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reprobateubeg4 · 11 months

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“𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚒𝚗𝚡𝚎𝚍”

[I sat staring at the wall in front of me. Pictures covered my walls with strings connecting the thoughts of my mind as I worked out the puzzle. Aunt Roma was murdered by the gypsy hunter and I still did not know who he was. I disconnected the family blood line to help hide myself. I now hide deep in my apartment as if it was a cave. Fisher had gone, not able to handle my obsession with finding the gypsy hunter. Honestly, it was probably for the best, I wouldn’t forgive myself if Fisher had gotten caught in the crossfire of the war that is building between me and this mystery hunter. Days, Weeks, Months passed right around me as I stared deeply into the crime scene pictures, contacts in Aunt Roma’s address book. Clients she had met with the day of her death, ex-communicated family members, anything that would give me any clues to the hunter.

When morning came, I stretched on the floor from the heavy stress and exhaustion. I pushed myself to my feet and pulled another stretch, twisting to make my back pop with a small crack sound echoing the quiet room. The apartment was dark with the way the curtains had been pulled. I moved to pull them open just a little and instantly regret it as the sun blinds me. I stumbled back, knocking over the board of evidence and clues I had in addition to the wall I created. I let out a groan of frustration as I landed against the edge of the board and the floor. I rolled to my side and pushed back up to my feet. After checking my side I moved to the kitchen to put together a cup of coffee and some food as my stomach let out a loud grumble. Eggs and toast seemed like the easiest and quickest. Though, opening the fridge it was depressing to see that it was empty. Coffee can was also empty. I knocked my knuckles against the counter top to ease the frustration that seemed to be building.]

Alright, world I guess you win. I’m going outside today.

[I moved to the bedroom to grab up clothes to wear out of the home, grabbing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I slipped into my tennis shoes. I looked more like I was on a run to the gym than to grab food at the store. I thought about going straight to the grocery store or going to grab the waffles I hadn’t eaten in months. I decided to convince myself to grab a waffle and some diner coffee and I would just work out a grocery list while I’m there. I grabbed my phone, wallet, sunglasses, and keys and made my way out of the apartment. Luckily I didn’t live far from my favorite Diner and the grocery store is only a little further than the Diner. I nodded as I started on my walk. I duck and dodged as busy walkers and business suits flooded the crosswalks and sidewalks. I slipped past the crowd and into the Diner. I groaned as I saw a man in my favorite booth. Ignoring the cook’s “Wait..Wait.. K.. don’t” I kept walking, stomping in my sneakers as I reached the man in MY booth.]

Excuse me, this table is reserved. Get out.

[The man gave a small chuckle as he slowly turned to look at me. The fuck did he have to chuckle about? This wasn’t funny. “You must be who they warned me about before I sat down. You’re a little scrawnier than I expected. There’s plenty of room, please, have a seat.” I crossed my arms over my chest.]

No, for one I don’t know who the fuck you are, if they warned you there’s a reason, would you like to find out?

[I went to reach for my knife when I felt hands move over my arms to pull me back. “Kenzi, chill.” I recognized the familiar whisper against my ear. I turned to confirm my thoughts. My eyes rolled at the sight of Detective Dick being the one with the voice against my ear. “Have a seat, we need to talk.” I felt a gentle nudge towards the empty booth across from the man. The gentle nudge became a harder push when I refused to move. I fell back into the booth as my eyes focused on the men in front of me.]

What do we have to talk about, Dick?

[Dick gave a soft laugh, his usual “oh boy” nervous laugh. “Well first, this is my new partner, Detective Rainier. He noticed that some crime scene photos have gone missing. You wouldn’t happen to know where they’ve gone would you?” I made a face and shook my head before waving down the chef for my usual order.]

No, I don't know what you’re talking about. Sounds to me like your precinct is a mess if someone was able to walk in and take it. Or that you can just misplace an entire box for anyone to grab and go..

[Detective Dick shook his head and scrubbed a hand over his lips. “Right. Well Detective Rainier seems I was wrong. Maybe we did misplace it and we’ll find it later today.” Rainier didn’t seem convinced but nodded as he slid from the booth. Dick looked at me with his “fixed it” stare as he slipped from the booth behind Rainier. I waited until they were out of sight before I relaxed back against the booth. I straightened when my cup of coffee and waffles had been delivered to the table. “Seemed intense, cops stalking around asking questions.” I nodded as I cut into a piece of my waffle.]

They’ve just got nothing better to do, I guess.

[I gave a reassuring smile to the cook and thanked him for my waffle with moan with the next bite until he walked away. Now my list of things to do would be breakfast, grocery shopping, and now returning the box of evidence I had taken to the station before Rainier came sniffing around again.]

#Spotify

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reprobateubeg4 · 2 years

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“𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦

𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦

𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵”

[𝙏𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙥.

The sound was short but loud as the blade buried into the wall with each toss it was given. My palm cupped the grip of the handle and fingers curled around it tightly. I jerked back with the expectation of an easy give, but was caught and groaned in frustration as I raised my boot to the wall, making sure to press with the ball of my foot and point of the boot to prevent stabbing a heel hole into the drywall. With a push of my leg and hard pull of my arms I freed the knife and lost my footing. I tripped back and landed on my ass. I flipped the butterfly knife closed as I stared at the papers that lined the wall. Finding a job was hard when I didn’t know what I wanted to do. Clearly throwing knives to hit on a classified ad wasn’t helping, scrolling Indeed was boring.

It had been a week or so since I turned in my IPad, my earpiece, plucked my employee membership card free, and left my fancy office behind. The days were blending together at this point. As much fun as it had been it had become monotonous. Same thing happened everyday. My routine had become the same. That was the struggle now, finding something that I wouldn’t grow into boredom, but also figuring out what I have skills in. Picking locks and pockets wasn’t exactly legal. Drinking was a hobby, bartending was harder than I thought after I let @CantankerousRue try to teach me. At least she had found her way. When I made my exit she followed behind, piggybacking me in a hug on the way out the door.

I used the money I had set aside to move into an apartment on the other side of town. One that was big enough for both @CantankerousRue if she chose to move in. I gripped the safe handle and flipped the blade out, catching the bite handle in my fingers before flipping the knife closed again. I stood up and tucked the knife in my back pocket. I walked over to peel the papers from the wall. I crumpled them into balls and threw them in the trash can. I brush my fingers over the knife marks left in the wall before taking up the spackle and painting it over the holes.

Once the spackle spots dried I sanded it over to smooth it out. If it wasn’t for YouTube I’d probably just have left the holes or continued to paint over them. Once the spots were smoothed I brush my palm over it to make sure it feels as smooth as the wall around it. Satisfied I moved to strip out of my boots and pulled on some ragged running shorts and a stained and sleeveless Emo’s Not Dead t-shirt. I lay down a sheet of plastic. I bring over the paint bucket, tray and brushes. I moved a chair to the corner of the room and prepared a brush with paint. I climb the chair and start working on the trim, covering the full white walls with slate gray. One of the many side tasks I had given myself to work on for the day while @CantankerousRue was at her class and working a new bar tonight.]

#Spotify

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reprobateubeg4 · 2 years

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#TheRedDoorsWrites #FreakyFridayPrompt

[I fell back on the couch and flipped the TV on, choosing to continue the Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathon that I had started over the past few days. I curled my legs in, crossing them at the ankles as I set my popcorn bowl in my lap. Jalapeño cheddar seasoning was sprinkled over my popcorn. I popped one piece into my mouth as I bounced happily watching Buffy fight the second slayer with the rest of the gang trying to stop the ritual of Angel and Dru that Spike had started. I was proud of myself, only a couple days in and I was already halfway into season two. My eyes focused on the TV as the fight grew more intense, each piece of popcorn pressed to my lips from my fingertips. When the show reaches the end I sit back and shake my head to grab the remote to move on to the next one.]

Damn. They should’ve known those assholes weren’t done. They never are.

[I finished off my bowl of popcorn and set it down on the coffee table in front of me. I stretched out and unzipped my boots to peel off them from my feet, letting them fall to the floor with two thuds against the wood as each landed. I curled up on the couch with a blanket and pillow. I knew @CantankerousRue would be getting off soon and might possibly stop by. The Buffy marathon was my way of staying awake on nights like these. Nights where the club was busy and she couldn’t afford the distraction, nor would I want to risk distracting her from business. I checked my phone, letting out a soft moan at the picture Fisher had sent me earlier in the night. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to see her again. That girl had my insides doing the butterflies and the warm fuzzy weirdness people talked about. I smiled to myself as I tucked my phone under my pillow. A yawn escaped. “…those mini pizzas have changed my life..” was all I heard Xander say before I zoned out and gave in, letting my eyes close to the heaviness that was taking over.]

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[I woke up to the sound of a buzzing alarm. I stretched an arm out to slap at the alarm on my nightstand to shut off the buzzing sound. When did I get an alarm? “Buffy! School!” Who?! School?! What?! I haven’t been in school for like 15 years.. I sat up quickly in bed. I looked around. This wasn’t my room. It was bright and cheery. Way too sunny… My eyes caught sight of the mirror and jumped at the sight. It definitely wasn’t me.]

No.. what?! What’s happening?

[I pushed off the blankets and moved to the mirror to touch my face and hair and my skin felt like skin. Not like my skin. Soft but not mine.]

Season one Buffy? Of all the ones I gotta be.. it’s gotta be Season one? Ugh…

[I groaned. I combed a hand through the short blonde hair and blew out a breath. I went to the closet and picked out the clothes already set for the day. I grabbed the backpack and ran down the stairs and followed along with Buffy’s mom giving a ride to school and listening to the new school, new move, don’t burn this place down speech. I sat through the Principal’s speech about how he doesn’t believe I’m as bad as my school record says I am and blah blah blah… All the things my actual principal tried to tell me to make me feel like he was on my side in order to get me to act right. It didn’t work. I actually was pretty bad in school. Not like skipping school to kill vampires or burning down my old school building type bad but still. Once I was finally able to, I sprinted for the library to find Giles.]

Alright Giles, give me the news; what episode is this? Are we at the battle of Hellmouth? Has the Master started his bulltrash yet? Trash… I didn’t say tra.. oh right PG-13.. where’s Xander and Willow? Let’s get this ball rolling so I can get back to where I need to actually be. That's usually how this life switch thing works right? Have to work through the whole day or event or whatever.

[Giles stared at me completely confused. “Who? Wait.. what do you know about Hellmouth?” I groaned and tiled my head back with a whine and stomp of my feet.]

I’m stuck in the pilot episode? Are you freaking kidding me? I couldn’t be in a good episode like the one I fell asleep on or the one before it with shirtless Angel in it? I mean a girl wouldn’t mind a good shirtless Angel episode, Or damn skip me ahead to a Faith episode let me hit her fine ass up..

[Giles’s eyebrow rose with even more confusion in his features. “I’m afraid I don’t know who any of those people are… or what you’re talking about.. episode? Pilot? Are you feeling well?” I rolled my eyes and my shoulders and dropped them.]

I’m fine. I’m Buffy the vampire slayer, Y’know the chosen one sent her to stake some fangers. Save the world and Sunnydale from Hellmouth from opening. All that fun stuff.

[After reviewing the info about the Watcher and Slayer and training things I left the library. I ran through the run in with Xander and Willow, letting Xander’s failed flirts play out as they did. It’d be a lie to say I wasn’t excited for The Bronze. When night showed and Angel showed up for the initial meet I nearly melted but I kept my composure, played it cool as I thought through what I remembered of the episode and how Buffy played it as Angel gave his warning about the Harvest and the rise of The Master. At the Bronze I watched and sprinted off after the vamp I spotted with Giles guidance. The vamp that had Willow following him, leading her into a trap at the mausoleum. Always a graveyard, at night, always a mausoleum. Ugh. I was ready for the fight though, or so I thought. Mentally I was ready, my body, or rather Buffy’s body was not. The hard fling into the wall knocked the air out of me and dropped me to the floor.]

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[I felt a weight press against my back that made me jump in a hard flinch as I grabbed my phone from my pillow like it was a stake or knife. “Hi..” the soft whisper of @CantankerousRue’s voice against my ear had me ease my grip on my phone. With a sleepy moan I moved to turn around so I could face her. My hands moved to give both a slap and squeeze against her ass.]

Being me is way more fun than being Buffy….

[“Huh?” I shook my head not wanting to explain my long, weird ass dream. I raised my hands to her face and pressed my palms to her cheeks to pull her close to capture a deep kiss.]

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reprobateubeg4 · 3 years

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[Dick’s words ruined the magic of the moment. “Stop getting into stuff like that.” “Being around guys like that?” Like I chose to be around Niko in that last encounter OR ANY encounter I had with the bastard. I pushed the counter and slid off the bar stool, forgetting the whipped cream mountain pancakes.]

Wow, /Dick/ I didn’t choose, I don’t choose to be around stuff like that. Trouble finds me. /YOU/ found me, remember? Maybe you should add yourself to the category of shit I should stay away from.

[I walked to the room to grab my clothes and slipped my pants back on. Wiggling and pulling until the tight fabric fell back into it’s shape against my thighs and fit comfortably. I pulled on my tank and walked back out, remembering my boots were left at the door.]

I didn’t ask to be near Niko not when I was a child and not the other day at my dead aunt’s house. He found me. He grabbed me “for old times sake” I didn’t ask for it. You of all fucking people should know how I feel about that, Richard. Why do you think, THE ONLY way I let you dick me down involves your hands being restrained? I need to go work, enjoy your pancakes.

[I grabbed my boots and slipped them on, I didn’t even give him the chance to respond before I checked out the door. I realized half way down the apartment hallway that I had forgotten the sticky notes tucked away. I turned back to walk back into the door and opened it again. I walked straight to the desk and pulled the sticky notes from the drawer and tucked them into my pockets.]

I forgot something.

“Better the devil you know than the devil you don't Easy to give up control, but you know that I won't”

[I quietly moved from @AShotgunblast’s hold and tip-toed quietly out of the room, grabbing a button down shirt from the floor as I quickly cover up as I left the room. I made my way to his desk and started flipping through the files in his bag, checking for any recognizable names I’d need to send a heads up to Mal in case of potential exposure risks. I also wanted to search and see if any updates had been found on my Aunt Roma’s murder case that would lead to me finding out who the Gypsy hunter is. Nothing. I set the bag back carefully as my eyes watched the door for movement and I listened out for sound. I pulled up the laptop and typed in combinations of passwords I knew @Ashotgunblast had used in the past. I got through the initial login but the second for the database was a tougher crack. It took me longer than I felt it should have to realize he used my birthday for the code.]

What a stalker…

[I whispered under my breath as I typed in my Aunt Roma’s name and started scrolling through trying to find any information attached. Nothing new came across the screen.I cleared the search and looked up Niko’s information. I jumped when I heard @ashotgunblast walk up behind me. I was busted and wasn’t even going to lie about it.]

Should’ve found a tougher passcode than MY birthday. You know my nosy ass is gonna look shit up.

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reprobateubeg4 · 3 years

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{I was still fixated on piling the different toppings laid out in front of me. This man provided so many choices it was like being at the Diner. *Internal gasp* This man be trying to keep from going to the diner anymore. No more midnight pancakes, he be wanting midnight Kenzi. Touché bruh. Touché.

I plucked a few strawberries and dropped them over the plate. I sprayed and covered the plate with whipped cream until there was no pancake seen in sight. I sprinkled in some freshly cut banana pieces. My plan for the finale topping was a thick drizzle of Nutella over it all. I scooped a spoon of Nutella and dropped it in a bowl. I microwaved it just enough to melt it a bit. When I brought it back to the island I scooped the spoon back through to scoop up and drizzle the Nutella over my whipped cream cloud of pancakes. It was then that I finally took the time to focus on answering your question.}

Nothing too exciting. Just some info on some guy that’s looking for my dad. Learned that he has a trick knee and an old stab wound from prison in his left side. Now if the mother fucker walks up on me again, I’m ready for him.

{The last of my words came out in thick anger. I was angry. I finished my drizzle and let myself calm by the distraction of how beautifully delicious my pancakes looked. I could feel Dick’s eyes on me, wanting me to explain. He was good at reading even when I wasn’t obvious but I could feel the burn of his eyes, the protectiveness and the unsaid words of “What the fuck, Kenzi?! What do you mean walks up on you again? What happened? What’d he do?” I scooped a finger of whipped cream and leaned over the island to wipe it over his lips before claiming a kiss to attempt to distract him completely from furthering the conversation.}

“Better the devil you know than the devil you don't Easy to give up control, but you know that I won't”

[I quietly moved from @AShotgunblast’s hold and tip-toed quietly out of the room, grabbing a button down shirt from the floor as I quickly cover up as I left the room. I made my way to his desk and started flipping through the files in his bag, checking for any recognizable names I’d need to send a heads up to Mal in case of potential exposure risks. I also wanted to search and see if any updates had been found on my Aunt Roma’s murder case that would lead to me finding out who the Gypsy hunter is. Nothing. I set the bag back carefully as my eyes watched the door for movement and I listened out for sound. I pulled up the laptop and typed in combinations of passwords I knew @Ashotgunblast had used in the past. I got through the initial login but the second for the database was a tougher crack. It took me longer than I felt it should have to realize he used my birthday for the code.]

What a stalker…

[I whispered under my breath as I typed in my Aunt Roma’s name and started scrolling through trying to find any information attached. Nothing new came across the screen.I cleared the search and looked up Niko’s information. I jumped when I heard @ashotgunblast walk up behind me. I was busted and wasn’t even going to lie about it.]

Should’ve found a tougher passcode than MY birthday. You know my nosy ass is gonna look shit up.

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reprobateubeg4 · 3 years

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{I found sticky notes to scribble down some of the notes and info I had found and tucked them away in the drawer when. @ashotgunblast called out that he was done with his pancakes. Damn. I thought his pancakes would distract him a little longer. I dropped my knees from the chair slowly, my eyes scanning to make sure I got the most important information that I could before I closed out and logged out of the program completely. I tucked the sticky notes away, hidden out of view especially if Dick went looking, but where I knew they’d be when I’d go to collect them later. I checked myself in the mirror. I posed around trying to find “the look” I wanted in this shirt, but damn it didn’t matter I just looked damn good no matter the face or pose I gave while wearing this shit. I kept to the one button in the middle, letting just enough show of my panties on the low end and just enough to give a peep show of tit or side if I forward too far. I gave a playful hyped bounced step towards the kitchen as I hopped the barstool to the island. I stole a strawberry off the plate and brought it to my lips to take a bite, slurping at the unexpected juiciness off it when catches me off guard. I free hand circles around at the spread of toppings laid out as my hand with the strawberry tries to catch the strawberry juice dripping down my chin as I speak.]

Why do I feel like this was planned? Did you already plan breakfast date? You keep shit stocked just in case? That’s some stalker shit, Detective. I bet you be fantasizing about licking Nutella off my tits..

[I reach over to scoop a finger through the tub of Nutella and bring it to my lip to suck my finger clean as I figure out what all I want on my pancakes.]

“Better the devil you know than the devil you don't Easy to give up control, but you know that I won't”

[I quietly moved from @AShotgunblast’s hold and tip-toed quietly out of the room, grabbing a button down shirt from the floor as I quickly cover up as I left the room. I made my way to his desk and started flipping through the files in his bag, checking for any recognizable names I’d need to send a heads up to Mal in case of potential exposure risks. I also wanted to search and see if any updates had been found on my Aunt Roma’s murder case that would lead to me finding out who the Gypsy hunter is. Nothing. I set the bag back carefully as my eyes watched the door for movement and I listened out for sound. I pulled up the laptop and typed in combinations of passwords I knew @Ashotgunblast had used in the past. I got through the initial login but the second for the database was a tougher crack. It took me longer than I felt it should have to realize he used my birthday for the code.]

What a stalker…

[I whispered under my breath as I typed in my Aunt Roma’s name and started scrolling through trying to find any information attached. Nothing new came across the screen.I cleared the search and looked up Niko’s information. I jumped when I heard @ashotgunblast walk up behind me. I was busted and wasn’t even going to lie about it.]

Should’ve found a tougher passcode than MY birthday. You know my nosy ass is gonna look shit up.

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reprobateubeg4 · 3 years

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I’ve got nothing to tell you that’s remotely interesting, or that you don’t already know.

{The pull of my hair and the jerk forward of my lips to his I let a small groan escape as he pulled from me to walk to the kitchen. I nearly lost my balance in my stance of the chair. He wanted me to give more information but I couldn’t. There really wasn’t anything I could give him. Nothing worth a damn anyway. I turned back to the computer, with @ashotgunblast busy with breakfast I could continue my snooping without him over my shoulder.

I curled my knees to my chest in the loosely buttoned shirt of @ashotgunblast’s. My fingers moved swiftly over the keys as I searched for any and every file on Niko in existence to find anything to use against him if he tracked me down again.}

“Better the devil you know than the devil you don't Easy to give up control, but you know that I won't”

[I quietly moved from @AShotgunblast’s hold and tip-toed quietly out of the room, grabbing a button down shirt from the floor as I quickly cover up as I left the room. I made my way to his desk and started flipping through the files in his bag, checking for any recognizable names I’d need to send a heads up to Mal in case of potential exposure risks. I also wanted to search and see if any updates had been found on my Aunt Roma’s murder case that would lead to me finding out who the Gypsy hunter is. Nothing. I set the bag back carefully as my eyes watched the door for movement and I listened out for sound. I pulled up the laptop and typed in combinations of passwords I knew @Ashotgunblast had used in the past. I got through the initial login but the second for the database was a tougher crack. It took me longer than I felt it should have to realize he used my birthday for the code.]

What a stalker…

[I whispered under my breath as I typed in my Aunt Roma’s name and started scrolling through trying to find any information attached. Nothing new came across the screen.I cleared the search and looked up Niko’s information. I jumped when I heard @ashotgunblast walk up behind me. I was busted and wasn’t even going to lie about it.]

Should’ve found a tougher passcode than MY birthday. You know my nosy ass is gonna look shit up.

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reprobateubeg4 · 3 years

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I’ve got nothing new that’s why I’m asking you. Pfft.. Like I would tell anybody I got information from you.

[My eyes move from the screen and my head turns to look over with a smirk as I curl into the chair to fully face you.]

That, would lead to how, AND then I’d have to admit to seducing you, which could seriously lower my street cred. Or it could lead to humiliating you because then your little cop buddies would find out you have a thing for loud troublemakers that carry knives AND…

[I moved in the chair on my knees and leaned in close to whisper against @ashotgunblast’s lips]

that YOU enjoy being in handcuffs..

[I let out a soft laugh and peck a kiss before pulling back to look at @ashotgunblast’s face.]

Besides paybacks a bitch, Dick, you made me an informant back in the day, The least you could do is return the favor.

[My fingers traced along his chest as my eyes met his and a cheesy smile moved over my features.]

AND maybe.. make me some pancakes?

“Better the devil you know than the devil you don't Easy to give up control, but you know that I won't”

[I quietly moved from @AShotgunblast’s hold and tip-toed quietly out of the room, grabbing a button down shirt from the floor as I quickly cover up as I left the room. I made my way to his desk and started flipping through the files in his bag, checking for any recognizable names I’d need to send a heads up to Mal in case of potential exposure risks. I also wanted to search and see if any updates had been found on my Aunt Roma’s murder case that would lead to me finding out who the Gypsy hunter is. Nothing. I set the bag back carefully as my eyes watched the door for movement and I listened out for sound. I pulled up the laptop and typed in combinations of passwords I knew @Ashotgunblast had used in the past. I got through the initial login but the second for the database was a tougher crack. It took me longer than I felt it should have to realize he used my birthday for the code.]

What a stalker…

[I whispered under my breath as I typed in my Aunt Roma’s name and started scrolling through trying to find any information attached. Nothing new came across the screen.I cleared the search and looked up Niko’s information. I jumped when I heard @ashotgunblast walk up behind me. I was busted and wasn’t even going to lie about it.]

Should’ve found a tougher passcode than MY birthday. You know my nosy ass is gonna look shit up.

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reprobateubeg4 · 3 years

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[I rolled my shoulders and stretched my neck to pop it before I gave a response. Mostly to give myself time to think through my words.]

A few things. Like if you’ve find the asshole that murdered my Aunt. Looks like not a damn thing has happened or you’ve got it hidden. And..

[I straightened in the chair when the screen loaded with Niko’s information. Current records and arrest sheet. Warrants. Everything. My fingers clicked to pull up the most recent jail and arrest record.]

And this bastard, Niko Lipovsky. My dad’s old business partner. Apparently my dad owes him money, but dad’s skipped town so now this asshole found out I’m in town and came for me the other day. Monster scared him off but I’m not getting caught off guard again. I’m looking for a medical file from his most recent prison stint. There’s no fucking way that idiot made it years without injuries.

[My eyes briefly left the screen to look up at @ashotgunblast with a quick flash of a grin before returning to the screen.]

A girl’s gotta stay safe y’know.

“Better the devil you know than the devil you don't Easy to give up control, but you know that I won't”

[I quietly moved from @AShotgunblast’s hold and tip-toed quietly out of the room, grabbing a button down shirt from the floor as I quickly cover up as I left the room. I made my way to his desk and started flipping through the files in his bag, checking for any recognizable names I’d need to send a heads up to Mal in case of potential exposure risks. I also wanted to search and see if any updates had been found on my Aunt Roma’s murder case that would lead to me finding out who the Gypsy hunter is. Nothing. I set the bag back carefully as my eyes watched the door for movement and I listened out for sound. I pulled up the laptop and typed in combinations of passwords I knew @Ashotgunblast had used in the past. I got through the initial login but the second for the database was a tougher crack. It took me longer than I felt it should have to realize he used my birthday for the code.]

What a stalker…

[I whispered under my breath as I typed in my Aunt Roma’s name and started scrolling through trying to find any information attached. Nothing new came across the screen.I cleared the search and looked up Niko’s information. I jumped when I heard @ashotgunblast walk up behind me. I was busted and wasn’t even going to lie about it.]

Should’ve found a tougher passcode than MY birthday. You know my nosy ass is gonna look shit up.

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reprobateubeg4 · 3 years

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“Better the devil you know than the devil you don't Easy to give up control, but you know that I won't”

[I quietly moved from @AShotgunblast’s hold and tip-toed quietly out of the room, grabbing a button down shirt from the floor as I quickly cover up as I left the room. I made my way to his desk and started flipping through the files in his bag, checking for any recognizable names I’d need to send a heads up to Mal in case of potential exposure risks. I also wanted to search and see if any updates had been found on my Aunt Roma’s murder case that would lead to me finding out who the Gypsy hunter is. Nothing. I set the bag back carefully as my eyes watched the door for movement and I listened out for sound. I pulled up the laptop and typed in combinations of passwords I knew @Ashotgunblast had used in the past. I got through the initial login but the second for the database was a tougher crack. It took me longer than I felt it should have to realize he used my birthday for the code.]

What a stalker…

[I whispered under my breath as I typed in my Aunt Roma’s name and started scrolling through trying to find any information attached. Nothing new came across the screen.I cleared the search and looked up Niko’s information. I jumped when I heard @ashotgunblast walk up behind me. I was busted and wasn’t even going to lie about it.]

Should’ve found a tougher passcode than MY birthday. You know my nosy ass is gonna look shit up.

#Spotify

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“But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here. I don't care if it hurts. I wanna have control”

[Padded knuckles collided with the punching bag. Music blared against the air pods placed in my ears. Sweat dripped down my face as my biceps burned from anger and stress. I was trying my hardest to let out the heavy bag. I felt a hand move over my back. I ignored it at first, perhaps someone just letting me know they were stepping behind me and for not to step back. Most of the others had witnessed me losing my shit on Brody the last time he came that they generally left me alone. The hand on my lower back became a slow drop to the curve of my ass, palming with a squeeze and I held the strike to the bag, sliding my fist up the bag so that when I reared back my elbow would hopefully make the strike.]

Don’t FUCKING touch me!

[I heard some deep tones mumble beneath the volume of the earphones in my ear. The hand didn’t move. When the song ended and the silence before the next I heard “Bro, she ain’t the one.” “Nah, this small fry, I’m not worried.” I jerked in a turn and elbowed his throat. I pushed my palms to his chest to offset his balance and ducked low to kick his ankles out from under him. My air pods fell out of my ears from the movements. I moved over him, pulling the gloves from my hands before I started striking his face with bare knuckles, the pain bringing more of a sensation of releasing tension than the gloves allowed. I stopped when it was unclear if it was my blood or his that covered his face.]

Did no one ever tell you, the smallest people have the most rage?! DONT EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME!

[I pushed to my feet and picked up my air pods, gloves, and scooped my gym bag from the floor, slinging it over my shoulder without another word as I walked out of the gym before Enzo or Jackie stopped me to talk about it. I knew it would probably track back to them or Tommy eventually but I needed to calm and clear my head. I came to the gym to clear my head but that didn’t seem to be a thing. I tossed the bag in the passenger seat as I slid into the driver seat. I started the engine, no destination planned but I shifted into drive and drove. I drove through and ended at my Aunt Roma’s house. The police tape still plastered the property. Detective Dick said police had searched the house up and down, gathering all the evidence. It was declared officially cleared but they left everything. I parked at the gate and walked to squeeze myself through the opening in the partially open gate. My sneakers crunched against the broken glass. The burn stain from the line severing was still present. Pain burned through my chest at the sight of it. I moved on to her office where she conducted her psychic services. My eyes stared at the crystal pieces all around, some shattered from the attack, some from the lack of care of evidence gathering. I grabbed a box and collected the crystals that were still intact. The few crystal balls Aunt Roma still had were black coated. I raised one to bring it closer to my face, pressing my nose to the crystal.]

De ce ma orbi?

[Romanian words fell from my lips. I never thought I would feel so frustrated to be blackened out. It should’ve made my life easier. Right? My forehead pressed to the crystal as I let a tear escape down my cheek. I felt lost. Striving on a constant to fit in and the only part of me that felt natural and semi-normal, whatever that means was not allowed to exist. I threw the crystal ball to the wall with a scream of frustration escaping. My hands jerked up to block my face as the glass shattered and flew back towards me. Small glass shard piece found my palms. I plucked a shard free and watched the blood drip from the incision it left. I lifted the crystal piece to see it clear without the blackened shroud. I finished clearing the glass from my hands and found another crystal ball. I lifted it to the desk. I curled my hands into fists to make the blood surface to the cracks in my skin. I wiped the blood over the crystal and watched as the shroud cleared. Only partially. There was a figure and the words “Danger.” Appeared before the crystal darkened again.]

Magia sângelui

[Blood magic. That’s what I was reduced to? I mean it was how I severed the ties but it wasn’t anything I knew enough about to use. Reading the old books was definitely going to need to happen. I walked out of the house and squeezed back through the gate to my car. I was stopped when I heard a voice call out. “Kenzington?! Kenzington Rasputin?!” The tension rose in my shoulders. I hated my first name. The only people that used it knew my parents or were J Ratchet’s parents. I turned to look in the direction of the voice calling out, an older man. One I didn’t really recognize. I started to step close but instantly felt panic that stopped me in my steps. Why? I didn’t know. “ты так сильно вырос” My hand tapped and fumbled for the door handle as my heart pounded hard. I felt like a frightened child and could not calm myself enough to think about who was talking to me, or why I was actually scared.]

Извини кто ты?

[Russian slipped out as response to his words of talking about me having grown. It was clear he was from my past, but I couldn’t place it. He gave a laugh as he stepped even closer. “You don’t remember me? It’s Uncle Niko.” Suddenly my memory flooded back. Uncle Niko. My dad’s best friend who he claimed was like a brother. The boogeyman of my childhood. The man who stole my childhood innocence and destroyed anything that made me remotely happy when I was younger. The only good he did for me was becoming the reason I got to live with Grandmama when I was finally removed from my parents at the age of eight. At least until I was fourteen. The rage moved through me, the fear no longer presented.]

Why the fuck are you here?

[He gave a smirk as he reached the steps he needed to have me within reach. “Looking for you. Heard you were in town. Can’t find your Dad, he owes me money. Figured you would be visiting one of these gypsy bitches.” I shook my head.]

Fuck off. I don’t know where he is. He fucked off and owes every-fucking-body money, so does mom, both of them are probably hiding out in Mexico or some shit or maybe they went to hide back home in Mother Russia.

[My tone of the last few words were thick with a Russian accent, an attempt at how my father used to say it. Niko raised a hand to brush the back of his hand to my cheek. I slapped his hand away and stepped back. “So beautiful. I always knew you’d grow to be so perfect.” It took everything in me to keep the vomit down.]

Seriously. Fuck off, Dude.

[I went to push past him and get into the car to leave. I was stopped by Niko pressing me to the car. I pushed back, the soreness in my muscles made it a weak attempt as I couldn’t get the space I needed to escape. Instead it gave him more advantage to grope. I fought, yelled, catching a hand over my mouth. My hands slapped and clawed at Niko to get some kind of space to fight him off. I was too close to the car to kick free and my arms couldn’t reach any pressure points with how he held me. I heard a bark in the distance and before I knew it Niko was yelling and I was shoved in a hard slam but Niko was yanked back, giving me room to turn around. Monster, Aunt Roma’s black Great Dane had come back from his runaway in the woods. The night she was killed I attempted to take him but he took off into the woods. Not ready to leave his home. I’d been coming to place food in his bowl every day in hopes to get him to bring him back without any sight of him. Thankfully today was the day he decided to make his return. I slumped against the car as I tried to catch my breath. Monster tore into Niko pulling at his pants, wrists, legs anything and everything to drag him away from me. “Get this hellhound off me!” I let it go on a little longer waiting to hear Niko beg for help first.]

Monster! Eliberare, Hai!

[Monster stopped and released his hold on Niko before he walked over to me. He stood guard by my legs and growled as Niko moved to get up. “That’s not Russian, Kenzington.” He laughed as he walked away. “Enjoy the time you have. I’m sure I’ll find you again real soon. I’ll get what I’m owed one way or another.”]

Fuck off.

[I watched him as I moved to get in the car, letting Monster jump in first before I climbed in. I locked the doors and drove, taking the longest way home, speeding through different roads to throw anyone off in case I was followed.]

#Spotify

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reprobateubeg4 · 3 years

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Writing Prompt. TFLN Prompt #Pride🏳️‍🌈 #TheRedDoorsWrite

https://open.spotify.com/track/4pt5fDVTg5GhEvEtlz9dKk?si=rE4EAAl8SmC0Xtz5Yc1goQ&dl_branch=1

[The club was bouncing with people everywhere. There was a mix of people dancing and others watching, perving their movements. Pride seemed to drive a wilder crowd. Those that stayed composed throughout the rest of the year seemed to reserve their energy for the parties and events of Pride came around. There were always chances of orgies happening but this time of the year it seemed to increase. I pulled my IPad and tapped through to the program I use to keep track of the reserved rooms along the VIP hall.

I stepped to the rope, not even taking the time to look up at the bouncer as I waited for him to unclip the rope. When he didn’t move to release the rope for me to walk through I looked up with a raised brow.]

EXCUSE ME! HELLO!

[The bouncer jumped and his eyes tore from the crowd long enough to unclip the rope for me to step through. “Sorry.” I rolled my eyes and walked to the first room. I brought up the information on the Ipad. Reserved. I looked up at the name written and matched it to the name and checked the electronic check-in on my IPad before moving on to the next room. This kind of crowd, I worried about the wildness moving it’s way back here and causing complaints if the reserves were taken before the ones reserving checked into them. The next room checked the same. Reserved. Name matched and checked in. One from inside poked their head out though. “Hey, if I need some things I forgot to put on my list, who do I talk to?” I moved to a different screen on the IPad.]

Found me. Whatchu need?

[The man smiled and said “Nipple clamps, more rope, ball gag… and a cat-o-nine..” I raised a brow. Dude must’ve really under ordered or failed to send in an order at all. I tapped it into the IPad before leaning in.]

Those are the basic essentials in a place like this.

[I looked up from the IPad. “Yeah, yeah I just.. I’m new to this… I guess.” Figured. I nodded and went to walk away but stopped when I heard the man start to speak. “H-hey do you want to join us?” I let out a laugh and shook my head.]

Oh, Sugardick, you don’t have the skills to know what to do with me.

[I laughed a little more before continuing my walk through to check the rooms. I came across a room that was marked “Vacant” on the IPad, no check-in due to the electronic sign-ins remaining disabled until the room was reserved. I heard voices coming from the room. Both feminine from the muffled sounds coming from the room. I stepped close and leaned my ear closer to the door. “Sit on my face” …”okay.” When a muffled scream was heard I pushed through the door. The sight before me was one girl stuffing cake in her mouth, holding her phone at an angle as she sat on what was a face cake before it got smashed. I just stared, frozen in place for a moment. The girl on the cake looked over at me and gave a frosting covered grin “Hi! Happy Pride!” I nodded and backed out of the room.

I pulled my phone out and texted J Ratchet.

<“All I heard was “sit on my face” “okay” then muffled screaming. I’m still disappointed.”>

<“That poor cake.”>

<“I want cake now”>

<“YO, LETS GET MIDNIGHT PANCAKES! THEY HAVE THE RAINBOW ONES RIGHT NOW!”>

After sending the messages I tucked my phone back into my back pocket and continued on to finish verifying and checking the rooms.]

#Spotify

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[I sat back in the passenger seat and buckled the seatbelt over me as he started the car. My mind started to replay the events of the night. The ritual was a flash like flipping through pages or a book or fast forwarding through a movie. I hesitated to tell him anything. Mainly because in my mind it all sounded crazy. To anyone else it probably made no sense at all or was enough to lock me away. I shook my head slowly, leaning against the door, and pressed my head to the passenger window.]

Not really. No. I was just chilling in my apartment doing some reading of some family books and looking through old family photo albums and then.. woke up in the hospital..

[I reached to turn the radio on and turned to a rock station and turned up the volume to drown out any chance for awkward silence. I pulled my arms around me and hugged myself tightly.]

“Screaming out so loud but my words don’t make a sound, tell me can you hear me? Is anybody listening?”

https://open.spotify.com/track/0zAKRYUs44kTyqAKP9bS3S?si=Y5Mz8GkIQpCKtSO8XTFxgA

[I let out a scream but nothing echoed, no sound was heard. I could feel my lips part and the tightening of my chest but no sound left my body. Quick flashes of @AShotgunBlast running towards me with panic written over his features. The closer he came towards me the farther I felt myself fall from him. Was I pulling away? Was I falling? I couldn’t feel...control.. what is happening? Eventually the flashes stopped and I was met with only the silence. I called out anyone.

Grandmama!! Aunt Roma!!... Kenziara?!.... anybody?!

[No one answered. The usually ghostly whispers had vanished. No more murmurs surrounded me. The feel of being surrounded by family was gone. For the first time I actually felt truly alone. The sound of beeps were as I fought to get my eyes to open. The blink was a blur of sight. Bright white lights with a mix of color, a figure sitting next to me that made me flinch. Second blink cleared some of my vision but not completely still a blur but enough to tell me where I was. I wasn’t home but I wasn’t in Heaven or Hell either. By the third blink my brain had caught up to compute what my eyes were taking in. Hospital room and @AShotgunBlast with a worried expression, holding my hand and speaking calming but nervous? I couldn’t describe the emotion in his tone but I also couldn’t fully process what he was saying. I pulled my hand free of his just to place my fingers to his lips.]

Shhh… I’m fine. I just need to go home.

[The doctor knocked on the door and stepped into the room. “Ah, Ms. Rasputin, you’re awake. Had us all scared. Do you know where you are?” I nodded and went through answering questions I had seen doctors on the medical shows ask.]

I’m in the hospital in New York, no I didn’t take any drugs or drink, my name is Kenzington Rasputin, I’d rather not tell you my middle name and if you’re going to use my first name, it’s Kenzi. But I’m sure you’re reading a document that has my full first name.

[I pulled myself to sit up and watched as both men jumped nervously to help me. I swatted my hands at both and gave them both a look. I wanted to tell them both to fuck off but held it back. I just wanted to get out and go home. I felt like shit but it wasn’t medical. I could still feel the disconnection. The flames that burned my family lines and concealed the connection to gypsy line. Felt like every plug to my system was jerked clean without warning. I rubbed my hands over my arms as a cold chill ran over me.]

I got it. I’m good. Can I go home now?

[The doctor shined a flashlight in my eyes, checked my heartbeat and then looked back at my chart before he spoke again. “Have you had seizures in the past?” I made a face as I thought about it. Not that I was aware. Was that what it looked like was happening? Or is that what happened? My brain short circuited itself when the disconnect occurred? Damn. No wonder @AShotGunBlast looked so freaked out. I shook my head slowly.]

Not that I know if. My mom never mentioned any seizures when I was a baby so I don’t know.

[The doctor gave a slow nod and made a note. He took a few more long moments to make any more comments. My guess was he was weighing the options of sending me home, debating medications, or determining if I was lying about my seizure history, and if he cares enough to dig deeper on the subject. “Alright, for now keep an eye on it. Check in with your primary. It’s a good thing your boyfriend brought you in when he did.” The doctor stepped out of the room but as he got to the door I spoke up as his words threw off.]

He is NOT my boyfriend.

[I looked over at @AShotgunBlast with a raised brow as I moved to slip my pants on beneath the gown to keep covered as I changed back into my clothes in front of him.]

Is that what YOU told him. Wow, you’re real fucked in the head huh? We fucked around in High School. HIGH SCHOOL back when we would get High together at school. Until your ass fucked me over. We’re barely friends right now.

[I huffed out of frustration as I turned to pull my bra on and snapped it out of his view before pulling on the shirt I was wearing and my jacket. At least he grabbed on for me. I looked back at him as I ran a hand through my hair.]

I’m sorry. I’m having a really rough and emotional night. Aunt Roma being gone is..

[The tears triggered as they just rolled down my cheeks, my throat tightened. My hand raised to rub the tears from my eyes. I sniffled a bit as I tried to suck back my emotions enough to finish my words.]

Thank you, for helping me, bring me here to save me. Can you take me home though?

[I hugged my arms around myself tightly and shrugged my shoulders.]

I’m just really in my feelings and feeling extra alone because everyone seems to leave or end up dead around me.

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“....And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind?”

https://open.spotify.com/track/7incYqwurl9aXhGe7Zz6yX?si=bGx-v5JeTnmhskoDVQ8Mwg&dl_branch=1

[I woke from the nap I had taken. Part of me was relieved I was alone in a bed that was not my own. Mostly because of the awkwardness of who it belongs to. I pulled my legs from under the sheets and unwrapped myself from them. I pulled in the clothes from the hospital. I peeked out the door to see @ashotgunblast still asleep on the couch. I blew out a breath and grabbed my phone. I tucked my boots beneath my arm and ninja tip toed over around the rooms to the front door and slid out as quietly as possible. Once fully clear of the door I moved to slip on my boots. I used my phone to order and Uber for pick up. I needed to get a shower and clothes and some semblance of normal whatever that meant. After a thirty minute ride with the Uber driver talking in rambles about the city I made it back to my apartment. I nodded with a half attempt at a smile as I climbed out of the car. I climbed the stairs and stopped in front of my door, pausing to take a breath. I pulled my key free from my pocket and unlocked the door. I got the door opened and peeked in as if something would be waiting on the other side. Nothing. I stepped in and locked the door back. I stood and waited, ready to hear the voices of family tell me I was in danger, I failed, the Hunter would find me, that something had gone wrong, it was all just some twisted nightmare, anything. I winced as I waited but only the faint buzz of the air conditioning unit was heard as it clicked on. I shrugged it off and stepped further into the apartment and saw the melted candle wax that coated the floor from the circle of the floor. There goes the dream theory. I stepped to pick up the book left in the floor and read over the pages. Flashes of that night gave for a quick reminder of what I had down. I set the book back in the trunk and locked it, adding the key to my chain. I walked into my bedroom and found a fresh set of clothes, deciding to hit the club to hide into a routine. I pulled off my boots and tossed them aside. I scrubbed a hand over my face, still waiting for the voices to start in, but again, nothing. I showered, taking my time to soak beneath the hot spray as it rinsed through shampoo lathered strands and I scrubbed roughly with the loofa as the memory of blood and kerosene flashed in my mind. I rinsed off the soap and turned off the water once the water ran cold. I gripped a towel to wring through my hair and wrap it for me to dry off with a second towel. I wrapped the second towel around me and stepped out of the shower. I moved to the mirror and wiped a spot clear. My eyes stared for a moment, not at myself, but waited for the reflection of one of the many ghosts that seemed to haunt and taunt me. Nothing. I grabbed my toothbrush and loaded it with toothpaste. I brush my teeth, making faces at myself in the mirror and side eyeing behind me, anticipating the sneak attack of someone popping up. Still nothing. I spit and rinse the toothpaste from my mouth. I reached for my hair dryer and ran it through my hair. Once my hair was dry I tilted my head side to side and moved my hands through it, debating on pulling it back or wearing it down for the day. The pounding headache made the decision for me. Keeping it down would be best for now. I pulled a hair tie on my wrist for a mind change option later. I stepped out and pulled on the clothes I picked out and grabbed my lace up knee highs that I bought specifically to wear at the red doors for the red hidden beneath the laces and sole as well as the knife blade customization I had special ordered for them. I tapped the heel against the ankle trigger for each to check the blade point as they sprang forward.]

Damn, feels like it’s been so long since I’ve worn these.

[I check the points for sharpness before retracting them back in place. I push off the bed and grab my phone and keys. I slip my keycard into the left side within my bra to hide it and place my ear piece in my ear. I walk out of the apartment and lock up. I made a quick drive to the building. I parked far enough away that I could walk but it was unclear which building I was walking into. I walked into the back entrance of the main building and hit the elevator unnoticed. I nonchalantly leaned to the left as I hit the button that required a security card for the elevator to reach. The silence in my head was weird. It had never been this quiet. By now I would’ve heard how lazy of a maneuver that was, or how trashy it was to keep my access card in my bra, or something about watching my back for eyes… the door dinged when the elevator reached and I stepped out. Lost in thought I didn’t see the door as it was swung open until it met my nose in a hard smack.]

AH FUCK!

[“Kenzi.. you okay?” The security guard asked as he held the door open. I held a hand over my nose as I nodded and tried to keep my eyes from watering. It was obvious he felt bad but I couldn’t fault him for me walking right into the door. I kept my stride in a quick pace as I moved my hand to see blood. I quickly covered my nose again. I reached the hallway to the stairs where my office hid. I moved in a causal lean, praying loudly to myself that Cricket wasn’t going to be around the corner when I got through the door. Or that I could dash fast enough to my office to get a door between us if she was creeping around. I listened for the voices in my head. The warnings of danger could’ve stayed. Nothing. Now I was panicking. Not hearing my mother taunt me or remind me I’m a failure was nice but not having grandmama’s warnings of what lies ahead or reminders to “walk tall” was terrifying. I peeked around the corner and took off in a hard sprint to my office, throwing my left side into the scan panel to open the door quickly. I dropped my hand from my face as my eyes feel to the crystal balls. All of them no longer clear, they all looked like they had been burned out and coated in ash even though my office was untouched by anything except what smelled like some heavy duty sanitizer. I walked over to touch over of the crystal balls, no ash coated my fingertips but the ball darkened further.]

That can’t be good.

[I pulled my hand away and moved to clean the blood from my face and wash my hands with tissue and wipes, anything I could find in the drawers of my desk. Once everything is cleaned up and tossed away I turn on my computer. I roll my shoulders and settle into my office.]

Alright back to being working Kenzi, wait that doesn’t sound like I want it too… fuck who am I even talking to? It’s just me now…

[I paused as the last words sunk in deeper than expected. I shook my head and typed, pulling up the schedule and profile system to check for updates.]

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Your place? Mhm.. is this some scheme to get into my pants?

[I straightened my shirt and jacket and pulled my hair back in a high ponytail to keep the sweaty pieces from sticking to my neck. I pulled on my boots and looked up at @ashotgunblast.]

Pizza sound good though, I’m fucking starving.

[I tapped my hand against his jacket for him to lead the way. When the doctor returned with a clipboard of discharge papers I signed through them and followed @ashotgunblast out of the room and down the hallway to the main entrance of the hospital.]

So, why were you creeping at my apartment? Were your Kenzi senses tingling?

[I stopped to the passenger side of the car. I climbed into the car once it was unlocked.]