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[kunalp1234]

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[acilykos-art]

Analysis

#don’t mind me throwing in a reference to the iodoform test #senku ishigami #dr. stone #dcst #artists on tumblr #drst #digital art #fanart #dr stone #dr stone fanart #ishigami senku #ishigami senkū #art #senku

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[dolphin1812]

Another detail from “A Scandal in Bohemia” that never fails to cause me distress: the stethoscope in the hat.

““ As to your practice, if a gentleman walks into my rooms smelling of iodoform, with a black mark of nitrate of silver upon his right forefinger, and a bulge on the right side of his top-hat to show where he has secreted his stethoscope, I must be dull, indeed, if I do not pronounce him to be an active member of the medical profession."”

Why was it common for doctors to keep stethoscopes in their hats? How were people used to that? The image of Watson taking off his hat to pull out a stethoscope is just so bizarre to me (but also very funny).

#letters from watson #a scandal in bohemia #acd canon #acd john watson

[afdinonug]

What If Joel Left Ellie On The Operating Table?

What If Things Were Different - Chapter 2 - Airfried_DinoNug - The Last of Us (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

What If Things Were Different - What If Joel Left Ellie On The Operating Table? - Wattpad

April 28, 2034

Joel opened his eyes in a hurry. The scent of iodoform, a fragrance found in soaps and cleaners, filled his nose. The last thing Joel remembered was preforming CPR on Ellie after she drowned. 

"Ellie!" Joel yelled panicked. He stood up, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head.

"She's safe. They are prepping her for surgery now." Marlenes voice echoed in what appeared to be an old hospital room.  Joel violently turned his head to look at Marlene. "How did the two of you manage to find us here? The guys we had stationed at the capitol building that you were supposed to meet up with went MIA. I'm going to assume since Tess isn't with you and that my guys are missing, things went south." Marlene looked down at the ground. Sorrow encapsulated her. 

"Well, aren't you so smart." Joel regretted accepting this run just for some guns. He regretted not protecting Tess even more. He regretted not leaving Boston when he had a chance. "Ellie, she...she fought like hell to get here, to help you with your hope of a cure. Don't let her down." Joel now standing up, brushed the debris off his pants. His gear and coat were lying on the raggedy hospital bed. He swiftly grabs his coat and pulls it over his arms. It's the end of April, spring was here, flowers were blooming but it was raining almost every day. He pulls his backpack over his right shoulder and starts to head for the door.

"Don't you at least want your payment?" Marlene was talking about the guns. The guns only Tess had saw. How was Joel supposed to know if they were all there.

"Fuck it. You keep em. This was a waste of my time." Joel reached for the doorknob only for it to be opened from the outside. A younger male figure stood in his way. He was armed and looked to be muscular. "Watch out Hulk, you might tear your shirt." Joel noticed how the man looked to be wearing a shirt two sizes too small for him.

"Ethan, please escort him so he can see the payment in the upper floors." Marlene nodded at the man standing in Joels way.

"Of course, ma'am'" At least Hulk Hogin had manners Joel thought. Joel unwilling obliged. Falling in Ethans footsteps they walked to the 7th floor of the rundown hospital. This part of the hospital looked like it was routinely cleaned every day since the start of the outbreak. Joel could see people in scrubs walking around in front of Ethan and him. As both men walked further down the corridor, Joel could hear a series of beeps growing louder. He saw a woman walking out of an old operation room. 

As he walked behind Ethan, Joel stopped dead in his tracks. He looked into the operation room full of surgeons and nurses. Ellie was hooked up to a series of random machines. Joels eyes flicked over to the Holter Monitor Ellie was hooked up, her heartbeat was so strong. He questioned whether he should actually leave Ellie here. Marlene wouldn't have had joel bring Ellie here is she wasn't safe, right? Joel fulfilled his promise to Tess, he brought Ellie here, but by doing that it got Tess killed.

"She's doing humanity a great service. She'll be remembered by everyone for years." Ethan was now standing behind Joel looking into the operating room as well.

"Remembered? What do you mean remembered?" Joel turned to face Ethan. By the look on Ethans face, Joel knew what he meant.

"The Cordyceps mutated in her brain. The only way to extract it is for her to die." Ethan looked worried, afraid Joel would retaliate. Fucking Marlene, knowing an innocent child would have to die. "It's the only way to save humanity. We can't go around infecting everyone just to see if there's an off chance someone else is immune." Ethan was hoping to convince Joel not to do anything hasty, but Joel didn't need to be convinced. He wanted this girl and all of the fireflies involved in this operation out of his life.

"I'm leaving." Joel muttered as he turned around and went back the way they came. Ethan stood frozen in place, baffled that Joel didn't care about Ellie in the slightest. Joel walked down all 7 flights of stairs and past Marlene, whose hands were on her resting on her hips. Marlene watched as Joel left through the hospital's double doors, never to look back.

August 2045

Harmonic sounds of windchimes seep through the rooms of a homestead. The house is empty, no people are rustling around inside of it. A shadow moves past a window in the kitchen. Outside the back door of the house lies an enclosed space, hording a flock of sheep. A man appears to be walking out of a storage hut inside the cage. He walks out of the cage and walks towards the homestead. As he walks closer, he stops and grips the bucket he was holding, tighter.

"What the hell could you possibly want, Marlene?" The man sneered at the woman on the porch. He walks forward towards the porch.

"It's a beautiful place you have here Joel." Marlene is sitting on the porch's glider. Joel sets the bucket on the steps and leans against the railing facing Marlene.

"You got your damn cure, and the world is perfect. Cut to the chase, what warrants you coming to my house? I'm done with the fireflies." He was furious that Marlene would think it was okay to bother him after all he did for her.

"It didn't work Joel." No, she has to be lying. It's been 11 fucking years. 11 years since Ellie died...11 years since Tess died.

"Bullshit Marlene. I have seen one damn infected in 4 fucking years." Joel hoped she was lying because if she wasn't that meant Ellie's death would have been for nothing.

"I'm sorry Joel. I believed it was going to work, we all did but it just didn't." Marlene was looking down at her feet. She stood up and pulled her shirt up to her ribs. On her stomach was a bite mark. judging on how far the spreading went across her stomach she only has a few hours left.

"Jesus Marlene." Joel never really cared for Marlene but felt compassion that she was suffering.

"It mutated. It didn't cure the Cordyceps, it fucking mutated it." Marlene let her shirt hem drop back down. She looked up at Joel who had aged since the last time they spoke. "Before, there were runners, clickers and bloaters but now...now there's ones that can see your heart beating in your chest, ones that eat clickers Joel."

#tlous #the last of us #joel miller #ellie tlou #clickers #apocalypse #zombies #outbreak #fanfic #dystopia #wattpad #wattpad author #archive of our own #cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on wattpad #marlene tlou #cordyceps #future #death #time jump arc #joel the last of us #hbo the last of us #pedro pascal #bella ramsey

[autodaemonium]

əudtəəkmiəpɛɒəwwəɛnɛ

Pronounced: uhudtuhuhkmiuhpayouuhwwuhaynay.

Pantheon of: optical phenomenon, trichion, line, asset, reseau, analyticity.

Entities

Aɪləlsemrrleælɪkəaɪfrð

Pronounced: ailuhlsemrrlealikuhaifrth Optical Phenomenon: polarization. Line: centerline. Asset: forte. Legends: neutrality, contumacy. Prophecies: censoring, theology.

Fəsrævyðəðdɪəaɪwɪləsə

Pronounced: fuhsravythuhthdiuhaiwiluhsuh Optical Phenomenon: pleochroism. Line: curve. Asset: resource. Legends: damage control, convention, expedition, grasping, new deal. Prophecies: suggestion, psalmody, angioplasty, climb. Relations: aɪləlsemrrleælɪkəaɪfrð (sulfur oxide), sɪɛəəoəzsirlktərssɛd (fatty acid), ʃeoəaɪttruzʌnkθɪɪtəθð (lycopene).

Miæəilvɪmntswzɑtɛoəə

Pronounced: miauhilvimntswzahtayouhuh Optical Phenomenon: diffraction. Line: curve. Asset: forte. Legends: bridge whist, spill, kidnapping. Prophecies: raving, hit. Relations: ʃeoəaɪttruzʌnkθɪɪtəθð (dopa), ərtnrəzəaʊwpkθəotlaɪrt (dextrose), fəsrævyðəðdɪəaɪwɪləsə (tetanus immunoglobulin), ɑŋðpyɛŋəɪzkraɪmtəntpr (mastic).

Nəɪɛbrpləskwdrmməoəɪ

Pronounced: nuhiaybrpluhskwdrmmuhouhi Optical Phenomenon: incidence. Line: straight line. Asset: forte. Legends: tennis stroke, cleanliness, jitterbug, arthroscopy, truck farming. Relations: zərrærtpeənkərriʌwiæ (axle grease), ʃeoəaɪttruzʌnkθɪɪtəθð (deoxythymidine), miæəilvɪmntswzɑtɛoəə (monohydrate), aɪləlsemrrleælɪkəaɪfrð (polyelectrolyte).

Sɪɛəəoəzsirlktərssɛd

Pronounced: siayuhuhouhzsirlktuhrssayd Optical Phenomenon: tyndall effect. Line: centerline. Asset: advantage. Legends: child neglect, noblesse oblige, title role, nudism, laryngectomy. Prophecies: delusion, static, searching fire, breach. Relations: ərtnrəzəaʊwpkθəotlaɪrt (defoliant).

Zərrærtpeənkərriʌwiæ

Pronounced: zuhrrartpeuhnkuhrriuwia Optical Phenomenon: diffraction. Line: centerline. Asset: advantage. Legends: ford, iontophoresis, transgression, consolidation, hangover. Prophecies: natural, beagling, golfing, domestication, first strike. Relations: ərtnrəzəaʊwpkθəotlaɪrt (label), aɪləlsemrrleælɪkəaɪfrð (alum), sɪɛəəoəzsirlktərssɛd (bacon rind).

Ɑŋðpyɛŋəɪzkraɪmtəntpr

Pronounced: ahngthpyaynguhizkraimtuhntpr Optical Phenomenon: polarization. Line: curve. Asset: advantage. Legends: delivery, false pretense, photo opportunity. Prophecies: interspersion, decantation, positron emission tomography. Relations: ʃeoəaɪttruzʌnkθɪɪtəθð (alpha-linolenic acid), nəɪɛbrpləskwdrmməoəɪ (cogency), aɪləlsemrrleælɪkəaɪfrð (tax income), miæəilvɪmntswzɑtɛoəə (gigahertz).

Ərtnrəzəaʊwpkθəotlaɪrt

Pronounced: uhrtnruhzuhowwpkthuhotlairt Optical Phenomenon: incidence. Line: boundary. Asset: advantage. Legends: conventionalization. Prophecies: press, shadowing, exacta, degeneration, holy order. Relations: zərrærtpeənkərriʌwiæ (iodoform), miæəilvɪmntswzɑtɛoəə (urobilin), sɪɛəəoəzsirlktərssɛd (butcher paper), fəsrævyðəðdɪəaɪwɪləsə (port orford cedar).

Əæðrɛəəəɛsidənsdsəlr

Pronounced: uhathrayuhuhuhaysiduhnsdsuhlr Optical Phenomenon: parallax. Line: curve. Asset: forte. Legends: musical, forewarning. Relations: ɑŋðpyɛŋəɪzkraɪmtəntpr (ammonium chloride), miæəilvɪmntswzɑtɛoəə (oxygenase), aɪləlsemrrleælɪkəaɪfrð (rh-negative blood type).

Ʃeoəaɪttruzʌnkθɪɪtəθð

Pronounced: sheouhaittruzunkthiituhthth Optical Phenomenon: aberration. Line: curve. Asset: advantage. Legends: barn dance, quitclaim, authorization, appointment. Prophecies: stylization. Relations: ərtnrəzəaʊwpkθəotlaɪrt (proportion), sɪɛəəoəzsirlktərssɛd (plastid).

[edinfographicsblog]

[gellidiumcartilagineum]

Crystalline structure

NaCl ➡️ Cubic

Sucrose ➡️ Monoclinic

Boric acid ➡️ Triclinic

Urea ➡️ Tetragonal

Iodoform ➡️ Hexagonal

Iodine ➡️ Rhombic

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[improbable-outset]

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆

2BDamned x gn!Reader

Word count: 2.2k ⚠️TW: Mentions of amputation and graphic description of gun violence and gore Contains: Mentions of food and body dysphoria

My AO3

A/N: I didn’t put this one off like I did with my Sanford x reader so that’s something. I don’t know how ‘grunt’s physiology’ work but they’re close to humans right?? Idk I’m probably overthinking this :3 Anyways this is heavily inspired by the character of Misty Knight from Marvel Defenders because yes. Also before I forget: HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎉🎉

Summary: During another raid, you experience an accident that changed your life.

The fluorescent lights in the medical ward hummed in the background, giving you a throbbing headache as you sat idly on the hospital bed across the surgical instruments. You leaned back into the soft pillow with only a paper blanket to cover your legs, inhaling the strong iodoform disinfectant scent in the air.

You looked at your right side where your arm used to be in disgust and sighed as you replayed the events that happened a few days ago in your head again.

~

You moved swiftly in the AAHW building with your other three teammates, rifle in hand, while a group of agents barged into the room with their own weapons pointed towards you. You managed to wipe them out, their painful groans filled the room as their corpses littered the floor.

Light work.

You moved to the next room. Before you could process what could happen next, you felt a strong impact on your arm, causing you to lose your balance and stumbled backwards. Just when you were about to hit one of the desks behind you, Sanford caught you in his arms and hid under the desk for cover.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you listened to the roll of loud gunshot sounds in the background. You felt a burning sensation on your right arm and your sleeve started to feel damp as Sanford held you tighter. “I got you” you heard him whisper in your ear. His voice only drowned into the madness that unfolded. After a while, the room fell silent with Deimos’ voice calling out that the coast was clear.

Sanford crawled out from under the desk with you still in his arms before he released you. You gripped onto the side of the desk to maintain your balance before your eyes caught your right hand sleeve stained in blood. Shit. You must’ve been shot without realising. That explained the burning feeling.

Deimos noticed your arm and quickly escorted you to the truck, sitting beside you at the back and making sure you were ok with Sanford and Hank at the front. Throughout your journey, the stinging feeling in your arm grew stronger as time passed. Finally you made it back into base, with Deimos taking you to the medical ward to be seen by Doc.

~

You grimaced at the memory. Faint footsteps echoed in the hallway as Doc entered the room, flipping through a clipboard. You had your gaze to the paper blanket in front of you with your remaining arm leaning on the cold railing of the bed. “Well, everything else seems to be stable.” He informed you. His voice was stern, asserting dominance which reflected his hardened demeanour. Doc was the most judicious and rational when it comes to his technical knowledge and combat skills. He wasn't a licensed doctor but he was confident in what he did which made it easy for you to trust him when it came to fixing your wounds.

However this was the biggest injury you have experienced. You’ve had gunshot wounds in the past but nothing like this. The bullet managed to hit one of your nerves in your upper arm messing with its function so you had to get your limb removed. Luckily for you, the surgery was successful but that meant you couldn’t go out on raids. “So...now what Doc?”

You haven’t felt this lost and alone since the day you abandoned the agency. Sure you had your teammates that you grew close with and rely on them for emotional support but they still have to go out on missions, leaving you behind since you couldn’t do much with only one arm. Everything happened too fast for you to fully process.

Doc placed his clipboard down, giving you his full attention. “You’re going to need to gain strength on your left arm since you’ll be fully dependent on it now, so starting from tomorrow, we’ll be doing some physiotherapy sessions. But now you should get some rest.” He told you. You felt the acid in your stomach churn. How long will you have to do physiotherapy for? How long will it take for you to adapt to your new body image? Will you ever get used to it?

You trudged your way to your room with your legs feeling heavy and your mind still flooding with questions and confusions. The hallway felt outstretched, making the journey to your room feel longer when in reality, you only walked a few metres. You heard footsteps coming from behind with the sound of clothes shuffling.

You turned to see Deimos walking towards you. The tobacco stench grew with each step he took. “Hey, rookie. How’re feeling?” You dreaded that question. How many times will you be asked that now? “Could be better, Deimos.” You’ve been in the medical ward for a long time, so seeing Deimos after a while felt a little refreshing. “Doc said I should get some rest before I start physiotherapy tomorrow.” You let out a heavy sigh. “Alright, sleep well rookie.” Deimos tapped your shoulder and left you to your own thoughts.

That night, you struggled to get some sleep. It felt weird to lie on your right side and not feel your arm underneath and if that wasn’t enough, you had to turn your body just so your other arm could reach the comforter. Nevertheless, you got adequate sleep before having to see Doc again.

Your day started with a small meal to get you through your day before you were at the medical ward again; God you were bored to that place. You had your pulse and temperature checked and then completed multiple activities that involved using your left arm. The whole day felt slow, being stuck inside. You tried to look at the bright side of things; at least you’ll be safe from the outside chaos. Yes. Doc made you feel safe.

One thing that you noticed is how incredibly patient Doc was with you compared to how he was with your other teammates. He would get annoyed pretty easily with them but he seemed pretty tolerable with you. Perhaps it was because you were pretty easy to work with and stick to plans.

The following day was just as slow as the last but at least now you knew what to expect and how your day was going to go by. However, the question still burned in your mind and the longer it remained unanswered, the more it ploughed your head. You were in the middle of your physiotherapy session with Doc when you finally spoke up. “Doc, since I can't go out now because of how ‘vulnerable’...” you put air quotes on the last word, quoting his words from your session yesterday, “...I am now, what can I do all day here? I won’t be doing these sessions with you forever.”

It was true, you understood that you couldn’t go outside where the chaos of Nevada could further harm you, but you felt pretty useless in the team. There was a pause that went on for two beats before Doc answered you. “Since you’ll be staying here all day, you might as well assist me around here. Things will be done faster then.” His tone sounded questionable, giving you room to choose. Well, it was better than nothing.

After your session, you found Sanford in the gym room punching a punching bag, his sweat glistening on his skin with his full concentration on his punches. His attention span was so deep into his own movements, he didn’t notice your presence until you softly knocked on the door.

He turned his body to face you, a grin spread across his face when he saw you before you walked towards you. You returned the smile. “Hey, how are you now? Deimos told me about the sessions you’re taking with Doc for your arm, how’s that going?” Sanford asked, panting lightly after each sentence, trying to catch his breath from his exercise earlier. “It’s going good, I guess…” your voice trailed off which didn’t go unnoticed by Sanford “hey uh… wanna throw some punches on this thing, might be good for you.”

You felt a little uncertain with his idea, nevertheless you pushed those feelings away and went along with it, you figured it was better than sulking at yourself and better yet, it could help with developing strength in your left arm. You walked up in front of the punching bag and paused and took a few deep breaths.

You threw a punch and stumbled a little, you weren’t as strong as Sanford but you still had some strength in you. You planted your feet on the ground and inhaled deeply before you threw another punch without stumbling. It felt exhilarating, releasing all the tension and stress you’ve been feeling the past couple of days. A few hours later, you went back to your room, your heart accelerated, pumping the adrenaline in your bloodstream. You almost forgot about why you were so stressed in the first place.

The next few days, after your usual sessions, you would go to Sanfords room to blow off some steam. Admittedly, it definitely helped to develop your strength again. But it didn’t change the fact that you still wanted to go out. Sometimes you would find yourself moving your left arm where you used to position it on your rifle, missing the feeling of the weapon in your hand.

It was another day after a raid and everyone was in the medical ward. Hank sat on the hospital bed, bullet wounds on his chest while Doc attended his wounds. You agreed to assist him, passing the medical equipment or applying pressure on the wound when needed to. Sanford and Deimos were near the sink area with a first aid kit. Deimos wrapped a gauze around Sanfords arm, making witty remarks while Doc scolded Hank for being reckless.

After you were done assisting Doc with Hank, everyone left the room, leaving you and Doc alone. You helped with sanitizing the equipment and disinfecting the surfaces. The room was quiet again, making you prone to overthinking. Just when you were in the middle of doing your tasks, you felt a sudden wave of dysphoria making you pause.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Doc when he saw you suddenly stop mid-cleaning which was unusual for you since you always get your tasks done quickly. “Is something wrong?” His voice broke your train of thoughts and you looked up to see his masked face. “Hmm no…” you really didn’t know what else to say or how to explain how you were feeling. “You know you can tell me, you’re my patient, I’m here to help you.”

You sighed before you gave an answer “I just feel a little… ticked off with the turn of events I guess. I thought by now I’ll get used to my new body but obviously that’s not the case. I mean I’m a righty, Doc and it’s just.. hard to get used to and I hate it.” You turned to your side to continue with wiping down the bed, Doc’s gaze was still fixed on you. “It is understandable why you’re feeling like this. Your physical healing won’t take long and I've seen how much you’ve improved since your first session. But the emotional healing might take a little longer, especially getting used and adapting to your new body image.”

You continued with your cleaning, before putting the equipment away and calling it a day. “At least you’re still alive.” He added. You only responded by smiling meekly and exited the room. You were halfway to your room when you heard footsteps. “Hey, mercenary!” Deimos voice echoed from behind, “could you come here? I’ve got something for you to see.” He gestured in the opposite direction. You really weren't in the mood for this. “Dei…I’m kinda tired right now-” “Come on, I promise you it’ll make you feel a little better.” He urged you. You knew there was no point arguing so reluctantly, you followed him. He led you to his room and what you saw on his desk made your stomach drop.

Oh my god

~

The following day, you sat anxiously in Deimos’ room with Deimos and Doc opposite you. Your hand ran over your new Prosthetic arm that was attached to you by Doc, the metal was cold under your touch. You felt the anticipation boiling inside you as you waited for Doc to tell you any further information, watching as he tapped on his tablet with full concentration before looking up at you. “Everything seems to be ready, now we need to test it. Could you lift this mug for me?” He asked, pointing to the mug in front of you.

Your heart thudded in your chest with excitement and anxiety as they both watched and waited for you. Slowly, you lifted your artificial arm up, almost startled that it moved with your full control with ease. Moving your arm forward, you clenched onto the mug handle and lifted it up without dropping it and placed it back down again. Deimos grinned with pride, your arm worked perfectly. You couldn’t see Doc’s facial expression but you assumed he was pleased with the results so far. ”Everything seems to be going fine…” He said as he stood up from his chair “...could you meet me in the medical room in 5 minutes?” You nodded and he left, leaving you and Deimos. You turn to face Deimos “Thank you.” You breathed, still feeling stunned.

Feedback is appreciated. Let me know if I did anything wrong.

#madcom #madness combat #madness combat x reader #2bdamned madcom #2bdamned x reader #madness combat 2bdammed #madness combat sanford #madness combat deimos #hank j. wimbleton #madness combat hank #madness deimos #sanford madcom #2bdamned #graphic descriptions of violence #graphic description #Ayrus writes

[elevenharbor]

mishap

The sprint back to the Bone-Eater’s Well was anything but quiet. Kagome’s enthusiastic—well, frantic recollection of what had transpired fifteen minutes prior kept replaying in her mind. Like a terrible scene on loop, Kagome felt like she was strapped to a chair with tiny forceps propping her eyes open—forcing her to watch the cringe-worthy scene over, and over, and over again.

Kagome squeezed her eyes shut, trying again and again to block out the crestfallen face of the young doctor who had thought forcing himself on her for a ‘not-so-drunken-misstep-turned-kiss’ was a suave move. Forget the fact that it was New Year’s Eve and their work mates had coupled with random strangers at the restaurant they were at, liquid courage pumping through their veins and ready to exchange spit at the strike of midnight. Kagome was even willing to overlook the other blaring fact that it was just her and Hojo awkwardly nursing their drinks at the bar, and she had but a second to process what was happening when Hojo decided to encroach her personal space without notice. Unfortunately, her sudden yelp was drowned out by the cornucopia of cheers and whistles as the television screens counted down the seconds until the new year.

What Kagome could not let go of, however, was the fact that this young doctor was no stranger to her. Aside from being her colleague, Akitoki Hojo was a friend, and a very good one, up until she pushed him away.

His words, desperate and disappointed, still rang clearly in her head. ‘Kagome. I’ve waited. Waited for you all this time. I thought you knew. I thought by now we would be together. So…why not?’

She pressed her fingertips lightly against swollen lips. She could still feel his mouth on hers, visibly shuddering at the thought.

The ravenous, eager, insistent kiss. His tongue slithering into hers aggressively, catching her by surprise. It was supposed to be romantic. Ripped straight out of romance novels that she could only fantasize about. But instead, the sudden intrusion caused her to bite down on his exploratory tongue instinctively. Defensively.

Moments later, Hojo was crouched down on the ground a foot away, a shaking hand covering his bleeding mouth. Kagome, with arms outstretched in front, immediately felt the guilt coil tightly like a snake in her belly. Hojo’s actions were a far cry from the usually shy, seemingly innocent man—in a matter of seconds.

At the recollection, a wave of emotions flood her all at once. Shock. Shame. Violation. Betrayal.

As if by instinct, she darted as fast as her legs could take her away from the scene, forgetting the downpour outside, and her umbrella, in the process. The rain whizzed past her as her quadriceps and calves screamed bloody murder from the sudden burst of adrenaline, while her heart pummeled hard in her chest. Whether by excitement or anxiety, she didn’t know, nor did she care. She just had to get out of there.

She didn’t have a destination in mind as she ran until she was hovering above the well, suspended mid-air without hesitation. She didn’t remember going up the endless stairs of her family’s shrine nor stepping foot inside her home, past her mother and grandfather, to grab her trusted yellow backpack. No pleasantries exchanged. Not even a moment to change out of her knee-length silver sequined dress and short heels and into something more comfortable.

She just ran—bolted through the rain to the one place she found solace in, or at least tried to. Her mind was in shambles and she need clarity somewhere...

...Or perhaps from someone.

“Stupid men and their stupid urges!” She muttered rather loudly at no one in particular, her back heavy with supplies in the barely kept-together yellow knapsack. It had seen much better days. Weathered so many storms, so many falls, so many demon guts. So so many demon guts.

Over the years, her bag even took on its own smell: a mixture of the fragrant jasmine tea and the stinging scent of iodoform from the disinfectants, two staple items in her bag. And if Kagome tried…really tried, she could make out a distinct smell only found within the four walls of the Bone-Eater’s Well— the spicy,  yet mulch-like aroma of well magic that had shuttled her back and forth from the present era to five centuries past during her formative years, and even now in adulthood.

It was neither foul nor fragrant. It was just…there. Comforting, almost.

But tonight her focus was as far away from her olfactory catalogue as the centuries that she was traversing, where time seemed frozen in place, yet ebbed and flowed through her seamlessly.

In a flash, the once celestial space morphed into vine-laced stone walls. The earthly scent of petrichor assaulted her nose.  

She was home. Her other home.

Kagome stood at the bottom of the well, cringing at the memory of Hojo’s dejected face. His incomprehension. Her anger at his action. His anger at her visceral reaction.  

She just severed the final strand of her friendship with the last person who viewed her as relatively normal. How could she ever face him again after that incident? Granted, it was only a kiss, but to her, it meant so much more. That kiss marked the beginning of their end. Her only remaining friend since high school, a goner.

Kagome had made it perfectly clear to him —or so she thought—that she only viewed him as a friend when he attempted to confess to her at their graduation years ago. She warned him not to cross that line. He was getting desperate, and there was only so much ‘friend-zoning’ she could do.

Though, as fate would have it, she wanted to laugh at her current circumstance. Here she was, five hundred years in the past on the brink of a panic attack. Running away like a scared child because she could not reciprocate feelings.

And yet, the most ironic of all was that it wasn’t long ago where she had been the giver of unrequited love, on this side of her life. Living in the shadow of a former love gone too soon. And it hurt. A ton.

Kagome wanted to slap herself at the hypocrisy.

The gravity of the situation weighed her down; heavier than the partially soaked dress clinging tightly to her shapely form, or her wet, midnight strands plastered haphazardly on heated skin.

“What have I done?” She whispered disbelievingly. Her hands cupped her face, but no amount of coverage could hide her shame.  

“I have not the slightest idea, miko.”

Wide-eyed, Kagome tilted her head up at the well’s rim and smiled at the smooth, baritone voice that could strike the fear of God or command her at will. The voice that she sometimes heard in her dreams, both menacing and sultry. But she would never in a billion years admit that last bit to him.

His teasing enunciation of her title was not lost on her, either. 

He was here, just as she expected.

Just as she hoped.

#sesskag #eleven drabbles #WHAT IS THIS NOW #kagome #kagome's thoughts #3 am ramblings #just keep scrolling #fan fiction

[lilac-writess]

Study Buddies|Peter Parker

Warnings: making out, fingering, protected sex

The sun shown dimly through the window, casting a shadow over your’s and Peter’s homework that was sprawled across the floor. You two had been studying the past two hours for your chemistry final. It was in two days and Peter offered to help you study.

“You can come over after school to study.” He had said to you, shrugging his backpack over his shoulder.

“Are you sure? Won’t May mind?” You asked. You really needed help with the material but didn’t want to impede on their evening.

“What? No, she works late anyway. Besides don’t you need the help?”

You thought it over in your head. You really did need help with your chemistry but you feared a different type of chemistry would distract you. Peter looked into your eyes with his dark brown ones. The way the light reflected off of them was beautiful; causing you to drown in their magnificence.

“Y/N?” Peter broke through to you, nudging into you a bit to help you snap out of it,“You good?”

You shook your head quickly,“Yea, I’m fine. I’ll meet you after school.”

Now you both sat on the floor side by side with your books in your laps and sprawled all over the floor. You had two days to go through all your notes and Peter was trying to help you remember everything.

“Okay, Acetaldehyde and Benzaldehyde can be differentiated by what?” He read the flashcard and looked at you expectantly.

“Umm.... a Fehling test?” You guessed not having the faintist clue.

“Almost. A Fehling test and an Iodoform test.”

“Fuck!” You burried your head in your hands,“There is no way in hell I’m going to be able to memorize all this. The test is in two days. Two. Days!”

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re doing great.” He rested his hand on your shoulder and moved closer until your knees were touching,“You got this.”

“No, I don’t! I always skimmed by the class and now I have to remember all this bullshit! I’m an idiot!”

“Well, I think your brilliant.” He chuckled and your heart skipped a beat. God, his laugh,“Look at me, Y/N.”

You looked up at him as he brushed your y/h/c out of your face.

“You’re going to ace this exam, okay? I believe in you.” You two were so close. Knees touching, hand brushing hair out of your face...

You leaned in and kissed him. Peter’s eyes widened and he jumped away.

“Oh shit! Peter, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me. I-”

“No, you’re fine. Just surprised me. Come here.”

Peter grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for another kiss, deeper than the last one. Butterflys formed in your stomach as he slid his tongue over your bottom lip. You opened your mouth to let him explore and moaned when your tongues tangled together. Peter grabbed the books off your laps and threw them too the side, replacing the chemistry book with you.

You, Y/F/N Y/L/N, never thought you’d be making out with Peter Parker in his bedroom while you sat on his lap. You were so elated.

Peter’s hands traveled down to your hips where he rubbed little circles with his thumbs,“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” He moaned into your mouth, warmth shooting to your core.

“Same here. Never thought I would ever be able to.” You smiled into the kiss and rutted your hips against his, making him moan.

“You sure you want to do this, Y/N?” Peter asked, looking up at you with those same dark brown eyes that never fail to mesmerize you. The warmth spreading throughout your body and into your corr

You nodded your head ‘yes’ and pulled at the hem of your shirt,“Yes, Peter. Please.”

That’s all it took before he grabbed the bottom of your shirt and threw it over your head. The sight of your breasts through your lacy bra made his mouth water and you felt his dick harden beneath you.

“So beautiful.” He peppered kisses down your neck and onto your chest, reaching his hands behind your back to fiddle with your bra clasp.

You continue to rutt against him as your bra came off and his eyes widened in amazement. Peter quickly took a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it expertly.

“Fuck...” You moaned out as his fingers played with the other one. His teeth grazed over your nipple making you jump slightly in his lap. That earned a laugh and he moved to the other one. Giving it the same love and attention. Your pussy was throbbing and all you wanted was Peter burried deep inside you.

Your hands grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head,“You have to lose some clothes too.”

“Fine by me.” He moaned. To your disappointment, Peter lifted you off his lap and stood up. His hand reached for yours to help you up before he pushed you down onto the bed.

“Peter, are you sure?” You questioned, smiling up at him.

He nodded his head as he undid his belt and jeans, pulling them down his legs. They were discarded on the floor like all the other clothes and he settled above you, looking into your eyes.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” He moaned as he undid your jeans and threw them to the side. You leaned up to give him a quick kiss as his fingers hooked over your underwear, pulling them off. You moaned as the cold air hit your dripping cunt.

“So fucking wet for me already.” Peter moaned as he dipped two fingers inside you.

“Oh! Peter!” Your back arched and you grabbed him by the back of his neck as he pumped his two fingers in and out of you. His fingers scissored inside you, preparing you for his cock.

“Peter, please! I need you!” You begged rocking against his fingers.

Peter pulle his fingers out of your aching cunt and slid his underwear down his legs. The scene made you rub your thighs together in anticipation. Peter leaned down to attack your lips.

“Wait!” You put a hand on his chest to hold him back from another kiss. He looked down at you quizzically as his boner stood proudly.“Do you have a condom?”

“Yea, yea of course.” He got up and searched his bedside drawer for one before pulling one out. He ripped it open and threw the wrapper away before putting it on.

“Are you ready, babe?” Peter asked seductively.

“Yes, Peter!” You moan loudly in his ear as he slips slowly inside you, stretching your pussy perfectly.

“Oh fuck!” You both cry out as he begins to move slowly. You wince in pain, making Peter stop.

“Shit! I’m so sor-” Peter reaches down to fix your hair when you interrupt him.

“It’s okay. I’m fine.” You nod your head reassuringly at him as he begins to rutt against your hips again. He speeds up, knocking into your hips forcefully. The pain is soon replaced with pleasure as you moan out with every thrust.

“You take me so fucking good, baby.” Peter moaned as his hand travels down to rub your clit. The sensation was incredible and fireworks started in your head as you felt the knot in your stomach.

“Pete, I’m so close!” You moan as he rutts into your core,“Oh, fuck! Right there!”

He envelopes your lips in a kiss as you cum, legs shaking and hands grabbing at his hair. You milk his cock as your orgasm shakes your body, moaning his name. Fireworks are exploding in your head.

“Fuck, Y/N!” Peter speeds up as he cums after you, his strokes getting sloppier with each thrust. He slowly pulls out of you and lays beside you. Both of you are completely out of breath and sweaty. He pulls the condom off and tosses it in the trash.

“So much for studying,” Peter smiles as he looks over at you, totally fucked out.

“We got tomorrow, I guess.” You asnwer rolling to cuddle into his side.

“Who says tomorrow won’t end like today?” He questioned, his chest shaking as he laughed.

You shrugged,“What would be wrong with that?”

#spiderman #tom holland #spiderman smut #peter parker

[vanaera]

𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 | 𝟎𝟏 | 𝐣𝐣𝐤

Synopsis: A future technology allows cops to jump in the past and future to investigate crimes that have happened and prepare for those that are about to happen. A simple hit-and-run turns into something more when Captain Jeon Jungkook finds himself as the victim of a culprit who cannot be identified by the system. Especially when the culprit seems to be the same person behind the new case that’s threatening the order in the justice organization. All goes haywire when Jungkook gets involved with Y/N L/N, the clairvoyant sketch artist who may be his only help to solve the case. 

Characters: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre/AU: Sci-fi, mystery, angst, action, romance (cop!JK x artist!you), based on the movie Minority Report

Wordcount: 11k

Warnings: Dark themes and implied smut (in future chapters); heavy descriptions of a hit-and-run; mentions of blood from injuries and violent crimes (PG-16 Rating)

A/N | This fic is for @btswritingcafe​’s Map of The Soul Workshop!

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

              The pavement was cold beneath his cheek. The gravel, sharp, and the smell of the after-rain, acrid. Jungkook peels his eyes open. They hang too heavy and the task seemed almost a century-worth effort. However, he’s glad he got his lids up because he could now see what’s in front of him. His right foot is stuck underneath the pedal. The windshield was broken, the spiderweb of glass fragments racing from the right corner. When he looks to his left, the car window is shattered. The car was toppled over. The pungent smell of gas is filling his nostrils. Something feels wet on his head. He raises his hand to his temple. When he pulls it away, there’s a scarlet smear on his palm. He’s bleeding.

              Jungkook pulls the seatbelt free. He falls further into the ceiling of the car, grunting from the metal appendages poking into his shoulder. He pulls his torso up and starts to make his way out. His joints were screaming and Jungkook could feel his ligaments were tearing apart. His right arm is numb even if there are huge glass shards impaled in his skin. But Jungkook keeps on, dragging his skin across the sharp gravelly road. One after another, he elbows his way away from the wrecked-down car seat. But his upper limbs were not enough to pull his foot free from the crushed console. Jungkook grunts. 

              And then, there’s a siren.

              Jungkook turns to his left. Tires screech on the rough road. A blue sedan swivels and parks right in front of him. Lights sweep on the ground. Jungkook feels it’s similar to the lights that are being reflected by the broken windshield. He couldn’t see much but he feels he’s being blinded.

              The car door slams shut. A figure is moving towards him. Jungkook squints his eyes but he cannot see any face. The blood running down his temple must have streamed down to his pupils. All he sees right now is red.

              Loose gravels crunch under leather soles. The figure hovers above him. And then Jungkook feels his torso being lifted, his legs dangling lifelessly beneath him. He feels a strong pull on his shoulder and then there’s a tug. His stuck foot is now free. 

              The unknown man sets him inside the passenger side. Soon, he’s sitting in the driver’s seat. He pulls away from the car wreckage on the road. And then, he looks at him.

              “Don’t worry. It’s alright. You’re alright. I’ll get you help.”

              Jungkook looks at the man. He starts to see a glimpse of sandy blonde hair in a pompadour, a small button nose, and a pointed jaw. But they’re not enough to recognize him when red still fills the large expanse of his vision.

              The man pushes the stick to the second gear. “I’m Kim Namjoon.”

              “Wh-who?”

              “Namjoon.” A beat. “Your bestfriend.”

              “My bestfriend?”

              “Yeah,” Namjoon turns his eyes back on the road. “You’ll remember me once we get to the hospital. Now, just sit and rest.”

              A bright light is directed to his eyes. It’s so bright he couldn’t tell if it’s even white. But at least, it’s no longer red.

              “His eyes are alright,” a woman in her late forties informs. She’s wearing a pristine white coat over a green set of shirt and pants. Jungkook thinks he must be now in a hospital. He doesn’t remember exactly when he woke up. All he recalls from the past minutes is the blinding light and the piercing stench of iodoform.

              “Thank God,” a deep voice says. Jungkook looks to his left and he sees the man who picked him up. Now that everything seems more illuminated now, he could see the familiar curve of the man’s smile. His droopy eyes, tall frame, long limbs, and even the small indent of dimples on his skinny cheeks. It really is Namjoon.

              The doctor nods. “Yeah, he got lucky. Just a few cuts, scratches, and bruises. Even if his right foot was stuck in the vehicle, not one ligament was damaged, lest pulled. He would be walking like normal once he gets enough rest.” The woman looks at him, “But he has an arm to tend to. He needs to get it bandaged and cleaned from time to time.”

              Jungkook follows the doctor’s gaze onto his arm. A thick white gauze covers the skin from his wrist to his elbow.

              “It’s not much of a worry,” Namjoon smiles. “He lives with me. He’s in safe hands.”

              The doctor pulls her lips in a relieved smile. “Glad to know that. He’ll need someone to help him clean it. The wound was not too deep but it’s pretty stretched wide. We gave him 15 stitches.” The door tucks her clipboard beneath her elbow. “Have him back here after two weeks. We have to get the stitches out.”

              “Okay, doc,” Namjoon nods and sends the woman a grateful smile.

              “Okay. I’ll leave you here with him, then. He just needs rest, then he can go home tomorrow,” The doctor claps Namjoon’s shoulder. Namjoon thanks and the doctor finally pulls the green curtains close behind her.

              “Namjoon.”

              Namjoon turns to him, scoffing lightly. “So, you remember me now?” The small smile that starts to grow on his face falls flat when he sees Jungkook pierce him with a questioning glare. Namjoon sits on the stool next to him.

              Jungkook clears his throat. He looks straight into his friend’s eyes, “What happened?”

              “I think you shouldn’t be worrying about that first. You need to rest—”

              “What happened, Namjoon?”

              Namjoon closes his eyes, sighing in defeat. “Well…you got hit. Your car received most of the impact on the right side. It drove your car rolling over for probably how many times considering the wreck I found you in. You know, it’s a wonder you only got an injured arm, considering your seatbelt was the only one that saved you from the hit.  Your airbag didn’t work. You hit your head on the window but there’s only a small wound.” Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, “Look, the Organization will assign you to another car so you don’t have to worry about paying for the damages. After all, it happened during your patrol and the airbag was—”

              “Who hit me?”

              Namjoon stops. He looks at Jungkook and then to his side. He keeps his mouth shut.

              Jungkook purses his lips. “Namjoon, who hit me?”

              Namjoon keeps his mouth shut.

              Jungkook sighs, “You know I just got the Winston assassination case back on track. This person is probably highly involved in it—considering I’ve made quite a scene about the warrants—

              “Jungkook, we don’t know who hit you.”

              Jungkook gapes. “Ho—How could you not know? Forecrime has high chances to be in the timeframe before the crash—” 

              “Forecrime was unable to predict the crime.”

              “What?”

              Namjoon looks down at his hands. “Accident Prevention Sector reported they didn’t see any officer getting involved in a hit and run today.”

              Jungkook tongues his cheek.

              Namjoon shakes his head. “Look, this is probably just human error in the Division. We had the same problem in the Johnston home murders and the Kim crime family drug buy-bust.” Namjoon releases a sigh, “I already reported what happened to the FJO. From what I heard, they’re asking to check into the CCTVs in Somerset Road. Where your car was found. They’re just unable to do so tonight because the maintenance office is already closed. They’ll probably have something by tomorrow.”

              Jungkook nods slowly. “Under which division was this case filed?”

              “Precrime.”

              “Who’s taking over it?”

              “Property and Crime Scene’s Mark Benson.”

              Jungkook sits up straight. “Transfer him to another case. Hand me this one.”

              Namjoon stands up and places his hands on the man’s shoulder, stopping him from further leaving the bed. “Jungkook, you’re injured. You need to rest for a while.”

              “Yeah, but the doctor said I will be fine by tomorrow. I can go to work tomorrow then.”

              “Yes, tomorrow.” Namjoon glares at him, “Tomorrow isn’t now. Nor will it be for the next days to come because you need to heal your arm first. So, let Mark handle this one. Plus, you’ve not yet closed the Winston case. It would be too tiresome to handle two cases at the same time.”

              Jungkook takes Namjoon’s hands off him. “If some son of a bitch easily got away from destroying my car and putting me in this,” he gestures to his arm, “I’d rather be the one to catch him myself. Please do me a favor and put me in charge of the case? Pre-crime’s handling it. I’m a captain in Precrime.” Jungkook purses his lips. “This is just my hypothesis but the hit-and-run doesn’t sound like a mere hit-and-run. It happened at Somerset Road. It’s too coincidental to take place at Somerset of all places. The culprit must be backed up by some technology to escape Forecrime right under their noses.” Jungkook grabs Namjoon's arm. “This could even be Winston’s assassin I’ve been tracking down for years. He has a history of using technology that took advantage of the weak points of FJO’s system.  Please, Namjoon? You’re in the Bureau. You have jurisdiction over the divisions. You can easily convince them and get me to head the case.”

              “Yes,” Namjoon hisses, “but I’m just an analyst in there.”

              “You’re not just an analyst if Lieutenant Kim unofficially hails you to be his adviser. You helped Seokjin resolve a lot of issues between the two divisions. You’re personally close to him. You even got invited to his wedding.” 

              Namjoon blows out a frustrated sigh. 

              “Does that mean a ‘yes’?”

              “What else will it mean?” the man rolls his eyes. “You know so well how to rope me into your schemes.” He stands up and fixes his friend’s bed.

              Jungkook leans back on the pillow, “Of course, you’re my bestfriend.”

              “Yeah, yeah,” Namjoon drawls, tucking the sheets to Jungkook’s chest. He reaches for the remote, pressing the button to get the bed to recline. 

              “Namjoon.”

              The man turns to the captain.

              Jungkook smiles, “Thank you.”

              Namjoon could only nod. 

              The Federal Justice Organization stands in the middle of the Metropolis Complex. Surrounded by towering buildings of corporations and business centers, the Organization is only five stories high. However, it occupies a large 20-hectare area, the largest in the complex. With two buildings that wing at the sides of the main facade, the Organization envelops the economic hotspot of the city, seemingly like a foundation of security.

              The FJO is a matrix of floor-to-ceiling windows separated by layers of metal and concrete walkways. Everything is visible to anyone who’s standing at the façade. Officers in their black protective gears rushing past each other, helmets tucked underneath their elbows. Detectives busy on their phones and stacks of case folders. Interns running high and down with trolleys of files behind them, some even holding coffee cups. Higher-ups in their revered badge-infested uniforms wearing grim faces as team captains follow behind them.

              And from the main lobby of the Organization, Jungkook could see Matthew Andrews looking at him from the walk-bridge above him. Jungkook takes the lift in front of him. He walks toward the man and salutes. “Chief.”

              Matthew salutes back. He places his hands behind his back again. “I heard about what happened last night.”

              “Ah, yes, sir,” Jungkook mutters. He tucks his bandaged arm behind him. “Just a minor accident. The wound isn’t that deep.”

              Matthew nods slowly. “That’s good to know. Though I still would want you to stay at home for a while to heal. You must still be in shock.”

              “Oh no, I’m not,” Jungkook chuckles. “I’ve been through worse. This is just like a scratch. I can’t afford to miss a day at work. After all, the Winston case I’m heading is still media-hot.”

              “You’re right.” Matthew looks at the bustling people in the lobby. “Work doesn’t seem to stop when you’re in here. Skipping a day is a privilege on-standby that we never get to use. Not when our work seems to follow us wherever we go. Right?”

              “Yes, sir.” Jungkook nods.

              Matthew turns back to him, “I also heard the Bureau transferred your hit and run case to you.”

              Jungkook gives a tight smile. “Yes, sir. I think the Bureau thought it would be best if I handle the case. I have a hunch it’s connected with the Winston case.”

              “The Bureau’s lieutenant said the same.” Matthew steps to him and claps his shoulder. “I’m just glad your injuries are not that serious, son.”

              “Yes, sir. Me, too.” Jungkook smiles.

              Matthew steps back, sending him one last smile, “Good luck with the case, son.”

              “Thank you, sir,” Jungkook bids him goodbye. Matthew heads to the central lift. He nods at him before the metal doors close, and soon, Jungkook is alone again. Sighing, Jungkook fixes the cuffs of his jacket down to his wrists and heads for the Left-wing. 

              The Precrime Division is located at the West of the FJO Headquarters. The Murder sector, the second office to be reached from the Left-wing lift. With a 150 square feet area, Jungkook’s office is wide enough to accommodate his whole team without them frequently bumping into each other. At the same time, it is still small enough to effectively work around their tools. Jungkook’s desk is set against the glass wall that separates their sector from Organized Crime’s. Meanwhile, his team’s desks are stationed across his, next to the glass wall of Homicide’s. A metal “chute” is built on the innermost right corner. It’s boxy in structure and looks akin like the previous generation’s take on a fireplace. Except, the opening of the chute is placed much higher, above waist level. It’s used for message coordination among the different sectors. East-west to this metalwork is a huge glass board, fastened on a wooden compartment-panel that broke the series of glass walls in the middle. Despite the space provided to them, Jungkook thinks it’s still less than enough when one case is enough to immediately fill up the entire glass board with open files, their office, with all the team members. 

              Unlike today. Jungkook plops down on his swivel chair. He thinks it is the first time their glass board is not filled to the brim as he flips open the file case of the Winston assassination.

              Jonathan Winston was the Chief General of FJO from 2015 to 2031, renowned for his pristine-clean reputation in his forty years of work. With numerous foundations supporting masses of the poor working class, Winston was a favorite of the people. Especially after he busted out the celebrated pork barrel scam of three Department of Justice’s heads in 2025. When Winston aimed for a position in the Senatorial board in 2032, he didn’t have to worry anymore about getting re-elected for the following term.

              That is until August 15, 2047. He was sitting in a restaurant with his family when at 12:30, a gun was shot and Winston falls face-first onto the table with a gaping wound between his eyebrows. It was a field day for the reporters. Assassination in front of numerous potential witnesses in broad daylight and yet no identity of the culprit was found. All the witnesses, including Winston’s family, have different descriptions of the suspect, producing different faces. FJO can’t even trace if there was a mastermind behind the whole crime because no aberrant paper or electronic trail was found. The crime scene was spotless of any fingerprint, and so are the places probable to be the suspect’s hideout before and after the crime. 

              This is one of the biggest, and difficult, cases Jungkook ever handled. For despite the extensive collaboration between traveling agents of Precrime and Forecrime, FJO only ended up with a gunman they cannot indict. The organization saw similarities in the Winston assassination case with previous cases concerning an elusive gunman with an unidentifiable face: Leigh Anderson. The style of murder, his long background of numerous violent crimes, his reported hate on the New-Age Government, his notable appearances in the vicinity of his victims before their time of death—it all matched up to be too coincidental. Even his known victims’ descriptions of him cannot produce one exact face at all.

              However, all of these are mere circumstantial evidence to the court for no singular physical description, fingerprint, or handwriting of Anderson is legitimate enough to be presented against him. Even after FJO has adapted a state-of-the-art technology in 2051, the lack of justice in Winston’s assassination continued to bear heavy criticisms against the organization. No agent in FJO was able to get into the exact time frame of the murder to provide the most convincing evidence in court: a crime record, the FJO-validated video of, or any event related to, the actual crime. 

              Until July 12 of 2059, exactly three weeks ago, when Captain Jeon Jungkook accidentally got into the timeframe of the Winston assassination while traveling for a different murder case. With the crime record of the whole travel, the clear shot of the crime, and the full image of the gunman to serve as solid evidence, Jungkook easily got the cold Winston case back on track. He’s even backed up by testimonies of Leigh’s sister and brother-in-law who divulged that Leigh has a history of cocaine addiction and gang involvement five years prior to the assassination. But, these never lightened the burden of the case. After Precrime succeeded in placing the warrant of arrest on their long-suspected gunman, Leigh Anderson suddenly disappeared. Disappeared like thin air, without any kind of trail left behind. Off-grid even to FJO’s state of the art technology.

              Jungkook pulls out the papers about Anderson’s history. He scans through the file.

              “…Ms. Anne Rowanson said she heard Anderson scream in the floor above her. When she let herself in his unit, concerned, she saw nothing but sheets of newspapers flying in the wind.”

              “…It’s like he’s there but suddenly he wasn’t there anymore. And yet you could still feel his presence on your skin.”

              “He’s always been a strange man….talked about a lot of sponsors, but never once mentioning their name.”

              “…got an affinity for cars. Said he loves to crash them. He has a history with notorious car-crashing gangs.”

              “James Kim said he’s violent. He said Leigh didn’t show any remorse on his face when he attempted to run him over with his car.”

              “…Heavy breathing on the other line. Traced the number to a device that doesn’t actually exist.”

              When Jungkook flips through their other file folder for Anderson, he ends up with the same information. Anderson suddenly disappears like thin air so conveniently at his supposed day of arrest. He’s got a lot of anonymous sponsors from the black market. He’s violent and he likes to send anonymous calls to his victims who survived, only to let them hear his heavy breathing on the line. 

              All of it fits too perfectly with the hit and run case. Anderson is likely to be supported by a big body rich enough to give him technology for time-traveling that could be at-par with FJO’s. Anderson is a likely suspect to hit Jungkook’s car beyond repair, its wreckage too great to be done by an amateur crasher.  And, Anderson hates him. This Jungkook is sure of the day he announced to the media Anderson’s warrant of arrest. He called Jungkook’s personal phone that night to announce his identity and scream “I hate you,” “I’m going to fucking kill you,” and “you’re still two steps behind me no matter what you do,” again and again. When Jungkook traced the call, it all led to a nonexistent device, just like the statements of his previous victims.

              Leigh Anderson must have used an illegal time-traveling technology last night, crashed right into Jungkook’s car before disappearing into thin air again, fulfilling his act of vengeance.

              Jungkook clicks his tongue. He’s sent Hoseok Jung and Mark Lee earlier to the maintenance office of Somerset Road to retrieve the CCTV files. Although he’s yet to see the videos, Jungkook thinks there’s no other plausible reason for what happened last night other than Leigh Anderson’s doing. Everything aligns too perfectly with Anderson’s history to be coincidental.

              The alarm suddenly rings. The light set above the chute flashes red. From the corner of Jungkook’s eye, he sees Jimin Park shoot up from his seat. Jungkook quickly follows suit. The metal doors open, the machine pushing a medium-sized red expandable envelope onto the receiving mouth of the Murder Sector’s chute. Jimin retrieves the folder and opens it. He pulls a chartreuse glass file from the envelope and slides it onto a slot on the glass board. He faces Jungkook. “Captain Jeon, red file, Forecrime, Future Murder Sector. Traveling agent in charge is Joanna Sy, crime record validated by traveling agents Steve Meyer, Ara Lee, and Nick Holbert. This is case number 5041. Murder by assassination. Victim’s name is James Kim.”

              Jungkook’s eyes widen.

              “The suspect is…Leigh Anderson.”

              Jungkooks slides in his gloves and dashes to the glass board. The wooden compartment behind the board slides open. Two black screens alight to show a live video conference with a short-haired blonde woman in a maroon blazer and a man in his late fifties wearing a black suit.

              Jungkook salutes. “Good morning. I’m Jungkook Jeon, captain of the Murder Sector of Precrime Division. This is case number 5041, murder by assassination of victim James Kim by suspect Leigh Anderson. Recorded by Forecrime Future Murder Sector traveling agent Joanna Sy, validated by traveling agents Steve Meyer, Ara Lee, and Nick Holbert. My witnesses to the crime record gathered by the Federal Justice Organization are Chief Justice Stephanie Park and Chief General Matthew Anderson. Will the witnesses view and validate the crime record at this time?” 

              “Witness appeal granted.”

              The glass board lights up and a video starts playing with the sound of honking cars in the city. The huffs of Joanna can be heard as Jungkook and the rest in the room see everything happening in Joanna’s eyes. She climbs up a bemired, dark staircase in some dingy apartment complex. When a large thud resonates from the floor above, Joanna sprints. 

              She runs through a dark hallway. The doors of the apartment are locked shut, save for one that’s situated right next to the door where the thud probably came from. Joanna slips in and scampers through the empty apartment. When she reaches the open balcony, she crouches down and hides beside the thick wall extension. 

              From her place, Leigh Anderson’s face is crystal clear visible as he’s crouched on his own balcony, body flat on the ground, fingers wrapped around his sniper. Joanna attempts to follow Anderson’s line of target only to land on an empty alleyway crammed between two dilapidated buildings. It’s empty until a man swings the door of a bar open and pops into the vicinity. Joanna zooms in her glasses. It’s James Kim.

              Joanna whips her head back to Anderson. He pulls the trigger. Screams resonate from a distance. Joanna turns back to the alley. James is on the floor, head bloodied. 

              The record stops.

              Jungkook turns around, “Jimin, time of the crime?”

              “10:46.”

              Jungkook looks at the time on the board. 10:16. They only have exactly thirty minutes. There’s more time. Jungkook hovers his hand on the glass board and swipes through the crime record. Joanna’s at a dirty, old apartment complex exactly facing an alleyway with two dilapidated buildings. He swipes forward and back through the video until his eyes are caught by something on the window. He sees towering, shining buildings standing on one side, smaller, dirtier establishments on the other, seemingly creating two columns in the open window. 

              Jungkook shouts. “Suspect location is at Middle Town! Get me a list of Middle Town apartment complexes.” 

              “Yes, sir,” Johnny Kim hollers, clicking through his computer. He dashes to the glass board and slides a grey glass file into the slot below the one containing the crime record. Jungkook nods at him and sweeps his gloved hand over the apartment list to bring them right next to the playing crime record. Jungkook pauses the record the exact moment Joanna assesses the empty apartment she hid in. Small studio type, gray metal balcony wiring, dull gray cemented flooring, and a huge window by the bedside, the large billboard of the Federal Justice Organization in a great view. Jungkook switches to the apartment complexes. He flips through them until he sees three complexes with probable ample view of the FJO billboard from their windows. Maria Residences, Sunset Place, Riverside Homes. All of them just stand near the billboard. He can’t tell if they are facing an alleyway. Jungkook clicks his tongue. “The architecture of the room, who could have designed this?”

              Jess Thomson speaks up from her computer, “It looks like Danny White. He’s known for modern designs and his unproportioned large windows are his signature. His designs proliferated in the late 2020s.” Jess looks at the captain, “but almost every establishment in Middle Town has incorporated this style. White was the go-to man for middle-class housing.”

              “Okay,” Jungkook swipes his fingers upward on the glass board, capturing a still-frame of the room. He swipes left and Johnny retrieves the blank grey disk where the picture was sent and hands it to Jess. “Check more details in the design and tell me what you could get,” Jungkook orders.  

              “Yes, sir.”

              “Sir, ten minutes have passed,” Taehyung Kim reminds. Jungkook just nods.

              Jungkook plays the video again and stops at James Kim’s location. Black gravelly alleyway. Worn out buildings with cracking paint. The door swings open and out comes James. He is stumbling, possibly drunk. Just before Joanna’s perspective goes back to Anderson, Jungkook pauses the video and zooms in. James is reaching over to something that looks like a beat-up human-sized box. It’s blurry but Jungkook could make out a hand resting beneath the glass façade of the red box.  

              “A carnival ticketing booth stand,” Jungkook announces, “It’s an entrance to a small downtown carnival.”

              “There are only two areas with that kind of vintage, cheap entertainment,” Jess informs, “Middle-high Streets and Holiday Avenue. But Middle-high is more of June Lee than Danny White. So it has to be Holiday Avenue.”

              “Sunset Place.” Jungkook hollers as he zips up his protective gear, “The future crime scene is at Sunset Place.” He marches to the hallway, Murder Sector’s Task-Action head agents following behind.  “Taehyung, flight time?”

              “Ten minutes. We’ve got fifteen minutes left, sir.”

              Jungkook nods and steps into the clear narrow glass-cased metal lift at the end of the hallway. Taehyung and the rest of the agents occupy the rest of the compartments. The lifts lock shut and propel them down the building and onto the Task-Action Agency Office.

              In no time, Jungkook and his team and a number of Task-Action agents are zooming on the streets. By 10:38, the wheels of their vans are screeching into a stop in front of Sunset Place. The Task-Action agents pile out and soon, Jungkook and his team are climbing up the staircase they have seen in the crime record. Two sets of the flight of steps and then they’re running onto the dark hallway. Some of the agents have positioned themselves in front of Anderson’s door. Meanwhile, Jungkook’s team enters the empty room where Joanna has hidden, steps soundless on the naked concrete despite the heavy equipment hanging on their protective gears. Jungkook raises a closed fist and the agents hold their places by the door. Jungkook crouches, inching nearer to the wall extension. He looks at his watch. 10:43. 

              Jungkook breathes out and peeks at the other side. Leigh Anderson is lying on his stomach, fingers poised around his sniper. Just like the crime record. Jungkook presses the button on his contact device. Leigh’s door bursts open and the agents rushing steps reverberate through the walls. Jungkook whips out his gun, stepping from his hiding place. “FJO, freeze!—”

              Gunshot.

              Leigh Anderson is on the floor, slumped over his sniper. His head is blown up, blood splattered on the white tiles of the balcony, some even painted on the metal railings. A Glock 19 pistol on his left hand.

              “It’s a suicide,” Taehyung mouths at him but Jungkook doesn’t hear anything.

              He slumps forward on the balcony. His suspect is dead before he could even arrest him.

              “Here’s the CCTVs we retrieved, sir,” Hoseok Jung informs, sliding an ice-blue glass disk into the glass board.

              Jungkook nods, but his mind doesn’t comprehend what the agent said at all. He’s reeling back to the scene at Sunset Place. Chief General Andrews telling him the Winston case is off. Open and left cold again, probably for good this time. 12 years of hard work all for nothing. Jeon Jungkook finds it hard to swallow. It cannot end just like that. Anderson is definitely backed up by someone powerful. For all God knows, that benefactor has supported a lot of professional gunmen and another round of murders will start just like Anderson’s doing. Jungkook told Andrews about this, even almost pleaded. But the Chief General only sympathetically clasped his shoulder and told him to let it go.

              “The Department of Justice called and wanted us to stop and leave it open for now. Even if I wanted to go with your hunch, we can’t do anything more when our only lead is now dead. Let it go, son,” Matthew closes his eyes, sighing, “Things like this do happen. The Unsolved Crimes sector won’t exist if it hadn’t been the case…We’ve still got enough cases on our plate to handle.”  

              It’s easier said than done. Jungkook can’t just let go of the case he’s headed for 12 years. 12 years he spent chasing after a suspect they cannot indict even when everyone knows he’s the culprit. 12 years he’s been mocked by a disgusting criminal only to let him have the last laugh by getting out of the case the easy way. Leigh Anderson was just within arms’ reach. For 12 years, Jungkook longed for this exact moment. And yet all he can do is just let it go? No, Jungkook, won’t have that. He can’t just let everything he’s worked hard for go down the drain so easily. He can’t—

              “It’s not Leigh Anderson.”

              Jungkook stops. He raises his face from his head from his closed hand. “What?”

              “It’s not Leigh Anderson,” Hoseok repeats.

              “What do you mean?”

              Hoseok pauses the video. The image of Jungkook’s silver-gray Ford speeding along Somerset Road fills the frame of the glass-board. In the right corner of the crossroad, is an incoming black Jaguar, its license plate too blurred to recognize anything but its first number “1.” The right corner of the frame shows it was 20:23:40, August 1. 

              Hoseok hits play, and the Jaguar picks up speed, colliding into the right side of the Ford. It sent the car rolling over three times. At 20:23:50, the Jaguar continues on and disappears into the frame. Another tape rolls in and a CCTV mounted on a post near the road where Jungkook’s car came from.  Just like the first one, it shows how the Jaguar crashed right into the Ford before driving away. The Jaguar drives off, continuing from where the first clip has lost contact of it. However, at exactly 20:24, the Jaguar completely disappears. Right in the middle of the road. Vanished into thin air. Caught by the CCTV.

              When the next tape of another CCTV rolls in, no car passed Somerset from 20:31 until 20:46, when Namjoon’s car, a blue 80’s sedan zips through the road and stops at Jungkook’s car. At 21:03, the FJO has made its way to the car wreckage. Until at the end of the film on August 2, 11:45, the black Jaguar did not re-appear.

              “This…is not Anderson’s doing?”

              “Yes, sir. Well, as far as this evidence presents, it’s not him.” Hoseok rewinds the video and pauses at the 20:23:44 mark. The image of the Jaguar is back on screen. Hoseok zooms in. Jungkook gapes.

              There’s almost no one on the wheel if Jungkook were to quickly look at it. But Jungkook did not, and in his seat, he makes out a silhouette. Its face was hidden in the dark and some parts of its body are blurred out. Even with these, Jungkook could see that the silhouette is slim and has thick, long limbs. Totally unlike Leigh Anderson. Leigh was overweight and sported a huge belly and large flabby arms.

              “…What is this?”

              “It’s the same question running in our heads, sir.” Hoseok looks at him, “All we know is that it’s definitely not Anderson.”

              There are three blue pills left in the clear bottle. Jungkook pours them all onto his palm and downs them all in one go. When he puts down the bottle, his eyes travel to the city outside, drowning in the heavy downpour.

              The city looks the same. Streetlights remain vibrant despite the blur of the thick raindrops. Some buildings still have their lights up in this ungodly hour. The majority of them have long darked out, blending with the ravenous night sky. Only the streets stay lit up but that seems hopeful when he’s seen them flicker in minute intervals. A few cars pass by. Jungkook can’t expect it to be the opposite, though. The buildings in Middle Town stay short under the shadows of the distant ones of the Metropolis.  It’s always been like this. Jungkook doesn’t need to look at the window across the room to see the other side completely lit up by various apparatuses known to humankind. The difference between the Middle Town and Metropolis never fails to make itself known to him no matter how high their residence lies in the boundary.  

              The only thing that’s similar between the two is the humongous billboard that sits atop the crest of each district. Of course, the Metropolis had a bigger one than Middle Town. Nevertheless, they’re still one and the same. Jungkook could tell because it’s just 15 meters away from his place on both sides.

              “In a world where everything seems to progress forward, there’s only one thing we hope won’t rush past us too soon. Nine years ago, various violent crimes have spread over the country in epidemic ratios. It seemed a miracle could be the only hope we’ll have. But instead of a miracle, we’re given a more tangible blessing: the time jumpers. When Allen McGregor and his assistant, Chisoo Kim, invented these novel devices that could let humans travel in the past and future, the Federal Justice Organization renovated itself and ensured the devices will fall onto good hands. Now with the ability to see the past and the future, the New-Age Federal Justice Organization has easily prevented crimes from happening and even solved the ones that have long scarred us for years. With just one month under the improved FJO program, the crime rates in the country have dramatically dropped to 95 percent. In a year, FJO has brought justice to every case left open in the 2000s and has prevented more crimes from ever happening. In the eight years, FJO has run their new system, there’s never been a crime that threatened the stability of our nation. The Federal Justice Organization, our nation’s salvation of justice.”

              Jungkook tears his eyes from the billboard. They land on the picture frame that sits atop his desk. Warm brown doe eyes, short stubby arms, a bunny-tooth smile. Jungkook feels like he’s looking at a mirror. Bile rises to his throat. He turns the frame down. It’s not enough. Jungkook stands up and tosses it on the table containing his mess of papers and folders.

              His eyes are burning. When he holds a hand over them, he realizes there were only tears.

              Jungkook places his badge face-down on the metal post. After that, he places his face on the monitor and lets it scan his eyes. A beep and the Federal Justice Organization’s glass doors slide open and Jungkook secures his coat on his shoulder as he walks in the lobby. When he reaches the main hallway, he’s met by the grim face of Matthew Andrews.

              “Someone from the Department of Justice was sent over to take our system away from us. He’s in the Left-wing now.”

              Jungkook quickens his pace. The Chief General follows behind, “Apparently, a time jumper was found messing around FJO’s system. DOJ traced it back to Precrime.”

              Jungkook halts. Matthew continues, “Apparently, they’ve been studying about aberrant appearances and disappearances of a car on cam. A black Jaguar with an unidentifiable driver. Their reports stated it started on July 15—three days right after the media televised your warrants against Leigh Anderson. What bothered them is the Jaguar’s pattern of disappearances. It’s completely similar to the traveling pattern of Precrime’s agents.” Matthew sighs. “The DOJ is going to turn up FJO upside-down in the following days. They’re gonna check on Forecrime and they’re going to take over the coordinating system of the Investigation Bureau, preventing it from mediating any interactions between the two divisions. But most of all, they’re gonna target Precrime. Especially your sector. This new case seems to be connected to Winston’s.” 

              Jungkook’s eyes widen. Matthew runs a hand over his face, “From what I could see, they’re already suspecting Precrime’s high-ranking officials. Probably even of Winston’s assassination. The untimely death of Leigh Anderson is worthy of suspicion of an inside job to them.”

              Matthew faces Jungkook. “You know the FJO has been hot in the eyes of the people these days because of the Winston case. A week from now, people are going to vote whether our new system is noble enough to continue for the next eight years. I can’t have DOJ flooring our system’s reputation, son. Moreso your very sector.”

              Jungkook nods, “Yes, sir, I understand.”

              “Jungkook,” Matthew holds his arm, “Keep an eye on this Yoongi Min—the auditor. Answer all of his questions. Let him look around. Satisfy his curiosity. But, be wary of him. DOJ hasn’t told much of how they will conduct their investigation but I think they’ve already got their men inside and it seems this Yoongi is gonna be heading it all. Whatever happens, good news or not, make sure to report them all to me. And if there’s any problem, ensure that we are the first ones to know.”

              “Yes, sir,” Jungkook salutes. Andrews fondly claps his shoulder and Jungkook immediately heads to the Murder Sector’s Office.

              When he swings the glass door open, he’s met by his team standing apprehensively around a man in his late thirties. He’s standing at 5’7, sporting platinum blonde hair, thin-rimmed glasses, and navy tweed suit.

              “Red files are for emergency ones—murders of passion or unprecedented murders late detected by Forecrime. Black is for premeditated murders—first-degree murders. Gray is for second-degree, maroon is for felony murders. And brown files like this one are for homicides,” Jimin hands the blonde man the folder. 

              The man nods, opening the folder to skim through a past case. After a minute he closes it shut. “But you’re still technically arresting people based on a future prediction of your co-workers aided by human-made and -operated devices.”

              “Yes,” Jimin acknowledges. “These are the revised legalistic methodology of FJO as per the advice of Allen McGregor and his assistant Chisoo Kim. They were the inventors of this system but before that, they were lawyers.”

              “How can you tell the system they’ve created is impossible of making inaccurate foreseen futures?”

              “They don’t make mistakes,” Jimin assures. “The crime records seen by the Forecrime traveling agents in the future are validated by other traveling agents who have seen the same outcome. There has never been a wrong crime record in eight years. Sure, there may be inconsistencies in how the crime was done with the one viewed in the crime records. But the suspects seen in the future remain as suspects and they will still do the deed one way or another. Plus, the suspects’ motivations were checked on by Precrime’s traveling agents.”

              “But what if a suspect decided not to forgo the crime?” the blonde man insists. “People are complex. We are capable of changing our minds at the last second. Can Forecrime even acknowledge a possible alternate future where this person backed out of a crime? Does Precrime really look at all the angles of these motivations you talk about?

              “Forecrime and Precrime do all of those things because of our belief in predestination,” Jungkook finally interrupts, reaching a hand out. “I’m Jungkook Jeon, captain of Precrime, Murder Sector. You must be Yoongi Min.”

              “I am,” the blonde shakes his hand. Yoongi quickly draws his arm back. “I was just asking Mr. Jimin Park here about the accuracy of your system.”

              “Of course, it is accurate. The concept of predestination assures that everything in time is already determined before it comes to actuality. What will happen, will indeed, happen.” Jungkook snatches the brown file from the man’s hands. “When Jimin handed you this,” Jungkook raises the folder, “why did you flip it open?”

              “Because I have to look at it. The department—”

              “Because you’re going to have to look at it,” Jungkook raises a brow. “The department instructed you to investigate us and it is part of your protocol to see through our files. You’re going to open our files whether right now or tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. In the end, you will still look at them, one way or another. It’s a future predetermined by the system of DOJ.”

              “Yes,” Yoongi nods, “but you can’t say the same for futures that are yet to happen anytime soon. In our field, we can only rely on objectivity. Factual evidence and observations. Tangible. And your predetermined cases are not any of those. Even if you check on them by having your traveling agents jump into the past.”

              Jungkook sits on his swivel chair, “That’s why we conduct our arrests one to three minutes before the actual act of the crime to further verify if the crime record is correct. It’s called knowing an intended result. Doctors acknowledge them when they prescribe medications. It was utilized so because by facts, they—and we—know what will be the result.” Jungkook coyly turns around his seat, “Plus, we don’t charge the suspects we arrest with murder, but future murder. Its punishment is just a couple of eight to twelve years in our prison. A lot of degrees lighter than the punishment we have for murder, which not that we needed to say, was last given in 2051. Because as everyone knows, we stopped a lot of crimes from happening since our new system was established.

              “But it still doesn’t negate you’re arresting people who haven’t done anything wrong.”

              “I don’t even get why you need to question our system,” Jungkook scoffs, “Your department approved it eight years ago.”

              “I’m questioning because DOJ is debating whether it was a good idea to have your program approved eight years ago. Especially when we’re possibly dealing with an inside job allowed by this very system.” Yoongi slides his hands in his pockets. Jungkook purses his lips. 

              The auditor pulls a glass disk from his briefcase. “Here’s what I’m here for.”

              Jungkook motions to Johnny and the latter retrieves the glass disk to insert it in the bottom-most slot of the glass board.

              The screen opens and shows a CCTV footage of two streets crossing at 5th Avenue Place. The date is July 16. The streets are almost invisible as it was cramped with a mass of cars just as usual. At 12:25, a black Jaguar appears on the leftmost street. It drives by for about five minutes into the heavy traffic. Then suddenly, like a blink of an eye, it disappears among the sea of cars. The time was 12:30.

              Yoongi walks toward the glass board, “As you all know, the restaurant on the center-point of this CCTV is the same place where Jonathan Winston was assassinated. And there’s a black Jaguar here that suddenly disappeared at 12:30. The same time you timed Winston was shot.” Yoongi presses play again, and then a series of CCTV dated from July 17 to 31, shot from different streets across the city, at different times of the day. The only constant element among them is the suspicious black Jaguar which appears on the left corner of the frame, and suddenly disappearing after three to five minutes staying in the vicinity. It was almost like a glitch in the CCTV had they not been recorded in series with other CCTVs. 

              Yoongi pauses the video. “The person in the vehicle is obviously doing time jumps. Three to five minutes of in-vicinity before indefinitely disappearing—from what our records say, it all seems as if this driver is an agent doing the usual Precrime travel mission. Forecrime doesn’t even get to time travel outside the Federal Justice Organization Complex.” The auditor faces back to the glass board, “It all seems just like any Precrime mission until July 31.”

              The CCTV shows the familiar curve of Somerset Road. The time, 20:21. A silver-gray Ford speeds along the road. At 20:23, a black Jaguar appears and collides into the Ford’s right side. Jungkook bites his cheek. It’s his hit-and-run accident.

              Yoongi’s eyes sweep over the room, “Now, we all know this tape captured the recent hit and run the captain has been involved with.” The auditor looks at Jungkook, “And I know you’re currently heading this case in connection with Winston’s case. Considering it happened at Somerset of all places, the most electromagnetic-charged field in the country aside from FJO’s traveling area here. Meanwhile, Anderson is rumored to have access to time jumping technology. However, this record of the hit and run also serves as a crucial lead to all these suspicious random appearances and disappearances. Because right here is the perfect shot for our surveillance crew to enhance the license plate.”

              Yoongi flicks his hand. The screen zooms in. 

              1116459-01

              Yoongi continues, “Although we don’t know yet where this plate leads us to, it helped us confirm this Jaguar is the same car that’s been captured by the CCTVs I’ve played. Most importantly, we found this Jaguar was seen at FJO’s Special Operations Building on the west side of the Metropolis, one day before the hit and run.”

              The screen plays again and shows a record of the same Jaguar parking in the said building on July 30, 21:30. A man steps out and enters the building. After thirty minutes, he comes back and enters his car. He pulls away and goes back onto the streets. After a minute, it disappears again.

              “None of the traveling agents are allowed access in Special Operations. They don’t have any valid reason in the first place because that building is reserved for the Investigation Bureau’s special agents.” Yoongi turns around, facing the sector. “And we all know that building houses the most advanced time jumping technology of FJO. Thus, the department has every right to suspect a high-risk inside job is on the works right now. This driver is obviously interested in Winston’s case and has easily accessed the Bureau’s building. What’s worse is I’ve heard your own system cannot identify this suspicious agent, just like ours.”

              Yoongi walks around the office, “That’s why I am here to find faults in your system. To see what possibly could allow this break of protocol happen,” Yoongi stops in his step and pins a glare at Jungkook, “and why you should be cooperating at your utmost best instead of arguing against me, if you want to keep your program.” 

              The captain clenches his jaw. The blonde man smirks. His eyes look over the room until they land on a projected panel on the glass wall. “What’s that?” 

              “It’s the door leading to our central record room,” Jimin answers. “We call it the Memory Temple. It’s where we keep Precrime’s crime records along with Forecrime’s. As well as the blanks—crime records our agents have seen in the past and future but have not yet made sense of.”

              “And no one has authority to go into that room but the Investigation Bureau’s chief analysts,” Jungkook says.

              Yoongi turns to him, “You’ve never been in that room, before?”

              Jungkook twirls his clicker around his fingers, “We like to separate the agents from the temple as much as possible so no one would be accused of tampering evidence. Unauthorized handling of the records can fuck up the collected memories.”

              Yoongi turns back to the door, “So, that means I’ll be the first to enter it, then.”

              “Did you not hear what I said?” Jungkook scoffs, “Only the chief analysts are allowed.”

              “Yes, but if you’re talking about a question of authority—”

              “Oh no, no.” Jungkook snickers, “there is no question of authority. You don’t have any authority.” 

              Yoongi tilts his head, “Well, I have one if I have a warrant ready in my pocket.”

              Jungkook looks at the man. His eyes glance around the room and see the equally appalled faces of his subordinates. Taehyung looks at the captain, tilting his head toward the auditor. Jungkook snaps his gaze back onto the auditor, “Show me the warrant.”

              Yoongi steps forward and pulls a folded paper in front of him. Jungkook spreads it open.

              “This investigation is done under the direct order and supervision of the Romania Lee, Chief General Attorney of the Republic of Metrosia. If the Federal Justice Organization fails to comply with this direct order, the government has no choice but to implement a temporary suspension of three months up to one year,” Yoongi quotes. He nears Jungkook’s chair and crouches, leveling his face to the captain. “The Chief General Attorney has authority over FJO. I represent her, so I have authority over you.” Yoongi smirks, “I told you, you should cooperate with me at your utmost best if you want to keep your program.” The auditor snatches the paper and folds it back in his pocket. “Now, show me this Memory Temple.”

              Jungkook grumbles as he begrudgingly stands up from his chair. He goes to the panel on the glass and presses a button, flashing a special ID of entrance for emergencies to the scanner. Another panel opens and Jungkook leans forward to let the system scan his eyes. The door slides open to a descending flight of metal steps. Jungkook starts downward, leading Yoongi into the Memory Temple.

              The temple is dark. Its light source only comes from the bright yellow pin lights installed on the floor. Precrime’s crime records glow in faded sepia around them, looking like burnt-out stars.  In contrast, Forecrime’s crime records are illuminated in bright chartreuse, seemingly like new sprouts. Blanks dot a few spaces in grayish-white. Glass shelves shine in faint crystal blue as they line the whole room, forming a circular labyrinth around the central starting walking-space where the four are currently in. 

              A woman in her late thirties sporting a messy bun and a lab coat walks to them. “Uh, Captain, you do know you’re not allowed to go in here unless it’s an emergency?”

              Jungkook holds up a hand, “It’s fine Rina. It is kinda an emergency. DOJ has sent their lovely auditor here to investigate us and he’s adamant about seeing the Memory Temple. We’re not gonna touch anything.

              Rina nods. Jungkook starts to lead the way around, Rina trailing next to him. Yoongi looks around the temple. “How are these records maintained to be as accurate as they were first produced?”

              “U-um, the temple is built with a special architecture that prevents the exterior environment from affecting the crime records,” Rina pushes her glasses up her nose. “The walls are made of Zonium, a strong, indestructible element that makes strong, fireproof metal that is used in the construction of other government archives. These walls ensure that the records will be safe if the FJO catches on fire, suffers an earthquake, hurricane, and any other natural disasters. There are also no windows here to avoid the sunlight from passing through and wearing out the glass files. Bureau staff here is just limited to eight analysts, including me—one for each sector of FJO to prevent any agents from both divisions tampering around the records for personal use. We’re also here to take care of the crime records and keep an up-to-date inventory of the ones that come in.”

              “Is it possible to provide DOJ a copy of each of these records?” Yoongi asks.

              “Oh no, sir,” Rina shakes her head vehemently. “The crime records are specialized to be impossible to copy. It has detectors that light up when it senses it’s being processed under a glass disk copier. When it lights up, the record immediately secretes a black ink that will render any memory corrupted to view. The FJO produced such specialized disks as per the advice of Allen McGregor and Chisoo Kim to ensure the security of the records their technology has enabled.”

              Yoongi nods, seemingly satisfied. The three walk around the outline of the labyrinth, Rina explaining each aisle as much as she can to the auditor, Jungkook adding a few details of the cases that involved certain records. When they returned to the walk space they came from, Jungkook thanks Rina for the accommodation and leads Yoongi back upstairs. Once they’ve made it back to the office’s concrete floors, the door slides shut, the panel returning to its initial small projection on the glass wall. 

              Unlike the Memory Temple, Yoongi has complete jurisdiction over the rest of the FJO complex. And so, Jungkook ended up hesitantly agreeing to tour the auditor around the complex and explain the activities done in each office as per the auditor’s inquiries.

              “Each sector in Precrime has a metal chute connected with their counterparts in Forecrime,” Jungkook drawls as he points to Organized Crime’s metal structure. “Agents place the files on the projected plate and the chute will provide enough wind to push it through the metalwork. Meanwhile, files are received from the plates with the central slit. It’s like an ATM but instead of money, it produces a legal-sized expandable file.” Yoongi only stiffly nods. Jungkook releases an exasperated sigh. His only silver lining in carrying on this tour is Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok who’s aiding him in doing the rest of the explaining.

              The auditor only says his first statement during the tour when they cross to the right-wing: the Forecrime division. “There’s not much difference between your divisions.” 

              Indeed, the Forecrime division almost looks identical to Precrime. Their walls are also made of transparent glass, their floors metal-infused concrete walkways. Each sector also has similar gigantic glass boards with wooden compartments at the back to enable witnesses to view crime records during investigations. There are also projected panels on the back glass walls that lead to the Memory Temple.

              The only difference between the two divisions is the special room Forecrime was granted. Unlike Precrime, Forecrime does not have a specialized metal lift that enables the agents to reach the Task-Action Agency Office in record time. Instead, Forecrime has a huge gymnasium filled with long “boxes” of time jumpers. From their position on the hallway, Jungkook could see their traveling agents flipping the lids open and getting inside these boxes. Jungkook remembers asking about how Forecrime agents travel in these boxes to his friend, Hanford Meyers. The Forecrime Future of Organized Crimes Sector captain said it feels like getting thrust into a VR-like reality at any point around the country.

              “It’s like you’ve suddenly awaken into a dream. You don’t have any sense of where you are. You only know of the time. And what you’re supposed to do. Before they could travel, Forecrime agents are trained to have an immense focus on the points of the case they have to check on in their travels in the future. So when they enter the box, it just seems like they’re being led by their conscious’ voice. The rest, we leave it to Precrime. What only matters is to see the nearest intended future and the box.” 

              All Jungkook could think about is how wrong it feels to call those time jumpers “boxes” when they look more like the vintage tanning beds.

              The time seems to pass too fast since they’ve been in Forecrime because now, Jungkook is leading the team down to the ground floor. It must be because it was Jimin who took charge in explaining the rest in Forecrime. Meanwhile, the mundaneness of the fourth and fifth floors of the Investigation Bureau and the Offices of the High-ranking FJO Officers look and feel too much like the typical office the auditor already knows too well.Jungkook reaches the end of the hallway behind the main lobby, standing in front of a metal lift. However, this lift is not like any other lifts in the complex for this one has black gildings around its edges. It also has a note on the button’s panel that says, “For high-ranking officials and Freedom Security Staff Only.”

              Just like at the panel on the back wall of the Murder Sector, Jungkook shows his identification card to the detector and leans forward to scan his eyes. The lift opens and inside, he presses “4,” subsequently letting the rest of his small posse enter the metal box. Jungkook presses the down button and soon, they feel the lift descending into the basement floor of the building.

              The light at the top flicks green. The doors open and what awaits in front of them is a long metal walkway that leads to the center of the floor. Unsolved Crimes captain Ryan Bergara passes by and salutes at Jungkook. Jungkook does the same and continues on, and soon, they’re walking onto Federal Justice Organization’s Prison Area. 

              The walls are not made of glass but instead, of silver-gray metal similar to the ones used in the Memory Temple. There are small offices that circle around the floor housing wardens and utility staff. But the largest office sits on the north end. It has a glass wall that separates itself from the main hallway and the rest of the offices. A huge control board is set up filled with loads of different buttons and levers. Sitting in the swivel chair in front of it is the Chief Warden.

              Jungkook knocks at the glass door. The Chief Warden jumps in his seat and turns around. Jungkook gives a small smile. The warden salutes at him, smiling, as he presses a button that opens the glass door.

              “Why are you knocking instead of using your card? Could have saved me unnecessary shock,” Rick snickers.

              Jungkook shrugs. “I felt like not using it after seeing you being so attentive to your job. Why are you even on the board? You’re the chief. Where’s Martin?”  

              “Took a leave to attend his wife’s performance at the opera. Bastard’s living a fairy tale these days,” Rick trails off as he peers behind the captain and notices the strange blonde man staring too intently at him. Rick raises a brow at the captain.

              Jungkook sighs, “DOJ. This is their auditor Yoongi Min. He likes to check out the prison.”

              Rick nods and turns to his board. “Make yourselves welcome to the balcony.” The Chief Warden presses a button and a buzzer goes off. The door at the right corner of the board pops open. Jungkook leads the way onto the balcony of the Prison Area. In front of them is a sea of glass-walled prison cells layered on top of one another. Each cell holds one prisoner, seemingly fast asleep as they stand stiff, wearing orange jumpsuits. A couple of tubes are attached to their body, connecting it to a huge tank that sits on the bottom compartments of their cells. Looking at the prison, one cannot help but feel like they’re looking at a wall of coffins tipped face-front.

              “Your prison is—”

              “Highly secured?” Jungkook turns to the auditor, “Yes, we made sure of that.”

              “No. It’s inhumane.”

              Jungkook scoffs, “I-inhumane? This is inhumane?”

              “You’re stripping these people of their freedom to act on their autonomy to as basic as being awake.” 

              “Well, they lost their right to that freedom when they’ve stepped on other’s rights to commit their crimes,” Jungkook takes a step forward. “This is just for temporary. We’re going to release them anyway after their sentences. It’s better to make use of the time and teach them what it’s like to have your rights stripped away from you so they won’t even have to think again of stripping others of their rights.”

              Yoongi cocks his brow. “It’s still inhumane. Your acting almighty, dictating these people deserve it when you’ve arrested them based on mere human-made predictions you make a temple for. You’re not acting like humans. You’re acting like gods and that is inhumane.”

              Jungkook purses his lips. His eyes glance behind Yoongi’s back and see Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok nodding to themselves. Jungkook steps out and looks at them. “You’re nodding as if you know what he’s talking about.”

              Hoseok shrugs, “Well, he has a point. We’re exercising our powers determining everyone’s future and dictating what consequence should they have. Indeed, only gods do that and we are no gods.”

              Jungkook turns away and sighs. “Go back to work, all of you.”

              The three nod. They salute at the captain and silently make their way out of the balcony.

              Yoongi falls in step next to Jungkook. He looks down at his shoes. “Sorry, it’s a bad habit. I find it hard to see limitations in my words.”

              Jungkook remains quiet.

              Yoongi looks at him. “I know you must have great value for this system. Especially when you lost someone dear to you at such a tragic event—”

              Jungkook turns to him.

              “—And now, the culprit who hit you is walking around free—”

              “Cut the bullshit, Yoongi. What are you really looking for?”

              Yoongi levels his eyes with his. “Flaws.”

              Jungkook clenches his jaw. “The organization hasn’t made any flaw in eight years. Yes, there are some suspects who slipped past us and ended up finishing the crime. But we still successfully caught them in the end and exacted appropriate punishment.” Jungkook takes a step to the auditor, “Justice has been ensured at all times. The system is perfect.”

              “Yes,” Yoongi nods, “your system is impeccable. But even if you act like gods using this system to its full potential, you are still humans. And humans are flawed. If the system is indeed perfect, then its flaws have to be created by humans.”

              Jungkook stands still in his position.

              Yoongi makes his way to the glass door, “And you’re wrong, Jungkook. FJO’s system has already made one flaw: that elusive driver of the black Jaguar.”

              Jungkook winces as Namjoon pats the last drop of ointment on his wound. Namjoon looks up at him then starts wrapping his friend’s arm in a fresh bandage. “From what I remember, you used to have high pain tolerance.”

              “What do you mean ‘used to’? I still have a high tolerance,” Jungkook mutters, using his free hand to raise his mug of coffee to his lips.

              Namjoon makes a particular hard tug and Jungkook freezes, stifling another wince. Namjoon tilts his head, “No, I think you do not.” Jungkook faces away from his friend. Namjoon hums as he tucks the end of the bandage to the captain’s elbow with a pin. He pats it lightly one last time and looks at his friend, “Something’s bothering you. Tell me.”

              Jungkook sighs, “It’s just work. Nothing you need to worry about. The DOJ is already messing with your department.”

              “So you’re also getting tipped over your backs by DOJ, too?” Namjoon snickers, “Great. We’re on the same page. Now, tell me what’s up.”

              Jungkook puts down his mug. “Fine. Tell me yours first.”

              Namjoon leans back in his chair, placing his arms beneath his nape, “So we’re doing the ‘let the worse problem win’ game again, huh? Thought this was over in college.” 

              Jungkook gives him an unamused look. Namjoon chuckles, “Okay, I’ll go first. Well, today someone named Chris Jefferson acted like a king and demanded all of us Bureau analysts to let him see our files and history of connections. Good thing I programmed my personal phone to be off-grid to any system or else Seokjin’s name is gonna start making headlines. But I’m still pissed. I had to reorganize my files again when Chris was unsatisfied with the mundaneness of our things. I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. I’ve already poured out enough when we reached our building.” Namjoon leans forward and clasps his hand together, “Now, tell me about yours.”

              Jungkook’s eyes travel to the ajar door of his office. He shakes his head and turns to his friend. “DOJ sent their auditor to us. They’re suspicious of our sector because this black Jaguar that hit me is apparently been under their radar for a while doing suspicious things that seem to be connected with Winston’s case.” Namjoon’s eyes widen. Jungkook pulls his lips, “Yeah, I didn’t imagine it was going to be more complicated. I’m still sure it’s Anderson. I don’t have any notable enemies in and outside FJO. Only suspects. And Leigh is the only suspect that’s escaped from my hands. There’s no one who’ll have a grudge against me but him. A thinner man was made out from the CCTVs, but who knows? All we have is just a silhouette after all.”

              Jungkook runs his hand through his hair, “But it’s hard to stand on that ground when that Jaguar’s doing the three to five minutes in-vicinity pattern of Precrime traveling agents. And this goddamn auditor has to stomp on all my pride and dignity and run everything in Precrime to his way while he preaches as if he’s better than anyone of us.” 

              Ugly silence. Jungkook looks at the hanging frame stand on his bookshelf. “On his first day, he implied my faith in this system was not because of my commitment to my job but because of…Daehyun.” Namjoon goes stiff. Jungkook closes his eyes and sighs, “I just don’t know what I should feel in this mess anymore because everything…is too much.”

              Namjoon twirls his mug around his hand. “Has…none of the traveling agents seen this driver? Precrime and Forecrime?”

              Jungkook shakes his head, “No. I requested Property and Crime Scene and Accident Prevention to do more travels four days ago and it’s still negative. I even asked Organized Crimes to look into this but even they can’t place this driver into their web of contacts. Forecrime didn’t see anything related to the hit and run.  We have his license plate but that is not much of a help because our programs didn’t type it as registered, stolen, or even a burner. Just ‘invalid.’ We’d never had an invalid before. We usually type in suspects caught by the CCTV as soon as one hour.” Jungkook exasperatedly runs a hand down his face. “I practically exhausted everything in the system for one whole week and I still don’t know a fucking goddamn thing about this driver.”

              Namjoon nods silently.

              Jungkook looks at him. “Do you know something?”

              Namjoon sends him a tight smile, “Something that could help you a bit, I do.”

              Jungkook’s moves his mug away, leaning over the table. “Tell me.”

              “Well, this is not part of our protocol. None of it is and whatever we may retrieve from doing this, we cannot use as substantial evidence to indict anyone. It can only go as far as a guide to use. But, it’s still worth a shot trying.” 

              Jungkook nods at him to continue. Namjoon grips his mug tighter. “Back when FJO is still running the traditional a-gazillion-paperwork-way, we at the Bureau have encountered countless of horrendous cases with unidentifiable suspects. Some of them have gone cold. The most notable was Linton Park’s 7 Capital Sins serial murders. 10 years ago. We were losing hope until we learned someone from one of our departments is capable of identifying the suspect without the help of our system. It was totally unconventional and we almost didn’t believe it. Everyone but Seokjin. He’s the only one who believed it and it was a good thing that he did. Because after he pushed this unconventional method for consideration, we gathered enough evidence to indict Linton. After that, all of our impossible cases were entrusted into this girl. She still remained to be my contact when the Bureau encounters records with people the new system is unable to identify.”

              “Who is this person?”

              “Y/N L/N. She’s a sketch artist…and a clairvoyant. She can draw up the most unimaginable faces from a future no traveling agent can reach. Not even FJO’s picture-perfect system can penetrate the futures that she sees. What’s astounding is,” Namjoon looks straight at Jungkook, “she’s never been wrong.”

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A/N pt.2: This story is based on Steven Spielberg’s film adaptation of Philip K. Dick’s short story, Minority Report (2002). That being said, this series may contain spoilers for the movie so if you want to watch the movie, please do so first before reading!

Hi @senfleurs​! This is your (long overdue) make-up birthday gift from yours truly! I got inspired (and also challenged) to fulfill my part in your Angst Diplomacy™. I know I’ve already said lots of things on your birthday but I just want to pour more love for you. You’re an amazing person and you’ve constantly been there for me through thick and thin and I am eternally grateful of you for that. You’ve always had a good taste in art and books and so much more and that inspired me to write something that can, at least, take a small spot in your top-tier™ taste. So thank you also for being a strong inspiration for me in writing this :”)

Also, this fic happened to drop by the birthday of one of my dear supporters from day 1, @kwonthefire​, so happy, happy birthday hon! Thank you for being a wonderful reader who never failed to send me love and motivation when I’m starting to doubt myself. I wish your quarantine birthday was good to you because you deserve happiness! I hope you’re taking care of yourself good and may you always stay safe and remember you are loved and appreciated, even by such a measly, smol writer on the internet you’ve managed to make smile on days’ end! Love you!

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Wands and Potions: NCT dream & WayV

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(long awaited Chapter 19! Chapter 20 will be released soon, thank you for your patience and happy holidays!)

Chapter 19:

The putrid smell of linen and iodoform with a hint of lavender tickled selenes nose as she entered the hospital wing. The disabled and broken look on the elder male as he laid thrown like a ragdoll onto the mobile bed paralysed Ravelle and the others.

Selene paused a few meters noticing how shaken it made the few girls before them. She viewed the buckling knees and how their clenched fists invited the pale milk white to appear shadowed upon their knuckles.

She didn’t understand the reason behind the warm and fluffy feeling in her chest at the moment. It filled her with a buzz better than any drug or potion. It ran through her body from the centre of her chest to the ends of each toe and finger.

Like an inner force or pressure building up, the feeling of her epicaricacy had no bounds as it filled her with faux happiness. For the first time in so long, something had brought a thrill, a burst of boiling euphoria it was overflowing in her.

It triggered a sly grin at her chapped lips, anyone else would have been shocked at the expression she held as she watched James and the other two pups next to him struggle to move or even breathe.

She toyed with the chain around her neck watching the scene unfold from a distance. A few months ago she would have felt devastated, absolutely wrecked with such a sight. Pleading. A crying and regretful mess.

Maybe even profusely apologising towards Ravelle and begging her to forgive her.

Knowing herself, she wouldn’t have even agreed to what was asked of her. It wouldn’t have happened…

The raven tried to get to James she stumbled down the long entryway before it was too late, but the nurse stopped her and pulled her back from throwing herself into the vortex that was being conjured through.

The screams and abhorring wails echoed against the walls and came at the others in the form of a slap to them. It wasn’t like she was related to him; James wasn’t that important to her so why was she tearing herself up like that.

Unless she’s fallen for him?

Selenes eerie grin widened, she thoroughly enjoyed where this was going.

Madame Pomfrey quickly moved the young wizards’ beds off into the private quarters along with the other two, the state was intolerable and as they were nowhere in sight. Selene brough her attention back to the wails of terror reverberating in the building.

She may have been never there to see what happened between them -Ravelle and James, or even Jinsoul and the other boy- but it didn’t look like a little had happened.

A weeping Jinsoul shuddered as she melted physically onto the floor her knees crumbled and she couldn’t bear to lift her head up as the fiery haired lily rose sat next to her sniffling. It was her eldest brother that got hurt…

“I heard what happened, Irene told me. Whats wrong with you?” The voice had a waver of worry. She tried to keep her composure but even Lyra was affected. It seemed like selene was the only one who wasn’t.

Selene slid to the side with ease, head low and eyes watching the scene unfold. From a distance more beds were wheeled into the hospital wing.

I guess the slytherin and ravenclaw houses were affected too.

The main doors were still left ajar and Lyra set her fingers onto her friends shoulders shaking selene out of the daze she seemed to be in. “I’m talking to you!”

“What!”

Lyra stayed unspoken for a for seconds, her stone washed coloured eyes regaining the lilac undertone they always had. “You?”

Her voice was accusing...

Yes me…

Selene smirked. “You have something to do with this.” Lyra bit her lip chewing at it slightly. Oddly, a habit found in Scorpius too.

“Nope. Not directly at least.” the grin dropped as she mumbled the last part looking away. Selene felt a whisper of her consciousness voice out it’s guilt -They deserve what they got, i’m merely implementing karma, thats all, it was bound to happen- at her intense stare.

“What do you mean by ‘not directly’.” She waved her hands about making air quotations hissing mutedly. Selene blanked, ignoring the witch for a moment her eyes catching and winking wickedly from a distance at the young 3rd year who looked like she was plotting Selene’s murder in her mind.

Lily-Luna heaved up from the floor next to Jinsoul as she clenched her wand in one hand. Her eyes were as bloodshot as the colour of her hair was and she thundered down the entry way of the hospital quarters.

Though, oddly, her eyes weren’t stabilised at Selenes. It was like she was glaring at the wall behind her. Selene only realising she wasn’t going after her just yet after she slammed herself against the girl pushing her away and attacked the wizard, - who had just appeared at the top of the stairs - her own brother, Albus.

“Where were you! Jamsie is dying in there and you’re nowhere to be found.” She slammed her fists against his chest throwing an absolute fit at her older brother, the blazed witch screeched and yelled at him, whining between tears of hopelessness.

“Mother is going to kill you! She and father already think your good for nothing so why make it worse! WHY!” Lily-Luna strew herself about upon him. Weakly losing energy and trying her hardest to push at him.

Selene rememebred the last incedent she met the duo - the pale faced and icy glacier eyed boy- a while had passed since the hogsmeade incident. He stood alongside Albus huffing slightly. His patience was running thin with the bratty Gryffindor. Albus shuddered, huffing. His distant and closed posture.

His eyes minimised into slits as he calculated the situation.

Selene felt Lyra’s clammy hands squeeze her own behind her back, it was a touch of worry, a quick nudge almost like she was wanting to whisper help me out loud.

Selene followed the scene, she glanced away from the boy and caught herself looking at Lyra’s line of vision seeing the tall skinny and drained blond male. – the poor boy looked like he had seen the worst of life itself - Selene saw him, her own lips curling upwards involuntarily at the familiarity.

Scorpius.

“Go, talk to him.” Whispering, selene subconciously nudged the brunette almost standing behind her, pushing her forwards gently. Lyra gawked back, the flow of her hair swiping against Selene’s face from proximity. Her eyes held a yearning a soft desire to come close to him. To feel the warmth of his hand against hers. To have someone to lean upon. 

A brother. Family. 

Fear clouded that misty look that her eyes held.

“Go.” That’s all it took for her to move the heavy feeling legs, one step closer to her half-brother. Her own blood.

It didn’t take long for things to turn rotten though, within seconds. His eyes dilated and shock filled his face as soon as he saw the brunette. Scorpius flashed a look of apology to the ginger standing next to Lyra as he disappeared. If she blinked, she wouldn’t have seen him at all.

He wasn’t ready. Weeks passed since that night and he wasn’t ready.

Lyra glanced back at Selene, Anxiety brimmed the cold raging pools of ocean in her eyes, “I’ll be back, ju-just.” She breathed heavily. “Stay here, I… I’ll- I will come bac-”

But she never finished the sentence only mumbling her words -tumbling over her own two feet as she tried to run but look back at once- before she ran off after him. Selenes lips twitched a smirk faded into her features again.

Didn't last for long though...

“This is ALL YOUR FAULT! JUST STAY AWAY FROM HIM!!”

An ear-shattering slap echoed around the hall, Selene didnt notice anything until it had already happened.

The stinging and burning settled on her right side as the air was snatched from her chest. Selenes warm face felt red and the sting from the slap tingled on her cheek. Regaining awareness she stood straight rubbing her face.

Ravelle glared at her, eyes as bloodshot and angry, like a bull. her hands stung from the impact, all the revenge that brimmed within her came into the force. Her expression got worse when she saw the shit-eating grin plastered on Selene’s face.

For a second, Ravelle faltered. The shock evidently shown in her face she glanced down to her trembling hands.

I'm sure this was the first time she’d witnessed the monster within.

Rvelle felt a jolt pass down her neck, she shivered, eyes shaky as she stepped back. Maybe if i would've stayed quiet - things would've ended differently, 

There was a small glimmer of - what looked to be - regret in her eyes.

Albus flinched shocked. He pushed his sister tothe side trying to make his way past. “Sele-” 

“Don’t you dare!” Lily-Luna paused pushing him back with a shove, she stepped up to block him. 

“You’re not messing this up any further. Why do you care what happens to her?”

“So you finally show your true side now Raviella.” The ginger spat out her birth name. The one she absolutely despised. 

This caught those around them. Their attention turned straight to the two going head to head near the passage infront of the hospital wings main entrance.

The mere mention or utted of her original name made Ravelle feel sick, she felt like each essence of her being was cracking and falling apart. Selene could see the image the block she had up fading, caving inwards. Fear. Worry. Regret.

"Don’t call me by that name, it reminds me of them. Please." the whisper was barely heard, but Selene heard every letter clearly.

It was funny how both friends were standing against each other but the memory of her explaining why she couldn’t ever be called by that full name was in both their minds at the same time.

That pang of hurt, a tiny pull in my chest.

Selene pushed it down quickly after hearing the discomfort in her, she could almost see her blood boiling inside her, Ravelles face showing a completely different emotion.

The minuscule glint in her eyes, of pain, hurt, Mistrust even? Was long gone. At that point, Selene knew things couldn't go back to normal. Even long after this.

The raven-haired witch slowly switches, the gears in her head turning fast, she had nothing to lose, if Selene was willing to play dirty she’d switch things up too. Ravelle growls as she throws herself against the witch out of rage and fury, but before she’s able to reach a hair on Selene’s head a blur slides before said witch holding back the raging witch.

The nurses rush hearing the comotion pulling her away they guide her into the infirmary to calm her down, her face furiously red and eyes dilated to the max. The Gryffindor was pulled away by two harshly, the third nurse running out to look for the ginger fighting against Ravelle but it was like she’d disappeared, Lily-luna screeched, “She was just here I swear!” 

Selene lifted her head slowly, she felt a draft of air hit her neck, the cool wind indicating she’s slipped into the outter pathways of the castle hidden behind stone. Fluttering her eyes open, her own meeting the cool tone solid stare that belonged to the blond male looking down at her through his eyelashes.

“You ok?”

She nodded slowly. Still at a daze. But Selene’s face fell when she caught sight of the blood sliding down his porcelain doll-like skin it tainted the blank canvas. 

Crimson ink staining the purebloods stone clear vellum. The contrast...

It was almost - Beautiful.

“You, you’re…” Selene mumbled, her fingers lifting slowly towards his face, subconciously inching closer, she felt drunk. But she hesitated, unable to reach the cold skin.

Albus slipped past the stone and had pulled him off not sparing a minute between the two of them. 

“I need you with me inside,” he sighed rushing. “Someone could have seen you!”

Selene let out a breath she was unintentionally holding, running her hands through her hair, pushing the strands away with a huff. She pulled the scarf that was falling down her shoulders, tighter situating it around her neck, Selene backed off as she watched the two males enter the infirmary.

The doors shut blocking her sight in.

Selene couldnt have her breakdown just yet. she heard the clacking of heels upon the stone floor signifying the appearance of headmistress McGonagall, sliding down the archway exit from the side, she swiftly made her presence unknown.

I don’t need another chat with a worried figure trying to tease the truth from between my lips.

I got what i wanted... Then why do I feel so somber then?

[11:02PM]

That evening I felt the inkling of guilt leave my being as I slept, as bad as it was – I’d never admit it, 

it felt good to sleep knowing those who broke me got what they deserved.

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