#phunter

[thedailybullshit]

I am pushing the Phunter Agenda.

No more of this “Huntlos” “Bunter” “Helos” shit. Philter can stay.

We need to keep this shit in line w/ Bipper (Bill-Dipper) & Darcy (Dark-Marcy). Phunter is the best way to do it.

Possessed Hunter is Phunter.

[jedi-lothwolf]

Febuwhump Day 7: Forced to watch

Fandom: Star Wars

Timeline: The Bad Batch

Warning: graphics depictions of violence

Hunter had been sitting in an empty room for a while now. The cold metal cuffed his wrist like tight bracelets. Short chains attached him to the wall. The mans knees ache and his legs felt numb and cold from sitting on them. He wished to move but he wore a matching set of anklets that kept his feet to the floor.

    The batch had been contacted by Rex to extract one of his clone contacts from the empire. Chex had been found out and he wasn't able to pick him up. The batch complied and left for Coruscant. They were able to grab him but Hunter had been separated from his family and cornered. He instructed them to leave and they reluctantly obeyed.

    "We gotta stop leaving people behind" Echo spoke. He had joined them for the mission and would now help with freeing his younger brother. "I'll contact Rex and let him know what happened."

    Omega uncomfortably shifted "Echo's right."

    Tech turned to the girl, "we couldn't have done anything Omega. We had to leave for our safety and for Chex's."

    "I'm sure Hunter's fine!" Wrecker chimed in. "He probably would have yelled at us had we gone to get him anyway!"

    That was true. Everyone at that point knew Hunter held the others life before his. That seemed to be a trait most clones had, most Jedi too.

    "I didn't mean to cause such a problem for y'all. Sorry." Chex held his hands behind his back, rubbing his fingers together nervously.

    "Na it's fine!" Wrecker slammed his hand on the regs back.

    "Your brother got captured! I can help you get him back if you need?"

    Tech sighed and turned around to face the others "We will be fine. It's not safe for you to go back to Coruscant and it would be a shame if we rescued you just for you to die." With that Tech turned back to piloting the ship.

    Chex opened his mouth to argue but decided he could convince them anyway.

    Crosshair walked into the room that held his former sargent.

    "Hello Crosshair."

    "You're working with the rebels I see" he began. "Such a shame."

    "Only this once" he stated. This wasn't true, they were working for Rex but no matter how hard Hunter might try the sniper wouldn't believe him.

    "I knew you couldn't stay out of trouble." Crosshair antagonized.

    "So why am I alive? Don't you kill traitors?"

    "I need information, I just have to wait a little longer."

    "Longer? What are you waiting for? You have your vibro-knife and I'm sure you can find other methods around here." Hunter pressed, hoping to take Cross off guard. It wasn't that he really minded not being tortured but the sooner it began the sooner it was over. He'd hoped Crosshair wouldn't do that to him but you don't always get what you hoped for, do you.

    "No amount of physical torment will get you to talk." This stuck fear into Hunter and the soldier saw it. No matter how hard his brother may try to hide it, his eyes betrayed him. "I just need the rest of your squad."

    "Crosshair what are you gonna do to them?" His voice wavered.

    "You'll just have to see." Hate, that's all Hunter heard in his brother's voice. He misses the slight caring sound that Crosshair's voice used to be laced with when he was with them. The door closed and Hunter was once more alone with his cruel mind.

    Crosshair was right, of course the batch came back for Hunter. They dropped Chex and Omega off with Rex. Rex didn't mind babysitting for he knew how dangerous infiltrating the empire was and didn't want the kid to get hurt. Omega attempted to argue but was shut down quickly by the harsh reality of the situation. The three 'adults' rushed back to Coruscant. They fell right into Crosshair's uncaring hands.

    Crosshair forced Tech into the cell Hunter occupied. He pushed the mercenary to he's knees in front of Hunter. Stepping on the others legs Crosshair placed two strong, half circle magnets over Tech's ankles and activated them.

    Attempting to free himself Tech tried to pull his leg up. He came to the conclusion that only Wrecker would be able to lift the magnets.

    "Tech" Hunter assessed his brother to find any injuries. He began to breathe again when he saw he was uninjured. "Where's-" Tech cut him off.

    "I'm not sure. I only know where Omega is and she's safe off world."

    Hunter sighed in relief. Now he just had to figure out how to get the others to safety.

    Crosshair pulled his vibro-knife out and stared into Hunter's eyes. "I'll give you one chance before I harm him."

    Hunter looked at Tech. Tech of course shook his head no. The leader looked back to Crosshair who sighed and stepped behind Tech. The clone prepared himself for the burning pain that came with knives. The knife easily slid over the victim's chest. He gasped and looked away from Hunter.

    Both understood what was happening, the batch had been trained to withstand large amounts of pain. Out of the two, Hunter had the bigger heart and would break before Tech would.

    "Hunter." Tech looked back up at him. Hunter met his eyes. "Don't tell him anything."

    Hunter nodded. From their it only got worse. Crosshair knew how to inflict unbearable pain. It used to work in their favor. None of them ever thought their brother could hurt them the way he hurt strangers. Now they seemed to be strangers with memories.

    The knife wasn't the only method of torment Crosshair had brought. Electricity would course though the mans body. Hunter could do nothing other than watch as his brother tore apart his other brother. As he continued Hunter started to fight against the chains. Despite to get help Tech he pulled and pulled, tiring himself. Warm blood ran over his hands from his wrist. Hunter didn't even know.

    Tech's screams shattered Hunter's heart. He would open his mouth to speak but Tech would stop him with a look or verbally if he could. He knew what was coming for him if this continued but he also knew the empire could never know that Rex was alive.

   Hunter once more opened his mouth. "No" Tech breathed. "It won't matter anyway." He struggled to speak but he knew he had to tell Hunter. "I'll... die anyway." Tech's voice was always sort of monotone. Hearing so much emotion and pain slip though his mouth scared them both. 

    Crosshair spoke over Tech's sobs and Hunter's soft crying, "you like taking Tech, you always have." He moved from his position next to Tech to behind him. Hunter fought the chains harder, not that he hasn't been fighting as hard as he could.

    Crosshair took the knife to a little bit under Tech's right tear duct and angled it at around seven o'clock. He slowly dragged the knife down until it retched the bottom of his face. The wound ran over his lips making it difficult but not impossible to speak.

    Tech's head was spinning, it had been for a while. The wounds he has received could not hurt him as much as the hopeless feeling that came with them. He hated that Hunter must be feeling the same way. Forced to watch as he slowly died, unable to help him. Somewhere in Hunter's brain he needed to protect them.

    "Tech!" Hunter had been calling for his brother for almost a minute now. Crosshair rose the knife again. "Wait" Hunter yelled. He looked at Tech who looked out of it. His breathing had become labored and blood ran down his face and body. "I'll tell you just please stop, you're gonna kill him!"

    The leaders broken screams pleased Crosshair. He'd won. "Go on."

    "Omega's" Tech coughed "with" his voice drifted. The clone used his last bit of energy trying to keep his little sister safe. He collapsed.

    "Tech!" Hunter stared at his brother helplessly.

    Crosshair kicked Tech to the side and kneeled down in front of Hunter. He grabbed his face and forced him to look him to the eyes, "look what you've done." He hissed.

    "No." Hunter whispered. "Is he?"

    "He is and it's your fault."

    The soft cry became a full sob. He was forced to watch his brother die. He couldn't save him. That helpless feeling made him sick.

    Crosshair stood and walked out the door, leaving Hunter to deal with his mind once more.

    Rex, Omega, and Chex knew something wasn't right. When Phee and Cid agreed they decided to contact Trevor, another informant of Rex's. Soon after the five would depart from Ord Mentell.

    Arriving the group located the brothers and snuck to break them out. Finding the cell block they stopped Infront of Wreckers cell. Omega went to open the door but Rex reached out his arm out, stopping her. "Be careful, I'm not sure what we're gonna find." Cautiously Omega opened the door.

    Wrecker looked up at his found family and smiled, "good to see ya!"

    "Not so loud!" Cid whisper yelled.   

    "Wrecker!" Omega ran to the large man and hugged him.

    "Hey kid" he spoke softly. "Let's go get the others."

    Walking down the hall the band kept the same cautiousness as before when opening the door. When Echo greeted them with a thankful smile, Rex let himself relax a little. Yes he cared for all of them but none of them fought beside him as long as Echo had. The two were close and Rex wasn't sure what he'd do if he lost Echo again.

    Now seven the group quickly moved to the cell Tech was supposed to occupy. Opening the door to not find him scared them.

    "Where's Tech? He's supposed to be here." Omega turned back to Rex. Rex looked at the adults, all assuming the worst.

    Echo kneeled down to Omega, resting a hand on her little shoulder. "I'm sure we'll find him." The group walked to Hunter's cell and paused. Phee pushed the combination into the panel and the door slid open.

    Inside Hunter leaned against the wall softly crying. Tech rested on the cold floor. The noise startled the leader and he looked up.

    Rushing into the room Omega ran to Hunter to release him of the heavy chains. The others spread across the room as Echo dropped to check on Tech. As eyes landed to Tech feelings rose. Anger, sadness, fear, everything.

    As soon as Hunter was free he attended to stand. His numb legs failed him and he collapsed. Phee caught him and gently placed him back on the ground. "Careful dark and broody, take your time. You're safe." Her soft voice took Hunter off guard and he leaned into her.

    "He wasn't. I failed him Phee. I could have saved him and now-" He couldn't say it.

    Phee ran her hands over his head and looked to the others. Was brown eyes dead?

    Echo checked Tech for a pulse. "He's got a pulse! It's weak but it's there!"

    Hunter quickly sat up and looked over to the others "Crosshair told me" he smiled softly"he's okay?"

    "Far from okay but yeah he's definitely alive." Cid shook her head.

    "It'll take more than that to kill Tech! He's too stubborn to die!" Wrecker walked over to Tech and picked him up, "now let's get out of here!"

    Hunter tried to stand again, some feeling in his legs had returned but he still wobbled. "Here" Phee grabbed the sergeant, "I gotta."

    The team made their way out of the cell block. Once outside the building Phhe set Hunter down. "Thanks." The clone felt somewhat embarrassed by Phee carrying him the whole way out but being close to someone was nice. He tried to get her to set him down a few times but she wouldn't budge.

    The group ran to the Marauder and headed back to Ord Mantell. Tech would be fine. When he'd wake up Hunter apologized profusely. Of course Tech wasn't even upset. He would have to get used to the mark across his face but that was miner. It would always remind Hunter of his failure to protect his brother. For Tech it was a reminder of the monster Crosshair had become.

    Hunter always hated that helpless feeling when he could help anyone, he always would. Being forced to watch what he thought was his brother's demise stayed with him, hunting his dreams forever.

[thegcldenguard]

He Has Risen (He Has Risen, Indeed)

what's wrong with hunter pt 1

Hunter goes to sleep on March 28... and on Easter Sunday, Pip realizes he's still asleep...

Friends (and one certain coven head) are called in to figure out just what the heck is wrong with Hunter

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@exsqueak-me // @oh-phineas // @eilonwy-notjustgirl // @halfawitch-willow // @darius-dues

cw: medical issues/anxieties, definite implications that Belos is Up To Something Nefarious and Has Done Similar Things In The Past, Belos being a Shitty TM Guardian/parent

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[read here!]

[ofpowerandsadism]

"One of the guards. He said that they were doing maintance work on the security cameras that week, and that you’d be the person I should come to?" Hunter asked. "It’s only two, so this should only take a few minutes. Or I can just drop the papers off and you can do them whenever they’re convient for you? Eitherway works with me." Hunter said with a smile. 

"That I would be the person to come to," Dominic repeated. "Does it look like I'm the person to come to?" He gestured toward the mess of papers on his desk. "I'm up to my neck in paperwork. Your job, Price, is to figure out how to fucking do your job before I fire you. If you weren't here for it, then you interview whoever was involved in the incidents until you get an idea as to what happened. You think I keep my eye on these fuckers every second of the day? You think I have the time to sit here and tell you what they do? That's what I hired you for. -- So that I can sit in my office, undisturbed, and do my own work, because I shouldn't have to be doing yours too." He took a long drag of his cigarette, blowing out smoke from the corner of his mouth, then his nose. "Do we have anything else to discuss regarding the issue?"

[thejameschaplin-blog]

Arrested Development || Junter

"No - no fucking way I'm paying you anything over two-hundred. We talked on the fucking phone about this, asshole." James said through gritted teeth, trying not to draw any attention to the transaction about to take place in the secluded back street of the neighborhood. Who the fuck did his punk think he was, trying to cheat him out of his rent money? God knows he couldn't afford to be pricy on his select choices anymore considering his father had cut him off after his last overdose. His dealer shrugged, but before he could open his mouth to say something, the sound of blaring silence filled the air. 

James froze, his eyes locking with his dealer's as the distant vision of bright red and blue lights came closer. No, no, no - this could not be happening. Had they been tipped off? That must have been it since there was no other way he could think of. However, before he could make a run for it as the cops approached in their vehicles, he was shoved backwards with the dealer's bag of money and drugs dangerously in his hands. Before he knew it - the kid was gone, with his blood now on James' hands.

The plethora of men crawled out of their vehicles, guns being pointed his way as if he were a dangerous threat. "Drop the fucking bag!" One of them shouted. James let the bag go, the continents spilling on the floor before two cops descended on him, one using their nightstick on his head while the other handcuffed him. 

"Get the hell off me - I didn't do shit! This ain't my fucking bag -  I ain't a dealer, jesus christ." he tried to prod his way out of the man's grasp, but it was useless as he was dragged and pushed down on the hood of the car, another blow now on his side. James shouted out in pain, the feeling making him slightly disoriented.

"Yeah, right, pal. You expect us to believe that? With all this evidence, it's easy to say that you're going to jail for a very long time."

[thejameschaplin-blog]

Wake Me Up || James & Hunter

Even though going over to the Keyes residence this particular day wasn't going to be a particularly pleasant visit in any matter, James was at least relieved that he wouldn't have to face the Mayor. Walking into the unlocked front door of the household, he made his way around the large corridor until he found Hunter's room. "Hunter. It's me." he said through the door, knocking on it lightly. "I'm gonna get real pissed if this chinese food gets cold."

[thejameschaplin-blog]

Dirty Paws ➢ James & Hunter

A normal day for James Chaplin consisted of the following; waking up, heading off to work, going home, and going to sleep. It was pretty simple, pretty repetitive, and pretty boring. At least, that's what he told people anytime they'd ask. They didn't know what happened behind closed doors.

Though he enjoyed Hunter's company, letting her move in was a mistake. Now he'd struggle to find any sense of alone time just to do a simple shot or two. Since he came home late from work every night, Hunter was usually there too which made everything ten times harder. 

He didn't use to have to sneak around. One could argue - why couldn't he just go in his room and lock the door? Yeah, maybe he could do that. But due to the fact that he now had a roommate, James had become increasingly paranoid. What if she barged in? What if she was hurt and needed him to help her? Like he said, it was a bad idea.

Sometimes James would wait days before he could give himself another shot, and it was torturous. He could feel the effects of withdraw seeping through him slightly with every day that passed, making his work day all the more unpleasant. He couldn't stand it.

Today was his lucky day, however. Hunter was out, and the shop had closed for the day. Complete solitude, and it made James starving for what he craved most.

Fiddling through his desk drawers, his fingers caught the very items he needed, placing them on the desk to prepare himself.

First, and as quick as he could, he cleaned off the spoon and placed the heroin in. Placing it down carefully, he then picked up a syringe and a water bottle, using it to gather the right amount of water before squirting it in the spoon. 

Afterwards, he pulled out his lighter and started heating up the bottom of the spoon, and then stirred the solution with the bottom of the syringe. Then, he took a piece of cotton and rolled it into a ball, dropping it into the heroin solution.

He took the tip of his syringe and poked it into the middle of the cotton ball, pulling the plunger back slowly until all of the heroin was sucked in.

James couldn't wait, his mouth becoming dry with anticipation. Placing the top of the needle against his skin, he promptly pressed down on the plunger, breaking his skin and filling him with absolute euphoria.

Once wasn't enough, though. Soon he found himself repeating the steps over and over. Injecting a second time, a third time. The feeling just kept getting better. It made James feel good, completely satisfied.

But then, the feeling wasn't going away. He began to feel a bit numb, and excruciatingly sleepy. It wasn't a bad feeling, however. James began to shrug it off, not bothering to put any of his 'tools' away and going out into the kitchen to make himself a sandwich. 

James glanced down at his arm, the skin around his markings turning black and blue with bruises. He snarled, about to grab some bandages before the exhaustion increased.

His mind was jumbled and he wasn't exactly sure what was going on. Except, he felt warm. This comforting warmth that suppressed his entire body. It was familiar, but James couldn't put his finger on it.

Slowly and surely, he walked over to the couch, laying down. It was then, he knew; he overdosed. It had happened once before, but his brother was in the other room and had prevented it before anything like this could happen.

James was dying. Alone. And it felt good. 

It was time. 

He closed his eyes, not thinking about the repercussions. His mother would surely suffer with the loss of her son, but in James' mind she'd be rid of it. No longer would he burden her, no longer would he ask her for money. His brother - well, he'd go on. Adam was good guy, he didn't need any extra stress. And his father? James' death would be a blessing.

Hunter would find him, but he didn't care. He was too numb to care.

So he lay there in complete euphoria, descending more and more into unconsciousness by the second. Finally, the pain was over.

[thejameschaplin-blog]

It's Just a Damn Cough ➾ James & Hunter

[James walked into his kitchen, a cough nicking at his throat as he did so. He felt miserable - so miserable that even the shots he'd taken that morning weren't making him feel any better. Inconspicuously, he grabbed the bandages from the bottom counter, wrapping up his bruised arm as he tried keeping quiet so Hunter wouldn't wake up. And god dammit, that's just what he did, letting out a loud cough that rang throughout the house. Hearing her open her bedroom door, he quickly stashed the bandage, pulling the sleeves of his shirt down instead to hide the marks. He turned his back to her as she walked in, going to the fridge instead and pulling out a cold one.]