#filed: drabble

[millsmonroe]

Millie was preparing for her last class of the day to arrive in half an hour when the news broke. Her alert for the news went off and she watched as the arrest unfolded on her tiny phone screen. Her brown eyes narrow as the man looks familiar and then it becomes obvious why she knows him. She felt the phone fall out of her hands and onto the counter as she gasped. “No,” she shook her head, “No, they’ve got it wrong. It’s not Danny. It can’t be Danny.” Her hands were shaking as she picked the phone back up and finished watching the news segment.

She immediately cancels her last class and leans back against the nearest wall and falls down to the floor. Images of them as kids having sleepovers, them running on fig beach, Danny grabbing her from behind and spinning her around in the halls of the high school, her first kiss with him, etc all flood her mind as tears roll down her cheeks. “He wouldn’t hurt anyone,” she whispered and repeated over and over again.

Twenty minutes later she wipes her cheeks and stands up with a newfound mission. She was going to head to the police station, so she locks up the studio and heads to the station without Ronnie calming her down. She wanted to give them a piece of her mind and she also knew their approval for clearance would be the only way she could get into the county jail.

The moment she walks up to the door she beelines for the receptionist. “I’d like to talk to the chief about seeing Danny,” she says and the nearest officier overhears and comes over.

“Miss Monroe, we can’t allow that.”

“Why not? He didn’t do this. You’ve got it wrong again. Danny wouldn’t hurt anyone,” she said as hot, angry tears rolled down her cheeks. “He’s…he’s not his father.” She paused before saying again, “I want to talk to the chief,” as she pushed past the officer. Millie didn’t get very far before the officer grabbed her and she screamed. “Let me go! I want to see Danny! Just tell the jail I want to see him!” She kicked and threw her arms around until more officers came and she ended up assaulting one in a vulnerable spot with one of her kicks.

She was thrown into a cell for a few hours while her one phone call went to her father, who is a lawyer. After he arrived and was filled in, Millie was free to go and there were no charges pressed to avoid her father pressing charges, considering she hadn’t done anything to warrant being grabbed and restrained. She went back home to her parent’s house in Hove Lake and she walked down to Danny’s house that night and stood back and watched with tears in her eyes as the cops tore it apart. She promised herself that she’d find a way to talk to him eventually and that she’d tell him she’d never stop believing he’s innocent.

[millsmonroe]

Her phone buzzed as a text came in and she picked it up to see who it was from, but she immediately dropped her phone when she saw the name. She stood there frozen as it hit the ground with soft thud. How was this even possible? She knew it couldn’t be the actual sender so who the hell texted her? Her stomach sank as she had a sinking feeling she might know who it is — the shadow. Millie picked up her phone again and read the text over:

[ From: Heidi ] let’s for go a swim

A swim? That wasn’t ominous at all but it was a clue and in this moment she could take action and do more than the police were doing. She immediately began thinking of all the places to swim in town. Fig beach or the Royal pools. The latter made more sense as everyone was combing fib beach. She knew she couldn’t sit around waiting on the police. No, she had to take action herself even if it might be reckless and dangerous. Huh, maybe some of Danny’s impulsiveness had rubbed off on her over the years.

She didn’t think twice before she grabbed her keys, slipped her tennis shoes, and grabbed a knife from the kitchen before running out of her apartment and speeding off in her car the moment she started it and put it into drive. Millie didn’t obey any rules of the road as she wanted to get to the pool in record time. She didn’t even turn her car off when she arrived but she grabbed the knife before she hopped out and ran to the pool. “Heather?” She practically screamed as she approved the fence and threw the knife over before she began climbing the fence to get into the pool area. Her adrenaline was running as she landed on the other side and picked up the knife and began looking around. “Heather?” She screamed again, her brown eyes darting everywhere in case the shadow was still there.

She went up to the pool when there was no response and that’s when she saw the blonde hair like a halo floating in the water. “Oh my god, Heather. I’m coming.” She said as she kicked her shoes off and placed her phone off to the side a safe distance before she dived in while holding the knife. Millie didn’t waste much time examining things until she was in the water and that’s when she saw the weight holding Heather underwater and the ropes tying the girl’s hands. She used the knife to free Heather from the weight and undo her hands too so she could wrap the girl’s arm around her and hold her as she swam to the surface with her other hand still holding the knife.

Once she broke through the surface, she took a deep breath of air, coughing a little as she held Heather tighter so the girl wouldn’t slip away. Thank god for the adrenaline helping Millie swim quickly and get the two of them to the side of the pool. She laid Heather’s body down and immediately dialed 911, yelling at them that she found Heather and she was at the pool and needed an ambulance. All she could see was blue — she didn’t know if it was because of the pool or Heather’s blue lips — as she began performing CPR on Heather. “Come on Heather, breathe,” she coaxed, and she’d keep up the CPR until the paramedics finally arrived.

[millsmonroe]

police interrogation after the murders ; tw: blood & death

Her ears are ringing; all she sees is red as she looks down at her hands and dress while her leg nervously shakes underneath the lavender fabric. The cops had to pull her away reasonably quickly for questioning, considering she wouldn’t leave Heidi’s body, and kept insisting the paramedics do something more even after they had declared her dead.

The question has to be asked three times before she even registers that the cops are talking to her. Millie is still trying to process that Heidi is gone and so is another woman, Camila. While she didn’t know the latter, her heart still breaks for those who did, for those who are feeling the pain of losing these loved ones. It didn’t seem fair that their lives were cut so short and how many more lives would be lost until the police took this seriously?

“Miss Monroe, you’re going to have to answer the questions or else be considered uncooperative.”

She slowly glances up at them and asks, “What was the question?”

“What was your relationship to the victims?”

“I…I’m a bridesmaid so I think that tells you I was pretty close to…to,” she pauses as she looks back down at her hands dried with Heidi’s blood and she can’t get Heidi’s name out, “but I didn’t really know Camila.” The cops both nod and one of them seems to write something down, but she doesn’t see what it is. Her eyes narrow slightly as she already doesn’t have faith that they’re capable of solving the case of who committed these murders.

“What do you do for a living?”

She actually scoffs as this question only serves to prove her point that the cops are incompetent at their jobs. “What does my job have to do with anything? Shouldn’t you be asking if I saw anything weird or something?”

“Did you see anything weird?”

“No.” She raises a brow as if she’s daring them to ask her what her job is again, but thankfully, they seem to get the hint and move on to the next question. Her emotions were starting to get the better of her as her annoyance grew alongside the adrenaline still streaming through her blood. It felt like they weren’t even trying to do their jobs and asking the stupidest throwaway questions.

“Given the time of death, where were you at the time?”

Millie actually couldn’t stop the laugh that fell from her lips — it was the kind of laugh that stems from that feeling of disbelief that someone could ask such a stupid thing. “Excuse me? Are you accusing me? Because I’m going to need my lawyer.”

“We’re not accusing you — just establishing where everyone was at during the murders.”

“I was dancing, alright?” Her annoyance was turning into actual anger at this time because they clearly didn’t know how to do their job. She certainly hoped they wouldn’t think Danny had killed his own sister, but the way the cops were quick to jump at any suspicion made her skin crawl. “Why don’t you google some better questions real quick before you interrogate the next person since it’s pretty obvious you don’t know how to do your job, and this time you better not arrest another innocent person.” she spat.

“Miss Monroe please calm down before we have to charge you with disorderly conduct.”

“You sure like to threaten anyone who dares to tell you to do your actual job. I think we’re done here. I’d like to be able to clean my friend’s blood off my hands.”

[rxdwhirlpool]

⊗

⊗ Deciding which sweets to buy for the candy bowl

hyugaa

"Hina-chan come on! We have to buy the best candy!" It was a strange sight to see; Kushina Uzumaki, tugging along Hinata Hyuuga to the town market to purchase candy for Halloween. Normally, you should’ve seen a young girl getting this excited for a holiday that involved Halloween and dressing up. But truth was.. this was Kushina’s most favorite holiday. Why? 

                                Everyone was a monster. 

Of some sort, at least. Maybe it was the fact that there was a small part of her that was still affected by the word, afterall, harboring the Kyuubi and everyone finding out… it wasn’t the best. But those thoughts were dropped when she saw the stands. “Hina-chan, what kind of candy do you like?” Kushina wasn’t really sure when she started calling Hinata ‘Hina’ but she thought the nickname had been picked up from Naruto’s pet name for her. Kushina waited a moment longer because she knew how somber and soft spoken thegirl was, so she could understand. 

"We should get something sweet.I bet the children would like it!" 

Kushina’s eyes brightened immediately. She adoredseeing the kids on Halloween. Especially since they were full of hope and really got into the spirit. It was probably her motherly side, but she was so excited for the holiday. She was especially glad Hinata was here, helping her purchase candy for said event.

Kushina was grabbing handfuls and handfuls of the individually wrapped sweet treats. Sharing a few words between each purchase, Kushina had realized she was actually having a ton of fun. Here and there she would also throw halloween decorations in the baskets,hoping Minato wouldn’t be too upset if they spent a little more than what he had asked (and pleaded ) her to spend. but it was halloween. It was mandatory.

        “Thank you Hinata,for letting me drag you out here.” Kushina beamed as they walked down the street tugging baskets full of candy. She giggled. 

She could tell the words had effectedHinata somehow,because she smileda little more genuine than before.Kushina was most happy, and if you asked hershe would say the same thing over again.She was most happy to spend this day withMinato and Naruto, but she was overjoyedWhen she got to do small things like this. with Hinata coming along, it felt right.because she was family too. at least to Kushina she was.

[mayhemthroughmischief]

24. Music/Song

24. Music/Song

Music is another life force in Asgard, it's the heart beat of a warrior nation, the beat on which Asgard's marches into the future to. Where ever you go, the proud halls of ornate gold are never silent unless there's a reason to cease the beat. Music in Asgard is not the most literal sense, the instruments one plays upon, but rather Asgard in it's entirity from the low hums of fair maidens to the roaring shouts of seasoned Warriors. Loki remembers it well, for no matter where he chose to conceal himself away, how far from the main halls even in his most quiet seclusion; there was always a hum in the air, upon the wind, and vibrating on the solid tables he would perch ancient tomes and writings. The irritable pride which sprang from taking the time to lean back and leisurely waste a moment in time to simply hum in time. It's in quiet contemplation now, sat in the lavish apartment of deep golds, matte blacks and emerald greens. Where the air is doesn't carry familiar notes, instead filled with mechanical and monotonous nonsense which gives him a headache. His coffee (dripped with a double shot of expresso from the local coffee shop, he likes the strong taste) resting next to extensive notes written in Asgardian and coded further, throwing knife twirled between long fingers. The trickster likes to visit those times, filled with the glittering hum of songs and music in the air. In these moments, though he's loathe to even admit it to himself, he misses the never silent halls.