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𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 — 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒, 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇.
Patrol had been going relatively calmly which was never a good sign, it meant that either the bad guys were quietly planning something or something big was already on the way and had spooked them. So when he heard trouble nearby he was almost relieved about it in an odd way.
Grappling over and sliding down the fire escape, he assessed the situation that looked like three against one.
“I’d keep my distance if you wanna be able to have kids someday,” Roy joked to the other two, grinning a bit when he got their attention. “Hi,” he commented sarcastically before throwing a punch at the nearest one’s face.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. “𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌?” 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗍, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽, “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝗎𝗁?”
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍, 𝗉𝖺𝗅.” 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖾.
𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 — 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. “𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿?” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁.
They were tough, but he’d faced tough before. Roy held his own just fine.
Ma’am,” he greeted, tipping his hat towards her with a smile before turning and throwing a punch at one of the men. It landed hard against his jaw, something in the bone there cracking audibly. “That sounded like a few loose teeth…”
The archer pulled his bow with the kind of speed that came from years of practice, firing an arrow in the final attacker’s foot where he was trying to approach. He screamed, but was forced to stay put. Another arrow drawn, Roy shifted his aim to the man’s chest.
“You’d better stay still, or I may hit something important this time.” It was an empty threat—Roy wouldn’t kill him—but it would hopefully put the attacking to an end.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝖱𝗈𝗒’s 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍, “𝖠𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗐𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾!”
𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒, 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍. “𝖢𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽,” 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖱𝗈𝗒.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾… 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗒,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆. “𝖳𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗂𝗆—𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. “𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈. 𝖨… 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋.”
“Years of practice,” was how he always shrugged off that particular compliment. He was the best marksman in the world, but he didn’t always brag about it.
Roy looked her over—she was pretty, damn—for injuries. “You’re okay though?” He wasn’t sure how long they’d been harassing her before he stepped in.
Roy wasn't a fan of senseless bullying like she’d experienced tonight.
𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁. “𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖨’𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. “𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒… 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒.”
𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍. “𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅… 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐.”
𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 — 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽.
𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. “𝖸𝗈𝗎… 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝖾?” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾.
“𝖬𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒. “𝖨𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 — 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁.” 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋-𝗈𝖿-𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. “𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗉, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍…” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, “𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾. 𝖬𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽.”
Steven shrugged his shoulders, because offering to help had always been something he was happy to do. Though he supposed she was right in regard to saying he couldn’t actually help her find her way home, given he and Marc were merely just human now - and she was very much not. “Well if I can help…I have a flat. It’s a bit messy but if you need a place to rest,” he suggested.
He frowned at her words, knowing all too well how that felt. Maybe that was why he was so eager to help. “Even if I can’t help you find your way home again. I’ll at least try to make it your stay here as comfortable as possible.”
𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇. 𝖥𝖺𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒. 𝖯𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗎𝗉, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗓𝗓𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽.
𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗅𝖾. “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎… 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖥𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 — 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗌. “𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖫𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒, “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾? 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?” 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍. “𝖨𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌…𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗒. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾.” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.
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𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 — 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒, 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇.
Patrol had been going relatively calmly which was never a good sign, it meant that either the bad guys were quietly planning something or something big was already on the way and had spooked them. So when he heard trouble nearby he was almost relieved about it in an odd way.
Grappling over and sliding down the fire escape, he assessed the situation that looked like three against one.
“I’d keep my distance if you wanna be able to have kids someday,” Roy joked to the other two, grinning a bit when he got their attention. “Hi,” he commented sarcastically before throwing a punch at the nearest one’s face.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. “𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌?” 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗍, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽, “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝗎𝗁?”
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍, 𝗉𝖺𝗅.” 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖾.
𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 — 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. “𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿?” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁.
They were tough, but he’d faced tough before. Roy held his own just fine.
Ma’am,” he greeted, tipping his hat towards her with a smile before turning and throwing a punch at one of the men. It landed hard against his jaw, something in the bone there cracking audibly. “That sounded like a few loose teeth…”
The archer pulled his bow with the kind of speed that came from years of practice, firing an arrow in the final attacker’s foot where he was trying to approach. He screamed, but was forced to stay put. Another arrow drawn, Roy shifted his aim to the man’s chest.
“You’d better stay still, or I may hit something important this time.” It was an empty threat—Roy wouldn’t kill him—but it would hopefully put the attacking to an end.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝖱𝗈𝗒’s 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍, “𝖠𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗐𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾!”
𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒, 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍. “𝖢𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽,” 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖱𝗈𝗒.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾… 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗒,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆. “𝖳𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗂𝗆—𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. “𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈. 𝖨… 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋.”
𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺’𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 — 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗇-𝖫𝖺, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌.
𝖭𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗄. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 — 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖦𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉. “𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆’𝗌 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽.
𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 — 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 — 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍. “𝖸𝗈𝗎… 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝗐. “𝖨 𝗈𝗐𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌. 𝖬𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺.” 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿𝗅𝗒. “𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 — 𝗍𝗈 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗇-𝖫𝖺. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒… 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.”
“Oh please don’t be dead,” Steven said, his voice shaky as he eyed the other. “That would be two tonight,” he added as he surveyed the being he held in his arms, hoping to see some sign of life. He let out a sigh of relief when the woman spoke, glad she seemed to be alive - even if not fully conscious yet. Steven’s brows furrowed as he listened so what she said. He knew she wasn’t speaking to him; but he couldn’t help but wonder if she had her own version of Khonshu or a Marc. He really hoped it was the latter - for both of their sakes.
Steven jumped as the others eyes shot open, though he was glad to know she hadn’t fallen into some sort of coma. He watched in fascination; eyes wide and brows arched, as the other began to change in appearance. If they weren’t in the circumstance they were currently in; him and Marc running from a crime scene and her seemingly unwell - boy would he have a lot of questions for her. “I-…nah, I wouldn’t quite say that. I only caught you from falling into the ground.” Though he didn’t know anything about her and maybe where she came from pavement was deadly. ‘Wouldn’t that be something,’ he thought to himself.
“I-…I’m Steven. I’m sorry about your home. I’m actually not quite sure where that is but maybe we-…” Steven began, stopping himself for a moment before clearing his throat and continuing. “I mean me. I-…I could help you find it again.”
𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 — 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽.
𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. “𝖸𝗈𝗎… 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝖾?” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾.
“𝖬𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒. “𝖨𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 — 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁.” 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋-𝗈𝖿-𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. “𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗉, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍…” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, “𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾. 𝖬𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽.”
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𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 — 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒, 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇.
Patrol had been going relatively calmly which was never a good sign, it meant that either the bad guys were quietly planning something or something big was already on the way and had spooked them. So when he heard trouble nearby he was almost relieved about it in an odd way.
Grappling over and sliding down the fire escape, he assessed the situation that looked like three against one.
“I’d keep my distance if you wanna be able to have kids someday,” Roy joked to the other two, grinning a bit when he got their attention. “Hi,” he commented sarcastically before throwing a punch at the nearest one’s face.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. “𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌?” 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗍, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽, “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝗎𝗁?”
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍, 𝗉𝖺𝗅.” 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖾.
𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 — 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. “𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿?” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁.
𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. “𝖫𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇… 𝖤𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽…” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾. “𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁?”
𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. “𝖭𝗈, 𝗇𝗈… 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇…” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. “𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗌—𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾…” 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. “𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗇-𝖫𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉.”
𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆. “𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇… 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 — 𝗈𝗋 𝖩𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. “𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾… 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗍?” 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋.
Marc took notice of the others stance and the way she spoke. Honestly, it reminded him of how he felt upon waking up in the limo. Confused and frustrated. Though he couldn’t find the words that might comfort her, because honestly what was there to say. He had no idea what she was going on about, other than trying to find a way home. Something he preferred to run away from.
He wasn’t sure why he had thought this was something he should handle. So after a moment, he let Stephen take the steering wheel and surprisingly no smart ass remarks came from the other before everything around him went black.
Stephen’s lips turned down into a frown as he listened to the woman speak. “Is there a reason you can’t-…” he began, eyes widening as he watched the other seemingly lose her balance. He attempted to reach out, stopping her before she hit the ground. “He-…Hello, are you alright?” he asked, his eyes glancing around nervously.
𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺’𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 — 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗇-𝖫𝖺, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌.
𝖭𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗄. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 — 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖦𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉. “𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆’𝗌 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽.
𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 — 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 — 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍. “𝖸𝗈𝗎… 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝗐. “𝖨 𝗈𝗐𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌. 𝖬𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺.” 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿𝗅𝗒. “𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 — 𝗍𝗈 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗇-𝖫𝖺. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒… 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.”
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 . ( a collection of texting prompts. feel free to change phrasing. potentially mature content within. )
[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?
[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?
[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.
[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.
[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.
[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.
[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?
[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.
[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.
[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?
[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.
[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...
[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?
[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.
[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?
[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.
[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.
[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?
[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?
[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.
[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.
[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?
[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.
[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.
[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.
[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.
[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?
[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.
[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?
[ TXT ] : come to the front door.
[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?
[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?
[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.
[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.
[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.
[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?
[ TXT ] : who is this?
[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?
[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.
[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.
[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.
[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.
[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.
[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?
[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.
[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?
[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.
[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.
[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?
[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.
[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.
[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.
[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?
[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?
[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.
[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??
[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.
[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?
[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?
[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?
[ TXT ] : you need MY help?
[ TXT ] : stop texting me.
[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.
[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?
[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?
[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.
[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?
[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?
[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?
[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.
[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.
[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.
[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.
[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?
[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.
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𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 — 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒, 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇.
𝖠 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗎𝗉, 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 spoiled food.
𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝖽𝖺𝗓𝖾𝖽. “𝖭𝗈… 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗇-𝖫𝖺,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿. “𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾…” 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖦𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗌’ 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐—𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖥𝗋𝖾𝖾, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍. 𝖲𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐… 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.
𝖥𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. “𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎?” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗒. “𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗆 𝖨? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌?”
Marc’s hands gripped into fists by his side as the person came into view. Well maybe person was a bit of a stretch, they seemed human-like though - aside from the silver skin. Noticing the other step back and Steven echoing inside his mind telling him to ask questions first before throwing hands, Marc did his best to relax his posture. “Ste-…” the British voice began to slip past his lips before he stopped him. “Probably best I handle this one, buddy,” he whispered to his counterpart as he closed the distance between himself and the other.
Steven rolled his eyes, though he knew he should be used to this game by now. ‘Just so y’ know. I’m not going far. So, let’s try not to add another body to our count tonight, ya?’ he told Marc before going silent. For the moment. “I’m Jason,” Marc lied, not feeling too comfortable divulging personal information to an entity he just met. “And we’re just outside of London, England,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he surveyed the other. “On Earth. I take it you aren’t from here?”
𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. “𝖫𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇… 𝖤𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽…” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾. “𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁?”
𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. “𝖭𝗈, 𝗇𝗈… 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇…” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. “𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗌—𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾…” 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. “𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗇-𝖫𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉.”
𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆. “𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇… 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 — 𝗈𝗋 𝖩𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. “𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾… 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗍?” 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋.
It Happened One Night (1934) dir. Frank Capra
Your planet is now marked for death. Your world will be consumed by the Devourer. There is nothing you can do to stop him. For he is a universal force, as essential as the stars. Hold your loved ones close, and speak the words you've been afraid to speak. Use this time to rejoice and celebrate, for your time is short.
The Fantastic Four: First Steps (2025) dir. Matt Shakman
Julia Garner
