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The update is here! Chapters 1-3 revamp(ire).

Start from the beginning to find new choices, meet a few new characters, and explore new scenes.

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Home - Chapter Four

Revenge - (re·​venge: Noun.)

The action of hurting or harming someone in return for an injury or wrong suffered at their hands.

She'd been comfortable and safe for so long that she'd allowed herself how to forget how it felt to be afraid.

A sequel to The Way Home

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Hi friends!

Look at that, two chapters in two weeks after a month of nothing.

This chapter is causing me great anxiety and is one of the reasons I put off updating for so long. It's one of the most dramatic/intense things I've written since the early WTB days and I hope I've done it justice. So, please let me know what you think - yelling is appropriate and acceptable.

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She drops her phone. 

She’s barely outside the jailhouse as she tries to dig it out of her purse but in her desperation she drops it, growling in frustration as she watches it skip across the sidewalk. She chases it and picks it up, her hand shaking as she does so, her glee that her phone wasn’t shattered fleeting. She dials Aaron’s number, anxiety bubbling in her stomach as she listens to the phone ringing, her nausea threatening to overwhelm her. 

“Come on honey,” she says outloud to herself, her teeth pulling at the skin of her lower lip as she paces back and forth in front of the jailhouse, “Please pick up.”

It feels like an age before she hears his voice, and it’s enough to instantly calm her down, the fear Ian had purposely instilled in her fading. 

“Sweetheart?”

“Hi,”  she says, clearing her throat in a futile attempt to hide the shake in it, “Hi, I just got out.” 

There’s some movement on the other end of the line and she can picture him stepping away from Eleanor in case she wanted to talk about something neither of them wanted the little girl to overhear. Her innocence, the way she only saw light in the world, was precious to both of them. They knew it wouldn’t last forever, that they couldn’t protect her from everything her whole life, but they wanted to hold on to it for as long as they could. 

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” She laughs, shaking her head at herself as she sits down on a bench, blowing out a breath, “I don’t know,” she corrects herself, honest in a way she could only ever be with him, “That was…I don’t know.” 

She hated that Ian had been able to shake her even now, that he still had some power over her after so many years. She’d left quickly after his not-so-subtle implication that Foyet was after Aaron, walking out of the jail half convinced she’d call to find something had already happened, that her going to visit Ian had all been part of some plan she knew logically he was not capable of. But she knew Foyet was capable of it, she knew that from the news coverage of his crimes and from being married to the man who had prosecuted him, and maybe Ian’s time sharing a cell, and a common enemy, with him had changed him. 

Aaron had spent weeks looking at crime scene photos of Foyet’s victims, the worst he’d seen in his career so far, and familiarising himself with his MO in the lead-up to the trial. She knew it all too, a byproduct of wanting to support her husband in the way he’d always supported her during her harder cases when she was still a social worker. All of her fear since the prison break so far had been narrowed to the knowledge that Ian was free, nightmares and memories of a time she’d rather forget clouding her mind so it was all she could think about. Now she had seen Ian locked up, chained to the table she’d across him from, her mind had cleared enough for her to have the capacity for the other side of it. 

Foyet was out there somewhere, and he hated Aaron, his threats against him that had him removed from the courtroom in his own trial coming back to her all at once. 

“What did he say to you, Em?” He asks, his concern clear. She considers telling him. Considers sharing the load because she knows it will ease some of the pain in her chest, but she stops herself. Aaron was worried anyway, already having half convinced himself he’d put his family in danger by doing nothing other than his job. 

She couldn’t make it worse. She refused to do that to him. Ian had been messing with her, she was sure of it, and, as Aaron kept assuring her, every cop in the country had Foyet’s picture. He’d be caught sooner rather than later. 

“Nothing,” she says, “Nothing worth repeating right now anyway,” she blows out a steady breath, “Can I speak to Ellie?”

It’s an attempt to change the direction of the conversation and they both know it, but she knows he will have heard the catch in her throat as she said their daughter’s name. The fact that Ian knew about her, that he knew her name still made her blood run cold. She’d tell Aaron about that part later, well aware she wouldn’t be able to get any sleep until he knew, until he could reassure her that Ian couldn’t get anywhere near Eleanor. 

“Of course sweetheart,” he says, and she can picture the soft smile on his face, the very same one their daughter had, and she feels some more of the tension in her chest caused by seeing the ghost of her past, the monster in all of her closets. “Princess, do you want to speak to Mommy?”

Emily smiles as she hears her daughter yell on the other end of the phone, her excitement clear. She listens as Aaron tells her to be careful, not to run in the house, and she waits as the phone is passed to the little girl.  

“Hi, Mommy.” 

Emily closes her eyes and wipes the tear that falls down her cheek away, “Hi sweet girl,” she replies, “Are you having fun with Daddy?” 

“We’re having mac and cheese for dinner and Daddy said I can watch any movie I want,” Eleanor says, speaking so quickly her words trip over each other, “Are you coming home?”

“Not until after you go to bed,” she says, not missing the quiet, and disappointed whine from the little girl as she demands to know why she won’t be home, “I’m going to Aunt Haley’s, but I’ll be there in the morning when you wake up.” 

The gasp of excitement down the phone makes Emily smile, “Can I come with you?” 

“Sorry baby, you need to stay home with Daddy, ok? But you’re seeing Aunt Haley tomorrow remember? She’s taking you to the zoo,” there's a murmur of excitement again, “Now pass the phone back to Daddy and I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Ok Mommy, I love you,” 

“I love you too,” she replies, “So much.”

There’s a shuffle over the line again and she waits, smiling as she listens to Aaron tell Eleanor to go wait in the living room. “If you wanted to come straight home I’m sure Haley would understand.”

She chuckles and she knows he’s right. If she called Haley and said she wanted a night curled up with Aaron and Eleanor she’d understand, and for a moment she considers it. She thinks about going home and sitting between her husband and her daughter as they watched what she was sure would be The Lion King for the thousandth time, reminding herself what she had now. That she was no longer the terrified, 21-year-old who convinced herself she had to be alone for the benefit of herself and the people around her. She knows Haley needs her though, that her break up had affected her more than she’d admit, and Emily could put aside her own needs for one night. 

“I know she would, but I’m going to go,” she says, standing up from the bench she’d settled on and walking towards the car, “I’m going to listen as she talks about how much her ex sucks, and then she’ll talk about how much she wants you to get me pregnant again and she’ll send me home to have sex with you.”

Aaron laughs, bright and loud and beautiful and she can’t help but join in, “I wonder if it should be weirder that my ex-girlfriend and mother of my son is so invested in us having another kid.”

In another world, she’s sure it would be, but she and Aaron had now been together longer than he and Haley had been. Haley was a friend to both of them as well as Jack’s mom and Eleanor’s godmother. Their lives intertwined in a way Emily was certain would never be unpicked. 

“Probably,” she says, climbing into the car, “I’ll text you when I’m on my way home later.”

“Have fun, sweetheart.”  

She smiles, relaxing at the thought of an evening with her best friend. “I will.” 

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She goes to the store first. She picks up some snacks and the wine she knows Haley likes and gets distracted by all the baby items in the clothing section. She stands there, her fingers lingering on the soft material of the tiny onesies as she swallows down treacherous hope. There was a moment a couple of years ago when she insisted she couldn’t go through it again, the losses she’d experienced before she had Eleanor, and the stress she’d felt throughout her pregnancy, enough to scare her into convincing herself she didn’t want any more children. She’d packed up all of the newborn clothes and toys from when Eleanor was small and given them to Haley to donate to the hospital she worked at. Now they were trying again, the thought of having another child a happy one yet no less scary, she wishes she’d kept at least some of the tiny little clothes Eleanor had spent her first weeks and months of life wearing. 

As she gets back into her car she feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, a shiver going down her spine as she feels like she’s being watched. It reminds her of her college days, of how she saw Ian standing on every corner - even when he wasn’t actually there. She looks around and doesn’t see anyone, and she shakes her head at herself, shaking her head as she clips her seatbelt in place. 

“You’re losing it,” she mutters to herself before driving the short journey to Haley’s house. It was only two blocks from her own home, something that had been very convenient when Jack was small. Their split custody of the boy made easier by the short walk between both of his homes. It was one she did now frequently with Eleanor too, the little girl's hand in her own as she talked animatedly about whatever fun plans she had with her Aunt Haley that day. 

When she arrives Emily groans, wanting nothing more than a glass of wine and a moan with her best friend, although she knows Haley won’t allow her to have the former. She feels the day starting to catch up with her, the reality of sitting opposite the man who had tried to kill her weighing heavily on her shoulders. Something spending time with her best friend, followed by an evening with her husband, would no doubt ease.

She reaches into her pocket to pull out her keys, searching for the one for Haley’s front door on autopilot. She frowns as she steps onto the porch and spots that the front door is slightly ajar. She knocks a couple of times before pushing it further open so she can step inside.

“Haley?” She shouts into the quiet house, “Your front door is open,” she says as she closes it behind her, “You’re going to have to bribe me with baked goods not to tell Aaron, you know he’s a safety freak.” She steps further into the house, frowning again when she doesn’t get a response, “Haley?” 

She freezes, kept in place by the eerie quietness of Haley’s home. There was usually noise of some kind. Haley always played music or had the television on in the background, unable to stand the silence after living with her son for 18 years, even though Jack was away at college. 

It was too quiet. 

Emily feels dread start to spread through her veins, a sense of unease she can’t explain as she walks deeper into the house.

“Haley? I know you’re here, your car is in the driveway,” She hears a noise from the living room, a crash as something hits the ground and smashes into pieces. “Did you start on the wine early-”

She cuts herself off as she turns into the living room, her words fading as she sees the shattered vase she had bought Haley on the floor, the table it usually sat on askew, kicked out of place by the bare foot laying next to it.

The smell of iron hangs in the air, overpowering and bitter as it turns Emily’s stomach, forcing her to cover her mouth as she heaves, swallowing back bile as she’s frozen in place staring at her best friend laying on the floor. 

“Oh my god.” 

Haley is covered in blood, her torn shirt so stained with it that Emily couldn’t tell what colour it was supposed to be. She’s gasping, trying to draw in a breath that sounds painful and wet, her mouth open as she tries and fails to speak. It springs Emily into action. 

The blood on the hardwood floors, the same floors that convinced Haley to buy this house in the first place, is sticky against Emily’s jeans and hands as she hits the ground. It’s cold, just like Haley’s skin as Emily reaches out for her, drawing a groan from her friend as she cups her face. 

“You’re going to be ok,” Emily says, her voice firm, demanding, as if it was an instruction, not a wish, “You’re going to be fine,” she pulls her phone from her pocket, her hands shaking as she dials 911, “You’re taking Ellie to the zoo tomorrow, remember? She’s excited. You’re her favourite person.” 

She’s not even sure what she’s saying, the words escaping her without her meaning to. Knowing she’d say, that she’d do anything, to keep her friend conscious. Haley gasps as Emily presses her hands firmly onto her abdomen, cringing at the blood that is warm against her fingers. Tears spill onto her cheeks as Haley groans, the loudest sound she’d made so far. She feels Haley move, her hand, covered in blood, landing on top of hers, weakly squeezing as if trying to comfort her. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry - I don’t know what I’m doing,” she says desperately, shaking her head, waiting for 911 to connect, every second an eternity, “I only ever did infant first aid when I was having Ellie and they didn’t cover this, and our Greys Anatomy nights will only take me so far.”

The laugh that escapes her is weak, catching on a sob in her chest and it hurts. She feels Haley’s hand go slack and she turns to look at her, and her eyes lock with Haley’s empty, unseeing ones and she chokes on the sob lodged behind her sternum. 

“Haley.”

She hears a click in her ear.

“911, what’s your emergency?” 

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16. 11. 2023 Zase ty pláště

Opět jsem měl drobné lapálie s plášti, respektive se to týkalo zadního pláště a předního kola.

Vše začalo v neděli při návratu z projížďky. Když jsem vcházel do našeho vchodu tak jsem se zastavil mezi dveřmi tak nešťastně, že mé zadní kolo se dostalo pod ty dveře.

Nevím zda jsem s koloběžkou pohnul nebo to bylo přímo těmi dveřmi, které se sami zavírají, ale najednou jsem slyšel pšššššt, zvuk, který nerad slyším, protože znamená, že došlo k úniku vzduchu z jednoho kola.

Zadní kolo se dostalo pod ty dveře, které jsou kovové a mají dole ostré hrany. A to se neslučovalo s bočnicí pláště zadního kola. Prostě její pevnost není taková, aby v této situaci nepřišla k újmně.

Byl a v ní pěkná díra. Plášť byl na vyhození.

Možná by to šlo nějak zalátat, měl najeto něco přes tisícovku km, ale už bych mu nevěřil. Takže jsem se večer podíval, co je kde k mání. Nakonec jsem se v rozhodl zajet do teplického KOLOSHOPu a tam si koupil WTB Byway 47-622. Ten jsem už jednou měl na předním kole, kde to nebylo zrovna nejvhodnější, protože je po obvodu hladký a klouzal. To vpředu není žádoucí, nicméně na zadním kole to tak nevadí a využiju toho, že dobře jede.

V úterý jsem ho nasadil, samozřejmě jsem nejdříve musel ráfek dobře očistit od mlíka. Ale vypadá to, že se to povedlo, drží tlak.

To ale nemůžu tvrdit o předním kole. Tady jsem už poslední dobou musel už před každou vyjížďkou dofukovat. A teď po třech dnech bylo kolo úplně prázdné. A to jsem tam asi před měsícem doplňoval mlíko.

Takže jsem se rozhodl kolo prozkoumat a zjistit kde je problém. Trošku více jsem ho nafoukal a had se ozval. Bohužel syčení se ozýval zpod niplu.

To znamenalo, že nedrží páska a bude nutno tam dát novou. Strávil jsem večer na youtube, zjišťoval jsem, jak se to dělá. Videí je tam na toto téma spousty. Ve čtvrtek jsem měl dovolenou, takže jsem odstrojil plášť, sundal pásku a vše umyl. Ale bylo potřeba to i odmastit. Z videí jsem věděl, jak širokou pásku bych měl asi potřebovat. Nic jsem nenechal na náhodě i původní pásku jsem si změřil. Byla 20mm široká. Zašel  jsem do cykloservisu a raději koupil pásku o šíři 22mm.

V Baumaxu jsem koupil Isopropanol na odmaštění a očištění zaschlých zbytků mlíka. Raději jsem s tím ale šel na balkon.

Šlo to dobře, za chvilku bylo ráfek čistý

a já mohl se pokusit poprvé nalepit pásku. To se mi samozřejmě nepovedlo, pásku jsem strhnul a začal znovu. Ale až na potřetí jsem byl jakžtakž spokojený a zkusil nahodit plášť. Bohužel stále jsem slyšel syčení hada a kolo nedrželo.

Tak jsem to vzdal a potupně kolo odnesl do cykloservisu. Tam mi technik řekl, že ten ráfek je dost hluboký a ta páska je na něj dost úzká, že už to musí být hodně dobře nalepený, aby to drželo. Vzal pásku širokou 24mm a krásně ji nalepil. Pak jsme nahodili plášť, zatím bez mlíka. Vypadalo to dobře, ale zase bylo slyšet hada. Tentokrát byl problém jinde.

V plášti je dírka, o které jsem nevěděl. protože jí zalepilo mlíko. To tam teď ale nebylo. Já ho z pláště dokonale umyl.

Vzal jsem si tedy kolo domů, dal do něj mlíko a nafoukl ho. Pak jsem s ním pořádně chvíli kvrdlal. Snad se mlíko dostalo všude. I tou dírkou se trochu dostalo ven.

Nakonec jsem kolo postavil tou dírkou dolů. Uvidím, jak to bude vypadat zítra. Ale myslím si, že to bude OK. Doufám že tím mé drobné patálie protentokrát skončily.

TRHNI SI NOHOU! 

Update 20. 11. 2023

V sobotu proběhl první test. Před výjezdem jsem přední kolo dofoukl. Dnes jsem znovu vyje, využil jsem počasí. Nemusel jsem dofukovat, takže to teď drží.

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My update is that I’ve hit a brick wall with WTB and writing (and life) but me and the team (me and myself) are trying to find our way around or through it.

I’ll be playing around with some other genre stories in the background, reading some other IF’s and listening to some tunes all in a search for that inspo (will take any recs related to urban fantasy)

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What is TMNT: WtB?!

Since the TCRI explosion 15 years ago the world has forgotten it ever happened—thank you cover ups—and remained unaware of the change—mutants—it brought. A group of four turtles rose from the sewers below, with knowledge of the ninjutsu passed down through their families lineage. They became teenage vigilante ninjas of sorts. As the four wanted to do the world right, they unknowingly started to stir up bigger trouble:

A misguided mutant seeking revenge,

A group of humans who want what was originally theirs,

And a corrupted clan passionate about taking control and causing destruction.

The turtles now joined by allies and friends begin to face every turn with an absurd amount of confidence. Barreling through and hiding from the world all in the same breath. Danger looms around them, and they face it head on all while trying to live ‘normal’ teenage lives.

CW: Explosions, Death, Loss of a parent, Mutation & experiments, Mental Health, Fighting, Blood and injury, Gender dysphoria. <- Will update as this goes on, be mindful of tags.

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i'm waiting for the june update of WTB universe😭😭😭 i'm so sad those are the last two parts of it

I will forever be blown away by the love you guys have for this version of them ❤️

Today, the penultimate story in the WTB universe, will be posted next week. It’s two parts, and it covers two moments of their lives I haven’t gone into before.

Snippet for part 1 below the cut

“This is stupid.”

Aaron hides his smile in the top of her head, lost in the kiss he presses into her hairline.

“It’s tradition.” He replies carefully, not any happier about the idea of spending a night away from her than she was. Old anxieties left behind by Haley leaving him finding their place in his chest, sparkling like the ring she had placed on their old kitchen counter.

Emily pulls away from him enough to look at him, an incredulous look on her face as she presses a hand to his chest.

“We live together, Aaron. It’s insane.”

He kisses her, his lips pressing into a pout she’d deny if he mentioned it.

“You can have that conversation with your mother if you want.” He says after he pulls away, tucking some stray hair behind her ear. It was longer than she usually had it so it could be styled as she wanted it for the wedding.

Emily groans and slumps back onto his chest.

“Why do you have to be so fucking reasonable all the time?”

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