I've been wanting to write again so comment or dm me a number or a specific prompt with a name from someone from Mr. Love: A Queen's Choice or Obey me and I'll write a short story around your suggestion.
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t.w: yelling, swearing, mentions of kody but no specifics
Arguing.
You and Gavin had been doing that a lot recently. The incubus was furious about the things that had been done to you but also that you are settling for the piss-poor consequences Kody got away with. “I’m just saying, you could be doing so much more.” Gavin huffed, following you around while you cleaned. You had explained that you might once school had settled down but somehow he was still talking about it. You were mad. why couldn’t he just accept your answer?
“Gavin. We’ve had this conversation.” you reminded the annoyingly persistent demon. “But how can you be okay with what he got off on?” He threw his hands up, exasperated. After arguments like these, usually one of you would go for a walk and clear your head, but now he just wasn’t quitting. You threw the duster down, standing up straight. “Look, I get what Kody did to me was shitty but it happens. Shit happens. Bad people do bad things and get a slap on the wrist for it; that’s how life works, that’s how life has always worked and that's how life will continue to work. All I can, and will do, is suck it up and move on. Now whether that's with or without you and your support, is your choice.” You huffed an angry sigh, tired of having to justify your actions. Gavin dropped his head “Fine. I’m out.” You paused for a moment “...You’re out?”
“I’m done.” He met your gaze again, eyebrows furrowed, face tense and eyes burning. You stuck your tongue in your cheek, trying to stop yourself from laughing “Wow, really? okay” “Seriously! I’m done with this, with all of it!” He raised his voice, growing angrier. “All of what? Huh? All of me?” You matched his tone. Both of you were livid and too stubborn and angry to stop.
Why was he like that?
Couldn't he just accept that you didn't wanna be a protestor of your own life, you just wanted it to go away. In short; you were furious. “With all of your self deprecating bullshit! I’m done [Name]. I’m out. I refuse to watch you throw your life away. I tried to help, god knows I tried. But I'm done.” The words were pure venom. Gavin’s face was pure rage and fire. He wasn't backing down. You pushed down all your rage, anger, fear, sadness and pain and in a voice that sounded too dead to be yours, you said “Fine. Get out of my house.” The incubus scoffed, ripping on a coat before getting in your face, shoving a harsh finger into your chest. “Fine. Just know, I never wanted this shit for you. But go on, keep being ‘fine’ and don't come crying to me when you realise just how much you fucked up cause I'm done caring.” and with that he left, slamming the door. You felt everything hit you full force as you collapsed to the ground.
*A new Jaxx waltzes up to Gavin, placing a kiss on his neck. He was in a good mood, for now. * -🍒
Gavin jumps slightly at the contact but slightly relaxes, shivering lightly. "Hi love.." he mumbled quietly to the other. "How was your day?" He asks lightly.
Warnings: Talk of explosions, fire, blood, burns, the boys in pure shock and worry, anger, frustration, denial, fear, deep depression in fact! (20 Ike points to anyone who can tell me what that reference is from in my asks :P) unanswered questions that make you furious that I’m leaving you on yet ANOTHER cliffhanger :D
Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D
Chapter four:
Prologue:
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Kiro stayed on the line after he had heard the explosion. He could barely process, let alone believe what had just happened. He had just heard his hero explode over the phone. Kiro grabbed the remote to the tv in his dressing room and shakily turned it on. He flipped through the channels, convincing himself that if there was nothing there, it was just a prank. The explosion over the phone was a prank. The ground shaking was just a prank. The line going dead was just a prank. This was all just one big prank. Finally, he landed on a breaking news headline.
Ike ‘n Bar Production Company Explodes.
A horrifying picture of a burning, broken building lit up the screen. The remote from Kiro’s hand fell. Savin walked into the room, snapping Kiro out of his head. When he asked what was wrong, Kiro couldn’t respond. Savin got his answer by following Kiro’s eyes to the screen. Savin froze, unable to say anything. It was then that Kiro found feeling in his legs again. He grabbed his coat and ran to the door. He had to make sure she was ok. She had to be. Kiro watched as the ambulances drove past his car and was quick to tell the driver to follow them, praying the hero wasn’t in any of them. Once he made it to the hospital, Kiro ran to the reception desk and told them he was looking for someone. When they asked for a name, he choked. He only knew her by the alias he gave her. She could be gone and he never got her name. Kiro’s stomach plummeted as he struggled to speak, once again, frozen and helpless to help her. Unable to find anything to say, Kiro apologized to the receptionist and left the hospital. All he could do was pray she really was a superhero and she somehow survived the attack.
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Lucien was casually watching tv as he was unpacking for his trip when suddenly the program was interrupted by a breaking news report. A television company had fallen victim to a terrorist attack.
It wasn’t just any company though.
Lucien quickly grabbed his phone and dialed her number.
“I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable.”
After plenty of time spent waiting for an answer and only receiving the same monotone voice, he hung up the phone. Lucien sat on his hotel’s couch, lost in thought. Of course that girl had been caught in trouble the moment he left Loveland. If she had gotten hurt… Lucien’s phone buzzed. He picked it up almost immediately. It was a call to work. He accepted and hung up the phone. Lucien sighed as the story continued to play on the screen. The video showed a wave of people coming out of the building… and, at the very back of the group
was Her.
Lucien stood from the couch and walked closer to the screen, trying hard to read her face and study her body for any injuries. The screen seemed to have glitched and a man appeared in front of her, blocking Lucien’s view of the girl. The man took her in his arms and he started running to the ambulances right as the screen cut back to the reporter. Lucien cursed and leaned his forehead on the screen. He had fallen too deeply into this girl’s life. But there was no backing out now. Lucien sent the girl a quick text, telling her to text him as soon as she could. Lucien then texted the girl’s foster father, asking about what had happened. After a few minutes of waiting, Lucien had concluded that neither of them would be responding any time soon. Lucien leaned his head back on the screen and closed his eyes, making a silent promise to her that he would make sure the person behind the attack would be dealt with.
And Lucien himself would personally see to it.
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Victor had been in a meeting when the building exploded. The impact of the blast shook LFG and the glass just behind him. Victor quickly got out of his chair as worried murmurs swept the conference room. Victor tried to calm everyone down but it wasn’t long until an intern quickly rushed into the room with the news that a building a couple blocks away had exploded. Victor froze in place. The face of a poker faced girl came to mind. The girl who he had just began to bond with, whom he had bickered with, whom he had shared a profound conversation with,... the girl who had stopped his heart with one smile. Victor stood up from his seat and evacuated everyone from the building. He pushed his way through the crowd and out the front doors of LFG, telling himself that she was fine. She was safe. That explosion had nothing to do with her. She had to be fine. She had to be. But he was proven wrong after one last turn of a street corner. Ashe fell like snow from the air, landing delicately in Victor’s raven hair as he stood, dumbstruck at the scene that played in front of him. Debris coated the streets as bright flames rose from the familiar building. They had completely engulfed the building, but the fire had pushed most prominently through the large hole that sat on the side of the building, on the tenth story. One that the girl had complained about working in before to him. Victor hurried to the hoards of ambulances and police cars in front of the building, hoping to be of some help, but hoping even more to find the girl safe and unharmed. People came out of the building one by one. Victor came to each of their aid, helping whoever he could, asking them all the same question.
Where was their boss?
None of them gave him a straight answer, only further watering the ever growing plant of fear in his chest. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the doors opened one last time and Ike appeared from them. She was unsteady and coughing intensely as she leaned on the door for support. She was covered in soot and blood splashed various places on her clothes, mostly centered around her left shoulder where a large portion had been burned dangerously. Victor made sure that he was the first one to her side, and was surprised when she fell to the floor before he got to her. He helped her up and asked if she was ok, trying his best to keep his eyes on her face and not her bloodied shirt. She ignored his questions and replaced them with her own, asking if everyone made it out ok and if there was anyone she missed. Victor grew impatient of her selflessness and picked her up from the ground and held her in his arms. He reassured her that he would get her to safety as he ran to his car. The girl sunk into his arms as the shock of the situation finally sunk in, knocking her unconscious.
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Gavin was being released from the hospital when the man had arrived with his partner in his arms. Gavin didn’t recognize her at first, as she was covered in soot and wearing a large suit jacket around her. The man rushed to the reception’s desk and begged for assistance. The receptionist spoke in a calm voice as she asked for the man’s name and the patient’s. When Gavin heard her name come from the man’s mouth, he felt his blood drain from his body. He listened intently as the man hurriedly told the receptionist what happened and how important it was for her to get a room. Gavin watched wordlessly as a stretcher was pulled out and to the man with the girl in his arms. The man placed the girl delicately onto the stretcher and the doctors immediately started pulling her away and behind the doors, away from them and into the emergency room. Gavin watched the man who had brought the girl. He shakily walked to the waiting area and sat down in one of the waiting room chairs. He immediately sank his face into his hands. Ones of which was covered in soot and blood. Blood that Gavin could only hope was the man’s. Eli, an old comrade of Gavin’s who had been signing Gavin out, patted his shoulder reassuringly, wordlessly telling him to go to her. Gavin didn’t hesitate in accepting his request. Gavin had to do a bit of waiting, but when he finally got the all clear, he was the first person in her room. The image of the girl’s body being connected to loads of blinking machines burned a spot in Gavin’s mind. Her body was cleaned from the soot from before, only to be replaced by red splotches from burns that had covered most of her body. Her arm had been wrapped in gauze all the way up to the shoulder, steadily soaking up the blood from the injury she had underneath. Gavin sat by her side and took her hand in his. After a moment of staring at her face, hoping for her to wake up, he realized something. This was the second time in weeks she had been in an explosion. That couldn’t be a coincidence. That masked man couldn’t have been targeting Evolvers.
He had been targeting her.
Gavin kissed the back of Ike’s hand and whispered a promise to her. One he had no intention of breaking.
Warnings: Mild torture (it really isn’t as bad is it sounds), Minor cursing (nothing bad. Just ‘hell’ really. Honestly, it will never be anything more then that here :P), ANGST (fINally getting to the angst and I can’t get enoUGH), and cliffhangers :D
(Chapter One parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, chapter two’s prologue, parts one, two, and three here :))
((Please read the author’s note on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D))
Chapter Two:
Part four:
Gavin reached for the door knob to the interrogation room effortlessly before I stopped him.
“Wait.” I said, pulling him to face me, “ What’s the plan?”
“To get him to talk?” Gavin answered, questionably.
“No,” I rolled my eyes, “I mean what strategy do we have to get him to talk? Are we going in with good cop, bad cop? If so I want to be bad cop. Question, can I hit the perp?”
“Don’t hit the perp.” Gavin’s tone was one only an idiot would receive, “There is no strategy. We go in, we tell him what we know, he tells us who he is working for, and we leave.”
“So your plan is to just… wing it?”
“Pretty much.”
“That’s a terrible plan, Bird Cop.”
“....Bird Cop?”
I felt my cheeks burn slightly. Kiro's name calling must have rubbed off on me. I cleared my throat, “I figured it fit best for the cop who ‘wings’ everything.” I gave him a defiant look. He gave me one of annoyance. I continued, “If he didn’t tell you about working for someone before, he sure isn’t going to do it now. How often do you get people to confess with that strategy?”
“It worked for you, didn’t it?” Gavin deadpanned. I scoffed with defiance but felt my ears burn slightly. He got me there. Before I could retaliate, Gavin opened the door.
I looked inside to see the gunman sitting at the table. He was carelessly looking around the room when Gavin strode in. He didn’t seem too worried about being there, which made my suspicions rise.
Gavin walked into the room first and spoke to the gunman. “Sorry for the wait.”
“No problem, you’re a busy man. I get it.”
Gavin looked back at me with a look that screamed, He gets it! I rolled my eyes as I strode into the room. Hickman and I made eye contact. The fear that should have been in his eyes before were there now, radiating an intensity I had never seen before. He froze in place, locking every joint to keep himself from running away.
“What is she doing here?” He quaked, maintaining eye contact with me.
“We found that your stories didn’t quite match up.” Gavin said casually as he took a seat across from the gunman, “I brought her in so we could clarify some things. Is that alright?” Hickman looked as if he were about to shake his head. I intensified my glare and folded my arms. He cowered slightly and nodded. I nodded as well and shut the door, cutting out the sound of the bustling hallway, and any means of escape for Hickman. The room’s air was tense as the silence set in. I made my way to the table and took the chair next to Gavin. Hickman laced his hands together and placed them on the table, leaving him in an open and innocent looking pose. Gavin opened the file and pulled out a blank piece of paper. “Why don’t you tell us that story again, Hickman.”
“Haven’t I said it enough?” Hickman asked impatiently as he kept glancing at me nervously.
"We just want to get our facts straight." Gavin pulled a pen out of his shirt pocket and clicked it expectantly. Hickman sighed.
"It's as I said," he started, carefully choosing each of his words, "taking money is easier than making it. I was hiding behind the dumpster to get my next victim. When Ikamara and the kid came along, I made my move. They refused to give me their money so I gave them a warning shot. Just to the shoulder! When the bullet hit her," Hickman shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "the bullet bounced off like it was nothing. I freaked out and tried to run but the next thing I knew I woke up here. With a huge headache, might I add." Hickman flashed me a glare. I squinted my eyes slightly.
"See, that's where the stories vary." Gavin said as he finished writing the report down, "Ike said-" I held up a hand to stop Gavin. He did as such, politely letting me speak.
"How do you know my name?" I asked slowly.
Hickman's eyes widened slightly, "W-what?"
"You said 'Ikamara and the kid.' How do you know my name?"
"Your brother shouted it when I shot you." Hickman quickly said.
“Ah, right." I nodded and leaned back in my chair. Hickman breathed a slight breath of relief. “One more question,” I kept my tone steady as I leaned forward onto the table, "How did you know he was my brother?" Hickman froze. His teeth were clenched and sweat was now steadily forming on his upper, unshaven lip. His breathing seemed ragged but he kept his eyes on me. The room became eerily quiet as we waited for his answer. Hickman was silent, whether it was by choice or because he was paralyzed with fear.
"Who do you work for, Hickman?" Gavin snapped right to the point, breaking the silence and Hickman's eye contact with me. Hickman seemed to regain his ability to move as he started to shake slightly.
"N-no one!!" He quaked, "this was a job I did alone!"
“Job?” I jumped into the questioning, “What do you mean by ‘job?’”
“Nothing! I don’t mean anything! I’m not getting paid!!”
“Quit lying, Hickman.” Gavin pushed.
“Maybe he’s not,” I thought out loud, “He confessed so quickly. Maybe he was going to be paid in bail. After he was found guilty, he’d be thrown in jail for attempted murder. Maybe he was promised he’d be bailed out.” I read Hickman’s face as he reacted to my words. The creeping sweat that escalated down his face said enough, “But why? Who would want to out Evolvers that bad? Who knows about me being an Evolver? Who are you working for?!” I put enough intent into that last sentence to make something in Hickman snap.
“I want a lawyer!!” Hickman blurted out. He looked as surprised by his words as Gavin and I did. There was a moment of tense silence. Gavin sighed and stood up.
“Where are you going?!” I asked, stopping Gavin from walking out the door.
“I’m going to get him a lawyer.” He said in a flat tone. He looked up at Hickman, “But don’t you dare think that this is over.” Gavin continued walking to the door. Anger boiled inside of me. If Gavin walks out that door, Hickman walks away scott free and millions of Evolvers would be put in danger. I couldn’t let that happen.
I stood up, but instead of walking out, I grabbed a hold of Hickman’s wrists from the table. “What are you doing?” Gavin’s voice sounded stern but uncertain, “Let’s go.” I ignored him and looked Hickman dead in the eye.
“You know who I am. You know what I can do.” I spoke in a manner that was darker than the circles under the gunman’s eyes, “What you may not know is that I have a problem with empathy and self restraint. So I’m going to ask this one more time,” I tightened my grip on Hickman’s wrists, “Who are you working for?” Hickman stayed silent. I strengthened my hold further. I heard Hickman whimper slightly.
“S-stop!” Hickman pleaded, trying to pull away from my tight hold.
“Not until I get my answer.” I tightened even further. Hickman groaned.
“Ike.” Gavin called to me. I ignored him again as I inched my fingers closer together around his wrist. Hickman yelped in pain.
“I-I don’t know his name!” Hickman finally spoke up, “A-and he wore a mask! I don’t know what he looks like!”
“That’s not good enough, Hickman. Give me more information. What kind of mask?”
“A black mask! W-with a green beetle on the forehead”
“How did you guys meet?”
“I found a card on my front door with an address on the back of it! It had the words ‘meet me if you want a job.’ That’s it!”
“What was the address?”
“Hills Warehouse Wall!” Hickman groaned slightly. I held on to his wrists, enjoying the pain in his eyes. Thoughts of how he hurt Sam flooded my mind. How he made him cry. How he brought him into the world I tried so hard to hide from him. How scared he was when my life was at risk… how he smiled when he found out I was a...superhero.
Finally, I let go of Hickman, standing straight as I did so. I opened my mouth to thank him but someone grabbed my arm. Before I knew it, I was being dragged out of the interrogation room by Gavin. The look on his face was the same as the hold on my arm, tight and unmoving.
He threw me into the hall as he slammed the door behind him. I yanked my arm out of his grip. “What the hell, man!?” I growled, backing away slightly from Gavin, rubbing the arm he had grabbed.
“I should be asking you that!” Gavin said through his teeth, regaining the distance I had made between us, “What was that?!”
“What? I got the answer, didn’t I?”
“You didn’t get it in the right way! That was against the law! You acted like a criminal!”
“I acted in a manner that got us the answer. Wasn’t that what you wanted?!”
“No! Where did you get that idea!?”
“When you told me to wing it!” I thrust my hands in the air, “That was me winging it!”
“That is not winging it.” Gavin thrust his finger in my face, “That was torture!”
“I wasn’t actually going to break his wrists! How little do you think of me?!”
“People who get answers from anyone through pain are the scum of this Earth.” Gavin snapped, “I thought you of all people would understand that!”
“That man was willing to hurt innocent people if it meant he got paid! A man like that deserves-”
“Justice! He deserves justice, which is what my job is! Dealing out justice to those who deserve it! Do you realize who you are mimicking when you act that way?!”
My eyes went wide. “Gavin, don’t you d-”
“Your father!” Gavin’s voice carried over the entire police station, making everybody go silent. The only thing that could be heard was Gavin’s heavy breathing and harsh words as he continued, “Your father thought the only way he could get you to do what he wanted was through… through...” Gavin’s tense face eased as he locked eyes with me. A raging glare had found itself on my face. I clenched my fist so tight that my knuckles grew white and shook under the pressure. I felt a lump in my throat forming. How dumb was I to think that Gavin would ever change? rage-induced thoughts filled my mind, He is still the same arrogant, self-centered, nark that I have always known. This is what I get for listening to a thirteen-year-old. This is why I can’t trust a soul. They find some way to make me miserable.
Gavin read my face, then the room, and realized his mistake. “Ike,” He spoke softly. The sound of his voice made me want to rip my ears off, “Ike, I’m so sorry. I-I got carried away. I didn’t mean-” Gavin reached out to console me but I slapped his hand away. I needed to leave that place. To leave him.
I quickly turned on my heel and walked briskly down the hall to the exit. The people who were watching in the hallway moved quickly out of my way as I walked, sensing the deadly air I gave off. In that moment, I could’ve broken anyone who had gotten in my way... Thus proving Gavin’s point. I walked a little faster.
“Ike, wait!” Gavin jumped to catch up, “I really didn’t mean to bring it up!” I rolled my eyes. Yeah right. “I’m so-” Someone stepped out of the crowd to block me from the exit. I looked up at the face of the perpetrator, giving them a death glare as I did so. It was the chief of the police department, Joeseph Michaels. With his dark skin, deep brown eyes, massive height, and his blue police uniform, he seemed almost imitating. Almost.
“Move it.” I demanded through my teeth.
“Woah,” Captain Michaels chuckled, “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today!” I glared at him as Gavin caught up and stood next to the two of us. The captain looked around the department. “Don’t you all have a job to do?!” He called. Everyone snapped to and started their regular bustle again. This time though, everyone supported the same flushed, red cheeks and flustered expressions. Captain Michaels brought his attention back to Gavin and me. He smiled kindly. I folded my arms and held my glare.
“I saw you two working together in the interrogation room.” He simply said. Gavin and I tensed.
“How much did you see?!” We both asked at the same time.
“All of it!” The captain chuckled slightly, “Right up until he asked for a lawyer. You two worked very well together.” Gavin and I relaxed and looked at each other. There was a sense of sensitivity in his eyes. I rolled my eyes and moved my absent glare towards the ground. I’m not getting roped into that stare again.
“Thank you, sir.” Gavin cleared his throat and held out his hand to Captain Michaels. He accepted the gesture and shook Gavin’s hand firmly. What a suck up.
“You know, it got me thinking.” The captain said, retracking his hand, “Maybe we could hire Ike on as a consultant on this case.” I pulled my attention away from the floor and to the chief.
“What?!” Gavin and I protested at the same time.
“Yeah!” He smiled, “It would be great! Ike can help you with the information in the case and Gavin can help you get the clearance and materials. Besides, Gavin tells me you two are neighbors! You can meet up in a nice homey spot! After checking in with me, of course.” Gavin and I looked at each other then back at Captain Michaels.
“No offence, Joe.” I said with full offence intended, “But I’d rather gag myself with a spoon.”
“And I would provide her the spoon.” Gavin added. His voice still made me cringe in disgust, even when he was agreeing with me.
“You guys are already working together!” Captian Michaels patted us both on the shoulders as he walked past us, “I’ll send Gavin the files tonight and you two can look over them together when he gets home. I expect a progress report by the end of tomorrow! And Gavin,” Captain Michaels turned and eyed Gavin, who slightly straightened his posture next to me, “Be a gentleman and take her home. She deserves some rest.” He then turned back around and walked away. There was dead air between Gavin and I. Gavin opened his mouth.
“Don’t.” I held my finger up, “Just don’t.” Gavin closed his mouth. I turned and resumed my walk to the exit.
“Captain’s orders, Ike!” Gavin shouted back to me, “Let me take you home!” I continued to the door, silent. There was no way I was going to sit alone in the car with him. Not again. There was no way he could make me. I looked down at my watch… the next bus wouldn’t be by for another three hours. I sighed and stopped walking. I sucked on my teeth as I contemplated whether or not it would be worth it. Finally, I turned and saw Gavin hadn’t moved from his spot.
Gavin how do you feel that you killed your baby (ANGST)
Gavin frowns at the words. "it wasn't my fault okay? And I know that well now. I couldn't help that and you can't make me feel bad for it. I've had time to heal so fuck off." He hisses.
