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puddygeeks · 4 years

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Wᴇ Cᴏᴍᴇ Rᴜɴɴɪɴɢ - Tʜᴇ 100 Bᴇʟʟᴀᴍʏ x OC - Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 39: Sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ Cʜᴀɴᴄᴇs

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Episode: Blood Must Have Blood - Part Two

Rating: Mature

Summary: During her time in the Skybox, Indigo formed a precious friendship with fellow outcast Octavia Blake, the girl under the floor. At first they thought their departure from the oppression of the Ark was a blessing, but quickly came to rely on Indigo's keen survival instincts. The 100 struggle to meet the challenges of Earth whilst Bellamy strives to lead the wavering teenagers and his irresponsible attitude fuels constant conflict with Indigo. Their only shared interest is in protecting Octavia and Indigo beings to suspect that there is a deeper cause to Bellamy's seemingly irrational choices. As the consequences of his actions mount up around him, he finally begins to confide in her and she discovers more than she ever bargained for.

Fandom: CW’s The 100

Pairing: OC x Bellamy Blake

LONG TERM ONGOING PROJECT :)

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Warnings: Mature content. Non-consent, language, sex, self harm, suicide, anxiety, helplessness, torture, captivity/confinement, alcohol/drug use.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

There was a blaring alarm that exploded into action and startled me from my thoughts. An orange light from underneath the door caught my attention and I bolted to a standing position to rush out of the room. The hall was filled with the flashing of the orange lights and the sharp tones of the alarm was almost deafening. I couldn’t decide whether this was a good or bad sign as I assessed that it could be triggered by the bunker doors opening if they had finished the transplants. My mind filled with the image of the citizens of the mountain stepping out into the open air, leaving the bodies of our people in a heap and I broke into a run. I was several levels from five where the dorms were and I understood that danger could be lurking around any corner but I was beyond any rational thought processes. The only thing that I could focus my frantic mind on was the overpowering desire to reach the dorms at any cost.

I ran through several floors and crossed the length of each level in search of the next staircase in a distracted blur. The constant pulsing sound of the alarm pushed me forward and my legs shook with panic. I felt adrenaline surging through me and it overrode the heavy tiredness from earlier. I turned the corner into a long hallway and was disoriented by the flashing of the lights, causing me to barely register the movement at the other end. The distracting sound of the alarms almost completely masked the crack of the gunshot and I leapt to the side a second too late. I felt a jolt of pain in my side as the bullet scraped me and I was struck with fright as I realised how close I had been to death.

I sprinted toward the guard as he frantically hit the side of the pistol and I prayed that it would remain jammed for long enough for me to reach him. There were barely a few steps remaining between us when I heard the click that signalled it was ready to fire again and as he pointed the gun at me, I pummelled into him. The force that I was able to muster was far larger than usual due to the adrenaline and I slogged him in the face with an unnecessary brutality. He struggled against my grip and I had to use my legs to anchor myself against him. In a rapid manoeuvre he used my weight against me as he struck me in the face and I rolled onto my back with a thump. He frenziedly stretched out for the gun that had been knocked from his grip in the collision and I kicked my legs to block him.

The shift in posture caused his body to press on me as we fought for our lives. His weight pinned me in position and I was unable to reach anything to defend myself with. He finally managed to snatch the gun from my side and I gulped in dread. I cried out as I squirmed desperately beneath him in a vain effort to prevent him from aiming efficiently and although it slowed his movements, I knew that I was only buying time. His hand approached my head despite my best efforts and in a last manic bid to survive, I lifted my shoulders to lean forward and bite him with as much ferocity as I could manage. As my teeth sunk into his arm, he cried out in pain and dropped the gun. I didn’t waste a single second in seeking out my boot and grasped the last knife that I had hidden in there tightly. I plunged it into his chest with a scream and pulled it out only to repeat the action several times over until he collapsed lifelessly onto me.

I laid back on the floor, panting as I tried to recover from what I’d just done and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. My legs shook dramatically and I could feel my blood rushing to my head. I worried that I might collapse as my body trembled and I tried to refocus on my goal even as I felt too weak to move. The alarm seemed to have gotten fainter and I was sure that I heard a voice calling out between the pulsating sounds. I forced myself to an unsteady standing position and dusted myself off as I strained to listen.

“Indigo!” My stomach lurched as I made out the muffled call of my name in the distance and I turned to face both directions in an effort to place the sound. It was impossible to tell if I’d even truly heard it between the overpowering honk of the alarm and I started to wonder if I’d simply imagined it.

“Indigo!” The voice became frantic as it rang out again and I felt all of the colour drain from my face as a pang of familiarity gripped my chest in response.

“Bellamy?” I whispered and even as the word left my lips I was hardly able to believe what I was saying. I felt foolish for even considering it but I knew his voice better than I knew my own. I took a few slow steps forward and felt as if I was in a trance. I’d heard Bellamy’s voice in my head several times since I’d been trapped here but this seemed different and I couldn’t resist the overpowering urge to follow it.

“Bellamy, is that you?” I cleared my throat and called back lightly, almost frightened to speak too loudly. A few seconds passed without a response and I waited with a growing anxiety. Although I knew that he had been alive and within the mountain for hours according to the report of others, I hadn’t been able to truly comprehend the weight of this information. I’d been making choices based on the idea that he might need my help, but I hadn’t allowed myself to develop any significant hope that it was true. At any time I’d started to believe that I may have the chance to see him again, I quashed it by reminding myself of the odds of his survival.

“Indigo! Where are you?!” The voice grew panicked, even desperate and I began to struggle to tell myself that it wasn’t him with any conviction. I jogged toward the next stairwell in a daze and took myself a level closer to five. I emerged on the next floor and navigated through the identical hallways with difficulty. My mind was racing as I hoped for him to call out again and I was too afraid to shout first in fear that I had imagined it. I got disoriented after turning several corners and I realised that I may have turned myself around in my hazy lack of concentration.

“Indigo!” I heard his voice much clearer with his next call and my heart leapt into my throat. It sounded close now and my eyes immediately filled with tears at this thought. I quickened my pace as I broke into a run through the halls, unable to remember where I was supposed to be going any longer. I couldn’t think about anything but reaching the source of the voice as Bellamy’s face flashed through my consciousness.

“Bellamy!” I called back for the first time in a firm, hopeful way and I was sure that I could hear rapid footsteps approaching. I touched the wall as I zipped around a corner in an effort to throw myself around it faster and I had no attention remaining on my surroundings.

“INDIGO!” He bellowed back and his voice seemed to have reached a frenzied point now that he’d heard me respond. I hurtled around the next corner, unsure if I was getting any closer or if he’d just been louder in his urgency. I was panting as I forced myself to keep moving and searched for him. I turned into a painfully long hallway and I caught a glimpse of movement at the far end as something passed the entrance. I registered the telltale black mop of hair, the brown and white guards uniform that the others had reported him to be wearing and I knew from the large stature exactly who I’d just seen. For a moment, I thought I had seen a ghost and I found myself wondering if I’d finally cracked under the emotional strain.

“BELLAMY!” I screeched as I paused on the spot in disbelief. I heard the pounding of boots before he appeared at the end of the hall. We stood for a fleeting few moments, staring back at each other doubtfully before he broke into a run again.

I fell into a sprint as I tore forward with a desperation that I couldn’t control and there were already tears escaping me at just the sight of him. He looked exhausted, even from a distance and the moment was made more surreal by seeing him wearing the uniform of the Mount Weather guards. Although we were both moving as quickly as we could carry ourselves, it felt as if time slowed as we charged at each other. I was almost crushed under the weight of my relief and I found myself no longer caring if this were a hallucination. Whatever it was that allowed me to see him in front of me, I was thankful for it.

I could hardly breathe as I took the last few steps and his arms were wide open to me. I practically launched myself at him as we collided and he lifted me into his grip. I felt such a sense of elation at his embrace that it made me feel almost completely weightless as my feet left the ground. I clung to him with a vice like force as my arms closed around his shoulders and his fell to my waist. No amount of willpower could prevent the tears from streaming down my cheeks and I knew that I was likely soaking his shirt but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I prayed that the moment would never end as I felt the familiar safety in his arms that I had craved almost every second since I saw him last. I slowly became aware of the hole in my chest gradually shrinking with every overjoyed heartbeat. He moved one of his hands from my waist to the back of my head to stroke my hair gently. He sniffed lightly beside my ear and I knew that he was battling his emotions too.

After what seemed like an eternity of holding each other, I felt myself returning to the ground as he lowered me and my boots touched the floor so gently that it was obvious he was savouring every moment too. He pulled away from me with a painful reluctance and although he stepped back to view me, he kept his hands on my arms to stop me from moving out of his reach. I gazed up at him in amazement, drinking up every detail of how he looked with a feeling of disbelief.

“This can’t be happening.” I breathed and he furrowed his brow at me. “You died!” I whispered and my voice cracked as I spoke. I quickly wiped the tears away so that I could still see him clearly, not wanting to take my eyes off him for a single moment. His resolve broke as he looked down at me through watery eyes.

“I thought I’d lost you.” He muttered under his breath as he viewed me with such a pained expression that it only fueled my doubt in this reality. Although losing him had been soul destroying for me and our time apart had allowed me to realise the depth of my feelings for him, I never anticipated that he would struggle without me. I started to feel as if I couldn’t trust what I was seeing and I craved some reassurance that would allow me to enjoy the moment for what it was.

“A-are you real?” I asked in a small, weak voice and I watched as his expression changed to one of deep concern. I couldn’t help my doubts; as much as I wanted to believe in him, I knew that my mind had been unreliable for a while now.

“Of course I’m real.” He answered as he moved to examine me in an analytical way. It seemed as if he were checking me for any signs of injury, or perhaps something that would reveal brainwashing and I smiled fondly at his worry. “Are you okay? Did they do something to you?” He asked as he met my eyes again. I reached up to take his face in my hands as I fixed him with a scrutinising look and I felt my brows knit together.

“Do you promise? You’re really here?” I croaked as the tears poured out and I waited for the doubt to leave me. I yearned to trust what I was seeing, I wanted to believe that he was here with my entire soul but I couldn’t push away the niggling doubt. My eyes roamed over the familiar details of his face as I cupped it in my hands and he met my eyes with an understanding look.

“I’m here Indigo.” He asserted and spoke in a firm tone as he battled to reassure me. “I’m here with you, I promise.” He expressed with sympathy, as if he finally comprehended the gravity of his arrival here for me and I felt my heart skip a beat.

I traced my fingers along his strong jaw as I re-familiarised myself with him and he leaned keenly into my touch. I gazed at him in wonder, watching his scruffy hair fall in front of his eyes, taking in every freckle that was perfectly scattered across his dewy skin and my breath hitched as he bit his lip, drawing my attention to his mouth. I felt a warmth spreading from my chest as I was transfixed by him and I sensed the incredible pull between us urging me forward.

I moved closer as if magnetized to him and I forced myself to meet his eyes again. I was hyper aware of every part where our bodies met and I gained a foreign hunger that craved to be tangled up with him. I got the sensation that gravity grew heavier around us as I stared into the hypnotising brown of his eyes and I was struck by the depth of the desire that I found there. I became aware of the intense regret that I’d been living with since I first woke in Mount Weather still watching from the back of my mind and it gave me the reminder I needed to seize the chance before it was too late again. He opened his mouth to speak but I pulled him to me with both hands as I flung any last residual hesitance from my mind.

All words were lost as our lips collided and although I was driven by an all consuming need for him, I kept enough control to kiss him softly. In the moment that we touched, everything seemed to become more vivid and any thought of this being a hallucination abandoned me as I drowned in the detail of the moment. I could feel the warmth of his skin, smell his earthy scent that I’d tried to recreate in my mind countless times and felt his gentle breaths on my cheek. There was the sensation of completion in my chest, as if some long lost part of me finally returned home as I wound my fingers into his soft curls and my lips moved against his delicately, like butterfly wings.

It was clear that I’d caught him by surprise with my boldness and he took a sharp breath as if the reality of our contact was just breaking through his shock. He surged forward as his arms circled me, gathering me against him and we touched at every point as he pressed us together. He groaned softly, low in his throat as he deepened the kiss and his hand caressed my back on its journey up to grasp my hair. His other arm stayed tightly around my waist and I threw an arm over his shoulders for stability as I balanced on my tiptoes.

Our lips moved in perfect sync and every fresh connection of them made my heart hammer slightly harder. He kissed me like I’d never realised I wanted to be kissed and I was almost completely bowled over by a rush of exhilaration that thrummed through my entire body. I clung to his hair to brace myself as the world seemed to spin around us and I felt myself becoming lost in him. The heat rose to my cheeks as his tongue touched mine and the sensation was like being struck with lightning as electricity crackled between us. The kiss blew any other thoughts from my mind, shutting my over analyzing brain down at last and it was so addictive that I lost track of my other basic needs.

We broke apart reluctantly to gasp for air and he left me panting. He smiled down at me with a look of fascination as his chest rose and fell heavily and I couldn’t see anything but him in my state of bliss. I had wondered for longer than I could ever openly admit what it would be like to experience his lips on mine, but the reality was utterly world changing. As we soaked in each other’s presence during the aftermath, everything seemed strangely like it was meant to be. We fit together, like finally finding the right key for a lock and I stared at him with a contentment I never expected to be able to feel. We still clung to each other as I waited for my lungs to recover and my heartbeat to normalise and I was glad to see that he looked as blown away as I felt. I noticed the alarm still blaring in the background as my attention returned slowly to our surroundings and he glanced over his shoulder with a regretful look.

“We should meet the others, they’ll be worried about you.” He stated in a reluctant tone as he explored me. He took my hand in his and laced our fingers together. “Come on, I've done plenty of poking around, I know this place pretty well by now.” He smiled as he tugged on me and we fell into step comfortably with his grip on my hand tightening as if he needed to reassure himself that I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Are the others alright? What happened?” I asked as my focus returned and the panic over my other loved ones hit me with a fresh wave.

“We lost some people but most of them are still kicking. We released the radiation...we had no other choice. Jasper’s pretty broken up over Maya, but he’s alive. Monty and Raven are with the others-” He started to explain but I cut him off with confusion.

“Raven’s alive?” I interrogated with a gasp as I studied him and he smiled as he continued to navigate me through the halls.

“Yeah, Abby patched her up. She got captured trying to help with the rescue but she made it.” He confirmed as he met my eyes with a hint of disbelief. “You were really in the dark here, huh?” He suggested as I stared at him with wide eyes and I wondered what else I’d missed whilst captive here. I knew immediately what I needed to ask next but I was terrified that my luck was about to run out. I took a deep breath to steel myself for the answer.

“What about Octavia? Miller said she was hurt during the fight at camp?” I queried in a small, worried voice and he squeezed my hand reassuringly.

“She was, but Lincoln got her out before the dropship launched. She’s actually pretty much becoming a grounder now, would you believe?” He chuckled lightly and I could barely comprehend his words. “We’d better hurry, she’s looking for you too.” He added as he tried to pull me forward but I stopped in my tracks as the information registered in my mind. He turned back to view me with concern and I felt the colour drain from my face in shock. I pictured Octavia in my mind, reflecting on the agonising grief and soul destroying guilt that I had felt every time I thought of her until now and I started to believe that I might have misheard him out of hope.

“Did...did you just say Octavia is here?” I stuttered and he stepped closer to take both of my hands in his. He observed me closely with an intense compassion and I felt reassured just having him there.

“She’s alive and she’s here. I don’t know what they’ve been telling you here, but we’re okay Indie.” He smiled at me as he stared into my eyes and made his best attempt to convince me. “We split up to search for you as soon as we realised you weren’t in the dorms. No one had seen you being operated on, so I knew you were probably still causing trouble somewhere. She’s going to be so glad to see you, though not as glad as me.” He explained before smiling down at me fondly. I felt fresh tears running down my cheeks as relief washed over me and I wiped them away in an effort to hold myself together. He released one of my hands to return to my side and tugged to encourage me to move. I took a step to follow his lead but I winced as a shooting pain in my side caused me to pause on the spot. He was immediately in front of me and his brows furrowed as he examined me. “What is it?” He asked in a frantic voice and I batted him away.

“I’m fine, it’s just a scrape. I literally dodged a bullet earlier.” I explained in a light tone as I smiled at him and he raised a brow at me. “Now that you say it, he must have been one of the guards who had the transplant, he didn’t seem to be affected by the radiation. I don’t feel so bad about killing him now.” I added and Bellamy chuckled under his breath. I pushed forward and dragged him along with me by his hand. He was initially reluctant but he tore his attention away from me to direct us as I spoke. I felt myself becoming light headed but tried to ignore it as I focused on reaching the dorms. “Anyway, we don’t want to keep Tavi waiting, she’s probably already going to be pissed at me for making her worry.” I joked despite the heavy emotions that I was carrying and I felt that I needed the distraction as my body grew heavier. Bellamy glanced over at me in an assessing manner and cleared his throat in an effort to cover his worry.

“I recognise that jacket.” He commented with a sly smile as he glanced at the oversized jacket that I was wrapped in and I felt my face flush slightly as I considered my dependence on it. My behaviour seemed insane now that I knew they had survived the fight at camp and I felt awkward explaining it, even if I knew that he would be understanding.

“Jasper picked it up for me after the dropship launched.” I explained as I purposefully withheld all of the intricate details about how it had been holding my fragile sanity in place. I definitely wasn’t ready to reveal the state that I’d been in and couldn’t consider how I would address this right now.

“That would explain why I couldn’t find it back at camp.” He grinned as he playfully winked at me and I felt my heart flip at the action.

“I was keeping it warm for you.” I teased and enjoyed being able to share light conversation with him again. It almost felt as if the last three weeks hadn’t happened and for a few peaceful minutes, all of our combined sins faded into background noise. I sighed in contentment as I shuffled along, hand in hand with him. “Besides, I had to give you a reason to look for me.” I added in the hope that I sounded teasing rather than vulnerable.

“I’ll always look for you.” He replied firmly and I squirmed uncomfortably. It still felt surreal to even be here with him and hearing him speak so honestly and tenderly to me only added to the feeling. I considered that perhaps losing me to the mountain had caused the same regret and self reflection in him that it had in me, but the thought felt arrogant and I pushed it away to deal with later. I felt a sharp stab of pain in my side that caused me to hiss and double over. He stepped in front of me to block me from walking any further and then helped me to straighten up.

“Okay that’s enough, let me take a look.” He insisted as he pushed aside the jacket to view the area that I’d been holding. His eyes widened as his hands reached my side and he peaked at me in horror. “Indie, I don’t know why you think you have super powers all of a sudden, but you didn’t dodge that bullet. I don’t even know how you’re still walking, that’s a lot of blood.” He explained as his eyes darted back down at the wound. I watched him in surprise; I hadn’t even felt it until now and I hadn’t bled on him when we kissed. I moved the jacket to find that the inside was soaked in blood and realised that it must have been containing it. I started to feel weak and unsteady and could no longer draw from the abnormal strength that adrenaline had given me.

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine, let’s just get to the others.” I deflected and as I tried to step forward, I fell into his chest. He caught me before lifting me into his arms and breaking into a rushed pace. “I can walk.” I breathed, despite feeling my head spinning as everything grew darker around me. I heard another set of footsteps approaching but my vision was too hazy to comprehend whose they were.

“Monty! She’s been shot, get Abby or Clarke, now!” Bellamy’s voice was frantic and I fought the growing heaviness in my eyes to stay in the moment with him.

“Hey, the whole gang’s here.” I whispered in response to Clarke’s name and even through my blurred vision, I could recognise the terror in his face as he looked down at me.

“Don’t even think about dying on me Indigo, just hang on.” His desperate pleas were the last thing I heard before I lost consciousness.

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littlemisskookie · 7 years

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Greek Gods Series Prologue Poseidon Aphrodite Ares Artemis Interlude Hades Hermes Zeus Ship: General!Jungkook | Spy!Reader Description: Jeon Jungkook, to put it, was a very lustful man. Lust for the opposite sex, lust for blood, and soon enough, lust for you. And they say keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. As in, intimately closer. Warnings: TRIGGERING! EXTREMELY GRAPHIC! GORE! TORTURE! Mentions fo Self Harm, Death, Choking, Breathplay, Knifeplay, Bloodplay, Intercourse, Blowjob, Humiliation, D/S Themes, S/M Themes, Creampie, Slight Exhibitionism, Fingering, Biting, Spanking, Degrading Names, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Light Angst Word Count: 13,804 A/N: NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART! Take warnings seriously! This is extremely triggering for some and definitely not light-hearted in any way, shape, or form. Also, this isn’t meant to be disrespectful towards certain countries because of politics, and it isn’t meant to do any harm.

Jeon Jungkook, to put it, was a very lustful man. Lust for the opposite sex, lust for blood, and soon enough, lust for you.

He was a simple man to understand, and after gathering intel on him for years, you got closer to him than anyone from your side ever had. While the other agents couldn't get so much as a few miles close, you were both chest to chest. Oh yes, it'd be an understatement to say you two became close.

They say keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. As in, intimately closer.

Jungkook's army was at war on your own, the mighty general being a thorn in your side since the wretched battles began, and it didn't help that you were the unknown sister of the general for your own army. After faking your death and erasing your identity, you stowed away to become one of the top spies in the secret government, set on vanquishing enemies and acquiring information. You had begun your training when you were only eleven, and now, ten years later, when the identity of the enemy's general was finally revealed, you were at the top of the list to infiltrate Jungkook's plans.

You had expected to assassinate him, perhaps sneak into his room or safes to find hidden documents or files. Your job was much harder, and it figured they'd send you to him yourself. The boy was known to be a war genius, nineteen today, meaning he had begun his elaborate and admittedly brilliant plans to pummel your army at only nine years old. But he hadn't been a match for your brother, who took over after five years in battle, having many more years of training and practice than Jungkook, since he himself fought in battle and started learning battle strategies for twelve years. You weren't even sure your brother knew you were an agent since he was stolen away when he was simply a child to begin training for the army. He was a war hero, but neither he nor Jungkook seemed to be able to outdo the other. You yourself sensed Jungkook was somewhat holding back.

The war was incredibly important since it could easily determine the fate of World War 3. in 2019, the US and Russia signed a peace treaty to avoid using nuclear weapons on each other, where the US would hold back its weapons and military force, and Russia would help in holding back North Korea's nuclear bombs. Even decades later, the treaty was still intact, though now it was very close to being broken.

The war between Jungkook's army and your own was ongoing, started over a decade ago, and yet was still strong and continuing, only getting worse as time progressed. North Korea, Russia, and China were all feeding extra weapons for his cause, while the UK, US, and Germany were secretly feeding weapons for your own team. Both sides were secretly being given the technology and weapons needed to continue the war, keeping it strong and striving, hoping desperately to go against the others.

The end of the war would trigger World War 3- for all relations with other countries were incredibly tense at the moment, simply waiting to be broken. The winner of the war would pour in more countries for whoever won, each wanting to up their chances by going for the one with the upper hand, simply looking for themselves to gain profit. That was why it was so vital to win this war- it could help determine which side would win.

So in a way, the fate of the world could easily rest on your shoulders.

After gathering so much intel on him you knew him better than anyone else in the country, it made perfect sense for you to sneak your way in as his lover. You disguised yourself as a nurse, implanting chips in people's brains to locate you as close as possible to the general. You waited, gathering information from the other nurses as they used their idle gossip to go on about Jungkook himself, rumors no one else could've known back at the agency.

He had plenty of mistresses, but none lasted. None could give him what he truly desired. Each was desperate to sate him, for his devilish good looks and dominating personality seemed to make them melt into mush at his feet, desire overwhelming them as they were willing to do exactly as he said. They'd be cast out of doors, stripped naked, beaten badly and crying out. One would've thought he tortured them, perhaps raped them as well, though some of his colleagues whispered how that wasn't quite the case. Perhaps the general was into darker things than normal, and you had your own suspicions, sneaking down to where the wounded mistresses stayed, crying in their sleep as you quietly whispered and asked what he did to them, having their frightened eyes and flying lips spill some of the atrocities they weren't able to handle. You gathered the information you needed before yanking out the pillows beneath their heads, suffocating them until their muffled screams stopped and kicking legs ceased to move. Most simply didn't bother to look into it, suspecting they died from their injuries, and you were free to carry on your sleuthing.

You kept close to corners, straying from his eyes as he walked around the floors of the buildings, either walking to battle or to strategy rooms. People scampered out of his way, afraid to cross, each trembling with fear with each step he took. You couldn't deny that he was handsome, power and dominance radiating off of his body, but you seemed to understand immediately the type he was, and exactly what he wanted.

Some would say that each time someone mentioned the enemy, his eyes would light up with unknown delight and mystery, a malevolent smile curling into his lips. He'd have a wicked, yet charming snicker, ringing through out the room as he decided to go either medium or soft on them. Some said he refused to show the true power of his weapons, nuclear and atomic that were sent by his allies, for he enjoyed watching the dance of weapons all too much to let it end- even after ten years. He was a vicious killer, showing up to every battle, and he always seemed to kill the most. Everyone knew he purposely avoided your brother, but you started to think it wasn't so much cowardice as it was for entertainment regarding the future battles.

And it seemed to click exactly how you could get him to keep you. Yet how were you to have him yours in the first place?

The opportunity arose when you least suspected it. You had just framed another nurse for poisoning several wounded soldiers (after all, they are the enemy) when Jungkook came storming into the hospital wing. The shouting and anger seemed to cease, and the doctors holding up the bloodied nurse- her face already badly beaten, nose broken, and a swollen eye- immediately dropped the woman, frozen in shock as they stared at the general. Never before had he come to the hospital wing, but his nose was flaring, eyes wide and blazing with anger. Everyone seemed to tremble, frozen and wide eyed as they stared at the man. You remained stoic and still, casually leaning on the wall as you stared at the spectacle.

"Is this the woman?" Jungkook stared at the bloody heap at the feet of the doctors, his chest rising and falling with anger.

"Y-Yes sir," one of the doctors stammered. "S-She's been poisoning over forty of our men, general, s-she has been-"

"Pick her up this instant," Jungkook said lowly, his voice ominous and dark.

The doctors quickly picked her up by either arm, dragging her up, her eyes looking to the general in mercy and in fear. She was trembling, coughing up blood, her upper lip busted. "P-Please, s-s-sir, I didn't-" she horked up some more blood, letting it splatter at her feet. "I-I didn't d-d-do it!"

You wanted to scoff at her attempts, insisting she was innocent. You planted the evidence too perfectly, there was no way anyone would believe her. You hijacked the system and didn't leave a single fingerprint, even disguising yourself as her and planting evidence in her own bed sheets and on her own skin. It was all too obvious.

Jungkook stepped forward coolly, his expression unmoved. His large, veiny hands were on either side of her head, and in a blur, a sickening snap rang throughout the room, and the woman crumbled in the doctors' arms, her neck twisted at an odd angle. Her death was quick, efficient, and public. You had no idea Jungkook was so merciful.

He looked towards the doctors, his expression calm compared to their frightened and sickened ones. "Send her outside, cut up her corpse, and burn it in the furnace. I don't like leaving a mess for someone so insignificant."

They nodded urgently, picking up her body and rushing between the doors, everyone shriveling up and cowering at the atrocity that was just committed. Sure, it was justice, at least as far as they knew, but it was monstrous all the same.

Jungkook's about to step out before he pauses, craning his neck as he looks back at you. "And who are you?"

"But a simple nurse," you spoke calmly.

"Name?"

"Min Jun," you say, using the fake name that you've been under since you arrived.

"Why is it that you're the only one who isn't recoiling?" Jungkook quirked a brow, stepping closer to you. "You've witnessed your coworker's death."

"She got what she deserved," you pointed out blatantly. "Who am I to cower when justice is being served? The enemy isn't one to be pitied."

Jungkook smirked, his eyes lighting up as they glazed over your figure. "Very respectable. And you don't fear me?"

"Do I have a reason to?" you challenged, raising a single brow as you met his eye.

He seemed impressed, half momentarily stunned by your boldness, but a wide grin stretched across his face as his fingers curled in the air, slim fingers beckoning you forward with enticing grace. "Would you care to follow me, Miss Min Jun?"

You smirked, following him step as you walked side by side- like equals, his arm curling around your shoulders, the muscular arm that could kill you in an instant taking on a somewhat protective form, and yet you knew better.

Within a moment he yanked open a door, shoving you inside what appeared to be a closet. A light flickered on, and you looked to Jungkook's nimble fingers splayed out over the light switch, your eyes traveling from his hand and along his muscular arm to his face, sharp jawline and hooded eyes. Within a moment he slammed you against the door, fingers locked around your neck, his eyes staring at you with a certain type of whimsy and amusement. He cocks his head at you, as though he was admiring how your face steadily and slowly began to bloom red.

"Are you scared of me now?" he asks you, his face serious and calm, watching as your flaring nostrils seemed to beg for breath. "I could kill you if I continue... aren't you frightened?"

You knew that if you said you were, he'd snap your neck in an instant. What drew him to you was the opposite, and you knew you had to keep that quality close. It was easy to tell exactly what he liked, now that you gathered more intel than anyone back at the agency. He loved a good battle and fighting, seeing how it plays out even when he holds back power to where he knows he could instantly win. Chances are that it'd be the same for dominance, where he'd like to battle it out before completely overpowering somebody.

And you needed to be exactly that. A challenge.

Jungkook's grip loosened slightly, and you cracked a weak smile. "Why would I be scared when I enjoy it, baby?"

His eyes widened with shock, lighting up at your daring words, and his grip tightened once again, his hand traveling down your body beneath your nurse-dress, cupping your sex and running his fingers sensually through the fabric. "Seems like we've got ourselves a whore here, huh?" he snickers. "A dirty one too... what a freak. Just how I like 'em."

His hands move away from your core, and the hand clasped around your throat starts dragging you down to the point where you were sitting down, and Jungkook's hand was instead buried in your hair, a fistful of the strands as he roughly had you look up at him. He quirks a brow. "Still like it?" he questions, a smirk on his face.

You break out into a smile, "I won't waste my time with someone who's soft. But I'm not sure if you've really earned it. I'd much prefer seeing you on your knees, begging for a rough fuck."

He grinned. "Oh really? I have to earn it?"

You gave him a snide look. "I'm not just going to beg and whine for your dick just like that. I'm not so easy like your other whores. You'd probably just crumble the moment I force your mouth to attach to my cunt, huh? Bet you wouldn't even know what to do."

This was all just a persona for you. A part of a character, a stolen identity. If this was how you were supposed to be enticing enough for Jeon Jungkook, you'd be as snarky and as tempting as you could be. It seemed to please the man because soon enough he was diving down to your level, his hands on your shoulders quickly sliding down to your wrists, keeping them pinned on either side of the door, while his tongue dived into your hot cavern to fight with your own.

The battle for dominance was a hard one, and though you planned to let him win, you fought eagerly, trying to make it seem as though you desperately wanted him to be the submissive. Even if you won he wouldn't be compliant, but who knew what it'd do for his ego to have won the small, mini-battle for the overall one. Your tongues danced together, each as aggressive as the next, and though your lungs seemed to burn for air you refused, not wanting to tire out until you were certain he'd be satisfied.

At last, your movements seemed to give up, and you turned your head to the side to start gasping for breath, filling your lungs with oxygen as you screwed your eyes shut. Jungkook smirked, "Giving up so easily, doll?"

"Fuck you," you spat, gritting your teeth.

He laughed in response, snickering as he got up onto his feet, tangling his fist in your hair and jolting you forward from your sitting position to one on your knees. "Seems like I earned it," he grinned. "Now, open up doll, I think it's time for my reward after your surrender."

The tingling sensation from how harshly he yanked on your hair caused your scalp to sting, and you gritted your teeth, unable to deny to yourself the fact that you enjoyed it far more than any of his regular dames. You would spend the nights testing out what the mistresses whispered in gradual levels, as though you were training yourself. You'd choke yourself with your own hands until your vision became dotted, you used a razor to cut light lines along your inner ankles to get used to the blood and see how deep you could go until it scarred, never daring to do too much. And you tried, again and again, to condition yourself to where whatever he attempted wouldn't be something you couldn't handle. And through your conditioning, you found out what made it so sexually pleasing, and how someone could admire the blood that dripped down the skin and the joy of seeing the brink of death brought in such erotic fantasies.

As for the regular sexual activities, you weren't inexperienced. Often times during your training you'd have to treat your superiors to help you move up a few ranks, or perhaps sleep with a few fellow trainees to catch them when they were most vulnerable, and only then were you able to make the jump on them to move up another slot. You were ruthless, doing whatever you could to guarantee you were the best, and that you were on top. No one was going to take that away from you, and at the academy, there was a good reason they told you to have your back watched. Killing wasn't against the rules because it was simply seen as experience. If you truly were worthy of being in their league, you wouldn't be killed by a lower ranking agent, now would you?

So if Jeon Jungkook wanted a blowjob, you'd bring up everything you could to please him. But the mission wasn't to kill him- he'd have a backup in case of his death, you were sure- the mission was to get the information of his strategies.

Jungkook undid his belt, hastily yanking down his pants with one hand, his other hand snaking from your hair to your cheek, giving it a few sharp slaps. "Open up, doll," he snickers, watching as you stared up at him, opening your mouth obediently. He grabs at your jaw, his middle finger and thumb both digging into either cheek, forcing you to look up at him. Your tongue seems to slip out partially, a small bit of drool pooling down your chin, and Jungkook's eyes look at you with glee. "I think I'm going to enjoy using this dirty mouth of yours, and finally use it for something useful."

His hand moves up and down his length, already rigid and firm in his hand, and he slowly pumps it. He readies himself for you, licking his lip as he stared down at you, your jaw in an awkward position, anticipating what he would do next. You'd let him do anything he wanted to you, you needed to. This was your chance. Only mistresses were allowed in his bedroom, and you'll be damned if he wasn't hiding something there. Your agency was positive about it.

He directs himself at your lips, letting the tip circle around your lips before he pushes in, and you widen for him, surprised that he immediately hits the back of your throat. Your hands fly up to his thighs, muscular under your palms, and you begin to gag around the tip of his cock, choking on it. It felt as though the air had been knocked right out of you, and you most certainly weren't prepared. He grinned at your response, hissing in delight at how your nails dug into his skin, already piercing it. You were sure you'd get blood under your fingernails.

You tried your best to stop your throat from quivering and spasming around the tip of his cock, and Jungkook seemed to marvel at your discomfort and pain, grinning like the sadist he was. You tried to calm yourself, thankful when he started to move back, where he was back towards the entrance of your mouth, and he started pumping himself into your mouth, where you tried to relax your throat to prevent the same gagging and furious coughing from earlier.

He pulls out, and you cough furiously, pounding your hand against your chest as you started to regain your breath. Jungkook smirks to you, "Think you can handle it, doll? I'll send you right back out. Pity though, I was starting to have hope for you."

You glared at him. "Bring it on, fucker. I'm not going to stop anything, do your worst."

He grinned deviously, gripping his cock as he redirected it towards you, quirking a brow. "You asked for it, you ready now?"

You sucked in a breath through your nose, opening your mouth obediently, looking him dead in the eye as a silent yes. He plunged himself back into your mouth, and you screwed your eyes shut to prevent gagging once again. You were better this time, though he wasn't purposely jabbing the back of your throat this time. He pumped himself into your mouth, beginning his pace as it started to speed up with every thrust. You winced when he touched the back of your throat, but succeeded this time in not gagging, able to relax your throat and jaw as Jungkook moved within you.

Hollowing your cheeks, you did your best to suck on him, despite his fast pace as he brutally snapped his hips. This was a test, you knew it. He was testing you to see if you were really the sort of pet that could handle him. This was vanilla for him, probably. But exactly how much would you be able to endure? You hoped all of it, or at least succeed in your mission before it got to a certain point where even you'd be unable to handle it. Still, you mentally and physically tried to prepare yourself for this beast, and you were rather stubborn, persistent, and ambitious. You tried to hold confidence that you'd get through this.

Jungkook didn't mind being loud. He had labored grunts as he thrust into your mouth, enjoying how your nails dug into his thighs, holding on as though for dear life. The mix of grunts, hisses, and moans filled the small closet, and his fingers tangled in your hair as he repeatedly thrust into your mouth. Each time his cock slipped out, you'd take in greedy gulps of air, only for him to slap the side of it against your cheek once or twice, and continue his pace.

You felt as though your lungs were on fire, and you hadn't been able to take in any air for a while. You knew that you could easily go without taking a breath for thirty seconds, and your maximum time including struggling was a full sixty seconds. Tears seemed to prick at the corners of your eyes, some slipping down your cheeks as you tried not to think about the pain in your chest, trying to endure it for him. He seemed to notice and slipped out, and for a moment you thought he was going to take pity on you.

He bent down where he was eye level with you, a cocky smirk on his face as he tilted your chin up with one hand, licking a stripe up your cheek, tasting the saltiness of your tears. He then stood, furiously jacking off, aiming directly at your face. You opened your mouth, on your knees as you inhaled as much air as you could, expecting him to enter your cavern once again.

Instead, he kept on jacking off, staring down at you. "Would you like my cum all over your face?" he questions, cocking a brow. "If you do... I'll make you walk out in public. Are you willing to do it?"

"Yes," you answered immediately.

"Are you sure?" his pace quickens, his veiny hands firm as he keeps pumping himself, pearls of precum forming at the tip. "Once you do it, I'm walking you to my room... you know you'll stay there as mine."

"Yes, that's fine, do it already," you urged, eyes lighting up with the prospect of him finally accepting you as a pet, able to have access to his room. This was your chance! You'd have completed the test and finally be accepted to the area you needed most, and even though it'd involve degradation and humiliation, you were more than willing to endure it.

Jungkook's pace quickened, and he leaned over the door, pressing his arm against it as he groaned out, and you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the hot liquid cover your face, small splotches forming. You kept your lips pressed together, careful to not lick up a single drop, even though some of it was dripping down your lips and chin. When it was over, you looked over to Jungkook, who was grinning with satisfaction.

"Don't you look stunning," he chuckled. "I'm a fair man, and I'm sure you know what you're getting into, being a nurse and having to treat... injuries. If you wipe off the cum now, or at any point as you're walking with me to the room, it's off. You and I won't have any more fun together, doll, though that'd be a pity. But if you succeed, meaning everyone gets to know just what a mess I can make you as another one of my whores-" He paused, smirking to you as he caught some of the sticky substance that was dripping down your chin, and proceeding to wipe it on your cheek. "Then you're not going to have to work as a nurse anymore. Do you want this?"

"Absolutely," you said with no hesitation, eyes glimmering with being close to the next step. His fingers travel to his thighs, the small scratches you made, blood prickling up the skin, and small droplets that turned fatter and fatter each second, dripping down. He scooped some of it up, taking it in two fingers before putting them in his mouth, staring you in the eye.

He quirked a brow towards you, smiling. "We'll see how eager you are." He quickly shoves his softening cock back into his pants, zipping them up and combing his fingers through his hair, and then proceeding to open the door.

He immediately walked out, and you had no choice but to trail behind him. Your cheeks burned immediately at the gawking stares and wide eyes that turned towards you, burning into your head, and you started to feel a bit more sheepish than you thought you would be. You thought this would be a breeze, but evidently, it isn't as easy as you thought. It was humiliating.

You became more aware of your appearance. Your hair was probably a mess from how harshly Jungkook yanked on it, lipstick smudged all over your lower face, and of course, the drying cum that covered your face. Your cheeks were crimson, and you knew any attempt to hide your face would have no use. You hated the judging and the mortification, and you wanted nothing more than to slit their throats one by one, for them to stop looking at you that way. But you knew you couldn't, and this was Jungkook's test. You had shown you were willing to fight him in battles, yet go through his plans, and he was seeing whether or not you were lying.

You did your best to stand proud and tall behind him, your eyes trained on the back of his head to ignore the stares that pierced your skull like daggers. Coworkers were whispering to each other, and some had their eyes scanning your features, as though memorizing exactly what you'd look like so that they'd gossip more about the general's newest whore: one of their own nurses.

You tried to memorize the route he took, going up elevators and taking sharp turns, and eventually, you found yourself in the bedroom of the general. He bent down, letting small red lights scan his iris, and proceeded to press his entire hand against a small screen. Immediately, a small compartment jumped out from the door, holding what looked like a white piece of plastic. Jungkook picked it up, pressing his tongue flat against it and putting it back, where the compartment closed once again. Within a moment, a small knob protruded from the metal door, and Jungkook twisted it open, welcoming you inside.

The room was well lit, looking rather ordinary. Well, ordinary to the sex dungeon you were expecting, though there was one small wall of sex toys of flogs, whips, chains, and lingerie alike. You resisted any urge to shudder at the sight, remaining cool and collected as you peered around the rest of the room. The bed was big, a velvety red, and from the looks of it, the sheets were made of silk. Small ornaments were made of ivory or gold, and above the bed hung an elaborate painting of what you assumed to be the Greek god, Ares. The walls were black, and the soft lighting showed how small details of the room tied closer to your general.

On the headboard of the bed, carved into the dark wood were small knives. The legs of the desk looked as though they were dripping with blood, and the same went for the sides of the dressers. There was something oddly beautiful as well as morbid about his room, and it seemed to master both elegance and detail. You marveled at it all, admiring how it all seemed to tie together, already forming what seemed to be the perfect depiction for what you knew of Jungkook, a sadistic, violence crazed bastard. At least he was hot, so perhaps that's why the world seemed to excuse it so far.

You wondered whether or not he'd be more merciful or more ruthless since you passed his test and were able to make it to his bedroom, and you decided it'd be best not to ponder over the fact. You were here willingly, and there was a reason you worked to get to this position. You needed it, and you'd suck Jungkook's cock a thousand times to get what you wanted.

Jungkook gestured towards one of the dressers. "You can get a fresh set of clothes in that dresser- it should have some your size. And to the third door on your left is the bathroom, where you can tidy and wash up, perhaps take a shower. After you should get your rest, perhaps watch a show or the news, but I'd recommend some sleep. You'll need your energy for tomorrow."

You rolled your eyes once you turned your back to him, assuming he just meant sex. You went to the dresser, grabbing some clothes you assumed would fit you, which was surprisingly decent and not at all revealing- the opposite of what you suspected. You then went to the bathroom, turning on the shower and retrieving a cold rag to wipe the now dried cum from your face.

What you didn't expect is to be awoken in the dead of night, your shoulder being shaken and clothes being thrown upon your head. You shot up, yanking the fabric off of your face, staring up at the grinning Jungkook. "Wake up, doll," he snickered. "I hope you had a good night's sleep because we're heading to the battlefield."

"What?" you grumbled, staring down at the fabric. "Battlefield? I thought your perverted ass meant sex or something! I'd much rather pounce your ass, please tell me you're joking."

"Funny," he smirked. "But you and I both know I'd put you back in your place, but I do enjoy a good struggle. Sadly enough, this isn't a joke. You're the most impressive I've had, and if I plan on keeping you around you ought to be good on the battlefield as well- I mean, sticking around with me for too long is bound to bring along a good few fights for yourself. If you get killed, I'll replace you, though I'll be disappointed. Truthfully, I'm curious to see how long you'll last- if you can. Tell me, have you had training or fighting experience before this?"

"I had to take training when I tried to join the battlefield but decided to become a nurse instead," you bluffed, narrowing your eyes. "But if you want to know if I know how to survive on a battlefield, I do. It was required before coming here, in the case of an attack."

"It is?" Jungkook quirked a brow, surprised. "You'd think I'd know the requirements to work here, seeing as I'm the general and all, but I suppose it makes sense. Whatever those imbeciles are doing where they're preparing everyone... It's a good idea. Surprised those idiots can come up with that though."

He steps aside, walking over to the wall of sex toys. Twisting a flogger a quarter counterclockwise, the wall popped out, spinning around to reveal a wall of weapons. Knives to nunchucks, various guns, and weapons galore. Jungkook glanced back to you, quirking a brow. "Pick whatever you'd like... but keep in mind, I'm always watching, so any funny business- don't take it personally, doll- will have immediate consequences."

You blinked at him, understanding. You'd be fighting your own, and you wouldn't be able to turn on the side you were pretending to be on. You'd be caught immediately. And any attempt to kill Jungkook would most likely be futile- and what was more important was the plans for the war, and how to use his strategies against him.

But it wasn't of any inconvenience to you, really. Who cares about lives being lost? If they got in your way, then it was simply necessary. More lives would be lost if you didn't succeed, so what's a few dozen?

You wore a stony face in comparison to Jungkook's cocky smirk, going to the wall of weapons and immediately grabbing two guns, and a laser wristwatch. That was all you'd really need. You looked over to the side, picking up a bulletproof vest and helmet. You picked up your things, plus the clothes still on the bed, and quietly walked to the bathroom, aware that in a sense, in but a few hours, you could be considered a traitor.

Bullets were whizzing through the air, soldiers running left and right, wildly trying to shoot the opponent. You yourself were shooting as many as you could, and you could practically feel Jungkook's eyes burning into your skull, knowing that somewhere, somehow, he was keeping an eye on you.

You were hiding behind rubble at the moment, looking back to the scene and shooting. This was your second gun, and it was almost out of bullets. You cursed to yourself, covering your head as an explosion went off in the distance. You always hated grenades, they're too troublesome. A cyborg flew over the rubble you were hiding behind, landing a few feet in front of you. Its head had only a chunk left, and it was badly burnt.

Sure, cyborgs fought alongside men, but they were even easier to get rid of, in your opinion. Burn the circuits, or one blow or cut to the right wire and it's a useless heap of metal. Cyborgs were made back in 2039, though a law was made where they couldn't be made with artificial intelligence. Therefore, they were simply slaves to mankind, only made for meaningless tasks, and to fill in for rich men and women who paid for the cyborg to take their place in the draft.

If an injured soldier or disabled paid enough, they could get a surgery that would give them robotic parts, often times from a broken or failed cyborg. Though it made their day to day lives better physically, and they were more enhanced and evolved than the normal human, they were often discriminated against, seen as inhumane and undeserving of equal rights. Some thought they should be made to serve as well, while others thought they were as deserving of equal rights as anyone else. Personally, you didn't give two shits. It didn't affect you.

You ran to the heap of metal, using your few seconds to wildly yank at the head, twisting it in an odd angle before prying it off. You returned to the pile of rubble, peeking around it and shooting your last few bullets. You saw a figure approaching, and you crouched down, grasping the metal in your hands and waiting exactly five seconds before jumping up, throwing the hunk of metal with such accuracy it hit the culprit in the face, knocking him back from the machine he was on top of.

The soldier's gun flew out of his hand, and the helmet flew behind him, the strap now wrapped around his neck, choking him slightly. You grabbed at his foot, yanking him back behind the rubble, pointing the laser wristwatch at him, your eyes narrowed and menacing as you stared at him with the eyes of a cold blooded killer.

His mask had been knocked to the side, and now he was looking at you with not fear- as you usually saw right before you'd kill someone- but rather with annoyance. He whipped out a gun, the barrel staring you in the face as you aimed the laser at him, the small red dot aiming directly at his bruised forehead.

His eyes widened, "Dabria?"

Your real name. You hadn't heard it in years, it sounded so foreign now. Your job as a spy was to adapt, and the first step to that is to forget everything you used to know to accommodate to the new environment. That meant forgetting your old name and responding just as well to the new one of the month, whipping around the moment you hear it as though you've been called that word your entire life. And now you were staring at your brother's face, sharing the same DNA, and hearing your real name.

Your eyes wandered to the small badge he wore on his shirt, what was worn nowadays to signify who was the general. Funny this is how you two were reunited.

The general was flabberghasted, staring up at you in complete shock. "Dabria, what are you doing here? It's me, Kai." He puts down his gun, no longer pointing to you, though you keep the beam trained on him, your face blank and devoid of emotion. "Where have you been? What are you doing here? Say something, it's me-"

"Kai," you say simply. "I know. I'm not an idiot. But I'm sorry to do this to you general, but I'm afraid you're a bit of an inconvenience..." You murmur the last part, moving your hand closer to the watch, prepared to shoot him between the eyes.

This was a setback. Your own brother knew you were on the enemy team, and you couldn't risk him blowing your cover, not when you were so close to Jungkook. You were already so, so close to finding the information or files, and you couldn't let your blasted long lost brother screw that up for you.

"Goodbye," you grin, your hand directly on the button.

"Min Jun," a voice came called behind you. You turned your head, your thumb still on the button and the laser still pointed directly at Kai. Jungkook approached you, ducking behind the rubble and scooping up the gun from Kai's clutch, a grin spread across his face.

"Want me to shoot, General?" you asked him, clenching your jaw as you waited for his command. You knew he was close. Figures.

"No, let him go," Jungkook smiled, lowering your hand. "I'd advise you head back to headquarters, sir. You might just lose your head..."

Kai was stunned but immediately scrambled up, running into the chaos as he disappeared. You glared at Jungkook, crouching down as you hissed to him, "What were you doing? We could've easily made this war ten times easier and end quicker!" Of course, you already knew the answer, but you couldn't spill the fact that Kai was your brother, and that would perhaps unravel all other lies you've told.

"Doll, if I wanted the war to be over, it would've ended more than half a decade ago," Jungkook snickered, shaking his head. "Nothing's more fun or thrilling than war. I've got this in the palm of my hand- I always have. So why not enjoy it?"

He was the type who clearly liked to play with his food. You narrowed your eyes, shrugging. "You're the general," you hissed, peeking around the rubble. "It seems like the enemy's retreating..."

It was true, soldiers were running back, looking at whatever device was giving the notification to retreat, shooting behind them as they desperately ran back. Your side was still shooting at them, knocking a few down as they crashed to the ground. Your side began celebrating as soon as they were out of sight, and Jungkook grinned in amusement.

"Guess General Kai was pretty shaken by what just happened, I'm surprised he let his guard down, he's never been caught like that before," Jungkook murmured, chuckling. His eyes flicker to yours. "How do you know him? He seemed to recognize you, pretty confused once I got here."

"Just a bastard who eventually killed my parents," you bluffed, irritated by the fact that you had to deal with a problem involving your nuisance brother. "That's why I went to the enemy, I'd rather be here."

"Hm," Jungkook hummed, cocking his head to you. "Fair enough. I'll say, you fight better than I expected. I was half suspecting you to get shot in the head, but I'm pleasantly surprised. Perhaps I'll reward you once we're back at headquarters."

You partially found yourself looking forward to the prospect, thinking that perhaps you needed to blow off some steam.

Jungkook was fully pressed against you, his chest flushed against your back, hands buried in your underwear as his fingers moved skillfully against your clit, rubbing it in small, frantic circles. You were whining desperately, biting down on your lip as he kept your squirming figure in place.

You two had stowed away in his office, where often snooty officials came to ask how the war was coming along, and whether or not he'd be able to overthrow your brother. And here you were, between his legs as he leaned back against a dusty desk, your head thrown back against Jungkook's shoulder. His lips were busy kissing along the column of your exposed neck, the sleeve of the shirt you changed into dipping down to expose your bare shoulder.

"Jungkook..." you shuddered, your lower lip buried between your teeth. Fuck, he was good. But this room was so dusty, it was clear it hadn't been used in weeks. You could successfully rule this place out as a place that held any documents and such for strategies, seeing as to the strategy they used for the recent battle- where you still had some blood on your cheeks and hands from, since you were unable to wash up after quickly changing in order for Jungkook to drag you over to some office, undoubtedly for scandalous purposes. No, you were still set on thinking it was hidden in the bedroom. The sex wall turned out to be hiding various weapons and such, so just imagine the possibilities for where he could've hidden the information you needed.

There was some pounding against the door, making you jolt in Jungkook's arms. He growled against your neck, sucking tentatively as his other hand crept up to your neck, choking you to keep you silent, his hand starting to move down, circling along your entrance slowly, gathering some of your wetness on the pads of his fingertips. More knocks against the door sounded now. "General Jeon!" a raspy voice sounded out. Sounded like an older man, over middle age is what you assumed. "General Jeon, I wish to speak with you."

Jungkook's grip tightened, and you felt your face start to get red as he plunged his fingers inside of you, diving in by the knuckles, giving you no mercy. It was an easy slide in, your arousal giving him an easier access inside. You wanted to mewl out as he began pumping his fingers into you, the palm of his hand slapping against your heat, but his tight grip prevented you from making a single sound. He ignored the man.

"Jeon, I know you're in there, a nurse said she witnessed someone come in," the man gruffly said. "Sir, why don't you stop acting like a brat and answer your elder?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes, continuing to ram his fingers into you, small lewd sounds that couldn't be heard from the door, and yet were clear in your own ears. Your face was red, and you felt as though you couldn't breathe. The pounding against the door didn't stop, and the old man grew irritated.

"Open up already, insolent brat!" the old man grumbled. "We're in the middle of a war, I've got business to discuss!" He slammed his fist against the door again.

"Old bitch doesn't know when to get lost," Jungkook hisses, gritting his teeth. "I'd kill him if I got a chance, but the bastard's the one who lets me get away with things."

He lets go of your neck, letting your lungs fill with air once again as you're thrown in a coughing fit. You double over, Jungkook's fingers still moving inside you, and you sputter and gasp for breath. Jungkook doesn't bother letting you catch your breath properly once again, and he reaches over, grabbing your jaw and gruffly snapping you back up to a standing position, where he ran his lips over your bare skin once again.

"Tell him I'm occupied," he murmured in your ear, teeth gently brushing over your neck. Your breath hitched as he let go of your jaw, and you felt his fingers curl inside of you, his palm digging into your clit in a delicious manner.

"JEON!" the old man roared, slamming his fist twice against the door. "I know you're in there!"

"H-He's busy!" you gasped out, your breath still uneven as you tried desperately to catch it.

"Are you bringing whores in your office now?!" the man exclaimed, his voice more so filled with shock than anger.

"Not just any whore," Jungkook chuckled softly in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your skin, his lips pressing against the shell of your ear. "Isn't that right, doll?"

"C-Can you leave a message?" you say, struggling to keep focus of mind as Jungkook continues his skillful tactics, his fingers slipping out of you to run along your folds, rubbing you gently as they grazed tauntingly across your clit. His every touch was like liquid fire along your core.

"You've got to be shitting me right now..." the man mumbled. Jungkook was chuckling now, muffling his laugh as he gently started to bite down on your shoulder, his fingers now pressing down on your clit, the frantic circles making you want to roll your eyes back.

"Tell General Jeon we need to discuss the new strategies for our battle at Bruquesia, because the enemy is nearing one of our weaker sections, and we also need to go over the trade deal with China."

Jungkook sharply bit down on your shoulder, and you squealed, yelping as you bucked into his hand, and he started to rub you in a furious pace. You knew you were bleeding now, his teeth breaking the skin, and his lips departed from the wound to continue leaving hickeys and marks along your neck.

"Yes sir!" you exclaimed, your voice whiny and pleading, wildly bucking into Jungkook's hand to reach your high. You glanced over your shoulder as Jungkook nibbled on your ear, seeing some of the red already dripping down to your sleeve. Jungkook's lips returned to the wound, his tongue lapping over the blood as he tried to lick up every last drop. You were a quivering mess in his arms, his fingers twirling into your clit as you felt your orgasm approach. "Right away, s-sir."

And there it was, with Jungkook licking up your blood in some crazed frenzy, as though he could get drunk off of it, and his fingers making your legs shake, your orgasm washed over you. You bit down on your lip so hard, you pierced your skin, resulting in drawing blood. Jungkook let go of you as you yelped from the fresh wound you yourself created and spinning you around, he pinned you against the desk, his eyes glued directly on the droplets of blood forming on your lip.

He attached his lips to yours, angrily sucking as you felt small pricks of pain. His eyes- blown out with lust- were now screwed shut, and his tongue ran over your lower lip. He wasn't asking for entrance, he simply hungered for the delectable liquid to spread on his taste buds.

"JEON!" the man pounded against the door. "For fuck's sake just tell me whether or not you understand."

Jungkook pulled back, rolling his eyes, clearly aggravated because the old man wouldn't leave the two of you alone. He pushed himself off of you, his eyes burning and his jaw clenched, and he made his way to the door, unlocking and yanking it open.

"Message received," Jungkook growled. "Though it could've waited. We'll discuss it tonight if it's so necessary."

The man- who you assumed correctly on- huffed, puffing out his chest. He was an officer or leader of some sort, and clearly, he wasn't too fond of Jungkook's recklessness at the moment. He narrowed his eyes- small and beady like a crow's- and crossed his arms. "Good. Now, I'd advise for you to put your superiors first before this foolery, Jeon. You might be secure in your position, but you must still respect the people who put you up there." He nodded to the boy, stomping off in another direction.

You fixed your clothing, trying to look presentable and tidier than before, tasting the blood on your tongue and quite aware of how the blood seeped through your shirt as you yanked your sleeve over it.

"I'll have his family killed," Jungkook muttered in a bored manner, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "How disrespectful he is. But I suppose his family being involved in crossfire wouldn't be so disappointing. Pity, his little boy would've made a good soldier."

"Hm?" you hummed, confused by his murmuring.

"I'll be right back, the order was just sent, so stay here," Jungkook mumbled once more, departing as he swiftly exited the room. You watched as he left, then turning to scan the room. Nothing particularly interesting here, and there was no way someone like Jungkook would keep anything of real value in a boring office. If there was one thing you gathered from your intel on him was that he wasn't the sit-down type of guy.

You walked along the shelves, analyzing the names on the spines, pointless books that looked like quite a bore. You'd go to his bedroom yourself, but there was no way for you to gain access to the entrance that required Jungkook's DNA- one thing you couldn't provide just yet. You weren't worried about bugs or cameras in the room since this was often a place to discuss business.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and immediately you grabbed it, yanking the body forward and kicking under their legs, shoving them down on the floor. You stared down at none other than your co-agent, Jennie.

"Well well well, looks like someone's been busy," Jennie snickered, staring up at you. "Funny that you didn't mention the fact that you were the sister of General Kai- guess that explains a few things, huh?"

Jennie. She was always the person just one step behind you, who didn't cheat at her goals or in training and considered you the dreaded jewel of the agency, hating your guts for finding ways to top her. She wanted this mission, it was well known, but you sniped it beneath her nose, thankfully. Truthfully, you found enjoyment in watching the small part of her shrivel behind her eyes as she watched you take her place and top her again and again- it truly made you feel the power you stole from others.

And now word seemed to have gotten around about your brother. Pity. Of course your stupid brother would screw things up for you, you should've killed him on the spot.

"If you're planning to sabotage me with this information, and to steal my place, I regret to inform you that you're too late," you reply snidely, your voice like steel. "I've succeeded so far to getting close to Jeon."

"I'm not here to sabotage your mission," Jennie says bitterly, her eyes narrowed. "I've been sent here on a mission by your brother himself."

"Oh, you blew my brother?" you laugh. "I swear I'll shoot you in the stomach if you end up being my sister in law."

"I'm not blowing anybody, I'm not like you," she hissed. "I actually get my position honestly, not through humping my way to the top."

"That's probably why you're not blowing anybody," you grinned. "Not because you've got pride, it's because you're a cold bitch no one wants to fuck, isn't it?"

Jennie fumed, her cheeks reddening. "I ought to smash your head into the desk."

"If I recall correctly, you're the one on the floor right now," you laugh. "You might not have cheated for your position, but there's still a reason I'm the top agent. Anyways, what'd my idiot brother want?"

"After finding out you were here, he tried to find out what happened to you, and found out you're part of our agency," Jennie said. "So he sent me to see how you are and if you have any progress on your mission."

"I'm fine, so you can leave," you say, waving your hand dismissively.

"And do you have the information on General Jeon? Or more importantly, his strategies?" Jennie quirked a brow, her eyes icy.

"I haven't gotten to it yet, but I'm close," you reply.

"Really?" she smiles, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm working on it," you narrow your eyes. "So wipe that shit eating grin off your face, I'll get the information. One way or another, that is."

"Alright, though I'll still be keeping an eye on you," she warns, getting up as she turns back towards the door, her eyes menacing. "Just in case they need someone to complete the mission after you fail..."

You wouldn't regret killing her, that was for sure.

Buzzing. You heard a quiet buzzing sound beside you. Jungkook's arm was curled around you, his hold strong and firm, the palm of his hand pressed flat against your stomach even in his sleep. You stared down, noticing a light glowing from his hand, illuminating partially against your shirt.

You were positively bewildered, unsure what to make of it. Staring down at how the light was projected against the fabric of your shirt, you felt the tiny vibrations coming directly from the hand. You nudged Jungkook with your elbow, the boy waking up almost instantly to look at you.

"Your hand," you spoke, your voice a mere grumble because of how early in the morning it was.

Jungkook released you from his tight grip, staring at the palm of his left hand, turning it away from you. It seemed to glow in an unnatural way, and you were surprised when he poked it. He pressed it against his ear, his voice groggy. "This better be a fucking emergency, or I'll throw you to the ditch myself."

He was talking to his hand? It seemed as though he was using it as a phone, but that would mean that he was cybernetically enhanced. And if he was... oh dear God, you were sleeping with a cyborg. But how did you not notice before this?

Murmuring emitted from the young man's hand, and he nodded along. "Oh really? Where's she now? Fine, I'll be there in a few minutes, let me just-" He paused, as though listening to something shocking. "What does she have to do with this?"

You stayed silent, still as can be, not daring to move a muscle as you observed his expressions. He nodded. "We'll be down there in a minute." He pokes at his hand, and the glow disappears.

A few seconds of silence pass between the two of you and Jungkook looks to you with expectation.

"So," you cough. "You're... a cyborg?"

"Partially," Jungkook admits. "When I was twelve I lost a hand and a few other major injuries. They did everything they could to save me so that I could perform properly in battles- though I'm sure I wouldn't even be stumped one way or another, they were overreacting. But needless to say, they gave me a new hand, though installed with a cell phone where I could store a database and such- though I typically just use it for emergencies or phone calls. I haven't had to use it recently- unless you count just now. I also got a few new ribs and a new liver. No one really needs to know really- you know those who believe the 'freaks of technology' are meant to serve."

He laughs at that part. "Meanwhile they're serving me or being crushed beneath my feet. So the irony of that is quite satisfying, in my opinion."

"I'm surprised you're telling me all of this," you remark, wary.

"Well, your trustworthiness is about to be tested," Jungkook says, side-glancing to you.

You show no reaction, your face stony. "Does this have anything to do with that phone call?"

"Yes," Jungkook admits. "They said they caught a girl sneaking into one of the offices, trying to hack into the software. Apparently she's a spy of the enemy, and apparently, she's linked to you."

You hum. Fucking Jennie, of course she'd throw you under the bus because of her sloppy handiwork. She couldn't handle herself, so she decided to be petty and attempt to drag you with her. She couldn't be patient by waiting for you to complete your mission, so she decided to try and snipe it under your nose, completing it herself. And she got caught in the act, figures.

"She was impersonating a nurse," Jungkook mentions, "and insisted that 'the general's mistress' was her accomplice."

"Do you believe it?" you ask him.

"I can never be too careful," he eyes you warily. "Your folk are at times unpredictable. But I won't care what happens- though it'd be a shame if you died in the midst of us getting to know each other." He smiles at that last part.

You shrug, acting as though you had nothing to worry about. "Well, I know I've done nothing wrong, and I'm certainly no one's accomplice. So what's going to happen to the liar?"

"You'll find out," Jungkook promises. "After all, you're coming with me."

Before long you found yourself walking (in your pajamas) down to what you assumed were the 'torture chambers', where instead of the dark, bleak, and dank dungeon that you were expecting, it resembled something similar to a hospital. The walls, floors, and ceilings were white, and in each room was a window to peer at the victims, either weeping in their sleep or being tortured as you walked past. It was creepy and ominous, and Jungkook was lead by a man to a particular room.

Jennie was strapped to a chair, kicking wildly and shaking the chair, almost causing it to topple over. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and it was evident she had already been badly beaten. You hadn't seen her in weeks since the confrontation in the office. The idiot couldn't even last that long. "You said you'd let me go if I told the truth!" she shrieked. "Let me go!"

Jungkook and the man slowly approached her, and her eyes were glued with yours. "Dabria! You fucking bitch- she's the accomplice! She's also a spy in the agency, and she's trying to-"

"I think you've got me confused with someone else," you reply snidely. "For one, my name's Min Jun, not Dabria. Secondly, I'm no spy, and third, I've never seen you before in my life."

"You're such a liar," Jennie laughed bitterly, blood spewing out to dribble down her chin. "You're the one who's supposed to be in this chair, not me." She cries some more, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Let me go, please, let me go! I want to go to my family, I want to see them one more time. I don't want to die, please please please, I'll do anything! I want to live, I want to live so badly, there are so many things I haven't done yet-"

Jungkook interrupted her with a sharp slap to the face, ceasing the whining and begs immediately. Jennie's head swung to the side, the sound of his palm smacking against her cheek sounding throughout the room, and she was silent, her hair covering her face as she bitterly wept, knowing it was pointless. She was going to die, and there was nothing she could do to stop it, and no one here would help her.

You cock your head, thinking back to what she said earlier. "I'm supposed to be in that chair, huh? But I've done nothing wrong, have I?"

"What would your brother think?" Jennie says weakly, sounding as though her throat was swelling as she looked up at you, tears spilling from her eyes as she gave you a pitiful expression. Her eyes were so red and swollen already, and she seemed so desperate. Weak. Pathetic. The thought delighted you seeing her crumble. "God, Dabria, please. I know we've never gotten along but have mercy! We're on the same team. Your brother's team!"

"I have no brother. You have me confused for another rat."

Jungkook smirks, chuckling. "Well, isn't this a delightful little show?"

You turn to him, the annoyance evident on your face. "May I leave? I'm certainly no spy."

"I told you before, doll, I can never be too careful," Jungkook laughs. He snaps his fingers to the man, calling him forward. "Do you have a weapon on you?"

The man, steps forward, handing over a small pocket knife. He places it in Jungkook's hand, who in turn hands it to you, his eyes glittering with curiosity. "Prove your loyalty," Jungkook commands.

You flip the knife over in your hand, examining the blade and handle. The wooden handle had little stars carved into it. You glance up at Jungkook. "What do you mean?"

Jennie was wildly shaking her head, more tears prickling her eyes. "Please, no, no, not like this, please-"

"Kill her," Jungkook said simply. "If she's telling the truth, why would you kill someone in the same organiz-"

Without further delay, you throw the knife, landing it perfectly between Jennie's brows. Her expression of shock is frozen as the knife is buried hilt deep, perhaps even getting into the skull with the force you used to throw it. Blood drips from the wound, and her head tips forward.

You turn back to Jungkook. "Still need me to prove my loyalty?" In reality, you were glad to jump at the opportunity to get rid of that nuisance.

Jungkook wears a look of surprise, and his smile grows and etches on his features. "No," he chuckles. "I think we're done here."

Jungkook's hands were slamming down on your bare ass, and you let out hisses of delight, clenching your jaw as you sucked in air through your gritted teeth. The sound of his palms slapping against the skin of your ass filled the room, and you let out small yelps of delight. You were currently laying on your stomach, Jungkook straddling your thighs, and you felt your skin sting.

You turn your head to the side, your hands pressed flat beside your head as you craned to look at Jungkook, only seeing his eyes light up in a sadistic manner, his grin wide. "Jungkook," you whined, your voice husky.

"Your skin looks so pretty when it's red," Jungkook muses, ignoring your small whine. "I've got a present for you doll... I think you'll like it."

"Can I use it on you?" you challenged, smirking. Jungkook slapped your ass again in response, making you yelp and bury your face in the sheets.

"Funny," Jungkook murmured. "But I have other plans." He gets off of you, and you feel somewhat relieved to have the pressure off of you. Jungkook opens a nightstand drawer, holding a shiny-clean, sparkling knife. It wasn't just any knife, however. You recognized the small etchings of stars in the handle, recognizing it as the same blade used on Jennie mere days ago.

"Are you aware what knife play is?" he questions you, twirling the blade in his hand.

Of course, you had already done your research on various kinks that seemed to be in his field, and you had already practiced getting used to the blood when you made tiny cuts along your ankles. "I am," you spoke, eyeing the blade. "Is that clean, though?"

"I made sure to have it thoroughly cleaned," Jungkook assured you, placing his finger over the tip, letting it bounce gently. "You don't have to worry about infections."

You stared at the blade, taking in exactly what it meant. It was what you used to prove your false-loyalty. It was used to take a life, and now- almost as though in irony- it would be used for sexual pleasure.

You took a deep breath. "Alright."

Jungkook quirked a brow. "Alright, what?"

"I'll let you use that on me," you spoke. "I trust you." Of course, you didn't really, but if he didn't think he had your trust, how were you to keep his? Besides, this would perhaps be your last trial.

Jungkook grinned at your words, his hand skimming over your back as he made sure you were pressed firmly against the bed. "This might hurt," Jungkook warned, a chuckle in his tone. "And I think I'll certainly enjoy it."

He pressed the flat of the blade against your skin, letting it drag tauntingly, the cool metal making you shiver with anticipation and slight fear. You were nervous, admittedly, but bit your tongue, determined to get through it.

His hand took on a more soothing atmosphere as he pressed against you, firm on your hip instead of digging his nails in to ram into you. And then you felt it. The small cut that made you hiss, gripping at the sheets as pain pricked from the blade. He dragged it, making small lines, his moves slow and precise. You could practically feel the warm blood bubble up from the lines, and from the erection pressing against your thigh as Jungkook straddled your legs once again, you were sure that he was more than enjoying it.

He drew more lines, and it didn't take you long to figure out that he was writing down characters. He dared to move a little faster instead of dragging it, and you found yourself biting down on the sheets of the bed to stifle any noise, letting the pain simmer on your lower back. Jungkook would let out small, tasteful hums, moving the blade to cut your skin. You guessed he wasn't going deep enough to scar or to cut into the flesh, but definitely enough to at least break the skin.

"My little whore's getting a tramp stamp," Jungkook laughs, placing the blade to the side, and you let out a breath of relief to know he was finished. "My own name branded into her skin. How do you like it, doll?"

"I love it if you do," you spoke, feeling some of the warm liquid start to dribble down your side. Jungkook's fingers tried scooping it up, dragging the pads of his fingers over your skin, smearing it like paint along a blank canvas. You let out a small whimper as his fingers brushed over the cuts, and he let out a small hiss of satisfaction. Pain prickled along your skin with every touch as he admired how the red looked along your skin, and before you knew it he was holding out two fingers in front of you, the slender digits smeared with the alluring red.

You wrapped your lips around his fingers, letting your tongue twirl around the digits to lap up the liquid, the taste of salt and blood lingering on your buds as you continued your ministrations. Jungkook grinned, petting your hair affectionately as you cleaned your blood from his fingers. "Do you like the taste?" he asks you. It somewhat reminded you of copper, like when someone would try to bite down on a penny to see if it were real. That's what it tasted like to you.

"Yes," you say, licking your lips. Jungkook's eyes lit up in delight as he stared at you, smiling as he got off of you.

"Spread your legs, doll," he said in an airy voice, quickly yanking down his pants as he licked his lips. "If I don't fuck you now, I'll go mad."

Obediently, you got on all fours, spreading your legs wide as you arched your back, feeling some of the red liquid still dripping down in the direction of your spine. Jungkook's hand trailed along with the blood, as though he were finger painting, and the warm liquid continued to smear along your back. You moved your hair to the side as Jungkook dragged you closer, hooking his other hand around your inner thigh, getting your ass closer to his crotch.

He directed himself to your entrance, admiring the way the red smeared against your back. This really turned him on, you could tell, and he was absolutely riveted by the scenery. From how your face twisted with pain to how the blade pierced your skin, he enjoyed every second of it. He taunted you, running his length between your cheeks slowly as though to tease you. Without further ado, he pushed himself into you, a sharp snap of the hips as he thrust into you abruptly.

You let out a yelp, feeling how he directed himself at the certain angle you were familiar with already. After sleeping with him for various weeks, he seemed to already know exactly what made your toes curl, just as you knew what really got him off in bed. He continued to pump himself into you, a brutal and singular pace, not sparing you any mercy. He knew you could handle it.

He plowed through you, hands now both on your shoulders to press you down, and he let out throaty grunts. You moaned, though it was muffled from how your face was buried in the sheets. Jungkook's hand tangled in your hair, pressing your face deeper into the mattress as he slammed his length into you, cutting off any air for you.

You reached back, the pads of your fingers skimming over the warm blood, and you fumbled to palm at the wounds, trying to cover your hand and fingers in the red liquid. You grunted into the sheets, running your bloodied hand over your ass and down your thigh, causing Jungkook to have harder thrusts as he buried himself deeper into you.

"Fuck," he cursed out at the sight as your bloody hand landed back beside your head, and he continued to pummel into you. "God, you have no idea what you do to me," he grunts.

You whine in response, moaning into the sheets as your clean hand wandered between your legs, vigorously rubbing your clit in a hurried fashion, Jungkook's pace increasing as you did so. You wanted to reach your high, the fire in your lungs and Jungkook's singular snaps of the hips slowly pushing you over the edge.

It was nearing, and you felt your stomach tighten, your orgasm coming close. You found yourself being washed over in white hot bliss, and you went limp beneath Jungkook as he proceeded to use your body like a sex-doll, thrusting in and out of you as he chased his own high.

Before long, he was cumming inside of you, his hot seed filling you. Usually, he'd pull out and cum on you, either on your face, back, or tits. But your back was currently covered in blood, and your tits and face weren't exactly facing him. You didn't worry about it, however, instead raising your face slowly from the sheets, breathing hard as you let the oxygen fill your lungs.

You felt so tired. So, so tired. But you knew that tonight, you'd have to stay awake.

Jungkook was fast asleep, and you had woven yourself out of his arms to go to the restroom, where you opened a drawer that had your contacts. These were the type that only certain spies carried around, but it certainly wasn't the typical prescription type. These were one of the six made by American scientists, and your officials thought your mission was important enough to lend them to you.

These were the type that would allow you to hack into any electronic device, which you used to frame the nurse all those weeks ago for the various murders you committed. You were right in a sense about the information you needed being stored in Jungkook's bedroom- but only because he was sleeping there now. There was a big possibility it was actually in his hand, where he was carrying it around all along, that you let use you in various ways.

You didn't do this before because you needed to let any of Jungkook's further suspicions of you die down after you killed Jennie, waiting for the perfect time to strike. You couldn't do it any later, for tomorrow morning there would apparently be another battle. Slowly you popped the contact lens in your left eye, returning beside Jungkook, staring down at his hand.

A red outline of the device hidden inside showed, and various screens appeared. You were thankful that the agency helped teach you about computers and such, as you dove deeper into the device, more screens popping up before your eyes until a green screen appeared, bright text as you put in various code with single movements of your pupils darting around the room. This technology was certainly the future, thought it wouldn't be released for a very, very long time.

You finally accessed it, finding various documents and sketches for the strategies and government secrets. Trades for weapons, when and where, and exactly what. Everything you needed to stop the war was right here, and you didn't hesitate as you sent it to headquarters. You didn't leave a single digital footprint, and as you popped out the lens and put it back into the holder, you marveled over the fact that you just destroyed Jungkook's high chance of winning, crumbling and smashing it into smithereens. The room was calm compared to all of the chaos you single-handedly unleashed, and you grinned thinking about what could happen, and what just did.

And there he laid, perfectly still, resting peacefully. He had absolutely no clue that you obliterated his hopes and dreams, and you thought about what a shame it was that such an interesting character would meet his doom because he let the wrong girl in bed. Perhaps he didn't think about the fact that you were too good to be true, a too perfect fit. Shame, really, he was cocky for good reasons. It would be a pity to see his end. And yet what a spectacular show you were sure it'd be.

And you nestled back into his arms, a smug grin on your face as you waited for the morning to approach, signaling the beginning of the day when Junkook lost it all.

You had convinced Jungkook you were rather incapable of walking when he tried to drag you into another battle, and the moment you heard news of him and his troops being on the battlefield, you rejoiced. You took wine bottles and filled them in your backpack, taking a few belongings as you prepared to depart. You had already managed to contact the agency after you sent the information, and they were on their way to send you back to headquarters.

You were currently climbing out of the window, fixing to walk along the walls and jump from window to window to sneak to the second level. You gripped on the window, latching onto the edge as you swung down to the window below, that had a small tarp hanging over it for shade, which you gripped on to swing yourself closer to the glass, tightly holding onto the sides to stabilize yourself. You proceeded to jump to the window on your right, climbing down to jump on another ledge. You repeated the process, not wanting any of the cameras on the inside to see you until you got to your escort.

It must've taken hours, but you were patient, knowing that the escort would have to wait for you and that you had time. Finally, when you dove into the second floor (after successfully prying the window open with great difficulty), you landed on your feet, staring down at the body of a dead man, blood pooling around his corpse, his throat having a deep gash in it.

You stared up, and before you could so much as process what had happened you felt a sharp prick in your shoulder, and you lids began to close.

You wanted to die. There was so much pain, and you had barely been kept alive for a week, being put through agonizing pain as Jungkook toyed with you again and again. You remember just a week ago, when he showed your contacts, waving them in front of your face before slapping you, his eyes blazing. You had taken everything from him, so now he'd take your life away from you.

Your face was the only thing that wasn't harmed since he insisted he wanted to 'keep you pretty'. The very first day, he brought out that same knife, a grin on his face accompanied with a sadistic glimmer in his eye. He wanted to mark you more permanently, and you screamed and tried to kick as he carved his name into your inner arm, going deep into the flesh, letting the blood go everywhere. But that was only the beginning, and you constantly found yourself on the verge of death. You wanted it to be over already.

Apparently, when they were defeated, Jungkook was pushed into humiliating surrender, thus determining his own fate. He was set to be killed- already being hunted down by the families and hunters that wanted revenge for his atrocious acts. He didn't care, simply dragging you away to spend his final moments with your own, putting you through agonizing pain as he toyed with your life, taking his revenge.

You wanted to laugh in his face for being so petty. He lost, he should get over it. You were a spy who had duped him by sneaking into his bed, and the idiot was too blind that he ignored all the warning signs. But he unleashed his anger on you, where your skin was black and blue, and your 'pretty face' was the only thing recognizable about you anymore.

The hardest parts were when he was gone, and you were left alone with your pain, completely alone. You thought about what led you down this path, what had caused it to all come down this. Why were you here? Why had this happened to you?

But you weren't an idiot. You knew what you did. You were no better than Jungkook in that aspect, having no mercy or empathy, using others for your own sadistic needs. You didn't care for anyone other than yourself. Turns out Jennie was right, you were the one who deserved to be in that chair. And you were sitting in it now. You deserved this death. It was the exact opposite of that nurse's who you framed so long ago. Her death was quick, painless, and public. Yours was slow, painful, and private.

Every time Jungkook came back to repeat your session, he'd shoot back snooty comments that you said to him when you first met.

"And here we have but a simple nurse," he mocked. "Dabria. She's getting what she deserves, and no one can cower when justice is being served, isn't that right? After all, the enemy isn't one to be pitied."

You glared at him in response. Why couldn't he just kill you already? It had been seven days. You wanted death. You wanted the pain to stop. You wanted everything to stop.

"She has no reason to fear me, isn't that right?" He yanked your head, craning your neck as he quirked a brow, a small smirk on his face. "After all, she likes this, doesn't she? Isn't that right, doll?" He yanks on your hair harder, making you wince.

"How dirty," he tsks, shoving your head back forward, and you cough up blood. You glare at him as he walks back to the front, bending down to meet your eye level, cocking his head to the side. "You've earned this. You know you have. The one who was so cocky is now nothing but a pathetic mess."

He slaps you again- the only abuse he'd do towards your face- and your head swung to the side. You were limp, letting your head hang limply in front, not offering up a fight. You didn't care anymore. You didn't care about anything other than death.

"Giving up so easily, doll?" he mocked, smiling. "You're no fun."

You didn't respond, and he sighs in disappointment, taking his hand and tilting your head up to stare at him. You glare, the once menacing and piercing gaze now seeming weak and pitiful. Jungkook smiled at that, reaching for the gun on the table.

"I think they've found me, doll. They'll probably try to kill me tomorrow. I suppose I'll just have to change what I look like and move to another location to start over. I don't know, it's my first time in this situation- after all, whoever heard of duping a god? So I'm afraid our fun's over," he shook his head. "Pity, too. You were my favorite, ironically. But it was too good to be true, wasn't it?"

Silence.

"And you used to be so chatty," Jungkook murmurs. "Now, tell me, last words?"

"Fuck you," you spat, using the last of your strength to spit in his eye, a small mixture of saliva and blood. He wipes his eye in disgust, rolling his eyes once it's out. He cocks his gun, squeezing your cheeks together to part your lips.

"Open wide, doll," he chuckles lowly. He shoves the gun between your teeth, and you taste the cool metal and unexpected grease, causing you to gag.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you met your untimely end.

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Assuming that manga!Ryouma Negare is a rider, where would Armageddon Ryouma fall?

Armageddon!Ryoma, believe it or not, could easily be a Saber or an Archer.

Saber because of his immensely control of axes and scythes: The way he uses them with both brutality and finesse to counter things many times his size is comparable to the legends of many cultures about warriors taking on armies by themselves, trusting only their valued weapons. Ryoma is synonymous with the Getter Beam, but also with the Getter Tomahawk. Armageddon!Ryoma is the peak of axeplay, as seen in Getter Black.

Archer!Ryoma owes his eligibility to what we just mentioned: Getter Beams. Singular Getter Beam, Diffusion Getter Beams, Spread Getter Beams, he’s done them all. He also is known for throwing his axe, or MANY axes. When he is not pummeling things with frightening efficiency, he is throwing an arsenal’s worth of attacks between axes and beams. Such is the philosophy of an Archer, master of daunting ranged attacks.

More obviously, he’d classify for Berserker due to how detached from human and social dogma he has become: Ryoma never stops being heroic, but he does skim the darkness of the job more than most, due to his experiences and bitterness: He’s not afraid to make sacrifices, as seen when he’s killing the humans taken in by the Invaders without hesitating a second, and his wild fighting style and out-there personality all play together in this. He’d have a low rank of Mad Enhancement, however: It’d be a token E-rank, E+ at most. It is only the perception of Ryoma to others, most viewers of Armageddon included, that pegs him as a madman, but he is perfectly sane.

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dementophobia, chapter five

I had a time and a half wrestling with this! But finally, here it is!

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Chapter Five

(See Part One for full comments)

Twenty one days, seventeen hours, and fifty-three minutes before:

The Doctor stopped them where they stood. He’d not made much of the crowd at first, but looking at it now he saw it had more than doubled in only moments, a pace that was only increasing.

Dammit! Pete’s unexpected presence had distracted him and yanked his hearts and thoughts in too many directions at once.

The mob was some distance away yet, but the gap was closing. The unease Rose had momentarily chased away came swooping back through him to settle in the pit of his stomach.

Reflexively he tugged, pulling her closer. She came easily, fingers tightening against his with one hand while the other wrapped around his arm.

“Doctor?”

“It’s… ” He trailed off, searching the crowd with his superior vision. His attention swam from person to person as he tried to pick out details, to piece together some idea of what was happening. They were a diverse lot with no obvious commonalities beyond their humanity; yet here they were, united by something important enough to cut through such distinctions. And they were tense, the low white noise of agitation rippling through the sea of bodies.

Many were dressed in street clothes, but a few wore what looked like uniforms, all the same shade of grey and all bearing some variety of the letters “MMH”. They were far more nervous, and almost all hid their faces with handkerchiefs or scarves so that all he could see were eyes – jittery but fierce, anonymous eyes.

A few clutched what looked like photographs. He knew by the way they clung to them that they could only be pictures of loved ones.

He wasn’t sure which detail disturbed him most.

“Doctor?” Rose murmured again, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced down at her. “I think… This is some kind of protest, yeah?”

She’d seen enough social unrest in their travels together to know it when she saw it, a thought that gave him the peculiar sensation of simultaneous pride and guilt. Slowly, still scanning the scene, he nodded. “It is.”

But what was driving it? He needed to know more; he had no idea why they were even in this universe, but he had a gut feeling this was connected. He watched and weighed their options.

The mood in the plaza gradually escalated, and he circled the idea of fleeing the scene. What had begun as nervous bravery was rising and changing, becoming the kind of restless edginess that whispers riot police and broken glass. And the throng grew still, relentlessly, closing in fast.

He muttered, “This is very, very not good.”

Claustrophobic anxiety began to wrap itself around him, squeezing. They weren’t safe here. Telepathy dampened and time senses stressed by this universe’s unfamiliarity, there was still something, something scratching at the recesses of his mind.

Rose. Rose isn’t safe. The urge to pull her away grew until there and then she was the single overriding categorical imperative, a visceral need more important than breathing.

The warmth of her palm, skin against skin, conjured a flash of his empty reaching hand and electric air and her fingers losing their grip, white white walls and the blinding hungry pull of the Void.

Not safe.

That was all.

“We can’t be here,” he declared. He took a backward step and moved her along with him.

She hesitated. “Can’t we do something to help?”

He shook his head, apologetic but urgent. “No.”

Whatever this was, it was beyond their control. A deeply aggrieved populace was amassing, and they seemed on the brink of exploding into bright, violent flames.

A man holding a megaphone, features cloaked beneath a balaclava, shimmied up a lamppost near the government building.

Ah. The match that lights the gasoline.

Something jostled the Doctor’s shoulder and he whirled to see people now moving in from behind them, rushing forward en masse now that events were underway. Soon he and Rose would be surrounded, absorbed in the mob and cut off from exit.

He began to say so when someone darted between them, severing the lifeline of their joined hands. They fought to re-establish it as more people crushed in around them until finally, he caught her reaching fingers and pulled, forcibly dragging her free.

Breathless, she leaned into him and squeaked, “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

“Just stay with me.” He tightened his hold on her. “And don’t let go.”

She pressed closer. “Not a chance.”

~~0~~

PRESENT:

Rose flailed, eyes screwed shut, all knees and elbows and fists pummelling empty air to fend off some invisible attacker.

Without thinking, the Doctor scrabbled to get a grip on her. Her response was a sweeping roundhouse punch aimed at his head.

He yelped and caught her wrist just before the blow hit home. Snatching the other one up for good measure, he trapped her hands tight against his chest.

She kicked and yanked, struggling with all the panicked fury of a wild animal. Amazed at her strength and fearful she’d hurt herself, he still knew better than to let go. All he could do was yell, “Rose, stop! Stop! Rose!

“Stop!”

At his last and loudest she slumped back, surrendering to lie trapped, red-faced and snarling. Her breath came fast and shallow, her brows pulled wire tight over sealed eyelids.

Something feral growled across the surface of his brain. It was chuffing, sniffing – looking for a way in.

Then it was gone, vanishing before he could be certain it was ever really there, and Rose left him no time to consider it. Her head snapped back suddenly against the pillow.

She howled.

The sound of it sent razor blade shivers across his skin. It was utterly alien, even to him, a strange multiplicity somehow deafening and haunting, enraged and frightened and mournful all at once.

And so very, very wrong.

His throat constricted; this… creature wasn’t her.

It wasn’t Rose.

He’d found her – had it really been only moments ago?

He’d found her, and yet she was still missing.

But he’d seen her, caught that glimpse just before she lost consciousness. She’d recognised him. She was there.

She had to be. Whatever had set this off, she had to be alive still, inside somewhere and just – just misplaced. He could not believe anything else. If he could just calm her enough…

He rallied, determined to do whatever it took to be heard over the ear-splitting keen. “Stop, love, stop! I’ve got you; it’s alright.. you can do this… I’ve got you… you’re safe…”

He kept on for what seemed so long but could only have been seconds, a persistent litany of urging and reassuring, demanding and pleading. None of it did any good, and the only option he had left would be too dangerous to try if he couldn’t soothe her at all. He had to find a way.

After an inhumanly long time her lungs were spent. He rushed into the brief quiet with a voice now hoarse from shouting, and words never said spilled out in a ragged tumble. “Please, Rose, open your eyes. I know you’re there. You’ve got to come back. I need you. You’re scaring me now. Please. Please.”

She drew a long breath, prelude to another wild cry, and he couldn’t keep the muddy, thick tangle of emotion and frustration from flooding him. Without thought he burst out, “For fuck’s sake, Rose, it’s me!”

The second scream died on her lips. Her eyes flew open wide.

He’d shocked himself with his own profanity, but maybe that had done it. He could not stop a glimmer of hope from rising. A heartsbeat passed, then two, and he waited, but she seemed frozen. Tentatively, softly, he called her name again.

She startled at the sound, and her vision skittered blindly across empty space, searching for the source. Her pupils were huge.

Huge and ringed with swirls of luminous gold. He swallowed past the sudden stone in his throat.

“Rose?”

The unnerving glow flared into fiery clarity, bright and sure and no longer sightless. Preternaturally swift, her eyes shot up and nothing short of infinity was staring straight and unblinking into the darkest corners of him.

A voice that was still not quite hers whispered, “They know.”

What?

“They know,” she repeated.

“They’re coming.”

Whatever he’d expected her to say, that wasn’t it. Confusion hammered home once more how little he still knew, how efficiently he’d been stonewalled from the very beginning as he stammered, “What? Who? Who’s coming? The Ministry? Who?”

The light in her eyes flashed white hot.

“Everyone.”

~~0~~

Twenty one days, seventeen hours, and forty-one minutes before:

The Doctor moved against the current as nimbly as he could, darting between people, pushing and squeezing past the ever tightening crush of protesters moving in. Rose slowed him down but he kept an iron grip on her hand and pulled her along with him.

Forty minutes:

He stopped for an instant, and she stumbled into him gracelessly.

He glanced up, gauging their position, and saw they’d made some progress. Just another few metres and –

Behind them, a megaphone crackled to life and the crowd hushed, stilled with anticipation. He took advantage of the distraction and quickened his already frantic pace.

Thirty-nine minutes:

The voice of unrest boomed through the speaker, shouting, “What do you want?”

A split second of silence followed, then a lone voice, elderly and fragile, found the courage and cried out in a thick Welsh accent, “I want me son back!”

That was the spark that lit the fire, and the crowd roared to life.

Thirty-eight minutes:

Chaos poured in around them. A wall of people surged forward, taking the Doctor stumbling with them.

Rose lost her footing completely and plummeted in the opposite direction.

Thirty-seven minutes and 47.6744 seconds:

Her hand was wrenched violently away from him.

Adrenaline flooded him and he dove toward her, crashing into people, heaving them aside and using his own weight to clear a path. He barely noticed – all he saw was glimpses of blonde moving too fast away from him; all he heard was the roar of his own ears and her voice calling him.

A flash of prescient induction insisted he wasn’t going to reach her. He ignored it.

Then without warning a heavy gloved hand grabbed his shoulder and sent him spinning. Before he could react the same hand caught him off balance and shoved.

He hit the ground. His head cracked hard against the pavement. It lolled sideways against his will, his cheek pressed into something wet and dark and mixed with the scrape of gravel.

Blood. His.

Oh gods. Rose.

Everything went blurry at the edges and impending darkness poured over him like thick honey, cloying and heavy and dragging him under.

He fought, willing himself to stay awake, to get up, to get back to Rose.

His body wouldn’t respond.

Disjointed, distorted flashes swam across his vision. Black boots. Military uniforms. The swing of a rifle.

Memory and waking nightmares bled hazy redwhite into the now, and it was the boots of Cybermen he saw, and it was Torchwood and Daleks and the crackling smell of voidstuff and the end, the end of it all.

don’t no hang on hang on

Her fingers weren’t strong enough and he couldn’t reach her, could do nothing but watch as she fell into the impossibly white absence-of and how could nothing be so bright? She crossed into it and in 0.005 nanoseconds the static devoured her without so much as a flicker.

She was gone.

Gone, and forever ended. Gone and he followed her, pulled into the light as the healing coma overtook him.

~~0~~

PRESENT:

Pete snatched his overcoat from its hook and shook it at Maddie. “How did you let this happen?”

Anger flashed in Maddie’s eyes before he saw it harnessed, pressed into defiance. “I did not ‘let it happen’! You’ve been running it all, Pete! We’ve done everything, everything you asked, and more!”

“Well, obviously your surveillance of him leaves something to be desired,” he snapped.

She opened her mouth and he knew it was to tell him what he already knew – how hard the alien had been to find, how something about this “Doctor” had eluded their best (admittedly alien provided) equipment.

He cut her off before she could start. “And her protocol damned well better hold!”

“It ought to!” she shot back. He raised his eyebrows at the less than complete confidence in her voice and she threw an annoyed glance at the ceiling. “We’ve never done this before, rewriting the memory centers so extensively.” She sighed. “I told you there were risks, Pete. I told you from the beginning this could open her up to brain injury.”

With more difficulty than he would have liked, he managed to keep his voice level, though it was weighted with sarcasm. “Well, what is your best prediction, Madame Scientist?”

She narrowed her eyes at him then took a beat to consider it. Her growing frown told him that he wasn’t going to like what she was about to say.

“Well, Pete, let’s think through it,” she said, no small measure of edginess in her own voice. “We had to reprogram everything specifically for her from the ground up. But you know you’re the only one who has the termination sequence. It’s permanently dormant unless you activate it, and it should stay that way.”

He sensed she wasn’t telling him everything. “But?”

“But,” she said on a huge exhale, “that might be a problem itself. I honestly can’t predict the outcome of going offline without the termination protocol intact. It’s never happened. Her brain could retain its current state, revert, or wind up so much mash she can’t tie her own shoelaces. There are too many variables.”

It was hardly reassuring, not close to enough; a feeling he couldn’t quite identify was getting louder, more difficult to keep at bay, and it was egging him on. “Maddie, goddamit! If Rose is hurt – ”

She barked a short, humorless laugh, and he was thoroughly taken aback by the venom in her voice. “Bit rich to worry about that now.”

At that, a wave swept over him the likes of which he hadn’t felt in a long time. He drew himself up to his full height and pinned her in place with hard and dangerous eyes. For the first time in their history, to him they were no longer bickering spouses – she was the Minister, but he was the Autocrat, the only person alive more powerful than she was.

“If this ends badly,” he ground out, each word delivered with military precision, “I will hold you responsible.”

Shocked but unflinching, her chin angled up and she glared back at him with a menacing expression that promised devastation should he go too far. “Try it, Peter,” she hissed.

For an instant everything slammed to a halt as each of them stared the other down. Then something broke through in Pete, piercing the steel sheen of his authority. It was that feeling again, the sharp graveyard nails of something ancient and rusty. Something that had died forty-three years ago.

It bloomed in his awareness like the blood of a wounded soldier, a vivid crimson-stained flower on crisp white.

It was fear. Fear of losing his daughter.

It was making him rash.

Suddenly exasperated, he shook himself from whatever had overtaken him and barked, “Oh, God, we’re just wasting time!”

Maddie’s expression was inscrutable as he yanked on his overcoat. He ignored her, hoping she’d forgive him later. At least insofar as she ever forgave him anything.

He headed toward the doorway as he spoke. “Tell the agent to wait for reinforcements unless they try to leave, and get a team down there, now. I want all of your best people.”

She gave him a curt nod and moved two fingers toward the skin behind her ear when he interrupted.

“You go with them, understand?”

Again, she nodded. “What about you?”

Pete set his jaw. “Oh, I’m coming with you.”

Again she began to speak, and again he ploughed over her. The need to settle this and settle it permanently clawed at him relentlessly now. “No argument. I’m personally retrieving my daughter and doing what I should have done before. No more protocols. I don’t care what state she’s in. Your doctors and technicians will come to her. I’m bringing her directly under my care.”

She seemed to know better than to question him. “Alright, then.”

He turned away then back, almost as an afterthought, to give her one last order. “And tell them to get rid of that damn alien the first time anyone gets a clear shot.”

~~0~~

PRESENT:

Everyone.

The Doctor stared at this not-quite-Rose, into those unending eyes, and a bone deep chill rippled through him and he had no words at all to ask exactly what she meant.

Suddenly she broke away from his gaze and wrenched her hands from him with incredible strength only to pound her fists into the mattress beneath her – once, then again, and again. He was frozen, gaping and unable to process what was happening.

With the fourth impact, her back arched.

She began to spark, veins beneath her skin lighting up with streaks of gold, what looked for all the world like –

energy. Vortex energy.

Impossible!

She looked like she was about to regenerate.

For all its might, his so-impressive, massive brain fell poverty-stricken and he stared at her with owlish shock and unabashed awe.

With one last, mighty slam of her fists, her face morphed somehow and even her body shifted, and the glow abruptly vanished.

She blinked and he knew in an instant she was finally finally there, just Rose, his Rose. He forgot everything else and saw only her, and a muffled sob of relief escaped him.

She pushed herself up slowly with trembling arms, eyes darting everywhere as she took in her surroundings. Gingerly, he lowered himself to sit beside her, and as the bed dipped and she sat up fully under her own power, those eyes landed on him.

They were amber and hazel and only Rose, all Rose, full of bewilderment.

“Doctor?” Her voice was small and hoarse. “Where are we? What hap – ”

He didn’t try to rein himself in, didn’t even let her finish her sentence before he shot forward, wrapping her in his arms, enveloping her completely. Disoriented, still she returned the embrace without question, and it undid him completely. He held on, stroking her hair without letting go, rocking them both back and forth and murmuring her name until tears closed his throat and stung his eyes.

There was a rustle from somewhere behind them and a dumbfounded voice stammered, “What – What the hell was, was – that?!?”

George. He’d forgotten the man was even there.

He ignored him and only tightened his hold on Rose.

Held on. He held on and held on and couldn’t seem to stop until he realised the tables had turned. She was practically rocking him now, shushing and smoothing her hands along his back as she whispered gentling, comforting words. “Shhh, s’alright, we’re alright, I’m okay, Doctor, I’ve got you, it’s alright…”

He should be the one saying those things.

He pulled back and she took a deep breath, composed herself and met his gaze.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

He should be asking her that.

He cleared his throat and nodded slowly, looking back at her through red, raw eyes. “I am now.”

The meaning of that wasn’t lost on her, its honesty surprising. “Something bad happened to me, didn’t it?”

He didn’t know how to begin, what to tell her, what she recalled. His hand leapt to the back of his neck, mussing his disheveled hair even more. “Erm, well – let’s start off this way. What’s the last thing you remember?”

“We were in the Tardis and… and we had a rough landing, yeah? Did I hit my head or something?”

Another wave of relief washed over him – could it be she remembered nothing of the past three weeks?

But... no, he’d lied to her before, and he vowed never to do it again. “No. Absolutely no head injuries allowed in the Tardis,” he said, trying to lighten the weight of it.

She half-smiled. “Okay. But that’s the last thing – ”

Abruptly she switched direction.

“No, wait! That’s not right. I… you weren’t…” She cocked her head, concentrating. “I was in a really posh room, and I – did I live there once? I was playing chess with… I dunno.”

Chess?

She shook her head, frowning, and he watched as her thoughts doubled back on themselves. “No. No.”

Her frown grew puzzled, then dread began to steal away her confidence. “I don’t play chess!” she insisted. She gave him a pleading look. “Do I?”

Her confusion was what he’d expected, but this made him wonder just how much the Ministry had mucked about with her brain. There had only been the one time, in the library, when he’d tried to teach her to play chess. She loathed it.

He took her hand and replied softly, “No, you don’t play chess. It’s alright, though. I expected you’d be a bit confused.”

Though his touch was welcome comfort, she was still on the verge of tears. She shook her head again. “Yeah, but that’s not – I – Doctor, it’s all mixed up! Are you sure I didn’t hit my head?”

“I’m sure.” He opened his arms and said, “Come here.” She leaned over gratefully and curled into him until she was sitting in his lap like a lost child. He’d never seen her so vulnerable; she was always so strong. He wanted to wrap his hands around the neck of whoever was responsible for taking that away from her.

“It’s alright,” he murmured into her hair. “I promise. We’ll get back home and I’ll get you fixed right up, you’ll see.”

She quieted then, and it helped him ease himself down from everything they’d just been through as well. Gradually, other thoughts began trickling through, events to file away for examination later. Then he caught a glimpse of poor George, sitting in the desk chair now and staring at them with a look bordering on shell-shocked.

How, exactly, was he going to get her back home?

With a jolt, he remembered the warning.

They’re coming.

He had to get her out of there.

At that instant Rose stirred and he glanced down at her. It seemed she’d had a thought of her own.

She looked up at him and asked, “Doctor? Where’s Dad?”

As if a trap door had opened, his stomach plunged past the floorboards.

~~0~~

INDETERMINATE:

A leviathan Consciousness stirred. Something had disrupted a connection, severing a link in the collective web that sustained and nourished all things in its realm. Untroubled, the Consciousness moved without motion through space that was not space, seeking the source of the disturbance in the simultaneous everywheres that were not and yet were.

So many tiny creatures, so distracted, so fraught with the mundanity of their fleeting and finite three dimensional lives. The Mind was so often (what a strange concept, often) replacing them.

Easily the disturbance was located.

Oh. The gap in the web was bigger than expected.

The Mind stopped and looked again.

Peter Tyler. The small one who thought himself an emperor. It had been nothing to discern that his offspring was the one of true importance.

And she’d been cut off, disconnected somehow.

The Consciousness peered more closely.

Outrage rippled along Its not-body.

The Doctor.

to be continued...

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