Emilia lets out a frustrated sigh as she once again ran over the information Casey gave her. She examined her impromptu patient still unconscious on the couch. He had been out since the night before. She had removed the IV sometime that morning after the single blood bag she'd been able to sneak had been exhausted. His pallor and temperature had improved throughout the night. He still seemed pale, but he no longer looked to be on the edge of death. Emilia sincerely hoped that Casey would be back before he woke up.
After all Emilia didn't want to explain to the man why his silk shirt was in the rag pile with two holes and a nasty blood stain. Nor did she want to explain why he was on her good sofa, instead of in the hospital. She eyed the messy pb&j on her plate and sighed. Casey hadn't had time to cook last night so Emilia would be stuck with sandwiches and cold cuts. Unfortunately, Casey had been up all night in a panic and debating whether she should go back to that alley to see if the other man was okay or if he were actually dead, or had been found and taken by someone. She scoff's lightly and takes a bite of her sandwich. She looks at the clock, and let's out a small sigh. Casey wouldn't be closing her clinic for another four hours.
She sets the plate on the counter and washes her hands. Afterwards she puts on a pair of gloves, and examines the sewn up bullet wound. Emilia slowly and gently examines the gauze covering the sutures with clinical precision. She smiles slightly as she notices no unusual coloration on the gauze.
Emilia stills in her examination of the wound by a soft knocking on the door. Slowly she walks up to the apartment door and peers through the peep hole.
On the other side of the door are two men in suits. She stiffens debating on whether to answer on not. She takes slow even breaths as she takes a step back. They knock a second time. Her gaze drifts to the unconscious man on the sofa. Then back to the door, silently she closes the peephole cover and steps away from the door.
Theres another knock on the door. Emilia carefully remains still hoping the men will believe that no one is home.
"Are you sure this is the place, Louie?" A voice rings out from behind the door.
"Yeah, took a bit, but yeah, cleaners were complaining about... blood."
"Yeah well." the other man responded.
Silently Emilia cursed, she froze as she heard footsteps a down the hall.
"Um, hi. Do you need anything?" The voice of her roommate called out.
The men turned to face Casey, who had left work early.
"Yeah, we just wanna know if you picked up anything strange last night. Heard the cleaners complaining about blood in the hallways and we just wanted to make sure everything was alright." the older of the two men inform Casey their eyes drifting to the bag in the blonde's hands.
Casey rubs the back of her head.
"Yeah, some dirtbag was about to put down a stray animal I found last night, and I might have... overreacted. But I already moved the poor thing to my clinic this morning. So no harm no fowl." She lied smoothly.
The men shared a look.
"So, what's the bag for?" the younger of the two men asked.
"Oh, my roommate actually. I'm the better cook between the two of us and I forgot to cook last night. So, I brought this for her as an apology." Casey responded innocently. Opening the bag to reveal takeout from a nearby restaurant.
"So uh yeah, I even talked to the owner about it this morning." Casey responded edging towards the door of her apartment. The older of the men moved in front of the door blocking her attempt.
"I'm sorry but my roommate really is waiting for me in there. So if I could just?" She asks letting her sentence drop off at the end while gesturing towards the door.
"I'm Louie. You mind if we ask a few questions first?" the older of the tells her while running a hand through graying hair.
"Casey and I, um, sure?" she replies unsurely with a shrug.
"Now other than that... stray? did you manage to catch anything else odd out there?"
"No, not at all. I just focus on my little vet clinic and um are you guys FBI or... Something?" Casey asked nervously.
"Yeah, something like that, now then I'm afraid we're the ones asking the questions." Louie responded calmly while crossing his arms.
"Ok, So um other than the stray animal there really wasn't anything strange going on."
Louie paused debating on whether to press further, but if he did he ran the risk of real FBI or cops getting involved. He sighed and pulled out a business card.
"If you remember anything new, give me a call." He told her calmly and walked away, gesturing for the other man to follow him.
As soon as the were out of earshot the younger man scowled.
"Why didn't press that gal further, Louie she looked ready to crack." He asked.
"It's because of how nervous she seemed, Ethan. If pushed too hard she might have tried to reach out to the real authorities. Something we don't want remember the cops aren't as tolerant as they used to be. They're already looking for whoever took out Jones last night remember." Louie informed him in low tone looking around for any cameras or other recording devices.
Ethan nodded at Louie taking his word to heart.
"you mean back in your father's day..."
TW: death mentions (implied and actual) accidental kidnapping, threatening
Xigu returned late into the night, and he came to say hello to me.
“So, Nico, how’re you adjusting?”
“I- I miss my family.”
“We can try to go see them tomorrow… if you can guarantee they won’t try to kill you…”
“No! They won’t! I- we’ve known each other our whole lives!”
“Fine. Go on, go rest up, go take a bath if you desire. I’ll give you something to eat tomorrow morning and we’ll be on our merry little way.”
“Of course, Xigu,”
I laid in bed, and extinguished my little oil lamp, then fell asleep.
When I woke, Xigu gave me a quick meal of some freshly caught deer and began to walk me back to Feales.
It began raining again, so we hid under a set of fallen logs, and Xigu begged me to stay put.
“The drakes, they’ll come out, they like their worms for their little ones, but they’ll eat you if they can get their talons on you!”
And we waited, and eventually, the rain let up. We continued traveling, and came to the place the trees were sparser. I heard giggling, my sister Ria and her friends.
And a ball of animal hide rolled into the trees.
I heard upset groaning and someone challenged Ria to go in and get the ball.
So I kicked it back.
“Who-” I heard one of the little voices say. “Ria! I’ll give you a cool rock I found if you go inside!”
“Okay!”
And she came tromping through. And froze when she saw me.
“Nico?”
She took a step back.
“Momma said you were killed by a shapeshifter. Is it you?”
“Yes, Ria… it is me,”
“Momma!” Ria called.
She ran out and returned a few minutes later.
And my mother had a pitchfork.
“I thought we chased you out, monster. I’ll count to ten and you better be gone, or you’re dead!”
“Mother- I-”
“YOU’RE NOT MY NICO!”
“That’s our cue,” Xigu said, grabbing me. I was dimly aware of something grabbing onto my leg as we flew through sparse trees, back to my new home.
And Ria was the thing on my leg.
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"CAR THIEF IS SURPRISED AS LAD APPEARS," Hamilton Spectator. March 14, 1934. Page 7.
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Little Jack Obernesser Asleep in Father's Automobile When It is Stolen
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Marauder Flees Before Being Accused of Kidnapping
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Toronto, March 13. (CP) Eleven-year-old Jack Obernesser, of 62 Baby Point road, was kidnapped for a while to-night, but he didn't know anything about it and neither did the kidnapper. Jack fell asleep under a blanket in the back seat of his father's car, parked in front of a motor company's show rooms. A man stepped into the car and drove away while the parents were in the motor building.
Jack awoke to find the car speeding along the street with a stranger at the wheel, but he went back to sleep again, believing the driver to be an employee of the motor company trying out the machine.
When the car came to a stop Jack climbed from under the blanket. The man at the wheel noticed him and fled.
During Jack's ride his mother and father, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Obernesser, had the police searching the city for the boy, who finally walked home with the ignition keys of the car, which was found later.
Hamilton Man
The lad is son of Walter and Mrs. Obernesser, who lived in this city for years, and only moved to Toronto about one year ago. Walter Obernesser was prominent here in the sporting world, having brought Bobby Eber and several other fighters to the fore, and later managed Robert Pearce, world's champion sculler.
Last evening Mr. Obernesser had some business to do in downtown Toronto and decided to look at some new cars later, so he took his wife along. As they were leaving the youngster returned home from a lacrosse game at his school, and they took the boy along, but he was so tired after the strenuous game that he climbed into the back seat, covered himself with a heavy blue blanket and fell asleep. When his parents left the machine to look at the cars he was still asleep.
Whumper doing a crime, like stealing a car or something, and they're unaware that Whumpee was there. All they were doing was doing a crime, but oops, there's a person there they didn't see, and Whumper ended up kidnapping them by accident!
What would Whumper do now that they got Whumpee? Do they roll with it and keep Whumpee? Do they realize their mistake and become a whumper turned caretaker?
I finished the Buddie fic so hopefully that brainrot is satisfied enough that I can finish a Destiel WIP. Here's the beginning bit!
“Shit, shit, shit!” Dean whispers, his desperation a little too prominent in every word, even at the quiet volume. Luckily, the only person close enough to hear him is too unconscious to comment. Unfortunately for the man, he probably will comment on the bruises likely forming on his ass from being dragged down a flight of stairs. And what a fantastic ass it is. The dude had looked almost scrawny underneath his tax account getup when he entered the bar, but now Dean is very aware of how built the man is. Castiel, the man had said — and what kind of name is that?— could probably manhandle Dean with little effort and Dean’s finding the accountant with an uneventful life story significantly less believable by the time he gets the man to his car. Dean has never been one to objectify unconscious men he’s kidnapped, but he’s also never kidnapped anyone before so he cuts himself some slack.
No pressure tagging: @father-salmon @snarkythewoecrow @monsterrae1 @cactusdragon517 and anyone else who wants to do it! Consider yourself tagged!!
The only thing Stiles knew for certain about the man who had him planted face first into a car mat—with a heavy boot on his neck—was that the man was a werewolf. The claw marks on his bound wrist were proof of that.
The glowing eyes might have given it away too.
OR
Stiles gets kidnapped by the most inept kidnappers ever. How do you mix up a werewolf/coyote chimera with a human? Seriously... Then he gets stuck because the person they kidnapped him for is none other than Alpha Peter Hale of the Beacon Hills territory. Peter decides he can't just let Stiles go even though he didn't want Stiles to begin with (because politics suck). So now Stiles has to navigate the tricky cultural and political minefield that is being a human inside of werewolf territory. On top of all that he's been starting fires in his sleep. Peter seems to think he can help with that.
Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy this short story from me to you.
Prince Roman’s Very Weird, Very Horrible Day
Summary: The mighty prince Roman had been going home after a humiliating defeat at the hands of the Dragon Witch. But now strange beings have absconded with him. What could they possibly want? Where have they taken him?
“Approaching planet Alpha-Centauri 990, Captain.” The instruments clicked-clacked under the security officer’s eight arachnid appendages.
Remus rolled his eyes. “Noted, Virgey. And for the last time, there’s no need to use our titles here. Its just the three of us.”
Virgil simply focused on his monitors. “As soon as you stop calling me ‘Virgey’, captain.”
Janus rolled his eyes, four of his arms working in syn on the monitors with his top two rose up in the air. “Children. I’m surrounded by children.”
“Yet you signed up for us, daddy-o.” Remus smirked, leaning on his tentacles, taking some of his near disgusting meat jerky out of his pocket before snacking and smacking. “What’s the report?”
Janus tapped the information up onto the big screen. “Terrestrial plant. Stable, for the most part.”
“And with civilizations on the pre-industrial level.” Virgil zoomed in on the scanner’s image of a large, stone-built fortification near a seemingly thriving town. “It falls under prime directive protection then.”
“Pooie. I was wanting to stretch my legs.”
“Sorry Captain. Have to wait for the next planet.”
“Can we at least get some samples or something? Oooh! What’s that?!”
Janus zoomed in on an image. “It, appears to be some sort of, flying lizard?”
“Its so cute!”
“Sure. If you consider claws and sharp teeth cute…”
Remus’s eyes turned dreamy. “Precious.”
Virgil raised an eyebrow, then sighed. “Remus, we’re not getting another pet.”
“But its such a little guy! What could getting one little guy hurt?”
“It could be a dangerous little guy for one thing. And for another, that could be someone’s pet then we’d be upsetting the prime directive.”
“Oh, like they’d think that some stranger from outer space stole their pet. Come on Virgey, these are pre-industrial guys. They’re not going to think like that.”
“Oh let him have it, Virge.” Janus sighed. “You know that’ll save us having to hear him moan and groan about it til next week.”
Virgil turned towards him. “I thought you were being the ‘mature’ one here! We can’t have a pet again.”
“Please!” Remus leaned towards him, eyes big and innocent. “I’ll take complete charge of taking care of it.”
Virgil sighed. “Fine. We’ll get the stupid pet.”
“Ah, thank you!” Remus hug tackled him.
Virgil rolled his eyes as he entered in the commands. “Just remember that its your fault whatever happens.”
“Oh don’t be like that, Virgey. What could possibly go wrong?”
If Roman never saw that dragon witch again, it’d be too soon. All he’d been doing was minding his own business, wandering around the mountain in the bright early morning. How was he supposed to know it had been her mountain?! Now he was stuck like, like…
He exhaled a breath, letting out a small stream of fire. If she was going to turn him into a dragon, why not at least make him a proper one?! One as tall as the mountain?! Why did he have to be his pathetic, weak little thing that barely breathed fire or had claws? The only good part of this were the wings he used to glide to the mountain stream for a drink of water. His new eyes then finally took in his new form. He had to admit, he looked splendid with red, white, and gold dragon scales.
That didn’t help his problem of being a prince who needed to return to be a prince again to do princely duties...He folded himself up, holding his chin in his claw as he paused in thought. Perhaps Logan would know? The royal advisor knew everything. He had studied every magical art in the world. Surely he ought to have an idea of what to do in a situation like this.
Mind made up, he flapped his wings and took to the sky again. Then glided down towards the golden castle of Siclese, smelling the scents of cattle and sheep from the nearby market town even from here. Patton would probably have those delicious sausage rolls made up for him too. Perhaps with some warm milk or…
He stalled. Wait, why wasn’t he moving? He tried to flap his wings, but they were staying still. He was going to plummet! Wait, what was this light? What was happening to him?! The world became overwhelmed with light. Every part of his body was being torn apart!
When the daring prince next awoke, the first thing he noticed as the dark, along with, hisses like some foul beast. Frowning, he stood up, looking around. Then jumped back, wings wide and hissing. By all that was holy! What foul beasts were these?!
The one in the back, leaning against the wall was some, unholy abomination of spider and man with eight black eyes and eight spider legs with an unearthly purple complexion. The second was snake-like and slimy, with one slit green eye that peered at him like some meal while six arms went to work on, some sort of table in front of him. The last one though...Roman slid back further as a, being of emerald green crawled forward on hands, knees, and tentacles. His mouth hiss, snapped, and...cooed?
Was he cooing at him?! Excuse him. He was a prince. The crown prince of Siclese. He would not be cooed at!
The yellow one hissed something out, but the green seemed to ignore it with the way he continued towards him. What were these monsters planning?! He couldn’t let them get away with it!
Desperate, Roman shot a small fireball towards the green one then sought to fly away down the hallway. He was bound to find the way out somehow, right? Maybe soon? Their footsteps and calls echoed behind him, leading him to throw more speed into his wings. He had to get out of here!
Whap. He fell back from, a window? He blinked in confusion. Why had it not broken when he ran into it? There was not a crack to be seen...Come to think of it, hadn’t it been day before? Yet, he could see the stars now against the night sky. It must be later than he thought. How long had he been out?
Holy Hecuba! Why was that globe so giant?! And why was it shining?! He flew closer to the window, desperate to see where he was. Yet, there was no ground, no sign of the ocean, no mountain top. Everywhere was surrounded by a venerable sea of stars, only broken by the bright globe and the moon.
He, he wasn’t anywhere in Siclese, was he.
He fell to the ground as he heard the footsteps catch up behind him.
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“I told you this was a bad idea!” Virgil yelled out as they chased after the fire-breathing flying lizard. Holy Smokes, they’d brought onboard a fire-breathing flying lizard.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spook it like that!”
“You literally did nothing to not spook it! You don’t approach something that fast that you don’t want to spook!”
“As much as I enjoy your arguments, can we please focus on the matter at hand?!”
“Right.” Remus ran forward as fast as his legs and tentacles could take him. He’d really messed up here. Was there a way he could make it up to the little guy? Maybe a treat? The teeth made him seem carnivorous, but he could be an omnivore still.
Focus on catching up with him, Remus. Focus on that first. Oh where could the little guy be?! Oh there he was! They ran forward, to see the little guy shaking by the window, eyes fixed on outer space.
Remus halted, tilting his head. “Hey guys. Stop.”
The others stalled. “But he’s right there! Why-?”
“Shh! Don’t you see him? He’s scared.”
Janus hummed. “...He does seem to be.”
“The thing literally shot fire!”
“Because I scared him.” Remus rolled his eyes. “Seriously Virgey. Let’s give him some space.”
“...You’re still responsible for whatever happens.”
“I know.” Remus then focused back on the lizard, tilting his head. Up close, he could see more how those red and gold scales reflected the light in the room. And that cute tail...Now if he could just get him to not be so scared…How did most people do that?! Oh that’s right!
Remus then bent down, getting about eye level. “Hey little guy…”
The lizard then gasped, and pressed up against the transparent aluminum, every part of him a tremble.
Remus tried to kindly smile. “Been a bit rough for you, hasn’t it.”
The red lizard breathed faster, preparing up his flames again.
Remus just held up a tentacle. “We mean you no harm, little guy. Its alright...You’re safe here…” Then he pulled up some of his dried jerky from his pocket. “You hungry?”
The lizard stilled, head tilted as he looked at the meat.
Remus smiled more. “Yeah. Good meat.” He ate some himself, then drew out more. “Want some?”
A lizard tongue went out of its mouth, startling the little guy.
Remus just chuckled. “Alright then.” Then threw some towards him.
Only for the meat to land right in front of the lizard, his golden eyes filled with murderous disdain.
Virgil couldn’t hide his chuckle. “Seems you found a prissy pet there.”
Remus blinked in confusion. “Come on, who doesn’t like free food?”
“People and animals with more self-respect than to eat what’s thrown at them?” Janus’s six arms shrugged.
“Then how should I feed him?”
“Maybe you should try a pet bowl, captain.”
Remus sighed. “Maybe you’re right...Still, seems like a waste of good food.”
“You are not eating something off the ground!” Virgil tried to grab onto him. “The floor isn’t clean!”
“Eh, I’ve eaten from dirtier.” He broke free and crawled forward.
“Remus!”
The lizard screeched as Remus came closer, throwing itself into the air. Then a bright light flashed into all their eyes as they desperately covered them with their limbs. Once the light left, Remus uncovered his then stared and shuffled backwards.
In front of him now were two new figures. One dressed in some sort of black and blue shiny robe with glasses looked around in stoic interest, skin a deep royal blue with ruby red eyes and pointed ears matched with really black hair and…
His mouth gapped. Wow...That was a sight.
The dragon just squealed in delight then went and nuzzled with the other man, grey-striped feline ears sticking from his curly blonde hair. “Oh my gosh. Roman? What happened to you?!”
Roman loudly chirped then nuzzled in again, glaring at the other three.
Remus just shrugged. “Sorry. You were cute looking.”
Hot glasses guy raised an eyebrow. “So you turned him into a dragon?”
“What? No, he was like that when we saw him!”
“Wait a minute.” Virgil leaned forward. “He’s not naturally like that?!”
“Not in the slightest.” He sighed, then blinked as he took in the window. “...That’s the night sky.”
“That’s odd.” The other guy looked out. “We’d just woke up when you teleported us up here for Roman.”
“Not as odd as the question of how Ventril is part of the night sky.” He pointed to their planet.
“What?!”
“Oh, oops.”
Virgil turned towards Remus. “Opps? That’s all you have to say. The prime directive is now broken, and all you can say is opps?!”
“Prime directive?”
“Look, Roman looked like a regular animal. He still looks like one!” He gestured to him. “There shouldn’t have been any problems with transporting up a regular animal!”
Roman just huffed at that, raising himself up. A dragon was no ordinary creature. Especially when he’d once been a prince. Then he frowned. Why could he understand his speech now? Had they cast some spell over them?
“Translation software complete.” A voice rang from over head. The feline guy yelped and hid behind the hot one, desperately glancing around.
Janus sighed. “Thanks Thomas.”
“Happy to help!”
“Who is that?!” The cat guy gripped the other’s shoulders, ears way back.
“Oh him? That’s our ship AI.” Remus looked up. “Say hi Thomas!”
“Hello.”
“Hi…?” He waved a bit.
“Fascinating…” He pushed up his glasses then examined around more. “Does he have no physical form then?”
“Well...That you’ll see later…”
“Interesting. A shame that we must now depart.”
“Leave?! No, no you can’t leave!”
“Why ever not?” Logan raised an eyebrow.
“Because you guys shouldn’t even be here in the first place!” Remus threw up his tentacles. “If we let you down, we’re in trouble.”
His eyes narrowed. “There will also be trouble if you do not let us return our prince to his home.” The air around him started to thrum and bellow. Roman hugged tighter to the cat guy.
Virgil blinked. “Prince…?”
The cat guy looked at him worriedly. “Logan?”
Sweat started falling from Logan’s skin, then he collapsed to the ground.
“Logan!” The guy hugged him close.
“Caw!” Called out Roman. He flapped worriedly over to him, then hissed at the other three.
Janus raised his hands. “We will not harm you three. However, we do have to deal with the fact that if we let you go, we will be in some serious hot water.”
“And that’s suppose to make us feel better?!”
“Patton…” Logan’s hand went to his head, causing it to settle down as he wrapped his tail around them.
Virgil grimaced. “...We’ll let you guys get accustomed to the idea. For now, let’s get ready some rooms.” He grabbed onto Remus and Janus then pulled them away, leaving the three curled up together by the night vision of their home.
