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lilacmoon83 · 5 years ago

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The Convenience of Love

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Chapter 6: The Return

The last ten years had truly been nothing short of a real fairy tale. Since they had stopped Cora and Leopold's curse, peace had reigned in their Kingdoms. Snow and Charming ruled theirs just and fairly. But their greatest joy was raising their children.

Today was a very special day for their first born, for it was Emma's tenth birthday. The day had started off with Emma's favorite cinnamon pastries, baked fresh by Granny and Red.

Then, they got dressed for the day, and headed out into the forest on horseback, complete with blankets and a large picnic basket. Family outings like this were as frequent as possible and one of Emma's favorite things to do.

While Snow unloaded their picnic basket on the blanket with their baby girl in her lap, she watched her husband and other children fondly. Emma loved playing knight and dueled her father in a wooden sword match, while their five-year-old son watched on excitedly.

"I yield to you, Princess Emma...I am no match for you," David said, as he knelt before their daughter and Emma hugged him.

"Mama...I won!" Emma called, as he scooped her and their son, James, into his arms, before carrying them over to the picnic blanket.

"I see that...someday you will be one of our Kingdom's most valiant Knights," Snow said fondly.

"Like Daddy is?" she asked. Snow smiled.

"Just like Daddy," she said, as he leaned in and kissed her tenderly, before dropping a kiss to their baby daughter's head. Little Rose cooed at him and reached for him, as he picked her up and cuddled her.

"Is Granny making my cake?" Emma asked excitedly, as her mother gave her a plate with some freshly baked bread with jam, cheese, and a few strawberries and carrots.

"She is and since you're going to get plenty of sugar at your party later, I want you to eat your vegetables," Snow said. David chuckled, as their daughter wrinkled her nose.

"Is it chocolate cake?" Emma asked. Snow smiled.

"Of course it is...what other kind is there?" Snow replied, as they shared a smile. Emma munched on her bread, but saw a flash of something out of the corner of her eye. She got up and went to investigate what she had seen.

"Emma...don't wander too far," Snow warned, but their little girl looked behind the tree, only to see a boy that only looked to be a couple years older than her.

"Hi…" she said, as he looked frightened and stumbled away, preparing to run.

"Wait!" she called, as he stopped and looked scared, as her parents noticed him.

"It's okay...you don't need to be afraid," Snow said, as the boy swallowed nervously. She recognized a desperate, scared soul when she saw one. She had been the same during her short time as a bandit.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, as she held out some bread. Emma took initiative and took the bread from her mother, before handing it to the boy. His mouth watered at the sight and he began to eat hungrily.

"What's your name?" Snow inquired.

"B...Baelfire…" he answered, as he devoured the food.

"Are you lost Baelfire?" she asked, seeing the sadness in his eyes.

"I've...been lost a long time," he admitted.

"But now you're found. That's what this family does, right Daddy?" Emma asked. David smiled and nodded.

"That's right, princess," he replied.

"We find people," Emma said proudly.

"I'm...I'm just a lost boy. Trust me, you don't want me. I almost destroyed the last family that took me in," he replied sadly. Snow smiled kindly.

"We'll take our chances," she said, as they started to pack up.

"Come on...I'll not have you be sleeping in the woods and going hungry in my Kingdom," she said kindly, as the boy followed them home. He was still wary, for they seemed too good to be true and he knew it was only a matter of time before his father knew he was back. He had never meant to come back here. He had escaped Neverland and meant to go back to London, but something went wrong and he ended up back in the Enchanted Forest.

"You should forget about me...I'm a danger to your family," Baelfire warned.

"Like my wife said, we'll take our chances. We try very hard to make sure no children go hungry in our Kingdom," David answered and against his best judgement, Baelfire followed them back to their castle.

"Sorry dearies...no curse for you," he said, as he held them at bay.

"You'll regret betraying me, Rumple. You may stop us today...but we will return and this curse will happen," Cora warned. He waved his hand and they were both turned to stone, allowing them all a sigh of relief.

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Rumpelstiltskin came out of his meditative trance that morning. He often saw visions of the future, but this one was of the past. On this day, almost ten years ago. The birth date of the would be Savior and he knew why he was hearing that memory on this day. Cora's words rang firmly in his mind. Whatever spell she had enacted before he turned her to stone was about to come to fruition. Naturally. He should have known that Cora would pick this day to return to wreak havoc on the Charmings.

"Rumple?" a voice called, as he turned to his maid and tried to ignore the flutter in his cold, blackened heart when it came to her.

"Is everything all right?" she asked.

"No...change out of those rags and into something appropriate," he replied.

"Change?" she asked. He waved his hand impatiently and her blue maid's dress disappeared, only to be replaced by a gold gown.

"We are going to visit Queen Snow White and King Charming," he announced, as they disappeared in twin puffs of red smoke.

~*~

"Wow...that cake is spectacular," Robin mentioned, as he reached out with a finger to snag the frosting, but recoiled when Granny slapped it away with a wooden spoon.

"Next time you get whacked in the head, mister," the old woman warned. Robin chuckled and shook his hand.

"You know better than that. You're lucky you didn't pull back a bloody stub," Regina teased her husband, as she entered the atrium of the palace, carrying a large box with a bow on it.

"Can't blame a guy for trying," he said, as she put the present down with the others and smiled, as he slipped his arms around her waist from behind.

"Easy there, my thief. We do not have time for any of that now," she teased.

"Then later," he purred, as Snow and Charming returned from their family outing with the children.

"Wow...is that cake for me!?" Emma called and Red smiled.

"Sure is, little one. Happy Birthday, sweetie," Red replied, as she hugged her.

"Thanks Aunt Red," Emma said excitedly.

"Uh Snow...are you aware that there's a dirty little boy following you home?" Regina asked, as baby Rose reached for her and she eagerly took her baby niece in her arms.

"Oh yes...this is Baelfire and he's coming to Emma's party. We just need to get him cleaned up a bit," Snow said, as she motioned to a couple of the staff.

"It's okay...they're going to let you bathe and get you some clean clothes," Snow urged. Though he was still leery, it was hard not to trust her. She was so warm and kind and a mother, reminding him of how kind Mrs. Darling was to him. Right before he almost ruined their family. But he didn't argue and went with the two women.

"This place looks amazing," Snow complimented, as she saw her son looking at the cake.

"Oh no you don't, mister," David said, catching him, before he could put his hand in the cake. Little James giggled, as his father tickled him.

"Okay you two, it's almost time for the party and we need to change into our nice clothes," Snow said, as the royal family ascended the stairs.

When they returned, thirty minutes later, Snow was wearing a whitish gold gown, while Charming wore his familiar formal red coat ensemble. Emma wore a red dress with a white bow sash around her waist. Little James wore a miniature version of Charming's ensemble, because Snow just couldn't help herself, and baby Rose wore a soft pink dress. Baelfire returned too, cleaned and pressed, and Emma waved to him.

"Happy Birthday," he said shyly.

"Thanks...wanna play games with me?" Emma asked. He smiled.

"Sure," he answered, as they proceeded to play, while the adults socialized. Her Grandfather George sat in his Throne, enjoying the wine and festivities, while Grandma Ruth helped Granny finish getting the food ready. The dwarves drank merrily and even Hook and his daughter Alice arrived to attend the party, as did Maleficent and Lily.

The evening passed quickly and soon it was time for cake. They sang to Emma and made her feel special, as they always did and she sat in her father's lap and ate cake.

"This moment is a very special one, princess," he said.

"It is?" she asked, as he smiled at the frosting on her cheeks.

"It is, because at this very moment, right now, you were born and made mine and mommy's world complete," he said, as Snow smiled at them. Suddenly, the candles and lanterns in the room flickered and the doors swung open.

"Sorry we're late…" a woman's voice said that sent chills down their spines. In the doorway stood Cora and Leopold.

"No…" Snow uttered in disbelief. Charming was quickly on his feet and ushering Emma and Ben behind Red, while Snow clutched the baby close to her chest. He stood in front of her and drew his sword, as they strode into the room. The guards fell unconscious, as Cora passed them, thanks to her magic.

"This isn't possible…" Regina said in fear.

"Oh, I assure you it is, dear. You see...I knew Rumple would betray me and so I cast my own counter spell in the final moments before his consumed us," she explained.

"I decreed that we would return, on the Savior's tenth birthday, and have our revenge," Cora said, as her eyes searched the room and rested on Emma.

"Happy Birthday, little one," she cooed.

"I see you two have certainly been busy," she quipped, as Leopold approached.

"That's close enough," David growled, as he pointed his sword at the disgraced King.

"You took my Kingdom from me once...and now I shall take it back," he said, as Cora disarmed David and thrust him back against the wall.

"David!" Snow cried, as the baby whimpered.

"Daddy!" Emma and James cried, as they tried to go to him, just as Leopold grabbed Snow's arm.

"And you...my dear daughter, will take your place at my side, along with your children," he hissed.

"Never," she hissed back, as she stomped on his foot. He grimaced in pain and backhanded her for, almost sending her crashing to the floor, but Regina caught her, as the baby wailed.

"You Son of a Bitch!" David screamed, as he struggled fruitlessly with the bonds keeping him confined to the wall.

"Time to die...Prince Charming…" Cora seethed, knowing it would destroy her wretched step-daughter.

"No!" Snow cried, as the vines began to squeeze the life out of him. But a blast of magic hit her, interrupting her spell. It wasn't very strong, but the source shocked her, though it probably shouldn't have.

"Well, well...she has magic. Of course...the Savior," Cora said, as she strode toward Emma. Everyone that tried to put themselves in her path to the child was swept away until she was face to face with the small child.

"Foolish little girl...do you really think your magic can stand against me?" Cora asked. The entire room cried out in horror, as Cora's hand passed into Emma's chest.

"Mother no!" Regina begged. Cora chuckled and prepared to yank her heart out.

"It's nothing personal, little one...you can blame your mother for this," she said, as she yanked on her heart. But oddly, it wouldn't budge.

'What…" she uttered, just before a wave of white light erupted from Emma's being and tossed her away, stunning them all. With her momentary lapse, the vines loosened enough and David tore away from the wall, before scooping his children up and carrying them to Snow. Leopold wisely recoiled and helped Cora to her feet.

"What happened?" Snow wondered and Regina smirked.

"Emma's the product of true love. She's pure light magic...she's the Savior and my mother can't rip her heart," Regina deduced smugly.

"But the same can't be said for the rest of you," Cora growled, as she got to her feet and waved her hand, as the cauldron, that was once stone, appeared in the room. It was billowing anew, ready for the final ingredient.

"Let's resume what we started ten years ago…" Cora said, as Rumple appeared before them and ushered Belle off to the side.

"Mmm...hello Rumple, so good to see you," Cora cooed.

"Sentiment not returned," Rumple responded, as Leopold slipped away, just as their magic clashed. But he wouldn't get far, as he found Charming and the seven dwarves in his way.

"No escape for you, sicko," Grumpy growled, as Cora and Rumple dueled with magic.

"Destroy the cauldron!" he called, as Regina and Maleficent poured their power into it and the entire thing, along with the curse, was obliterated.

"NOOO!" Cora cried and then growled, as she poured all the magic she had at him.

"If I can't have my curse...then perhaps I'll take your dagger and become the Dark One," she threatened.

"No mother...you're done," Regina said, as she joined the fight. Cora waved her hand though and Regina became frozen, as she was tossed away.

"Such a disappointment," she commented, as she overpowered Rumple and swept Maleficent away.

"Where's the dagger, Rumple?" she purred, as she stared down at him. He didn't answer, but she extracted it from the pocket inside his vest. She smirked evilly.

"How foolish of you to keep it so close," she hissed and Baelfire screamed, as she stabbed him with it.

"Bae…" he uttered, as he finally saw him. Cora cackled, as she extracted the dagger and waited for the name on it to change with bated breath. But nothing happened.

"What's going on?" she asked, as she watched Rumple pull himself to his feet and heal his wound.

"You fell for my ruse exactly as I knew you would," he said smugly, as he waved his hand. The dagger disappeared and revealed that it was merely disguised for what it really was. A tiny box with a red gem in the center. Cora's eyes widened, but it was too late, as Rumple waved his hand and opened Pandora's box. Cora screamed in horror, as she was sucked inside it and the box fell harmlessly to the floor. Rumple raised his boot and smashed the box to smithereens, ensuring that no one could ever open it and Cora would be trapped forever in a netherworld. It was finally over.

"Bae…" he uttered with tears in his eyes and his son recoiled a bit.

"Bae please...I made a terrible mistake. I searched for years and then boded my time, for I knew you'd return. I promise you I will never abandon you again," he said tearfully.

"Please...just give me one more chance to prove it," he pleaded. Though he still had anger and abandonment issues, he ran into his father's arms and hugged him tightly. The leathery appearance to the Dark One's skin faded a bit, making him appear human again, yet allowing him to retain his powers. Rumpelstiltskin had finally found balance. Belle smiled at him, as she sided up to him and he took her hand, sharing her smile.

"Take him to the dungeon. He's never seeing the light of day again," Charming ordered, as Leopold was arrested.

"Snow...I am your father...you cannot do this!" Leopold protested.

"You stopped being my father when you abused me. I never want to see you again and now I don't have to," Snow answered, as she slipped her arms around her husband's waist and he pulled her close. Leopold was led away and David kissed her tenderly.

"It's truly over now, my darling," he promised and she smiled up at him, as they shared another passionate kiss. The baby cooed between them and they kissed her as well, as Emma and James hurried over to them. Peace had been momentarily interrupted, but thanks to true love, it was once again restored, and permanently this time...

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #feat little Emma #and young baelfire #Rumbelle #OQ #evil Cora #evil Leopold #romance #adventure #family #AU #the convenience of love

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victoria-hyde · 5 years ago

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Fanfiction Of The Dullahan AU

The air carried a bloody tint, lit by pitchforks and torches hoisted into the air by the jeering town. Granny Frankie sneered, bleached hair whipping the air with the same ferocity as the creature's whip. These Dullahan were even more morally revolting than she initially thought. The abomination was young, tears streaming from his abnormally crimson eyes, pleading for mercy. The executioner notched their arrow, and Frankenstein watched on in delight as the headless creature realised, with a wave of hopelessness, that no one was coming to his rescue. Frankie allowed herself a smirk, knowing she had caused the lynching of one of these monsters. Her anticipation-ridden countenance glowed in the hellish light. A high-pitched whistling sounded, then a sickeningly damp thud, as his spark of life was doused. The body crumpled and his head, which was previously grasped so tightly to his chest, tumbled out of his grasp and rolled across the pavement. Frankenstein looked down, meeting the eyeless gaze with a morbid sense of pride and satisfaction. She bent down and held it in the air, soft tufts of hair tickling her knuckles.

"Good riddance to these abominations!" She bellowed, barely audible over the cheering of the crowd.

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Earlier that week, the old woman was seething with animosity, longing for nothing more than to leave the confines of her musty town and wreak vengeance. She knew she was in no condition to leave though, let alone dispose of one of the Dullahan. She felt her teeth grind together just at the thought of one of those creatures; the crime against nature that her friend had told her, killed her wife Elizabeth. She wouldn't have let her condition stop her, but Creature, was adamant that she take care of herself. Her callous, frosty eyes set ablaze as an idea began to stitch itself together. The cool wooden boards protested under her weight, soon replaced with the indifferent click of stone, as she made her way to the centre of the town, ready to spread some horrifying rumours about the headless horse riders.

She returned home later that evening, satisfied with her unethical day's work. The door clicked shut behind her, as she smirked, unable to recall half the nonsense she had sprouted at anyone who gave her their ear. The specific of her words didn't matter in the end, all that did was the damage in the content. Their name already stunk from one end of this musty town to the other. She stomped towards her bedroom, gratified with the attack on her husband's killers.

***

A furious neigh hollered over the farrago of shouts, breaking Frankenstein out of her scornful reminisce. She jolted, head snapping around in panic as hoofbeats lurched into her ears. The demon riding atop the horse seemed to be made almost entirely of emerald flames, licking at the sides of his steed. The heat was so intense, as would be the wrath of the rider, that she could feel the heat scorch her skin, even from where she was standing. With a pang of horror, she realised this was her victim's companion. She hurriedly lowered the head and attempted to become as inconspicuous as possible. She stared in terror as his midnight steed halted beside his friend's corpse. Frankenstein waited with bated breath as he studied the arrow protruding from the other's back. He lashed around, facing the crowd, features tight with fury.

"Can you see what you've done!?" He shrieked, the villagers' torches fluctuating with the cracks in his voice. A few sharp gasps filled the air as torches were dropped, and a dozen of the villagers nursed singed fingers. "ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?! NOW THAT YOU'VE STOLEN AN INNOCENT AWAY FROM THEIR FAMILY AND FUTURE!?" A thick blanket of dread uneasily settled over her. "We have left you alone for 100 years, letting you live your lives in peace, and how do you repay us!? By capturing my best friend and murdering him!" Confused and fearful murmurs spread through the audience like a disease. Frankenstein felt sick to her stomach. 'They had left us alone for 100 years? She had killed a young boy -one the same age as her own son-, for no reason. Her wife wasn't murdered?!' Her hand leapt to cover her mouth, but a metallic taste settled on her tongue and stabbed its way up her nose. Frankenstein gagged in horror, unable to look away from the crimson tainting her skin. A suffocating appal hung thick over the gathering, permeating the edges thought.

The fiery man seemed to think he had deemed the gathering enough time to process this, and announced, voice cracking, "WHO IS RES- WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!?" Everyone in the crowd began muttering, barrels of judgemental sideways glances shot at her. These small indications seemed to be enough for the sprite of spite, as his kelpie began thundering towards her. Frankenstein warbled backwards unsteadily and spun on her heel, ready to make an escape.

Then she felt an all too familiar, sickly clench and churn in her gut, an acidic sting in her gullet, and knew she would be subjected to the throes of illness, left at the mercy of a vengeful spirit. She felt the dread welling up inside her or perhaps it was vomit, either way, she knew it wasn't likely she would make it out of this alive. She knew what his rage felt like, and she knew what it had driven her to do and what it had caused. Her knees gave out, sending throbs of agony pulsing in her thighs. She keeled over, retching blood. She wasn't aware of the crowd backing away, or the cease of hooves over the pounding in her ears. Gasping for air, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, she glanced up and saw the jade man gazing down on her with what could only be a pitiful sneer.

"Do it then," she spat, flecks of gore spraying from her mouth. "Kill me. Exact your revenge." The man didn't move, eyes moving up and down her, housing barely constrained but not hidden contempt. "Hurry up!" Her voice was shrill.

"No," the creature stated. "No, I won't. You may be an awful excuse of a person, but you still have a family, and I'm not going to take you from them." He crouched, inches from her face. His voice warped, eerily layering over itself and stinking of time. "You don't deserve the mercy of death. Let your illness be your blight until you shuffle off this mortal coil, ready for me to collect your soul and ease you into a restless slumber. Let your dwindling conscience be an endless barrage of guilt, making you wallow what you have done, and the lies you have spread through this village like a plague." He rose to his feet, eyes glowing, the incantated purple prose nearly tangible in the air, drifting off his tongue like smoke. "I, a being of sin and debauchery, am more human than you." With those parting words, he mounted his steed and departed. Frankenstein didn't look away, even when his glow had long since been swallowed by the horizon and the sun began to rise, his words still ringing in her ears.

The Moral: Don't gossip, it will only end in tears and tragedy. This is shown in how the world's angriest grandma hears a piece of gossip that drives her to enact revenge for an event that never happened, and employs gossiping as her tool of disaster. She later learns that none of what she had been told was true, and she had taken an innocent life. She receives her punishment for her deceit and heinous actions in the form of a curse and a promise, a curse of guilt and suffering, and a promise of a disturbed death. Rumours create all the problems in this short story.

The Dullahan AU is the property of @jeks-tgs on Tumblr. I just changed it up a bit and completely destroyed the timeline and lore for another course project. At this point it is more inspired from their AU. I am terribly sorry. One day, I might give this fandom something besides an angsty AU I did for a school project. That day is not today.

#the glass scientists #tgs #I'm so sorry for whatever this is #edward hyde #tgs hyde #Dullahan jekyll #dullahan au #frankenstein

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neverwatchedonepiece · 6 years ago

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538-539: "The Straw Hats Defeated?! Hordy Gains Control of the Rygu Palace!" and "The Haunting Ties! Nami and the Fish-Man Pirates!"

Neptune’s finely tuned Roid-dar in action.

Finally figured out what was wrong with Chrome, so it’s business as usual. (FYI, it was the antivirus SSL scanning feature conflicting with certain websites’ certificates. Not great that I have to turn it off for browsers to function but that is a rant for another blog.)

On the Fishman Island arc front, 539 was the episode I’d been waiting for. I don’t have all the story yet but I know it’s coming. I’m excited to see what Oda does with Queen Otohime and Fisher Tiger’s stories. I also wanted to talk about Nami this post and I finally have the chance because she’s already at the Sea Forest and has met Jimbei (more on that later).

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A Fishman Captain who can’t beat a human in a fight underwater without resorting to performance enhancing Fish Roids can’t amount to much, either.

Just a thought.

Must say the spoileriffic title for 538 was unexpected. I honestly thought Zoro would win, or at least force a stalemate so that he could hold back the invasion with Usopp and Brook. Nope. Oda has diverted the plot in a direction I did not predict. Now I’m wondering how Neptune will retake the palace. I’m thinking a concerted effort, with the royal guard, maybe some citizens, plus reunited Strawhats out in force. Mainly so the Strawhats can clear their name because right now, the locals still believe they’re responsible for storming the palace and kidnapping Shirahoshi.

There was some good tension sustained when Zoro was fighting underwater and knew he had to surface to breathe. He defeated Hordy but was grabbed by a bunch of Hordy’s Roided Goons. When I was a kid, I remember playing Sonic the Hedgehog. There was nothing like that dread when Sonic was underwater and the oxygen countdown started. Find a bubble or else! Even though I knew Zoro’s plot shield would hold, I still felt that tension. xD For a moment, I was annoyed that Usopp didn’t go help him but then I realised Usopp was the only thing stopping Brook from sinking like a stone.

Neptune was great. I like the guy now. Compared to Hordy Jones, he’s an excellent leader. I brought up before his tendency to take advice, to listen to his people and consider their opinions even if he weighs them up and decides to do something else. In 537, it was obvious that Neptune cares about his people. He realised the Fish roids could be a real threat to his people’s safety. Instead of saving face, instead of a “we shall defend this palace to the death!” attitude that only gets people killed, Neptune only considered getting everyone out safely, and used his strength to secure an escape route: sacrificing himself in the process.

When his men did escape, they immediately thought of Neptune, of how he had helped them. They wanted to help Neptune because of everything he had done for them.

Compare that to Hordy “Become my Meat Shield or Die” Jones. He rules by fear and thinks of his dispensable soldiers in terms of what they can do for him.

It’s clear who the best king here is.

Must admit, though. Hordy Jones is organised. He instructed his head goons to assemble raiding parties to invade different districts of Mermaid Cove. Waterwheel Town, Candy Factory Town, Fishverly Hills, and other places I didn’t catch are under the control of Hordy Jones. His Head Goons wasted no time forcing the new regime and the new ideals on the locals, forcing them to commit a highly-charged political act of disrespect: step on an image of Queen Otohime or die.

Naturally, Fukaboshi was fuming when he found out what was going on. That was his mother. Not cool. (I am hopeful he will lead the counterattack. I bet he’ll succeed Neptune some day.)

I’m also wondering about Big Mom. Candy Factory Town has fallen to Hordy Jones. If the tribues stop pouring in from Fishman Island, would she send someone to see what’s going on and kick Hordy’s ass herself? I mean, sure, the Roids make him strong, but this is a Yonkou were talking about here.

And Brook is a potential wild card here too. When Neptune, Zoro and Usopp were captured, Hordy’s Goons dismissed Brook. “What’s that skeleton doing here?” “Dunno.” I wonder if Brook will do a Sanji and complete the stealth missions this arc?

Jimbei’s Glorious Reaction Face

LUFFY-KUN, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

Watching Jimbei unravel like that was hilarious. It’s always funnier when the stoic characters crack. Only Luffy could stress someone out that much. And we got two in a row when he realised Hachi was there too. Chopper should start running blood pressure clinics for those suffering Strawhat-induced stress.

The object of Jimbei’s stress was that Luffy had appeared with Princess Shirahoshi in tow. Jimbei knew all the crap she had been through (I wonder if he tried to stop it before but couldn’t find Decken?). He also knew how unsafe it was for her to be outside. Just as he said this to Luffy, a random axe whirred through the air and Luffy deflected it.

I admire Luffy’s unwavering confidence that he can protect Shirahoshi (“She knows I’ve got her back!”) and I love that he did take her to the Sea Forest to pray at her mother’s grave (that was sad) but it is bloody dangerous, you’ve got to admit. Jimbei said the harrassment started after Queen Otohime’s death so poor Shirahosi couldn’t even attend her mother’s funeral (I need someone to kick that guy’s ass ASAP. Do not care who it is now.) What if Luffy suddenly has his hands full? Maybe Sanji will step in and fend off Decken, now that he’s back to normal, thank god. I guess the most effective treatment for Sanji’s weakness is immersion therapy.

The lack of message to Luffy is also suspicious. Why did Jimbei’s message not get through? Someone is intercepting communication. I wonder if Hordy is behind this too. Maybe he doesn’t want the peaceable but powerful Jimbei ruining his plans.

Den-san wondered what all the commotion was and shouted out from Sunny’s deck (and Franky had his “My captain is a dumbass” moment). Not long after, Nami and Camie arrived.

I liked that Oda assembled those three Merfolk and Fishmen together because they were able to represent different voices from Fishmen Island. It wasnt’ just one person speaking for their history. All of them had a voice.

Including a human who had been affected by the violent repercussions of Fishman Island’s brutal history.

Nami and Fishman History

I have been wanting to write about Nami for ages. After I finished the last post, I started thinking about Hordy and what he would think of Nami if he found out about her. I guessed he would hate her for betraying Arlong and would want revenge. It’s funny, but Hordy made the same mistake with Nami as Arlong did. He underestimated her. When she left with Camie, Hordy’s goons did tell him, but he dismissed the warning. Let them go. It doesn’t matter.

Now, I wonder if history will repeat itself. Nami has escaped, has told Luffy what’s going on and soon they will have the power to regroup, counterattack and re-take the palace. I doubt they will ever fix the relationships between humans and Fishfolk. But maybe they could be a symbol of improvement, if nothing else.

Nami’s reaction to Jimbei in the last episode was telling. Something was up there, I was certain of it. Again, in 538, she was indifferent to the point of wariness when she spoke to him. Camie was full of admiration. Nami was guarded. She also wanted to skip straight to the point and halted Sanji’s fool antics in their tracks because she had a bone to pick with Jimbei.

I had been thinking about Jimbei and how he might be related to all the troubles in Fishman Island.

I had no idea he was the one who set Arlong on the rampage in East Blue.

Nami must have known something. Maybe she heard Arlong talking about Jimbei. Maybe Arlong told stories about the Sun Pirates and Jimbei’s name came up.

Jimbei did apologise. He said he was grateful for the Strawhats stopping Arlong wreaking further havoc in East Blue. But for Nami - and Sanji for that matter (I am so glad the daft behaviour has stopped. I like Sanji best when he’s being serious) - the apology wasn’t quite enough.

Sanji remembered was Yosaku told them about JImbei (I would totally have forgot about this if not for the flashback). In exchange for joining the Shichibukai, he set Arlong loose. Still not sure exactly what that means. Did Jimbei say, “Right, Arlong, go get those stinky humans” or did he have to cut the extremist Arlong loose so he could ascend to an official government role and not be tainted be association?

Sanji was cool here. “If you wanna make excuses, fine,” he said. “But Nami here had her home taken over by Arlong and went through hell. Depending on what you say, I might not forgive you.”

Which is fair enough, actually. No one is obliged to forgive anyone.

Nami told her story. She also said that travelling to Sabaody Park and finding out about how awfully Fishmen are treated would never change the way she feels about Arlong, but now she understands why he thought that way.

That is hugely generous of her, honestly. Considering the way Nami was treated by Arlong, to even feel the tiniest shred of understanding for his motives is remarkable. She saw how Camie and Hachi were treated and I think it was a real eye-opener for her. One that she’d never forget

Then the story of Fishman Island was told by three Fishmen who had lived through the worst of its history, Jimbei, Hachi and Den-san.

Nami mentioned that Arlong Park looked exactly like Sabaody Park. Hachi said that when they were little, they yearned for what the human world had. That shot above is like poor street kids looking over a wall into a gated community and longing for the tiniest portion of what the rich people have.

But when they grew up, they hurt so many humans, Hachi said. He heard that, long ago, Fishmen and Merfolk were considered mere fish by humans. (This reminds me of how 18th century western academics used to classify other races as subhuman. Disgusting.) But then two hundred years ago, the Ryugu Kingdom became a member of the World Government.

You would think that would improve relations, wouldn’t you? But no. The Celestial Dragons, the ones who held the real power, were still bigoted and were the worst of them all.

The Great Pirate Era hit and Den-san said that was the worst time of all. Human pirates rampaged through Fishman Island. It was taken over.

And now I know why Jimbei was so determined to fight and die for Whitebeard. Saint Whitebeard the Great saved Fishman Island, claimed it for his own and imposed peace.

But humans still didn’t like Fishmen. The Strawhats had seen that at Sabaody. Even though the World Government bridged the gap in relations, it did not improve much.

Then two figures stepped up to change Fishman Island’s history forever.

Queen Otohime, Shirahoshi’s mother, tried to convince the islanders to live in harmony with humans.

Fisher Tiger, the hero who invaded Mariejois ON HIS OWN to free the imprisoned Fishman slaves, called for a parting of the ways between Fishmen and humans.

I haven’t heard all the story yet, but I’m guessing these two have a Major Difference of Opinion.

I can’t wait to hear the rest.

This is some good stuff. I love the themes in this arc. There’s so much here that resonates strongly with current events. It’s almost spooky...

You’re right, Franky. There’s no point. Just smile and nod.

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starscreamloki · 7 years ago

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When Witches are Thieves and Tricksters are Saviors, all will fall

Chapter Three - Trickster

Previous chapter

Imagine: You’re an immortal witch who was cast out of Asgard and kept in a cell in another realm where you couldn’t escape nor hurt anybody. When Loki learned about you, he was instantly curious and did all the research necessary to find you. He also learned that you were unstoppable when you used to possess the mind stone. Loki started to pay you very interesting visits, where he actually developed a sort of fascination and loyalty to you, to the point where he actually plotted to break you out, get the stone from Vision and give it to you so you could join forces and do the unimaginable together.

Warnings: none

Words: 4475

A/N: It took some time to write this chapter because I had a lot of research to do about some other Marvel characters. I’m still not sure I did a good job because I’m a little unsure if I gave enough credit to the characters. However, I do like the events I’ve written in this chapter, so it might be not so bad after all. I’m sorry if characters are OOC, I gave it my best shot!

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They called me an antagonist, a cruel vixen who wanted nothing more than to watch the Nine Realms burn.

But pray I ask you, have you ever wondered why? Have you ever asked yourselves why a villain becomes a villain and doesn't see herself that way? Because, believe me, one has to get battered down, a lot, and hard, to become as malicious as I was… Am!

I come from a big family and things weren’t always easy. Mom wasn’t around, dad was often gone, and I had to deal with 4 siblings and half of them weren’t even spouse from my mother.

But most of that didn't matter because everything was fine and worked out, until one day the enemy invaded our house when our father wasn't home. He failed to protect us. My half-brothers got in a fight with each other, not able to settle between them what they should do, and one killed the other. We all got dragged out of the house and I never saw them again.

They bound a large rock to my ankles and tossed me in the ocean, but at that point I already had gained immortality. I could not die but it had taken me quite some time to break free.

You see, all I - and my family - ever wanted was to live in peace. But they invaded my home, hurted us, reigned death without any explanation, and thus I became an antagonist.They dragged me out, forced my hand, and with that created an uncontrollable rage and hate.

And now I will not rest before I get my revenge!

***

For a couple of days Loki had traveled between Asgard and Muspelheim using the secret passageway in the mountain.

It had been a good way to practice his portalling. At first he still had used his horse to get to the mountains, creating portals to cross small distances at first, larger distances after a couple of times. He had also practiced his portalling in Muspelheim and so far so good. After a while he was able to portal from the palace to the mountains, step through the rift in the realms, and portal to Morganna.

On his first visited she had berated him, “I don’t see you carrying any food.”

“I’m not a donkey. I have magic for that!” and it became sort of their running gag. Loki would drop the food in the cage and after that they would talk about various things. Morganna was slowly getting her strength back and with that, her magic. She had showed him some of her magic which Loki had tried himself. He couldn’t control the powers she controlled, but he learned from the theoretics and had used it to apply, and amplify, his own powers.

And occasionally they had tested the cage, as they were doing now.

“Let me try something,” Loki said and portalled away only to reappear a second later with a struggling demon which he roughly shoved against the glass. He called forth his seidr and wrapped the demon in it. Then he started to magically rearrange the fibers of the magic and the glass of the cage so he could shove the demon through. The demon screamed and struggled but Loki’s grip was firm and slowly it was being pushed through the cage. This could work! If Loki could push the demon in, then he would be able to get Morganna out! But his joy was short lived as the demon got ripped apart by all the magic, leaving Morganna and Loki sprayed with blood and guts.

A look of astonishment on both their faces turned to one of disappointment and then they started to laugh. “At least we’ve made some progress,” Morganna said.

“You’ve made no progress, I have,” Loki said cocky and Morganna fixed him with a stare.

She shrugged, “You’re right.”

Loki was taken aback by her words. It wasn’t very often that someone said he was right, and if they did, he usually got berated or scolded after that. I little wistful smile formed on his lips.

He really liked Morganna and it was nice to have someone to talk to. Someone who understood him, understood his rage, his pain, his hate. But they were also very different, because he was ice and she was fire. He was the liar and she was the storyteller. It was weird that he was drawn to her so much, yet he didn’t feel like she would ever make a good lover but he didn’t understand why.

“Are you going to try it again?” Morganna asked him hopefully.

“No, not today.”

Morganna looked disappointed but it was short lived and she smiled. “Well, it was good talking to you.”

“Are you under the impression I’m leaving?” Loki asked while he leaned against the glass.

“Well, yes. You usually do when you’ve tried to breach the cage once. So I thought this time would be no different,” she said, a sadness audible in her voice.

Loki opened his mouth to say something, but she beat him to it and calmly said, “Loki, behind you.”

Loki looked over his shoulder to see three demons running at him, murder in their eyes, ready to rip him apart. He focused his attention back to Morganna.

“Well, maybe I can make an exception today,” he said with a smile on his face. Behind his back he flicked his wrist while calling forth his Seidr and send two demons flying back, smacking them against some rock and killing them instantly.

“Hm, what do you want to talk about?” she said while she also leaned against the glass on the other side. “You forgot one.”

“No, I didn’t,” with a quick turn Loki grabbed the demon by its neck and drove a dagger through its skull, and once again he was sprayed with blood. “I really have to stop making a bloody mess when I kill these things,” he muttered while turning back to Morganna and dropping the body unceremoniously to the ground.

“Then don’t let them come near you.”

“I thought you of all people would understand why sometimes a close combat is so much nicer than one from afar,” he grinned wickedly at her.

She smiled and hummed in agreement. Loki’s smile dropped and he seemed to ponder on something but didn’t speak his mind. “Out with it,” Morganna ordered him.

Loki gave her a dirty look. He didn’t like to be told what to do but experiences from the past had taught him to heed her commands because she could always tell when he was lying. And even if glass and distance separated them, she could acces his mind and wreak havoc in there. She had done it once, just to prove a point, he shuddered. It hadn’t been pleasant, uttermost intrusive even, but she had made amends by sharing some knowledge with him so he could amplify his own ability to read minds. Soon he would be able to alter a person's memories, the real one not distinguishable from the fake one he would create. But she had made a promise and a threat at that very moment, “don’t ever think I will not do that again if I deem it necessary. And don’t ever think about messing with my memories because that would be the last sane thing you would ever do!” Loki believed her, not only because she wasn’t able to lie, but also because he had felt the truth in her words.

Morganna banged on the glass, startling Loki back to reality from his reverie. “You’ve never told me which realm you are actually from,” he blurted.

Morganna knotted her eyebrows at his weird question but answered, “I’m from Asgard. But I’m not quite sure of my heritage.” She spoke softly but her words couldn’t have sounded more loud to Loki. “But I do not wish to speak any further about this subject,” she harshly said. “So, what will you, or we… try next to open this cage?”

Loki was silent for a moment, mulling over her words and trying to keep some of his own dark feelings at bay. Then he spoke, “I don’t know. I’m running out of ideas,” he sighed while probing the class. “It's just-- Maybe… I--” he stuttered which surprised him, he wasn’t one to stutter often and actually always had a plan. The thing was he had deprived his plans and with that came realisation that--

“Your not strong enough,” Morganna said laconic.

Loki shot the witch an angry glare, fire blazing in his eyes for the sudden rage he felt at her remark. He slammed the glass and screamed at her, “WITCH, SAY THAT ONE MORE TIME AND I’LL LEAVE YOU IN THIS CAGE TO ROT!”

Morganna only laughed which further enraged him. “Loki, you can seeth in anger, rage and hate all you want. You can threaten me until our end of days, it still doesn’t change the fact that this magic might be beyond you. It's not for the lack of will, and probably it isn’t your strength because those lie elsewhere, but it just simply is.”

Loki bared his teeth and growled viciously but before he could set of a tirade, she spoke again, her words were barely audible, her voice soft and she meant what she said, “you are NOT weak. I never implied nor said that…”

Loki’s rage suddenly seemed to subside and he looked down, biting his lip. He mused over her words, not entirely sure what to do with them or where to place them. The painful part actually was that she was right. She indeed had never called him weak but there were still things he had to learn and maybe indeed he wasn’t strong enough-- No, this wasn’t his department. This was her department tough, and she would be strong enough, but what could he do? How could he give her the power she would need to break free out of her prison?

“If only I had the mind-stone…” Morganna mused.

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I saw a spark in Loki’s eyes as I mentioned the mind-stone. The Trickster seemed intrigued and both of us didn’t say a word as our eyes locked and a silent battle erupted between us, only spoken with our eyes.

Loki clearly didn’t want to let on that he knew about the stone, but I already had caught on to it. He noticed I already was on to him and he tried to steel his gaze in order to not give away any more. But I’m a creature of truth and I can not only feel when someone is lying, but I can feel when someone is holding something back, because let’s be honest, I’ve invented that trick.

With a solemn warning I looked him in the eyes, he’d better spill it or I would create havoc in his mind, searching long enough until I got the answer I wanted. Loki held on to his steel gaze a little longer, hoping he could outwit me, but I wasn’t in the mood for games and jabbed his mind. Nothing intrusive, just a little reminder who was in control and that he was playing with fire.

He yielded at that and I saw him cringe. He blinked and looked down, a fraction of frustration washing over his face and mixed with a little bit of anger because he had to yield. Then he sighed and spoke, “I know where the mind-stone is.”

I’d already thought as much otherwise he wouldn’t have tried to hide something. “Pray tell me, WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE AND NOT COLLECTING IT?” a sudden burst of rage overtook me. Why was he standing there, walking through the fires of Muspelheim every day, if he could’ve gotten me out of this cage days ago? Was he really that incompetent?

He banged the glass, hard, a snarl on his lips, seething with anger and he spoke through clenched teeth, “I’M NOT INCOMPETENT--”

Apparently I had spoken out loud in my rage… It happened. Yet again I had antagonized the one person who would be able to get me out. Sometimes it just scared me how much rage and hate lay beneath those green eyes, but then again, I’m no saint either.

“--and if it was so easy to collect it, I already would’ve done so!” he finished his sentence.

I could see the anger and hate keeping him in a tight grip and it was at that moment I realised two things. First of all, if I pushed all the right buttons he would do anything for me if it was only to prove himself. I wondered if he knew that proving himself to anyone wouldn’t diminish his feeling of self-loathing...

Secondly, he would burn down every Realm if that was what was needed to prove himself, and I liked it! He might be of ice, but the cold fires that burned inside of him could very well drive him to each succession he wanted. If only he wouldn’t allow to be held back.

“Why is retrieving this stone so difficult?” my calm demeanor back in place.

“Because it’s lodged into someone’s skull on Midgard and there are a couple of fools protecting him!” Loki almost shouted the last worst, so deep was his frustration.

“Than you’d better come up with a plan, little Trickster.”

***

Angry Loki walked through New York. Not only had Morganna belittled him, she had also given him an impossible mission. She had told him not to kill Vision because death would taint the gem. Was she out of her mind!

Killing Vision to get the stone out of his skull would prove to be difficult, let alone getting it out without killing him. And then there was the problem of that little red-haired witch. She would be no match for Morganna, and Loki snickered at the thought of the two of them fighting. That would be an interesting fight.

And if things weren’t difficult enough, there also was the small problem of the ‘heroes’ who called themselves the Avengers which he had to get past. Where was an army of Chitauri if you needed them?

Loki looked up at the building and sighed, if he wouldn’t gain anything from setting Morganna free, he wouldn’t have done it. But already she had given him some knowledge and her powers would be beyond compare, so he would get himself in this torment. On the other hand, this might be fun as well, and an mischievous laugh formed on Loki’s lips.

He opened up a portal and stepped out of it on the helicopter platform on top of Avengers Facility. Immediately alarms went off and an artificial voice spoke through the speakers of the entire building. “Unidentified person on helicopter platform, please make yourself know.”

Loki laughed. “Tell that Can of Iron and old friend is stopping by to say hello,” Loki told the AI and with that he used his Seidr to multiply himself a numerous amount of times.

At that moment Iron Man burst out of the building and hovered in the air above Loki. “Reindeer Games! Long time no see. Did you want to talk or just get your ass whooped?”

Loki snorted. “Your language is still as colorful, I see. Good to know things haven’t changed,” and with those last words Loki, and all his illusions, shot a green blast of magic at Tony who got blown away into the air.

At that point the door to the helicopter platform opened a second time and Loki was just quick enough to catch an arrow that flew from Barton’s bow. Having learned from his past experience Loki wasted no time and threw the arrow back to Barton while using his magic to enhance it’s speed and aim. Barton was barely quick enough to jump aside but he did get a strike from the blast that followed.

“BARTON! Stop blowing up the building,” Stark screamed from above and mumbled something about ‘Hulk’ and ‘enough damage’.

“Is that all?” loki taunted. Loki sighed and made his illusions surround Barton who quickly tried to stab them with an arrow he was holding. “Just the two of you? That is hardly--” A sudden wave of red magic knocked Loki of his feet and he landed hard on his back.

“We are with four,” Wanda said while approaching Loki.

“The vixen can count,” Loki said mockingly as he scrambled up. He briefly glanced past her and saw Vision. Good! Precisely the one he came for. He wickedly smiled at Wanda and send a wave of green magic her way before he portaled away to get behind Barton. Loki grabbed him by the collar and with a few quick paces Loki was by the edge, Barton bungling above the high drop to the ground.

“Let him go!” Vision said to Loki and Loki turned his head to look Vision in the eye. A sly laugh played around his lips afore Loki spoke, “as you wish.” And with that Loki let Barton go who plummeted to the ground. Loki turned his back to the edge and slowly paced toward Vision while he saw a streak of red crossing the sky in the direction Barton was falling. Of course Tony would be there to rescue Barton, Loki snickered.

“Why are you here, Loki?” Vision asked.

Loki shrugged, “Why not?”

“Are you here for your brother?”

Loki snarled.

“Or are you here to wreck havoc?”

Loki eyed Vision and smiled. “Maybe a little bit of both,” and with that he disappeared just as Tony tried to blast through him with a beam from his hand.

Loki started to play around, sending green blasts of magic at whoever was in range, creating illusions to fool them, and when they got near him, he just portaled away to another place somewhere on the compound. He would be able to keep it up for the better of the day, but that would bring him nowhere near the Mind-stone.

The Avengers were by now fighting as a team and at one moment Loki saw an opportunity. He used multiple illusions of himself to attack Tony and Wanda, while the real him lunged for Barton. But he had made the mistake of losing track of Vision, and when Loki made his move, Vision phased through the wall behind him and send Loki flying through the air with an energy blast. Just before Loki landed an iron hand grabbed him by the horns of his helmet and his wrist. Using Loki’s momentum to spin him 360 degrees around, Tony threw him into the wall. Before Loki could get op Wanda was there, her hands glowing red with magic and Barton next to her with two arrows loaded on his bow which were aimed for his head. “I’m really having a hard time not to shoot these through your head,” Barton said threateningly.

Loki swallowed. He raised his hands and inwardly laughed at the irony of it all. Would this forever be the dance with these so called heroes? “I’d preferred if you did not. It gives a nasty headache,” Loki said sassy.

At that moment Tony landed in front of him. “Nice work guys,” Tony complimented the team. “Now let’s put Bambi in a cage before he sprints away,” he said mockingly.

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When I own the Mind Stone the first thing I will do is hunt Odin down and make him writher and beg for mercy. Because that is what he deserves after what he has done to me.

I almost possessed the mind-stone once. It had been long ago but it still feels like yesterday. I was so close, but that arrogant God had to intervene and making me lose track of its whereabouts.

But now I have a spark of hope. Maybe more than a spark for I am sure the Trickster will be able to bring it to me. The sheer and raw power of this particular gem will give me everything I need to make the Nine Realms beg at my feet. Nothing or nobody will stand in my way, and if they do, well… That is their loss. I will be unstoppable once it is mine and I’m almost salivating at the mere thought of it.

This Trickster better live up to his promises, because if not, I will tear his mind apart over and over again until he begs for the sweet salvation of death.

But… if Loki succeeds and retrieves the gem successfully, I will reward him handsomely!

***

Loki calmy paced around in his cell in the Avengers Facility. He walked to the glass and placed his hand on it to see if he could feel any magic, but a little shock went through him and he retreated his hand quickly. Loki snickered. He had to give Tony some credit for this confinement; electricity running through the glass would indeed make sure he wouldn’t try to break it. With a wistful smile Loki thought back at the first time he had run into the Avengers and they had put him in a glass cell as well. So much irony!

Loki sat down on the floor and observed his cell. The cell was in a room below ground-level and the room itself was not much more than four walls and a door, nothing else. Little cameras were placed in the room, all pointed to his glass confinement. He smiled wickedly and got up. With his magic he summoned the other parts of his armour, including his helmet and took a few strides towards the glass, stopping some inches before it. Loki knew this was going to hurt, be he had to see how far he could go and if his plan would work.

He used his magic to create an illusion in his entire cell and then banged the glass hard. A shock went through him but it was manageable. Meanwhile he adjusted his illusion to make it look like the glass was cracking and he made sure the cameras would register it.

He smiled, banged the glass again, another shock, a wider crack. Then he waited while studying his hand which had some burn marks. It didn’t take long before the door opened and Barton entered the room to seize up what had happened.

Loki smiled at the sight of this particular Avenger entering his little room. “My former thrall.”

“Shut up, Loki” Barton snapped. “I’m not in the mood for games!”

“Oh, but I am,” Loki said wickedly and banged the glass again. The crack got bigger.

Barton put an arrow on his bow, aiming for the center of the crack. “Break the glass and I’ll put an arrow between your eyes,” he threathingly said.

Loki scoffed, “you and I both know you aren’t capable of that.”

“Try me!” Barton almost shouted.

Loki let his illusion sit on the floor, on the exact place as he was, and he released his doppelganger but not the cracks. He only smiled at Barton, waiting for him to make a move.

Then the door opened again and Tony walked in. “Friday, why didn’t you inform me Loki’s cage was cracking?”

“No need for that Sir, there are no cracks in the glass.”

“What do you mean no cracks? Friday, scan the room and cell please.”

Loki watched in interest as some mechanics flashed some red lights and scanned the room.

“Sir, nothing is out of the ordinary,” Friday reported.

Tony turned to Loki, “what are you up to, Reindeer Games?”

A snarl crossed Loki’s lips. He wasn’t very fond of the nickname Tony had given him but he quickly wept the snarl from his face and replaced it with an innocent smile. “Just playing around,” and with that he altered his illusion slowly so it looked like the crack in the glass was cracking further at a rapid speed.

Then everything was happening at once. The glass shattered while Tony called for Friday. Barton set loose his arrow and Loki quickly put up an illusion of him jumping through the glass and attacking Barton while in reality he opened a portal. Loki put on a third illusion to make it look like he wasn’t in his cell anymore and when his first illusion fell, Barton and Tony were staring at an empty cell which was fully in tact. The arrow Barton had set flying lying on the floor.

Loki gritted his teeth in order to keep the portal open and his illusion up.

“Friday, scan everything quickly and call Vision and Wanda. We’re going on a hunt.” Tony left the room with Barton in his wake.

Fridays scanners scanned the room again and Loki could hear her answer through his portal. “Sir, I’m not getting any decent readings from the room. It looks like someone is still in there but there is some other form of energy as well.”

Loki had heard enough and let the portal snap shut and let go of his illusion. While panting heavily, he leaned on his knees. Just what he had hoped for. With the knowledge Morganna had given him, and his ability to open portals, he could somewhat bypass that annoying AI.

Loki breathed in and then out and summoned another illusion of him keeping Wanda captive. Now all he had to do was wait.

It didn’t take long before Vision entered Loki’s chamber and the game could begin.

“Vis! Get me outta here,” Loki made Wanda say through gritted teeth. Loki had a dagger which he had put on the throat of the Wanda illusion.

“Wanda, why are you in Loki’s cell?” Vision asked suspicious.

“He opened a portal and dragged me in here,” Loki voiced Wanda.

Vision still eyed Loki and Wanda skeptical. Loki had a feeling Vision would not fall for it but he had to keep this game going until he was certain.

“What do you want, Loki?” Vision asked calmly.

“How about open this cell and let me out.” Loki said dryly and pushed the knife harder against Wanda’s throat.

“Don’t listen to this blabbering idiot!” Loki made Wanda say.

Vision still paced around the perimeter of the cell, eyeing Loki wearily. “What if I do not open the cell?” he asked calmly.

“Make an educated guess,” Loki shot back while he made it look like Wanda was struggling.

Vision sighed, “let her go.”

“Or what?” Loki laughed.

“Make an educated guess,” Vision shot back.

Loki only smiled and with that he traced the knife over Wanda’s throat.

Vision reacted precisely as Loki had hoped and at the moment Vision phased through the glass into Loki’s cell, Loki dropped the illusion, pulled open a portal, grabbed Vision and half jumped, half stumbled through the portal, dragging Vision with him.

Next Chapter

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fallenangelsofthursday · 6 years ago

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POSSIBLE SUPERNATURAL SEASON 14/FUTURE SEASON VILLAIN: Adam Winchester

Adam Winchester, Adam Milligan, Michael’s less powerful vessel, The forgotten Winchester. Call him what you want but you’ve got to admit, he would make a great villain and there are many reasons.

Reason #1: He went into the pit in 2010. If the timeline in Supernatural is aligned with the real life timeline, then Adam would have been in Lucifer’s cage for 8 whole years (which would probably have felt like eighty billion years in Lucifer’s pit because of the time speed up in Hell) That would be a crazy level of insanity if he ever got out. I mean, look what happened to Sam after he fully regained his soul AND his full memory of what happened in the cage. So if Adam get out of the cage AND doesn’t die right away from everything that happened there, he could possibly be one of the most powerful villains in the show, maybe even the most powerful entity if he still has normal world Michael’s grace inside him (that might also add to his insanity if Michael is still using him as a vessel because Michael would also have got insane so it might add to Adam’s insanity and chances of survival).

Reason #2: Adam has a reason for revenge against almost everyone in the show. There’s the angels who betrayed him, using him as bait for Dean, not honoring their deal of giving him his mother back, forcing him into letting Michael use him as a vessel after they closed the door on him after Dean got Sam safely out of the room(because do you actually think that Adam would say yes to Michael after Zachariah telling him that he wasn’t good enough to actually be Michael’s vessel and that they were just using him as bait? For his mom maybe, but it would have probably taken a lot more convincing), and getting him trapped in Lucifer’s cage with Lucifer himself where he and Michael were probably tortured way beyond insanity until Lucifer is let out of the cage again, leaving Adam with only the shell of an archangel haunting his mind for many, many years. There is Sam and Dean who failed to save him from Michael by Dean saving and getting Sam out of the room first(which I sort of understand that Sam was Dean’s top priority because, well, they are brothers and best friends, but if Dean had gotten Adam out first, Michael technically couldn’t/wouldn’t have trapped Sam in the room, other than maybe to use him as bait for Dean as well, because Michael couldn’t use Sam as a vessel without disrupting his own and Sam’s destiny, which he did not want to do), by leaving Adam in the cage for year beyond end, without even attempting to get him out of there once (like I know they had to deal with Metatron and Naomi and BMOL and all those losers, but don’t they always say that family comes first?), and there’s the fact that I mentioned for the angels, but Dean could’ve probably avoided Adam becoming Michael’s vessel by getting him out of the room before he got Sam out. And then there are the monsters. The monsters whose fault it was that his mother died and the monsters that killed his mother.

Reason #3: This might not be the best reason, but he probably always felt like he was second best. Yes he had his mother who probably always put him first when she had the time and she loved him, but other than her, he had basically no one who put him first (at least that we know of). He probably knew that even if he got to know Sam and Dean, they would probably set him under the bus the moment that one of them had to choose between him and the other. Yeah, they would (probably) love him, but he probably knew that he would always be the third wheel in that brother bond. Castiel, who probably could’ve brought Adam back up when he did Sam (even though he might’ve been without a soul as well which could contribe to the villain factor if he still didn’t have it), could’ve probably brought him back out of the pit any time that he actually had his powers, but he didn’t. He probably even saw Castiel reaching into the cage and get Sam and didn’t even question it because who was he to Castiel, to Sam, to Dean? A stranger who just happened to have the same blood as them. Always 2nd, 3rd, 4th, or more in line to be saved and that was how it always was. He might’ve been their brother, but there were so many others that would be put before him (they might say family doesn’t end in blood, but apparently it takes time for blood to become family). Then the angels go and raise him from the dead, saying that he had a destiny and was important and finally felt wanted by someone other than his mother and he would finally get to see her again because the angels promised him that, but they were lying because when he woke up for the first time after dying he was met with the faces of the brothers he had never met and was warned about (probably also about how everyone they met and loved died a bloody death and he tried to turn away from them but he still was met with a fate worse than death and the end of the world combined), and he couldn’t leave because they had trapped him there saying it was for his own good and that the world would if he said yes and that they would protect him, but how would they protect him if they couldn’t protect anybody else they loved and cared about? And he knew that their brotherly relationship had ended before it had ever even began because he would do almost anything just to get his mother back, even wreak himself by letting Michael in, but then, he finds out that his whole ‘destiny’ and him being Michael’s vessel was just a ploy created by the angels so that Dean would say yes to Michael and he knew that once again he was going to be put in 2nd place behind Dean and Sam because wasn’t he used to being nobodies last choice already? His father didn’t even know about him until he was twelve and even then he only saw him once a year and was put in last place even for his father who didn’t even seem to care about him enough to see him more that once a year or take him to anything more than a stupid baseball game because his father had more important things to do other than sit around and be a father for a kid who had to be his own father and caretaker (and Sam and Dean had always had a each other, no matter how tough things got or how much they fought, they were lucky to have each other because Adam only had himself and his mother who probably would have worked herself to death if she had not been killed before hand.). Adam was so used to being in 2nd place to everyone, then maybe he could be their number one priority if he caused problems. They would have to make him their top priority if he got their attention. And that was what he really wanted, wasn’t it? He wanted to be number one in someone’s life and needs and the only person who’s number one he was is dead so if he could get powerful enough to bring her back, then maybe he could go back to normal and everything could go back to being normal.

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Adam Winchester was a very underrated character in my opinion. He was used over and over again, by the angels, by Sam and Dean, by the ghouls, and he deserves his time to shine and be known for something other than being Michael’s second choice in vessel and The third Winchester son. So if can’t come back from Lucifer’s pit all happy and join Sam and Dean in fighting crime and the three become the best of friends and closest brothers, then I want villain Adam, who has gone through years and years of torture, some even self-inflicted to hurt Michael, the one he blames the most for ruining his life, who has retreated so far into Adam’s soul (and Adam probably took complete control after awhile because Michael probably just couldn’t take it anymore) he just felt like another part of him, like he was just another regular part of Adam that had always been there, but maybe he had and the second voice that appeared in his head had always been there deep down, always telling him, forcing him, to do bad things and maybe he would start to enjoy it after a while because why should other people have the right to be safe and sound when he was tortured for eight billion years? I want a season where Sam and Dean have to fight their blood because they always say that family protects family and they usually always protect family but they forgot about Adam and sometimes families fight and fight and in shows like this it doesn’t end until one or two are dead. Because Sam and Dean are all about protecting family, but who protected Adam when he needed it as he grew up? No one. Sam and Dean may not have known about Adam and were suspicious of him at first, but he died and they didn’t try to bring him back and he was finally brought back and they had a chance to gain another family member, but they lost him again and could probably have gotten him back if they had tried hard enough, but no. They didn’t try once. And I feel as if they should be confronted by this fact. The fact that while they went and saved everyone else, usually people that they didn’t even know or care about, someone in their family probably spent years waiting for them to come to rescue them, years for someone to hear their wishes, anyone. Years for the Winchesters to be the heroes that all the angels and everyone he had met during those few days he had been brought back to life, had told him they were, but they never did. And that makes me angry. I believe that Adam Winchester/Milligan deserves/deserves better and he needs more recognition even though no one will probably even see or care about this post.

#supernatural #castiel #adam winchester #dean winchester #sam winchester #theory

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drogonthronedestroyer · 6 years ago

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Game of Groans..or at least season 8 was...

Episode 3

Truth…ish…...

“This Red Woman…”

“Kinvara.”

“She…brought Daenerys back from the dead?”

“Why do you look so surprised?” Jon could no longer look at him, instead he turned his attention to Drogon, immediately wishing he had not, for nothing he saw there told him he was wrong, but he could not look back now. Only listen. “Are you not living proof that those murdered by the blades of treachery can stand tall and wreak revenge once again?” He crossed his arms over his chest. His breath misting in the cold air. “You hung them, didn’t you? The men who killed you?”

Jon once again felt his knees weaken. He could not believe what he was hearing, for how could it be true? The evidence was before his eyes, yet why had no one else in the kingdom heard of it? Not Bran, neither by his visions or by the constant flow of news from abroad which his council would discuss and deliberate? Sansa? Although she would get her news from Kings Landing, or from merchants who had crossed the Narrow Sea. Surely, someone would have known? It seemed impossible. No one would fail to see a dragon and talk of it, for they would be well remembered in Mereen, not to mention the other cities Daenerys had liberated. But then, everyone knew Drogon had survived. Jon himself suspected he would have gone east, to the great grasslands where there would be sheep and goats for him to feast upon, with no one to deny him. Someone could have sent news of a sighting back to Westeros, but it would not be seen as unusual that the dragon had returned to the land he knew best. The land he most probably considered his home. As for the rest…that could have been kept secret, particularly in a land thankful for the freedom they now enjoyed. If indeed it were true.

Truth. The longer he stood in the arc of Drogon’s stare he could not deny it. This boy. This man, was his son.

“What is your name?” his voice cracked hoarsely. Yet he dare not move towards him. Not yet.

“Torrhen.” His expression was thoughtful now, and he didn’t make a move either. Tormund barked gruffly.

“Torrhen Targaryen? She certainly was bloody mad to give you a name like that!”

“I believe,” Torrhen countered smoothly, not even flinching, “it is a Stark name.” His unsettling gaze remained fixed on Jon who swallowed with some difficulty. Time was passing, half the day done.

“What do you know of the Starks?” he asked brusquely, feeling a shiver despite the weight of his cloak. The sun had been gradually withdrawing, the sky turning grey. Grey as ash.

“Everything.”

Jon no longer doubted. The cold, hard truth was staring him in the face. By the time he had discovered his true lineage in the crypt all those many years ago, the seed had already been sown. From that day on, no matter how much he loved her, he had forced himself to resist every temptation, and there were many. It had been easy for her. Her ancestors had been marrying their own blood for centuries. But he had been raised a Stark. He would always, no matter what, be a Stark. Even had he ruled. Only by then, his enforced denial was too late. Tears tore at the back of his throat. She could have had children. She did have children. She had been carrying his child when he slid a blade into her heart. He had not only killed her; he had killed his own child. All three of them, it seemed, had been raised from the dead. “And what do you want?” He found it hard to speak, for this was his son. This…stranger…was his very own flesh and blood.

“I want what is mine.” Torrhen may as well have been discussing the weather, his words calm and measured. “Well, what is yours really. So, I came here first, to see you, to see if things have changed in all these years. She asked me to do that. To find you. To seek you out when I was old enough, and find out if you still lived. Begged me, in fact, for all that you were to each other. She forgave you, in her way, even though she never understood. Never understood how you could contemplate killing her as you held her so very closely, professing your undying love.” His eyes glinted like shards of emerald glass. “Only, it wasn’t your love that was undying, was it father? It was hers.” A heartbeat passed. Then another, before a burst of laughter gusted past him like a gale, whistling across his ears.

“You?” Tormund bellowed. “You skinny, milk-sour streak of shit? What are you going to do? Ride that monster down to King’s Landing and what? Sit down with the king and drink that piss they call wine whilst you ask very nicely if you can have the throne?”

“There is no throne.” Jon’s voice was deathly calm. Torrhen had moved a little closer and Jon could now see the silver clasp at his neck. It was one he had seen many times before, had even held its cool weight in his hands. Three dragon heads. She wore it, always.

“A throne doesn’t make a king.” As he heard those words, Jon began to realise that his son, their son, held a wisdom and composure beyond his years. Tormund’s words and his blustering manner did nothing to discomfort him. He had come for a purpose, it seemed, and nothing they could say would divert him from that path. “That’s a mistake far too many have made. The fabled Iron Throne became more important than those who sat upon it, or aspired to. It is a damn shame they didn’t destroy the thing as soon as my grand-father’s throat was cut, for the throne itself became evil personified. But then, I hear the Lannisters always did like their symbols of grandeur, especially if they saw it as a way to inspire fear. The Kingslayer even replaced his missing hand with one of gold, no baser metal would do, oh no, not for him! They say the Lannisters shit gold, well for certain, the Kingslayer wiped his arse with it!” Torrhen turned slowly and walked over to Drogon, once again reaching out his hand to stroke the animal affectionately, as Jon used to do with Ghost. “It took a greater sacrifice to end that tyranny. That was her true destiny.”

Tormund stared at Jon, his blue eyes wide and blazing. “Are you listening to this shit? Tell him!”

Jon looked back at his friend sadly. Tell him what? That destiny was death’s handmaiden? His next words came with difficulty. He doubted he could stop him, but he could try…

“Even if all of this is true, it makes no difference,” he sighed. “The name Targaryen will never be welcome in the capital. You would be imprisoned before you could draw breath.” He flicked a glance over the slim, fur-clad shoulder. “And he won’t be able to help you. He could cause some damage, probably, but as for clearing your path…”

He didn’t expect the laughter. Torrhen appeared slow to anger and he had cause for anger. Even for revenge. But here stood a man, a boy, who preferred to reason to revenge. Or so it seemed.

“I would indeed be a stupid man if I thought I could fly in there, announce myself to the council and expect peace to prevail! Even if I could persuade you to come south with me and testify to my right! Even if none of the lords there show the barest spark of interest in ruling the kingdom, having seen where that leads. Why has your brother remained king for so many years? The throne poisoned the very act of Kingship. Perhaps your brother was such an attractive proposition to them exactly because he needed no such visible trappings of power.”

“You could be lying!” Tormund growled. “Maybe the red witch enchanted the dragon to let you ride him and you are no more than some whore’s bastard!” He didn’t see Jon flinch at the word but Torrhen caught it and inclined his head.

“He knows I am not.”

Jon took a hesitant step forwards, half raised his hand, his eyes fixed on the silver clasp.

“That was hers.” Torrhen reached up and touched it with tender affection.

“It was.”

“Three dragons. She had it fashioned herself. But now…” Jon looked over at Drogon who was eerily quiet, as if listening attentively to every word, waiting for the slightest sign of something he didn’t care for. The merest hint of a threat to his new…master.

“Oh, this was never about that, not really” Torrhen smiled affably. “Kinvara told me. My mother was mistaken. Three dragons, yes. But not the ones she believed. Her destiny was to put a Targaryen on the throne, which she will still fulfil. She sealed it by meeting you. We… are the three dragons.”

“I take it back! You are her son!” Tormund chuckled roughly. “And just as fucking mad as she was!”

“You may think so.” Torrhen replied stiffly, for the first time showing a glimpse of irritation at the big man’s constant denial of him. Drogon sensed his change of mood and the spiny head came up, eyes glittering dangerously. “But this is my destiny.”

“Where have I heard that before?” Tormund grumbled under his breath as Jon shook his head sadly.

“You are right. Daenerys conquered King’s Landing. She won the Iron Throne, the right to rule,” he was consciously aware of Drogon’s burning stare, “and she lost herself in the process. The very fight to get there corrupted her, step by step, in small decisions she had to make along the way. She didn’t see it at the time, not even when it was too late, that her path had turned her into something she would never have wanted to be.” He felt himself growing angry, an emotion fuelled by hurt. A ripping, gut wrenching pain which tore him apart deep down inside. “Besides, she had the Unsullied. A Dothraki hoard at her back. Three dragons.” He looked at Drogon again pointedly. No matter that he was still a magnificent beast, larger than he had been, and no doubt still capable of inflicting catastrophic damage, one man and one beast could not conquer the world alone. “Go back to Mereen and forget this. Do not become your mother. Go. Live the life she should have had.”

“Or take your dragon south and let them capture you, kill it, and throw your bony arse into a dank stone cell.” Tormund was grinning, enjoying Jon’s dismissal of this foreign upstart, no matter who he said he was. He was only to happy to chime in and words belittle this audacious sprat’s ambitions. Which was harder than it appeared for Torrhen stood his ground, continuing to address all his words to Jon. To converse with the man who was his father.

“I have the element of surprise,” Torrhen remarked blandly. “If you try to send ravens south, we will burn them. I can be at Winterfell well before any message you could send! If I have to, I can burn my way down the country before Bran the Broken even blinks! Don’t you think King’s Landing will remember? Don’t you think they will cower in fear at the mere thought of a dragon’s shadow flying over their rooftops?” For the first time, Jon felt the burn of grudging admiration for he saw a confidence that he, for one, had never possessed. “No. I don’t need to go with an army! Not now.” The words rang out across the crisp, clear air. “I go with my birth right and insist that I am given what is mine in peace!”

Fear took place of pain deep down in Jon’s gut. Now, he sounded like Dany. Like Dany just before his world went mad. Confident. The confidence of a madman?

“When a Targaryen is born, the Gods flip a coin…”

Varys word’s echoed in his ear. Could he stand by and see another life lost to the futile pursuit of power. He stepped forward, barely the space of a hand between him and his son. Their eyes connected, the dark meeting the light. He wanted to reach out. To touch his son. Too curl his fingers around his arm and feel the flesh that was born of his flesh. But he dare not. All he could do was try to reason with him, try to prevent another life being needlessly thrown away.

“It won’t be that…”

Torrhen smiled brightly, interrupting Jon’s attempt to dismiss his plans.

“Are you are about to tell me that it won’t be easy? That your brother will see my intentions? That with his all seeing gaze he will be expecting me? That he will spirit himself into Drogon so that he can neutralise the threat and capture us both? If so, you may be wildly overestimating his ability,” he scoffed. “Yes, he can control other beings but let us consider, what exactly is his count so far?” Torrhen raised one hand, counting with his fingers. “His own wolf. Hardly a challenge to take the mind of a loyal dog. Ravens, not particularly known for their overt intelligence but what does he do when he takes over them? Fly around spying! Useful. For him. But who knows how much of what he sees he actually chooses to divulge. Drogon could take out a flock of crows in one breath! Would he die, I wonder, if the crows he had warged into were burnt to a crisp?” He stepped away from Jon, beginning to pace around in a lazy circle. “Then there was his manservant. Hodor? Well, I rest my case…the man was feeble minded.” He flung one arm out then, pointing to Drogon. “You cannot tell me that any of those compare with taking control of him?”

Jon frowned in astonishment at how much the boy knew! He tried hard to remember exactly what he had told Dany that she had passed on to their son. He didn’t recall telling her anything about Hodor, their lack witted manservant from Winterfell. What had Hodor to do with anything anyway? The last Jon had seen of him was at Winterfell, years ago, carrying Bran around in his arms when he was a child. Although…there was something Sam had said. Something about showing Bran and Hodor through the wall, many years ago, aiding him in his quest to find the Three Eyed Raven. There had been no time back when they waited for the dead to attack, no time for Bran to tell him everything and certainly less for him to tell Dany anything he did. He just didn’t understand. What was worse, Torrhen sensed his confusion and his smile grew broader.

“How do you know all this?” Jon asked gruffly. “The Red Woman?”

Torrhen shrugged lightly, before letting out a heavy, resigned sigh.

“No.” His lips hardened into a thin, unimpressed line and he stopped pacing. Lifting his head, he gave a deep resigned sigh. “I’ve read the books.” His gaze flitted from Jon to Tormund and back. “And seen the show.”

Da da daaaaaaaaaaa! Final ep coming up - and unlike season 8 it won't leave you deflated!

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jadevandenburg · 8 years ago

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Post Bail || Self Para

Jade answered the phone to hear her sister crying and broken, the panic that was in her voice sent shivers down the hacker’s spine. The two talked for an hour, the whole while Ruby telling Jade she was okay and didn’t need to rush over to take care of her. That Janet and Simone were doing a good job and that she should come over tomorrow. But, it was infuriating to the older redhead that her baby sister was hurt and that their father was the cause of it. That there wasn’t something she could do to fix it all.....

Or so she thought.

Having heard her father had been arrested Jade scooped up her laptop and started typing away. She had to hack her way back into her father’s bank. They were constantly updating their security thanks to her, but each time they did she found a way around and got what she was looking for. This time though she was determined to wreak havoc.

First thing she did was clean out his bank account. She took every single penny he had and put it in a separate bank account that she used to slowly slip money into hers and her sisters without raising any flags or leaving a trail.

The next thing was to change his routing number to the hidden one so that any money he made off of anything went to that and then to Ruby and her own.

The final nail in the coffin was her hacking into the police station that her father was at and taking his mugshot from their servers and sending a secure email to every single person that he did business with explaining exactly what it was he had done and why he was in jail. She hoped this would get them to drop their business with the man and seek someone else.

It was in the middle of sending out the emails that a loud PING came from her computers speakers. Eyebrows furrowing she clicked over till she saw what it was making the noise. Her father’s bail had still gone through. Someone had gotten him out. She felt her blood run cold, knowing that he was going to try and go back after Ruby. Quickly calling up her sister she warned her to keep the cops, that she knew were still stationed outside, updated that he was free and to be on the lookout for him.

It had never crossed her mind to be worried about her own safety.

2am.

Jade was just getting in the door from going out and having a drink with one of her hacker buddies to celebrate the con she pulled on her father when she noticed that her back window in the joint hacker space she shared with three other friends was open. It was unlike any of the others to keep windows open, the moisture in the air was bad for the computers, no one would leave it open for more than a couple minutes. Her skin was crawling.

She inched her way closer to close it when she felt his fist punch her in the gut. “You have a disease! Your disgusting disease tainted Ruby! It was enough when it was just one of you.” He shouted. Her brain barely had time to register the first hit before he was slamming her with another...and then another. “But now both my daughters are fucking tainted by your sick fetish.” She fell to the ground.

“You’re TRASH. You piece of shit! You stole all my money! The fuck did you put it? WHERE DID IT ALL GO?”

Jade raised her arms trying to protect her face and chest while he laid into her. A few swift punches to her side and she heard her ribs crack, felt the sharp pain of a broken bone. “Did you spend it on your slutty girlfriends? On those whores on that trash show?” Then was a kick to her face, her nose bloody a second later. She felt him straddling her as he slammed punch after punch into her. Then a hand wrapped around her already to thin neck and squeezed.

“AND YOU SENT LIES TO MY CLIENTS. I’M RUINED. DO YOU HEAR ME. YOU RUINED ME. YOU PIECE OF SHIT.”

It all came to a hault a minute later when she heard her father shout as he was thrown to the ground. She stared at him, his face towards hers but a foot was on his head, he was bloody and beat up from his fight with Janet, Simone and Ruby. It didn’t help matters that three large men were now pinning him to the ground. He was still trying to curse at her, trying to fight his way to her. Arms suddenly wrapped around him, putting him in a bar hold, as her two hacker buddies wrestled him to the ground.

Bloody, bruised and broken Jade pushed herself into a sitting position while a third hacker friend called the cops. Every single man helping her had a deep fear of the cops, they were all criminals in the end, but they put it aside to make sure that she was safe, and for that she couldn’t ever repay them. The hacker looked at her father with pitty. “You’re a pathetic human being, father.” She said emphasizing the word, making him taste the fact that he was part of what made her this way, that no matter what he did he produced something he hated, and in that she found a deep satisfaction. It was a revenge that she couldn’t quite word.

She spit blood into her hand letting it rest on her fingertips before she crawled her way towards him, “Hold his mouth open.” She said to Richard, the man sitting on her father’s back. He did as he was told and yanked her father’s jaw open. “You say we’re sick, that we got a disease. Well father, if it really is a disease that means its transferable by blood, and that means you’re about to get it too.” She said sticking her blood soaked finger into his mouth and pressing her blood into his tongue. “Force it closed.” She growled. Jade was not above psychological warfare and sick games when it came to her father. She then wiped the rest of the blood on her other fingers across his face.

“Have fun being some bigger guy’s bitch for the rest of your life.” She paused staring him in the eyes. “Because you’re never getting out...We’ll make damn sure of it.” She hissed.

#Self para #blood tw #violence tw #homophobia tw #parental abuse tw #p: Post Bail

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