It had been a long month and a half to say the least, but after laying low and licking his wounds, Deathstorm finally was starting to feel like his old self again, to an extent. He was still eerily quiet most nights, his eyes now darkened by the revenge being honed behind his pupils. He hadn't forgotten what Jay did to him; how he made him suffer in blinding pain when death would have been the humane thing to do, all because of his heroes didn't kill complex. Unfortunately for the Crimson speedster, Deathstorm was no hero, and had every intention of dragging out the other man's death when the time was right. He paced by a side window of the lair in only black pants, a jagged scar cutting underneath his left pec and upper abdominals where the other man had reached through him, still not completely healed. "How are you feeling?" He asked Zoom; sensing he was nearby even if he wasn't in his immediate line of sight. His partner had been dealing with his own set of issues; namely side effects from the Velocity 9. "Good enough for a trial run?" He followed up, watching a streak of Crimson fly down the street below. He knew from the red glow this was a speedster was a nuisance from the force, and not their typical gilded opposition. Calculating as ever, Deathstorm was also curious to see the extent in which the other man was effected by the speed drug to better determine what their next course of action should be. @hunterxzolomon
GENERAL NOTES → Spending some time together and being cuties.
SANTANA LOPEZ
The last of the markings completed the set of red hearts on the silver CD. The mix tape wasn't just some silly attempt to get Puck to laugh, but a grueling hour of tracking down some heartfelt music. Boys II Men, Taylor Swift, The Maine, and every corny sap of music she felt fit them perfectly. A small project to distract her from her decreasing high, lonely mind, and needy ways. A platform to sniff the last bit of coke in her packet so she could at least function during the evening. Enable Tana to come alive instead of the drone that was practically lifeless without some kind of high running through her system.
None of that mattered as she packed her bags. Slipping on her silk PJ bottoms whilst her teeth still chattered from the ice cold water that she had to wash in. But none of it mattered, because the first time in a while, she felt alive. It was an eery feeling, to know a chunk of her sanity and happiness relied on one person. That he could simply vanish and for the first few days she felt lost. Deluded in a fear he wouldn't come back, and the cold reality that love wasn't just a three letter word, but it was what sunk into her heart. It was a reality she was immersed in with him, and feared when he was away.
As daunting thinking strung through her mind for the first half of her scavenger hunt for clothing, it finally dipped into her memories with him. A smile began to bloom onto her soft features. But it was the shuffle outside and her window beginning to creek open that sparked a sublime surge of happiness, because she knew he was near. Santana jolted upwards and practically ran off her bed and into her arms. Her legs wrapped around his body and head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. For the first time, she felt like she could actually breath. "I missed you Pookie."
Notes: Sam is out with his unit when a raid happens ending in something that will change Sam Evans life forever.
Sam Evans let out a sigh as he watched everyone get letters and he got nothing. Grabbing his gun and everything he needed he called his unit to get ready because they were going out patrolling. They did that almost every day and even though some days were worse than others but today looked like it was going to be alright. The sun was shining and people seemed a little happier.
Once they were out on the streets Sam smiled as kids would come up to him wanting to play. He played soccer with some of the kids for a while before heading to abandoned buildings the make sure they were clear. Going from building to building was a scary thing and on the way back things got even scarier. Thinking they were in the clear a gun shot was heard and Sam turned looking at one of his guys down. "Man down!" Sam yelled alerting his other men. Walking over to his friend he looked at him. "You're alright, man. You're...you son of a bitch," he said pulling the bullet off his bullet proof vest. "This thing just saved your life dude," Sam said with a laugh as he helped his man up. "I have never loved a piece of clothing so much," Puck said as he got up letting out deep breaths. Once both men were up another gunshot was heard.
The minute Sam heard the shot he didn't have time to move. It didn't take long for him to look at his arm and see blood. Doubling over he fell to the ground going in and out of consciousness. "Sam!" Puck yelled running up to Sam. "Man down! FOR REAL! GO GET HELP!" Puck yelled ripping off Sam's jacket to stop the bleeding. "Stay with me, Evans. Don't freaking shut your eyes!" Puck yelled as he tied the arm of his shirt of Sam's shoulder. Sam started to cough and everything was getting blurry. "R-Rachel...I-I..." Sam mumbled as his eyes shut again. "No you wake up, Evans!" Puck yelled hitting his face a little. "Don't you dare shut your eyes! We're almost there," Puck said as Sam was taken to the helicopter. The doctors were working on him and before he knew it Sam passed out. Everything from that point on was a blur to him. The last thought in his head...Rachel.
TWO WEEKS LATER
As the week passed Sam seemed to be getting better; slowly but he was getting better. Now that the surgery had been performed Sam's shoulder was feeling back to normal for the most part. Getting up from his hospital bed Sam walked over to the mirror and took off the clothes the hospital gave him. It had been a rough two weeks; nightmares, pain and just not feeling like himself Sam needed normalcy and the only way to get it was to head to New York to see Rachel and then hopefully home to see his family. Looking at the bandage he sighed as he carefully took off the sling and put his shirt on. Still in a little pain he winced but got his shirt on. "Sergeant Evans. We have your discharge papers and your papers for leave," the nurse said with a smile handing him his papers. Sam nodded and took the papers and his bag heading out to the plane. Letting out a sigh as he got in he smiled at some of the guys he worked with telling them he was alright. This would be the longest flight he would ever have and hopefully when he arrived in New York Rachel would greet him with open arms.
After an almost fifteen hour flight Sam got off the plane in none other than New York City. Once he got out of the airport he let out a sigh as he looked around. The only thing on his mind other than the pain in his shoulder was Rachel. Seeing her would hopefully make things better for him.
News about the reappearances of the kidnapees was enough to get Trey back on his feet, though he'd barely noticed they had momentarily ceased to exist. The sun shined brighter and day seemed clearer. His day passed by fairly quickly and everything suggested happiness and breezy. Though he did have to watch one of his colleagues get shot in the face, Trey felt as if the week would bring of a bit of luck if not any. Work ended at twelve, an unexpectedly early leave and he got to spend the rest of the day in his casual attire, sunglasses and walking around Vegas as apposed to driving, stiff, bored and poised. There was just everything to do but nothing at all. After having a few conversations with a few of his acquaintances, he managed to get a hold of his new friend, Logan Delario, who was more new than a friend since her flirtatious atmosphere worked efficiently on him. But there was only one problem with her and that was her occupation. He may never seem bothered about what way people go with their lives, his personal opinion is still evident to himself. If his late wife, had been a Diamond's girl before their divorce, he would've been the one to leave her. The fact that Logan had the exact same job made him confused, as if whatever was up there in the sky was looking down on him and laughing hysterically. The coincidence was too noticable for Trey to not wonder whether he should use Logan in ways to get Devon back or actually see if he could get along with the girl as a normal person would. Then again, they were in Vegas.
After deciding to meet at Logan's place, learning that she shared an apartment with the infamous Travis McCann, he didn't bother changing what he wore for his trip. Logan reminded him of his mother which he realized he should never, ever bring up to her unless he wanted her to stop talking to him for the rest of his life. Instead this time, he decided to bring his car but not such a great brand just in case some robber felt like a Porsche would be worth the steal. The place was a complex, broad and stretched widely. It reminded him of modern adobe buildings, and made the day seem even hotter. He knocked on the door in a tune that reminded him of a rap song that had been stuck in his head for around four hours now. A light breeze, flowed into the corners of the buildings.
Blaine: *smiles to himself, pleasantly anticipating what was to come. He takes a couple of tries to get up from the sofa, and slowly makes his way to Kurt's study. He knocks on the door and peeks his head in* Hey there...you ready to take a break?
Aria shivered from the cold and stuff her hands into her pockets. She had let her hair down just to protect her ears from the biting wind and it was billowing around her face. It was exciting to talk to Tim casually again. They've been working together for several cases and although they had adored each other, there was never a time they could just leisurely talk about something else besides work. They had agreed to go somewhere in the middle of their work places - so neither would feel bad about travelling far. As usual, Aria was 5 minutes earlier than expected just as she entered the small deli. She waved at the lady behind the counter and chose a spot near the windows so that it was easier for Tim to see her then.
"Here you go love," the waitress greeted her, offering the menu. She smiled her thanks as she accepted it. "It'll be a while though," she said, "See I'm waiting for a friend."
