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[the-quotable-alberta-hansard]

December 12, 2022

Mrs. Allard: I was just going to tell a little story. I love WestJet. I don’t know how many people in this Chamber know that, but I really love WestJet. I think that sometimes companies like that are very cutting edge in terms of the way that they incentivize good behaviour. I was delighted last night when I got my annual WestJet Christmas e-mail, which I love also, and it was: giving is receiving.

[dozydawn]

Ellen Tracy, 1991.

Model: Fabienne Terwinghe.

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@tyrabanksrunwayinc

Linda Allard For Ellen Tracey Fall/Winter 1995

[forcedfemme-me]

Niki Taylor by Gilles Bensimon for ELLE Russia Jan 1998 - Linda Allard for Ellen Tracy

[villainsview]

All stories start somewhere, but the beginning isn’t always as interesting, so let’s cut right to the chase. That’s also my name, Chase Fetcher, but you’ll find most people just call me Fetch. Now, let’s rush over the important stuff you need to know. * I got my medical degree in the army; * I found out black market organ trade pays much better than a monthly salary; * I got busted and lost everything, but people still wanted my services; * I’m a quick study and expanded my expertise; * Now I’m a modern-day mercenary specialised in kidnapping, “gentle” persuasion, organ harvesting and...waste disposal.

Such goes Fetch's introduction in the first chapter of Villain's View!

Welcome, dear reader, to the VV dedicated blog, where I shall slowly repost each chapter of VV onto tumblr for better readability and accessibility because DeviantArt's mobile access is garbage 🗑️

Some CW: This story contains several uncomfortable themes including: kidnapping, murder, torture, SA, abuse, neglect, blood and gore.

In other words: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT!

Below you'll find the masterlist that will (eventually) link all chapters together. Further down, you'll find extra info on some of the characters, VV-related WIPs I'm working on, other VV-related (crossover) series, mini-series, one shots and information regarding requests.

Requests are currently closed.

Villain's View

Chapter 1 - All Stories Start Somewhere

Chapter 2 - The Blood Under My Nails

Chapter 3 - That's Life

Chapter 4 - It Takes Guts

Chapter 5 - Dig Deep

Chapter 6 - Hit The Road Jack

Chapter 7 - Country Roads...Sorta

Chapter 8 - Take Me Home?

Chapter 9 - Good Soup

Chapter 10 - Don't Go

Chapter 11 - Just Fine

Chapter 12 - Not So Fine

Chapter 13 - Not Fine At All

Chapter 14 - Fine, But...

Chapter 15 - Trust

Chapter 16 - All Stories End Sometime

Villain's View Characters

Main characters:

Chase Fetcher

Erick James

Prominent side characters:

Peter Allard

Matthew Bishop

Keira Thorne

Jack Garland

Tito Rana

Jonas

Ethel

Others:

Mike Tracy

Harrison James

Mercedes Grant

Victim's View: Some Stories Continue - the long-awaited sequel to Villain's View!

Your Move - crossover AU by @scarletfish8eta (complete!) My Move - the thrilling sequel (complete!) Our Move - the chaotic conclusion (complete!) Consequences - the brainrot was real (in progress...) Polycule Harem College Murder Mystery Sitcom (AU) - ...long story (in progress...) Fantasy AU - Where VV and the whole YM plot make a brief cameo (in progress...)

Long story short: Consequences is an AU sequel to the YMO AU and the poly harem college AU is an AU sequel to Consequences.

Medwhump May 2024 - A medical whump event where I chose to focus on the VV universe on my event participation blog: @whumpsmith-participates

The Demona Case The Marz Case The Aquara Case The Carter-McLaughlann Case (scrapped) YMO Xmas Special Dilf in Distress

Requests are currently closed.

Psssst! You! Yeah you! Would you like to hire a professional kidnapper? Follow this link and tell Fetch all the details he needs: Name, age, picture, reason for kidnapping, torture-limits and additional notes. And you just might be his next client! Disclaimer: I have limited spoons and some requests may be rejected. Requests sent while I'm not taking any are automatically rejected.

[loueale]

Linda Allard for Ellen Tracy S/S 2002 Photo Richard Avedon Model Cindy Crawford

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Notwithstanding the inevitable rhetoric about defending “free speech” on campus, it’s worth remembering that’s not the reason for Advanced Education Minister Demetrios Nicolaides’ planned homework assignment for Alberta’s post-secondary institutions.

In a press release Friday allegedly about “strengthening free speech on campus,” Nicolaides claimed, incorrectly, “that it is abundantly clear that more needs to be done to ensure our institutions are adequately protecting free speech” and vowed therefore that “post-secondary institutions will have to report annually to government on their efforts to protect free speech on campus.” [...]

The release, published in the midst of a controversy involving a planned lecture by an academic who denies established facts about Canada’s Indian Residential School system and interprets the goals of those dreadful institutions in a positive light, cites a study by a notorious right-wing think tank that purports to show significant numbers of university professors censor their true opinions on certain topics.

The release quotes Grande Prairie MLA Tracy Allard, Premier Danielle Smith’s soon-to-retire Parliamentary Secretary for civil liberties, whose job assignment was clearly to deceptively portray COVID-19 vaccine refuseniks as victims of an assault on civil rights. [...]

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Tagging: @politicsofcanada @abpoli

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[the-quotable-alberta-hansard]

December 7, 2021

Mrs. Allard: Mr. Speaker, in October of this year Albertans spoke out in the equalization referendum, making it clear that our province is treated unfairly within Canada and that we deserve a fair deal. In a word, Albertans want respect. But beyond our relationships within Confederation respect for our province is a wider issue. Beyond policy and government too often our province is shown clear disrespect from the institutions and controlling interests of eastern Canada.

An example of this can often be seen in the state broadcaster, the CBC. Every Albertan knows that the CBC often reflects the perspectives of Canada’s Laurentian elites, and given that the CBC is headquartered in Toronto, this comes as little surprise. But as common as this is, today I must speak out about an article and poll published by CBC this past weekend. The CBC chose to ask a range of questions of Canadians about their perception of Alberta. Would they feel comfortable living here? Is Alberta welcoming to immigrants? Are Albertans tolerant of those who are different? Do we care about climate change? Are we well positioned for the future of our economy? Mr. Speaker, you get the idea. We can all see that these questions were intended to prod tired stereotypes and falsehoods about our province.

[dozydawn]

Ellen Tracy, 1985.

Model: Martha Longley.

[tyrabanksrunwayinc]

@tyrabanksrunwayinc

Linda Allard For Ellen Tracy Fall 1995

[1310ranchhouse]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: ELLEN TRACY LINDA ALLARD LIGHT GRAY BLAZER.

[villainsview]

Chapter 3

That's Life

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Three more days passed. Erick was getting used to the chain, but didn’t move around much beyond shuffling from the corner he’d nestled himself in to the bucket and back again. I kept him mostly fed on the leftovers of my takeout meals and refilled water bottles. I didn’t want to waste too much resources on him until I was sure Allard agreed with the new price, but he hadn’t gotten back to me about that yet.

The boy had gotten much quieter since I took out some frustration on his hand. His only questions were on the subject of the time after waking up, or if he could have more food or water. Initially he was worried that I was going to kill him because I showed my face. I told him the police wouldn’t be able to catch me anyway, but he still didn’t seem very convinced. Maybe that’s why he was so quiet?

Whatever, I wasn’t gonna start complaining about that now. Unfortunately the peace and quiet was broken by my phone, and it wasn’t even Allard with his confirmation, it was an unknown number.

I sighed before picking up.

“Hello?”

“I’m looking for someone to get their hands dirty for me,” a deep, female voice replied. I raised a brow, not recognising it…her.

“How’d you get this number?” I checked.

“Peter Allard gave me your card—”

“I don’t have a card.”

“Well it was actually a greasy napkin that he’d scribbled your number on because the idiot doesn’t keep paper at hand,” the lady said. I could almost hear her rolling her eyes.

“Yeah that sounds like Allard,” I said, “I suppose you’re not his bookkeeper?”

“No I— Listen, can you do a job for me, or not?” the woman asked, trying to get back to business.

“I’m kinda in the middle of a job right now though, but I’m hoping to be finished by the end of the week,” I said.

“That won’t do. I need this done quickly.” She sighed, sounding rather impatient.

“I could multitask, but it being a rush job will cost you extra,” I said, smelling a little extra cash coming my way.

“Hm…fine. I’ll text you the details. Let me know if you’re up for it. You’ll have two days to complete it.”

She hung up without warning. Talk about demanding... I shook my head a bit, before checking the text that arrived almost immediately after. She’d enclosed some addresses and a picture of her target, asking to bring him to a specific address within the two day limit. It was all in the city. That should be doable…

“You behave yourself, I’ll be back soon,” I said, glancing over at the boy in the corner.

“Y-yes, sir,” he replied quietly, quickly nodding, “um…c-can I have some water while you’re out?”

“Whatever,” I said, tossing a bottle and a granola bar in his direction,

“I’ll be back soon, no need to make it last.”

“Thank you, s-sir…”

I ignored him, closing the side door of my van and opening the garage door so I could drive out, making sure to lock it properly behind me.

I forgot to ask for her name, but the lady from the phone wanted me to grab the guy from the picture in her text. He didn’t seem too important to me, but why she wanted him wasn’t any of my concern, nor did I care. I just had to find the right supplies, find the guy, truss him up properly and hand him over.

His name was Mike Tracy, he was an accountant of some sorts. So I planned to grab him after work. He usually worked overtime, so he’d be tired, and hopefully wouldn’t notice me following him. In my van at first, then, after spotting an opportunity I parked up ahead in an alley and waited for him. It was so easy. I just had to grab a hold of his arm, pull him into the alley, wave my gun at him, explain it wasn’t a robbery and force him into the van.

He wasn’t a lot of fun. Crying a bit, asking who I worked for…I told him to shut up, putting my hand on his throat and managing to block enough blood flow to his brain for him to pass out so I could tie him up for the road in peace.

It being just after rush hour made for nice and quiet traffic, giving me a smooth drive back to the storage lot, smooth jazz playing on the radio as I cruised over quieter and quieter roads until there wasn’t a person in sight. I unlocked the gate surrounding the lot, leaving it open as I rolled my van inside. I’d be leaving soon anyway. Just had to pick up another passenger, and better restrain Mr Tracy.

I cranked the radio up a bit, leaving my van running as I opened the garage door. It seemed Erick had been curled up in his corner, probably trying to catch some sleep, though he sat up alarmed as the door loudly rattled as it opened. Recognising me, the teen pulled his knees closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as he shrunk a bit, giving me the usual fearful stare.

“On your feet,” I said as I approached him.

While he scrambled to pick himself up, I reached for my gun. I had put all my supplies in the van, so I needed him to behave during the couple feet towards the vehicle. However, when he spotted the gun, he freaked out, shaking his head and backing away until the chain nearly tripped him up.

“W-wait, p-please!” he said, “p-please…d-don’t kill me!”

I smirked. Of course he was still scared of that. I’m usually always right. I stepped closer to the teen, watching him unsuccessfully attempt to blink away the tears that were already rolling down his cheeks as he pressed himself against the wall. I hadn’t even switched the safety off , but the kid either hadn’t noticed or didn’t know much about guns as he sobbed some more pleads while I slowly pressed the barrel against his throat, shushing him slowly and repeatedly until he started holding his breath in an attempt to be quiet.

“We’re gonna go for a lil drive,” I said, “and you’re going to behave, right?”

He quickly nodded, choking back a sob as I put a little pressure on his throat with the gun.

“I can’t hear you…”

“Y-yes sir…I-I’ll behave!” the teen whimpered.

Satisfied with his answer, I nodded, stepping back and handing him the key to the padlock holding the chain in place.

“Free yourself,” I said, “put the chain in the van. Now!”

The teen jumped, nearly dropping the key as he shuffled over to the piping and shakily unlocked the padlock, holding it in his hand as he bunched up most of the chain in his arms, the other end still connected to the shackle around his ankle. He glanced over at me as he held the chain, and I gestured towards the van with my gun, following closely behind him as he headed out of the garage.

I put a hand on his shoulder, making sure he wouldn’t try anything stupid as I pulled open the side door, sliding it aside to reveal Mike Tracy, looking none too happy as he had woken up to find his necktie stuffed in his mouth, kept in place with a strip of tape. Erick froze, staring at the man a moment before shooting me a confused look.

“Just get in,” I said, giving him a push and climbing in after him.

I pulled my bag from behind a struggling Tracy, grumbling at him to shut up while I pulled out some leftover rope and tape. It was easy to push Erick against the floor so I could tie his hands behind his back. I used the chain to wrap around his ankles a bit before padlocking it to the ring bolted to the floor so he couldn’t kick around. It seemed he was too stunned about the whole situation to struggle much, though he protested when I picked up the tape to gag him.

“N-no, wait! S-sir, please, I—”

Smack!

The back of my hand collided with the side of his face, the teen promptly shutting up as the satisfying smack rang in our ears. He took a shaky gasp of air as I grabbed his jaw.

“I said behave!” I hissed, using my teeth to tear off a strip of tape and smoothed it over the teen’s lips.

I shoved him to lie down, giving Tracy another kick for good measure, before packing up the rest of my things and heading off to the address I was given.

The address was that of an office building in the south of the city. It looked pretty run down, but also abandoned. The lights on the parking lot didn’t work, meaning it would be easy to move around unseen from the road.

I checked my phone to double-check the floor I had to go to, before scouting the entrances to see how I would get Tracy inside. The emergency exit was the only door that was unlocked.

I returned to my van, sliding open the side door and looked over my prisoners. Tracy still had some fight in him, while Erick tried to avoid looking at me. I grabbed at his shirt, forcing him to sit up.

“Not a single peep from you while I'm gone or so help me!” I growled.

The teen quickly nodded, shuffling backward as far as the chain let him after I let go again. I needed both my hands to manage Tracy with his struggling and shaking his head. I ignored his muffled bitching as I cut his legs free, before dragging him out of the van and closing the door. He tried to dig his heels in as well as call for help as I dragged him towards the building, but there was no one around to help him.

“Come on!” I growled annoyed, pulling him through the door and finding the stairs to go up to the second floor.

There was a light burning in one of the old offices, dust crunching under our shoes as I used Tracy as a shield, forcing him to walk in front of me. You can never be too sure after all. We turned the corner, the light flickering strangely, before I realised it came from a couple candles, dripping hot wax all over a dusty, cracked desk.

In a significantly cleaner-looking chair sat a tan woman with bright red lipstick. Her long, brown hair was braided atop her head, but I couldn’t get a good look at her face as her eyes were hidden behind a pair of black shades. Steel-toed biker boots were resting on the desk near the candles, dark blue jeans hugging her legs and hips, disappearing seamlessly underneath a black leather jacket with elbow padding. In her hands, clad in fingerless leather gloves, she was holding a small device, pressing a button on the side as I walked in with Tracy.

“Seven hours to spare,” she said.

I recognised her voice from the phone call.

“Impressive.” she added, pocketing the stopwatch and getting up.

She wasn’t taller than me, but still tall for a woman. She looked at Tracy, gesturing for him to come closer. He didn’t move, however, so I pushed him forward. The woman caught him, putting a hand under his chin.

“Kneel.” she ordered.

Tracy seemed to melt as he promptly dropped to his knees. The woman bent over, still holding his head up with her hand under his chin.

“Look at you. That’s not how you wear a necktie~” she said, pulling the tape off of his face and prying the tie out of his mouth. Tracy coughed as she stepped back, tossing the tie aside.

“Isn’t that much better now, hun?”

“P-p-please Miss Thorne! I-I’ll get the money, I-I swear! I just need more time!” Tracy began pleading, “M-Mr Allard said I had until the end of the week!”

So her name was Thorne? I wasn’t sure if her name rang a bell. Maybe Allard mentioned her before? It didn’t matter. As interesting as she was, I never planned to stick around.

“Can I get my money now? I got other things to do,” I said.

“All in due time~” Thorne said, unzipping her jacket and shaking it off.

Underneath she was wearing a very revealing tank top, her collarbones and chest decorated with an elaborate butterfly tattoo. I would’ve turned around for her privacy, but I didn’t know her well enough to turn my back to her, so I focused my gaze on the sharp-looking ornament dangling from her earring instead, remaining vigilant as she did turn around to put her jacket on the chair, revealing the gun tucked into the band of her jeans.

“I know what Peter said,” she continued, turning back, “but you know how he is.”

She pulled out her gun, the mechanism clicking loudly as she loaded it. Tracy panicked, sobbing something about his mother while Thorne aimed the gun at him. I noticed I was slowly moving my hand closer to my own gun, just in case. And sure enough, with a deafening blow, she pulled the trigger. In a reflex, I pulled out my own gun before his lifeless body even hit the floor, but Thorne had already lowered hers again, wiping some blood off of her tattoo.

“Relax,” she said, spotting the gun in my hands as she looked back up, “you know Peter can lose his patience sometimes~”

“And then he calls you?” I asked, lowering my gun, but not putting it away just yet.

“I’m usually more subtle, but this was a rush job,” Thorne said, “you smoke?”

I sighed, pulling my pack of cigarettes from my pocket and opening it to offer her one. After she took one, I grabbed my lighter, flicking it on and holding it out towards her so she could light it. She took about three quick drags, before handing it over to me, her lipstick staining the filter.

“Here, you finish it. I’m trying to quit actually,” she said, pulling a grey backpack from behind the desk, handing that to me too, “here’s your money. If you clean up the body for me you can sell his organs. I’m sure that’ll provide adequate payment.”

“Only if I can remove and preserve them in time,” I said.

“Well, can you?”

I looked down at Tracy’s body and sighed.

“Yeah,” I said, “I know a place.”

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