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fandom-means-family · 2 days ago
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911 season 8B opening idea...
Buck helps Eddie pack up his stuff. They pack boxes, put away the kitchen supplies, the Playstation, the photos. And you can see they're both hurting. After the last box is closed, only the furniture still stands. "That's for the moving company," Eddie says and it's the first words we hear in the one minute packing montage.
They sit down on the couch and look ahead at the black TV screen. You see their reflections in it.
"I'm gonna - gonna miss that couch," Buck mutters.
"I'm gonna -" Eddie stops. He brings his hand up to his chest and clenches his jaw. Takes a deep breath to fight down the upcoming anxiety attack. "I'm gonna miss your lasagna."
The silence is heavy. Somewhere in the background, a clock is ticking. The phone rings.
They hear about Maddie.
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In the hospital, Buck waits outside Maddie's room. Eddie's next to him, a deja-vu of the horrible day when Chim was attacked and Maddie abducted.
"I hate that you're leaving," Buck says. "But I get it. You don't wanna miss out and you gotta make sure he's safe. I get it. You're all he's got."
And Eddie just looks at him, but Buck is staring straight ahead and doesn't see the tears in Eddie's eyes.
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"I gotta go or I'll miss my flight."
"I can drive you."
"It's okay. Stay with Maddie."
They hug.
"Just - just call me when you get there, okay?"
Eddie nods, chin still resting on Buck's shoulder.
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Buck sits on the left of Maddie's bed, Chim's on the right, and Maddie exchanges one look with her husband and takes Buck's hand.
"How are you holding up Evan?"
"Don't worry about me."
"But I do. We do."
Buck sighs and rubs his face. It's all a bit much all at once. People keep leaving him. And he can't change it. He couldn't reach Tommy. He didn't try to change Eddie's mind. All he can ever do is watch as they go.
He shows her all the messages he sent to Tommy, marked as read.
"What if the universe is trying to tell me I'm just meant to stay alone?"
Maddie looks at Chim again, then back at Buck.
"That's not your fate. Evan, I know you. You never give up. If you have someone worth fighting for, you do that. You fight."
"You know," Chim adds, "a man barely wiser than yourself once told me that tomorrow isn't promised to anyone. So if you love him, tell him."
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"Listen, I know you don't wanna hear it but I - I hate this. I just want - I don't know. God, I don't know what I want but I know it's not this. Please, just - just call me back."
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Buck is in his car, speeding down the street way too fast considering the heavy rain. He sees sirens in the distance and a traffic jam sign. He gets closer. There's a car right at the exit of the highway. It's flipped onto the back, the driver must have hit the brakes too hard and lost control.
Buck passes the scene. He turns his head, trying to recognize any of the firefighters huddled around the car. That's when his eyes catch the scratch at the door of the overturned vehicle. He remembers the day it got there.
He slams the brakes.
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Inside the car, a phone is lying with a cracked screen. A firefighter takes it.
"Hurry up!" someone yells.
"Someone get me a tourniquet!" another one shouts.
The unnamed firefighter looks down onto the phone screen. The screen is frozen.
1 voice mail from: Buck
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"Sir, you cannot be here."
"No. No, I - I gotta - I gotta be there."
He points his shaky finger at the ambulance.
"Do you know that man?"
Buck can't speak.
Not far away, the sign for LAX stands tall above the highway. It would have been just one more exit.
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The house is South Bedford Street is vacant and silent. The old clock is still on the wall, but it stands still. But there's still a light on in the living room. The only thing it illuminates is a couch.
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lynati · 2 days ago
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I'm exhausted but having problems falling asleep, and feel like I'm at the edge of something that might be an anxiety attack, so I am going to take a moment to gripe about a completely unrelated issue in hopes of distracting myself.
earlier tonight...
Me: "If you're still going to be here in twenty minutes, can you move the signs for [thing] to its new location" (that we both just set up) "so the next two groups [doing thing] know to set up there and not at the crappy location the signage is currently at?"
Fellow staff member that I'm talking to: "Sure, absolutely."
Me: "Okay, cool. And thank you. I'm trying to get better about delegating things, so I stop feeling like I have to do everything myself in order to make sure it gets done at all."
Fellow staff member: "(commiserates with me about feeling this way)."
Me, two hours later, noticing that the signage has not been moved and that previous two groups had just done [thing] in the poor location it had originally been placed in and not the much better location I'd helped set up for [thing] to occur at:
" . . . "
*does the thing myself, to make sure it's done for all of tomorrow's groups of people*
: P
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bamber344 · 2 days ago
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Consequences
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:) sorry not sorry
anyway i said this would be a steve chapter but it turned into an andreas-steve-jordyn type of chapter because i just really like flipping the perspective all the time to be honest, it's like an addiction
enjoy the chapter tho!!!
CWs: living weapon whump, no-holds-barred beatdowns, broken bones, other grievous injuries associated with aforementioned beatdowns, manipulation, panic attacks, hospitals
Consequences
Andreas stepped out of the elevator into the surveillance room hoping to find someone to mark down G-7’s training results for the day, but was displeased to find it entirely unmanned. What was even worse was the fact that the elevator camera seemed to be switched off. Someone around here was getting a warning, that was for sure.
The door to the subject development room opened and Cheryl stepped out. She smiled at him once she noticed his presence.
“Oh, Andreas! Good to see you!” she greeted.
“Who was on shift to man the surveillance desk?” he asked, putting a stern lilt into his voice.
Cheryl glanced at the chair and seemed to only just now notice that it was empty. “Oh. Arthur said he would look after things. Where did he go?”
Andreas frowned. “Who the hell is Arthur?”
Cheryl blinked at him. “Uh, the new guy…? I ran into him on the elevator down here.”
Cold dread settled into Andreas’ gut. He powered towards the surveillance desk, sitting down and waking up the computer. “What did he look like?”
“Um, white, mid to late forties, brown hair sort of medium length, I guess? Kinda shaggy, in any case. He had a bit of stubble and a moustache, and some freckles on his nose. Why, what’s wrong?”
“I haven’t hired anyone new in almost a year. He was a spy.”
Andreas navigated to the saved surveillance footage as Cheryl freaked out behind him, finding exactly what he feared: everything from the last hour or so had been deleted. The little snake wasn’t totally incompetent, at any rate. It was just unfortunate for him that Andreas already had a good clue as to his identity.
Steven Matthews would regret ever showing his face in Andreas’ precinct.
Andreas entered G-7’s quarters without knocking and came across the exact scene he’d been expecting, based on what he’d seen through the cameras. The girl was sprawled out over her bed, half-dressed and completely knocked out. It wasn’t surprising that she was especially fatigued, considering all of the extra training and patrolling she’d been doing to make up for her failure with G-5, and since she’d been forbidden from having dinner tonight, he didn’t doubt that she found sleep a much more enticing option than staying up and enduring her hunger. She looked almost peaceful, in a dishevelled, snoring, drooling-on-the-pillow sort of way, and a small part of Andreas almost felt bad about having to wake her up. Almost.
He kicked the leg of the bed frame, rattling the whole thing. “Wake up, Seven!”
G-7 jerked awake with a yelp, scrambling to her feet and standing at the ready. “Y-yes, sir!”
“Put your armour on. I have a job for you.”
Steve rolled his neck and shoulders, trying to work his anxiety out on the elevator ride up to his apartment. He was almost certain no one had been following him back; by all accounts, he should be safe. Still, he just couldn’t get the nagging feeling of oncoming dread out of the pit of his gut.
He sighed and tried to ignore it. The fact of the matter was that there was nothing he could do either way. Whether he was about to release the information he found and save Jordyn from Andreas’ clutches, or wake up in an unmarked grave and slowly asphyxiate tomorrow morning, it was now out of his hands.
Steve exited the elevator and trudged down the hall, fishing his keys out of his pocket. His hand touched the USB as he did so, and he pulled it out along with the keyring. Inside that tiny piece of plastic and circuitry was enough evidence to launch an official investigation on de Vygon and all of his cronies, and rip all of this evil out at the root. Or maybe that was just him being optimistic. Still, it was certainly a good start.
He unlocked his door and stepped into the dark apartment, flicking on the lightswitch.
Nothing happened.
Steve frowned, flipping the switch on and off over and over. Nothing was changing. The lights in the outside hallway were still on, so it wasn’t like there was a blackout. Had the power been cut to his apartment in particular?
The door slammed shut behind him and he whirled around, only to find no one there. His heart leapt into his throat.
Oh. This was how it was going to go, huh? At least he got to enjoy one last drive before it was all over.
Darkness swept over his vision, completely blinding him right as something sunk into his solar plexus hard enough to lift his feet off the floor. Air rushed out of his chest so fast he almost puked. His knees buckled when he hit the ground again, and his attacker was quick to help him down, striking him across the cheekbone and sending him collapsing into a heap.
They didn’t let up, kicking and stomping on him over and over, refusing to stop even when he got his breath back enough to start crying out in pain. Ribs cracked and splintered. His nose was crushed, his lip split. He tried to predict where the boot would come next and protect himself, and only got snapped fingers for the trouble. A particularly bad hit to the head knocked out his hearing, leaving only ringing in its place. 
The attacker changed target, focusing on his legs. By that point, the hits were starting to blur together, only coming into sharp focus when something broke. His left knee was the first to go, followed by whatever his calf bone was called. He was certain that he knew, but the name just wasn’t coming to him. The femur? No, that was the thigh bone. The humerus was an arm bone, that definitely wasn’t it. It started with an F, he was sure. Vivienne would definitely be able to tell him, if she were there. She was smart like that.
Speaking of his femur, that broke too, and Steve screamed so hard he thought he would choke. It would have been a mercy.
Finally, the beating stopped. The ringing quieted down enough for him to hear his surroundings again, and he could just about make out the sound of distressed panting, almost to the point of sobs. Was that him? No, his breaths were coming in raspy and slow. 
“I’m… s-so sorry,” said a broken, electronic voice.
Huh. That was weird. Steve passed out.
Steve Matthews’ twitching, rasping body laid at my feet. His chest continued to rise and fall, and an occasional spasm rocked through his limbs. He wasn’t dead just yet. Thank god.
I still didn’t understand why I had to just… do that. Steve was one of the good guys, right? He was a police officer, working to catch criminals, and yet… Father wanted him ‘dealt with,’ as he put it. He wanted him beaten within an inch of his life. He wanted his legs broken so bad he would never walk straight again. I couldn’t bring myself to go all the way on that one. The screaming from one leg was bad enough. God, I wanted to throw up. But my job wasn’t done.
I clenched my fists, trying to get my breathing under control. I still needed to search him and seize any of the things he had on him when he arrived back. Just… get it done. If I did a good job, maybe Father would feel inclined to reward me, or at the very least, cut back on my extra training and patrol hours. What I wouldn’t do to be allowed another few hours of rest a day. My ribs still ached with every breath, and all I wanted was for it to just stop.
As carefully as possible, I patted him down, removing his phone, wallet, and keys from his person. In his hand was a small plastic… something. I grabbed that, too, just to be safe. Time to make my exit.
Limbs shaking, breath still coming in quick gasps, I made my way towards the window and slipped out the same way I entered, making sure I closed it behind me. Sirens echoed through the distance, no doubt on their way to my location. Steve’s neighbours surely must have heard all the screaming. I just hoped they got to him in time to save him.
Somehow, it only occurred to me then, in the cool light of the moon on the long run back to the facility, exactly what I’d just done. I just tortured an innocent man. I attacked him in his own home, overpowering him and beating him until he was begging me to stop, and even then I continued. That… that sounded like something a criminal would do. Hell, I’d taken down criminals for similar crimes before. How could Father order me to do something like that?
He was Vivienne’s uncle. How was I supposed to face her again after what I’d just done? She was one of the only people who’d ever made me feel safe in her presence, and I just broke her uncle. Why did he make me do it?
I tripped over my own feet right at the edge of a rooftop, tumbling into the alley below and hitting the rail of every fire escape on my way down, crashing into a pile of garbage bags. The fall barely even registered through the ringing in my ears and the pain in my chest. I felt like I could barely breathe, every gasp for air choked off and denied by the stifling prison of my helmet. I clawed at it, finally tripping the latch at the back of my head and tearing it off. Humid night air hit me like a train, and for a second it felt like I could breathe again, but the ache didn’t cease, and the world continued to spin wildly around me. All I could do was lay there, staring up at the sky and contemplating what I’d just done while trying to remember how to push oxygen in and out of my body.
I supposed this was just another one of those things I was too stupid to understand. I wasn’t smart like Father and the scientists. I barely knew how to shovel food into my face without making a mess, let alone comprehend the complexities of crime. If Father ordered me to do it, Steve must have done something truly horrible. He must have. That was the only explanation. I just… needed to stop thinking about it. I would never truly understand it anyway.
Don’t stop asking questions. Don’t take anything at face value. Andreas is gonna try every trick in the book to make you feel like you’re too stupid to understand anything, so why even bother wondering? Don’t let him. You’re smart, Jordyn.
Maggie’s words echoed through my head. Back when I heard them, part of me was tempted to disregard them; just because she was my sister didn’t mean that she really knew me. She didn’t know how stupid I really was. Now, though… I just couldn’t let my actions sit on my conscience. I refused to accept the answer of ‘Father knows best.’ I needed an explanation for what I just did.
But… How the hell was I supposed to get one? Father would break me just as bad as I just broke Steve if I kept talking back like the idiot I am. Was I just supposed to ignore it and pretend everything was okay? How was I supposed to keep going on like this?
It just… felt so hopeless.
There was a bit of time before Father was expecting me back. Not long enough to let everything out, but it would have to do.
I squeezed my eyes shut and started to cry.
The walk back to the facility felt like it took ages, and yet at the same time, it was over in the blink of an eye. Before I knew it I was slipping through those doors, scanning my palm against the card reader, and heading down the elevator back home. I couldn’t decide whether or not I wanted to see Father and demand some answers, or never look at him again. Either way, I had to go report to him, so what I wanted didn’t really matter.
I dragged my feet all the way down the halls, finding out from a scientist that Father was waiting for me in my quarters. At least I didn’t have to make any detours before I could strip this armour off and go into a coma for however long I would be allowed to sleep. Better to just get it over with.
Sure enough, when I opened the door and stepped inside, Father was sitting on my bed, looking at me.
“How did it go?” he asked, like he didn’t already know. Like he hadn’t been watching through the camera of my visor the whole time.
“I…” I tried to speak, but the words didn’t come. Just the thought of the pain I’d caused formed a lump in my throat, and nothing could get past it.
Despite not receiving an answer, Father nodded. “Take off your armour, Jordyn.”
I didn’t need more encouragement than that. Piece by piece, I stripped off the black metal and dropped it on the floor like I was shedding the weight of my crimes. Somehow, things started to feel just a little bit better.
“Come here,” Father beckoned once it was all off. I slowly made my way over and sat down on the bed next to him.
“I saw what you did, Jordyn.”
“You were watching?” I asked.
“Of course. I’m always watching while you work. You did good. You did what I told you.”
I sniffed and nodded, not replying.
“It was hard, wasn’t it? Hurting him like that?”
Despite how hard I tried to hold it back, I couldn’t stop my face from scrunching up. The question slipped out before I could stop it.
“Why? Why did I have to do that?”
I tensed up, expecting to be struck. Instead, Father gently put his hand on my knee. I remained frozen, just in case.
“I know it’s difficult for you to understand, Jordyn. I’m not sure I can explain it in a way you will understand. Just know that Mr. Matthews did a very, very bad thing, and he needed to pay the price for it. You don’t need to worry about it beyond that, okay? You leave that to your betters, and just do what you’re told. You’re very good at it.”
The compliment sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, as did the gentle touch of Father’s hand as it moved around my shoulders instead. I did a good job for him. That was the important part, right?
“It didn’t feel good,” I muttered, a few errant tears escaping and falling down my face.
“I know, Jordyn. I know. You’re a gentle soul, aren’t you? But you did a good job, and now you won’t need to worry about it again. Tell you what, we’ll forget about your mistakes in training today, alright? I’ll have some fresh dinner made and brought to you shortly.”
The thought lit off a spark of excitement in my belly, though it was dampened a bit by confusion. “Wh… Why are you being so nice to me?”
Father tilted his head. “You’re my daughter, Jordyn. I know I’m hard on you sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. And when you do good for me, I want to reward you.” His smile remained, but his eyes turned a little colder. “Just don’t expect this treatment all the time. You performed a very difficult and important job today, and I recognise that. That’s all. Now, what do you say?”
I nodded. “R-right. Thank you, Father.”
He gently ruffled what little hair I had and stood up. “There’s a good girl. Have a good night, Jordyn.”
With that, he left me alone in my quarters. He was… actually happy with me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen him so proud and receptive of my work. A giddiness I hadn’t felt for months rose up within me, struggling against the overpowering guilt of what I’d done to earn it. I did the right thing, but… it just didn’t feel right. Father wanted me to just forget about it, but was that really possible? Maggie would have wanted me to keep questioning, keep digging and searching until I found out the truth as to why he made me do that.
Both options sounded equally as exhausting. All I really wanted was to sleep.
My stomach growled loudly. …And maybe a good meal, too.
I went about my nightly routine, showering off the sweat and tears and getting changed into some sleep clothes. All that was left was to wait.
Sure enough, Father hadn’t been lying. About half an hour after he left, a piping hot bowl of chilli and rice was delivered right to my door. My favourite meal; he must really have been happy with me.
And yet, when I brought it inside and forced it down at my desk, I could barely even taste it. There was only nausea and the sound of screams.
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“Could you tell me your name?”
“St- Steven… Matthews.”
The nurse nodded, writing something down on her pad. “How old are you, Steven?”
Steve frowned, trying to remember the exact number. His head had been a mess of fog ever since he woke up in this room. He had a vague memory of what happened to him to get him sent here, but everything in between was just black.
“47… I think.”
“What’s fourteen plus twenty six?”
The mental maths took a bit longer than it really should have, but Steve thought he could be excused for that, given the circumstances. “Fourty.”
“Alright,” the nurse said, putting her pad down. “Seems like you’re all there. I’ll go get the doctor, and we can go over your prognosis. If you’re in any pain, you can press this button here to get a dose of morphine. Don’t worry about overdoing it; the machine has an inbuilt limiter. Try to stay awake, if you can.”
With that, the nurse left him alone with the beeping of his heart monitor. Hearing it was a little bit of a shock, to be honest. He’d been almost certain that last night would be his… well, his last night on earth. Was it just an accident that he was still alive? Or did de Vygon only intend for him to suffer, and not actually kill him?
Well, if that was his goal, he succeeded. More of Steve was broken than wasn’t; wrapped up in casts, stabilised with metal fastenings, poked full of intravenous drips and covered in monitoring equipment. He was just doing his best not to look at all of the metal braces sticking out of his leg, lest he throw up again like he did when he first woke.
Eventually, the doctor came in and gave him the rundown: in short, he was well and truly worked over. He had a nasty concussion, a punctured lung, three broken fingers, six cracked ribs, a leg so unimaginably shattered that it was likely he’d never walk on his own again, two missing teeth, a crooked nose, a broken collarbone, some lovely internal bleeding, and enough bruising to fill a semi-truck. He couldn’t even remember half of that stuff happening.
The pain wasn’t so bad now that he had morphine coursing through his system, but that was a small consolation in the face of… everything else.
“So… how long will I have to stay here?” he asked.
“It's hard to say at this time, but we're probably looking at a few weeks, at least,” the doctor replied. “The damage to your leg will take multiple surgeries to completely fix, and with injuries like yours, we want to be careful about letting you go too soon.”
Well, that wasn't too bad. It wasn't like he had a job to go back to, anyway.
The doctor finished up and left him to his drugged-up rest. Steve closed his eyes and tried to let the sleep find him. Of course, it was just his luck that Andreas de Vygon walked in at that very moment. The beeping of the heart monitor picked up speed.
“Ah, it’s good to see you’re awake, Steven.”
“Wh… Why are you here?”
He took a seat at Steve’s bedside. “Can’t a police captain visit his detective in his time of need? I heard about what happened. Such a shame that those burglars would pick your apartment, and that you happened to come home right at that time. Apparently, you’re very lucky to be alive.”
Steve tried to scowl, but it wasn’t very easy with how bruised and swollen his face was. “Yeah, I’m sure you know a lot about it.”
De Vygon chuckled. “Fine, if that’s how you want to be. I’ll do you the respect of speaking plainly, then. I know it was you who broke into the facility last night. I don’t have any concrete proof, but I am almost certain that it was you. Why?”
De Vygon could torture him; he wouldn’t say anything. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
De Vygon hummed. “I’m sure. Well, I suppose it doesn’t really matter why. Whatever your plan was has been foiled, regardless. Really, Steven… What were you expecting? That you’d just get to walk away?”
Steve glanced at his leg. “I think I have a solid shot at it.”
De Vygon laughed – actually laughed at that. “Apparently morphine turns you into a comedian. Who knew?”
“Cut the bullshit, Andreas. Why did you come here?”
De Vygon’s face darkened, just for a second, before that business neutral mask slipped right back into place. “Two things, Steven. Number one: Don’t ever show your face at my precinct again, unless you want someone to come and finish what they started. Number two: make sure whoever it is that you’re working for understands the same thing. No one crosses me and gets away with it.”
He stood up, dusting himself off as if merely being in Steve’s presence was enough to dirty him. “I would wish you a speedy recovery, but… Well, that would just be counterintuitive, wouldn’t it?”
With that, he turned and strolled out the door, just as smug as ever.
Fuckin’ prick.
There was a commotion outside just a moment after he left, and Steve heard Vivienne’s voice loud and clear through the thin walls.
“Get out of my way, asshole.”
Steve shut his eyes and prayed that she didn’t do anything stupid. If de Vygon had the slightest inkling that she had even a pinky toe dipped in this mess, she would suffer the same fate that he did.
Thankfully, things calmed down, and a moment later, Vivienne was bursting through the doors, looking on the verge of tears.
“Uncle Steve!”
She rushed over to his bedside, barely holding herself back from pouncing on him with a hug. Steve’s ribs were very grateful for that restraint. 
“Hey, Vivienne.”
“What happened?! We- We were just… I thought-”
“Calm down, Viv. I’m okay.”
“No you’re not, look at you!”
Steve put his casted hand up, trying to placate her. “I will be, okay? Just breathe.”
Vivienne pouted but she did as she was told, sighing and sitting down. “What happened? The person on the phone said someone broke into your apartment.”
Welp, there was no getting out of it now. He told her the truth; that he went into the facility without her.
“B-but… why? I thought we would go in together!”
“Look at me, Vivienne. I knew something like this would happen. How could I have let you come with me, knowing that this was how it would end?”
“I…” Vivienne opened her mouth, but nothing more came out. Clearly, she understood, as much as she so obviously hated it. She let out a sigh. “Do you know who did this to you?”
“No,” he lied. “Just one of de Vygon’s operatives, I assume.”
She looked down, her face scrunching up. “You don’t think… Surely it wasn’t Jordyn, right? Even at his orders, there’s no way she’d do something like this…”
Apparently, she would. What else would explain the darkness that overtook his vision before the assault began, or the metallic voice desperately apologising right before he blacked out? But Vivienne didn’t need to know that. No one needed to know it but him. Telling Vivienne that Jordyn almost beat her uncle to death would only make things harder for what they were trying to do.
“I don’t think so,” he answered.
Vivienne hummed. “Did you at least get anything out of it? Any proof of what’s been going on?”
And there was the kicker. Thankfully, Steve had a little more foresight than de Vygon had bargained for.
“Do you know the library on Cliff street?” he asked.
Vivienne frowned. “Uh, yes?”
“I need you to go in there with a USB. On the computer at the very back, on the left-hand side, you’ll find a file hidden in the documents folder titled ‘PGSN.’ Move it to the USB and take it to the Union. They’ll have a better idea of what to do with it than me. Be careful, though. De Vygon has shown that he’s clearly not messing around.”
 “What’s on the file?” she asked.
“Research notes, by the looks of things,” he replied. “Documenting years worth of experiments Andreas has done on his test subjects, Jordyn included.”
“You mean there’s more?!”
Steve tried to shake his head, but immediately regretted it. The painkillers were making him forget just how busted up his body really was. “No, most of them are dead, aside from the two I saw escape. It seems like he’s trying to create a superhero for some reason. From the sounds of it, he’s literally growing these kids from birth in tubes.”
“Jesus…” Vivienne muttered. “I guess Maddie was right when she wondered if Jordyn was a genetically engineered test-tube baby.”
Steve stifled a yawn. “You should get going, Vivienne. Before de Vygon realises he’s been played. Also, no offence, but I really need to rest.”
Vivienne smiled, though there was pain in it. “Okay. I’ll be back once I’m done, though. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Don’t you have class or something?”
“What better place to study nursing than in a hospital? I’ll still get my work done, you don’t have to worry.”
Steve grinned, his eyelids growing heavy. “That’s my girl. See you then.”
A quiet pop, and Vivienne was gone.
Finally, some peace and quiet. Steve closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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up next is a MADDIE POV!!!!! my GIRL! my depressed QUEEN! and also the last chapter in this arc :) stay tuned!
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musings-of-the-void · 24 days ago
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If you tore open my chest you’d find my heart
Beating beating beating like each beat will be its last
Trapped in the cage of my ribs
The cage of my life
My lungs, a lifeless gray
Struggle to inflate
I gasp for breath, though there is no visible obstruction
If you tore me open just to see me I might thank you
As fucked up as that is
I want to be seen I want to be known I want to be understood
And how can you see me if you can’t see the bloody redness of my insides
The wildness of my heart
The messy humanness of my very being?
My heart is beating beating beating but I live
I breathe
My lungs are screaming screaming screaming but there will
Be peace
I am living I am human I am real
And the messiness is only proof
The fear is only proof
I’m afraid because I’m alive
What is there to fear once you’ve died?
(I’m morbid after 11, as you see)
I will breathe tomorrow
My heart will beat tomorrow
I will live I will live I will live
I will look back someday
And the fear will seem only flavor
I will live
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depravedangelbaby · 6 months ago
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oop this is a reminder to self/others to get up to date on the covid vaccine n stock back up on kn95s!!!!!
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monstermoviedean · 12 days ago
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if you have a good vibe/kind thought to spare and could send it my way. i'd really appreciate it.
#saying goodbye to my friend murphy tomorrow#i'll be okay. it's the right decision and i'll get through.#life is just going to be really hard and sad for a while#i don't want to talk about it in any detail but i feel like i have to say it out loud#and i have this paranoid anxiety thought that's like if I don't tell people he's gone they will ask about him#snd I won't be able to handle that for a little while#I don't need acknowledgment or sympathy. I don't need to talk to anyone. I don't need cheer-up fodder#so no need to send me anything or talk to me about it really i promise#just if you can take a second to love and appreciate the animals in your life. that would be really nice.#you don't have to tell me about it it would just be nice to feel there's love out there#writing this all out is making me feel so stupid. i've deleted and rewritten several times#but i gotta because it would be a lot worse if i was worrying about not talking about it#so yeah. no need for likes or comments or dms or asks or anything. just give someone some love for me ok?#murphy is the senior yellow lab you may have seen me post pics of sometimes. he's my parents' dog but he's my buddy.#and he's gotten me through a lot. like a lot a lot#and i'm going to miss the hell out of him#and i'm so worried about my parents. they're going to have a much worse time than me.#and they don't need anything else on their plates right now#it's just everything you know?#and all at the same time too. 2024 has been just one gut punch after the other#so yeah. if you could give your pet a hug or a treat or a scratch or take them on their favorite walk. that would be awesome#this was good actually typing all this nonsense out helped a little. still don't want to talk about it but at least i have ideas for#the 'leave me the fuck alone' email i'm going to send everyone tomorrow at work
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thekidsarentalright · 1 year ago
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just saw someone posted this on twitter erm. theyre so scary
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good-beans · 2 months ago
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kitteecassee · 14 hours ago
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quotidian-oblivion · 1 year ago
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🎶I am filled with so much anxietyyy🎶
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otaku553 · 1 year ago
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so you know how I've been talking about the Kazuha Demon Slayer crossover for ages now?
Hahahaha
Chapter 1 is out :)
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volfoss · 2 months ago
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Everyone loves me and I'm so so so employable<- affirmations
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crazysodomite · 4 months ago
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Social media is kinda twisted and it's scary to realize how it warps everything around it
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leviiackrman · 4 months ago
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Thought I would update:
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lilowoof · 3 months ago
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ngl gamers, I think I'm gonna inevitably lose to the hormones and depression in the near future XD
Can't bring myself to be active cause I'm using a lot of energy to not vent post all the time. But fuck it, into the tags I go!
#I want NO MESSAGES regarding this. let me just be upset and alone#you spend most of your life trying to not succumb to sick brain but honestly I don't think it's worth it in the long run#my life is for better or worse....decent. but I've lost the drive and happiness to really DO anything a long time ago. like whats the point#the only reason I havent killed myself yet is cause Im too lazy (and dont have access to a gun for a quick getaway)#and I'm saying all this DESPITE having stuff to look forward to in the near future. it's like AUGH whats the POINT IM always gonna suffer#why does mental health take such a toll on ppl. this shit sucks ass. and I still feel excited for things in the future too? somehow?#but I also really want to die so. idk man. idk. maybe if I fall in love with someone then I can be distracted but all my walls are up#what's the point in anything anymore. *I* have to take the steps to improve myself and my situation#and I'd rather die. anyways who wants to make a pact that once we reach 40 we will marry each other#that might be fun#also my brain has gotten so bad that I am literally considering joining a hiking club to get out more and I FUCKING HATE HIKING#but I should probably do something out of my comfort zone to push myself and who knows maybe I will find a new passion#but let me tell you about the anxiety - oh BOY it's starting to act up again. hahahha#ah well sometimes you just need to scream your feelings out in the tags to get a lil clarity from the brain fog#one day I will fucking die/kill myself but for now I'll just try to make the best out of. whatever the hell this stupid life is. *shrug*#(but hey if any professional hitmen are reading this. feel free to. heh. you know ;) )#also I need to get back to art#gotta do my paid work and that one pic I lined months ago. and clay stuff *continues to bed rot another week because hahahahahahaha*#ah I wish I didn't fail all those years ago. then I would be free. I wish I was free#ok goodnight I promised myself that I would do paid work when I wake up tomorrow so hopefully no more migraines -pray emoji-
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moondvncer · 7 months ago
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