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The Retrieval Team-7The Retrieval Team-7
The rattling of the vehicle could not have felt terribly good against the pale girl who had been bundled and pressed up against one of the windows.
Whether they meant to or not, the teens had slid as far away from her as possible. Phaedra had forbidden anyone to touch her bare skin. After seeing what the girl had done to the snake, maybe it was for the best…
“If Thanatos was her dad,” began Mae. The girl stirred briefly. “Wouldn’t she have a mother as well?”
“Maybe her mother died,” suggested Meredith. The spunky redhead’s eyes narrowed as she gazed at the forlorn looking creature in the back seat.
“Maybe she killed her,” said Max.
The entire car went silent.
“Way to brighten things up, Maxxie,” drawled Alex sarcastically.
She shrugged slightly apologetic.
“What?” she asked. “We were all thinking it…”
60. Rejection60. Rejection
Decie combed back her platinum bob and smiled falsely at the waiter across the room. Her mission? Get a keycard from one of the staff and get through the door on the third floor. Hopefully, Agent Jackson’s intel would be useful. Otherwise, she would have owrds with him unless she never made it back. That was also a possibility.
“Babe, tell them about the trip to Jamaica,” laughed Jason. He was playing his part well, thought Decie, while she noticed the people surrounding them, turn their attention to her. Acting bored wasn’t hard to do. Swirling the edges of her bob around her fingers and chewing her lip, Decie sighed.
“What, da’ling?” she asked, using her Americanized accent.
“Nevermind,” sighed Jason, returning to his conversation.
“Excuse me, da’ling,” interrupted Decie, leaving the table. Drifting closer to the waiter, she smiled flirtatiously and slipped past him.
The Darkness Pressing In-part 13. Dark
Hlynn watched the light of the fire dim. She was the last one to be stuck beside the dying fire. Most of the children and teens had left to their cabins or begun playing Frisbee by the lake. She shook her head violently as a sudden buzzing in her ears sounded. It was disorienting to have so many things surrounding her. The dying firelight made her Epilepsy bracelet glint, reminding her of what used to happen whenever sunlight hit her eyes wrong. She had not felt this sick since the day of her last attack. Scowling in the darkness, Hlynn watched the bracelet which had been kept on merely as a reminder of her old life. She hadn’t really liked the bracelet while she had been suffering from her illness but it calmed her now to remember back in the days when she hadn’t been a huntress. The buzzing in her brain continued. Frowning darkly, Hlynn rose to her feet only to see everything swim in front of her eyes. She could feel the familiar feeling of her Epileptic att
the one where she almost succeeds3. Light
Mae squinted into the darkness of the room and felt the hairs on her neck rise with the growing apprehension that she was going to not like whatever was down there. Her bow and arrows seemed useless if she couldn’t see. Her fingers tightened around the hilt of the bow as she took a hesitant step forward. A vine snaked its way up the stairs, making a slithering noise. Mae picked up almost instantly on the noise but could not determine where it was coming from until too late. She let out a small squeal as it wrapped around her ankle and jerked her down quickly into the darkness. She plunged her hand outwards as a bright shaft of light lit up the small basement. Her eyes widened.
Maybe making it light wasn’t the best solution…
A towering thing hissed and lunged at her. The brief stint of sunlight that she had wielded faded until she was cast into an even greater darkness.
But that thing could still see. Again, she felt her palms burn with the
The Retrieval Team-6The Retrieval Team-6
“The ground stopped shaking,” said Meredith.
“No, duh,” replied Mae, her nerves making her a pain in the butt.
“Mae,” said Phaedra, her voice oddly still and quiet.
“Yeah?” she replied, turning her attention to the window. The stillness outside scared her to death. What was going on?
“Don’t turn around, just duck,” she said.
Mae ducked and rolled to the side while something heavy struck the floor where she just was. The room spun with the swirling candlelight and the flashing of the demigods weapons. What looked like a thick snake swirled its gruesome head around and slammed into Mae’s mid-section. The air was knocked out of her, but Max leapt upon the thing’s neck and shoved her plumbata roughly downward through its neck. It lit the room with a scream and thrashed itself around, successfully throwing Max off into the wall. Alex and Giovanni began strik
It was supposed to be fun. That’s what the Hephaestus kids had said.
Mae was going to have some words with Addison about what he considered “fun” when she got out-if she ever got out.
The haunted house was beyond creepy. It was like having the Stoll twins all over the place. Already, the largest spider that Mae had ever seen had dropped from the ceiling, scaring her into the point of frenzy. She was fairly certain that the Hephaestus kids weren’t going to like her slashing a huge gash into the spider’s leg.
Her foot stepped onto a trick panel, shoving her violently forward. She was startled by a loud scream until she realized that it issued out of her own mouth. A fairly brisk breeze tossed her long braids behind her while she fell.
Mae hit the water before she could cry out for the second time. The haunted house must have had some sort of sensor to what people hated and built itself around the person
The Brooklyn Patrol“Pocket the darn thing and let’s go,” ordered Julia.
Her nerves were getting the best of her as she glanced around the abandoned alley way.
Michael reached down to touch the amulet again.
It scared her that there had been more attacks recently on people. The Nome could only do so much. Apparently, protecting innocent bystanders was not one of them.
“I don’t think that the Nome is protecting the citizens very well,” complained Julia, twisting the snake piercings with her tongue.
Michael flashed her a look, and she remembered with a guilty start that Michael’s father worked for the House of Life.
“Why are there so many more attacks?” asked Alyssa, coming from behind the trashcans where she had been investigating. The trail of blood snaked all through the alleyway, leaving a gruesome scene.
For once, Julia was not glad to be on the team of patrol.
The House of Life had been nearly
TKOTKO- Justin Timberlake
Blood pounded through her system as she punched the bag. Some things didn’t even need magic to heal or destroy. Eshe punched the bag with another vicious blow. She knew that she was being dramatic, but it really hurt.
It really did.
Watching him flirt with that other girl was driving her crazy. Wherever she went, it was like Zia knew that she would be there. She was cold at first at Carter, and Eshe had hope that he would get over her. During the war, they had become closer as they fought alongside each other-had each other’s backs, protected each other.
Wiping the sweat from her nose with her sweaty fist, Eshe grimaced as the bandaging on her knuckles began peeling off from the massive amount of sweat that was piling up underneath the white stitching. A sudden flash of the two holding hands as they walked to that coffee shop where Ollie worked came to Eshe’s mind. She could only see red.
It wasn’t like
Mae dropped the vase. Cursing the shattered pieces, she knelt down and noticed the edge of a box hidden underneath the table. Curious, she tugged at the box only to discover a thick bundle of papers and photos stacked inside. Mae unraveled the thread holding them together and watched a bunch of handwritten notes tumble loosely onto her lap.
“What the-?” she began. A faded picture hit her lap.
Picking it up tenderly, Mae peered closer. It surprised her to see her mother genuinely happy while standing next to a tall man with ray bans on top of his head. His smile combined with her mother’s was blinding. Glancing at her father, Mae could not see where she got any of his features. If anyone had seen Mae and her father together, they never would have guessed that they were related-except for maybe her nose…
A deep well of sadness filled her chest. Her mother had never smiled at her like that…
After reading a few of
Dark!America x Mute!Reader - Together RQ
Alfred was never the same after that accident from a few years ago. I had to witness it as it happened. It almost put me in the hospital but im glad to be alive but I had to pay a small price for it. I lost my voice.
Losing my voice was the hardest for me for a few weeks. I had to learn sign language to communicate with people; if they knew it that is. I couldn’t talk again after I finally was ready to go into voice acting. it hurt to say or send a message to the people about how I couldn’t talk.
They laughed at me and never contacted me again. I had tears in my eyes knowing I could not achieve my dream.
Rolling in bed I look out the window seeing it was raining. Alfred must have done something to make the weather be like this.
Sighing I get up from bed rubbing my throat wondering what would happen if my voice came back. It’s been years but I can always wish. Right?
Stretching from being awoken by the rain pelting on the window you got off your bed
Geek x Pervert?! France x WaitressReader
Your family had owned the café for years and once you got out of school you started your shift. You slung your messenger bag over your body and quickly sped out of the classroom, trying to get as far from the perverts as is humanly possibly, running around the bloody place you looked like Usain Bolt! In all honesty, you thought of yourself as a super hero, geek by day, waitress by night! And yes, you wore things like glasses just to keep your face hidden from the public eye. You hid yourself from mainly the male species, but kept yourself a whole 200 ft away from one male in particular.
Francis Bonnefoy. Or what you liked to call him, the annoying French pervert; AFP for short .
He was well known amongst your school, particularly the female crowd. With long, golden blonde hair and glorious blue eyes, and that 'to die' for sexy accent, who wouldn't fall for him?
Every other girl may of fallen for his so-called 'charms', but you were a different story. Countless of gi
Don't delete my numberDon't delete my number.
I want you to keep it for as long as you can.
Until looking at it as you scroll down in your contacts becomes too unbearable.
Until it hurts in places you never knew you had.
Until you internally bleed and your skin bruises deep purple and blue.
I don't know how long it will take you—maybe tomorrow, next month, or next year.
But when you have finally had enough and go to delete it forever, text me first just to tell me so.
Don't give me time to reply, just press send and delete.
Because only then will you know just how I felt when I deleted yours.
Don't reply to this Facebook message.
Even if you do, I won't be able to receive it because you'll be long blocked by then.
What you don't understand is that I must do this.
I have to keep pushing you away because it's the only thing I know how to do.
This kind of pain is the only thing I can feel sometimes.
And I'm beginning to like it.
But don't worry. Please, don't worry.
:Idiot: Abridged! Marik x Reader
"I'm not gay!" Marik screamed out in frustration.
"and I'm the Queen of England." Bakura said with sarcasm. "I'm being serious Bakura, I'm NOT gay!" Marik yelled. You sighed. They've been going at it for days.
Bakura would say something rude to Marik, Marik would get offended, then this would all lead to Marik being gay. Though Marik would detest all of it.
You shook your head. They were acting childish and it annoyed you to no end. Not to mention the three of you were supposed to plot out the Pharaoh's demise. You frowned. Why did you put up with this in the first place?
Oh, know you remember, it's because of....your crush.
No, not Bakura. It's Marik...Surprising, huh?
Yes, Marik is your crush. Ever since you've encountered him in an alley way, you just finished dueling one of his rare hunters and you won. He liked your skills and decided that you could be one of his alleys. Though, half of you regretted it.
He was immature and loud..
In The Rain Part 2 England x Reader
You and Arthur had talked to each other like there was no tomorrow; it was like you two had known each other for years and were merely knitting back your friendship. But in reality, you had only just met Arthur and he you. It had happened to be raining today and certain events had happened, before you knew it one thing led to another and you ended up here, on a tram to Covent Garden with a handsome, blonde gent named Arthur Kirkland.
The rain outside was still going on and was hitting the windows of tram with all of it's might, but your eyes were focused on the blonde male next to you. The heat of the tram had made your hair now only slightly damp and had made you much warmer resulting in giving Arthur his blazer jacket back after some arguing. After 15 minutes of talking, the tram began to slow down and once you saw the many Christmas lights you immediately knew that you were at Covent Garden. Arthur had took note of the area and stood up with one had on the rail and the other by his
Know the differenceIf he asked her to bleed she would say
How deep do you want the cut?
That's not love, darling.
The Power of the Light part 2Chapter 2: Arendelle
Wing ran down the steps as fast as she could, heading deeper into the ruins.
“SLY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” called out Wing.
No answer. Wing started to get even more worried by the minute. She soon made it to the bottom of the steps when she stopped as step foots where heard coming towards her.
On the ground was a heart marking with wings on the side and a crown above it. Wing noticed the shadows as the person came into her view.
“Sly,” whispered Wing.
Sly seemed to have heard her as he turned his head towards her, still in the trance like state. Wing looked concerned when she noticed this.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Wing.
Sly just give her a small smile before kneeing down to the symbol. He put his hand on it and it suddenly glowed. Wing shielded her eyes as she watched Sly stand up. The symbol then opened, reveling to be a gate. Sly appeared to be floating down, much to Wing’s shock and horror.
Silver x Reader: BrokenAuthor's note: so there's a bit of cussing in here, considering, well, Silver is kind of... abrasive. So if you don't like bad words, I don't recommend reading.
“Go away,” I grumbled. I didn’t need to look up to know it was Silver.
I’d never brushed him off like that before. Usually I was the epitome of kindness to him, because I knew that beneath his rough, mean exterior, there was a good guy inside. Nonetheless, my tone surprised him.
“Get up, weakling.” Leave it to Silver to cut right to the chase. “I’ve been training. Let’s battle.”
I looked up. His face was grim and determined, as usual.
“Can’t you tell I’m not in the mood?” I pulled at the grass and blinked back tears. I couldn’t let Silver, of all people, see me crying. He’d just have another reason to call me weak.
“You think I fucking care if you’re in the mood? C’mon. Get up and battle me.”
Return of the scientists ch5"Lalna..." Lalna stood up in his cell.
"It hurts.... EVERYTHING HURTS" Strippin broke out crying and screaming.
"EVERYTHING'S BURNING EVERYTHING STINGS!!!" His boney fingers clawed into his arms and face. He began to pull at his hair as he kept on screaming for help and mercy. He looked at Lalna with red and puffy eyes. His body twitched uncontrollably
"You s-said everything was g-going to be a-alright... " Strippin sat there in his cell, against the back wall, staring at Lalna, as his last screams escaped him. Lalna reached out of his cell and grabbed the back of Livid's coat. He took his other hand and turned Livid's face to meet his own.
"You've killed two people, my friends, right in front of my eyes. When I get out, I promise to kill you." Lalna pulled him closer and banged his head against the bars.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you..." Lalna let go of Livid's labcoat and moved back as one of the giant dogs tried to make it's way into his cage.
"There, no more problems. Now,
Claudia wrinkled her nose.
"Jami," she began.
The two had gone to a very nice restaurant in order to celebrate two years of being together.
"Maybe," Jamison replied innocently He kept his blue eyes averted as he cut his teak. There was a long pause. Jamison finally got the courage to look up. Claudia had forgone eating and was currently glaring at him. She cleared her throat.
"Jamison, I don't seem to recall ordering your least favorite food on our two year anniversary."
He gave her a cheeky grin.
"Just keep digging around," he said. "I bet you'll find something you'll like."
Claudia harrumphed loudly and took a drink of water.
"I really doubt that," she muttered rebelliously. Jami waited patiently while he sipped his wine. When he heard a faint squeak, he glanced up. Claudia's hands had flown over her mouth as she stared down at the plate.
"What is it, babe?" asked Jamison, feigning surprise.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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