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Random awful late writing shit.

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A... present? For me? Fang just stared at the medium sized box in Tunani’s hands. The white box splattered in red and pink hearts seemed to laugh at him, teasing him with an awfully bright red top and dark red bow. Open me... you know you want too. Will I be a prank? Or a heartfelt item? Of course, you already know what I am... or do you?

This was all so new and old to Fang, it had been years since he’d gotten a Valentine’s Day present. Even then, he’d only gotten cards from Samuel, never an actual box.

“Take it from my hands already, I can’t hold my arms up forever!” Tunani exclaimed, shoving the box closer to his face, like that would suddenly make him want the box more.

“You’ve been holding the box for less than 10 seconds.” Fang pointed out, “Because of your impatience, I won’t open the box and you can’t put it down either. If you do, I won’t get you any candy.”

“What?! That’s not fair! I need candy! Yea I have like six boxes of it already, but a girl needs a steady supply of candy!”

“Six boxes? Your teeth are not falling out of your mouth Tunani, I’m taking all six boxes and rationing the candy to you. Simply having that much candy isn’t healthy.”

“No! Fannnnng!” Tunani wailed, she glared at him and tucked the bright box to her chest. “I’ll give this box to Conner instead! I’m sure he won’t take away my six boxes of candy!”

She spun on her heels and stormed off. Fang sighed and slowly followed her, his one long stride equaling two of Tunani’s. Tunani’s forgetfulness along with her habit of getting lost made for a very interesting search, Fang knew Conner was in the training hall, but would Tunani be able to find the training hall was the real question.

“Left.” Fang gently told Tunani when she went right at a crossroad.

“Shut up!” Tunani snapped, but she still followed his directions. The entire “search” consisted of Fang gently reminding Tunani which way to go and Tunani snapping at him. Eventually they, meaning Fang, found Conner.

“Daddy!” Tunani yelled as soon she spotted Conner, she ran to him and slammed into his middle. Well... being as small as Tunani is she can’t really “slam” into people, it’s more like she... flopped into Conner’s middle.

“Daddy! Fang is being mean to me, he didn’t accept my Valentine’s present and then he directed me here! Like I need help!”

“You do need help with directions though.” Conner pointed out.

“That’s not the point! The point is, he didn’t accept my gift and then he said he was going to take away my six boxes of candy!” Tunani stuck tongue out at Fang when she finished, she obviously thought Conner was going to side with her.

“Woah wait?! Six whole boxes of candy?! That’s too much Tunani and you know it, Fang will take four and leave you two.”

“I’m taking all six.” Fang deadpanned.

“Fang will take all six boxes of candy.” Conner corrected, “Tunani, you know having that much candy isn’t healthy and I want you to live a long healthy life, okay?”

Tunani blushed and bashfully nodded. “Whatever you say daddy.”

“Good lord.” Fang mumbled. Conner patted Tunani’s head and turned her around.

“Now go, I’m busy.”

“Aw! Can I at least have one shirtless picture of you? It is Valentine afterall.”

“Sure!” Conner said with a grin

“Absolutely not.” Fang glared at Conner. He grabbed Tunani and hefted her over his shoulder, he walked backwards out of the training hall just to make sure Conner wouldn’t take off his shirt and Tunani still see. It’s happened before, those two were a perverted team that Fang barely understood.

Once safely away, Fang put Tunani down. She immediately started to hit his chest. “Stupid, pale, idiot! Let me see Conner’s sexy abs, dammit!”

“You better watch your mouth young lady.” Fang popped her mouth. “You are a minor and Conner is a grown man, you should not ask him to do such things. It’s improper.”

Tunani kicked him on the calf. “I don’t care! Abs are abs and Conner’s abs are sexy! Don’t pretend like you don’t wanna see them too!”

“I don’t.”

“Lier, that’s not what you say in your sleep.”

“Mention that again and you won’t ever see a piece of candy again. You will go on a strict veggie diet.”

Tunani huffed and turned her back to Fang, she crossed her arms over the gift box and lifted her chin up into the air. Fang knew her anger would disappear in a few seconds if he distracted her, and since it was Valentine’s Day...

“I... I got you a present.” Fang whispered.

Tunani whipped around, stars in her eyes. “Really?! What is it? Can I eat it? What color is it? Did you buy it today or a week ago? Is it clothes? It is cute? It is—“

“—Stop!” Fang yelped. “Just.... here.”

He handed Tunani a plushie candy and waited.

“A... plushie... thanks?” Tunani, who made sure to carefully set her gift box on the ground, squished the plushie and inspected it with masked disappointment that wasn’t really masked.

“The zipper... open it and turn the plushie inside out...” Soft rustling came from Fang as he awkwardly shifted, he wasn’t used to giving presents.

Tunani nodded and did as told, she flipped the plushie inside out and gasped. “It’s a plushie Conner! Thank you so much Fang!”

She threw herself at Fang, hugging his waist. Fang smiled at her excited yelling, he enjoyed seeing her happy and excited over something that wasn’t food related.

Tunani released Fang and once more shoved her bright colored gift box in his face. “Here! Open yours!”

He chuckled, just like her to try the same old tactic. He took the box and untied the ribbon, setting aside the lid he smiled and grabbed the bag of chocolate inside. “Chocolate, I love it. Thanks you Tunani.”

He pressed a kiss onto her forehead and watched her skip down the hall with a huge smile on her face. “Now... time for my other Valentine.”

Fang went to the garage and climbed into his car, he started it and drove off. A few minutes later he walked into a store and exited with flowers and balloons. He placed the items in the car and drove to his destination.

Fang parked the car and grabbed the items, he exited the car and walked a few minutes before stopping. He tied the balloons to a vase, which he also put some water and the flowers into, then he knelt on the ground. “Hey... Happy Valentine’s Day. It’s been a long time since I visited, last Valentine in fact. I know I should visit more often, but we both know I won’t. I miss you a lot, I wish we could have been together longer. But I’ve done what you asked me to do, I’ve chased after my dreams and happiness has still found me unworthy of its presence. Even though there is one that loves me, I cannot truly feel the joy I should.”

Fang shook his head. “Enough of that, I just miss you and... I wish you were here. You died too early, we didn’t have the time we wanted or needed. Sometimes I turn around, ready to share a joke and you’re not there. And I just... I break inside. They say you heal with time, it’ll get better, just wait and see. But somehow, it only seems to get worse. Welp, that’s all I have for this Valentine’s Day, I hope they have parties up there. I remember you loved to dance. Until next time, love you.”

Fang patted the ground and stood, with a single pain filled glace, he turned and left. He drove away from the flower and balloon decorated gravestone, the granite engraved with his beloved’s name.

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A Jumbled Drive pt 2

I shifted my weight, anticipating the moment the massive steel door opened. I’d never seen Rend in real life, I hope she’s as awesome as they say. Slowly the door began to swing open and all conversation in the room ceased.

Beginning!

The soft, dull rasp of boots echoed through the air. Followed by gasps and terribly high squeals. Strange how they can reach those notes now, but not in choir. Not that I sing in choir... or in public.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to see Rend for more then a couple seconds if I stayed where I was. Being short, for a superhuman, sucked. Turning away from the almost visible Rend, I took three running steps to the left and jumped the twenty or so feet to one of the plethora of large windows that lined the walls of the ballroom. I could have walked, but jumping made me feel superior. I stepped up onto the sill and turned toward the steel doors, just in time to watch Rend step into view.

Surprisingly, she looked... like a really cool aunt, in a weird sort of way. Light brown hair, with silver threaded through here and there, pulled back into a ponytail, a bright smile that could turn mischievous at any time. Brown, almost hazel, eyes that sparkled with endless amusement and wisdom. A slightly crooked nose, probably broken a couple dozen times to heal like that. Smooth tan skin. Other than blue lip stick and colored in eyebrows, I didn’t see any other sign of makeup. That was surprising.

Most older superhumans used a crap ton of makeup, due to public pressure, to look young, sexy, and energetic. At forty-three years old, Rend was still slayin’, a true queen. She turned the dark blue and gold sundress she was wearing into a red carpet outfit.

Wait... was she wearing combat boots? Hmm, a sundress with combat boots... Normally I would be semi-criticizing, but the boots were cute and she totally pulled it off.

Rend made her way down the walkway, waving and greeting. Blue Breeze, her guild, leaned over and whispered something, pointing out Conner, who had Tunani on his shoulders so she could see. Rend nodded.

“You!” She said, pointing at Conner. “You’re the guy who took that terrorist group ‘Challengers’ into custody, right?”

Startled, Conner froze before nodding, “Yes ma’am. I led the team that took them down. It was a group effort, I couldn’t have done it by myself.” He proudly told her, making eye contact with all those who were in the team.

All except for me.

I didn’t mind. I was used to being forgotten and left out. But that didn’t stop the small twinge of hurt I felt.

“Well, Conner I was wondering if you’d like to be one of my bodyguards for the escort to the ceremony.” She smiled softly, “I’ve heard that you’re the best around and I’d love to learn more about you. So, what do you say? Join me?”

“Of course!” Conner’s famous megawatt smile lit up his face, “Id love to accompany you.”

“Hold on now, what about me?” Tunani said, pouting, “If Conner’s going then I’m going too!”

Rend looked taken back, “Oh... well. If you can give me a reason to take you along, you come too.”

Tunani straightened—as much as she could without falling off Conner’s shoulders—puffed out her chest and proudly declared, “I’m his future wife!”

“Ahhh...” Rend struggled to keep from laughing, she failed. A cross between a bark and a chuckle poured from her lips. It had the potential to be unpleasant, fortunately it wasn’t. It was the type of laugh that made you want to smile and maybe snort. After she’d regained her composure, she addressed the deflated Tunani. “That’s a very valid reason. I don’t want to come between young love, you can come!”

Tunani, now inflated once more, squealed, wrapped her arms around poor Conner’s head, and started wiggling like jello cake on a speaker.

Rend had returned to walking and greeting with Blue Breeze close behind, when Tunani decided that revenge was sweetest served fresh.

Out of nowhere she popped up on the window sill beside me and yelled. “Hey Miss. Rend! Since I’m going can Black come to—EK—“ Her screech abruptly cut off as she fell out the window behind her, that I just opened and pushed her out of. All these months of doing that has made me deft at opening all the windows in the compound. I locked the window just as fast as I opened it. I hoped that Rend hasn’t seen, but the damage had been done.

Rend gasped at me, slowly covering her mouth. “Did you just...? Is she? Oh my gosh... oh my gosh!” Her eyes got impossibly big and she took a step... forward? She pointed straight at me. “You,” I knew that tone, it meant deep trouble. “I want you on my team. Anyone ruthless enough to throw that cute of a girl out a window must have guts of steel.”

Ok... that... that was unexpected. My face remained blank, but my brain exploded. Half of me was saying yes, but the other half said run. Guess which one I listened too?

None of them. I sat there in complete and awkward silence. Not answering her.

Her brows furrowed, she cleared her throat and tried again. “Ahem. Mr... Black, I presume, is there any reason for your silence?

Once more, no answer. She started to look concerned.

“Mr. Black. This is not an opportunity that’s just... given out. I’m personally extending this invitation to you. You’d be a fool to not accept.”

I tilted my head and softly sneered, as if saying Oh? I’d be a fool? Too bad, I don’t care. I knew she didn’t mean it as an insult, any other Hero would jump for this opportunity. To not take it is foolhardy. But i wasn’t a Hero, i was a captive forced to play their silly games and pose for whatever cameras they told me too.

“Are you deaf, or hard of hearing?”  Her words echoed on the outskirts of my mind. My head snapped up. What? She could Link?

“I seem to have finally gotten your attention-”

“No. Pick someone else.” I shot back at her.

“B-But i don’t want anyone else! The moment that little girl drew my attention and i saw you, i knew i had to have you on my team. Its just a week long road trip, plenty of fun!“

“I hate road trips. My answer is still no, it’s not changing.“ I stepped down from the window sill, and slowly approached her. “You really should be nicer when asking people to volunteer to die for you.”

The lights flickered, plunging the room into darkness. When they came back on I was gone.

I hoped she didn’t try and find me. The tone she had used when she called out unnerved me. Rend had used it a couple times on Live TV. It was the tone she used when she badly wanted something.

Rend always got what she wanted.

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A Jumbled Drive pt 4.

Anyone watching the elevator would’ve seen Fang exit, devoid of all emotion.

Like usual.

Beginning| Part 3| Part 5|

A dull throb rippled through my head, dragging me from a deep sleep.

“Ow...” A voice groaned, “My head.”

I completely agree. Slowly It dawns on me, that’s my voice. I’m the one moaning.

Carefully I open my eyes, squinting at the swirling bright blue sky. That’s not right, why am I on my back?

Grey mist drifted over my head, stinking of burnt rubber. Wait, that’s not mist that’s smoke. Something burning.

Following the smoke, I see where it’s coming from and my heart stops. It’s one of the vans... oh my god it’s one of the vans!

No, no no no no no! I painfully turn over, ignoring the searing pain in my back. I push up to my knees and immediately fall back down.

“Ok Fang,” I whisper, “this isn’t the time to rush things. You need to calm down and assess your physical situation first.”

I checked for any open wounds first, then I checked my breathing and movement. Shy a few bruises and cracked ribs, everything seemed semi-fine.

Next I focused on getting up, slowly. First getting my legs under me, then pushing up with my arms. Looking up, I froze.

Staring right at me is Blue Breeze, or to be more specific, just her head, taking a quick glance I spot it the bloody body a good three meters away.

Ice pools in my stomach. Oh no.

I continue the process of standing, each movement feels like a lifetime. Finally I’m standing, everything is swirling, but I’m standing. That’s good enough for me.

Taking a moment I scan the road. There’s no one else but us. A very bad sign.

I creep through the wreckage looking for anyone who’s alive. So far, Blue Breeze is the only person I’ve seen outside the tour vans.

Picking up speed I fast walk to the VIP van, Rend’s van, which is on its side. It’s crushed, but not that much. That’s strange, as tour buses rarely roll in accidents.

The windshield is shattered, and covered in blood. No surprise there, Blue Breeze probably flew through it while the van was rolling. The sudden change in direction must be what cut off her head.

But I noticed most of the glass was inside, not outside. Weird, but I’d think about that when everyone’s safe.

I entered the van, carefully stepping over glass and broken dishes. Thankfully the fridge was stocked with plastic water bottles, many of them survived. I downed a couple and stuck some in my belt for later.

I didn’t feel well enough to use my powers just yet, oddly I felt drained. Otherwise all the vans would be searched by now. Continuing the search, i repeatedly called out. Pausing for about ten seconds in between calls.

“Rend! Tunani! Are you guys okay? Can you hear me?”

Pause... nothing. Oh my god, please no. Please let Tunani be alive. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to her.

Moving past the kitchen and dinning room, I carefully open the now above me bathroom door. Empty. All that’s left is the bedroom.

I stop at the closed bedroom door, hoping with all my heart that I don’t see a dead Tunani. I bet she’s just unconscious, that little brat, such a deep sleeper.

I grip the doorknob, building up the courage to open it.

Yep, I was sure that was it. There’s simply no way Tunani could have di—

“—help...”

I burst through the door, a relieved smile on my face.

“Tunani! Thank god you’re... okay...” My voice trailed off as I saw who called out, it wasn’t Tunani. Instead I beheld a face full of raw fear, the room stank of it. Ren— no, Erica stared at me in horror, wedged between the bed and the wall. A big metal sharp was lodged in her middle.

“No...” She gasped, “Get... get away.. from.. me!”

“Erica?” Why is she so scared? “Erica whats wrong?”

I could tell just from looking at her that she wasn’t going to make it. I crept to her side, tiptoeing over wooden splinters and glass shards. In the process of reaching Erica, I passed below a big hole in the side of the van. I have no idea how it got there, but it probably had something to do with Erica.

“No!!” She screamed, her eyes widened and her breathing sped up. She tried to scamble back, but failed, slipping on glass.

“Erica stop! You’re hurt, stop moving!” Despite my cries, she continued to struggle. Reaching her, I barely managed to pinned her down.

“Hey! It’s okay, I’m right here.” Her struggling slowed as a strangled noise escaped her lips and she went limp.

“Erica... Erica!” I shook her softly, no response. I sighed, she’s gone. What happened to her to make her so scared? I pushed that thought to the back of my mind, I’d think about it after I found Tunani. She wasn’t in the van, that meant that she’s somewhere outside.

“Please, please be alive Tunani.” I prayed. I climbed out of the van via the big hole in the ceiling, well it’s actually the wall but who’s noticing?

From this vantage point I could see the whole wreckage, but I was only focused on finding Tunani. My eyes scanned the nearby road and grass, until they landed on none other than Conner.

“That’s it!” I exclaimed, snapping my fingers. “Who else would be near Tunani except Conner!”

Scrambling over to the edge I jumped down and stumbled over to him. However, when I neared him, I could see that he was dead also. Another metal shard through his chest.

“Oh no. Not Conner too.” I breathed. There went my last plan to find Tunani. Hopeless, I followed the direction of his eyes and saw her.

I breathed a sigh of relief, from this distance no injuries were visible. I hoped that was a good sign.

I ran over to her, trying my best to not fall over. I collapsed to my knees, scooping her into my arms.

“Tunani? Hey girly, wake up. You’ve taken more than enough naps, time to get up.” My voice quivers, on the verge of breaking. Tears fall down my face.

I can’t loose her now. I’m seconds away from fully losing my mind and breaking down, when she wakes up.

“Fang?” She whispers.

“Oh thank goodness! You scared me to death! Wake up faster next time, you hear me?” I say, a soft smile on my face.

“Why? Why did you do it Fang?” Her voice is stronger now. Her eyes hold mine, filled with fear and horror.

“Do what? What did I do Tunani?” I’m confused, why did I do what? Why is she so scared?

“Why did you kill us?”

Her words slam into me. My mouth moves, but no words come out.

“Why did you kill us all? Only monsters do that Fang. I guess you’re a monster.” As she speaks her eyes widen, she totally believes what she’s saying.

“No... Tunani, what are you saying? I didn’t kill anyone. I would never kill you or anyone else. I’m not that person anymore, I’m not a monster.”

“Yes you are.” She says, “You’re a monster. A killer, it’s in your blood. You can’t get rid of it.”

It all clicked, the hole in the van side, beheaded Blue Breeze, the metal shard in Conner’s chest. It all made sense. It was me. I did it. I’m a monster.

“No I’m not!” I snap.

“Then why did you kill me?” Tunani states matter of factually.

I scoffed, “What do you mean? I haven’t killed you, you’re perfect fine.”

I looked down to scan her body again, only to freeze in horror. In her chest in a metal shard, around it... my hand.

I bolted up, gasping for breath, frantically pushing myself against the bed post. My hands scrap against white bed covers. White... my bed covers aren’t white. Why are they white? This is wrong.. everything’s wrong. I can’t... I can’t... I— yes... yes, I remember now.

My breathing slowed as I recalled where I was. In a hotel, to be more specific, a Paradise Palace hotel.

After three days of sleeping in the tour buses, everyone had had enough. With a possible revolt on their hands, Rend’s managers had no choice but to book some hotel rooms for the night.

That’s Heroes for ya, bunch of spoiled brats. Of course I got stuck in a room with Conner and some other Heroes I couldn’t care less about.

Two people a bed were the conditions they agreed on. Delilah tried her best to get Conner, but a sugar crazed Tunani claimed him before anyone else conjured the thought. To my amusement, they immediately forbid intersex bedding.

Speaking of Tunani... I climbed out of bed, not worrying about waking my bed mate. If my bolting and gasping hadn’t awakened him, nothing would. I slipped out of the room, walking two doors down to the room Tunani was in.

It took six seconds to unlock the door. I entered, silent as ever, and glided to Tunani’s side.

I have no idea how long I stood there, watching her sleep. Grateful that it was just a dream, a dream that could become reality, but wasn’t a reality. Not yet, anyways.

“That’s creepy.” Rend—no—Erica whispered.

Ah, she speaks, unfortunately I don’t. I knew she was awake before entering the room. Heart rate, don’t ask.

“Oh yea, I forgot. You lack verbal skills.” She sent, amusement in her voice.

“That’s rude.” I pushed back.

“Not as rude as you creeping into our room and watching Tunani sleep.” She pointed out.

True.

“If you’re worried I’ll creep on the rest of you, don’t. None of you tweaks my interest.” I barely kept the sneer from my reply.

“I point out what a creep you’re being and you insult me? Real mature. Such a roll model for Tunani you are.”

Ouch. Hit me where it hurts, huh? Can’t say I don’t deserve it.

“So, what kind of nightmare did you have?” Erica asked.

“What makes you think I had a nightmare?” I coolly respond.

“Just a feeling. You know you can talk to me, right? I won’t tell anyone.”

“Oh yay. I’m just overflowing with joy about the prospect of accidentally having my secrets spilled on national television. Such fun.” I was pouring on sarcasm a little too thickly, I should have said nothing.

“Ok man, a simple ‘No’ would suffice.” Her eye roll was obvious, “Besides, we’ve already made progress.”

“Oh?” In what universe?

“Yep, you said more to me in that sentence than the past week. I believe that’s progress, don’t you?”

“Whatever.”

“Glad you agree. Now get out and go back to bed. We hit the road early tomorrow.”

“Just... ten minuets.”

“I’ll be counting, creep.”

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. But true to my word, I leave in ten minutes to go back to my designated room.

Sure enough, the next morning we’re on the road before nine o’clock. Small talk and laughter permeate the air, filling the tour van with the feeling of happiness.

Disgusting. It’s too early for that type of foolery. I hope we hit a deer or something to deaden the mood.

The van suddenly lurched, my stomach with it. I took deep breaths to calm my rolling stomach, losing my breakfast would be wasteful and plain nasty.

I get car sick when I’m not driving. To be honest, this was the real reason I refused to come on this road trip in the first place.

It’s also how I managed to save everyone’s lives.

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