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Judas Kiss 4 - Mark Lee

Type : Series // Angst // Fluff // Future Smut // Gang!au

Warnings : Violence // Character Deaths // Cussing

Summary : There’s only one rule. You protect your own. None of you had chosen this life, but sticking together was the only way to survive it. When one of you dies and things start going wrong, the boy that saved you once on a whim, might be the only one who can keep you together.

Author Note : Finally an update, thank you for being so patient !! I’m posting this on my birthday and I worked super hard on it so please give this chapter some love and let me know what you think !! (Flashbacks are in italic!!)

Walt’s. A local diner just on the other side of the tunnels, open from 7-11 every single day for the last 50 years. Also the only place King would willingly drink something other than coffee, and even then, only to appease his friends’ worried stares. Yes ‘friend’, perhaps the only true friend King had. He had known Peter Walt since they were teenagers; King followed in his father's footsteps and Walt followed in his - in running the diner. Despite their differences as time went on, they never lost contact, never gave up on each other. Walt was always there to give King a fresh pot of coffee after every rough night and King had always protected the diner from gang activities. King spent most of his days at Walt’s. Having just returned to N.City from a long vacation, he was taking a moment to readjust to the harsh realities of life here; no matter how long he’d been involved in the gang world, he could never fully get used to it.

King was sitting at his usual table, in the back corner by the window, facing the front street. He was sipping on his second cup of black coffee while reading the newspaper and occasionally people-watching.

“That stuff will kill you y'know,” a deep voice came from beside him. He didn’t bother looking up, already knowing whom it belonged to.

“No faster than a bullet would,” he replies indifferently, taking another long sip as if to make a show of it.

“Jesus King, do you have to be so morbid this early in the morning?” The man sat down opposite him, topping up the now empty coffee cup despite his previous warning. His thin figure leaning back on the burnt seats, folding his arms and giving King a cold stare in mock-anger.

“Sorry Walt,” King says, flashing a smirk and putting down the paper so he could talk with his old friend, “how’ve you been?”

While Walt proceeds to fill King in on all the news he’d missed in his time away; his wife’s new craft project redecorating the living room; his nephew’s College acceptance etc etc - King’s attention drifts to the people outside the window. Walt doesn’t mind; he’s known King a long time, aware that despite his seeming uninterest, the ticks of his eyebrows and slight lift of his lips let Walt know he’s listening.

Across the street, sitting on a bench huddled together, were two kids. The taller boy takes a foil-wrapped sandwich out of his coat pocket and hands it over to the younger girl; encouraging her to eat and smiling warmly, but they didn’t look very warm. The winter was fast approaching and there was no way the two could possibly be okay in just those thin coats, King thought. Noticing King’s sudden lack of attention, Walt follows his gaze out the window. Spotting the two kids, he calls over one of his waiters and tells him to take them out two hot chocolates.

“Those poor kids,” Walt starts, shaking his head sadly and watching as his worker made his way over to the two of them, “They’re homeless, I try and give them a drink or some food y’know, whenever I see them; it just doesn’t seem enough.”

King looks back at Walt, his eyes showing slight worry, but keeping his composure. “It’s not safe for young kids like that on the street,” He says, more to himself; looking back through the window. The two kids were sitting closely, sipping on the warm drinks they’d just been given; the taller boy stopping to help the girl roll up her sleeves.

---

“This is the gym.”

It’s the first official day of Mark’s training; you brought him down to the gym on the lower level of the firehouse, ready to show him around.

Down in the pit, there was an old busted up boxing ring, ropes frayed and mat wearing thin.

“That’s the ring, Ty works with us in there,” you explain, walking him around the edges of the gym showing off all the different sections with pride, “he teaches us all these crazy military fighting moves he picked up in Iraq, it will absolutely kill you at first but once you get the hang of it, you’ll feel totally badass!” Mark likes it when you’re excited like this. Your eyes light up and lips stretch into a beautiful smile, one you try to contain by pulling them between your teeth, but fail. It’s obvious how much you love this place, these people. It makes him want to work hard enough to make you proud too.

There’s a row of windows along one of the walls that looks into a room adjacent.

“That’s the ‘shooting range’, it’s kind of small but there’s never more than three of us in there at once,” you explain, opening the side door to show him inside.

There’s a shelf next to a bench, loaded with weapons; rifles, handguns and knives.

“This is Rikky’s I’m guessing?” Mark asks with a chuckle, pointing at the broken skateboard lying by one of the shooting stalls. You giggle along with him and jump on top of the split wood.

“Yup, he always breaks them so he uses the pieces as steps now,” you jump down and stand next to Mark opposite, facing the target sheets on the far end of the room, “Rikky will show you how everything works when you’re in here with him. He may act like an idiot, but he’s the best shot I’ve ever seen.”

“What about you? Mark asks, shifting a little bit closer, “What do you do?” He wasn’t exactly sure what answer he was expecting, considering how he had met you, it honestly could have been anything.

“I am the resident thief,” you say; proudly smiling up at him, “I pick locks and get us in and out of… difficult, places.”

“Ahh so that night at Bangtan’s you were stealing something, no wonder they were mad,” Mark teases, nudging your shoulder playfully and laughing at the way your lips automatically fall out of the smile and into a pout. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! So what exactly will you be teaching me?”

“Nothing now,” you grumbled, turning your face away from him. Mark teased you like Johnny teased you. He knew how to play with you without pushing it too far; it made you feel comfortable, like you’d found a piece of the puzzle that was missing from your heart.

“Nooo, Y/N I’m sorry, please teach me,” he whines, tugging on your arm to get you to face him again.

“I suppose I could show you a trick or two,” you sigh, ready to continue the teasing, but a sound coming from the pit interrupts you both.

“I swear to God Rikky, I’m not in the mood!”

“C’mon big guy, scared you can’t take it? C’mon, hit m… ouch!”

You and Mark look out to see Rikky following Ty around the gym, wearing boxing gloves too big for him and throwing punches into thin air. It was comical watching the two of them; Ty, a 6ft marine, whining and pushing away this tiny string bean of a man full of energy, relentlessly pining for his attention. You both look at each other for a split second before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Y/N!!” Ty called out, getting tired of dealing with Rikky and wanting to get away from him as quickly as possible, “Let’s go on a store a run! NOW!” you giggle again at his impatience.

“Time to save Ty,” you joke, poking Mark in the side when you move away, “I guess you’ll be with Rikky today, do you want anything from the store?”

In the background you can hear Rikky’s incessant chanting, ‘one two punch, one two punch, c’mon Ty just once, I’ve gotten so much better,’ followed by Ty calling out for you again, a heightened sense of urgency to his voice.

“No thanks, I’m think I’m good,” Mark says, feeling a little nervous about being here without you.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you wave goodbye, jumping onto Ty’s back when you reach him in the pit.

“Hey! Don’t forget my hot chocolate this time! It’s cold and you know my stomach is too delicate for that nasty coffee!!” Rikky yells behind you, making Mark laugh quietly, but of course that was his intention. Johnny made him feel at home a lot quicker by making him laugh, so he figured it would do the same thing for Mark.

“Yeah yeah, we got it!” Ty shouts back, halfway out the door already before Rikky can yell any more about his dietary requirements.

---

“Okay Mark let’s shoot some stuff!” Rikky came barrelling into the shooting range, a big smile on his face that in all honesty made Mark a little bit nervous. He’d never even touched a gun before, never thought he’d have to; now he had one of the best shooters around, according to you, showing him the ropes. Rikky grabbed a 9mm pistol off the shelf, checked the magazine and handed it over to Mark. “This is a pretty standard one to start you off with, it’s already loaded so just pull back the slider, aim at the target and,” Rikky moved Mark by the shoulders to stand in front of the target area and patted him on the back in encouragement, “squeeze the trigger.”

Swallowing dryly, Mark raises his arms up and takes aim. It’s a lot heavier than he imagined a gun would be; he almost doesn’t want to look as he pulls the trigger and hears a loud bang that definitely doesn’t sound right. Rikky’s hysterical laughter behind him is a pretty solid tell that he missed the target though.

“Jesus Mark, you might want to try keeping your eyes open next time!” Rikky is hunched over dramatically, still laughing his head off at Mark’s terrible first shot when he turns around.

“That was my first time, let me try again, I can do this,” Mark tried to pump himself up, when Rikky only laughs harder Mark decides he agrees with you - Rikky is a bit of an asshole. After a few more failed attempts and just a few half-decent ones, Rikky steps up to show him how it’s done; and that’s when Mark decides he also agrees that Rikky is one of the best.

“How the hell did you get so good at this!?” Mark asked, in complete shock at how Rikky hits every single shot dead centre. His mouth is gaped open and eyes wide, while Rikky just smirks, loving feeling like he was the best. It had been a while since anyone had had that kind of reaction to his talent.

“I used to run with a real bad crew,” he starts to explain, unloading the gun and putting it back on the shelf, “the kind of people I was with, if you didn’t learn quickly, you were dead .” His whole demeanour shifts slightly, no longer the joking ball of energy Mark had seen before, but now turning serious, almost sad, recalling the memories of his old crew. “It wasn’t like here with us. No one had your back, it was everyone for themselves. No one would come to save your ass if you were in trouble, no one cared. It was…. Dark.” Rikky handed Mark a bottle of water from his gym bag and sat down on one of the benches, Mark following him.

“Honestly, if I hadn’t gotten out when I did, I would be dead right now,”

It was total chaos. People rushing, shouting, shooting in every direction. Johnny grabs you by the arm and quickly pulls you behind a pillar just before a wave of bullets came darting passed your heads.

“KING !!!” Johnny shouts out over all the noise, “KING C’MON !!!”

All of a sudden everything stopped. An unsettling silence followed by the sound of bodies dropping to the ground.

“Okay kids it’s clear,” Lifting your head hesitantly, you see King standing among a pile of now deceased members of ‘The Pythons’, “Johnny, go take a look around back, see if we missed any hostages. Y/N, help me load these bags back into the van.” King ordered you both, grabbing one of the bags filled with cash and supplies, carrying it right out the front door.

“How did he do that?” you wondered out loud.

“C’mon Y/N, you know Kings’ bulletproof,” Johnny sends you a teasing smile before walking away to clear the back rooms. Back when you had first met King, you had been adamant he was some kind of iron man, the way he always managed to survive a shootout. Hence - bulletproof.

A month or so ago King had received a tip about a new crew from out of town, ‘The Pythons’, who were causing trouble. Kidnapping; arson; robbery - they were trying to move in on N.City and they were not being nice about it. It took three weeks to plan the take down; locating their current base; identifying the members and executing the whole thing. You’d rescued roughly 6 teenage girls from one of the storage rooms before it all kicked off. They were bloody and bruised, clothes torn and dirtied; you didn’t even want to think about what kind of things The Pythons made them do. You’re not ashamed to say that you all took great pleasure in putting them down.

Johnny circled round to the back rooms, using the barrel of his gun to push open doors enough to look inside. The door to the last room in the hall was slightly ajar; Johnny raises his gun and takes slow steps forward, ready for a sudden attack. But when he pushes open the door, what he sees is a man cowering in the corner; hands covered in blood and entire body shaking. Johnny recognises him from their surveillance photos, he was new, just a kid not much younger than himself.

“Hey, hey you’re Rikky right?” Johnny asks, crouching down in front of the trembling boy, “I’m Johnny. It’s okay, we’re not going to hurt you.” Rikky’s eyes were heavy and his breathing rapid, “no no no, buddy stay with me, it’s okay we’re getting you out of here! KING A LITTLE HELP!!”

“King carried me out in his arms. Y/N held me in her lap the entire ride back to base. Hell, Johnny wouldn’t stop telling me how it was all going to be okay and how I was safe now - even while I was drifting in and out of consciousness.”

Mark sits in awe listening to Rikky tell his story, he couldn’t imagine the strong, charismatic man in front of him being so broken and vulnerable. Maybe there really was more to the team then met the eye.

“What was Johnny like?” Mark asks carefully, noticing how Rikky’s eyes had started to glass over; but at the mention of Johnny, his whole face lights up.

“Oh man, Johnny...” he suddenly leans back smiling, wiping his eyes and letting out a small chuckle. “Johnny was my brother. Hands down one of the greatest people I have ever met, or ever will meet in my entire life. He dragged me out of that dark place kicking and screaming and put me back together with nothing but a bottle of mountain dew and FIFA,” Mark watches how Rikky’s face softens at the memories, “he..he taught me a lot. Johnny..Johnny was special,” after a beat of silence Rikky starts laughing again, “couldn’t shoot for shit though, still…better than you for a first try.” He nudges Mark’s leg teasingly, trying to lighten the mood.

“Hey! I’ll get better,” Mark promises, not being able to hide his shy smile behind a pout. Rikky reaches out to ruffle his hair before standing up again,

“I know you will, I’ll help you.”

---

There’s old Jazz playing, one of Ty’s vinyl's. King is busy chopping onions while you and Ty unload the groceries when Mark and Rikky walk in.

“Hey you two,” Ty calls out, handing you cups of ramen to put away, “How’d training go?”

You can’t ignore the way your heart skips a few beats when you see Mark walking in; he looks good; he’s smiling and joking with Rikky about something and there’s a small piece inside your chest that just clicks back into place.

“It was interesting,” Rikky answers, playfully shoving Mark towards you, where he instinctively starts helping unload the groceries. It’s cute, you think.

“Scratch that, it was absolutely terrible,” Rikky laughs, sending you a wink when you scowl at his teasing.

“Don’t worry Mark, you’ll get the hang of it in time,” King gives him an encouraging smile that makes Mark feel a more settled. He was still a little nervous around King, but I guess growing up hearing all the stories and legends would do that to you.

“Thank you, S-sir”

You all stifle a giggle, still not used to Mark’s over-politeness, but it was funny seeing him get so flustered over it.

“You don’t have to call me Sir Mark -” King starts,

“Yeah, Grandpa’ is fine,” but Rikky interrupts, earning a slap on the back of the head from King and a laugh from Ty when he dramatically falls to the ground.

“King, is fine Mark, Just call me King.”

You, Rikky and Mark all sit at the island, watching King and Ty cook; Rikky continuing to fill everyone in on their day of training, not leaving out how Mark may have made some new holes in the wall with his first few tries. “Yeah we’re definitely going to need a lot more training with Bangtan on our asses.”

“What exactly is all of this over?” Mark asks, eyes flickering to you next to him, “I mean, there are just so many different rumours.” That makes you smirk slightly. You’ve all heard the rumours, none of them true of course, but it made you feel like you were in some kind of reality show. If your talk with Mark on the way to the base was any indication, you could only imagine what kind of stories were running through his head now.

“You shouldn’t always believe the rumours Mark,” you tease, knowing full well that less than a week ago he was convinced King was some hell-sent demon dropping bodies left and right - when now he was making him spaghetti wearing the baby pink apron Johnny had gotten him for Christmas. While you and Mark lose focus, sending each other teasing looks and nudges, King get’s Rikky to help stir the sauce so he can prepare the spaghetti.

“We’re on good terms with most of N.City,” Ty explains, gaining the both of your attention once again, “Bangtan wanted to try and take one of our clubs-”

“They failed miserably obviously; King’s name’s too strong for them to take down,” Rikky adds, not really paying attention to his assigned kitchen duties and earning another nudge from King.

“They burned down one of our warehouses in retaliation,” you say, watching how intently Mark is listening to everyone.

“...a lot of our allies then cut ties with them, so now,” King finishes explaining, starting to plate up the food, “they’re looking for revenge.

A small silence falls over the room as Mark takes in everything; it’s a lot more straightforward than he’d expected, but nothing has been like how he’d thought it would here.

“They’ve been quiet for a while though,” Rikky turns off the sauce and brings it over to King, “They’re probably planning something.”

“There was nothing quiet about what they did to Johnny.”

Everyone looks at you. You’re staring down Rikky with such a harshness to your eyes that it makes Mark shiver. No one says anything for a moment, before King hands Ty a pair of plates and tells him to set the table.

“We’re going to have a nice, quiet, dinner to welcome Mark into the family - okay?” King’s voice is stern as he directs it at you; you clench your fists in anger that once again he’s pushing what happened to Johnny under the rug. You feel Mark’s warm hand gently tug onto yours, releasing you fists and pulling you towards the table where you all sit to eat.

It’s awkward to say the least, but not for long. Ty quickly bringing up a lighter conversation to try and dull the tension.

“Can you play FIFA Mark? We play a lot of FIFA here in our down time.”

When Mark shakes his head Rikky, who was sitting next to you, hits your shoulder making a joke that ‘I doubt you could be any worse than Y/N.”

“Actually….I remember Y/N absolutely destroying you the more than enough times Rikky,” King jests along with the group, raising his eyebrows and winking at Mark. Rikky’s incessant whining after that making everyone laugh again, nerves a little lesser.

---

Mark’s been training with you all at the base for the last couple of weeks; alternating between working with Rikky in the shooting range; Ty in the boxing ring and you teaching him other useful tricks. Today Mark was with Ty. The last few hours spent dripping in sweat and throwing punch after punch; quick footwork dodging Ty’s advances around the ring.

The gym was silent, bar from the sound of their heavy breathing and hands making contact. It was getting late but Mark kept going; he’d just started noticing improvements and didn’t want to stop.

The gym door opens with a slow squeak as you poke your head through, “Guys,” you call out, finally gaining their attention, “King’s out so we’re ordering pizza for dinner,”

Breathing heavily, Ty takes off his gloves and gives you a thumbs up, “Cool, We’ll wrap up.”

Shooting Mark a quick smile, you disappear again; leaving Mark staring at the door where you were stood. Ty picked up on Mark’s feelings for you pretty quickly, hell, it was obvious as anything even on the first day; he doesn’t miss the way Mark’s focus is still glued to the door even minutes after you’d gone and he’d started packing up.

“You like her,” he says plainly, as if it wasn’t this big secret Mark had been keeping for weeks.

“W-what, I mean, of course she’s great, she…” he looks adorable, cheeks flushed and stuttering over his words, damn he had it bad.

“No,” Ty interrupts, saving him from digging an even bigger hole, “you like like her.” Teasing Mark had become Ty and Rikky’s new favourite hobby, especially when it came to you. Even more so when you were there because of how it would rile you up too; it was all in love but still Ty worried. He cared deeply for you and didn’t want to see you hurt again.

Mark was just standing there, speechless, in front of Ty. Was he really that obvious?

“Look kid, I can see you care about her,” Seems he was, “but you need to be careful.”

“What do you mean?” Mark asks. You were one of the strongest people he’d ever met so Ty’s warning confused him.

“You’ve heard about Johnny?” Mark nods, “Well, when he died Y/N took it really hard, she was the one who found him,”

Johnny had been gone for a while and you were already running late for the mission, “King I’m going to grab Johnny!” you yell out before running out the door, picking up the discarded umbrella Johnny had left behind, and heading out in the rain.

The tunnels to the city are empty, as they usually are, but something about tonight made you feel on edge. Something was wrong. You didn’t get paranoid; living on the streets had taught you plenty about walking around in the dark; so why were you feeling so off?

The city is just as bad. There’s an eerie silence that makes the hairs of your arms stand up; again, normal, but something was definitely wrong

You start running through the streets, taking a few twists and turns till you get to where the store is; and then you see him.

You weren’t crying. Not yet. Why was he lying in the street? Maybe he fell asleep? He was gaming pretty late last night, yeah, he just fell asleep in the middle of the road in the pouring rain like an idiot. Yeah.

You’re frozen. You don’t want to move any closer, if you stay right here then everything will be fine, then Johnny will just be asleep, everything will be okay. But the rain is getting heavier by the minute and he’s getting wet, why isn’t he waking up if he’s getting soaked?

With slow steps you move forward, vision blurring when you see the ground is stained a deep red. You shake and whimper at the sight. He’s on his back, staring blankly at the sky, letting the rain wash away the blood surrounding him.

You take out your phone and call King.

“K-king,”

“Y/N where are you guys, we missed the….”

“K-king.” You can’t bring yourself to say it, that would make it real. You don’t need to though, just hearing your voice King knows something’s wrong and says he’s coming.

When they get there, you’re sitting on the floor, cradling Johnny’s head in your lap, combing his hair with your fingers and begging for him to wake up.

King, Ty and Rikky stand there, frozen just as you were, watching the scene. It was heart-breaking.

“Y/N,” King’s voice is soft behind you, he reaches for your shoulder but you’re quick to pull away, not wanting to be dragged into reality just yet.

“No!” you yell, “Johnny’s not waking up,” Your trying to keep your voice steady but all that’s coming out are whimpers, “He’s getting wet King, he needs to wake up,”

“Y/N,” Ty repeats, coming to kneel beside you, trying to get you to look at him. Rikky stays back, still in shock, unsure of what to do or how to help. He can’t see Johnny like that.

“Y/N we need to go, it’s not safe here,” Ty reaches for you but you push him back harshly, you can’t just leave him there.

“I said No!”

Ty looks up to King, his own eyes glazing over as well. When King gives him a subtle nod, he wraps his arms around your waist and forcefully pulls you away. He’d hear your screams every day for the rest of his life. Feel the hits and punches you attack him with every day. Remember the look on your face, before he wrapped you around him like a koala and pressed your head into his neck, forever. He carries you passed Rikky, back towards the base, taking you as far as possible so you didn’t have to see anymore.

King reaches down to close Johnny’s eyes, placing a hand on his forehead gently and choking back his own sobs. Rikky finally makes his way over and mutters out an ‘oh god,’ he’d seen plenty of bodies before, many worse off than Johnny’s, but it’s different when it’s your own brother on the ground.

“Let’s get him out of here.” King says blankly, turning to his ‘boss’ persona, keeping his feelings hidden.

“She passed out on the way back here,” Ty explains, “She didn’t wake up for two days; refused to leave her room for another two after that, then when she was finally getting back to herself, she went to Bangtans’.” Ty keeps his head down. It’s hard for him to think about that day, but Mark needed to know, to understand. You weren’t as strong as you seemed.

“Jesus,” Mark whispered, hearing about Johnny’s death for the first time, “They were close then? She always mentions him but never really talks about him too much,”

Ty nods eagerly, “Oh yeah they were each other’s other half's,” he goes on to explain, “they met in a foster home when they were just kids, apparently the place was a real shit show, tons of abuse, so they ran away. Lived on the streets till King found them. They’ve only had each other their whole lives - when Y/N lost Johnny, it was like she lost a part of herself.”

Taking a deep breath, Ty gets up and grabs his stuff, throwing Mark a water bottle in the process. When he’s packing up his gym bag, Mark spots a photo of a girl next to Ty, “Is she on the team too?” he asks curiously, he hadn’t heard any other names being mentioned.

“No uh, that’s Beth,” Ty grabs the photo and hands it over for Mark to get a closer look, “my little sister.” There’s a hint of sadness in his voice as he tells Mark about his sister, the reason he joined the team.

Walt’s is busy today. In the back corner at his usual table, King is waiting for Ty.

“Are you King?” Ty asks nervously, sitting at the table when he’s given a nod in confirmation and handing over a photo. “This is my sister Beth. I heard you could help me find her.”

King takes the photo in his hands and looks at the young girl, Beth, who couldn’t be much younger than you, he already knows he’s going to help but he needs to know more.

“What happened to her?”

With a nervous shuffle, Ty opens up his phone and shows King the messages between him and his sister, “I just got back from the Army and I get these messages, she says she’s coming to N.City with some new ‘friends’, and no ones seen or heard from her since.” King quietly listens, looking at the texts filled with emojis and kisses, swallowing hard when it reminds him of you. “She’s my little sister and she’s in trouble.”

“And why do you think I can help you? There are hundreds of people in the city and they’re not exactly the ‘friendly’ type,” Just as King starts to ask more questions, making Ty a little nervous, the door to the diner chimes open followed by a ‘Hey Uncle Walt!’

You and Johnny spot King at his table and immediately make a b-line to join him.

“Hey King, who’s this?” Johnny asks, shuffling next to Ty in the booth while you sit opposite next to King.

“I’m Ty,” he introduces himself, pocketing his phone feeling more nervous about this meeting than he had when he first walked in here.

“Ty needs our help finding his sister,” King explains, “She came to the city with friends a few weeks ago and hasn’t been seen since.”

“We can help!” Johnny buts in, giving Ty a warm smile, you eagerly doing the same, prodding King with your elbow to get him to speak.

“We’ll help you.”

“We looked for Beth for weeks but found nothing,” Mark almost regrets asking, seeing the look on Ty’s face, “That’s why I’m so protective over Y/N, I can’t lose another sister.”

“I won’t hurt her Ty,” Mark says, looking him in the eye, “I’ll protect her.”

“I know Mark.”

---

It must have been passed midnight when Mark woke up on the couch; training most days with Ty was exhausting him, but he could definitely see the changes it was making too. He forces himself to get up and make his way to his actual bed.

Dragging himself down the hall with heavy steps, Mark passes your room, noticing the door was open. Inside, you’re lying on your side tucked into Ty’s chest. His nose buried in your hair and arm hanging on your waist.

“Don’t worry about that,” Rikky’s voice came from behind him, noticing how Mark was just standing outside of your door looking flustered, “Y/N gets night terrors.” Rikky leans against the doorframe next to Mark, watching silently as you nuzzle further into Ty, searching for warmth.

“Johnny used to sleep in with her; since they went through stuff together on the streets, he could always calm her down. Since he died they’ve been getting worse, so Ty does it” he explains quietly.

Mark looks over at your sleeping figure again and notices the way you keep stirring, then he notices the way Ty holds you tighter each time you do and he can’t hide the slight jealousy that washes over him.

“She’s got it bad for you anyway dude,” Rikky teases, “she gets all googly eyed and mushy, it’s kind of gross,” he makes a disgusted face and they both laugh silently.

---

“Jesus Mark what did you do!?” you yell slightly, seeing Mark hunched over on the couch holding an ice pack to his face.

“I hit the practice dummy too hard and it hit me back,” he laughs at himself, it really was pitiful. Shaking your head your head you grab the first aid supplies and sit next to him, “at least it’s practice for when I really get punched.”

“Don’t make those jokes,” you can’t help but laugh a little with him though, how was he so clumsy? Since he’s been here he’s hurt himself half a dozen times already and that’s not including the training. “I’m sorry,” you whisper after the giggles have died down, taking the ice pack off of him and applying ointment to the bruise, “...for dragging you into this mess I mean, I’m sure this isn’t exactly what you wanted.” As much as you love having Mark around, you couldn’t help feeling incredibly guilty for bringing him into this life, no one chooses to be here, Mark’s only in danger because you were stupid enough to get caught at Bangtan’s, this was your fault.

“Hey,” he grabs your hand to make you stop and focus on him instead of his wounds, “I wasn’t going anywhere in N.City, I didn’t have anything, at least now I have you,” you both stared into each others eyes for a beat, cheeks slowly growing flushed ‘till you can’t help but let your eyes fall to his lips.

“...The team… I mean,” he covers nervously.

“Oh, yeah of course.”

“How exactly did you get involved with this stuff?” Mark asks, trying to talk about something, anything, that would stop his ears from burning.

“There’s this diner in the city called ‘Walt’s’, when Johnny and I were on the streets, the owner would give us free drinks and stuff; then King noticed us and started getting us meals each day…”

“Johnny I don’t want to,” you were pulling on his arm, desperately trying to drag him the opposite direction, “that’s KING, the scary guy from the stories, it’s not safe Johnny!”

He agreed with you, but it had been days since you’d last had proper food and it would be a while yet before you could again.

“It will be okay,” he turns to you and kneels down to your level, holding your hands, “We need food Y/N, he’s Walt’s friend so he can’t be that scary right?” Johnny could always calm you down, it was like his super power, no matter the situation he would always make you feel safe and protected. “Besides, I’ll be with you the entire time, I’ll keep you safe.” Maybe he was just your superhero.

After a few meals with King, you both opened up to him exponentially. Like Johnny had promised, he stayed by your side and you both soon realised King wasn’t even half as scary as what people thought - at least not to you. Truthfully, King had started to see you both as his children; eating dinner together almost every day for years, it became harder and harder for him to watch you walk back into the streets afterwards. For some reason he felt the strong need to protect you both. Maybe he saw the innocence that still lingered somewhere beneath all the trauma and shattered glass. That’s when he decided he was going to take you in.

“...He took us in, gave us beds; clothes; food. He got Johnny the Xbox and taught us how to cook. He’s basically our father,” you smile. King really had done so much for you, sometimes you forget.

“Do you miss Johnny?” ‘Stupid question Mark of course she does’ he thinks as soon as he says it.

You look at him again and nod once, you never really talk about Johnny as him with anyone. Sure you’ve mentioned him in stories, much like the others had, but talking just about Johnny was hard, because it’s just a reminder of how you don’t have him anymore.

“So much,” you decide you won’t cry in front of Mark, he makes you feel safe, “he is my favourite person. He was the ‘rock’ of the team, everyone could go to him with any problem, anything at all, and he’d make it better. He brought us all together.”

This Christmas sucked. You all failed a mission two days before, leaving you all pretty beaten up; King was busy with meetings all day, the fridge was empty and none of you could stand long enough to get anything. Everyone was in a mood; hungry; tired and just over it.

“Right!” Johnny suddenly announces, hobbling up from the couches you were all sprawled across, “FIFA tournament, now! Rikky and Y/N vs Me and Ty, Winners get to choose the movie for movie night for the whole of January!”

Despite the initial reluctance, you all agreed and after a few rounds, it made things better. Suddenly the four of you were full of energy, hyping each other up and having to remember not to jump too quick on your bruised legs when you scored. Laughter, cheers and shouting soon filled the dull room.

“What’s with all the noise?!” King shouts, smiling when he walks in to see all of you huddled together around the tv, “I bought Ramen!” he shouts again, finally gaining your attention.

“...we ate ramen and played games all night that year; Johnny turned one of the worst Christmases in to the best, just by using his stupid football game as a way to make us watch 27 dresses every week for a month,”

Mark puts a hand on yours and rubs circles over your knuckles as you talk, still sitting impossibly close, he could feel you pouring your heart out to him and he was going to catch every piece of it.

“Can I speak to Mark for a moment please Y/N,” King had appeared behind you both and was giving you the look that told you to leave. You give Mark a sad smile before going, missing the warmth of his touch the second it’s gone.

“How are you doing Mark?” King asks, taking your place on the couch, though not sitting nearly as close as you were. “You’ve improved a lot, I’m proud of you.”

There was something to the way King had said it that made Mark feel good, he was proud of himself too, he was truly happy here.

“Thank you King Sir,” King smiles softly at the boy who still can’t seem to stop calling him ’Sir’, but he’d given up trying to correct him, he was starting to get used to it.

“Now Mark, I think you know by now that Y/N is like my daughter, she’s very precious to me,” it felt like he was about to get ‘the talk’ so Mark swallows dryly and nods along in agreement, “Y/N cares deeply for you, that makes you important to me too. I hope you know that whatever happens, you are apart of this family, you will always have a home here, that is a promise.”

Mark felt like he could cry. King was looking at him with such sincerity, opening his arms and welcoming him into his home, into his life - he’d never felt so at home before and it was overwhelming. To be wanted somewhere, to be apart of something.

“T-thank you, I-I, just thank you for everything,” Mark says, holding back the tears and smiling at the man who was giving him a fresh start in life, a life with meaning.

“If you’re thankful, how about helping me make tonight's dinner son, I’ll teach you how to make my famous Risotto,” King stands and gestures for Mark to follow, leaning in and whispering teasingly, “it’s Y/N’s favourite.”

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venactricisfics · 7 years

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What’s Life Without A Little Risk?

Negan X OC, Smut, Oral, Negan-like language. Continuation of Unexpected.

@negans-network @neganmorgan @mypapawinchester @jeffreynegan @ask-kakashihatake

I relax against the door of my Sanctuary apartment. The walk of shame wasn’t much different now than it was before. But this time I wasn’t really ashamed. I probably should be. He was ‘married’. Though I guess there was no divorce court or did it count that the man had a dozen wives.

And I sure as shit wasn’t gonna be one. Not that he’d asked.

I wipe the sweat and the judgmental look from my face. We all do what we have to do to survive. I hadn’t done that. But I saw the appeal. It would be easier to just latch on to someone that could protect you when you couldn’t fight for yourself. But me? I was just too damn independent. And I’d fought long before the shit show began.

Quickly I changed and brushed my teeth. I needed to get out of the Sanctuary for at least a couple hours. Clear my head. Flashes of his lips, his hands invade my thoughts at every turn. I suck in a breath and slide my piece in its holster at my hip. My finger softly tracing the carving on the butt. The one that reminded me the gun I carried was Negan’s. Not mine. I was alive in his good graces. Could be dead if that’s what he wanted.

I suck in a breath and step outside my apartment door. Groaning when I see Fat Joey walking my direction. In no mood for him or anyone else, I start to turn the opposite direction.

He’s the only other one that knows. Joey has a big goddamn mouth. Fuck!

“Hey, Joey,” I offer a smile in his direction. He grins stupidly looking down at me. “I need you to do me a favor.”

“OK?” he replies, “You’re one of Negan’s girls now. Whatever you want.”

Heat flashes across my face, “I am NOT one of Negan’s girls.” I pull my gun and shove the man against the wall, barrel pressed hard against Joey’s temple. “You tell any-fucking-body about what happened with me and him, and I will kill you.”

I’d never done anything like that before. I had skills. Against the dead. Protecting our people. But I’d never been violent before. Joey easily had a hundred pounds on me. He could have crushed me. But he didn’t. His voice shaky as he replied, “I… I won’t say a word. Promise.”

Holstering my gun, I nod, “Get the fuck outta here.” I wait until Joey had made his way down the hall and out of sight before leaning my back against the wall. What the hell was I doing?

I catch my breath again. I couldn’t go out there distracted. Not alone. And there is no one in these walls I could talk to about this. I couldn’t take their looks. They’d think I’d chosen the easy way. If I was honest with myself, maybe I did think about it. Being one of his wives.

I glance back at the Sanctuary and back to the gate in front of me. It rattles loudly when I slide it opening catching the attention of the corpses in the yard. Their jaws open and close, a rustle of a growl falls from them. “Shut up.”

I didn’t take one of the cars. I didn’t want to draw that much attention to myself, so I set out on foot. A stroll in the woods to clear my head, make me feel like me again.

“Why was I so stupid?” I spoke the words out loud as I slump down against a tree trunk. My eyes closed as the tears trail down my cheeks. I let my guard down again. With Negan of all people. I suck in a breath. Maybe it was just sex. Hell, even I needed to scratch that itch every now and then. He was a damn good fuck. I groan at the memory of him between my thighs. The heat from his breath against my skin.

“Well fuck me sideways,” his baritone unmistakable, “why is your ass out here and not back in my bed?”

“Maybe because I’d rather be out here,” I wipe my face with the back of my hand before I look up at him. That damn grin of his.

“I find that incredibly hard to fucking believe. Just thinking of the way your pussy clamped around me made my dick almost jump outta my pants,” he paces in front of me, Lucille resting on his shoulder.

I brush the dirt from the back of my pants after standing. “You are out of your mind. It’s just been a while,” I swallow hard, “I could have reacted that way with anyone.”

“Ouch,” he places his hand over his heart feigning a hurt expression, “but it wasn’t just anyone was it?” I turn away from him. I couldn’t let him read my face. He’s right. All of his lieutenants’ apartments were equipped with showers and hot water. If I’d have gone into Gavin or Dwight’s rooms, I could have been in and out of there showered shaved and untouched. Simon may have made a move. So would have Regina. I think. I hadn’t exactly wrapped my head around that one. But I didn’t go into any of their rooms. It was Negan’s.

“It doesn’t have to be a big thing, alright,” I bite my lip feeling the heat of his body as he stands close behind me. I feel Lucille’s sweet spot brushing against my calf when Negan’s hands cup my hips.

“Oh sweetheart, you /know/ it’s a big thing,” I hear the smirk in his voice as he grinds into my ass, “but if you don’t want it. I’m not gonna force you.” He spins me around. I lock my gaze with his. I could have lost myself in those hazel eyes.

“Fuck...I… Move,” I push him out of the way distracted by the walker inches away from him. Fingers grasp quickly for my gun. My finger squeezes the trigger and a bullet splatters its brains all over the forest floor.

“Come on,” his voice stern, “Every dead prick for miles heard that shit.”

“Is that your way of saying thanks?” Narrowing my brows. It was stupid of me to fire a gun without a silencer. Not for one walker. I couldn’t seem to get my shit together. He was in my head now. Distracting me.

“You think I need protection, sweetheart?” His eyes cut from me to the roamers that heard the shot, “Fuck. Let’s go too many of them.”

“We won’t be able to get back,” I move quickly through the woods. The line of walkers blocked the path back to the road. “Follow me. There’s a place up ahead.”

“Move your ass, I’ll be right behind you,” he swings his bat, collapsing the skull of a corpse that got too close. I couldn’t hear my thoughts over the pounding of my heart. Racing deeper into the woods.

“Well well,” he smiles again as I lock the door to the cottage, “you been keeping things from me?”

“I didn’t mean to,” dust leaps off the oversized sofa as I flop down, “this is just a place I found to be alone. Read, without being bothered.” I glance around at the bookshelves filled with various ones I’d scavenged over the years.

“I ain’t mad at you,” he leans Lucille against the wall, his long legs move him closer to me, “I’ll let you have it.” His gloved hand lifts my chin so my eyes meet his.

“What do I have to do?”

The frowns releasing me, “If I haven’t made it crystal fucking clear, you don’t have to fuck me if you don’t want to,” the smirk returns to his lips, “Though we both know you want to. I’m giving you this place out of the goodness of my fucking heart.”

“You never do anything out of the kindness of your heart,” boldly I stand up in front of him, “with you there’s always something. Everything is yours, right?”

“Damn fucking right,” he says, “everything is /mine/.”

“I’m not. I can’t be.”

“You can’t be what?” his heat-filled eyes bore into me.

“I can’t be yours. I’m not one of those women who need to get on their backs for a man to come to their rescue. I don’t need /your/ protection. I can take care of myself.”

“I have no fucking doubt that you can protect yourself,” he responds, “That’s part of what makes you super fucking hot.”

“Don’t you get fucking exhausted of that?” Squaring off in front of the man, probably not my best idea. But there’s no turning back now.

“Of what?”

“Being an asshole all the time.” My heart pounds loudly in my chest. With a movement, he could end me if he chooses. But I wanted to see him. To see if there was something more to him than just posturing.

“What did you say to me?” He stares down at me. My eyes searching his for something in his. Anything.

“You heard me,” it’s too late to turn back down the road I’d traveled on. I’d figure him out one way or the other. If he was truly sadistic or if this was the persona he put on to survive.

“I was right about you,” his lips curve into a smile, “you got some massive balls on you, sweetheart.” His body relaxes and he settles down on the sofa, pulling me down beside him.

“Wait, what?”

“It’s gonna be a while before the dead fuckers clear out,” he responds. As if on queue a crash of thunder echoes from outside, “as much as I’d like to see you /wet/. I’d much rather stay outta the rain.”

“Are you fucking with me?” I turn facing him. “When we get back there you gonna throw me in one of your cells or burn my face?”

“Is that what you think of me?” his eyes almost sad somehow. “You think I’d punish you for calling me an asshole?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I just don’t understand you,” I let myself relax a little. “I want to.”

“I’m not hard to understand,” he says, “You’re right, I’m an asshole. I have to be. Maybe I always was.” He rakes his hand down his face. I’d never seen him in this light before. Well other than last night.

“You don’t have to be,” Unable to stop myself, my hand reaches up caressing his bearded cheek. “Not with me.”

“I /always/ have to be, no exceptions,” he responds accentuating his words.

“None?” I inch closer, forgetting myself again. Forgetting that who he is. Seeing who I know he can be. Or maybe just who I want him to be. I press my lips softly to his.

I’m not certain if I’d caught the man off guard but he responds to the kiss gently. Not as possessive as the one's last night. “None,” he speaks against my lips as I lean back pulling him with me.

His hand moves slightly over the soft cotton of my shirt. It wasn't eager or forceful but almost lovingly. My hands move along his neck a push at that stupid leather jacket he always wore, shoving it down his shoulders.

“Slow down sweetheart,” he raises to slide his arms from his jacket, “I might get the idea that you actually want me.”

“Shut up,” I mutter pulling him back to me, longing to taste his lips again. My hand inches down his chest, along his torso, finding the bulge in his jeans. As quickly as I found him, he pulls my hand away, pinning it to the couch above my head.

“You are gonna make me lose my cool, sweetheart,” he pins my other wrist above my head. “I’ve told you already about fucking telling me to shut up.” With one hand he holds both wrists as his other moves down my body. I groan when he cups my mound over my jeans.

“What was that sweetheart?” Negan’s fingers pop open the button and yanks down my zipper. “I didn’t hear an apology.” The grip on my wrists tightens and with the other hand fingers trace my folds through the satin panties I was wearing.

“I.. I’m sorry,” words fall from my lips a whimper.

“Fuck,” he groans tugging my panties aside. “You’re practically soaked and I’m barely touching you.” Nodding I look up at him, moaning as his finger glides over my clit. “I like that sound you made there, goddamn.” His thumb finds my clit, playing over the sensitive nub. My hips buck against his hand, needing the friction. “Hold on, we got plenty of time.” He pulls his hand from my pants, releasing me and sitting back on the couch. His eyes cut to the boarded up window, “It’s piss pouring rain out there so it’ll be a while before we can head back.”

Sucking in a breath I squirm free, attempting to straighten my clothes. “Why do you do this to me?” I rest my head in my hands. I didn’t want to want him but fuck I lost my head around him.

“I’m not doing anything to you,” his voice softer than normal. “Nothing that you don’t want.”

“I know, my head's all over the place about you.” I stand up pacing the floor. “You’ve got so much drama around you. Your wives, your men. I don’t want in the middle of all that. But…”

I turn back toward him, “fuck… I can’t fucking help myself when it comes to you.”

I never kneeled for him before. He didn’t push the issue. Not with me or most of the other women. But now I dropped down on my knees in front of him. Cupping his face in my hands, my lips press against his. Hard and fierce. Wanting, needing. No more doubts. I tug free his belt and slip my hand inside his pants. Stroking him long and slow as my lips mold against his.

“Sh-it, girl,” he says as I pull away for a moment to focus more on freeing him from his pants. “You really know how to work my dick.” I shake my head and lock my gaze with his. My hand stroking his full length.

“I want you to cum for me,” my words matter of fact.

“Don’t worry that’ll fucking happen,” he scoots to the edge of the couch leaning back, letting me work him. His cock twitches in my hand as my lips press against the head of him. Tongue gliding over the slit, seeping with precum. I moan at the taste of him. My lips wrap eagerly around the head of his member, inching slowly down. Taking in all of him. My free hand cups his balls massaging gently. I suck hard. Just once, before bobbing my head back up. I look up at him, his eyes dark as they look back down at me.

“Fu-uck,” he mutters, his fingers tangle in my hair. I move my lips up and down his length. Bobbing up and down. Side to side, my hand stroking in time with the movement of my lips. The grip of his fingers in my hair tightens. I know it’s all he can do to keep from thrusting in my mouth. But he knew in this moment I needed to be in control. He gave me control. Letting go. Hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat. My head lifts slightly and I suck the head draining every drop from him.

“Goddamn,” he shouts as I pop him from my lips. “None of my wives suck my dick like that.” I raise up settling on the couch beside him, a thumb wiping the corners of my lips as they curve into a smile. I’d have to get used to that. Being compared to them. I couldn’t imagine myself as one of them though.

“Well, I guess I have value now,” I smirked over at him.

“Fuck that,” he replied, staring over at me, “Even before you snuck into my room last night, you had fucking value. You were noticed. And not just because you have a nice ass.” He pulls me closer to him, draping his arm around my shoulders, “And you have a /nice/ ass. But you don’t take shit from no body. Even me. And I /like/ that.”

“You like me telling you how you are?” I look up at him puzzled.

“As long as you don’t bust my balls in front of the men, why the fuck not?” He moves his arm and stands up. “I gotta take a piss. One moment.” I watch him stand. I hadn’t given myself the chance to notice him before. His long legs. The way he walks like he owns the world. And in many ways, I guess he does own this world. When he moves down the hallway I stand, peering out the boarded up windows. Watching as the rain comes down and the room grows darker. Smiling, I grab a battery powered lamp from the bookshelf and walk down the hall.

“We may be here a while longer,” I call in the direction of the bathroom. “It’s a monsoon out there.” I turn heading the opposite direction into the bedroom. Digging through the drawers I pull out a bag of chips from the Sanctuary and a couple bottles of water. I smile as he steps into the room. “You think they can manage a night without you?”

“Those shit for brains, maybe,” he smiles that fucking smile of his at me. “But if we go back and it’s burned to the ground it’ll be worth it.” He rests his hands on my hips, pulling me flush against him.

My fingers curl into his t-shirt and I step up on my toes, “You think so?” My lips brush against his.

“I fucking know so,” his hands move down my thighs lifting me up. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck. Fingers comb through the salt and pepper hair at the back of his head. Our lips press hungrily together. He carries me and drops me on the bed. Smiling down at me as he lifts one foot to untie my boot. Slow, too fucking slow. He dropped the boot to the floor and starts at the second one. He chuckles seeing the frustration on my face. “You want my dick that bad?”

“Quite possibly,” I raise up on my elbows to look at him. My eyes travel from his face down the bulge in his pants, “But I think you want my pussy just as bad.” He yanks my pants down swiftly.

“You would be right about that,” he toes off his own boots and drops his pants to the floor and pulls his shirt up over his head. He plops down on the bed beside my fingers ghosting over my soft skin as he pushes my shirt up. His lips find mine again as his hand cups my tit in his hand. His thumb circling the nipple as it hardens to a peak.

My moans muffled by his lips on mine. He rolls me onto my back, balancing his weight on his elbows resting on either side of my head. His dick hard, pressing against my thigh. I squirm trying to position myself under him. He smiles against my lips, his hand moves down between my legs finding me wet and wanting. He shifts taking his cock in his hand, eyes locked on mine as he tickles my entrance with the head before thrusting hard inside me. I let out a deep moan as he drives deep inside me, filling me to the hilt with his length.

“Mother fucker,” he groans, “fuck me, goddamn.” He pulls out and thrusts back hard. I thought about telling him to shut up again but drop the idea. Negan likes the sound of his voice. And the booming sound of his voice just made me even wetter.

My hands grip tight to the muscles in his back, urging him deeper and faster. He complied with hard fast thrusts inside me, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Open your eyes,” he groans, “I want to see them when you cum.”

I nod my gaze fixed on his. “Fuck me harder.” He hooks one of my legs over his arm with a smirk and pumps faster inside me. My hips lift to meet each exquisite thrust. His hand slides between us finding my clit, rubbing in tandem. My senses in overdrive as I feel my body start to tremble under him. My walls tighten around him. My head falls back.

“Look at me,” he orders his movements more deliberate. My dark, pupils almost blown as I look at his face. The spark starts at my clit, where his finger is playing me like a cello, radiating along my legs and flame ignites inside as he brushes the exact spot. “Fuck you are even hotter when you cum.” He drives once more hard before pulling out and releasing all over my stomach.

My heart pounds in my chest as I start to come down from my euphoria. I look over at him then grabbing an old shirt from the former occupants from the floor. Wiping his cum off and chuckle. “You made a mess.” He smirks as he glides his finger between my thighs, “So did you, sweetheart.”

Sleep came easily lying next to him. My naked body pressed against his. My head resting on his chest.

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I let out a groan when the sun peeked between the boards of the window. My arm reaching up to cover my eyes. I reach over trying to find him, his warmth finding his spot in the bed empty. My eyes open and I stare at the ceiling. Realizing it’s time to get back to the Sanctuary. Back to reality. Negan would never be mine. And I couldn’t belong to him. Not in the way everyone else was his. I wipe away a tear. It was just a fantasy.

I crawl from the bed and dress. Wondering how long ago he had left. Or if I should go back or move on. It’s safe in the Sanctuary or safer than anyone else out there. Hell, better or worse it was my home.

I rub the sleep from my eyes as I make my way into the living room. Surprised to see the back of his head as he sits on the dusty couch. His feet up as he munches on the bag of chips I’d left out. “Well good morning to /you/.”

“I thought you’d left,” I settle down beside him on the couch.

He chuckles, “I was looking forward to morning sex.”

I snort, “I bet you were, cowboy.” I reach into the bag grabbing a handful of chips, “But that is all the food I have here. And I need breakfast.”

“You didn’t plan your seduction shit very well now did you?” he replies.

“You are supposed to be seducing me. Come on,” I feel my stomach growl, “I can make you pancakes.”

“A good fuck and a cook?” he stands towering over me, “I think I’m in fucking love.”

I offer him a smile, knowing he was joking, I wanted to say it back. But I’d heard his wives say they loved him. They didn’t mean it. And I didn’t say shit, I don’t mean. And I want to be certain I could deal with all the Neganized drama that came along with him before I let my heart get invested. Let my heart get more invested.

I look out the boarded up window then back to him, “It’s clear.” He rested Lucille on his shoulder and held the door open for me. We walk back in the direction of the Sanctuary in silence. If I were with anyone else I wouldn’t have questioned it. But Negan, he likes to talk.

Stopping to look up at him, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t fucking share a bed with my wives,” he responds, “I screw ‘em and leave ‘em to themselves. But with you twice. Not so sure how the fuck I feel about it.”

“Next time,” I swallow hard, “I can leave after. Or we can stop this, whatever the fuck it is before it gets started. I won’t cause problems.”

“We can play this shit by ear,” he smirks, “You suck my dick too damn good to give that shit up.” My cheeks flush and I start walking again. “You can play bashful all you want, sweetheart.”

#negan #twd negan #negan fanfiction #negan's thirst squad #negan x oc #smut #my fic

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krixwell-liveblogs · 6 years

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You only need to wait like that if you’re going to be violent, Flechette thought to herself. Why? When she has the tranquilizer bolts?

Ah, right. Time for Shadow Stalker’s more favored bolts, eh?

And Shadow Stalker had neglected to inform command. Flechette reached for her ear, where an earbud was nestled in the canal. She squeezed it twice. “Console, woman under attack by twelve or so ordinaries. Shadow Stalker and Flechette stepping in.”

Oh jeez, that’s like twice as many men as I was imagining.

Which suggests organization. Are these Chosen goons, perhaps?

“Acknowledged,” a voice in her ear responded, “Good luck.”

She fired a bolt into the corner of the rooftop, then jumped, rappelling down.

Shadow Stalker was already engaged by the time Flechette arrived at the fight. In a matter of heartbeats, Shadow Stalker answered Flechette’s unspoken questions.

Which can’t be a good thing. Right?

The other heroine didn’t flinch as one of the men swung a baseball bat at her – the weapon passed harmlessly through her head. In response, she stepped back, materialized from her shadow state, raised a crossbow and shot him in the side of the neck. A fraction of a second after the glass arrow stuck in her target’s neck, Shadow Stalker stepped forward again, driving her armored elbow up at an angle at the spot where the bolt had struck home. Glass shattered and the combination needle-arrowhead was violently dislodged.

Yikes.

The man went tumbled with a splash, going limp before he hit the water. The side of his neck and the corner of his jaw were a bloody mess of cuts and embedded broken glass.

Ouch. Is he alive...?

Shadow Stalker wheeled around, then simultaneously slammed the top of her right crossbow into her left forearm and her left crossbow into her right arm. There was a barely audible click as cartridges loaded into the top of each crossbow. She extended her arms to fire at the two of the men closest to the woman. They dropped on their backs in the water, splashing.

She’s looking awesome, but she’s also - as expected - being far more violent than was probably necessary.

Realizing what they were up against, the group began to scatter.

I don’t have high hopes for Stalker letting them go that easily.

Flechette raised her arbalest, shot one bolt so it struck a wall just in front of one man’s throat. Still running, he ran headlong into it, clotheslined himself, and fell over, gasping and gurgling.

Though apparently Flechette agrees with that, she still takes a less violent approach.

She spared a glance to double check he wasn’t in a position to drown, which very nearly cost her. One of the thugs turned to attack her, drawing a gun, but she had a bolt loaded and fired off before he could aim it, spearing through the gun’s barrel and out the back, to strike a wall.

Not bad!

She loaded another bolt even as she was already pulling the trigger to fire it, so it was sent out an eye-blink after it was in place.

Seems to me that with most firearms, pushing the trigger during the reload would get in the way of the reload, but this isn’t most firearms. Probably Tinkertech, this crossbow too.

The shaft of metal struck the thug through the crotch of his sagging jeans, pinning them to the wall he was backing up to. He didn’t scream, so he clearly wasn’t well endowed enough to get hit anywhere important.

Heh. Sure, let’s try not to pull a Hebert here.

Flechette wasn’t exactly an expert -or even a novice- in that sort of thing, but she was ninety-nine percent sure that men didn’t dangle nearly to their knees.

Ahaha! Yeah, that’s usually not the case. :P

(Also is that another hint about her being a lesbian?)

#Worm #krixwell liveblogs #Arc 9 #Chapter 9.2 #9.2p1

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glopratchet · 4 years

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Hi, i'm endless kbar You probably know me from the forums or some other place, but I thought it might be nice to introduce myself in person! I've been playing this game for a long time and have a lot of experience under my belt For those who don't know me, I play a mage that uses fire magic and use fire blast spells My main goal is to get as much loot as possible while also not getting killed by bad guys ; (or at least trying to avoid them) ney Thanks for your interest in alligator order I hope you'll join us soon! lpa-gamma-spular-prime-fox R17 END TRANSMISSION Are [ready] or do you need to [learn how to deliver alligator]? [learn to deliver] or [do without] READY! Welcome to alligator order! To seek more information about alligator order, type "info alligator" Though remember, being a disciple isn't a fate worse than death, so death is always an option See this icon in the top right hand corner It is red right now, which means danger If you are reading this in the game, get the hell out as fast as you can! If you are seeing this online though, then ignore it because you're not actually playing the game and instead just perusing our fine website Hey I still applaud you for taking an interest! Now for people reading this who ARE actually in the game right now and see this icon, well here's some inside information This brings up the map As you expand and grow, so too will new orders be given The world is a dangerous place though, prepare yourself An orderly advance is a victorious one! This is the garrison screen You can switch what garrisons you assign your followers to Be advised that you cannot give orders to a garrison if they are too far away from you, they must be within your leash range If, by chance, you lose your le…well lets not get ahead of ourselves The map allows you to hover from location to location so go ahead and explore now if you wish! You won't be able to give orders though, except for the general ones that you assign to the whole faction To issue orders to a specific location, click it and then select what you want done, from attack, defend, move, etc Every week you get one growth point This can be used to build things on the map or remove the undead presence at If the undead take over hex 1006 they win The map allows you to hover from location to location, We have already mapped out all the best delivery locatations on this map The Northern mountains are rich for ore, bread can be made with the wheat fields, fish are in the rivers etc You can name things if you hold control over them, although only you will see the name Icons will only be shown if other players or factions control them and they are looking at a map of their own While holding the map up you cannot attack, and doing such causes the map to automatically close Useful for spying as well! Also, you'll given an estatmate amount of time it will take to get there Be aware this can be incorrect It is not live information after all Just a rough guide to how long it'll take your follower to reach their destination from here "Sorry's there isn't an index right now, I'll try to get that up soonest! Anyway good luck and remember that time is against us! Get ready to invade the Kingdom of N4P0TU! Select the delivery location you wish to target with your allig…loyal subjects Select the delivery location you wish to target with your allig…loyal subjects Your oddwad will take you there The world map is rough right now For each new territory you make yours, it'll be updated and such Chances are this won't be the only map I'll have to update Anyway good luck! I'll be watching closely! *vanishes in a flurry of snow* Lycan Tower I'm sure you've heard of Lycans Your oddwad will take you there! There is a big button that says cancel this delivery Kingdom of Nabor Mistakes Were Made What a lovely little village this is Quaint buildings, all seemingly held up by each other and having a few small roads between them The town is dimly lit, with candles adorning the windows of the houses In the center of the village, a single candle in an oil lamp on top of a pole marathon in the middle of the town square, with villagers busying themselves in circles around it See the icon in the upper left hand corner; that is you Your garb makes you seem like a traveller or mercenary of some sort Icons sprinkled around the village are your soldiers, whom you have yet to acquire But once you do, you can finally begin the slog to conquer the Kingdom of N4p0tuS! This icon- toggles through all of your modes which you can develop over time It goes in this order; Locate your mercenaries, Locate the Town Mayor so you can put him in Jail, Locate any combination of Norman or George the two scouts, Look over the village for essential improvements, and look over your mercs for upcoming tasks and to accept them ; ( "Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy" as your grandson would say) Make a note of made up words and report back to the Director This icon- toggles through all of your modes, Item mode to access your items Mostly these will be weapons or groceries to throw at people/food Watch the Watch, that's pretty obvious ; (But note that not all info in the watch is revelant to the game) Ditto for the other text bars Yes Begin Begin Volume II of VNSG: Adaptation Hello and goodbye Current State of Affairs, my name is Nathan and I am a developer with very minimal development experience with less ability than talent Explorer mode and Story mode will now both be available to you Explorer mode and Story mode will now both be available to you Your focus dot will be free to describe the scene as you are likely the main character of this ridiculously real Virtual Reality folly Don't be alarmed when suddenly you find yourself in the body of someone or something not yourself, in fact don't be alarmed if you suddenly find out you were always someone else I promise it's not as crazy as it sounds Your focus dot will be free to describe the scene, Boomstick mode- deliver the beast with a forked tongue, the trusty Shotgun or the chainsaw to name a few tools of free exploration But don't forget to come back and blame it on the food Choose your story-; (Start) Is a Supernatural Animal like quality or Gifts—current episode using persuasive argument and alleged humor ; (What)-nature? That contrary squirrely devil-may-care heart of gold hidden inside your personality blossoming under pressure? "My Only Chance" Boomstick mode- deliver the beast with a forked tongue, This enables your boom stick such as the sawed-off ; ( short shotgun) buttscreem-spraying boom House: Manor Beautiful, smoke swirling lazily from the chimney, a figure waits for you in front of the warm fireplace Wow, that one was actually nice Even prophetic And it feels like an ad crafted by a tortured soul trying to convince himself what he does is OK Weird Go to "Is a Supernatural Beast like quality or gift Nature? This enables your boom stick, When you are in boomstick mode everything turns dark and all you can see is the person in front of you There is a slight twinge of pain in the back of your mind, but other than that you feel fine "I like that last one, " croaks a familiar voice behind you, "very catchy When you are in boomstick mode everything turns dark and all you can see is the person in front of you Your boomstick appears in your hands as you turn Boomstick Combat Mode: Vampire in front of you, who might take a killing blow to be a possible story, but not what happened Beef up the shotgun slug with industrial grade silver or go for the myth buster Military Grade Flare? "I AM the boring evil villain that tells you what I'm going to do, unlike the false modest heroes who tell you after they've done it Your boomstick appears in your hands as you turn Click the boom stick to toss the boomstick back into your hands as you prepare to defend yourself "Threat identified: Sunlight, point Blank, Silver taken together, 'The hunter would be crazy not to use it against you '" Is this really what the voice in your head sounds like? Thoggus McDoggus, or Dolan Botswe, whichever one you're dealing with seems relaxed and prone on his couch, "Dance for me What color is his blood? Click the boom stick to toss the boomstick back into your hands as you prepare to defend yourself The longer you wait the more accurate the hit will be, if you choose to shoot Which part of him will give you the most satisfaction to shoot? Will it be his arm to prevent him from bleeding all over himself and getting icky or go straight for the brain to put an end to this once and for all? And with that, you are ready The longer you wait the more accurate the hit will be, The boomstick lands at the appointed location from the aim mode bullet from the previous "pick" The finger squeeze of the trigger "Farce, this is not your world " Thoggus goes on as if not noticing the chambered silver and beeswax exploding pellet Boom Bullet lands flesh giving 1 damage -6 hitpoints, so much for myth-busting bee-bee- QUACK! Just kidding, but ouch! The boomstick lands at the appointed location from the aim mode bullet from the previous "pick" Click the icon in the upper right hand corner to disable your boomstick and explore the basement Gunplay will get you nowhere as it seems this "Thoggus" can even count how many shots you've been taking Explore more The rest of the story unfolds as you reach his cot to see him riddled with silver bullets and collapsing in a bloody heap before your eyes What rest of the story? Begging for life? Pleas of for understanding? Jibberish and ramblings incoherent and unformed that hold no answers? Click the icon in the upper right hand corner to disable your boomstick and explore the basement If you have to ask that, the answer is in his bulging eyes as you stare at them both coldly and without regard, hoping the double-barrel does its work quickly Or is it? Does the story even end here? Does this have some sort of happy ending, or not? And are we allowed to know or even contemplate such a thing in this place? It's over If you have to ask that, When you are not in boom stick mode in a cold and unfriendly basement facing the dead corpse "Tell me about yourself, " you say approaching the disgusting scum bag and pulling his upper lip back with your thumb looking for permanent tooth-marks to show whether you drank enough, "what's your story? Telling us, It's all some kind of joke right? Just leave it at that Yeah you can leave When you are not in boom stick mode in a cold and unfriendly basement facing the dead corpse You see an aiming marker in the center of the screen where it usually isn't As of the moment there is no spray-and-pray interaction here With your hands and feet you clear his eyes ; (both normal and ghostly) from your person one way or the other, then proceed to move ahead Or you can't get out and continue this way if something else is destined to happen here This isn't fair, why should one be a better writer than any other? You see an aiming marker in the center of the screen, Drag it around to where you would like it placed then connect it with one of the four available dips to create an island off the main continent Be creative! Let's see what happens when you get to it Lazy and tricky non-choice, placing unseen chunks of landmass into the ocean to craft an alternate route is something any local tribal person would do just to laugh at a stupid flying thing that splashes into the sea before them Pick another choice like the above one instead! 1) Subject A-129 Drag it around to where you would like it placed, It will describe the scene around you from an entirely different point of view from yours Let's step out from behind this mesmerizingly sweet interface and check what it has to say 2) Very Well Where the words above used letters, the one below is comprised of tiny images which you don't have enough visual acuity to recreate It sees the marks anyway and translates accordingly: "T H E E N D" It will describe the scene around you from an entirely different point of view from yours All of these describptions are saved into your story bank When we are finished, you can see them here All of these describptions are saved into your story bank Oh you so you think your ready to rock? One childishly rushing to the doom and that was it, huh? Is that how easy it was for you to become a traitor to a better cause, seen everything and want to see nothing more? The fast track to Hell is paved with such selfish intentions, though it always has been even when nobody wanted to see or look deeper anymore Enlightenment was on offer, but do you feel any different for turning it down? Materilizin you into the armoury in a miserable blob of undifferentiated and unresolved goo you think? Yikes! No wonder folks who plunge straight into such depths without finding God first never come out alive They must feel like they are drowning in an ocean with no hope of rescuing their next breath Can you even spell F-A-I-L-U-R-E? I don't think you can Materilizin you into the armoury in a miserable blob of undifferentiated and unresolved goo you think? There is an alternative ending to this tale and it is a doozy, but you will need eight free articles-of-clothing and a bar of soap! Not the civilized kind that demeans ones purity with false nutrition promises and falls apart in chunks, but the naturally goats milk, Italian olive oil, lemon and clay kind whose ingredients matter because God placed them there and they matter much more when used by human hands seeking God as well Wow what a come back! Are you sitting comfortably? Then I will begin You are familiar with the concept of moving walkways and how one must stand still on them lest you risk flying off and being killed? Well in life there is a similar system at work called Free Choice Once on it, you can never get off till the end, even though by day 498 you should really know where this is going and want off Think about the last items of clothing you had to take off to use the shower If you are anything like any other human being, your mind just went straight to your underwear and stayed there indulging itself in the pleasures of its sinews and stretches whilst actively avoiding thinking about the inevitable next step where you would have to stand bare as the day you were born and soap yourself all over For ; (Person) that day has come! Choose one Favorite article of clothing to protect your innocence One Item that is Preferred, but not loved and finally one item of Clothing you Dislike or even Hate Hold them close, for love will protect you and the rest? Simply wash yourselves in pure mountain spring water, sudsing yourselves up real good in a passionate embrace with all your clothes on and Guess what? You pass through completely unharmed No? Still here? Then it is time to make nice with your least favorite item of clothing, or even that garment you simply rolled out of bed and accidentally first put them on, that first desperate choice of apparel that is at this moment crippling your abilities to think straight You need to dress it up Dress it up any way you can and then you will be able to pass through the needle's eye Maybe you like it after all? Doesn't work that way due to the break in the system Similar items might be grouped, but the whole rhyme goes out the window when you start making exceptions for "your" shirt Sorry, new game And as for the rude clothes your mother forced on you to go out in the cold? Remember, Hell has its own winter and such things are really personal favorites of Hell's boss, so she gets to keep them Well there is one more chance, though I am not sure why anyone would have bothered reading this far Carefully contemplating all the above, if you do not love anything you are currently wearing and nothing in your wardrobe feels appropriate for the occasion, then that means there is really only one option left and that involves turning the toxicity of those around you into something that is at least identifiable if not flattering and recognizable as being something you might wear what? You are going to take it off? That seems deeply misguided Sir or Madam, it is simply not done, and do you really think that you have that kind of physical control over the system to execute this trick? I assure you that trying to remove your clothes past a certain point will have consequences far worse than simply having to continuing wearing them until they rot off your back Yes, removal of items of clothing good people, is how rebellions begin But if you are determined to attempt this deeply foolish act of defiance, please do not let me stop you! I wish you the best of luck in whatever happens next, (Add your name here) isn't that girl still naked? Oh dear [explosion] cloak; garment ; (usually long) covering trunk area and neck, may or may not have sleeves cover; conceal gauze; very thin fabric undergarment; underwear impertinent; excessively irrelevant preamble; introduction contradiction; conflicting facts deteriorate; something getting worse over time rather than better stricken; mildly sick or poorly look to; pay attention to notes; scribblings remarkably pres You are currently carrying a mighty fine boomstick It's a big gun The average person needs two hands to hoist it properly and the barrel is about the same length as your leg, but it will blow a hole the size of Pittsburgh in whatever your aiming at Countconsists of putting submitter to sleep while they are in a dreaming state and then line communication devices along their spinal column They essentially become speakers for our network and it's beautifully simple once you have the correct collars Keep track of your energy In the future we can rebuild it in such a way to allow multi-direction firingbut for now be conservative as I don't need to lecture you on wasted potential now do I? You've got your orders, head Outrider Class and may everything go well bolts, they're tracks by an all knowing systemI it monitors everything, including where it has been and where it is going Awaiting your signal Keep track of your energy bolts, If your energy gets too low your going to need to find some sunlight to power it back up Just find a sunny spot and give your self a quick chargeOkay fine, if your that bored just hook yourself up to one of the huge Duracell batteries we keep on standby in the silo they work just as well to power you up So stop asking already! Try to keep it completely full for the duration of the delivery This is mostly so we don't need to recharge you during the attack, we're going to need you ready to go at all times Its doable but very tiring as physical activity uses up a lot of energy and we really don't want you pining for a recharge in the middle of the fight Just try your best, okay? Stop asking Old seventh We get it you have questions Play defensively This is probably the most important thing Never attack from the front unless you have no other option, try to attack from behind or from the side and alway block dangerous attacks with your Powered armor, it'll save your life more than once Protect the package it's yours and mine so do whatever it takes to keep it aliveGot all that? extreme adventure and enthusiasm so re-read this several times if nessessecary If it is still not sinking in, keep a look out for escape pods because you could be so overwhelmed with courage that you'll try to take on your entire Empire fleet by yourself well before you're ready We need you alive, the Emperor needs you alive You have a galaxy to Save, soldier Chances are your are going to be entrenched in a feeling of extreme adventure and enthusiasm so re-read this several times if nessessecary A strange dawn breaks over the horizon, a lingering eclipse taking place over the sun itself Such things hold an ominous aura as you find yourself before the sprawling coast shortly afterwards Stumbling onto a dirt road you quickly check your instruments and determine that you are now only 5 miles from your destinationCome on baby steps, Sam you can do it Even the great runners of old didn't rush out and try to blizzard Stadium their first time at bat Be incredibly cauitous as the instruments could give out at any given moment due to lack of energy You decide it would be best to walk parallel with the coastline and finish your journey in the morning The sun seems blanketed by the eclipse and all humor falls flat with the dimnessSure, you could probably keep going but losing good pod energy to lights to guide you along would be more tempting than ever With this in mind you decide to set up camp, never sleeping in nevermore Be incredibly cauitous as the instruments could give out at any given moment due to lack of energy Alligators are challanging and can be difficult at first Theyre strong, showing protection over their territory though sheer size On the plus side theyre not the brightest crickets and can be distracted from multiple directionsquite enamy though Thats why Sam stands at angle just outside of the alligator's viewf rom the skywalk path he is going to take in the morning, hastily tieing a rope to fence posts driven into the mud of the swamps edge However the more you deliver the more you will notice there tales and behavior patterns to indicate duress When you seen multiple alligatores behaving in such a way, get out calmly while observing and then report to the nearest Empire Peace officerThe first thing you want to remember is that they have bad vision i mean really bad you could be 10 feet away and they might not notice but their scent is ridiculously good This is why its super important when in the water to always conceal yourself or your scent However the more you deliver the more you will notice there tales and behavior patterns to indicate duress Remember the more deliveries you make the easier it will become You'll build up a memory for the patterns and their behavior My record is five straws without a bite, considering you people breed like rabbits every dozen years or so there are just so many of them now You may dread busting a gator the first time but i gurantee the second time will be less frustrating The first time is always the worst Caw caw caw it makes wonderful heavy may seem to reverberate over the swamp, Hello ruby ring hows every little things been with you this month? Good excellent ive been told, oh here check out this fine fellow just wandered into my office I just love his bright colored feathers, they really are something else arent they find anything good on your end to trade? Just take notes and pay attention to the patterns between those of the prey To drink or not to drink that is the question Drink from the waters edge and you must suffer the ills of society Hold yourself above it and you suffer within your being What does a humble delivery man do ? Sometimes you have go with what the heart tells you without direct guidance You smell the water, fresh and clean like Mother Nature has just prepared it for him just how he likes it Just take notes and pay attention to the patterns between those of the prey To the behavior of the alligator While the gators you see on the side emphasize gross displays of force you remember that those are the adults just merely trying to protect their territory You look to an old tire half stuck in the mud, sure enough a few baby alligators are fighting over it The smallest have no chance to grab at insects and such that drift overhead A beauty popularized by both men and women wearing colognes of all kinds Described as mysteries unknowable Do research a head of time or prepare and read up on traits of the gator before delving right in Mother nature is a force of equal parts giving and understanding, remember this when you seek to make these creatures your pawns You see where this is going don't you, good Do research a head of time or prepare and read up on traits of the gator before delving right in Your are never going to find where an alligator is the weakest to or takes the most cutting damage from in a realistic situation It will always be on the belly but then you would only get to try once for a fatal blow It isn't like your ancestors feared on sightlessly hacking at its mouth and watching it suffer or run away Understand how to plant a story of fear and dread in the heart if such a large dominating creature Your are never going to find where an alligator is the weakest to or takes the most cutting damage from in a realistic situation Dont be ashamed to look things up online or learn what you can before heading out on assignment Drowning is the number one cause of death and it the perfect way to keep a meal going until its ready to be cooked Violent thrashing about is completely expected but remember the creature was large so only half of that amount needs to go into its stomach To an alligator human is not meat but IS soup, Get it? Carry on Always make your pre-claws Dont be ashamed to look things up online or learn what you can before heading out on assignment Real life hunters research there quarry and game before hunts to determine the best bait and equipment for bringing down its intended target Get a feel of what might be useful to improve for the next time You didn't realize how sharp and curving its teeth really were, Perhaps a cutting shortsword would do it but how much ambient magic would that require after such an exhausting feat TRAINING The extent of your control is extremely limited so far but you use another week to better yourself at handling a sword in general Real life hunters research there quarry and game before hunts to determine the best bait and equipment for bringing down its intended target Learn what elements to use on the beast when vulnerable and which to avoid Self explanatory enough even if you don't exactly know what all could be infused in a sword, that will come with time though You are very aware of how much careful concentration and focus this task at hand requires so much so that you havn't even been worrying about life problems These sessions in the yard have been a haven for your mind and soul, Something every Hunter needs A place of solace Learn what elements to use on the beast when vulnerable and which to avoid Figure out the monsters area of choize to rest or respawn Do you like to use flash bombs on groups of them or just go in with a short sword and daggers? Do you like to use flash bombs on groups of them or just go in with a short sword and daggers? Do you take full adavatage of traps even though sheer numbers are against you? Does swinging a big axe on their legs slow them down more than a short sword in the skull? Their armor seems hard to pierce but maybe imbedding shards of metal in large amounts could get through remembering that magic unfortunately isn't an option for these bastards That requires enlisting the help of other wizards, and your expertise lies with blade mages at best There's also shock technology but that seems more catered to guns really Do you take full adavatage of traps even though sheer numbers are against you? Dont get spot ed, there are a few hiding places to choose from but choosing the wrong one could be an immediate death sentence If your lucky you might get seen but have time to run ; (or fight) before they realize you are there Dont get spoted, If get spotted hide and stay hidden until they pass unless you feel like being superman or death itself and decide to slay everyone in blade-range If get spotted hide and stay hidden until they pass unless you feel like being superman or death itself and decide to slay everyone in blade-range Repeat steps 2 and 3 until bored or dead Hopefully you are mercer so some quiet assassinating can be done to whittle the numbers down before doing the big spam and hack of step 4 Doing this many times with a group would no doubt build great Reputation and trust, not to mention better odds all around since someone is sure to have explosive training Even something as simple as a molotov cocktail with the right wind up could do wonders especially against sulfur humans Repeat steps 2 and 3 until bored or dead The part that lets you listen to the thoughts of alligators will need to work on that though You haven't even started Slaying, you've just been fiddling and learning your powers so far and it's excited to use them all There probably other types of experiments going on or other facilities so some reconnaissance might be in order The Facility does have its own guards but you could probably easily avoid fight or detection by disguising yourself as one of the scientists or one of the mercs hired to protect them The part that lets you listen to the thoughts of alligators will need to work on that though First things first you need to train your basic abilities but however you end up passing your time is up to you remembering that your mentor and time is limited so it might be best to live a little recklessly for as much fun as possible before getting down to the serious studying It sure would be nice if he knew any adepts or had some magic touchpowers but all you get are the cheap vitamins sold in bulk from the local shop First things first, You are going to want to pick a boomstick to suit your delivery needs Probably helps that you pass your classes too but the lab is limited to weak pistol and regular shotgun shells as your explosive choices so something will need to be done about that Picking up knowledge from the mercs aren't out of the question either Doesn't take long for you to go from Withdrawn book nerd to reckless buck slaying machine You are going to want to pick a boomstick to suit your delivery needs but the lab is limited to weak pistol and regular shotgun shells as your explosive choices so something will need to be done about that You didnt think you would take on those gators barehanded but the rest was easy The first merc? Had a sword so you grabbed it and jammed it through his heart Trained for generations? Doesn't matter when a monster as strong as you just lands a single punch and cave their chest in Boom, instant lesson Didn't even know you could do that until you did it You didnt think you would take on those gators barehanded but the rest was easy The question every new player asks when picking out a weap is which will serve you best Some train in one then master many Others find a single weapon most suits them Some care not for weapons and tear enemies apart with their bare hands You are strong but a Single sword or even a pair of swords may not be the choice for you Spears are far too heavy to stand up with and axes nothing more than a wild swing, especially for one with little training The question every new player asks when picking out a weap is which will serve you best Which one of thise fancy weapons is best for a young monster like you? The Single edge sword is a simple design anyone could wield but packing little punch (nothing) The serrated sword be shred throught thick leather and mail quikcly The mace has a spiked flanged head for crushing nuts and skulls alike The spear features a separate handle and spike for more push power The hammer is perhaps the simplest of them all, afforability and stopping power Which one of thise fancy weapons is best for a young monster like you? The cream of the crop is the warhammer Heavy head, thick handle and shorter than others for pure damage The Opinus Specus book says warhammers are best for armored and unarmored opponents alike The cream of the crop is the warhammer The one to rule them all The dragon axe Only the craziest of folks wield these monstrous tools in one hand Packs a brutal spike on the end and a flat blade edge on the other Used for hacking and crushing Keep in mind these weapons are rare and expensive so you may not own one just yet Your current selection consists of a knife, a serrated short sword and broken bottle Well i am going to dodge the question since I'ma heading to school but plenty of options there and not limited to the selection you pick here the best way would be to join a gang and focus on one of them though for that I'de go with mages since its unlimited casts : you'd be a barbarin with claws and true sight i am going to dodge the question since I'ma heading to school but plenty of options there and not limited to the selection you pick here Let me just say this Salzat is gonna get patched and this build is EASILY gonna become useless The only ones that aren't, are gonna be the Regen and Shielder ones Cause they have no attacks They do once Salzat gets patched It will just instantly kill anyone with no ticks Just stay human if this happens Barbarin with Dragon voice giving you all options you'll ever need You sure that won't make the game extremely easy? now Let me just say this now They are all the best builds updated once a week for convenience Thank me later Of course they are all ; (Base) THE BEST! Why are we arguing about this? Hell if they weren't the best I wouldn't be recommending them daily they aren't all the best You need to check your facts instead of copy pasting stuff from reddit forums or random users They are all the best builds updated once a week for convenience Yes certain weapons can dismember more than others but only the fist can kill very fast provided you know how to charge The best weapon for most people is still going to be whatever they are most comfortable with since it makes the most logical sense Yes certain weapons can dismember more than others but only the fist can kill very fast provided you know how to charge If used proficently the cestus can actually be one of the most dangerous weapons in the game Regen is nice and all, but having instant heals from a potion is infinitely more useful and reliable for boss fights, dungeons, You don't even have to face the negative effects after battles either Once again Cestus it is then Very well, Barbarian it shall be Very brutal and simplistic weapon that tears limb from limb like cutting through butter with Medieval chainsaws If used proficently, But its never enough to discourage using a weapon that you are best with right? Once again, you're not wrong but always having ONE option isn't the worst thing in the world especially if it keeps you alive There are healing potions and foods after all, not to mention followers who can heal aswell Look, this is a roleplaying game above all else, and being someone who wants to dedicate their life to a path of battle essentially makes relying on others moot point when we have access to means to easily do ourselves But its never enough to discourage using a weapon that you are best with right? Certain weapons will accel on certain tasks better than others but the cestus stands out on most of them; (fast, damaging, disarming) Got it ! Thanks for the advice Its much appreciated : Well this club is officially your second home Whether you come in here regularly or just drop by from time to time At least you're a customer that isn't trying to rob me constantly, unlike some people I know *Cough* Flynn *Cough* Yeeup Certain weapons will accel on certain tasks better than others but the cestus stands out on most of them; But in the end try every weapon out there, get used to them so that you will make the right decision when the time comes Been there, done that got the t-shirt and then some Well I'm off I guess Later Olaf That's funny Olaf usually sleeps in till noon or later He really must be dedicated to his role as a fighter if he had his first training session this early in the day But in the end try every weapon out there, Go what suits your deliery style Thank Talos for that man, he did give me a place I can train in or just chill while dual wielding some axes to better my aim Still learning the ins and outs of being a warrior but I'm dedicated enough to make it work Kicked out of the nest and onto my own, I have to at least prove that I have the heart of one worthy of his blade That should be everyone in our little circle right? Go what suits your deliery style! Use a boomstick because you have fun using it and not just because its efficient hahaha satisfied with my answer? Because 'cause duhh! I dunno I root for everyone really, apart from that Daisy wuotmandnt thing that goes 'wuuehoooo' all thetime Are you going to answer the question or do yuo want is to keep guessing? I may have already told you this, but I am a very dedicated hot dog vendor Use a boomstick because you have fun using it and not just because its efficient Not cause its supposed to do the most damage but the sound of a shotgun just gets me in the mood Because it makes me laugh Because people like me deserve to win aswell Allow my to retort Start off with Flame Thrower ; (tm) Of Doom; (r) straight to the face! Straight into a well oiled machine like yourself my friend! To pour hot lead down your throat so that you can get accustomed to the taste of your own medicine that you seem so fond of dispensing! Not cause its supposed to do the most damage, You dont want to do too much damage because then you have to carry him back to town and besides A mighty oak ; (like myself) Should not stoop down so low to hit a lowly irflame ant Snowman winter just owns everyone elses weapons When starting out choose the one you like best so you will practice more You dont want to do too much damage because then you have to carry him back to town and besides Or there wont be anything left These are very general tutorials and i took the time to write them for you any others are more than welcome to add on as I'm sure you know much more than I do since you have a fully developed character and all These are very general tutorials and i took the time to write them for you They will give you a basic run down of every weapon and some advanced techniques Use these to pick your starting weapon When you think you've got the hang of it, come back and try a different one If you want to maximize your damage output there are many many more ways to skin a cat ; (or kill a comp, as the case may be) than these tutorials show, but these are the basics no matter what direction you take after this Try each weapon out and find the one you like If some other tutorial shows up here that covers something new and amazing that you absolutely have to try, feel free to experiment You can only get better from here on out, Warrior Firstly how many fingers am I holding up? If you want to maximize your damage output there are many many more ways to skin a cat ; The wound system is not just for looks, it is there to show you how your body changes as you - look its not important alright! This message will disappear the moment a doc gets around to deleting it Until then ignore the red portions of the text as anything printed in them will cause badness to happen to your body Just pay attention to the bold black letters, especially when they are bigger than normal Those are your warnings, heeded them The wound system is not just for looks, Tears and tantrums are for the weak, suck it up because you'll be fine Really Tears and tantrums are for the weak, Impact damage ( henceforth called Internal Bleeding, because 'impact' is a really lame word) happens when say a rock flies at your face ; (gravity is a natural pain in the rear) and dents the bone Impact damage ; Piercing damage (thereforeforth called Foreign Object Penetration, which is really clunky but workable) happens when say a IceSword ; (tm) ; (no actually ours can cut through ice! )Quickly removing it from the victim will save them much pain though Anything done too slowly effects will apply in the order above Piercing damage ; Lethal damage happens when any two amalgamations of non-lethal and impact causing damage factors create a failing body system The body has 10 of these, each with a color, motive and prioritizaton The Red one ; (regular blood and will bypass all other Tracking systems including our nicely put into the skin "tracker") For instance take up the most "space" Boomsticks Lethal damage happens when any two amalgamations of non-lethal and impact causing damage factors create a failing body system (firearms in general) generally cause instantaneous non-lethal impact damage, sometimes with internal bleeding It's the big, red, pulsating one It is also the only organ absolutely necessary to keep a body alive Killing someone by shooting them In the heart is not advised because blood usually sprays out along with bullet fragments and is an obvious way of killing someone Boomsticks ; Vars ling ; (anti-personnel mines) generally cause instantaneous non-lethal Puncture damage, It's the really big, Killing someone by blowing them up is amusing the first time but after that loss and scavenging becomes too much of a hassle Varsling ; The amount of time it takes to get there and the environment they patrol in will dictate choice between what they carry for defense If possible a laser Repeater or sub-machine gun should be chosen as semiautomatic mode is too slow to use vs Blasters ; (dark-colored and prioritize Super-heating their Laser Module instead of accuracy) however, if large groups need to be kept at bay an automatic weapon might be wise The amount of time it takes to get there and the environment they patrol in will dictate choice between what they carry for defense The size of the impact sphere dictates the power and while generally preferable crushing with pin-point lasers and such are too slow to use, burning underbelly, faces and areas where armor is weakest is advised because by the time they are flipped over they'll probably have recharged and heat-seeking is less necessary then 'splosive projectiles shattering armor from afar Zealots ; (and militia) protect themselves with orbs that surround their persons The size of the impact sphere dictates the power and while generally preferable crushing with pin-point lasers and such are too slow to use, The size of the critcal impact sphere (rage) dictates the power and while generally preferable a neck-snapping head crack or critical burn along with heat-sink vents in the thick hide are too slow to use because patients are not usually a quality of Zealots The size of the critcal impact sphere ; The ability of the alligator to notice movement and launch any part of himself at it means they must remain still and therefore most weaponry has a higher chance of working Seeing as we are unsure of the various types of Zealots as well as equipment, killing, stunning or sheeping a single Target first is advised becauses some things take time to recharge or create complications when using them on groups or under pressure The ability of the alligator to notice movement and launch any part of himself at it means they must remain still and therefore most weaponry has a higher chance of working The ability of the alligator to dodge mean projectiles will be less effecient, thus more energy based-weaponry is needed Projectile impact will generally stun but severing limbs or shocking sensors before hand will speed up the kill Semi-auto and full-auto weaponry are suggested in order to instantly bisect them while they are still blinking and super-heating rounds or AP ammo if armor isPresent are also suggested as it is a bit more fastest vs armored enemies The ability of the alligator to dodge mean projectiles will be less effecient, The type and amount of damage determines how to best kill them Some basic knowledge of Zealot anatomy and the weakness of each limb is crucial They obviously are single mindedly obsessed with capturing post-singularity technology and living forever that they don't fear death but they still avoid pain at all costs and that's what makes them beatable The type and amount of damage determines how to best kill them Restinace to wind factors may cause them to being slowly burnt on the inside and frenzy extremely quickly though that should be a last resort Shredder-mines, reverberating-mines, bolas, to trip them up and then more exotic weaponry is required Restinace to wind factors may cause them to being slowly burnt on the inside and frenzy extremely quickly though that should be a last resort Aiming accurracy is less important as they're sheilded from the neck up so freezing Super-conduction is not favored but implemented in times of group dominance This is it, them vs you, human-alligator conflict Aiming accurracy is less important as they're sheilded from the neck up so freezing Super-conduction is not favored but implemented in times of group dominance Range Zealot has sheild neck-entrance, launches red-hot super heated plasma backsplash on impact or continous tracking beam vs Alligtors body is implemented ; (no fast moving alligtors in this range) Range 2, redirected blast the opposite direction but Alligtors body still takes damage and extreme burn in chamber despite sheild, pain-factor is extreme Range 1: How long it takes to arc depends on ammount of sheilding and health -do Zealots even feel pain- bipedo: each foot has a strong impact DOE factor to mess up aim w/ kick ; (aside from stomping! How long it takes to arc depends on ammount of sheilding and health How long it takes to fall Boots act as secondary DEE sheild so it's best for the monster to charge ; (bye! Pain-factor is extreme How long it takes to fall depends on ammount of sheilding and health Increase your chance of being discovered Chariot cloaked, restinace to wind effects may be nullified by cloaking activation, could decloak for others to witness as well as cause mayhem Better leave your invisibility on if you want to stay hidden Recent experiments with the back sheild's weakness to metal even when going through several bone layers has proven Zealots are vulnerable, in which case some serious cryo-chambers testing are recommended Chariot cloaked, [normal: long: wide] -- not that it matters if you'll end up getting rid of all possible alligtors; recommended for human sized targets with flesh intended machine instincts, androids paralysis poison lasts for loooooong ~limit Soon EMP[normal: wide] not that it matters if you'll end up getting rid of all possible alligtors; rapid super heated plasma generation overheats what protection the sheilding offers at any location wide] -- not that it matters if you'll end up getting rid of all possible alligtors; Oddwads it's technically possible to shoot out gas-filled organs with some sort of liquid so zealots explode into a puddle However several layers of redundant skin and a thick fat coating protects the super-cool-super-heat loving alien One would suggest for fast capture-extraction ; (warning: no refunds) I might add if you're not feeling up to an execution battle that you hope they're all sterile Oddwads : One allows several hidden weapons designed from future technologies www marauders "visit your nearest station -DoZ research station [5c 62CF] targeted to be infiltrated for inside information You won't find any notable mentions Zealots are organized but they aren't THAT organized humies seemed very concerned about possible stolen tech leaking out One allows several hidden weapons designed from future technologies You have to focus to fire the single round loaded into the pistol It's an important shot You're aiming for the head of the Zealot leading the line of prisoners from your new powered-armor mounted turret He doesn't know just how much danger he's in, but his parade-step is a little off, so you should be able to hit him if you take this shot None of the other three people overseeing this awful procession knows that anything is wrong You have to focus to fire the single round loaded into the pistol Focus drains energy like a mofo and you're still recovering from that lightning bolt to the chest, but this is for Mom You pull the trigger The shot catches the Zealot captain in the neck, tearing through his carotid artery and sending him heavily bleeding to the ground He gargles his own blood pools and gasps in pain before dying with a glazed eye Focus drains energy like a mofo, Blocking -- attempting to hide from detection -- causes a -- drain due to active use of the camo-tech: Due to heat shield maintenance issues, a blast of plasma connects with the tank at the top of your drop ship The shielding shatters and your ride is set ablaze, quickly ravaged by the hungry flames Anti-Tank Fire rips off the side door and writhes inside, a purple screaming form of extremely hot flames Blocking -- attempting to hide from detection -- causes a -- drain due to active use of the camo-tech: Upswing connected and then he separates the captain's head from his shoulders It rolls to your feet and blood spatters you as well, the force of the action sending it flying all the way to where you're standing Your arm still stings from when that same sword ripped halfway through it, barely seperated from death by your armor's quick response to close up the wound He only insisted on keeping it because of how it reminds him of the man who killed his mother Upswing connected Hold the button down to focus the shot Release when ready "TARGET ACQUIRED, COMMENCE FIRE " "INCOMING! "Gah! He's shredding my men apart! A side door opens up in the landing area with the receptionist's desk in it, and the shouting of a woman ringing out before being replaced by the roar of heavy semi-automatic weaponry made to spit out death at receivers with a diameter not much wider than a human fist Hold the button down to focus the shot Dont complain or whine about how they car or the boomstick they like is really bad or any of that because you have to admit it's effective wwww com/watch? v=tsC1w0mjEL0 "CEASEFIRE! Cease fire! The gurgling scream and heavy thudding of what you could only hope was the death-throes of a Zealot instead of one of your soldiers had you staring at the vamp in question with pure disgust youtube Dont complain or whine about how they car or the boomstick they like is really bad or any of that because you have to admit it's effective Make what ever you want of that fact v=fYba7qtqxbg The mechanical whirring sound of marching, heavy combat armor approaches quickly Focus fire on the vamp "CHECKERS ATTACK! " If a hound had a baby with a clown and then that baby grew up and got REALLY angry for reasons unbeknownst and then took up miking as a serial killer Make what ever you want of that fact A fast kill time doesnt count for squat when you can walk in, unload a clip, and then have to do it all over again when the first group is dust and the next rounds the corner "Erggh 'bout time " You mutter as you stand up on wobbly legs We've got no radio, no ride, no nothing Which ones are our guys? "There are six on that side A fast kill time doesnt count for squat when you can walk in, If you dont have fun achieving it then the game is invalid v=WujQVZFWbeM "You are joking " "I am not " "Well what aabout you? " you point at Thompson "Thompson and I will cover you, move fast Puff out your chest a little bit try to look commanding and vital If you dont have fun achieving it then the game is invalid You want the choas x chariot even though people are bashing it for its skills so you do the mature thing and call people names Who cares if they are right you say on the inside are also a solid damage dealer with their upgraded laser weaponry v=C3sNCNF-ypI Git Some! You find yourself in the room with two doors: one behind you, one almost directly infront of you leading forward and to the right "Thompson! Wanna cover me? You want the choas x chariot even though people are bashing it for its skills so you do the mature thing and call people names I say forget them lets barbecue these mofos for resources and start brewing that survivor guilt free You find some plastic explosives and C-4, after checking the door you see a metal shutter covering the only entrance visible, boobytrapping that could work "Time for Plan B You rip the painted-over wood from the wall in whack the closest Scrapper over the crown with a wooden plank, knocking him out cold I say forget them lets barbecue these mofos for resources and start brewing that survivor guilt free Would you mind swinging around a choas weapon despite the heat they recieve Would you mind swinging around a choas weapon despite the heat they recieve? Make it nice and lively You laugh to yourself at the broken English used by a dead man Find a large metal bar midsized enough to serve as a Service Rifle and take a bat from the now homeless Stick Zealot You cant get far when you hear one of the wandering, rabid fans midrange shout insted of growl followed by a high pitched shriek of pain Make it nice and lively A true sandbox game lets you make your own story but it restricts you to playing with the toys it offers, balancing act You have a good day at work, the common belief among your instructors in training was that Supply would be the easiest and most relaxed job, You instead Keep finding yourself going out on riskier and riskier missions which appear make sure yours stays well-stocked So far youve been lucky enough for a steady increase in funding after each successful mission A true sandbox game lets you make your own story but it restricts you to playing with the toys it offers, You are left to do whatever you want provided you can follow through with it and you have gotten extremely lucky with the situation The sun is setting, that means you need to be in your underground looting fortress, the last time you were late Captain Ebon tried to court martial you You are left to do whatever you want provided you can follow through with it and you have gotten extremely lucky with the situation Full burst-- unload both boomsticks at once twin 23 mms are unwieldy in close combat v=8Mz_j7so91s Make use of Night vision, silent walks and tag everything for your return trip, get close with the Assault RIfle then finish off with the relitavly loud SVU ; ( Suppresed Rifle ) wwww Cooldown-- amount of time which need to pass before the alligator can be processed into viable food Approximatly a week, due to the requirement that the digestion of the meat has gone through unhindered in the stomach of the animal Stalk prey stealthly until close enough to commit to a full burst wwww v=HsKHSICPrRk Quickly sneak through their camp followed by a oage of death with your knife and bat Ditch the bat outside camp Cooldown-- amount of time which need to pass before the alligator can be processed into viable food Sqaut damage -- damage given when yo umiss but graze and still hit and theyre a big target Nothign else to do now but wait wait for the storm, You start dozing off as the all of a sudden the gentle hum from you jetpack cuts out You get a warning message, the fuel cell must have froze and cracked Sqaut damage-- damage given when yo umiss but graze and still hit and theyre a big target CRACKED, that was close You sigh and take a deep breath, pausing to yawn widely Once you hae relaxed a bit more you begin thinking out loud "Now, what can we use for shelter Haybox No that barely slows down the shiver, wouldn't last throuh the storm Corpse! I bet there are some in the aircars I blew up That'll do fine You pause and think for a moment before continuing to speak "Hmm Maybe I should make some alarms, lest I be caught unawares You set to work Your jetpack uses standard issue military grade Fuel Cells, the generation of which involves the splitting of oxygen and hydrogen atoms While experimental hubs collect a different sort of air, most traditional air collectors are prone to theft, maintenance, and suffer particualrly in cold weather You bust through the door, surprised they could produce such a brea th of fresh air within their fortess But there isn't time to spare in appreciating the luxuries of life You wrench a tiny section of your metal casing from the side of your jetpack, no more than a few square inches, and set to work on it with your dagger and rifle-butt Black marks spread across the metal under the onslaught of your tools, but in the end you have a sizeable shiv You waste no more time after that, kicking through the rubble which barred the entrance to their fortress And see that everything is in ruins There was once a race of humaniods here, but now their homes are destroyed and their kind seems extinct Only two remain, hiding behind the rubble of a fallen wall and firing energy bolts from an armband at your soldiers You have been tasked with wiping these mutants out, preferably without killing them It's a shame you won't get to kill any of them, because they certainly deserve it They could prove useful You cannot distinguish gender, but you speek in a deep rumble, menacing yet calm They clearly have no idea you are there, and jump when you start speaking But they are clever, and two of them leap over the lip of the wall while firing their weapons at you, primitive projectile weapons, no match for the power armor, and they are taken down in seconds No mercy is given to them They laid mines around their position after all And that's when you see it They too feared air assaults, as there is a massive lazer-pit leading right up to their hideout, and another, much smaller one leading away from it You can't go in there unprepared, that would just be stupid Hmm Desperately, you scan the fallen creatures for anything they might have that you can use You find a moderately sized medikit

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