#sofie's delayed writings

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FEBUWHUMP DAY 4: "WHERE ARE YOU?"

Febuwhump challenge by @spidersonangst English is not my first language, so please do tell me about my mistakes. This is a slightly different re-writing of my modern!au McKirk drabble in russian (because let's face it, i'm lazy and don't feel like translating everything i've ever written).

Another call goes straight to a voice mail. "Jim, where the fuck are you?" Bones presses an end call button, throwing the phone on his bed. Damn it! "Hey, Jim, it's me again," he doesn't even know which call this is already, "I've seen the news. Call me back as soon as possible." Leo sits on the bed, trying to calm down his trembling hands and muster up his unsteady breath. The noise of another breaking news is resonating in an almost empty apartment. "Goddammit, Jim..." Bones breathes out a huff, nervously ruffling his hair up. He's been trying to get ahold of Kirk for the last two hours, since the reports of a plane disappearing off radars came on the news. Jim was supposed to fly to NASA HQ for another conference while Bones had a  12 hour shift at the hospital. He remembers kissing his boyfriend  goodbye and apologizing for not going with him to the airport. Jim gave him a short laugh and "Just be there when I'll come back." Leo is bloody worried. He already called Jim's mother, Winona, who hasn't heard from Jim since his last call of two days ago, and even Spock, who they had an after-engagement party with. They just gave him a simple "Don't worry yet." speech and said their goodbyes. He's worried so much that his heart is jumping out of the ribcage and he finds it hard to breath. Tears are pooling in his eyes trying to escape, but Leo is fighting them, trying to keep himself as sane as he can in case Jim has missed his flight and on his way home. He turns attention to the TV on the wall and listens. "The remains of a crashed plane has been found...." He loses his temper, jumping up and screaming out of fear and anger, throwing the remote into the screen, breaking it. "Fucking christ!" he sobs, his knees giving out under him, sending him to the floor. He's laying on the floor, weeping for the dark hole in his heart and barely graces his engagement ring with fingertips. "Damn it, Jim..."

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FEBUWHUMP DAY 1: TRAPPED

Febuwhump challenge by @spidersonangst English is not my first language, so please do tell me about my mistakes. Ann Halstead is a main character from my story "The Disappearance" that I abandoned at 3rd chapter, this is just bits and pieces that can't leave my head.

"Damn it", Ann angrily whispered, sitting down on a squeaky old bed. "Fucking hell." Somehow, swearing did help to calm down her nerves. Like it always did.

Breathe in. Hold it for a second. Breathe out.

That didn't help. Nothing did, actually. Screaming, shouting, whispering, banging on the insides of the shipping container she ended up in. Nothing helped to set her free. She was rid of her phone right after her captor knocked her out, gently lowering her on the ground. Her gun, too. And the badge. "Fucking badge", Ann swore out loud. She's in a very big trouble. Outside the container, that is. She let some asshole to steal her service gun, which already meant a bunch of problems. And the badge... That's a fucking combo. Time doesn't feel like it's going too fast or too slow, it feels like everything is just frozen. Ann doesn't really know how much time it has been.

An hour? Two? A day? She doesn't even know how long she was unconscious, for Christ's sake! "And the reason", she finally said out loud. "Who the fuck is stupid enough?" She stood up, hearing something scrape the metal wall of the container. A short, barely noticeable scrape. A scratch. Like someone is out there, listening. She tried her best to get off bed as silent as she could, the bed giving out a low squeak - low enough to pass it for some wind if you didn't know about the woman inside. Ann tiptoed on her bare feet in the direction of the sound, barely touching metal with her fingertips, trying not to lean too hard so it wouldn't give her out and started to listen. Nothing. With a shaky breath, she took a step back, wiping away the sweat off her forehead with a sleeve of grey jacket. The darkness made all sounds louder and so Ann didn't move, awaiting for another scratch. Another couple of minutes passed by and Ann heard a commotion on the other side of container, quickly stepping to that place. It was like someone was out there. Not one person, rustling with their clothed bodies and feet, maybe two, she noted. They were quiet, trying to keep themselves unnoticed. Suddenly, the lock jingled, giving a good loud rumble to the whole place, and the door opened. Ann closed her eyes of the sudden brightness for a second, trying to see something in light after being in the dark for so long, but before she opened her teary eyes, the door closed. She jumped to it, banging on the metal and screaming another set of curses. "Fuck you!" was her final note when she turned back into the darkness of an almost empty place. She was angry and tired and unbelievably disappointed at herself. Huffing out another puff of breath, she finally leaned off the door and slowly started to walk in the direction of her bed. Slowly, because the first time she got off the bed and tried to find it later, she hit her knees on the metal sticks so hard that it's still hurts a little. Slowly, step by step, reaching one hand out just in case, she started her path. One step. Two steps. She stumbled onto something on her third, so she carefully lowered down, while her heart rate jumped high in the sky. Ann shakily gulped, suddenly blind and deaf to the world out of fear while being high alerted to anything and everything at the same time. She touched the thing. The thing gasped. A human. They dropped someone else with her. "Hey," she whispered, mouth dry and voice cracking, "Are you alright?" "Annie?" the familiar hoarse voice called back, breathing hard.

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Dialogue prompt #1

"He killed my sister!"

"Oh, how convenient..."

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FEBUWHUMP DAY 3: TAKEN

Febuwhump challenge by @spidersonangst

English is not my first language, so please do tell me about my mistakes.

Ann Halstead and Mike Llewelyn are main characters from my story "The Disappearance" that I abandoned at 3rd chapter, this is just bits and pieces that can't leave my head. This one's from Mike's POV.  (i also missed day 2 because i really had no idea what to do with that one, and that's the reason why this one is much bigger than the first one)

"So, what was it?" I ask, drowning the first shot. Ann questioningly stares back at me, playing with the shot glass. "What made you a cop?"

"Serious stuff, just like everyone else," she smirks, standing up, "I'll go get the next round".

I watch her walking to the bar, ordering some drinks she's into and getting a big tray for it. Ann is new at our precinct. Been here for the last six months and the only thing I know about her is that she's a hard nut to crack. Hardworking, loyal, lawful, haven't messed up a single case we've been signed up for. I don't actually think that the "hardworking" word relates to her all that much. Take the hardworking person, multiply by ten times, and then you'll get Ann Halstead. She's at work before sunrise, sometimes not even leaving the precinct. And I know that something is bothering her. Something makes her stay with all these missing persons cases all nights long. The lost ones, the closed ones, the cold cases. She's digging them up and down until she's falling asleep on the table.

"Whatcha thinking about?" she smiles, setting up a tray of twelve shots on the table. "Tequila."

I sigh, having been hoping for something simpler, when she notices my not so happy face.

"I've been thinking about getting absinthe, you know?"

I roll my eyes, and that makes her laugh.

"You want a reason, you get to drink." She points at the tray. "I ain't gonna talk until I have at least three of it."

I nod, taking my buzzing phone out of pocket, checking the caller ID - Amber, my fiancée. I press the green button and there she is, with the sweetest voice I've ever heard.

"Hey, are you at the bar yet?"

"Yeah, trying to get a word out of Halstead. Is everything alright?"

Ann is shoving two fingers in her mouth, faking being sick. I just squint at her in return.

"Tell her I said hi," Amber continues, "Just checking up on you. Forgot about your "loving fence" plan." She's laughing now.

"I'll get home when I'll finish with the weirdo," a small laugh escapes both Ann's and Amber's mouths, "Love you."

"Don't drink too much, love you too."

I'm putting the phone back in the pocket while shaking my head.

"You're a fucking kid, Halstead."

"I just finished my round," her speech is slightly slurred, "Your turn now."

Damn it. The girl sure knows how to make someone hate her. I empty the first three too fast for my liking, and stop for a second to take a couple of french fries.

"Pussy." Ann drops.

"Ain't, bitch." I drown the last three, not liking the fire pit in my mouth and stare at my partner. "So?"

She sobers up a little by my question, sitting up straighter than before and rolling the sleeves of her grey jacket to her elbows. I notice a couple of scars and a tattoo.

"I had a sister. Back when I was a kid, you know?" She nods mostly to herself, playing with the glass again and not looking at me. It's a hard thing to talk about it. "Emily." She shows the tattoo closer to her right elbow - two anatomically right hearts joined at the beginning, which somehow reminds me of lungs, with "Emily" written in child's cursive under them. It's in color and quite pretty.

"I was eight, she was twelve, we were just playing in the garden," she's shaking and tries not to cry, breathing loudly. "I don't even know what the hell happened."

I'm silent, trying not to interrupt her with a bunch of questions. She takes a deep breath, clanking with her teeth, and breathes out.

"I don't remember what happened. We were playing in the garden, and some assholes," she starts to get angry, "just came up behind us. Dad was.... Dad was at the work, dad was always at work, trying to get a promotion, and mom was busy doing something in the kitchen. I don't really know what she was doing." She blinks tears out of her eyes, wiping at her nose. "They took her first, pulling the cloth to her face, and then they came up to me... I didn't even run. I was so fucking scared. I just froze. Sometimes I think what would have had happened if I wasn't frozen. Would my scream save her? Save us?"

I catch her shaking hand with mine, moving closer to Ann. I consider giving her a hug, but all I can muster is a simple "I'm sorry." and "It's not your fault."

"I should have just screamed." She's fully crying now, ugly sobs leaving her shaking body. "I could have done something."

I'm speechless. Ann is tightly holding my hand like her whole life is depending on it. There's nothing else I can do much, so I stand up and take the tray with me. She gives a silent nod, tracing the name on her skin with her fingertips.

"Is your girlfriend alright?" asks the bartender, pouring another twelve shots.

"She's my partner," I show him the badge under my jacket, "Just clearing up some stuff."

"Kay."

"Here ya go," I set up the tray in front of Ann. "You can have it."

"Suck my ass, Mike. We gotta share." She cleaned herself up while I was busy, and now looks quite decent aside from the runny nose and the red brimmings of her eyes.

We do the shots fast and silent - I don't really want to mess with her already messed up mind. And I don't even want to imagine what it feels like to see your sister for the last time in your life. What it feels like to torture yourself for twenty goddamn years after it. Twenty fucking years. I can't even explain the range of emotions I feel at the moment.

"So," Ann sits up straight, playing with her knuckles, "To answer your question, I just want to find my sister. I really, really do."

"What happened back then?"

"The police didn't do shit. That's why I'm here."

"Shit..." I puff out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"They didn't even listened to me. I was there with her, you know? I remember the dark grey walls of an abandoned factory, the voices, the color of the eyes of those assholes, the names of children who were there... They didn't care."

...Fuck.

[sofiepoindexter]

Writing prompt #4

"I don't want to sacrifice myself anymore."

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Dialogue prompt #3

"The fuck you're doing?"

"Trying to be romantic."

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Dialogue prompt #2

"How about you rot in hell, darling?"