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topguncortez · 2 years

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Day 26: No One Left Behind ➢prompt: "Why did you save me?" ➢character: Robert "Bob" Floyd ➢warnings: hazing, underaged drinking, toxic parents, near drowning, fear of water ➢word count: 3.3k ➢masterlist | whumptober | library

Bob never liked large bodies of water. He grew up in a landlocked town in the middle of nowhere Wyoming. The only things to do in the summer were to run in the backyard through a sprinkler or to go to the pond. Everyone went to the lake, it was the place to be during the unforgiving summers. Kids, teens and adults would spend their days on the sand shores, fishing, sunbathing or playing in the water. Bob didn’t like the lake because of what lurked underneath the surface. He had seen the pictures of the large fish that fishermen pulled out of there. He had heard the rumors and the legends of different ghouls and demons that supposedly haunted the waters and would pull unsuspecting swimmers into its depths. But what really sealed the deal for Bob hating the lake, was when his younger brother pushed him off the family pontoon.

His parents didn’t realize Bob had gone overboard for several moments, he usually was behind them in the back, silent and holding on to his lifejacket tightly. But it was Bob’s older sister who shouted that the then six year old Bob was in the middle of the lake.

“Mom! Bob fell over!” She shouted.

“Oh my god!” His mother shouted and his dad quickly turned the boat around. Bob was luckily wearing a life jacket, but was kicking and splashing around, trying to get the lake grass off of his legs. His glasses had fallen off and were sinking towards the bottom, which caused more panic as he couldn’t see what was going on. When his father got close to him, he jumped into the water and swam over to where he was. Bob clung to him, his hands tightening around the shirt he wore.

“Kick your goddamn legs, Rob,” His father cursed as he swam them back to the boat. He lifted up the little boy into his mother’s arms and Bob clung on tightly to her.

“Oh my baby boy,” She cooed, and dried him with a towel, “I’m so sorry we didn’t notice.”

“Well maybe if he would fucking talk,” His dad cursed again, stepping up onto the platform of the boat, “Fucking say something next time or swim your ass back to shore.”

“David!”

“Well?” His father shrugged, “Kid needs to learn to do something for himself. Quit fucking babying him.”

Ever since that day, Bob did all he could to avoid water. But that seemed to be a bit of a paradox when he joined the Navy. His dad even laughed at him when he came home with his enlistment packet in his hands.

“You can’t fucking look at water without panicking. The fuck did you join the Navy for?”

“To help pay for school,” Bob said softly, “And they’ll teach me at boot camp.”

Which was true. His father had told him from a young age that they would never be able to pay for his college. That he would have to figure it out by himself. His older siblings didn’t go to college. His two older sisters MaryAnn and Elizabeth both married local ranchers. His brother Michael was set to take over the family ranch. But Bob was determined to not be stuck in no named Wyoming for the rest of his life.

And Bob was right, they did teach him how to swim in boot camp. It wasn’t beautiful, but he could pass the swim test and keep himself above water. But Bob knew that he wasn’t going to willingly jump into the pool and go for a swim. It also helped that he was wearing a life jacket the whole time, which gave him some comfort. After boot camp, Bob had gotten his acceptance letter into the Naval Academy. His mother cried when he told her, and didn’t stop crying until after they dropped him off in Maryland. Bob had never been to the east coast before, nor spent this much time away from his family. What kept him going in boot camp was the fact that he would be home in ten weeks. Now he was moving across the country.

Bob had three roommates in his tiny four person dorm; Geco, Tank, and Hermes. They were almost the polar opposite of Bob. Each of them were nearly 6’2 and built. Hermes currently holds the class record for fastest PT test. Though Bob couldn’t compete with them physically, he competed with them in the classroom. They envied the way Bob just understood everything that was being taught in their classes, and hardly had to study for exams to do perfect. Bob had offered to help them study, but they all shot it down. Most people in the class had envied Bob, and labeled him as the enemy, except Y/N.

Y/N, like Bob, was also on the outskirts of their class. She was a legacy student, her dad being the current commander of the pacific fleet. She had gone by her mother’s maiden name, so she could make a name for herself fair and square, but it was unmistakable who’s daughter she was, with her bright blue eyes and blonde hair. Oh, and the way she was ice cold. Unlike Bob, she didn’t let the whispers and the jokes bother her. She let them bounce off her back and continued on with her studies.

“Hey, Frost,” Hermes said. Bob was currently in the library, sitting att a table across the room from where Frost was. She had been there as long as Bob had been, her nose in a text book, “We’re having a little party this weekend at the SigEp house. You should come.”

“And why would I do that?” Y/N asked.

“Cause I’ll be there,” He smirked and held his hands out. Bob watched as Frost rolled her eyes and turned around, “Come on, don’t be so cold,” She continued to ignore him, which was something Hermes couldn’t stand. Bob watched as he clenched his jaw, “Fine. Just so you know, the only way you’re here is because your dad is fucking Iceman Kazansky. He probably couldn’t stand having a fuck up as a daughter and had to do some chairty work.”

Bob’s eyes widened at Hermes' words, and waited to see what she would do. He watched her body shake as she gripped her pencil in a vice grip, causing the wood to splinter. Hermes also watched her, and let out a laugh seeing no response from her, and advised his little posse to leave her table. Bob waited for them to leave, before standing up from his own table and walked over to her.

“You deserve to be here,” Bob said softly. Y/N looked up at him and his heart faltered a bit, seeing the tears in her eyes. His jaw dropped and he quickly dug in his backpack, looking for the packet of kleenex he usually kept on him. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched him dig around in his bag, before stretching his shaky hand out and offering her the kleenex. She smiled at him and took it.

“Thank you, Bob,” Y/N said.

“You know who I am?”

“Of course, Bob Floyd, political science major. You sit in front of me during intro to strat,” Y/N said and packed up her books. Bob watched her as she moved quickly, “Thanks again. And I’ll see you at the party.”

“Y-Yeah!” Bob called out to her. Once she was out of the library Bob cursed himself, “What the hell? You’re not going to the party. You don’t party.”

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The music was too loud for Bob’s liking. He didn’t understand how people would like their music this loud. He couldn’t even understand what was being said. The house was hot and stuffy, with people all over the place. Bob found a corner of the kitchen that was somewhat uncrowded and close to the table of snacks. He was nursing a cup of sprite that he had poured himself and snacking on the various mixes. Bob had never been to a party before.

His eyes scanned the kitchen, looking for Y/N. He knew that she was either already here or showing up late. He had watched Mean Girls before coming to the party, to somewhat understand what to expect. Apparently, you didn’t show up to parties at the time the host said they started, so Bob waited nearly an hour before arriving. He also felt slightly overdressed in his khaki pants, button up shirt, and vans. His roommates were wearing jeans and tshirts, and Bob made a mental note to go shopping for some.

“Do my eyes deceive me?” Bob turned around and let out a breath, “Bobby Floyd? At a party.”

“Hangman,” Bob sighed, “How are you?”

“How am I?” Hangman said, “I am magnificent. How are you? And why are you here?”

“I was invited,” Bob said.

Hangman raised his eyebrows in surprise. Jake Seresin was two years older than Bob, and had met him during recruitment over the summer, and was one of the peer leaders in his tactile movement and strategy class. Jake was also the quarterback for the football team, and had perfectly styled blonde hair and a bright smile. Bob had tried to hide in the back of the class, but Jake easily picked him out of the class, and told him he was “taking him under his wing”. Bob took in the sight of Jake’s outfit, dark blue jeans, a fitted black t-shirt, and cowboy boots.

“So really, why are you here?” Jake asked again.

Bob opened his mouth to answer, when he heard Y/N’s voice enter the kitchen. She walked right past him, a couple girls right behind her. His blue eyes watched as she greeted some of the other party go-ers and poured herself a drink. Jake followed Bob’s eyesight and smirked.

“The admiral’s daughter!? Way to go Bobby Boy,” Jake clapped him on the back, “I knew you didn’t just decide to show up cause you were “invited”.”

“Why is it so hard to believe-”

“Go talk to her,” Jake said.

“Oh no, I-I can’t,” Bob shook his head, “She’s with. . . him.” Jake squinted his eyes and looked back up at where Y/N was now being crowded by Hermes. She looked uncomfortable as he put his hands on her hips and tried to pull her back into his chest.

“The dude trying to force himself on her? Hermes? Nah, she’s not into him.”

“Well, he looks into her.”

“Bob, trust me, she’s not into him,” Jake said.

“How do you know?”

“Cause she’s walking over here right now,” Bob lifted his head up and his eyes widened as she walked over with determination. Jake took a step back as Y/N put herself by Bob, and wrapped a hand around his waist.

“Babe! You’re here!” She smiled and kissed his cheek, “I told you, Adrian, my boyfriend is here.”

“My fucking roommate? Next you’re going to tell me that his crying at night is actually cause you’re giving him head and not cause he misses his mom,” Hermes joked.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” Y/N sassed. Jake smirked at Bob, who looked uncomfortable. Jake rolled his eyes, and subtly grabbed Bob’s hand to put around Y/N’s waist. He jumped at the feeling and Jake just nodded.

“Listen, Hermes, how bout you and the freshman jock squad go take a walk,” Jake said, “You guys are fucking wasted. Now go, or I tell Coach Smith and we run Death Hill until someone really dies.”

The group all agreed and disbanded. Y/N waited a bit, still keeping her arm around Bob until they were out of eyeshot. She sighed and untangled herself from Bob’s side, and Bob had to fight back a frown.

“Thanks, Floyd,” She said and walked away from him.

— — —

It was a beautiful night, and Bob could see the stars for once. That was something he missed since moving out East. You could hardly see the stars at night due to all the city lights and pollution. Back home, Bob would lay on his roof and look at the stars until the late hours at night. It helped calm him. He knew all the constellations in the sky, and could tell you their stories, and what season they are most prominent in. Currently, he was looking at Orion, and recalling one of his favorite stories about the constellation.

He wondered if Y/N liked the stars too. He was surprised how quiet it was outside, most people preferred to be inside the sweaty, hot house. Those outside were couples making out, girls having a drunk heart to heart, or people smoking weed. Bob had been offered a joint, but was too scared to do it. He had smoked weed once with his older sister, and could remember how angry his dad had gotten when he threw up on the floor. Bob swore he wasn’t going to try the drug again.

Bob’s moment of quiet was cut off by a hand landing on his shoulder. He jumped and looked over his shoulder at Hermes, Tank and Geco standing behind him. He felt his stomach drop and he scrambled to try and get away, but Tank and Geco grabbed his arms.

“Bob, I don’t think we have properly introduced you to the SigEp house,” Hermes smirked.

“I-I’ve been here before,” Bob said.

“Oh yeah, with Seresin,” Hermes nodded, “Your little butt buddy? Oh wait. . . that’s Frost isn’t it. Sorry I forget, that you like both of them to fuck you.”

“I don’t do-”

“I don’t give a fuck who fucks you in the ass, Floyd. But stay away from my girl.”

“She’s not yours,” Bob sneered. He wasn’t sure where that came from, but he hated the way Hermes was talking about Y/N. She wasn’t an object he could own.

“No? Then why was she just sucking on my dick and not yours?” Hermes laughed and Bob felt himself deflate a bit, but shook his head.

“Just let me go. I’ll leave the party,” Bob said honestly.

“Oh no. . . No can do. Bobby Boy. It’s time for NIGHT SWIMMING!” Hermes yelled loudly, which seemed to get the attention of some of those in the house, because a group came rushing out. Y/N was dancing with Jake when she heard the commotion from outside. Her and Jake shared a look before pushing through the crowd to go outside. Jake saw Hermes first, standing up on a chair and cursed.

“Shit. . .” Jake said, “It’s Bob.”

Y/N pushed her way through the crowd and made it down the deck to the pool. Bob looked terrified in Geoc and Tank’s hold as Hermes was taunting him. She had been to enough frat parties to know what was going to happen. Hermes grabbed a random beer as Tank held Bob’s chin open. He dumped the alcohol into Bob’s mouth, not caring that he was fighting against the hold on his arms and choking. The crowd seemed to instigate the brutality even more as the three boys stripped Bob of his clothes.

“Adrian! Stop, just let him go!” Y/N pleaded.

“Oh look Floyd, you’re little girl friend is here. Hope you can swim!” Hermes yelled.

“Throw him in! Throw him in! Throw him in!” The crowd cheered. Bob was frozen in fear, only in his underwear and socks. He tried with all his might to push out of Tank and Geco’s arms, but it was no use as they pushed him into the deepest part of the pool. The crowd all cheered as Bob was tossed in, the boys high fiving each other.

“Help! Help me!”” Bob yelled as he started thrashing.

“Calm the fuck down Floyd,” Hermes spat.

“I can’t swim!” Bob felt his lungs starting to close up as he breathed in water. He frantically kicked his arms and legs, trying to keep himself up. The panic rose in his chest, and suddenly he felt like he was back in the lake as a child. He couldn’t see much other than blobs of people staring at him.

“Bob!” Y/N ran towards the edge of the pool. Hermes grabbed her waist to stop her, but she kneed him in the balls, “Burn in hell.” She spat at Hermes, before jumping into the pool.

Bob’s head started to spin as he felt his body being pulled under. He could feel the tears running down his face as fear had him in a vice grip. Y/N swam to him fast, and wrapped her arms around his chest.

“Calm down!” She yelled, worried that Bob was going to pull her under as well, “I got you, kick your legs with me.”

“I can’t!” Bob gasped out.

“You can,” Y/N grunted and wrapped her arms under his armpits. Jake had made his way down to the side of the pool, and knelt down. “Breathe, Bob, I got you.” Bob took a deep breath as Y/N reached the edge of the pool. Jake grabbed Bob’s arms and pulled him out of the water. The crowd around was shocked as Bob laid on his back, coughing up water. Y/N pushed herself out of the pool, and helped roll Bob on his side, so he didn’t choke. Bob let out a sob, as he pushed himself up to his hands and knees.

“We got you, Bob,” Jake said, rubbing his back. Y/N wasn’t sure what to say, brushed the wet locks of blonde hair out of his eyes.

“The bitch can’t swim!” Hermes chuckled.

“You could’ve killed him!” Y/N yelled at Hermes.

“Just pointing out the weak ones,” Hermes shrugged.

Y/N clenched her jaw and went to stand up, but Bob grabbed her wrist. She looked down at him and he shook his head. His chest was still heaving up and down, his blue eyes wet with tears. Y/N nodded and knelt back down next to him.

“Alright. . . EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!” Jake yelled and the crowd quickly dispersed. Jake was angry and looked down at Bob, who seemed to be doing a bit better, “I’m going to get a towel. You okay?” Bob nodded and Jake looked at Y/N, “Frost?”

“I will be,” Y/N said and Jake nodded, walking towards the house, “I’m so sor-”

“I’m sorry,” Bob said, “Your dress is ruined.”

“Are you really concerned about my dress?” She asked in disbelief, “Bob, you nearly died and you are worried about my dress.”

“Seems expensive,” Bob waited a moment, sitting down on his butt and running a hand through his hair, “Shit. . . my glasses.”

“Oh, I think they are at the bottom,” Y/N peered over the edge of the pool, and sure enough, his glasses were sitting at the bottom, “I can get-” He grabbed her wrist again to stop her.

“Why did you save me?”

“You needed-”

“No,” Bob shook his head, “Someone would’ve jumped in eventually when I went passive. But why did you save me?”

“Because. . . I like you Bob,” Y/N admitted, “A lot. And I should’ve done more to stop Adrian, and I am so sorry for what they did. This is going to be dealt with. They won’t get away with this, I plan on letting my-” Her words were cut off as Bob grabbed her face and kissed her. She froze for a split second, before kissing him back. Bob’s hand caressed her face as her hands went to the back of his neck. Their kiss was split up by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them.

“Well, excuse me for interrupting and saving my mentee from pneumonia,” Jake said, and handed Bob a towel, “You going to be okay, Floyd?”

“I don’t plan on going swimming anytime soon,” Bob said looking up at Jake and then at Y/N, “But yeah,” He grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together, “I’ll be okay.”

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echoing--stars · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 26: "Why did you save me?"

I actually held myself back with this one, it could've been so much worse.

No CWs for this snippet!

"Captain! There you are!"

It was Legend’s voice, and Warriors blinked as the room finally came into focus. There were hands on his, unlocking the manacles, undoing the chains, and pulling him up.

“Vet, how…” Warriors winced at the raspiness of his voice. He tried to cough to clear it, but his mouth was too dry for it to do any good.

Twilight and Wild came into the cell behind the veteran. The rancher held out his waterskin, and Legend grabbed it and passed it to Warriors. He took a few small sips, not wanting to overdo it by drinking too quickly.

“Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you, did they?” Legend was looking at him, expression softer than Warriors was used to. His concern was palpable, his hands hovering in between them as if unsure if he should reach out, whether Warriors would welcome the comfort.

Warriors shook his head. “I’m fine.” He paused and cleared his throat again. “But why did you save me? We need to find the sailor!”

He pushed the waterskin into Legend’s hands and stood. His legs shook, and he nearly tipped over when the room tilted around him. Twilight grabbed his arm and held him against his side.

“We already found him. He’s…” Wild hesitated and Warriors pushed Twilight away, uncaring at how the room spun around him. But Wild held up his hands, continuing quickly. “He’ll be fine! He was panicking, and the others stayed to help calm him down. We thought you could help.”

#whumptober2022 #no.26 #why did you save me #linked universe #fanfic #lu warriors #lu legend #worm writes

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serickswrites · 2 years

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Why

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee

“Why did you save me?” Whumpee shrieked at Caretaker.

Caretaker knew that Whumpee would be different, would be changed after all that they endured at the hands of Whumper. What they had not known was how angry Whumpee would be when they woke up in safety.

“How could I not, love?”

“LOVE? YOU STILL DARE TO CALL ME THAT?” Whumpee’s face contorted with rage. “YOU LEFT ME WITH WHUMPER. FOR WEEKS. WEEKS OF PAIN AND SUFFERING. AND I WAS ABOUT TO BE FREE. BUT YOU BROUGHT ME BACK. HOW COULD YOU.”

“Love, you were dying. I couldn’t let you die. Please, love.” Caretaker couldn’t finish. They couldn’t tell Whumpee how afraid they were that they wouldn’t be able to save Whumpee. That Whumper had finally done enough to kill them.

“YOU SHOULD HAVE. I WAS BETTER OFF DEAD.”

“Love, you don’t mean that. You can’t mean that. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Whumpee gave a bark of mirthless laughter. “Oh, but I do, Caretaker. I do. Whumper wouldn’t have let me live after everything they did to me. They were offering mercy. I am broken. Ruined.”

“But you are alive,” Caretaker whispered.

“And at what fucking cost?”

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw referenced captivity #tw referenced torture #hurt/aftermath #hurt/recovery #hurt/comfort #caretaker and whumpee #whumptober 2022 #whumptober day 26 #prompt: no one left behind #why did you save me #queue

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 2 years

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Whumptober #26: No One Left Behind

Option: “Why did you save me?”

“Why did you have to save me?” The whumpee rasped as the torturer sharpened their medical instrument.

“Research, my dear. Research.”

#whumptober #whumptober2022 #no.26 #ideas #writing #prompts #why did you save me #torture #medical torture #medical procedures #angst #whump #mutilations

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riflewounds · 2 years

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Whumptober, day 26 | No One Left Behind ("Why did you save me?")

He'd been left alone here. No food or water for a second day in a row and the pain gnawing at his legs and twisting his gut only grew with each passing hour. The ground was cold, too, but he was thankful he wasn't forced to keep sitting on that god-awful chair.

He barely slept at night. Shallow and short stays in the warm darkness, only about two hours at a time. He woke up - repeatedly - at boots passing by the door.

Rabid hounds of war, doing what their masters wanted of them, to rip and tear and torture.

Soft thumps down the hall. Muffled screams. Gunshots. Durant perked up, as much as his broken body would allow.

Many boots racing down the hall, hushed words speaking of an intruder, some lanky man with a gun.

Wait, is it--

"Left side, left side," came a muffled yell from the hall.

Durant counted two shots right after. Followed by a nice little burst from the two men close by the door. Three more shots. From further away. At least one hit because there was a piercing scream just outside the door. Followed by more panicked words he couldn't quite make out through the haze of pain.

Another shot, quick retaliation of several three-round bursts, and two more single shots from a different gun.

A rifle clattered to the ground. Faint gurgles just in the hallway.

Deathly silence. No barks of gunfire, just the buzzing in his head and some disgusting sinking feeling.

Could it be his boss? Maybe, but this didn't sound like him Precise, yes, maybe a little too much for the man himself. Did he hire someone? To soften up those contractor fuckers, so he can then sweep in and claim all the glory?

He would've laughed if not for the piercing pain in his ribs. Fuchs had the resources, he had people, it wouldn't be unlike him to hire some extra help for the job.

He could afford the extra bodies.

And he could afford to find a different loyal gun, puppy.

Different gunman to fill his place. Take over his role of the loyal bodyguard willing to sacrifice limb and life.

Even if the guy was a dick.

Durant couldn't hear a single sound aside from his quick ragged breaths. He'd grown a little accustomed to the pain, but his legs felt full of red-hot knives slicing away at his flesh.

He stilled once he heard those footsteps in the hallway. Light, so vastly different from the steel-toed boots that ran through the hall only minutes ago. No, these were loafers, a light blend of leather and vulcanized rubber. Tap, tap, tap, the sound was closing in, until the door handle moved and Durant stilled completely.

Either it's Fuchs, or someone else.

He blinked as the door swung open. Silver glint of a Beretta. Muzzle trained right at him, before it wavered and pointed towards the ground as the man's hands fell.

"Durant?"

He... came back for him...

"H-Hey," he rasped, breaking into a little cough at the sudden motion. Too deep of an exhale. His ribs still ached, stabbing pain clawing at his lung with every cough.

Broken ribs had nothing on two shattered femurs...

Fuchs slipped his gun away for the moment, taking long, hasty strides towards his gunman. "We don't have much time before the rest of those jack-booted fucks come down here."

Durant estimated they had ten minutes at most. Realistically, it's less. A lot less.

More like five minutes.

Fuchs kneeled beside him, took a pair of wire cutters to the zip ties binding the gunman's wrists. "Let's get out of here."

Two snips, and the pressure at his wrist was gone. Durant flexed his hands, splayed his palm, curled his fingers into a tight fist before he loosened them. But just as quickly as the pressure was relieved, Fuchs was already hooking his arm around the gunman, about to lift him up.

"No no no, wait, wa--"

Then the bones in his leg shifted and he screamed loud enough to wake the dead. That piercing, blood-curdling wail--

"Shut up!"

--he screamed until his lungs seized with lack of air.

"For fuck's sake just shut up!"

Followed by desperate lungfuls of that precious, precious air, cut shallow by his broken battered ribs, fingers curling against the floor and nails scratching away at whatever was under his hands.

Please god make it stop, make it stop, make it stop--

"Oh shit--"

Darkness blotted out his sight, drowned out every sound, his body was sagging into that painless warm void, but he was plucked out of those deep dark waters only moments later. Sweaty. Back against the bumpy ground, his entire body ached and throbbed and his guts were twisting into tight knots under the strain.

"Fuchs..."

Moist eyes, dry throat. He could only croak as he twisted on the ground.

His boss fell quiet, just looking at his gunman, unsure what to do next. Barely touching him, just lightly resting two fingers on Durant's shoulder.

"I took a couple guys with me, they're waiting outside." Fuchs spoke, considerably more gentle than only minutes ago, "I need you to stay quiet."

Quiet, huh? Durant wasn't sure it was even possible. "Then gimme drugs. Or knock me out. Please."

Desperate words, quiet urgency. This would go a lot smoother if he wasn't screaming with every little movement. Even now, even when he was lying completely still, Durant was only hairs away from screaming his lungs out. Words didn't come to him as easily as they usually did either, they came mangled and incoherent through the haze of pain. "My legs are fucked. Broken. Fuckers broke my legs."

"Yeah, I figured."

Then he could've-- he could've stopped sooner!

"And since you can't stand up, I'm gonna have to drag you."

Fine, fucking fine, "Just get on with it," Durant grumbled. Impatient, frustrated, anxious. Conflicting feelings mixing into some horrible painful mess. "You gonna give me something, or we goin' raw?"

"Raw."

God-- he swallowed. Every little bit of motion of his legs plunged him into throes of agony so intense he could no longer keep conscious.

Fuchs produced a single tie, he folded it in half twice, and brought it down to the gunman's chin. "Here, bite this."

And he did. Fuchs positioned it between Durant's teeth, and he bit down on it. It'd help, even if just a little.

"Alright."

White and orange hues of pain. It felt as if legs were being torn apart, pulled off his body like he was some insect.

Paralyzed. Eyes blown wide open, he was stiff as a board and his body tried to screech, yet breath halted in his throat, it wouldn't budge, nerves overloaded with this unspeakable agony.

He couldn't take it. Couldn't do it. As if rigor mortis had set in while he was still alive.

Durant could hear a word, quiet and mangled in the haze, a single "Finally" as the gunman slipped under.

#whumptober2022 #no.26 #no one left behind #why did you save me #OC #fic #a bunch of these whumptober entries are out of chronological order #but there is a storyline happening #i should make a masterlist with these in chronological order

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kursed-curtain · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 | Day 26

Separated | Rope Burns | “Why did you save me?”

Adjusting to this change was going to be... Difficult, No.1 anticipated.

Size was one factor. He didn't hate the outdoors, but for once he would like to fit more than just a head within the castle walls.

The tail and claws were new too - the tail being wild and clumsy, and the claws were a hazard to have out and about.

Someone bumped heads with him, interrupting his thoughts. He looked up at the source - oh, of course it was his other head. Absolutely splendid, as if this wasn't enough of a nightmare.

Due to the split caused by being a hydra, No.2 and Graham had nicknamed the heads No.1 and Ken respectively. Ken was a surprise - playful, curious, and cuddly. The heavily emotional side. No.1 took on every other trait - he was cynical and stoic, and he really didn't have time for this. At best, the split organized his thoughts into two neat compartments.

At least the hydra-ness was better than the other result - in his human body, but six feet under.

#whumptober 2022 #no.26 #why did you save me #kings quest #traditional art #fanart #character design #death #death mention #implied death #royal guard no2 #royal guard no1 #graham #hydra no1 au

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asamandra · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 - Day 26

No one left behind - “Why did you save me?”

Booker cursed silently when Nicky abruptly stopped the car. They were in a popular part of Munich, not far away from Hofbräuhaus when he stopped at the side of the street and just waited.

He looked from Nicky to Joe, who sat on the passenger’s seat, then to Nile - at his left - and Andy - at his right - and back.

Nile unbuckled, opened the door of the car and got out. Booker waited for a moment but neither of his team looked at him or said a word. So he unbuckled, too, and got out to stand beside Nile.

“Why did you save me?” he asked when she had closed the door and leaned against the car.

“You’re one of us, Booker,” she smiled. “And we don’t leave one of us behind.”

Technically Booker was still in exile but somehow he had managed to get in trouble with a group of hackers. They had managed to steal his identity and committed various online crimes. And Booker got arrested. He was sentenced to sixteen years in jail

But Copley had heard about it, had called Andy and she had said they would take care of it. And here they were after breaking him out on his way to a German prison and driving him through half of the country.

“But they’re still not talking to me,” he said.

Nile shrugged.

“You know, you’re still in exile for seventy-four years,” she said.

Booker nodded and sighed. He looked up at the sky, at the few stars he could see.

“Tell them thank you,” he said. “They’re not listening to me apparently.”

“They love you,” Nile said. “But they are also still mad at you.”

“Thank you for saving me,” he said then, made a step in her direction and hugged her. “And tell them I love and miss them. Guess we will meet again in seventy-four years.”

“Uhh,” Nile said and waggled her hand with a grin. “Maybe it’s not that long. Don’t tell them I said this, but they miss you, too.”

Booker grinned and moved his hand up to his lips where he pretended to lock his mouth and then throw the key away.

“See you soon, Book,” she said and went back into the car. And only a moment later Nicky drove all of them away.

#whumptober2022 #no.26 #why did you save me #the old guard #fic #sebastien le livre #booker #nile freeman

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garbria · 1 year

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Now that Cor is in Galahd, his troubles are only starting. Thankfully, he has a new ally in Nyx.

For whumptober 2022.

#whumptober2022 #no. 22 #no.26 #allergic reaction #why did you save me #fic #ffxv #cor leonis #nyx ulric #sentient plant #cor makes poor life choices #nyx is amused

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i-love-you-all · 1 year

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Whumptober 2022 Day 26

lightningstorm (neon/jett) can be read as just friends too up to you. But either way they’re there for each other.

~800 words, rope burns, tied up, escape

Neon was no longer sure if the stinging feeling from her arms was from the initial scrapes she took while sliding to get away, or if they were from the rope tied around her shoulders and torso. Her legs were bound as well, which had thwarted any escape attempts up until now, but at least the rope couldn’t rub away at her pants, so she was now just awkwardly hopping along in this dark hall without any sense of direction or where to go, and with the dull pain of her raw skin bumping and rubbing more against the rope constantly on her mind.

Shit.

The last time she saw a friend, she had been pushing Jett through a trapdoor, trying to get her and her injured leg up and through the ceiling so she could follow. Just as she got Jett through, she felt a cold hand wrap around her ankle and in one yank, she was falling from the ladder they had used to get up. Then she remembered running through this darkness, periodically running into walls and door frames in a desperate attempt to escape. But the screeching and growls of whatever was chasing her were stuck in her memory. Then, she remembered the floor tiles slipping out from under her and the pain from the unexpected slide she took just before slamming into a wall.

Yeah ok, so that collision explained why her knees still felt so sore, but it didn’t give her any clues on where she was, or where Jett was either. God, she hoped she made it to the portal in time.

In the distance, she heard the haunting growls of some of the creatures that had chased her at first. She ducked into a side hallway as she watched the shadowy creatures with red eyes floated by her, scanning and searching the hallway. She held her breath and willed it to move on. There was no one here. No one to sense, no one to capture. Calm footsteps followed. Neon watched as Fade, the newest agent to the protocol, took calm steps down the hall, casually following the creature while controlling its motions with a slight twist of her wrist. She had never truly met Fade or learned what she could do on the battlefield, so this was all new.

She had soo many questions for when they got back.

Slowly, so she didn’t trip and fall flat on her face, Neon continued to hop down the dark halls, trying to regain her senses on where she could possibly be. That was when it caught her eye. The unfinished tiling. A few of the white and teal squares were still scattered about from where she slipped on them and went careening into the wall. She carefully hopped towards the mess. Yes…. Yes!

She remembered this hallway. She remembered the turn and that room, and the window she leapt through. This was all coming back. And Fade was behind her. The path was clear! She was free!

Closer and closer, she hopped with more and more vigour until she felt someone slam into her side. Immediately, her arms felt like they lit on fire. One side of her took the brunt of her fall and both sides were pressed hard against the rope, reaggravating the rope burns that she had just started to keep out of her mind. But more than the pain, there was dread.

People who showed that they were capable of escaping weren’t often offered a jail cell twice. That’s what she heard Brimstone saying to Sova one day. When she asked Raze about it later, the older woman just gave her a sad look and explained. If you could get out of a cell once, you could do it again. So, most people would just…

“Neon! Are you ok?”

She opened her eyes and saw Jett staring back at her. “What are you doing here? I got you out!”

Jett looked around, and Neon remembered that they were not in a safe place right now. She lowered her voice again and asked, “What happened?”

“I… I couldn’t just leave. I couldn’t just leave you behind.”

“Why…” Neon squeezed her eyes closed “Why did you save me? That’s… it’s such a stupid thing to do.”

They sat in silence, which then got broken up by a few giggles from Jett. “You should’ve seen yourself jumping around. Let’s get you out of the rope and run.”

Neon waited patiently as she felt the knife poke around at the rope, trying to find a good point to dig in and slice at the binds. Bit by bit, she could feel it loosen, then fall apart completely. With her arms free, she gingerly prodded at her own skin, trying to assess the damage left behind by the rope. And, yep. It definitely hurt. But there would be time to worry about that later. Jett was pulling her onto her feet and started to lead her away.

“If we get out,” Jett whispered over her shoulder. “It’ll be together. Follow me.”

#whumptober 2022 #no.26 #no one left behind #rope burns #why did you save me #valorant #valorant fanfiction #valorant neon #valoroant jett #neon #jett #jett/neon #lightningstorm #my writing #tied up #escape

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fandom-life-chooses-the-follower · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Relic Hunter Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Sydney Fox, Nigel Bailey, Stewie Harper Additional Tags: Whumptober 2022, no.26: why did you save me, no.26: separated Series: Part 25 of Relic Hunter - Whumptober 2022 Summary:

Whumptober no. 26: "Why did you save me?" & Separated.

Sydney and Nigel escape with the relic and Stewie gets left behind.

“What about Stewie?”

Sydney rolled her eyes and sighed. Going back for Stewie would mean finding another way around the numerous guards and back into the manse they had only just made it out of. They hadn’t exactly been quiet about their getaway – Sydney and Nigel had the anklet of Koroibos but had definitely set off several alarms, and the guards would be alert. Still, leaving Stewie would remain on her conscience, even knowing that he’d certainly leave them if the tables were turned.

As she looked at the manor she considered the left side. There was a tree that they had dismissed earlier because it led to an occupied room. She started around the building, and stopped when she saw the tree, and stood in a shadow. Now that the lights were on they could see that the room was empty, and the tree would give them perfect access to the second floor. Sydney considered it for a moment and then hit Nigel’s arm to point it out.

Nigel sighed but nodded, and when she started off towards the tree, he followed.

Sydney climbed easily, the tree had plenty of limbs for them to grab, and the branches on the second floor were tolerant of their weight. Still, they went one at a time, with Sydney working to jimmy open the window. As the window began to slide open, Sydney grinned.

She slid inside effortlessly. The room was empty save for furniture which included a bed, side tables, and a dark fireplace. She heard Nigel as he fell through the window and shushed him.

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispered in response.

The two of them crept to the door soundlessly and stopped to listen for noise in the hallway. They shared a look and Sydney slowly opened the door. Clear. They stepped out of the room and started down the hallway in what they hoped to be the direction of the stairs. The last time they had seen Stewie he had been in the basement, staying behind to try to figure out how to grab as many artefacts as possible.

It was around the corner that they finally ran into two guards. Sydney took the first one by surprise and knocked him out quickly. The second had time to prepare and he and Sydney traded punches, and blocked kicks, with Sydney taking him out by flipping him.

The way clear they continued on through the hallways, meeting two more sets of guards that Sydney had to dispatch, until they heard voices. They inched cautiously forward until they came to a balustrade, and looked down to see that Stewie was flanked by two men in black, their arms bulging. Sydney could see the front door.

“You’re going to learn what happens to people who break into my house and steal my things,” a man who had to be Varnier hissed into Stewie’s ear.

“This is all just a misunderstanding,” Stewie said. “I was forced. And look,” he opened his hands, “I don’t have it.”

“You think you can fool me?” Varnier demanded. “I’ll teach you.” He turned his attention to the men behind Stewie. “Feed him to the dogs.”

“What? No. I’m sure we can come to some agreement,” Stewie stepped forward and was immediately grabbed by the two men, one on each arm. “I can find other relics for you! I have a lead on a necklace from the Phoenician period!”

Stewie’s pleas fell on deaf ears, as Varnier left the room. From somewhere under where Sydney and Nigel were situated came two more men.

Sydney frowned as she studied the room. Making a decision, she started halfway down the stairs and then leapt over them, landing between two of them. The ones holding Stewie let him go and pulled guns.

“Get ‘em!” came Stewie’s voice as she fought the two off. From the corner of her eye she saw Nigel jump one of the ones who had been holding Stewie from the bottom of the stairs. Relying on him to keep that one distracted she kept her focus on her two, aware that one more was around, and hoping he was being held there. The fight took longer than she would’ve liked, and she turned to see both Nigel and the man he’d taken on laying on the ground not moving. Her heart leapt to her throat. She didn’t feel any better seeing Stewie with a gun to his head, but it didn’t make her feel any worse either.

Sydney eyed them, trying to figure out how to get Stewie away from the gun. The best chance would be for Stewie to duck and push the gun away. As it was, Sydney was pretty sure Stewie wasn’t going to do that. They stood there for a moment at an impasse.

“Get back,” the man ordered. Sydney saw Nigel stir, and relaxed slightly. The situation was still tense, but at least Nigel was okay. Nigel looked around and took stock of the situation.

“Can’t you just let him go?” Sydney asked, keeping the guard’s attention on her and giving Nigel a chance to get up. “I know he’s a shmuck, but he really doesn’t deserve to die, does he? And dogs, so cliché.”

The man didn’t move, but Nigel did. He kicked out the guard’s knee and pulled at his arm. The gunshot seemed to miss Stewie entirely and Sydney leapt forward to help.

Eventually the situation was contained, and Sydney, Nigel, and Stewie were left standing in the foyer with the four men lying unconscious around them.

“You saved me,” Stewie said in wonder. “Why did you save me?”

Sydney was saved from answering by the sound of many footsteps coming their way.

“I think it’s time for us to go,” Nigel suggested. Sydney gave a nod, and they took their chances running out the front. The sound of barking dogs echoed somewhere behind them. The exhilaration of the hunt flowed through Sydney as she ran. She was excited to be able to present the anklet to the Museum in Athens as promised. And there was no way Stewie was taking credit this time.

#whumptober2022 #no.26 #why did you save me #separated #relic hunter #fic #sydney fox #nigel bailey #stewie harper

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