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nothingbutfangirlsmut · 4 years

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The Trials of Emi

Pairing: A little Minho. A sprinkle of Frypan. Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, her twin brother Thomas, and a small group of gladers had been rescued and taken to a safe haven. Or so it seemed. It doesn't take long for Thomas to realize something is wrong. What happens next is a true trial for all of them but Emi's trials began the moment she was ripped away from a dying Gally. Watching someone you love die right before your eyes truly takes a toll.

Finally meeting the right arm could have been the end but betrayal leads to even more chaos and loss. A new mission to rescue those taken from them leads them to a city. The last city. After Emi finally comes to terms with everything that's happened something unfolds that changes everything again. She will have to not only deal with helping her brother take down WCKD and save their friend but also deal with all the new problems in her head and her heart.

Rating: As of right now it’s at most PG13. Some strong language that’s about it but it could change.

(This is the 2nd part/book to my other story "The Maze trials: A Gally Fanfiction". This will cover the events of the scorch trails and the death cure.)

Chapter Twelve

Six months. It took six long months for us to finally reach the place Vince had told us about. We immediately made the place our base. Vince and some others made the decision to see if they could get one of the old docked ships fixed up enough to use. We needed a way to the safe haven after all. If we had a ship we could get far away from WCKD but we had other things to get done first.

I was currently sitting next to Fry watching Jorge and Brenda argue over what was needed to fix one of the jeeps. Over the past six months, I had spent most of my free time with Fry. He’d been there for me on all my bad days and nights. He comforted me and made me laugh. I could feel the two of us growing closer but I was careful to keep the line drawn. As much as I adored Fry I couldn’t give him more than my friendship. Not yet anyway. He knew that and was incredibly good-hearted about it. He had his arm over the back of my chair as I leaned against him.

"We got it!" Thomas and Newt both shouted as they ran out of one of the old buildings.

I jumped at their sudden outburst. The two boys sat down in front of us looking excited and out of breath.

"We found them!" Thomas said excitedly.

The four of us shared a surprised look as we starred at Thomas. We'd completely lost WCKD for months. The trail was completely cold and now they suddenly knew where to find them?

"What did you find?" Jorge asked.

"We got a transmission. There's a train coming threw about an hour or two from here. It's hauling a bunch of the immunes to a new location." Newt said quickly.

"How do we find this train?" I asked them.

"We passed the track on our way here." Thomas smiled.

"So what's the plan?" Brenda asked.

"We'll need a few more hands. I'm thinking Harriet and Vince. Maybe a few more." Thomas said.

"I'll get Harriet," I told him.

He nodded.

"I'll get Vince. Fry and Newt see if you can get us a few more hands." Thomas ordered.

We each nodded then hopped up to do as he said. I found Harriet in one of the buildings going threw supplies.

"Hey H," I said to get her attention.

She looked up at me and smiled.

"Emi, what can I do for you?" She asked setting down the supplies in her hand.

"We found them," I told her simply.

Her smile grew even wider as she laughed.

"Where?" She asked quickly.

"On a train that's gonna pass close by," I informed her.

"What do you need?" She asked walking around the table she was standing at.

"Thomas has a plan but he said he needed a few extra hands. Thought we'd see if you were interested." I explained.

"Hell yea! Let's do it!" She cheered.

Harriet followed me out of the building then back up to where Jorge and Brenda were working on some of the trucks. Fry and Newt were there with about four others. Thomas hadn't made it back with Vince yet.

"Who are they?" I asked pointing at the newcomers.

"I'm Alex," one boy said with a charming smile as he extended his hand to me.

"I'm Emi," I told him as I shook his hand.

"You're Thomas' sister right?" He asked.

I nodded.

"It's amazing none of us realized it immediately. You two look like the same bloody person." Newt chuckled.

“That’s Ashley, Drake, and Eric,” Fry said pointing to the other three.

"Good you're all here," Thomas said from behind me.

I turned to see him and Vince with two other boys. They joined the group.

"Here's the plan. Jorge and Brenda will take one jeep. Vince and I will take another. Brenda and Jorge will be our distraction as Vince and I get on the train. Newt, you and Emi will be close by with torches to get the compartment loose. These two, Daniel and Greg, will be with Newt and Emi for added protection. Harriet, Fry, and the rest of you will be our hidden backup to jack the aircraft they will most likely send in for help. Brenda, you and Jorge will need to lead that aircraft to them. Once you take it you need to come back to the train to get the compartment and us." Thomas explained.

"When is this going down?" I asked him.

"In two days around midday. We will discuss more details once we have all the equipment we need." Thomas said.

We all nodded then went our separate ways to gather what was needed. Over the next day, we went over every small detail of the plan. It seemed we had every possible outcome thought up and dealt with. When the day finally arrived Brenda and Jorge took Fry, Alex, Ashley, Drake, Eric, and Harriet to where they needed to be while Thomas and Vince dropped me, Newt, Daniel, and Greg off to hide close to the tracks.

"Be careful out there," I told both Vince and Thomas as they climbed back in their jeep.

As they drove off Newt and I took cover behind a larger boulder. Daniel and Greg each hid behind their own boulder. Thomas would signal us when he needed us.

"How are things going with you two?" I asked Newt as we sat in the dirt.

He chuckled.

"Pretty great actually." He smiled.

"I'm glad things worked out for you two," I told him happily.

"Thanks Em" he chuckled.

"Are things getting better for you?" He asked.

I thought about it for a second. Things did seem better. I was sleeping threw the night and didn't feel like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. I felt like I'd finally made my peace.

"Yea, I'm good. It's been rough dealing with losing him but I've finally come to grips with it. I have enough memories of him to keep me going." I smiled at him.

"Maybe one of these days you can completely move on and give all that love you have to someone else. Maybe Fry.” Newt said softly.

I chuckled at that.

"I doubt it. I may have come to terms with Gally's death but I don't think any other guy, even Fry, will ever be able to make me feel like he did. If I happened to meet a guy who did then maybe but I don't think that will happen." I shrugged.

“What is going on with you and Fry then?” Newt asked.

“We are friends,” I said simply.

“Looks like a bit more than friends to me and Tommy.” Next chuckled softly.

“No, just friends. He’s been there for me while everyone else has been so busy. He did confess to me that he’d like to be more than a friend to me one day but he knows that’s a while down the road.” I explained.

“So he is your friend for now until you’re ready to completely move on?” Next asked with a smirk.

“Yea, sure” I chuckled softly.

A train whistled in the distance instantly gaining mine and Newt's attention. We righted ourselves to wait for the action to begin. We could hear the train getting closer and closer. It was traveling pretty fast from the sound of it. I barely peeked around the boulder to see the engine not far from us.

"Brenda and Jorge should already be close to it," I said aloud.

It didn't take long for the engine to reach us. I couldn't see the end of the train but I knew that was where Thomas and Vince were.

"They're on top," Newt said.

I could see two shadows running across the top of the train.

"They have company," Newt said worriedly.

On the opposite side of the train, coming from the engine, was four or five people running towards Thomas and Vince.

"What do we do?" I asked him trying not to panic.

"Nothing, we wait for Tommy's signal," Newt said slowly.

I watched as Thomas and Vince's figures dropped between the compartments. I could hear shots being fired in the distance then a loud explosion. The back half of the train came to a screeching halt. We stayed hidden until Thomas called for us.

A loud whistle rang out. Newt popped up to check it out.

"Newt!" Vince shouted.

"Let's go! Move!" Newt said gesturing for me and the other two boys to follow him.

We ran over to the train as fast as we could. I could hear Thomas on the other side shouting for Minho. The kids inside the compartment we're shouting back. Newt went to the side Thomas was on while I dropped down on the other side.

I pulled my goggles on over my eyes as I pulled out my torch. I got to work as quickly as I could to cut through the thick metal. Thomas and Vince climbed on top of the compartment to start hooking the ropes together. Daniel and Greg were standing on the ground trying to hold off the WCKD guards.

"Newt, how you doing?" Thomas asked loudly.

"Don't rush me!" I heard Newt shout.

"Emi" Thomas said coming to my side of the train.

"Working on it!" I shouted up to him.

Shots rang out in our directions making me jump. I kept my eyes on the torch but I could hear the bullets hitting the metal all around me.

"Newt! Emi! Get up here!" Thomas shouted.

Daniel and Greg were already climbing on top of the compartment.

"Almost done!" Newt shouted back at him.

"Newt! Go!" I heard Vince shout from the other side of the train.

"Emi get your ass up here now!" Thomas shouted down at me.

I finished cutting threw the metal then shoved the torch back in my bag. I slung my bag over my shoulder as I started to climb up the ladder. The boys were lying down and I was quick to join them as a bullet zipped right past me.

"Where the hell are they?" Newt questioned loudly.

"I don't know!" Thomas shouted back as he tried to shoot down some of our attackers.

The sound of a large aircraft had me and Newt rolling onto our backs as Thomas, Daniel, and Greg kept shooting. The aircraft hovered right above us then the bay door opened. I could see Brenda and Fry smiling down at us as they released the large hook. Thomas, Newt, and I jumped to our feet to grab it.

"Come on!" Thomas shouted as he tried to jump for the hook.

"Lower!" Newt shouted.

Thomas grabbed the hook. He and Newt tried to pull it down faster. When we could we quickly hooked all the ropes onto it.

"Go! Go!" Thomas shouted up to our friends inside the craft.

Slowly the ropes started to lift.

"Vince! Get up here!" Newt shouted.

The compartment started to lift off its frame.

"Now Vince!" Thomas shouted.

Vince jumped grabbing the bottom of the ladder. He climbed up quickly as we rose higher into the air.

"Yea!" Thomas shouted excitedly.

We did it. We actually did it. We just stole a whole damn train compartment full of immunes from WCKD. Damn this felt good.

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aki-draws-things · 5 years

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Hi! Your writing is great and I love it, and I've seen you're looking you're writing prompts, so can I possibly ask for "hiding and injury" with Tybalt & The Cat?

Hello there ~ For a second here I thought Tumblr messed up some asks and such, then I realized you just changed the user name. (At that, I spent like 30 minutes trying to remember what it was. I was like “It was a quote. I’m deadly sure... I just need to remember which.”)

Anyway, let’s get started, shall we? I always love to write of those two brothers~

The first 5 in a row!! I’m actually really proud of it!

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Hiding an InjuryFandom: Romeo et JulietteShip: // Tybalt & The Cat

Tybalt learned, over the years, that coming home wounded was bad, his uncle got angry at him for not being able to avoid his enemies’ blades, for not defending his family better, little it mattered that he may have been alone, or that it was more like an ambush than a proper fight, he was hurt and that meant a failure. And his brother always got worried, it didn’t matter to him that he was eighteen and not a child anymore, he worried nevertheless. Yes, coming home injured was bad, but not exactly avoidable, that’s why he learned to hide them, time after time always better than before. He could fool them all and he was quite proud of that. - He shouldn’t, he knew it already, it was stupid, and yet… -

The fight had been fast, in all truth it was more similar to a brawl, and a stupid one too, Montagues and Capulets didn’t even concern that particular fight, no. Instead a young man dressed in green and brown decided it was the best moment to speak ill of Angelica just because – Well, Tybalt wasn’t sure he heard what he was actually saying, he simply heard the comment he made and it wasn’t nice. - If there was one thing he had learned from both his father and uncle, that would be to fight for his family no matter what. And family, unlike many other could think, meant to the last person of the household. Servants included. Not that the Nurse was a servant, of course. She was much more. -

He felt his knuckles collide with the man’s face, - “Careful, dear kitten, careful of who you’re facing. Don’t waste your skills on some rats just because you want to show them off, save them against dogs.” His brother said once, it was a strange metaphor, but it worked all too well, especially because he called him a cat, even more because that was how Tybalt always called him since he had memory. - and he felt something cold against his side, something ripping his shirt, and his skin. Maybe – Maybe the boy wasn’t just a rat, maybe he deserved some more skills.

What couldn’t be called a real fight was over after not even five minutes, the man crawled away and Tybalt was confident enough he wouldn’t go far before dying; at the same time, though, neither would he if he remained there any longer. The wound was starting to hurt, a no-stopping pulsing pain, and blood oozing slowly down his side.

But he was good at hiding this kind of injuries, he was the best, even. Returning home proved itself to be slower than expected, a hand pressed against the side trying to stop the bleeding, - He could feel it seep through his fingers with every step he took, unstoppable. But he did his best to ignore it. - He blinked to clear his vision as he walked, dark spots dancing before his eyes every now and then.

Everything he needed was already in his room, ointments, bandages, clean towels carefully hidden in the wardrobe, that’s what led him to climb the wall outside his balcony and slip in from there.

It wasn't even the first time he did something like that, actually it was more the times he entered the house from there than the ones he used the front gate, not just when injured. It gave him some kind of safety.

But climbing with an injury and hands slick with blood was harder, somehow he managed not to lose his already weak grip and reached the balcony falling on the bed as soon he was inside. It took him a couple more of minutes to stand and gather everything he needed, he felt like he was swimming, his head forced underwater making him lose any sense of direction. He felt sick at the bare thought of walking. But he had to, how else could he take what he needed?

Grabbing the medical supplies and some water took him longer than expected and when he sat back on the bed he was already exhausted.

"I should... No. No, it's not that bad, I'm just tired. No need to call someone." He thought carefully stripping from the shirt and cleaning the wound. It wasn't large, just deep enough to keep oozing blood even as the pressed the bandages on it and dressed it tight.

His hands were shaking badly when he finally finished, his side felt on fire and he barely had time to push the box under the bed before falling back on the mattress, unconscious.

There was one good thing in all of that, no one would go call him for dinner, he was supposed to be out until late at night, at least that's what he told before going out in the morning, no one would go bother him and he would have all the time to rest and sleep off the pain. Or so he thought.

When he woke up, hours later, in the dead of the night, his side was throbbing painfully, it felt even more on fire than before and he had to grab a basin before throwing up on the bed. It had been only some hours, he told himself as he pushed the basin away on the floor, it was natural the pain was still there. - In a corner of his mind a little voice told him it wasn’t, in fact, natural, but he was too tired to listen to it. -

But the pain was still there when he woke up again, in the morning. He shivered and tried to hide more in the blankets, it wasn't that cold the previous day, it was spring already, and a quite warm one too. It shouldn't feel that cold, nor that sick, nor almost unable to sit on the bed without falling back. Blood seeped through the bandages and on the blankets but he found himself not caring. He felt bad. Really bad. - He looked bad, but his sight was so distorted and dazed he couldn't properly see his own reflection on the mirror. - and worse, he was scared. In no way he could hide something like that, not when death seemed to have warmed up on him, not when he thought he would drop on the floor any time soon. It was just a cut, a little stab on the side, he had had worse, much worse in the past. He couldn't do it alone, no matter how shameful, no matter how angry his uncle would be; he was scared, terrified. Like a child. In all truth he felt like a child, he wanted to cry, to hide, he –

Making up his mind proved to be slower, everything he did was slow, even thinking. Slowly he reached the door, looked outside to make sure the corridor was empty and staggered to the room next to his praying his brother to still be in there.

One knock was enough for the door to open, maybe he was getting ready to go out, maybe he was just passing in front of it, maybe he simply was fast at opening for him.

Fast he was for sure since he grabbed him without even changing expression, he held him up against himself as Tybalt's legs gave out and he slumped against him.

"Run in a little trouble..." He whispered trying to smile and sound as casual as possible, there was something metallic in his mouth.

"Run in a little knife, I would say." There was no amusement in his voice, in contrary, it sounded dark and hollow as he picked him up and carried him back to his room. Dark, yes, but never angry.

"Why my room?" He asked dazed hiding the face against his brother's shoulder in hope to make everything stop spinning, he was already ashamed enough to let his brother see him like that without throwing up on him.

"You have more medical supplies than the whole household, boy." He was angry, Tybalt realized in fear, he didn't call him any of the usual nicknames, that could only mean he was angry.

"I do not..."

"Did you think new bandages and ointments just appeared out of thin air? I know of your little hidden stack. Stop arguing, I'm right." He closed the door with a foot and looked at the bed, the mess of blood on the blankets, and the discharged bandages. - Tybalt was so sure he was furious that he failed to see the desperation in his eyes, the terror settling in at the sight. -

"Let's patch you up, shall we?" He sounded kinder now but in the young Capulet's mind it translated with pity.

Undressing the wound was slow and painful, bandages glued themselves at the broken skin even though the blood was fresh, the skin around was red and hot.

"You should have come to me immediately. Why do you always try to do things on your own? Look at that mess. No, wait... Don't look, it's better." He cleaned the wound with a clean cloth and took out a needle.

"This will hurt a bit." Tybalt looked away.

"I deserve it..." He muttered mostly to himself. Again he didn’t see the Cat’s expression. He wanted to leave the needle aside and hold him, hug him so tight it would hurt, and yes so carefully.

"Bite on this, fine?" He nodded slightly, they both knew it would be useless, he wasn't going to scream anyway. In fact, he resisted one stitch before going limp on the bed, his head falling on the side and eyes closed, it was almost a miracle he resisted until then, he thought he would lose consciousness while still in the corridor. The Cat swallowed and finished the stitches as quickly as he could before dressing up the wound and put everything away until the only sign left that someone had been injured was Tybalt lying unconscious on bloodied blankets.

It was wrong. So, so wrong.

"What a mess..." He whispered before carrying him to an uncomfortable couch and changing the bed, throwing away the blankets and hiding everything that would leave a trace. Anything that had blood on itself.

"You know you can come to me when things happen, kitten." He said fondly putting him back in the bed, half an hour later, and wrapping him in fresh blankets. "I won't get angry if you do. But this... Of course I get angry, my love." He sat on the bed next to him, a hand gently brushing his hair. "I get angry out of fear. I could lose you one day. I could arrive just a moment too late and you would be gone. Don't do it. If you can hear me, - He kissed his forehead, ignoring the heat already rising, he would have time later to worry for that, he would have the rest of the day. - in the name of this love that I bear for you, don't do it. "

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"Brother...?" He staggered back and turned, eyes wide in fear. Romeo dropped the knife, ran back to Mercutio's body and Benvolio. "Cat... I – I think... - He swallowed and looked up meeting his brother's eyes. A small sod escaped his lips. - I think I run in a little trouble." Since then it became a habit, those words, to lighten things up, Tybalt tried to smile, the blood was drenching his shirt, coming from his mouth, mixing with the tears. The Cat swallowed and grabbed him when he fell, holding him as he laid on the street. Fear settled in, took hold of his heart, threatened to drown him. He swallowed again but still he felt like choking.

"Run in a little knife, I would say." It didn't come out like always, it came out wrong, broken.

"Sorry... - He sobbed. - I'm sorry..."

"Tybs... Kitten… No, don’t be. Everything is okay. - He held him, caressed his face and hair. Tybalt’s head lolled to the side and the world stopped. Just as his chest. - No. No! Tybalt! Tybalt wake up! Wake up. Wake up! Tybalt! No –No!" He grabbed him, shook him, fell on his chest and cried, and screamed, and cursed.

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The ending sentence is taken from the Austrian production, because thank you very much, they have this Capulet boy crying over Tybalt and asking him to stand up. And it's just so damn beautiful and tragic and I absolutely love it. Instead of just having Lady Capulet, or sometimes, for a brief moment, Juliet, they have someone who’s actually there, who actually cares and begs. (and who has lines!!! The boy speaks!)

#tybalt capulet #The Cat #le chat #brother's love #protective cat #hurt Tybalt #prompt: hiding an injury #bad things happen bingo #bthb #angst #whump #character death #romeo et Juliette #retj #fanfic #aki writes

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frogsandfries · 3 years

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I only got five frames lineworked and inked today

It took me like four hours......... Now I feel bad about myself. Although one of them was super involved:

I mean, one of them was especially involved. And two of them were fairly involved. One of them has the tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinniiiiiiieeessst duckies swimming.

I know my style isn't much, but when the frames are fully colored, I still get so much delight looking at them and seeing them complete.

It was nice to draw some environments too. A hundred twenty-some-odd frames to this point have taken place in one place, and once my protagonist gets to the school, she's going to spend the rest of the story there. This is the only time we get to see even this snapshot of the village and the valley. And so much of the story focuses directly on the characters with so little environment.

I keep saying, I need to focus on working on the linework more. I don't like doing the linework, so I put it off. I think I just kind of get a little overwhelmed--ironic, since working on the smallest possible scale realistic for me was supposed to keep me from feeling overwhelmed. I don't like drawing; I haven't felt like I'm good at it for years: I struggle to get the picture out of my head and my drawing process isn't neat or efficient. It's truly quite messy. I usually lay down something akin to a gesture drawing, and build it up, erase it back, trace over what I actually want the picture to look like, then the eraser needs to be lifted so the pen will cooperate. Why did I choose such a tiny format??

And every frame takes absolutely hours from start to finish, but it takes a reader seconds to scroll right through what little I've accomplished in a year--although, I mean, in a year of serious work and focus, I've lineworked almost 130 frames, and colored over a hundred. I think by the end of the year, I'll have finished 150 frames from linework to shading. I know twenty-five pages isn't huge, but I don't think it's bad for a year's work. I'm also thinking about shopping it out to some comic book shops, a little self-promotion.

I'm really anxious about heading into next year. I've already agreed with myself that I want to publish twice a week next year. I'm worried about life stuff slowing me down--I was sick for ten days in a row last year, and I just spent just over two weeks pretty much out of proper working condition. Not even to mention migraines and doctor's appointments and we're still hoping to start our family....... This graphic novel is a project that it's important to me to finish. It's been a long time since I've finished a serious piece of work, like I've never to my own standards finished a BJD. This graphic novel is kind of a huge project--I haven't bothered scripting it properly, but I would estimate at least a few hundred pages

It was reasonable from the start to assume this project would take no less than a few years. I know a bunch of tricks for trying to maximize my output, and when things I want to do aren't working, I try to cut them back or improve them. I'm working as fast and hard as I possibly can, but I'm only one person....... and even if I could afford an assistant, I wouldn't really know what to do with one. You mean I'd just have to make linework all the time? I wouldn't be needed to color my own project? 😔

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