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What it takes
Even going to school and Knowing every part of a topic or the intricacies of every discipline wont help ya or liberate ya once u dont have the concepts explained below of making gadgets and contrivances and even praying fervently in all beautiful declarations or 4 long hours. Even eating corpses as earlier though, the bottomless at 1st u must know how to talk to jachien as devil, Christ with little kids/children to cement the truth. Its starts from their and thats the criteria.
Kebi they have known walks that side and this side so conducive 4 a knockdown like in the USA but not in Kenya as people who have gone their can say, so to kill him and eat him in Kenya proof futile so they say get to the USA to facilitate the above. Yeah, I was smelling sweet now i smell 3 x as much as i used to when i hit the pussy i smell 6 x as when i was i Wichita. Go ya way, u fools, stupid braggart!!!! Click the song link below 4 more
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3mHMWO_-mM
Now if policeman sees 1 with cash in ya midst they say u r partaking bang as them also hope to benefit as u want to benefit from him, using women as prostitutes to get that cash from u, marshal up the cash allover Kenya and put something on road like a matatu even with a business u give ya woman, put some side to give the group to go on. Be watchful 4 such women as they champion continuity of bad traits in the community, the lazy still do and u wonder why if u dont know the above. Some twilight organizations give u the woman u want to fuck see from website as they take 10% of it to ensure they lady safety, in-fact they send the woman to ya doorstep not as previous only in hotels
Now we got the hand held thermometer with decimals at some few meters it tells ya friend, neighbor or brother temp, so if an intruder transfigures to their likes u take it from beside or behind and what u eject is a rod, u hit him with good and nowhere u will be taken cause he has disturbed ya 4 long and its been a nuisance as much as with banks. If ya money stolen or u killed, ambushed or kidnapped is the bank staff wanting to take ya cash and if u had written a will 4 ya money to be given like $ 1 to every bank client then they got to obey that so they dont benefit from ya cash if the manage to do the above. The problem will solve it self as uncle Nellies of the south tells no point 4 empty romantic illusions like philosophical sayings which have only made such people be killed and the above technology can be used in passport centers, point of entries of countries in voting centers, schools, jobs etc 4 identification.
E-speed boat as well can be of help to Somali to get goods and people to the other side via the Indian or red sea cause its not that wide to Yemen or Oman and if those nations have built good infrastructures like rail system and road then getting to UAE or Kuwait after connecting with road or rail from speed boat aint an issue.
They even get plates parts which are broken from houses and take them to like the nursing homes and shelters to be counted as broken as new one replenished while the not broken 1 but hidden shipped to African markets like explained below but lucky enough Africans have learnt to make such as plates where u take broken part place in dough 30% weight of the plate- u measure it with ya weighing machine- then in the dark hurl cold water unto it and boom its formed.
Unless God speaks again is when we can authenticate the bible truth and doctrines, if not they were written but 1 thing cements the truth to tell u God exists like at night u hear hell door being shut up with a voice and those who have died if u partake -mwarubaine- u see them in hell or on bench waiting or free. Goat and ship parable to bring the above reality
Ona vile voke amefura vile anatembea, eti madem anatake wameongeza mangari na sasa watu wanataka kuanza kuwasumbuwa sasa ni sharti alete hiyo jinsia waache eti got to be wise or cleaver to rattle a certain trait dude period.
Look at how dedanul is standing on the road some1 might think he is thinking profoundly but unfortunately if u could have known his thinking u could be pitying him as his wife is cooking stew meat and he is somehow angry but with the visitors to the the above, it means he will have to part with few pieces as well as a small piece of ugali which if alone he can eat like 4 times, so he is thinking on how he can do the same with still maintaining respect. See what am saying, he is calling his wife to keep him the food he wont be able to eat with them so if they leave some ugali he will add to his. Girlfriend “ I will be there after an hour” says delanu, as he head to but a dime roasted maize on the other side of the road.
East Africa boat making company in the links below
https://www.google.com/search?q=tanzania+speed+boat+making+company&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjNr5DT1N_oAhUJmxQKHXTWCLsQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654
https://www.montereyboats.com/Boat-Manufacturer-4-5.html
https://www.facebook.com/SamAnzaiBoatBuildersCoLtd/
Atomic bomb made with many abbreviation written on boxes placed under dough, used clothes, plastic or glass bottle, chaff or cereals as well a cotton wool or leaves and cold water poured, same to nucleic bomb where the place in dough aint the above abbreviated boxes but egg albumen or nucleus or York.
Paid we want his corpse via political turmoil like those who were shot up high on chopper or exhumed or in anyway possible not known to de public. KEBI corpse.
Locate not loyal people to the govt if they got rich followers so kill them like above to later lias with clan members to exhume to take the coffin and replaced with an exhumed old 1 now as much as jewels and shoes as much as suits. Try with along tumblr signing up/in email of more than 35 character to log in another computer, it cant dude, it tells u wrong format, so how on earth u want the same.
Bank should capture people opening account to avoid impersonating fellow doing the same which creates hardship between ya and the bank like in the link below, so it can be retrieved or place under the bank website for public 4 every a/c opened where u input id no or name and it comes with the held in hand detectors in place like temperatures, pulse rate or bmi to make it impeccable.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSPhaaAcIo8
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=hand+held+temperature+machine
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=hand+held+bmi+machine
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=hand+held+body+must+index+machine
Buy wind turbine and rotate it not with wind but another gear motor like in the link below the motor shown while on motion in24 hr way consume 2 units of Kenyan power so in a month consumes 30 units which is $ 12 no-matter what, so its a nice energy saver as sometimes u switch off the motor when not using the electricity or to avoid overheating that could burn the motor. So u rotate the wind turbine with 12 bucks while the energy given u use to power your house gadgets as much as lighting and shower. Owner of think twice electronics, u can buy 1 that uses 120 volts to still save much connecting it to a 120-240 step up/down transformer, the electric bill would be even less that $ 12 specified above, make work easy dude
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=alibaba+wind+turbine+
https://www.google.com/search?q=alibaba+120+volts+motors+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiOxPGWguDoAhWLERQKHVuEACkQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654
Dont be bored listen to the song below, click the link, a woman who shys away from connecting ya to bad people who if u did not have they could be giving u names but want from ya and leave bad kids around to disturb others
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HS516F6YGI011:37The local girls are now pretty but they are connected to dignitaries so folks leave them alone cause it can derail ya, u know dude!!!While negro counterpart want to associate ya to bad character people who r of no help to ya but want from ya that way, so people leave them alone, blessing in disguise or let them be prostitutes14:26Mcsleepy Nelson If she doesn’t play with it now when its dry when will she play with it, magdalin go ahead play with it girl, to big 4 ya girl, nah, then do ya work, make it happy, play with ya, the ball in ya court.
The local girls are now pretty but they are connected to dignitaries so folks leave them alone cause it can derail ya, u know dude!!! While negro counterpart want to associate ya to bad character people who r of no help to ya but want from ya that way, so people leave them alone, blessing in disguise or let them be prostitutes. KEBI is dancing as if his girlfriend is preparing green-grams or stew beans to be eaten with rice or chapati at night in the song link below
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1v5DU1brzVw
Buy siporui electrical generator and sincro as googled
Parcel can be carried on e-boats to span the seas that has 2 motors that dont stop all way through dude. so countries on the edges direct to other continents have the day like Eritrea and Senegal as much as caring other goods and people
Click the E-engines 4 mini-speed boat in the link below
https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+e-engines+for+speed+boats&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiUnt_KotvoAhXynFwKHSSjAsYQsAR6BAgHEAE&biw=1280&bih=910
Hindu and Britain u r poor back off dude, how long we will be warning or telling u that, take ya broke ass home in the song link below
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0SyUgw98tE
https://picsthatmakeyougohmm.tumblr.com/post/614876193170259968/hmmm
The type of hole above is found on the shores of Mexican coastline to perform well the described below as well as in African coastline and inland waters as well as the Caribbean isles
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+25%3A31-46&version=NLT
The link above rep those who are feeling bad that u have made it through out of hell fire zone as the expected as paid eye witness as u say Mr Hindu willow pachi as ya mind to give ya different behavioral character, weed parable or Jesus with little children to cement the truth which tantamount to zero-work on hindu looking for high seat like in the link below
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+14%3A15-24&version=NIV
Jesus was killed mainly of saying about nyama tree which is a permanent fresh mint 4 mouth. In the cross saying italic works with wide loud voice as if he has been administered 1 via the nose as its done traditionally in Africa and it was growing in kisii, king of the jew to cement the truth and Christ was hanging on cross like meat in the butchers to signal me is where i interrelated the bible chapters even with like ten minas as it has ma sound as nyamawho to find the drug and still inter-related it with Malachi 4 as i used to love mala as curdled milks as worker and vineyard parable crops in to cement the above truth and when the drug is administered much they tie you and u produce crying sound like an infant or a kid or a child as much with much innovations i have placed in other tumblr a/c following this. Women also helped with with the slogan Barnabas to signal us to read the bible to inter-related to like come with the above which could be impossible without it. Moreover i got next house neighbors called Malachi to bring home reality above and the way most hooligans eat with making extra keys. Chi-ngato tM, Mathare valley were downtown not flat looking like Chicago cbd to bar people from going their cause they will be tired of walking and hinder the pursuit of gunman robbers
Ny still reach as tumblr still theirs which has won the confidence of many as it can be used to serve justice as opposed to other like Facebook who dis-enable ya a/c without ya consent and must have a phone and a line to open unlike tumblr but the problem is like with orgamistic photos are not in many small boxes to navigate easy like with Instagram but in a long line which is hard to scroll down but they can avert the whole drama bro
If Africa come up with their own bullet train like with SA then they can make a 2 way rail not 1 as seen in many nations to reach the cost lands like west Africa, North Africa like morocco to connect using yacht to Europe Spain to deliver the above explained parcels as with Eritrea though not fast as air but another reduced price delivery like 4 home appliances as much as office or just gadgets like furniture, clothes or office where or people. Even with Caribbean isles with South America and the ship the same goods to like North America huge population nations like Mexico or USA cause those islands are in the middle creating another new frontier of employment 4 those who can take long to afford instant air-tickets. Africans as well can in place of the rail above make their own wide super highways to facilitate the above from coast to coast once they have known the technology.
In USA shelters or nursing homes they even target small gadgets like nail cutters or combination padlocks, bandage, Colgate, soaps, shampoo, perfumes and bring them to Africa like explained above, even with health gadgets they open and create a hitch in their, which the hospital declare unfit, they take it and bring it to Africa still as much as with much drugs and medicines in nursing homes and those hospitals which got a nursing home. Transportation cost nothing cause its Electric yacht or drone as much as airplane so they dont give a hoot.
Cut like going to fully ripe avocado and taken the next day it suppose to ripe treats tetanus to cement Christ truth with worker and vineyard parable another version as much as the inside of the mango seed or avocado treats many sicknesses which u ought to investigate. Where if u find, bring the above place in darkness in a cut way they hurl cold water upon them to make the medication u want.
Ndawa and dawa as well find their way to Africa via the above methods as worker and vineyard parable crops in to cement the truth as much as mfalme wa ya whodi of what Christ was saying not ya own interpreted versions. Dust is the Satan food as well to bring out reality.
If u do any voodoo to me like pouring out this and that on my this and that to harm me, u have gotten it out wrong as i got magrass, manyasi as antidote which the boomerang comes back to ya. Like falling under ya own trap after u 4 get u place it their.
Many grave in Poland or Siberia which could fall to cannibals are manned this way, u place the 2 above to power the wireless camera which is shielded from strong light and bad weather like falling snow or rain and upper part of the grave was a placed stone cover which if slides a little bit switches on to ring the siren alarm system which is its speakers are place high on the post and on the writing stone tablet placed on the grave which is heavy like in the link below to avoid exhumation until a certain period of time lapses
https://www.jumia.co.ke/generic-200w-12v24v-wind-power-generator-red-lantern-style-wind-turbine-street-lamp-11713558.html
https://www.jumia.co.ke/electronics-cameras-security-surveillance/?q=wireless+cameras
https://www.jumia.co.ke/generic-lcd-wireless-gsm-home-burglar-fire-alarm-system-pet-immune-rir-sensor-security-us-plug-19416292.html
https://www.jumia.co.ke/home-office/?q=wireless%20alarm%20systems
https://www.alibaba.com/trade/search?fsb=y&IndexArea=product_en&CatId=&SearchText=solar+powered+generator
Once the casket is placed, u place a concrete immediately to still create another same casket room 4 the above to be installed.
Made in Tanzania speed boat in the link below
https://www.google.com/search?q=speedboats+made+in+tanzania+photos&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwihu5z9guDoAhU08uAKHaf0DCQQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=U_Lna7-hBQ4PNM
https://www.facebook.com/SamAnzaiBoatBuildersCoLtd/
Worlds 1st yacht pricing in the link show below, click 4 more dude, nitatomba wasichana hapo ndani mimi kebin dawe was MN
https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=UoqRXsO_D_rggwf-p6qQCg&q=electric+yatch+pricing&oq=electric+yatch+pricing&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzIFCCEQoAEyBQghEKABOgQIABBHOgQIABANOggIABAWEAoQHjoGCAAQFhAeOggIABANEAUQHjoICAAQCBANEB46BQgAEM0COgcIIRAKEKABShEIFxINMTAtMzRnMzQ1ZzMyOEoMCBgSCDEwLTJnNWczUJO8AVjczgFggdIBaABwAngAgAHtA4gBmRSSAQcyLTQuMy4xmAEAoAEBqgEHZ3dzLXdpeg&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwjDsPamhODoAhV68OAKHf6TCqIQ4dUDCAs&uact=5
Click the link below 4 made in Kenya Milk apparatus
http://www.milkatm.com/
Corrugated new technology USA houses now in Kenya in the link below
https://www.tuko.co.ke/275990-cost-building-a-house-kenya.html
https://www.google.com/search?q=fridges+made+in+kenya+and+prices&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiB89Pbh-DoAhVWA2MBHVrJCHQQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=Fc7a-PxmMoQA1M
Sonar Kenyan made TV, Home theater and Tv cabinet in the link below, click 4 more
https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+sonar+tv&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiZ9_vXiuDoAhVx6uAKHbw6CIgQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654
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Get a glimpse of senegal 1st pay Tv in the link below
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Dont worry with ya tricks and hunger, we now got our own decoder per every nation, so convince ya people to leave foreign ones like DStv and get that bouquet they pay stop resorting to open gimmicks. Jesus with division and lost coin parable to bring reality but with chwa seed i got the idea on mfalme wa yawhodi as he was bear chested women investigating to show the public he got sports or not as Aid symptoms or kichwa ngumu as being rude with king of jew to bring reality. U just inter-related the bible saying and u came up with truth.
A man saying am resorting to hooliganism so they arrest and feed me, the budget to tight 4 me as many wants ya food as well giving u no rest.
Buy BFX electronic as home appliances from kenya and slovenia Gorenje in the link below
https://www.google.com/search?q=bfx+electronic+from+which+country&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwij1Nm_tODoAhUeBGMBHclsCGAQsAR6BAgHEAE&biw=1024&bih=654
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Buy Kenyan made Wasp generator in the links below
https://yellow.co.ke/electric-link-international-ltd/blogs/wasp-generators-in-nairobi-kenya
https://www.google.com/search?q=wasp+generator+made+in+which+country&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwijs7iXu-DoAhVV8uAKHbU7AZoQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1024&bih=654
Below is Nigerian water powered generator inside the link and Mikano generators
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Ghana made fuel-less generator in the link below, click dude, waste no time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjkJXlJzkBU
Buy as well Switzerland ABB made No fuel generator in the link below
https://www.google.com/search?q=abb+generator+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwik97mrwODoAhXQA2MBHecCDpUQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654
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Buy cooking kitchen ware made from or direct from Nija as Nigeria in the link below as well as mixi or nexus appliances
https://www.google.com/search?q=nulec+home+appliances+from+which+country&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjY0t7aweDoAhUS5uAKHZc0BxcQsAR6BAgIEAE&biw=1024&bih=654
https://madeinnigeria.biz/
https://www.nairaland.com/4943722/locally-made-nigeria-electric-bucket/3
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Buy from Kenya binatone kitchen ware appliances in the link below or Bulgaria lachi
https://www.google.com/search?q=binatone+appliances+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjo0vK-xeDoAhVgDGMBHcr1DLsQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654
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Theft eliminated finally
Now we got the hand held thermometer with decimals at some few meters it tells ya friend, neighbor or brother temp, so if an intruder transfigures to their likes u take it from beside or behind and what u eject is a rod, u hit him with good and nowhere u will be taken cause he has disturbed ya 4 long and its been a nuisance as much as with banks. If ya money stolen or u killed, ambushed or kidnapped is the bank staff wanting to take ya cash and if u had written a will 4 ya money to be given like $ 1 to every bank client then they got to obey that so they dont benefit from ya cash if the manage to do the above. The problem will solve it self as uncle Nellies of the south tells no point 4 empty romantic illusions like philosophical sayings which have only made such people be killed and the above technology can be used in passport centers, point of entries of countries in voting centers, schools, jobs etc 4 identification.
E-speed boat as well can be of help to Somali to get goods and people to the other side via the Indian or red sea cause its not that wide to Yemen or Oman and if those nations have built good infrastructures like rail system and road then getting to UAE or Kuwait after connecting with road or rail from speed boat aint an issue.
They even get plates parts which are broken from houses and take them to like the nursing homes and shelters to be counted as broken as new one replenished while the not broken 1 but hidden shipped to African markets like explained below but lucky enough Africans have learnt to make such as plates where u take broken part place in dough 30% weight of the plate- u measure it with ya weighing machine- then in the dark hurl cold water unto it and boom its formed.
Unless God speaks again is when we can authenticate the bible truth and doctrines, if not they were written but 1 thing cements the truth to tell u God exists like at night u hear hell door being shut up with a voice and those who have died if u partake -mwarubaine- u see them in hell or on bench waiting or free. Goat and ship parable to bring the above reality
Ona vile voke amefura vile anatembea, eti madem anatake wameongeza mangari na sasa watu wanataka kuanza kuwasumbuwa sasa ni sharti alete hiyo jinsia waache eti got to be wise or cleaver to rattle a certain trait dude period.
Look at how dedanul is standing on the road some1 might think he is thinking profoundly but unfortunately if u could have known his thinking u could be pitying him as his wife is cooking stew meat and he is somehow angry but with the visitors to the the above, it means he will have to part with few pieces as well as a small piece of ugali which if alone he can eat like 4 times, so he is thinking on how he can do the same with still maintaining respect. See what am saying, he is calling his wife to keep him the food he wont be able to eat with them so if they leave some ugali he will add to his. Girlfriend " I will be there after an hour" says delanu, as he head to but a dime roasted maize on the other side of the road.
East Africa boat making company in the links below
https://www.google.com/search?q=tanzania+speed+boat+making+company&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjNr5DT1N_oAhUJmxQKHXTWCLsQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654
https://www.montereyboats.com/Boat-Manufacturer-4-5.html
https://www.facebook.com/SamAnzaiBoatBuildersCoLtd/
Atomic bomb made with many abbreviation written on boxes placed under dough, used clothes, plastic or glass bottle, chaff or cereals as well a cotton wool or leaves and cold water poured, same to nucleic bomb where the place in dough aint the above abbreviated boxes but egg albumen or nucleus or York.
Paid we want his corpse via political turmoil like those who were shot up high on chopper or exhumed or in anyway possible not known to de public. KEBI corpse.
Locate not loyal people to the govt if they got rich followers so kill them like above to later lias with clan members to exhume to take the coffin and replaced with an exhumed old 1 now as much as jewels and shoes as much as suits. Try with along tumblr signing up/in email of more than 35 character to log in another computer, it cant dude, it tells u wrong format, so how on earth u want the same.
Bank should capture people opening account to avoid impersonating fellow doing the same which creates hardship between ya and the bank like in the link below, so it can be retrieved or place under the bank website for public 4 every a/c opened where u input id no or name and it comes with the held in hand detectors in place like temperatures, pulse rate or bmi to make it impeccable.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSPhaaAcIo8
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=hand+held+temperature+machine
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=hand+held+bmi+machine
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=hand+held+body+must+index+machine
Buy wind turbine and rotate it not with wind but another gear motor like in the link below the motor shown while on motion in24 hr way consume 2 units of Kenyan power so in a month consumes 30 units which is $ 12 no-matter what, so its a nice energy saver as sometimes u switch off the motor when not using the electricity or to avoid overheating that could burn the motor. So u rotate the wind turbine with 12 bucks while the energy given u use to power your house gadgets as much as lighting and shower. Owner of think twice electronics, u can buy 1 that uses 120 volts to still save much connecting it to a 120-240 step up/down transformer, the electric bill would be even less that $ 12 specified above, make work easy dude
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=alibaba+wind+turbine+
https://www.google.com/search?q=alibaba+120+volts+motors+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiOxPGWguDoAhWLERQKHVuEACkQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654
Dont be bored listen to the song below, click the link, a woman who shys away from connecting ya to bad people who if u did not have they could be giving u names but want from ya and leave bad kids around to disturb others
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HS516F6YGI011:37The local girls are now pretty but they are connected to dignitaries so folks leave them alone cause it can derail ya, u know dude!!!While negro counterpart want to associate ya to bad character people who r of no help to ya but want from ya that way, so people leave them alone, blessing in disguise or let them be prostitutes14:26Mcsleepy Nelson If she doesn’t play with it now when its dry when will she play with it, magdalin go ahead play with it girl, to big 4 ya girl, nah, then do ya work, make it happy, play with ya, the ball in ya court.
The local girls are now pretty but they are connected to dignitaries so folks leave them alone cause it can derail ya, u know dude!!! While negro counterpart want to associate ya to bad character people who r of no help to ya but want from ya that way, so people leave them alone, blessing in disguise or let them be prostitutes. KEBI is dancing as if his girlfriend is preparing green-grams or stew beans to be eaten with rice or chapati at night in the song link below
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1v5DU1brzVw
Buy siporui electrical generator and sincro as googled
Parcel can be carried on e-boats to span the seas that has 2 motors that dont stop all way through dude. so countries on the edges direct to other continents have the day like Eritrea and Senegal as much as caring other goods and people
Click the E-engines 4 mini-speed boat in the link below
https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+e-engines+for+speed+boats&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiUnt_KotvoAhXynFwKHSSjAsYQsAR6BAgHEAE&biw=1280&bih=910
Hindu and Britain u r poor back off dude, how long we will be warning or telling u that, take ya broke ass home in the song link below
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0SyUgw98tE
https://picsthatmakeyougohmm.tumblr.com/post/614876193170259968/hmmm
The type of hole above is found on the shores of Mexican coastline to perform well the described below as well as in African coastline and inland waters as well as the Caribbean isles
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+25%3A31-46&version=NLT
The link above rep those who are feeling bad that u have made it through out of hell fire zone as the expected as paid eye witness as u say Mr Hindu willow pachi as ya mind to give ya different behavioral character, weed parable or Jesus with little children to cement the truth which tantamount to zero-work on hindu looking for high seat like in the link below
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+14%3A15-24&version=NIV
Jesus was killed mainly of saying about nyama tree which is a permanent fresh mint 4 mouth. In the cross saying italic works with wide loud voice as if he has been administered 1 via the nose as its done traditionally in Africa and it was growing in kisii, king of the jew to cement the truth and Christ was hanging on cross like meat in the butchers to signal me is where i interrelated the bible chapters even with like ten minas as it has ma sound as nyamawho to find the drug and still inter-related it with Malachi 4 as i used to love mala as curdled milks as worker and vineyard parable crops in to cement the above truth and when the drug is administered much they tie you and u produce crying sound like an infant or a kid or a child as much with much innovations i have placed in other tumblr a/c following this. Women also helped with with the slogan Barnabas to signal us to read the bible to inter-related to like come with the above which could be impossible without it. Moreover i got next house neighbors called Malachi to bring home reality above and the way most hooligans eat with making extra keys. Chi-ngato tM, Mathare valley were downtown not flat looking like Chicago cbd to bar people from going their cause they will be tired of walking and hinder the pursuit of gunman robbers
Ny still reach as tumblr still theirs which has won the confidence of many as it can be used to serve justice as opposed to other like Facebook who dis-enable ya a/c without ya consent and must have a phone and a line to open unlike tumblr but the problem is like with orgamistic photos are not in many small boxes to navigate easy like with Instagram but in a long line which is hard to scroll down but they can avert the whole drama bro
If Africa come up with their own bullet train like with SA then they can make a 2 way rail not 1 as seen in many nations to reach the cost lands like west Africa, North Africa like morocco to connect using yacht to Europe Spain to deliver the above explained parcels as with Eritrea though not fast as air but another reduced price delivery like 4 home appliances as much as office or just gadgets like furniture, clothes or office where or people. Even with Caribbean isles with South America and the ship the same goods to like North America huge population nations like Mexico or USA cause those islands are in the middle creating another new frontier of employment 4 those who can take long to afford instant air-tickets. Africans as well can in place of the rail above make their own wide super highways to facilitate the above from coast to coast once they have known the technology.
In USA shelters or nursing homes they even target small gadgets like nail cutters or combination padlocks, bandage, Colgate, soaps, shampoo, perfumes and bring them to Africa like explained above, even with health gadgets they open and create a hitch in their, which the hospital declare unfit, they take it and bring it to Africa still as much as with much drugs and medicines in nursing homes and those hospitals which got a nursing home. Transportation cost nothing cause its Electric yacht or drone as much as airplane so they dont give a hoot.
Cut like going to fully ripe avocado and taken the next day it suppose to ripe treats tetanus to cement Christ truth with worker and vineyard parable another version as much as the inside of the mango seed or avocado treats many sicknesses which u ought to investigate. Where if u find, bring the above place in darkness in a cut way they hurl cold water upon them to make the medication u want.
Ndawa and dawa as well find their way to Africa via the above methods as worker and vineyard parable crops in to cement the truth as much as mfalme wa ya whodi of what Christ was saying not ya own interpreted versions. Dust is the Satan food as well to bring out reality.
If u do any voodoo to me like pouring out this and that on my this and that to harm me, u have gotten it out wrong as i got magrass, manyasi as antidote which the boomerang comes back to ya. Like falling under ya own trap after u 4 get u place it their.
Many grave in Poland or Siberia which could fall to cannibals are manned this way, u place the 2 above to power the wireless camera which is shielded from strong light and bad weather like falling snow or rain and upper part of the grave was a placed stone cover which if slides a little bit switches on to ring the siren alarm system which is its speakers are place high on the post and on the writing stone tablet placed on the grave which is heavy like in the link below to avoid exhumation until a certain period of time lapses
https://www.jumia.co.ke/generic-200w-12v24v-wind-power-generator-red-lantern-style-wind-turbine-street-lamp-11713558.html
https://www.jumia.co.ke/electronics-cameras-security-surveillance/?q=wireless+cameras
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https://www.alibaba.com/trade/search?fsb=y&IndexArea=product_en&CatId=&SearchText=solar+powered+generator
Once the casket is placed, u place a concrete immediately to still create another same casket room 4 the above to be installed.
Made in Tanzania speed boat in the link below
https://www.google.com/search?q=speedboats+made+in+tanzania+photos&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwihu5z9guDoAhU08uAKHaf0DCQQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=U_Lna7-hBQ4PNM
https://www.facebook.com/SamAnzaiBoatBuildersCoLtd/
Worlds 1st yacht pricing in the link show below, click 4 more dude, nitatomba wasichana hapo ndani mimi kebin dawe was MN
https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=UoqRXsO_D_rggwf-p6qQCg&q=electric+yatch+pricing&oq=electric+yatch+pricing&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzIFCCEQoAEyBQghEKABOgQIABBHOgQIABANOggIABAWEAoQHjoGCAAQFhAeOggIABANEAUQHjoICAAQCBANEB46BQgAEM0COgcIIRAKEKABShEIFxINMTAtMzRnMzQ1ZzMyOEoMCBgSCDEwLTJnNWczUJO8AVjczgFggdIBaABwAngAgAHtA4gBmRSSAQcyLTQuMy4xmAEAoAEBqgEHZ3dzLXdpeg&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwjDsPamhODoAhV68OAKHf6TCqIQ4dUDCAs&uact=5
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Last Chance | Joseph Seed One Shot
a/n: @your-taxidermy made me post this :) Enjoy some sweet and sad drabble with Joseph having a dream of his daughter. Kinda supplemental to The Poison and The Antidote but also could just stand on its own?
RATING: T
LENGTH: 2.5k
WARNINGS: ...ya might cry?
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a/n pt. 2: pic isn’t mine, couldn’t find the owner. Will remove if asked
It was not uncommon for Joseph to have dreams. He’d shut his eyes and the images would play before him. Sometimes memories would come back to life and he’d see the face of his wife or the dark times he spent living in slums and ghettos searching for his brothers. He rarely ever dreamed of his daughter.
But tonight he did.
She was about three years old, an age she never lived to be, toddling around the living room, carrying a soft doll. Joseph sat on the sofa reading a book, the sizzle of his wife’s cooking on the stove in the kitchen excellent white noise to focus to. His daughter was a quiet child, gentle and well behaved. She reminded Joseph very much of John when he was little. A closer look at the girl and she almost had her uncle’s soft eyes.
Joseph set down his book and watched her little legs move about very busy, from one end of the room to the next. She peeked around, searching for something. He grinned at her joyously. She was so precious.
The little girl turned around to look at her father, hurrying over to him as quick as her small legs could carry her.
“Daddy!” She squealed. “Daddy! Daddy!”
He scooped her up onto his lap. “What is it, baby girl?”
She smiled wide, her head leaning on his shoulder, mischievous little eyes looking up at him. He made a silly face and her laughter echoed throughout the small apartment.
“What is it?” He asked her again.
“Bike ride!” She said. “Bike ride!”
He pinched her chubby cheeks. She was impossibly cute and so difficult to refuse.
Joseph checked his watch. 4:35. They had just over an hour until sunset. But he was unsure of how long they had until dinner.
“Go ask mommy.” He said. “Come right back and tell me what she says.”
Thrilled by the importance that the errand gave her, the little girl gently slid off her father’s knees, setting her small feet on the floor. She hurried around the corner, into the kitchen, where her mother was cooking.
“Mommy!” She shouted. “Mommy!”
Joseph could hear his wife’s soft spoken voice. “What is it, sweetie?”
“Can daddy and me go bike ride?”
Joseph knew his wife well. In his mind’s eye he pictured her as she glanced up at the clock above the stove before leaning down to kiss their daughter on the head. “Okay. But only for half an hour. Or the food will be cold.”
The little girl ran back from around the corner, giggling with excitement.
“Mommy said yup b-but only half hour daddy!”
Joseph had already overheard the conversation but he allowed his daughter to deliver the news because he delighted in the glee that it brought her.
“Hooray!” He said for her sake, scooping her up again, this time standing and carrying her over to the closet. He opened the door slowly and let her peek inside.
She gasped, her little eyebrows raising in fear and adventure. “Monsters in there, daddy!”
“No monsters,” he said, pulling the cord that turned on the small light bulb above the coats and shoes, “See?”
She was absolutely amazed. Daddy was her magical hero. He knew how to bring about light and keep the monsters away.
“Which jacket do you want?” He asked her.
“Pink! Pink!” She squealed.
He reached into the closet with one hand and pulled the littlest jacket off the rack. “This one?”
She reached for it, grabbing from him. She snuggled the soft fabric close to her face. “Yup.”
Joseph set her down. “Where are your shoes?”
She bent down and peered into the bottom of the closet. She pointed to a teensy pair of brown boots with owls on them.
“Yes!” He cheered for her. “Can you pick them up?”
She did.
“Good job! Now sit wait just one minute. Daddy’s gonna find our helmets, sweetheart. Then we’ll put our shoes on and get going.”
And that’s exactly what they did. Joseph undid the lock on his bike and checked the tires to make sure they didn’t need any air. There was a baby seat fixed on the front, just behind the handlebars. Joseph lifted his daughter and buckled her in.
He held the handlebars steady as he kicked up the kickstand and swung his leg over the seat.
“Ready to go?” He asked her.
“Yup!” She put her chubby little arms up in their air like the was on a roller coaster. Everything is more fun when you're three.
Joseph started pedaling.
The city was beautiful this time of year. The autumn leaves swirled with the wind. Several floated down from the trees into his daughter’s lap. She giggled and tossed them back up into the air.
“It’s snowing leaves, daddy! It’s snowing leaves!”
Joseph chuckled. “Aren’t they pretty?”
“Yup!”
The cool breeze, the warmth in his heart, the scenery and the speed of the bike all added up to two feelings: freedom and happiness. Here the weight of the world had been turned to nothing but delicate autumn leaves that flew off his shoulders as quickly as they fell there. No worries were in sight. There was no end to the sidewalk in sight. No end to the world in sight.
Atom bombs are the same colors as autumn leaves.
When Joseph woke up reality was intolerable. He wanted so desperately for the dream to continue, to live forever in that golden afternoon with the hushing breeze and the laughter of his daughter in front of him. He wanted to watch her grow up. To teach her how to ride herself. To watch her go to school and make friends and fall in love.
He would never know that happiness. And it was all his fault.
He never doubted the decision to end her life until now. After he saw what she could have been. The man he could have been.
Joseph looked over at the girl sleeping beside him. Sweet Rachel. Loving, doting, gentle Rachel. How could a monster like him share a bed with such an angelic creature? He didn’t deserve her. He knew he didn’t. He cursed himself for lying to her about his daughter.
For a moment he thought he heard God whisper, “Hope.”
He pondered the dream. Perhaps it was not a road that was closed in the past but a glimpse into the future. Perhaps the daughter he strapped into the seat was not the daughter he lost, the child he killed, but the child he was yet to have. And what if the woman in the kitchen was not his wife who died, but the girl who was sleeping beside him?
Reality continued to seep in. Joseph became more and more aware of where he was. At the compound. Near the church. By the river. In Hope County, Montana. He was on a mission to save people from the coming collapse. They were gathering supplies and building bunkers and preaching and saving people. He wasn’t in Georgia anymore. The life he dreamed of and the life he was living couldn’t coexist.
His dream felt farther and farther away. He wanted to drop everything he was doing here and return to the simple life God had shown him while he slept. He needed to think. He needed to understand why God showed him that dream.
Joseph got out of bed carefully, trying not to disturb the sleeping beauty beside him. He put on his jeans, gathered his things, and silently left. Outside the air was brisk and refreshing. The river ran calmly as ever. Joseph wished he knew what that kind of peace felt like. He began the slow walk towards the church.
Once inside, he thought he heard footsteps. The pit pat of a child running. He looked around and saw nothing. His body heavy with sadness, he leaned against the door frame, holding back tears. He looked up.
“Why did you make me do it, God?”
God didn’t answer.
Joseph pulled himself upright and carried himself to the altar, his steps heavy as his heart. He placed a hand on the wood and collapsed. His head sank into his hands. He cried.
He thought he heard a giggle. The joyful sound of his daughter’s squeal as they rode down that hill. He looked around, hoping to see her short, stubby frame and big blue eyes peering at him. He wanted her to run to him. He wanted to lift her up high and sit her on his lap. He wanted to make silly faces at her and hear her shrieking laughter.
But he was met with silence again. He looked up.
“God?” He shook his head. “Why’d you give me that dream? Why did you tell me to…”
His memory played of the pink bundle he held in his arms kicking and struggling for air and the silence that followed.
“I didn’t want to do it, God…” Joseph cried. “Why did you make me do it?”
Again, God didn’t answer.
For the first time in his life Joseph wondered what voice he was really hearing when he pinched that tube. Was it divine? Was it holy? Was it God? Or something dark and gross inside him that he thought was God but wasn’t? A demon perhaps, or Satan himself? The devil had the voice of an angel and Joseph wasn’t wise enough to hear the difference.
He sat there now, plagued by the murky bile of doubt. He doubted himself. He doubted the Project. He doubted if there ever was a God.
“What am I supposed to do?” He asked the void, unsure of what spirits were listening if there were any at all.
He thought of Rachel. He knew she loved him. He wanted to love her but he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to let go of Faith.
Perhaps, because God wasn’t answering, that was just what he was supposed to do.
More tears streaked his face as he relived the dream. He would do anything to get back to that place. Anything to hold that child of pure love. Anything.
But he didn’t think he deserved that happiness after the things he had done.
Rachel did. She was good. She was so good. He didn’t deserve her.
Joseph’s best thought was to start pulling away. Restricting affection towards her. Withdrawing himself so he wouldn’t be hurt once she discovered he was a monster and never wanted to see him again. He felt guilty for sucking her into his world. All he wanted was to go back to the way things were. She reminded him of his past. He wanted to hold on to her forever, just as she was. And he wanted to start over. With her. He didn’t want his past to tarnish him so he lied. But deep down, he knew. He knew she would find out eventually and that there would be no hope for him after that.
“Last chance.” God whispered. “Tell the truth. Confess. Repent. Forgive.”
“She will hate me.” He mumbled.
“Last chance.” The voice said again.
Just then the church door opened. Standing there in the golden glow of sunrise, light traveling through the sheerer bits of her dress, locks of hair falling over her shoulders, was Rachel.
Despite saying her true name in his head, he greeted her with “My Faith.”
She approached him and kneeled beside him. Her soft slender hand reached for his face. She touched him ever so gently and Joseph thought he had been touched by an angel.
“You’ve been crying?” She asked.
He looked into her green eyes, searching for the tools to tell her the truth. He tried to find them. This time he really didn’t want to lie. He didn’t want to lose her.
“I…” he began. Words weren’t coming. Thoughts swirled. Outcomes emerged and receded. His mind was at war with itself. The thought of asking her to marry him right then and there crossed his mind like a shooting star. He knew she’d say yes. She’d do anything for him. But alas the spark vanished before he could make that wish.
She never told him she loved him but he felt it nonetheless. And he’d never say he loved her because he knew his heart would break if he did. What he didn’t understand was that hers broke with each passing day that she didn’t hear those words. And she was too shy, too meek, too unassuming to say them first.
“You don’t have to tell me.” She said. “But I’m here for you if you need it.”
“I had a bad dream.” Joseph lied again. But he stopped himself. “Actually I had a really good dream. The bad part was waking up.”
She smiled that distinctly broad grin of hers. “I used to have those all the time.”
“And then what happened?” He asked, hoping for guidance from this so young yet so wise creature before him.
She looks down and takes his hand. When their fingers lock she looks back up at him. “And then I met you.”
He didn’t deserve that.
He didn’t deserve her .
“Rachel, there’s something I need to tell you.”
Her eyes filled with hope.
He couldn’t tell her what she wanted to hear and he couldn’t tell her the truth.
“Last chance.” God whispered.
But Joseph couldn’t do it.
He stroked Rachel’s hand. His mind was starting to form sentences again. It wasn’t quite what he wanted to say or how he wanted to say it. But it came out. “Promise you’ll never leave me.”
Her other soft hand reached up behind his head and her fingers buried themselves inside his long hair. “You already know I could never do that.”
Joseph took a deep breath. “I’m… I’m not the man you think I am. I…”
He stopped. He couldn’t go on. He knew she’d never look at him the same way again.
God grew angrier. His voice was loud and disciplining. “Last chance!”
“My daughter is dead because of me.”
He watched the light in Rachel’s eyes dim. He didn’t want that light to go out completely. He couldn’t let it.
“She was born early.” Rachel said, trying to soothe him. “It wasn’t your fault. She wouldn’t have lived.”
“The doctors said she was going to!” Joseph was fighting two battles. He was trying to save face around his current lover and to obey the God he feared. “They told me she would but I…”
“Joseph, listen to me. It wasn’t your fault.”
He hid his face in his hands. He couldn’t do it to her. He couldn’t ruin the picture she had of him in her head. He didn’t want her to know. He never wanted her to find out. He wanted forgiveness but he didn’t want to confess.
It was just too easy to continue the lie.
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An Eye For An Eye
Request: “Pls can u do a savitar!barry x reader where u r the only one who didnt push him away despite being a time remnant. U care for him greatly. Both start to have feelings. But savitar!barry know that u r in love with original!barry n become insecure. For a while u both r happy but something bad happen that led him being savitar n kill iris to punish his original self. Pls do this if u would pls.🙏🙏”
Ship: savitar!Barry x Fem!Reader
Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, blood, fighting, etc.
Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. Okay because I’m a musical nerd, I noticed half-way through that this had reminded me of ‘Dead Girl Walking’ like, Savitar is kinda like JD in the sense that he hates the world and is insecure and alone but Veronica, the reader, loves him despite his flaws??? And then after-ward, when Veronica died, he lost it, kinda like ‘Meant To Be Yours or I Am Damaged’???
Third P.O.V
She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t afraid of him. She was, a little bit. Maybe it was because he looked exactly like the man she once loved. He held himself in the same manor he did, if not stronger. This alternative Barry stood up straighter, a sense of confidence other Barry never had. Which she found to be rather attractive. Savitar tried to push (Y/n) away like he did for everyone else. Except, she wasn’t them. She was so much stronger than he had anticipated. That’s one of the many reasons as to why he fell for her.
Though everything in her body was telling her to leave and get out of the situation, she ignored her head and listened to her heart instead. The wind whipped around, moving faster and harder than ever. “SAVITAR!” She yelled over the tsunami like winds. “LISTEN TO ME! I’M NOT LEAVING YOU! YOU CAN PUSH EVERYONE ELSE AWAY BUT I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!” Barry yelled at her through her intercom, not as desperate as he would have been if it were Iris in this situation. “(Y/n), get out of there! There’s no use!”
Shaking her head, she unplugged the com before taking a step forward. “BARRY! I’M NOT GIVING UP ON YOU! PLEASE! STOP THIS WIND AND LET US TALK!” She dared to walk forward, taking one step at a time before she was a mere few inches from the boy. (Y/n) brought her hand up to cup his cheek, hesitating slightly before resting on his burn mark. Savitar seemed to relax at her cold touch as he found himself resting his calloused hand on top of hers. As they looked deep into each others eyes, the wind seemed to disperse and vanish.
Everything had grown extremely still. She dared to rest her other hand on the opposite side of his face which seemed to relax him. “You’re not alone, Barry. I know what it’s like to be pushed away and broken down.. All you want to do is be alone. You want to hurt everyone around you and push people away but I will not leave you. I want to help you.. You’re not alone, Barry. I wanna be there for you..” Savitar listened to her words which seemed to resonate with him because he found himself drawing closer to her. He was so mesmerized by her eyes, he found himself getting lost in them. No, this was not apart of the plan. He thought madly to himself.
Savitar wasn’t suppose to get attached, especially now, when he intended on doing so much damage. But as he looked down at the girl who intended to give up so much for him, his mentality seemed to shift. Nobody had ever believe in him, or attempted to help him before. Not like this. She was different. He placed his hand over hers, not strong enough to hold her gaze. “I want to help you, Barry. I want to be there for you. I’m here to listen and fight for you.” When he looked up at her, it was as if all the air in his lungs got knocked out of him. Her eyes were steady, sure of the decision she’s made. “Remnant or not, I will fight for you.”
He wanted to stay in this moment, held close just with her palms. He felt more whole than ever before. But reality kicked in. Original Barry screamed from behind them. “HEY! GET AWAY FROM HER!” Savitar reluctantly removed her cold hands, kissing the knuckle of them before whispering. “I will remember your kindness, (Y/n).” Before she could say or do anything, he was gone. (Y/n) knew she’d get a lot of shit from the team about how reckless that that was but she didn’t care. She intended on helping him, understanding him. Remnant or not, because of original Barry, none of this would have happened if hadn’t stopped fucking around with the time line.
She had every right to blame him, and she did. Didn’t matter that she once loved him, he’d always have eyes for Iris and always hurt people without intending it. And poor Savitar was the cause of his recklessness. It had been a few days since the incident. (Y/n) received the exact amount of shit she had predicted but that didn’t bother her. What did though, was the lack of communication she had with Savitar. It wasn’t just him not talking to her, it was everything. Nobody had heard a lick from him in a week. No deaths, no break-ins, nothing. It was like he vanished from thin air. But hearing nothing from him scared the living daylights out of the team.
Everyone except (Y/n). She knew her words had resonated with him. They had to. She thought to herself as she leaned against the railing of her balcony. A glass of pink moscato in one hand while her elbow rested on the concrete railing. (Y/n) had spent most of her nights watching the stars, secretly waiting for Savitar to show up. And, as if her wish had come true, she felt a heavy breeze flash past her. Smirking, (Y/n) muttered. “Thought you’d never show up. Moscato?” Turning over her shoulder to see him smirking down at her. He took the glass from her, smiling kindly.
The smile seemed to stretch up to his scars which were beautiful to her. (Y/n) always found scars and birthmarks to be the most enchanting thing about a person. They always had a story to them. “So, what are you doing out here in the cold? All alone.” He asks innocently. She takes a good look at him, taking in all of his features. All of which she really enjoyed. And not because he looked almost exactly like Barry. The Barry she once had. He looked more sure, wearing his scars like a badge of honor. Savitar was broken, they both knew it. And though he was broken, he was strong. And because of that, she couldn’t help but love the way he held himself.
Done with the world but ready to take what’s rightful his. That kind of confidence was something people worked their whole lives to get. And he seemed to emulate that notion with complete ease. Not at all forced. Savitar took another sip of his drink, taking another step forward towards (Y/n). She hadn’t noticed until now of the proximity between him and her. He was inches away from her face, his heavy breath reeking of the wine they had both happily consumed. “I was waiting for you. You haven’t caused any trouble. I didn’t think you would but where did you go?” He turned his head to look at the ground, his scar almost shining under the moonlight. “I was thinking.” She asks, curiously. “About?”
When he looks back at her, she nearly faints. His eyes, which are usually dark and soulless look almost tired and broken, yet there’s a tint of hope that seems to linger. “I was thinking about why I came here. How much pain I had planned on causing because of Barry Allen. He tore me apart more than anyone can understand.. But I was broken.. Completely lost and angry. I felt like a rat scurrying for food, living under trash. But then I met you.. You believed in me.. That was something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. No matter how torn up I obviously am, you said you’d never give up on me. And when I looked in to your eyes expecting to see another liar, another facade, I saw anything but that. I saw something who genuinely cared for me. And I can’t thank you enough for that. You brought hope back into my life.”
Turning over his shoulder to walk out, she quickly grabs his wrist, genuinely baffled by such a profound statement. “Wait so- where does that leave us?” She ponders, somewhat hopefully. Though they’ve only met for a short amount of time, there were sparks that seemed to flourish between the two. Savitar wasn’t ready to go. He wanted to hold her and kiss her and feel her. Because for the first time in forever, he finally felt something other than hate. So, in a spur of pure need, he grabbed her waist roughly and pressed his moist lips onto hers. He needed her, desperately. Savitar held onto her hips as if she’d slip away from him at any second. When she kissed back, his heart leaped within his chest.
Taking her long fingers, she ran them through his hair, pulling him deeper into the already intense kiss. Dragging his long calloused hands up and down her waist, she couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. Smirking into the kiss, he took a few steps forward, forcing her to move back. Her back hitting the concrete wall, but because of the pleasure emulating between the two, she barely noticed it. Placing rough kisses down her neck, she let out another holy moan. “S-Savitar-” At the mention of his name, he recoiled like an animal would at any sight of threat, looking down at his beloved. “W-What? What’s wrong? Was it something I said?” She asked hastily. Of course not. He thought to himself. “No, no. It’s not you. I just-”
Savitar glanced down at his foot, finding a new fascination to them before saying. “The name Savitar is a name that promotes fear and destruction.. W-When I’m with you.. I don’t feel like that name is me.. It doesn’t belong.. I feel like Barry again..” (Y/n) grinned up at him again, pecking his lips softly. “Barry it is.” When he left, she couldn’t help but think about the decision she was making. Falling for him would be like playing catch with an atomic bomb. But apart of her didn’t care, in fact, she felt elated; excited for such a new discovery. (Y/n) knew what she was getting herself into. If things didn’t go the right way, if this was all a trick, a rouge, than she would be dead. But life threatening situations became a daily basis at this point.
From that night forth, the two had spent there evenings together. Because of (Y/n), crime had gone down progressively. Savitar!Barry was able to have somewhat of a purpose because of his wonderful girlfriend. She treated him with so much love, love that he was sure he didn’t deserve. But as time drew on, he became self-conscious of their earth Barry. He was everything he wasn’t. Kind, smart, handsome, dorky, perfect, etc. The list was never ending. Barry had everything Savitar didn’t. Savitar was Barry’s every bad flaw put into a human being. He glared down at the team as they said goodbye to his beloved girlfriend. And though he wore that glare like a crown, it was in truth a mask to hide his pain, his insecurities.
He felt her presence behind in no time. Usually it would warm him but in that moment it made him feel rigid, cold. “Barry, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” (Y/n)’s voice was so soft and soothing he cursed himself for ever falling for her. He hated that he fell so hard and so fast for her but not once did he regret it. After-all, he was filled with insecurities. He knew she loves Barry. It was obvious. And that broke him. “Baby? Talk to me..” And like a rushing tide, the words spewed out, unable to be filtered. “Why are you with me? Why are you with me when you could be with him? I know you love him? I’m not him, (Y/n), no matter how much I want to be.. I will never be as kind or as handsome or as compassionate as him.. You’re only with me because I look like him-”
Before he could continue, he felt a harsh grip on his wrists. One so strong, he couldn’t believe it was (Y/n)’s. Her eyes showed a different set of emotions, one he never thought he’d see. The tears glistened under the pale moonlight as she gripped tightly onto his wrists. When she spoke, her voice was stronger than ever. (Y/n)’s voice sounded sure of the words, confidence flowing from her eyes. “No. None of that is true and I will tell you a thousand times until you get it through your head. I did love Barry, as in past tense. I’m not dating you because you look like him because in actuality, you look nothing like him. Sure, you are his doppelganger, but you don’t even realize how different you are? You are so much more bright and handsome and loving than he could ever be. You are confident and driven and a drug that I am so hooked on. Why would I be with him when I could have someone as perfect as you?”
He hadn’t realized he was crying until she wiped away a single tear-drop that escaped his ducts. “I love you, Savitar, Barry. All of you, flaws and all.” All of Savitar’s life, he’d never experienced love like this before, infinitely sloppy, happy love. Her smile, everything about her was contagious. The way (Y/n) looked at him made his heart swoon. “I love you so much, (Y/n).” As confirmation of his statement, he crashed his lips onto hers. Not kissing like he would prior. Before, they were hot and sweaty and sloppy kisses. But this one was full of passion, almost soft as if she’d break under his heavy weight. When they were together before, they would rip each others clothes off, quick and right to the point. But in that moment, the two knew they wanted to take their time. Enjoy every bit of the person they loved.
Savitar wanted to make complete and utter love to her. He wanted to hold her close to his chest and never let go. Kissing down her collarbone, he whispered. “God, you are so radiant, baby-girl.” She giggled as his hot breathing heavily against her skin. “I love you so much, (Y/n).” For a moment, everything around them seemed completely and utterly perfect. That night, he held (Y/n) in his arms, perfectly content with the woman he adored. But because life is life, things didn’t last. The next morning, Savitar woke up to find (Y/n) missing from his arms. A small note resting gently on the table.
Hey, baby! I left your favorite in the fridge! I’m sorry I had to leave! I’d rather be wrapped in your arms but the team needed me for a mission. I will be home before six!!
I love you,
(Y/n)
Sighing contently, he couldn’t help but grin even though his smile etched into his scar that he no longer cared about. (Y/n) brought something out of him no one was ever able to do. When they were together, he felt his heart skip ten times faster. That morning he stayed in the bed, happy to just be. Resting his head on her pillow, he smiled at the sweet lingeringly smell. But as time ticked on, he felt something off within his body. Something was wrong. (Y/n). Flashing over to Star Labs, he felt his heart thump wildly in his chest. His girl was in danger. Savitar wasn’t sure where this feeling was coming but he knew it in his heart that she needed him.
The minute he entered the building, everyone stood back. Baffled by his terrifying presence. Cisco pulled out his gun, trying to terrify the racer god but instead he used it really to protect himself. Iris stood behind Barry, genuinely petrified of the alternate Allen. Savitar however, didn’t pay any attention to them. Not to Joe, or Iris, Barry, Caitlyn, Cisco, Wally or even Julian. No, his eyes were focused on the love of his life. Walking right past the team, he looked down at his beloved with such soft eyes, the group seemed genuinely baffled. Resting his butt on the edge of the chair before gently wrapping his hands around her fingers, afraid she would crack or crumble at the contact. (Y/n) was battered and bruised beyond recognition. Wires and cords were spread over her body like a spider on a web.
Gripping his heart with his free hand, he cried openly onto her chest. Savitar’s heart hurt, ached with pain. The love of his life laid before him, bloody and bruised so badly he almost didn’t recognize her. The woman that changed him forever had almost died. But that wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for..Barry. Looking up from his hands, he had a new-found fire. She wouldn’t have gotten hurt if it weren’t for him.. It was always his fault.. Barry has caused so much pain.. It was time for him to suffer. “How did this happen?” Though he looked completely calm, the team knew to fear for their lives. For there was a fire burning behind his pupils. Cailtyn shakily explained. “W-We were trying to catch a-a meta and she got c-caught in the c-crossfire.” Uncertain if she should continue or not, she pushes on.
“Because of the damage, the best case scenario is that she is in a coma for a few weeks..” Barry can’t bare to look at (Y/n)’s lifeless body. Savitar on the other hand, glares daggers at the boy. “You did this.. You destroy everything around you, Barry Allen! I thought that with (Y/n) by my side meant anything to you, you would know that she changed me for the better! But without her, I am lost! You can’t ever be happy, can you?! You just LOVE to take things from people and destroy their happiness?! Once again, you’ve put people in harms way for your petty choices! You are not what people make you out to be, Barry Allen!! And because of you, I will destroy every bit of happiness, if it is the last thing I do!!” Glancing back at Iris, he merely smirked before flashing over to her, tossing her from one part of the room to the neck.
Barry chased after Savitar, begging for mercy only for them to hopelessly fall on deaf ears. Returning Iris back to the center of the room, she looked just as bad, if not worse than (Y/n). Bruises sprinkled her face, so much so, that she was almost an entirely different person. Taking out a knife from his back pocket, he plunged it straight into her already dying body. Specifically the heart. Savitar grinned at the sight of Barry being broken down, just as he had been. “Now you know what pain really is.” Savitar says with as much hate as he could muster. But before Barry could make any attempt against him, Savitar took (Y/n) and all of the necessary hospital equipment out of the room. Leaving behind a broken Barry Allen.
(I hope you liked it!!)
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Summery: People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can’t rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.
Genre: Hunter!Jungkook + Crow shifter!Reader. Slight angst, but mostly adventure.
It took me way longer then I thought it would. Tell me what you thought about it ♥
The world always shifted, changing like a living being with a heartbeat every time something new was discovered, and brought into the light. You learned about the larger changes from educators, about dinosaurs and meteors, human in caves who discovered fire and invented big things, making a worldwide impact.
Every time it happened, the world had to adjust, find new ways to cope with the change, watching how it affects the generation they brought into the world. Some discoveries were good for the evolution of the human kind, some were bad, and all lead to the end of the world as they knew it to create a new one instead.
The discovery of shapeshifters, existing among human like they’re one in the same, had the same kind of impact.
The initial response was violent and surprised no one, mostly in the form of riots. Scared men and women screaming intimidating words to make their rulers maybe, find a solution to this "problem". Your caretaker told you the stories, how they all ran into hiding, fleeting from angry actions of ignorant people. It took time – years – to calm it down. You were born near the end of the fight, after the ruler showed will to study the shape shifters, invest in their brought up to the communities without having to hide what they are, without being afraid for their lives.
Your mother held you in her arms, traits of what you are visibly vibrating as you were just born, as she moved to the cities where the public was less scared and more intrigued. She submitted herself to the authority, as did many shifters of many kinds, to share what they know of their kind in exchange for their freedom.
It was the wrong choice.
Right before your mother got executed to prevent her from using her powers to her own will – before your kind became hunted and not by ignorance, but by knowledge – she managed to give you away to a fellow shifter who wasn't revealed yet for what they were.
The shifter grew you since. She taught you how to protect yourself, growing you as one of her children even though you weren't a wolf shifter like they were. Your bleached white skin and jet black hair always stood out, drawing attention wherever you went. The shifter made you travel a lot, never staying in one place for too long purely out of fear, that someone will find out and take all of her children from her.
You heard the stories, taking them in as a part of who you were. Even as a child you already knew the bitter truth you’re forced to live your life with for however long you shall live – like atom bombs and gunfire weapons, some discoveries are better off staying in the darkness of ignorance.
As were you.
Growing up as a shifter, hidden from the world but still a part of it, came with a price. You still remembered the day when the order came out, a list created by investigators that specified what each type of shifter can do that's beyond human understanding.
Some could predict the future, some could breathe underwater. The list went on and on, and you remember you read through it looking for your kind, knowing it was your own mother who gave this information away.
Crow – a mysterious connection to the dead. Is able to pass souls on and bring from beyond. Limit of power not known.
It explained so many parts of your life. You were always drawn to graves, and heard voices whispering in the dark of the night, never to fear but to just be aware of their presence.
You took a secret experiment then, fishing out the powers that came from your animal side. It took you a while to understand, how to hold a soul without tainting it, how to pass it on and see what's on the other side. As your contact with the other end grew, you felt more reassured, the hunted feeling in your heart subsiding as you found a life that you could live for many years to come.
Then rose the rumors of a spreading phenomenon – men rise to hunt the kind of shifters they need for certain jobs. Shark shifters were used to bring artifacts from the bottom of the ocean, different bird shifters to pass messages between people without the need of a written letter that could fall into the wrong hands.
You were sure the shifters didn't have a choice to act as they were told, until you heard a report about a mocking bird shifter who was beaten to death by the man who hunter her, just because she told his message to the wrong person. She was tricked and suffered a horrible death for her mistake.
The hunters stopped pretending they were pleasant when no punishes followed the report. They hunted cruelly, bringing guns and bows to wound and mime the shifters they wanted to capture without a single thought about the fact they're hunting humans.
Obviously, they weren't the only ones who didn’t think of shifters as humans. The authorities allowed it, not a single response was heard as shifters got stricken down and hurt for the benefit of their hunters.
Your caretaker as worried as she should have been about the change of behavior. Wolves were mostly good for their sense of smell, and before humanity knew about the shifters' existence, they were looked down upon for how simple their powers were. Now they were the least threatened by hunters.
You were a very different story though.
You knew sooner or later crows would be hunted down too, given how abnormal your powers were. Breaking apart from the family that took you in was probably the hardest thing you ever had to do – many tears and sorrows surfaced that day. Your caretaker understood your intention; she knew you were just trying to make sure they stay safe.
You still remembered how she kissed your cheeks, then your forehead and your nose. "I will always cherish you. Be safe, and keep tracking us so we'll know you're alive."
Those words warmed your heart every single day, even though years passed since.
Traveling was harder then you thought it was, and you often found yourself imagining how it must have been for your mother, traveling with a newborn baby when the threat was pressing against her throat. You couldn’t blame her anymore for trying to find reason in the hearts of humans, even if that’s what got her killed.
You found nice people along the way, some gave you food and some even a roof over your head for a night or two, all of which you repaid with whatever you could. Kindness was not easy to come across nowadays.
Some nights you shifted to your crow form, paying close attention that no one is watching to later accuse you for it, and slept on trees. Feeding as a crow was easier too; you could dive from the sky and steal someone else’s food without much of a problem or a chase.
These were the life you were sentenced to live.
A man took you in one night, after you refused to let him feed you in the market as a beggar. He insisted on at least allowing you to sleep on a bed for a night before you took off. You helped him prepare a meal for the both of you, and watched the man tear up when you told him how old you were. He told you, his throat tight around unshed tears, that he just lost a daughter to an awful illness, and she was just your age. It was her bed you would be sleeping in for the night.
Your conscience wouldn’t allow you to leave this kind man with nothing. As he fell asleep you waited, before sitting up from where you laid on a dead girl’s bed, and summoned her. It was the easiest summoning you ever had to do. The girl left so young and with so many regrets, she wasn’t even near the border to the next world.
You watched as they talked between them, the man half asleep still and weeping like a baby as he looked at his daughter’s face once again – and for the last time. They shared words of pure love, bringing a smile to your own face with how pure their intentions were. The girl looked back at you when she felt the pull from the other side, nodding at you to signal she’s ready. You shifted in her room before you took her away, your chest filled with fear, knowing you’ll come back to a man who knows what you are.
The man smiled at you, thanked you, and tucked you in with a whisper promise that no one else besides the two of you will know of what happened here.
Only the next night, when you took some money he gave you to eat at the town’s tavern, did you know he lied.
Many hunters fed in the same space as you, and you made sure to keep your head and your presence low. You sat at the very end of the tavern, away from bows and exes that could turn on you in a second. You listened to filth spoken by greedy men as they talked about how many shifters they had in captive – and how these shifters got to die in their hands. The beer flowing through their veins made them loud and obnoxious, but you simply swallowed your food in a hurry to leave.
The door opened to let in a warm breeze of early summer, momentarily distracting the men from cheering at yet another horrible story. A young man walked in, you guessed he was about your age from the glimpse you got of his face before his hat hid it away.
The young man walked straight to the tavern’s owner, the loud laughter returning with each step he took as the drunk men in the background lost interest in the newcomer.
The man leaned across the counter, exchanging quick words with the owner, who leaned close from the other side. Your instincts warned you from what’s to come, making you stuff the rest of your food in as quickly as you could.
“Hey, hunters!” The owner crossed his arms on his chest as he looked to the drunken group of men. They wouldn’t stop and he had to scream again, louder to get past all the noise they were making. They stopped one by one to give the owner confused looks and when he finally had all eyes on him, he continued, “This boy looking for a crow shifter. Said passed here not long ago. Ya know something?”
You stiffened, taking a deep breathe before you relaxed your shoulders with a roll. You can’t give away any sign of fear at this, or you’ll be in troubles.
“Hell, if I knew a crow shifter was around, I woulda captured it myself!”
“How about you?” You peaked at the owner in interest just to find his eyes already trained on you. You obviously weren't a hunter yourself, why would he even bother asking you?
“Haven’t heard a thing,” You shook your head and stabbed one of the last pieces of meat off of your plate, steeling your face into a nonchalant stare. “I don’t even know how hunters receive their information, so I might not be much help at all.”
“What do you do to get by?” The boy spoke up, and his voice made you instantly frown. It was deep and velvety, almost out of place since it was not as rough as most hunters spoke and acted. Your eyes met for the first time too, and you saw a certain uncertainty in them – again, abnormal for hunters. You saw a hint of determination in them, and that was the only part about him you received a threatening feeling from. His eyes were focused on you like a tight arrow, ready to fire.
“I’m a writer,” You lifted the writing supplies you took as an excuse with the hand that wasn’t holding the fork.
The boy crossed his arms across his chest, bringing your attention to the bulking muscles. If you hadn’t seen his face, you could have guessed he was a lot older then he actually was by his body. “Must travel around a lot.”
“That I do.”
“And you never listen to talk about shifters?” He challenged, leaning his hips back against the counter. “Aren’t you scared, a small girl traveling all alone?”
“Why would a shifter risk their exposure to pick on a harmless small girl, huh?” You scuffed at him, before dropping the fork and gathering your things. This could count as a reason for you to take your leave, hopefully without alarming anyone of your fear. Your heartbeat was beating in your ears, animal instincts keeping you aware of all the men in the room. Some of the drunk group looked away from you already, returning to meaningless conversation as they tried keeping their tones at bay. Some were still looking on, laughter rolling as they agreed with the young hunter’s words.
It will only be in your best interest to get out of here, as soon as you could.
“Good travelin’,” You heard the owner say as you passed by him. You nodded in confirmation, waving a hand above your head as you took moderate steps towards the exit. Your eyes were wired to their maximus ability in search of any nearing noises that could single danger is coming your way. The drunks were louder now, and the owner and young hunter both stayed silent until the door shut behind you.
You breathed a sigh of relief, taking in warm air. All you had to do was get away from this town. The hunter seemed young and he probably didn’t have that much experience under his belt – a combination you found favorable. There was still something about the look in his eyes, a determined mind shining through that send chills down your spike and a quicker step to your feet.
You could enter the woods, shift there and take a flight this instant to get away from him before he even realizes you’re what he’s looking for. That plan seemed enough, calming your nerves as any plan you made did. Knowing what your next step is going to be always set you at ease.
“Girl!”
Your foot felt heavier as it hit the dirt. You turned around and matched the voice to a face – the hunter stepped out after you. His hat was pushed off to hang under the back of his head by a string, revealing his face to the sunlight. His eyes squinted slightly as they took you in and your hand tightened around the strap of your bag.
What could he possibly want now?
“I learned a bit about crow shifters,” He started, taking large steps towards you. His legs were much longer than yours, and there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he could out run you without much of an effort. “White skin, black hair. They said their lips and cheeks are redder than normal too. Timid,” He stopped a few steps away from you, and a glint caught your eye as he moved his bow from behind him. “And always carry light in case they need to run off flying.”
“I don’t know what about me seems timid to you,” You scoffed, half turning your back to him as you frantically thought of a way out of this situation. “But I was always told that my skin is too light. Never did like coming out to the sunlight, I always get burnt.” The boy’s eyes were still squinted at you, and you caught sight of his finger twitching on the wood of his bow. “And writers always carry light. Even though I honestly don’t see why I need to explain myself to a boy like you.”
The last of your words brought a frown to his brows.
“Good luck hunting your crow,” You nodded your head in acknowledgment before turning away completely, heading for the trail instead of the woods. It would look too suspicious now if you made any move that wasn’t what a normal traveler would do. His bow was still held tightly in his hand as he watched you leave. No footsteps came from behind you.
The town was still pretty lively for a late evening. You saw a few couples taking a stroll before it’ll get too late for them to walk around aimlessly. Mothers chased down children who refused to come back home to bathe. Everyday lives were all around you, and as always, you watched pieces of lives that you will never get to own yourself.
The anxious feeling in your stomach failed to subside and a glace above your shoulder confirmed the source – the boy walked into town right after you. His eyes were not trained solely on you, he took in his surroundings with a familiar look on his face. He looked much younger now.
You slipped between two huts when you were sure he wasn’t looking at you, weaving through the numerous huts in the hopes of losing him. The families housing the huts you passed stared at you as you passed by, but you couldn’t spare a moment to give them some mind. You couldn’t tell if it was paranoia caused by the feeling of a hunt or if there really were footsteps following closely behind you anymore.
Your feet carried you faster, more huts passing by you as you stepped closer and closer to the forest, almost there –
“Stop!” The man’s voice made you jump, and leap forward over the last fence to suppurate the village from the surrounding forest. Almost there.
A whistle flew right next to your arm, your eyes drawing to the arrow that missed you by a hair. You looked over your shoulder before you could stop your instinct to see the boy, standing steady with his bow trained on you, another arrow in the ready.
You had to move, now.
You broke into a run, hoping to gain enough momentum to leap right through the shift of your body. Your supplies will probably not stay on you or close enough for you to grab them, but this life and death situation didn’t allow you to care, not even for a second.
“Stop!” The boy called again and you readied your body for the transformation. He probably wanted to warn you again before he took another shot at you, it’s now or never. You felt the wings sprint from your back, black features spreading to feel the breeze as they tore your shirt apart. Shifting so suddenly hurt, the ripping of skin having no time to renew the skin bit by bit like it was supposed to. Your feet hovered above the ground. Wings arching up, tension building before they could lash down and lift you higher –
A new form of pain pierced right through one of your wings. Your shoulder came down to crash against the ground. Your head knocking down on the ground, air torn from your lungs thanks to the impact.
Your arms tingled as you lost touch with your nerves, legs unmoving even as your head screamed at them to. You could see darkness closing in on your blurred view of the sky, warm tears stretching across your cheeks to get swallowed in your hair.
Right before the darkness took over, you could make out a head of brown hair blocking your view of the blues, the freedom you craved most.
The next thing you felt was your body wildly rocking. The rocking had a set rhythm, and it came with a specific noise that you were sure you heard before, but with the haze in your mind it was hard to pinpoint. You felt disoriented with dull pain throbbing like an echo inside your head. You could feel a constant ache in your shoulder too, the nerves sending painful sparks every time the rocking occurs.
The part of you which already returned to rational thinking was deeply disappointed. After all those years of carefully crafted escapes and pathways of freedom, you were hunted down so easily. It was absurd. And by a hunter who clearly had no experience in hunting in any way, no less! The accuracy of his arrows might be a sign of some hunting experience, but the roughness of it told you he was probably used to hunting animals, not shifters.
You forced your eyes open, taking in your surroundings. The rocking came from the horse you were strapped to, and a quick look around informed you it was currently crossing a forest. Probably the one you tried escaping into earlier. The sun's position signaled the end of a day, the bit of sky you caught colored in hues. You were out for a few hours at least, and had no idea how far you were from where you passed out.
On the bright side, your fingers brushed against a material you recognized – your bag. Your kidnapper was nice enough to fetch it for you.
You could see the back of the hunter's head in you stretched yourself a certain way, which hurt your shoulder endlessly. The stretch also made you aware of the bandage, tightly wrapped around your shoulder.
You came across a pretty humane hunter, at least.
Your fingers felt around the knots that held your body to the horse to find them pretty easy to untie, even though you couldn't see them with your eyes. You struggled and pulled on the rough rope without moving too much, making sure the hunter still had his eyes trained ahead.
If you could time your fall well enough, and he'll stay unsuspecting, maybe you could make a run for it and disappear between the trees before he could even notice you were gone.
The ties came undone one by one, and you were hanging by a thread in no time. The last tie was the hardest to undo, with the lack of stability and your nerve system being on edge. You felt like any moment now the hunter will look back and realize you're too close to escaping –
The ropes finally untangled from one another and with the horse's next step, you were sent flying through the air. You twisted your legs and brought your hands forward, preparing yourself for a hopefully noiseless impact with the ground – only for your injured shoulder to be the first organ hitting the ground.
The groan of pain tore from you before you could contain it, and with a flash you caught the hunter's eyes as they widely stared over his shoulder at your body on the ground. The horse kept walking without disturbance, taking the hunter farther away from you as you steeled your body to move, and fast.
You were on your feet when the hunter shouted a comment at the horse to turn around, heels kicking into the ground to run as fast as you could. One of the ropes was still wrapped around your leg and you were worried you might step on it and trip. There wasn't enough time to spare and correct that mistake though, not when the sound of hoops hitting the ground grew closer with every second that passed.
The hunter's arm wrapped right under your chest, pulling you off of the ground with the power you knew those muscles held. "Hey, hey, hey," His voice came right next to your ear, the other arm joining around your body as you kicked and twisted your body in desperation to escape. "Stop fighting, you're injured! Just relax."
The horse stopped a few steps later and the hunter slid down from it with you in his arms, still putting up a fight even though you knew you mainly lost. You were obviously not strong enough to remove his hold from you, and your injury will not allow you to fly even if you had the opportunity to shift.
He has already won.
"Stop, stop come on," The hunter's voice sounded helpless, like he was the one trapped instead of you. "I'm not going to hurt you, just stop fighting."
"Tell that to my shoulder," You hissed, directing a kick to his leg. He whined at the pain but his grip on you never lessened, just like you thought. You weren't strong enough to win a physical fight with him.
"I'm sorry, okay? I had to!" The hunter pushed you down on your knees, allowing you less place to struggle. "You were already shifting, I had to. I had no choice."
You groaned in response but your struggles died down with the reckoning it was probably useless. Hopefully there will be other loopholes to exploit, this one is already doomed.
"I'm sorry I shot you," The hunter repeated behind you as he slipped a rope around your hands, his movements quick and accurate as he tied them together. "I really hoped to avoid it, but I had to hurt you to get what I want."
"What do you want?"
He pulled on the rope one last time, before helping you stand and lean against a tree. You carefully slid down to sit on the ground as he sat in front of you, pulling on the string wrapped around the horse's chest to bring it down with him. "My name is Jungkook," The hunter began as he pulled his hat from his head, and ruffled his bangs slightly. "Jeon Jungkook. I'm not a professional hunter, you might have noticed already."
"I did," You interrupted him, a careful blank look on your face.
Jungkook gave you a sheepish, small smile in response. "Yeah, I can't hide that. What I need from you though…" He cleared his throat, eyes drifting away from you. "A crow has the ability to bring someone from the dead, right?"
You stared at him for a few seconds to catch whatever information his expression could give you. He looked hesitant, like he wasn't sure this information was even correct. His eyes looked darker than before too, like the mare subject brings back bad memories.
You were sure he lost someone dear, and wanted to bring them back through you. The part you weren't sure about was rather he wanted you to bring them back like you brought that man's daughter, or bring them back to life.
"Sometimes," You let out at last.
His eyes flashed to you right before he ripped them away. "What times?"
You eyed him. "If I help you – as much as I'm able to – would you let me go?"
"Of course," Jungkook nodded eagerly, with a kind of innocence in his eyes to contras the tortured soul look he had in his eyes just seconds before. "As long as you cooperate, I won't have to hurt you."
You could hear the suggestive end to his tone, of what will happen if you choose not to cooperate with him. "Well," You sighed, bringing your knees to your chest in a defensive posture. "I wasn't taught the rules to their word. I usually try to feel around to know if the soul is ready for different kinds of journey. I must warn you, though," You gave him a piercing glace he couldn't help but meet with his own eyes. "If you want to bring someone back to life to stay in this world, the odds are definitely against you. It's almost impossible for a soul to remain grounded enough to come back."
You could see how your answer devastated him clearly through his body language. That's exactly what he meant. Talking to him was sort of like reading an open book, this kid never had to hide anything from anyone. Must be nice living so freely, you mused.
"How will you know if you can bring her back?" Jungkook's voice sounded smaller.
"I need to get to the holy ground, and something physical that belonged to that person. Since you shot my wing and I can't fly, we'll have to make the journey there on foot."
Jungkook grimaced, another sorry passing through his lips. "I'll get you there," He pulled a scarf from the inside of his worn out coat, pink and silky. "This belonged to her. Will it be enough?"
You simply nodded, watching him stuff it back where he pulled it from immediately. "Good. Great. Okay," Jungkook pulled himself up, his hands wrapping around your arms to pull you up without much effort. "Which way do we go?"
"We need to cross the sea." You simply blinked at the curse Jungkook muttered under his breath, his dissatisfaction with your answer looking like a fussy child's reaction. "The holy ground is an island, my instincts guide me to it by the wind. We just need a boat."
"You say it like it's easy," Jungkook murmured as he lifted you onto the horse's back, your balance lacking heavily without the support of your hands.
"You're the one who shot a crow in its wing." You raised an eyebrow which Jungkook didn't get to see as he climbed on himself. He simply huffed before pulling on the horse's rains to make him turn around, aiming for the same harbor city he was aiming to reach before you woke up.
Night caught up with you before you could get very far, and Jungkook announced you’ll be taking a break and camping out when it got too dark to keep maneuvering a horse through the outgrown trees.
You watched Jungkook move around, spreading the tent he had on tied on his horse and collecting enough wood to light a fire. Your hands were still tied so you leaned against a tree and watched him. You felt useless since you weren’t able to make camp with him, but he was the one who tied you up in the first place, so it’s his problem.
Instead you focused on the pains being on a horse left behind. Jungkook was obviously used to it, but you weren’t, and the movements of the horse jerked and moved you in a way that didn’t agree well with your body. You stretched your legs out, raising one as far as it’ll go before raising the other. Your back stayed straight against the tree, so the stretch was affective and helped immediately.
Next you roll your shoulders back and forth, before rolling your head from one shoulder to the other. Your movements were limited by the rope wrapped around your hands. You still felt better when you stretched in any way this position allowed you though.
“Not used to riding a horse?”
Your eyes lifted at Jungkook’s sudden question and you took in the sight on his arms, bulking while carrying an especially big branch. “Not at all,” You admitted.
“Must be stiff then,” Jungkook dropped the branch down on the pile of wood he set, and started kicking parts of it to suppurate them into smaller pieces.
“I’d really help if you’d untie my hands. I could attend to the stiffness better,” You suggested, knowing fully well there’s a good chance it won’t work on him. He threw a glance your way, holding your gaze for a few seconds before averting his eyes with a shake of his head.
“I need to change the bandages on your wing later. I’ll untie your hand when your injury is at my mercy.”
“Sounds delightful,” You huffed, the obvious rolling of your eyes making him chuckle but say no more words.
It didn’t take him long to start a fire, the flames lighting up your space before the darkness could swallow it. The moon hung right above the tops of the trees, its pale light fleeting through the treetops. Jungkook took a walk in the woods right after, hunting gear in hand. It took him a few minutes to come back, two birds in his hands.
You swallowed thickly as you looked at him treating his meat, the sight too much for you yet you still couldn’t find the will to look away. “You probably don’t eat meat, do you?”
“Not bird meat.”
Jungkook’s hands hesitated for a second, and you found he was watching you. “You won’t eat this then?” You shook your head as an answer and Jungkook wiped his nose across his arm as he looked up. “Maybe I can find you some fruit or something. It’s almost summer, they might not be ripe but eatable enough.”
You raised both eyebrows as he still watched the trees around them. “Why not just starve me?”
The frown he gave you surprised you only by a little. He must have not even think of this possibility. “I have nothing to gain from torturing you. I need to get you to that island in one piece to bring my sister back.”
“If I could bring your sister back,” You corrected. Jungkook pushed to stand on his feet, turning his back on you and walking away, back to the woods. It took him longer this time, and when he came back his hat was in his hands. He placed it carefully in front of you, hands on your shoulders pulling you away from the tree to sit you with your back to him.
You peaked inside the hat, finding he filled it with berries, mushrooms and even two types of nuts. He didn’t bring much, but you could tell he tried. The rope came undone from between your hands, and you immediately brought them forward to rub at were the rope pressed for too long into your skin. “Take your wing out,” Jungkook instructed as he stretched his body behind you to reach for his back.
Sharp pangs on pain came with the action of pulling your wing out, and you tilted your head back to look at it. Your black features hung weakly, some caught in the binding fabric Jungkook placed on them. You could smell the strong scent of a certain cream he must have put on you while you were unconscious.
“Here.” A small bottle landed near your knee before you felt Jungkook’s hands gently closing around your injured wing. “You can put that on your wrists. If you’ll start losing blood it’ll make the journey harder, and there’s no reason to do that.”
“Thank you,” You said lowly as you grabbed the bottle and popped the lid open. The scent was strong, and it tickled when you applied it to your irritated skin. You could feel the swift movements of his fingers on your wing, gently pulling the bandage off. He applied something to your wing, small noises of different things moving around came from behind you.
You whipped your hands against your skirt when you were done taking care of your wrists. You still couldn’t roll your shoulders to take out the knacks when he took care of your wing, so you moved your attention to his filled hat instead. You heard before of different mushrooms taking different effects on humans and shifters alike. Your caretaker always advised you to not eat a mushroom unless you were sure it wasn’t toxic.
“Did you just randomly pick mushrooms?” You asked carefully, pushing a few berries passed your lips as you waited for an answer.
“My mother studies plants,” Jungkook said from behind you as his fingers moved through your features to apply the smelly cream thoroughly. “I was taught how to distinguish them. They won’t drug you.”
“Were you taught how to tend to injuries too?” You asked, biting on a mushroom now that you knew it was safe. The earthy flavor met well with the sweetness of the barriers, and your stomach felt very happy for finally getting food again.
“My father is the town physician. I watched him fix people since a young age too.”
You considered the information as you continued to eat, and thinking about what you saw of Jungkook so far. If he was already this open with you, you might as well try to get as much information from him as you could. “How did the son of the plant studier and the physician become a hunter?” He didn’t reply immediately, and you managed to continue before he could, “Usually children of educated parents would be educated as well. If not by studying then by doing – “
“My father is training me to become a physician myself. I only became a hunter temporarily for my sister.”
You hummed, pleased to see you were right. He really wasn’t a hunter, not one who will continue to hunt once he’s done with you.
Hopefully, he won’t kill you when it ends either.
“What happened to your si – “
“Stop,” Jungkook cut you off before you could even finish your sentence, his tone sharp like a knife. “That’s enough questions for one day. Eat quietly.”
You complied with only one glance at him above your shoulder, but he was too busy with your wing to look back at you. You concentrated on your food instead like he ordered. It’s not obvious that he’ll feed you on the way to what he needs, so that’ll have to do for now.
When his work was finished he told you to move your wing back in, and tied your hands with the rope again, in front of you this time so you could keep eating. You thanked him and was granted no answer in return, only his back as he turned it on you.
No more words passed between you as Jungkook roasted his meat and ate it, the atmosphere thick with tension. You were sure that if you would have chosen any other subject but his sister, Jungkook wouldn’t have cut off the conversation to sit in silence like this. It was probably too sensitive to talk about, must have happened recently.
You raised your voice one last time to ask Jungkook if he could throw you your bag to sleep on. He threw it without a word to the tent, his action telling you to sleep in there even as he refused to speak. You barely succeeded to pull yourself on your feet to reach it, putting a fight since you knew Jungkook will not help you.
The last thing you saw before you fell asleep is the flash of silver from the piece of metal Jungkook played with between his hands, his eyes looking ahead in thoughts you can't begin to imagine.
Morning came and with it, the realization you probably won't succeed to sleep well as long as Jungkook keeps your hands bound. Your shoulders were so stiff you had troubles pulling yourself into a sitting position without help from the boy. He grimaced and muttered something about getting ready to move, untying you to tie only one of your hands to a tree. You busied yourself with every stretching technique you've ever heard of as Jungkook packed up your camp, loading it on his horse again. He fed it too, the same barriers he gave you last night.
"Are you ready?" Jungkook asked when he was finally done.
You nodded and Jungkook stepped closer immediately, untying your hand from the tree only to tie it to your other hand. He moved the rope from where it rested before to check how your skin was doing underneath. You frowned at him as he sighed and paused to take pull a dirty fabric from his pocket, strong arms ripping it in two.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll wrap it around the rope so it won't harm your skin too much," Jungkook replied as he put his hands to it, slipping the fabric against your itchy skin. "It's not the cleanest thing, but it'll keep your skin from breaking."
"Why do you care if my skin breaks?"
Jungkook raised widened eyes to meet your own, "I have no reason to make this trip uncomfortable for you. I only caught you to bring my sister back, that's all."
You nodded weakly, looking away as he finished placing the fabric to his liking. This kind of behavior confused you, with all the stories you heard so far, and Jungkook's earlier words. If you won't help him, he will hurt you. You didn't even know how much you should trust his promise to let you go when it's done.
After all, what he's asking for could be impossible and you weren't sure how he'll react to that.
When Jungkook was finally done he lead you through the rope to the horse, lifting you onto it with ease before pulling himself up. You stayed in silence as his horse made his way along the path, steps quickening with time. You tried relaxing your body as much as you could to make the jerking of the horse more manageable, which failed. Miserably.
"You should move on it like a swing," Jungkook spoke up suddenly. "Moving your hips back and forth with the movement. Don't fight it and don't relax, both will hurt your back."
"Thank you," you said softly, taking his advice into consideration. He chuckled and you assumed he just felt you jerking less now, as you brushed against his back a few times in a battle for balance.
"You know," Jungkook began and you watched the muscles of his back moving as he rested his hands down on the horse's back. "When my parents told me about shifters, I was never scared of you. I mean, maybe a little of the predator ones, but I was interested in it. I always listened to hunters and collected pieces of information to realize what you are." You listened carefully, not sure what kind of story he's beginning to tell you. "I still remember the day my dad found out about crows specifically. He came home all excited and said he knew it, with all the abilities popping around, there had to be one used to heal! He tried finding out more about your kind, but he failed to get a lot."
"My mother was killed before she could say too much," You commented and could feel immediately how the mood just got sucked from the moment.
Jungkook's arms tightened around the rains in his hands, "Your mother was the informant?"
"She was."
The next few minutes were filled with tense silence. At last, Jungkook cleared his throat to choke through, "I heard all the informants were killed. Sorry for your loss."
"It wasn't really a loss, I was too young to remember her."
"Is that why you weren't taught how your powers work?" Jungkook threw a glance over his shoulder.
"Yeah. I was grown by wolves, literally, so I had to learn by doing," You chuckled, your heart filled with warmth for the mere thought about the family you grew up with.
"I think you're amazing. Your kind, I mean," Jungkook corrected himself quickly, and you didn't miss the way his shoulders stiffened momentarily. "As a future physician, being able to do good for someone even after they die… That's a really positive thought."
"It feels kind of amazing, actually," You caught Jungkook eye as he threw another glance at you. "Helping the dead say goodbye to their loved ones, passing them on. It feels good."
"Did you ever bring someone back?"
That's exactly the question you were afraid he'll ask you, "No."
As you expected, Jungkook grew very quiet after hearing your answer. You knew what kind of high hopes he had for your help, and you knew very well it might never happen. You met other crows on the island, and you asked so many times in the hopes of getting to meet your mother. Your bubble was popped very quickly.
Always, there was a warning attached to the same straightforward sentence – Don't mess with the rest of the dead.
Jungkook’s shoulders remained drawn up and his movements to control his horse was sharp and sudden. You figured he must be thinking about it, the possibility that his journey would be for none. You wondered again what will happen to you if he were to end this journey unhappy.
With both of you lost in thought, the time stretched to feel as if it wasn’t passing at all. Every minute felt like an hour and the air was too stiff to breathe in comfortably. You kept looking left and right, willing the nature surrounding you to give you any sort of peace. Anything.
“Great,” Jungkook groaned, pulling you away from your thoughts to notice the horse was slowing down to a stop. You curiously glanced over his shoulder to see you were facing a three way fork in the road. “Do you know which one leads to the sea?”
You took a deep breathe, closing your eyes and reaching out to the crow side of you. The feedback you received was a sharp pain in your shoulder. You flinched and shook you head even though he couldn’t see, “No clue. Maybe we should just follow one and find out?”
“If we choose the wrong one it’s going to take a lot of time,” Jungkook shut down your idea immediately. “We don’t have that kind of time. What do we do?”
You stayed quiet behind him. Whenever you weren’t sure what to do, you would fly above the tree tops to get a better clue of the air and direction, but that was obviously not an option with your injury. You had absolutely no idea if guessing wasn’t on the table.
“Hey there!” A voice called behind you and a quick look to the direction of the voice explained why your instincts suddenly flagged you to run. Out of the right hand of the fork came another rider – obviously a hunter. Behind him was strapped a girl, almost completely hidden behind the man’s back until she peaked up to see who he was talking to. You saw her mouth was gagged and her hands tied cruelly in a blood-filled rope.
The hunter smiled at Jungkook before his eyes moved to look at you curiously. You hid your hands against Jungkook’s left side, to make sure he doesn’t get the idea that you’re a shifter until he walks away. “Got lost, boy?”
“Y-Yeah, we are a little lost,” Jungkook lifted a hand to rub at the back of his neck as you watched his shoulders relax with relief. “We’re heading for the sea, and I don’t know which way leads there.”
“I’m going the same direction! If we’ll head together I could guide you and your little lady thought. Numbers are good against bandits too,” The man drew nearer and you felt every muscle in your body tense. This man was evil, you could feel it just by his aura. Your eyes met with the girl’s briefly, and you could almost physically feel the pain she was going through just by that simple look in her eyes.
“That would be great.” The smile you heard clearly in Jungkook’s voice made you want to scream.
“Good boy. I’m Hunk,” The man pointed his thumb shortly behind him at the girl. “That’s a Wakin fish, good with fortune. Caught a young one though, so her predictions are still pretty vague. Could give you a special price if you want her to predict for you.”
“Thanks but I think I’ll pass,” Jungkook started walking his horse close to the man. “I’m Jungkook, and this is,” Jungkook paused, looking unsurely at you.
You realized you never told him your name before, and he never asked. “Y/N,” You completed.
“Traveling with a girl without knowing her name?” Hunk raised an eyebrow, walking straight to the left side of the fork for Jungkook to follow. His eyes racked over your figure again, to stop at the hands you could no longer hide from him when your horses aligned.
“She’s a shifter too.”
“Fish shifter?” Hunk guessed, giving you a greedy look before looking ahead to maneuver his horse accordingly to the shifting in the road.
“Crow.”
Hunk whistled loudly, jotting a few birds from the nearby trees. “How’d ya get yourself a crow shifter? Those are really rare, boy.”
“I looked for one for quite some time,” Jungkook answered with a slight lowering of his head. You were so used to hearing hunters speak of shifters like they were nothing more than a property they stole for themselves, and you wondered how Jungkook felt about it, especially since he spend more than a few hours in the company of one. “I got lucky.”
“Very lucky, do you know how much they’re worth? You could be filthy rich!”
You felt like throwing up.
“I’m not going to sell her,” Jungkook said in a firm tone. You breathed out as quietly as you could, trying to will your body to relax. Jungkook still needs you, he won’t give you away to this awful man.
“Well okay boy, might as well keep her,” Hunk raised a hand with a chuckle which didn’t sound so amused. “What’d you do to keep her from running, though?”
Jungkook took a few seconds to respond, “Her wing is injured.”
“Shot her right in the wing, huh? Atta boy!” The hunter’s hand came to clap on Jungkook’s shoulder, making you jerk your body back in fear that he’ll touch you. The sudden movement threw your balance off, forcing you to close your fingers around the fabric of Jungkook’s shirt to keep you grounded.
“You okay?” Jungkook looked over his shoulder, an arm coming out to grab a hold of yours and study you. You nodded and allowed your body to relax back into the rocking of the horse.
“No need to act so jerky, crow,” Hunk shook his head and gave a small laugh at the angry expression that you couldn’t pull from your face in time. He turned back to Jungkook and added, “Maybe you should consider shooting her in the foot as well. One look away from her and she could sprint, with just tied hands it won’t be too hard to run.”
“There’s no need. She won’t run.” His words sounded sure enough, but you could spot a slight quiver in Jungkook’s tone. You shut your eyes, hoping with your entire heart he won’t take the hunter’s words to heart because really, you weren’t going to run. It would just risk more injuries, when you just wanted this to be over.
“Suit yourself. Shot this one in the fin, the leg and the shoulder. She won’t get far.”
You moved wide eyes to look at the girl behind him, her head hanging low and her entire body bent in defeat. You could spot a bloody fabric wrapped around her calf, and another wrapped around her waist. Your heart went out to her, and you wished nothing more than being able to help her.
“That’s horrible,” Jungkook spoke up, and you noticed he too was looking at the girl. “I’m a training physician, I can look at her wounds.” The hunter gave Jungkook a disgusted look, which forced him to hurriedly add, “She won’t be of much use to you if it gets infected and raise her fever.”
He seemed to be considering this for a while, before nodding, “When you put it that way. We’ll have to camp the night, so you can look at it then.”
“And we’ll reach the sea by tomorrow?”
“We should.”
Jungkook nodded and looked ahead, hiding his face from you. You had a very bad feeling about this.
Night fell quickly, but with Hunk's guidance you went through most of the way to the sea. You could already smell the saltiness in the air, and that feeling you only got when you were out in the open instead of hiding among treetops.
Hunk announced he'll catch an animal to feed on, hopefully a bird, he added when he caught you looking at him. You were about to speak up when Jungkook blocked you, telling him anything but birds or fish will be fine. You could clearly see the disdain in Hunk's look every time Jungkook showed a bit of humanity towards either you or his hostage.
It's a good thing he walked into the woods before he could see Jungkook attending to the Walkin fish's injury. "I'll need your help too," Jungkook said as he untied your hands. He hooked one end of the rope to the tree like he did the night before, giving your skin a look before deeming it covered enough. "You can reach the water over there, right? I read fish shifters like using water to hydrate their skin. Not sure how hydrated she is when he treats her this way."
You nodded and stretched the rope to the end of its abilities in order to reach the jug of water Hunk kept on his horse. You moved closer again to see Jungkook frowning deeply at the wound on her leg, stretched behind her so she won't worry herself with the treatment. You pulled the gag that covered the girl's mouth off, giving her a smile. "What's your name?"
"Eunji," The girl answered in a harsh voice before you helped her hold onto the jug and tilt it to drink from it. She drank quite a lot, and you could see the improvement in her face almost immediately after you helped her lower it to the ground again.
"Take this," Jungkook held a piece of fabric towards you, and you took it. "Wet it with water and try cleaning the gun shot on her shoulder. I see an exit wound, so it wouldn't be so bad."
You nodded and set your hands to work. Only when you grabbed her right shoulder to hold her in place did you feel how much she was shaking. Her eyes kept moving to the left – where Jungkook was – before she snapped them forward, shutting them tightly for a second only for the process to repeat. She was so scared.
"Jungkook is a good man, he won't hurt you," You eyed her as you pressed the fabric to her injury, getting barely a whine back. She nodded stiffly, but her body didn't become any less motionless and surrendered.
"I really won't," You saw Jungkook's hand pressing into Eunji's shoulder, making the small girl jump. "I want to help you."
"Thank you," She replied in a small voice, and you saw her shoulders relax a little.
You worked quietly and so did Jungkook. You glanced at him a few times to see his expression improving as he progressed in treating Eunji's wounds. You finished cleaning the wound and washed the cloth well before you used it to pad the inside of her tied hands, like Jungkook has done to you earlier. Eunji tilted her head at your questions but said nothing as she allowed you to suppurate the tough material from her injured skin.
"You're not scared of him." Only when her voice reached your ears did you notice how closely Eunji was eyeing you. "You're worried, but you're not scared. You have no reason to be."
"Jungkook never expressed a will to hurt me as long as I do what he asks," You answered the question she didn't word.
"Must be nice. Even when I do what he wants, Hunk hurts me," Eunji's voice grew smaller with each word, and you caught her looking at the space where Hunk disappeared to.
"I'm really sorry to hear that, Eunji," You felt like there was so much more you should have said in that moment, but you couldn't find the words to. Jungkook is the only one who could buy her off of Hunk, and you had the feeling that the experienced hunter wasn't going to even consider that kind of trade. Not unless he got you in return.
"I wish I could help you," Jungkook spoke from behind her. You lifted your eyes to look at him, and you found he avoided even touching Eunji as he spoke. His face's features aligned in perfectly visible guilt, the kind you'd be a fool to miss.
"I know you can't." You saw a flash from the corner of your eye. Your senses drew you to it, and your breath was caught in your throat as you took in the distinct change in Eunji's eyes. The blue of her eyes flooded the white of her eyeball and her iris, leaving nothing but endless, sparkling sea in sight. The blue vibrated, the color bright and deep and you felt yourself getting lost in it, even though she wasn't looking at you. "I could feel the torment in your soul from the first moment I saw you. I didn't even need to tap into my powers to know," Eunji paused, and her voice got deeper, like you were listening to the bottom of the ocean speak.
The air felt tighter in your lungs and you couldn't look away, not even when you felt like something was wrong. This is too deep for a crow like you. Eunji brought in air, the movement making your hairs stand on end. "You were wounded by loss. Your heart is shackled and bound to feel the missing hole in it burning, every day. Always. You seek a way out but my friend, the truth will not change not even by the greatest will of the greatest man. The truth, is in the crow, and she can tell what the fate of your heart will be."
The moment Eunji ended her sentence her body slurped forward, eyes shut. She suddenly looked drained, like that swim to the depth inside of her took so much strength she barely had to begin with. With wide eyes you looked at Jungkook, taking in the horrified expression you've never seen before.
He was just as scared of whatever happened here as you were.
"You stupid fish," The sound of something heavy drop snapped you out of the trance, drawing your attention to Hunk's obviously angry figure. What he dropped was the dead body of a boar, and your astonishment of that achievement was swallow in the threatening steps he took towards you. His hand closed around Eunji's arm, yanking her from where she sat. Before you could even think about reacting, a punch landed against Eunji's face, dropping her right back to the ground. One of Hunk's hands held Eunji's head by her hair as the other one forced the dirty gag back to her mouth, which took a few tries since she was openly sobbing.
Hunk allowed her girl to fall down to the ground before his harsh eyes landed on Jungkook. "You need to pay me for that service. She was supposed to keep her fucking mouth shut."
Jungkook pulled his small sack of coins from his pocket and gave Hunk the sum he asked for without any form of argument. Hunk murmured more angry words under his breathe, stuffing the coins in his pocket before walking back to the boar and preparing it to be roasted. Jungkook moved quickly to sit next to you, his shoulder bumped into yours for what you assumed was reassurance.
The older hunter tried cracking a few jokes to lighten the mood he spoiled, his jokes met with mostly silence. Both you and Eunji – who calmed down a few minutes after the violent part of the evening was over – stayed wire quiet, and Jungkook only spoke short words to him. Hunk frowned at him a few times, and you wondered if he even saw anything wrong with what he's done.
The boar barely passed through your throat, and you only succeeded to eat because Jungkook wordlessly encouraged you. The frown set heavily in his features, but this time you weren't sure if his thoughts were directed at the violence, or Eunji's cryptic words. Either way, he had a lot to think about, and you didn't think he'll try talking to you.
You crawled into the tent Jungkook set up the very first moment you could, and Jungkook moved to sit in front of your tent immediately. You briefly wondered if he was trying to protect you from Hunk, but that kind of thought could never lead to a good place, so you cleared your mind from it.
The fire died down before you heard the small noises that came from Jungkook entering the tent, and you felt him with your half-awake mind lying next to you. His leg inched closer until it met your own, and you felt the warmth of his skin pressing there for the rest of the night, until morning rose.
When you came to, Jungkook’s warmth wasn’t there anymore. You lifted your head to look behind you, confirming his loss before you pulled yourself up. You got used to standing up without your hands, as they were still tied firmly to each other. Getting out of the low built tent was a slightly different story, but you made it without falling on your face. It took you a few minutes to catch up to the changes of your camp – Hunk’s horse was no longer is sight, along with his tent, his belonging, Eunji and himself. Jungkook sat near the dying fire as he poked it with a twig.
“Where are Hunk and Eunji?”
Jungkook turned to look at you, “They left earlier. Hunk explained to me how to get to the city and stormed off.” You nodded, walking towards the small jug Jungkook kept his water in. “I think he was scared you’ll give Eunji any ideas to rebel against him.”
You lifted the jug with no problem, drinking enough to take away the slightly numb feeling sleeping so well gave you. You worked Jungkook’s words in your head, and you knew exactly what he was talking about. Because your kind of shifter had a lot less information than the other kinds, humans labeled you as this scary thing that you need to watch out from. Not much came out of it since there was so few of you – either that or they were extremely good at hiding – but you still heard hushed words on the subject.
You also remembered the advice Hunk gave Jungkook about you, to shoot your leg to keep you from escaping. Jungkook must have heard about your mysterious existence when he started looking for a crow, and you ran away from him once. You said you’d help, but was it really enough for him to trust you this much?
“Why didn’t you shoot me in the leg like Hunk said?” You asked before you even registered you were going to speak your thoughts.
Jungkook huffed and pushed himself up, brushing the back of his pants roughly as he walked closer to you. You remained unmoving to see what he’ll do. His hands closed around your waist and you flinched slightly, not sure what the contact meant. Jungkook lifted you onto the horse’s back, and climbed on himself without giving an answer to your question.
Jungkook dug his heel into the horse and it made a small noise before it started walking the way it was directed by Jungkook’s pull on the rains. Your eyes were glued to the back of Jungkook’s head, but he didn’t look at you or spoke a word to you.
Not even an hour later, you could spot the last bunch of trees before the road opened into the dusty way into town. The salty smell in the air was much more prominent now, and you could almost feel it, the feeling of utter freedom in your chest. Jungkook maneuvered his horse quickly through the town, using the vibrant blue of the ocean as a guide. You passed through a market on your way, men and women selling fish and other sea creatures, a variety you’ve never seen before. You flew over this town so many times before, but you never flew low enough to catch the magic of its life.
“Stay quiet and let me handle everything,” Jungkook threw above his shoulder as he slid off of his horse, walking it to one of the tying stations on the edge of town. He pulled you down as well, and he took a moment to look at your tied hands before shaking his head and walking into the hut by the tying station. You figured they will take care of the horse while you and Jungkook continued your adventures in the sea.
Jungkook took a while to speak to the owner, and you busied yourself by brushing the horse’s mane with your fingers. It was calm, eyes casted at the sea as if it caught his interest. You wondered if Jungkook ever brought it to the ocean before, or if the sights, smells and feelings were all foreign to his horse.
“We have two days,” Jungkook passed right next to you before he kept walking ahead. You hesitated only for a moment before you turned to follow him, leaving the horse behind. You’ll probably never see it again, if everything goes as plan and Jungkook won’t have any sudden heart changes.
You remained as quiet as Jungkook asked of you earlier though his conversations with a few sailors. The first few took one look at you and immediately shook their head. You knew it was common knowledge, what that island was. Many feared coming close to a land associated with the dead.
Jungkook kept asking, his stubbornness pulling through for him. At last you found one man, very young looking and absolutely gorgeous, who was willing to sail you there. He even flashed his pearly whites as he informed you he always wanted to go, but never found a good enough reason to bring back to mama for approval.
The sailor’s eyes landed on you a few lines of conversation later, and you watched as his warm orbs fleshed with realization and endless curiosity. He still held respect to Jungkook and stopped himself from asking anything about it though.
Jungkook’s hand closed around your arm as he led you behind the sailor, helping you safely climb the boat. The wind blew your hair around your frame as his boat started towards the ocean, filling your eyes with endless blues.
You made your way to the bow of the ship, where you couldn’t see a sign of the town anymore. You leaned your tied hands against the rail, looking forward to the dark land ahead – the land where the three of you were headed. It won’t even take a day to reach it, you knew this would soon end. One way or the other.
“Don’t walk off on your own,” Jungkook’s voice came from behind you, but you were expecting him to find you, so the reaction he received was close to none. He leaned on your left, mimicking your posture as he looked ahead like you did.
“I can’t run away anymore. I don’t know how to swim, so my only option is flying,” You informed him, moving your eyes to catch his profile. “Which you know I can’t do.”
“You could soon,” Jungkook flashed his eyes at you in acknowledgment before returning them to the sea. “The wound heals nicely. I put some powerful stuff on it, and its reacting well since your body is healthy.”
“Thank god,” You breathed out, closing your eyes as the wind whipped against your face. “Not every hunter I’ll run into will be as nice as you’ve been.”
“I didn’t shoot your leg because I believe you want to try and help me.” You reopened your eyes at his words. “It would be easy to hurt you just to be sure, but it won’t service me if it turns away your will to help.”
“So you believed in the goodness of my heart.”
"Pretty much."
You chuckled, your frown relaxing. Even though he took such an important role on himself, he was still innocent at heart, somehow. It was a weird thing to say about the boy who shot you but you knew it was true. You took a deep breathe in, looking up at endless blue that warmed your heart. The skies always held a special place in your heart, thanks to the nature of your shift and the possibilities it offered.
A gleam caught your attention from the corner of your eye, bringing you to look down at Jungkook's hands. They were busily running over the same thing he used to play with by the fire. It was the first time you saw the item in the light of day, and you couldn't say you were surprised at the fact it was a very girly necklace. The pendent was shaped like a butterfly, pink stones adorn its wings.
"It was your sister's?" You asked, watching his fingers fluttering for only a second across the silver.
Jungkook hummed and slid the butterfly to rest in his palm so you could see it better. Now when it wasn't moving, you could spot the faded stains of blood. "I pulled it off of her before they buried her. She loved this necklace so much, it made her very happy. I just wanted to keep this happy memory with me."
"I can understand that," you brushed your finger across the body of the butterfly, and Jungkook let you. "I wish I could have something of my mother's to carry with me."
"Did you ever try to bring her back?" You felt Jungkook's eyes on you and when you moved to meet them you were surprised at how soft they were, all of a sudden. Maybe it was talking about his sister that brought this side of him on.
"It was the first thing I tried when I found out it's possible for my kind. It was too late though, she moved on."
Jungkook spoke in a much smaller voice "What did you do?"
"After I knew it's impossible?" You almost didn't see the nod you got in response. "I got over it. Death cuts connections like a knife for so many people, I get to have second chances. If it didn't succeed, it wasn't meant to happen." Jungkook shut his eyes tightly, his fist closing around the necklace. His head lowered to hide his face from you, but you already spotted the fear implanted in his features. You knew it'll only play against you if this fear will spread roots in his heart before you even reached the island, so you lightened your voice and looked ahead at the horizon. "What happened to your sister?"
Jungkook sighed and kept his head down. "She used to go out and bring herbs father and I needed with our mother. On the day it happened, mother asked her to go alone. We were treating a child who caught a violent type of infection, so we needed her helping hands on him." Jungkook paused when his voice got a little tighter, and you allowed this moment to breathe without interrupting it. "The herbs we needed were just on the edge of the forest, she wasn't supposed to go this far. There was a tiger shifter in the woods, he saw she was alone, and venerable."
The tears sounded clearly through Jungkook's voice. He wiped quickly at one of his eyes, and you looked away like you missed the movement, in case he checked if you saw. "He ripped her apart. My mother noticed she took too long, and she went out to look for her. Everything changed since."
You hummed, lost on words to say. Even though you lost your mother, it happened when you were too young to even know who you were, so you never experienced loss. You didn't know what it felt like, to love a person and lose them in one sharp move, without preparation or reason.
"I hope it'll work," Jungkook released his words into the air.
"I hope so too."
"Jungkook." The boy hummed. "Promise me you'll never hunt anyone after me. Being a hunter, even if it's temporary, doesn't suit you."
"I promise."
You nodded before turning your attention back to the ocean. The young sailor maneuvered through the waves expertly, you didn't even get a hint of sea sickness from the waves which guided you through. The island must have been closer to land than you thought it was, you could already spot the familiar sand coming near you quickly.
Just a little more, and your journey will end.
"Hitting shore!" The sailor's shout from behind you broke you out of your trance, and Jungkook asked you to grab the rail. You did and the contact with the land barely jolted you.
This time Jungkook was the one to follow you as you stepped off of the boat. The sailor's chipper step followed the two of you onto the island. You walked in silence in the direction your inner compass pointed, trusting in your crow instincts to come through and help you find what it was you were looking for.
You passed through a tight row of trees, and finally, there was the cave that lead to the underworld. The heavy feeling that surrounded it felt like a comforting blanket to you, but you've heard stories about how it felt for others. You watched Jungkook shiver, and the sailor's face lost any trace of the warm colors they held before.
"I-I'll wait on the boat," The scared boy blurred before he turned around, making his way quickly to disappear behind the trees you just crossed.
Your eyes moved to Jungkook, expecting him to give up on going in on his own. His eyes met yours, shaken and scared but the determination in them never lessened. "Give me the scarf," You asked and he dropped to his knees to search for the fabric through his bag. Your fingers closed around the fabric when he offered it to you, but you didn't miss the slight shake. "You don't have to go in there with me. I know it must feel wrong to you."
Jungkook shook his head sharply, pulling the straps of his bag back onto his shoulder. "I came all this way, I won't give up now. Let's go."
You nodded and held the scarf against your chest, before walking right into the darkness of the cave. As the sunlight shone less and less brightly from behind you, the cave's walls slowly filled with bright gems who lit up when they sensed your presence. The way into the cave always felt amazing to you, how the walls and souls which lived in them all knew who you were at heart, and what you came here to do.
Jungkook bumped into you a few times in his tries to keep his step closer to you. You peaked over your shoulder to find him staring with amazement at your surroundings, even though his unease came through from his entire body.
You felt how close you were getting with each step you took, until finally the cave opened up to reveal the round space in the middle of it. The walls were filled with paintings, tales older than time, present since death first showed its face to this world. Jungkook's hand closed around your elbow and you moved it to your own, squeezing his fingers. "We made it."
Jungkook simply nodded as he stared around the room with wide eyes.
You lead him to the only item in the room. It was a floors fountain made of black marvel, the gleam of the stone shining with promise. You always wondered why it was shaped as a fountain when water never meant to run down it. Each floor had a different color of clear glass, with fog flowing under its surface. You watched that fog react to so many things before, you knew how angry and how calm it could get.
Today, your entire heart was hoping for calm.
Jungkook stood beside you, his body stiff with fear of the unknown as his eyes darted from one floor of the fountain to the other. You pealed his hand from yours, and let it drop by the side of his body. "I need both hands for this," Jungkook swallowed, his head barely moving with a nod.
His reaction to this place was kind of fascinating to you, but you couldn't afford to dwell on it.
You needed the third floor, the one that reached a little below your chin. The fog crawled inside of it, small and seemingly unthreatening. You wondered before if the size of it was a hint to what hard odds of success are.
You lifted both of your hands above it, the scarf dangling from your right hand. The fog paused the moment it felt your presence, and gathered right below the scarf as you lowered it onto the glass surface. It stayed there, allowing you to begin the chant you knew from the depth of your soul in request to help you find the soul you're looking for. You spoke the words softly under your breath, feeling the tension rising in your stomach as the fountain used your power to reach below.
Nothing happened but that buzzing feeling for a few moments, and Jungkook's breath got so quiet you thought he might be holding it in anticipation. You forced your focus on the fountain and what it does, watching the fog closely. As seconds ticked by you held the fabric of the scarf tighter between your fingers.
In one fluid motion, the fog moved away from the scarf – and began bouncing everywhere. It riled up for two heart beats before clearing away from the scarf. A heavy feeling spread in your chest.
"What," Jungkook whispered, too afraid to construct an actual sentence.
You shook your head, your eyes meeting his. "She moved on. There's no way for me to reach out to even allow you to speak to her." Jungkook started shaking his head, eyes leaving yours to get lost in his own grief as he slowly dropped to his knees. "I know this is not what you wanted, but Jungkook – she found peace. She'll never get hurt again – "
"Are you doing this on purpose?" Jungkook's angry tone cut your sentence sharply. Even through the anger you could hear the tears tightening his throat.
"No," You laid a hand on Jungkook's shoulder only for him to hit it away. The sharpness of his rough contact with your arm caught you by surprise, and you stumbled for a second before you caught yourself. "Jungkook, I promised you that I'd help you. There's nothing I could do, I – "
What stopped you this time was the pained cry that left Jungkook. His eyes were screwed shut and he was shaking his head, you saw this stage of grief before. The hope he held before disappeared, and now all he was left with is pain and the only road he could walk – coming to terms with his sister's death.
You watched his body rock with his sobbing, and even though this cave was a part of you, you felt very out of place in front of his overdue grief. Now that your journey with Jungkook reached its very unfortunate end, you had to make sure you'll stay safe.
You needed to get out of there in case Jungkook's sadness turns into rage.
Still, your heart wouldn't allow you to just walk away from him. If he needed you again… Maybe you could help. Even if just to repay the kindness he showed towards you in a situation it was a norm to act otherwise. With that decision made you pulled your wing out, just enough to pluck one of your features out with only a slight wince.
You knew crows had more abilities then other birds, and the last crow you met told you about a contact method to keep in touch with other shifters or humans you cared about. You gave one of your features to your adopting mother so she could tell you if they run into any sort of troubles, and this second feature – you decided to give Jungkook. If he'll need you, he can contact you through that features with ease.
"Jungkook, take this," You laid the feature right next to his knee, not daring to touch him after how he reacted the last time. "You can contact me as long as you keep my feature. If you'll need me… I will find you." You straightened, taking a few steps back. "Leave without me. And Jungkook…" You paused, frowning as you looked at his hunched, pain filled figure. "Stay safe."
With that, you turned your back on him. Jungkook didn't acknowledge you in any ways, and his sobs echoed on the walls on the cave, surrounding you as you left him behind. In the depth of your heart, you wanted to stay and help that boy you got to meet, the boy with the healing hands and the golden heart. You also knew you could never do that.
A pray's fate is never to live with their hunter. This law held truth to you as well.
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Chapter 4: Like Death Warmed Over (Loki x OFC Pairing)
"Supernatural ended?! What the actual fuck?! Why?!" I exclaimed while catching up on the shows I missed in the five year absence. "That show was supposed to go till I die...again! My life is over!" I curled up on the couch, hugging my knees to my chest and burying my head in my arms.
"It was quite an entertaining show," Loki agreed, having grown curious early on in my catching up what I was bitching about missing so much. "Is any of it true? The monsters and the ways to kill them?"
"I only know about ghosts and spirits and most kinds of salt does act as a ward against them, rock salt especially. As I don't get rid them by force but by coercion if anything, I don't know if burning the bodies or pieces of the body left would send them away. Not about to try either."
"And the other monsters of legends in there, do they exist?"
"Almost every culture has their monsters on this planet, some overlapping between werewolves and vampires, I wouldn't be surprised if they do but I've not personally seen any beyond my area of expertise. Not my problem."
"What about angels and demons?"
"Those two are a bit different as they were primarily created by only one such religion, and a shady one at that, people somehow have different ideas of what those are. There have been cases of demonic possession in the past but its not like in the show where they're black smoke forcing themselves into your mouth, you don't see it happening, it just happens. Angels on the other hand...bit more complicated, ancient literature depicts them as benevolent guardians of God to carry out his will and guide us lowly humans. Modern media however depicts the majority of them as dicks with an agenda of their own that doesn't involve helping us at all."
"What do you believe then?"
"I have no one religion to believe considering I'm talking to a god right now and was given more power from beings that claim they're gods as well, everyone wants to be king of the mountain."
"And what do you want?"
"A cottage by the shores of Salem, where death and dark magic is strong but not shunned and the weird are welcomed more than the mundane."
"That place sounds intriguing, tell me more about it."
"Centuries ago when my ancestors first settled, people were even more religious nuts than they are now and they were crazy superstitious. They were also just plain crazy and got the idea of obtaining other people's land and property by accusing the owners of being evil witches after watching their daughters dabble in a bit of voodoo magic with their slaves. That's when the infamous Salem Witch Trials started which was a horrific dark mark in this country's history. Hundreds of innocent lives were ended as women and children and even the occasional man was accused, tortured, and locked away for life or executed horrifically."
"And you wish to live there?" he asked incredulously.
"There might be some unrest still from the victims and I want them to be at peace. Also, while the history of the place was terrible to say the least, it has become a bit more whimsical and touristy which I usually hate but they make it so fun there. You might even like it yourself if you ever wanna visit, assuming Tony lets me off the leash and I'm not stuck living here forever. Nowadays its a place that celebrates and capitalizes on magic."
"What if I were to convince Tony to let us have a day trip to there?"
"You'd do that?"
"Why not?"
I shrugged but smiled at the idea. "I'd say you're living up to the nickname Silvertongue."
"Oh that's not the only reason I'm called that," he purred into my ear.
I'm pretty sure if I could still bring color to my skin, I'd have the slightest blush of excitement from his voice alone let alone the suggestion. "Promises promises."
"Tell me something, you say you're dead inside and only the necromancy itself keeps you going, but do you still feel or are your nerves dead too."
"I don't think I'd wanna be alive if I couldn't feel or taste things so yes intense pain and strong levels of pleasure, kinda like a succubus I guess, pleasure keeps me alive, reminds me I'm still kicking." I paused then, trying to read if he was just gonna dump naughty images in my head or actually follow through. I do something totally impulsive then and rest my head on his lap, reaching up and touching the razorsharp jawbones of a god. Though he's cool to the touch, the second I come in contact with him I feel alive again.
"Do you miss being completely alive?" he asked, seeing the sudden but fleeting change from my touch.
"I'm not sure, the life I had before the change was almost complete hell from what I remember and I'm not one of those protagonists that wishes they could just be normal again, I like being what I am. I'd probably have died for real at Hydra, always finding new methods to get the same result of me not doing anything, I think a normal human would've died from the pain or blood loss then."
"That would make you an immortal, staying alive when you should be long dead, unaffected."
I shrugged. "I am what I am. Doubt I'm immortal though, a blade through the heart might not work but most creatures are killed by beheading including zombies which apparently Stark thinks I am. Jokes on him though, I don't eat brains, that's the least appetizing part of the body."
"You know from experience, do you?" he asked in bemusement. "Is it the heart then?"
I wrinkled my nose at this, recalling a certain show where a horse heart was devoured raw. "Have you ever eaten a muscle? It's like eating a wet squishy piece of leather, your jaw starts to ache after a few bites of a chewy chunk. Everyone assumes its the heart or brains thats best because we think since thats our best quality alive, it should be that in a meal." My hand slid from his face to his heart then though was blocked by his green asgardian leisure robes so the feeling of being alive was a bit lost though I still wanted to feel his heart, so many people seemed to think he didn't have one. I wondered if I could survive pulling his lifeforce from him, not that I'd want to of course when just touching him gave me a taste of life, but an immortal with immense power meant he wouldn't be dead for a while and that meant he was a potential atomic bomb in my hands. I was quiet for once, feeling his heartbeat, his power under my hand, so many different thoughts between naughty and dangerous running through my head then. I could feel him watch me just as quiet as I was, ever the curious god observing his new catch.
"What are you thinking that's stayed your tongue suddenly?" he asked me then.
I smirked. "I'm wondering what true power tastes like."
"Lean up and find out," he challenged smoothly.
Both my eyebrows popped up then, usually when people find out I'm a walking magical corpse they're instantly turned off due to that pesky little thing called necrophilia. I didn't need to be told twice though and did just that, our lips connecting softly. The second it did, my entire body warmed and tingled back to life, causing me to moan into the kiss in the rush of long missed feeling I didn't want to end. What started out as a tasting, testing the waters kiss quickly became one of lust and hunger he was matching just as greedily. I pushed myself up to get even closer to him and his hands snaked around my hips without breaking the kiss. Of course something had to at least give Loki some air to breathe and it was a soft thump coming outside the room followed closely by, "Mr. Stark, are you here?"
We pulled away reluctantly, allowing Loki to catch his breath and me to lose mine returning to my current corpse form. "You'll be the life of me, Loki," I mused. "Did a kid just interrupt this?"
"That must be the Spiderling then," loki replied, waiting for me to get off him before getting off the couch and offering me his hand once more.
I took it curiously and followed him out of the living to where a teenager was looking around wearing a high tech spider themed suit that looked like an offshoot of Deadpool's suit though the mask part was pulled off. He's cute though a bit young. "That has Stark written all over it."
The kid whirled around as his back had been turned to us watching him look for his sugar daddy. "Hi Loki, who are you?"
"Who am I? Who are you?" I countered. "I was here first."
"I'm Spider Parker- I mean Peter Man," he stumbled in answer. "Dammit."
I couldn't hide the laughter at his failed attempt to cover one if not both identities and looked over at Loki who was smirking just the same. "Isn't he just precious?"
"I think you caught him by surprise, not an easy feat as he claims he has a sixth sense for that sort of thing," Loki commented.
I shrugged. "Occupational hazard. Tony's not here right now, but if you'd like to leave a message you can do so elsewhere."
Peter as I guessed his actual name was scowled at me and appeared to get in a defensive stance but once more we were interrupted by something entering the building followed by. "Loki, you guys here?"
"Maybe," I called back.
Tony walked into the room we were all standing in and grinned seeing Peter there as well. "Hey kid, what brings you here?"
"Mr. Stark, I heard rumors theres a horde of zombies at the hydra base and wanted to help," Peter replied quickly.
It was my turn to frown then. "So much for keeping that under wraps, I'm blaming you on this, Stark. You just had to know, didn't you?"
"Me? I'm pretty sure you volunteered as you hate them as much as we do."
"I was hoping you'd handle most of it, you're the Avengers after all, but once more a woman has to clean up a mess made by lousy men."
"You know her, Mr. Stark?" squeaked Peter between the bickering.
"We found her in the second to last base we raided, well Loki did anyway," explained Tony. "I let you into my compound as a guest I know almost nothing about and this is how you thank me."
"You could've just let me go back to where I was before I got caught but noooo, you had to know why I was there."
"She's got a point there, Stark," Loki noted.
"Who's side are you on?" he demanded.
"Hers, clearly. I thought that much was obvious as I'm standing right next to her this whole time."
Tony rolled his eyes but returned his attention to Peter. "Don't worry about it, kid. The zombies don't work for Hydra."
"They don't?" he asked in disbelief.
"They work for me," I chirped. "Well not worked so much as follow since its free of charge and labor."
"You? What are you, the Night Queen?" Peter asked.
Tony chuckled at the reference. My eyes went snow white then and I gave him a look that matched the lead wight walker. "Winter is coming," I told him in a hollow voice.
"M-Mr. Stark, I don't think it's a good idea to have her on the team," Peter told him quietly.
"Are you questioning my judgment, kid?"
"No, sir."
"Good, because she's staying here."
"Actually," I interjected. "I have a request on that note."
Tony turned back to me then with an arched eyebrow. "You're not moving out till I can fully trust you."
"She wants to go on a field trip with me somewhere, just for a day," Loki spoke up.
Tony crossed his arms and looked expectantly at the god. "Where?"
"Only the most magical place in the east coast," I answered.
"Disneyworld?" Peter asked hopefully.
I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "Hell no, that's the most nauseating place in the east coast. So full of families with kids they can't hope to control, and all that noise noise noise. That place ain't magical, it's mechanical and made of money and memories. No, this place isn't in the south and doesn't require commercial airlines to get there."
"Hm, well you proved you can handle yourself on the battlefield and Loki will be with you on this trip but as I still don't trust him completely we'll have someone else with you two to make sure you don't get into too much trouble," Tony stated. "Clint will go with you as he's the only one free at the moment and wasn't fighting off hydra like the rest of us did. Family outting or whatever at his farm."
"Is that a yes?"
"Yup, don't make me regret it either or you'll be on a tighter leash than Loki is."
"Oooh a leash, kinky, what's the safe word?"
"Bananas," he quipped right back, making me cackle before I thanked him for letting have some fun on my own.
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By Don Hazen Kali Holloway AlterNet Staff
July 13, 2017, 12:54 PM GMT
Things are not looking good out there. Manmade climate change has already led to widespread devastation, with more unimaginable horrors on the way. For half a generation, the United States has been immersed in futile wars that have only made the world more unsafe, and recent saber-rattling suggests more conflict is on the horizon. This country has too many guns, too many prisons and too few people holding nearly all the wealth. On top of it all, a hotheaded bully is charged with deciding when to whip out our great big missiles.
This is no time for Pollyannaish optimism. Things will probably get worse before they get better, and the only way to ensure the latter is to come to terms with the former. Gloom and doom isn’t so bad if it serves a purpose. You have to contend with the darkest looming realities in order to have any hope of staving them off.
To that end, we’ve gathered some of the best—or uh, the worst—apocalyptic thinking out there. There’s plenty of bad news on economic, planetary and political fronts, and all of it is represented below. Consider it inspiration for figuring a way out of this mess. Here are 10 visions of the apocalypse—coming soon!
1. The Uninhabitable Earth [5], by David Wallace-Wells
It is, I promise, worse than you think. If your anxiety about global warming is dominated by fears of sea-level rise, you are barely scratching the surface of what terrors are possible, even within the lifetime of a teenager today...Rising oceans are bad, in fact very bad; but fleeing the coastline will not be enough. Indeed, absent a significant adjustment to how billions of humans conduct their lives, parts of the Earth will likely become close to uninhabitable, and other parts horrifically inhospitable, as soon as the end of this century.
The present tense of climate change — the destruction we’ve already baked into our future — is horrifying enough. Most people talk as if Miami and Bangladesh still have a chance of surviving; most of the scientists I spoke with assume we’ll lose them within the century, even if we stop burning fossil fuel in the next decade. Two degrees of warming used to be considered the threshold of catastrophe: tens of millions of climate refugees unleashed upon an unprepared world. Now two degrees is our goal, per the Paris climate accords, and experts give us only slim odds of hitting it. The U.N. Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change issues serial reports, often called the “gold standard” of climate research; the most recent one projects us to hit four degrees of warming by the beginning of the next century, should we stay the present course. But that’s just a median projection. The upper end of the probability curve runs as high as eight degrees — and the authors still haven’t figured out how to deal with that permafrost melt. The IPCC reports also don’t fully account for the albedo effect (less ice means less reflected and more absorbed sunlight, hence more warming); more cloud cover (which traps heat); or the dieback of forests and other flora (which extract carbon from the atmosphere). Each of these promises to accelerate warming, and the geological record shows that temperature can shift as much as ten degrees or more in a single decade. The last time the planet was even four degrees warmer, Peter Brannen points out in The Ends of the World, his new history of the planet’s major extinction events, the oceans were hundreds of feet higher.
2. How Trump could literally tweet his way into nuclear war with North Korea [6], by Laura Rosenberger
If our allies, partners and adversaries all attach meaning to Trump's words that are in no way what he intended, the problem isn't just one of mere confusion. Deterring North Korea from taking dangerous actions and reassuring our allies of the credibility of our defense are both critical. But both deterrence and reassurance are based on credibility and capability—and credibility requires clear signaling of intentions.
Trump's vague, blustery words, unattached to any strategy and without any plan to back up whatever he did mean, will undermine both our deterrence and our reassurance, which we have spent decades building. This could lead to miscalculation by North Korea or our allies. Such miscalculation could lead to war: Trump could literally tweet us into a nuclear war.
We know that Kim Jong-un is thin-skinned and will probably take Trump's comment about "this guy" as a personal insult. Or Kim may be confused—after all, just a few months ago, Trump said he would be "honored" to meet with Kim under the right circumstances. To be clear, I don't care at all about Kim's feelings. But I do care about whether an offhand, hotheaded remark could provoke Kim to take actions that would have real consequences. Picking a Twitter fight with a nuclear-armed dictator is not wise—this is not reality TV anymore.
3. We Have a Year to Defend American Democracy, Perhaps Less [7], by Matthias Kolb
The temptation in a new situation is to imagine that nothing has changed. That is a choice that has political consequences: self-delusion leads to half-conscious anticipatory obedience and then to regime change...Most Americans are exceptionalists, we think we live outside of history. Americans tend to think: “We have freedom because we love freedom, we love freedom because we are free.” It is a bit circular and doesn’t acknowledge the historical structures that can favor or weaken democratic republics. We don’t realize how similar our predicaments are to those of other people...
I wanted to remind my fellow Americans that intelligent people, not so different from ourselves, have experienced the collapse of a republic before. It is one example among many. Republics, like other forms of government, exist in history and can rise and fall...A quarter century ago, after the collapse of communism, we declared that history was over—and in an amazing way we forgot everything we once knew about communism, fascism and National Socialism...
The constitution is worth saving, the rule of law is worth saving, democracy is worth saving, but these things can and will be lost if everyone waits around for someone else. If we want encouragement out of the Oval Office, we will not get it. We are not getting encouragement thus far from Republicans. They have good reasons to defend the republic but thus far they are not doing so, with a few exceptions...I think things have tightened up very fast, we have at most a year to defend the Republic, perhaps less.
4. Noam Chomsky on the prospects for nuclear war under Trump [8]
George Yancy: Returning to Trump, I take it that you view him as fundamentally unpredictable. I certainly do. Should we fear a nuclear exchange of any sort in our contemporary moment?
Noam Chomsky: I do, and I’m hardly the only person to have such fears. Perhaps the most prominent figure to express such concerns is William Perry, one of the leading contemporary nuclear strategists, with many years of experience at the highest level of war planning. He is reserved and cautious, not given to overstatement. He has come out of semiretirement to declare forcefully and repeatedly that he is terrified both at the extreme and mounting threats and by the failure to be concerned about them. In his words, “Today, the danger of some sort of a nuclear catastrophe is greater than it was during the Cold War, and most people are blissfully unaware of this danger.”
In 1947, Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists established its famous Doomsday Clock, estimating how far we are from midnight: termination. In 1947, the analysts set the clock at seven minutes to midnight. In 1953, they moved the hand to two minutes to midnight after the U.S. and U.S.S.R. exploded hydrogen bombs. Since then it has oscillated, never again reaching this danger point. In January, shortly after Trump’s inauguration, the hand was moved to two and a half minutes to midnight, the closest to terminal disaster since 1953. By this time analysts were considering not only the rising threat of nuclear war but also the firm dedication of the Republican organization to accelerate the race to environmental catastrophe.
Perry is right to be terrified. And so should we all be, not least because of the person with his finger on the button and his surreal associates.
5. Is America Past the Point of No Return [9]? by Thom Hartmann
Has corporate/billionaire control of our republic reached such a point that it’s no longer reversible? Have we passed the tipping point where democracy dies? While Republicans are doing the will of their oligarch owners, replacing real scientists with industry lobbyists and shills everywhere from the White House to congressional science committees to the EPA, the media stubbornly refuses to report in depth on it, preferring instead to following the Worldwide Wrestling moves of our tweeter-in-chief.
While climate change is ravaging the world, the administration of billionaire oligarch Donald Trump has pulled the U.S. out of the Paris climate change agreement and is rolling back climate-protecting rules on behalf other oligarchs in the oil, coal and gas business so they can continue to use our atmosphere as a sewer.
From trying to destroy the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau (which has returned to consumers billions of dollars in ill-gotten gains from our country’s banksters), to gutting environmental laws, to preventing students from even declaring bankruptcy when their efforts to join the middle class by going to college don’t work out, the oligarchs who now largely run America are solidifying their power and their wealth. This is rule by the rich. It’s here. It’s now.
6. The Age of Anger [10], by Chris Hedges
Neoliberalism, in the name of this absurd utopia, stripped away government regulations and laws that once protected the citizen from the worst excesses of predatory capitalism. It created free trade agreements that allowed trillions of corporate dollars to be transferred to offshore accounts to avoid taxation and jobs to flee to sweatshops in China and the global south where workers live in conditions that replicate slavery. Social service programs and public services were slashed or privatized. Mass culture, including schools and the press, indoctrinated an increasingly desperate population to take part in the global reality show of capitalism, a “war of all against all.”
What we were never told was that the game was fixed. We were always condemned to lose. Our cities were deindustrialized and fell into decay. Wages declined. Our working class became impoverished. Endless war became, cynically, a lucrative business. And the world’s wealth was seized by a tiny group of global oligarchs. Kleptocracies, such as the one now installed in Washington, brazenly stole from the people. Democratic idealism became a joke. We are now knit together, as Mishra writes, only “by commerce and technology,” forces that Hannah Arendt called “negative solidarity.”
7. Doomsday Prep for the Super Rich [11], by Evan Osnos
Last spring, as the Presidential campaign exposed increasingly toxic divisions in America, Antonio García Martínez, a forty-year-old former Facebook product manager living in San Francisco, bought five wooded acres on an island in the Pacific Northwest and brought in generators, solar panels, and thousands of rounds of ammunition. “When society loses a healthy founding myth, it descends into chaos,” he told me. The author of “Chaos Monkeys,” an acerbic Silicon Valley memoir, García Martínez wanted a refuge that would be far from cities but not entirely isolated. “All these dudes think that one guy alone could somehow withstand the roving mob,” he said. “No, you’re going to need to form a local militia. You just need so many things to actually ride out the apocalypse.” Once he started telling peers in the Bay Area about his “little island project,” they came “out of the woodwork” to describe their own preparations, he said. “I think people who are particularly attuned to the levers by which society actually works understand that we are skating on really thin cultural ice right now.”
In private Facebook groups, wealthy survivalists swap tips on gas masks, bunkers, and locations safe from the effects of climate change. One member, the head of an investment firm, told me, “I keep a helicopter gassed up all the time, and I have an underground bunker with an air-filtration system.” He said that his preparations probably put him at the “extreme” end among his peers. But he added, “A lot of my friends do the guns and the motorcycles and the gold coins. That’s not too rare anymore.”
8. How the Student Loan Industry Is Helping Trump Destroy American Democracy [12], by Binta Baxter
[T]he untold story of student loan debt in the United States is that it is being used as a form of economic terrorism designed not only to redistribute wealth from everyday Americans to the elite, but to undermine and degrade American democracy as a whole.
Up until her confirmation as Secretary of Education, Betsy DeVos had financial ties to a large student loan servicer in contract negotiations with the Department of Education. PRWatch reported in January that one of the firms DeVos divested from, LMF WF Portfolio, helped finance a $147 million loan to a student debt collection agency called Performant, which had more than 346 complaints brought against it with the Better Business Bureau. The student loan industry is said to be worth $1.3 trillion in total debt owed according to Forbes.
9. Stephen Hawking Warns Trump Withdrawal From Climate Deal Could Turn Earth's Temperature to 250 Degrees and Bring Sulphuric Acid Rain [13], by Reynard Loki
"We are close to the tipping point where global warming becomes irreversible," said Hawking, who is a recipient of the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the highest civilian award in the United States. "Trump’s action could push the Earth over the brink, to become like Venus, with a temperature of 250 degrees and raining sulphuric acid."
Trump's decision to abandon the landmark agreement, which was signed by nearly 200 nations to limit the global average temperature increase to 1.5°C above pre-industrial levels, puts the accord in jeopardy, as the U.S. is the world's second biggest emitter of greenhouse gases, after China.
10. A Language Older Than Words [14], by Derrick Jensen
It’s unavoidable: so long as we value money more highly than living beings and more highly than relationships, we will continue to see living beings as resources, and convert them to cash; objectifying, killing, extirpating. This is true whether we’re talking about fish, fur-bearing mammals, Indians, day-laborers, and so on. If monetary value is attached to something it will be exploited until it’s gone.
Also by Derrick Jensen, The Culture of Make Believe [15]
Let's be honest. The activities of our economic and social system are killing the planet. Even if we confine ourselves merely to humans, these activities are causing an unprecedented privation, as hundreds of millions of people-and today more than yesterday, with probably more tomorrow-go their entire lives with never enough to eat. Yet curiously, none of this seems to stir us to significant action. And when someone does too stridently point out these obvious injustices, the response by the mass of the people seems so often to be...a figurative if not physical blow to the gut, leading inevitably to a destruction of our common future. Witness the enthusiasm with which those native nations that resisted their conquest by our culture have been subdued, and the eagerness with which this same end is today brought to those-native or not-who continue to resist too strongly. How does this come to happen, in both personal and social ways?
Don Hazen is the executive editor of AlterNet.
Kali Holloway is a senior writer and the associate editor of media and culture at AlterNet.
http://www.alternet.org/news-amp-politics/aaahhhhhpocalypse-now-10-dark-visions-headed-your-way
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