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There & Back Again | Ch. 24

The Chameleon

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Amy sucked in the fresh air as she followed Rick and Angel out of the long tunnel. Her hair was damp from the leaky cracks within the escape tunnel, and she was unsure she'd ever get the smell of mildew out of her shirt.

"It smells like a swamp down in that miserable thing. Don't you do maintenance?" Angel grumbled with a scowl.

"No, I was never planning on actually using it, you should be grateful it didn't cave in all together," Rick said. He pulled a ring of keys from his pocket and wandered towards a large object covered in Camo, tarp, and other hunting stealth items.

"So wait, let me get everything straight," Amy said, following and wringing out her hair. "You're an ex-Loxion asshole, who's been on the run for the past three - "

"Five" Angel corrected.

"The past five years, you've been feeding this mangy stray dog here," Amy said pointing to Angel who scowled. "Who has, what, powers? And working with a rival group to stop Loxion, and this rival just so happened to have information from another informant that Myrtle is in danger.....in Pittsburgh?" Amy asked.

Rick and Angel pulled away the camouflage to reveal a truck that had seen much better days. It was coated in thick rust and dents that were reminiscent of hitting one too many animals. The front window had several cracks from rocks, and the grill of the truck was painted in the remains of crusty bugs.

Rick watched Angel with concern as his left eye started to twitch. "That...that wasn't you that poofed you and the girl into the tunnel, was it?" Rick asked cautiously. Angel looked up at him, he said nothing, but his clear eyes said it for him.

"Shit, Maybe she should stay behind," Rick muttered.

"Like hell, I will, if Myrtle's in trouble I'm going. We're tied together." Amy protested. "What's it matter if the weirdo gets all twitchy?" Amy asked.

"Angel..." Rick started, But Angel stood tall and glared. "I steal 'abilities' to feed my own, as I cannot tap into my own power anymore thanks to that stupid goddamn chip." Angel spoke in a metallic voice lulling with deep disgust. He rubbed his neck lightly, his short blunt nails clawing at his own skin.

"So I feed off of those who have them as well, I take their power, and It will last me a few years." He explained. Rolling his eyes to look at Amy, he gave a bitter smile, "Only I don't have any more prey now that I'm free of that damned lab." Said Angel.

Amy took a defensive step back. "Well, I won't be your next victim." She barked glaring. Angel laughed. "I can't touch you, the fairy is your friend...remember?" He asked.

"Why's this girl mean so much to you?" Rick asked Angel, he was slightly unnerved by the heavy look of devotion in the boy's eyes. A wild, demented smile crossed Angel's lips. "She's a part of me, I can feel it. He wants her to for a different reason, but..." Angel shook his head, his eyes glaring into the void as he clenched his fists, drawing blood.

Angel's eyes fluttered, and a slight sadness filled them for the briefest of moments, "She's a part of Lilly," Memories flooded into Angel's mind. A small white room, and a woman with a mass of thick kinky hair atop her head smiling down at him. She pressed a finger to her lips and pulled a candy bar from her pocket.

"Papa's a jerk sometimes....but he only wants to see you thrive. Go on...it's your birthday, isn't it, Petey?" Angel murmured quietly, He could remember her words in that deep but soothing voice, like a Billie Holiday record, and a smile that could light up the darkest night. A fearless smile, one of the few that wasn't afraid of him in that awful place.

Angel stood in his silence for a long time, "Pete...you're not there, come on, you know you freak the hell out of me when you do that!" Rick called out. A crooked smile slowly inched across Angel's lips. He looked up at Rick and grinned.

"And he doesn't freak you out any other time?" Amy questioned.

Rick shrugged, "I'll fill you in on the rest on the way, but you have to explain yourself too." Rick said, pointing at her. Amy shrugged, "might as well." she hummed, watching Rick unlock the doors, "I've told enough people already." she added.

Angel pushed up the passenger seat so that Amy may climb into the back seat of the two-door Truck. Once she was settled, he got in as well.

Looking through the trees, he could see Black cars carefully making their way through the rough terrain. "We got friends." Angel grumbled, a smile ticking back onto his face.

"I have enough strength left...want me to flay them?" He asked.

Amy nearly shivered at the chill in his voice. "Um, no! No! We don't need a crime scene so close to my house!" Rick raged.

Angel shrugged, "you're boring old man." he sighed, leaning back into the sea. "Besides, you might be needed when we get to where we're going." Rick added. "Which is where in Pittsburgh exactly?" Amy asked.

"How are we supposed to find Myrtle and Rughead?" Amy added, looking at Rick with her brows raised. Rick looked to Angel who closed his eyes, and behind their lids, they started to shift about. "Where are you, little fairy." He whispered.

"Yeah," Amy sang with unease, "not any less creepy," she muttered.

Angel was back in the darkness, his eyes trained on a hospital bed, he could feel static moving around in the air, it made the flyaways of his hair stand up towards the air, and the hair on his arms raised.

But that wasn't just from the suffocating static, Angel walked to the hospital bed, and leaning on it, he rested a hand on Myrtle's arm, his fingers lightly touching the IV dug into her vein. She couldn't feel him there, he knew that much. Quietly, Angel followed Myrtle's gaze. She was glaring, knives, at a figure ahead of them.

Angel focused, and soon the second figure came into view, "Loxion bitch." Angel muttered, glaring at the oddly dressed woman. Leaving Myrtle's side in the darkness, Angel circled the woman, carefully examining her.

"Do you see anything?" Rick asked. His voice echoes around the Darkness around Angel.

"Myrtle's bound to a hospital bed, The location hasn't come to me yet...but there is a woman." Angel spoke.

Amy watched as Angel's lips barely moved his eyes still closed, still moving about under his eyelids. A faint snarl came to his face, "I know her, she used to work at the lab before the first break-out." said Angel.

In the darkness, he took a step closer to the woman. "Franchesca Torrance" Angel sang with disdain. "Torrance? When did she join with Loxion?" Rick's voice said through the darkness.

"Brenner blamed her weakness after Lilly was....sent away, and then it's said she stole away with several of the kids in the night, But He... helped them escape, that's when they gave him a stronger chip...." Angel explained.

Amy looked at Rick, "is he talking about himself?" she asked.

"No," Angel answered flatly.

In the darkness, he walked closer to Franchesca, and soon he stood before her, nose to nose, staring hatefully into her face. He chuckled giddily under his breath, "I'm gonna kill you, ma'am." He nearly sang. "Very slowly." he whispered.

Angel leaned towards Franchesca's ear, "I will take your drums, your cords, and your teeth." He whispered. "And then I will peel you open."

These words Amy and Rick did not hear, but in Pittsburgh, Franchesca would shiver, not knowing why.

Angel walked back to Myrtle in the darkness, he touched her face and her shoulder, resting his forehead on hers, in the darkness he closed his eyes. "Now show me...where are you, fairy." He said softly.

Myrtle's memories flew through his head at agonizing speeds. From the seat of the Truck, blood dripped from Angel's nostril. He could see the Leaving Hawkins sign, He could see Myrtle having fun with Corroded Coffin in Eddie's Van, He could see the way Eddie helped her in the bathrooms, He could see the concert and her interactions there, and finally, he could see the kidnapping.

But he could not see the district or the address of where she was currently.

The darkness faded away rapidly and Angel's eyes flew open, he turned to Rick and shook his head. "She did not see her location." He muttered, turning to glare out the front window. Eyes hooked on the road ahead of them.

"Great now what?" Amy asked.

"I can try again later... I just," Angel sighed, his body shuddered with exhaustion.

"Yeah, rest up, kid." Rick said comfortingly. Angel leaned his head back and closed his eyes as if to sleep. "I will see if Munson saw anything in a bit." He muttered.

"But Fairy you showed me more than enough, You have her with you....008. You're in good hands, for now." Angel thought, letting sleep take him.

While the guards fought off ferocious mice, Mick had successfully gotten hold of her knife sitting up with her back to Axel's she started to cut his bonds, If she could free him he could take the knife and cut her loose as well.

"Do you think they'll help us?" Jeff asked, "maybe if we buy them time, look, the Mice are starting to go away." Scott reasoned. "Buy them time how exactly?" Eddie asked. "The painful way." Scott said. "Hey! Hey Dumbasses!" Gareth shouted, "what the hell is with the fly goggles? What are you some alien cult? Shouldn't you be at Area 51 or something?" He said laying into them.

It's all it took, one of the frustrated men stomped over to him with Cattle prod in hand. "Wait, wait, I was just -" Gareth's yelps were louder than the buzzing of the prod. "Hey! Lay off him!" Eddie called out furious, but then the prod was moved his way instead.

Myrtle fought at her bindings, "Leave them alone! Please, I swear I won't fight, I'll do whatever you want j-just..." Myrtle stammered. The Tv had been knocked over, she could no longer see it, but now she could hear the muffled cries of her friends from the floor above her.

"But you are giving us what we want, and you can only do so with their help." said Franchesca as he walked to Myrtle's side.

The woman removed her goggles and mask, smiling down at Myrtle, she lightly pet the top of the scared girl's head. "You see, they will help you open the door to Him." She lulled.

"H-him? Him who?" Myrtle stammered, she didn't like a distant look in the woman's eyes.

Franchesca suddenly scowled, her eyes becoming sharp, and she grabbed Myrtle's hair roughly. "The monster in your head, the monster in everyone's head. He shares your blood, we will kill him, and keep you to make more. You see..." Franchesca became calm almost instantly, her rough pulling becoming a gentle stroking of Myrtle's hair once more.

"Your DNA is tame, and with it, the research that Brenner failed can be restarted. We can make a force that many will pay top dollar to employ. Perfect soldiers. Soldiers who can fight using parts of the brain most of us have forgotten, soldiers who can tap into a world, most of us have never seen." she lulled.

Myrtle clenched her jaw, "this woman is nuts." She thought. But then she had to wonder. "You did just blast a Tv across the room." Myrtle thought to herself.

Franchesca scowled as she noticed Myrtle's pulse was falling back to steady speeds. "You're calming down." She muttered at her. Myrtle looked at the woman in confusion.

"We can't have that..." Franchesca murmured, lifting the walkie to her lips. "Target the one in the Denim vest and hold it there." she ordered.

Myrtle's heartbeat ran away from her as she started to feel dizzy. "No, no - no, don't! Hello! Listen to me! Don't do it!" Myrtle shouted at the top of her lungs.

Eddie's eyes grew wide as he heard the distant voice of the Walkies of the men. "Myrtle!" He called out, rolling away from the prod. "I knew it!" He gasped, laying on his back, he glared at the man hovering above him.

Drawing his knee's down to his chest, with his legs in the air, Eddie waited for the man to draw close before kicking out as hard as he could. The man with the prod fell to the ground, cupping himself. Groaning and rolling across the worn carpet.

"Fancy suits and no safety cup?" Axel laughed, driving Mick's knife into the neck of one of the guards. Blood shot across his face and clothes, and Mick took the chance to steal the man's cattle prod while Axel stabbed him right to the ground.

Mick jabbed the prod into the base of one man's spine and held it there. "Axel!" She shouted, and without question, Axel slashed the knife across the man's throat.

Jeff watched wide-eyed as the man fell before him on the floor, gurgling. "Holy shit!" Jess screamed.

"Hey!" Eddie barked, having gotten to his feet he ran at one of the men knocking him forward, "Can we get a hand here?" Eddie said, turning to show his arms, which had been bound behind his back.

Axel was quick to cut him free, and Eddie rushed towards his friends, working fast to untie them. Once free, the boys took up as many Cattle prods as they could get a hold of from the fallen guards and used them to help Mick and Axel with the rest.

The group was left out of breath, Axel and Mick covered in blood. "Ew it's sticky!" Axel complained. "Well, maybe next time be less messy, huh?" Mick advised.

"What now?" Eddie asked.

"Axel! Mick!" Kali's cries sounded within the minds of her friends. "Did you hear that?" Axel asked. "No..." Scott said carefully.

"I did," Mick murmured, "Kali," she said turning to Axel who gave a nod, the two looked about quietly. "Your friend? You hear her? I don't hear anything...." Gareth questioned.

"It's an illusion, a vocal one. You wouldn't hear it." Mick explained.

"Where are you!" Mick shouted out at the top of her lungs.

"Shhhhh!" Eddie hushed, "are you crazy, everyone will know something's not right here!" he reasoned. "So let them come, we'll be ready." Axel said.

Eddie rolled his eyes, "seriously man, if there were this many guys already, there is upstairs and a basement. Probably an attic too in an old house like this." He said flatly.

"All with the potential to be hiding a bunch of mean motherfuckers." He added.

"The attic. The attic hurry!" Kali called to her friends. Without a word, Mick and Axel ran for the stairs.

"Wait! Where are you going!" Jeff called out. "Hello!" Eddie called, chasing after them to the stairs, but his feet stopped him. "Let them go, We need to find Myrtle," said Gareth.

"right but... where?" Scott asked.

Myrtle froze at the sounds of a scuffle over the walkies. "It seems as though your friends made quick work of the pawns. That was surprising" said Franchesca. The woman looked at Myrtle, watching the electric shimmer in the girl's eyes, they now blazed a violent shade of silver.

Franchesca held the walkie out to Myrtle, "Have anything you'd like to say before the final act? It seems you're activated now. We've got the other girl. Your friends are no longer needed." She said.

Myrtle's eyes welled with tears, if she took the chance maybe she could warn them, Franchesca had yet to give an order to anyone else. She could at least let them know something was coming. Myrtle gave a nod and the walkie switched on. "Eddie? Guys!" Myrtle called into it.

Eddie turned and scrambled for the walkie on the floor closest to him. Pressing the button, he held it to his mouth, "Myrtle! Myrtle! Where the hell are you?" He asked frantically. "Eddie, you have to get the guys out! You have to get out now!" Myrtle's voice came through.

"Calm down, where are you?" Jeff said, picking up a walkie of his own off of one of the dead men. "No time, please, just get out!" Myrtle called.

"No, what room?" Eddie said.

"Damn it, Eddie, just get out! You can seek help later!" Myrtle shouted, Eddie could hear the tears in her eyes louder than the fear in her words. "McKinney, you tell me right this minute, where are you?" Eddie repeated, calming his own voice down. "She's scared shitless." he thought.

Meanwhile, Franchesca glanced down at the watch on her arm and a catlike smile took over her face. "She's here." she hummed, pleased with herself, shutting off the walkie. "Who's here?" Myrtle asked, following the woman's movements.

"Our Bargaining chip, the last thing Loxion needs is to be tied to an actual crime. Rather than getting rid of a band of teens. It's easier to buy them off." Franchesca mused.

Myrtle glared, "You can't buy them off, they aren't those kinds of people." she barked.

Franchesca smiled with amusement at Myrtle's defensiveness. "It's almost sad you actually care for them," she said. Myrtle froze and watched the woman baffled as she clicked on the walkie.

"Myrtle, you there?" Eddie asked into his Walkie, "Myrtle come on answer me...." he said again but silence remained. "Shit." he hissed, looking to his friends, but they were just as clueless. "What do we do? Is it the battery or...." Eddie's voice trailed off, he didn't want to think about the or.

Light footsteps could be heard from outside the front door. The boys looked at each other in panic. "This isn't good...." Jeff whispered. Before they could find a place to hide, the door knob turned, the door opened wide and a slender figure entered in.

Spotting Eddie, her dark eyes lit up, and a strained smile crossed her face. Eddie dropped the Walkie in his hand and his body shuddered as he took a step back. "You," he said, the world slowed down as his voice struggled to make the words, "you can't be here." He said.

Water gathered into Eddie's eyes while the boys watched him carefully, "You aren't here anymore." His voice broke. The girl tilted her head and smiled as she held out her arms, "what do you call this then?" She asked, reaching up, she tugged at the end of her hair with one hand. "Feels pretty real," she said with a faint smile.

She stepped inside and let the door close behind her, offering a reassuring smile to the boys who watched almost defensively. "It's really ok," she said to them, She didn't remember Gareth and barely knew Jeff, but Scott she knew well. She used to sing with them.

Eddie continued to step back as they walked closer. "Stop being silly, Ed." She called, Eddie stopped moving away as if commanded. "Huh, you're still a good listener." She hummed.

The girl held out her hand, "come on, take it." she said softly. Eddie was hesitant, but with his hand hovering, he reached out toward the fair hand before him. His palm slipped across her skin, it was faintly warm but also cold in a way it shouldn't have been. As if the circulation wasn't flowing correctly through her fingers.

"Gail?" Eddie questioned weakly. She smiled and gave a nod.

Eddie rolled up the sleeve of her sweater, one thing would tell him the truth, and there they were, lined in perfect rows. Little scars up her flawless skin. "Across the river, not down the stream...remember? I promised." Gail whispered, reaching out her other hand to touch Eddie's hair.

Eddie's arms flew out, wrapping around her, he pulled Gail to him. "How?" He asked, hiding his face in her hair. "How?" He asked again.

Gail stroked Eddie's hair to calm him, and he melted in her arms. "Loxion," She hummed pulling away, Gail held Eddie's face, "They saved me, this is a trade - Eddie. You see...they need your friend. She'll serve an incredible purpose." Gail said cautiously, her words as if reassuring a small child.

Eddie shook his head, "what? What's Loxion?" He asked. "They brought me back." Gail said with a smile.

"I don't trust this, Eddie...." Gareth spoke quietly.

"I mean...she is here...." Scott said, "what kind of trade?" He asked.

Gail released Eddie's face and turned to Scott, "Me for her, I can come home but Myrtle and Kali must stay." she said. "We can't do that, Myrtle has a family." Jeff chimed.

"If I may." Franchesca spoke into the Walkie.

Myrtle sat in the hospital bed, looking between the woman and the man in the scrubs. The man watched Myrtle with sympathetic eyes, he looked uncomfortable. "Like he knows something." Myrtle thought.

"Who is Gail?" was the other question lingering in her thoughts. She had a powerful but elegant voice, Myrtle could only imagine what she must have looked like. More than anything, the little crack in Eddie's voice as he spoke to her, sent a gentle pain through Myrtle's core.

"She means something to him." thought Myrtle.

"Loxion can and will arrange the situation to where no blame would fall on you boys for Myrtle's disappearance. Her family is questionable at best, you could consider the trade as saving her life." Franchesca offered.

Gareth looked down at his walkie and the boys gathered around him.

"That doesn't sound any less sketchy," said Gareth. "Myrtle will play a role in something historical, an advancement towards the future of the world. While Gail..."

"Don't listen to her!" Kali shouted from the stairwell. Behind her, Mick and Axel now armed with guns and battered from an obvious fight.

"What the fuck..." Jeff exhaled.

Mick and Axel had their guns aimed at Gail. "Eddie?" Gail questioned fearfully, taking hold of his arm she stepped behind him. "Can you please just put those things down?" Eddie asked, his hands in the air.

Kali however found herself glaring at Gail. "It's a trick, they took someone important to you because they knew you'd be here with Myrtle. It's a setup! Someone told them about you being here, someone knew." Kali warned.

"It's screams planned. You showing up in Pittsburgh, Myrtle stumbling on the alleyway. Those people who chased our crew and trapped Axel. They were Lab men." Mick chimed in.

"Dodo wouldn't have given us tickets to a show just to trap Myrtle. They don't even know each other." Gareth shouted glaring.

"Dodo? Gave you tickets?" Gail asked with a smile. Eddie glanced back at her, mildly confused with how unconcerned she seemed. "Uh....yeah?" Eddie answered. "Is she doing well? God, I miss her, does she still have yellow hair?" asked Gail, offering a fond smile.

"Um... I-it's green now, but, Gail. Seriously? Not right now." Eddie reasoned.

"The show was canceled, and you were miraculously given a 5th ticket. I'm sorry, Eddie, love." A dry voice called as the front door swung open again. As the woman entered, she removed the hood of her jacket and Voorhees mask.

She shook out her sea-green hair, "But I needed to lure you here, to lure them here." the woman said, her eyes glaring at the Walkie in Gareth's hands.

"It's you...." Kali gasped. With wide eyes, she watched the woman. A face she'd never forget, the first face she'd seen on the outside of the Lab. "Hello, eight." the woman greeted with a smile. Kali flew down the stairs, her arms flying around the woman who held her close. "Doris!" Kali choked.

Axel and Mick were left stunned, as were Eddie and the boys.

"He said you were coming..." Kali stated, collecting herself as she stepped away from Doris. Doris gave a troubled frown, "don't trust him Eight, never." Doris warned.

Eddie shook his head and shouted, "wait!" fists clenched, he took a breath and held one finger in the air. "Can we just make sense of one thing at a time first?" He asked.

Doris looked at him with a Level gaze, "Make the trade and I can answer all your questions." Doris stated calmly. A smirk played on her face. "Trust me, Myrtle's got a cavalry coming." her voice said, words filling the minds of everyone in the room.

"Oh, oooh, ok, what was that?" Scott questioned frightened. Doris simply smiled.

"We've got an old friendship, Eddie...you boys trust me?" Doris asked.

Eddie glanced at Gail, she nodded her head a bit, "do it," she mouthed. "Yeah..." Eddie answered. His core shook with protest, and his mouth went try as if to stop the words from forming as he took the Walkie from Gareth. "We'll make the trade." He said.

Myrtle's heart sunk, and her eyes flew to the man in the scrubs. The worry on his face had gone and instead, a small smile had formed. "You'll be alright." The man mouthed to her.

However, Myrtle wasn't so sure of that.

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elliebartlets · 28 days

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veronica mars rewatch 1x13: lord of the bling

• these pop culture titles are killing me

• I recognize this hip hop artist guy but cannot place him

• “how did a man like me end up with national black velvet and urkel?”

the way his kid actually looks like urkel 💀

• “we used to be friends. a long time ago.”

*cue theme song* a long time ago we used to be friends.

Ok I see what you did there.

• also how was Veronica friends with that girl and not know her dad was a hip hop producer/singer/whatever tf he is??

• MONIQUE COLEMAN?!

• sorry anytime there’s a guest star I recognize I gotta scream about it in all caps

• oh no what went down between Veronica and Yolanda?

• “if you really want flowers dying seems to be the way to go.”

so real. my grandfather died a couple weeks ago and there’s been like 5 flower bouquets

• of course Aaron’s all sappy and sentimental about his wife now that she’s dead

• “You hear of a rapper named Dime Bag?”

“Dad, I thought you read “Vibe”. Not my boo? Thuggin’?”

“Lovely tunes, I’m sure.”

• Veronica has some serious guts to put herself in situations and pretend to be people re: pretending to work for the hotel and showing the rappers to their new room so she can bug it.

• Logan had every right to physically assault that reporter imo

• why do I feel like Yolanda’s brother had something to do with her disappearance?

• ohhh Logan made out with Yolanda. That’s what he was talking about with the counselor in the previous episode, about how he wish Veronica never told Lily cause they would still be together and she might be alive.

• so I guess the Bone’s lawyer’s son had something to do with kidnapping Yolanda because of what Bone did to his dad

• omg Logan thinks his mom’s still alive. I forgot about that.

• I really do like his reasoning though, with the story of his grandfather’s “free at last” lighter being left behind by her a “sign” that she’s just escaped the life she hated and not dead.

• also I never watched season 4 but I think I read somewhere that in that season it comes out his mom is still alive???

Idk, but I DON’T want confirmation on that cause I may watch season 4 after rewatching these seasons

• yeahhh idk I’m with Lilly on this. I completely understand why she’s pissed at Yolanda and the fact that Yolanda tried to tell Veronica that nothing happened when Veronica saw her and Logan kissing. And then tried to backpedal it by saying he kissed her. I mean come on. That might be true, but she didn’t even try and pull away.

• ha so the brother was involved in something. damn, scamming his dad into thinking his daughter was kidnapped and taking his ring, that’s cold.

• so she just ran off???

• she ran off with the lawyer’s son and got married?!?! she’s like 17 wtaf

• well this was wild.

• and now Logan wants Veronica to find his mother. Yikes. That’s not gonna end well.

#veronica mars #vmars #lord of the bling

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queen-asante · 6 years

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ejucated immigrant

((AUTHOR’S NOTE: @eene-fangirl For the Fanfiction Weekend Challenge! I should probably wait to post this for Rolf Appreciation Month, but there’s a lot of Jonny backstory/headcanons in here, so I thought it would count. Basically, it’s a poem from Rolf’s POV but it’s technically about Jonny, or rather, Jonny was my muse for this.

I haven’t written a poem in Rolf’s ‘’voice’’ since 2014 but believe it or not, that one little line that Edd says in ‘’A Case of Ed’’ inspired the poem (you know, the one), and as I was reading Ntozake Shange’s for colored girls who have considered suicide/ when the rainbow is enuf, it produced said result. A turnip for your thoughts? I don’t normally write Rolf like this, it’s actually more like Rolf emulating Ntozake Shange for those familiar with her style. As an Indian Immigrant girl who’s considered suicide, that book changed my life, she’s my idol. Hence, the poem is written in ebonics and all lower case to pay homage to Shange (and I consciously dropped third person redundancies, it wasn’t a mistake). Three non-EEnE characters are briefly mentioned: the first one is Vanessa, my friend who’s half African-American and half Haitian. The second one is Ice, who belongs to my friend, Dani. Ice, in her world, is a black and white cat who becomes Double D’s pet. Rolf fears him because he’s not only black and white, but he shares the name of Immigration and Customs Enforcement by pure coincidence. Dani didn’t plan this, as she created Ice before she met me but she liked the idea of giving Rolf a reason to fear the cat, and so we came up with that story together. The third one is Dr. Feelgood who was my therapist, it’s not her real name, it was an affectionate nickname I coined for her in my years battling Bipolar Disorder Type 3.

As a closing thought, much apologies for the length, also tumblr’s going to mess up the format.))

‘’ejucated immigrant’’

dear gods,

i be 14 wit skin as rough as treebark & hands dat look old

i waz the dark skined immigrant wanting to bathe in bleach

Brown Black / Blue Black / Amber Beige / Bister Brick Bronze / Chestnut Chocolate Cinnamin

Copper / Drab / Dust / Ginger / Fawn / Ochre / Coffe Colourd Caramel

Tawny / Terra-Cotta / Henna / Sepia / Umbre

lookin in the thesurus eddward wit two ds give me when i come to dis country

everything spell Brown but nothing spell White

White sound nice like pearl like snow like milk like golden skined white skined light skined

honey dipped / lemon kissed / but begging for ivory / fair frosted silvery ashen boy jimmy

your white hands on my brown skin

i waz the dark skined immigrant botherin to drag you round

you stand there like a closed mouth statue & you insult my way of life

think you know everythin / rolf just some ignorant third world peasant or somethin

but we be livin dis way longer than the foundin of your land

your country young my country old

numbers & poppy / it just to give you illegitimately born breeds of donkeys

somethin to hee-haw over / science say there no gods either but who know dat

you cannot contain lightning bugs in a jar

i waz the dark skined immigrant dreamin of shakin the mr presidents hand

the former mr president wit eyes like a tired old man & Brown his Brown like a mud bath

it really too bad you know / rolf like your former president

dat black man who dont check dixtionaries for validation of his blackness

he not so bad / he waz sympathetic to the plight of the immigrant but his hands tied

not blame him / he not god he not have all the power in the world to fix dis weather

dis cloud dat hang over your land & who the hell is perfect?

it really such a shame / i dream to see the Hill / see the pearly house painted white the place where he live meet him shake his large brown hand / one brown hand to another

cept i not black / rolf not have to be / not pass / rolf european he is white not bloodless

he not pass he not be white enough for your country

cept i be white on the inside look coloured on the out but i aint no coloured

under my skin i am more than a colour

whoever herd of white passing for person of colour

but suddenly i get to dis country & i be treated no different than jonny

so alls i got is coloured dreams

poor grate nano lived & died on silly dreams / well they not exist

there be only reality & reality not kind to the dark skined indigenous immigrant

no one know what i supposed to be / take a wild guess

indian pakistani mexican romani rolf herd it all & none suppose right

they only looking at my face / the outside the outside not matter

cuz i waz the dark skined immigrant not italian not irish but the other kinds

& no one will see unless rolf cut open his veins & bleed

a Wood Nymph have my colour & if i check off the box dat say caucasian i get a funny look

from the lady sittin behind the counter wit the yellow nail polish & beaded eyeglass

spose if jonny do the same they wont believe him neither

jonny be good

yous see him dancin / wearin his stomach out / dark skined bare feet / swayin his hips

& grate thin arms but he not care dat he gots splinters in his fingertips

his nails turnin all black & blue & those chapped lips look like eyes starin out atchu

the gods make dis child the way he is

wit skinted knees & all & elbows pointed outwards readin you like a map

always wit the label on the left side

but he bootiful & he know it / beauty sometime come in the empty coffee can

not in the paper lillies or plastic pearls

you cant make a silk purse from a sows ear / even if dat ear be made of wood

of wood widda crayon drawn smile

jonnys mother the madwoman in the attic

rolf be certain jonny the wood boy some kind of elf from the passage of Valhöll

the mother of the Tree Sprite she not like rolf / well she not like any child it seems

weepy jimmy-boy & rolf invited to jonny-boys abode for a meeting of the Urban Rangers

& tho his mother never says so we feel she not like us very well

she never ast us to stay for lunch

even tho rolf personally would not eat a morsel of what these people eat

& we always been so polite to her but still she build walls

rolf believe she jealous of us becuz jonny likes us

she come out to the parlour / barefoot / flowers in her wild tangled mess of black raven hair

like yoko ono & wearing a long paisley skirt / she bootiful in an earthy sort of way

but she has a wild look in her eyes like a tigress

a violently insane expression like a german vampire dat make rolf think of bertha mason

she looms over her son like a dark older sister becuz they look so alike

altho her skin much darker / a deep chocolate brown / her complexion remind rolf of vanessa maybe she is haitian / she like the demon in nanas stories the one we all have widdin us

who comes out when we try too hard to be good children

she look at white as snow jimmy & myself like she disprove

either she not like us the uniforms or both

rolf forget tho these hippies wit their anti-establishment

they think every uniform represents what jonny calls ‘’the Man’’ & dats what it is rolf think

she not want jonny in the organisation

becuz she think it goes against their opposition to social norms

rolf could tell she wanted to ast us to leave / she not like jonny spending so much time wit us

becuz then he not at home meditating wit her or whatever it is they do

jonnys family is strange / they not eat meat & walk around shoeless

rolf has been called a gypsy by the children at school but flower child jonny seem to rolf more of a gypsy if there ever waz such a thing

he is almost ethereal / his family must be from a clan of faeries the kind nana warns rolf about but brown-skinned jonny seem harmless enough

i watch his mama put a daisy in the pocket of his jeans

i not know if his daddy be white or black but what difference does dat make

rolf understand it is important for a child to love their family no matter their faults

i know The Giving Tree still love his mother

even if she would prefer him to leave the Urban Rangers

of us three jimmy be the whitest of white jonny the blackest of black & i somewhere in between

but any one of us can walk into a puerto rican bar & start speakin spanish

& no one would know what we are

race too complicated & people too narrow minded / want everything boxed in

one day we waz layin on dat grassy knoll / jonny & i

where the trees whisper to us & we whisper back

cuz you know the boy talk to trees & i listen to his voice / & i be lookin at our hands you see

cuz we waz layin inches apart a flower between us & i tuck it behind his ear

then i look & see my skin only one shade lighter than his

tho the sun make me browner than i really be

out in the sun for hours & hours plowing & plowing the fields

by sundown i roasted coffee bean brown / as black as the inside of a chimney

& if i stumble into town any passing stranger would think i waz Black i mean African

id have to stay out of the sun for days to get my old colour black lest i wander round wit only the whites of my eyes visible on my sun burnt dyed rust brown brown skin

& hair so course youd suppose it come off a horses ass

lookin more like an American Indian than a White

i holdin the back of my hand up to jonnys now

how bout dat two brown hands one dark & one light but whos to say i not be a dark white & he not a light skined brown

dont you dare tell me what i am & am not

bitch dis aint no south africa where yous all can reassign us based on what you think

i aint no sandra laing but sometime i wouldnt mind bein black if it meant for you to leave me be

in fact ill gladly be whatever you want me to be but i am what i am

not black enough for black not white enough for white so what am i?

dont box me into Black & White / cuz in dis world brother dat not exist

im sorry as hell but i gettin real tired of bein called

an illegal / an alien / a wop / a gypsy / a guinea / a brownie whatever you want to call us

all your bigoted slurs clumping us together like we one & the same

dat fine but papers or no papers not define who i am

so uncle sam can take it & shove it

welcome to america!

i be having a long love affair wit your country & people

i also be having a war wit em

mama told me there are limits for dark skined immigrants stuck in dis light skined first world

we come over the border wit all the rest of them

wit all them people from central & south america

wit all them refugees from africa & asia

guess what we blend right in we look no different

look just like any other brown faced ‘’illegal alien’’

border patrol take one look at us & think we just like the rest

cuz yesterdays europeans are todays mexicans & middle easterners

coloured Sons of Shepherds gots few chances

what it like to be bilingual / to speak in two tounge

ah but to be fluent in one & not the other tryin to find any definishun in the dixtionary

in which i drop third person redunduncies cuz i only one person not three

& i only speak two language

you speak spanish?

no habla inglés

you speak english?

i dont speak spanish

one day the hat & head as one edd boy say oh rolf! youre so unejucated!

i think my ears deseeve me but i know what i herd

i wish to strike his milk honey cheeks full of nonsense

& say to him i am the ejucated immigrant you be warned about

dont talk to me bout ejucashun

i sale cross the oshun

i wash up on your shore

i lern another language

it wasnt easy

what you know bout ejucashun

all you know come from books & theories

at least i know where i stand

you are a child & i am old old old my hands notted thick wit veins like the roots of a tree

you say i sound angry / yea i angry but not as angry as you

cuz there nothing they fear more than a minority who knows what up

i used to be fraid but not no more

i used to fear the plainclothes agents in Black & White uniform

of immigration & customes enforecement / of ICE police

of eddwards Black & White cat name Ice on ICE

he must be making fool out of me to call a domesticated beast after homeland security

a cat in uniform because the gods make him so not by choice

like there be some purpose to it / i waz the dark skined immigrant you made fun of

i see what they do to the undocumented immigrant on the telly

but now i not be fraid / becuz you cant touch me

so the grapefruit widda red ugly mouth & bleached hair sit in office now

damming all them people from ‘’shithole countries’’ / just as well but we here to stay

it not what i ast for but no use fighting it

& i will gladly pull the bookmarks from my english dixtionary

the one double d edd boy give me

no longer will i bathe in bleach / only use to washing dishes & floors

i not some bloody floor

‘’immigrant’’

at least i can spell dat / i look it up in the dixtionary

websters dixtionary / who the hell is webster?

but now it marked up used copy wit yellow post it notes

i use it a lot to lern your tounge

i not smart but i sho as hell not unejucated / papa can tell me dat

i be in your country in first place to reseeve ‘’best ejucashun’’ like grate nano wanted

grate nano waz an adventurer / a dreamer wit big goals

he travell far & wide seeking fame & fortune

when he a very young boy immigrants from every cesspool in western & eastern europe set sale for The North / it waz always grate nanos dream to travel North

everyone say he more insane than a bovine wit mad cows disease

there no room in dis life for dreams they tell him / he prove our village wrong

when rolf eight years of age grate nano briefly left the Old Country to set sale for america

everyone say he be too old / he never too old for dreams

he wanted to find dat American Dream he hear so often about

spoken wit fondness by the tinkers who visit our land

he returned from his valiant voyage wit stories about what he seen

in the North he said everyone has cars & money & television & running water

no one listen / The North the North they say dat is all you ever talk about

he waz a man who dreamed of a new life for his family & so he decided to send for us

& make a better life for ourselves after the plagues of the land had haunted our family for years grate nano promised us america he said youll soon be eating apple pie from off a china plate white picket fence / coca cola / santa clause / marilyn monroe / empire state building

it sound like a fairytale he spun a legend dat the streets waz paved wit gold

& we believed him for shining in grate nanos eye waz a dream & so here we are

rest his soul he wanted so much to buy us light & sun & clean wind of the oshun

‘’immigrant’’ waz a new word for rolf when he first come here

did not know after hearing the stories from grate nano dat he would soon be one himself

rolf not know what dat mean & still really dont

the dixtionary definishun say \ ˈi-mə-grənt \ noun. a person who comes to a country to take up permanent residence

\ ˈi-mə-ˌgrāt \ verb. [to go or remove into; in, into, and migrate, to remove.]

to come into a new country, region, or environment in order to settle there: opposed to emigrate.

oh sorry dat definishun not say we unclean people / flea invested vermin

sickly serpents who not speak english / greaser / sheenie

contagions of american society / incredibly dirty tramps fresh off the boat

so pervasive / such nonwhite filth / staring back at pitch black faces

not blonde haired & blue eyed / nonwhite skin only fit for dirt & waste work

mama papa kiss me goodbye i going to haiti

but it is what rolf is now it part of his identity just as much as the colour of his skin

just as much as bein a pagan / just as much as bein a male

just as much as bein the Son of a Shepherd

now rolf a new man living in the New World

i am an immigrant

sometime i wish i waz shug avery / bootiful fictional dark skin harlem singer

half man half woman / wit my large glittering masculine thighs i make an animal of men

maybe i have the courtesan complex

so i ast dr feelgood what my diag-nonsense

& she say poor soul you suffer from Stressed Shepherd Syndrome

okay so we all crazy in one way or another / it alright for some

of a mannequin in tears / of personal prejudices

im an unejucated farm boy from No Mans Land

im a poet who write in english

neisatnaf i isatnaf ne / ttim tetrejh dem gnyalp re lesgnel og gem tolrof nuh

rettenremmos i sirb ne mos rav ed / gem etlatrof nuh dro retsem nadrovh

etted tal eddejks rofrovh? / enneh lit gem trekided gej og enneh teksnø etrejh ttim

senneh enenyoø ås gej etted tla eddejks rofrovh

& this is for Sons of Shepherds who have considered suicide

fin

#my writing #poetry #poem #eene #ed edd n eddy #jonny #jonny 2x4 #rolf #jonny appreciation month

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sad-goomy · 7 years

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gala - part 1/2

Pokemon Sun+Moon Pairing: Lonashipping (GladionxMoon) Warning(s): Moon says a bad word because she’s a ruffian A/N: The first of a little two-shot. Moon and co. are ~16, Gladion is ~17, and none of that really comes up but it can’t hurt to know.

In helping Professor Burnet and Kukui with their fieldwork, Moon has witnessed some brutal battles between wild Pokemon.

All of them look like child's play compared to the battle of wills happening between Gladion and Lillie.

"I'm not going," he snaps.

"It's not optional," she counters.

Moon looks between the two, feeling more than a little uncomfortable as she's caught in the middle of the table. When Lillie had texted her about meeting up for lunch with Gladion, it hadn't sounded like she meant to start an all-out war. Within minutes of them sitting at their table, however, Lillie sprang into attack mode, clearly exasperated with her older brother, and Gladion put up an iron defense, clearly unwilling to yield to his younger sister.

The waiter had looked more than a little scared to approach their table, and Moon gave him a sheepish grin as she told him, "We're going to need a few minutes."

Gladion rolls his eyes, muttering, "You know I hate these charity galas, and it's never been a problem that I don't go."

"But you're the president! If you never show your face at the galas, we lose credibility." Lillie tugs at the Alola champion's sleeve, pouting as she says, "Moon, I need you to talk reason into him."

"Why me, exactly?" the dark-haired girls asks with a raised brow. I just wanted to eat lunch, not join the debate team, she adds in her mind, trying to ignore her stomach growling.

The blonde girl sighs, explaining, "You're probably the person Gladion most respects."

The young man's cheeks take on a shade of pink as he warns, "Lillie –"

"Oh don't pretend it's not true," she argues, and Moon has to fight to keep a smile from growing on her face. Lillie picks up her menu, adding with angry resolution, "And I'm done speaking to you until you agree to go. Good luck, Moon."

Gladion looks over at the region's Champion, who looks back at him with a blank stare, clearly still caught off guard by the sudden demand. She sighs, placing her elbows on the table and imploring him with her eyes as she mumbles, "She has a point, you know; you're the president, it's one of your obligations."

He knows both girls have a point, but he crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. "I know, and I've tried my best to be the 'face of the foundation' as Lillie puts it, but I can't handle an entire night's worth of idle small talk and pretending to be an extrovert."

"But Lillie's supposed to?" Moon counters. Gladion bites his tongue, because they both know she's won just by reminding him of the burden it places on his younger sister. Her gray eyes grow softer as she asks, "What would make it easier for you?"

Suddenly he refuses to look at her, picking up his menu and deciding it's the most interesting thing to read. His hands are shaking ever so slightly, and he mumbles something under his breath. Moon tilts her head, prodding, "What?"

"I said you would make it easier," he snaps, lowering the menu from his face and looking nothing short of stand-offish. Lillie conceals a knowing smile by hiding her face behind her own menu, as Moon blinks in surprise. Gladion elaborates with a roll of his eyes, "I'm supposed to have a date, and I figure you'll be the least annoying. I also know for a fact that people actually like you, so I'm sure that'll help when I start shutting down for the night and can't handle any more schmoozing."

"Now that's a good idea," Lillie coos, closing her menu and giving Moon a smile as she adds, "Oh, and I can help you find a dress, of course, and brush up on your dancing, and we might even have time for a quick lesson in etiquette!"

Gladion smirks as Moon's head spins from the realization that she's been dragged into the mess herself, but before she can open her mouth to argue, the waiter has returned, looking less frightened as he asks them, "Are you three ready?"

Moon looks up at him, her eyes still wide in shock. "No. No, I'm really not."

She's out of her element immediately, and Hau isn't helping.

"Seriously? You won't let me challenge you because you're too busy waltzing?"

Moon gives the boy a deadpan glare as she states in a perfect monotone, "I'm not going to battle you because you challenged me three days ago and had your ass handed to you."

Lillie frowns, shutting off the music as she crosses the Champion's room to address Hau. "She's attending the Aether Foundation charity gala, and considering the state of her dancing, she needs as little distraction as possible."

"Gee thanks Lillie."

Hau cracks a grin, laughing, "Aw, lighten up! Tell you what, I'll be totally silent. I just wanna watch Moon trip over her feet."

The Aether Foundation's head of PR crunches her nose in thought, giving the energetic young man a once-over before nodding. "Go sit, and please don't distract us."

"Promise," he tells her, all too eager to take a seat in the Champion's throne with a brilliant smile.

Moon frowns. "Why don't I get a say in this?"

"He's promised to behave," Lillie tells her, walking back to the music player she's set up and restarting the classical song from the beginning. She walks back to Moon, explaining, "You'll have to do this in front of a crowd in two days, so it will help to have a smaller audience now as you practice."

"Hau counts as at least twenty people," she counters, but takes her position, allowing Lillie to lead as they begin to slowly spin and twirl across the floor.

Moon gains confidence in her movements, and even begins to look up at Lillie rather than down at her feet. The blonde young woman smiles, encouraging the Alola Champion as they pick up speed. However, once Moon steps out for a twirl, she feels her feet trip up and she goes tumbling to the ground with a yelp, managing to take Lillie down with her and the two ending up in a heap of tangled limbs on the floor.

They hear howling laughter from the side, and Moon groans when she sees that Hau has just finished taking a video of the incident, and types into his phone before looking over at the two as he wipes the remnants of his laughing tears from his eyes. "I think you're ready," he jokes.

Lillie gives her friend an encouraging smile as they both stand, dusting themselves off. Moon, however, feels her heart growing heavier by the second, and the weight of everything she's failed to learn piles up on her shoulders. She looks over at Hau and asks with a frown, "Who did you send that to?"

"Just Gladion." His phone emits a beep and he grins, opening up a message. "Speak of the devil." He reads over it and lets out a chuckle, looking over at the two young women and announcing, "He says that if you dance like that at the gala he might get to leave early from a broken leg."

Moon starts thinking that maybe faking her death to try and get out of this isn't such a bad idea after all.

"Don't tell me you're actually upset about all of this."

Moon looks over to the doorway of her porch where Gladion stands with a raised brow and his hands on his hips. She rests her chin on her drawn up knees, her arms holding them close to her chest as she mutters, "This is all your fault, you know."

He rolls his eyes, but admits all the same, "I realize that. Glad to see you're handling it well."

"I take it Lillie told you about my incompetence with etiquette, two left feet, and inability to look good in any dress that costs over twenty dollars?"

"She told me you were frustrated," he states simply, stepping onto the veranda and taking the seat next to her, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. Gladion looks over at her, looking genuinely surprised when she continues to stare blankly out at the ocean. "Arceus, this is really bugging you, isn't it?"

Moon steals a glance at the older boy as she admits, "I've never felt so stupid in my life." She shakes her head, ranting, "Everything about this just reminds me of how out of my comfort zone this gala is going to be. I never grew up going to dinner parties or learning ballroom dancing; Lillie keeps telling me that I'll be fine, but I feel like I'm just going to embarrass myself tomorrow night." With a sigh, she looks down at the floor. "I'm going to embarrass you."

Gladion frowns. "That's not possible."

"Well, with my dancing it looks like I'll end up injuring you before I get the chance to be embarrassingly bad," she mumbles, looking over at the young man when he lets out a rare chuckle. Though she feels triumphant in making the stone-faced boy laugh, Moon goes back to frowning at the ocean, the problem of her being completely incompetent still eating at her mind like a Rattata.

He notes her annoyed expression, and sighs, admitting, "You know, you're not the only one who isn't suited for this."

"But you grew up with this, right?" she argues, beginning to realize that this whole ordeal has also made her incredibly self-conscious of her far humbler childhood. "Lillie talked about how you two have had all this socialite nonsense ingrained in you since birth."

He raises a brow. "Nonsense is a fitting word for it," he mumbles, before sighing and turning to look at her, almost annoyed as he explains, "Believe it or not, I've never been very social."

"Really? I can't imagine," she sarcastically drawls, and the scowl he gives her only fuels her smirk.

Gladion continues scowling as he looks back out to the ocean, his eyes focused on something she suspects is a memory. He tells her, "Sure, I have the rules and decorum down to muscle memory, but these things are never really about that. They're all about charisma, and networking, and as we've established, I'm about as social as an Absol. Now I also have the cherry on top of people wanting to avoid me if I don't actively force myself to play some sort of character."

She quirks a brow up. "I think you have your own charm," she tells him matter-of-factly, sending a blush to his cheeks that he tries desperately to hide.

"That puts you in the minority of people," he dismisses, adding with a smirk, "Although you tend to be the exception in most cases."

"Careful Gladion, that was almost a compliment."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he drawls, leaning back in the wicker chair and resting his chin in the palm of his hand, boring his intense gaze right through her. "I stand by what I said when I dragged you into this: people like you. As much as you deny it, you have a magnetism, and you're one of the few genuinely good people I've met in my life. I know for a fact you're going to be fine. Besides, you only agreed to this to help me, so I can't really be anything but thankful."

Her eyes widen of their own accord before becoming soft and warm as she gives him a small smile. "Thanks, Gladion."

He nods, and the two look out at the ocean, the silence between them now comfortable and helping to ease Moon.

"But if you step on my toes while dancing I'll still be annoyed."

"Fair enough."

#pokemon sumo #gladion #trainer moon #pokemon fanfic #lonashipping #lunaredgeshipping #mahinashipping #the actual gala takes place in part2 wow #tag urself im dazed and confused moon talking to the waiter #gala1

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kandadiff · 5 years

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Missing (24) - Pleading & Understanding

Hobi lead me as quietly as he could through the hallways, thankfully most of the attention was downstairs so it didn’t take much time to get to GD’s sacred office. The heavy brown wooden door carved with depictions of dragons looked more intimating then when I first saw it. He shoved me toward a corner putting his hands to my lips to shush me and pointed up. It was just below a vent. He reached his long arms up and clicked something on ... was that a camera?

“The sound is off and over here they can’t see you.” I nodded but he sighed running his hand through his damp locks. “I can’t approve of you doing this... I swear let me just grab a bag and Jimin and we’ll leave.” I shook my head and he gave another heavy sigh grabbing my shoulders tightly and pulling me toward him pressing his forehead to mine “Please?” his voice was soft as he begged for something I couldn’t give him. I knew Negan was saying some smartass comment but I put the volume down for a reason. “Just coming in here - they’ll kill you. TOP keeps saying he won’t but I know he will. GD keeps making references like you and Katya are already dead and none of the bosses are telling anyone anything.” he sucked in a breath loosing his grip just a bit. “I … I couldn’t do anything before but I’m okay now, I can move, I can fight of I need too but I can’t take all of them and” his eyes and fingers drifted to my bruised neck. The once bright black and blues were fading to a sickly yellow but they were still prominent and he let out a strangled sob. “Look at you, look at what they did to you and I - I caused it. If I hadn’t told them” I grabbed his hands pulling them from my neck, “I can’t protect from all of them if they find you... I will try you have my word but I’m not strong enough and” his eyes went back to my neck “I don’t want to see you hurt. Let me grab Yoongi and Namjoon and Jin and Jimin and We can’t take Jungkook,” he closed his eyes in pain “but we can take Mark-” I placed my hands on his cheeks and pulled him away from me so he could see all of me. Tears threatened to run from his eyes triggering my eyes to water.

I placed my hands on his cheeks and pulled him away from me so he could see all of me. Tears threatened to run from his eyes triggering my eyes to water. “I hear you, I do and I know you would have done anything to avoid this happening but I promised Katya that I would clean up the mess GD started. She left me in charge of that and I won’t go back on it.” He let out another cry and looked away from me. “But Hobi please don’t think I’m turning my back on you. I never have. I never will. I can’t leave with you yet, maybe one day but not today. Not until I finish what I started. Then when I’m done. I promise you and I can go somewhere, Japan, China, the Philippines, anywhere you want.”

A few tears streaked down his face as he shook his head. “GDragon is the only one with a key in there, the door automatically locks as soon as you close it. If he catches you in there I can’t help you. I won’t be able to help you.”

“Then he won’t catch me.” I said wiping away a few tears with my gloved hands. His eyes pleaded for me not to go but I knew he could tell I was unmoving. So his eyes were cast down to the ground unable to look at me.

“The vents lead into the office. I don’t know which path to take.” I nodded for a moment the air was thick with emotion and he quickly stepped closer to me and pulled me in tight, pressing my body to him and placing a gentle but passionate kiss on my lips. The kiss didn’t last long but it lingered with unresolved feelings and unsaid things that he just couldn’t get out right now. A rustling farther down the hallway caught our attention and he reached up pressing on the vent until it opened. I hoisted myself up on his shoulders and silently slipped in the metal tubing, replacing the vent as quietly as I could as I watched him look up at me with tear-stained eyes and he mouthed ‘be careful.’ I didn’t know if he could see me or not but I nodded as I retreated into the dark metal tubing hearing Jungkook’s voice coming from where I once was asking Hoseok what was wrong.

“See they aren’t all bad” Amber whispered into the quiet van. Everyone who wasn’t outside was staring at the screen as though it was a soap opera looking from the screen to Negan to Shawn to Amber back to the screen. Both Negan and Shawn were silent for a moment terrifying everyone in the truck including Amber who was afraid that maybe she spoke to soon.

“That fucker lives, remember his face everyone. If we invade that asshole is safe.” was all that came out of Negan’s foul mouth easing some of the fear in the car.

Shawn however was effected in a different way. It was easy for him to picture GD as a monster. In thinking of GD like this he also pictured much of the Red Dragon as similar monsters, all like GD, all sharing his ideologies and philosophy, all of them chanting the motto “With Fire and Blood”, all too eager to hurt the people he cared about. It always was easy to picture your enemies as horrible, vile creatures, it made hurting them easier. Deep down he knew this couldn’t be true, not all the time. You had stayed with the Red Dragon for a while and you had a reason for it. He didn’t want to think about GD being an actual human, no he wanted to keep his rage for the older man in tact but what about that girl that spoke up for you at the meeting? Lilly? Lana? Lisa? She couldn’t be all bad, her tears seemed genuine.

He ran his hand through his hair thinking of the good times you must've had with these people. He pictured you probably laughing and joking around with that girl from the meeting. Cheering her up when she needed it and what about that other boy? He recognized him from some the social media he managed to bypass before you blocked him on everything. What was his name? Yuji? Yugi? He remembered you posting a few pictures of him and you watching some superhero movie and a video of you two just joking around in Korean, your laugh warming his head. Your laugh probably did the same for that boy. He glanced back at his friend and saw she printed out a photo of the boy who poured his feelings out and tried to convince me not to go but helped anyway. At first Shawn thought it was a ploy to keep me out of the room but the more he spoke the desperation in his voice became clearer. Shawn’ s thoughts once again circled around the meeting and how desperate the girl sounded to just see you again, not because you were GD’S ‘porcelain doll’ but because she missed you... just as much as Shawn did. Just as much as that man missed me.

‘No way i’m helping you destroy the red dragon.’ He felt your words echo through his head as he stared absent-mindedly at the screen. Of course you didn’t want to, not because you were still in love with GD (at least he hoped not) but because you had friends there - real friends, people you would miss if they died. People you’d hate him for if he killed them. He had to have the conversation with you too, but how the hell was he going to ask you to pick and chose which ones not to hurt? He envied his father for a moment at least he got a ready made list. He inwardly groaned trying to think of the conversation that he had to have with you. ‘hey adi, which people from Red Dragon do you want to save because I can’t save all of them. don't hate me though, that's just how things are.’ he was getting a headache.

“She's in.” Amber said and he focused on the screen thankful for the distraction.

“Okay” I whispered to myself as I dropped in the corner by the fireplace and turned the volume back up and looked around. It was impressive, GD’s office definatly showed his personality. It was opulent, eccentric and full of rich colors. I looked back up at the vent a little disappointed, to get back up there I would have to hop from the couch onto the mantal then pull myself up into the vent. I didn’t want to admit it but my side was starting to hurt slightly.

“How are you feeling, princess?” Negan asked as i walked over to the large wooden desk carved with dragon designs like the door. Even his desk looked crazy.

“I’m fine.” I lied just wanting to plant the bugs and leave. I placed one under the comfy desk chair and another just above the door and placed a bug in the computer.

“Just wait a few minutes for it to load.” Amber said as I leaned on the desk “and as soon as its done you can get out.”

“Okay” I whispered just waiting for the red bar to turn blue, but my thoughts weren’t fully here. I tried not to think of Negan’s reaction to Hobi’s kiss, or the tears that left him as he poured out his feelings. I wasn’t dense, I knew how Hobi truly felt about me but I did not think he’d ever leave the Red Dragon behind, he even knew Jungkook couldn’t come. Not with the bunny boy basically under GD’s thumb. He words replayed over in my head and how fast he was willing just to grab a bag and just leave ... of course taking my poor hamtaro with us. The healing wounds from my chain started to ache and I inwardly cursed myself for not taking pain meds before I left. The stupid bar was still only half full so I made myself busy going through GD’s desk. Thankfully since his office was always locked and he had the only key, his desk had no locks on it.

“Anything good?” Shawn asked and i shook my head. Boring papers of accounting, casino dealings, numbers and named in Korean littered the drawers, the computer dinged “Its done.” I huffed and closed the drawer. THUMP! Wait. I opened the drawer again and closed it. THUMP! The drawer was hitting something.

“What did you find, baby?” Negan asked and I carefully pulled out the drawer fully and peered in the empty slot. A small blue journal like book with a lock was hidden in the desk. I grabbed at it and looked closely, the books cover was blank and a small thick lock prevented me from seeing what's inside, the lock wasn’t complicated I could probably undo it in a few minutes.

CREAK! The nose cought my attention and I shot up. That voice did not come from me. It must be the camera’s. I felt my heart start to race and I tucked the notebook into my shirt and quickly placed the drawer back. CREAK! “shit” I whispered grabbing the USB and ran toward the couch. God my side hurt. I heard a key enter the lock and quickly jumped on the couch, then the mantel and with whatever energy I had left pulled myself into the vents, quickly fixing it over the square opening just as the door opened and GD and TOP walked in.

I held my breath trying to steady it before they heard me breathing, they were speaking in Korean but my side ached to much for me to focus on what they were saying. I flattened myself out and slowly started to army crawl as I heard CL and Seungri enter the room. “Try and calm down, princess. Take your time, you did good.” I nodded but remembered he couldn’t see me but God it was so damn hot in these vents... no I can do this. I breathed slowly and moved through the vents even slower. I’m not sure how long it was before they spoke to me again but Simon’s voice came through in my ear.

“Kid, I’m not trying to rush you but It’s starting to come down fast and I don’t know how long you have until it stick enough where you’ll start making footprints.” I peered down the closest vent and saw I was just over Yoongis room. I pressed my ear down but heard a soft muffle of a noise but it was to steady to be a voice.

I jumped down carefully and saw what I heard, the TV was on and sitting on the small couch was a sleeping Suga, his head thrown back in exhaustion and I couldn’t help but think of the videos Jimin used to send me of him catching the older boys sleeping just to tease him. I threw a blanket over him and ran my hand softly though his hair. “keep this one safe too Negan, he helped me get to you.”

“Okay,” He replied coolly and I made my way over to the window. I could make it back to the roof by balancing on the thick metal railing. I could get over it pretty quickly. The wind whipped in chilly as I opened it looking down at the fall and sighed. “Be careful.”

“Nothing is ever easy huh?” I whispered and shivered, the cold wind chilling the room. “Okay let's do this.” I grabbed the window frame and was about to hoist myself up when I heard a groggy sleepy voice. At first I panicked before I registered who it was.

“Kay?” I turned back seeing the sleepy face of Suga, he blinked as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing and I smiled. “Are you a ghost?” he sat up rubbing his eyes “Did you die?” I gave a chuckle and hoisted myself up on the windowsill, his eyes went wide and he shivered.

“Keep yourself and Joon safe, gummy, I’ll see you soon.” He rubbed his eyes again but I didn’t stay to answer his questions. I made my way on the railing shutting the window behind me and running across it as fast as I could back on the roof. “Simon” I whispered in the head piece looking out for him, but he was right, the Snow was coming down faster and large fat snowflakes were coming down from the clouds.

“I can see ya, kid, come down here’ I got you covered.”

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Fun/Not So Fun Facts of Mai and Yin Xiao Long

I did have a hilarious little thing planned with Mai and Yin just shooting horrible faunus related jokes at each other. BUT first I thought you’d guys would like to learn a little more about my babies. Which I will happily share with you all. Again if you have questions or points you’d like to point out. Message me or comment whichever works best for you. Some of these facts may or may not change as I continue to develop them. So enjoy ^^ --------------------------------------- 1. - Yin and Mai (Modern Times AU) love Panic! at the disco, Paramore, ect. 2. - Yin loves Salmon and Mai prefers Halibut both tend to argue over which is better all while insulting the others taste. 3. - Mai loves the water while Yin hates it with a passion. Needless to say visiting there grandparents is tiring when they have to try and drag one of there daughters (Yin) onto the boat. (And she puts up a fight every single time.) 4. - Mai and Yin both attain there own scars as they get older. Mai gets one on the bridge of her nose and Yin gets a part of her right ear torn both hate to admit they get very insecure afterwards. (Though how they get these scars I will not say yet.) 5. - The names Yin and Mai hate the most is Scarface (for Mai) and Hard of Hearing (For Yin) upon getting there scars this is sadly a nickname the two of them end up getting from some rather less then distasteful people. 6. - Yin and Mai are very competitive mostly against each other but half the time no one really wants to face them. Mai is what you'd call a rage gamer and Yin would be best described as a constant combo user. 7. - Yin was originally never going to exist but the idea of Mai having a twin just was too tempting to deny after a few weeks and since Yin's design was technically already done it was impossible for me not to put it to good use. (Thanks again Azerae ) 8. - Mai has a crush upon Keira Arc, and Yin loves to tease and mock her for it even go so far as to jokingly "threaten" her that she'd tell Miss Arc thus leading to some rather awkward fights. 9. - Needless to say Yin doesn't have crushes she more or less has interests. If you interest her she'll let you know when she gets older she tends to have flings but does want to have someone in her life at some point it's just a matter of finding that person. This does change later on though. (So don’t look too into this too much.) 10. - Yin and Mai also play instruments, Both of which enjoy playing Bass/Electric or Simple Guitar but they do sometimes play the drums though it's a rare occurrence they've found there passion more against plucking strings. 11. - On a side note Yin and Mai do tend to sneak off at night and do a little jam session with Jade and Onyx as well as a couple others. They often joke about running away and becoming an awesome kick ass band. But at least Junior lets them play at the club from time to time, in exchange there parents don't break anything. Inside joke?, maybe, maybe not. 12. - Due to them being half faunus and half human they tend to be a bit isolated by both humans and faunus. (Or at least those that represent hate towards humans/faunus) 13. - During there insecure phase Yin and Mai often wore hats or tukes to hide there ears. Often sometimes the two would even wear contacts because there red eyes would often come off as intimidating or terrifying. 14. - Mai's theme or song of choice is Ignorance is your new best friend by Paramore. Yin's theme or song of choice is Renegade by Paramore. During there insecure phase they loved the song New Perspective by Panic! at the disco. Mind you it's just the ones they like. They also go nuts over the song Emperor's new Clothes by Panic! at the disco. (Modern AU.) 15. - Yin is terrified of thunder storms. Hides under her bed, lays with Mai or her parents whenever they get bad. Mai on other hand is once again the opposite. She prefers to sit by the window and watch the lightning flash through the sky as well as the heavy rain. 16. - Yin and Mai are practical jokers and tend to have a rather dirty and dark sense of humor but they're also sometimes a bit too realistic in certain situations. Though tend to make and or crack jokes in serious situations. It's how they handle them best: hard times and even to break the ice when meeting new people. 17. - Yin and Mai happen to share a really close relationship with Ilia and Sun Wukong. Often calling them Aunt Illie and Uncle Sun though people find it a bit weird it doesn't seem to bother there parents too much though a lot of people tend to question Ilia and Sun which tends to get a bit irritating. (From Ilia's stand point anyway.) But despite popular belief Ilia has a soft spot for the little faunus children and refuses to tell them otherwise plus it's not like they'd listen either. 18. - Yin and Mai are horrible flirts. While Mai has standards and does know when to call it quits, But Yin on the other hand. Is much worse, she'll flirt with just about anyone who catches her attention. 19. - They do sometimes call Neptune there uncle as well. Though he is a major part of the reason these two flirt, while many assume Yang is the cause she's actually smartened up over the years due to Blake and her kids. 20. - When Yin and Mai we're younger and Sun couldn't watch them when asked, Neptune would offer to take them and use them as literal chick magnets. That is until Yang and Blake found out that ended rather quickly and needless to say Sun and Neptune never spoke of it much afterwards. 21. - During original creations when Mai was an only child she'd spend a lot of her time with uncle Sun and Uncle Neptune as a way to get away from her parents overprotective nature. 22. - During original creations when I first brought Yin into the picture she was intended to die at birth or so she was said to be but was taken in by Raven and raised. She wasn't evil but she wasn't exactly kind either she had an even darker sense of humor and moral value then she does now. 23. - Mai is a climber, it's something she had gotten use to doing while being watched by Sun, where as Yin just enjoyed tormenting the poor faunus by disappearing and leaving clones in her wake, Mai enjoyed scaring the hell out of him by climbing trees or anything she could get a good grip on. Needless to say the first time Mai climbed a tree her parents nearly had a heart attack. 24. - Mai and Yin tend to make puns more towards Sun who is a literal Monkey's uncle and they never let him forget it. It's now a joke Yang enjoys using too. Even Blake gets a little involved in the joke despite Sun's constant begging to stop. 25. - Raven constantly watches Yin and Mai, After a few years only ones who notices are Great Uncle Qrow, Yang and Yin. Mai is oblivious or just doesn't entirely care. That's still up for debate. 26. - Unlike Lillie and Lotus, Mai and Yin's personalities are a bit too much alike that it causes them to often clash and/or fight. Whether with others or each other is debatable depending on the situation. 27. - Despite popular belief Mai and Yin aren't entirely fond of sushi. They don't hate it but they could go with out it if they wanted raw fish they'd catch it themselves. 28. - Whenever visiting there grandparents (Grandpa Ghira and Grandma Kali) things tend to get really out of hand with Yin and Mai. There are a few faunus rivals/enemies/bullies who like to taunt the two sisters and tend to make them try to prove themselves which involves them nearly getting hurt. They want to prove themselves that they are no different then any other faunus and it bugs them that some even if it's just a few don't see Mai or Yin as what they are. Even with there grandfather being a chief of the island it doesn't always stop the taunts and mockery the two have to endure. 29. - Yin and Mai both suffer from a mental illness as they get older, Both have been confirmed to suffer from both depression and heavy anxiety. It only gets worse when the two are divided for a long period of time. They use each other as an emotional crutch so to speak it does get better a bit as they get older but whether that's due to medication or coming up with new methods on how to handle it is unknown. (This is a possible Fact I may or may not keep I’ll let fans decide) 30. - Yin may also be bi-polar but that is also unknown. Mai possibly might also have claustrophobia but right now it's also unknown (Debating on both of those last ones. Though Mai's is more likely due to her history. ) 31. - Yin actually does have a crush. It's a secret she keeps to herself. Her crush is on a young woman by the name of Aquarius Vasilias. The child of Sun Wukong and Neptune Vasilias. (They used a surrogate before people freak out I have an idea as of who but I also just bought her recently so yeah kind of a last minute addition.) 32. - Yin might hate water but she makes an acception for Aqua still won't go near it but she'll at least watch at a distance. 33. - The reason why Yin doesn't tell anyone about this crush is kinda obvious. She knows her sister, her mom and even her uncles will mock the hell out of her. 34. - Mai has her own secret of course one she only shares with Keira. When they're alone she lets Keira rub her ears something she rarely lets anyone do aside from her parents. She doesn't let Yin near them though and vice versa. 35. - Both Yin and Mai gain there scars due to a form of discriminatory nature. It is slightly different though a mentioned before though it is not from humans they gain these scars but of other Faunus who believe they do not deserve to even be labelled as such. 36. - Mai and Yin don't hate dogs well they hate one but there reasoning behind it is more then understandable. PLUS NEW FACTS: 37. Mai and Yin’s relationship with Ruby is a well hyper one I guess you can say. Ruby is the type to kind of encourage them to be more free willed while it does often backfire on all of them they normally have a lot of fun with Auntie Ruby. 38. Mai and Yin’s relationship with Weiss is about as good as you can expect. They enjoy watching there mom mock the heck outta her when she’s around. Though they will admit that she can be a bit terrifying when her cold exterior comes into play. 39. Yin and Mai fear many things and many people. They have a list from people they fear the most to the least. 40. On the top of that list is actually a good friend known as Pepper, and they have a list of reasons not to piss her off. Bottom of the list is Jaune. Yes even he has a hard time striking fear into these girls even as he gets older and very protective of his own. (If you wish to know the whole list again comment or message and I will post it up some day.) 41. Yin and Mai’s favorite target to mock is there cousin Crystal. She is the easiest to piss off but they sometimes tend to go a bit too far and find themselves frozen from time to time. 42. Grandpa Tai is another they visit often. While Yin doesn’t exactly feel very close to him, Mai tends to get along with him rather well. 43. While it isn’t intentional with Yin looking so much like Raven the whole situation between Yin and Tai kinda distances them and she doesn’t find out why until she’s around the age of fourteen. 44. Mai and Yin both have nicknames for there crushes. For Mai she has a habit of calling Keira either Arc Angel or Warrior Princess neither of which she is very fond of but lets it slide. For Yin she tends to sometimes call Aqua, High Tide or Riptide simply because of her love for the water. Unlike Keira, Aqua does not mind these nicknames. --------------------------------------- A lot of these facts are up for debate. Pick a favorite, or even go in deeper I would love to hear some fans ideas as to how to improve or add more to it. If you want to know some facts about my other Oc’s feel free to ask or message.

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