once we arrive we find the fogteeth gang in the middle of the intersection, a shirtless blond Centaur kicking an Orc directly into a store front. Paramedics confined to the outside ring of bystanders rush to him as the leather clad Orcs try to keep him away from the entrance to their church. Where a group of women and children watch, huddled together as the centaur rears and they have to dive out of the way to avoid being crushed underfoot. I notice a group of Orc teens standing tall between the group on the steps and the escalating violence. As though if the grown men fail they'll be the ones to take him down.

It's obvious by the blood on several of their faces that they have already had it come to that.

"You stay back Rin, we've got this" Jakoby tells me, Ward nodding for them to proceed as Jakoby calls into his radio for backup I quickly go to the women on the steps of their church. It's obvious that the paramedics haven't been able to get through due to the centaur barring their way, I'm only glad I still have my first aid kit on me.

"Sir! Get on your knees and put your hands on top of your head!" Jakoby shouts, something in his tone dark as he gets a good look at the Orc children cowering by their mothers. After asking if the mothers are alright I imediately go to the children, checking a particularly upset little girl with blood running down her face, her eye swollen due to the cut above her eye ridge.

"It's okay sweetie, I have something that'll help" I tell her calmly, her mother gripping her shoulders but not daring to take her eyes off the centaur still raging in racist slurs as I pull my first aid kit from my bag. I pull out a water bottle and start to clean the blood. I listen carefully as Jakoby again orders him to his knees when the centaur barks out a laugh.

"You think I would listen to a pigskin? Why do you think I'm fucking here! I'm going to trample you all beneath my hooves!" He bellows in an unnatural rage, I press the gauze to her forehead and tape it down.

"Now I ain't nice like he is, and I ain't gon' to tell you two times. Get on the fucking ground if you don't want to die today!" Ward bellows right back, making me smile as the little girl looks shyly up at me with beautiful sunset eyes and sniffles.

"There, is that better honey?" I ask her, careful to keep my voice level to not scare her, she nods and throws her arms around her mother's legs who gives me a smile of her own.

"Thank you, it's good to know that some aren't like him" She tells me kindly as she lifts her daughter in her arms and kisses her head.

"You! You little brats are fucking next!" I turn quickly as the women gasp, men shouting the sound of the centaur stamping the ground. I look back at him just as he rears, breaking up the group that'd been encroaching on him.

He lands and paws the ground angrily, staring in the direction we came. I follow his gaze and instantly notice a few of the kids from the lot, obviously having followed us out of curiosity and now back pedaling as the centaur takes off in their direction.

I'm already leaping down the steps as an Orc girl trips and a teenage boy bolts to where she lays, throwing himself over her as I sprint into the bulls path halfway to them. I can hear him laugh as I turn to face him, throwing my arms out like a barrier, hoping this'll give them a chance to get up and run. I glance behind me and watch the teen carry the little girl sobbing back to the steps an Orc woman bursting forward and hugging them both frantically. I watch as the centaur sets his sights on me and I feel my heart flutter with fear as it doesn't seem like he'll be stopping to consider my safety. The thought that I hadn't grabbed my weapon from the cruiser back at the lot pounding against my skull. Ward's eyes going wide as he starts screaming at me to get out of the way. Jakoby ordering the centaur to stop or he will be taken by force but it doesn't faze him.

"You think you can stop me bitch!? Just try it! I'll fucking trample you!"

"Go ahead! You want them? You're going through me first!" I shout back at him, squaring myself off and glaring dead ahead. He huffs indignantly pushing his canter to a furious gallop as he barrels toward me. I catch his eyes and swallow, they're pure blue and full of hatred. My heart is thumping against my chest and I find myself swaying slightly from foot to foot as I think of how much this will hurt. I can hear Ward and Jakoby having kittens as they try to figure out what to do, silent as the crowd as I take a breather to steady myself and stand my ground, shoulders back in defiance I don't dare avert my eyes or close them.

I blink as I suddenly have an idea due to my life flashing before my eyes and quickly pull the toy pistol I'd been given earlier. Of course I know it won't help me but he doesn't know that and it's just what I'm counting on.

I lift the gun smoothly and smile as the centaurs eyes widen, warring with the split second decision he's been left with. He huffs as he approaches at a full gallop and I feel the concussion of air as he stops just in front of me, sliding two feet against the concrete. Hooves braced almost between my feet as he stops and I glare up at him, the centaur backing a little and sidling side to side for a second in anger and his eyes rove over me as it seems he's decided to give up and Ward finds his voice again.

"Back away slowly or I will shoot you!" He demands, his voice harsh as he quickly approaches on one side with Jakoby on the other. Whom nods at me to continue distracting him until he can get into position to taze him. That is until the centaur looks down on me in disgust and suddenly his eyes land on the gun. My eyes widen fraction and I lower the toy quickly to avoid him seeing it but I don't do it in time and he realizes this as his hand lashes out and grips my wrist, yanking me forward as he inspects it.

"You tricked me!? You think you can stop me with bullshit like that?" He bellows once again, He stomps the ground angrily and I know that this is now far from over. He wrenches me almost off my feet, toy dropping from my hand as I grimace.

"Let the woman go or I will fucking shoot you pony boy!" Ward shouts, Jakoby and Ward both start to close in faces like stone.

"Those guns are real, you better listen or they'll rip you a new ass you racist fuck" I tell him through gritted teeth but the centaur yanks me farther off my feet, beer on his breathe as he thrusts me to the ground. He turns and kicks out at Ward who'd been steadily approaching but jumps back at just the right moment to avoid getting his ribs broken. The centaur stares them down, stepping over me to keep me from running. Both cops quickly back off as the chance of me dying becomes significantly higher and I have to twist to avoid him stumbling over my collarbone.

"Fuck you bitch! I'm going after those fucking Orc kids after I crush your fucking skull!" He continues in a mumble as I turn over onto my back. In the next few seconds he's reared back completely, hooves high over my head and I roll out to avoid them. I cover my head as he rears back again, his aim off. I flinch as I feel my messenger bag crumpled against my ribs and instantly grab for it. I roll again and scramble to my feet before he comes down again, throwing the bag on the ground as I kneel in front of him. I twist the bag as his hoof goes through the loop and catch his other one, yanking it forward at his knee joints.

He crumples but I know it won't hold him and then he'll just come after me or worse the bystanders again. So as his front half goes down in front of me I vault onto his back, wrapping my legs around his bare waist from behind. I throw an arm underneath his chin and anchor it with the other at the back of his neck. The bag strap snapping as he flails and stands, choking as he rips at my legs to dislodge me. I turn my head and tuck it into his shoulders so he can't headbutt me as he begins to kick like crazy, spinning in circles as he tries to buck me off.

"I told you bitch! You want them you're going through me and I'm not going down easy!" I bellow as he snorts in rage, his arms reaching up to grab my arms. I arch my back to tighten the hold and I can feel the groan rumble in his chest, the mutter of 'lets see how long you can fucking hold on for bitch' coming out almost imperceptibly.

"Rin! You insa- Get off the fucking Centaur!" Ward shouts angrily, though he sounds more annoyed than anything. I can feel the nausea start to kick in and I realize as the adrenaline pumps through me that I won't be able to hold him much longer as we get further into the intersection. I hear civilians shouting and see flashes of Orc men jumping out of the way.

"Stop now or I will taze you!" Jakoby shouts and even though I can't tell where he is I open my eyes and look for him, hoping he isn't in the way. As I do though I imediately regret it, the spinning making me dizzy enough to loosen my grip for an instant.

"Get the fuck off me!" the centaur gasps, rasping against the pressure as it steadily loosens adrenaline working against me. He ignores Nick and stops suddenly, backing up as his hand thrusts back into my hair and wrenches my head up from its protected position. I cry out at the pain and can barely open my eyes but they land on Jakoby's stunned expression for the briefest of moments.

"Nick! Do it! Taze this dickhead!" I call to him, my voice harsh as I hear a few women gasp and men yell and then the concussion as the centaur slams his head back into mine. I curse instantly, my lip busting and blood filling my mouth, my arms releasing with the hit. I quickly get them under his arms though and clasp my hands around the back of his neck in a full nelson. His hand still ripping my hair out and I grit my teeth, taking a breath to clear my head as my frustration peaks.

"Officer Jakoby! Take the fucking shot!" I feel the words leaving me before I've even willed them to, vibrating through my grinding teeth. I blink, seeing his face sober and watch him pull the trigger, barely a sting in my calf before the electricity rips through the both of us. I feel the centaurs muscles ripple and tense as he tries to stay on his feet, hand clamped around the hair at my scalp as he finally stumbles and goes down, pinning my left arm and leg beneath him as my body clenches involuntarily.

I suddenly feel hands on me, one prying open the assailants hand in my hair and another pair forcing my ankles to dislodge from around him as they work quickly to separate us.

I hear faint groans as they struggle to lift the centaur and get me out, I can't even open my eyes as my muscles convulse, the choker burning my throat like fire. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my ribcage, clasped at either elbow to avoid touching my skin and getting shocked and on the group count of three he pulls.

I hear Jakobys grunt, knowing as his hand ghosts across my arm he caught the last of the pulses as he drops to the street with me laying limply on top of him. I don't even try to move, my back to his chest and staring up at the overcast as my eyes finally flutter open, my whole body an interesting mixture of achy and numb.

"Hey Rin, are you alright?" I feel more than I hear Nick's voice beneath me, a rumble against my back as I try to remember how to speak. The stinging at my throat reminding me that I'll have to put some of Mei's salve on that as soon as possible. I clear my throat, coughing as I try to laugh, my hand shaking as I tap the gold dermal choker around my neck with a fingernail. The metallic scratching sound making me grimace.

"nothing I haven't felt before trust me" I finally articulate, though from how he tenses up I realize that might not have been the best thing to say in this moment. Suddenly I find more Orc faces appearing in my line of sight, the stars in front of my eyes making them hard to make out.

I groan as the world spins and realize that they're pulling me to my feet. I blink hard to right myself as I vaguely hear Ward reading him his rights and five of the Fogteeth Orcs holding the centaur down. The hands fall away from my biceps and I sway a bit, feeling weak, A large hand coming to grip my right side to keep me from falling. I don't even have to look to know that it's Jakoby, ever the reliable one as he carefully inserts himself underneath my arm to support me. I find myself leaning almost entirely against him as the Orc's around us step aside, the world still spinning. I hadn't even realized they were praising me, I grimace as the pounding of my pulse in my ears fades now that I'm standing.

I shake my head to clear it as they let through another man with a Fogtooth leather jacket and scars traveling the right side of his face. I feel my eyes slip shut with fatigue and my head bob, my tense body shooting pain everywhere as I feel his hands pick up and grip mine between them.

"Thank you for protecting this congregation, that was a brave thing you just did for us" A deep voice speaks graciously in front of us. I turn my head up and my eyes flutter as I stare up at the Orc man whose approached us. Jakoby suddenly straightens and I hiss in pain as my back stretches unnecessarily, He's so tense now, I wonder if he knows this man. He squeezes my hand once more before I finally find the wherewithal to reply.

"No need to thank me, racist assholes like him deserve to be put behind bars and I'm glad to help do it" my words come out more as a mumble than I had intended and my knees nearly buckle as he drops a hand to my shoulder.

"I have every right to thank you, I owe you for the lives of my daughter and son. If you ever need anything come back to the church you'll always be welcome here" He reiterates and as he lowers his head to my height I realize that I've been staring at the ground with blood dripping from my mouth. I touch my lip and flinch when I remember that its busted.

"I very much appreciate your kindness sir" I slur slightly as I speak with a pained smile, looking him in the eye as the other Orcs around him nod. Suddenly though I feel my eyelids flutter, the world swaying as the hand on my shoulder tightens and Jakoby's other hand quickly wraps more fully around my waist to steady me.

"Better sit her down before she passes out" The Orc man suggests as Nick drapes my arm farther over his shoulders and drops to slip an arm beneath my knees. I feel the full body ache as he lifts me and rest my head against his shoulder. "You take care of that one brother"

"I will" is all Jakoby says as he carries me away, I hear the man call out to someone else in Orcish and after a second of walking Jakoby lowers, settling me onto the curb. I groan, his arm still braced around my back to keep me from falling as he kneels in front of me. I lean forward into his shoulder heavily, feeling him grow tense as a woman approaches us with a bottle of water which she pushes into my hands.

Jakoby takes and opens it, handing it back to me and letting me drink on my own as he thanks the woman for me. After a few more times of asking me if I'm alright he finally tells me that he has to help Ward. I nod as he stands to help prep the centaur for arrest, backup arriving much later than expected. Mostly because it was Jakoby who called for it I'm sure.

I take another sip and sigh, ignoring as the water drips out through the quite literal hole in my lip and wipe my face. I start to feel a little more coherent if not exhausted as I become more aware of my surroundings. the sound of sirens and the sound of Ward lecturing me from where he stands cuffing the centaur are the first things I hear. I watch as Jakoby rolls his eyes at Wards paternal grumbling but smiles. I put the bottle on the ground next to me the woman long having gone back to her husband.

"Just read him his rights you can nag me later!" I yell back at him, barely catching a word he says as he suddenly frowns upon turning to chew me out, his voice dropping as he speaks to the orc and Jakoby turns to me again. I groan as another wave of dizziness hits me and take a deep breathe as I go to lean back on my arms.

Suddenly all I see is the sky and with a bounce of my head on concrete I realize that I've just fallen completely backward to a chorus of gasps. Ward curses and I hear running footsteps back to me, eyes slipping shut again, ready to just fall asleep at this point. I feel someone kneel by my side and lean over me, calling my name to get me to respond. When I don't though I hear him huff in concern. I do though raise my hand weakly to swat at him as he taps my cheek. "I'm awake just fuckin exhausted, if you don't mind I think.. I'm.. gonna.."

I feel my consciousness fading into blissful sleep.

*Jakoby's POV*

I go stock still as she suddenly falls asleep on the sidewalk, obviously having sustained some kind of head trauma. I pull her back up gently, settling her against my side with my arm around her back. Her head falls against my shoulder and I hear her sigh contently. As the Centaur being loaded into the trailer turns and levels a smirk at her I suddenly wish I could knock that smirk off his face. I stop glaring though as a hand drops down on my shoulder, looking up to find a paramedic who kneels beside us.

"Did you see how she was attacked Officer?" he asks me carefully, taking her pulse and nodding.

"She confronted the suspect and subdued him after he indicated he was going to attack some children who'd followed us from the lot up the block." As I recount the following events to him he blinks at me in shock, eyelids shuttering in from both sides. He shakes his head with a smile and laughs under his breath.

"Reminds me of my sister except she's been brought in by you guys way too many times"

"Alright, just stay right here for a moment we shouldn't move her too much." He tells me calmly as he gestures for an ambulance to come through. I nod and carefully pull her more fully to my chest as I stand able to lift her with an ease that I never seem to get used too. I forget that she's so tiny and fragile when she does things like this.

I look down into her already bruising face, the blood dripping down her chin as the gurney is wheeled out and brought to us. I lay her down on it as I'm told too and push a strand of hair out of her face as they lock her in. "we'll be happy to bring her to Saint johns to receive treatment, will you be riding with or driving behind?"

"Drivin behind" Wards voice cuts into the conversation as they wheel her away he looks angry and I can smell the worry on him as he watches them lift her into the ambulance. "Whats that girls problem? I can nag her later? Oh best believe I'm naggin that girl soon as she wakes her ass up"

He may act like he can't stand her but really I know he's just as protective of her as I am, even though half the time its her whose saved our asses.

Chapter one, Coming Soon!...

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WAC Casablanca

Picking the Mountain West Conference Champion for the 2006 season could be less secure than riding shotgun with Mel Gibson on a Friday night. Whatever group finishes first in the Mountain West this year, they ought to extend the regard the meeting has picked up with the achievement of Utah in 2004 and a year ago with Texas Christian University. Wydad Athletic Club

TCU's 8-0 meeting record, 11-1 by and large, was unquestionably a stunner considering the Horned Frogs were picked to complete fifth by generally prognosticators. Ya' think the MWC groups ought to have seen something when TCU knocked off Oklahoma in Norman in their opening game a year ago?

I am taking a gander at the MWC as a three-group race this year between the up to referenced reptiles alongside Joe Pesci's preferred group, the Utah Utes, and Donny Osmond's favored school, BYU. San Diego State is the Rip Van Winkle of the association.

I trust Utah is going to win the race to the highest point of the MWC. To start with, they play both TCU and BYU at home. The Utes have an exceptionally productive quarterback in Brian Johnson, who was fourth in the country a year ago in all out offense. This will be the second year under head mentor Kyle Whittingham after Urban Meyer went south to take a shot at his tan. Whittingham ought to be increasingly agreeable in the head job this year.

Utah had the best enrolling class in the MWC and could have some genuine monsters in the guarded line with JUCO move Aaron Tonga and green bean Joe Faifili. The guard will be driven by all-MWC cornerback Eric Weddle in a solid auxiliary. The greatest question mark is at running back, where there are a ton of youthful competitors.

BYU has the quarterback with the most obvious opportunity with regards to moving to the following dimension, John Beck. BYU positioned 6th in the country a year ago in passing offense scoring 33 for every game. This year, with eight starters returning in all out attack mode side, the Cougars will be considerably progressively unstable, particularly in the wake of getting a year added to their repertoire with hostile facilitator Robert Anae's spread framework. That's right, BYU lost star WR Todd Watkins, yet they have genuine frosh speedster McKay Jacobson for Beck to hit profound. The running assault ought to improve with a quality veteran hostile line.

BYU has a solid retribution rationale as they lost to TCU a year ago subsequent to driving 41-29 yet endured 9 cautious starter wounds during the game. A far-fetched Frog late rebound spelled rout for the men from Salt Lake. In the event that the Cougars can endure their initial three non-meeting diversions against Arizona in Tucson, Tulsa, and a long outing to Boston College, they ought to have the strength and certainty to fight for the title. News du WAC

I don't think 2006 will be the "Time of the Lizard" in the Mountain West. Despite the fact that the pigskin is an elongated shape, it beyond any doubt bobbed the correct way for TCU a year ago. Karma was certainly TCU's woman a year ago as they had four customary season wins of seven or less alongside a net addition of 21 turnovers. It will be difficult to keep up those numbers again this year.

TCU has a standout amongst the best mentors in the country no one thinks about aside from his better half and Frog fans, Gary Patterson. A year ago TCU was an obscure group, this year they have a bullseye on them greater than a Target store sign.

TCU has inability at the hostile line and has two new beginning cornerbacks. They likewise need to supplant WR playmaker Cory Rodgers. Solid extraordinary groups and incredible pass surging cautious closures will help keep TCU a danger to win it all in the Mountain West.

San Diego State procured the previous Oklahoma hostile facilitator and Iowa University quarterback, Chuck Long, as their new head mentor. There is much even more a Big 12 look to the Aztecs this year with new DC Bob Elliott and OC Del Miller, both from Kansas State. Indeed, having another instructing staff is strike one against them for over-accomplishing this year. Be that as it may, it could be the ideal opportunity for this verifiable under-accomplishing group to complete a flip-flop. Another ball-control offense should help.

Despite the fact that the offense lost great WR Jeff Webb to graduation (indeed, they do have a few alumni at SDS), they have a quality QB in Kevin O'Connell and someone to deal with Long's ideal run-first offense in future NFL'er RB Lynell Hamilton. Eight returning starters on edge side of the ball, including a stalwart optional, should indicate solid improvement from their widely appealing quality a year ago.

OK, who are the folks stepping water in the Mountain West? Begin with Sonny Lubick's Colorado State who have another quarterback coming in to lead the power-running offense. The Rams have the back, Kyle Bell, to hand off to, however should make a stride down in passing proficiency from a year ago's Justin Holland. Actualité News

While CSU ought to be significantly enhanced barrier with seven returning starters, regardless they have the red letter of being 115th in the country in hurrying safeguard a year ago. I trust this to be a "play-on" group, however they simply don't have the playmakers to make it an exceptional group. An extreme non-meeting plan with their customary Colorado game and outings to WAC powers Nevada and Fresno State will help spell out the Ram's MWC destiny.

Next, we have the horde of groups needing to climb to meeting decency. Such huge numbers of inquiries exist for every one of the groups that any of them could complete 6th or ninth. The glad New Mexico Lobos driven by mentor Rocky Long should complete at the highest point of the second-division load. The Lobos have custom and another hostile organizer, Bob Toledo, previous HC of the UCLA Bruins. Anticipate that an alternate style offense should be placed in by Toledo, ordinarily not a decent sign for progress. Be that as it may, New Mexico has the kind of QB Toledo needs to run his offense, Kole McCamey. He can run and he can pass. Shockingly, he never again will pass star WR Hank Baskett nor giving off to primo meeting back Dontrell Moore. ligue des champions 0

New Mexico has a decent timetable with no consecutive gathering street diversions. Notwithstanding, the Lobos have a ton of doubtful players and an absence of playmakers in an offense requiring them.

I should admit, I have been a season-ticket holder for UNLV football for a long time straight. It isn't that I am into rebuffing myself, you simply don't find the opportunity to see much "major class" sports in Las Vegas. Also, we have great seats and you don't need to stress over getting a decent parking spot!

UNLV has a mentor from a triumphant Utah program who seems, by all accounts, to be a decent enrollment specialist. All things considered, at any rate he is getting the "issue cases" from some real Pac-10 schools. I don't have the foggiest idea if the UNLV athletic office needs a decent guide or a decent post trial supervisor. In any case, UNLV has a few players who could be All-MWC with the most significant one being QB Rocky Hinds, an exchange from USC.

Not exclusively was the UNLV protection toward the end in the Mountain West a year ago by an immense edge there is again a noteworthy absence of profundity which could cover the Rebels if the damage bug hits them once more. An auxiliary is reinforced by various Pac-10 moves, yet is as yet more slender than Kate Moss during her "wild days".

Aviation based armed forces isn't flying high and it isn't because of high fuel costs. There is a ton of talk that head mentor Fisher DeBerry's opportunity has arrived, paying little mind to 23 years of being accountable for a glad program. Be that as it may, similarly as for TCU's situation where they won various close amusements, the Falcons lost four recreations by an aggregate of ten. While they were smothered by BYU and TCU, in all reasonableness they had various wounds, particularly in their mind-desensitizing misfortune to Army.

While consecutive losing seasons ought not forecast a miserable Air Force future, it raises foreboding shadows. To keep his activity, DeBerry needs to beat Navy and Army at the base. A four-win meeting season would then compare to a bowl for the dedicated Falcons.

OK, Wyoming mentor Joe Glenn made the front of a national games magazine a year ago (I trust it was the Sporting News). So did Cowboy bands player, Fennis Dembo, who scored 41 points in a triumph over the UCLA Bruins in the NCAA 1987 Tournament, however that was Sports Illustrated.

The fact of the matter being, anyone from Wyoming making the front of any national magazine ought not make more energy than some great fly angling in the Cowboy State. The Pokes began well a year ago at 4-1, however tumbled off their steed in a 0-6 turn. Wyoming has a generally excellent RB in Wynel Seldon with four returning hostile linemen, however inquiries at QB, the optional, and on unique groups mean the Cowboys are battling to avoid the basement with UNLV, Air Force, and New Mexico. The Mountain West Conference champion may slip into a BCS Bowl game this year. TCU joining the MWC a year ago was the best thing that could have happened to this mid-level gathering as the Horned Frogs demonstrated that an extraordinary resistance can conquer any trick or pass-overwhelming offense out there. It is a fun gathering to watch and one that I do accept is on the ascent. They are lanning against real gatherings and have had great achievement as of late against more "name schools". Visit our website for more information here==>> https://wydadplus.com/

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