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Fighter Weapons — Prologue

Pairing(s): Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC (Claire Mitchell) / Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Summary: An untold story. A series that shows what happened during the Top Gun of our beloved pilots of Top Gun: Maverick.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

Author note: Before you read it, I want to make it clear that English is not my first language, so forgive me for not using words that contemplate the reality of those who live in countries that speak English. Another point, I'm not an expert on fighter jets or how the Navy works, but I tried to bring here the best I could understand of everything. Last but not least, in this story it is strictly forbidden not to have fun! Use it as your entertainment time. That's what I'm doing here, trying to elicit reactions and feelings from you that entertain you.

Word Count: 2.185

On March 3, 1969, the US Navy established an elite school for the top one percent of its pilots. Its purpose was to teach the lost art of aerial combat and ensure that the handful of men and women who graduated were the best fighter pilots in the world.

They succeeded.

Today, the Navy calls it Fighter Weapons School. The fyers call it: Top Gun.

ᴜss ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ ʀ. ғᴏʀᴅ (ᴄᴠɴ-78) — ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴᴀ, ᴠᴀ

“This is War Party. Communicating with Carrier Air Wing 8,” Rooster reported on the radio.

"AJ listening. No sign of enemies", came a woman's voice.

"Contacting the cockpit." He was moving some buttons on his F/A-18F Super Hornet.

"Captain Holmes speaking. Get down, Rooster. Inspection for today is over." The captain's firm voice invaded the cabin.

“The Squads may be under the radar, sir".

“You've been flying over for almost two hours now. Your fuel is running low and there's no way for us to predict what time it will show up. If they are there, there is no intention of attack. Go back to the aircraft carrier, Rooster".

Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw was flying over the Pacific Ocean on a typical Golden Warriors routine inspection. A few months ago, the Iranian squadron Squads threatened to fly over American territory and they were tasked with monitoring every step. So far, there have been no interceptions, but they were in the area.

Rooster had a feeling that that day would be D-Day. Two weeks ago, the Squads decided to fly under the radar and could get close to the coast, in Oceana Beach.

"Follow your instincts, Bradley," his mother's voice echoed in his mind. She had always known that he tended to avoid disobeying orders and to act with his heart. Bradley would rather be safe than right. Despite looking at the photo of his mother, father and himself taped to the side of the digital display, he decided which would be best.

"Affirmative. War Party returning".

He guided his squadron back over the still waters of the ocean. However, after ten minutes, he noticed a smoke signal.

"Smoke signal at nine o'clock!" He listened on his radio. "Missile at a speed of 30 km/h. Collision time: less than 45 seconds".

"Reverse maneuver!" Rooster roared.

He immediately flew the F-18 down with two more planes as two gained altitude. The missile chased the planes overhead for a few kilometers before they managed to outrun it, losing altitude and crashing into the sea.

"Object overboard." One of them said relieved.

“Don't breathe, guys. I think it's not over yet".

Rooster had barely finished speaking when a fighter appeared on his radar from the opposite direction, quickly picking up speed. He launched bait and weaponry in the enemy direction and began a cloud chase.

"Rooster, we need to fight back!" a pilot advised.

"He just wants to scare us. There is no necessity".

"He attacked us, man! What other sign do you want?"

"Let's wait. I will not put your lives in danger".

They fought off the foreign pilot who still hadn't moved a step to attack them again. Maybe he really didn't want to attack. It was just a warning for them to stop being suspicious. If they wanted to attack months earlier they would have done so.

“Rooster!" The captain's voice startled Bradley. "Get back to the aircraft carrier! You're running out of fuel!"

"Permission to attack, sir!" a pilot asked.

“Declined. He is playing with you and you are falling like ducklings in a pond. Come back now!"

"Affirmative!" they all said in unison.

On the way back to the ship, one of the pilots decided to highlight his opinion:

“We'll end up dead one day because of your fear, Rooster".

Bradley took a deep breath as he tightened his grip on the small steering wheel. He knew that caution never hurt. He had no one to turn to. He no longer had a family or a girlfriend. But his colleagues did. And that was enough for him to understand that he was always right to hold back his instincts to protect them. And somehow that led him straight to Top Gun.

ᴜss ᴀʙʀᴀʜᴀᴍ ʟɪɴᴄᴏʟɴ (ᴄᴠɴ-72) — ʟᴇᴍᴏᴏʀᴇ, ᴄᴀ

"NG contacting Ugly". Hangman and the other pilots heard it on the radio.

"Ugly on the wire. Hangman talking."

“We're in sight of an F-4 Phantom II twenty miles away.

"Understood." Hangman grinned and increased the speed of his F/A-18A/C Hornet. "Let's go!"

"Be careful. It's a Russian fossil. But it still remains Russian." Captain Davin's voice echoed through the cabins.

Hangman knew what he was dealing with. An F-4 Phantom II has not been produced since 1981. However, as it became the most produced American supersonic military aircraft in history and cemented its position as an iconic Cold War fighter plane, many countries still had it.

He didn't know that Russia still cherished that old stuff. Germany, Japan and the United States itself had their reasons for maintaining the tradition. But not Russia. If they put that old junk to fly, they knew the pilots would underestimate it.

And, as much as Hangman really was underestimating it, he knew he couldn't play with a Russian enemy. Who was he kidding? It is clear that he was better than the Russian pilots! He was Hangman, damn it!

“Listen, we have two options here," he said victoriously as he approached the jet. “You can turn around and maybe we can drink Kvass together someday. Or... you can stay where you are and we'll get you right. Please choose the second option".

"You talk too much," the pilot teased with a thick accent. "And I prefer vodka."

"Your choice."

Hangman let out another one of his huge grins and lunged towards him, not waiting for his teammates to follow. The Russian tried to defend itself with some even impressive maneuvers for an old fighter, but Hangman was light years faster.

"Hangman, wait for us!" a member of the Vigilantes demanded.

“We don't have all day, man. Leave it with me."

“Of course, as if you'd ever let us do anything." another pilot mocked.

"It's not my fault they can't keep up with me."

"One day your ego will let us down, Hangman!"

"Perhaps. But while that's here, you'll see me do this..."

Hangman reached the front of the F-4 and released the weapon, which hit the left wing. The pilot tried to stabilize, but Hangman attacked the right wing. The plane left smoke behind and soon the engines failed. There was a three-second delay between the explosion and the Russian's ejection.

“Gentlemen, this is how you slaughter a fossil."

Hangman celebrated with a hearty laugh, not minding their ironic comments and eye rolls. That was Hangman. He did what needed to be done. He had enough agility, experience and confidence to go to the front line. He knew that even though his colleagues criticized him for always taking the lead, they were grateful for staying out of harm's way.

"Now, let's have a Vodka."

Lack of sense of danger led him to Top Gun.

ᴜss ᴀʙʀᴀʜᴀᴍ ʟɪɴᴄᴏʟɴ (ᴄᴠɴ-72) — ʟᴇᴍᴏᴏʀᴇ, ᴄᴀ

"Flying over Iraq, sir. Permission to attack." Phoenix asked Commander Barr.

"Permission granted."

Phoenix and Storm were under air ban. This used pre-emptive tactical bombing and strafing against enemy targets that were not an immediate threat in order to delay, interrupt or prevent further enemy engagement of friendly forces. At that moment, Iraq was an enemy on the rise.

“Talk to me, Storm."

“I heard on the radio that the Vigilantes had a kill."

"Fuck! Their ego must now be the size of the Statue of Liberty". She complained, shaking her head. "What was the enemy?"

“A Russian F-4". Storm laughed and Phoenix followed suit. “I know, a fossil."

“I wish our scales would meet sometime. I have countless jokes in my head."

“Keep it to yourself, Phoenix." The captain's voice sounded in the cockpit. “Commander Davin briefed me on what you did last stopover. And I'm not happy at all."

That had been unprofessional and perhaps childish, but it was a lot of fun. Phoenix and Storm hacked into VFA-151's radio line as they returned from an inspection. They broadcast an entire episode of Maria do Bairro. Until that day they still had a good laugh with their desperation to hang up.

“I know we weren't the only ones laughing at this, Commander." Storm commented and he was silent for a while. They'd known him long enough to know he didn't like the Vigilantes either.

“Follow the AI."

"As you wish, sir." Phoenix nodded.

They put the feuds aside and dropped the bombs over the Iraqi terrain, making a quick dash for the nearest border. They had accomplished the mission. They had left a message to the terrorist organizations. Now they just needed to get back to the aircraft carrier.

Everything would have gone well if a missile had not chased them across the region of Iran. Phoenix managed to lose him, crashing him into a mountain. However, a fighter jet appeared amid the cloudy skies of the Middle East.

“It's a bad day for rain." Storm complained.

She turned inside the cockpit and saw that the fighter was rapidly gaining speed and preparing to attack again.

“Phoenix! Do that thing!"

"Are you sure?"

"Stop this guy's muzzle."

That was the confirmation Phoenix needed. She invested in speed and gradually increased altitude until she made a 180° turn. The F-18's nose pierced some clouds and was soon behind the enemy fighter.

“Fuck, that's horrible… I don't know how I became a pilot." Storm commented holding her belly.

“Because you're crazy enough not to give up on anything." Phoenix said with a smile. "Throw the ammo."

"Right!"

Storm took aim at the jet and unleashed the weaponry on it. That pilot had a lot of skill, she admitted. She managed to dodge them all. Phoenix remained in pursuit and on the attack until the enemy decided to retreat. He was losing altitude and they let him go. There wasn't enough reason to continue combat on an AI.

"Fast Eagle, report." The commander appeared again.

"AI performed successfully. Interception without casualties. Enemy retreated." Phoenix reported calmly.

“You did the thing."

"Yes, I did." She smiled as she confirmed. That was her trademark.

"Storm didn't throw up this time?"

"I'm completely fine, Commander!" Storm erupted half pissed half humorously. "You could try that maneuver one of these days. I know your hair would stand on end."

Commander Barr was bald.

“Don't make me punish you for disrespect. I still haven't forgotten the little joke with the 151."

He tried to keep his tone steady, but they knew he was struggling not to laugh along with them. As Commander, Barr had a reputation to uphold. A laugh could make him approachable and that couldn't happen.

“Good work, girls."

“By the AI or the prank?” Phoenix teased once more.

"Get back to the carrier right now. Barr closing."

"Affirmative" they replied in unison.

“Oh, and girls?" He spoke again after five minutes of silence. “I hope you don't piss off the Admirals at Miramar."

"What? That's it...?" Phoenix felt his heart miss beats for the first time that day.

"We fucking go to Top Gun!" Storm cheered.

Commander Barr would never confess that that pair of Black Aces pilots was his favorite. He would also never say that the reason they were chosen wasn't just their skills, which were exceptional. Phoenix wasn't afraid to use a risky maneuver and maintained control under pressure. Storm was an excellent gunner and with far-reaching sense of space.

However, the real reason they were chosen was their boldness. They feared neither danger nor authority. And, as much as he punished them, he couldn't help liking this duo. Top Gun needed their boldness.

"God help them." The commander sighed.

ғʀᴇsɴᴏ, ᴄᴀ

He watched the city below. It was still waking up, turning off its lights to utilize natural sunlight. The warm breeze hit him hard in the face and the scent of dew filled his nostrils.

So he jumped.

The wind and gravity hit him mercilessly in a drop of one hundred meters at a speed of 20 km/h. He needed this, the adrenaline coursing through his veins, flooding his entire being. The emotions at work were no longer satisfying him. It was too calm for him. He needed danger everywhere to feel alive.

He felt the rope rebound on his body and soon he was climbing again. And falling again.

He watched the fighters return to Naval Air Station Lemoore. He was supposed to be there coming back or leaving. He deserved it. He was too good.

"Fucking suspension!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

His lack of a sense of danger was not a problem for the Navy. He was the problem. His extremism led people to death. A whole team.

For that reason, he hadn't joined Top Gun.

Yet.

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jiveyuncle · 3 months

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Keith never believed he'd have a long life. He always figured he'd die young and that his death would serve some purpose. He'd die taking a hit for a teammate. Or go up in the flames of a violent explosion while dragging a civilian out of a targeted building. Or crashing his ship at Naxzela to prevent an entire system from being incinerated.

Keith was going to die. He was going to die young. His death would mean something.

He thought these things were a given - facts inscribed on the essence of his being - as unavoidable as a dream, programmed into him the way sleep always eventually demanded dragging creatures to realities outside their own.

Keith was reckless, not because he didn't value his own life - that value could be measured by what he did with it and what he could achieve by risking it - but because he valued others’ more. He was reckless because he cared too much - about the success of the mission, about someone left behind, about everything and everyone else - and that caring was going to be what got him killed. His paladin teammates shouted it at him after every rash decision. His blade comrades acknowledged it with approving nods after each close call. He would easily give up his life if his death meant someone else was saved.

So, when he wakes inside Red, blinking his eyes open only to come face to face with himself in the pilot's chair, things don't click right away. It's not that Keith is dead - that part he accepts instantly, understands on some subconscious level in the same inexplicable way the astral plane connects minds and quintessence links paladins to their lions - but it's the how that his brain isn't processing. It's not that he is staring at his own slumped lifeless body, but it is the trusted Blade member he'd been tasked with transporting to a location to disclose the latest intel on Galran troop movements simply dislodging their blade from Keith's neck, tucking the knife away in their armor, walking to the exit, and leaving as if nothing had just happened. It’s Pidge joking into the comms of Keith's helmet, and Lance joking back, completely unaware of the fact that in a moment, without fight, without reason or warning, without some big sacrificial act, Keith just ceased to exist.

It takes them 15 seconds to write off Keith's lack of a response to the joke as him being peeved about being the butt of it.

It takes them 5 minutes before Lance starts offering lighthearted apologies in the form of backhanded compliments.

It takes them 15 minutes to discover that Keith isn't at the meetup location at the time they agreed on and to realize something is actually wrong.

They find Keith's body cold.

There's a lot of panic that feels much too sudden and extreme after drifting through space with his own corpse in the quiet cabin for so long - too many emotions in his friends faces, loud cracking voices, shaking hands.

Lance presses a palm to the gash in Keith's neck and grabs a control arm with the other, begging Red to take them home. He can't feel how cold Keith's skin is through the climate-controlled gloves of his suit, but he has to recognize there is no pulse beneath his fingertips. “If you've ever loved Keith,” he pleads anyway, as if he doesn't already know.

They rush his body out like getting him to a pod will be of any help.

Keith can’t feel his body, but he feels tears on the floor of the cockpit and the vibration of feet down Red's ramp. He doesn’t sense pain, but he tastes his own congealed blood in the chair and, later, the antiseptic Coran returns with.

This is how Keith dies. Quietly. Without purpose. Alive one moment, and then not - wiped away with a cleaning rag beneath clenched fists, secret shuddering breaths, and a mouth whispering his name for the first time alongside words of regret.

Dead Keith/Red Paladin Lance AU (Part 2/?)

The event that set things in motion.

I’ve always wanted a canon story where the main character dies in some anticlimactic way, but I don’t ever see it because I assume it would really anger a fanbase or just feel really dissatisfying. The big question of, “For what reason? What purpose did that death serve?” And the reality is, death doesn’t usually come in the form of sacrifice or to satisfy some narrative. I’m obsessed with the idea of someone so important, a character who has lived through so many close calls just dying in such a simple and unexpected fashion - of dying without anyone knowing. It has to really fuck with Keith’s teammates extra bad - suddenly not knowing who they can trust, wondering any time there’s silence on the comms if one of their other friends just died without them noticing. Them each picking up little habits to signal to the others that they’re okay - Lance humming, Pidge tapping her fingers near the mic, Shiro clearing his throat, Hunk popping his lips. Uhg.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You can now read this on AO3 as:

Empty Spaces You Left Behind

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niawritess · 3 years

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A Day With A Stranger~ KJI

Airport -

"Passport? check. Tickets? check. Luggage? check and I being fed up with this? Double check." You grumbled under your breath and looked at your dad with a grumpy look who was busy conversing with your mom to notice it.

"Alright, this is the last time we are asking for this favor, okay?" Your dad spoke noticing your expression while taking the hold of your luggage as you walked beside him to the check-in section.

"Gosh, Why do I have to go? You know I'm scared of planes!" You whined and he massaged his temple before looking at you with a comforting smile. "Y/n, It's gonna be alright. We wouldn't have forced you if we were able to go."

Before you could reply, the unfamiliar robotic voice erupted announcing your flight number.

"It's time for you to go." He uttered out smiling softly and you sighed instantly engulfing him in a hug. "Pray for my safety."

He laughed stroking the back of your head. "You're not going on a war, Y/n."

You pulled away rolling your eyes. "That's what I'm feeling right now."

"Come on, Wonder girl. It's just a day." He chuckled and you gave him a look at the name before giggling back eventually.

You bid your goodbye to your dad and walked inside the check-in section before getting on the plane.

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With a heavy heart you took a deep sigh before walking inside to your seat which you spotted by the window and tucked your luggage in. As you sat down on your seat, you fisted your hands and closed your eyes while praying for your safety.

In that moment, you felt some shuffling beside you and then a weigh beside you indicating that a passenger sat down. You scooted over a little to the window and opened your eyes to see the person was a man around your age.

He was dressed in black button down and had a tan skin which looked good on him while he was going through his phone.

You averted your eyes before he could catch you and that's when the announcement was made of plane taking off with you panicking inside.

"Oh My God!" You whisper-yelled to yourself as you felt the plane move a bit. "I shouldn't have come! I should have refused! Y/n, you are done for! I haven't even been to Switzerland yet!"

With your nonsense blabbing, you stopped as you felt a strong gaze on you as you looked at your side to see the young stranger staring at you with poker face.

You chuckled awkwardly. "Um, first time, you know..."

He just nodded slowly still plastering the same look and you looked ahead before the plane began to take off causing you close your eyes. "Oh God! Please let me land safely and I will surely help mom with the house chores, I swear."

You huffed feeling the gaze again. "Can you stop staring at me like that, mister?"

"No."

You flinched by his deep voice and shot your eyes at him and he was already staring at you with his expressionless face before he leaned towards you a little making you lean back in reflex.

"Are you afraid that this plane might crash and this would be your first and last time here?" He paused as his corner of lips turned up in a little smirk. "Then believe me, you are really done for, Miss."

You gulped staring at him with a horror look as the man infront of you was really giving you the creepy movie vibes.

"What kind of man are you? Instead of assuring her, you're scaring her more."

A middle-aged man spoke beside your seat in the middle row and you unconsciously nodded while the young stranger looked at him and then ahead.

"If you're scared that much, why do you get on the plane?" He questioned out taking a sip of his juice and you scoffed. "Excuse me? I am not here because I wanted to!"

"My parents passport got expired and now I have to go there on their behalf so it's not my fault." You huffed glaring at him and he just nodded. "Yeah, yeah, you were being seated here on a gun point, right?"

"How mean can you be?!" You exclaimed while feeling yourself leaning back against the seat but too annoyed at the young stranger to notice it.

He gave you a boring look. "What? Am I wrong? You could've just refused."

"It's not that easy, okay?" You paused to change your position as you faced him. "It's a wedding. My cousins wedding and that too close one so I didn't see any reason to refuse. By the way, you don't even knew me so stop with those judgy opinions of yours."

He looked behind your shoulder for a brief second and looked back at you as he nodded. "You're right."

You nodded back as he faced ahead while you looked outside and got surprised to see the clouds. That's when you realized, the plane had taken off and you were floating in the middle before you looked at him who was talking to the hostess.

As the hostess walked away, you cleared your throat to get his attention which you did as he looked at you questionly and you frowned. "Um... Did you.. Like did it on purpose? Like to distract me?"

He stared at you for a moment and tilted his head. "What do you think?"

You bit your lip. "I think you were trying to distract me."

"Then think that way." He replied as he looked at the hostess and took the blanket from her before wrapping it around him.

You gave him a confused face. "Aren't you a little weird?"

"Maybe." He shrugged and closed his eyes with his head leaning back while you rolled your eyes before plugging your earbuds as you both gave eachother the sign of not wanting to converse more.

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Half an hour passed, you felt yourself shaking and interrupting your peaceful sleep as you shot eyes opened to get the shock of your life to realize that the plane itself was shaking. Your eyes enlarged as you sat up straight holding both sides of your armrests and looked at the young stranger still sleeping soundly while the people were being chaotic.

You panicked and instantly shook his shoulder where he groaned opening his one eye to look at you before waking up fully as he sat up straight yawning. "What's happening?"

You let out a shaky breath. "Can't.. Can't you tell? We're going to die! I knew it! That's why I don't travel in planes!"

He looked around nonchalantly, not even a slightest look of panic was shown on his face. "Chill, it's going to be okay."

You stared at him incredulously. "You look like you have been survived in a lot of crashes! And why would you jinx it!"

He placed his hand over yours gently and you looked at him in surprise where he sighed. "I actually have been in these situations."

You huffed. "And here I thought you would say something comforting!"

You didn't bother to remove his hand as it was giving you the feeling of someone being with you and comforting you nor he did. As he looked around watching the hostesses trying to calm down the passengers and saw the middle-aged man weeping making him frown until he turned to you only to get startle to see the same sight.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks with your lips leaving sobs silently as you were missing your family. "I haven't even met my celebrity crush and I am dying already! Mom! Dad!"

Before he could say anything, the announcement was made where the passengers went silent for a moment. The current engine was in a breaking line which is why the plan was shaking but since it was close to another city, it was going to land there for a bit till the new engine is fitted.

Sighs of relief could be heard from the passengers including you two and that's how you realized that he, himself was frightened but didn't show it. Noticing your hands, you slowly tried to pull away which he felt as he looked at you and removed his hand over yours while looking away.

Soon, the plane landed safely and all the passengers were out and strolling around the airport. You went to the sitting area with your luggage and called your parents about the situation where you saw that young stranger also talking on the phone.

The head hostess came to your sitting area and informed that the new engine is being replaced where it could take time from 10 to 12 hours since there are other flights to take off.

You sighed holding the handle of your lugging before placing your chin on your hands while looking around to see the passengers getting up and going out. As you opened your phone to pass your time, you felt a presence over you suddenly and looked up to see the young stranger.

"Oh, hi?" You looked at him confusingly and he cleared his throat before looking around nervously then back to you. "So.. What are you gonna do? I mean.. Are you going to stay here all day?"

You frowned thinking. "Um, not that I want to but I'm not really familiar with this city so..."

He nodded before licking his lips nervously. "I am... So do you want to.. tour around?"

You stared at him surprised which made him even more nervous as he rubbed his nap before you squinted your eyes at him. "Good suggestion.. But can I trust you?"

"Good question." He shot back raising his brows. "Well, it's up to you. If you want to be bored here or have a tour around when you have got a chance?"

You bit your lip thinking hard on his suggestion before standing up and he stared at you questionly while you tapped your luggage. "Where do I put this?"

He chuckled smirking. "So.. I got your trust?"

You crossed your arms humming. "25 percent."

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Here you were roaming around the city of Brooklyn with the young stranger beside you who seemed to be too familiar with the city. At first you both booked a room to keep both of your luggage safe and took the important belongings of yours.

Currently, you two were heading to a restaurant near you since being full in your stomach leads you to get energized for having a tour with energy. As you both were walking down the streets, he stopped as a young couple who seemed to be touring around too asked him to take their picture.

He took a picture of them before the guy was asking him something while looking at you in a language which you couldn't understand where the young stranger nodded smiling at you then back to him.

The young stranger walked made his way towards you. "They are asking if we want a picture too."

You frowned looking at the couple. "Um, yeah, sure."

He smiled a little but before you could see it, he turned around nodding at them as he stood beside you with a distance. You both posed giving a smile but the couple kept asking you both to move closer and to your surprise, the young stranger stood closer but not too much which was nice of him.

The picture was taken as the man handed you the Polaroid picture before walking away and you looked at the young stranger. "What did you talked about him? And why did he looked at me?"

"He asked if you were my mother." He joked looking at the picture and your jaw dropped as you unconsciously hit his arm. "Do I look that old?!"

He chuckled before showing you the Polaroid. "I'm keeping this."

"No, you can't. I'm also in it." You snatched it from his hand. "I'll keep this."

"Not a chance." He snatched it back before walking ahead faster with you running behind him. "Hey! Stop! Give it back!"

You both ended up in a food market which was famous for its service and delicious taste. Sitting across of each other, you both were having your meal with you tasting almost everything and eating half of it.

His lips curved upwards in a smile watching you eating well before he took a sip of his water. "You seemed to be into food."

You looked at him munching and nodded. "Of course, food is life. It's literally the only thing keeps us going and I really need to get energized."

He chuckled. "You.. Also seem to like traveling. Like you were chanting Switzerland.. So have you been to any other places?"

You palmed your chin thinking. "Nope. But I really want to see Switzerland before I die but with my money."

"So, you're not here with your money?"

You shook your head. "No way, I am saving up for Switzerland. And it's not like I wanted to come here so obviously my parents did the money thing and what's theirs is also mine. But.. Have you been to Switzerland?"

He nodded nonchalantly and your eyes sparkled. "Really?! How is it?"

He shrugged. "It's cool and cold."

You gave him a seriously look and shook your head at his answer. "About the picture, let's make it two so we can have each.

He hummed. "Fair enough."

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Four hours passed like a breeze but a fresh one. It was getting dawn as the clock read seven where you both were engrossed in the beauty of the city. The young stranger surely knew this city very well as all the places he took you, you were having fun where your little bickering was cheery on top.

You were walking down the street when your phone buzzed which you were attempting to fish out but a shriek escaped your lips as your purse was snatched and you saw the thief running away with the young stranger chasing him.

You stood there dumbfounded for a second then also chased them while shouting thief where half of the population was looking at you three amazingly like they were watching a movie.

"Stop! You darn thief!" You shouted running faster than you ever had in your life before entering in a street which those two men just went and saw two cops talking to each other.

"Hey! Officers!" You exclaimed as they looked at you and before they could even react, you took a hold of each of their arms and made them run with you in the exact speed of yours.

What happened young lady?!" The middle-aged officer questioned loudly because of running and you pointed at the two men before you. "The thief!"

"We'll surely catch them but what's a young beautiful lady doing here?" The young officer asked beside you as you were between them and you gave him a weird look. "Catching the thief!"

"And what would be this beautiful lady's name?" He gave a cheeky grin and you looked at him incredulously as he was flirting instead of catching the thief before you glared at him. "Thief catcher!"

"Such a pretty name for a pretty lady." He wasn't backing down and you rolled you eyes before giving him a sarcastic smile. "Thank you very much but can we catch the thief if you're done interrogating me?"

"Sure!" He exclaimed smiling before speeding up to them but stopped when the young stranger kicked him and the thief fell where he caught him.

You three caught up to him and you took deep breaths to calm down yourself while the officers handcuffed the thief. The middle-aged officer was talking to the young stranger and the young officer was trying to flirt with you again which that younger stranger noticed.

He stood beside you wrapping his arm around your shoulder startling you as you looked at him surprised while he glared at the young officer before looking back at the middle-aged officer. "Thank you for helping me and my girlfriend, we'll get going now."

You noticed the young officers face dropped listening this before you both walked down street still in the same position. You couldn't tell if he was being jealous or just helping you out but you chose the latter since you couldn't choose the former one and latter seemed the sensible option.

Walking out of the street, he removed his arm and looked at you nervously thinking you might took it wrong way but to his surprise, you smiled. "Thanks for helping me out. Gosh, that officer was really giving me creepy vibes."

He chuckled. "Anyway, what should we do now?"

You shrugged before you heard some songs getting your attention as you both looked towards the direction to see a outdoor event happening infront of you where two guards were standing there. You looked at him and he looked back at you at the same time giving you a smug grin which raising his brows.

You frowned before realizing his suggestion by his look and instantly shook your mouthing. "No."

"Come on, scaredy cat. It's going to fun." He gestured smiling and you bit your contemplating before nodding eventually.

He took a hold of your wrist and jogged towards the garden before looking at the guards who were eyeing you both suspiciously. Giving them a gentle smile, you pointed at the two guests going inside signaling that you're with them where he actually bought it and let you in.

Looking at the young stranger with a amazed face, you both did a fistbump before walking inside further. The garden was decorated with lightnings and there was a stage where the music was playing but your eyes were looking for something else.

Your eyes lit up finding it and you headed towards the food court before filling your stomach with the delicious food.

"Were you that hungry?" You stopped munching and looked at him chuckling while nodding making him smile before he looked around where his face showed panic.

You gulped down the food looking at him with worrying eyes. "What happened?"

"The owner is coming with his guards." He spoke holding your wrist as you looked back to see them coming towards you both before looking back at him with wide eyes. "Now what?"

"We have to run." He whispered and before you could even say anything, he pulled you with him running towards the gate with the guards chasing you both.

Walking out of the gate, the guards were still behind you but you both were fast enough to run away from them as you ended up in a silent road. Halting, you both were panting and catching your breath before looking at eachother for a moment and burst into laughter.

"That was insane." He chuckled calming himself and you nodded giggling back. "But it was fun."

"I have got something." He said taking out something from his bag and showed you two small bottles of beer causing you gasp. "You.. Seriously?"

He shrugged smiling handing you one while he took a sip of his own and you chuckled. "I thought you were some arrogant guy but you know how to laugh, huh?"

"And I thought you were some scaredy cat but you know how to have fun, huh?" He tilted his head smirking and you glared at him playfully before breaking into giggles with him.

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Cold breeze touching your face with the silence and the beautiful view of city lights brightening infront of your eyes was so soothing and perfect place to rest here.

"How did you know this place?" You turned towards the young stranger beside you on the big stone. "I have noticed, you seemed to know this place very well. Are you like.. Traveler?"

He shrugged. "You can say that."

"You even knew where to rent a car from." You paused frowning before gasping. "Don't tell me you're a wanted criminal and I have been touring around with you?"

He chuckled looking at you with an unreadable expression. "Don't worry, I don't harm beautiful women."

You stared at him blankly. "Did you.. Did you just flirt with me?"

He smiled tilting his head. "What do you think?"

You didn't replied and just looked ahead smiling before feeling his gaze on you as you looked at nervously. "What?"

"What?"

You let out a nervous chuckle. "Why are looking at me like that?"

He smiled fondly. "Because you're beautiful and I like looking at beautiful things."

"Oh My God! Stop!" You exclaimed laughing and looked ahead. "This will get awkward!"

You looked back at him and started laughing as he joined you back. "Can I say more?"

"No! Shut up!"

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It was 6 in the morning and you found yourself at the airport with your luggage looking at the young stranger infront of you. "So.. This is where we part ways."

He groaned lowly. "Why our flights had to be different? I had practiced more lines."

"Seriously?" You laughed and he smiled before fishing out something from his pocket. "It's yours."

It was the polaroid picture which you took with him and smiled. "What about you?"

"I have mine." He showed the copy of it smilingly. "By the way, Are you going to be okay? Or gonna cry again if something occurs again?"

You looked at him offended. "Hey! I wasn't crying!"

He nodded humming. "Yeah, it was raining from your eyes."

You laughed before the announcement was made of your flight causing you to look at him as you smiled sadly. "It was really fun touring around with you. Mr. Arrogant stranger."

"Same here. Miss. Scaredy cat." He chuckled and you rolled you eyes before holding out your hand. "Goodbye, then."

He smiled sadly not really wanting to part ways as he sighed shaking his hand with yours. "Have a safe journey."

You sighed feeling strange as if something was being empty inside but you shrugged it off before walking away while waving at him for the last time.

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"Look at this way. Okay, 1, 2, 3!"

And the photographer captured your picture with the bride where you let her rest and walked outside. It's been two days to that day and you were actually missing that young stranger.

The most dumb thing you have done was that you never asked for his name nor his number. Well, you didn't had guts to do the latter but your dumb self didn't do the former one either.

Roaming around aimlessly in the big hall, your eyes spotted a familiar figure walking beside a man in a black suit and you shook your head. "There's no way. Y/n, you have gone nuts."

You walked towards the food court and began to eat until you heard a voice behind you making you halt on your spot.

"You're still not full. Scaredy cat?"

Turning around, your mind went blank to see the person you were missing was standing right in front of you smiling. "You.. Here.. How?"

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walked towards you. "What do you think?"

You tilted your head pondering. "You can't be here because of me, right?"

He smirked. "What if I am?"

You crossed your arms. "That would be stalking, Mr. Arrogant."

He chuckled. "You look beautiful."

You smiled playfully. "Not sure, If I can say the same."

He laughed holding out his hand. "Kim Jongin."

You smiled shaking his hand. "Y/n."

And it went from a day with the stranger to a lifetime with him.

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Just a oneshot came into my mind and decided to write it and now posting it! Well, I hope you like it!

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I said I'd make this a fic because people got the okie-doke with the fic within a fic. Still funny idc 😂😂 Oh, and this is horror.

T'challa's chest heaved in the dim light of the basement. His mind swirled with fearful thoughts. He was afraid of himself and what he knew he might do. He pleaded with his heart to stop pounding and the ache hammering in his temples to cease. He'd sweated through his clothing. It clung to his salty, dark and smooth skin. Sweat dripped from his forehead, from his brow, down his neck.

"Baba," he pleaded to the lonely light source above, dizziness setting in, cementing his high fever. He was seeing doubles. It felt like he was dying but he knew better than that. "Help me stop it, baba," he cried. His arms were cuffed and tied behind him. On top of that he was chained and tethered inside of an engineered metal cage. "Ancestors.. please," he sighed fatigued, "I beg of thee. Purge me of this curse. Guide me! If not, then reinforce these bars so that I must stay here.."

Even as he was speaking his request, he felt his mind slipping. There were moments when he could not remember what he'd last thought of or said. Small details were escaping his memory at a quick rate. His sanity was beginning to flee him. "Nalani," he whispered in deep mourning, "I am truly sorry."

The moon, fully round and white rose high in the jet black sky and Nalani drove on the highway getting as far as she could away from her beloved fiance with much regret and pain in her gut. She wanted nothing more than to hold T'Challa through his ordeal and soothe him, letting him know that she still loved him no matter what happened. She knew his heart well and he was a gentle man, one of the sweetest she'd ever known. She'd move mountains for him if only she could. However, the plan they'd come up with together was for her to tie him up, lock him up, then get as far away from him as she possibly could without him knowing where she was going. She had to follow the plan if she wanted to survive. This was a matter of life or death.

"Nalani.. Come, I must tell you something.. very important," he'd said soberly when they'd gotten serious as a couple. They were in his home and he didn't seem to know where to start, starting and stopping before looking her dead on. He exhaled. "I have.. a condition," he said carefully. Nalani waited before shaking her head impatiently. He exhaled again. "When I am in love, which is rare... a certain frenzy will come over me. It is an animalistic..," he searched for the right word, "obsession." Nalani crossed one thigh over the other, the high split of her dress revealing smooth deep brown skin. He looked away as she grabbed his hand to play with his long fingers. "I don't think you are grasping the seriousness of this matter," he muttered pulling his hand away when she attempted to kiss his pinky ring.

"T'Challa, I've been known to be passionate. You'll soon discover we have that in common," Nalani smiled moving to sit in his lap. He stood before she could.

"Nalani, on the full moon, I will transform into a creature of extreme animal lust. You will have to restrain me and get away, as far as you possibly can for I will hunt you and no one but you until the sun comes up."

"And if you catch me," Nalani teased. He was silent and his serious expression caused her smirk to falter.

"In the interest of full disclosure, those women are not on this earth today. Not in this plane. I understand if you wish to leave me. You would not be the first and you would be safe." The sad note of his voice touched Nalani's heart and she walked over to her man, hugging him near to her.

"I fear.. that my lust for you is too great," he sighed. "One of these full moons I will transform." He handed her a gun with silver bullets. "I trust you to do all you can to escape."

The gun laid in the console of the car. She prayed she wouldn't have to use it. A warm shining tear fell that she wiped away with the back of her hand.

The transformation was underway after many nights of false alarms. Tonight, it was actually happening and he could only think of one thing as the power of the curse flowed through his blood, charging him with dark purpose and rewiring his once sensible mind. Nalani. He wanted, no, needed Nalani.

No... Not just need.

T'Challa had been taken over. He yelled out in excruciating pain as his skull felt like it was being drilled into and stretched. Nalani, etched painfully through the bone. Where are you Nalani? He grunted yanking on the chain mixed with rope and cable that contained him.

Something broke. He went wild, thrashing and tensing. The strength that coursed through him was too great to be contained within his body and his desire, too strong. Like knives through his skin, it ripped through him until nothing remained of his psyche. Breaking the chains and ripping the ropes, he exploded free as if they were but plastic ties. Gripping the cage bars painfully, he strained against them, pulling them until they bent creating a path for him to step through, a new creature.

Nalani's scent was thick and fragrant in his nostrils. He could smell her hair, her skin, her soap. It was as good as a GPS.

The darkened heavens returned Nalani's shed tears, flooding her windshield as the ineffective wipers did their best to clear the glass. She'd escaped the state and driven further than she'd planned and she was tired, meanwhile, T'Challa's body resisted itself. His limbs cracked under the building weight of muscle and his joints twisted as he panted under the moonlight, a demon blitzing forward on bloodied feet to reap the soul of the damned. He dashed until his feet were raw yet continued through darkness that seemed eternal, the white moon a guiding light through time and the undeniable perfume of earthy blood, salty tears, hot rubber, moving metal, and skin driving his body. Through the sea of odors, the distinct scent of her bones sent his heart pounding with the thrill of the hunt.

Having felt she'd driven far enough, Nalani pulled off of the highway in favor of a brightly lit chain hotel beyond a sundown town. With gentle haste, she draped her charmeuse silk scarf over her spongy coils and around her neck dashing through the diagonal shower and black puddles into the warmth of the lobby to secure a room for the night with the silk pouch of emergency money she pulled from her pre-packed emergency bag. The thought of her kind-hearted, soft spoken love suffering on his own swept her up elevator's path into her room, and into bed to pray. "I entreat you to influence my fortune," she spoke. A message to her ancestors for divine guidance as she clutched her phone in small hands. T'Challa's pure and loving features were her fixation. He touched her with rare tenderness and patience. Love lived in the print of his hands and embraced her with a warmth second to none. Nalani battled the butterfly within her gut that willed her body to return. Only she had the key to that basement along with the key to that wretchedly cruel cage. On a small ring with those was the key to hand and ankle cuffs made to withstand incredible force and then there was the jungle of entertwined ropes rigging him into a strict position. He asked her to do all of this and she'd obliged. "Wait for my return, my king," she whispered to his likeness before closing her eyes, her damp lashes meeting to shadow over her tear-stained cheek. Resting proved almost impossible.

Her racing mind jolted her from slumber multiple times within the span of a few hours. "Grant me your safety," she whispered in the darkness. Locked in a fitful cycle of forgettable yet jarring dreams, she stirred between the sheets, her hands beneath the cool pillow.

Beginning with the point of his elbow, T'Challa's body crashed casually through two sets of glass doors as shards pierced the air with alarming noise, dropping with broken glass sheets and shattering. He appeared unaffected.

"Sir, are you.. okay," the nervous melanin deficient front desk agent inquired, shaky voice quickly fading from the lethal glare of the deep complexioned brawny tattered man soaked to the bone with eyes like wildfire. He retreated as the stranger's determined step never slowed. The tall aggresor was the personification of murder on the mind and the warmth that had been present in the air turned cold with a sharp chill no rainy night could conjure. Hiding away and with trembling fingers, the desk agent called the police and his manager. Then he called his mom.

"NALANI."

The menace possessing T'Challa's salty sweat, rain, and cut-ridden body knew no pain while fully engulfed in his lawless hunt. Pain was simply a mask worn by pleasure, the only thing his body sought. He could not idly wait for an elevator that would require him to stand still, he tracked down the stairwell, shoving a passerby to the floor with a rattling thump against the wall. Whether they were male or female, old or young he could not say for his tunnel vision made him blind to anything that was not Nalani. Reason and apprehension did not exist.

"NALANI," he wailed from his chest in anguish of her being so close yet so far from his clawed grasp. He could feel her proximity.

Nalani bolted upright instantly in her bed with wide eyes for the voice she'd heard was unmistakable, yet chillingly dissimilar as if he were a different entity all together. How could it be that he'd discovered and tracked her so quickly? Her troubled mind spun with wonder within a millisecond while she threw together her belongings. For the sake of their love, she had to escape quickly. She had to survive. Without a moment's hesitation, her body flew into action tying sheets, blankets, her scarf, clothing, everything she could quickly manage to create a makeshift rope. Shifting the big fabric chair to the window, she used its stable weight to sandwich the rope against the windowsill, the end tied to the immovable table as the other end dangled on the outer wall of the hotel. She dangled from it, feeling every ounce of danger as rain soaked through her satin sleep set as well as the cloth rope. Swinging her weight, she kneed the glass of the window below. When there was no answer, she shimmied further down, nearly slipping to her demise. With great effort, she kneed the next window which brought an angry red man to the window. He whipped open the curtains, but upon noting her sincere fear and helpless condition along with the nonthreatening frame, he helped her inside.

"Jesus, why are you out there," he exclaimed with attempts to dry her and gain an explanation but Nalani's sole mission was to survive the night.

Intoxicated by the scent of his target, so chokingly thick and near, his eyes rolled back. The wolf that was T'challa growled from deep within his core.. the rumble unheard in his ears as he ascended staircases, a hellhound with one lone purpose. A shrill scream could be heard as he bumped another obstacle over the railing to a crushing fall ending in their silence. His entire nervous system was alight. Nalani was on the move and he couldn't be anymore wired. Her goal was the car.. the same vehicle T'Challa had assisted her in preparing with gas, foreign money, food, and clothing for this very purpose. She'd taken him lightly and it would prove to cost her dearly.

"NALANI," she heard him howl. She raced into the first unlocked room she could find. It was dark and unoccupied. With deceptive calmness she approached the window and considered creating a shorter rope than before using the limited materials around her, but there was no time. He was too near. She'd already locked the door, but now she did not doubt that she was trapped and awaiting a grim fate. All she could do was crawl under the bed and pray yet again. Regretfully, her journey of love and life had come to a blunt end. "You can run, but you cannot hide," he called.

T'Challa trembled and panted in a deep and awful sweat. His once pristine nails were jagged and dirty with blood and soil and they dragged across the door with a menacingly slow scratch, trailing toward the knob. "Nalaniii..," he groaned, his hand ghosting his tightening groin as he listened. He could hear her heart race. Bone of his bone, flesh of his flesh. He could tear her completely apart with desire alone. "My dear Nalani," his voice deepened. "Come now, Kitten, do you truly believe I'd cause you harm?" His nostrils flared. "Show yourself to me."

Though terrified, Nalani desperately wanted to believe that T'Challa could overcome any obstacle that would threaten her life. He had the will of iron. She hoped he would somehow find strength within himself to walk away. His quiet laugh of depravity snapped her from her vain hopes.

She flinched and covered her mouth so not to scream at the terrifyingly loud hit that shook door. Like a scene from The Shining, he was determined to get to her, ramming the barrier. She flinched again when he followed with an aggressive barrage that collapsed the lock and the entire door. He broke it down like drywall and stood silently. She dared not breathe.

His worn feet broke her heart. They were damaged and he needed medical attention. They were all she could see from under the bed. His stride was slow, measured, and quiet. His low guttural growl was identical to that of an enemy tiger and it grew louder as he came nearer. She clamped another hand over her mouth.

T'challa salivated, swallowing before leaking another involuntarily deep growl. It rumbled through Nalani like a low grade earthquake. She watched as he stopped in front of the bed and bent, his veined hand touching down to the floor directly before her wide eyes. She gulped as his soil caked fingernails tapped the floor, the only movement in the darkness. When his hand withdrew, it left her confused. He climbed onto the bed above her, his weight collapsing over her back. Then his head popped into view. Upside down he hung, his inhuman eyes locking onto hers.

In a flash, she was dragged by her wrists from under the bed. "Fight it, T'Challa!" He tossed her and she wheezed as her back hit the mattress. His vice grip on her wrists was crushing as she wrestled for her freedom. "You don't have to do this, you don't have to. T'Challa, you can fight it." There was no recognition in his eyes at the the mention of his own name. She remained still as if she could play dead and when his teeth clamped hard on the base of her neck as if trying to rip her apart she reflexively kneed him in the groin. She screamed to the top of her lungs hoping a neighboring hotel guest would set aside fear and interject. His heavy hand clamped down on her throat, holding her down with his nails in her reddened skin, his fearsome eyes silencing. She held her breath as he bared his teeth, a genuine threat as his engorged member laid against her stomach. His snarl was in her ear, low and rumbling. "T'Challa, please! Remember who you are." His response was to tug roughly at her satin sleep set causing large rips while his jagged nails left fresh welts on her thighs and stomach. Fighting, she caught his hands, bringing hers to hold his cheeks. "T'Challa you have to hear me!"

This was not T'Challa. T'Challa had never been this rough. There was love in his every touch and affection in his kind eyes. He handled her like a high-priced gem, fragile and flawless, worthly of gentle fingers and heartfelt praise. No, this was an illness. The brutal creature above her was infected with a deadly condition. "Bring him back," Nalani begged as her body was yanked into position. His veined hands were strong and lively as he held her in place, little warning leading up to fevered thrusts. He smelled earthy and metallic. He grunted as he crashed with reckless abandon, seeking heat from the only hot and moist part of her body uneffected by the elements. Both of them were painted in blood and sweat, soaked through with rainwater.

"Bring back my T'Challa." She willed him to fight as his weight dropped back down in a ferocious rampage that jiggled her entire body and made her cry out in eye-crossing ecstacy. Her guilt was equal to the strength of her high-powered orgasm. Shaking, she tried to pull away but he doubled down with her thighs around his waist, her small hands clutching desperately to his broad muscular shoulders, clenching his forearms. She guiltily dug her own fingernails into his unmarked arms and it earned another gut rattling growl. The room echoed the sounds of a barn of animalistic lust. His tiger-like growls mingled with her camel-like grunts and then he flipped her onto her stomach, her knee rising and arms stretching to grab the sheets. Her eyes were squeezed shut as he jabbed into her womb. He fisted the soft hair at the base of her scalp bringing a burn of tension and her hand swung back.

"OW, That hurt," she shrieked scraping at his hand which aggressively pushed her head forward, mashing her face into the mattress. His hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her down. She hated it, but she could not stop her release. His words when he'd explained this phenomenon in the past had returned to to bite her, literally, Nalani's neck was still bleeding.

"Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers. It starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters," T'Challa had whispered sweetly into her hair as she sat on his lap. She had nuzzled firmly into him then, feeling safe and not understanding his message. "Are you serenading me with Florence and the Machine?" She'd giggled at his approach.

"Ow," she breathed into the mattress for the umpteenth time. He clamped his teeth down on the back of her shoulder, desire unbound. When she attempted to climb the bed to escape, he gripped both of her wrists and locked them behind her in one hand. She was overheated and cramping. She felt that she likely had bruises all over along with her cuts that still ached. Her arm felt as though it would rip from the socket. She'd given up. Just then she saw the shade of the sky change.. Black to midnight blue. She begged for sunrise as his inner elbow locked under her chin. "..T'Challa," she strained feeling him choke her as she weakly tapped on his arm, scraping with her fingernails. He bit her again. The sky lightened to a dark denim. "T'Challa," she whispered nearly inaudibly, his heavy body still slamming hers unceasingly. Blood stained the sheets around her and the strong salty stench had numbed her. Her neck and chest felt sticky and she rushed the sky as it slowly broke into dawn.

"Nalani," T'Challa panted as he released her neck and collapsed, his full weight on her. He was having difficulty breathing, yet found strength to roll from the bed onto the floor.

"T'Challa," Nalani gasped, fearful. She heard loud voices in the hall just then. Police were on the way. "T'Challa," she cried willing him to rise. There was nowhere to go and she could not move. When the police arrived, they were both carted out on stretchers and taken away by ambulance. They were in terrible condition, but the both of them had in fact survived the night.

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