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helicrazy · 1 year
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The Combaticon twirls a knife between his claws while sitting near the control panel. Legs are propped up on the wall beside him to not disturb the DJD leader as he activates the Peaceful Tyranny’s autopilot to enter the atmosphere of an apricot-colored planet with grey blotches. A world where Vortex knows for sure he’ll place on his ‘hideous planetary’ list and will have to show Blast Off after the mission to hear their judgment. 
Vortex peers over to a window to get a view of the planet’s surface once the ship aims for the landing area. Catching sight of the inhabitants, small towns, and large cities just like Cybertron. The only difference was the mixture of flesh and metal. At least he and Tarn didn’t have to worry about sticking out too much. Perhaps finding the target will be easier as well. 
The moment the Peaceful Tyranny lands Vortex is up on his pedes, knife tossed up in the air in excitement then returns it into his subspace after catching it. Like he’s been cooped up for far too long he wastes no time heading for the exit of the ship but keeps Tarn in sight so he’s not trailing far. Along the way, he pulls out a data pad to quickly scan through some data of the mech on the list in addition to the planet’s regulations. Specifically for Cybertronians. 
“Looks like our buddy’s last known location is somewhere in the depths of downtown due northwest.” The copter begins to note as he strolls down the ramp of the ship. Sticking an arm out to point a claw in the direction of the city close by. Then tosses the datapad into his subspace before continuing. “We are allowed almost everywhere. The people here have some restricted areas for us but we can always get by with our holoforms.”
He tilts his helm towards Tarn as he pulls the knife back out with a grin and giggles. “Or my personal favorite... enter with force~”
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jangmo-othewarrior · 2 years
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Reincarnation AU Part 2 BABI! Please read Part 1 for context!
BANG!
Byakuya bolted upright as his consciousness was shook awake. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around his precious cargo, and scanned the interior of the helicopter. They were still alone, the only sound being that of the whirring helicopter blades above them. The closed cabin was shaking ever so slightly, from either the blades or turbulence. After assessing the area one more time, Byakuya quickly checked over Taka and Taeko.
The two were both groggy, and protested being moved about. Taka's eyes were full of drowsiness, and he rubbed his head repeatedly as he yawned. No injuries. Taeko was much more awake, and seemed to be far too wary about her situation than Taka. No injuries, but noticeably worried. That wasn't good. Both of them were undressed as well. Byakuya should probably fix tha-
BANG!
Taeko immediately burst into tears. Taka, being the emotional child he was, began to bawl at the sight of his twin's plight. Byakuya felt something settle in his gut. Something raw. Without a word, he gently set the twins down onto one of their old blankets. They stopped most of their cries as Byakuya stalked angrily over to the cockpit door.
"Fucking finally." The pilot grumbled as Byakuya ripped the door open.
The co-pilot -the agent who cared for Taka and Taeko, Byakuya faintly recalls - flinches at the other's words. "H-hello Sir." The co-pilot stuttered, staring at his controls. "We are about 15 minutes away from Future Foundation headquarters, and-"
The aircraft phone, which was the only phone on board, began to buzz non-stop. Suddenly, the pilot spoke up.
"Took you fuckin long enough. Though, I guess Mr. 'Prim and Proper' can take his fuckin time as he pleases." It took Byakuya a second to process the pilot's words. Then, Byakuya's gut started to churn.
"Why exactly did you need me so urgently?" Byakuya hissed out at the pilot. His hand was clenched against the cool, metal cockpit door. His gut swirled like a tornado.
"Ya fucking boyfriend been calling for 25 minutes straight." Growled the pilot. "So fucking answer instead of fuckin around with some shitty ass bastard kids before I nosedive this fuckin copter into the bloody sea." The co-pilot suddenly became very interested in the helicopter controls.
Every nerve in Byakuya's body stilled. All of the burning rage he had accumulated was all turning ice cold. "What gives you the right to say that to me?" As he spoke, Byakuya leaned forward, keeping one hand glued to the door, and his eyes glued on the pilot. "The only thing you have done in your pathetic life is drive an aircraft that hundreds of others could do at the drop of a hat. I could drive this helicopter right now if I wanted to. But," Byakuya grabbed the aircraft's only phone. "that's what people like you are for."
Byakuya turned away from the men, and reached to shut the door. "At least I've never fuckin desecrated one of my classmates corpses, YA-"
BANG!!!
The steps back to Taka and Taeko were filled with tense muscles and muffled profanities. They were holding onto each other, Taeko's head turned underneath Taka's chin. She peeked out to look at him with wet eyes. With a start, Byakuya realized that his door slam must of triggered Taeko even more.
"I'm so sorry Taeko." Kneeling down onto the floor, Byakuya opened his arms slightly. Without hesitation, both children ran into his arms and hugged him. "I was upset and wasn't thinking when I slammed that door, but that is also no excuse."
Taeko leaned back out of the hug. "It's okway. Are you.. okway?"
Taka pipes up from Byakuya's lap. "They wearen't verwy nice."
If there was one thing Byakuya doesn't want to talk about right now, it was his biggest mistake. A deflection appeared in Byakuya's mind. "Do you know... why loud sounds make you upset?" He asked Taeko.
At first, Taeko shakes her head, looking at him like she coud see reight through him. Then suddenly, she blurts out a word. "Car."
"A... car?"
She nods. "The car."
Byakuya thinks for a second. The car? Taeko never mentioned anything about car related trauma. She never got into an accident during school either. Not that she would of told them anything truthful before her death.
Her death. Oh God her death.
"I am never letting you near a fire engine ever again." Byakuya says, looking Taeko in the eye. "And you!" He turns to Taka. "Are never allowed to even look at a hammer for the rest of your life."
"Okway Kuya!" Taka cried out enthusiastically.
It took Byakuya a second. "Kuya?" He questions, only getting giggles in response.
Suddenly, the phone begins buzzing.
Byakuya sucks in a breath. He knows he should answer it, at least for Makoto's sake. However, there was also a strong chance that Makoto would question the presence of children, which would mean that Byakuya would have to explain how he found them, and what he found, and all of the similarities, and the fact that he fully believes that they are also their dead classmates which just makes him sound insane-
Taka lightly slaps his arm to ground him. Taeko holds the phone in her chubby, baby hands. It is still buzzing. She looks up at him with a smirk on her face. Byakuya's gave pales. "Taeko, NO-" She clicks the recieve call button.
"Byakuya? Byakuya! Are you there?" Makoto Naegi's voice echoes in the mainly empty passenger cabin. Everyone is silent. "Please tell me you're alive." Wordlessly, Byakuya picks up the phone.
"I'm here Naegi." He spares a glance at his healing leg. "Alive and well." Makoto sighs deeply in relief. Taka and Taeko stay quiet, watching Byakuya's reactions to the words. Suddenly, another voice enters the call.
"It took you quite a while to to check in, Byakuya." Kyoko Kirigiri's calm and no nonsense attitude shines through her voice, but there was also a small dose of anxious on the edge of her tone. "You normally call as soon as you possibly can. Was the misson compromised?"
Byakuya takes a few seconds to respond. To be honest, he had completely forgotten about the mission in all of the emotional turmoil he had been facing in the past few hours. "No, the misson went fine. We have managed to track down a large portion of the eldest Towa's followers. Agents will be sent within the month, if everything is going to plan."
Another voice joined in on the call. "Thank goodness you managed to find those deviants, Master." Oh God, why him?
"Hello Syo. Is Toko letting you front voluntarily today?"
"She sure is! Who knew that giving up on your passion means that you get to see the world more often?" Distantly, another voice can be heard.
"I don't know if I would call it a 'passion', Syo..."
The clicking of scissors could be heard from the phone. "Oh shut your mouth, Lousy Bob Ross!"
"B-Bob Ross? What kind of insult is that?" Hiro yelps as a sharp thud comes across the phone line.
"Stop making holes in the walls please Syo! Makoto and I set up those targets outside for a reason!" Hina had joined the fray too now, apparently. Good, the gang's all here.
"If the misson is not compromised, why did it take you so long to call, Byakuya?" Kyoko had taken over the conversation again. The line went silent with anticipation.
Byakuya steadied his shaking hands. "Well, on the way back to the rendezvous, I ran into some.. complications."
"Complications? Oh geez are you hurt and didn't tell, Byakuya?" He could feel Aoi's scolding face through the phone.
"Oh, Master!" Syo shouted into the phone with an... interesting tone.
Byakuya leapt at this opportunity to deflect. "Yes, I was inj-"
"It wasn't just that." Kyoko made everyone shut up real fast. Taka and Taeko were looking at Byakuya with something near disapproval. Apparently, they had wanted him to tell his friends about his absurd thoughts over the phone. "Byakuya has been taking quite a while to answer our questions. He is also asking none of his own."
She was right. He normally asked them millions of questions after missions. It didn't matter who went and who stayed, he was always the one asking the most questions.
"Doesn't that mean he is injured?" Hiro asked Kyoko.
"Not necessarily. Byakuya usually has a certain tone of voice when injured. He also acts as normal as possible, which means the questions would be present as well." Why was he friends with the ultimate detective. "So there has to be another reason for his actions. Right, Makoto?"
"Yeah..." Makoto mused. Wow, isn't this a blast from the past. "So if he's not seriously injured, he must be pausing because... he's looking at someone?"
Goddammit Makoto.
I-I don't know what you are talking about.. "
"You're nervous too." Kyoko stated. "Scared even. Whoever this person is is causing you distress." And with that, Byakuya's world started to spin.
Oh no. Oh no oh no(Everything was clamping up) oh no oh no (He couldn't breathe) they'll find out they'll hate me (He couldn't breathe) I'll be alone for the rest of my life-
"KUYA!" The world came back into focus with a combined shout of a pair of twins. Taeko was grasping onto his arm with a vicegrip. Taka was practically on top of him, tears brimming in his eyes.
"Byakuya! Are you okay?" Makoto's voice whirred out of the upside down phone on the floor. Shaking, Byakuya picked it up. "Byakuya?"
Byakuya opened his mouth to respond, to reassure Makoto, but nothing came out. He tried again. Nothing but a choked noise from the back of his throat. Was he dying? Oh God he was dying wasn't he-
"Okay, okay. Can you lay down for me Byakuya?" He did so. Taka climbed off of him, but kept a hand on his other arm. "Alright, do you remember the breathing technique Ms. Gokuhara taught us?"
It was a bit hard to recall, but he nodded. He tried to take in a breath, but it stuttered. Taka and Taeko shared worried glances to each other.
"Lay down for me, will you?" Makoto's voice was calm and quiet. None of the others were speaking. "In for 7, hold for 4, release for 8, remember?" With Makoto's advice, Byakuay slowly began to ground himself. The more time passed the better he felt. He had probably been having a panic attack ever since the pilot mentioned... that.
"Are you feeling better, Byakuya?" Aoi's voice gently wavered through the phone. "We're sorry that we overwhelmed you." Everyone else voiced their apologies and worries.
"It's fine everyone. There was no way you could of known the entire situation."
"I especially need to apologize, Byakuya." Kyoko's voice cut through the others. "I had thought that you were being held at gunpoint, or held hostage. I didn't expect... children."
Taka and Taeko giggled at her words. The phone released an audience of 'Aww..'s.
"Yeah, I don't blame you not thinking of them."
Kyoko paused. "Them? You have multiple children with you?"
Byakuya felt the need to face palm. "Uhhh... yes?" The phone was silent for a moment before it suddenly erupted into a symphony of questions.
"What are their names?"
"How many are there?"
"How open are they to violence?"
"What are their star signs?
"How old are they? Is there an age difference?"
"Everyone slow down!" Byakuya yelped, holding the phone out of Taka's eager reach.
"Hiii!!" Taka yells at the phone. Byakuya thought for a moment that the others hadn't heard him, but a squeal soon proved him wrong.
"Eeeeeee They sound so cute!" It took him a second to recover to Aoi's screech. "What's their name? What are they like? What-"
"Let's wait until the helicopter arrives for anymore questions." Byakuya needed time to prepare what he was going to say. Aoi huffed at his response.
"I think you won't have to wait long, Aoi." Hiro cut it. "I can see the helicopter coming in."
"In what? Your future vision?" Syo cackled.
"In the window."
Chaos erupted from the phone. Loud footsteps. An object breaking. Something fell over. Syo cursed. Everything ended with one sentence. "See you soon, guys!" The line went dead, and Byakuya was surrounded by silence and two should-be-dead friends.
Byakuya sucked in a deep breath. Everything comes down to the nest few minutes. He'll either be casted out (exile exile exile) or, in some inconceivable manner, believed. He could feel the helicopter making its descent.
"Could.." Byakuya turned to the children. "Could you guys.. stay up here for a bit? Just so that I can explain everything to them." Taka and Taeko simply stared up at him. "Alright then. Good talk."
It also occurred to Byakuya, as he looked at his friends, that both of them were technically naked. Hurriedly, he tied the old blankets around their waists the best he could.
The helicopter touched down. The blades began to slow in their spinning. The back door began to lower itself onto the ground.
Taking one last look at Taka and Taeko, Byakuya turned to face the now-open door, where, about 30 feet away, stood 5 indistinguishable silhouettes.
Well, here goes nothing.
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polyhexianchicken · 1 year
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"- but despite your current state, otherwise, suprisingly healthy."
"Really though Whirl, this didn't just happen from one day to the next, surely your tank would've given you warnings months before it got this bad, didn't it?"
"....I ignored 'em." Whirl admitted with a heavy sigh, feeling quite cramped in this small medical office, seated on the edge of the examination berth, optic not quite looking at the frightningly tall Seeker that was the medic doing his check-up today. He still can't believe the mech wanted to become a medic with a name like 'Bonestrike'?!
Anyway. He's getting distracted and zoning out again, which is apparantly making the pastel purple medic worried. "Whirl..." Oh how he hates that tone, it's that stupid convoluted pitiful tone that only seems to be used on Whirl. And he hates it, did he already say that?
"I know.. your history hasn't given you the best light with medics but if you would check out problems sooner, we wouldn't be here, and your tank wouldn't reach it's breaking point of turning septic. Your Engex intake, while yes it supplies the energy your frame needs, isn't the best to solely consume. You drink more Engex in one day than the higher average does in a month! Frankly, looking at the scans I'm pretty sure it should've ruptured from the acidic burns at the bottom weeks ago. You're seriously lucked out that your frame is bizzarely sturdy. Injuries and problem's that you're currently dealing with would have most mechs dead!"
Primus. This is exactly why he doesn't go to medics, he can't stand these lectures.
"There's also an entire different story with your joints and frame in general, while your knowledge is employeable, your self-patching- up hasn't exactly been top notch... but, you can still function normally with these in place for the moment, so those will be discussed next time."
The medic can see Whirl is doing is damn best to not listen to him, so he taps Whirl's knee to get the copter mech to focus on him.
"I am graciously not instantly signing you up for surgical correction after your request.. but only if it'll correct itself."
Whirl let out a small chuff of relief at that, tensing his thighs and letting them hang loosely again as he shifts in his seated position, looking up again, since it seems like Bonestrike is finally wrapping it up.
"You really ought to be more careful though. Your frame is showing signs of recent injuries, and while yes, your frame is sturdy, I fear a substantial amount of force to your general chassis area could very well bend it and make your spark chamber snap from an cave-in. Try to be careful, will you?"
"Mh. I'll try."
"Also, to bring down the acidic levels, refrain from consuming more than one cube of light grade engex per cycle-"
"Per cycle?!" Oh, oh no this won't do. Whirl stands up, arms angling outwards as if preparing for a fight, to which the medic simply responds by firmly, yet still with a gentle touch, pushing him back down with a splayed servo. He.. he can't believe this. One cube per cycle? Engex was his sole enjoyment of consuming at all! Engex was the only thing that gave him any other sense of feeling something different such as the pleasant warmth and buzz overcharge could bring- and now he's supposed to cut down to one?! That'll do nothing for him!
"No, no, you don't understand, I can't- This is unfair I can't just cut down in an instant are you out of your god damn fragging MIND-"
"If you don't then you'll risk your tank either exploding or rupturing, and then you'll be put under for surgery and a replacement wether you like it or not, Whirl."
"..." That silences his rant, stopping him from pushing the winged mech backwards, simply staring at him with an eerie silence, optic burning daggers into the other.
"It's either cutting back, or surgery. It's your choice."
"...Hrgh. Fine. For how long?"
"I don't know. Since this a case unlike any other, I can't predict anything. You'll have to come back in 2 weeks to check if there was any improvement at all."
A defeated sigh, and Whirl knocks his claw against the top of his helm in rapid succession, a motion he's learnt to do where he used to be able to pinch his nosebridge. "Frag sake I hate this- Fine! Fine, I concurr, I'll try to lay low and.. not fight, or drink... for now."
"That's all I ask of you, truly...If you need help, we do have offers of supporting chari-"
"No. I can do this by myself." A pause. "Thanks though."
"Are you sure...? You certainly don't seem happy with anything-"
"It's a frag ton to process, alright? I'll manage, just you wait- I can hold back on everything!"
"...If you're sure.. I'm still sending you the infopamphlets just in case." The medic leans forward to undock his diagnostical cables from the side of Whirl's cockpit, the cables snaking back in an instant.
"Alright, I've sent you everything, including instructions on what activities not to do and what to consume for the time being. Please organise a follow-up Check-Up at the receptiondesk."
"Mh. M'kay. Thanks.. Bonestrike."
"See you in two weeks, Whirl. Please take care."
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a-table-of-fics · 2 years
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Oddworld: Conar's Ambition, Chapter 9, Draft 1, Part 8
They waited with bated breath. And waited. And waited.
Slim tried to step out, but Conar tried to pull him back into the hiding spot.
“What? I don’t hear him anymore!”
He broke free, stepping out of the hiding spot and scanning the skies. After a few moments, he shrugged and turned back. Conar slowly stepped forward, while Chairman rushed ahead. The Slog’s head tilted this way and that, and he started to sniff the air.
“What’s with him?”
“Must be hearin’ something,” Conar said, looking as Chairman instinctively shrank back. “Could still be the Copter. We oughta move.”
Using Chairman as a general compass away from Slig Copters, they headed out. They kept to shadows and side streets, but had to resort to ducking behind trash and machinery at times. A few times, Conar had to pull Slim aside to keep him from gagging in smog and blowing their cover. It was difficult to find clearer airs to drag his face to, especially since he couldn’t see anything himself, but it was necessary as they approached Coughworth’s Station.
Actually getting into a train to FeeCo, let alone the Fleech Fields, would prove difficult, however. Train security had tightened since whatever it was Abe had done. There were Copters and Slogs everywhere, on top of the regular Slig patrols Conar would have expected. They even saw a Big Bro standing guard in the boarding area.
“Damn,” Conar muttered, looking past a Bounce Vendo, “they got the joint airtight. You got any ideas, Slim?
“…Slim?”
He looked back, and Slim seemed to be fixated on a patch of that green and yellow mold they were warned to keep from getting into Slog Huts. To Conar’s disgust and confusion, Slim raised a shaking hand, gently placing his fingertips on the disgusting and dangerous stuff. His body twitched, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly turned back to Conar.
“We’ll find justice in deeper bogs, and we shall team up with the Slogs.”
“What the--?”
“For now, though, we’ll have to reside in cargo and with Meep crates hide.”
Smack!
Slim fell to the floor, startling a couple of Ratz who just shook their heads and hopped away.
“I think I see why that Spooce crap’s dangerous,” Conar said. “Makes you guys act all weird.”
“Ow…”
Slim’s eyes refocused, and he slowly got back up.
“…I think… I just saw what we gotta do…”
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tnlbarth-blog · 8 months
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July 21 2023 - 4:32pm
Trigger Warning: Talk of Hospitals, coma, vehicle accidents, and death
Warning: All people places and things resembling any real people places or things are merely coincidence and are not to be taken as such.
Eight years ago I visited my father in the hospital while he lay in a coma. It was the first visit of a week of visiting him in a coma. But I didn't know.
I don't remember too many of the details I had disassociated most of the week.
The night before I had woken up to go to the bathroom when my cellphone rang. I was tired but I picked up my phone to answer anyway. I was late to pick it up at first but then there was a voice mail. Instead of waiting until morning to listen to it like I would have any other night I got a bad feeling in my gut. So I called my voicemail and I heard my uncle's (my father's brother) voice.
"Hey, I need you to call me back as soon as you can."
His voice was shaky and upset. It wasn't his normal upset, he sounded worried and scared even though he tried to stay as calm as he could.
I called him back instantly. I was scared now too. He and my father lived together at the time and I worried that something happened.
He answered right away. The phone didn't even ring twice. I asked him what was up. And that is when I got the worse news of my life.
"Your father has been in an accident on his motorcycle and is in the hospital in a coma."
I was so upset but I stayed strong while I was on the phone with him. He told me that everyone was going to see him at the hospital the next day. The hospital that my father has been coptered to was 3 counties away and I didn't have a way to get there, no car, no license.
The next day, I don't remember much. I did a lot of crying. I was worried sick. I watched my father lay in the hospital bed unmoving, unresponsive. As my brother comforted me. It was a hard site to take in. This powerful man laying in a hospital gown under one of those thin but pretty warm blankets of theirs. There were wires everywhere and all of them were attached to him. He had compression sleeves on his ankles. He was bruised and scratched up. And his glasses were gone.
My father's family were there. Five out of six of his siblings and their spouses. His mom, some of my cousins even his best friend.
The rest of the week we waited. We went up there and sat in the waiting room. The doctor came and talked to us a bunch of times letting us know what was happening and my aunt (my father's sister-in-law) always seemed to have all the questions. I was quiet most of the time. I brought my sketchbook and drew. Some nights we even stayed at the hospital sleeping in waiting areas or roaming the hospital. The family helped pay for my meals since I was too poor to buy my own. They also drove me back and forth to the hospital and home.
At the end of the week we found out that he had a condition that was slowly killing his whole brain. They told us that even if he did wake up he was never going to be the same. That he would need assistance to live. My father has always told us that if he wound up in a coma that he wanted us to, "pull the plug."
I didn't want to do that but the doctor showed us scans and explained everything. And I couldn't go against his wishes. My Granna (his mom) didn't want to do it either but it was hard to refute the rest of the family. I don't think she ever forgave me and my siblings since we were appointed to his power of attorney. We had the last say on everything.
To me it felt like we were killing him. I knew technically he was already dead. The doctors told us that he was basically alive by the machines.
That last day we all went and said our good byes and I remember crying hard. I didn't want to say good bye I still needed him.
We had the option to stay for his last breath. I opted out. I knew for sure I couldn't do it. I hung out with another uncle (another brother of my father) of mine while it happened. And on July 28th 2015 he took his last breath.
I cried and cried. My brother who is tough didn't cry around the family. Instead he and I stepped out into the hall where he cried on my shoulder for the first and only time since we're children.
My father was 52 years old when he died.
Regards
TNL Barth
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officialchellportal · 4 years
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fangirl3200 · 2 years
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I wanted to write something for Valentine’s Day because it’s cute. This was very rushed and may not be very good but it’s what I got. Also what are these things called because I called them energon tools. idk their real name
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Yeah these things.
Anyway, this is sort of two years after season 4. On a Sunday where they’re altogether for dinner.
Also Cody and Frankie are like 16 now.
Genre: fluff
Ships: Cody x Frankie, Blades x Heatwave a little bit
No title because they’re unnecessary, it’s a valentines story
“Hey Cody, what are you working on?” Blades looked over Cody’s shoulder as he worked furiously at something, “and why are you in the bunker instead of the garage with everyone else?”
Cody twisted around and covered Blades’ view of his project, “nothing, it’s just for school,” he didn’t lie very often and was really bad at it.
Blades squinted, “rigid posture, rapid blinking, nervous smile, I think you’re lying!” He pointed accusingly.
“What?” Cody laughed off the accusation, “why would I lie? You know me, Blades, I don’t lie.”
“Not usually, that’s what makes it obvious when you do”
“Why would I even lie to you about schoolwork?” Cody waved Blades off.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” blades squinted more and leaned even closer.
Cody laughed at a higher pitch.
After an uncomfortable minute, the garage floor lowered and Chief Burns and Heatwave came down.
“What are you two doing?” Heatwave asked as he walked over.
“Cody’s hiding something from me,” Blades straightened back up but kept his arms crossed.
“Cody? Hiding something?” Heatwave looked down at the blonde, who was pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Son, is this true?” Chief Burns walked over.
“Look, it’s…it’s a gift for…a friend,” he fumbled an explanation.
“It’s a valentine's gift for Frankie isn’t it?” Chief smiled at his son who was looking at the floor.
“How did-…Yeah, ok? It is,” he admitted, “now please leave me alone.”
The Chief smiled and patted Cody’s back, “ok, I’ll get what I came down for and head back up.”
“One question though,” Blades said, “What is Valentine’s Day?”
“A day where people give gifts to people they love,” Cody explained.
“Don’t people do that on every holiday?” Heatwave asked.
The Chief came back with the book he came for, “on valentines it’s usually only gifts for people you love romantically.”
“Oh, OH. oh,” Blades said, realizing what Cody’s gift would mean, “AWWWWWWW”
Cody sighed.
“So what’s the gift?” Heatwave asked after a quiet moment.
“It’s something Graham helped me design, a mini gyroscope in a vacuum tube. It will spin forever as long as the seal isn’t broken.”
“So science stuff,” Heatwave smirked.
“Yeah, I know, it’s stupid-“
“She’ll love it,” Heatwave said, “especially since it’s from you,”
Cody finally looked up, “thanks Heatwave, I just hope I can get it done in time for school tomorrow”
“Hey Cody, what are you doing down there?” Frankie’s head peeped through the fire pole gap, “they’re about to start dishing pie!”
“Coming, Frankie,” Cody dashed towards the elevator but turned as he ran, “you guys come too! And don’t touch my ‘school project’.”
“We’ll be there in a sec,” Heatwave called,”I still have to get what I came for.” They waited while the elevator took Cody back to the garage.
“I’ll only be a moment, wait for me ok?” Heatwave explained.
“Ok,” blades nodded.
Heatwave dashed behind the corner and into his small storage area. Each bots was allowed a small closet size of space. Heatwave had used it to mostly store the energon tools he didn’t want to carry around but underneath them, he kept a few sentimental items. One of Kade’s old fire helmets, a rusted piece of the boat he had scanned so many years ago, a holopicture of his team right after they graduated, and the thing he was looking for now, a bright red beanbag that would easily fit any of the bots. He dragged it toward the tv.
“Hey Blades,” he called quietly and the copter bots walked over to where Heatwave had set the beanbag. Blades gasped and smiled.
“I bought this for the team but didn’t really want them knowing it’s from me. Figured you could say that you bought it.”
Blades was almost jumping up and down, “thank you so much, Heatwave!” He whisper shouted.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Blades,” Heatwave smiled and patted the other bot’s back, “but this wasn’t from me, remember?”
“Ok,” Blades was too happy to get hung up on little details.
“Are you two coming back?” Kade asked down the hole.
“Nope!” Blades shouted, settling nicely into the sack.
“Yes, Kade, we’re coming back,” Heatwave had to practically drag his friend back.
“Wait, was that a romantic gift like Cody said?” Blades whispered.
“What? No, no” Heatwave groaned, “I didn’t know that it was a romantic thing ok?”
“I guess,” Blades crossed his arms, “I guess we do have next year.”
*magical scene change*
The next day (valentines day)
“Hey Frankie!” Cody called, running through the crowd. He had accidentally slept through his alarm, and was later than he would’ve liked to be.
“Hey, Cody!” Frankie smiled as he wiggled his way towards her, “Got a valentine this year?” She lightly teased.
“That depends,” Cody offered her the tube with the gyroscope, “do you want to be my valentine?”
Frankie was shocked for a short second but smiled, “of course!” She hugged Cody, “I was wondering when you’d finally ask.” She started to walk toward her next class.
“W-what do you mean?” Cody stopped her as she reached the door.
“Like Blades said yesterday, you’re a terrible liar,” she pecked him on the cheek and ducked into her class just as the bell rang.
Hope you liked it ❤️
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Day 6: Because they think they’re going to die
Summary: After the lightning strikes and collapses the hole, Eddie’s radio starts working.
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“Eddie!” Buck yells. He runs to where the hole in the mud just was, there’s not even a trace of it now. “No!” He falls to his knees, clawing senselessly at the cold mud. “Eddie!” Before Buck can do much more, Bobby grabs him and tries to pull him away from the mud, they stumble, causing Bobby to fall with Buck in his arms. “Ed-Eddie,” Buck breathes, eyes wide, clinging to Bobby.
“I know, kid. I-” Bobby says gently. “We-”
“Hey!” Eddie’s voice crackles through their radios. Buck’s heart freezes in his chest. “I’m still alive down here! I’m still alive down here!”
His friend’s voice snaps Buck out of his haze. Eddie’s alive. Bobby helps Buck to his feet and the team rushes to stand under the tents out of the pummeling rain. Hen and Chim cast worried glances at Buck but he ignores them, eyes fixed on his radio.
“We hear you, Eddie,” Bobby says into his radio.
“What can you see, Eds?” Chimney asks quickly.
“Uh, lots of mud, it’s really dark and I think my light is going out.” There’s the sound of movement and then, “Shit. There’s some water and I think it’s rising. It’s s-so cold.”
“How fast is the water rising?” Bobby prompts.
“Pretty fast, cap,” Eddie sighs. “I don’t have a lot of space down here.”
“Hang tight,” Bobby says. “We’re going to get you out.” He turns off his mic and says, “Chim, Hen go get the rest of the guys we need to find him, now.” Hen and Chimney nod quickly and rush off, turning their collars up against the rain.
“Buck?” Eddie asks quietly into his mic a few seconds later.
“I’m here,” Buck fights to keep his voice even. He clutches his radio tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white.
“I’m sorry, Buck.”
“Stop,” Buck begs, he shakes his head. Buck can’t tell if the water on his cheeks is from rain or tears. “Please, you’re not dying down there, Eddie. You need to make it out of there.” Buck knows Bobby is watching him nervously, waiting for him to break down again. He ignores him. All that matters right now is Eddie.
“Listen to me,” Eddie demands. “I need you to hear this. I love you, Buck.” Buck lets out a shaky gasp and tears start to flow down his cheeks in earnest now. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner but I was so scared. You’re my best friend, Buck.” Buck can picture the sad smile on his face as he says that.
“Eddie…” Buck can’t get the words out. He wants to tell Eddie that he loves him too, but the words get stuck in his throat. Upon seeing Buck grow pale, Bobby moves in closer, wrapping an arm around Buck’s shoulders.
“You-you don’t have to say it back,” Eddie tells him when Buck doesn’t say anything more. “I just...I needed you to know that before I’m gone. I love you, Buck. More than words could ever explain.”
“Eddie-”
“Take care of Chris and-and tell him that I love him and I’m sorry, please. Evan, I love-” Eddie’s mic crackles.
“Eddie!” Buck shouts into his radio. “Eddie! Please! Can you hear me?” The radio is silent. “Eddie! I-” He cuts himself off with a gasping sob as Bobby lowers him to the ground, holding him tight.
“Cap,” Chim says, his face grave. “If we want to have any shot of getting him out we need to figure out a plan. Now.”
“Okay,” Bobby looks up. “Gather everyone we’ve got. Let’s get our boy.”
...
Bobby stands beside Buck, an arm still around him in case he falls again. Since Eddie’s radio went dead, Buck hasn’t said a word. His face has morphed into stone and he stares blankly at the mud. Bobby can see glimmers of the navy seal Buck once wanted to be.
“Okay, listen up,” Bobby addresses the team. “Buck is gonna get some thermal cams. We are going to fan out and do a grid search. Chimney is going to have oxygen tanks and warming blankets standing by. We’re going to start at the well and go outward in concentric circles.”
“LAPD copters are on the way,” someone pipes up. “We’ll use their thermal imaging to scan the area, try to find Diaz’s heat signature.”
“Won’t be easy.”
All heads whip to the source of the voice. It’s Eddie, his suit all muddy and his eyes red, stumbling towards them.
“Eddie!” Buck shouts. His stony facade breaks as he sprints towards his friend, catching him as Eddie starts to fall. “You asshole,” Buck accuses, bringing his hand to Eddie’s cheek. Without thinking, Buck brings their lips together, he doesn’t care that Eddie is cold and dirty, all he cares is that he’s alive. “I love you too.”
Eddie gives Buck an exhausted smile, “I’m glad to hear that.” Buck rolls his eyes and hugs him tight. “Now I believe I heard something about warming blankets?”
“Come on, Eds,” Buck stands and helps Eddie to his feet, Bobby coming to support Eddie’s other side. “Let’s get you home.”
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Escape: To Salvation Ch: 12
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Blake X Val
Summery: Blake wakes up in the hell town known as Templegate. confused and alone he must fight through both his past and present for his future. however, hallucinations of festering demons haunt him along with something else more of mortal blood. now he must fight to keep his nightmares and reality separate or succumb to the deadly wilds. however is he truly as alone as he feels in this world?  
status: complete
rated: M - fowl language, sensitive topics, and gore
previous chap: Escape: To Salvation CH:11
next chap: Escape: To Salvation CH:13
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~Ch:12 Deep freeze~
they left the small camp with their warm clothing slung around a shoulder, the gun slung over the other for blake. He let out a few deep calming breaths after a bit of walking into the higher altitudes. His lungs were always used to just above sea level not the highlands. “geeze, get a hold of yourself.” he thought to himself as he painfully wheezed. Confused on if it was the lack of air in the mountain lands or his asthma acting up from difficulty walking steep slopes. “just look forward.” he wheezed as he walked along. Night arriving by the time they found, what he assumed to be, the seasonal river. A small channel of smoothed rocks clustered together just like the bottom of a river. Smoothed out sand with defining edges of where the water flowed down. “just follow this through the mountain then … down to a canyon … through a forest and a waterfall. Then we'll be at the town.” Blake wheezed. “just about.” Val said to him, standing by for Blake to catch his breath. Blake continued along with a shiver. The cold being much worse the farther he followed the frozen channel. “shouldn't we wait for you to catch your breath?” Val asked. “i am not sure if that's even possible. … this mountain is lacking the air. … cant talk, mite pass out.” he wheezed, getting lightheaded already after a couple sentences. “can you stand to go further? There's still higher climbing ahead.” Val spoke with both concern and mild warning over Blakes worsening condition. He nodded his head as he walked on, taking deep breaths with every step. Stopping at the sound of a crunch underneath his boot. “snow?” he thought. feeling the sudden cold underneath it. “snow in Arizona. Hell has finally frozen over.” Blake joked to himself as he trudged up through the snow. “we should layer up now that we've reached the snow. Watch where you step. The snow can hide some deep holes sometimes.” Val spoke as she unrolled the thick clothing. “no worries … I'll be slow.” he wheezed while layering up. Only getting a few feet in the deep snow before stopping from lightheadedness. The layers feeling uncomfortably heavy now that they were no longer in a tight roll on his back. “fuck.” he thought with a heavy swallow. “need to rest?” Val asked. “no. … no.” he wheezed, attempting to move with only a shaking struggle through his legs. The sound of a hunting helicopter drawing near making them still at the snows edge. Crouching low against the snow to wait for the menace to pass. Watching the large military copter hover along the mountain side in a slow search. A large beam of spot light scouring over the land. “they shouldn't notice us while we remain still. We'd just look like rocks from above.” Val spoke sitting by Blake as they watched the hovering copter. The once bright spot light shutting off suddenly as it remained still. “are you sure?” Blake wheezed at the strange action. The hovering threat suddenly snapping to fly in their direction as if they were heard. “it shouldn't.” Val repeated. Blakes heart jumping into his throat when the helicopter slowed near them. The frightening sound of a machine gun revving up above them. Blake in an instant grabbed Val to bolt from their place in the snow. Bullets whizzing by as it mulched through the snow barely a foot away. “run!” Blake shouted, as he pushed his body forward despite the wheezing. The copter following them aggressively through the freezing darkness. “it shouldn't have seen us!” Val spoke as she was ran just ahead of Blake. He didn't have time to answer between his wheezing. “i have to ditch these clothes.” he thought, quickly shedding the layers to lose all the weight dragging him down. “what are you doing?!” Val shouted as she watched him discard the protective clothing. More bullets whizzing by causing them to separate. Losing sight of each other as they passed by multiple trees in the thickening forest. Blake taking a hard dive into the thick snow after smashing his leg into a covered rock. He laid there wheezing in pain unable to raise as the helicopter dangerously approached. He laid there frozen underneath the snow for his painful death to come. Watching the helicopter pause over head for a moment, taking a slow turn as if scanning the area before bolting toward the direction Val went. “did it see me?” Blake thought confused. It spotted them so clearly from afar, what changed? He wheezed a little longer to regain his breath. Jumping to his feet at the far echoing sound of gunshots. “she'll be alright. she'll be alright.” he swallowed thickly with tears building up in his eyes as he ran through numbing wind. Heart jumping into his throat when he heard more distant gunshots. He watched a small amount of red light at the bottom of the copter. The only thing he was able to see in the current darkness. By how fast the small light moved he could tell It was viciously chasing something. “they couldn't have found her.” he thought. Nearly jumping out of his skin as a bullet blasted a chunk of earth away from his legs. He had no time to look where the bullets origin was. Only running to the nearest group of trees. Looking around the large trunks to see a group of foot soldiers walking toward him with bright red goggles. Covered in thick black gear made for defended insulation in the cold. He pulled out the long rifle from around his shoulder. Discovering through his aim that he could actually see through the dark. Blasting the leg of two men before the rest grew smart enough to hide by cover. Blake jumping when the helicopter shot off more bullets. Going farther and farther away into the distance. With quick thinking he looked through the scope to aim at the small amount of see able windshield. Blasting off a few rounds in short burst. The sudden assault catching the flier off guard enough to have it almost crash into a nearby tree. Just barely making it away from the tree trunk in time, but not without damage. The rotor blades being choked by sudden branch hitting having a lasting impact. Blake watching from afar as the helicopter flew off with smoking circling about the red light. blades cutting in and out of rotating by the distant sounds of it. “please be okay!” he thought over Vals situation, turning back to his own with the armed strangers nearby. Hearing them yell about something from their hiding spot. Going quiet after a moment of talking on their side. Blake growing nervous over the sudden silence distracting him from the outreaching hand from the darkness. Grabbing a hold of him by the front of his shirt. His whole body slammed into the lightly snow covered rocky surface dirt. Flinching at being yanked back up to his feet. Opening his eyes to see a large man looming over him with a black metal mask covering the lower half of his face. Seeing more glinting metal over other areas. Blake flinched at the man's fist going up to punch. Reflexively squeezing the gun in his hands to prepare for the hit. Instead hearing a loud bang with a screech of pain following after. Having accidentally shot off the rifle into the man's leg. “you fucking bastard!” wicker roared down onto him. Beating Blake down with even more anger as he tried to struggle free from his grasp. Yanking the gun away from Blake before yanking him up from the blood covered snow. Keeping it difficult for him to grab any footing as wicker yanked him out into the open. Blake struggled and twisted around in his clothing, finally getting free with a kick to the mans bottom jaw. Mainly on pure accidental luck as Blake was aiming for his chest. Being harshly dropped to the dirt giving Blake another chance to kick the man in the gut. Grabbing the now dropped gun before bolting away in the direction of Val. Blake feeling sick to his stomach as blood filled his mouth. Spitting or drooling out a trail of blood. Feeling his lip cut in two places. his nose having the great possibility of being broken along with a few side ribs. There was a lot of yelling from the masked man behind his trail. Blake being far too scared of another beating to look back. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” he repeated in thought through the darkness. Peering through his night scope the entire way as he ran to be able of seeing anything in front of him. A snow storm stirring up thick blasting winds along a wall of white flurry. Choking up at the sight of something red covering parts of a damaged tree. The marks being obvious bullet holes. Coming close Blake could see the red shine under his scope. Confirming his suspicion of its origins. He looked down the tree trunk with the scope following the blood down to a large amount soaked in the snow. His own blood dripping from his nose to mix into the snow as well. The clean snow making the liquid stand out all the more. “fuck.” he thought again, following footprints leading along a trail of blood. Rushing his search despite his asthma kicking him in the lungs as the storm threatened to take more and more of the trail away. The farther he followed the tail the more bullet damage and blood he found. Leading off a edge into a dark abyss. “val!” Blake shouted down to the darkness. Hearing his own voice echo back to him on the howling wind. He looked down through the scope, seeing the bottom wasn't too far. Getting down low before slipping off the edge to land on the hard ground below. Looking again through the scope for some sort of tracks. Discovering another large pool of blood leading up to a partially covered body laying in the snow. Blake stumbled close to carefully examine the body. Heart sinking as he felt the fur clothing soaked in slick blood. He looked through the scope to see her unconscious body through the darkness. Seeing the large wounds covering her side. “The helicopters gun must have gotten her entire side.” he thought with a shiver at the cold. Feeling her breathing shallowly he thought to quickly stitch the wounds shut before moving her. The time to do so being stressed as he heard other voices echoing through the trees. He swallowed thickly while fumbling through his bag. Grabbing stitching wire to try his best at the fastest stitch job in the world. He had no time to properly treat it through cleaning or even in making sure no bullets were left lodged under the skin. He reached the middle wounds when he heard the voices drawing dangerously near. “bloods freezing. With this much missing i am sure the bodies freezing just the same. At least I'll have one body to throw in the lab.” wicker growled, following the trail using a pair of night goggles. Blake tied off the final stitch with shaky hands. Picking up the cold Val in his arms to follow the ditch. Realizing he wouldn't get far with Val continuing to leave a trail of blood behind. Taking out bandages to sloppily, but quickly wrap her entire chest. No time to see if it was too tight before spreading clean snow to cover their tracks. running with her again down the rocky ditch. Wicker let out a growl as he reached the bloody trails end. Finding a lack of tracks to follow from there. “half follow me this way, the rest of you go the other way.” he huffed. “what about your leg?” one officer spoke. “its fine, the metal will support me.” he grumbled, hopping down into the rocky ditch. Becoming frustrated as all his metal joints locked up. The cold having the shifting lubricant freeze up. Wicker let out a growl as he forced the joints free from the quickly forming ice. Chunks of the important liquid cracking off to the ground. Blake ran as far as he could till his lungs burned. Now he was running into another problem, the cold was taking over. He had no protection besides Val with her coat, but even she was getting dangerously cold now. He followed the steep rocky mountain side as far as he could. the snow storm blowing in gifting time with there tracks well covered. The storm taking time as well in how much longer both could survive the cold. He was panicking inside as his world of visibility became a wall of white on one side and dark rock face on the other. The only positive being the sun slowly rising to light up all the white. He stopped momentarily against a large tree. Looking desperately for some kind of shelter. Spotting a dip in the mountain side he rose back to his feet. Trudging his way through the heavy snow to reach the small half room like area. The winds blowing away from the cave kept the snow away, but the large entrance didn't allow much trapping of heat. “fire.” was the first thing that popped into his mind. Grabbing whatever roots were growing between the rock walls. Shakily striking two rocks in his numb hands till a fire sparked alive. Blocking it as well as he could from the small amount of cold wind passing by. “this fires not going to be any good if the heat cant stay around here.” he thought. Looking to Vals bloody fur jacket. “i really need to block this, but the coats keeping her warm. But its covered in blood and is probably attracting all sorts of bacteria that could infect her wounds.” he thought back and forth on taking it to block the entrance. “it would be temporary, just till I get things stable and the storm goes. Then I can make a block with branches when I can travel out.” he thought, carefully moving Val to be close to the fire so as not to lose too much heat. Pinning the jacket across the entrance by cramming pieces into nooks and crannies in the wall. It almost covered the entire entrance besides a few holes around the edges. “feels warmer already.” Blake tried thinking optimistically. Now he had to check over Val again to properly treat her. At least he had light this time around instead of a slim gun scope. He undid all the awkward stitches he set before. Carefully looking for any bullet fragments left behind. Which there were along with multiple wood shrapnel sticking to the blood on her skin. Cleaning the wounds couldn't take long with the bleeding. All the blood covering her he couldn't do anything about. Grinding up a mix of herbs she had taught him about earlier. Delicately smearing the thick cold paste across the long row of wounds. Carefully stitching the multiple holes till he could re-bandage her chest again. He let out a deep calming breath as he finished. Thinking on what else he could possibly do. “wash my hands.” he thought, looking at his blood smeared arms. “look like I murdered someone.” he mumbled as he got up. Going over to scrub his arms with handfuls of snow. Making a snowball to hold against his aching face. Feeling his nose shift at the pressing of snow having him hiss out in pain. Feeling more blood drip from his nose. Trying his best to clean himself up so he could sit by the warm fire again. He felt so exhausted yet he just couldn't sleep. Not till he was sure on Vals condition. She was still breathing without any alarming noises, but she was almost as pale as the snow. Blake tended vigilantly to the fire. Grabbing every single root he could reach to throw into it. Looking out through the holes at the entrance for the storm to pass. Finding it harder and harder to stay awake as the day passed. Some points he wasn't sure if he stayed awake or knocked out momentarily for an hour. He got up to pace a few times. Grabbing snow to eat when he got thirsty. Resting his pained face in a pile of snow he carefully gathered into a pillow shape. Attempting to give Val some water as well through small bits of snow. Hoping she would recuperate blood faster if he did. “what if she doesn't wake up after a couple of days?” he questioned in thought. The idea going down into depressing territory with possibly digging a future grave. He had absolutely no medical equipment to bring her back if her body fell too far. Dropping snow into her mouth was all he could do for now besides tending the fire. He waited till he saw the storm recede. Going out to quickly gather up fresh low branches from the nearby trees. Speeding up more at the howls of wolves in the far distance. The larger branches helping to build up a real fire. “val?” Blake spoke to her unconscious body. “val you have to wake up.” he shook her gently. “please wake up. Please.” he hoped and prayed in his mind. Sighing when no change seemed to be made. He swallowed thickly, rubbing his face to try staying awake. Feeling more awake than ever when pain rushed up through his face when it was rubbed. He hissed in pain while reaching for a fresh handful of snow to dull the pain away. Laying down with the more painful side on a pile of snow. Deciding it was best to rest with not much more he could offer to Val in the moment. It all depended on if she would wake or not. His exhausted body falling asleep to the snow numbing his swollen face with the hot fire warming his back.
“i warned you about the metal. Its does not make you invincible.” the doctor nagged wicker as he slowly reheated the lubricant between the metal joints. The liquid having frozen solid during his hunt in the storm. Ice having badly scraped and popped the metal joints out of place. “a minor set back. Same with that bullet in my leg. More pissed about how that reporter got the gun without the bone shattering knock back.” wicker glared at his leg wound the doctor was tending to. Watching as the doctor yanked out the bullet, with a minor hiss of pain coming from wicker. Wrapping it up without much care for cleaning or stitches as wickers impatience over being fixed was running low. “guns broken after what you did. Throwing it into the river probably changed how it worked as well.” the doctor advised. “i didn't throw it into damn the river.” wicker spoke through gritted teeth. His jaw crackling before popping into place. “put more metal on my damn jaw while your at it.” he demanded as he stood tall. “i told you there's nothing I can do about that. If you weren't so careless and paid just a little attention to your actions you wouldn't get yourself so injured all the time. Keep going like this and you'll end up like Barker.” the doctor glared. “I'll never be Barker!” wicker roared. Grabbing a nearby scalpel to furiously threaten the doctor. “shut up and fix me like you were hired to do! Or else Murkoff will-!” wicker spoke with a commanding roar. Having to grit his teeth together by the end to prevent his jaw from slacking on one side. “murkoff will do what? Fire me, send me off for experiments like every other uncooperative worker? Murkoff is reaching its end. Ever since the fall of mount massive and Waylon released-” the doctor stood his ground with a calm glare. “don't mention that damned name!” wicker loomed over the doctor threateningly. A loud snap ringing from his right jaw hinge. “why not? The damage is done. Murkoffs getting its final nail in the coffin! Country's are hunting down the facilitys all over this earth. There are only this facility and a few others remaining. This company wasn't the invincible god so many higher officers thought. 2 CEOS dead and one remaining, who i am sure will eventually reach a dead end. Workers all over are revolting!” the doctor waved off wickers command. “you have a death wish?!” wicker snapped. “I've had one for a while. Murkoffs taken everything else from me. I cant leave and if i am caught ill end up in jail with everybody else all the same. I find death to be a welcoming peace from every other prison I have now. A riot is growing among the slaves Murkoff can no longer control from their marble throne.” the doctor huffed. Just as the doctor finished wicker slashed the tightly held scalpel. landing a fatal blow at the doctors neck. In an instant blood splattered across wickers face as the doctor fell bleeding out the neck from a cut artery. Wicker glared down at the body with no remorse. Tossing the scalpel to the side to grab some gauze, wiping the blood away from his face. Shifting his bottom jaw back and forth with another scalpel to adjust its settling place with a tight twist on the metal hinge replacement.
Blake woke up to his face resting in a cold puddle, the snow having long been melted. He sat up with a painful groan raising a hand to hold his aching head. He looked over to the still unconscious Val. Hoping she will wake up today or else there would be a big problem. Yawning with a stretch to his feet he looked toward the entrance. “guess it's time to fix up the entrance.” Blake breathed out. It was still difficult for him to breath the thin air, fortunately he was no longer wheezing with every breath. Walking out into the cold snow with a shiver up to the large pine trees surrounding the area. Breaking off any low branches covered in thick pine needles. Struggling to drag them back to the entrance to carefully position them in a heavy tight layer. He worked for hours till he was sure that half the entrance was well covered in branch layers covered in patted on muddy snow. Back inside he made sure to throw more wood onto the fire. Checking on Val for any change. Seeing none he looked back at the fur hanging by the entrance. The new layered branches seemed to be doing a fine enough job keeping the heat in. deciding he could finally take down the fur to return back to Val. Although it was in desperate need of a clean being half covered in a dried blood stain. He spent a few minutes cleaning it off the best he could in the snow. Draping it back over Val so he could leave to finish closing off the other half of the entrance. “so much for going over the mountain.” Blake thought while dragging more branches. “dropped my coat, Vals got a column of holes in her side, helicopters flying over, asthma going to kill me if this air gets any thinner.” he grumbled in his head. Padding muddy snow on the new branches. “who knows where we are now. That snow storm with all that running took me who knows where. I have no idea where the seasonal river is. Val cant help any further either in where we could be.” he thought, letting out a tired sigh as he leaned against the finished entrance. Leaving only a narrow entrance at the very end to go in and out of. Coming inside Blake was surprised to find Val awake. Sitting up to examine the large hole in her clothes partially hiding her heavily stitched up bandaged side. “your finally awake, how long have you been up?” Blake asked, feeling a little bad he wasn't paying attention enough to notice. “not long.” she spoke while carefully examining her side stitches. Looking then to her ruined clothes with annoyance at their state. “i tried my best to make everything okay.” he spoke, adding wood onto the fire. “the stitching fine, I'll have to fix my clothes though. Hate doing that.” she spoke as she began to undress. Blake looking away to anything else as he fidgeted to keep himself occupied from looking back. Sitting down a little away from her. Val didn't mind if Blake looked or not only caring to find the materials needed in her bag. Grabbing the strips of left over leather to use as a thick form of string and a wolf's canine for a needle to pierce holes. Carefully sowing up the large hole in her dress. “what happened to your face?” she asked. Seeing a large bruise spanning across on the side of Blake's face. “oh, i was grabbed and punched a few times. I think the swellings gone down a bit, but i am still having a lot of pain in the middle of my face. It'll probably go away entirely in a few days.” he spoke while slightly feeling his bruised face. Wincing as he touched near his nose. “let me see.” she said, pausing her sowing. Blake getting nervous about going near Val when she had little clothing on. “why? just, finish fixing your clothes first.” he stated, continuing to avoid looking at her. “i want to make sure your healing. Just come here for a moment.” she spoke gently toward Blakes back that was facing her. “it's just swelling. I've been putting snow on it. Its going down, it's fine.” he stated. “if you don't come over here and let me look then I'll have to get up and go over there and look.” Val lightly warned as she sowed a little more. Pausing again when Blake sighed out of both nervousness and frustration. He got up and nervously came close to sit near by. Avoiding eye contact or in looking anywhere near her direction as if his life depended on it. Jumping with a flinch away when he felt both her hands touch his face. “hold still so I can look.” she scolded, grabbing him firmly by his bottom jaw to bring his face close again. Blake allowing her to do so as he grumbled in his mind about tolerating this contact. Still looking anywhere else away from her. Growing increasingly nervous the longer he felt Vals hands on both sides of his face. “i told you it's just swelling it'll-” he started to try and speed up this examination before Val forcefully pressed around his nose that a loud snap was echoed through the room. Val letting go as Blake let out a muffled screech of pain as he covered his pained face. “what the ffff-” he groaned painfully with his eyes shut tight as water built up in both. “your nose was crooked. Its fixed now.” Val calmly spoke as she returned to sowing her dress again. “maybe that's just how my nose was!” he shouted out of pained anger. “i am very sure it wasn't crooked before.” she calmly spoke. “ffff!” he hissed out wanting to shout so many other things but couldn't find his voice for it. The sharp pain finally dulling to an aching pulse having him finally remove his hands from around his face. Opening his watery eyes to take a slow breath through his nose. Discovering it felt completely clear of any blockage. This whole time he just thought the cold was making his nose feel stuffed up not that his nose was broken. “i have to go put my face in snow again.” Blake grumbled. Getting up to go outside without another word. Hearing Val give him a small hum of approval as he left. Outside Blake didn't bother grabbing a handful to hold, simply laying down flat to the ground with his face buried into the snow. Giving out groans of pain as his face throbbed with a growing burning sensation building. He laid out there till he felt his face go numb. Going back inside to sit by the fire. Seeing Val laying nearby using the jacket as a blanket. “hows your nose?” she asked him. “in pain … clear.” he mumbled. Having mixed emotions on his nose being fixed. “the healing will go faster.” she smiled at him. “how many noses have you fixed?!” he grumbled at her. “many, including my own on a few occasions. Fighting was a common thing, after all. I've had to reset many other things over the years. There wasn't exactly any doctors so you had someone else fix you, or you had to fix yourself and hope it healed well.” Val spoke. “ever fixed large wounds on yourself?” he asked. “Have been stabbed quite a few times.” she spoke as if it were nothing. “back in the woods, were you shot by the helicopter or some guy?” Blake asked. Watching Val as she locked onto the blood stain on her clothes with a growing expression of unsettlement. Noticing her going a little pale till she swallowed and looked back toward Blake. “ the flier, I tried hiding behind a tree. Shot right through it going up my side.” she answered, trying to hide exhaustion in her tone. “are we even still near the river?” she asked. “i have no idea. I had to run for a while in the snow storm. Couldn't see past a few feet in front of me the whole night.” Blake answered sadly. “Without your fur gear you won't make It to the other side. Your breathing alone is already crippling your travel up.” Val spoke, looking up at the rock ceiling. “you think the low trail mite provide better cover for us to?” he asked. Time passing by without an answer from Val. “... why did you save me?” she suddenly asked. “why wouldn't I?” was the first answer Blake thought of, but that brought up many reasons why he shouldn't have. Some being extremely personal on why. “i … do you think I shouldn't have?” he asked, instead of giving an answer he couldn't quite figure out himself. “it was a mistake. I no longer have a use and now a drain on supplies. You'd been better off just leaving on your own. i am a burden, burdens cant be kept.” she spoke coldly, despite the matter hanging heavily over her own health. “you don't think that way.” Blake stated with disbelief over Vals words. “i think realistically. I can give nothing, so there is no purpose to bringing me along any further. We should separate here.” she stated with a glare toward the ceiling. “I had nothing to offer. You knew the way, you were going to leave Templegate no matter what. Why stick with me then? Wouldn't I have been a burden?” blake challenged her line of thought. “would you have even come to me if I didn't have something to offer?” she challenged back. “you avoided my question.” Blake glared. “you avoided mine. … it was a mistake.” she repeated with a returning glare. Turning back to stare at the ceiling. “ … i am not leaving you.” Blake ended on his side. He didn't want to just leave her alone to die from her injuries. Getting up to leave for a moment to gather more wood, more so to get a break for himself. “no reason to get attached. You were going to split at the town anyway. Why do you care after all that happened in the mines?” he thought in an attempt to get over the situation. “maybe because nobody should feel that way.” the tiny voice in the back of his mind spoke. “she's not normal though. She can kill me if she ever decides to. I need to get over this someday. Forget lynn, forget … Jessica … their gone. What's the point?” he thought. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, heading back with arm full of branches. Hoping he'll be able to get some actual deep sleep. Return back to Val examining the large blood stain on her clothes. Appearing to be so deep in thought she didn't react to Blakes returning presence. Both keeping silent until Blake momentarily broke it with an offer of food from his bag. Getting a silent head shake from Val. Turning away from him and the fire to simply fall asleep. Blake deciding to follow after. Making another pile of snow to rest his swollen face on in the meantime.
Wicker stomped down the sterile white halls of the lab. Aggressively in search of someone, anyone to get his frustrations out. Locking onto one poor researching passing the halls. “you!” he shouted as he yanked the man close. Holding him just barely off the ground. “what's the process on that new damn tower?!” he growled, looming aggressively over the poor man. “its set up sir!” the researcher blurted out. Flinching away to hide behind the clipboard he was holding. “can It be tested?!” wicker snapped impatiently for the next answer. “yes sir! We just did a small one a hour ago.” the man nodded quickly. Falling as he was shoved back to the floor. “fire it up again! Double the signal you used!” wicker yelled loud enough for his voice to echo through the halls. “yes sir!” the researcher spoke in panic as he ran off. “I'll get something done around here! Buy us some time as those survivors brains scramble!” wicker growled to himself.
___________________________________________ “blake, help. Blake please. BLAKE!” Jessica young voice screamed out in a fear. A sudden flash of white in the darkness startling Blake into waking his eyes. Heart pounding in his chest as it felt a tightening from the thin air. He sat up in the cold darkness of the room. Feeling a shiver go down his spine from the lack of fire. Hearing a strong wind blowing from outside in a storm like before. He got to his feet, rubbing his arms to try and warm himself. Feeling around the nearby darkness till he grabbed some collected wood. Slowly making a new fire to warm the room. Halting on putting wood on the fire when he saw Val missing from her resting place. The blood stained jacket having been left setting there alone. He quickly looked around for her. “val? Val?!” he shouted, looking even quicker over the small room. Panicking at the knowledge of her missing. Looking out the entrance into the thick snow storm blowing by. He didn't hesitate in grabbing a branch to burn for a torch. Throwing on the fur jacket before rushing out into the pitch black blowing winds.
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{light-headed} ; Vendetta PT 3
Leon Kennedy x Reader
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WARNINGS: Cussing, Action, Small mushy shit
Playlist: Shakin’ My Cage — Black Stone Cherry ; Bulletproof — Godsmack ; Out Of My Way — Seether ; Make Me Believe Again — Nickelback
Word Count {TOTAL}: 7,220
Time Spent total (over the course of a week): 6hr 54min
Reading Length: 10min (estimated)
Part: 3/3
Please Read Part 1 for summary and writer’s notes! {And to get the idea of what’s going on}
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You choked down the lump in your throat, watching the doors shut in front of you. The helicopter followed behind the two of them as you all made your way into the city, Nadia and you had made your way to the front. You overheard the plans, not knowing how much help you could be to Nadia— your eyes filled with worry as you flew past Chris and Leon. Your gut filled with doubt, sighing.
“They’ll be alright Y/N.” Your head turned to Nadia, “You’ve given one of them more of a reason to do this.”
Your glance averted hers, looking back out the windows ahead of you. Watching as the city began falling apart, buildings aflame, people scattering on the ground, hordes of zombies coming from every angle.
“None of this feels real.” You implied, walking to the back. Your mind swelled again, you couldn’t help but worry about Leon the whole time— hearing the tankers blow beneath you. Swallowing your worry, you made your back to Nadia’s side— as dusk slowly rolled in.
“Any word from them?” You pulled your confidence tone back out, coming to terms you had no way out of this.Deep down you had to trust them, you had to bring yourself to trust Leon.
“Chris went to find Rebecca in Arias’ hideout.”
“And Leon?”
“I’m not sure.”
You took a deep breath, choking down the sudden panic you felt in your chest. The city was a disaster, as night rolled in your eyes scanned the city lights. Reminding you of the night before, the heated argument you two shared over your own understanding of his pain. The pit in your stomach grew, the guilt of it all collapsed into your chest. Feeling as if your body was about to collapse, you overhear loud footsteps rush to the back of the plane-- snapping out of your guilty conscious.
Instinctively turning your head, you see Nadia setting up in the back as you two meet a worried look.
“Y/N!” She yelled out to you, your feet quickly running to back. Adrenaline filled your body, your conscious snapping back into reality. Nadia tossed you a gun,
“They’re in trouble, aren’t they?” Your voice was deadpanned, cocking the pistol as you rolled your shoulders back.
“That’s an understatement.” You looked down, she was laying down— a huge electric -like gun sat in front of her. Clicking and shifting it around, her eyes narrowed in.
“I’ve got one shot,” She began, “If it doesn’t go down, keep shooting.”
Your eyes widened, “It?!”
You felt the helicopter turn around, nothing could begin to prepare you for what was about to happen. The doors opened, your eyes widened at the scene in front of you. A large, mutant man stood, it;s body covered in pink flesh. One head pierced out of it’s chest, white horn-like points stuck from and on it’s forehead. The mutant turned to you both as Nadia’s gun lit up electrical sparks, her hair blowing in the huge gusts of wind.
“What the fuck?!” You held up your pistol, your shock and disgust mixing as you look over the mutant man in front of you. As Nadia’s gun flashed, you noticed the mutant clutching Leon— long, sharp claws inches from his neck.
The strike from Nadia’s gun ripped through the mutant, fueling past as it ripped through buildings behind it. Your eyes frantic as you stepped back— scanning the area. As the mutant cried out, he shifted towards the helicopter— the second head on his chest blown right off. Stepping back, he started running towards you— full speed.
“SHIT—“ You both yelled out as the mutant grabbed onto the helicopter, yanking it harshly to the side as you launched across— smacking your body into the other side. Throwing yourself forward, the copter sharply shifted back— throwing you both off of your stances. The loud rumbling laughter of the mutant sent waves of fear down your back, the copter moving harshly in every direction. Unable to grab your focus back, a harsh piercing sound of the metal being broken ripped through your ears. Launching you forward as Nadia is thrown back— one of the claws pierced through her arm.
“NADIA—“ you screamed, getting launched forward as you slid to the edge of the copter’s platform. Adrenaline ran through your body, grabbing onto a metal post on the outside of the door. Face to face with this monster, you managed to raise your arm— pistol in hand as you took shots. One after another as you tried keeping yourself from sliding off. Your mind felt like a cluster fuck, your body becoming numb from the shock you had felt.
Raising his arm, the claws began to show from his fingertips. Your eyes widened in fear, coming face to face with your possible fate— the mutant let out another rumbling laugh. You felt your heart stop, your arm numbing to the vibration the pistol let off from every shot you took, although he winced in pain, he didn’t budge. Your gun started clicking, and clicking, your stomach fell through the floor as you dropped it. Hearing it hit the ground, then slide off to the city below. You felt paralyzed, you couldn’t scream or yell, the feeling relating to sleep paralysis.
“Such a weak girl,” the mutant’s voice echoed, your teeth clenching as he laughed.
“I’m going to rip you to shreds.” As quick as they showed, his claws were inches from your face— brushing against your cheek and neck. Trying to move your face away from the mutant’s death trap, you heard a loud rev from the building.
“Go to hell.” You sneered, hearing something hit the glass barrier on the roof—launching into the mutant’s abdomen. He shifted back from the impact, giving you a solid second to look over and see Leon standing a couple feet from the edge. Connecting two and two together, your eyes widened—using your last bit of strength to shove yourself back inside the copter. A loud bang filled your ears as smoke and fire shot from the side, your breathing becoming quicker as you scattered to your feet.
As soon as you did so, the helicopter was violently pulled to its side—causing you to smack against the side again.  
“For fuck sakes!” You boomed, peering over the side of the copter from the opening— seeing two long claws stretching from half way down. Digging into the building and the side of the copter, red lights flashing inside the whole terminal. Your eyes darted to the roof, seeing Chris aiming off the edge towards the mutant.
Quickly you were pulled back as another loud and strong explosion blew in front of you and the roof itself. The copter rising into the air avoiding the flames, you were brought to the front of the helicopter’s terminal— looking down over at Chris and Leon. Your body easing just seeing the two of them alive. Smiling, relief filled your chest as you looked over to see Nadia beside you.
“I told you.” She comforted, smiling over at you.
Feeling the craft land, you nearly ran off as you watched the elevator doors open. Stopping as you got off the landing pad, watching the three of them make their way to the helicopter. Maybe your friend was right, it could’ve been fate— a wild fate at that.
Your eyes met Leon’s in a feeling of relief, stepping forward you wrap your arms around him. Your head leaning on his shoulder, you didn’t speak a single word. Feeling him tense up, you immediately try pulling yourself back— but instead you’re greeted with a tight embrace. Hearing a breath of relief come from him, his hand stroking the back of your head. Your body relaxed, his mimicking— letting you two breath since all of this started. Having no desire let go, you lifted your head off his shoulder to look at him. Caught in a longing gaze, the two of you smiled in sync of one another. You felt light-headed, letting out a small laugh as you shyly look down.
“You seem to be the cause of my light-headed issues.” You sheepishly respond.
Feeling a hand lift up your chin, you’re met by Leon’s gaze. You feel your face get warm, but you couldn’t help but feel a rush of happiness flood over you.
“I told you to trust me.” He breathed, holding you closely.
“Well, you’ve earned my trust.” Both of your foreheads came together, your hands slowly moving to either side of his neck. Your thumbs stroked his cheeks, leaning closer to you as he nudged his face closer— your lips inches from one another. Body freezing in place, your breath hitched.
“I would’ve never thought you had a soft side to you.”
His blue eyes pierced through yours, half smiling to you.
“Consider yourself lucky.” He flirted, you couldn’t help but laugh quietly.
“Some weird fate, huh?” You joked, he scoffed with a smirk across his face.
“You have no idea.”
Pressing your lips together eagerly, locking as your hands glided down to his chest.You felt him pull you closer against him, your heart racing a mile a minute against him.
Although living in a short moment, you slowly pulled away— Leon trying to lean back in. You smirked with a scoff, turning to your head to the side.
“Hey—!”
“I think we still have one last thing to do. You can wait.”
You turned to head back to the helicopter, jokingly tugging on his collar as you start walking away. Grabbing your waist, Leon joined your side—making your way back to his team.
Well, your team.
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Lost Souls, Kindred Spirits Chapter 16
Bucky x Reader
Masterlist in bio
Chapter 16
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“This is crazy! This is crazy! This is crazy!” you repeated the mantra to yourself from behind the wheel of your stolen car.
The plan you came up with was reckless at best. You knew you had to move fast or else risk losing Bucky completely, so you went with the first option that popped into your head. As soon as you saw the news broadcast, you darted down the street in search of an inconspicuous car. Your understanding of the language here wasn’t the best, but you could make out that they were going to move Bucky, and the large armored convoy made that clearer to you. Your plan was to steal a car and follow loosely behind. That way, you at least knew where they had him while you figured out your next move.
Your plan went off without a hitch so far. You dove down an empty side street near the club and hot wired a small black car. It didn’t take you long to find the convoy as it wasn’t hard to spot. You trailed further behind until it reached the highway, then you figured you were safer to follow a little more closely. You could make out several armored trucks, a handful of SUVs, and one extremely fortified vehicle. A wild guess told you that biggest one was where they had Bucky held. There was no way you would be able to get in there on your own.
Tears came to your eyes as you tried to push down the feeling of hopelessness. What could you do on your own against an entire army of specially trained agents and soldiers? If Bucky couldn’t even fight them off or outrun them, what chance did you have? Sure, you trained almost every day with the former Winter Solider for the past two years, but you still were just a candle compared to that roaring wildfire in front of you.
“No,” you told yourself. You shook your head in an attempt to push the doubt and negativity out of you. There is an answer here somewhere, you just needed some time to find it. Bucky risked his life and his freedom for you once. More than once, actually. Now it was your turn to do the same for him. As you drove in silence behind the threatening parade, you thought about how much he really meant to you. And you told yourself you would do anything for him; no price was too high.
The drive felt like forever. At least you had a good feeling that they weren’t suspicious of your little car behind them. There was something else you were grateful for: Bucky always insisted on keeping a packed backpack of necessities on each of you at all times. In your bag, you also kept a photo of you and Bucky.
After what felt like forever, it seemed like the convoy was finally reaching its destination. The cars and trucks started to disperse once it reached the city of Berlin, and the biggest armored truck went straight into a maximum-security base. Once you knew where it ended up, you drove your stolen car in the opposite direction and ditched it in a junkyard. Even with all the time to think and plan during the drive, you still came up with nothing. No idea on what to do next.
The first idea that came to your head was to steal a uniform and ID and impersonate an employee. But you saw how quickly that plan with unravel and how easily you could get caught. You studied the building that you saw them take Bucky into and knew that there was no way you could break in by yourself. A hand to hand fight would not end well for you either. A big sigh escaped your lips as you stared at the building from your hiding spot in a small shadowy alleyway. The only thing you managed to figure out was to steal a new car: a little blue classic bug which you currently were leaning against as you racked your brain.
“If only I could ninja my way to the roof,” you thought out loud as you noticed the helicopter on the roof. Your eyes followed the lines of the building down and landed on the little man-made pond in front of you. You could see a lot of people passing by each window, which told you the area was well protected. No surprise there, but it still frustrated you.
You chewed on the inside of your mouth, completely lost in thought, when a loud noise caught your attention. An alarm, which sounded like it came from the building you were currently trying to stare a hole into. You jumped to full attention as you strained to see what was going on. You couldn’t see a thing, only heard several loud noises. Gunfire, smashing, alarms, shouting, screams, yells.
“What the hell?” you stood up on your tiptoes as you tried to see what was going on without moving too far from your hiding spot. Your heart pounded in your chest as a million thoughts ran though your mind. “What’s going on?”
Then, the helicopter that sat on the roof started moving. You snapped your attention there and watched intensely. You rang your hands as nerves took you over, and you took a few steps to try to get a better view. The copter started to lift off when you saw a figure jump to it and grab ahold of the landing skid. With the distance, it was hard to see exactly, but you could tell that the figure was trying to hold the aircraft there and keep it from leaving. The figure held the helicopter there for several long moments before it went crashing back into the building.
You couldn’t help but gasp and jump in surprise at watching the scene unfold in front of you. Fire erupted from where it crashed. You covered your mouth with your hands and your shoulders tensed up when you saw two people fall from the roof. You only had a split second to see, but you knew that one of those figured was Bucky. The two splashed into the pond and you immediately ran over to them before you had time to think. You stood on the bank and nervously scanned the water. It didn’t take long for the two to emerge, and that’s when you finally could tell who the other person was: Steve Rogers, Captain America.
Seeing who it was with Bucky was both a relief and a stressor. You knew you could trust Steve, but you wondered why they appeared to be fighting and why Bucky tried to fly away. Answered to your questions could come later, though, because time was not on your side. Right now, the important thing was to get away to somewhere safe. Steve and Bucky’s heads bobbled in the water as the captain carried his unconscious friend’s weight on him.
You whistled to the blond to catch his attention. Steve looked up to see you, and he immediately recognized you as the girl from the pictures in Bucky’s apartment. Just as you made the instant decision to trust him, he decided to trust you and swam over towards you with Bucky on his shoulder. You helped him pull the unconscious Bucky out of the water and ushered him over to your little car.
“You’re the girl from the photo,” he stated, “I’m Steve,” he introduced himself in a rush as you hurried out of sight. The pair of you sat Bucky in the backseat.
“I know,” you answered him in as pleasant a voice as you could and gave him your name with a weak smile.
Steve smiled back at you for a moment before a voice calling his name made him turn around. A man you’ve never seen before came running towards you which caused you to tense up. Captain America must have noticed out of the corner of his eye because he turned to you, “It’s ok, he’s with me.”
He caught up to where Steve and you stood and updated him on the situation that happened on the inside of the building. “They’re lookin’ for him already, Steve,” you could hear the urgency in his voice as his eyes darted between the two of you, “We gotta get outta here.”
You and Steve made eye contact and nodded to each other before the three of you piled into your car and drove away as fast as you could.
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“What the hell are you doing?!” you tried to stop Steve and Sam from restraining the unconscious brunette in the large vice, but he was too strong for you.
The captain sighed heavily, “Something happened,” he started.
The look on his face made you stop your protests. You never met the man before, but you’d seen his face in photos and videos. The face in front of you was nothing like what was presented in the news and media. It was if he was at a loss, hurt and confusion splayed plainly across his features. You dropped your shoulders as you let go of his arm and let him finish clamping the large machine down on Bucky’s metal arm.
“Steve…?” your voice was weak.
“We should talk,” he was blunt as he stood up to face you.
You only nodded in response as Steve glanced over to Sam, who stood watch quietly. “I’ll watch him,” he said as he crossed his arms.
“Thanks,” the blonde’s voice was barely audible as he led you out of the room. You followed him without a word into the dark, open space of the abandoned warehouse.
“So,” you let out a deep breath, “What happened?”
“Honestly, I don’t know,” he sounded so defeated, “They were interrogating him, then the power went out. And it was like,” he paused, “He snapped. Like he wasn’t himself.”
You clenched your jaw as you listened to Steve recount what happened inside the building while you were sitting on the outside figuring out your plan. You felt so helpless; there was nothing you could think of to help him.
“You know,” his voice broke you out of your thoughts, “This would have been easier if he just came to me for help,” Steve’s words seemed more like he was thinking out loud than pointing towards you.
You ran your hands through your hair as you sighed again, “I know. I tried, but he didn’t want to get you involved and I didn’t wanna push it.”
“So, you’ve been with him awhile then?” his tone was light, but you could tell he was very curious about your story.
“Yeah,” you breathed out. You told him the short version on your story and how you ended up here. Steve listened attentively without interrupting. It was an odd feeling for you to tell the story of two people who lived in secret for so long. But you could tell that he cared about Bucky too and your gut told you to trust him.
“Thank you,” was all he said once you were finished. His voice was soft and kind.
You looked up in surprise and meet his gaze, “For what?”
“For staying with him,” Steve answered, “For keeping an eye on him. For making sure he wasn’t alone,” a faint but genuine smile made his face light up.
“Of course,” you returned his smile as you cradled your shoulder, “He saved my life. More than once actually,” you added with half a laugh.
“Sounds like you saved his too,” he noticed the way you subconsciously grabbed your shoulder, but chose not to say anything about it. Instead, he stayed supportive and encouraging. You only just met the man, but you could tell he was a good friend to those he was close with.
His words felt like they took a weight off your shoulders, “I…”
“Hey Cap!” Sam’s voice called out from the other room, interrupting your thought.
Both of your faces dropped as you followed him back into the room where Sam watched over Bucky. The brunette stirred as he started to regain consciousness. He looked between the three faces staring at him before he spoke, “Steve,” you could barely hear him as he spoke your name after his.
“Bucky!” you tried to run to him, but Steve held you back.
“Wait,” his voice was stern as he held you still. He turned his gaze to Bucky, “Which Bucky am I talking to?”
You decided not to struggle as the three of you waited for him to answer.
Bucky looked down to the ground before he spoke, “Your mom’s name is Sarah,” he lifted his head and looked at the two of you, “You used to put newspapers in your shoes,” you could see a faint smile though the curtain of hair. Steve loosened his grip on you, but didn’t let go fully yet. Bucky turned his eyes to you before he added, “The song that you sang when we first left New York. If you’re lost, you can look and you will find me…”
“Time after time,” you whispered as you finished the spoken lyrics along with him. Tears came to your eyes, but this time they were happy tears. Your Bucky was back. He was here and he was ok. You didn’t notice, but Steve also had a glowing smile on his face as he had the same thought.
Sam cleared his through to get attention, “And just like that we’re supposed to be ok?”
Steve nodded to him as he finally let you go. Sam shrugged as he went along with the captain’s direction and the two of them freed Bucky from his confines. You didn’t talk much to Sam, but you could tell he trusted Steve without a doubt.
The two men backed up and allowed you to finally reach Bucky. You did not hesitate to pull him into your arms and hugged him tighter than you ever did before. He returned your embrace and held you tightly for a few moments before he pulled back. He cradled your face with his flesh hand as he kept his metal hand on your waist. Time seemed to stop as he scanned over every detail of your face.
“We need to talk,” Steve’s voice broke though the silence. Bucky looked up to his best friend and nodded. He sat back in his chair and you took a seat right next to him; you didn’t want to leave his side even for a moment.
“What did I do?” Bucky asked, his voice hoarse.
“Enough.”
He sighed heavily, “I knew this would happen,” Bucky dropped his head.
You stayed silent, but moved your hand to rest on Bucky’s knee.
He continued, “Everything Hydra put in me is still there,” frustration and defeat lined his voice, “And all he had to do was say the goddammed words.”
“What did he want?” the blonde asked.
Bucky took a few moments to think, to try and remember any detail before he blacked out. He remembered the face of the man who said he was the psychiatrist, “I don’t know who he was,” another pause as he darted his eyes around, “He asked about Siberia. About where I was kept.”
You felt your breath catch in your throat at his words. You never asked Bucky about what happened to him in the past. It was never a topic that you wanted to bring up because you knew how painful the memories were. This was the first time since when he told you the truth about who he was that Bucky spoke about his days as the winter soldier.
“Why?” Steve’s voice was firm. Time was of the essence and he needed information fast.
“Because I’m not the only winter soldier,” the brunette’s voice was flat as his eyes met Steve’s. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips. Steve and Sam were better about hiding their shock; their faces barely flinched. Bucky told his story about the Hydra death squad that was given the super soldier serum and the facility in the secluded part of the world. The other two men interjected with a question or two, but mostly stayed silent. No doubt they were already trying to plan their next move, you thought.
After Bucky told everything he knew, Sam crossed the room to speak with the captain, “You know, this would have been a lot easier a week ago.”
Steve glanced from him to Bucky to you, then back to his friend, “Tony…” he started.
“We can’t,” Sam cut him off before he could finish the thought, “Even if he believed us, I don’t think the accords would let him help.”
“So, we’re on our own then,” Steve said with a heavy voice.
“Maybe not,” he had a little pep in his voice, “I know a guy.”
The captain nodded, “Ok, let’s make some calls,” he then turned his attention to you and Bucky, “We gotta move soon. I’ll give you two a minute.” He turned to leave the room, but Sam stopped him.
“I overheard something,” he spoke to everyone in the room and all eyes were on him, “I heard one of the goones talking. He said they found evidence of a woman living in the apartment too,” he turned to you and all the color instantly drained from your face.
Steve exhaled deeply; he knew what that meant right away. Without another word, he and Sam turned to leave the room. Bucky clenched his jaw as he watched them walk away so the two of you could talk. Once you and Bucky were alone, he turned to you. His face was painted with sorrow and pain as he took your hand in his.
“Bucky,” you whispered his name, “This isn’t good, is it?”
He swallowed hard, “No, doll,” he rubbed his thumb over your hand.
“So, what do we do now?” was all you could ask, even though you had a million questions running through your mind.
“It’s too dangerous,” he ended his blunt statement with your name.
“What do you mean? Let me help you, Bucky,” you insisted as you tugged his arm. Deep down, you knew what he was saying, but you didn’t want to face that reality.
Bucky reached over to cradle your shoulder, “I can’t have you getting hurt again,” his voice was dangerously close to breaking, “Believe me, this is the last thing I want,” he swallowed hard and fought back a tear “Just… lay low for a while until we figure all this out.” He was able to hold himself together to get his words out; he was determined to be strong for you.
You took in a shaky breath, “I guess neither option is fun,” you spoke after a moment of silence, “But I do trust you, Bucky.” That was never a doubt in your mind, and Bucky always kept your best interest in mind the entire time you were together. If this was what he thought was best, you decided to listen to him. You met his eyes, and you could see how much this ate him up inside. “Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything,” he had no hesitation whatsoever.
“Just come back to me,” you moved your hands to cradle his face.
He smiled so sweetly at you, “Of course,” he leaned in to kiss you. It was a short kiss, but it was deep and passionate. It spoke all the unspoken words and feeling between the both of you. Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him. He only broke the kiss apart to hold you even tighter and he nestled his face in your neck. “I love you,” his voice was soft as he whispered your name in your ear.
“I love you too Bucky,” your voice was even softer as you squeezed him as tightly as you could.
~ Notes: I aimed to get this posted last week, but life happened. But, this chapter was extra long to make up for it!
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Impromptu Field Test (Route 17 Fest Day 3: Job)
“Kid, stop kidding yourself. What makes you think you’re qualified to work here?”
Seventeen considered revealing his true nature to the park ranger in front of him. Cybernetic enhancements, infinite energy, flight, super-speed and strength, resistance to bullets.
Seventeen quickly decided against it. ‘I actually want a real chance, and coming off as a lunatic isn���t the way to go.’
“I’m willing to put in the time for the training and such. Just tell me what I need to do, and I promise you I can do it.”
The ranger chuckled. “Kid, you’re an amusing one: I’ll give you that.” Seventeen’s expression remained neutral.
“Fine: I’ll humor you. How good are you with a gun?”
Gun training was one of the final trials the rangers had to pass before being allowed to work in the park.
“Now, kid: this isn’t some shooting game. It’s an extremely difficult test to pass: it took me multiple tries to get this down. So don’t get cocky.”
The idea seemed simple enough. Five human-shaped targets were stationed around the jungle, simulating poachers and potential situations. Each target had multiple bulls’eyes, and the difficulty of the situations would increase, starting with a wide-open still target, then a visible moving target, a hidden target, a moving hidden target, and finally a moving target that he had to shoot while chasing down as well.
“Five targets, eight shots. We’ll advance to the next target after you’ve hit the one you’re on. You’ll be graded on shot accuracy, both in terms of hitting the targets and if you can hit any bulls’-eyes. You ready?”
It had been a while since Seventeen had felt a gun in his hand. He had carried a pistol around for fun and knew how to use it, but he saw no need for it. It wasn’t as if he needed a gun to handle himself, so what was the point of keeping it around? He’d left it in the Lucky Foods van when he, Eighteen, and Sixteen had raided Son Goku’s place on Mount Paozu.
“Can I get a couple test shots off? To familiarize myself with the feel and recoil.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem. It’s fully loaded, so you’ve got 15 shots there. Once you start, you’ll be finished once I hear eight rounds.”
“We can start soon, then.” And with that, he fired once towards the ground.
Two more shots, further away. Then two shots while running, one at a jog, and another closer to a “realistic maximum” pace.
‘After all, I don’t intend to use any speed beyond what is necessary.’
“I think I’m ready, officer.”
“You’ve got two practice rounds left, but hey: if you’re ready, then go for it kid!”
“With pleasure.”
The first shot fired and met the target. Immediately, another target began moving, running past Seventeen. Quickly turning, the cyborg fired once, sinking a bullet into the second target.
Now, to find a hidden target. The jungle provided cover, with trees to hide behind or climb and bushes to hide in. Quickly scanning the treetops, Seventeen did not find a target there, so he began to search the bushes around him. As he approached a neighboring shrub, he heard a shot and quickly dodged the projectile before rushing and firing at the third target.
The fourth was a moving target that he couldn’t see, so Seventeen closed his eyes. During his search for Sixteen, the cyborg had taken up meditation and tried to train his other senses, specifically hearing. Son Goku and his friends could detect energy signals and locate their enemies that way, but against someone like him who had no detectable ki, that proved to be a hindrance.
No: instead, Seventeen tried to use his hearing to locate the fourth target. Hearing some rustling, Seventeen closed in, found his target, and fired.
The fifth target then sprang to life, running away at a decent speed (though it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle thanks to his cybernetics). It ran into the thick of the jungle, using it as a cover to escape, hide, and potentially attack if the third target were any previous indication. But the cyborg knew he could trust his reflexes, and his regular speed still outmatched the target’s.
Seventeen began to realize how well-designed this training course was for the rangers. It tested reaction time, focus, and mental processing capabilities. While the first two targets weren’t overly difficult, the two hidden targets pushed those three qualities, and in a high-leverage situation against real poachers, those skills would matter much more. And this final target incorporated all of those with the difficulty of hitting a target while on the move, either preventing them from attacking the island or escaping with the animals.
‘If they’re going to try escaping, then I’ll have to approach them quietly.’ Seventeen picked up his pace while being aware of how much noise he was making. His searches for Sixteen usually took place at night, and he had worked on not creating a commotion during his search.
His search for Sixteen. Part of why Seventeen wanted this job was to honor his friend, and his search the past ten months had helped prepare him for this moment.
Using his ears to try and get a general idea of where the target was moving towards, Seventeen located the final target and discerned its direction of movement. He then closed the gap about halfway, and before it could react, fired one shot through the trees and made contact.
“Shit kid: you got them all. And in five shots too. Never seen anything like it!”
The ranger appeared with a tablet in hand. On the screen was a picture of the five targets, each with a clear mark where Seventeen had hit them.
“Impressive showing, but honestly? You need to work on your aim, kid.”
Seventeen raised his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Those targets have rings, and you didn’t hit a single bulls’-eye.”
"I wasn’t aiming for the bulls’-eyes.”
The ranger laughed. “Kid, that’s got to be the dumbest thing I’ve heard.”
Seventeen scoffed, handing the gun back to the ranger.
“Why would I aim for the bulls’-eyes on the targets when those are supposed to represent human vital points? I only wanted to stop the targets, not kill them.”
The ranger froze as he accepted his gun.
“Isn’t this job about protecting life? Even if my job is to stop somebody, I won’t resort to killing them to do it.”
“So you’re telling me that not only did you hit all five targets without missing, but you also purposefully avoided where we focused your eyes on the targets because you didn’t want to theoretically kill them?”
Seventeen only nodded.
“Holy shit. Come with me. You’re more than qualified, in my book.”
“Just like that?”
“Kid--no: what’s your name?”
“Just call me Seventeen for now.” He didn’t really want to explain his life story unless he had to.
“Alright then, Seventeen. This way.”
Seventeen and the ranger reached the edge of the island, where they came upon a small boat.
“I just need to make a couple of calls, but you’ll definitely be leaving here an employee. In the meantime, just sit tight.”
Seventeen nodded once more. Opening his bag, he took out the Red Data Book and began to thumb through it once more. After all, now that he was going to be on the island more frequently, it would help him to be familiar with the various life forms here.
‘Sixteen, I hope you’ll be proud of me here. You’d be the best at this, big guy.’
After about an hour, a jet-copter descended onto the island. From the aircraft stepped out an older gentleman.
“Damn it, Kazuki. What the hell are you thinking, just giving out a job? And to a teenager? What kind of joke is this?”
“Sir, I’m serious. Just watch the tape and review his performance.”
The ranger, who Seventeen realized to be Kazuki, handed the tablet to the other man.
“I don’t understand how you thought it was so urgent that I needed to be called out here. For some scrawny, baby-faced kid.”
Seventeen found it humorous watching the man’s expression morph from annoyance to shock in a matter of seconds.
“Kid, your name?
“Seventeen is fine.”
“Hell, you even have like a codename or something? What are you: ex-military?”
Considering the Red Ribbon Army did have a military history, Seventeen supposed the statement wasn’t that far off.
“That said, why’s your aim so bad? Can’t you hit the red on the targets?”
“Like I told Kazuki over there, why am I trying to kill people in this training exercise? I’m here to protect life, and I won’t take life to do so.”
“So you purposefully avoided the red areas? You think these poacher scum deserve any mercy?”
“No, but I’m not the one who needs to pass judgment on them. Those who sin and destroy maybe don’t deserve a second chance, and they probably won’t ever change. But that doesn’t mean I can deny them life either.”
The old man nodded. “If I didn’t know any better, that sounds like it comes from a personal place.”
Perhaps it did. There was no reason for Seventeen to have ever received a second chance, an opportunity to reform himself, to be something that didn’t involve killing Son Goku or causing destruction. But he had ultimately been given it, when he could easily have been hunted down without a second thought.
If he, the irredeemable, could deserve a second chance, then so did anybody else. Even the lowest of the low.
“Did Kazuki tell you the truth about the bulls’-eyes?”
“The truth?”
“Truth is, you’re right. This is about protecting the lives of the animals here above everything else, and so we want to avoid unnecessary killing as often as possible. The red on the targets is actually meant for you to avoid. If you hit two bulls’-eyes, you also fail the test. You get one mistake because sometimes killing is unavoidable, but any more than that, and I can’t deem you ready.”
“So between that, avoiding the pellets from the airguns on the hidden targets, shooting on the move, and having to hit the five targets in eight shots, nobody’s ever been this efficient. So for you to do it perfectly without me even telling you to not kill them means you can definitely work here.”
“I’d like that.”
“Unfortunately, you’re going to have to tell me your real name and everything.”
Seventeen froze. This would be a problem.
“The issue is I don’t have any memory of who I am. I only really know my name, and I doubt that it’s my given name.”
Kazuki groaned. “You’re kidding. It’s not just some nickname that people use because that’s how old you look?”
Seventeen chuckled. ‘I’ll have to use that one from now on.’
“No: nothing like that. I don’t even know if fingerprint testing, eye scans, or any method of identification would bring up matches in any database.”
Actually, Seventeen knew they wouldn’t. The majority of Dr. Gero’s modifications were so that neither he nor Eighteen could ever figure out who they were. As killing machines, they had no past before him, and no future after him. They lacked fingerprints, and their eyes, hair, and teeth were major parts of their alterations. Even DNA testing would fail.
Kazuki still seemed doubtful. “Really? Try it on the tablet here.”
Seventeen pressed his thumb on the screen, holding back his power to not crack it. The scan went before returning no match.
The older man pondered this. “Well, it is an issue, but it’s not an impossible one.”
Both Kazuki and Seventeen looked puzzled.
“Since this is a government job, we could technically create an identity for you to use. Get you all the documents, make it legit.”
The cyborg was stunned. He expected the lack of identity to be the end of the road. “You’d really overlook it?”
“Kid, we need help badly to protect this island. Poachers have become a bigger problem recently, especially since the whole Cell thing ten months ago. People decided that because the world was going to end, they could do whatever they wanted, and so criminals have become more emboldened since. I’m getting you this job, damn the consequences.”
Seventeen smirked. Perhaps things were looking up.
“I’ll just keep your name as Seventeen, no last name. Birthday?”
He could have picked his activation, but another date seemed more significant.
“May 26th.”
“Speak of the devil: the Cell Games date. Fine. I’ll make it that in Age 743, so you’ll be turning 25 in a couple months. Now, to discuss salary and logistics.”
“Does this job pay well?”
“Kid, this is a very dangerous government-funded job. Your annual salary is 25 million zeni. That’s what you’d be getting after some service time and a promotion, but I’m willing to offer you it from the jump.”
Very, very well indeed.
“I accept.”
“Good. Last thing, Seventeen: you’ll have to do the last part of the training.”
Another part?
“And that would be, sir?”
“Before you get thrown into the field, I want you to spend three months getting acclimated to the creatures on the island. All the species that live here, their level of endangerment, how they live, and all that. To help you out, another person will be with you during that time.”
Seventeen turned towards Kazuki. “You?”
“Nope: not me. I’m nowhere near qualified enough to get all that information. But that person is coming as we speak.”
The older man chuckled. “Is that so? So you really were confident I’d hire him.”
“Normally, the final training of learning about the island itself lasts only a month, but we’ve done these steps out of order. That, and sorting out all the logistics of getting that identification created is going to take some time. Sorry about that, but it’s the way it has to be.”
Seventeen nodded. “That’s how it is, then. So, is this person an expert in animals?”
Kazuki laughed. “Man, she’s an animal encyclopedia. Her name is Aki, and she’s one of the top zoologists in the world. In fact, she’s contributed multiple entries to that Red Data Book you’re holding, many of which are about creatures on this island. There’s nobody better to get you familiar with the island and the life on it.”
Suddenly, a boat pulled up to the edge of the island. Out stepped a woman with red-hair, a green shirt, and jeans.
“Hey there. Are you my new temp?”
Temp? Seventeen could already tell this was going to be interesting.
“I’m Aki. Nice to meet you!”
“Seventeen. Same.”
She smirked. “A mysterious man with a mysterious name. And someone of few words, huh? I’m looking forward to working with you.”
A/N: Extremely lengthy one, and it’s probably jumbled. This is basically a direct continuation of yesterday’s prompt, and it definitely leads into tomorrow’s. The end was inspired by DBS Episode 87, when Seventeen refers to Son Goku as his temp. I’ve always headcanoned that it was the zoologist who first referred to Seventeen as her temp when they first met (and in this case, worked together). Please continue to give feedback, guys!
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VS Bio for Spongebob!
Felt compelled to create one of these Death Battle profiles, had input from a friend. This data is applicable during possible fight RPs.
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SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS HEIGHT: 3′2″ (OPERATION KRABBY PATTY) OR 2′10″ ACCORDING TO “SPONGE ON THE RUN” WEIGHT: 35 LBS AFFILIATION: THE KRUSTY CREW, SANDY’S QUESTS, JELLYFISH ED GROUPS, COMIC FANCLUBS OCCUPATION: ERRAND BOY, FRYCOOK, INVENTOR, MARTIAL ARTIST, HERO LIKES: HELPING, BRAVERY, BEING TOLD HE DOES A GOOD JOB, READING, MOST PHYSICAL HEAVY ACTIVITIES, COMING UP WITH IDEAS, CREATING CRAFTS TO DO A PERSON’S FAVOR, EXERCISING HIS BRAIN, KRABBY PATTIES, CANDY, ROOT BEER, ANIMALS, NATURE, SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY, DEFENDING BIKINI BOTTOM DISLIKES: RUDE PEOPLE, DIRTINESS, INTERUPTIONS, NOT LETTING HIM SLEEP, EVIL, BEING BELITTLED OR TREATED LIKE HE’S UNINTELLIGENT THEME: https://youtu.be/hQ7QFnXKxrk?t=380 (No, I’m not adding that theme song, it’s been spoiled to death and barely even fits Spongebob I’m sorry swjgsh) Spongebob goes from a gentle soul to a force to be reckoned with. He may just be the epitome of the phrase “don’t judge a book by its cover”. Often he is underestimated due to his youth, bouncy personality, and dweebish looks. How underestimated?  NOTE: Heavy toon force “feats” will NOT be tallied as legitimate, as Spongebob isn’t considered a high-tier toon character in the vein of Bugs Bunny. He’s generally kept within grounded rules and has been threatened by things he would’ve slipped if that was the case. Cartoon logic showings will be dismissed as poor writing and don’t measure Spongebob’s actual stats. STRENGTH:  While evaluating this category, we were surprised at how high Spongebob’s strength actually is. We’re aware his showings are inconsistent and at first wrote his lower feats off as physical gags, but upon further scrutiny, we instead noticed a VERY interesting pattern of how much force Spongebob exerts is always dictated by his emotional output. He becomes stronger in the moment of a noble act, but he more often fails when he’s trying to show off. His emotions are the core of a lot of his abilities, in fact, but more on that under “weakness”. We’ve balanced the most accurate feats that weren’t too cartoony.
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-Broke a boulder likely around 50 tons with one strike
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-Rage boosted, grabbed onto a dragon and slammed it to the ground, which momentarily paralyzed it. Afterwards Spongebob and Patrick comment neither could believe his strength. (won’t post scans here on as not to flood the wall) -Held the collapsing pineapple homestead. Average weight of a house is 40-80 tons. -Copter spun at a brick wall breaking it easily  -Chopped a cinder block in two VERDICT: Class 50+, Multi-City Block Striking Strength SPEED: Speed was a hard area to calc. We couldn’t recall many specific feats as Spongebob doesn’t seem speed-based. He has dodged, reacted to, and reflected tracking missiles in the video games. Game feats are applicable as they’re presented as canonical expansions to SBSP stories. Apart from that, he can run almost as fast as a car. His combat speed outweighs travel speed. Crossed a small mountain faster than detection in the Quickster suit. VERDICT: Low Superhuman travel speed in base form, at least Hypersonic speed while fighting, Massively Hypersonic as the Quickster to likely higher. DURABILITY: Before continuing, there’s a belief around Spongebob’s endurance that needs to be stomped. Spongebob. Is not. Immortal. Or indestructible. By any stretch. Toon force or not. Blunt force trauma brings him bodily harm, falls have knocked him unconscious, and he would have been killed on numerous occasions. He’s not a Majin Buu who can bounce off impact he absorbs and regrow from thin air. We just wanted to get that off our chests. Spongebob DOES, however, possess impressive resilience/regenerative reserves nonetheless! Being a sponge allows him to absorb many attacks and recover damages, furthered by his mental fortitude. He’s been beaten like a pinball, crushed, thrown around, etc. He can replace limbs, split into copies, communicate from pieces of his body, reduce wounds, and hop back from a hit, but many a time his healing factor didn’t respond. VERDICT: Relative to strength, Multi-City block level, heals over time/regenerate lost limbs right away. INTELLIGENCE: What always gets people about Spongebob is how extensive his intelligence is. His mentor is a scientist, so he naturally picked up on academic terms. He’s rather naive, but this very trait of his childlike demeanor unwittingly throws his foes into assuming he’s dimwitted before he turns out to be smarter than they are. No matter how serious Spongebob acts in an attempt to shut his detractors, his appearance of a well-groomed schoolboy leads others into believing he’s nothing more than a simpleminded kid. It’s pretty funny how that works in his favor, but Spongebob isn’t amused, and his enemies won’t laugh after all’s said and done. How smart is the guy? He’s a remarkable mechanic and highly creative. He performed a series of ever-increasing complex math equations with no sign of stopping until Squidward silenced him, determined wind velocity to the angles of his pores in order to replicate a sound that attracted Jellyfish, created a device that teleported everyone into outer space, is good at reverse psychology to trick enemies, natural aircraft pilot, can lead when has to, outsmarted the likes of Plankton multiple times, skilled at checkers, an artist and even built a fully functioning time machine on two occasions.  To put whether Spongebob is actually smart or not into perspective, his intelligence is noted by Jimmy Neutron.   VERDICT: Gifted, bordering on Genius.  ABILITIES/STANDARD EQUIPMENT:  Elastic control over his body, liquid absorption, shapeshifting, superhuman capabilities, enhanced senses, bubble/remote bombs, able to manipulate matter to the point he can create life to objects, regeneration, low level toon force, bubble and sand manipulation, flight via bubble/copter spatula.  Equipment: Spatula which he applies as multiple functions, carries a toolkit, bubble wand can be deployed to generate a force field, travel, lay mines or traps (can be done with shovel and wrench in toolkit), has pairs of explosive karate gloves that will detonate after a few seconds or when he triggers.  WEAKNESSES:   Unfortunately, as tough as Spongebob is, the kid’s known for cracking under pressure, even though he can step up to lead an entire movement. His self-confidence isn’t all stable, though he will disguise this by acting confident, and his lack of belief in himself/gentle nature can and has left him vulnerable. 
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I wrote more of that story that I was, uh... writing. If anyone wants to, y’know... read it. Or something.
December, 1982.
“Colonel?”
Someone wants me. I clear my mind and turn towards him. Connors.
“What is it, Captain?”
He looks a little nervous. I can’t blame him. Heading into a hot zone never fails to give people butterflies in the stomach. Connors wasn’t a ‘hard man,’ like many who joined the military. Not a coward, either, but not above looking a little uneasy, when he was.
“You asked to be informed when we were ten minutes out, sir.”
“Thank you, Captain.”
He salutes, and I return to my woolgathering. Officially, we’re not even supposed to be out here, but something has the enemy spooked, and I volunteered to lead the group in to investigate. We’re all in a boat, heading down a river. Twelve men, including me. Each one has an automatic rifle slung around their shoulders, and wears a US Army uniform.
It’s quiet, out here. Quiet enough that I hear the sound of the mortar a full second before it hits us. Then the boat is exploding, and I see my men turned to paste in an instant. Everything is fire and ash and blood, and I fall into the river.
I lie there, under the murky water, waiting to realize I’ve been hit with shrapnel, or something. I’m in shock. Haven’t realized I’m dead yet. No one survives a direct mortar hit like that. No human...
Experimentally, I try to move my arms, and legs. No extremities missing. Fingers, toes, eyes, all intact. Without knowing quite which way is up, I try to surface, and feel the sun, filtered through the trees, hit my face. My eyes blink open, and I paddle to shore.
So, I’m not dead. That’s my first thought, the obvious one. Then another one comes. How?
Before I get the chance to ponder my miraculous survival, another problem presents itself. The rhythmic whirring of a helicopter’s blades, directly overhead. Not one of ours- an enemy team sent to ensure we all died. My fatigues had been mostly blown away in the blast, but just enough was left to identify me clearly as an enemy- so they opened fire. I didn’t have time to react, as the guns mounted to the aircraft’s front turned towards me, and opened fire. I felt the impact, but no pain. The bullets simply crumpled against my skin, and slid down my chest. I couldn’t see the faces of the gunmen, but I was sure they were shocked.
Experimentally, as if responding to some instinct I had just now developed, I thought up. And up I went- into the air, and towards the helicopter. I didn’t quite managed to slow myself at cabin level, instead flying directly into the blades. They snapped off as the hit me, and the ‘copter began to descend quickly. Before it could hit the ground, I shot down after it, and grasped it, digging my fingers into the metal.
So, I’m strong as well. Like a comic-book hero.
Almost not even consciously thinking about it, I dragged the damaged chopper with me into the sky, and scanned the area for the enemy base that had bombed us. We’d known there was one in this area, but hadn’t been able to locate it directly. From this height, I could see everything- and it seemed so clear, as well. My vision could focus like a hawk’s, and I scanned the jungle until I saw what I was looking for.
The base located, I lifted the helicopter above my head, and flew towards it. Once I was in sight of them, I raised my voice, and shouted. “I think I found something of yours!” My voice was louder than I expected, and I could see the glass in their windows shatter. With a pithy one-liner, as comic-book heroes were known to do, I tossed their helicopter back at them. The crew had likely died already, from my jerking them around, but it was the symbolic value that counted.
The base wasn’t large. Just a small outpost, really. A few low buildings, a barracks, and the cannon that had wiped out my crew. The helicopter crushed one of the buildings, but the rest were still full of enemy combatants. I descended, in the middle of their camp, and reached out for the soldier nearest to me. Grabbing him by the arm, I tossed him into the air. Within seconds, his body had liquefied, simply from the force.
Incredible. Just how strong am I?
There was no time for rigorous tests, though. I lifted myself a few inches off the ground, hovering in place, and scanned the base. My hearing was sharpened as well, it seemed. There was plenty of screaming, and a few people had the presence of mind to open fire on me, as well. I dealt with them first- a simple blow to the body was enough to destroy their internal organs. I didn’t take my time with them, there was no sense in torturing these people.
It only took seconds to deal with everyone in my immediate sight-line. Next came the barracks. I flew over to it, landed on top, and spread my arms apart, before bringing them together in a clap. The wave of force just left a crater where the barracks had been, with little trace a structure had been there at all. There were only about thirty heartbeats left in the camp, so far as my enhanced hearing could tell. Most in the few remaining buildings, through a couple had decided to just run. I picked a few chunks of shrapnel out of the helicopter’s wreckage, flew up above the treeline, and nailed them in the heads with the jagged metal.
More people were shooting at me. It felt cartoonish to think, much less to say, but it tickled. I ‘cancelled’ my flight, and dropped to the ground. The sensation of free-falling was odd, and I couldn’t shake a little fear that the fall would kill me. That was quickly shaken as I impacted in the center of the camp’s mess-hall. Before anyone inside could think, I disposed of them, as well.
Just twelve left, now.
I heard a small explosion, behind me, and turned. Everything seemed to slow down, just as it had when I was moving quickly. An RPG, fired at me. It wasn’t quite frozen in the air, but it moved like it was stuck in molasses. The metaphor made me laugh slightly. It didn’t get much more generically-southern than metaphors using the word molasses, and I was from Massachusetts anyways.
I grasped the explosive in my hands, and tried to recall how to toss a football. As it left my grasp, time resumed its normal passage, as if by some unconscious thought of mine. Realization dawned on the face of the man who’d fired at me, too late.
Eleven.
I flicked the door of the last remaining building, and it shattered. Inside, were a number of soldiers, some cowering in fear, some defiantly raising their weapons at me. I swept through them indiscriminately. And then it was done.
I dropped back down to the ground, and sat down in the middle of the base, surrounded by the carnage. I allowed myself to breathe. My thoughts were all jumbled up, so I ordered them by point-of-view, and gave each ‘side’ a voice.
We can’t just go back to our post.
Why not? We’ll get a dozen medals, and then--
And then what? Dragged down to some lab and experimented on?
Okay, fair point, but what else can we do?
...take over the world?
We’ve never been quite that ambitious. Unless there’s something you haven’t been telling me...
Well, no, but who could stop us?
True enough, but that doesn’t factor in the chance there might be other people like us. If what happened to us was random, then in a world of seven billion people or so, we can’t be unique. You tooks statistics in college, no?
Hm. You might be right. But that doesn’t really answer the question of what to do next. Taking over the world would be a long-term project anyways, and we initiated this trite self-dialogue to figure out what we should do within the next day.
My vote is we find some clothes, and hole up somewhere until we get a better picture of what’s happened to us. Maybe there’s a hundred-thousand people with the same powers emerging all over the world, who knows?
Agreed.
I stood up, and stretched. Usually, those dialogues took much longer, relative to the real world. Perhaps my mind itself was faster, now?
That aside, I took a look at myself. I hadn’t even really noticed, but my arms were stained red with blood. Flying back to the river might have been a solution, but I didn’t want to risk being seen by anyone from either side. Instead, I flew up into the sky, fast enough no one would see me, and into a cloud. The moisture cleaned the blood right off, and I glanced back down at the ground to orient myself.
Okay, it’s about four-thirty, and the sun is there, so the US should be about... there?
I was fine with maps, but navigating based on the position of the sun wasn’t covered in eighth-grade Geography. Reasonably confident of my position, I set off towards the United States- more specifically, Cambridge, Massachusetts, where my home was. I hadn’t been there in over a year, so there wouldn’t be anyone home to be shocked by my sudden arrival.
The flight wasn’t terribly long, despite the distance. I heard myself break the sound barrier after just under a minute, but tried not to accelerate any faster than that. Flying wasn’t tiring, either, which I supposed made sense, considering no muscles were actually being moved. I took the time to try and process that the men under my command were dead, and that I’d murdered around fifty men with my bare hands. As revenge, maybe? I wasn’t terribly sure. Considering that I’d basically just quit the army, (inasmuch as a person they thought was dead could quit), I’d given up any legal authority I had to be doing things like that.
I also wasn’t sure that I wanted to take over the world, either. Just about every person on the planet thinks they can run the country better than the current person in charge, and a Colonel in the US Military has more of a perspective on the incompetence of the Commander-in-Chief than most. That said, if no one yet knew about super-people, it wouldn’t do to be the first to expose the secret. Something like that could very well make the Cold War a little less cold, especially if a US soldier was the first-ever super-man.
After around two hours, I touched down in my backyard. It was the evening, now, and a cold December one at that. No one was outside to see me, covered in dried blood and wearing a tattered military uniform, land in the suburbs of Massachusetts. Minding my new strength, I took the spare key from under the doormat, and unlocked the back door. I couldn’t hear a single heartbeat, so I was fairly confident I was alone. Being unmarried at thirty-three made me something of an oddity, in the neighborhood, but I didn’t really mind.
I turned a lamp on in the hallway, as I made for my bedroom. Selecting a pair of silver-grey slacks and a blue dress shirt, I removed what was left of my uniform and stepped into the shower. Having had plenty of time to reflect already, I kept it short, before stepping back out and pulling my clothes on. I had just finished doing the last button, when I heard a quiet ‘zap’ in the living room, followed by the steady sound of two heartbeats.
“All right, Winters, where is he?” The first voice was feminine, and European. British, probably.
“He’s here somewhere. Within a couple yards.” The second was male, but anything more than that was distorted, like a man speaking on the radio but made hard to hear by static.
My first thought was Ah, so I’m not the only one. Then I had to figure out what to do. I could just confront them directly, but not knowing what their abilities are, they might well outclass me. Even if they just transport themselves, like how they got in here, they might escape. Best to wait for a moment.
I hovered just an inch off the ground, making my movement silent, and made my way towards them, using the walls as cover. After a moment, the woman called out.
“Colonel Walker? Sir? We’re not here to harm you. We just want to talk. We’re... like you.”
She hesitated on the last sentence, like she was having trouble adjusting to whatever her abilities were as well. After a moment, I decided to respond, pitching my voice so that it would be less obvious where I was.
“How do I know you won’t attack me?”
There was a pause, before they responded. The man, this time. He spoke more confidently than his partner.
“You don’t know that we won’t try, but you shrugged off artillery fire with ease just a few hours ago, and neither of us is packing anything quite that strong.”
He could be lying, but... well, I’m still fast and strong, and not particularly known for being a coward.
“Very well then, Mister... Winters, was it?”
He nodded, as I came out into the living room. “I’ve been workshopping a few code-names, but if I’m honest I prefer my own surname over anything else. May we sit?”
I nodded. Winters was wearing a tuxedo, covering most of his body, but had a black mask of some kind over his head, with green-tinted lenses for eyes. It clearly didn’t stop at the neckline, likely covering the rest of his body as well. There was a gun at his hip, clearly advanced, but clunkier than any service pistol I’d ever worn. A prototype, maybe? The woman didn’t wear a costume at all, instead wearing a black-and-white tye-die shirt under a leather jacket, and a not-insignificant amount of makeup, eyeliner, and the rest. Her stance was less self-assured than her clothing choices, though. Judging by what she’d said earlier, I could guess she was confident before she gained... ‘powers,’ and something about getting them had made her less than confident.
I flicked the lights on before sitting myself. My living room was a little dusty, but none of us really seemed to mind. I had some generic coffee-table books on the coffee table, and more on the bookshelves.
“So, you’re ‘like me.’ You have... abilities?” I balked at calling them ‘super-powers.’ It felt juvenile. People in comics with ‘super-powers’ didn’t ever have to wash blood off of themselves.
“Yes,” Winters said simply. “I build things, and Sadie’s powers, here, are... harder to explain.”
I noted the name, and the non-explanation. I assumed he meant building futuristic-style things, not simply magic construction powers.
“I’m strong, fast, and... hard to kill. Durable, I suppose you’d say.” He nodded. “So, how many of us are there, so far? You said you’d seen me, earlier, so I take it you have some way of locating or monitoring us.”
“Remarkably perceptive, Colonel. There are six, counting you. And if you’re interested, you can meet them all, quite soon. We’ve arranged a meeting, of sorts, so we can hammer out some basic rules.” He paused for a moment. “You’ve already realized we can’t ‘go public,’ yes?”
I nodded. “I’d rather not spend the rest of my days in a lab.”
“Damn right,” Sadie said. “Quite right,” added Winters. “Now, there are already some tensions in the group. We’re pretty clearly not going to remain a... team, or at least not all of us. However, it’s critical we take this chance, while there are still only a handful of us, to set up some core rules for... well, every enhanced person to come after us.”
Hrm. Depending on exactly who gained abilities, it may be acrimonious, but it’s far better to be there and influence what gets decided than to let it be decided for me.
“I’d be glad to attend. How soon?”
If my quick assent surprised him, he didn’t show it. “A week. You’re welcome to stay with us until then, we’ve set up a temporary base in Nevada.”
“I’d rather stay here, if that’s quite alright. I need some time to adjust.”
He nodded, and stood. “Quite reasonable. If there’s nothing more to be said...”
I shook my head, and he reached a hand out to Sadie. She grabbed it, and they were gone.
There were seven of us, at the meeting. Someone else had developed abilities in the intervening time. The news gave no indication anything had happened, or that anything had changed.
We were arranged around a table, in the middle of the desert. It was rough-hewn stone, to begin with, but I smoothed it over with my hands, before we began. I was there, of course, as well as Winters and Sadie. Across the table from me was a middle-aged Asian man, bespectacled. Behind the glasses, his eyes were milky-white. I didn’t get the impression he was blind. Next to him, there was a man a little older than me, hair already greying, in a nice-looking suit. American, as far as I could tell. He gave me a searching look as I glanced his way. To my direct left, was a South American-looking teen, maybe seventeen. He was dressed casually, as most of us were, save Winters, still in his tuxedo and mask. Much like most of us, his power didn’t have an obvious physical manifestation. The final person at the table was another woman. Her clothing suggested she was African, through I wasn’t familiar enough with the culture of various nations and tribes to place her nationality any further than that. When she noticed I was looking at her, her arm flickered, before she grasped it, and concentrated for a moment. It seemed to stabilize, and I looked away.
“Well, we’re all here,” Winters said. “Does anything need to be said before we begin?” He looked around the table, but no one said a word. “Excellent. As some of us do not speak English, I’ve prepared a translator. It’s a prototype, so please speak slowly and enunciate clearly.”
He placed the device in the middle of the table, and we waited for another moment. “Alright, so. The first order of business, as far as I’m concerned, is secrecy. For those of you with families, I’m assuming you’ve told them, yes?”
There was some nodding from Sadie, and the kid. “That’s fine,” Winters said, and both visibly relaxed. “Just don’t allow them to tell anyone else. Because if any of us go public, they’ll have two options. Either spend the rest of their lives fleeing the forces of every country on Earth, who’ll be trying to capture you and enslave or experiment on you, or... take over the world. And I don’t think anyone here intends to let anyone else take over the world, yes?”
The other American spoke up. “Actually, there are some things I need to... reveal, I suppose. Firstly, I informed the President of the United States of the situation four days ago.”
“You what?” That was the teen. The translator copied his tone of voice perfectly, somehow, with only a half-second of delay. “The Americans, they’ll--”
The American raised his hands placatingly. “He gave me a large discretionary budget, and appointed me Director of the Bureau for Posthuman Affairs... and then I wiped his memory.”
That got the rest of the table, who all seemed ready to attack him, to calm down. “So... you developed a new power? Or did you simply keep that ability from the rest of us?” That was the African woman, speaking for the first time.
“Neither. Shortly after my own abilities manifested, I discovered another person with... ‘powers,’ who’d been mutated beyond repair. His touch can erase memories for a variable length of time. An hour’s worth, or a lifetime’s worth. With Winters’ help, I took some tissue samples and converted them into a device which can erase memory. I asked him to remain silent on the matter, as well. We’re going to provide each of you with one of these devices, so as to maintain your secrecy without murdering anyone who sees you. If any of you follow my lead and form your own organizations, I’ll provide you with more of the devices. Personally, I intend to recruit a number of trustworthy unpowered people, who I know from my time with the CIA. I urge you all not to bring just anyone in to your group, as Winters has already outlined the risks of exposure.”
With that said, he fell silent, through he shot me a look as he did so. Does he expect me to ally with him because I was a soldier?
“What is the purpose of this group of yours, then? Will you continue America’s tradition of imperialism?”
“Not exactly,” he replied. “I intend to operate primarily within the United States, and recruit primarily from here, but its goals are not strictly my own.”
Sadie spoke next. More confident than she had been a week ago, I noted. “So, are we adopting a policy of... non-interference? Staying out of the world’s affairs? Because the way I see it, we have the power to change the world, even if we don’t go right out and reveal ourselves.” The kid and the other woman were nodding.
I interjected.  “We can’t. This group right here, or at least you three, might have good intentions for the world, but there will be more of us, and we can’t be naive enough to think they’ll all be utopians as well. If we allow you to overthrow whatever governments you want, that sets a precedent we simply can’t afford.”
The Director, Winters, and the Asian man all seemed to agree. The last of that group spoke, again. “Besides, I would be all for improving life for my country, but I have little interest in seeing the West have the benefit of the super-men at its back.”
“What do we do, then,” Sadie countered. “If we can’t go public, or change anything... do we just fuck around until we die?”
“Isn’t it obvious? We form groups, alliances. Push our own agenda, and likely end up fighting people who disagree with us. If you three,” he gestured at the quickly-coalescing ‘change the world’ faction, “wipe the rest of us out, you’re free to do whatever you like. No higher arbiter is enforcing what we agree on here. The threat of force behind it is us. If anyone breaks the terms, everyone else comes down upon them. If there’s no one left to stop you, you’re free to do anything you like.”
A silence followed that. Winters waited to see if anyone else had anything to say, before speaking again. “Then we’re good. I have the memory devices with me, as well as special communicators we can use to contact each other. You’re under no obligation to use them, but if I detect any new emerging powers, and they’re nearer to any of you than they are to me, I’ll give you a ring.”
He stood from the table, and turned to leave, before pausing. “Wait. One more thing... well, two. First, you must inform every new person you bring in, powered or no, of these rules. Non-negotiable. Second, this time next year... actually, scratch that, let’s make it New Year’s day, by the western calendar. Only a few days away anyhow. New Years’ day, every year, we meet back up here. Everyone can come. If your groups are too large, just bring a few people, as envoys. We’ll discuss anything that needs discussing, and hammer out more rules if the need is clear for them.”
There were murmurs of approval. “A reasonable proposal, Mister Winters,” the Asian man said. As everyone stood from the table, Sadie, the teen, and African woman walked a few feet off and began talking rapidly. They paused, and Sadie ran back to grab the translator. Winters laughed softly and handed it to her.
Winters waved at me, and I floated over to him. “Colonel Walker, you were surprisingly quiet.”
“Frankly, you and the... ‘Director’ already said much of what was on my mind. I don’t think I’ll be joining his Bureau, though.”
I got the distinct impression he was smiling. “Nor I. Though, there was something else I wanted to mention. I’ve extended the same offer to everyone else, and a few have taken me up on it. If you’d like a ‘costume,’ of some kind, I’d be happy to provide. Nothing hi-tech, I’m afraid, but I doubt you need a laser gun to go along with your suite of powers.”
Goddamn, is he a talker. Still, it might be wise to take him upon the offer. I’m hardly intimidating in a button-up.
“Very kind of you, Mister Winters. I’ve given it some thought already, actually. It may be a bit of a cliche, but I’d rather like a cape. Perhaps a silver suit, with blue highlights... or the other way around. Either way, I’ll skip the mask. No reason to hide my identity, considering we won’t be revealing ourselves to the world at large.”
“And a symbol, perhaps? Something for people to know you by?”
I thought for a second. “A silver ‘A’ on the chest.”
“Not standing for America, I hope,” he laughed.
“No. It’s for Atlas.”
January, 1983.
A few weeks later, I was in New Mexico. Aside from a trip to Las Vegas a few years ago, I’d never really been to this part of the country, but the mostly-empty desert areas had provided an excellent spot for my ‘secret base.’ I was also wearing the outfit Winters had made for me. His power seemed to have given him excellent fashion sense, as well as genius. It seemed to be at least somewhat resistant to dirt, and the like, because I had begun carving a chunk out of a large mesa with my back. I’d just pressed myself into it, and flown back and forth, up and down, until I’d removed a sizable chunk. The mesa was massive, and I was able to remove a chunk the size of an aircraft hangar without destroying it entirely. However, I hadn’t carved from the outside. Instead, I’d flown into it, and cut the area out while keeping it looking intact from the outside. I’d have to figure out a better way of hiding it in the future, but it’d do for now.
I had plans to tunnel down underground, pave it with concrete, and the like, but for now, I had to figure out a way to light it. First, I made a small indentation in the walls of the area, and then placed candles inside. Despite that I didn’t need to breathe, as far as I could tell, I made air-holes, both to keep the fires lit, and in case I needed to bring anyone else in here. I had no plans to form a team, though. My capabilities were sufficient that I didn’t need anyone to ‘have my back,’ and I had no real agenda to push. Already, Winters had contacted me twice, to let me know new super-humans had manifested near me. The first was already dead, so I wiped the minds of everyone who’d seen the poor kid detonate, and left. The second was older, and I’d explained them the rules, let them know that the ‘Director’ was recruiting, and the relative locations of the other eight, if he wanted to seek them out.
I may not need a team, through, but... I could use some help. A support staff, both to help get me set up, and deal with things for me. I can’t be everywhere at once.
There was a question of who to recruit, though. The Director could claim to be working for the US Government, and recruit from there, but I had no such ability. College professors, maybe, to help me understand my abilities better? Maybe soldiers I’ve worked with before...
A thought occurred. I slipped out of the mesa, through the small hole I’d made for myself, and set a course for my old base, halfway across the world.
I could fly faster now, more safely. What had been a several-hour flight just a couple of weeks ago was only a single hour now. Taking pains not to be discovered, I’d also tested my strength. As far as I knew, it had no real upper limits. With the helicopter I’d tossed around as a benchmark, I lifted a couple cars from a junkyard at once, and felt no significant increase in weight.
It was night-time in this part of the world, and I slipped into the command building quietly, using my enhanced senses to hide out of sight of both cameras and patrolling guards. When it was unavoidable to go past one, I’d hide by hovering pressed against the ceiling. With super-speed, I read through the personnel files for the men under my command. All dead... except one. Transferred to a military hospital, for crippling injuries. I slipped out though the window and up into the lower atmosphere, scanning the Earth for said hospital.
It took just a few minutes to get there, where I cased the outside for cameras and guards. There were both, but I could get into where the soldier was though a nearby window, and not alert anyone. I proceeded to do so, flying up to the window but climbing through manually, so as not to scare the Captain. He wasn’t asleep, nor did he scream as I entered. He almost looked resigned.
“Hm? Who the fuck are-- Colonel Walker?”
I put a finger to my lips. “Shh. I’m sorry to see you like this, Captain Connors.” He raised his remaining arm, and tried to salute. I saluted back. “H-how did you survive? You... you didn’t betray us, did you?”
I laughed quietly. “No, Connors. It’s far weirder than that.” I hovered about a foot off the ground, careful not to go above the curtains of his little enclosure. His jaw dropped.
“Are you... an angel?”
“Not that, either. Something happened to me, I’m not quite sure what. I’m fast, I’m strong, and I can take a couple hundred rounds to the chest without a scratch.” Some doubt still showed on his face, so I reached out and pressed very, very lightly on the bars of his bed. Not to break them, just bend slightly.
“So, you’re a... super-hero, then? I suppose that explains the outfit.” I laughed. “Yeah, something like that.”
“Then... what do you want with me?” Something between despair and shame showed, clearly thinking of his missing arm.
“Well, Connors, I find myself in need of some trustworthy people to help me manage... being whatever it is I am. And I can’t think of anyone more trustworthy than you. You need time to heal, though, so I won’t just steal you from your bed. If you’re interested, then when you get out of here, come to New Mexico. I’ll be there.” I scribbled the latitude and longitude on a napkin by his bedside.
“Thank you, sir. I’ll be there, I promise.”
“I know you will, soldier.”
February, 2018.
The soldiers opened fire on me before I was close enough to speak. Normal rounds, so I didn’t have to waste time dodging them. I drifted towards, them, floating, and raised my arms. “Gentlemen, you can’t hurt me, and I have no interest in harming you simply because you're orders are to stop me. Just stop shooting me, and let me pass. She may punish you, but it won’t be as bad as what I’ll be forced to do to you if you don’t stop.”
I continued moving forward, and one by one they ceased firing. A decade ago I might have killed them on principle, but there was no real need to. Hardly self-defense when you can’t be killed.
The base I was entering wasn’t underground, unlike most facilities people maintained these days. Instead, it was a tower, built in a valley. It didn’t reach above the walls of the canyon it was nestled inside, and the latest Bureau memory-altering tech kept it from being discovered with the naked eye. I passed by the line of armed guards outside, pushed open the solid-steel door, and located the stairs. The floors were fairly wide, but a spiral staircase wound around the center. There was also an elevator, which is what the stairs were wrapped around, but they’d have already suit it down.
I had no interest in intimidating every soldier in the base, so I simply disarmed them, and pushed them out of the way when they barred my path. On the third floor, a man no more than twenty-five intercepted me, holding two swords, and dressed like a ‘ninja.’ I couldn’t see his face, but his body language told me he was nervous.
“Son, you don’t want to do this. I won’t deny you have a chance. Maybe those swords of yours can hurt me, even. But I’ve been doing this longer than you’ve been alive, and no one’s put me in the ground yet.”
He didn’t respond, and I continued on past him. He didn’t make a noise, not even a heartbeat, as he rushed me, but I knew he was going to anyways. I dodged out of the way faster than he could see, and stuck my arm out. He hit it, and fell back to the ground. Again, before he could react, I grabbed his swords, and tossed them though the nearest window. He didn’t get up.
The next few floors were empty. Well, I could hear heartbeats, but no one confronted me. Either it was just support staff, or the soldiers had decided to lay off for now. There must not have been many enhanced stationed here, as I didn’t see a single one more until I reached the top floor.
I saw a familiar face, outside the single door at the top floor, but not the familiar face I expected. Older than the last time I’d seen him, but still distinctly the same Argentinian teen I’d met at that first meeting. He had a new costume, as well. Segmented metal armor, with shield-shaped pauldrons on his shoulders. It seemed clearly designed not to restrict movement, which made sense, considering his power.
“Ah, Lorenzo! I haven’t seen you since... the meeting in ‘92. So, you and her are still in cahoots, hm?”
He remained silent, in a combat stance. I frowned.
“Are you still holding a grudge from ‘82? Do grow up. Everything turned out for the best, did it not?”
Still, no response. I could hear his heartbeat, so not a replica or a hologram, though it might have been a clone, or something. I made a mental note to ask Connors later.
“Fine, then. We can fight.”
I threw the first punch, knowing full well it would be futile. He caught it, totally arresting my fist’s momentum, and absorbing the force. His power was strange- a ‘perfect defense,’ that let him block any attack, without any real means of retaliation. I tried to backhand him, and he raised an arm to stop me. The momentary distraction let me wrench my other arm free, and begin raining blows down on him. He blocked each at the same speed I struck at, but I knew it wasn’t automatic- he still had to think about it. That meant I could get away with stomping a foot down onto the ground, and shattering the floor beneath us. Shock showed on his face, as he fell down to the floor beneath us, and I simply floated over to the door.
I knocked once, and the door shattered. The familiar face I was expecting was there, leaning back in a reclining desk chair. She wasn’t wearing a uniform, but the leather jacket was gone as well, replaced by a suit and tie.
“Atlas.”
I rolled my eyes slightly. “Come on, now, Sadie. We’ve known each other for what, thirty years? Call me Ben.”
She rolled her eyes and reached for a glass of gin. “What’s the point of the code-name if you never use it?”
There was no seat on the other side of her desk, so I just folded my legs into a sitting position and levitated towards the desk, at roughly eye level with her. “I do use it, for the most part. Old friends get to use my real name.”
“If you think we were ever friends, you’re dumber than everyone thinks.”
I sighed. “There’s no need for such hostility, ‘Patience.’ I simply wanted to ask you if you’d met Winters yet.”
Her eyes narrowed. “He died. We made sure, remember?”
“Not him. His... heir. I don’t know if ‘son’ is the right word. He was at the meeting last month.”
Her face didn’t change with the revelation. “Didn’t go. Or send anyone.” She paused. After a moment, her curiosity got the best of her. “So, what was the kid like?”
“Reminded me of his old man, but almost... sharper. More self-assured,if that was even possible. He seems to have thrown his lot in with the Bureau, which I thought was a bit funny. Wore the same suit, had the same model of the gun that the first one did when he died.”
She smiled, wolflike. “Did it scare you? That he might have been able to actually hurt you? Kill you?”
“No more than the thought that you could, if you’ve been waiting as long as I think you have. But you won’t use all that pent-up energy on me, will you? No, you’re saving it for someone you think is stronger than me. And since I went through every guard you threw at me, even Lorenzo, that makes you pretty damn defenseless, doesn’t it?”
She didn’t show any fear, at the thought I could kill her in an instant. Most people weren’t quite able to process that thought, not consciously. They’d fear me, but not enough, until they’d seen me kill someone in front of them.
Sadie had seen me kill plenty of people, and she wasn’t afraid.
“Just something to think about. Now, I really should be going. If you and Lorenzo haven’t met him, and the Director won’t talk, that leaves... just Shen, unless Flicker’s come back from the dead recently.”
She didn’t answer, as I stepped through the wall and flew away towards the rising sun.
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The New World(entry no.2)
It’s been 4 months since my last entry. I have been through a lot since then. Nothing short from my last adventure I there to described. I have been to two survival sanctuaries. Supposedly designed for safety. As well as the welfare of our planet and it’s newfound stats.
There is one thing prior to me of which I’m certain. The new world along with its events not only gives my life purpose as I have previously perceived, but rendered me a seemingly infinitely jubilant soul. That’s the only way I can put it. Whereas to others it does the opposite based on what I’ve experienced. Fortunately, I’ve met people at the third sanctuary, counting the first where I was left for dead, that have similar feelings. I am going to recount my experience at the scientific institute in which I was a potential resident.
Honestly, I fell like this sanctuary held more sentimental feelings of dread then the previous events that followed up to it. I refer to the base. I didn’t kill nearly as many infected, yet the only thing that feels infected is my tolerance. I’m struggling to find out what about it is. Perhaps the near un perceivable amount of carnage left me baffled in a brutal way. Watching people I know along with friends I made turn into delicacies for the endorsed maniacal infected denizens. This was the real deal. This institute. You supposedly get used to the carnage. But I’m this infected world, getting used to constant carnage is like getting punched in the nuts when you’re the toughest guy on the planet. And it only gets worse.
I did make one ally before I arrived to the next sanctuary. The pilot I rendered under my command to do as I said. He goes by Don. He made his living in this new world by offering his skills in the form of services in exchange for supplies and a shelter. We left the armored vehicle in a spot we considered to be decent as we flew over the supposed mine field. I had my sniper ready and I told Don to be on high alert. Then after we landed and as we were scanning the place, we established a friendship after a 20 minute conversation. I was happy I found someone to relate to. The last person I could relate to was Bryce Reyes and I have no idea where he was. I still don’t.
We were getting ready to turn back. Then we spotted an SOS smoke marker. The white smoke drifted into the air with a steady pace. We decided to make our way to it. We were heavily armed one could say. Me with a suppressed glock and him with a suppressed beretta. We also carried a primary weapon. Me with an SIG Saur sniper rifle, and Don with an G 46 assault rifle. Near the bolt operation mechanism near the top, was a stamped imprint labeled: SiG Sauer SSG 2000. It was a pretty handy weapon. It was my first time using it. I had used my glock to eliminate nearby infected who we stumbled upon. We agreed more than likely it signifies that there’s got to be a pack of them somewhere nearby. So we proceeded with caution. Soon we reached the source of the signal. Although there seemed to be no sign of survivors. I thought maybe it was too late.
It was a house. Like a fancy residence building. Something you’d expect a mayor of a town to live in.
We were right about the pack. They were lingering about, in and out, and through the two story house. As usual with defected bodies with cut open parts and blood dripping. They were too focused on something to draw attention to us. Although I was sure one of them gave a glance to our presence. I picked off about 30 if them, leaving me with 1 more clip. I placed about 10 more clips nearby discreetly. I equipped two, leaving me with 15 rounds, plus my suppressed glock. I was confident it was all I needed to clear the area. Then again, there could be more packs waiting inside. I told Don to retrieve the armored vehicle and the copter so we could escape when necessary. I also told him, I was going to explore the area by myself. He questioned it. But I shrugged it off and told him his role was more important. He took off.
As I advanced towards the estate, I realized the smoke was coming from inside the house. I reached the door. I opened it. I lied my eyes upon 3 strangely figured infected individuals. Their faces were caved in and had a strange bone crest on their forehead. They made some kind of hissing sound. Their spine seemingly protruded from their backs, but not hard enough to brake their rotten skin layers. Two of them were feasting on featureless corpses who’s first two layers of flesh had been completely removed. The one closest to the door I just opened, opened it’s mouth slightly and some colorless saliva type liquid dropped on the corpses featureless face. I looked closely to see the skinless corpses face meat layer slowly deteriorate. But only very mildly so. Then the skinless corpse slightly moved a limb. It’s forearms as well. A third skinless corpse was missing its lower torso. On the left side of its face all the meat layers have been removed revealing its skull eye socket. It barely moved as well. Its rib cage hung out and some normal infected feasted on the remaining origins of that deceased individual. Blood was smeared all over the floor.
These corpses they were feasting on looked fresh. As if it only recently occurred. The crest headed infected closest to me then threw his head in haste at me and snarled. Mouth dripping with the strange liquid. I aimed at its head and fired. It’s crest prevented the slug from entering its brain. It charged at me. I dodged its ram as it hit the wall. It then surprisingly backed up and began gargling. The other standard infected individuals took after it in a sense of leadership. I could tell it was going to projectile that liquid my direction. I hastily boosted my body for cover. I used a standard room door detached from its hinges. Thankfully the knob was still on it. I held onto it. The liquid seemed to have eaten through the wood as termites wound do. But only 8 minutes after. 4 seconds after the liquid hit the door, I rammed it as hard as I could. Which wasn’t very hard cause of the weight.
The crest heads moved significantly faster than the standard infected. Still not as fast as runners though. The crest head fought to reach me from the other side. I decided to blind the fucker and destroy its jaw. The 3 standard infected followed shortly behind. I also took its fingers off disabling its slash attacking ability. I carefully counted my last 3 rounds in my glock as the standard infected individual increasingly advanced. It had no sight , no jaw, and no fingers. Still it somehow sensed I was close to reaching a dead end in the hallway. It thrashed about. I dropped the antsy standard dead head behind him accurately. Then I realized the only way to kill it or destroy it was to remove the head from its body. Right then and there I knew I needed my Sauer rifle to do so. I detached the suppressor of the Sauer rifle. I didn’t want to take any chances. I needed to fire fast and efficiently. Not accurately. Not then. It was harder than I had previously perceived. It took 3 shots to create a crater in its neck near the Adam’s apple, knocking it out with other fleshy parts all over the place. The 3rd shot definitely slowed it down. It was beginning to get weaker due to the near slight detachment of its neck. But it kept itself moving. I had 2 more rounds left. I apparently got lucky because the first shot I landed dislocated the remaining flesh tendons from its deep cratered neck. It’s head hung from meat tendons. Some with fresh dead flesh on them. I landed a final shot. And believe it or not it was a lucky shot as well going through its sternum to its head after exiting the back of the sternum. The last standard zombie approached in a curious manner only to have a bullet plummet through its skull. The last remaining in the living room of the house was a crest head. He was chewing on the corpse of the skinless corpse before. Only now it was only a drenched skeleton with pieces of meat hanging off of it. I’m almost glad they’re that stupid. I would appreciate more of a challenge but every scruff I get into with these dead heads, I risk my life. Technically I do anyway. I put a slug in its upper side of its head.
For a moment I thought it was over. Then I heard a scream. My combat sessions with the undead seemingly attracted a lot of infected. They more than likely followed the flare signal marker smoke then smelled the trapped individual upstairs. I looked to split, but the entrance was getting blocked off by dead heads. I inserted the last clip I had for my glock handgun. I was very careful to land perfect headshots as I progressed to find a way out. I equipped my combat knife at the ready as well for personal close encounters. I thought I was done for. There were too many and they kept poring in. Then Don arrived in the armored vehicle and mowed them down with a SAW light machine gun. I was very grateful. I owed him one. I got in the armored vehicle with him and we sped off. We drove back to the helicopter. Don flew the helicopter of course. Me, driving, we stayed in contact via radio connection by an external input where it was compatible with our vehicles.
After about an hour of searching, we finally came upon what looked like to be a standard amateur survival camp. Needless to say, it’s members were not present at the time. Then we stumbled upon a trail. It seemed like these survivors have relocated. We followed the trail briefly just to be safe. Guns at the ready. To our surprise, there was an open field. It had been covered in trees until someone cut them all down. It’s anyone’s guess as to why. Before we advanced, a human figure zoomed out at us with wit and skill. Me and Don fired a couple of rounds and missed. He put his hands up. He had a crossbow on his back.
“Don’t shoot, I’m here to help”! He blurted out. We kept our guns on him.
“My names Zach and I can help”?
“What do you mean? What are you doing out here”? I questioned.
“Just surveying the neighboring grounds is all” Zach replied. He removed the crossbow from his back and put it on the ground humbly.
“What happened to the folks of those camps”? I asked.
“Some rabid gangs have been trying to take over these parts for awhile now. Many groups tried to fight back and it became a bloodbath. It’s under control now. We took care of it”.
“Whose we”? I asked.
“Wait, How come you showed up just before we were about to go on that field”? Asked Don suspiciously.
“I was just about to get to that”, stated Zach.
“It’s a fucking mine field. Product of all that stuff I just told you. I tried to save you”.
“Thanks”, I said plainly.
“Where’s your base”? I asked him.
“I’m not really supposed to tell survivors about it”, he said. Before he could continue, I spoke.
“Hold that thought”. I went to grab our trusty armored vehicle that has pulled us through for a good while. I showed him our weapons and explained how we could be of use. He generously agreed to introduce us to his base. I asked him how far it was. He said with our vehicle it would take no longer than 8 minutes.
The base turned out to be a cdc scientist institute. According to Zach, it was once a hospital. Then after the breakout it became a safe haven for survivors, doctors, and scientists alike. The leaders of the institute had made many reconfigurations to the place prior to the breakout. Especially after things settled down and the first wave of survivors attempted to reach salvation, I’d imagine. They called it the Obin institute. Not sure why, though. The institute is at least a couple of kilometers more wide than the first base and had a bigger antenna sticking out of the top. Some state of the art shit, I imagined. Definitely larger and seemingly more advanced than the last bases antenna. And for an hour after we arrived once I’d seen it, I had hope this would be our salvation. Needless to say, it wasn’t even close.
Like the last base, the institute had its own security military type style personnel. There were actually 3 branches in the institute. The first one, or the main priority rather, were the doctors and scientists who did the research prior to the outbreak and continue to do so. The second, were the security personnel, armed to the teeth. No different than last base. Although this one had more guards. The place was bigger and seemed to deem some sort of importance. We would find out soon. The dress code for the security forces were different than the previous. They were a darker shade of blue. Some wore hazmat type light plastic wear, and some just leather dark blue. Sometimes they even wore hazmat masks when guarding closed to survivors section or other secret studies. This caught my attention. Most bothered not to give a care.
That day, at the lunch table, we met two remarkable individuals.
“What do you think the deal is with the freaky cdc type masks the security are wearing”? I asked Don quietly. Don looked over to them guarding the entrance. There were two sets of them. One guarding the back exit, and one the sections of the institute entrance. Specifically, the scientist doctors headquarters.
“It’s probably part of the agreement. You know how this new world makes people act”, stated Don.
“I hope this place isn’t locked down on policy personnel procedures”, I said.
“I’m more worried about what they put into this food! I mean...who do you know who cooks something like this”?! Exclaimed Don.
“I’m about to launch a complaint file to the kitchen zone so they can get their shit together”, he continued. Then a friendly female voice spoke seemingly out of nowhere.
“You’ll eat what they give you, period. There’s not many options to getting your ways here at this place. I’m Anne”. Next to her was a fairly built male.
“This is Jerry, you must be new”, she said.
“I’m Josh and this is my friend slash pilot Don”, I said. We got acquainted. She and Jerry explained the physical layout of the institution. There were 6 sections of the whole institute. The first was the main HQ. Then came the work stations of the survival personnel including education sessions for young ones about the outbreak, the infected and whatnot. Then there was the security HQ. Next comes the vital Research labs stations filled with doctors and scientists for their work. Then the waste and trash compartments where the sewer pipes lead and where infected remains were disposed of, as we learned. The last two are vital as well with one of them being secret kept by the main scientist doctor organizers of the institute. The secret one was where they kept the genetically altered infected we learned later. Their goal was not just to solely find a cure but to explore the genetics and possibilities of the infected due to research and study. Implying that they had a group of hyper intelligent infected in there somewhere. Locked up. Kept secret from most of the personnel of the institute. Only few doctors knew of it. The last one was the last resort plan which consisted of a self destruct room with all kinds of explosives. Not just the shrapnel kind. There were rumors of nuclear warheads. This was top secret info. Me and Don figured it out prior to the institute outbreak before Jerry and Anne..... well we’ll get to that.
Apparently survivors were called in for monthly check ups. This made me feel uneasy in a place as organized and strict as this. It didn’t feel right. There were rules and rewards for those who ace their check ups. More privileges were attained. More freedom and whatnot. About 68 percent of the time in the institute was idly social. The rest was work and eating(also partly social). Jobs and assignments were based upon what the scientists and doctors needed for their current research. For the good of the survivors, the institute, mankind and whatnot. You were required to work and assist the institute if you wanted to stay there. It was fairly paced and gave survivors free social time. It went well for most and seemed to be a good fit. Except for the check ups. After awhile, the four of us started noticing that every now and then someone would not return from their check up. The institute was very sly about this. They did their best to keep the survivors distracted and lied to them. Then they promoted the suspicious ones and whatnot. We even fell victim to this a couple of times. Then we decided to do something about it. In the course of a month, we became acquainted with a devastated individual by the name of Dean. We were very sympathetic towards him. His little brother had been gone for almost two months. He was distraught. We came up with a plan. It needed to happen sooner or later. Because we knew whatever they were doing was in favor of the research this facility was conducting. And boy were we right.
We took a huge step. If was a huge risk. Very dangerous if we got caught. We eventually made it to the depletion of dangerous chemicals department. You didn’t need special clearance to get in. Also implying no electronically locked door was in the way. This proved to be their downfall. However, they never expected anyone to rebel such as we did. We ran into the remains of his brother and several other survivors we were acquainted and even befriended by. One by the name of James was diced up from his knees to his upper chest, most of his body missing. Dean and two other friends were distraught. Dean couldn’t help but to release a mild outburst. Whatever he hit, he activated the mini mechanical machine like tubes connected to the clean un operated head of the dead one called James. The head made an unearthly screeching sound and it’s eyes rolled to the back of its head. It vibrated. The diced meat and organs of James in a blender type compacter, began turning the diced pieces into liquid. Blood spat out of the heads mouth. Then strained out the ears, nose, and eyes with intense flow.
“Turn it off!”, screamed Dean. I spun to the crew and told them now is the chance to escape and start a battle to fight for our lives against the institutes personnel. They gave it all they had. Right after the incoming security were ambushed and killed by us. We took their weapons and got ready for the next wave. We apparently forgot to double tap one of the corpses from the first wave. Unbeknownst to us ,the viral infected didn’t attack us. It knew. It just wanted to feed. So it messed around the blender compacter as we massacred the second wave. Eventually it got the lid open and detached it. It went to town and drank from it like a smoothie from heaven. How did I know? Well I could hear it. I was just too busy killing assholes to pay attention to our unwanted guest. Eventually the greedy fucker took a chunk out of Gabe right before vomiting a single series of its smoothie and head right on us. Then we blew its head off, obviously.
We made it to the announcement room baring only 4 casualties counting Gabe. We had a defector in the kitchen slash HQ. He set the area on fire, metaphorically speaking. Soon all hell broke loose. Me and Don were lucky enough to retrieve our vehicles as they were confiscated and defected by the institute. It was a huge battle. Very savage and violent. Survivors versus security personnel. Luckily, the institute wasn’t prepared for the onslaught, meaning however many survivors died, we breached the scientist doctor HQ research experimentation area. Many of the survivors, knowing what the doctors were responsible for, lead them to their horrible deaths. Such as drowning in the blood, guts, and remains of infected, slow brain frying, quartering procedures designed for infected and so much more. It seemed we were triumphant. A lot of it was because of me and Dons defense play I’ll admit. With my infamous armored vehicle and it’s weapons. Especially cause we found a cannon that fits onto the vehicle. We killed many. However, as the threat of the security died down, there was the evident threat of the oncoming infected attracted by the battle. Thousands at the gate to the institute.
It wasn’t long until someone discovered the secret room. I never got to see what it looked like and part of me is glad I didn’t. However the intelligent infected became loose. There were 4 of them. Two looked to be of African descent. One bald the other with a Bob Marley hairstyle. Their mouths were covered in blood. The haired ones jaw was hung ajar. But it’s hand flesh and muscle were chewed off until the end of the forearm. The fleshed out bone wasn’t a hand but more of a fingerless implant of some sort of sharpened chain piece it seemed. The other two were American militarily generals it seemed. Right after the infected made their way in, me and Don were mowing down wages of oncoming infected. Anne and Jerry were with us at first but realized they needed to prevent the outside infected from finding other ways to breach the institute. They always do. As usual we had the unfortunate luxury of witnessing their deaths. Jerry mowed down the two military generals who had managed to kill and mutilate 8 survivors. Almost killing Anne as well. Then he was decapitated by the zooming smart infected with the chain piece. Anne attempted to mow it down. It apparently made a circle where it met up with the other one. They each stabbed their limbs(hands with arms)into both of her sides. They ripped her in two staring from the middle. The middle of her body as well as her chest became separated, creating a hole in her body in which the hole spread as a tear to her neck and downwards to her groin as well. Until she was separated completely in two. Her blood and insides of her body lost their gravity the instant it happened. I then also witnessed a guy get his heart ripped out and eaten by them almost as fast as when they killed Anne. He was alive and watched them eat it. It was time for an endgame to get the hell out of this place. Unfortunately, there was still more to witness before we were free. Infected just being themselves. And people used to think that was a good thing.
We realized more deadheads were becoming apparent because the two smart infected have cracked some infected attracting tech of which I am familiar with. Although I wasn’t surprised they had it here. So we attempted to locate the source. We attempted a shortcut we believed to be plausable. It just lead to another infected hellhole. Although this time there was plenty to see. This is all I recall: a torsoless rotter with intestines dangling out the side of its ribcage was feasting on a dead security mans torn open thorax, slowly. Then an obese infected with its giant stomach layer flaps open. It’s ribcage was visible and it held its intestines as did two other legless infected. It stared at me viciously. It put its intestine in its mouth. I observed all this very quickly. Then I looked up. It only got worse. There were dozens of blood covered infected seemingly taking other more rotten infected apart to either connect more limbs to already limbed infected for fun, or attempt to put the disassembled rotten infected back together. They used intestines to tie the body parts in place. Many intestines. It was as it appeared. Whether they were successful or not is something we’ll never know and I pray you never will. That’s all you need to know. We hauled ass out of there. The smart one eventually caught up to us. The other ‘artists’ reaching out to him slowly. Him zooming by without regards. We stayed in the vehicle. It ran from one side of the vehicle to the other, tirelessly. A helicopter came by. We were lucky to find a un designated route out of the compound. We thought we got luckier. Nope. It was a high ranking doctor who did business with the institute. He almost killed Don, but I got him in time. Knowing how many trackers were in the copter, we blew it up. We took off. The dead, arriving like vultures. Nothing really changes anymore once you think about it. We’ve been searching for gas for awhile now.
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Blue pounces, attaching herself onto his back.
       Eyes scanned over one of his drones as fingers danced across the augmented overlay keyboard. Diagnostics were running quite smoothly thus far for the rotary copter drone as it floated a few meters out and soon a smile would curl along his lips. It wouldn’t be long before the small drone would be used alongside him during his typical “outings,” but first he’d have to perform a “live-fire” test to ensure the weapon systems were fully operational. Now to figure out where to enact the final test…
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       Unfortunately for Tech those actions would be completed far to sooner than expected. See when the brunette haired girl pounced upon him, that inadvertently caused a finger to slip as the activation button brought the flying drone’s weaponry to life. The sound of small arms fire reverberated around the area as several rounds were unloaded directly into the pair’s direction. Drek this isn’t fragging good at all! Thinking on his feet, there was just barely enough time to react and throwing the woman to the ground beneath him while shielding her atop. A few moments passed before the machine finished unloading before crashing down to the earth below.
       “What the frag glittergirl!” Tech shouted as he loomed above Blue both making sure no bullets hit her and annoyance in his tone. At this point they were rather close together as a bit of blood dripped from his right arm from a grazed shot. “What the drek were you thinking?”
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