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[theincredibledash]

Don’t Hold Me Back || Dab

Prom 2 had sucked even more than the first. Way more. Dash would never have guessed, given that Prom 1 had essentially been a bust too. Now he and JJ weren’t really on speaking terms, which made two for two (ever since he’d deleted Vi’s stuff, he could barely stand to hold a conversation about the weather with her). 

Dash felt more alienated than ever. He could only cry about it in his room alone for so long. He shared it with his brother after all. He felt trapped. There wasn’t a single place he could hide away to. A place yet untouched by vicious words and actions. 

He wished he could just run. Like really run. It had been so long since he’d used his speed. Rome had really been the last time, and ever since coming home, he’d been good about it. But now he was getting the itch for it again, and it was bad. Hadn’t his parents promised to find him a good secluded place for him? It had been a while since he’d pestered them about it. Maybe it was time to bring the subject up again.

“Hey Dad,” Dash began while the two were putting away their Fourth of July things in the garage, “did you find a place for me to run yet?”

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[arthur-of-camelot]

The Good Samaritan | Burr

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Sheriff Arthur Pendragon was ready to smack his head against a wall or two. Most days Arthur was proud to be Swynlake’s new sheriff. He wanted to do the place justice, and he was working his hardest to do so. But there were days like this one where the complaints that came in were really...they irked Arthur. 

Particularly because one citizen had complained to them a dozen different times over all kinds of small issues that he deemed was important and needed to take up the police’s time. Mr. Moon made a persistent case, and his secretary notified him so often that he finally returned a call just to state that they would be on the case.

What case did that end up giving him? One of some graffiti that seemed to be covering a wall. Arthur took a deep breath and let it out again, grabbing his badge and all and stepped out of his office to look for his deputy. “Bob we need to head out. Got a complaint...or a couple dozen complaints. We’re gonna have to address one of them at least.”

[theincredibledash]

Don’t Freak Out || dab & hush

Dash was panicking.

Hand still covering his bleeding nose, he ran through Swynlake, pain pounding to the fast beat of his heart. He played the scene over and over again in his head.  Ariel glaring at him. The moment his words cut too deep. The change in her tone, her eyes. Her arm pulling back, launching forward. Too quick for him to react.

Wrong! He was quicker than she could ever be. But she had retaliated, something he never thought she would do. And he couldn't react to a punch he never expected to be thrown.

What was he going to tell his parents? What would he tell the Ashleys? Would Ariel tell everyone? Was his reputation about to be ruined? His heartbeat quickened as fear gripped him. 

No, no, he could lie. He'd craft a story. Vague, but believable enough. Yeah, that would work.

As he thought over his fabricated story, he came up on his house and slowed to a walk. It was the slowest walk he could manage. Every step closer to the door, he imagined the reactions of everyone inside. On the doorstep, he looked down to see the front of his jacket spattered with his blood. His stomach knotted up as he fumbled for his keys and clumsily unlocked the door. He pushed it open, looking down at first, then glancing up. 

"Hey-hey Mom?" he called out nervously. “Don’t freak out, but- I think I need to go to the doctor...”

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