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is forsaken echos chapter 3 not published or just not on the blog? or am i not very smart an missed it 3 times.
OOP- okay, so this is my bad T-T Chapter three IS as a matter of fact, published! I just never actually posted it onto tumblr. Again, this is my bad! I just forgot! If you want to read the third chapter then you can just hop onto the ao3 link!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Melanie jumped as Jubilee came zipping out of the kitchen, not hesitating to wrap the man who’d walked through the front door in a bear hug.
“You jerk, the Professor said you were supposed to be back by this morning!” Jubilee scolded, but the beaming smile she wore dulled any edge. “Welcome home.”
Melanie heard muffled footsteps as others came out to greet the returning X-Man; Ororo, Rogue, Scott, Jean. But she stayed still. Her feet, rooted to the floor, couldn’t obey the command to move with the herd and say hello. Her skin rippled in goosebumps, and her hair stood on end. She shifted, concealing herself behind the others, eyes fixed on this new face, narrowed and focused.
Melanie watched the stranger, with his messy, dark hair, deft hands, and striking eyes. Red on black. She felt as though she was watching the greatest hits of every smooth-talking criminal and con man she’d ever met given flesh. His hands were fast, their movements smooth, and never idle. He shifted on his feet, and as soon as he’d walked through the front door, he’d turned so his back wasn’t against any entrance. His smile slid over his lips as easy as anything, and she felt her stomach turn at the sight of it. Melanie was inclined to mimic his movement, though instead of being wary of any doorways, she moved so that she would always be able to see him.
“Well, ain’t dis quite de welcome home party!” Gambit laughed, his thick Cajun accent spilling over the air like honey. “Sorry for de wait, petite, ol’ Gambit had himself a little traffic on de way home.” He returned Jubilee’s hug, shooting her a sly wink.
“You have arrived at the perfect time, Gambit,” Ororo said with a smile. “I shall prepare another plate for dinner this evening.”
“Mais, de Gambit really do have de best timing, non? He come home just in time for some ‘o ya first class cookin’, Roro. Ain’t that a kick.” He chuckled.
Melanie slipped from shadow to shadow behind her peers, eyes trained on the mysterious thief. No charming smile thrown her way yet, no cunning words. She remembered the men who used to work Times Square, fleecing people out of their wallets and watches and bracelets with a wink and their sleight of hand skills. She could still smell the cologne of the man who tried to seduce her in a bar, thinking she wouldn’t notice his hand slipping into her bag. He’d left with two less teeth. No honor among thieves. Never.
Gambit had just finished giving Scott a hard time when the de facto leader had scolded him for being late without letting them know–“Aw, c’mon, Scotty, y’know a rambling man like Gambit do t’ings in his own time!”–when he turned unexpectedly.
Melanie was caught.
She froze mid-stride, a sudden silence blooming between her and the Cajun. He stared at her, those hellfire eyes of his widening as thick brows shot up in surprise. There was a heartbeat more of quiet, until his lips twitched up into the sort of smile Melanie had only seen on people trying something they didn’t know they already liked.
Her heart plummeted into her brand-new boots.
“Well, what have we here?” Gambit said with that easy grin. He sauntered over to Melanie before glancing at the others. “Y’all ain’t tell Gambit we got such a fine lady visitin’ chez Xavier. Comment ça va, cherie?”
Melanie’s heart jackhammered in her chest, her eyes wide as saucers. She stammered for a response. It felt like her clothes were trying to suffocate her, her face burning hot under her makeup.
Gambit soon softened, his charming grin shifting to one much softer. “De name is Gambit, mon ami,” He said warmly, holding out a hand to shake. “Can he trouble you for your name now?”
All at once, Melanie managed to suck in a breath, shaking herself out of her frozen terror. “Melanie,” She managed finally. “S-sorry, I didn’t—”
“Melanie is new here, Gambit,” Jean said sharply. “She’s still figuring things out. Maybe you two ought to do this later. After dinner.” Jean’s eyes narrowed. She looked Gambit up and down, gaze hard and unyielding.
Gambit backed up, his arms raised in surrender.
“Of course, madame. Didn’t mean no harm, honest.” He turned back to Melanie with a grin. “Je suis desolée, mon ami. Didn’t mean t’be causin’ no trouble.”
He stepped to the side, gesturing grandly for Melanie to go past him. “Go ahead now, petite, enjoy ya dinner. Ororo’s cookin’ is ta die for.”
Melanie skittered past him so fast she heard the wind of herself ruffle his long trench coat. She quickly sequestered herself in the kitchen booth, her heart slowly coming down from its kick-drum pace in her chest.
Jubilee slid in next to her with a sigh, propping her elbow up onto the table to hold her chin in her hand.
Melanie turned.
“Hey, is Gambit always–”
“I am so goddamn happy to be finally free of Jean’s cooking!” Jubilee blurted, throwing her hands up before slumping back into her seat. “Dude, you have no idea how bad it is, Gambit and Storm are the only people around here who know how to cook a decent meal.”
Melanie stared wide-eyed and silent at Jubilee’s declaration. Then, slowly, she scoffed, and then laughed.
“Is it really that bad?” She asked in a shy, quiet voice.
“Bad enough that I’m surprised Gordon Ramsay hasn’t come through the wall like the Kool-Aid man to try and kill her.”
Melanie giggled, her heart rate slowed to its usual pace, warmth filling her again.
Jubilee listened to her laugh and smiled.
“Hey,” She said, nudging Melanie with her arm. “I know he can come on strong, but Gambit’s a good guy. Trust me. He wouldn’t be an X-Man if he wasn’t.”
Melanie felt the weight of that name settle onto her. The memories of the bar fight crossed her mind; how Jean had shoved her behind herself to protect her, how they’d jumped in to defend the innocent. Everyone under this roof–not including herself–wore the title of X-Man.
Melanie pictured an alternate reality where Gambit jumped in to save her and the others, with a flash of that sinful smile and a promise that everythin’ gonn’ be alright, cherie.
She shuddered, the thought still raising the hair on her arms.
“Sure, but I’m still not his cherie.” Melanie grumbled.
Dinner did turn out to be excellent, courtesy of Storm. Melanie watched closely as everyone interacted over their servings of fatta, ugali, and nyama. Morph and Wolverine picking at each other, Storm and Jean chatting (well, half-chatting, half-coughing from the seasoning, in Jean’s case), Gambit and Rogue joking and laughing.
Melanie didn’t eat. Even as hunger clawed in her gut. She white-knuckled her fork. The chatter of the room seemed to wash over her; dizzying and hazy. She let her eyes fall closed. The buzz of the conversation, the sharp scent of the spices in the nyama, the warmth of the kitchen…slowly, Melanie let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.
When was the last time I had people like this? She thought to herself. Even if some of them freak me out? She tuned back into the conversation.
How long has it been since I’ve only had my own voice to comfort me?
…Too long.
“Melanie, are you alright?” Jean’s voice cut through the noise. Her green eyes focused on Melanie’s blue ones, the concern there contrasted with a friendly smile.
Melanie felt her skull buzz. Jean’s psychic presence probed at her own, skirting around and trying to get insight into her emotional state.
I’m fine. Melanie’s telepathic voice was commanding and powerful. Far from the meekness she’d exhibited before. She could feel the energy surrounding her brush against the telepathic barriers she’d put up, and seemed confused at how solid they were. Melanie saw Jean flinch a bit, and the redhead’s psychic snooping receded.
Jean nodded, looking a bit embarrassed at Melanie’s thorough shutdown. “Alright. Try the fata, it’s delicious.”
Once dinner was done, an aura of content settled over the group. Dishes were cleaned, jokes exchanged, people dispersing into various areas of the mansion to wind down for the evening.
Gambit stood by the sink, finishing up the dishes in it. He turned as Melanie moved to leave the kitchen with Kitty and Jubilee, stepping forward.
“Miss Melanie,” He said, wiping his hands on a dish towel before tucking it into his pocket. “Can Gambit borrow ya a moment?”
Melanie stopped, pushing down the rising dread in her gut.
Jubilee gave an encouraging nod.
“Yes?”
Gambit smiled at her, but it wasn’t the usual sly grin. It was much softer. He kept a safe distance and his voice low.
“Gambit jes’ wanna say sorry for givin’ ya dat lil’ spook back dere,” He said earnestly. “Didn’t mean it, honest; he know he come on a lil’ strong, ouais, but he jes’ happy ya found a place. Ain’t easy out dere for folks like us, non.”
His eyes flicked to Jubilee and Kitty for a moment, and a small smile crossed him.
“Y’got yerself ‘bout de best friends ya can have in dis place.” He chuckled. “Alright now, Gambit been yappin’ atcha fer too long. You enjoy yer night now, mon ami.”
Melanie watched him turn back to the sink silently.
“...Thank you.”
Gambit smiled without looking at her. “Mah pleasure, ma devinette.”
The nickname seemed to float down the hallway after her as she walked with Kitty and Jubilee, each syllable flitting around her like a curious bird.
“See, told you he wasn’t so bad.” Jubilee chuckled. “Remy’s got his faults, but he’s just a big goofball deep down.”
“Besides, Mels, you’re too cool to fall for any corny lines.” Kitty chuckled.
Kitty’s new nickname for Melanie made her chuckle.
“True. Though I’m impressed he was actually able to keep it in his pants and apologize.”
Jubilee rolled her eyes and laughed. “Give him a chance, girl. He’ll always surprise you.”
Melanie gave a small smile, pausing to turn and look in the direction of the kitchen. She could hear Gambit whistling as he puttered around, the clank of dishes being put away as he moved to an old jazz record wafting through the air like a memory of a dream. Melanie softened.
“I hope he does.”
***
“Wait, that’s why you didn’t say anything at dinner?!” Jubilee exclaimed.
The three girls were sequestered in Melanie’s room. Melanie was still deeply uncomfortable in her lavish new quarters, so Jubilee and Kitty had agreed to a sleepover to help her relax.
“Yeah, I was so confused!” Kitty said. “I was like, ‘Jubes just fully said the X-word, and she didn’t care.’ Girl I thought you had fear deafness!”
Melanie laughed. “Wow, it’s not like you guys are, y’know, on the news all the time. In a place like Times Square.” She was laying on her belly on the bed, clutching a pillow beneath her.
“People used to throw around the name ‘X-Men’ so much, the Heights turned it into an inside joke.” She chuckled. “Hang on honey, I gotta go to the X-Mart to pick up my X-pills for my X-hemorroids!”
That sent the trio into a fit of giggles.
Melanie continued once she’d ceased her laughter.
“I mean, I had a hunch,” She said. “When you first came in the bar I thought I was fucked. But once you started fighting…part of me wanted to think I’d turn and there’d be a big ‘X’ on the back of one of your jackets.”
“Y’know, Morph literally almost wore one like that, but Scott nixed it.” Jubilee chuckled.
Melanie grinned. “Not surprised.” She turned her eyes downward, picking at the stitches of the pillow. “Y’know, it’s funny…I kind of thought you guys sucked for a while.”
A pause.
“Wait, no, not like you guys specifically, I mean–”
Reassuring waves from both her friends calmed Melanie’s rapidly mounting worry.
“Sorry. I meant…” Melanie sighed. “It was just weird, y’know? You’re a mutant kid on the streets, dirt poor and eating out of a dumpster, but ten blocks away then there’s this unbeatable team of mutant superheroes in blue and yellow spandex fighting the FoH and getting to go home in their private jet.”
Melanie flipped over, staring up at the plush canopy over her bed.
“You guys always had the stuff I’d kill for. That any mutant out there would kill for. A home. Three meals a day. New clothes. Each other.”
She reached a hand up, as if to pluck her desire out of the air and into the physical world.
“On the streets, everything is so precious. You have to be a fucking asshole to make it.” She let her hand drop.
“And now I’m here, and I’m still a fucking asshole. Even when I have so much.”
The room was quiet for a moment.
Melanie froze, glancing over at them both worriedly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to just dump that on you both—”
“Girl, don’t even start,” Jubilee said, getting up to perch on the bed next to Melanie. “You are like, so totally real for feeling that way. This place is fucking weird!”
Kitty nodded sagely. “No, honestly. We live in an absolute circus. I think literally only Jean ever grew up around a place as insanely fancy as this.”
“Change is like, super fucking scary. Like, I had only just gotten my powers and then Sentinels tried to kill me. And now I’m going from foster brat to superhero? I was so totally wiggin’ out!” Jubilee laughed.
“So, for the record, you’re not an asshole.” Kitty said with a smile.
“Definitely not.” Jubilee agreed.
Melanie smiled softly. “Thank you. Both of you.”
“No big.” Jubilee said. “You cool with me being sappy and giving you a hug?”
Melanie chuckled. “Sure.”
Jubilee squeezed her tight, and after another request, Kitty joined in. The warmth of it made Melanie almost want to drop off to sleep.
Yeah, it’s been way too long since I’ve had people like this.
Azrael slowly looked up, their hands trembling. They held their breath once they saw what was on their shoulder… it was its hand… the creature… was… holding their shoulder… keeping them grounded. It had a neutral expression on its face. Azrael just wanted to hide away from everything… everyone. But painter snapped them out of spiraling further by yelling at them in panic.
“AZZIE! HEY! PLEASE BREATH… BREATH FOR ME OKAY?”
Azrael stared at painter for a moment. Still holding their breath while focusing on the creature again. It sighed and rolled its eyes
“Don’t worry… I’m not planning on hurting you… again-“
The last part was mumbled under its breath. Only loud enough for Azrael to hear. They continued to stare before slowly letting out a shuttering breath. Slowly inhaling, and Exhaling. Painter had a smile on his face and sighed
“Yeah… yeah that’s good. Good job.”
It goes on for a few more minutes. Just Azrael calming down. Eventually the creature took its hand off and backed away. Leaning against the wall and taking up most of the space due to its tail. Azrael looked at them both once they were somewhat fine, slowly moving their body without standing up to be under painters table. Once again. It was just… silent. Until the creature asked a question.
“So… I’m assuming urbanshade sent you down here?”
Azrael stayed quiet. Before responding in a raspy voice.
“Yeah… I’m… an experiment.”
The creature hummed in response. Crossing its arms and huffing.
“Surprised they’re still doing that shit. Actually, I take that back. I’m really not… but you’re not alone. Me, and most of the others were experiments… treated us like wild animals.”
Azrael listened to the creature- no… no not creature… Sebastian. His name is Sebastian. As he was talking. Understanding what he was saying. They knew all to well how it felt to feel like you were nothing. Even before Urbanshade… they knew.
“Yeah… they like to make you feel like you’re not human…”
Azrael hugged their knees and rested the side of their head on them. Sebastian let out a low and bitter chuckle. It was silent again. It was honestly quite peaceful, compared to the chaos they just faced an hour or so ago. Painter and Sebastian had a little conversation, and Azrael just listened in. Slowly getting more comfortable with Sebastian. It must have been awhile, because it seemed like Painter had fallen asleep… well, he wasn’t talking. And when they stood up to check on him, his screen was turned off. So, safe to say, he was sleeping. Azrael looked at Sebastian. Tilting their head slightly. Sebastian looked at them, his eyes squinting. He sighed before apologizing to them.
“I’m sorry for… throwing you around… I was just making sure I could survive… it’s nothing against you. Just have to assume the worst of people here to keep yourself safe, you know?”
Azrael stared at Sebastian and shrugged. Nodding, it was just survival… that’s probably why he had been picking the bodies of their supplies. Sebastian then asked a question.
“… how old are you anyway?”
Azrael raised their head to look directly at him. Looking in confusion and tilting their head more to the side.
“Wha- why does THAT matter?”
Sebastian shrugged slightly.
“Just curious. Better to get to know each other, right?”
Azrael stared at him again. their pupils changing to be more small and sharp, reacting to their emotions. While they had no intention of telling him anything, or wanting to know more about Sebastian himself, what harm could come to them if they tell him their age?
“… I’m… Nineteen…”
Azrael had looked to the ground again, and Sebastian’s eyes widened in surprise. They were… younger than he had anticipated. He felt bad, in a way. They probably had their whole life ahead of them. But it was ruined by Urbanshade. God. Every time he thought of them. Of HIM. It made his blood boil. When he gets the change, he’s gonna tear that son of a bitch limb, from limb. Making SURE. Every second of it’s slow, and painful. But he took a deep breath and nodded.
“Mmh. I see…”
Sebastian wasn’t sure what else to say. He didn’t really know if Azrael wanted comfort. Especially from him… the monster. Azrael sighed and moved from under the table, sitting down next to painter and leaning back, exhaling a long and deep sigh. They felt their whole body aching again. And their eyelids growing heavy. But of course, they were fighting the need to sleep. Sebastian noticed this and moved his head to look the other way. Before saying.
“You shouldn’t fight it kid. You’re gonna need all the rest you can get.”
Azraels eyes quickly looked over at Sebastian, before looking at the celling and losing the battle of exhaustion. All they had to hope for, was that Sebastian or painter wouldn’t try to kill them in their sleep. Another trust exercise. Great. The let out another sigh before letting their eyes slowly drift close. Their body going limp almost immediately. Sebastian looked over. His eyes showing sympathy, but his face still remained neutral. He would huff before slithering out of the room for a quick moment.
When he got back, he had brought a messed up blanket. It had a few holes in it and was a bit dirty. But hey, it’s better than nothing. He would throw it onto Azraels body. Rolling his eyes once more and leaving to go back to his shop. He couldn’t let his customers waiting after all.
Tw: Mentions of blood. Divider credit goes to @/strangergraphics
Azrael jumped from platform to platform. Running against the walls like some sort of superhero, and to be completely honest? They were enjoying it! They weren't worried about anything, and it was fun feeling like a parkour master. It was the only thing that was actually good in this place. They felt disappointed when it ended and they had to put the weird backpack away. They could've taken it... but they were just happy that they could spread their wings. God they had to figure out how to retract them. It's getting out of hand.
Azrael continued to walk. Attempting to find this "room" Painter was residing in. But there were multiple rooms. Maybe it's a "once you see it, you'll know" kinda situation. That's what they hoped. Eventually, they make it to door 16, and there was a big hole in the wall. There was a table that was flipped over near it. They could also see where the turrets would drop down and activate, but they never did. If anything, this is how Painter helped. He did appear in screens. Maybe he was controlling the working technology. But... that was only a guess. Azrael jumped a bit and looked into the hole, squinting in. This seemed like a bad idea to just... walts into it. If anything it could be a trap. But, curiosity got the better of them. Of course it did. Why wouldn't it? As they walked in, they saw a bright light, and a room with weird computer stuff. They knew it was for programing. But it seemed like a lot of it was old. Like... from the 80s or 90s.
"Hey! You made it!"
Azrael turns their head to see Painter in a little section of the room. It had chain walls so you could see through it, and a locked door that needed a key card. So they started to look for that before responding.
"Yep. I did. It wasn't all that difficult to be honest."
Azrael found the key card under a little desk and grabbed it, unlocking the door and slowly standing infront of painter. He had a very wide smile. Gald to see they found him. But Azrael still had questions.
"So... you're a computer?"
Painter chuckled at the question.
"Uhh... yeah! You could say that!"
Azrael tilts their head and hums softly.
"Are... you an experiment?"
Painters face seemed to falter, and he sighed.
"No, I'm not. Just an A.I program. But most of the entities here ARE experiments. So... you're not alone."
Azraels body slumped over in shame and pity. Feeling bad. So the things they've encountered... they're just like them.
"Sooo... what's your name?"
Azrael would look up at Painter, confused.
"Huh?"
"You're name! You... never told me!"
Azraels eyes soften at the question and explanation. They weren't sure what to even say. They've been called so many names this past year... maybe they should just tell them to call them...
"Azzie... you can call me Azzie."
Painter slightly gasped at the name in joy, loving it.
"Thats a nice name! I really-"
"Kid? Who are you talking to?"
The radio next to him said. Azrael's eyes slightly widen and they backed up a bit. That voice... it sounded all to familiar... it couldn't be...
"Sebastian! I was just talking to someone! Their name is Azzie!"
"An... expendable?"
"No! They're like us! A survivor!"
There was silence on the other side, then Sebastian spoke again.
"Painter? Buddy? Could you tell me what they look like?"
"Oh! Sure! Uh... gray skin... white hair... bloodied wings..."
"... I'm on my way."
The radio was silent and Azrael was shaking. No no no. That... that THING, was coming back. It knew what they looked like. They knew who they were. Was it coming back for revenge? To hurt them again? They didn't know...
"Uh... hey... are you alright?"
Painter said, worry evedent In his voice. Azrael couldn't stop, their knees bucked under them, and their eyes begain to blur with tears. They were hyperventilating. Holding onto their chest.
"I... I can breathe-"
They mumbled through their gasps, holding onto the table with a tight grip. Their arm had begun to transform into the claw like appendage, but they tried to stop it. Painter was yelling their name, but they couldn't hear anything else... they backed away and held onto the now claw like blackened arm, snapped their head over to the door. The eyes of the creature... the eyes of Sebastian, could be seen through the hold they walked through. Azrael let's out an unholy yell. Their voice changed again before backing away into the corner. Hiding away and covering their whole head. They couldn't... they couldn't do anything other then panic... this was it... this was the end. They were going to finally die. They
continued to sob, and felt something on their shoulder...
Hours passed by, and Azrael entered more rooms. Thankfully, they had found a medical kit to patch up some injuries. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to at lest help. Once they fix themselves up, they made it to the next door. This time they had to find a key card to open it. Fine by them. Azrael looks and sees a room. Walking over to it, they noticed the lights started to flicker violently. With an annoyed sigh, Azrael looked around. That's when they heard IT again... the computer screen.
"HIDE!"
Azraels eyes widen as they heard glass breaking and a screeching sound grew louder by the second. Without thinking, they go behind the desk in the middle of the room and covered their mouth. The screeching was right near them, and they shut their eyes, hoping whatever it was left, and that's exactly what happened. The sound was gone, and everything was eerily still. Azrael cracks their eyes open and let out a breath of relief. They slowly stand up and walk out, the power off and the screen gone. "Why... why did it help?" They quietly asked themselves. Going back in to find the key card in a locker. Azrael quickly took it and ran out of the room as fast as they could, not wanting to linger any longer.
Azrael made it to door 64... thank God. They finally felt like they were making progress. They enter the next door, and the first thing they notice is the size of it. It was ten times the size of any rooms they've seen. Big screens on both sides of it saying "Route A" and "Route B." It seemed that there was a tram on Route A. Azrael takes this opportunity to try and fly down instead of going down the stairs. Hey, if they're stuck with wings, they might as well put good use to them. Unfortunately, it resulted in them wobbling in the air and falling down. So much for practice. They look to see a weird... power box? That already seemed to be working. Good, that means they can go on without any problems. Azrael slowly entered the tram and looked around, seeing that no one was in it. Great. Still no signs of life other then the monsters and screen. Though, could you even consider a program life? It seemed self aware. Whatever, it's not the biggest problem on their plate right now.
Azrael walks to the front of the tram, seeing that there was a switch. They didn't know what it would do, but it was going to do something. Taking a deep breath, they press the button and it immediately jerked to life. They fall onto their back with a loud grunt. Well... that wasn't what they were expecting. It didn't take long until they reached to where the tram led, and the door slid back open. Azrael quickly got back up and ran out, looking around. It was the same thing, only... one of the stairways lead to another section. They huff and attempted to fly up, and this time it actually worked, only a little tumble resulting in them trying to land. They laugh in victory and run to the other section, wanting to get to places quicker.
Azrael entered a couple more doors before finding a double door, and one of them knocked down. They tence up, walking over the knocked down door and looking in the next room. giant doors were already open, and the next room looked like a storage unit, this one was even bigger then the tram one. They peak their head through to see something above, shining lights everywhere. They were going to head in, before seeing a skeleton, and something snatching it with hooks. The lights... they're going to try and catch them. This... this isn't good. They hear a loud buzzing sound, and some green lights leading to somewhere. So, doing something that was incredibly risky, Azrael runs as fast as they could and follows them. The lights got closer, and they duck down under the conveyor belts moving the opposite direction. They yelp and grabbed onto the bars, not wanting to get moved. The lights creaked and groaned a monster like sound when they passed. Once they were gone, Azrael got out and ran again. They didn't know how to escape. But... someone's voice rang out.
"COME ON! THIS WAY! ITS RIGHT HERE!"
They snap their head to see a group of three running, all of them wearing uniforms. People... actual people... they found someone! Not a monster, not a screen, people! Azrael tried to yell out, to tell them to stop, but they hadn't been paying attention. The hooks had plunged into the floor next to them, and then grazed their arm. They yelled out and flew out of the way and into an empty shipping container. They watched in disparity as the people ran out. Not knowing Azrael was there to begin with. They choked down a whimper and a sob. No... they can't let them leave! They need to find them! The lights went over them again, and they used their wings to fly over to the exit.
But it was to late, whoever was there had left as fast as they were seen. They stand in their spot, feeling hopeless. They yell and kick a notepad that was on the ground. Before marching on.
They continued to do the normal routine, hiding, running, waiting, solving puzzles. It was getting tiring. They suddenly heard guns fire from the next room and they stop dead in their tracks, before looking in to see the people from before, all dead and turrets on the walls. They stare in horror, seeing one of the peoples mouths agape, blood spilling out from his body and mouth, his eyes wide and lifeless. They let out a scream and covered their mouth, crying for the three. The turrets had spotted their wings and shot at sight, but the bullets just bounced off. Knowing this, Azrael ran to the lever, turning them off and still sobbing. They turn back and walk over to the person with long black hair, and hugged the poor soul. Nobody deserved to die like this... especially not in the hell hole like this one. They continued to weep, before letting her go and finding some sheets covering some boxes. Azrael takes them and uses them to hide the bodies. Out of respect. The walk out with a heavy heart, feeling guilty for what had happened... even if it wasn't their fault.
They walked for a bit longer, before looking at the door number... 55. Thank God. They were half way. They crouch down and sigh, rubbing their eyes and wiped off the sweat forming on their brow. They were so tired.
"... I should rest for a sec..."
They said to themselves, sitting down against the wall and resting their eyes. It wasn't long before they heard something though... something slithering... it was close to were the dead bodies were... oh dear god... was... was it something eating them!? Thats... NO... NO THEY CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN TO THEM. Azrael quickly gets up, hiding quickly in a locker, seeing that the loud thing was coming again. Once it was gone, they run out. The power gone as they make it back to the three people. They stopped at the doorway, staring up in fear and confusion. Something was in the room... something LARGE. Azrael could barely see anything, the red emergency light the only thing helping with their vision, but it was blocked by... this... THING. It had a tail cramped in the room, covering the next door. The sheets Azrael put on the bodies tossed aside like it had ment nothing. The rest they couldn't see... the only other thing that was noticeable was a little yellow light in the middle of the room, and a pair of glowing blue eyes staring right. At. Them.
TW: Mentions of blood, angst, and cursing [divider credit goes to: @strangergraphics]
Silence. That's how it started out... there was just Silence. Everything felt heavy for Azrael. Like they were being pulled down with weights. With a loud groan they opened their eyes, only to be blinded by the florescent lights. It might not have been that bright to most, but for Azrael it was like a flash bang. They moved their head around to see where they even are. One minute they were being experimented on, then the next they wound up here.
The sound of rushing water suddenly filled their ears, along with loud creaking and slight moving. They slowly sat up and grips onto their head, feeling like something just stabbed them in the head. When Azrael lowers their hand, it was dyed with a dark crimson color. The smell of metal now much stronger. It was blood. Azrael looked down, the hospital gown dirty and grimy with the same crimson color and dirt splatters. It was sticking to them like glue, and that's when they realized they were soaked. How did they not realize this sooner!? Were they really that out of it!?
They slightly move their wings and look to see those have blood at the tips to... oh, right. They have wings now. The scientists told them that they were retractable, but they haven't figured out to do that yet. Azrael would sit around for a long, long time. Feeling like everything was spinning. This couldn't be happening. Did the people just... throw them down here? Like they were trash needing to be disposed of!? The thought hurt so much. They knew they had no compassion, experimenting on humans... but to go this far? It was sickening.
They started to grow tired of just sitting, so despite the pain they were in, they muster up the little strength they have and stand up with a loud hiss. They immediately felt their legs buckling underneath them, but they quickly lean against the cool metal wall of the place. They finally get a better look. There were drawers, ranging from small to big all around the room. Along with one locker right infront of them. They looked puzzled, to say the least. What kind of room is this? Where are they? All of the questions stopped once they turned their head to see a large window... and what they saw wasn't trees or desert terrain, it wasn't even land! It was the dark blue of water. The ocean. Hadal had thrown them in the fucking ocean.
"no...no no no... NO NO NO NO NO! PLEASE NO!"
Azrael stumbled running over to the glass, dropping to their knees as they did so and placed a gray hand on it. It was like the whole world stopped for them. Everything was silent again as they started in horror at the abyss. They're stuck... in a place that wasn't even recognizable. Azrael would swallow thickly, feeling a lump in their throat and a slight burning from their eyes. They grabbed at the window and stand back up, leaning their whole body against it and stifled a sob. This couldn't be real... right? No. They were innocent... they... they don't deserve this! That... that has to be true. Maybe Hadal was testing them! And they just had the whole situation wrong! Yes! That must be it! They wouldn't... trap them... in a broken down submarine.
It's the only thought that would keep Azrael going. They can't get hung up on what they might have done, and If it WAS a test, they needed to go forward... whatever forward was. So on they went. Limping and clinging onto the wall like it was a crutch they would go to the door across the hall... room? It was hard to say. Azrael would look up to the screen next to the door, seeing the number 96. The number from the other hall said 97. That means they dragged them into the actual place. Or... did they land at the beginning and walked all this way, only to pass out from pain and exhaustion? They can't remember. Everything felt so fuzzy.
Azrael pushed themselves off the wall and into the next room, just trying to ignore the questions forming in their mind, it started to make their head hurt more then it already did. The room was dark. No light could be found in here. Well, it was a good break on their eyes. They find the wall again and look down, holding their side and inching closer and closer to the next door. These had to be halls right? But... the last one was big enough to be a room. Why was this place so... Weird? No, they had to stop thinking. It hurts to much.
On and on they went. From door to door to door. It felt like they had gone on for ages. But they can't stop. If they stop they might pass out again, and that can't happen. They had reached door 81. Only door 81!? That's only seven doors they just passed! And some of those halls were short! Azrael let out a frustrated yell and gripped onto their side tighter, only to feel more pain and letting it go. They needed help. But there was signs of life in the dammed place! Azrael shakes their head and keeps moving into the next room. This time it was different. The halls seemed longer, and their was a full glass wall on the left side. They would look it over and slowly make their way through. The next door opens, and it's the same outline... odd. They go to the next hall, and again, the same exact outline. They huff and make it about half of the way, before the screen number flickered into a white face with a scribbled on smile.
Azraels eyes would light up and they could feel a slight smile creep onto their face. Could it talk? Was it going to help them? But all of the hopes had vanished as the screen talked.
"Hey. Hey! Look out the window~"
Azrael could see a faint green glow in the room now. Then they felt something pulling with extreme force from the window. It HURT. It made Azraels head pound against their skull, and they would force themselves to look down, letting out an ear piercing scream. They felt their left arm changing and turning into something else, but they shut their eyes and didn't see it, feeling like they would find it unsettling. They let go of their head with that hand and slammed it against the floor, and a scraping sound could be heard. They felt the metal folding into itself, bending that their sheer strength. They snapped their head to the window, and yelled out in a inhuman voice, as if it wasn't even them anymore.
"₲Ø ₳₩₳Ɏ!"
Azrael had only caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a shark with a numerous amount of eyes before it quickly swam away, like it was afraid. Azraels breathing was quick and shallow, still having a tight grip on the floor. They stared at the window with a feral glint in their eye. Before the screen flashed back to the face. Azrael would look over, freezing up. The face looked like it was shocked and confused.
"You're... not and expendable..."
Azraels face mimicked the screens face of confusion. What in the world is it talking about? What's an expendable? What even just happened!? Azrael didn't utter a single sound while the screen just stared at them. Then I flicked back to the room number. They let go of the floor, looking down to see that their arm had gotten bigger, with sharp claw like fingers. But it was changing back to its normal state. Dear god... what did Hadal do to them? They just looked in horror. This had to be a sick joke. Please... it has to be. They slowly stand up, clutching at their chest and taking deep, shakey breaths. Azrael sharply inhales and sighs, lowering their head.
"Fuck... everything h-hurts..."
They sniffle, holding back tears again. Everything was so... so wrong...
my thoughts on I saw the tv glow and my own identity
SPOILERS YALL.
It is currently 10:56 pm. Today after school I thought it would be a good idea to have kids watch this movie for pride month. Not a lot of people showed. But that's not what we're really here for. When I first watched it, I thought it was going to be more of a coming of age story with a happy end. But I was wrong. Instead I was met with a movie that felt like it had so much raw emotion into it, something that made me uncomfortable, but comforted me at the same time. There was so much to relate to, and every scene felt like a picture, a piece of art to be captured. I remember Owen saying "something is wrong with me." And it hit me hard. Because I know I can relate to it. At the very end, when She screams that she's dying, and calls out "Mommy" it... scared me at first. But as I'm writing this, it makes me want to cry. Once it was done, I felt shakey, and I was trying to process it all. Now I lay down and look at what everyone was saying, what the movie was truly about, makes me cry for what feels like hours, but it's only been half of that. I have never cried like this unless it is something so horrible, or something so heartwrentching that it hurts so much. But that is what this movie is leaving me to be. I don't like my body. I never have. Some days it feels like mine, but other times... sometimes nothing feels real. I'm not sure who I'm even supposed to be. I just say I'm pan because I feel like... that IS what I am. But maybe I'm also gender fluid? But... I don't want to be anything? Maybe I just don't go by anything then. But that doesn't fit either. My identity is a puzzle, and some days I think I'm missing that piece. Yeah, I'll forget about it for some time, but then I go back to searching for it. I'm still missing that piece, and this movie helped me realize that. I still have time to figure it out. I honestly agree how some say its a tragedy. Because it is. The horror is the fact that you are stuck inside a body that isn't yours, stuck in a place where you can't be yourself, and I feel the exact same way, especially being myself. But the best part about this movie, is that it is fiction. The best part is that when you feel like this, there are people out there who feel the same way, and want to help you. You can have a support system, and it doesn't have to end in a tragic way. This movie was beautiful in the most saddest ways, but still beautiful.
Shane had been sitting in his room, his knees up to his chest against the wall. His wings were covered in bandages because of an injury inflicted by his father a while ago. ‘He never meant to…’ he thought to himself. He could never blame his dad. He knew it was hard. Especially now that his mom’s gone. It was hard for both of them. But Shane remained strong. He wanted to, for his dad. Even if he’s frustrated all of the time. Maybe one day, it will change. More time would pass as he sat. Seconds would turn into minutes and minutes would turn into hours. He was starting to get worried. He looked at the clock to see what time it was. Seeing that the time was 3:00 am, it made him more worried, and even scared. “He should’ve been back by now… he’s never this late, he makes sure of it.” He would stand up and look at the door, then at the window. He knew both were locked, but he didn’t want to anger his dad. He would contemplate for a bit before saying “Screw it!” and breaking the door handle with his super strength. Running out and immediately flying high in the air. It was difficult to fly. He hadn’t done it in a while and he was still injured. But he managed. During his flight he saw someone running on top of the roofs, laughing and having fun. They seemed to have a coat on, along with a staff. Huh, interesting. He would also fly above a fancy highschool with dorms and simi-bright lights. He would smile at that, thinking it looked pretty. After six more minutes he would stop and sit down. Sighing and looking towards the ground. He needed to find him. He could be hurt. He doesn't want anyone to get hurt again. That's when He heard it, an ear piercing scream and laughter. He immediately got up and flew to the noise, his wings, arms, and hands glowing brightly. Eventually he found what he was looking for. The abandoned warehouse. He would run to all of the possible entrances, but they were all blocked. Noticing that his breathing was out of control, he would take some deep breaths and calm down. Flying up to the roof to see if he could enter through there. Most of it was already collapsing into the building, working perfectly in his favor. He would grunt a bit flying down, landing with a soft thud. It was dark so he made little orbs of light dance around the abandoned place from the palms of his hands. “Hello? Is anyone here?” He would ask, turning around. He saw someone sitting against the wall. Tilting his head He would walk closer. Looking down, he saw a… blood? He would softly gasp and run. Once he was about six feet away. Looking in horror and shock. It was his dad, stab marks all over him with his hands pinned over his eyes. He would stay silent for a moment, before speaking quietly. “... Dad…?” Nothing. He shook his head and ran over, grabbing his little lights and placing them on Cole to try and heal his wounds, Crying as he did. “Dad, this isn’t funny! Y-you can stop now!” Nothing. His dad was too far gone. Shane couldn’t believe it. “Dad, stop it! You’re scaring me!” Still complete silence. His breathing would quicken again and he would grab his shoulders, gently shaking him and yelling. “DAD STOP! JUST SAY SOMETHING PLEASE!” No matter how much he asked there wasn’t anything. He would start to sob and gasp for breath, his wings, arms, and hands now glowing a bright blue and grey. Clutching at his dads shirt and falling to the ground, he would shout again. “D-DON’T L-LEAVE ME H-HERE A-ALONE!” Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He still had hoped… but now he was reduced to a crying mess. The blood of his dad all over his hands.
Border credit goes to: @/coleminecanary
Meliane [even if she's not mentioned] is @virgo-arts oc and inspired me to make this. Sorry for the wait!
Remy would stand to the side watching. Not believing that the very man who hated mutants, even killed them, had a son. Nothing was ever said about him, no one even knew about the little boy. So it was a complete shock to see him here. How did he even find this place!? He would snap out of it and slowly walk over. Crouching near him. “Hey petit… are… are ya gonna be ok?” The boy would flinch a bit and move away from the masked figure, shaking. “W-WHO ARE Y-YOU? D-DID YOU D-DO THIS!?” He would try to wipe his tears, but more blood smeared all over his face, then he would clutch at his hair, grabbing it with extreme force. “H-HE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING W-WRONG! W-WHY!?… H-HE DIDN’T DESERVE T-THIS!” he would glow a mix of bright red and bright blue, looking angry at Remy. He would back up from the kid and raise his hands. “Look, de police are comin’’ soon. Jus’... wanted ta let ya know… be careful.” Shane would stare at him, before turning back to his dad and letting go of his head, going over to hug Cole, talking quietly. “Dad… please… I… I need you… please don’t go…” Remy would slowly put his hands back down and walk away. Going to leave the building. He would look back at the abandoned warehouse, the sounds of screaming and crying replaced with silence. The wind gently ruffled the nearby trees. His hair ever so slightly moving with it. Just looking for a few minutes, deciding to wait for Shane to leave. More time would pass until he would hear the sirens coming his way. He would run to the shadows, turning off his mask and sighing. It wasn’t too long until he saw the little boy fly out from the top of the building, looking around and taking off. With the heavy weight of guilt on his shoulders, he would make his way back home. Making little noise, just as before.
No one really tells you how to deal with your feelings like this. No one prepares you for your parents to leave. No one tells you how mad and angry you feel at both parties. How much resentment you have. Sometimes you forget it, then sometimes they still act like they're in love and everything seems normal. But once something bad happens or when they're screaming at you, you remember. It can even be at quiet or loud moments where you don't think you'll think about it. But you do. They still act normal and it's frustrating. They act like they don't care at all. No one checks up on you and asks if you're doing ok with the whole thing, it even feels like the school psychiatrist doesn't care. They just talk and dismiss you like you're nothing. They have there own lives to go about. They're there to get paid. No one ever cares. Not even when you yell at one parent to stop touching you and they don't stop. They never listen. They forget you're a kid. They tell you themselves. They don't see that they're the reson you hate everything, or that you hate yourself. They'll never see that. Because they don't care. Because one of them calls you a bitch and other insulting names and the other never defends you. No one has ever defended you. It's hard. I'm sick of it. It hurts... so much.
Shane had been sitting in his room, his knees up to his chest against the wall. His wings were covered in bandages because of an injury inflicted by his father a while ago. ‘He never meant to…’ he thought to himself. He could never blame his dad. He knew it was hard. Especially now that his mom’s gone. It was hard for both of them. But Shane remained strong. He wanted to, for his dad. Even if he’s frustrated all of the time. Maybe one day, it will change. More time would pass as he sat. Seconds would turn into minutes and minutes would turn into hours. He was starting to get worried. He looked at the clock to see what time it was. Seeing that the time was 3:00 am, it made him more worried, and even scared. “He should’ve been back by now… he’s never this late, he makes sure of it.” He would stand up and look at the door, then at the window. He knew both were locked, but he didn’t want to anger his dad. He would contemplate for a bit before saying “Screw it!” and breaking the door handle with his super strength. Running out and immediately flying high in the air. It was difficult to fly. He hadn’t done it in a while and he was still injured. But he managed. During his flight he saw someone running on top of the roofs, laughing and having fun. They seemed to have a coat on, along with a staff. Huh, interesting. He would also fly above a fancy highschool with dorms and simi-bright lights. He would smile at that, thinking it looked pretty. After six more minutes he would stop and sit down. Sighing and looking towards the ground. He needed to find him. He could be hurt. He doesn't want anyone to get hurt again. That's when He heard it, an ear piercing scream and laughter. He immediately got up and flew to the noise, his wings, arms, and hands glowing brightly. Eventually he found what he was looking for. The abandoned warehouse. He would run to all of the possible entrances, but they were all blocked. Noticing that his breathing was out of control, he would take some deep breaths and calm down. Flying up to the roof to see if he could enter through there. Most of it was already collapsing into the building, working perfectly in his favor. He would grunt a bit flying down, landing with a soft thud. It was dark so he made little orbs of light dance around the abandoned place from the palms of his hands. “Hello? Is anyone here?” He would ask, turning around. He saw someone sitting against the wall. Tilting his head He would walk closer. Looking down, he saw a… blood? He would softly gasp and run. Once he was about six feet away. Looking in horror and shock. It was his dad, stab marks all over him with his hands pinned over his eyes. He would stay silent for a moment, before speaking quietly. “... Dad…?” Nothing. He shook his head and ran over, grabbing his little lights and placing them on Cole to try and heal his wounds, Crying as he did. “Dad, this isn’t funny! Y-you can stop now!” Nothing. His dad was too far gone. Shane couldn’t believe it. “Dad, stop it! You’re scaring me!” Still complete silence. His breathing would quicken again and he would grab his shoulders, gently shaking him and yelling. “DAD STOP! JUST SAY SOMETHING PLEASE!” No matter how much he asked there wasn’t anything. He would start to sob and gasp for breath, his wings, arms, and hands now glowing a bright blue and grey. Clutching at his dads shirt and falling to the ground, he would shout again. “D-DON’T L-LEAVE ME H-HERE A-ALONE!” Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He still had hoped… but now he was reduced to a crying mess. The blood of his dad all over his hands.
Border credit goes to: @/coleminecanary
Melanie [even if she's not mentioned] is @virgo-arts oc and inspired me to make this. Sorry for the wait!
He knows he shouldn’t lie to her. But he did. He didn’t want to. But he couldn’t let Cole walk around the streets anymore. He doesn't deserve to live. So he got ready. Checking to make sure Meliane was sleeping, he would get up and look at the clock. “2:30 already” He thought to himself. Should be perfect, by what he heard McKenny should be heading home now. Getting dressed and his mask on. Already glowing that bright pink club symbol smack dab in the middle. In this outfit, He was known as the Ace of Spades slasher. His killings were gruesome. Anyone in his path, anyone that was on his hit list, well they better pray to whatever gods they believe. Or hope that whatever death falls onto them will be swift and quick. One thing’s for certain. If he finds you, or if he for some reason wants to murder you or someone you know, you can’t run, you can’t hide, he will find you.
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Eliza got all of the things she needed. So she decided to go home. Back to the thieves guild. Eliza had always been a nomad. At least that's what she thought before coming to New Orleans. Staying for a few days and stealing multiple things from multiple people, she had caught the eye of some members from the guild. Eventually they would talk to Jean-Luc about her and agreed that if she proved herself then she could join. Hearing about it at first Eliza refused, saying that she wasn’t going to stay for long. But thinking about it more, it sounded tempting. So she would go to uptown and find one of the richest houses, and steal half of everything in the house without getting caught. Impressed with her skills, they took her in. She’s stayed here ever since. She would sigh, reminiscing about it on her walk. Holding her head up to the sky and having a lazy expression. She would hear a quick ‘Swosh’ behind her, making her stop and listen. She would hear fast quiet footsteps, as if whoever was there was trying to be agile and silent. Turning around she wouldn’t see anything but a bright light of pink fading away as fast as it was there. She would stare and try to run after it, but whatever… or whoever was there… was gone. She would huff and turn around, before hearing a voice. “We should go after it” Eliza would roll her eyes and keep walking. Not having the time to deal with this. “Let’s just go home. We already have everything that we need.” the voice would stop talking. Leaving Eliza to walk in silence for the first time in awhile. She hopes that this was the right call.
Border credit goes to: @/coleminecanary
Melaine is @virgo-arts oc
[Let me know if you want me to stop tagging you sorry!]
Cole was laughing to himself on the way home. Thinking about all the ‘bad’ people he hurt back, just like how they hurt his city. Mutants are a plague that needed to be destroyed, and he’s happy to be the man to do it. What he didn’t know was that he was being followed. Not yet anyway. Not until HE wants him to. After a few more minutes of walking, and in Remy’s case stalking, He would take action. Throwing a rock near an abandoned building to get Cole's attention. It works as his head snaps to the noise, putting a hand on his holster and slowly walking. It seemed to be a warehouse, worn down and broken. A pink glow coming from the inside. He would grunt and run to the building. Grabbing his gun and holding it out. But the glow was gone. He would look in confusion and shake his head, moving around defensively. Whatever it was, it was probably another one of the stupid mutants. Remy was high on the support beams, watching, waiting, planning. He would chuckle quietly to himself just thinking about it. But it wasn’t one that was filled with warmth, it was one that was as cold as ice, Sharper than his own blades and cards. It would send a shiver down anyone's spine, even if they were the strongest person in the world. He would walk on the beams and grab one of his blades, loudly bangging it and laughing that same cold one he had a few seconds ago. Cole would flinch and aim it towards Remy’s direction, but no one was there. He would shake a bit and look around wildly, getting frustrated at his toying. “WHO’S THERE!? SHOW YOURSELF YOU DAMN COWARD!” Remy would laugh at the man's yelling, knowing that he hasn’t even done anything yet. His mask would change from a glowing pink dimond symbol to a glowing spade. Taking out one of his cards he would charge it and throw it quickly, not directly hitting him, but close enough to make Cole jump. “Heard o’ lot about ya, Monsieur McKenny.” He would turn again and shoot at the air, thinking he might be there. But he wasn’t. It was like his voice was bouncing off the walls. “Word on da streets say ya murder mutants. Beat dem ta death. Steal people's money. Ya lie an’ cheat ta get ya way.” Remy would throw another card, even closer to Cole this time, making him yelp and groan in frustration. “So what!? People lie and cheat all the time! Sure you’ve done it!” Remy would chuckle again “Oh ah have. But de difference between ya an’ me is dat ah don’t kill people just because. Ah kill fo’ a purpose. This time he didn’t miss, intentionally grazing Cole’s arm. He would scream in pain and clutch at it. “See, ah kill people like ya, McKenny. People the world don’ need. Ah’m here to take ya out.” He would jump down with grace and land on his feet. Making Cloe turn around and hold up his gun again, ready to shoot. But Remy was too fast, charging a card and throwing it at him, the gun exploding in his hand. He would scream again and back away, looking at him with a mix of anger and fear. “W-WHO ARE YOU!?” Remy would keep laughing. “Oh? Ah haven’ introduced maself, apologies” He would then do a little bow, cards in one hand and a knife in the other. “Ahm de ace o’ spades shasher.” All the anger Cole had was gone, and replaced with full on fear. He would attempt to run away, screaming. But Remy had blocked off all the exits and blew up the door he came in. The only way out was through the roof, which was nearly impossible unless you had a rope or could fly. Remy would run at him and kick Cole’s legs, making him fall and continue scrambling away. But It was already too late. Deep down he knew. He was done for. He was going to die, and Remy was just playing with his prey.
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Remy would set McKenney's body against the wall, looking at the dead man's watch to see the time. “3:13… de witching hour an’ an unlucky number. What a time.” He chuckles again and puts a 10 of spades in his chest pocket. Patting it and about to grab his knife, but it wasn’t in his belt loop. He sighs and looks around. “Must o’ dropped it while propping ya up. Ah’ll be back Mon ami.” He said the last part with another chuckle and left. As soon as he did, there would be a swishing sound and a light thud. He would freeze, under his mask he would have an annoyed yet confused expression, But it would quickly fade to realization and guilt when he heard the voice of a young boy. “... Dad…?"
He knows he shouldn’t lie to her. But he did. He didn’t want to. But he couldn’t let Cole walk around the streets anymore. He doesn't deserve to live. So he got ready. Checking to make sure Meliane was sleeping, he would get up and look at the clock. “2:30 already” He thought to himself. Should be perfect, by what he heard McKenny should be heading home now. Getting dressed and his mask on. Already glowing that bright pink diamond symbol smack dab in the middle. In this outfit, He was known as the Ace of Spades slasher. His killings were gruesome. Anyone in his path, anyone that was on his hit list, well they better pray to whatever gods they believe. Or hope that whatever death falls onto them will be swift and quick. One thing’s for certain. If he finds you, or if he for some reason wants to murder you or someone you know, you can’t run, you can’t hide, he will find you.
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Eliza got all of the things she needed. So she decided to go home. Back to the thieves guild. Eliza had always been a nomad. At least that's what she thought before coming to New Orleans. Staying for a few days and stealing multiple things from multiple people, she had caught the eye of some members from the guild. Eventually they would talk to Jean-Luc about her and agreed that if she proved herself then she could join. Hearing about it at first Eliza refused, saying that she wasn’t going to stay for long. But thinking about it more, it sounded tempting. So she would go to uptown and find one of the richest houses, and steal half of everything in the house without getting caught. Impressed with her skills, they took her in. She’s stayed here ever since. She would sigh, reminiscing about it on her walk. Holding her head up to the sky and having a lazy expression. She would hear a quick ‘Swosh’ behind her, making her stop and listen. She would hear fast quiet footsteps, as if whoever was there was trying to be agile and silent. Turning around she wouldn’t see anything but a bright light of pink fading away as fast as it was there. She would stare and try to run after it, but whatever… or whoever was there… was gone. She would huff and turn around, before hearing a voice. “We should go after it” Eliza would roll her eyes and keep walking. Not having the time to deal with this. “Let’s just go home. We already have everything that we need.” the voice would stop talking. Leaving Eliza to walk in silence for the first time in awhile. She hopes that this was the right call.
Border credit goes to: @/coleminecanary
Melaine is @virgo-arts oc
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we have been inspired by a friend and I remembered this au existed so now we're gonna write about it!
It was a hot and humid summer night in New Orleans, for Eliza, it was the perfect time to steal from unsuspecting tourists. Though she was told to stay low and out of trouble from an incident, She wasn’t one to listen. ‘What’s the worst that could happen?’ She thought to herself. So she would just walk around and hide in the shadows. Meanwhile, a man named Cole, or better known as officer McKenny, was hiding his son inside his room, locking the door. No one could know that he had a disgusting creature for a kid. He didn’t even know how his son got to be like that. Him and his wife were never mutants, so how could he? It doesn’t matter. He has to put more of those freaks in prison, they shouldn’t be on this planet, and he’ll find a cure for his son. No one really knew this about officer McKenny, but he was known as one of the corrupt cops. Not by his colleagues, but by other law breakers. He gets paid handsomely for whatever the people want him to do. Hell, he's even killed for it. His known reputation caught a certain Cajun’s eye. Remy had always hated people like McKenny, killing innocent lives for money, not to mention the obvious prejudice he had against mutants. The World doesn't need More Coles around. He was snapped out of his thoughts By his Girlfriend Melanie. She was a wonderful woman, the most beautiful and kind-hearted person he knew, and he wouldn’t trade the world for her. He would do absolutely anything she asked, buy her the most extravagant things, even when she said she didn’t need it. “Mon Amour? You alright?” Remy would smile at his lover. “As good as ever Ma Chėre! Was jus’ lost in ma thoughts!” Melanie would chuckle and grin at him, holding his hand. “If you say so! We’re almost at the little bakery I told you about!” “well ah bet de baking isn’t as good as mine!” He add’s with a playful tone, making Melanie laugh more. “Of course not love, nothing beats your beignets!” With that final note they would end up at a little bakery on the corner of a street. Remy would open the door and do a little bow, making Melanie playfully slap his arm and walk inside. But both were met by a lady yelling at a boy with black hair, dark skin with vitiligo, and heterochromia. He looked annoyed at the consistent berating from the customer. “Ma’am I told you before, we don’t sell coffees…” The lady was about to say something else before Remy cleared his throat. “Der a problem here miss?” The lady would glare at him “There is! This dumb boy won’t sell me a simple latte! They’re a bakery! They should have coffee!” The boy would groan and hold the bridge of his nose, looking at them with an unamused expression. For a split second his pupils seemed to change. Must have been the trick of the light. “Mais… If dey don’ sell coffee den dey don’ sell it. Ah can’ see da problem” the lady would yell a bit and just stomp out. The boy would sigh and chuckle “sorry you had to see that folks, what can I get you?” Melanie smiled and walked closer to the counter. The bakery was small but cozy, with the lights casting a warm yellow glow over the comfy dark purple chairs and mahogany tables. There was even a little spot with a nook of books and soft plush pillows. “We’ll have some beignets and… oh! How about some strudels?” Remy laughs and nods “oui, sounds about right” The boy smiles. “I’ll get those right away for you!” He smiles as he goes to the back to grab them their baked goods. While the two were talking amongst themselves and waiting, Eliza would sneak in through a window in the back and slowly walk behind the counter, and grab as many things as she could. Remy would take notice and try to say something, but that was before the boy rushed in with a broom and cursed at her in German, making her cackle and run off. “To slow Micah!” the boy, who was now confirmed to be Micah, would flip her off and huff. Setting the broom down and getting Remy and Melianes food.
“Again, sorry about that. She’s just… a nuisance that comes in from time to time.” Remy Would smirk a bit and shake his head. “Well ya seem to know her well enough to let her take things from ya…” Micah sighs and hands them the baked goods “Unfortunately, She’s ok… pays me in due time. Just gets annoying when I have customers come in and see it.” Melaine would open the little container full of strudels and eat one, a content expression on her face. “Well I can see why she would get your food! It’s incredible!” He grins and laughs a bit. “Thanks! It's all made from scratch by my Tante!” Remy and Melaine look at each other in confusion. Micah would see this and explain “Tante means auntie in German! Sorry about that!” Remy chuckles “Non it’s ok! Don’ got nothin’ to apologize fo’! Learn something new everyday! Ya know ah got a friend thats German, real nice guy.” Micah hum’s in response. “That's pretty neat. I hope you folks enjoy your day!” They wave and start to walk out. But before they could exit, a man in a police uniform would walk in with a bit of a glare. Remy recognised him… his target. He would glare back and quietly scoff. Earning him a snear from McKenny. Micah would look uncomfortable by his presence, tensing and backing up. Melaine would Look at Remy with a grin that would quickly fall from her face. She knew that look. She knew what he was planning. She would gently elbow his side, making him huff and walk out with her. Both would walk in silence for the rest of the time. After a few minutes Melaine would speak up. “Remy you promised me no killing for a week.” Remy would groan loudly, Like a child would when being told no. “Chėre! Ah can’ help it! Besides, did ya see de man?” She would shake her head and sigh. “Of course Amour, but… there will always be people like him” “People dat kill fo’ no damn reason” He would add sharply, earning a glare from Melaine. “There isn’t any reason to curse… I understand your frustration but killing isn’t always the right way to go about things.” Remy would groan again and sigh just like her. Before putting on a charming smile “Ya righ’ ya righ’... no killin’ fo’ a week… ah promised after all.” Melaine gave a small smile and kissed his cheek. “Glad to hear it. Now let's go home.”
we have been inspired by a friend and I remembered this au existed so now we're gonna write about it!
It was a hot and humid summer night in New Orleans, for Eliza, it was the perfect time to steal from unsuspecting tourists. Though she was told to stay low and out of trouble from an incident, She wasn’t one to listen. ‘What’s the worst that could happen?’ She thought to herself. So she would just walk around and hide in the shadows. Meanwhile, a man named Cole, or better known as officer McKenny, was hiding his son inside his room, locking the door. No one could know that he had a disgusting creature for a kid. He didn’t even know how his son got to be like that. Him and his wife were never mutants, so how could he? It doesn’t matter. He has to put more of those freaks in prison, they shouldn’t be on this planet, and he’ll find a cure for his son. No one really knew this about officer McKenny, but he was known as one of the corrupt cops. Not by his colleagues, but by other law breakers. He gets paid handsomely for whatever the people want him to do. Hell, he's even killed for it. His known reputation caught a certain Cajun’s eye. Remy had always hated people like McKenny, killing innocent lives for money, not to mention the obvious prejudice he had against mutants. The World doesn't need More Coles around. He was snapped out of his thoughts By his Girlfriend Melanie. She was a wonderful woman, the most beautiful and kind-hearted person he knew, and he wouldn’t trade the world for her. He would do absolutely anything she asked, buy her the most extravagant things, even when she said she didn’t need it. “Mon Amour? You alright?” Remy would smile at his lover. “As good as ever Ma Chėre! Was jus’ lost in ma thoughts!” Melanie would chuckle and grin at him, holding his hand. “If you say so! We’re almost at the little bakery I told you about!” “well ah bet de baking isn’t as good as mine!” He add’s with a playful tone, making Melanie laugh more. “Of course not love, nothing beats your beignets!” With that final note they would end up at a little bakery on the corner of a street. Remy would open the door and do a little bow, making Melanie playfully slap his arm and walk inside. But both were met by a lady yelling at a boy with black hair, dark skin with vitiligo, and heterochromia. He looked annoyed at the consistent berating from the customer. “Ma’am I told you before, we don’t sell coffees…” The lady was about to say something else before Remy cleared his throat. “Der a problem here miss?” The lady would glare at him “There is! This dumb boy won’t sell me a simple latte! They’re a bakery! They should have coffee!” The boy would groan and hold the bridge of his nose, looking at them with an unamused expression. For a split second his pupils seemed to change. Must have been the trick of the light. “Mais… If dey don’ sell coffee den dey don’ sell it. Ah can’ see da problem” the lady would yell a bit and just stomp out. The boy would sigh and chuckle “sorry you had to see that folks, what can I get you?” Melanie smiled and walked closer to the counter. The bakery was small but cozy, with the lights casting a warm yellow glow over the comfy dark purple chairs and mahogany tables. There was even a little spot with a nook of books and soft plush pillows. “We’ll have some beignets and… oh! How about some strudels?” Remy laughs and nods “oui, sounds about right” The boy smiles. “I’ll get those right away for you!” He smiles as he goes to the back to grab them their baked goods. While the two were talking amongst themselves and waiting, Eliza would sneak in through a window in the back and slowly walk behind the counter, and grab as many things as she could. Remy would take notice and try to say something, but that was before the boy rushed in with a broom and cursed at her in German, making her cackle and run off. “To slow Micah!” the boy, who was now confirmed to be Micah, would flip her off and huff. Setting the broom down and getting Remy and Melianes food.