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regrettablewritings · 4 years

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I, u, y for bodhi rook please!

As the words process in my mind, a tear rolls upon my cheek . . .

Could it be? I dare wonder. An lo: It is.

He has returned, after so far away in time . . .

I = Impression (What was their first impression?):

Well, he certainly wasn’t what you had expected, that was for sure. Defecting from the Empire was no easy feat, even for somebody as unassuming as a delivery pilot. To the enemy, every literal body counted — even if only to assure complete dominance over the individual. So when you had learned that one of their own had not only detected, but potentially played key in helping to locate Galen Erso?

You couldn’t help it: Your imagination went wild. You imagined someone big and strong, teeth gritting from years of pent up anger towards the unjust causes of the tyranny spreading across the galaxy.

What you got was a scrawny, sheepish, possibly traumatized (thanks, Saw, you absolute nerf-herder) slip of a man who seemed to be afraid of taking up any space he happened to exist in. It was...disappointing to say the least. But you had to commend him regardless for defecting and even surviving Saw, and there was no gain in looking down on him.

And then came the Scarif mission.

Nobody had expected him to go -- well, nobody was excpected to go, given that the Alliance Council turned down Erso’s idea, but least of all you expected him to be willing to go and do it. You expected the blind guy to go sailing off to a certified death mission before you did this guy! And honestly, that had you worried for him. Unfulfilled expectations or not, he wasn’t someone who had incurred your ire or even your indifference; you may not have gotten the chance to actually know him beyond a few words exchanged during the very brief time he’d been on base (“Welcome to the right side.” “Uh, y-yes . . . Thank you . . .”), but he certainly didn’t strike you as someone who needed to go on this type of outing. Enough people died unnecessarily in this damned war . . .

To learn, eventually, that he wasn’t one of them was therefore all the more shocking to you.

While the mission to steal the Death Star blueprints had been successful, it clearly didn’t come easy. Everyone who had survived had been wounded to some degree, with Captain Andor appearing to receive the worst of it as he was carted off to the infirmary. Bodhi, to your relief, wasn’t especially harmed. Roughed up, certainly, and clearly shaken from the experience, but that didn’t change what you now knew for certain: Bodhi Rook, this timid bean pole of a defector, was one of the bravest men you had the pleasure of knowing existed.

Even though he apparently was intimidated by you when you two first met. Granted, everyone intimidated him: He had just went AWOL with the government he’d been employed by, he was “taken in” by people whom he’d been taught by propaganda to fear and be distrustful in, he was still trying to regain his frazzled sanity after being interrogated by that . . . that thing, and he’d just witnessed his home get bombed. Needless to say, the anxious-by-nature man was simply not in an especially welcoming mood.

Still, he tried to be civilized (maybe because he feared getting beat up if he didn’t). He wasn’t sure what to say in response to your, er, “greeting” when you hustled up war-battered clothes besides an awkward thank you. He really wasn’t sure what to make of you that would separate you from his overall feelings towards nearly everyone in this whole operation: You were strong, you had been through enough and were surely hardened by it, and you could probably snap his spine over your knew if you particularly cared to.

Of course, he’d spent next to no time with you when he thought these things of everyone involved in the Rebellion. He had no time to: He had to fly around the Maker’s galaxy and back! It actually wasn’t until after the Scarif mission that he was given ample time to readily wipe his impressions and assumptions clean. He felt he needed to, given what dedication he’d seen on those beaches.

Besides, you approaching him afterward certainly helped. You picked up that he wasn’t fond of crowds during evening mess when he quietly slinked away from the group gathering to hear retellings of the infiltration on Scarif. You figured perhaps a one-on-one situation might’ve sufficed. Better yet, inquiring about his current state might’ve been preferable to reliving the experience.

He appreciated the gesture on your part. Maybe . . . you weren’t nearly as ice-cold as he’d thought you were. At the very least, definitely not as bad as Cassian.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?):

Bodhi is a naturally anxious person, and the hardships and experiences he’s encountered haven’t exactly made that any better. Sure, he’s a lot braver now and more willing to act, but he’s still nowhere near as gung-ho or fiery as his companions.

He’s had some methods in the past that clearly didn’t work out in his favor (fun fact: he’s got a record for gambling), but one of the best tried and trues is simply going somewhere quiet. His thoughts are in a constant buzz, he benefits from a lack of outside stimuli when he feels overwhelmed. The problem is . . . quiet is so very hard to find when you’re in the middle of a war. As an Imperial cargo pilot, you could just plain forget about the idea of having time to yourself: You belong to the Empire, your time is the Empire’s time and you are in no position to use it up.

Being a part of the Rebellion is better by legions, but the base on Yavin IV leaves much to be desired in terms of privacy and quiet. Luckily, the planet is lush and forested: If Bodhi is on base and feels the need to sit in the quiet and gather his thoughts and calm down, he need only walk in any given direction, find a tree to sit under, and just stay there for a while. The places he chooses are far enough to where he can relax and not have his thoughts and heartbeat disturbed by the banging of machinery or the hollers of drill sergeants, but never so far as to be unable to get help should he need it.

It wasn’t long before he began to incorporate you into these relaxation methods, however. As it turns out, as much as he may enjoy being able to sit by himself in the brush, he very much likes being able to sit with you anywhere. You’re almost like a walking calming center for him, especially when you touch him: Hold his hand, rub his back, let him lay his head on your lap so you can play with his hair . . . It’s like a missing link he never knew he’d been missing to begin with! They’re seemingly small things, but they make a big difference. You can always feel him losing his tension beneath your touch, often announced by quiet sighs or tiny shudders. It’s truly the cutest thing and you’re so glad to be the cause of it and help him calm down. Just not nearly as glad as he is to have you there to calm him.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?):

The thought of marriage has switched on and off throughout Bodhi’s life; really, it depends on the exact moment. As a child, he certainly thought about it more, if only because children are want to do such things. But as an adult, it begins to falter. By the time the events of the story show up, he can go long stretches without even once thinking about his stance on whether or not he should get married. Because really, it’s more based on the exact moment: If he’s in a surprisingly good way or even in a moment where he must think about how short life can be, the certainly he gives it some thought.

But in his usual misery and anxiety while serving the Empire, such silly concerns are the furthest thing from his mind; they’re so far on the back burner that they may as well have fallen behind the stove, forgotten, dusty, and moldy!

Even when he meets you, the thought surprisingly doesn’t come up for a while. It’s not that you don’t make him happy or inspire any intention of long-term romance -- far from it, actually! You make him feel the happiest and most comfortable than he’s felt in literal years! In fact, that’s honestly probably why the subject of marriage doesn’t pop up to him so immediately: His life as of late has become a bit of a balancing act, what with him now being a part of a rebellion he hadn’t planned on joining and, consequentially, trying not to get him or his new comrades killed. Normally, this sort of thing would’ve sent him into a panic-induced coma. But with you present in his life, giving him a sense of calm and someone to fight hard enough to come back to, you actually make him start to enjoy the present. (Well, the calmer ones, at least.)

He’s not as caught up about the past or afraid of the future as he used to be; he’s actually enjoying the moment with you as is. Sure, every now and again, if he does (or doesn’t) mean to think about it, his mind does slip and he finds himself thinking, “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind being with them after all this . . .” He even dares to dream about the two of you sharing a life together on a nice, simple planet with lots of trees and greenery. Maybe somewhere quiet. A farm might be nice: He can so some gardening there and you two can build a house together, all big and roomy like you’d always wanted instead of cramped and stuffy like the living quarters you always complained about . . .

But then his attention would be dragged elsewhere (to a meeting, to training, to you calling him to join you for dinner). He doesn’t mind. He’s not brushing aside the possibilities of proposing to you and marrying you, but the dreams can wait: All in all, you’re here right now and he’s perfectly content being there with you. For now.

Thank you for asking and for being patient!

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whickedlydeviant · 5 years

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I Hate Everything About You: Chapter 4 w/ @DarkLoverLost

Wrath:

I’m not quite sure how long it had been since everything went dark in the alley, but none of this had turned out like I had planned. I was supposed to be spending the rest of eternity with my Queen, not shunned at the doors of The Fade, only to end up here, in what was obviously the med suite with a bullet lodged in my heart and another that had been through-and-through in my gut. Well, I was guessing by now that bullet lodged in my heart had been removed. Or, at least I hoped it had. I’d obviously had surgery due to that hideous incision going all the way down my chest. Thank fuck we don’t scar.

My attempt to move triggered all sorts of alarms that only made my head pound worse, so I fell back on the gurney and closed my eyes. In an instant, Manny and Ehlena were both at my side, waiting to hear how I was feeling, where I was hurting, and most importantly how they could help. “You could leave me the fuck alone, is how you can help!” I knew it was harsh, but I had just been put through the ringer. Do you have any idea what it’s like to finally find yourself at the doors of The Fade, only to be turned away by the one person you love most in the entire world? Yeah, I didn’t want any kind of help. I just wanted to go back, back to The Fade and have it turn out all differently.

Manny and Ehlena were insisting on answers, but I didn’t care. I just kept my eyes closed and tried to wish it all away. Eventually, they gave up, telling each other I needed some more rest. Things would be different in a few hours. Best of fucking luck to you on that!

Whicked:

*I blinked once, twice, three times trying to clear my vision. My head was pounding but I didn’t have the heaviness I felt before I passed out. Shit! I passed out due to blood loss from giving the King a major transfusion. I sat up quickly, looking around an unfamiliar bedroom. My eyes darted around until they settled on a red headed Male sat in the corner. He settled a book on his lap, a smile curving up the corners of his mouth. “Hey Whicked, how you feeling?” I tugged the duvet up higher realising I was still in my soiled bra and leather trousers “Uhhhhh who are you and where am I?” He reached up and ran his hand through his hair and then leaned back and stretched out until he cracked a few tight muscles. “Well...my name is Blaylock, you can call me Blay and you are safe, you are at our compound. I brought you up here to rest, you collapsed after you fed the Wrath. I thought I would hang around till you woke up, see if I could maybe offer you my vein, you know... to say thank you for saving the King.

I eyed the Male wearily, he seemed nice enough I guess and if I was still in the Brotherhood’s compound I was surely safe. He seemed to anticipate my wariness and his smile turned into a soft chuckle. “Don’t worry, you are safe here. No-one will come through these doors if you don’t want them to, I will make sure of that, if that is what you want of course. That includes me, if you don’t want me in here, I will totally respect your choice and I can take this chair out into the hall with me. Your call.”

Wrath:

Eventually, thinking that I needed some sleep, Ehlena and Manny left the room. Of course, they left the door half-open and I knew they weren’t far, but I could finally relax a little. I didn’t have to pretend to be sleeping anymore. I opened my eyes and ran through all the recent events.

The trip to The Fade almost seemed like a dream. At that point, I might have actually believed it had been… if it hadn’t been for the fact that I had /felt/ Beth’s breath on my face as she leaned in to kiss me, the touch of her soft lips brushing against mine, and the way my heart broke when she turned me away. The intensity of it all had been way too vivid to have been a dream. I would have rather it had been a dream, because that would mean that Beth was still up there, waiting to welcome me unto The Fade with open arms. But, I knew she wasn’t. I knew if I did something like this again, it would end up with the same outcome. Beth standing guard over the doors to The Fade, keeping me out for some unknown reason. How could she do this to me? If the roles were reversed, I never would have been able to turn her away! No. Fucking. Way! Not in a million years could I deny that female anything! How could she possibly have denied me?

My thoughts began to drift and I realized that before they had left, someone had added a slight bit of sedative to my IV. Well, fuck! That’ll teach me to pretend to be asleep.

Whicked:

*I eyed the redhead slightly less warily than before, he seemed pretty chill. I shrugged my shoulders lightly. “Sure...stay if you want but could I maybe get a clean tee or something? Not sure if is such a good idea to walk around here in just my bra and leathers, right?” *He was up and out of the seat before I finished talking, he pulled open the door to a wardrobe and grabbed a plain black fleece from a shelf and gently tossed it my way. I caught it mid air and smiled as he turned his back to me so I could slip it on. “You know, we do have a shower here, you could get yourself cleaned up if you want before Fritz takes you home?” I pulled my flame coloured locks out from the fleece* Fritz? Sorry who is Fritz? *He turned back to face me* He is the main man around here, he makes sure that everyone is taken care of properly. He will take you home, whenever you are good to go but like I said, you can take a shower or I can get you some food from the kitchen, whatever you want?

I pushed back the sheets and clambered out of the bed. “Truthfully I just want to get out of here and get back home, I probably shouldn’t be here. You guys don’t usually put up strangers here, right? So I don’t wanna compromise you or anything.” He nodded slowly, his fingers playing with the bottom of his cashmere sweater anxiously as if he was jonesing for something. My guess would be that he was either coming off of smokes or drugs. He seemed pretty squeaky clean so my guess was that it was cigarettes. I made for the door but paused and reached out to steady myself against the wall to wait out a bout of dizziness. I needed to take a vein, maybe I could make till I get home and call Ahxton, the Male I usually fed from.

Wrath:

Trying hard to fight the drugs that were running through my veins, I faded in and out, all the while trying to remember every small detail about my time with Beth. There was the unbelievable sensation of having her in my arms, again, as well as the fury that unfolded as she fought with me to leave. But, there was something else that tickled just beyond the details of my memory. It was something that I didn’t understand, and made me a little uneasy… what the fuck was it? As the memories floated through my head, I tried to remember it all, but the drugs were making it all so difficult. However, that one thing seemed so important. Something about there being so much ahead of me… What the fuck was it that she said?

I took a deep breath and allowed the drugs to take over. Hopefully, once I have my wits about me again, things will be more clear. One could only hope, because this mish-mash of memories tangling together was beginning to piss me off. I wanted to remember it all, every single second of my time with my Queen. Apparently, it would be the last time I saw her for a long, long time and I wanted to savor every moment.

Whicked:

*Black dots appeared in my vision as I used the wall to support my weight. Well maybe I couldn’t wait till I got home to feed. Blaylock came over behind me but kept his hands off my svelte frame, but I knew if it seemed like I was gonna faceplant the floor, he would catch me first. I pushed off the wall gently and half walked, half stumbled back over to the bed. Blaylock sat down on the bed, but kept a generous distance as if maintaining a modicum of decency. Something I definitely wasn’t used to with the Males I have fed from before, including Ahxton, although he was one of the nicer I had been with.

As I sat next to the Male, he rolled up his sweater sleeve and slowly put his forearm out to me. I sat and stared at his proffered arm for a moment as if convincing myself that I needed to do this, in truth I didn’t like this feeling of being out of control, I never let myself get to this eat a horse kinda hungry before and I 100% didn’t want to get like this again. The lightheadedness made me feel like a space cadet. I leaned over and gently wrapped my hand around his wrist, pulling him toward me. I eyed his veins keenly before I angled my head closer. As my fangs elongated, I licked my lips, the hunger taking over me. I stuck at his wrist like a cobra, unable to be gentle about my bite. He stiffened for a second or two before relaxing as I began taking long pulls of his blood.

Wrath:

Once I woke up, my head felt like complete shit. The pounding headache, along with the muffled recollection of all that had happened made me want to vomit. That’s not even to mention the sounds of all the hospital equipment beeping and making noises. “Shut this shit up!” I screamed as I swung my arms out wide, hoping to push some of it away. I wasn’t super thrilled to have anyone in the room, poking and prodding at me, or inquisitioning me, but my head felt like it was about to explode and if someone didn’t shut this crap up soon, I was going to stumble out of bed and destroy it all.

It took all of about 5 seconds for Manny and Ehlena to be at my bedside, Tohr quick on their heels. Manny and Ehlena were firing off questions about my health and how I was feeling, while Tohr was giving me the third degree. What the hell did I think I was doing? Did I not take into consideration how this would affect the race, the Brotherhood, LW? I just about leapt off the gurney at him for that one. He didn’t seem to care, though. He kept right on going. It was obvious that he was beyond pissed. Well so the fuck was I! I had been through literal hell and back in the past day or so (I was guessing on the time) and wanted no part of this berating horseshit he was throwing at me.

“I don’t need to put up with this bullshit from you, Tohr. Just get the fuck out!” I snarled, trying to muster up as much aggression as I could in the situation I was in.

Slender fingers wrapped around Tohr’s arm, “Tohr, please. He needs to rest.” Ehlena pleaded, but aside from flinging his arm out of her grasp, he ignored her.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what you think you need, Wrath! You went out there with a death wish! Don’t fool yourself for a second into thinking that there is one person in this mansion that doesn’t realize that!” Turning to Manny, he shot out. “Get me a goddamn wheelchair.” Shouting out the door, “Butch, get your ass in here. I’m going to need your help.”

Whicked:

*His blood felt amazing as it slid down my throat, I could feel his power running into my veins, returning some of my strength to me. I didn’t take much, only enough to make me strong enough to get home and set up something with Ahxton. Truth be told feeding from this Male felt all wrong, and I wasn’t sure that feeding from Ahx would be any different. There was only one Male I wanted to feed from. What?! What the fuck was I thinking? The King was off limits to a civilian like me, shit to any Female. He was grieving over his Shellan and from what I heard, it was hard for a bonded Male to ever get over the loss of his Mate. I am sure it would be worse if that Shellan had bore a young, like the Queen had for Wrath. The Male had lost the centre of his universe and here was I wondering how his blood would taste. What the fuck was wrong with me, mooning over an unavailable Male such as Wrath.

He watched me intently for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah sure, of course. I will do that right now for you. *He nodded to the door at the back of the room* The bathroom is right in there if you want to freshen up for the trip, you know clean up or something”? I got up as if on autopilot and headed to the closed door, behind me I heard the handset of the phone next to the bed being picked up and the push of a button. As I pushed open the door and flicked the lightswitch, I could hear Blaylock talking over the phone to someone, Fritz I assumed. I closed the door and stood against it. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths before taking a few short steps to the mirror and glancing into it, checking out my reflection. My skin was white as a snowdrop against the fire engine red of my hair. There were streaks of blood across my face, the King’s blood. A few scratches from digging through the rubble I guess. Dirt and blood matted my hair, well at least the fleece I had put on was clean. I would hate to see how bad I looked underneath it.

A soft knock at the door startled me and I heard Blaylock’s voice through the door. “Whicked, we are ready to go whenever you are”. I took a deep cleansing breath and about turned and pulled open the door. “OK, then let’s go, I am ready now.”

Wrath:

Manny gave Tohr a hard look, but exited the room, anyway. No sooner was he gone and Butch was there.

“Oh, good.” Ehlena remarked, “Talk some sense into Tohr, please? Wrath needs to rest.”

“Wrath can rest when he’s actually dead and gone, for good. Right now, he needs to get his ass down the hallway and properly thank this female for the offering of her vien. If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t be here right now, and as much as he wishes that statement were true, she needs to be thanked. Now, work it out so that all this shit he’s attached to can move with him. They’ve already called for Fritz to take her home.”

Was he fucking serious?! He was going to get me out of this gurney, feeling and looking like I was, and force me down the corridor to thank some female for doing something I never asked her to do, and if I could’ve, I wouldn’t have asked it of her? “Fuck you, Tohr! You are not getting me out of this goddamn bed!”

“Maybe not alone. But, that’s why I’m here.” Came the thick Boston accent. “Between the two of us and the drugs in your system, we’ll get you in that wheelchair and down the hall. She needs to be thanked, man, and not by the rest of us. It needs to come from you. Respect.”

Within seconds Manny walked in, wheelchair in tow. He still had a sour look on his face and it was directed at Tohr and Butch. “He shouldn’t be doing this, right now. He needs his rest. He’s still recovering. For crying out loud, he was shot twice, once in the heart. Give him a beat.”

His pleading was all for naught, though. These two shitheads weren’t listening to reason. They were just pissed off at me, so this was retaliation.

Whicked:

*I brushed a lock of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. I stepped out of the bathroom and followed the Male out of the room. Once out in the hallway, there seemed to be a lot of commotion, people everywhere. The blonde warrior and his Shellan. A tall brunette Female standing close by them, she eyed me and smiled. Another brunette stood with the King’s son and a teenage girl roughly about the same age as the young prince. I felt eyes on me from everywhere. As we got to the staircase, I caught sight of an aged doggen waiting patiently at the foot of the stairs, ah this must be Fritz. The peanut gallery were all standing at the edge of the balustrade, peering down at us. Seemed to be everyone but Vishous and the King, well everyone I had seen before at least.

“Mistress, if you would like to follow me, I shall take you to your home before the sun comes up”. I glanced over at Blaylock and offered him a small smile. “Thank you Blaylock, for the offer of your vein and for taking care of me….I appreciate it.” I gave him a small nod and he smiled back. “No problem Whicked, the least I could do for the Female who saved the King.”

I took one last look around the foyer, part of me wishing that Wrath had been here, I would have liked to see him before I left, but I am sure he was still flat out on his back recovering from this wounds.

I followed the doggen out of the Mansion and into the darkness beyond. Fritz held open the passenger side rear door, and I slid in without a backward glance. I needed to get home and try and put this whole mess behind me.

Wrath:

I, in no way, helped the two asshats get me into that wheelchair. But, they were right. Between the drugs and the two of them, I was by far outmanned. So, after attempting to fight them off, and ten minutes later, I was firmly planted in the wheelchair Manny had drug in.

Before they wheeled me off, Manny and Ehlena insisted on making sure that all cables were connected properly and weren’t going to get ripped off by the trip. They also wanted to check my stats one more time, after all the manhandling was done. Blood pressure and heart rate a little elevated, but within acceptable ranges. Finally, reluctantly, they gave their okay.

As we wheeled out of the room, I half expected there to be a hallway full of faces, waiting on news of my wellbeing. I should have known better. As Tohr had said, they all knew what I had done and not one of them had really been interested in seeing me. Not even LW was down there, which was probably for the best. He didn’t need to see me as I was. At this point, I wasn’t sure how I would face him again. I hadn’t planned for that. How was I going to look him in the eyes after what I had done? Fuck! Why did she have to turn me away? Then I heard her voice, clear as day, ‘You have so much ahead of you. Welcome it. Welcome her…’

“Stop!” I growled. It was the memory that had been just beyond reach all day. ‘Welcome it. Welcome her…’ Fuck no! There was no way in hell she sent me back to love another… to love her. I reached out and grabbed at the next doorknob I saw. “I said, fucking stop!” Everything in my gut told me who the her was and I was not having it.

#IHateEverythingAboutYou #Chapter4 #EBRPG #BDB

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darkloverlost · 5 years

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I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU: CHAPTER 4 w/@DelicateDeviant

The Zombie King: I’m not quite sure how long it had been since everything went dark in the alley, but none of this had turned out like I had planned. I was supposed to be spending the rest of eternity with my Queen, not shunned at the doors of The Fade, only to end up here, in what was obviously the med suite with a bullet lodged in my heart and another that had been through-and-through in my gut. Well, I was guessing by now that bullet lodged in my heart had been removed. Or, at least I hoped it had. I’d obviously had surgery due to that hideous incision going all the way down my chest. Thank fuck we don’t scar.

Whicked:

Wrath:

My thoughts began to drift and I realized that before they had left, someone had added a slight bit of sedative to my IV. Well, fuck! That’ll teach me to pretend to be asleep.

Whicked:

Wrath: Trying hard to fight the drugs that were running through my veins, I faded in and out, all the while trying to remember every small detail about my time with Beth. There was the unbelievable sensation of having her in my arms, again, as well as the fury that unfolded as she fought with me to leave. But, there was something else that tickled just beyond the details of my memory. It was something that I didn’t understand, and made me a little uneasy… what the fuck was it? As the memories floated through my head, I tried to remember it all, but the drugs were making it all so difficult. However, that one thing seemed so important. Something about there being so much ahead of me… What the fuck was it that she said?

Whicked:

Wrath: Once I woke up, my head felt like complete shit. The pounding headache, along with the muffled recollection of all that had happened made me want to vomit. That’s not even to mention the sounds of all the hospital equipment beeping and making noises. “Shut this shit up!” I screamed as I swung my arms out wide, hoping to push some of it away. I wasn’t super thrilled to have anyone in the room, poking and prodding at me, or inquisitioning me, but my head felt like it was about to explode and if someone didn’t shut this crap up soon, I was going to stumble out of bed and destroy it all.

“I don’t need to put up with this bullshit from you, Tohr. Just get the fuck out!” I snarled, trying to muster up as much aggression as I could in the situation I was in.

Slender fingers wrapped around Tohr’s arm, “Tohr, please. He needs to rest.” Ehlena pleaded, but aside from flinging his arm out of her grasp, he ignored her.

Whicked:

I pulled away from Blaylock and wiped my lips with the back of my already blood covered hand. I sat as still as stone and stared at them. They were stained with the King’s blood, the King had almost died….in my arms. I started to shake uncontrollably and Blaylock looked at me concerned, his eyes locked onto me. “Whicked, are you ok?” I barely heard his question, it only dimly registered as I stared at my hands which I started rubbing against my leather trousers. “Uh...yeah, I um, I just need to go home Blaylock, can you get that Fritz guy to take me home. Now. Please? He watched me intently for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah sure, of course. I will do that right now for you. *He nodded to the door at the back of the room* The bathroom is right in there if you want to freshen up for the trip, you know clean up or something”? I got up as if on autopilot and headed to the closed door, behind me I heard the handset of the phone next to the bed being picked up and the push of a button. As I pushed open the door and flicked the lightswitch, I could hear Blaylock talking over the phone to someone, Fritz I assumed. I closed the door and stood against it. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths before taking a few short steps to the mirror and glancing into it, checking out my reflection. My skin was white as a snowdrop against the fire engine red of my hair. There were streaks of blood across my face, the King’s blood. A few scratches from digging through the rubble I guess. Dirt and blood matted my hair, well at least the fleece I had put on was clean. I would hate to see how bad I looked underneath it.

Wrath:

Manny gave Tohr a hard look, but exited the room, anyway. No sooner was he gone and Butch was there.

“Oh, good.” Ehlena remarked, “Talk some sense into Tohr, please? Wrath needs to rest.”

His pleading was all for naught, though. These two shitheads weren’t listening to reason. They were just pissed off at me, so this was retaliation.

Whicked:

Wrath: I, in no way, helped the two asshats get me into that wheelchair. But, they were right. Between the drugs and the two of them, I was by far outmanned. So, after attempting to fight them off, and ten minutes later, I was firmly planted in the wheelchair Manny had drug in.

#IHateEverythingAboutYou #Chapter4 #EBRPG #BDB

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dear-dr-kenzo-tenma · 5 years

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Doctor Kenzo Tenma - TV Tropes

https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Characters/Monster

An Aesop: In-universe, he gives some of these.

Action Survivor: Dr. Tenma is initially an average person, insofar as a well-known brain surgeon can be average. The series' circumstances force him to become a hardened survivor.

Adaptational Attractiveness: In the manga, he starts off plain and downright funny-looking. The anime takes its cue from the later chapters' more adorable Tenma◊.

Adorkable: Before his badass upgrade made him stop being a doormat.

Adrenaline Makeover: Ahem.◊

All-Loving Hero: This is both a large advantage and similarly a large disadvantage to him because of the complex location on the Sliding Scale of Idealism vs. Cynicism that Monster inhabits.

The Atoner: As kind-hearted as he is, he sees his absolute biggest mistake as being something he alone can fix. And despite numerous opportunities he gets where he could abandon his self-set mission, he refuses every time. Johan: (Seconds after killing Junkers in front of Tenma) I was supposed to die that night. You're the one who resurrected me, doctor.

Badass Pacifist: He can take a beating, jump off a bridge to avoid confrontation, and save people's lives while avoiding the police and criminals alike.

Beware the Nice Ones: Tenma is kind and righteous, but false accusations force him on a path to become much more assertive.

Barbarian Longhair: Subverted, he's not, by any definition, a barbarian. But by most persons in the series, his long hair is perceived as ugly.

Beard of Sorrow: He is normally beardless, but after he learns about Johan's true colors, he attempts to grow a beard and overly disregards his appearance.

Beware the Honest Ones: Tenma's idealism turned out pretty bad for his money-grubbing boss.

Big Good: This is particularly evident in arcs where he is offstage or not the main character. In keeping with his nearly messianic role, by the end, nearly all the characters would do anything to protect him.

Break the Cutie: By all accounts, he's sweet and adorable, but his entire life was ruined by the actions of a former patient.

Care-Bear Stare: He frequently does this, illustrating his initial idealism.

Celibate Hero: Post-Eva, although there is some subtext involving Nina that may avert this. In Another Monster, it is explained that he was still quite the celibate during his high school years and even purposely didn't get together with a girl who liked him (and the feeling was somewhat mutual) merely because he was friends with her (cheating) boyfriend.

Character Development: He begins as a well-respected, compassionate doctor. Over the series, he becomes more driven and relentless.

Cheaters Never Prosper: Averted, though not soon enough for poor Gillen's complex. He cheated on a test in medical school, which made him excel, and caused jealousy in one of his classmates. This acquaintance later becomes an important character.

Chronic Hero Syndrome: Despite his goal of hunting down Johan, he'll never turn down helping a stranger, even if the person's a criminal.

Clear My Name: Averted. His reason for hunting down Johan isn't to clear his name, but rather to correct the error he made in keeping Johan alive.

Combat Medic: "This is the carotid artery. Even a ballpoint pen could kill him, if you pierce it in the right spot."

The Drifter: Justified, since he was a murder suspect and has to be on the run from the police.

Expository Hairstyle Change: Starts off clean-cut, but gets progressively more disheveled.

Extreme Doormat: He used to be very submissive to his boss and his fiancee.

The Fettered: His beliefs frequently make him question his mission.

Forgets to Eat: Quite frequently. At other instances, he'll bemoan the lack of soy sauce in Western cuisine.

Friend to All Children: The good doctor loves children, and he is perfectly willing to help them. He even formed an Intergenerational Friendship with Dieter, a kid.

Friend to All Living Things: He saved a hurt bird in the time he was training as a gunmen. Later, when he was talking with a former friend to all living things, a finch landed in Tenma's arm.

Gentleman and a Scholar: He is a highly-accomplished brain surgeon and an incredibly caring and selfless man.

Good Is Not Dumb: Well, he's good, and intelligent. Heck, he's a brain surgeon. Beyond fitting the literal trope title, however, Roberto underestimates him at one point because of his goodness and pays for it by losing the use of his right arm.

Good Is Not Soft: While a genius neurosurgeon, he is nice, humble and compassionate. When Johan becomes a threat, he takes a level in badass and takes a journey to stop him. Also, he doesn't hesitate to threaten people with his pistol if their actions endanger one or more lifes.

Grew a Spine: He decides to stop being the doormat of his fiancee and his boss after seeing the immorality of both (the fiancee is not that evil, but this counts).

The Heart: Tenma is the moral center of a morally complex series.

The Hero: He is inarguably the protagonist, and he's very heroic, motivations and rumination aside.

Heroic Resolve: Kenzo has one in his battle against Roberto.

Hero with Bad Publicity: Wanted for the very murders that he keeps trying to stop.

Honor Before Reason: Though he cares about the "right thing" rather than any type of personal honor.

Hospital Hottie: He has a cute appearance, be well-groomed or not.

Humble Hero: He never takes credit for his good deeds and maintains that all people are equal despite conspicuously being better than everybody else in every imaginable way.

Hurting Hero: He's haunted by the actions of a former patient, who destroyed his life.

I Can't Dance: According to Eva, Tenma claimed to not be able to dance. They stood and held each other on the dance floor instead.

I Just Want to Have Friends: According to Eva in Another Monster, he was chronically lonely and thanks to his workaholic tendencies, he was unable to make friends other than Dr. Becker.

Intelligence Equals Isolation: His medical capabilities make him isolated among peers.

I'm Not Hungry: When he was captured by the police, he refused to eat for so long they had to put him on an IV. Which doubles as Fridge Brilliance, as he was trying to end up in the infirmary in order to get in touch with Gunther Milch.

Inconvenient Hippocratic Oath. All the more so (or not) for being an integral part of what he comes to be about after the first episode.

Incorruptible Pure Pureness: One of the rare examples of this trope being pulled off successfully. No matter how complicated things get, he retains his idealistic views on humanity.

Just in Time: He saves Reichwein, who came VERY close to being killed by Roberto, just in time in episode 30.

The Last DJ: Both played straight and averted, in short succession. His integrity makes him lose his job.

Last-Name Basis: People tend to call him by his last name rather than his first name, even when they've got to know him well—including Nina and Eva (though the latter is the one that does it least).

Looks Like Jesus: His long hair and stubble look make him somewhat similar to Jesus.

Magnetic Hero: He's kind, charming, and persuasive.

Manly Tears: He does cry, but it doesn't make him appear weak; it showcases just how horrible his life gets, in spite of how much he tries.

Married to the Job: Noted constantly, one of his fellow physicians tried to hook him up with other loves, but he was more focused on his job.

Messianic Archetype: To counter Johan's Antichrist

Nice Guy: He's very nice and will help even his enemies. This is both a blessing and a curse, considering how dark the series is. It gets him a lot of friends, but it also gets him into difficult situations.

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished: He helped Johan, and then he's framed for murder. Johan: I was supposed to die that night. You're the one who resurrected me, Doctor.

Parental Favoritism: It's mentioned in Another Monster that his father favored him, his youngest son, over his other brothers. However, his mother favored his two older half-brothers (who are unrelated to her) more than him.

Perma-Stubble: He grows one during his Expository Hairstyle Change.

Save the Villain: At first unknowingly, in the case of saving the young Johan from his asked-for bullet wound to the head. By the end, [spoilers] he does it again, this time intentionally, to defy Johan's point.

Screw the Rules, I'm Doing What's Right!: Thoroughly believes this, when he decides to operate on Johan's brain-bullet and disobey the director's orders to ignore the kid and work on the mayor's cerebral-thrombosis. He starts doubting himself, when he sees what Johan has become.

Skilled, but Naïve: Tenma's a surgical prodigy, but it's not his relative inexperience with a scalpel that gets him into trouble in the beginning. It's his inexperience with another aspect of being a doctor: hospital politics.

The So-Called Coward: "Tenma the Weenie! Tenma the Weenie! He peed his pants, too!" Even more so considering the full story given in Another Monster. After the first time the other boys scared him during hide-and-seek, Tenma decided to go through it again in order to conquer his fear. What ended up happening was that they couldn't find him and thought that he just went home, so when one of the mothers told them it was time to go home, they left Tenma by himself. When they found him still hiding in the abandoned yard at night, they probably stopped picking on him simply because he had the guts to do all that.

Technical Pacifist: Although he has no problem pushing, kicking, shoving, and threatening with violence, he has a hard time causing harm to others even if it is to defend his own life.

Think Nothing of It: Does not like to take credit for his achievements, e.g. denying that he'd saved the Turkish district.

Thou Shalt Not Kill: A personal philosophy that looks especially interesting when pitted against his initial tantrums of, "These people need to die."

Took a Level in Badass: Early in the series, after receiving weapons training from an ex-mercenary.

Trademark Favorite Food: Heckel notes that Tenma thinks that any recipe can be improved with soy sauce. And if the fandom on Tumblr has anything to say about it, sandwiches.

Turn the Other Cheek: Constantly, over and over again. He does this to his fellow doctors, as well as his enemies.

Übermensch: By the end of the series, although he starts out as a very clear-cut Last Man. His personal beliefs evolve over the course of the series. He becomes less conflicted, and more willing to do what's necessary.

Unkempt Beauty: He looks like a hobo and still looks very well. Even most fans think he looks better with the hobo look.

Unwitting Pawn: Used, reused, and subverted. A lot of his actions, even his goal are propelled and encouraged by Johan.

White and Grey Morality: How he sees the world.

Wide-Eyed Idealist: Determinedly and stubbornly so. Tenma is convinced that all life is equal, and that everyone can be saved. His beliefs put him at odds with nearly everyone, as he's one of the few idealists in the series.

Wrongly Accused: The whole plot is to save Johan who framed him in the first place, though he's more concerned about saving him and less concerned about being proven innocent.

source: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Characters/Monster

#just for fun #and reference #Kenzo Tenma #Naoki Urasawa's Monster #Dr. Kenzo Tenma #Dr. Tenma #Monster tv tropes #Dr. Tenma tv tropes #analysis #op

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Egotober Day 8: Bad News

Hey guys, Egopocalypse here (finally) with Day 8 of Egotober. I know, I'm ten days behind. It's bad. But I have a really long one-shot to hopefully make up for it, and I've already started the next two- yes, two- days, so those should be finished soon. Day 9 is going to be really short because I had no ideas for it, which is coincidentally what I've said for the past two installments but that backfired, but hopefully, it won't this time. Depending on whether or not I end up thinking of ways to continue it, Day 9 should be coming out tonight, so be on the lookout for that. Anyways, I won't bore you with the introduction for too much longer, so I hope you enjoy it, and I'll see you guys later. Bye!!

~Egopocalypse

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“Chase Brody??”

The father glanced up to see the nurse who called him, his blotchy face stained with tear tracks. He ran a hand through his messy hair, looking all the worse for wear.

“Yeah,” He answered, sniffling. “That’s me.”

The nurse’s stoic face softened as she gave him a look of pity.

“Come with me.”

She waited for him to gather all his belongings before she turned around and walked out of the waiting room, directing Chase through an endless series of hallways and doors. The man didn’t pay attention to where he was going as his head was filled with worst-case scenarios. He still couldn’t believe this had happened. He should’ve done something, he should’ve paid more attention to his surroundings, it was his fault-

“Mr. Brody??” The nurse called, snapping him out of his thoughts. She looked concerned as if she had tried to get his attention several times before he actually heard her. “We’re here.”

He nodded to show he understood, trying to remain calm. The door itself was plain, only showcasing the room number and the names of the patient and the doctor taking care of them, but Chase couldn’t help the fact that he felt anxious about seeing what was beyond it.

“Visiting hours end at 8. If you need some assistance getting back to the waiting room, just press the call button and I’ll be with you shortly.”

“Thank you.” His voice was tight, and he fought to swallow the thick lump in his throat as his shaky hand gripped the doorknob tight, his knuckles turning white as he tried to summon the courage to open the door. He knew he must look pitiful to the nurse, but he didn’t care.

Finally, he took a deep breath and twisted the knob, opening it in one smooth motion as he shut his eyes, afraid to see what was behind it. He heard the beeping of the heart monitor, steady and strong, and that was enough to get him to slowly open his eyes.

Greyson was laying on the hospital bed, motionless and pale except for the subtle rise and fall of his chest. There was an IV in his upper arm that was hooked up to a saline solution and a blood bag, working to get some color back into his cheeks.

Chase couldn’t bear to look at his neck, knowing the worst of the damage was there. He stood frozen for ages, unwilling to even breathe in his son’s direction in fear that it would cause his condition to worsen. But he couldn’t look away, worried that if he did, Greyson wouldn’t be breathing the next time he saw him.

“Chase??” A familiar voice called out, breaking him from his stupor. He turned to face the newcomer and was surprised to see Dr. Schneeplestein in the room with a clipboard in his hand.

“Hey, Henrik,” He greeted, although he was morose and his voice held no inflection.

The doctor’s eyes held a glint of worry as he glanced at Chase. “How are you feeling, my friend??”

“I’m fine,” Chase dismissed, waving away the question. “How is he??”

“I’m afraid I have some bad news. His lungs were too damaged from the smoke. If he doesn’t get a transplant soon, he vill die.”

“How long does he have??” Chase asked, fearing the worst.

Schneeplestein sighed, not wanting to give this information to his friend.

“How long, Henrik??” Chase demanded, his voice harsh.

“... Three days, at ze most.”

“Three days?! Surely you can find a donor by then, doc!!”

“Zhere iz not enough time. Even if ve found a donor, chances are zhere’s anozer on ze list zat is viable for zat organ. Most people stay on ze list for years, you know.”

“Then let me be his donor. I’ll test for it and everything!! Please, I can’t just sit around and do nothing!!” Chase pleaded, trying to find a viable option to fix this.

“I’m sorry Chase, but nine times out of ten, family members are not compatible donors,” Schneeplestein announced solemnly. “Zhere’s nothing ve can do. Your best bet iz to let him go and say your goodbyes before it iz too late.”

Tears pricked Chase’s eyes as despair threatened to overwhelm him again. He shook his head fervently, refusing to take no for an answer.

“No, I’m not going to take this. I’m going to save my son, you hear me!!” He exclaimed, storming out of the room.

Schneeplestein’s eyes widened in surprise at his friend’s bold declaration, and he chased Chase out to the hallway to try to stop him.

“Chase, don’t make any rash decisions. Please, think about what you’re doing!!”

Chase’s face hardened as he turned to face his friend, prodding him with his finger as he spoke. “I’m going to save my son!! That’s more than you’re doing right now, Henrik!!”

Schneeplestein flinched as Chase’s words cut into him. Chase realized he was being harsh, but he was at the end of his rope. If this didn’t work, he would never forgive himself.

Schneeplestein tried one last time to reach his friend. “Please, Chase. I know vhat you’re going to do, and it’ll only make things worse. Don’t do zis.”

Chase’s face fell, and his words echoed around the hallway as he spoke.

“I have to. He’s all I have left.”

Finally, Henrik sighed, knowing his friend was dead-set on this. “I can only hope you know vhat you are doing.”

“I do too,” Chase smiled weakly. “Goodbye, Henrik.”

“Goodbye, Chase.”

The father took one last glance at his friend before he turned around, knowing he would never see him again.

(More under the cut, this just got too long and there’s a scene break, so I felt like it was a good idea to put it here.)

Chase stepped back as he checked his handiwork, making sure everything was in the right place. It had taken longer than expected, but he finally had everything he needed to summon the demon.

He knew what the cost would be if the demon accepted his offer, and he was okay with it as soon as his son was alive and well when the morning came. He took a deep breath and checked the book once again to make sure the pronunciation was correct before he picked up the knife and cut his palm, squeezing his hand to call forth the blood faster as it dripped into the bowl.

“Et ad congregandum, Eos coram me.” Chase incanted slowly and clearly, the words thick and unfamiliar in his mouth. Without banishing his hand, he grabbed a matchstick and lit it, the matchbox slippery in his bloody grasp.

He stared at the small flame and prayed that this would work, knowing he had no other options if it failed, before he violently threw the match into the bowl, stepping back as the fire grew instantly to devour the herbs inside. He shut his eyes to protect them from the harsh heat, the wave of energy singeing his eyebrows before the flames extinguished themselves as quickly as they spread.

The only sound in the room was Chase’s breath as he panted heavily, straining his ears to pick up any other sounds. When nothing happened, he sighed in despair and slouched his shoulders, his failure draining everything from his body.

“W͜͠e̕͘͜l̨l̛͘,͏ ̴t̡h̡is҉ ̷̛i̛̛s̵ ̨̛i̴n͜͟t̶́é̶r̢ȩ̴s͏́t̶́i̷̵n̛̛g҉̛͡.”

Chase jumped out of his skin when he heard the voice. He spun towards the direction it came from in a flash, only to come face to face with… himself??

Or at least, a version of himself with deep black eyes and a bloody wound stretching across his neck.

“Who-who are you??” He asked, surprised by the newcomer’s appearance. The doppelganger rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“Oh great, another í͜͡m҉̢̀b̧͘ęci҉͠l͞e҉̶̛. And here I thought some would finally do their research before summoning me.” The other scoffed, turning his back to Chase as if to go.

Chase recovered from his shock quickly and reached his hand out to stop the other. “No, wait!! Don’t go!! I did my research, I know what you are!!”

The other stopped and pivoted to face him once again. “Then tell me, w̸̴̶͜͠h͘a̡͟͞͝t̷͜ ̀͘͢a̸̵̕͡͡m̛͝ ̶̨͡I̷̢͟??”

“...You’re a demon.” Chase stated with finality, watching as the other cocked his head.

“Hmm, close enough I suppose. Alright, tell me what you want. I can tell you didn’t summon me just to c̛͏͢h͜͠ą̷̵́͜t̶͟.”

“It’s my son.... He’s dying,” Chase explained, desperation lacing his tone. “I need you to fix him, he doesn’t deserve to die. And I’m prepared to give you anything you want to ensure he lives.”

“A̛͘͠͏͡ņ̕ý҉t̷̨́͡h̢͟i̛͘n̶g̷̡͘͜, you say??” The demon asked, perking up in interest despite himself.

Chase almost second-guessed him he saw the intrigue on the demon’s eerie face, but he realized he was already screwed and nodded his head in response. In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess.

“Yeah,” He choked out, swallowing a lump of fear from his throat. “Anything.”

The demon considered it for a long moment, a grin tugging at his lips as he watched the other man squirm.

“Alright, I a̴̕͝c̀͘͝c̸͡e̢p͘͡t̴͝ your offer.” He finally said, the smirk finally appearing on his face as he observed Chase breathe out a sigh of relief.

“But I have ǫ̴͏n̸̨͜e҉͏ condition.”

“What??” Chase blurted out, absolutely flabbergasted by the demon’s last statement. This wasn’t supposed to happen, the demon was just supposed to grant his wish, seal the deal, and he’d be six feet under in exactly ten years. None of his research had suggested the demon would want to negotiate.

“Do your ears not work or something?? I̷҉.̷̨ H̕a͝v͜e̴̸͟.͏ ̴Ą.̕ ͢͠͠C͞ǫ̶̷n̨d҉̢ì̛t̨i̴ǫ͘n҉.” The demon stated slowly, over-enunciating to mock him. Chase bristled in response.

“I’m not deaf, you asshole!! I just want details.” He exclaimed, his jaw clenched in annoyance.

Suddenly, the demon grabbed him and slammed him against the wall, knocking his head back on the hard surface. Chase opened his mouth to yelp in surprise when the cold steel of a knife immediately pressed against his throat, silencing him.

“L̴̀̕͟͡i̵̷̧̧s̸̛͞t̨͘e̸͏͢ņ̢̕ ̵̧̀t͠o̡҉ ͢͜m̴̨͟e̶͠,” The demon hissed, black eyes filled with fury. “I could’ve killed you the moment I arrived and left your precious son to die alone in a̴̕g̡͝óǹ̶y̧̨̢͞, but I’m here and I’m willing to make a deal. So you’re going to s̴̸̡̕h͏̷͝u̢͜͟͞t̶̕͟ ͘҉͠u̧͞ṕ and let me speak, got it??”

Chase swallowed nervously, feeling the pressure of the blade increase as the demon’s grip refused to budge, cutting a thin slice into his throat. He nodded silently to show his obedience, his eyes blown wide with fear as he realized just how close he came to dying.

The demon released Chase, causing the man to stumble and clutch his neck, massaging it to erase the feeling of the knife pushing against his windpipe and to check for any bleeding.

“A̶̵r͠e y҉ǫ̸͟u ͢͢li͠s͘ten҉i͜͜͡nģ͜ n͜o͘͟w̡??” The demon asked, causing Chase to nod once more, too terrified to speak.

“G̸̕o̴̢o̧͜d͜.҉ Now here’s my offer. I’ll save your son’s life like you wanted, but I want something o͢͏t̵́͜h̵͞é͘͞r̸ than the usual price.”

“What-” Chase paused, coughing violently as the words got caught in his throat. “What do you want??”

The demon smirked, his eyes hiding his wicked intentions. “I want you to agree to be my v҉́͠e͡s̨͠҉sel̵̷.”

Chase spluttered, unable to comprehend what the demon was asking of him. “Excuse me??”

“You heard me. This m̛é͘͝a̶̵t̷̕s̴͠u̵i̵̸͝ţ́,” The demon said with disgust, gesturing to his current body. “Is deteriorating quicker than I expected, and you’re providing me with the perfect opportunity to replace it.”

“B-but I thought demons didn’t need permission to possess people,” Chase stated hoarsely, confusion evident in his voice.

“Normally, you’re right. But my case is… d̢͡i̧f͡f͜e̴͏̶rę̶͘n͢t̡҉.” The demon vaguely stated, skirting around the question. “S͝o̴̡,̴ ̛do ͜y̶͝o͜u̷ a̸c̴̛ce͏̡ṕt̢̢͘??”

The demon held out his hand, inviting Chase to take it. Chase stared at it hesitantly, realizing this was his last chance to back out of the deal. The demon noticed and sighed.

“Ļ̶̶ơ̢o͟҉k̷̴,” He began. “This is the best chance you have of saving your son. Your soul probably won’t even go to Hell!! All you have to do is let me take c̡͟o̕͢n̷̨t̛͝͠͠ŕ̡́͢͡ǫ̛l̸̸͟͏͝.”

Finally, Chase agreed, knowing the demon was right. He silently prayed this would work out as he slowly stretched out his hand, shutting his eyes tight so he wouldn’t back out.

Chase’s eyes immediately shot open as the demon grabbed his hand and jerked him forward, connecting their lips in a rough kiss that demanded him to submit as the demon sunk his teeth into Chase’s bottom lip. His mouth fell open as a shout of surprise left his lips, the sound getting swallowed by the demon as he wasted no time in shoving his tongue into Chase’s mouth, keeping it open as he prepared himself to jump from one vessel to the next.

Chase fought the urge to throw up as smoke billowed into him, burning his esophagus as he was assaulted by the smell of ozone and sulfur as the demon barraged his senses.

Suddenly, Chase felt a sharp yank as he was thrown backward, falling into an inky black void while he was disoriented. He squeezed his eyes shut as he prepared to hit the ground with a splat, but he slowly opened them after a while, wondering why he wasn’t dead already.

Chase noticed he was floating in midair, and that there was no light or anything around him to help him identify his surroundings. In fact, he couldn’t sense anything at all, as if he had suddenly been disconnected from the world around him, and he grew absolutely terrified at the prospect of being cut off from everything for eternity.

“W-what is this??” He asked, his question echoing getting swallowed by the empty space around him.

A low chuckle reverberated around the abyss, sending a shiver down Chase’s spine as he was taken by surprise, his eyes darting around the space to try to identify where it was coming from.

“Don’t you know?? You agreed to this, after all.” The demon stated wickedly. “You’re trapped inside your body. I̸͘’͝m̛̛͢͢͞ ҉̸̕͟͏i͏̶n̴͝ ̷̷̵͜c̨̢̕o͟͝n͏̢̀t̵̶̨̢̧r̶ǫ̶͞͠l̢͘͜ ̵̕͡n̴͘͝o̧͞w̨҉͢.”

“What about my son?? You have to hold up your side of the bargain as well!!” Chase argued, trying to summon what little courage he had left.

“H̸̛̕e’̵̢s͏̵̵ ̸̕f̛i̶̷ņ͘͞e. He’ll wake up in the morning with his lungs completely fixed and no memory of the fire so he won’t have any nightmares either.”

Chase sighed in relief, feeling like a heavy burden had been lifted off his chest. Greyson was safe, and that’s all that mattered to him.

“I wiped all his memories of y̶̧͘͢ó̵̷̕u̸, too.”

“W-what do you mean??” Chase asked, his voice wavering.

“I’ve got a lot of business to take care of, so you’re going to be stuck with me for a long time. I can’t be bothered to take care of some b҉̨͝r̛͞a҉̴̧̨̀t̶̵̕͡s҉̡, so I wiped all your family’s memories of you. It keeps us off the radar for a while and stops me from having to kill your family.”

“We had a deal!!” Chase exclaimed.

“And I held up my end of the bargain, so now we’re playing by m҉y͟҉ ̵̸͘r̡͢u҉̶̵l͏͢e̷s͜.” The demon stated onimously.

A sense of dread invaded Chase as he realized what he’d done. He started to struggle, hoping to regain control of his body. This wasn’t what he wanted, he had to fight, he had to get out-

An invisible force slammed into him, knocking the wind out of him and ending his struggles. The force latched onto him and pulled, threatening to drag him deeper into the abyss.

“You’re w̕e͡a҉k͜.” The demon growled as Chase struggled to escape. “You can’t get rid of me, I am e̢͘҉̕t̀͟͝e̢͞r̢͜͢͠n̴̨̕à̷̸̛l͜͏̕͘!!”

“Oh yeah?? Then who are you??” Chase regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. He could feel himself slipping as he flailed about, trying to find something to grip onto to slow his fall.

The force stilled, allowing Chase to catch his breath for a moment. He wondered if something was wrong when the demon suddenly giggled.

“I̛t҉̷’̶̨͢s̨͘ ͏̧f̶̶ú̶̵n͏n̨̢y͞,” The demon stated, his voice distorted and glitchy. “None of my vessels have ever asked me that before. You’re c̶̡͢eŗ̶t҉a҉͟i̛̛͘n͞ly̶̡ an interesting one, I must say.

“C̵a̕l̨͡l͘͏͝ ̸͟m҉e̸̛ A̸̢n̵̨͢ti̡.”

The force was back now, taking Chase by surprise and shoving him down further into the darkness. He tried to resist, but the force smothered him, choking him as he was pulled into the depths. He felt himself slipping away from consciousness, and Anti’s voice drifted away from him before he finally succumbed to the force.

“Sweet dreams, Chase. You won’t be waking up for a l̸̵͡o͘͟n̢̕͟g̶̀ ́ti̷̶m̀e͜͝.”

Chase stopped struggling as he plunged into the darkness, never to wake up again.

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Hey guys, Egopocalypse here!! I hope you enjoyed that story because I loved writing it, even though the ending gave me a lot of grief. I think the reason I love Anti so much is because he doesn't have one solid canon origin story so I can adapt him however I need to fit the story. At first, I had gone into the summoning scene imagining him as a Crossroads Demon, but then I decided I wanted him to be more complicated than that, so his dialogue and actions reflected that change. Needless to say, he's one of- if not my favorite- character to write, especially for this fandom. Anyways, that's my little spiel, I hope you enjoyed it, and I'll see you guys later. Bye!!

~Egopocalypse

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I Hate Everything About You: Chapter 4, written by @DarkLoverLost & DelicateDeviant

Wrath:

Whicked:

*I blinked once, twice, three times trying to clear my vision. My head was pounding but I didn’t have the heaviness I felt before I passed out. Shit! I passed out due to blood loss from giving the King a major transfusion. I sat up quickly, looking around an unfamiliar bedroom. My eyes darted around until they settled on a red headed Male sat in the corner. He settled a book on his lap, a smile curving up the corners of his mouth. “Hey Whicked, how you feeling?” I tugged the duvet up higher realising I was still in my soiled bra and leather trousers “Uhhhhh who are you and where am I?” He reached up and ran his hand through his hair and then leaned back and stretched out until he cracked a few tight muscles. “Well...my name is Blaylock, you can call me Blay and you are safe, you are at our compound. I brought you up here to rest, you collapsed after you fed Wrath. I thought I would hang around till you woke up, see if I could maybe offer you my vein, you know... to say thank you for saving the King.

Wrath:

My thoughts began to drift and I realized that before they had left, someone had added a slight bit of sedative to my IV. Well, fuck! That’ll teach me to pretend to be asleep.

Whicked:

Wrath:

Whicked:

Wrath:

“I don’t need to put up with this bullshit from you, Tohr. Just get the fuck out!” I snarled, trying to muster up as much aggression as I could in the situation I was in.

Slender fingers wrapped around Tohr’s arm, “Tohr, please. He needs to rest.” Ehlena pleaded, but aside from flinging his arm out of her grasp, he ignored her. “I don’t give a flying fuck what you think you need, Wrath! You went out there with a death wish! Don’t fool yourself for a second into thinking that there is one person in this mansion that doesn’t realize that!” Turning to Manny, he shot out. “Get me a goddamn wheelchair.” Shouting out the door, “Butch, get your ass in here. I’m going to need your help.”

Whicked:

“Uh...yeah, I um, I just need to go home Blaylock, can you get that Fritz guy to take me home. Now. Please?He watched me intently for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah sure, of course. I will do that right now for you. *He nodded to the door at the back of the room* The bathroom is right in there if you want to freshen up for the trip, you know clean up or something”? I got up as if on autopilot and headed to the closed door, behind me I heard the handset of the phone next to the bed being picked up and the push of a button. As I pushed open the door and flicked the lightswitch, I could hear Blaylock talking over the phone to someone, Fritz I assumed. I closed the door and stood against it. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths before taking a few short steps to the mirror and glancing into it, checking out my reflection. My skin was white as a snowdrop against the fire engine red of my hair. There were streaks of blood across my face, the King’s blood. A few scratches from digging through the rubble I guess. Dirt and blood matted my hair, well at least the fleece I had put on was clean. I would hate to see how bad I looked underneath it.

Wrath:

Manny gave Tohr a hard look, but exited the room, anyway. No sooner was he gone and Butch was there.

“Oh, good.” Ehlena remarked, “Talk some sense into Tohr, please? Wrath needs to rest.”

“Between the two of us and the drugs in your system, we’ll get you in that wheelchair and down the hall. She needs to be thanked, man, and not by the rest of us. It needs to come from you. Respect.”

His pleading was all for naught, though. These two shitheads weren’t listening to reason. They were just pissed off at me, so this was retaliation.

Whicked:

Wrath:I, in no way, helped the two asshats get me into that wheelchair. But, they were right. Between the drugs and the two of them, I was by far outmanned. So, after attempting to fight them off, and ten minutes later, I was firmly planted in the wheelchair Manny had drug in.

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karenninaaa · 5 years

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Chapter 4 - The Clash of the Dead and the Living

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IV - NICO

"You're a death angel."

"You are glowing."

Nico and Will stared at each other. Nico was taken aback by the glowing light that the blond radiated. It was Nico's first time appearing at Jupiter Half-Blood Hospital after being assigned to New York. Nico noted that Will was wearing a green surgeon's scrub and white lab coat. He thought that the blond looked too young to be a doctor.

"You are a doctor," Nico added.

"Yep. I'm having my first-year residency here. Anyway, this was the first time I have seen you here. I pretty much know most of the death angels roaming around the hospital but you're new to my eyes." Will stated

Nico knew some gifted people who can see their kind roaming in this world so he was not surprised by that. However, it was his first time seeing a mortal glowing literally.

"Why are you glowing?" Nico asked.

Will shrugged. "You can call this a special ability but I discovered that your kind hated it when I glowed. Because when I glowed I can save a person literally from the dead and that means no soul for you."

For the first time in Nico's death angel career, he was stunned. He had seen a lot of things in this world and some were way beyond mortal's comprehension. He thought that nothing could ever surprise him by now. But this blond doctor in front of him proved him otherwise.

"I-It's impossible. You can't cheat death." Nico stuttered.

"That may be true, but there were times that I was able to sneak up behind the death. I can feel who can respond to my power and be saved no matter how slim the chances were. You can see it for yourself later." Will said.

Nico continued to stare at the blond who was still glowing. The blond was smiling back at him. It was a sight to behold. As if he was looking at something magnificent that did not belong on the plain and boring existence of the world.

Will sighed. "I know you are going to hate me too sooner or later but my name is William Solace but I go with Will and you are?"

"Nico. Nico di Angelo" Nico said dazedly.

Will nodded as he smiled. Nico couldn't decide which was brighter, the blond's glow or his smile. The doctor continued to speak. "Nice meeting you, Nico. Don't hate me too much okay? I was just doing my job."

For one beautiful moment, Nico thought about how he could hate this guy when he seemed so nice. But of course, the world flipped and Nico received his first punishment for not reaching his own quota for souls because of Will's glowing.

The punishment was too painful and hard to forget. He was still wincing from the mere thought of the punishment as if the pain was still living in him. The first punishment was always designed to be brutal so they will be reminded that they wouldn't dare make another mistake. Only Bob Iapetus seemed to tolerate those punishments. The evidence was his scarred and almost mutilated body. Thankfully, it was Nico's first and last punishment. Nico swore that William Solace was an enemy who always messed with his job. He decided that Will was trouble and dangerous.

The next day, when Will grinned at him, all those angry and unpleasant thoughts about the blond were thrown out of the window in an instant. It was like a switch on and off of thoughts when it came to Will Solace. There were times that Nico hated the Hades out of him and there were times that he was just not… Years later, those high and low frequencies about Will started to annoy him, then he started to ignore it, and he just focused that Will was going to be a forever enemy no matter what. The trick worked for him for a long time, even though Nico had realized and learned that Will was a big head-scratching distraction in the form of a human.

Nico gasped and his eyes snapped open. Then he had found himself plummeting. He remembered falling asleep while lying on a ledge of the rooftop of a building. He remembered dreaming about a certain blond. He also remembered that he was waiting for his next soul when he fell asleep and now he was falling from the rooftop.

Inches before he hit the ground, he vanished in a cloud of black smoke. He reappeared in the rooftop just in time his pocket watch vibrated, so he dissolved in the thin air once again. Nico found himself standing in front of an old apartment building in the middle of a busy street of Manhattan in broad daylight. Nico thought that the place seemed near at JHH, a couple of blocks or so. He knew that his next soul will be inside of that building, in the rooftop. So he went inside and climbed the stairs.

From time to time, Nico liked using his own limbs and not relying solely on his power. He liked to experience some of the mortal's everyday routine because it somehow amused him. Either walking downstairs of any place or riding the subway towards his destination or simply entering a revolving door. It was also entertaining when he kept walking circles on a said revolving door annoying those mortals who couldn't get in or out. There was a revolving door in JHH and he was toying with it once in a while.

He reached the rooftop as his thoughts flew on revolving doors. He found a girl, a teenage girl standing dangerously near the edge of the rooftop. There was a very low cemented barrier on it. But Nico thought that it was useless since you just have to step on that barrier and you were already free-falling on the ground. Nico leaned on a steel post and waited for the girl to jump, and then her soul would be the next one he needed to escort towards the Underworld.

The girl continued to stare down way below. She was not moving, just standing there. Nico was growing impatient, he had other souls to pick and this girl was not helping on keeping Nico waiting.

Suddenly, the door of the rooftop burst open making the girl jumped in surprise and looked back at the door. Nico just turned and- why it didn't surprise him anymore to find Will Solace on places he least expected the blond to be at. Will seemed to be fresh out of the shower because his hair was damped. There's a white towel around his neck and he's wearing an orange t-shirt and cargo pants.

"Oh great," Nico said sarcastically to Will. "Of course, you are going to stop her from jumping, right?"

"My duties to save a life doesn't end in the hospital, death-boy," Will said but his eyes never left the girl who was standing frozen, near the edge. She was looking at Will with wide, terrified eyes.

"W-what did you just call-" Nico sputtered then hissed. "Do not call me death boy, you idiot."

Will ignored him and walked towards the girl slowly. The girl seemed to gain her senses back.

"S-stop right there." She raised her trembling hand. "Or else, I will really jump."

But Will did not stop. "Okay then, let's jump together."

The death angel and the girl were stunned to silence.

"Solace," Nico gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into a tight fist. "What are you doing.."

Will was still ignoring Nico. The blond took advantage of the stunned girl, as he successfully managed to get closer to her. They were now standing side by side at the edge.

"I am Will Solace and you are?" Will said and turned his head towards her. He sounded like it was just a casual day, strolling on a park and happened to meet someone.

The girl swallowed looking at Will "S-Silena Beauregard."

"Nice meeting you Silena, and what do we owe this pleasure of jumping off the rooftop?"Will asked.

Silena's expression changed and she seemed pissed. She looked down "Just leave me alone."

"Not a chance, I told you, we are going to jump together." Will hummed

"Why do you care, my parents don't care so why should you, you're just a stranger."

"But the point is, there's still someone who cares even if it's a stranger." Will leaned forward as if to check how high they were. Nico's throat constricted and as if there's a fury clawing on his chest. The death angel cursed under his breath.

"Oooh, high," Will immediately stepped back. Then he faced Silena "Are you sure you want to jump? Because your face is lovely to be smashed on a concrete floor. Besides, I am a doctor, I have seen lots of grotesque corpses and I think it was still better to look good until the end. Don't you want an open coffin at your funeral?"

"Stop!" Silena wailed raising her hands. "I was momentarily confused okay. I don't even know how I got here. I was hurt and I hate my life."

"If it's physical hurt, I can mend it easily but of course, it does not mean that I cannot be in help to you. My service extends to almost everything so why don't you try me?" Will raised an eyebrow at Silena challengingly.

But Silena just snorted. "Can you convince my parents to send me to a drama school rather than to some stupid business university?"

To Silena's surprise, Will laughed. "You reminded me of myself when I was your age." Then he sat on the low cemented barrier.

One wrong move, Will was the one who's going to smash his face on the concrete floor below.

Nico hissed. "Will you at least sit your butt down on the floor instead, Solace. You are one fall away from the Underworld."

Will must have heard him since he changed seat and sat on the ground and Will's back was against the barrier.

Meanwhile, Silena looked down at him bewildered. "Why?"

"My dad did not want me to be a doctor. He wanted me to choose music over medicine." Will answered wistfully.

Silena did not look convinced. "You're just saying that because you don't want me to jump."

Will stared up at her "YOU are the one who doesn't want to jump, as you have said, you're just confused. Besides if you don't believe me, ask my father Apollo Charleston."

Silena's eyes widen and she dropped into a crouch next to Will. "No way!"

"Yes way, you want DNA testing?" Will raised an eyebrow at her.

Silena was dumbstruck. "Your father is one of the greatest musicians in this world. I adored his classical music a lot! And yes... I kind of see the resemblance to the both of you..."

Nico already knew who Will's father was but he never met the musician much less see Will meet his father. He wondered if they were still getting in touch.

"Now we have the physical evidence. As I was saying, I like to marry medicine but my father who was supporting my education that time didn't want me to get pre-med and I couldn't just rely on my mom since she was also having issues financially. So I didn't have a choice but to find my own way of going into a med school and proving him that I can be a great doctor instead of a musician."

Silena just stared at him "W-what did you do?"

"Med schools are expensive so I have to work my butt off on different part-time jobs and scavenge every scholarship grants I could apply. With some luck, I got in a med school and here I am now, a licensed doctor. You know, hard work can move mountains, just prove your parents wrong by working hard on the passion you have chosen." Will smiled at her.

Silena blinked. "Isn't it faith that can move mountains?"

"Nah, hard work's better for me, what's the use of faith without action. I can sit all day having faith that I am going to be a millionaire someday and what will it get me? My eyes are going white and still, there won't be a drop of a dollar in my lap."

Silena giggled.

"So what I am saying, Silena just because you are having a hard time doesn't mean you will choose an easy route away from the hard times. Life is full of hard times and an easy way out is not always an answer."

"All my life, I have obeyed my parents. I let them control my life on how they wanted it to be. They never asked once what I really wanted so it really sucked when they wouldn't let me have the only thing I wanted in life." Silena looked down at the floor hugging her knees.

"Then this time, you just have to take over your own life because you are the original captain of it."

Just like that, Nico's soul was out of his hands… again... He's going to have a headache.

Nico was glaring daggers at Will's back as they all climbed down the stairs. While the blond, on the other hand, was chatting merrily with Silena. Will invited Silena to his apartment downstairs to have lunch and Nico was just… following. But the hell he cares on gatecrashing Will's apartment when he snatched the death angel's soul again.

Will's apartment was small but it was neat and clean. It was a simple studio type with one-bedroom.

"My apartment is not big but welcome abode," Will said and he went to the kitchen.

Nico looked curiously around while Silena followed Will. The two chatted in the kitchen. It was Nico's first time going in Will's apartment. He originally thought that blond was still living in Brooklyn with his mother. Guess, he moved here in Manhattan to be closer to his job. Nico was in the small living room and he was looking curiously on the small photographs hanging on the wall. Will was either smiling or grinning with his friends in all pictures. Then his eyes landed on the closed door which obviously led to Will's room.

Nico glanced at Will whose back was turned to him. He was still busy talking to Silena. Maybe a little peek on Will's bedroom wouldn't hurt and hey, Nico was still pissed so he's going to do gate crashing at its best.

He passed through the closed door and stood in a brightly lit bedroom. It was small too and narrow. The sun was streaming down the curtained glass window situated above the bed. The sound of honking cars from the street below could be heard loudly in the room and he briefly wondered how Will could sleep in this noisy place. The bed was on the left side wall with a light blue bed sheet on it. On the right side wall were a light brown closet and next to the closet was a light caramel colored desk with several medical books neatly arranged on it. The desk and closet were both facing the bed. In the middle was a thin walkway. The walls were light yellow and the floor was white vinyl tiles. Everything around was light for Nico's taste. But of course, nothing was dull with Will.

He walked towards the bedside table where a picture frame was standing. It was Will and his mother, Naomi Solace. They were both smiling in the picture. There's nothing alike between Naomi and Will since all Will's features must be inherited from his father. Nico had seen Naomi once when he tried to go to Will's house to investigate a little, and that was a long long time ago.

Nico lay down on Will's bed. He was at the edge so his one leg was bent and his foot touching the floor while the other leg was on the bed and his other foot was slightly dangling at the edge, so the bed sheet wouldn't get dirty with the sole of his boots. He put his arm under his head. His next soul wasn't due in three hours so there's nothing much to do.

He lost count of time as he stared at the ceiling when the door opened.

"Oh my gods!" Will exclaimed in shock leaning back on the door with his hand still on the doorknob "I thought you already left!"

Nico barely moved, his eyes still glued on the ceiling. "I am assuming that your visitor already left since you're loud and that visitor happened to have the soul that I was supposed to take, and of course you meddled again."

Will sighed. "Yeah, Silena left a little while and we all know that I couldn't just stand there while she's plummeting on her death."

"How did you even know that she was there and thinking suicidal?" This time Nico sat up and glared accusingly at him.

"I saw you climbing the stairs of the rooftop when I opened the door briefly to let out a stray cat. I already knew that you were not there for the view of the chaotic streets of Manhattan. So I got dressed and went up there." Will explained.

Nico said nothing. Instead, he plopped down on the bed and closed his eyes. What else could he say or do? No matter how pissed he was, he couldn't just strangle Will Solace.

"I am sorry." Will continued earnestly. "I know you're pissed and all but I am letting you lie on my bed just to make it up for the soul I snatched again because normally, I don't let someone easily lie on my bed much less letting someone in on my room without my permission because I am a very private person. By the way, I also really appreciate that you're not putting your shoes on my sheet."

Nico inwardly sighed, eyes still closed. What am I going to do to you Solace?

"You asleep? Okay, you can also sleep on my bed just to make it up for pissing again the hell out of you."

This time, Nico couldn't help but to open his eyes and sit upright again. He complained. "How can I sleep when it's too noisy down there? Seriously, how can you sleep here?"

Will just grinned. "Hey when you're sleep deprived, you will just sleep through the noise. And I am used to it. This was the only available apartment near the hospital. It was just a walking distance or running distance to the hospital when I'm late which is always.."

"Whatever, I'm still pissed," Nico muttered.

"Since you're already here, why don't you eat lasagna, I'm known best for my lasagna, and there's also a pepperoni pizza which I can reheat…"

Nico sold out.

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