#so yeah he deserves Sixty's wrath

[poorlydrawnandroids]

The truce actually lasted up until the Cyberlife raid, where Connor got a new arm and Sixty immediately shot it off again. Nines kinda laughed then kicked Sixty very hard with his new legs.

This was actually directly inspired by an ask (which I will find and respond to). I literally put all my other wip comics on hold to finish this one because that last panel is... so important to me.

[connorssock]

Hi. I love your work. I had a question pop up in the back of my mind after reading your most recent story. I kinda wonder what the fallout was regarding Connor's comments about letting 60 die? I can't imagine Nines, Gavin or Hank letting those comments slide. I get that Connor is frustrated and angry, but those comments seemed to cross a line. Would love to hear your thoughts.

Nonnie, I love you forever for asking this question. Because what Connor said was absolutely awful. In an ideal world, such conversations/arguments would never be had but, alas, this is the world we live in. For those lost, we’re talking about Hunger Hurts where Sixty is anorexic and Connor loses it, tells Sixty he is done and he doesn’t care if Sixty starves himself to death.

As for the fallout....

They had arrived in one car, Nines had driven them, Connor in the passenger seat, Gavin and Hank silent in the back. It wasn’t strictly legal, them being notified of any unexpected leave of absence Sixty takes but they’d pulled a few strings. Plus, with Allen in the picture, it was easy enough for him to notify Hank and Gavin. Oddly though, he hadn’t reached out to them and news of Sixty’s absence had come through their old channels. They were going to have to have words with Allen about that.

Arguments about Sixty’s health were frequent enough. There had been screaming matches, tears, guilt trips, the works. But never once before had Connor stepped so out of line. Needless to say, the mood in the car on the way back was downright frosty, Connor staring out the window, arms crossed over his chest while Nines drove. They were going to have to talk about it, Nines knew that, he just needed to figure out when the best time was. The longer they left it, the worse it was going to be and any apology Connor might offer would be even less graciously given and accepted. Mind made up, Nines pulled up outside Connor’s house and parked.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting a drink,” Nines replied and got out the car. He followed Connor who stormed ahead but at least left the front door wide open rather than slammed it in his face. Behind Nines, Hank and Gavin trailed after them. They’d seen some of the arguments before, even picked up the pieces. It had never been this bad before.

Leaning against the sink, Nines sipped on a glass of water. He watched the way Connor didn’t sit down, he stalked to look out the window before restlessly returning to the couch and flipping through one of the case files on the coffee table. Frustrated, he threw it down and glared at Hank.

“Perhaps an apology would make things better?”

It was met with stony silence and another glare. Nines continued to slowly drink, Gavin leaning against the sink. It was the joy of Connor’s open plan downstairs, wherever they stood, they could see the rest of the room.

“He should be the one apologising. The stress and worry he puts us through!” Connor finally growled.

“Connor,” Nines’ voice held a warning tone.

“Don’t you ‘Connor’ me! You’re not the one who raised their two brothers!”

Silence fell on them as they realised what Connor had said. Still, he stubbornly refused to apologise but he stared at the floor instead.

“I really think you ought to send Sixty an apology,” Nines tried again.

“No.”

“For fuck’s sake Connor! You just told him you don’t care if he dies. Are you really so heartless?”

“He’s the one who is hurting us,” Connor’s voice wavered, his fury giving way to hurt and despair. “He should be the one to apologise.”

“He also has a name,” Hank butted in and wrapped a hand around Connor’s arm.

“And the traitor doesn’t use it.” The spitting venom was back. “How dare he make us fear for him? It’s not right that we have to be so scared each time he takes a day off.”

“It’s why we got Allen for him, remember?” Hank tried to be the gentle voice of reason but even he wasn’t enough to quiet Connor’s wrath. His hand was shaken off and Connor snarled.

“Look what bloody good that useless piece of plastic is. Didn’t even let us know that our dear brother was off sick. Panders to all his whims, indulges his bad habits. That hunk of plastic is the worst kind of enabler.”

“Hey now!” Gavin stepped between Nines and Connor even though there was no threat of violence. “Allen’s doing what he can. He’s brought me and Hank up to date. What would you have him do? Shove a tube through his nose?”

“It’s what the hospital will do.”

Silence descended again. Connor out of stubbornness, Nines because he knew nothing he could say would ease the anger. Instead, he grabbed his phone and sent Sixty an apology message. Then another to let him know that they still loved him.

“How would you feel if those were your last words to him?” Gavin asked.

Glancing up, there was grim satisfaction in Nines as he watched tears slip down Connor’s cheeks.

It didn’t stop Gavin piping up with a grim, “That’s what I thought.”

In the middle of the room, Connor groaned and grabbed fistfuls of his hair. Hank rubbed his back as the first whimper broke free from his lips. “I didn’t mean it. I was just so scared and angry. I don’t want him to die.”

Fumbling for his phone, Connor sank to the ground and tried to type through the tears. All he managed to get out was a “sorry” and he hit send before the tears truly hit. He pulled his knees to his chest, wrapped his arms around them and cried. Next to him, Hank rubbed his back.

He shot Gavin and Nines a look, somewhat at a loss. Neither of them were very forthcoming with sympathy. Though Connor’s misery was palpable, it was self-inflicted and deserved to an extent. In the end though, Nines caved.

Walking up to his brother, he crouched down and waited until watery, red rimmed eyes looked up at him. “Sixty’s ill. We know that. It’s not his fault. Do you think he wants to be like this?” Connor shook his head and looked away. “All we can do is be there for him. We haven’t failed him by not being able to magically make him better. But perhaps we aren’t the right people to help him anyway. So we’ve done the next best thing, got him Allen and we’re going to support and love him no matter what, right?”

“Yeah,” Connor nodded. “You know I love him, right?”

“I do. But make sure he knows it too,” Nines pressed a kiss to Connor’s forehead and sighed. They were in for a long night and he was glad when Gavin settled on the floor behind him.

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Aww Shit...{w/@V_Bloodletter}

Vishous

I was in hideout motion and it was all going rather well. Wrath knew of my location, I had imparted that info to him before I left. But the rest of the Brotherhood was clueless to my whereabouts. And for now I planned on keeping it that way for a while. I needed the seclusion, the down time away from people, all people, even the Doggen. Although I did bring a male Doggen with me to my new residence. As of yet I hadn’t decided if this was going to be a full time thing or just until I finally finish pulling my head out of my ass. But for the time being I didn’t need to make that decision. I made sure that I could be reached when needed and that I was on the streets when it was my time to work patrol. It was imperative that I stay low-key right now. No one else needed to understand that but myself. I had managed to stay away from the Manse as well as my Penthouse. Although I had it all wired to feed into my system here in the middle of BFE. And that was why I was able to have a front row seat to all the wondrous things that Doc was up to at the Commodore. The night she decided to break into my place, an alarm went off and at first I was up and ready to demat to the high-rise but then I saw who it was. So I grabbed a bottle of Goose along with some beef jerky then sat back and watched the show. That was up until the end and I knew that Doc wasn’t really hurt or did any extreme damage to my property. Although that didn’t diminish the fact that she intruded where she had no business intruding. And that shit would be fucking dealt with. I wasted a few minutes in gearing up and locking my place down before I vanished into thin air. When I came to form on my balcony it was like the place knew I was there. The glass doors slid open gracefully, black pillar candles lit up to full flames and as I stepped inside the doors closed and locked down.

Piper

::Every inch of my body ached in so many ways I couldn’t figure out what sound to make first, so in a exhale of breath they all came out at once. I chuckled darkly catching my breath again before I finally let my eyes open to take in my surroundings now that the sedative had released me from it’s grip, I hadn’t forgotten where I was by any stretch of the imagination. It was more to check that no one was waiting with a weapon close enough to do damage. Scribe knows Vishous could be the one doing so for all I knew, rightfully so given what I’d just done to his penthouse and his trust by my intrusion. I shifted my position a simple inch which caused nothing but sheer pain to radiate outwards but I needed to get out of this fucking tub then figure a way out of this place before the man himself showed up to exact revenge only to find the neighborhood doc half dressed and covered in blood waving at him like some retarded seal. The image alone had me laughing to myself as I found my feet and stepped out of the tub to tuck my gun back into its holster. Before I gazed into the mirror and gave myself the once over. My wounds weren’t healing as fast as I liked which meant the daggers were laced with more than just a heavy sedative, he was a sneaky bastard I’d give him that. He liked to torture more than I gave him credit for. Just when you thought you were safe and far away you’d realize he still had you. I took another minute to gather myself before I’d start working on an desperately needed exit plan. It was then  I noticed the candles scattered throughout  light up almost on cue with the sound of the locks I’d known to the the remaining windows slam into place. There was only one person who could make such a thing happen without setting off the alarms I had earlier:: 

Shit. Shit. Shit.

::There was no way I could run and hide anywhere in this penthouse that he couldn’t find me, I wasn’t going to turn this into a cat and mouse game for many reasons. The biggest one being, he wouldn’t tolerate it anymore than I wanted it to happen.. I swallowed the contents of my stomach that had suddenly decided that now was the best time to crawl their way up my throat. Cautiously I half wondered  if I should at least pretend to be surprised? Or act like I would have in the past and played the foolish stupid doc but I couldn’t.  I did this of my own free will. I knew what I was doing every single step of the way and I wasn’t, for once, going to let that scare me.:: 

You watched me the entire time didn’t you?

Vishous

I leaned my shoulder against the bathroom door frame and watched as Doc tried to collect herself, at least somewhat. With a tatted brow cocked, I shook my head and still I didn’t speak. I pretty much knew if I spoke right now, none of it would be without cursing or growling and who knew what the fuck else. I would never bodily hurt Doc. She was family. But she also betrayed me and my trust. Even though I had no desire to step foot in my Penthouse, that didn’t mean that it was open to any fucking person that wanted to trespass on my property. Actually it pissed me off more with the fact that I even had to come here when I didn’t want to. I glanced around before letting my eyes finally settle on the female. “What do you think?” Again I just shook my head and pushed away from the wall, to stand fully up. “I will go with sixty seconds of whatever excuse you have for doing what you did and then…” My shoulders came up in a nonchalant shrug. “And then you stay a safe distance from me until we get you back to the Manse, to Wrath and Rhage. They can deal with this fucking shit.” I didn’t even attempt to hide the frustration and anger from my tone. What would be the point to? Not even my Brothers had ever tried or thought to not only come to the Commodore but to destroy my property and break into it. 

Piper

::My first immediate thought was at least he gave me sixty seconds, it was shortly followed with an inner cringe by just the thought of Wrath and Rhage knowing what I had just done. I felt a bone deep shudder follow before I even opened my mouth to speak my peace::

I’m not going to make excuses, Vishous. I have two valid reasons for coming here. 

::I was trying not to get frustrated at the looks I was getting or the anger that was flowing off the brother in waves thick enough to push me over, he had every right to be giving them. For now my only choice was to speak what I had to say and hope that he saw that it wasn’t in some malicious intent that I came busting in. I didn’t move from where I stood just pushed my shoulders back a little and stood to face him a little more, hoping he’d at least appreciate the gesture::

You just left, Vishous, without a single word to anyone. That in itself is none of my business but it was something completely out of character in all the years I’ve known you. I run, you don’t. You stand and fight till you’re bloody and raw then you fight harder. So when I went to find you, to ask you for help and no one had seen you in weeks, yeah I came looking for you. Besides Rhage, you’re the one person I’d sacrifice everything for. The guards you left in place weren’t exactly going to let me in, you weren’t answering your cell and panic had set in. If you were up here in trouble what would you have me do? Leave you? 

::I stopped talking at that point, there was nothing else I could say I was exhausted and I ached in places that I didn’t even know I had. Punishment was coming no matter how hard I prayed otherwise. I wasn’t going to beg for for it to be any different.::

If or when I get a change I’ll ask Fritz to make arrangements to have everything fixed at my expense however you wish it to be done. I wouldn’t change what I did, Vishous and I’d do it again without fail. 

Vishous

I made my way into the living room, obviously watching Doc as she stumbled her way from the bathroom. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on or why she was here or what the hell happened to her. I shook my head and shot a text message to #Fritz . ‘At the Commodore, send a car to pick up the Doc ASAP and she will need medical treatment.’ I slipped my phone back in my pocket and headed to the bathroom again. It took a few moments to retrieve the first aid kit and to retrieve a bottle of Goose from the kitchen. Once I had everything that I needed for the situation at hand, I went back to where Piper was and started barking out orders. “Sit down…” I shot a glance around the spacious room and shrugged. “It would appear that my table is the only suitable place to have a seat.” I had emptied my Penthouse out almost completely over a year ago and to date, I still didn’t want to be here. But unfortunately I had no fucking choice in the matter. I placed the kit on the flat surface and started unpacking the few items that I would need. “I contacted #Fritz and he will be sending a car to pick you up soon.” I didn’t want to delve too deep into the things I was being asked. Answering questions was not high at the top of my list right now or any time for that matter. But this was Doc and she deserved some info. I blew out a breath and gave a dead look. “I needed to go MIA. I had given Wrath a head’s up on what I was doing. But yeah, no I didn’t post it on the Brotherhood bulletin…” I shook my head, glanced at you for a moment. “Next time maybe I will shoot you a text to let ya know that I am on the lamb. As for your question, my eyes are everywhere. Never doubt that.” 

Piper

::I moved somewhat slowly towards the table nearly jumping out of my skin when I heard the order barked at me, it wasn’t so much the order it shook me from the haze I momentarily found myself in again. Then once again I found myself staring at Vishous as I sat on the table before him, hating myself for the millionth time since I started this adventure. Once I heard his confession I knew exactly how he felt, it was why I ran, why I left.. All he wanted was space, plain and simple yet I forced him out of that in some foolish attempt to find him on my own. I glanced down at the kit, cautiously pushing it away before placing my hand on his and finding his gaze again.:: 

I deserve every ounce of this pain I’m feeling right now, Vishous and you can cancel Fritz. I have a ride downstairs that if I leave here Rhage will fucking kill me for. I mean, even more than he will for the rest of this shit. Which he will and Wrath? Fuck me, those two are going to ...I don’t even want to think about it. So, no, Vishous, you don’t owe me any explanations as to why you left, Guess just remember I’m a little more emotional than the rest of them? 

::I chuckled hoping to ease the tension in the room but failed horribly, the pain it caused nearly knocked the air right out of me. I took a chance and punched his shoulder, before I even  another cautious joke. He was taking things a little too lightly for my liking. It was all too weird.:: 

As for your security, I’d like to know what the fuck you had those daggers laced with. Also, I’m pretty impressed. I expected explosions and fireworks but you came with nothing but stealth.

::I glanced at Vishous  again, arching a brow::

You’re being far too quiet. Too reserved, Vishous. If this was anyone else you’d have torn them a new one by now. I destroyed your penthouse, your trust. Yet you’re sitting here trying to tend to my wounds?  

Vishous 

I snorted out a grunt and shook my head. “I assume that your ride downstairs is Rhage? Because yeah, I’m not letting you bail out with anyone else tonight. No fucking matter how irritated I am with you right now.” I flinched at first when I felt you rest your hand on mine and I had to remind myself in the next breath that it was okay...For the moment. “No, I don’t owe you any explanations but for now, I will tell you that I am good with where I’m at. The Manse and all that goes with it, you make sure that they are all good. And if you need me, I will work...a little better on replying to messages.” The corner of my lips turned up in a half grin. That was doing pretty good for me, considering that I had no desire to be within the city. “As for the rest, no.” I looked at you sitting there and narrowed my eyes a little. “Come now, do you really think that I will let you or anyone make repairs to this place? No, I will take care of it myself and obviously beef up my system that you completely destroyed.” I gave you a pointed look. “Right now, I need to be quiet but no fucking matter how pissed I am at you for destroying whatever property I have or even betraying me, you are my friend and we will deal with it. I might not want to speak with you or see you for a while but that doesn’t mean I’m cutting you out of my life.” I nodded at the barrage of marks covering the areas that I could see. “Show me where to start.” 

Piper

I can handle however you want to deal with me, V. Quiet or loud or hell even throwing things at me, I just couldn’t handle you cutting me out completely. That would probably kill me. Just like it would if any of the others did and I shouldn’t have done it you when I left without a word if I would ever return and for than I truly am sorry. As for my ride downstairs being Rhage..

::I paused for a moment closing my eyes as I sat up a little straighter despite the burning pain it caused, he’d have to look at the gashes no matter how much I protested otherwise. I’d also have to confess that I did this without letting anyone else know and I already knew Fritz was probably letting my male know of my whereabouts and condition as we spoke. That was going to be a conversation I knew I would have to sit and simply take without saying a single word.::

Rhage has no idea I’ve left, I mean I did leave a note that told him but whether he's actually found it yet is unknown. I can tell you one thing, he’s going to be a whole lot more agitated than you are, also a fuckton more vocal about it, he was actually the reason I was looking for you. Or at least the scalier part of him was. You should probably take a look at the wounds where those damn small daggers that lined the railing got me, they didn’t go too deep but whatever they were laced with are making it really hard to stay awake and don't even get me started on the pain right now. The rest I can handle later or have someone at the manse look at.

Vishous

I just shook my head and gave a chuckle. I glanced at you a moment before I went to work on cleaning each bloody wound. “I see some things never change. You running out and doing things that you shouldn’t be and of course doing them on your note while leaving a note behind.” My grin widened a little when you mentioned about parts of my security system that did cause you some issues. “At least I know that it all wasn’t a fucking a waste. And yes, you are more than likely right, you will hear much more from Rhage than you will from me.” I snorted out a grunt once i cleaned most of the blood away and started in with bandaging the areas. “That is not a yes or a no as to who is picking you up…”One black brow rose almost to my hairline and I locked my diamond eyes on your face. “What exactly do you mean that you came looking for me because of Rhage? I know I have been MIA and no, I am not living within the Manse but I do still keep nightly contact with Wrath. And nothing has been said or relaid to me that there is an issue with any of the Brothers. So yes, you will need to explain what the hell is going on.”

Piper

I am fully capable of taking care of myself, if this doesn’t prove that face than I don’t know how the hell else to prove it to any of you. I mean I could have gone out hunting Lesser or something but I chose to do this. 

::I hissed out a breath, glaring at you when the disinfectant hit some of the larger wounds. Sometimes I wanted nothing more than to be looked at as more than just the Doc but I guess that day wasn’t going to be today, besides I wasn’t about to argue with the man whose house I just broke into or who was currently helping me out. Besides, Vishous so far hadn’t torn my ass apart when he rightfully could have. Sighing I bit down into my lip to suppress the slight twinge of shoulder pain as I sat up straight again:: 

There is nothing wrong with him, I just have a few questions or maybe I’m more curious? The beast seems to be acting a little weird around me, not like I want to eat you weird but the complete opposite. Infact…

. 

::I nearly jumped clean out of my skin glancing over my shoulder at the doors when I heard the pound coming from the opposite side, groaning loudly:

You weren’t by chance expecting company were you? 

#TBC

#AwwShit

[justauthoring]

Won’t Deny That - Thomas

Request: Could I have a Thomas x reader imagine where he gets super jealous bc the other Flanders are flirting with you and then maybe someone makes comments and Thomas punches them and he’s like “mine”

Thomas x reader where when Thomas comes up in the box, the reader kinda saves him from Gallys wrath and tells him to shuck off and leave him alone, then offers to shoe Thomas around

can you please write a Thomas x reader where she's the one to give him the tour and after it he just kind of falls for her? he just thinks she's rly pretty and stuff?

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Requests are CLOSED!!!

-

You heard the familiar buzz, meaning, a new Greenie and supplies had been sent up, Looking up, you glanced around yourself, to see the boys already gathering around said box, peering into it. It seemed, that in excitement, no one hesitated.

Though, you knew this by now. The boys loved seeing what new scared, little Greenie was going to show up. You, yourself, was curious, but didn’t seem to take the pride and joy in their fear like the boys did. So, taking a deep breath, you set down your track-hoe, before making your way over. You dusted off your hands from the grime and dirt that had gathered, setting yourself next to Newt who gave you a short nod in greeting. You sent a short smile his way, before peering over the edge.

Yet again, the new Greenie was a boy. You hid the slight disappointment you felt within you at the fact. Yeah, the boys in the Glade had become like your family, some closer then others but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little bit lonely being the only girl in a group of sixty boys.

You rolled your eyes at the chuckles that surfaced around as the new Greenie stared up at you all, hyperventilating slightly. You didn’t miss the way Newt grinned also in amusement, sending a sharp jab to the ribs. He met your eyes as you did so, grumbling to himself to which you only rolled your eyes. 

Two boys opened the top of the cage, as Gally jumped down, to which the new Greenie crawled to the corner. It did no good as Gally just grabbed him from the front of the chest, pulling him face to face; “day one, Greenie. Rise and shine.” In one quick movement, Gally hauled up the Greenie, dropping him on his side now on top of the grass.

You winced slightly at the rough treatment, hanging back slightly as the rest of the boys gathered around, still cackling. You could only imagine that waking up in a foreign place with a bunch of foreign faces staring down at you would make you run. You knew that, because it’s exactly what you did, and it’s exactly what the new Greenie did himself. 

He pushed past Gally and Zart, panting heavily as he begun running madly. “Hey, we got a runner!” Zart cheered, as the rest of the boys joined. You only shook your head in response, crossing your arms over your chest.

You flinched when the Greenie tripped over his own footing, face-planting into the ground. The boys, of course, laughed madly, as the Greenie slowly gathered in his surroundings. Sighing, you shook your head, deciding enough was enough. “Okay, okay,” you called, stepping forward and pushing yourself through the crowd. “Fun’s over.”

You moved to catch up with the new Greenie, but a hand clasped around your wrist, catching the attention of everyone around you, including the Greenie. Raising a brow, you regarded Gally with a cautious look. “Yes, Gally?”

“You know the rules, she-bean,” Gally smirked, “into the slammer he goes.”

“Oh, shuck off, Gally.” You scoffed, twisting your face into one of disgust. “He’s scared, like the rest of us were. Maybe if you didn’t laugh in his damn face, he’d calm down in a bit.”

“We don’t know who he is, Y/N.” Gally said, slightly more serious, tightening his grip on you. “What if he’s dangerous?”

“Then,” you snapped, pulling yourself from his grasp. “I can take care of myself. Just like I did with you, remember?”

A echo of laughs passed as you raised a brow Gally’s way, smirking as he faltered. After a moment, you spun, walking off in the direction of the new Greenie who seemed frozen in spot. Losing the smirk, you raised your hand cautiously, fully aware of the eyes on your back. Letting a gentle smile fall on your lips, you approached the Greenie. “Hey,” you called softly, hesitating when he took a step back. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Wh-What is this?” He asked, voice shaking. “Where am I?”

Taking a step forward, you grinned; “this, my friend, is the Glade.” His eye’s widened but you only continued to smile finally reaching him. “I’d like to give you a tour, if you don’t mind.”

The new Greenie hesitated a moment, looking around himself and his surroundings. You noticed, in that moment, that his shoulders were shaking and you felt yourself frown. Eventually, you noticed his eyes drift behind you and you rolled your eyes. “Those are the rest,” you begun, “the rest who should be getting back to work!”

“She’s right!” Newt called after a moment, “everyone! Back to work!”

You smiled as you heard Newt, meeting the Greenie’s eyes who’d fallen on you. “That’s Newt, second-in-command.” You said, grinning. “And your name is?”

The Greenie blinked, and sudden panic struck his face. “I-I.... I can’t remember my name. Why? Why can’t I reme-”

“Hey!” You called, gently. “It’s okay. It’s happened to all of us. Your name will come back in a little bit.”

The Greenie slowly nodded, and you held out your hand; “now, how about that tour?”

-

It’d been a few days since Thomas, the new Greenie had arrived, and finally things were running smoothly again. Well, sort of. Despite the fact that Thomas was getting himself into as much trouble as he could with Gally. The boy had a knack to do what he was told not to do, and even you couldn’t save him from the wrath of Gally.

But, alas, tonight was not a night to worry about that. You found yourself pleasantly sitting beside both Minho and Thomas, indulging yourself in some of Gally’s concoction as you laughed with the two runners. It was hard to believe, that after only a few days, Thomas had gotten himself to the position of a runner.

You laughed, shaking your head at Minho’s witty reply to Thomas’s words, rolling your eyes. “Oh shuck it, Minho,” you laughed, “Thomas has a point.”

Minho grinned your way, “of course you think Thomas has a point.”

Pausing, you missed the blush that grew on Thomas’s cheeks and narrowed your eyes Minho’s way. “And what does that mean?”

Minho shrugged, sending a sly look Thomas’s way. “Oh, nothing.”

Opening your lips, you leaned forward, suddenly suspicious. “Come on then, Minho. What are you-”

“Hey! Y/N!” Pausing, you turned to the direction your name had been called, finding both Brandon and Abel. You mentally groaned at the sight of them, knowing that whatever it was that they wanted, couldn’t be good. Straightening yourself out, you turned to them, raising a brow in a silent gesture to continue.

“I’m sure you’d be better suited taking a seat over there with us,” Abel grinned, to which you cringed in disgust.

“Yeah,” Brandon added, “right here.” You rolled your eyes, something of which you did a lot, when he patted his lap. Raising your hand, you sent the both of them your middle finger, hoping they’d get the hint. It only seemed to amuse the boys further.

“Slim it,” Minho grumbled.

“You slim it, Minho,” Abel spat, “we’re just trying to have some fun.”

“Yeah, fun I don’t want to join you in.” You grumbled, glaring at the both of them. “Now, piss off, you shanks. You’re ruining my night.”

“Oh come on!” Abel whined, grinning. “You don’t mean that, Y/N.”

“Yes-”

“I believe she told you to piss off,” Thomas called, surprising you. You turned to him with wide eyes, not expecting him to come to your defence. Letting a smirk fall on your lips, you raised your brow in the two boys directions. The two sent each other a look, grumbling to themselves before Brandon took a step forward. “And what are you gonna do about it, Greenie?”

Minho stood up at that, raising his hands. “Come on-”

He was cut off by Brandon smacking his hand away. “Come on, Newbie. Show me what you’re made of.” He threatened, puffing his chest out. “Just because you think Y/N’s hot, doesn’t mean you’ve got any claim over her.”

“Neither do you!” You called, to which they both dismissed you. Ugh, boys.

“Now, pun-” Brandon never got to finish his sentence before Thomas sent him flying to the ground with a particular sharp punch across the cheek. That caught the rest of the Glader’s attention as Alby and Newt came rushing forward. You also stood, staring down at a Brandon in shock before glancing back at Thomas who was panting heavily.

“What the blood hell is going on here?” Newt asked, brows raised.

Glancing down at Brandon, you shrugged; “he asked for it.”

Alby sent you a look; “Y/N-”

“Brandon was harassing, Y/N. As usual,” Minho said, standing up for you. “Thomas showed him his place.”

Alby sent a look your way again, to which you nodded. Before you knew it, Abel and Winston were helping Jeff get Brandon to the med-bay. Everyone begun to disperse, and before you knew it, it was just you and Thomas.

“You know,” you begun, smirking at Thomas, “you didn’t have to do that.”

Thomas shrugged; “he deserved it.”

You laughed, feeling your cheeks warm slightly as you shrugged. “Won’t deny that.”

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Every Ladynoir Fic Ever (for Bullysquadess)

Happy Birthday @bullysquadess ! Thanks to you I’ve been sucked into this fandom and achieved minor internet infamy. Please enjoy this finely roasted Ladynoir in honor of your name day.

Disclaimer: This is a work of parody aimed at overall fandom trends and not at any one author or story. None of this is meant as a personal attack on anyone; just a sporking of common Ladynoir fandom tropes.

Please enjoy.

The cerulean skies above Paris’ venerable and antediluvian streets gave way into a rich mauve tinged with the auburn hues of a dying day. On the streets below, Parisians came and went, unaware that the most romantic act in the history of the cosmos was being prepared not three stories above them.

“And we all say

"Oh, well I never, was there ever

A cat so clever as magical

Mr. Mistoffelees"

Humming a jaunty cat-like song to himself (AN: get it? It’s because he’s a cat), Chat Noir went about lighting each of the two thousand one hundred and sixty two candles strewn about the rooftop; one for every hour he knew and loved the most wonderful, sublime, perfect, flawless, radiant, resplendent, exalted, magnificent, regal, truncular, and ethereal girl in all of Paris.

Nay, all the world!

Such was his love that he converted the rooftop retreat where they were to meet for their Nightly Evening Patrol into a lush, romantic scene out of Kenneth Branagh’s wettest Shakespearean dream. Laurels and ivy hung from every corner of the confused tenant’s roof. A record player played a suave Edith Pilaf song (AN: because they’re French) as celebrity chef Wolfgang Puck prepared a delightful evening meal for Paris’ greatest heroes- prime roasted rib, herbed potatoes, and garden salad for the Lady, and half-cup of Friskies “Friend-Zone” mix for the gent.

Chat may have spent upwards of eighteen thousand euro on his little surprise, but it was money well spent. After all, it was the three-week anniversary of the first time Ladybug accidentally spat on him when trying to dislodge a fabulous booger from her perfect nostrils! Such an occasion demanded splendor the likes of which Paris had never seen before. The rooftop scene before him made Versailles look like a dilapidated crack den full of sentient cockroaches, but still it wasn’t enough for his Lady, his partner, his love, his star, his treasure, his catnip (AN: get it? it’s because he’s like…a cat and stuff) his everything, his-

“Whats up ass clown?” Ladybug greeted, swinging onto the rooftop and shattering the intricate four thousand euro Ladybug ice sculpture centerpiece like it was Chat’s heart.

“Dinner is ser-AUGH!” Wolfgang Puck cried as Ladybug pushed him off the roof and into an open dumpster on the street below.

“What the hell is all this supposed to be?” Ladybug sneered at the wall of origami butterflies Chat had painstakingly folded over the course of the last seven months.

“Oh, w-well those are just origami butterflies to represent all of the akumas we fought together as a-”

“Ugh,” Ladybug groaned, blowing a raspberry and using a nearby candelabra to light the origami wall on fire. “Gross.”

Chat’s ears drooped like a kitten that had been caught pissing in the houseplant. “But...I thought we could have a fun dinner together.”

A vein in Ladybug’s forehead bulged as she drew a paper fan from nowhere and bashed Chat across the nose. “Ughh!  We don’t have time for fun! We have a serious and sacred duty to defend the people of this city! There is no time for fun!”

With that, Ladybug upended the beautifully carved table that Chat had spent ten years working on over the edge of the building and on to Wolfgang Puck’s head as he attempted to crawl to safety.

“Vamoose!” Ladybug cried, latching her yo-yo on to a nearby lamppost and swinging across the street.

Chat let a single tear roll out of his emerald green orbs which he quickly captured in a small glass phial so his father could use it in his Eau de Puss line of cologne. Ladybug never, ever, ever had time for anything other than straightlaced business and if it weren’t for the fact that they were supposed to be partners, she would have probably lit him on fire and tossed him in an open sewer drain by now. He would have deserved it, of course; his perfect, flawless, effervescent, stalwart, gladiator goddess of a Lady could have singlehandedly ended crime and cured cancer without his help at all, and his continued presence in her life was as a cancerous zit marring the face of perfection.

But oh; oh! How he loved her! Even with the constant battery, verbal abuse, and veiled death threats she hurled at him every time she opened her mouth, he was one smitten kitten!

“Oi, Simba!” Ladybug called from two rooftops over. “You have ten seconds to catch up and then I’m beating the everloving shit out of you!”

Yowling, Chat Noir scampered on all fours across the rooftops, landing with a pirouette behind Ladybug as she glared hard-boiledly across their city.

“So, m’lady, shall we take a swing along the Seine before heading to the Eifel Tower to close off the evening?” Chat Noir said hopefully, passing her a basket of food he saved from her wrath.

“Ughh,” Ladybug groaned, rolling her eyes. “Why is it always the Eifel Tower with you?”

“It’s certainly the most romantic spot in the city,” Chat Noir purred, waggling his eyebrows as Ladybug drove her elbow into the side of his head. “Ow! Wh-Why are you hurting me so much?”

“Sorry; I have a thing for some other guy so I can’t be civil with any other boy, otherwise I’m basically cheating on him,” Ladybug said, pouring Lucky Charm gasoline on a Lucky Charm table and grabbing Chat around the waist.

“Is that why you hurled a textbook at my head when I said hello to you the other day?” Chat asked.

“Basically,” Ladybug said, shrewishly suplexing her partner through the burning table. “You should know better than to say things to me by now.”

Chat Noir’s flirting was especially grating to her, because he flirted with literally everything that had a pulse and pair of legs. She was fairly sure that he once chatted up a mailbox because it was dark and his feline cat vision hadn’t kicked in yet. It was gross and didn’t make her jealous at all. I-It’s not like she liked him or anything!

Sh-shut up!

Ladybug’s tsundere inner monologue and Chat Noir’s pained, burning screams were cut short by the sound of a high pitched scream from just down the road. Without looking to see if Chat had recovered from her right hook, she took off, latching on to the spire of the Eiffel Tower and landing in a crouch near the far banks of the Seine.

All around her, people were necking in the streets like teenagers at summer camp; a summer camp for nerds who had never kissed anyone before. A ten car pileup in the middle of the road blocked traffic on all sides as the citizens of Paris lived up to their romantic stereotype by Frenching the first age appropriate person they saw. The half your age plus seven rule was in full effect for it seemed that even Hawkmoth had standards of basic decency when it came to brainwashing the Parisian populace.

“Okay, furreeze!” Chat Noir cried, landing with his claws out and leg outstretched like a cat as he surveyed the scene. “Who is respawnsible for this hissterical catastrophe?!”

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Ladybug groaned for thirty full seconds, pausing only to roundhouse kick Chat in the head. “Yeah, what he said, but not completely idiotic; who’s in charge of this fiasco?”

The Parisians seemed to be too busy playing tonsil lacrosse to answer Ladybug, but across the avenue, a low, throaty chuckle pierced the symphony of sloppy face sucking.

“Huhuhuhu,” the shadowy figure chortled, stepping out of the darkness. “So good of you to drop by, Ladybug...drop by for your doom!”

A hail of gold crossbow bolts assailed them from the shadows and Ladybug dove out of the way before Chat could throw himself in front of her as he usually did. From the darkness, a cloaked figure emerged, a bright sparkling grin the only thing visible from under his hood.

“You might have done well against Dark Cupid,” the hooded stranger chortled. “But you have yet to face the wrath of-”

The akuma threw the cloak back, revealing a painted on, bright pink bodysuit complete with assless chaps and heart shaped pasties.

“-Cupid Cupid!” Cupid Cupid crowed, soaring into the air on fluttering wings made of questionably shaped feathers. The citizens sucking face paused their tongue lashings to chant “Cupid! Cupid!” in unholy unison.

“I thought the full moon wasn’t until next week,” Chat snickered as Cupid Cupid shook his barely covered rear. His pun earned him another smack in the back of the head from Ladybug with a stray brick, who loathed humor in all its many forms, but puns more than anything.

“With the power of love and beauty, I’m here to take your Miraculouses, win the day, and bump this fic from a T to an M rating!” Cupid Cupid said, gyrating in a way that made Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Hawkmoth halfway across the city deeply, deeply uncomfortable. “Suck my throbbing love rockets!”

“Oh god, why?!” Ladybug cried, dodging the hail of crossbow bolts that crashed into the sidewalk with a hail of lewd cries. They scampered around the akuma showered them in a golden stream of heart tipped bolts, cackling as distantly Huey Lewis and the News blared on the speakers. But as agile as Ladybug was, Cupid Cupid’s golden shower (of bolts) managed to rain down and hit Ladybug in the side of the shoulder. She tumbled in midair, landing across the street as Chat Noir’s glowing green eyes narrowed into feline slits. Now madder than a cat in a room full of dog shaped rocking chairs, Chat Noir pounced on Ladybug’s prone form, carrying her up and on to the nearby rooftops away from the cosmically inappropriate akuma.

“Ladybug!” Chat Noir yeowled, shaking her stirring form with a pained expression. “Ladybug answer me!”

Ladybug’s pale blue eyes fluttered open, staring up at the young man standing over her. “Adrien?” Ladybug crooned sweetly and with more affection than she would have ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever…ever shown her partner.

“Uh…n-no, definitely not Adrien Agreste,” Chat Noir chuckled nervously, freezing as Ladybug cupped his face, eyes now literal heart shapes as she leaned in.

“Come on, model boy, let’s make out!” Ladybug said, making octopus-esque kissy noises as Cupid Cupid cackled in the distance.

“It’s no use; she has fallen under my spell and now thinks of you as the object of her affection!” Cupid Cupid cackled, firing his crossbows into the air like Yosemite Sam on the Fourth of July while shaking his hips. “She now has an insatiable desire to suck face with you while I make off with your Miraculouses!”

“How is this an effective akuma idea?!” Chat Noir hissed, trying to keep Ladybug from planting her lips on him.

“How is akumitizing a four year old a good idea?!” Cupid Cupid shouted. “Hawkmoth isn’t too good at this game, is he?!”

“Point,” Chat Noir said as Ladybug pounced on him, pinning him to the rooftop.

“Aaaaaaaaaadrien,” Ladybug said in a strange, gushy tone that reminded Chat Noir of Chloe in a way that made his hair stand up on the back of his neck. “I’m soooooooo glad you’re here and not my flaming dumpster fire of a partner~ I love you, Adrien! I always have!”

Another single, perfect tear rolled down Chat Noir’s cheek, for he knew that Ladybug was actually not really in love with him. She, like everyone else, was fooled by his corporate, soulless, perfect model boy persona. She had rejected the real him; the one who liked to run on rooftops, make terrible puns, and occasionally shit in a cardboard box full of sand because it felt good sometimes.

Ladybug would never love the real him; a cold, cold fact that did nothing to diminish the selfless, pure, innocent, all too perfect and unconditional love he felt for her. Even as her yo-yo wound its way around his wrists, effectively cutting off bloodflow to his fingertips, his heart was full of nothing but pure, beautiful love for the girl trying to bite his lower lip off.

“Uh, L-Ladybug, I can’t really feel my fingers,” Chat Noir panted as Ladybug tugged at his bell collar.

“Shh, Adrien, let’s just get you out of this…” Ladybug frowned as the bell stayed in one place. “What the hell?! Where’s the zipper?”

“Why would I have a zipper?!” Chat Noir meowed (AN: like a cat). “Why would my magic catsuit have a zipper?!”

“Fun?” Ladybug and Cupid Cupid suggested at the same time.

“Why are you still here?!” Chat Noir hissed

“I’m the creepy makeout akuma; what did you expect?!” Cupid Cupid crowed. “Don’t tell me your dad never taught you about the birds and the bees!”

“This isn’t exactly the birds and the bees; more like the ladybugs and the…cats or something,” Chat Noir muttered, eyes widening like a cat who just saw a canary as Ladybug withdrew the large, vibrating object she Lucky Charmed.

“Come on, you stupid zipper,” Ladybug said, pulling her Lucky Charmed chainsaw out and revving it against Chat Noir’s suit to no avail. “Gimme that sweet sweet Adrien fruit.” ‘

Wriggling under her, Chat Noir managed to arch his back like an angry cat and kick his baton between his chest and the revving chainsaw. The chainsaw flew up in a high arc, shearing Cupid Cupid’s lewdly shaped wings off his back. Much to the displeasure of Cupid Cupid (and a hidden Alya who was hoping to capture lewd Ladynoir content for the Ladyblog), the phallic wings seemed to hold the key to Ladybug’s brainwashing. She blinked, shaking her head as she looked down at her partner with thinly veiled disgust.

“…ew,” Ladybug said with a deep scowl, kicking her partner off the roof. “Looks like it’s up to me and only me to save the day. Lucky Charm!”

What followed was an acrobatic series of maneuvers involving a pogo stick too upsetting to print here. Suffice to say, Ladybug managed to get the fedora off Cupid Cupid’s head and purify it before Chat Noir could untangle the yo-yo around his wrists. As the butterflies disappeared, Ladybug held a fist out in front of her face and casually bumped it with her other fist.

“Good job, me and only me,” Ladybug said, scowling at Chat Noir as he stood up. “Oh…are you still here?”

Chat Noir’s ears drooped under horrible horrible Ladybug’s horrible words, prickling her black and icy heart enough to elicit a resigned sigh.

“Fine,” Ladybug conceded as though she were fighting to throw up with every word. “You…weren’t…entirely…useless…this time…”

Backhanded as it was, and even though half his hair was still missing from when Ladybug set him on fire, Chat Noir, our beautiful and innocent sunshine boy incapable of wrong, warmed at Ladybug’s snide comments, purring and rubbing against her legs before she kicked him off the roof.

“Don’t let it go to your head; I’ve had bowel movements that were more productive than you were, not-Adrien,” Ladybug huffed, with a blush. “B-Baka.”

“I don’t know what that means, but I think that’s a good thing,” Chat Noir said, climbing back up on to the roof as Ladybug’s earrings beeped. “Oh…guess it’s time to go.”

“Yeah, sure, would you look at the time,” Ladybug said as her earrings beeped again. “Gotta go.”

Chat caught her arm, and as Ladybug turned to stab him in the collarbone for daring to occupy the same space as her, she caught sight of his soft expression in the moonlight. She didn’t want to admit it (because if she did, Adrien would somehow know and accuse her of being a whore) but Chat Noir was kinda sorta handsome in a Kovu from Simba’s Pride kind of way. The kind of handsome that made her question a lot of things about herself; namely if she needed to register for Paris’ next furry convention as a keynote speaker. But mostly the fact that she had never even considered Chat Noir as a thinking, feeling entity until she sucked face with him. Something about shoving him against the rooftop and making out with him made her see him as something almost sort of approaching something that could almost be mistaken for human. 

“I know you’ve stated multiple times that you’re uncomfortable revealing your identity, but I’m gonna ask again because, fuck your feelings I guess,” Chat Noir chuckled in that boyish way of his. “Why can’t we tell each other who we are?”

The truth was that, despite being one of two superpowered demigods that protected Paris’ on a daily basis, Ladybug was…afraid that Chat would be disappointed if he ever found out who she was. He was in love with Ladybug who was completely different than her in every single way. If he ever found out that his Lady was just a fashion designer, artist, video game champion, graphic designer, baker, professional phone thief, and student council representative, he would throw up in his mouth and claw his eyes out for having ever been attracted to such a hideously ordinary cave troll. Even if her family, friends, classmates, neighbors, customers, fashion moguls, and passing rock stars all universally adored her, there was no earthly way that Chat would ever bring himself to care about the heinous sewer witch that was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

“You know why,” Ladybug said sternly. “If we ever tell each other who we are, the Seal of the Apocalypse will be unsealed and the Dread Wolf Fenris will rise from the east to devour the sun. Quetzalcoatal would literally return to duel the Smoking Mirror at the end of the world as the seventh seal of the apocalypse would be unsealed, letting Satan’s forces up to ravage the planet. If I told you my name, Hawkmoth would literally hire a squad of disgraced Navy Seals to kill us and steal our Miraculouses. Up will become down; left will become right. Reality as we know it will absolutely cease to be if I ever knew who you were. Total, total disaster.”

Chat Noir nodded solemnly. “So you’re saying it would be…apo-cat-lyptic?”

Ladybug stared at him for a long moment before summoning a red and black spotted handgun and shooting Chat Noir in the leg.

“Same time tomorrow, asswipe,” Ladybug said, swinging up onto the rooftop as Chat Noir lay bleeding under a streetlight. As he clutched his shattered kneecap, the only thing he could think of was that Ladybug promised to meet him tomorrow, and how lucky he would be to be in her presence if he didn’t bleed out first.

“Guess tonight…really ended…with a bang,” Chat Noir said, aiming a fingergun at Ladybug’s retreating figure before passing out in the middle of the road.

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Screaming Daisies 🌼

[Short story: October 1, 2015] Bad names, that is what people always call me; bad names. I do not understand. I am not a result; I am an occurrence, an event unto myself. I am an enigma, a physical epitome, but I do nothing. You blame me anyway, and I let you. What is that? Do I remember the boy? The one with raven hair and soft features? How could I not?  It was his eyes that lured me, that piercing electric-blue shade; luminous and beautiful. He was a bitter soul, pale like his skin, cold like his eyes. I found him just after sunset, in a basement with a single window for a light source, in a house with a well designed façade filled with flowers, mostly daisies. A classic black Pontiac Firebird 1977 was parked by the driveway, which only meant that his father was home. “We’re here again. Always in the dark”, the boy, Lee says, with forced optimism. “We’re like germs. We thrive in the dark”, a response.  Lee laughs, “Cal, you are such a nerd,” a light knee slap. “What gave me away, the glasses or the braces?” he asks. “Neither, it’s your floppy brown hair”, Lee winks and chuckles. Slumped to the floor in silence, the sliver of light hitting Lee’s face; his mood changes. “I’m sick of this, Cal. When will dad ever let me be? I’m tired of him telling me what to do all the time; how to feel, how to react. I’m seventeen. I’m entitled to primary freedom”, Lee sighs, a hopeless sigh. The boy is troubled, angry at his father’s domineering ways. “After mom died, he wanted me to be like him: heartless and indifferent, but I’m not like that. Unlike him, I actually care about peoples’ feelings, mental states, and pent-up emotions. I want to give justice to the just. I want to be a lawyer too, just not his kind.” A rustle, “That does not give him the right to keep you in here, Lee. No one has the right to shut you in here like this”, then the sound of bitter sobbing. “Shh, Shh”, a whisper, then intertwined fingers, “Dry those eyes, Lee. We’ll get you out of here.Put this night’s great business into my dispatch.” Lee sniffs, his voice, cracked, “What do you mean?” “Act one, scene six, lines seventy-nine to eighty. You remember Macbeth in junior year, right? How we wanted to join the school play but your dad wouldn’t let us?” he asks. “Yeah, of course”, Lee nods, “Why?” “Well, this is our chance”, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I’m not following”, Lee says, confused as ever, biting his lip as he does when he is nervous. “I say we play Macbeth and kill King Duncan”, says a smirk on red lips. “Kill dad?! Cal, don’t you think that’s ridiculously over-the-top?” Lee asks anxiously.  “Lee, Lee. Listen, okay? I’m sick of never getting out of here. I care about you, I do. I cannot bear seeing you like this anymore. Why won’t you let me do this for you?” trepidation, silence. “You really care?” Lee sniffs again, eyes filled with tears, “I thought no one cared anymore.” “Yes, I do, believe me. Let’s do this”, he pleads, a palm caressing a cheek. Lee shivered as if a cold gust of wind has hit him. “I believe you, Cal, and I care about you too”, Lee says, “But he’s my dad, if we should fail-“ “We fail? But screw your courage to the sticking place and we’ll not fail. Act one scene seven, lines sixty-nine to seventy”, says a devilish grin. “False face must hide what the false heart doth know, Act one scene seven, lines ninety-five to ninety-six”, another deep sigh. “Okay, let’s do it.” Lee gives in, unsure but steadfast. The boy exits through the window; he ends up on the lawn, bathed in moonlight. He opens the front door covertly, like a secret agent, a wicked 007. He stealthily makes his way to the kitchen, grabbing a Messermeister Meridian 9-Inch Chef’s Knife and glances at his reflection on the large hallway mirror. He heads upstairs to the study where his father stays, reviewing cases and plotting the downfall of corporations until the wee hours. I can recall how even his soul had quite a temper, rage-red, and hot as iron; quite the opposite of Lee’s mom. She was pastel, lilac and subtle as a violet in the wind. When she died, the goodness in Lee’s dad followed suit. Lee peeked, half his face visible through the crack in the door. His palms were sweaty, his pulse quickened, his lips suddenly ravenously dry, the knife he wielded, shaking. “Come on, Lee. Do it”, a voice echoes, “Do it.” Lee moves with manic, anomalous speed; opening the door fully, grabbing his dad from behind and lacerating his throat, grazing his Omohyoid muscle, leaving him with no time to even struggle. Lee’s dad gags on his hot blood and falls from his swivel chair clutching his throat, and faces his attacker. His eyes are full of fury and shock when they meet with Lee’s, and he takes a last draw of breath, then succumbs. For a moment, Lee thought he saw regret and compassion. “You did it, Lee.”  Lee faces left and then looks back at his dad, then realizes the horror of the situation. “Cal, what have I done? I have done the deed”, Lee looks around to see the gore on the walls and on the carpet, petrified. “Go get some water and wash this filthy witness from your hand, act two scene-” he starts, but is cut off. “Stop, Cal. I killed my dad!” Lee screams in disbelief, and suddenly quiets. “You- You put me up to this”, Lee points the blade at him. “You don’t really care about me; you’ve just made my life a living hell,” Lee’s voice is hoarse, raw with wrath, “You made me kill my dad!” A shake of the head, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Lee, oh Lee. Why do you think you named me Calvary? I didn’t make you kill your dad, that was what you wanted, and now you have to live with it.”  Lee lunges to strike and freezes when he realizes that the blade had done nothing. “Trying to kill the only person who understands you, huh? That’s how you thank me?” chuckles, “you can’t kill me. I’m you.” Lee stands there, wide-eyed and incredulous, “What do you-“ “I’m you alter ego, a split personality. You created me so that someone would accompany you in your lonely head. Did you really think someone would want to be with you? Come on, Lee. Wake up to the real world”, demonic laughter. Lee stares at the knife in his hand, “No, impossible”, he says, and blacks out. The blue-eyed boy wakes up before dawn in the pitch-black obscureness of the basement, drenched in cold sweat. He looks around and guffaws like a madman, “It’s all a dream, I’m not crazy,” he takes a breath, “Whew.” When he gets a hold on himself, he drags himself to the spot where the single beam of light is and terror surges through him when he sees the blood on his clothes, on his hands, on the floor. His attention quickly shifts to the corner, “Hello, Lee. You don’t really think this is a dream, do you?” he asks slyly. Lee fondled for the knife on the ground, bolted to the door and found it unlocked. He stopped to see if someone was following, and ran up the stairs. Lee’s left foot looked like it was being pulled down but I saw no one tugging at it. Lee managed to scramble out the door but he tripped on the steps, impaling himself with the knife. At that moment, I sought to see the world through different eyes. “I will not yield-”, he said to himself, smirking, looking up at the sunrise, the knife embedded in his chest cavity, profusely bleeding. He dies there just like his father, blue eyes open; his blood splattered on the innocent flowers, where The Serpent lay beneath, rejoicing. I never truly understood why he would always talk to himself, especially in that basement, as if he was talking to someone else, an imaginary friend perhaps. I thought at first he might have been talking to me, Life. But, I realized that no one could talk to me, being unseen and imperceptible as I am.  I have lived longer than this world, than any of you. I have witnessed many abhorrent events throughout my existence, but the story of this boy, out of everything, has haunted me till this day. He was a divine soul, then corrupted, and fallen like so many others.  I loved him, sympathized with his every affliction, rejoiced at his triumphs, and pitied his unhealthy obsession with freedom; his deadly ambition. It almost enough to drive me to my limits and bring him back, but I cannot interfere with human activity, that is not my decision to make. After all, I am but a subservient, an apprentice, a temp. This is all I have left to say: Lee, my old friend, deserved better than to have lived and died the way he did. I now reside in the house that tortured him, to remind me of his story, and to tend to the screaming flowers. I have kept his copy of the play, Macbeth and have found that they have both died gruesomely for the things they valued most. I want him to know that if I ever did have a heart, it has long been buried with him. The End