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“Samantha Carpenter!” The group stops walking. Sam feels her blood grow cold. She doesn't recognize the voice, but she can’t lie and say it doesn’t cause a chill to run through her veins. A man with wild eyes stalks towards them. Sam frowns, and Danny takes a step forward.
“You don’t deserve to be free,” the man says through his teeth, “you killed all those people.”
Danny frowns. “Hey man, back off.”
The man looks at Danny as if he were crazy. “You know what she is. She’s a murderer.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The Evil Queen and Maleficent sit on their makeshift thrones.
Evie’s hand trembles. Mal grabs the closed one. “We don’t have to do this.”
Evie shakes her head. She takes a deep breath. “Yes, I do. I don’t want to be scared anymore.” She steps forward. “Mother.” There is a small tremble in her voice, even though Evie tried to disguise it with false bravery.
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Regina knows she has hurt people, has hurt Janis so much. The thought of that makes her feel disgusted with herself. Before, she didn’t think about it, she just did. But now, it’s all she thinks about.
Regina stares at her food. Nothing looks appetizing. She looks at her parents and Kylie. No one is watching her. Regina places her napkin on her untouched plate. She grabs it and tosses it. She walks to her room.
For a second, she feels guiltless. She can feel her own atonement.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You! You’re Supergirl! And you never told me!” Lena said through her teeth, but Kara just stared back at her. “What? No excuse?”
“I’m not Supergirl,” Kara responded, her voice just a whisper. “Why would you think that?”
Lena stared at her, looked into her eyes, and just saw the confusion. Kara looked so lost, and Lena felt horrible for causing that, but now she just wanted answers.
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She opens Tara’s door. She smiles, seeing the young girl asleep on her bed. She is curled up, her arms wrapped around a stuffed rabbit. Her mouth makes a whistling sound as she dreams. Sidney leans against the door frame, hoping that she is having good dreams. She wants the young girl to find happiness in her life. She closes the door as quietly as she can and looks to the next door.
Light shines through the bottom of Sam’s door. Sidney lets out a small sigh. She knows that Sam has been struggling. With trusting her. And dealing with what her mother did to her. Sidney can only guess the pain Sam is in, her own mother trying to kill her for something that isn’t her fault.
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Evie looks at the bruises that cover her arms. “Do, do you think I’ll ever forget this?”
Mal looks at her with sympathy. She knows how it feels, her mother having tormented her whole life. She knows how her mother’s words cut. But she never had to deal with her mother’s words, the Evil Queen's expectations, Cruella di Vil’s crazy and Jafar’s demands at the same time.
Mal shakes her head. “I don’t think so. But I think it can be something that doesn't bring you so much pain.”
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“Everything okay?” Carina asks, not liking how dejected the other woman looks.
Maya nods. She shoves her phone into her back pocket. “Y-yeah. That, my dad, he just wants to know what time I’ll be home.” Maya’s shoulders tighten. The small light in her eyes dim. “He worries about me. He wants me back in forty minutes.”
“What happens if you’re not back by then?” Carina asks, worried about what the answer will be.
“The shed is comfy,” she responds, not realizing what she said.
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Stark Industries is holding a Charity Gala. Natasha doesn’t want to go. She wants to have a quiet night in with her little girl. But given that she’s an Avenger, her attendance is mandatory. It was a yearly event, and usually she didn’t mind going. But it was different that year. She had a little girl to look after.
Given that it’s a mandatory Avenger’s event, there won’t be anyone who will be able to watch Wanda. So the little girl will also be attending the Gala.
Natasha is wearing a tight, beautiful red dress. Wanda is wearing a looser, beautiful red dress. The little girl was excited to look like her mama.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
You’re a murderer, Nancy Wheeler.
Nancy’s finger twitches against the gun. The flashlight flickers.
I’m dead because of you.
She hears Barb. Tears fill her eyes, as the guilt starts to suffocate her. She turns, but there is no one there. “Barb,” Nancy breaths out. Her heart tightens in her chest.
I Know You Can't Remember How to Shine: Where Is the real me? (i’m lost and it kills me)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Trini disappeared the night of the bonfire. Taken by Rita. Not to be seen for six months. In Rita's hands to do whatever she pleased to the yellow ranger.
When the rangers see their friend, they come face to face with someone they don't recognize anymore. Someone broken. And they have to do whatever they can to bring her back from the horrors she endured in the hands of Rita Repulsa.
I’ve been numb, just give me something with some feeling
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Carmen walks in. She takes one look at Tory. She walks to the girl and places a hand on her forehead. “You are burning up,” she says, looking at Tory with concern.
Tory shakes her head. “‘M fine,” she slurs. Tory stands. She stops, feeling the world spin around her. She sees the concerned looks on the other’s faces, before the world goes dark.
