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skvaderarts · 5 years

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I need to get this off of my chest because it's been bothering me since I saw Brightburn at the movie theater yesterday.

You know what? I actually liked Brightburn as a whole. It wasn't the most amazing movie I've ever seen, and I won't be purchasing it, but it had some neat twists and was an interesting mixture of a horror film and an antihero film and it told a diffirent kind of story than that of what I normally see in a film. But there is one part of the movie that REALLY pissed me off. Like, it sent me into an irrational boiling rage. I'm not sure if that's a testament to the movie or a fault.

Ok, so let me explain. Spoilers below, of course. I'm on mobile, so I can't seem to put this under a read more. IDK what I'm doing wrong here.

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Ok, so the main character, a 12-year-old boy named Brandon has what I won't even dare call a crush on a young girl in his class. For the life of me can't remember her name. After his well-meaning father talks to him about puberty and how he shouldn't be ashamed to act on any sexual urges he has (He probably should have explained the concept of what urges are okay to act on, but I digress) he decides that the nice girl that sits in front of him in class is the objects of his fascinations. This wouldn't be an issue if he didn't have an uncomfortable fixation with the female reproductive system that comes of as really serial killer like and wasn't a superpowered little budding psychopath. He even likes to female murder animals and cut their reproductive systems out.

Ok, so it starts with him sneaking away from his parents while camping to stand in the window if this young girl to watch her very menacingly from her window and use his powers to mess with things in her bedroom, scaring her half to death. She catches him and tells her mom, but she can't prove it. She does, however, become noticeably uncomfortable around him. Fair enough. I would be too.

But this is where shit gets totally awful and makes me sick.

So right after this the PE class at school is doing one of those dumb "catch me" trust exercises that no one should ever make kids do because bullies are a thing and when they push Brandon very hard towards the young girl, she steps out of the way and he hits the ground. The teacher immediately tells her to help him up like this is somehow her problem and not the kid who just basically tossed him. She says she doesn't want to because he scares her and she thinks he's a pervert. She's actually right and clearly very uncomfortable, but I digress.

The teacher, being a total asshole, tells her that is she doesn't help him up, he will fail her for the whole class which forces her to have to touch him. As a result, Brandon gets pissed off at what he interpreted as her rejecting him (like he's not literally stalking her) and he grabs her had and squeezes it so hard that he shatters basically bone in her entire hand and probably her wrist while the teacher just tells him to stop and doesn't step in to stop this despite it taking him a good 10-15 seconds for this to happen and him being about two feet away.

Her arm literally folds in on its self and basically explodes.

Naturally, the parents get called, the mother of the young girl is more than a little pissed, and says she wants to press charges against him for basically disabling her child and the police officer present says "well that's not your choice." The school then suspends him for TWO DAYS and makes him talk to a counselor who happens to be his aunt (that isn't unbiased at all) while the parents take him home and don't punish him in any way for his brutal behavior towards this young girl. They don't even say sorry to her mother or offer to pay for her care. Nothing. They even get mad at the mom for talking badly to them about Brandon and tell her that she's an awful person for feeling that way about a child.

To be honest, Brandon's mom is the main issue. The dad is pretty sensible.

He then shows up at the girl's house where she is laying in bed with her hand wrapped up and she's unable to do anything to defend herself and scares her half to death. He does this just to tell her that he plans to "take care" of her mother and then he will be back for her after she begs him to just leave her alone because she is scared of him after what he did to her. After he leaves her crying in fear, he goes to her mother's job, kidnaps her, and brutally murders her, leaving her dead body in his family's barn with her reproductive system cut out. We never see or hear from her again after that.

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OK WTF Brightburn?!

There are so many things wrong with this and I won't insult your intelligence by elaborating on it too much. Why is she threatened with a worse punishment for not helping him up than he gets for crushing her whole lower arm? Why isn't it within the power of her family to press charges? Why is this kid so damn predatory towards this poor little girl? Is this how he handles rejection? At several points during the film, I would have been sure he was going to sexually assault this little girl if they weren't in middle school and that would have been too inappropriate to depict in a film. I know we're not supposed to like him by the end of the film, but the things he does to that little girl and the way that every adult handles the situation pisses me off to a degree that is probably unhealthy.

He literally murders hundreds of people by the end of the movie, but this was the only part of this "horror" film that actually scared me. The idea that this little 11 year old girl gets assaulted after being preyed on and is powerless against her attacker because basically everyone is working in her attacker's favor despite even his therapist noting that he shows absolutely no remorse for his actions and thinks of her as less than him (He says and I quote "Sometimes bad things happen to people for good reasons" when asked if he is sorry he feels bad about hurting her) is so goddamn awful that I can't even put it into words. And what he does to her mother is just so damn depraved and needless that it makes you wonder how a 12-year-old could ever do something so awful. I just can't.

The kid who plays Brandon is a great actor though.

#Brightburn #Film #movies #Brandon Breyer #horror #horror film #horror movies

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purplesurveys · 5 years

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If someone's laughing, do you instantly think they're laughing at you? Egh no, not really. I’ve had people laugh at me but I do know about it; I’ve never felt paranoid like this. What is the strangest thing you've been asked? My mom’s masseuse asked me if I was pregnant after taking a good look at me and deciding I looked familiar. It felt weird and eerie until I told my parents about it the next day and they said “Oh yeah, she’s the one with the third eye.” Didn’t feel as strange after that, but at the time when she looked me dead in the eye and asked me that question it was definitely so weird lmao. What’s the weirdest thing about life that people just accept as normal? Sometimes I wonder how people from the far past got to decide how certain animals were safe to eat even though they a) clearly scream danger, b) have such a complex way of being consumed (like crabs), or c) ARE STRAIGHT UP POISONOUS (like the pufferfish in Japan). But hey, we’re all eating them right now.

What was your favorite game as a child? I liked local games. We had langit-lupa (heaven and earth), piko (hopscotch), ice-ice water (freeze tag), Chinese garter, 10-20, and patintero. What’s the stupidest thing you've ever heard? Anything that comes out of conservative Catholics’ mouths.

What's the most random thing you've done out of boredom? It would have to be that time that I got really depressed last December and I spent all my Christmas savings meant for friends and family on a bunch of coloring books and my own set of coloring pencils. All for myself. It’s a little morbid, but whaever. What show did your parents not let you watch as a kid? My parents were pretty liberal and weren’t too strict about shows. My mom absolutely hated Mr. Bean though because she was convinced he was the reason my brother didn’t start talking until he was like 6. She would change the channel if it was on, but she didn’t outright ban us or anything. What is your personal catchphrase? I don’t have one. What is the most pleasurable feeling that doesn't involve anything sexual? Biting into your favorite food after a whole day of not eating. What was your 'Oops, wrong person' moment? I don’t think I have one. I’d die of embarrassment. What do you find attractive that isn't considered 'normal' attraction? I really can’t bring myself to be into the muscular/buff look and don’t mind if someone is on the bigger side, is skinny, or is generelly not a gym person. What’s the dumbest thing you’ve done drunk? Fell asleep in the pool. What's your proudest moment in the bathroom? ?????? What’s something you own that gets you lots of compliments? Technically not mine, but Gabie would lend me a windbreaker-type of jacket that was very colorful. It was green, yellow, pink, basically a very bright and gay jacket. I got complimented on it EVERY SINGLE TIME I wore it by nearly every single person who passed by me in school – and I wish I was kidding lmao. She got it in Baguio for 50 pesos ($1), it’s insane. I think it was lost by another person she lent it to. A damn shame. If money was no object, where would you want to live? Canada. Who is your favourite mythological character? In the brief moment I was into mythology, I really liked the way Rick Riordan wrote Apollo to be in his Percy Jackson series. Big ol’goofball. What's something that's happened which couldn't happen at a worse time? [continued from this afternoon] > Had the sign for my gas start blinking while I was stuck in standstill traffic > Get into a car accident while finally making a turn to the gas station > Get pulled over by an officer for changing a lane and nearly hitting a car, because unbeknownst to me, the accident had closed my right side mirror, making me not see my entire right side and I almost hit the car to my right All happened within ten minutes. I was a freshman in high school and couldn’t be more terrified. Police let me go when I started having a panic attack. What is the best pickup line you've ever heard? I don’t like pickup lines. What did aging ruin for you? Dreams. What is the most hilarious thing you’ve ever heard? Idk, I’ve found a lot of things hilarious. What is the darkest thing you have seen on the internet? It would be either Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared or Too Many Cooks. What's something you really enjoy, but can't have? A regularly luxurious life. What Wikipedia article have you recently read? OMG hahaha so there were times in internship where nothing was tasked to me FOR HOURS and I would get super bored. Then I remember hearing from somewhere that Wikipedia has a whole article that’s just a list of unusual deaths that’s happened from modern history until the present, and I gobbled that shit up until I was given a responsibility. I found out more listicles they apparently had – list of last words, list of people who disappeared mysteriously, etc; read all of those too. What's a book you were made to read in school that you really liked? My #1 would have to be Without Seeing the Dawn by Steven Javellana. It’s the most honest narration of the Philippines’ Japanese occupation I’ve ever read. It’s painful to read, but it’s the beauty of it. What objective did you fail to complete this week? I told myself I was gonna start externals work for my org, but I’ve just been so burned out in the last month that I haven’t gotten around to starting yet. I definitely have to this week, though so it’s not like I’ll completely fail it. What could have gotten worse for you but it didn't? Tbh the desire to end my life? I threw in the towel by the time I was 12, but I’m still here so I guess life is doing something right.

What subject should be taught at schools, but isn't? Adulting. Like being taught about taxes, social security, insurance, documents they ask when you apply for a job, etc. I’m 21 and I know nothing about these. I didn’t even know what insurance meant until I was 20. What is the best thing about having a Significant Other? The idea of having a go-to person for everything is very comforting for me. What makes you unusually uncomfortable? Distorted sound effects. It’s probably not unusual though. What is an upcoming purchase you're excited about? It’s no longer future tense because I was finally able to find Pop-Tarts at the nearby mall! I couldn’t find it ANYWHERE in the last couple of years and I’ve been craving it for the same period of time. Then Gab convinced me to try the supermarket at the mall we went to today and we found a box of Chocolate Fudge gloriously sitting on one of the shelves. It was way more expensive than I remember it being, but I waited for so long that I just grabbed it and didn’t care about my budget anymore. What is the worst game you've ever played? The Hannah Montana game for the Wii that I had was so bad it was good. What’s the oddest thing you like to do? I don’t think I have particularly odd habits. What's the funniest news story you've seen in the past few weeks? There’s a satirical article I came across a week ago that was about how dinosaurs got extinct because they ate pineapples on pizza. It was made even more hilarious by the fact that it included a graphic of dinosaurs and there were slices of pizza with pineapples on them photoshopped into the graphic. Definitely pissed off a number of pineapple enthusiasts that day lmaaaaao. What do you really really want right now? I’m so excited to eat my Pop-Tarts but I think I should save them for tomorrow. What do you hide from people? Suicidal thoughts, because I never wanna bother anyone. What was the first sign you knew you had a crush on someone? When I actively avoided her because it hurt to see her. HAHAHAH yuck drama What's the best lemonade you've made from the lemons life gave you? Lasting long enough to create a family in the form of my orgmates. Who was your cartoon crush while growing up? Sam from Totally Spies. What's the best way to deal with religious door knockers? We don’t have that culture here but I most likely would just never open the door. What’s the most hypocritical thing you’ve ever seen or heard? A large chunk of Catholics. Who’s the most interesting person you’ve ever met? When I was still interning at my PR firm, I shadowed my supervisor in an interview that one of our clients had for that day. Our client’s representative is the biggest badass I’ve met. He’s from South Africa and was born and raised at a time when apartheid was still around. He’s white, so he was brainwashed in school to think that they were superior and for a time, he really thought his race was. Then he got to work under Nelson Mandela’s party when he was much older and that was the only time he realized how backwards that mindset was. Anyway he had Mandela’s spies stalk his ass every single day because of his background and he ultimately got shot twice. There’s loads more stories to tell but I don’t want to give him away.

When I was watching him get interviewed he proved to have a lot of knowledge on history and current events too so that’s another plus. He was just super cool and it was a breath of fresh air to talk to a foreigner that was more aware of social situations than the average Filipino. What just doesn't impress you? Carly Rae Jepsen. What’s the worst possible way to introduce yourself? There’s no worst way; just don’t try too hard because the bullshit can be detected so easily. What makes you wish that you were born in the past or the future? How easy it was to make a living and score a job decades ago. What tragic event was coincidentally beneficial to you? My breakup. What's something people are proud of, but it doesn't impress you? ‘Miracles.’ What's the worst possible moment to go and play on a bouncy castle? Doing it with a bunch of sweaty, rowdy kids. Who is the greatest ever comedian? Not really into comedians so my recommendations might suck for some. What’s your irrational fear? Commercials at night. What's your oldest memory? Playing in a Winnie the Pooh tent when I was 3. What can you not wake up without? Checking the time. What did you think was cool when you were younger that you now think isn’t? Wristbands. What are your favourite or most memorable lines from any movie/show? “How do you like them apples?” from Good Will Hunting. What's something people love to hate? The Kardashians. What’s something that is underrated but extremely useful? Being polite.

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gillytweed · 6 years

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Synecdoche Chapter 1

After basically a year, here it is. My unfinished Clexa shit. I am a trash person.

To be 100% clear, while I have quite a few of these chapters on backlog from literal years ago, these won’t ever be finished. I haven’t changed much beyond some mild editing, so enjoy my writing from way back when I was a fetus writer in 2016.

This one specifically takes place in an ABO universe (although it doesn’t focus on boning, so idk what that says), if that isn’t your cup of tea just move along please.

She coughed harshly as she pulled herself out of the pod. Smoke had billowed out from under the control panel, filling the cockpit with an acrid, choking smog. She stumbled from her seat, foot catching on the pods edge, sending her sprawling on the forest floor. Everything was so bright, the harsh light and glaring colours assaulted her senses. She felt the strong urge to sleep, to rest for a moment and let the aches of the descent ease away, but she still had duties to fulfill and a mission to complete.

Pushing herself onto her hands and knees, her muscles felt weak and shaky. She coughed, gagging as stomach acid and bile filled her mouth. Heaving for a few moments, she let her head hang, pressing her forehead to the cool metal of the vitals sensor around her wrist. A pounding beat took up residence in her temples. They’d warned her about the effects reentry might have on her, but she hadn’t thought they would be so bad. She was an Alpha, a strong Alpha at that. It seemed she needed to tone down her arrogance.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she counted to ten, breathing deeply with hopes that her churning stomach would settle. Slowly, the pounding in her head eased, and the threat of her stomach rebelling lessened. Breathing a sigh, she allowed herself a small smile. She was on the ground. With dirt and grass under her feet and the clean, non recycled air tasting sweeter than anything she’d ever experienced.

Pushing herself up, she sat on her heels, blinking away the harsh spots that dotted her vision. She stretched out the stiffness in her shoulders, groaning in pleasure when several satisfying pops sounded.

It was time to get to work.

Stumbling to her feet, she took stock of herself. Ensuring there were no rips or tears in her uniform, that her gun and knife were still strapped securely to her waist. The padded knees of her pants had been scuffed, but nothing that particularly warranted worry. Taking another steadying breath, she pulled her hair back into a messy blonde tail before tying it off. She was much too tired and sore to try and look particularly presentable at the moment. Rolling her neck to stretch out the last of the kinks, she made her way carefully to the pod.

The vessel had six visible compartments plus the cockpit, each a closed glass bubble fogged over with condensation. Sighing, she rubbed one of the pods with her sleeve, revealing a sleeping, dark haired girl. A patch on the breast of her uniform read ‘Reyes.’ The blonde smiled, relieved that the other girl looked uninjured.

Before she could move on to the next pod, a banging caught her attention. The sound echoed from the back of the ship, frantic and loud. She pulled out her knife, gripping it tightly as she stalked low around to the back. The metal of the ship was still warm to the touch, but had cooled significantly, allowing her to press up against the hull. As she drew nearer, the sounds of yelling and coughing were added to the banging of flesh on metal. The door to one of the supply caches moved, the vacuum seal breaking to let out a rush of smoke.

Eyes widening in shock, she flung open the door, stepping back with her knife at the ready. Smoke streamed from the opening, and a pair of hands flailed, scrabbling to find purchase on the doors edge. Clarke stepped back, brow furrowed in confusion, as a body tumbled out, coughing and whimpering.

The body was a small slip of a girl, thin and gangly, dressed in a tattered tank top and pants much too big for her frame. The girl coughed and retched on her knees, much as Clarke had done earlier. She circled warily, the urge to help and the need to be cautious battling within her mind. The mission was to only have seven people, and, seeing as this girl had come from a supply cache and not a proper pod, she was undoubtedly a stowaway.

“Bellamy?” The girl whimpered, blinking against the harshness of the natural light. Clarke stiffened, a shock of anger going through her. The girl did look rather similar. She shook her head, suppressing her irritation. The girl didn’t deserve her anger, but Bellamy would definitely hear from her later. Stepping forward, she grabbed the girl under an arm, knife still in hand, and pushed her against the pods slowly cooling metal.

“Who are you?” The girl cried out at the sudden rough treatment, still disoriented from the descent from the Ark. Clarke felt her eyes widen as the sweet scent of an Omega filled her nose. Omega’s were few and far between on the Ark, and she knew every single one of them, being the daughter of the Head Doctor. She knew that she’d never seen this particular Omega before in her life because all the Omegas on the Ark were at least middle age.

The sharp scent of distress and pain filling her nose broke her from her shock. Her Alpha roared protectively as she sheathed her knife quickly, and bundled the girl into her arms. Even if she wasn’t supposed to be there, the girl was still one of her people and deserved her protection and help.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened. The girl smelled far too much like Bellamy for them not to be related, and she was much too old to be his daughter. It must have taken some serious bribing and trickery to get his sister in the ship along with himself. But she had to give him credit. The girl looked to be at least sixteen, and to keep an entire human hidden for that long in the cramped, and generally communal, spaces on the Ark must have taken some serious skill.

The girl in her arms squirmed, attempting to get away all while calling for her brother. Clarke held her tightly, wrapping strong arms around a thin waist and chest. She could feel the grooves of ribs through the worn fabric of the tank top, making her frown. This girl was obviously undernourished, most likely due to having to share Bellamy’s single ration, unless he’d managed to steal food somehow.

The Omega’s distress mounted and a flailing elbow knocked Clarke in the face. Wincing, she released a burst of calming pheromones, all while trying to keep her own confusion and shock out of her scent.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. Bellamy’s just in the pod over there.” She tried her best to get the wriggling girl under control, all while grimacing at the turn of events. The girl must have expected her brother to find and release her from the cache, not some random Alpha. However, Bellamy hadn’t known about the knockout gas set up in each pod. It had been something the council had put in without informing the rest of the crew, other than her, the commanding officer.

The knockout gas had been deemed a mercy, should something go wrong during re-entry or if the scans about the radiation levels had been inaccurate. It was to make any death they would experience as painless as possible. Clarke wasn’t granted said ‘mercy,’ being the commanding officer and the one responsible for cutting off the gas and waking her crew.

The Omega in her arms eventually began to calm as time passed, allowing Clarke to move them over to the treeline. She eased her way down, back against a tree, and cradled the girl in her lap. She held the girl firmly, a soft, hopefully soothing, purr rumbling in her chest. Slowly, the Omega fully relaxed, slumping against her chest. Clarke breathed a sigh and rested her head against the rough bark. Flicking her eyes down, she sent the girl a small, hopefully reassuring, smile.

“My name is Clarke. What’s yours?” The girl stiffened slightly, eyes going wide before they shot down to her lap. The scent of distress came back in full force as the Omega began shaking. Clarke forced her purr louder, knowing that the girl, who most likely had been told to never reveal who she was on the pain of death, would find the question distressing. To be a second child was rare, but always a death sentence.

While the Omega sat wringing her hands, Clarke kicked her mind into overdrive. There was no use getting angry about the extra passenger. What was done, was done. Now she needed to figure out how to keep everyone alive without jeopardizing the mission. The girl had come from the left side container, the container where most of the water and food rations would have been. Surprisingly, it wouldn’t be the greatest set back in the world. They had water filters designed to filter out radiation along with any harmful bacteria, so water wouldn’t be an issue so long as they found a river or stream relatively soon. There was also at least a day's worth of food for each team member kept within their individual pods, so they wouldn’t start starving straight off the bat. They also had guns and the materials to make animal traps, so, overall, the Omega wasn’t a large inconvenience. A surprise, yes, but not something that could be considered particularly damning.

The Omega continued to shake, curling in on herself, trying to be as small as possible in the Alpha’s lap. Clarke suppressed another sigh, rubbing a gentle hand along the girl’s back. It seemed she needed a new tactic, something that would at least calm her down, if not gain her trust.

“Well, since you don’t seem comfortable giving me your name, I’ll call you O, for Omega. How’s that sound?” Surprisingly, the girl snorted, her stress induced shaking mixing with suppressed laughter. Clarke raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it. Laughter, for whatever reason, was better than a stressed Omega ready to bolt. Relaxing a bit more against the tree, she continued to rub the girl’s back.

“Well, I guess O it is.” O nodded, a hand over her mouth as she tried to quiet her giggles. Now, no longer fighting against the girl, Clarke took a better look at her.

She did look a lot like Bellamy. The same hair, the same eyes, similar facial structure. There were a few differences but the relation was obvious. However, O was clearly underfed, and, along with a small trickle of blood running from a cut on her cheek, she looked battered. If she’d been hiding for over a decade, it could be assumed that she’d never been to a doctor, let alone had any tests for genetic illness. She made a mental note to give the girl a physical at the next opportunity, but for now, she needed to get back to the mission.

“I assume Bellamy told you about our mission?” O, her laughter having subsided, ducked her head shyly.

“Sorta. He said we were going to the ground to find a new home.” Clarke smiled. Talking was good. It meant that the girl trusted her enough to actually say something.

“That’s the gist of it, yeah. The Council sent us down ahead of everyone so we could scout around, find a good place for them to set down and build somewhere we can all live without being cramped. It would mean no more rationing, no more strict curfews, no more one child rule.” O nodded stiffly, licking her lips as tension returned to her scent. It seemed the Alpha was correct in assuming she was a second child. She felt a tinge of anger, not because the girl was a second child, but because Bellamy had never thought her trustworthy enough to tell her about his sister.

“Well, wanna help me wake everyone up? I think they’ve gotten enough beautyrest.” The Omega nodded, moving to get up. Once standing, Clarke noticed with surprise that they were the same height. O had seemed so small curled in her lap.

With slow, careful movements, she took O’s hand, giving the girl every chance to object before guiding her over to the ship. Going along each pod, she rubbed away the condensation on the pods glass, revealing each occupant.

“This is Harper. She does tests on stuff to make sure we don’t eat or drink anything that we shouldn’t so we don’t die. She’s also the one who knows all the requirements for a good landing site.” She moved to the next pod, O giggling at her description.

“This is Monty. He’s our communications officer. He’s adorable right?” And the next.

“This is Raven. She’s our mechanic/engineer/ can probably build complex machines out of gum and toothpicks kinda person. Simple explanation, she’s really smart and knows it.” They rounded to the other side of the pod. The blonde couldn’t help but smile as the O stayed close to her back. The thought of the girl trusting her made her Alpha purr.

“These three are basically our indentured servants. They do all the heavy lifting like setting up the tents, moving equipment, etc etc. They’re also the guards who keep us alive, so please don’t tell them I called them servants.” O laughed lightly as they worked together to clear the glass.

“This is Nathan, although we call him Miller. This is Zoe, referred to as Monroe, and I’m pretty sure you’ve met Bellamy.” Letting O’s hand go for a moment, Clarke popped open a panel on the side of the ship, revealing a diagnostics screen and a keypad. Tapping at a few keys, she brought up the settings for the knockout gas.

“So, to wake them up, we first shut off the gas. Like so.” She demonstrated the motions, O watching enraptured. “Then once the system is fully shut off, we pop the hatches so they can breath regular air. To do that we’ll have to climb up and pull the lever in front of the hatch.”

She stepped back, pointing to the red and yellow painted handles. The Omega nodded, looking fascinated by everything she’d been told. Clarke reasoned that if she was hidden for the majority of her life, she probably didn’t have a very diverse education.

Letting O examine the ship as she pleased, the blonde turned to scan the tree line. The ship had landed in a decent sized clearing surrounded by tall trees and thick scrub plants. As she looked around, she figured that the location would make for as good a starting camp as any.

She paused in her observations when movement caught her eye. In a flash, her pistol was in one hand and O was dragged bodily behind her. The Omega squeaked, but for the most part remained silent pressed up against Clarke’s back. She scanned the trees with laser focus, gun sweeping as she did so.

Something had been out there. Something humanoid.

“O, can you climb up and start popping the hatches. I think it would be a good idea to have everyone awake.” She felt the girl nod into her shoulder before moving away, her warmth disappearing as she climbed the side of the ship. Clarke narrowed her eyes, never taking them off the trees and underbrush. She only lowered her weapon when the sounds of vacuum seals releasing and the groans of her crew reached her ears.

a link to Chapter two will be here when it’s available

#my writing #clexa #clarke x lexa #clarke griffin #commander lexa

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