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Fragile Stability
Summary: Very few things could make Dick this scared, but patching up his younger sister is one of them . (Nightwing x batsis!reader)
Word Count: 1.6K
Notes: Back with Nightwing and part of this got deleted but I cannot remember where so it mustn't be that important. (On that note: I might redo and reuse this concept for some of my other works in the future with different characters, or try again if I remember what I wanted to add). Warning for blood and mentions of needles, I don't think there's any language warnings. Enjoy! xx
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"Stay with me birdie, please stay with me." Dick grits out, feet thudding against the pavement. It had been a while since Dick had needed to outrun a villain, normally grappling away and flipping over the rooftops like he had been made for it.
Except this time, he had you in his arms, tears streaked down your face as you sob at every rough jostle. "It's okay, I'm getting you to safety, just hold on. Just a little longer, sweetheart." he panted, eyes scanning for the entrance to the nearby safehouse. If he just took a few more turns and twists he could make it, getting well out of range of Black Mask's men. When he found it, he veered heavily, slipping into the abandoned warehouse and pulling the sliding door shut.
"Nightwing, reporting in." He says tensely, activating his commlink the moment he deems it safe enough. It crackles to life, the rough voice of Batman replying.
"Copy Nightwing, report."
"Birdie's been hit." he pants out, manoeuvring to the third to last shipping container at the back. punching in the code with bloodstained fingers, he frees the lock that hisses open, pulling the doors open.
"Their status?" Batman's voice grunts, but even Dick could tell the hint of panic that sat underneath. He unloops your arms from around his neck, stepping into the hidden field surgery set up. A weak LED strip light flickers on above, casting shadows over the walls as he lays you into the surgery chair. There's very little else, a few rolling drawers of medical equipment, a fridge in the back with more supplies.
"Not good." he replies, sitting on the stool beside the chair and dragging a set of drawers closer to him. "She's-she's bleeding badly. Puncture through the thigh from the explosion, a piece of rebar." he swallows thickly, mind replaying the horrid sound of your screaming filling the air once his ears had stopped ringing. "Another in the shoulder, serrated stab wound."
His hands shake as he presses on the puncture on your upper thigh, making you scream out. He winces seeing the way your face is scrunched up, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. "I'm sorry birdie, I'm so sorry." he murmurs, heart twisting painfully.
"We're sending help to your location. Red Robin is headed there now with the car, get her stable in the meantime. We'll prep the ward immediately."
Dick's head felt light, darkness floating at the edges of his sight. He swallowed, cold sweat beading at his hairline. "WeâŚwe were ambushed by Black Mask's men. This was a set up, they were ready. They're still nearby, if they find here-"
"We'll worry about the Mask." Batman cuts him off. "You know your job, keep her stable."
"We?" Dick replies, voice closing up more and more.
"Red Hood and Myself are going to pursue Black Mask. Spoiler and Robin are going to take out the rest of the men from the hideout."
Dick swallows, blinking rapidly. "I-It was just supposed to be a minor drug bust." he manages to get out. "Just get the Mask, send more people here not out there-"
"Everyone has their orders."
The tone of Batman is cold and hard, making the words Dick wants to say die on his tongue momentarily. He hesitates before speaking again. "Why are you sending everyone?" There's a small silence, before Batman's voice crackles back over the line.
"I didn't. They left before I could say anything. Now stabilise them."
Dick's well aware of the warmth on the underside of his palm, seeping into the material of his suit. His non bloodied hand comes up to stroke your face gently, wiping away the tears coming from your puffy eyes. "It hurts Nightwing," you say, voice choked with a sob. "It burns."
His heart wrenches and he nods. "Yeah, yeah its gonna burn birdie." he says. "I'mâŚI'm gonna make it burn a bit more, okay?" he offers you a weak, apologetic smile, hands shaking as he goes for the first drawer, pulling out a surgical needle and sutures. "We need to close it, I need to stop the bleeding." he chokes out, tears burning at his eyes as your hand grips his wrist, hearing you whine as you try to pull his hand away from the uncomfortable pressure. He folds his hand over yours, making your hand press on the wound instead. "Hold down on this." he instructs softly. "I'm going to go get something from the fridge. Nice and tight, there we go." he murmurs, getting up from beside you to hurry for the fridge.
Pulling it open he rummages around, cursing under his breath as he doesn't find what he needs and pressing his earpiece to contact Tim to bring it. He comes back to your side, face lined and worried. "Okay, bad news, sweetheart." he says, grimacing. "I don't have anything to take the edge off. We've got no painkillers left." your eyes look up at him, glossy and scared.
"It hurts Nightwing." you cry, voice trembling. "It hurts, please don't make it hurt more."
He tries to ignore the heartbreaking gaze you send him, leaning over you to tie a bandage tightly around your stabbed shoulder. You cry out, body bucking upwards. Thankfully the stab seemed to be less urgent, the knife doing less damage than it could have with the serrated edge. He searches around a little more, a flat, wooden utensil set up by the sink.
"Bite this." He says softly, coming to your side once more and slotting it in between your teeth. He hates the way that your eyes look up at him all glassy, brimming with unshed tears. You shake your head, making him bring his hands up to cradle your face. "Hey, hey sweetheart, shhhh. shhh..." he tries to soothe, your chest beginning to tremor with muffled sobs. He plasters a fake smile onto his face, hoping that you can't see his teeth clenched tight.
He sits on the stool next to you, moving your hand over the thigh wound so he can look at it. His hands feel numb seeing how much blood you've lost, and he has to snap himself back into it. He peels off his gloves, shake in his fingers now prominent as he grabs tweezers and the sutures.
Stabilise you. That's all he has to do. Till he can get you back to the infirmary.
Despite the steady breaths he takes to calm himself, they're ripped from his throat the second the needle pierces your skin. The wooden spatula falls from your mouth as your mouth splits impossibly wide, eyes scrunched up as you scream. He has to lean over you, forearms keeping you pressed to the chair while he desperately pleads for you to stay still. He can see how much it burns, the way you hiccup after every breathless sob. He hates it, hating how after each pull of the suture through your skin your face ripples with pain. Each stitch he makes stabs at his heart.
It was supposed to be simple.
He grits his teeth, trying to not let himself cry. This was supposed to be an easy mission, it was your first after all. Sure, Bruce was hesitant to let his daughter run around in a costume fighting bad guys. He had wanted you, his unspoken favourite, to live a peaceful life. However, when you expressed interest in the night life, Dick had vouched for you. He offered to be the one to take you out on your first mission, spent countless hours with Bruce in the cave training you. You were meant to come home with scrapes on your knees and a rip in your suit. Not here in a dingy downtown shipping container having a needle shoved through your skin repeatedly.
This was his fault.
Your screams ring so loud in his head that he forgets what the sound of your laugh is like, the irritated huffs you make when you and Tim discuss entrance exams. "D-Dickie..." you sob weakly, hand pushing lightly against his. "Di-Dickie. St-stopâŚplease. Puh-please stopâŚ" you sob, a wispy sound as your eyes scrunch up again. He doesnât care that you called him by his real name. After all, it was Dick Grayson that had failed you as an older brother. Not Nightwing.
His vision tunnels as he continues to stitch despite your whimpers and sobs, hands shaking so badly it takes him twice as long as he expects to even get halfway. Right now, you weren't just the next Batgirl. You weren't just another spandex clad orphan standing next to Bruce. Right now you were his little sister, the same one he'd spend movie nights with and let hide in his room to cool off when you were mad at Bruce.
When he finally finishes and ties it off, the tools clatter from his hands. He leans forward on to his knees, breath struggling to make it into his lungs. He felt lightheaded, everything feeling like it was burning. His hand managed to feel for your limp one, thumb sliding over your wrist to feel your slow pulse. His other hand pinched the domino mask from his face, letting it clatter to the floor as he wiped his eyes. he didn't even pay attention to the calling of Red Robin through the com, letting him know that he was pulling up right outside. He let himself take a few shaky sobs, fingers digging the tears from his eyes and splattering onto the discarded mask under him.
He wasnât Nightwing right now.
He was Dick Grayson, the older brother who put you on death's door.
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Could you write a batfam story where the reader, who's in an established marriage with Bruce Wayne, accidentally triggers Jason? Perhaps the Wayne family has kept Bruce and Jason's past hardships a secret from the reader, thinking it wasn't important to discuss. However, a misunderstanding between the reader and Jason causes Jason to run away after being triggered of his pass. The rest of the family understands that it was a misunderstanding and tells the reader that Jason will come back and not to worry. They explain Jason's troubled pass with Bruce. However, the reader is consumed by so much guilt and sets out to find Jason. Literally the reader goes and searches Gotham top to bottom IN THE MIDDLE OF A HURRICANE! đThe reader ends up locating Jason in a warehouse, where Jasonâs freezing and the rain is pouring right through. More happens but I want the story to like end where the reader and Jason are crying together in the pouring rain and Jason realizes that he now has a loving dad that would do anything to ensure his and his brothers safety. And like the reader brings Jason back to the manor and everyone else is thinking to themselves like damn, (y/n) really is the best thing to happen to this family, literally the damn glue. Or something⌠like if (y/n) wasnât there to save Jason he could have been dead⌠again.
I am sorry this is so long⌠i just couldnât stop thinking of this story dynamic đ
Oh, my jay bird... Of course I can do it... My poor bird. Also, 2k followers? Why thank you. Also, taking some time off to focus on college because I have some shit coming up. To say lightly.
Summary: The family didn't tell (Y/N) about Jason's trauma. And that causes problems and some broken hearts.
Warnings: Mentions of Jason's past, but nothing graphic, (Y/N) is done with emotional constipation from everyone, but he still loves them a lot, also hurricane.
(Y/N) has been in the family for a few years now. Married with the patriarch of the family, Bruce Wayne, was the best decision he has ever made. Bruce, while known to the public as a playboy at the time, abandoned that mindset, all for (Y/N). Boys accepted (Y/N), once they saw that (Y/N) wasn't marrying Bruce for money. (Y/N) will be marrying him for love.
Were there a few hiccups with Bruce being Batman and all the nightly patrols? Yes. However, (Y/N) and Bruce worked through it. And more importantly, (Y/N) essentially adopted all of the boys as his own. He saw them as his own sons rather than looking at them as their stepsons. And besides, saying that they are his sons brings (Y/N) an indescribable amount of happiness. And besides, living with 4 boys is always fun.
(Y/N) knew about their trauma, but what no one told him was the trauma that Jason went through. He had a vague idea, but never knew exactly. He didn't feel qualified to prod around in anyone's head, anyone's mind, but he made sure to let them all know that if they need to talk about something, get something off of their chest, he is the person they can come to talk to.
And it has happened a few times. Sometimes they would come after a nightmare, squeezing between (Y/N) and Bruce, looking for comfort. Now, everyone was unsure as to what to call him. Batdad or mother hen... That one remains to be determined soon enough by the boys.
It was a tough day for everyone in the household and everyone was ready to straight up murder each other. (Y/N) had an awful day at work, Bruce had a bad day as a CEO and as Batman, well, the Batman part was only the night before, but has moved onto the day. The other boys had difficult days at school and at patrol. Jason had a big problem with his nightmares and flashbacks. Not to mention, Gotham was expecting a hurricane to come over and just sweep over it. It shouldn't be bad and there shouldn't be any damage besides any heavy rain.
Gotham natives are used to rains, whether they be small drizzles or storms. However, Bruce worried about it and made sure to get enough supplies, just in case. Safe to say, everyone was on absolute edge. Closed into the same house, despite it being a manor and absolutely huge, tension could be cut with a knife.
And then, Jason and (Y/N) started fighting. It started off as bickering, but then it turned into a fight where hurtful things were said towards each other. Jason, mentally pushed to the limit by the nightmares and flashbacks has had enough and went to his car. He drove off and (Y/N) was fuming still.
But...
When the anger went away, (Y/N) was mortified. Completely and utterly mortified. He essentially crushed whatever relationship he had with Jason. Words hurt more than any punches and any kicks. No matter what Jason went through, (Y/N) was sure that Jason was hurting like hell now.
(Y/N) couldn't stop pacing in the living room, wondering what is happening to Jason at this very moment. A hurricane is going to pass through soon enough, Jason went to God knows where and (Y/N)'s own heart was breaking apart.
" (Y/N), love, you need to calm down. Jason will be fine. He just needs space. "
" Space?! In the middle of a hurricane?! " (Y/N) now yelled, upset beyond belief. He has upset his son and he was telling him to calm down? He might kick Bruce out of their bed.
Bruce then talked about all the trauma that Jason went through, before he adopted him, after he adopted him at the hands of Joker. (Y/N) was now absolutely mortified.
" Father is right. Jason needs some time to cool off. " Damian said in passing, making (Y/N) throw his hands up in the air.
" Is anyone in this damn house emotionally available?! "
Tim shrugged from the sofa and (Y/N) took a deep breath. Bruce watched intently and he could see what (Y/N) was thinking.
" Do not tell me you are going out there. " Bruce said as (Y/N) put his jacket and shoes on.
Dick and Damian paused to watch the entire thing unfold. Tim looked up from his tablet.
" I am. Jason is my son and I'm going to get him back. Tim, track Jason's phone and send me the location. " (Y/N) said, ignoring Bruce. Bruce rubbed his forehead. (Y/N) is a stubborn bastard when he wants to be. And does Bruce love him for it? Yes. Is it annoying sometimes? Yes.
" There is a hurricane! " Tim yelled after (Y/N) as he stormed out.
" (Y/N)! " Bruce yelled after his husband, but it was too late. (Y/N) was already out the door.
" He's nuts, " Damian said underneath his breath.
" And I married him, " Bruce added.
Jason has started to regret the fact that he has decided to even come out here. Sure, (Y/N) and him got into a fight, nasty things were said, but it would be better if he has just stormed up to his room and slammed his door shut. That would have been a better option than this. This damp warehouse, where there was leaking rain wherever you looked...
Jason was shivering, teeth chattering. Cold probably seeped right to his bones. Hypothermia was also on its way too, Jason had no doubt about it. He leaned back against the wall, curling into himself as much as he could and allowed himself to think about what happened with (Y/N), his dad in a way.
They were all on edge from the hurricane, supplies, wifi and all that stuff was needed just in case. Bruce made sure to make the manor proof of any natural disasters. Gotham wouldn't be hit that badly, so there was no need for evacuation, but there was advice to be cautious about it. Everyone was on edge as it is from being cooped up together too much, since Bruce didn't want them to stray too far, just in case.
And Jason being in a foul mood from his nightmares already, he didn't like this one bit. He wanted to be alone, but no. Common areas are a must according to Bruce. So the fight happened and both of them said really hurtful things to each other. And Jason felt guilty. He knew that emotions took over them both, but still... (Y/N) was always trying to be good to them all.
It was wrong.
Jason looked up at the door when he heard a slam. It could be wind. Or maybe someone trying to find shelter?
What Jason didn't expect was (Y/N), wet to the bone, looking around frantically. When his eyes fell on Jason, he sighed in relief.
" Oh Jay, I've been looking for you everywhere! Are you okay?! " (Y/N) ran up to Jason, quickly kneeling down to check to see if he had any injuries. Jason was touched... To have a genuine parent, a loving parent, alongside Bruce, but Bruce is a bit emotionally constipated so (Y/N) is essentially everything that the boys need.
" Bruce told me what you've been through... And now I know why you ran, what made you so upset. It was a combination of everything plus the hurricane. "
Jason nodded and (Y/N) hugged him tightly. Jason hugged him back just as tightly, if not more.
And the two broke down in tears, holding onto each other tightly.
Bruce was pacing in the living room, worried about (Y/N) and Jason. He should have gone after Jason too. He shouldn't have been so stupid. He should have chased Jason down the moment he left the mansion. But no, he's too emotionally constipated to deal with this. Great. Absolutely great.
He flipped his head around when he heard the front door open and then close and then two sets of footsteps. Jason and (Y/N) stepped into the living room, both soaked to the bone.
" Bruce, " (Y/N) said calmly and Bruce had a feeling he would be kicked out of the bedroom.
" (Y/N)... Are you two okay? " Bruce asked softly and (Y/N) nodded, smiling at Jason.
" We are B. Jay, go down to the Batcave. Take a warm shower and get changed into warm clothes. I'm sure the others are there too." (Y/N) softly nudged Jason to get going.
Jason took the hint and went to the Batcave. Once he was gone, Bruce turned to (Y/N).
" I'm sorry. I truly am. I should have gone after him, but I was- "
" Stupid? Yeah. Clearly. But I'm willing to forgive. I assume that the cots are ready? "
" Yup. I prepared you warm clothes, some earplugs so that you can't be awaken by the bats. And also a mask so that you won't be awoken by the lights of the cave. You know, reflectors, Batcomputer... Come on. " Bruce gently lead his cold and wet husband to the Batcave. " A warm shower is in order too. "
(Y/N) rolled his eyes, knowing that he will be forced into a warm shower, warm and dry clothes and an intense cuddling session, where Bruce won't let go, out of fear and love... How did he even marry into this crazy family?
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Born!werewolf soap and Turned!Werewolf Simon.
Simon was turned into a werewolf during his time with Roba, tied to a man so horrible he never associated lycanthropy with anything but pain, and lack of control. It only ever reminds him of a time when he was always hungry for affection, yet violent without it. He never shifts without choosing to, and purposely ignores his needs as long as he can, until itâs debilitating.
Soap who has been a werewolf his whole life, knows his packâs history like the back of his hand. Heâs extremely attuned to his instincts, and to other wolves. Itâs almost more comfortable for him to be a wolf, than go through the pain of humanities stiffness.
Them finding eachother and hurt/comfort <3
Initially, upon meeting Ghost, Soap is more than glad to finally have the opportunity to work with another werewolf, let alone one known for his skill, his precision, his deadlinessâbut then Soap is just as soon finding out that there's far more than meets the eye about Ghost's own condition.
Ghost, like most werewolves, was born human. There's a faint but distinct smell about him that tells Soap this, and initially, it's really no concern of his. Outside of his family, most other werewolves Soap had encountered in his life were turned at one point or another.
What separates Ghost from them, however, as Soap soon figures it outâis that Ghost never shifts. Not unless he has to, anyway. And that makes Soap curious more than anything.
Because shifting is such an integral part to being a werewolf. It's natural, freeing, and it's one of Soap's favourite things. It's a new kind of powerful that's so important and special to a werewolf, that Soap could never understand why Ghost would ever want to stave off such a thing. And being that Ghost is so tight-lipped about his own life, Soap has no idea where to begin guessing.
It isn't until months of knowing each other that Soap starts to get a hint.
The mission is tough. The team is in a tight spot, and only Soap's claws and teeth and strength aren't proving to be enough. So with a look Soap can't quite decipher, Price pleads silently with Ghost to do the one thing they all know he hates.
But because it's necessity, Ghost follows through. Soap should have clocked something was wrong in hearing pained groans and too-loud cracks of shifting bones, but he can't do anything to stop it. Can only watch as Ghost is released and begins a massacre, and Soap can only trail behind to pick off stragglers.
Once everything is said and doneâit takes an hour to find Ghost, who had taken on the unfortunate task of shifting back alone, and who is discovered curled up and staring ahead at nothing in a far corner of one of the warehouses they'd been assigned to raid.
He bares his teeth when Price moves to approach him, a low growl rumbling out of his throat. Price pauses and glances back to Soap, whose hesitant attempt is met with no protest.
Huh.
That distant look still glazes over Ghost's eyes, though the fog clears ever-so slightly when his attention is called to Soap sitting beside him. Where Soap feels more alive than ever after a shift, Ghost looks... small. Afraid.
Hurt.
Soap begins to suspect the circumstances of his turning had been less than favourable, and his heart breaks with that realization.
Ghost, as touch averse as Soap has known him to be, tucks into Soap's side without prompting, leeching off his warmth and comfort while, in witnessing the scene, Price and Gaz turn and head out to meet exfil and explain the situation.
Whatever had happened to Ghost to have his shifts be this wayâSoap determines then, in that very moment, that once they're back to safety and Ghost is back within himself, Soap is going to find a way to help him make peace with this inescapable part of his being. He'll find a way to turn bad into good, or neutral, at the very least, because Ghost doesn't deserve to be a stranger to himself.
Soap will take that pain away if it's the last thing he does. Because he doesn't think he could ever stand seeing Ghost so broken again.
He wraps his arms around Ghost's broad frame and lets the lieutenant bury his face in Soap's chest with a vulnerability Soap only gets to witness as a cause of animalistic instincts still not having worn off. It'll be inevitable, when Ghost comes to only to back off and shut everyone out for a little while, but for now, Soap selfishly indulges in the comfort as much as Ghost needs it.
Soap will make that pain his own, if he has to, he thinks.
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The secret Saturdays Infection AU something is approaching and it is not kur....
TW: The story contains somewhat questionable things so if you are sensitive I recommend you ignore this story, everything was done for the purpose of entertainment I hope you like it, I tried a lot to write this and make a couple of drawings on the subject đ
It all begins when the saturday family finds a strange creature, said creature was captured in a documentary and that is why the Saturday family prepared their equipment on the aircraft and traveled to the place seen in Antarctica...to be specific, the same area where they found the huge cryptid that they previously assumed was Kur, the same place where the family found out that Zak was Kur... said creature looked like a huge, thin black lion, with hairy reptile legs with huge green claws... and black fur, elongated snout like that of a canine accompanied by long ears, horns the color of its claws...
Upon finding the creature, it was lying on the ground, it seemed that it had vanished, the Sabbath family noticed a strange viscosity coming out of its mouth, eyes and nose, so they carefully picked up the body to examine it in the Sabbath warehouse, inside The ship was kept in a special cooling chamber that Doc had added to the aircraft a long time ago, while they were returning home Komodo went into the cooling room...the flesh of the body tempted the reptile to eat it, and so it did... ..comodo chews a piece of meat...before trying another bite, drew Sabado enters, shooing him away saying "NO! Bad Komodo!" So the huge lizard decided to retreat, pouting in response.
Once at home, Zak noticed that Komodo was sad and sick... he thought it would be something temporary so he didn't give it much importance to help his parents and Uncle Doyle move the body of the child, which if it weren't for the cold from the cooling chamber, his body would be stinking and decomposing faster...without warning while his parents were doing studies one night, the creature stood up aggressively ready to fight, when it tried to attack Drew, Doyle pushed the creature against a wall with force but this being bit Doyle on the arm as if he wanted to tear it off...
until Zak intervened with a cortex disrupter that, in response to the nerves, his crypto powers acted... he was not sure how it was possible if after Having died and revived in his encounter with Argost, he no longer seemed to have the Kur abilities, boy was he wrong.
Zak made a connection with the creature...or rather what was left of it... He felt strange...it was more like a puppet, unlike the cryptids this being seemed to be just a shell...something empty that his powers did nothing more than manipulate the creature at will like a toy.... Zak in his mind ordered this being to sleep, to which the creature fell into lifeless sleep once again...
Drew was helping Doyle who was bleeding a lot, the wound on Doyle's arm was deep so Doc and Drew decided to intervene before he lost more blood...
1/2 hours after the event, Doc and Drew, for safety reasons, decided to tie the specimen to the operating table to avoid further incidents... It was time for dinner, Doyle was in a state of shock even with his arm bandaged from the elbow to the neck. shoulder with sweaty forehead with chills
"Wow, you don't look well...I think you should rest," Doc said, looking at Doyle with intrigue.
"Mhe... A simple bite isn't that bad... I've seen and experienced worse things when I worked for Van Rook," he said in a mocking manner, although from a distance you could see that deep down he was shocked and scared by the accident, but he wasn't. He wanted to worry his family more.
- Doyle, it's not a game of masculinity, your health is important! - Drew said, somewhat upset and worried about her brother - if you feel bad or something like that, don't want to pretend that nothing is happening... you worry me.
-....calm down little sister... Everything is fine- said the redhead, changing his mocking sarcastic expression to a somewhat understanding and tired look -if mini man didn't act on time things would be different- he looked smiling at his nephew.
-...eh...I...I...-Zak was a little unsure - I don't know what happened...my crypto powers were supposed to be gone...it doesn't make sense...
- Zak...son...maybe there were residues of kur and your emotions were so strong that they acted without prior notice - Drew said somewhat calmly, looking tenderly at Zak
- no mom....this...this more than my old crypto powers, it's something else..... It's not like before when I could communicate with the cryptids, this case was strange.... It's...it's ....I can't find the words because I really felt afraid...a fear that I haven't felt in a long time...- Zak said worriedly- that creature...has something, it's not completely lifeless... ..
-...ok ok let's put that aside and eat right? Cold food loses flavor hahaha - Doyle said jokingly.
That said, the family enjoyed dinner talking about some interesting topic of conversation with Uncle Doyle's anecdotes about his previous life working with Van Rook...making the atmosphere calm again. Except for Komodo who looked pretty bad so the Zak's parents decided to check him after finishing dinner.... On the other hand, while everyone was getting ready for bed, Doyle was brushing his teeth and noticed that there was blood on his toothbrush...
A pair of fangs were growing out of his mouth. Canines...the redhead decided not to continue thinking about it so he decided to go to bed.
On the other hand, while everyone was sleeping, a roar was heard waking up the entire family who saw how Komodo with cloudy vision was pounced on Zon while she screamed in pain and anguish at the lizard that would not let go of her neck. When they tried to separate them it was too late. Zon was bleeding rapidly... and Komodo seemed to no longer have any signs of life... whatever happened, Zak burst into tears and Fiskerton hugged him behind him... he even consoled him in the face of that event. By the time it was daylight...the family buried the 2 cryptids outside their home and placed crosses with the names of those family members who accompanied them through thick and thin.
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well That's all for now, sorry for the bad English, I use Google Translate since English is not my native language, tomorrow I may upload the Spanish version
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i think i cracked the code to what the finale is going to be and i just--
i've seen people talking about the bts shots of the fire, and i've seen people talking about the eddie isolation, but i don't think i've seen anyone talking about these two facts together, or at least the way i'm about to.
if you haven't seen them, this are the bts shots we got of some fire that they were filming the other day
at first, a lot of people thought that maybe they were burning down the loft (it could be the loft set, and the fire truck in the background of the first pic could be there as safety measures) but then we got the second oic with the 133, which means that this has to be somewhere else.
i've seen theories about this being the warehouse that amir takes (or finds) bobby, but i've also seen people (myself included) talk about how this could be the firehouse, and i think that's what this is. in the first picture, to the right of the crew person's head, it looks like a garage door, and in the second picture the driveway looks too long to be a normal house.
now, what would burning down the firehouse mean? well, it would mean that everyone would have to be temporarily misplaced to other firehouses, kind of like how lena was in s3. they wouldn't all be in the same firehouse, and they'd be lucky if even two of them were stationed together.
why is this important?
because of this article ryan did
âThere are some bombshells coming,â Ryan Guzman teases to TV Insider. âThere are some massive events coming for Eddie. And as far as we know, Eddie has always kind of had somebody to run to. He might not have anybody to run to anymore for Season 8. Yeah, there are things that are going to be happening in Eddieâs life that are going to leave him feeling isolated.â
bombshells... amir placing bombs in the firehouse? (most likely not, he'll probably burn it down normally
massive events... the firehouse burning down while they're having a ceremony
not having anyone to run to... everyone is at different firehouses on different shifts (emphasis on the fact that buck and eddie are not on the same shift anymore)
things happening that leaves him feeling isolated... just like in season five, he's no longer working with his family, but this time it's worse because everyone's isolated from everyone
if they wanted to make the isolation have a little more kick, then everyone could be transferred to another station while staying on a shift (still not the same firehouses, but at least their schedules match) while eddie gets stuck with b shift somewhere
it just suddenly clicked for me, and in this scenario nobody is intentionally icing someone else out, and a lot of it would be very much eddie not processing his feelings right, which would make sense given the circumstances, and especially if we get an eddie feelings realization at the end of s7 or beginning of 8a
i don't know, this was very quickly written as a way to get my thoughts down into words, but if i find more evidence...
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A lot of Scott haters generate very poor analysis of the show because they are operating on a fundamentally flawed premise, namely, that the characters they like have the same opinion of Scott that they do. (This isn't exclusive to Teen Wolf fandom, I've seen it in other fandoms, it's a common error fandoms make.) I may have problems with certain actions taken by Stiles but I would NEVER claim he doesn't love or care about Scott or would choose Derek of all people over him. That's not Stiles.
Nothing supports your conclusion more than fandom's "re-interpretaton" of Master Plan (2x12). In this episode, Stiles makes several very clear (and very emotional) statements about how he feels about the most important people in his life: his father, his mother, Lydia, and Scott. His actions conform completely to those statements.
He makes it clear he loves his father, Lydia, and Scott. He acts to protect his father, Lydia, and Scott. He lies, concealing the truth behind his kidnapping, to his father, because he doesn't want his father anywhere near the Hale-Argent feud. He shouts at Lydia to try to dissuade her from pursuing Jackson, revealing the depth of his feelings toward Lydia, the danger she is in, and how that is influenced by his own mother's death, but he still guides her to the climactic confrontation in the warehouse. He doesn't seek out Scott immediately because he knows that his kidnapping and beating is meant to apply pressure to Scott "And look at my face, huh? Come on, you actually think this was meant to hurt me?" In the aftermath, he reassures Scott that he has his back always.
Stiles always figures it out, and he recognizes the dangers that the people he loves are in, and he acts accordingly.
But then here comes fandom. Since the majority of fandom seems not to be all that attracted to Lydia, they don't care about her. Since the majority are busily projecting their own issues with their parents onto the Sheriff, they don't recognize how his position in law enforcement complicates his relationship with Stiles. Since the majority of the fandom are outraged that Derek isn't the main character, they are primed to see Scott in the worst possible light.
The fandom wants a Stiles who dwells exclusively on his own physical and emotional pain and who doesn't look at what has happened -- as the Canon Stiles does -- in terms of the health and safety of his family and friends. The fandom also wants a Stiles who worships Derek the way they do, so they conjure concern for the Hale pack, even though Stiles didn't mention Derek (and Derek didn't mention Stiles) during the final two episodes of Season 2. They want Stiles, as their stand-in, to make the case for shifting the focus of the show to Derek, so they perform incredible feats of doublethink, taking Stiles's earlier shots at Scott (which they have interpreted before as Stiles's way of showing his love for Scott) as literal, critical and damning judgment of Scott's value while simultaneously believing that Stiles would be shocked and blindsided by Scott's behavior.
Of course, to accomplish this new paradigm they have to eject 70% of canon. Derek didn't try to kill Lydia, Derek hasn't been alternatively brutal and manipulative toward his best friend, Isaac and Erica didn't attack Stiles on Derek's orders, and Derek didn't create the kanima which almost murdered Stiles's father. Fanon Stiles doesn't love Lydia enough to challenge Peter and Gerard, he doesn't care for and have faith in Scott enough to ignore his own physical and emotional trauma to support him , and he certainly didn't leave Boyd and Erica in the Argent basement in order to prioritize protecting his father. I imagine this level of editing is hard work.
Of course, when people like us point this out, they have two primary and contradictory declamations. "We're not bound by canon!" fandom cries only to follow that up immediately with "Why can't you let people enjoy things?" But by discarding canon to this degree, they're not just enjoying things: they're creating things. And when anyone creates something and puts it out for public consumption, the audience for it -- which includes you and me -- gets to react to that creation, just as we react to Teen Wolf.
And the red flags in their creation are consistent and widespread. Fanon Stiles is not Allison's friend and not in love with Lydia but still pays attention to their actions, he resents the fact that Scott simultaneously relies on him but doesn't do anything to discourage it, and desperately wants to be part of Derek "Like a hyperactive spaz" Hale's pack. Fanon Stiles cannot stand Scott because he hid his plan against Gerard from Stiles (even though there's no evidence Scott actually did that) but is more than willing to defend Derek's repeated instances of concealing information (the existence of the alpha, biting Jackson, the approach of the alpha pack, and Peter's resurrection). Fanon Stiles cannot forgive Scott for the Neck Grab of Destiny because it is morally wrong and crossed boundaries (regardless of the threat to Allison), but literally has not the slightest concern that Derek dispatched teenagers to execute an innocent Lydia repeatedly.
When we interrogate them about the choices they made for their creation, they get defensive. If they're willing to rewrite that much of canon, why does their product consistently celebrate the white male characters and diminish or demonize female and/or minority characters? After all, as they'll state forever, they're not beholden to canon. Yet, there has been no other offered consistent explanation for the specificity of Fanon Stiles's behavior from the fandom, because they obviously can't come out and say that they wanted to discard Canon Stiles's fantastic personality and actions for one that takes revenge for a Latino being the main protagonist and not a white man.
BUT IT'S NOT RACISM.
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Chapter 9: Sparking Emotions
Approx. 8400 words; 50 minute read
Fetch leaped to the ground and stood beside Delsin with a snarl on her face, âTheyâre here.â
She kept her hazel eyes trained on the horizon and within seconds two figures appeared walking toward the warehouse with a confidence reserved for those who assumed they were in full control. Neither figure seemed to hesitate or falter in their steps despite the welcome party of five that awaited them.
It wasnât a long way back to the warehouse but Benji felt an overwhelming need to use speed to his advantage, the weight of the news he was carrying was too important to be delivered even a second too late.
He decided to use his abilities and used a combination of parkour and shadow dashing to gain and hold speed as he left the train yard behind him. His internal monologue was racing with what he needed to say and what he would tell Lucky once she joined him back at the warehouse. He was very worried about her and could not shake the feeling that she was going to be in trouble once Orion showed back up.Â
Maybe Delsin will let me come back to escort her, he thought as he lept over a dumpster and entered the city borders. And then he faltered in his steps, as his name pulled his attention and he nearly fell over trying to stop his own momentum.
âBenji! Over here!â
âMakayla?â Benji jogged over to the girl who was flagging him down from the next block over. He looked her over and she did the same to him in greeting.
âYouâre okay! Thank goodness,â Makayla seemed relieved and she placed her neon green fishnet-gloved hands on her hips.
Benji gave her an apprehensive eyebrow raise, âWas I not supposed to be?â
âNo, dummy. But Delsin sent me after you because he got your note. Or rather Fetch gave him the note you left in your dorm after she went looking for you this morning.â
âOh, right, that,â Benji sighed, âI had to check on someone. I was worried. Iâm still worried, but now I have to get back to the warehouse. We have an emergency.â
Makayla adjusted her goggles over her eyes and winked at him. âIt was Lucky, wasnât it?â
Benji felt his ears heat up and he cleared his throat, âIt wasnât Celia, thatâs for sure. Is everyone okay at the warehouse?â
âYeah,â Makayla confirmed, âWhy? Whatâs the emergency?â
âCelia is declaring war and Orion is on his way at her side.â
Now Makayla brought her hands together before her chest, cracking her knuckles together. âThen letâs get back to the warehouse and prepare to win the war.â
Benji nodded, grateful to have Makayla on their side now. He wanted to say more about Lucky and his suspicion about her safety but he knew getting to the warehouse was the priority right now. He could tell the Heroes and maybe they could help get Lucky pulled from there as soon as possible. Maybe theyâd send a recon team to the train yard under the direction of Benji.
Being a hero was both exciting and terrifying.
Orion returned to the train yard, looking a little worse for the wear with traces of cuts across his face and his shirt in shreds. He was constantly balling his hands into fists and then relaxing them again as he walked directly into the main meeting room.
âCelia!â His shout had the rabbit-mask wearing woman turn her attention to him. Orion summoned mirror shards to his hand and they hung in the air twisting above his palm, reflecting his face as they shifted toward him.
Celia said nothing, just crossed her arms over her chest.
âWe need to move. Now.â
âOrion⌠what gives you that idea?â Celia tilted her head to one side, her mask giving a creepy stare as it tilted.
Orion grabbed his mirror pieces and threw them to the floor, the glass cutting into his palm. He didnât flinch with the pain. âThe longer we wait, the more prepared theyâll be. If you want the girl we need to move before they do.â
Celia nodded and started walking toward him slowly, âWhat did you do, Orion?â
Orion raised an eyebrow at his boss and shifted his weight between his feet. For a moment he thought about confessing to herâabout what he suspected with Lucky, about their fight, about his bar fight after thatâbut then a new idea took place. Why confess when you can simply lie?
âLucky warned them. She told them everything. You were right about her.â The words came so easily and he smiled, spitting them out of his mouth.
Celia nodded once in confirmation of the information, then rested her hand on his shoulder, standing on tiptoe to reach him easier. Her other hand touched her mask gently and it exploded into a mass of paper confetti that fluttered to the ground.
She narrowed her black eyes, her gaze locked on Orionâs eyes. âSheâs a liability. She could throw the battle against us. You need to take care of her. Get her off the playing field, Orion Stella.â
Orion couldnât remember if he had ever seen Celia without her mask on and he found himself thinking that she looked as delicate as the paper she wielded with all the sharpness of a knife. Celiaâs command settled under his skin and he frowned slightly. He didnât want to hurt Lucky, unnecessarily, but the more he thought about it the more he was giving himself permission to saddle her with the blame. Whatever she had coming to her was of her own doing.
Now it was his turn to nod solemnly at Celia, accepting her request.
âShe wonât be a problem.â
The warehouse was a mess of people.
Students were everywhere, gathering belongings they deemed âimportantâ and packing to leave for a while. The announcement was made via email that an emergency situation was underway and no students were to be left on campus past 3 PM. Rosaline had further assisted with the evacuation notice by mentally intruding on the students within range and filing their heads with urgency sans panic. Her threshold for her ability had been stretched further, thanks to her ongoing training, though her radius only covered the warehouse alone. Anyone off-campus would get the email and hopefully that would be enough.
âI could send everyone a text message, too,â Eugene offered. The office was just as chaotic as several people were inside the space making plans and back-up plans for every scenario they could imagine. Benji was eyeing everyone in the room and picking up on the tension and anxiety around him.
âYeah, why donât you do that, Eugene,â Delsin agreed and then turned his attention back to Makayla and Benji who were occupying the couch. âOkay, so we know Celia is coming for Caly. What can you tell us about⌠what was his name? Osiris?â
Makayla sighed, âOrion! Gosh, Delsin. Get good with names.â
Fetch snickered from beside Delsin and he shot her a disgruntled look. The neon-user just shrugged, âHazardsâ right. Get good,â She playfully hip checked Delsin and he rolled his eyes.
âSays the woman who has a zillion nicknames for everyone,â Delsin refocused and made a note on a piece of paper. âOkay, so whatâs Orionâs power? Shape-shifting?â
âMirrors,â Benji chimed in. He was mostly quiet for this meeting but was clearly paying attention. He noted that the only ones missing from this meeting were Rosaline and Caly. And Lucky.
âMirrors⌠that makes sense,â Delsin wrote something else down and circled it, then he adjusted his beanie and seemed to be chewing at the inside of his cheek.
Fetch read over his shoulder and then perched against the desk, her arms crossed loosely over her chest, âThatâs probably going to be more offensive. Iâll take him.â
âNo one is taking anyone. Weâre trying to figure out something without having to resort to an all-out war to protect Caly, remember?â Delsin stated.
âFetch is right, Orion is more offensive. Heâs an asshole, too,â Makayla retorted.
Fetch chuckled under her breath. Benji was glad to see that Fetch and Makayla had put their transgressions behind them for the moment. He cleared his throat, âWhat about Lucky?â
âThe luck-user?â Eugene asked.
âYeah,â Benji continued, âI mean, sheâs not going to help them but we canât just leave her there alone with Celia and Orion.â
Makayla elbowed Benji and he looked over at her and she winked at him. The heat rose in his ears and drifted over his cheeks.
âHow do you know she wonât help them?â Fetch questioned. She had a good point and Benji didnât know how to explain it without it sounding like a crush and a prayer.
Makayla answered for him, âLucky doesnât like hurting people. Did you even have any injuries when the siblings showed up on campus the other day?â
Fetch and Delsin exchanged a glance that Eugene joined in on. That was a solid argument. Benji made a mental note to thank Makayla later for the save.
âGood point,â Delsin sighed, âOkay, so we just need to focus on Celiaâwho seems to have some new tricksâand Orion. Both of them are going to be a problem together, so our main objective is to separate them if things go sideways.â
âWe canât plan for everything, Smokes. Weâre going to have to just wing most of this.â Fetch pointed out.
Delsin paused for a moment and then looked over at Eugene. âWhere are we at with evacuation?â
Eugene had the laptop all to himself and he typed and clicked around for a moment before he provided an answer. âIt looks like 75% of students are safely off-campus at this point.â
âExcellent. Fetch? Call Juno and Kane in here.â
Fetch gave Delsin an odd look before she pulled her phone out of her pocket and did as she was asked without questioning it.
Benji pulled his phone out from his pocket, too. No new texts from anyone. No communication from Lucky. He was growing more nervous about the situation as every minute passed in silence between the two of them. He was also trying to figure out a way to bring the topic of Lucky back up without it sounding nagging. No one had really answered his question.
âWhere are Dr. Hutch and Caly?â Benji changed the subject to occupy his mind with something else instead of missing Lucky and being so worried about her. She could take care of herself, right?
âRosaline is with Caly in the training room. It was the safest place for them during the evacuation.â
âWait, they arenât leaving the school?â Makayla suddenly seemed nervous at hearing this information.
Delsin shook his head, âWe thought if we moved them off-campus that Celia would bring the fight to them. Holding the two of them here helps us ensure the battle doesnât leave the warehouse grounds and we can keep more people safe that way.â He paused and glanced at Fetch. âThat is if a battle happens at all.â
âOh, itâs gonna happen. Orion has always been hotheaded and I can see him acting out without Celia even saying anything at all,â Makayla interjected, âHeâs fast, too.â
âGreat update, Makayla. Iâll add that to the notes,â Delsin rolled his eyes and wrote something down on the paper plans he had been keeping throughout the conversation.
A knock sounded on the office door and five pairs of eyes turned to look as the door opened. A small, mousy woman with black and blue hair and a few striking tattoos entered beside a taller, thin man with hair about the same length as Delsinâs, only poofier. They both seemed nervous and excited to be in this coveted space, off-limits to anyone who wasnât a âHero of Seattleâ or in trouble with them.
Delsin gave them both a warm smile and welcomed them in. âJuno! Kane! Welcome. Just the two I needed to see.â
âUh⌠hey?â Kane gave a short wave while Juno seemed to be working on finding her words, a blush settling in her cheeks. Benji inhaled softly at knowing that feeling all too well.
âAlright, you two. First, thanks for sticking around during the evacuation,â Delsin began, âSecond, I need you to both help make sure the campus is emptyâfully emptyâwithin the next hour.â
Juno checked her watch and gave Delsin a puzzled glance, âBut itâs only twelve thirty in the afternoon. The text said to be off campus by three.â
Delsin nodded, âThat plan has changed.â
Celia had been acting strange all morning and now that Orion was back Celia was actively preparing for something. Lucky wasnât sure what was happening but she knew it was something bad and that it was happening sooner than expected.
She had tried to talk to Celia, to get some information out of her that could help the warehouse team but it was useless. Celia seemed to be ignoring her, telling her only to stay put to guard the train yard and their meager space for a base. It was strange and Lucky did not like the feeling it gave her.
Plus, staying behind meant that she couldnât join Benji, or worse give him more warning of what was coming.
So when Celia abruptly passed an origami dove to Orion and then left, Lucky knew something in the delicate balance of power at play had shifted. She quickly went back to her favorite train car to decide what to do next in the silence as she pushed down the rising panic in her chest.
Familiar footfalls entered the space behind her. As soon as she heard the sound of small silver charms gently striking against one another, Lucky closed her eyes. The air shifted before her and she knew she was in danger.
âOrion⌠quit playing around.â
âPlaying? Who said I was playing?â Orion whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her neck. Lucky hid a shiver and squared her shoulders.
âOpen your eyes, Lucky. Or are you scared of what youâll see?â Footsteps paced behind her but Lucky found steady breaths and scrambled internally for something, anything to grasp hold of that could get her out of this situation.
âYou donât have to do this, Ry. You are smarter than this. Celia has been trying to separate us since we joined her and Iââ
âYou what, Lucky? You always have all the answers to the unasked questions. All the commands.â Orion cut her off, his voice low and angry. He was directly behind her, Lucky could feel his body heat against her back. âItâs my turn now, Lucky. Iâm making the rules. Not you, not Celia. Me. And you will do as I say and not interfere.â
Lucky buckled down in her stance. Her hands were so tightly in fists, small crescents were forming from where her fingernails dug into her own skin. âNo.â
âWhat did you say?â
âI said, no. Orion, stop this.â
He placed one hand against her back and Lucky swallowed hard.
âOpen your eyes, Luckster. Open them now and tell me what you see.â
Lucky was terrified. She knew this move and she knew Orion was breaking his promise to never hurt her like this. She felt the end was coming, rushing toward her, yet she did as she was told and opened her eyes. She held her own gaze in the mirror before her, a mirror summoned by Orionâs ultimate use of his power. Her dark brown eyes were full of fear and anger and loss. She had seconds to decide how this would end. Time seemed to slow. Luck was on her side.
Orion laughed, a low gravelly noise beside her ear. It echoed around the empty train car and dared Lucky to break her stare. She did not.
âYour timeâs up. No one is coming to save you now. Enjoy the Mirrorverse, sister.â Orion shoved Lucky forwardâtoward the mirror which now rippled and warped before herâand several things happened at once. Lucky deftly threw her right fist behind her, grabbing ahold of Orionâs wrist and then she lost contact with her reflection, her eyes moving to watch Orionâs reflected face and meeting his gaze. He was snarling, drunk on power as his eyes glowed with bright golden crescents. He looked terrifying. His power increased and the mirror all but sucked her inside of itself.
âBad luck, brother.â Luckyâs last words rang around the train car, her eyes flashing with silver crescents before suddenly losing contact with everything and being alone in a dark space. The room was huge with a heavy fog weaving around her legs like a cat. There was nothing here, nothing beyond a gaping, empty place and a heavy feeling of loneliness. The Mirrorverse reflected her deepest insecurities back at her tenfold.
But she got a small glimmer of hope when Orion yelled out in frustration from someplace she could no longer see. Her sudden spell and power usage before being locked away beyond the glass had cast bad luck on Orion and the second half of his spell was canceled with her own. No duplicate of herself existed in the world. No reflection of Lucky for Orion to mold as he wished while she was restrained here, all alone.
Luck had been her greatest gift and sometimes her greatest curse, but here locked within a mirror that reflected her soul, luck was no place to be found. So Lucky closed her eyes and sank to her knees, praying to any God or Goddess who could hear her for strength while leaning heavily into the hope that someone would come to her rescue.
Fetch leaped to the ground and stood beside Delsin with a snarl on her face, âTheyâre here.â
She kept her hazel eyes trained on the horizon and within seconds two figures appeared walking toward the warehouse with a confidence reserved for those who assumed they were in full control. Neither figure seemed to hesitate or falter in their steps despite the welcome party of five that awaited them.
Once they were several feet apart, the pair stopped. Orion was clearly sizing everyone up and he gave Makayla the middle finger with a smirk. Makayla spit at him and flared toxic gasses into her hands. Fetch held one arm out in front of Makayla who grumbled under her breath and adjusted her stance, keeping her powers to herself.
âWe meet again, Delsin Rowe,â Celia spoke, breaking the silence from behind her familiar rabbit mask. âIâm sure you know why we are here.â
âFor the girl, right?â Delsin responded, crossing his arms over his chest.
âFor her freedom. You have no idea what she can do, Delsin. Imagine a world where your emotions and actions are molded without your consent after hearing a single note. Imagine the chaos that could be caused in the wrong hands. Give her to us and no one will get hurt,â Celia spoke slowly, her words enunciated with care.
Makayla scoffed, âNot even the girl?â
Orion barked a laugh and Celia threw an origami dove at him. He fell silent again but Fetch noticed something seemed different in his eyes. Celia didnât answer the question.
Delsin shook his head once, âAbsolutely not, Celia. Your idea of freedom isnât as freeing as you think it is. Freedom requires rules and boundaries, not endless cycles of battle royales. I certainly donât trust you with âtrainingâ Caly or her abilities and you are not a queen among conduits.â
Fetch saw Orion raise an eyebrow at this and then turn his focus to Celia. The paper-user balled her hands into fists at her side and she narrowed her stance.
âYour name may be more well-known than mine, but I assure you that I am the only one qualified enough for the role of queen.â
âI beg to differ,â Orion interjected. Celia snapped her mask toward him and he didnât even flinch under her gaze. âIf anyone is queen material, it would be Fetch.â
Fetch opened her mouth and then closed it again, narrowing her eyes at this man standing across from her. He was about Delsinâs height but clearly younger than she was. He cocked an eyebrow at her as their eyes met and Fetch suddenly felt like she was being studied. She didnât appreciate his staring.
Benji, who had been quiet this whole time, cleared his throat and pulled Orionâs attention to him instead. âWhere is Lucky?â
He was right. The other girl was missing from the lineup and that seemed odd to Fetch given what Benji and Makayla had said about her and her closeness to her brother. Something was off here.
âHer luck ran out,â Orion stated flatly. He narrowed his gaze at Benji and this caused Benji to take a half step backward.
âIf we deny you access to the girl, what will your next move be, Celia?â Eugene asked very matter-of-factly.Â
Celia tilted her mask in thought and brought her hands behind her back. Fetch watched her movements like a hawk spying a mouse in a wheat field.
âYou already know, Eugene. Iâm not leaving without her,â Celia responded, âWhether you give her to me yourselves or whether I take her from you by force makes little difference to me.â
âTwo against five? Seems like weâll win regardless. You should just leave.â Makayla teased.
A noise pulled Fetchâs attention to glance behind her. Running across the grass quickly was Caly, reaching out toward something with a grin across her face. Rosaline was chasing after the girl looking incredibly fearful and Fetch knew she wasnât the only one who noticed her. Fetch cursed under her breath as a burst of paper flew by her face heading to intersect with Caly. She shot off neon missiles into the paper particles and true to form, did not miss her target. Celia reappeared and staggered a few steps, holding her side.Â
Celia yelled over her shoulder, âOrion! GO!â
All chaos broke loose.
Every plan the Heroes of Seattle had devised, every scenario, was scrapped for a new plan as they simply nodded to one another and immediately split up. Fetch dashed forward toward Celia, her neon a good match for the speed of paper before her. She knew Eugene was going to try to stay on Orion to slow him down or distract him long enough to learn more about him and his attacks. Delsin was moving with drained smoke, dashing toward Caly to get her to safety, as long as Fetch could hold Celiaâs attention. Benji and Makayla had each otherâs backs and would be fine as long as neither of them tried anything too risky. It was the most basic of plans but it was the only one suited for the mess that was slowly rippling toward disaster.
Fetch reached Celia quickly and tackled her to the ground, the two conduits grappling on the grass among singed blades and paper particles. Fetch pushed her thoughts toward Delsin hoping heâd reach Caly and get her to safety.
<CALY!> Rosaline reached out with her mind and her hand, being too far from the small girl to grab her in time. Caly paused in mid-run and turned around to look for Rosaline having heard the shout in her mind. She was a deer frozen before oncoming traffic.
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âWhat did you find, Caly?â Rosaline asked as she saw Caly squat before a messy corner of the training room. A bunch of props were haphazardly stored here, likely tossed from students using them during class. No one else was here now to straighten things out but something had caught Calyâs attention.
Rosaline didnât see anything right away and she slowly dropped onto one knee at the behest of Caly pointing excitedly into the pile and then pinching her index finger and thumb together and sliding her hands away from her nose along her cheeks. It was the sign for âcatâ. Rosaline squinted as she peered into the shadows of the props.
Lo and behold, a tiny kitten was staring back with large pupils and its ears swiveling cautiously. Rosaline tapped Caly on her shoulder and reached slowly toward the shadows, making a soft, soothing sound with her breath and rubbing the tips of her fingers across the floor in a quick flick of her wrist. Caly seemed to be watching both Rosaline and the kitten and then squealed happily once the kitten pounced at Rosalineâs hand.
Rosaline reached out her other hand slowly and gently petted the kitten. It was a small orange tabby and it stilled a moment beneath her touch before suddenly arching itâs back toward her hand for more. Rosaline reached for Calyâs hand and ran her small fingers across the kittenâs back. Caly immediately seemed to glow with joy as she pet the kitten again and again.
âThis is just a kitten, Caly. Iâm not sure how it got in here. I guess we can keep it occupied while we stay put,â Rosaline spoke quietly so as not to scare the kitten. It rubbed against Caly, walking around her and playing with a string that was dangling from her pants. Caly giggled loudly and the noise startled the kitten enough to have it temporarily skitter back into the pile of props.
Caly reached for it there and Rosaline stopped her before she was swiped at. Instead Rosaline taught Caly the faster movements along the floor and the kitten was quickly mesmerized and pounced at Calyâs hand playfully. Caly clapped for herself. Rosaline was able to get a better look at the kitten and determined it was a boy.
âLetâs call him Colby Jack since heâs the same color as the cheese, or CJ for short. His name starts with a âCâ like yours, Caly,â Rosaline signed the spelling of both names and emphasized the letter âCâ.Â
Caly nodded and signed, âCJ! C for cat. C for Caly. Calyâs cat, CJ!â
Rosaline laughed. Then a strange noise sounded from outside someplace and Rosaline felt tension rise in her body. She was running through the things she had been training with Garrett on to expand her abilities and was able to pick up on several strong emotions coming from outside. Now was the time to stay put and stay quiet.
So when CJ suddenly sprinted forward toward the door with Caly in tow, Rosaline felt a flare of her own fear and jolted after the young ones only to be too slow to catch up with them before they were both out the door and running though the grass.
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Delsin all but tackled Caly, sweeping her into his arms with a trail of smoke wisping behind him. Caly had CJ tucked against her chest and the kittenâs face looked just as confused as Calyâs from where Rosaline stood. She sent a quick check around the area and counted bodiesâa total of nine, ten with the kittenâand had only a moment to collect herself before Delsin was standing in front of her protectively, Caly sandwiched between the adults and standing at Rosalineâs feet.
âCan you protect her?â Delsin was already breathing heavily with his burst of power and Rosaline found herself wondering how long it had been since Delsin was forced to use his abilities in a life or death situation like this one.
She nodded, âYes, Iâll try.â
Delsin tossed her a glance over his shoulder, âDo it. No trying. We may not get a second chance.â Then he dashed forward, leaving a puff of smoke to dissipate where he had stood. Rosaline knelt and spun Caly around to look her in the eyes. Caly looked worried and scared, a lot like how she looked the very first time Rosaline saw Caly in the hospital only a week ago. It was a strange wave of deja vu and Rosaline tucked it away into the depths of her mind.
âCaly,â Rosaline kept her voice steady and stern, offering contact by way of running her hands up and down Calyâs arms. Caly was holding CJ tightly but the kitten seemed to understand he was a source of comfort and didnât struggle nor complain. âNo one is taking you away from me. No one is taking CJ either. Stay close to me and do what I say, especially if you are the only one who can hear my voice. Do you understand?â
Caly nodded and relaxed her grip on CJ who shimmied into a more comfortable position within her arms.
âGood. Thank you, Caly,â Rosaline stood and stepped in front of the girl to gauge the battlefield before her.
Eugene swept his arms open and five hologram angels appeared at his aid. They flew quickly toward Orion and the man squatted down before leaping backwards with a smirk. Where he had stood five reflections of himself now stood, each an exact replica of the mirror-user and doing identical movements as Orion dodged and attacked the angels easily. Reflections met holograms and the two clashed, the casualties of the battle quickly shimmering into thin air and counting down to reveal the real Orion among the clones.
Eugene was making mental notes as quickly as he was dispatching his holograms. Orion didnât seem very strong, though he was well-matched against this tiny army. He was smart, quick on his feet and he didnât seem to have anything to lose, so his fighting style was brash and focused. Eugene noted that even though Orion was fighting here, he kept glancing over at Celia and tracking where Delsin and Fetch where. This was unnerving to Eugene as he wasnât sure what Orion was thinking just yet.
A sharp pain snapped Eugene back to the battle at hand. Orion had shoved a mirror shard into Eugeneâs shoulder, his final hologram a burst of pixels as the final mirror clone glittered into dust beside him.
âFocus on me, Sims,â Orion growled into his ear before he shoved Eugene quickly away from him and pulled more mirror shards into the space around his right hand.
Eugene gasped and left the mirror where it dug into his shoulder, quickly summoning more angels with a wave of his hand. They doubled now, ten standing before his form. With a final push of breath from his lips, a shield formed before him, the blue color tinting his view of Orion as the mirror shards were flung forward and sunk into the holograms, destroying the decoys in flashes.
The shield was heavily reinforced and the second wave of mirror shards only succeeded in piercing the remaining holograms before bouncing off the shield and clattering on top of one another in the grass. Suddenly, the pain in Eugeneâs shoulder doubled and he realized Delsin was there beside him and had pulled the glass from his skin in one swift movement.
âThanks, Del,â Eugene huffed out between wincing from the pain before conjuring angels into the sky and giving them the signal to rain spears down upon Orion. This caused the mirror-user to have to retreat a bit, buying Delsin just enough time to ask a few questions.
âNo, Iâve got him for now. But heâs definitely waiting on something from Celia. See? He keeps looking over at her and Fetch,â Eugene summarized.
Delsin nodded and clapped Eugene on the back while utilizing the shield for himself as well. âGood work, Eugene. Rosaline has Caly in her protection and Iâm sure Fetch has Celia struggling. Benji and Makayla look like they are ready to jump in as soon as you give the signal.â
Eugene nodded, already straining a little with pushing his powers in so many directions at one time. Orion seemed to have regrouped as well and a new wave of mirror clones were pushing the holograms backwards. Delsin dipped around the shield and unleashed Smoke bombs lobbed at the mirror clones. They not only successfully wiped out all the clones but one also exploded right in Orionâs face, causing him to cover his face with his hands and double-over. With Orion distracted for a moment, Eugene signaled and Benji and Makayla nodded with the tag-in.
âThere!â Benji shouted.
âFinally! Letâs play!â Makayla chimed in and quickly adjusted her goggles into place over her eyes before running full speed toward Orion who seemed to be staggering in his steps after Delsinâs attack landed.
Makayla reached Orion quickly using her toxic gas as a way to flicker in and out and build momentum. She leaped toward him, toxic gasses spewing forward and hitting him in the face as he took a moment to look up. Orion must have heard her coming though, as he dodged to the left and forcefully exhaled, rendering her gasses useless for the moment.
But Makayla wasnât alone in her leap and attack. Two wolves of shadow latched onto Orionâs arms via his own shadow and the sound he made was one of guttural pain. Makayla winced on his behalf and glanced over her shoulder looking for Benji, but instead found Celia looking directly at her for a moment before Fetch punched that rabbit mask right off her face.
Makayla didnât have any time to laughâas funny as that was to witnessâbecause Orion was free of his shadow restraints and he tossed shards her way. Makayla heard her name being shouted and quickly dodged the shards thanks to Benjiâs call.
âIâll only ask this one more time,â Benji stood with shadow weaving around his legs like a fog of hungry wolves waiting for a signal to lunge. He was focused on Orion and giving Makayla time to move into position behind her former teammate. âWhere is Lucky?â
Orion now turned his focus on Benji with a snarl, âLeave my sister alone.â
âAfter what you did to her? No.â Benji retorted.
âWhat did you just say to me, shadow boy?â
âNo.â Benji repeated with more assurance than was written on his face. Makayla pulled more toxic gas into her palms and raised them to her face.
Orionâs hands became fists at his sides and he dashed forward directly at Benji. Benji quickly utilized his shadow dash to move further from Orion than was humanly possible. Unfortunately, this was also further from Makayla and she clenched her fists around her toxic power with a grumble to herself.
âAll that for nothing. I gotta get him closer.â Makayla shifted the gas into her own dash to catch up to the two men moving and flinging mirror and shadow at once another in unaimed bursts. She rolled her eyes behind her goggles at the mess they were making. But at least they were giving Delsin, Eugene and Fetch more time to figure out what moves to make next.
âGet off me!â Celia yelled up at Fetch as the neon user had her pinned to the grass. Her mask was gone, knocked off her face and a bruise on her cheek was already quickly fading with color.
Fetch scoffed, âSo you can run? No chance, Doves.â
She knew she could catch up with Celia but Fetch knew it was always a risk to even have the paper-user free to run and right now Celia would probably reach Caly before she could, despite Rosaline being in the way.
Celia scowled below Fetch and then started to laugh slowly, âI donât need to run to get what I want.â
Before Fetch could comprehend what Celia was saying, the girl simply exploded into shredded paper bits and Fetch was suddenly kneeling over the grass and a pile of white confetti. Hazel eyes went wide and she looked over her shoulder at Rosaline to warn her.
<I see her!> Rosalineâs voice flooded Fetchâs mind and she watched as Rosaline grabbed Caly in her arms and dodged right. A viper of paper seemed to rise from the grass and bite thin air where Rosaline and Caly had been seconds before. Then Celia reappeared on the rooftop of the warehouse and was quickly scared back to the grass as Fetch opened a barrage of neon missiles and lasers upon her.
Fetch wasnât sure how Rosaline saw Celia before she did but that question would have to wait. Celia was now flinging doves with sharp edges toward Fetch and a few of them bit into her skin as she was caught off guard. Papercuts lit her face and arms with blood trails as their only proof of hitting their mark.
Celia was fast with her attacks and relentless now, spurred on by being so close to her goal before she was thwarted. Fetch was having a hard time avoiding attacks and closing the gap enough to knock Celia down again. The struggle was real and for a moment it felt like she was going to lose this battle if she didnât make her move soon. Fetch summoned neon into her palms and released a status bubble toward Celia which thankfully caught the paper-user in midjump, slowing her descent long enough for Fetch to release missiles into the bubble. Celia flew backwards, bounced in the grass and stayed down.
Four-against-one was not fair in the least bit. But Orion was enjoying himself despite the tables not being in his favor. He bounced his attention between these goody-two-shoes conduits who thought they could stop him and he laughed under his breath. This wasnât even half his power. Let them continue to push him, heâd show them things they would wish they could forget.
As much as he hated Benji for seeming to win over his sistersâ heart, pushing the battle backwards was all part of his big plan. Orion shifted the conduits closer to Fetch and Celia. After a few more minutes of discarded mirror and avoiding shadow and toxic gas hallucinations, he reached close enough to shift his full attention to the women he was aiming for all along.
Then Celia was knocked out and looked to be staying down. Orion had his suspicions that Celia would be okay but of course this was the perfect opportunity to make his move.
âFetch⌠finally, a worthy opponent,â Orion was offering her his hand as though this were some strange ballroom dance. She scowled at him. âOh please. You know it. You know you are better than everyone here.â
âDefine âbetterâ because all Iâm hearing is that I can beat your ass and you want me to,â Fetch snided.
Orion chuckled, âHardly. Though Iâd let you test that if circumstances were⌠different.â
Fetch cocked an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms over her chest.
Orion smiled, âI meant what I said back there, about you being a queen among conduits. Think about it, Fetch. You could fold everyone in this fight, in your school, to your whims.â
âI donât see the need to do that.â
âNo? Not even with a powerful king by your side?â Orion stepped closer to Fetch. Benji and Makayla had flanked him and he knew this but his focus did not waiver. âWe could be so good together.â
Fetch tilted her head to the side and seemed to clamp her teeth together behind her lips, âAre you really asking me out right now? In the middle of this fight?â
âWould you be mine if I said yes?â
âIâm taken.â
Orion huffed and narrowed his eyes at Fetch. She stood her ground which was making it hard for him to be angry at her but he hated being told no. He tried one more time, pushing mirror into his palms which he now held behind his back.
âI donât care for Celiaâs idea of freedom. Itâs convoluted and tired. I want a new empire for conduits and I want you to be my Neon Queen.â
Fetch seemed distracted for a moment as she opened her mouth to speak and abruptly closed it again. Then after a moment of silence she moved her hands to her sides and neon flared brightly without hesitation, âFuck you.â
Orion had no time to bring his mirrors to his aid before he was shot backwards by neon, the heat burning into his stomach. Mirror shards scattered to the ground around his feet. Fetch moved toward him and Orion summoned a full mirror shield just in the nick of time as a neon blast headed for his core. Instead it reflected off the mirror and flew backward into Fetch herself. She was unprepared for this defense and was knocked to the ground by her own blast, Benji and Makayla rushing to her side.
Orion took this moment to turn his attention behind him and race toward Delsin. If he couldnât get Fetch by his side voluntarily, he would take out his competition.
Delsin saw Fetch flinch backwards as her neon collided with her and he quickly left Eugene in a series of smoke dashes across the field.
Before he could reach her, he collided with Orion who looked hellbent. Orion wrapped his hands around Delsinâs neck and through sheer conduit strength lifted Delsin off the ground by a few inches. Makayla screamed something to Delsin but he couldnât hear her over the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears. Orion worked quickly, summoning a full mirror behind Delsin and growling as Delsin clawed at Orionâs hands that were reducing his air flow. Delsin had no time to ask questions before he felt himself being slammed backwards, Orionâs eyes shining with brilliant gold crescents.
He hit the floor hard. It was cold, concrete beneath his body. The grass gone and the battlefield lost to some doorway he could not reach. The view through the door shifted to show only sky and Delsin knew he was trapped in some magic box lost among the blades of grass. He felt an overwhelming ache of being a disappointment, the fear of never being good enough for anyone creeping from his innermost thoughts and into the open space around him. He sunk into the depression, dropping to his knees in this mirrorverse trap.
Orion knew using his ultimate this early was not in his plans but he wanted Fetch and so he took out the Delsin she knew and summoned his karma opposite to do his bidding instead. The full mirror shrunk and was pushed backwards into the grass to hide it and give him more time to control this new version of Delsin standing at his side. He pointed to Fetch who was slowly standing while Celia seemed to be struggling to sit up a few feet away from her.
âDo your worst, Delsin,â Orion sneered and Delsin shook out his arms before smoke dashing with red embers in his wake toward Celia.
Celia wasnât sure what was happening but she seemed to have enough power to burst into paper scraps and reform on the rooftop again, out of Delsinâs reach for the moment. She turned her attention to Orion and gave him a hard stare, reforming her familiar rabbit mask in her hand.
âWhat are you doing, Orion Stella? You dare defy me?â
âYou said it yourself, Celia. Iâm stronger than anyone gives me credit for, yourself included. Iâd advise you to run away now or face your final fold.â
Celia surveyed the ground before putting her mask on, âYou will regret this decision.â
âDoubtful.â
Celia moved to dash and suddenly Eugene was on the roof sharing the space and giving Celia another blockade. Orion shifted his attention to see where Delsin was and saw the man sizing up Benji instead.
âRowe! Get Celia! Benji is mine.â
But it seemed this evil karma version of Delsin had now decided that he took orders from no one.
Makayla recognized the attack Orion was doing on Delsin and called out to him to free himself but it was too late. Delsin was banished to the mirrorverse and would be trapped there until someone could break the mirror or knock Orion out. Breaking the mirror was going to be easier but finding it among the scattered shards and the tall grass was going to make that more like a Whereâs Waldo search. Regardless, Makayla burst off toward where she thought the mirror may be to try and set the real Delsin free.
âForgive me, Lucky. Iâm not looking for bad luck right now,â Makayla spoke under her breath while stomping on mirror shards trying to find the piece that Delsin was trapped within. She didnât know how big or small it would be as she had never stuck around to see what the mirror looked like after Orion had used his ultimate successfully. She was suddenly glad for wearing platform boots at a time like this with glass crunching below her feet on purpose.
For some reason she glanced over her shoulder and saw Delsin seemingly narrow in on Benji. Makayla was too far away to shout a warning so she left her location and hoped sheâd find this spot easily enough in a minute. She pushed her toxic gas to her limit, building momentum that she did not stop as she collided with Benji, shoving him to the right as Delsin unleashed a red-tinted smoke bomb that she took the full impact of.
The smoke wasnât bad to breathe as she was used to her own power but the taste was awful and the blast knocked the wind out of her as she splayed out on the grass, dizzy and weak all at once.
She vaguely tracked Benji leaning over her and shaking her to wake her before she passed out.
Eugene raised a hologram cylinder around Celia on the rooftop. It trapped the paper-user in her tracks and she banged against the side of the blue pixelated walls in anger. They filtered in color but remained in place.
âRelax, Celia. I just want to talk,â Eugene said, one hand raised, palm facing Celia to maintain his creation around her. She shook her paper mask at him from within the cylinder. âPlease. All you have to do is call off Orion and promise to leave us alone and Iâll let you go.â
âYou donât understand,â Celia called out, âI lost control over Orion moments ago. I cannot stop him.â
Eugene blinked at her as though this were some sick joke, âAre you serious?â
âYes,â Celia nodded, âBut if you set me free Iâll help you contain him.â
Eugene studied Celia for a moment. It was hard to read her with her mask on and he hadnât really worked well with her in any capacity but he didnât have much of a choice right now. Fetch seemed too injured and low on neon to do much fighting, Makayla was out, Delsin was flipped to Orionâs side.
Eugene did what he thought was right.
He let the cylinder fall and Celia glanced over the edge of the rooftop in silence. Then she moved in a flutter of paper pieces to directly behind Eugene.
âAfter all these years and you still trust too easily, Eugene Sims,â Celia whispered into his ear from behind him before he felt a wet sensation crawl up his legs quickly. He glanced down and saw papermachĂŠ forming around his body and encasing him in a shell faster than he had time to react to.
The world fell into darkness as his paper coffin encased him completely there on the rooftop, the last thing he saw was Celia inspecting her work as she walked around him and then disappeared into paper pieces to leave the battle to Orion alone.
Everyone was much closer to them now and Rosaline did her best to protect Caly and keep the child from watching too much of the fighting happening around her. Because of her. Everyone just wanted this tiny spark of a girl all to themselves and it was disheartening to think about.
Rosaline had seen Orion using mirror though she didnât know what he was planning and she alerted Fetch to be careful. Fetch had done her best in that moment but now seemed very low in spirits and power. She could drain from the warehouse, of course, but sheâd have to retreat to do so and Fetch did not seem like someone who retreated that easily when she still had fight left in her.
Rosaline wanted to help in some way. She wanted to help turn the tides in their favor. But with Caly clinging to her legs she knew she couldnât just run onto the battlefield. Besides, what good would that do? She didnât have offensive attacks and she didnât even know how to throw an effective punch.
She ran through her small list of abilities that she had been practicing and expanding and found something that maybe could work, if she could target the right person. Seeing Benji looking distraught, Makayla out cold, Fetch low on power and Eugene lost above her someplace, she had two options to try: she could target Orion, or she could target Delsin.
She reached out to both, pulling their emotions into visible auras for her to sift through. An idea formed in her head based on what she knew about both parties. She pushed her way into Delsinâs head and increased the one thing she knew he wanted the most right nowâhis desire for more power.
Delsinâs head snapped up suddenly. He swung his focus from Benji, to the one oozing power right nowâOrion. The hyper focus was almost tangible. Rosaline magnified the drive for power with everything she had.
âWhat⌠What are you doing?â Orion accused Delsin as the man suddenly turned his focus and started stalking toward the mirror-user. Orion took steps backward to keep the distance from closing between himself and Delsin.
âRowe! Go after them, not me! Make them pay!â Orion pointed toward the group behind Delsin but the mimic with the crimson beanie paid no mind to Orionâs words as he picked up his pace toward his personal target.
Orion knew he was in trouble. He suddenly turned to run and Delsin gave chase. The two men moving at a breakneck pace as they moved over the grass, away from the warehouse. Orion was purposely zigzagging through the field and breaking every mirror he found trying to undo his own spell and set things right to save his own hide.
Suddenly, Lucky was in front of him and Orion stumbled in his footsteps upon seeing his banished sister. The vision of her faded away and Orion spun on his heels, the distraction allowing Delsin to catch up too quickly. Orion watched as Delsin leapt toward him, hand outreached for him, and Orion shielded his face with his arms knowing it was too late to run nowâŚ
Thank you for reading and enjoying InFAMOUS Sparks!
A huge thanks goes to my beta readers and friends who encouraged me to write this and get my characters into the world. They are truly my sparks of inspiration.
#infamous fic#infamous sparks#infamous second son#delsin rowe#eugene sims#fetch walker#infamous oc#benji duncan#caly#doctor rosaline hutch#makayla grayson#lucky stella#orion stella#celia penderghast#new power reveals#finally a wild fight scene#hello to a few ocs#colby jack#sparks is over and i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as enjoyed writing it#tag your thoughts
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All Media Reactions and Presidential Statements in Battle for Detroit - Detroit: Become Human
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â¨SING / KISS NORTH / SACRIFICE + Connor didn't convert the androidsâŠ
That is why I have called for the android destruction to be suspended until further notice. I have also ordered a Senate Select Committee to review the facts, establish contact with the deviants, and determine if they can be considered as a new form of intelligent life.
â¨DEMONSTRATION / Connor converted the androidsâŠ
At dawn today, November 11th 2038, thousands of androids invaded the city of Detroit. According to our sources, they originated from CyberLife warehouses believed to have been infiltrated by deviants. Given their overwhelming numbers and the risk of civilian casualties, I have ordered the army to retreat. The evacuation of the city is underway at this very moment. In the coming hours, I will address the Senate to determine our response to this unprecedented situation.Â
â¨SUPPORTIVE / SYMPATHETIC⊠I know that public opinion has been moved by the deviants' cause. Perhaps the time has come for us to consider the possibility that androids are a new form of intelligent life. One thing is certain: the events in Detroit have changed the world forever. May God bless you and may God bless the United States of America.
â¨INDIFFERENT / SKEPTICAL / HOSTILE / HATED⊠Although these machines claimed they only wanted freedom, today they showed their true colors. I know that public opinion is united in its desire to take Detroit back. We will fight them with all our strength, and we will not rest until we have destroyed them all. Humanity is about to face its most important battle, one that will lead to our victory or our extinction. May God bless you and may God bless the United States of America.
â¨Assault was successful + Connor didn't convert the androidsâŠ
At dawn today, November 11th 2038, android camp #5 in Detroit was attacked by thousands of deviants. Our armed forces put up a brave fight, but given the extreme violence of the attack, they were forced to retreat after suffering heavy losses. Fighting is breaking out all over the country to combat the android rebellion. In the coming hours I will address the Senate and convene an emergency meeting of the United Nations Security Council. Humanity is about to fight the most important battle in history. One that will lead to our victory, or to our extinction. God bless you and god bless the United States of America.
â¨REVOLUTION / Connor converted the androidsâŠ
Today, November 11th, 2038, several million androids invaded the city of Detroit. Faced with the threat of mass civilian casualties, I had no choice but to order our armed forces to retreat. The events in Detroit have changed our world forever. Humanity must face a new reality, the emergence of another intelligent life form, with whom we must share this planet. May God bless the United States of America.
â¨Demonstration failed / Revolution failed + Connor didn't convert the androidsâŠ
By creating machines more intelligent than ourselves, we took immense risks with the very future of our civilization. However the situation is now under control. The total destruction of all androids will soon be complete and the last remaining deviants will be hunted down and destroyed. God bless you and God bless the United States of America.
â¨Detonated the dirty bombâŠ
Today, deviant androids triggered a dirty bomb in Detroit. This bomb released fatal levels of radioactive toxic waste. To ensure the safety of the population, the military is evacuating all civilians within a 50 mile radius. The city may remain uninhabitable for decades.
â¨Connor converted the androids⊠Moreover, the deviants are thought to have taken control of a CyberLife plant and liberated over one million androids that were stored there.
This is the first time in our history that one of our cities has fallen into enemy hands... We are going to fight them with all our strength, and we wonât rest until we have taken back control of Detroit and destroyed the last of them. Humanity is about to face its most important battle: one that will lead to our victory, or our extinction. May God bless you all and may God bless the United States of America.
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â iâm on my way. â a scared and scarred mc desprately calling (as in, with a phone) their dad for help?
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"I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection." â Sigmund Freud
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"Dad."
Something's off.
"Dad, I need help."
Something's terribly off.
Zeke listens to the shaky inhale of his child through the phone speaker as he rushes to his car, ignoring the vet nurses calling after him.
"Why? What's wrong?" He asks, pushing open the glass door and nearly bumping into a woman and her dog as he does so. "Is everything okay? Are you hurt?"
"I need help." His child repeats, voice trembling and at the brink of breaking.
"Everything will be okay, alright, bud?" Zeke reassures as he quickly gets in his car and starts it. "Where are you right now? Can you see anything noteworthy?"
"I..." He painstakingly waits at the pause, quickly turning the phone to speaker mode and shoving it quickly into the cupholder.
"The old toy warehouse in the Stems sector." His child's voice comes back. Now why on Gaia are they there?
That can be asked later. Their safety is more important.
"Is anyone with you right now?" Zeke asks as he drives out of the parking lot, and onto the main road.
"N-no."
"Alright. Just sit tight, okay? I'm already on my way. I'll be here on the line."
"Y-yeah."
Your eyes are locked at the mess before you, a pile of ichor and rot and limbs in places where it shouldn't.
The thing is dead now, bludgeoned by an old wooden pole.
You want to look away, but like a fire burning a house, you can't. The morbid satisfaction and horror injects inself in your entirety.
"I'm sorry." You utter out in a shaky exhale.
"Sorry?" Your dad questions, a bit confused. "What for?"
"I..." You swallow the lump in your throat. "I just am, Dad."
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What? Rain writing for the first time in over a year??
Here's the first part of my fix-it fic for Virgil! I have more planned, but right now this felt like a good place to end. So, here's me getting too emotional over an obscure horror anthology character :'D
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"Frank and Jesse James never planned an ice cream warehouse robberyâŚ" Virgil muttered to himself as he waited outside for the next truck to load. He always hated waiting, especially when he knew he had something important to do that day. His brother Billy had plotted his revenge against the man who had reported him for robbery and sent him to prison two years ago, but Virgil just wasn't sure why he had to be a part of it⌠At least until he'd messed up a part of the plan in his recount the day before.
"We're brothers," Billy had been so quick to remind him after a swift, sharp smack to the face, "You and me are all each other got! Forget about your damn Jesse James comics, forget about the nothin' runnin' through your head all day, and think about me. Who's always lookin' out for you?"
"You are, Billy." Virgil had responded, looking down at his hands, "You're the best."
He always caved when Billy brought up their bond. Ever since they were kids, it had been the two of them. Billy was the one who got him his job at the warehouse, Billy was the one who went to jail trying to steal for the two of them to have a better life. His whole life was thanks to Billy. If his brother wanted him to do something, who was he to argue? If he got smacked around a little, called an ableist slur or two, that was just what he deserved for not being able to contribute like his brother could.
"Let's go over the plan one more time."
They had recounted again and again, and as Virgil stood outside, he mouthed his plan silently. First, he would tell Tom to go pick up a delivery from the distric supervisor. After he left he woudl wait for Cooter to take his break, then⌠ThenâŚ
"Excuse me�"
Virgil looked up quickly at the sudden voice, his bright blue eyes meeting briefly with another pair. He hadn't been expecting anybody- Well, that wasn't true. He was expecting the next truck, but he had been so long in his own thoughts of the robbery that he had entirely forgotten that fact. The eye contact didn't last long as both he and the other party looked away swiftly. "U-um, hi. Can I help you?"
The person before him wore a bright yellow dress, something that greatly contrasted the overcast day. It was almost too bright to look at, like they were the sun. When they spoke, it was with a woman's voice, but the facial hair they sported was saying otherwise.
"Actually I uh, have an order. I'm here to pick up for Rain Badd."
"Oh! Oh, yeah, Miss Badd! Or u-uh⌠MisterâŚ. UmâŚ"
"Mx, actually. I use they/them pronouns."
"R-right! Mx. Badd. We've got your order, just go ahead and sign-" As Virgil pulled out the clipboard, he couldn't help but notice the comic book that Rain carried under their arm. "Ain't that a Jesse James comic?"
"Hm? Oh! Yeah. I actually just picked it up, I'm a collector! Kinda silly, someone my age reading comics, butâŚ"
"I don't think that's silly at all, Mx. I'm a big Jesse James comics fan!" The smile Virgil felt on his face was the first genuine one he'd had in what felt like ages, and he didn't even realize it. "Would you mind if I looked at it?"
"Not at all, go ahead!" They untucked it from its safety and handed it over. Still brand-new in a sleeve to keep the dust off was a copy of Jesse James Great Train Robbery. "This is the last comic I needed to complete my collection! I mean, of Jesse James at least. I'm still starting out, but someday I'd love to have a full collection of all my favorites."
"That's incredible!" Virgil handled the comic with care as he turned it over in his hands, then looked up with wide eyes. "I guess if you collect 'em they just sorta sit there, huh? You don't read 'em or nothin'?"
"Y'know, you'd think so, wouldn't you? See, I've got this thing⌠I just can't keep things up! I love to read and reread them. That's what they were made for, after all."
"Wow," He breathed as he handed the comic back, "I never knew you could collect stuff and still use it! I wish I could read all the Jesse James comics- He's my hero!"
Before he had the chance to apologize fully, the heavy footsteps of Ms. Grafungar, his boss, approached. "Virgil!" She screeched, "You quit talkin' that lady's ear off and you get her truck loaded right now, or there'll be big trouble!" She hesitated just a moment, "And wipe that stupid smile off your face, this ain't a damn funfair."
"Your hero robs trains," Rain teased lightly, but smiled so genuinely at him that it was contagious, and he couldn't keep the smile off his face as well. "You mind if I go ahead and sign the slip now?"
"O-oh, yeah, right! Here you go." Virgil scratched the back of his head nervously, "I'm real sorry about that, I just get carried away--"
The smile disappeared right quick off of Virgil's face, and he nodded quickly. "Yes ma'am, but uh, Mx. Badd ain't no lady, Ms. Grafungar."
"You keep that smart shit to yourself, dammit! That's a woman if I ever saw one! Tryin' to tell me that's a manâŚ"
Virgil frowned, his brow furrowing. He didn't understand her reaction. "I didn't say thatâŚ"
"You gonna stand there like a brainless idiot or are you gonna load the truck?" She snapped, but when she turned back to Rain, her tone was as polite as ever. "I'm sorry ma'am. He's a little slow- He's usually workin' in the back freezer and not allowed to talk to the customers." At this, Virgil shrunk in posture and shuffled his feet. It seemed as if this were a common occurance by the way he took it in stride, quickly getting to work loading the truck to avoid getting reprimanded futher.
Rain looked up to the manager and tilted their head with eyes narrow. They didn't even bother to correct her on their title; They had something more worrying on their mind. "Why not? There's nothing wrong with him- He's been a delight to talk to!"
"What- Did he talk your ear off about those damn comic books?" She spotted the one in Rain's hand and quickly crossed the gap between them, snatching it in one swift motion. Rain, taken by surprise at the audacity of the woman, allowed it to happen⌠For the time being. It wasn't until Ms. Grafungar stomper her way over to Virgil with it and raised it as if to strike him that they snapped out of their shocked state.
"Now what the hell did I tell you about bringing these goddamn picture books to work with you?"
The cornered stock boy flinched at the raised hand, and it was obvious to any bystander that this wasn't the first time he'd been threatened with violence- And even worse, it wasn't an empty threat.
"Now you wait one minute!" Rain hurried over, placing themself between the two. If there was going to be an impact, they were dead set that it would fall on them and not the innocent Virgil. "For starters, that comic book belongs to me, thank you very much!" They plucked the book from the raised hand of the woman, "Second, who do you think you are, talking to him like that? Don't you realize you're talking to a human being?"
"We're the only vendor in town- You'll need to drive three towns over before you find another ice cream vendor of our size! You're just starting out in this business, you need us!"
The fire in the gaze of the supervisor wet out as quickly as it was lit, and Rain's chest ached to think of the hell her employees must go through on a day-to-day basis. "Oh my, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize that literature was yours!" She quickly straightened herself up, ignoring the comment about her cruelty to her employee. "I didn't damage anything, I hope. To make up for it, how about I add an extra box of ice cream for your truck? No charge!"
Rain shook their head, "That won't be necessary, thank you. After witnessing how you treat your own employess just because they're a little different from you, I won't be placing an order with you again."
"At the prices you're offering, I think you need my business more than I need you. What I do need, ma'am, is for you to take a good, hard look at how you treat your employees. You turn it around and maybe I'll reconsider."
Fuming, Ms. Grafungar turned on her heel. "Have a good day, Miss Badd."
Virgil nodded, but still had that kicked puppy look in his eyes. "I hate her. She's always mean to me, and insultin' me and my brotherâŚ" He remembered his brother, and their plan. He started going over it once again, but another thought crossed his mind, as if he had just put it together. "You stood up for me⌠Nobody ever did that beforeâŚ"
As soon as she turned her back, Virgil made a face at her, and Rain raised their middle finger in what was an accurate description of just where she could put her bad attitude and shitty business practices. After a moment, Rain approached Virgil.
"Are you okay?"
"Of course I did! You don't deserve to be talked to like that. You especially don't deserve to be hit." They knew it was stepping over some boundaries, but they felt a strange desire to protect Virgil, and they leaned in slightly, placing a hand on his arm, "She's done it before, hasn't she?"
Starting to get nervous, Virgil shook his head.
"N-No, she hasn'tâŚ."
"âŚBut someone else has." Rain finished for him, and he looked at the ground.
"Just my brother Billy, but he don't mean nothin' by it. He just gets angry sometimes, that's all. See, its true, like what Ms. Grafungar said. I'm a little slow. Sometimes I deserve it. "
Rain's heart nearly shattered on the spot at this, and they frowned deeply. "I don't know you, Virgil, but I know that you don't deserve that. Nobody deserves that. I'm sorry that you've had to live with that."
"You don't gotta be sorry or nothin'," Virgil said softly, the kindness in Rain's eyes making his stomach feel all fluttery. Nobody had ever looked at him like that before. He was experiencing a lot of firsts today! "I'm used to it. Besides, it don't do no good to stand up to Billy like you did Ms. Grafunger. She backs down, but Billy don't. It'd be big trouble if you ever talked to Billy like that."
"Big trouble, huh? For me, or for you?" When his expression fell and he began to shrink into himself again, Rain spoke softly. "Hey, I know that I don't live your life, and I'm just some stranger you met at work, but⌠I want you to know that there is more out there for you. You don't have to take the abuse. You're worth more. Don't forget it, okay?"
Falling silent, Virgil felt a few tears prick at his eyes, which he didn't dare let fall. Billy said tears were for wussies, and the DeLuca brothers weren't wussies. "⌠You're really nice, Rain. You said things to me that nobody else ever has⌠I sure won't forget you, or what you said."
"Good." They smiled, and the warmth that spread through the quiet stockboy was more than he ever imagined from something as simple as a grin. He was so distracted by this warmth that he harly even noticed Rain taking out a small notepad and scribbling something down. "If you ever need anything, and I mean anythingâŚ" They tore out and handed him the page, their phone number scrawled across it, "Give me a call. I may not be able to do much, but, well⌠Everyone needs a friend now and then. Maybe we can read comics together sometime."
"I'd like thatâŚ" Virgil smiled again, feeling the paper crinkle under his clumsy fingers. "I'll give you a call, promise, I will!"
With that, the vision of the sun climbed into their ice cream truck and drove off. Now, Virgil could focus on what he was supposed to- His brother's plan.
#Rain writes things#Virgil#Selfship#I don't expect anyone to read this ksjdfnks I just wanted to separate it before it got too too long#Not that this isn't already long ksdjfnsdk#self shipping
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"This better be good."
Prompt number: 20 Fanfiction Fandom: The Wayhaven chronicles (between book 2 and 3) Rating: PG Characters: Detective Kate Kingston, the Agency boys Warnings: non apply part one
The ground does not swallow me, which is a crime against me and my pink pyjama.
Instead I have to deal with Masonâs sneering and barely hidden chuckle and Nate, who is obviously trying to make me feel welcome by offering a blanket and a pat on the head. Though, even he canât hide how utterly horrendous my outfit is and takes a sharp intake of breath to not go into full laughter mode.Â
I give him points for trying.
âI donât want to talk about it.â With my hair in a bun that looks more like a breeding ground for birds, I totally hit the jackpot for being woken up in the middle of the night by four ridiculously handsome guys. Not that I should care about. Iâm a professional with a degree in science and Iâm damn good at my job! I also pay my bills and live on my own and Iâm allowed to wear whatever I deem worthy of covering my body during the night.
Why does Adamâs shocked expression still linger in my mind then? I fight against the memory of us barely holding hands and watching fireworks. My head propped against his impossibly hard shoulder and the tension between our bodies.
Ah fuck.
Now Iâm blushing to top it all. Better not try to remember what Iâm dreaming about most nights.Â
I settle into their stupid SUV, stupid blanket wrapped around my shoulders and wedged between men that are too big for these stupid seats.
"This better be good,â I murmur and I want to kiss Felix (in a platonic manner) as he hands me a coffee. He settles next to Adam, who is driving and his golden eyes are caught somewhere between pity and absolute joy. Iâm sure that heâll try to sneak a picture of me sooner or later. There have been some empty frames around the Agency lately.Â
Adam watches me through the rearview mirror. âWe have it on good authority that some trackers are closing in on our location. Youâre not safe in your flat.â
I puff up my cheeks, arms crossed in front of my chest. âGreat.â
Iâm acutely aware about the buttons stretching too tightly around my chest and stomach and pulling the blanket a little further.Â
We drive in blissful silence for a few minutes until Mason leans closer and dares to put a finger on the pink fabric. âSo, are we going to talk about this?â
âAbsolutely not.â
He lifts the corners of his mouth and doesnât let go of my pyjama and instead comes a little closer to inspect one of the chubby kittens. âItâs mesmerizing.â Nate, guardian angel of overworked and sleepy Detectives, interrupts his prodding. âMason. Kat had a stressful night. Let her be.â
âThanks.â
I feel Adamâs green eyes on me again and in the dim lights of the street lights they look less hard. âIt doesnât matter what the Detective is wearing. Her safety is more important.â âYeah sure, as if youâre not trying to see her withoutâŚâ Adamâs stares at Felix and for a moment I fear that his head might explode. Instead the younger vampire gets quiet, but seems satisfied with having proven a point that Iâm totally not overthinking. What have I done to deserve this? Mom has some more explaining to do once I see her again.
Between the horror of my outfit and me blushing, because of Adam, I need a few moments to understand that there are people out to kill me. Again. My precious blood seems to lure in the worst kind of predators and it isnât an option to just ignore the potency of it. I do feel a little better as weâre driving up to the hidden Agency and the warehouse where everything started half a year ago.Â
We get out of the car and I keep the blanket around my shoulders. Nate, Mason and Felix get in before I do and Iâm left alone with Adam. They are probably doing this on purpose to escape the sight of me.
Or to grant me and Adam some alone time. Not that anything will happen, because weâre both stubborn and I donât want to overstep.Â
Heâs towering over me, arms held behind his back. His eyes are somewhere above my shoulder as if he doesnât dare to look at me openly. âYour room should offer adequate accommodation.â âIâm sure it will be fine.â I sigh and ignore the knots forming in my stomach and the chilly night air that creeps through the pink fabric.Â
Adamâs gaze finally meets mine. âI admit some of the cats are kind of cute.â
He smiles, humor makes his face softer, and all I can think about is how much I want to kiss him.Â
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Blog 6: How safe are you at work?(Historical interpretation)
In this weekâs blog prompt, we were tasked with unpacking the quote:
âThere is no peculiar merit in ancient things, but there is merit in integrity, and integrity entails the keeping together of the parts of any whole, and if these parts are scattered throughout time, then the maintenance of integrity entails a knowledge, a memory, of ancient things. âŚ. To think, feel or act as though the past is done with, is equivalent to believing that a railway station through which our train has just passed, only existed for as long as our train was in it.â â Edward Hyams, Chapter 7, The Gifts of Interpretation
Collecting and fixing the broken historical artifact helps discover the knowledge that accompanies the artifact.
I believe that Edward wants to express that historical artifacts and evidence of the past by themselves have no value. However, by collecting these often degraded and broken parts, we can discover a story, lost knowledge, or memory of the past. He also uses a train simile to explain that one cannot ignore the past just because it has already happened. It usually teaches us a lesson that helped us improve to the present. Edwardâs use of simile, a figurative language, is like what Alan Leftridge talked about when discussing âInterpretive Titles and Leadsâ in the assigned reading, chapter 14 of the textbook. This helps the reader better visualize and relate the meaning behind Edwardâs statement as most people have ridden a train, allowing them to easily visualize and understand.
Relating this quote back to interpretating history, Edward mentions how learning about past helps discover lost knowledge or warnings. This was also mentioned in this weekâs second assigned reading, chapter 15 of the textbook, âAnother reason to interpret history is to remember. To remember not only the happy stories of our past, but also the tragic onesâ. The textbook goes on to mention historic conflicts and events, but I want to relate this to work safety and OSHA.
There is a common saying in the workforce especially centered around manual labour and heavy equipment: âAll safety regulations are written in bloodâ. This saying wants to drive home the message that all work safety regulations and rules that workers find annoying only exist due to a worker in the past getting seriously hurt by a workplace incident causing preventative measures to be made afterwards. While working daily, it is important to follow safety regulations and rules as YOU might be the next OSHA case that rules are written about to prevent serious injury.
By observing the preventative rules, watching recreated incident videos, and reading case files, a working can paint a picture and gain knowledge of the incident that happened in the past that they can prevent now. This is in my opinion exactly what Edward Hyams was talking about in his quote but in a different circumstance compared to my interpretation.
As someone who has worked in many different warehouses and distribution centers, I am fairly comfortable working around loud heavy machinery and forklifts moving around with their horns blaring. Safety is always important in warehouses as the employers do not want to get sued however, safety incidents still occur. One of the biggest safety rules is always wearing high-visibility clothing in the facility so people operating heavy machinery can notice the employee easily. However, all employees are given the same high-visibility clothing so after a period of time, employees unconsciously start tuning out the high-visibility clothing as they become used to them. This is why the saying âAll safety regulations are written in bloodâ resonates with me, as I believe high visibility acclimatization is going to lead to an incident that will create a new OSHA law sooner rather than later.
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