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ottosrvnge · 4 years

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Black Cherry Red

✨a short story i wrote for schools in court, its a really cool program that lets highschool students vibe in a court n witness sentencings. I got 3rd place w this✨

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Spring overwhelmed the sky, the sun almost blinded me as we drove. Ryan picked us all up, we didn't plan to skip but it was such a lovely day. It would’ve been a shame to waste it all inside, listening to Mrs. Dorsey's mind-numbing voice hitting us all like gravel.

“Put your seatbelt on, Lucy,” Ryan instructed from the driver’s seat, half-joking but I could see his eyebrows furrow from the side. He was always an obedient delinquent, doing the least amount of trouble he could.

“What? You scared we’ll crash? I don’t know if I like that outlook on your skills, Ry.”

Ryan laughed and stopped bugging her about it, she never wore a seatbelt. She said it was a terrible fashion piece. I looked down at my seat belt dangling next to my seat and put it on to appease Ryan.

“Thank you, Adam. See, even an idiot like him can follow the law,” Ryan called over the music, I feigned shock and went t take it back off, inducing Lucy's fits of laughter.

“L are you already high? Dude, if you ate all my edibles you’re paying me like eighty bucks,” I called back.

I wouldn’t have been that mad if she did eat them, I didn’t even pay for them. Ryan grimaced from what I could see, he agreed to be there, but I felt a little bad dragging him into that situation. I had assured him again and again the high would wear off before we start driving again. It all would have been fine.

“Nah, but I’ve got juice-” she pulled a thermos out of her bag, I could see condensation drops sliding down onto her hand, “- your favorite, Adam.”

“What? Orange juice?” Ryan questioned, he sounded nervous, but he didn’t have to drink if he didn’t want to.

“Jack Daniels, love.”

Lucy laughed again, how drunk was she? We had only been in the car for half an hour. I didn’t even notice her thermos before then. A loud swallow resounded as she took another swig, her bleach-blonde hair falling into her face. She was only the year below us, Ryan knew her from church of all places. I knew her in her freshman year. Lucille, as she was exclusively called, acted as if a sniper was trained to her voice in geometry. Sometime between the two years since I met her, she turned into someone else. Ryan was staring at the road hard, trying to retain deniability.

“How’d you know my favorite?” I asked, amused as the thermos switched between our hands. Lucy laughed and mouthed “June” to me. She knew I wouldn't have forgotten the last summer, despite the alcoholic blur.

“You want any, Ryan?” Lucy asked, the warm burn traveled down my throat and I wasn’t going to cut off my first drink of the week.

“Silence means no, L.”

Ryan was ignoring us, but the edges of my vision faded out into blissful ignorance. God, I loved Lucy. The lady who came to my health class last month said I couldn’t love anyone sober, but she’s wrong. I loved Lucy.

We were delirious when Ryan drove up onto the field. He was with me when I first found it, we were in middle school and I had just discovered replacing whiskey with old apple juice. After that, we went there every time we got high, but Ryan never drank with me. I respected that, but he wasn’t going to stop me.

“What do ya got, Adam? Michael’s brownies, or whatever Nikki was selling?” Ryan asked he left his outstanding morals in the car. We sat in the grass, it was still wet from the morning mist, but we didn't care.

I took my Bob Ross container from my bag, fumbling with the metal clasp “Nikki was selling gummy bears if I could get 'em out.”

“You’re drunk, Adam.”

“Yeah, so’s Luce-” my hands weren’t working as well as they should’ve been, but I wasn’t entirely debilitated, “-Try an' catch up stoner.”

He grabbed a few of the bears, he always tried to act like he wasn't a fiend. Lucy laid on me, her head pressed against my thigh. The sun took the cold away from my sweat. I wasn’t sure if I liked the mix of edibles and alcohol, but I never turned it down.

Spring was a true beauty. It wasn't the sickly sweet humidity of the summer or the loneliness of winter. The sun went down as we sat eating the gummies, without a thought. Our teeth changed color as we ate, Black Forest Cherry taking over our senses. We talked about nothing for hours, an endless blur of conspiracies. Lacy was well-versed in the realm of convolution, she could go on hours of tangents. Her voice was full of money, speech slowed and tangled. My fingers twirled into her hair and the feeling took all my focus. I spaced on my senses until Lucy's voice cut into my thoughts.

"I really want donuts, not just plain ones though. I want chocolate with sprinkles. A lot of 'em. Like, a dozen. I would eat a whole box of strawberry donuts."

"You said chocolate first, liar. Which is it?" Ryan accused his finger wiggling around Lucy's general face area.

"Both, I want two dozen donuts. One box of chocolate and one box of strawberry."

"Y'all are stupid, donuts are for losers. 7-11's little store-brand cupcakes, like Hostess cakes but so much better and so much cheaper. The first time I got baked, I spent like all my money on those- and I'm not even mad about it because those were stunning."

I barely realized I was talking, thoughts spewed out from the second they hit my brain.

"Bet," Ryan said and got up.

I don’t remember everything that happened next, but the parts I do remember overwhelm my mind. Lucy flew through the windshield, her hair got stuck on the shards of glass, leaving me to lie in the aftermath. I knew I had her blood on me, but I couldn’t move. It stayed, staining into my skin, I knew she was dead before the EMT’s. I knew it, that feeling of emptiness you get when you lose someone. Last time I didn’t see it, I only saw my mother dressed up in the coffin. It isn’t like that when it's in front of you, Lucy wasn’t in her favorite Sunday dress, she wasn’t clean. From what I saw in that split second, her pupils blown in the fear, blood stained into her face. Nothing felt real. I was in pain but I didn’t feel it.

The doctors said the nerves in my left leg had severed. If I ever woke up, I wouldn’t be able to use it. I don’t like that everything they say is a liability. The nurses think I’ll die soon, they didn’t know I could hear their bets. No one does. Lucy’s parents came to blame me, said it was all my fault. That I ruined their little girl, took her away from them. I did because I was selfish. I should’ve left her alone, told her to go back to church. Why did I let her be with me? I shouldn’t have let her. It’s my fault. All my fault.

Ryan’s dad came to tell me he was living on a tube. If he doesn’t get better they’re turning it off. It’s for the best. I’m not on the tubes yet, but I don't think anyone likes this helpless coma. The inability to even change the stupid hospital TV channels, and have to suffer through endless reruns and my sister’s unnecessarily censored family movies. Becca stays, she doesn’t understand that I can’t take care of her anymore. She asks me to help her with her homework, not even thinking about it. My father doesn’t stay in the room long enough for me to see him, but Becca never leaves. Her little hands grab onto my blanket, and she wants me to talk to her. She throws a fit, screaming at me to wake up whenever she asks me something.

“Wake up, I know you can hear me!”

“It’s all your fault.”

“I’m not ready to lose him, I can’t.”

It all ends in sobs, staining my blanket. I can’t throw the wet parts off my legs, I have to keep it stuck to my skin. Reminding me of all the mistakes that lead me here, where I can’t even maintain myself. I’m almost hoping one of the nurses will play The Angel of Death, fumble with my airways. Anything to keep me from having to sit through my eyes burning at the ends but not watering. To keep me from the blame, and the sobs. I can’t do anything.

#tw car crash #tw car accident #tw car wreck #tw drinking #tw drugs #tw hospital #tw death #short story #my writing #schools in court #writing contest #lmao they gave me 75 dollars n a cool plaque for this #original writing #tw grief #tw grieving #tw graphic #tw coma #tw self blame

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sasspiria · 5 years

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(The Odds Of This Are) Astronomical Chapter Seven

Pairing: Vaas Montenegro/Jason Brody

Fandom: Far Cry 3

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence,Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics,True Mates,Alpha Vaas,Omega Jason,Biting,Grant Lives,Accidental Bonding,Angst and Porn,Porn With Plot,Scenting,Rough Body Play,Don’t Examine This Too Closely,Canon-Typical Violence,Intercrural Sex,Claiming Bites,Snowballing,Deepthroating,Excessive Drinking,Knotting

Summary: Omegas were uncommon but they weren't rare by any means. True mates, however, were an entirely different story. The odds of any person having one were astronomical at best. When Jason finds that he does have a true mate, he should feel amazing about being so lucky. A part of him wants to feel excited, damn all the consequences, but at the same time it just feels like the universe is giving him a hard smack to the face when his true alpha comes in the form in a psychopathic, murdering, drug addled pirate that kidnapped him and his friends. All Jason can hope is that he can use Vaas' manic affections towards him to his advantage and save the rest of them.

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Jason was shaking with rage, and a chill from the water he was dripping in set deep in his bones as he made his way back to camp. He couldn’t believe that that had happened to him, that someone had tried to kill him – or, more likely, tried to kidnap him and had just settled for killing him.

Jason supposed that he had just been lucky enough that the man had been just incompetent enough when it came to trying to take him away, that he was almost able to get himself away. He was luckier still when he had come back from this mostly unscathed. Mostly. His pride and mental health state were wounded more than anything else.

He groaned in annoyance as he thought about it – it didn’t make much sense to him why someone would think it was a good idea, but very little had truly made sense to him since he had arrived on the island. Rook just wasn’t a place where much could make sense, he decided. He knew that he would have to go with the flow of things to some extent, but this was just fucking ridiculous.

He walked to the showers first, intent on getting as much dirt, grime and runoff from the lake from him as possible. Once he was in there, he scrubbed down his body until every reachable part of his skin was raw and tinted with a pinkish hue. He still felt awful, but at least he was clean now.

When he came back to his room, he noticed Vaas sitting in a way that suggested he was anticipating something. Jason noticed blood under his fingernails, noticed how his legs were bouncing with a rambunctious sort of anxiety. “Are you alright?” He asked, eyeing him warily as he spoke.

Vaas didn’t answer his question and instead focused on Jason. The pirate had an amused expression plastered on his face as he took in Jason’s haggard appearance, “Woah, hermano, you look like you’ve been fucking around with alligators.” He said in a playfully mocking tone of voice. Jason forgot his line of thinking at that moment, giving him a dirty look.

He walked only a few more steps before he collapsed onto the bed, allowing Vaas to pull him close enough that Jason could latch onto him like a koala. “Fuck you.” He muttered, even as he continued to burrow himself against the other. “You have no idea what I just went through, you asshole.”

“What fucking happened then, huh?” The alpha snapped back with a mixture of annoyance and amusement in his voice, “C’mon, stop being a bitch and tell me what’s gotten into you.”

Vaas thought that he was acting really needy, but he couldn’t say that he really minded it. They hadn’t gotten the chance to really see each other in a few days – the two of them were always busy, him with running his half of the island and Jason with trying to undermine Hoyt’s empire entirely. He let Jason curl up against him and mope for several minutes before he finally asked what the hell was wrong with him. “I ran into someone.” Jason started vaguely, “They tried to grab me, I don’t fucking know, kidnap me probably, then I fell down this… hole in the ground with a lake below it, I don’t know the word-”

“Cistern,” Vaas told him and Jason waved him off dismissively in reply to that.

“Yeah, whatever.” The omega snapped back, anger bubbling up again into another pointed yet impotent outburst. “Point is, someone tried to fucking kill me yesterday.” He grumbled, “If I ever see that asshole again, I’m gonna kill him. I’m gonna slice their throat open or… I don’t know. This fucking sucks. Shit, I’m a mess. I look like the creature from the black lagoon.”

Vaas laughed at that, “You do look like you got fucked up.” He said, not unkindly as he stroked his knuckles over the omega’s temple in a soothing manner. “Do you think you know who it was?”

“I don’t know.” Jason replied in a flippant tone of voice, “Some fucking guy I guess. He was older. Had an accent.” He closed his eyes, like he was falling asleep, and kept quiet for a few moments before he spoke up again, “His name was Dennis.” He added, the information coming back to him in a sudden manner. “But that doesn’t narrow much down, does it?”

“Someone should have been out there,” Vaas replied in an almost confused tone of voice before his demeanor switched to one of incredible anger. “Lazy fucks, too busy getting fucked up to do what I fucking pay them.” He would have to do something to make sure that his men weren’t going around thinking that they could just get away with slacking off, but he could do that later, he had time.

“Well, no one was,” Jason replied in a deadpan tone of voice. He sighed, actively trying to keep himself calm. He had suddenly felt so tired, both physically and emotionally. He would rather just go to sleep than keep thinking about it. “If someone was there… well, it’s not like we can know if anything would have been different. All I know is that if I find him, I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

That was a plan of action that he knew for sure that they could both agree on.

Grant did not hold much trust for Willis – in fact, he was expectant that he would be screwed over in some way by the CIA agent sooner or later. Probably after he got what he wanted. His time in the military hadn’t instilled much trust for highers-up in the government like him. Still, he had no other leads into where the rest of his friends were and he had to work with the man whether he wanted to or not. But so far, all of Willis’ information had been good, so he kept working with the man and he would keep on working with him so long as the information and the help that he gave was good.

He felt as though he was on a very stringent time limit, as he drove to the lookout point that Willis had sent him the coordinates to. He almost crashed the car over the point, that was how much of a rush that he was in. As he climbed out of the vehicle, he noticed a helicopter hovering above the platform and quickly crouched at the lookout with a sniper rifle in his hands.

Oliver was being dragged out of a vehicle, roughly handled by a group of pirates. The men pushed him down on his knees and gestured for him to walk forward with rifles pointed closely towards him. Grant was almost entirely sure that he could hear the stoner copping an attitude at the men threatening him.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at that, because he was happy to see that those pirates hadn’t crushed Ollie’s spirit just yet before he shot the first pirate – the one right behind him – in the head. The stoner looked up at him for just a second before he was running for cover, with the gun that the dead pirate had dropped in his hands. As soon as he was behind cover, he was shooting at the men desperately, as if his life depended on it – most likely because it did. ` Every shot that he took with the dodgy rifle, had the hairs on the back of Oliver’s neck standing on end. In his mind, the gun could become jammed at any moment, or he could run out of bullets, or there could be a sniper waiting for the right moment to mow him down at any moment. He hadn’t been this stressed out in years. Fuck, he needed to get stoned again, he had been sober for far too long.

The two of them managed to work together without getting into contact – with Grant sniping each and every pirate that he could see to make a path for Oliver so that the stoner could make his way off of the platform and onto a boat that had been conveniently docked at it. As soon as Grant could see that Oliver was somewhat safe, he ran down to meet the blonde in person.

Despite the fact that he had almost been sold into slavery, shot to death or maimed, Oliver was still in high spirits. “Hey, man,” he said, in a breezy and casual tone, as if everything that he had just been through had absolutely no effect on him, and pulled Grant forth for a hug. They didn’t have the time to sit around and catch up with each other though, so Grant quickly and forcibly pulled away.

“We need to get out of here.” He said tersely, in reply to the somewhat disheartened effect that Oliver had taken on. “Drive the boat and I’ll take care of any of the pirates that try and follow us.” He directed and Oliver was quick to jump to the wheel and drive them off.

It was a good thing too, because, in moments, large swaths of Vaas’ men were running after him in trucks and boats, haphazardly shooting at the two of them. Grant and Oliver scrambled for cover until Grant was able to get himself seated upon the machine gun that was mounted to the top of the boat.

The drive across the sea was chaotic and neither of them were entirely sure that they would survive to reach the far off safety of Dr. Earnhardt’s home. But they made it and that was really all that mattered to either of them. Grant helped Oliver off of the boat before they made the short hike up to the cave under the chemist’s home. It didn’t take long for Oliver to make himself comfortable in one corner of the cave, already unrolling a half-smoked joint that had been hastily stuffed in his pocket. Grant smirked at that, glad to see that everything that had happened hadn’t affected him much yet.

Before he left again, he walked up to Liza and asked her where Daisy was. As if by magic, Daisy appeared out from the wreck of a ship that she had been working her ass off to fix so they could get off this island. There were smatterings of oil smeared on her cheek, neck, and chest and her breath came out in heavy puffs like she had been working for hours on the thing. “Hey.” She greeted in a breathless sort of way before she pulled him in for a tight hug. “How have you- how have you been? I don’t think I’ve seen you in a few days.” She asked and before he could reply she added, “How bad is it out there?”

Grant struggled to come up with an answer that wasn’t, “It’s a nightmare.” simply because he didn’t want to worry her too much. “It’s been…well, it’s been a lot.” He started, “Jason is running around the island with one of the men that kidnapped us-”

“Yeah, he told me about that. You’re worried about him?” She interjected quickly, sensing a change in the atmosphere between them. Intuitively, she understood that there had been some underlying tension between the two brothers about Jason’s uneasy reliance on Vaas and his seemingly kismet bond with the pirate king seemed like some kind of cruel joke that the universe had played on all of them.

But Grant knew Jason well enough to know that telling him that he was being an idiot for trusting Vaas, true bond or not, was a bad idea. The only thing it could possibly accomplish was Jason getting angry and running off, “Of course I am. But I can’t make him- it’s fucking complicated, you know. I don’t know what to do about it.” He replied in an exhausted tone of voice, betraying how helpless he really felt about all this. “And I don’t even know where Riley is, he could be dead for all we know.”

And that was just the tip of the iceberg, he still had to find Keith, figure out a way to safely get off the island – he wasn’t entirely sure if the boat that Daisy was working on would be able to last half a mile at sea before it crumbled to dust. Daisy squeezed his shoulder reassuringly, pulling him out of the malignant daze that he had been in. “Hey, we will get through this.” She emphasized the ‘we’ so strongly that it reassured him enough that the heavy weight that was bearing down upon him lifted off of him.

Although he wasn’t entirely sure that he believed it, he wanted to. He smiled back at her as he answered back to her, “Yeah, you know what, you’re right.” He said in a quiet and contemplative tone of voice. “We’ll figure a way out of here.”

Daisy was about to say something to that when the walkie-talky that Grant had on his belt started ringing. For a few moments, he thought about just ignoring it – he hadn’t had the time to it down with his girlfriend and just be with her since they had crash landed on Rook – but his instincts got the better of him. Begrudgingly, he picked up the small radio and answered the call. “What do you want?” He snapped into the receiver, not in the mood to deal with any nonsense that Willis would ask him to help with now.

If Willis was bothered by Grant's annoyed demeanor, then he didn’t let it on. “Grant,” He greeted the younger man, his lack of care for Grant’s obvious disinterest in talking to him present and obvious in his tone and cadence. “Look, Willis, I’m kind of busy-”

“Busy? Yeah, I am too. Busy trying to get the hell off this island.” The CIA agent cut Grant off in an icy, acerbic tone. “I need your help.” He explained. “You help me with this one last thing and I’ve got something else for you that you need.”

And that gave Grant pause, wondering exactly what Willis had for him. “Like what?” He asked, exhausted and exasperated from all of this already. When Willis responded back, telling him that he had the location of one of his friends and he’d give it to him once he had secured Grant’s help. The American grit his teeth at that, feeling as though the safety and security of his friends and his brothers were being held hostage by Willis.

He knew that he needed to give in, though, and assured the agent that he would be there to help him as soon as he was able and Willis was just going to have to lay low until he got there. Daisy had been listening to the conversation that Grant had been having – just by virtue of her being only a few feet away – so when Grant told her that he had to go, she was completely understanding and told him to stay safe. He made no real promises to that.

When Grant arrived at the checkpoint that Willis had given him the coordinates to, he could see that the CIA agent was already in the middle of a fight and he sprung into action. He got his weapons ready and ran out of the car and down the hill, taking down two pirates that had been too busy trying to kill Willis to notice him running up behind them with a machete in his hand.

It was wonderfully, ridiculously, absurdly easy to get past the first and second circle of men so that he could make his way to Willis’ side. For his part, Willis did look genuinely grateful to see him – even if it was undercut by him snapping, “It took you long enough to get here.” Which forced Grant to remind himself that even if he really didn’t like the CIA agent, that didn’t mean that he deserved to die.

Or be left to die on his own, at the mercy of dozens of pirates with an ax to grind for the both of them. So all he could really do was explain with gritted teeth that he had gotten there as fast as he could and the two of them decided to let the subject drop before they ended up being surrounded by Vaas’ men once again. They both knew that it wouldn’t take long before more of them were coming to kill them.

There were so many of the pirates, hanging around every corner of the islands. It seemed impossible how many of the pirates were still there, thriving on the island, but it was just the topsy-turvy reality that the island operated under.

Willis ran to the back of the helicopter as he noticed smoke coming from the engine. “Son of a bitch!” Willis cursed to himself under his breath, before he turned to address Grant, who was standing by waiting for some kind of direction. “They blew the goddamn-” He tried to explain but noticed a group of pirates congregating in the background. “We got trouble, I need to fix this- just make sure that I don’t get killed or you never find out where your brother is.”

Willis was definitely trying to come off as threatening but it seemed desperate more than anything else so Grant disregarded what the man said out of hand. Once he fully processed what Willis had said, he was struck with the realization that he was talking about Riley and he went fully into auto-pilot.

He struck down pirate after pirate, giving them everything that he had – filling them with both bullets and arrows, running at them with his machete, throwing knives and lobbing grenades and molotov's at them – anything to get the lot of them down, anything to make sure that he could figure out where exactly Riley was, if he was alive or dead, if he should just start mourning him already.

Somehow, the both of them made it through – with dozens of dead pirates at Grant’s feet, blood and dirt caking his skin and a heavy exhaustion coming over him as he finally allowed himself to relax. He looked over at Willis for a moment before he walked over to the man. “You know where my brother is?” He asked in a tired and world-weary sort of way.

“I don’t have an exact location on your brother.” Willis said, “On Riley at least. I know where the other brother is. What a fucking mess that is- anyways, I don’t have the exact location on Riley, but I know he’s messed up somewhere in Hoyt’s inner circle. Fortunately, for you, I got an operative in deep cover there.” He handed Grant a folder with information on the man that he should be looking for – a man by the name of Sam Becker.

The American looked it over for a moment before he grits his teeth in frustration as he had been hoping that it would be even slightly less complicated than it was. “That’s it?” He snapped back, his tone reeking of indignant anger and disappointment. “The name of one of your operatives is all you can give me? What if he’s dead already? What if he’s-” He groaned and threw his hands up in frustration. “You know what? Fine. It’s better than nothing.”

Grant was walking off again, back in the direction of the truck he had come here in when he was called back one more time by Willis. “Wait, Grant, before you go I got one more thing for you.” Willis said, loud enough to draw the attention of the whole lower half of the island, as he stepped up onto the footholds at the outside of the aircraft. “Your friend Keith. He’s stuck with…er, with one of Hoyt’s men has him, a man named Buck Hughes. He’s somewhere in Bad Town, so I’d suggest looking for Buck back in town.”

Grant was fuming, “He was in Bad Town the whole time?” He snapped, “And you waited all of this time to tell me, what are you… are you fucking kidding me?” He squeezed his fist, digging his fingernails into his palm to stop himself from hitting the CIA agent for hiding this from him for so long. He didn’t bother to really ask, “Why?” because he was pretty sure that he already knew the answer.

Willis said something in response before he fully climbed into the helicopter, but he couldn’t really hear what the man had said over the reverb of the helicopter. Grant didn’t bother to try and figure out exactly what he was trying to say. He waved his hand in dismissal as he walked off, deciding to go back to the village to see if anyone needed his help.

Jason had been seeking out Grant, wanting to talk to him about a vaguely plotted out plan that he had to undermine Hoyt’s efforts from right under his nose – he knew that he would need his brothers' help sooner or later, if he was going to pull this off he couldn’t just do it alone. The idea had come to him quickly and he felt the need to talk it over with Grant first – and he just wanted to see his brother again and catch up with him.

So he had decided to go to a place that he knew Grant would come to sooner or later – Amanaki Village. At first, he tried to keep his presence under wraps – worrying that one or two of the villagers would recognize him as Vaas’ omega. He knew that some rumors had spread around about him, even though Vaas had made sure that the pirates knew the consequences of disrespecting him or Jason.

Still, he seemed to be able to blend into the village seemingly unnoticed. He kept a low profile as he took to sleuthing around the area, looking out for signs of his brother – knowing that he was bound to return sooner or later.

And he was perfectly fine with doing that as long as he needed to, right up until the moment where he saw the man that had attacked him a few days ago. He sighed and muttered out a string of curses to himself as he confidently charged towards the man.

Dennis must have not seen him coming, or expected that he would be prepared for a fight, because Jason had overpowered him in moments and questioned the older man with a machete pointed at his throat. “Who the hell are you?” He snapped, asking too fast for Dennis to appropriately answer, “Why did you attack me?”

Dennis swallowed audibly, hyper-aware of the danger before him, but he did not speak up. He was resolute that any answer that he gave the omega had the chance to hurt Citra and her cause. So he said nothing, deciding that the risk of death was well worth it if it meant that Citra could have everything that she wanted and everything that she needed.

It did not take long for Jason to start getting frustrated with him, “What’s wrong with you, huh?” He snapped, “Wh-what are you stupid or something? Did you suddenly become fucking deaf and mute? Answer me.” The omega was acutely aware of a small crowd of concerned villagers, looking on at Jason and Dennis – but decidedly not intervening. He wondered, briefly, if they were waiting to see what he would do before they retaliated.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice come out from the background. “Jason, what the hell?” Grant snapped at him, turning the omega’s attention towards his brother. He looked like he was seriously disappointed in Jason. It oddly reminded him of how overprotective Grant had been when Jason had presented as an omega. Dad had died just the summer before he had presented and Grant had taken it upon himself to take care of the rest of his family to fill the hole that he had left in his wake.

He had always been a little overprotective – he was a good brother, he was never mean or prone to bullying and anytime that anyone was unkind to Jason or Riley, he was always quick to jump to their defense – but once Jason had presented as an omega, he became that much more protective of Jason.

He remembers one time, when he was fifteen and stupid, where Grant had chased out a boyfriend of his that had been sneaking in his room under everyone’s noses down the street. Come to think of it, he doesn’t think that he ever saw that boy again.

So, when he heard Grant speak to him in that sort of way, and look at him with such a disappointed expression, Jason couldn’t help but react to him in the same way that he always had. “But… he-” Jason tried to protest, but all of his thoughts, all of his counterarguments came out as messy and disjointed. After moments of heavy and tense silence between all of them – between Jason, Grant, Dennis and even the villagers that watched in apprehension and interest – dissipated as he let go of Dennis. He stepped back a few times, a sudden feeling of lightheadedness overcoming him. He worked to physically overcome the sensations that had suddenly taken over him.

He held his head tight like he had a migraine – and he might as well have had one, with how off-kilter he was feeling – and squeezed his eyes shut for several moments. When he opened his eyes again, Grant was offering him his hand and asking him if he was feeling alright. Jason didn’t reply to any of his questions and Grant took that as, “Of course not.”

He gently pulled Jason along and he followed suit. Grant waited until the two of them were hidden away in a secure shack before he decided to say anything to Jason about the absolutely deranged outburst that he had just witnessed. “What the hell was that?” He asked once again, looking at Jason with a wary expression.

“What are you talking about?” Jason replied sarcastically, “I mean, isn’t it obvious? I was trying to kill him.” He replied, “And don’t fucking look at me like that, I’m not- I didn’t just go after someone cause I’m crazy, okay? He deserved it, as far as I’m concerned. I would have gone through with it too but…”

Jason sighed in aggravation with himself and with his entire situation, “I haven’t been feeling right. Something’s wrong with me and I can’t put my finger on it. I just feel wrong.” He tried to explain what was going on with him, but felt as though he really wasn’t getting through to the elder Brody. “I, I don’t know what it is… it’s just, it feels so damn weird.”

Grant didn’t know what to say to Jason, as he was just as confused about the omega’s situation as Jason was himself. He settled for pulling the younger closer, letting Jason rest against him for comfort. He was so overwhelmed that he stayed silent for several minutes, accepting the familial affection for what it was.

The realization of what had been going on with him hit him suddenly and he broke away from Grant. “I have to go.” He blurted out, “It’s my… I need to get back to the camp.” He stated less than eloquently and he was just thankful that Grant seemed to understand the gist of what he said.

“Let me help you at least.” The elder Brody sibling offered, still looking at Jason with a wary and worried sort of expression besetting his features.

“Jesus, is it really that bad? Do I really look that helpless?” He asked in a self-deprecating manner, smiling weakly at Grant. Grant smiled at him in a way that very clearly dictated that his answer was obviously ‘Yes, you do.’

He allowed Grant to take him as far as the beach across from where Vaas’ island was perched before he decided that he could make the rest of the way back by himself. He would come back to Amanaki Village another time. When his head was clear again he would make sure that Dennis didn’t try to attack him or kidnap him again. He couldn’t afford those kinds of distractions, and if he needed to kill the man to get him away then he would.

Jason was dizzy and weak as he ran into the cabin that he and Vaas shared. All that he could think was that it was a place that he would be safe in. He could wait there, lock himself in without having to worry about anyone coming after him and taking advantage of him in his weakened and vulnerable state while he eagerly awaited Vaas’ return.

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