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snaillamp · 10 months

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JOD - day 25 - Sticky Situations

I’m sorry about the title but how could I not?

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Day 25: “Don’t move!” | Natural Disaster | Drowning | Stranded |

Cady huddled in the corner of her kitchen, between a cupboard and a drawer. Her shaking hands gripped onto the photo frame as she shook. The world was dark as the wind ripped around her house, shaking it. She whimpered in fear, rocking back and forth trying to comfort herself as the rain and wind rattled the window frames, wind screaming like a banshee. Screaming as she heard the large tree outside bend and groan, she pulled her knees closer to her face, gripping the photo frame, her lifeline. Her feet shook in her heavy boots.

  A crash rattled her bones as the rain and hail began to fall. Cady felt the cold wind wrap around her body, the wet, cold hail stones pricking her skin as they fell through the hole in the ceiling. She screamed again in terror. The wind ripped it from her mouth, carrying it away into the night as she felt her heart pounding in her chest.

They morning sun rose to silence. Cody looked up as she awoke, finding it strange that she could see the sky, before realising what that meant. She looked around, noticing she was bruised and cut from the hail stones.

Looking around it dawned on her she was trapped. The tree had crushed her house, or what was left of it. She stared out into the land around her, the remaining trees stripped of their leaves, the silence as all the birds had flown away. Looking around at her crushed kitchen, she tried to figure out what she could do. The tree had missed crushing her by a meter, and she was trapped, she couldn’t get out on her own. Looking at the photo of her husband in its’ delicate frame, she held it close to her chest. In her 68 years of living, she had never felt lonelier than this moment. Jerry would have known exactly what to say, he probably would have made a joke.

“Cady!” A voice echoed from the trees hours later. The voice of her neighbour over the next hill. Cady called out from the wreakage, waiting for the voice to hear her. It was raspy from the screams. She saw him appear as a piece of debris was lifted away, a tall guy, wrapped in a warm jacket was standing on her kitchen counter, looking down at her in relief. “Oh, thank god. I though you were dead.” He reached down to her. “Are you okay?” His dark, almost black eyes scanned her face, taking in all the cuts and bruises she had on her face. He grabbed her hand, pulling her onto her feet, before helping her climb onto the kitchen counter, and out of the wreakage.

When they were out, Cady wrapped her arms around him. “Good to see you too, Cameron. Is your house okay?” She looked up at him anxiously. He nodded, stubble framing his face as the sun rose. “Yeah, my car isn’t though. Looks like yours isn’t either, but I doubt we would be able to get into town anyway, there’s trees downed in every direction. We are stuck.” He stated in annoyance as he glanced around.

“Come to my place. You can stay until help arrives.” He said, smiling down at her. Cady nodded, looking around sadly.   “Everything is gone. Jerry built this damn house, and now it’s gone. It feels like I’ve lost a little bit more of him.” Cameron looked up at the pretty white house, smashed to pieces by the large tree. He sighed, hugging her tighter. It was a shame, such a beautiful house was smashed to bits, a tree sticking out of it.

“You need anything?” He asked looking to Cady, who shook her head, deafeated. His face fell, and he began to guide her away from the wreakage. “Come on. I’ll get you some tea and warm you up.”  

They wandered through the forest, avoiding fallen logs and muddy inclines. Cam’s hand gripped Cady’s tightly, guiding her through the woods, his presence calming her. For some reason, this calm presence brought tears to her eyes. Cam turned as she sniffed, her bottom lip quivering. “Cady?” Cady looked up at the man, his face etched with concern. The tears began to stream down her face as the cold wind ripped at their faces.

Cameron almost seemed to melt as he wrapped her in his arms. His body was warm against her face as she cried into his chest. He stood there, rubbing her back as she sobbed, waiting for her to finish. After a few minutes, Cady stood back, wiping her nose. “S-sorry.” Cam shook his head, “No! It’s fine, really. You’re still in shock. Lets get you inside, we’re nearly there.”He noticed her iron grin on the small photo frame in her hand.

As they made their way over a downed fence, Cameron held Cady steady as she stepped between the wires. She looked up to see the house, a decently sized wood cabin, standing almost untouched by the storm. Surrounding it however, were trees, teetering dangerously.

Upon entering, Cameron guided Cady to a large, blanket covered sofa. The cabin smelled nice, like rich wood and flowers. He pulled the blanket from behind her and wrapped it around her shoulders. “Stay here, I’ll get your tea.” He walked to the kitchen, banging around until he returned with two large mugs full of steaming tea. Cady gratefully accepted it, holding it in her hands still shaking hands and breathing in the steam. “Guess I should go at it with the fallen trees, huh? Get a fire going. There’s lots of fuel now.” Cam absentmindedly mused. What else could he do afterall? Cady nodded, “I guess. It would be a shame to waste it.”

They drank their tea, Cady’s eyes drooping as she warmed up. “Come on, you can have a nap.” Cady looked up, feeling jittery. “I’m fine, really.” Cam stood, helping her from the sofa and guiding her to his room. “There’s no spare room so… You can use my bed. I can take the couch.” Cady tried to protest but Cam shook his head. “It’s fine, seriously. You need your bed more than me.”Cam gave her a look and she sighed, not realising how tired she really was. She pulled off her shoes, as Cam helped her in to bed. It smelled nice, like fresh linen.

Cady snuggled under the blankets, listening to the sounds around her. She couldn’t sleep even though her eyes were shut. Opening them, she stared at the picture of Jerry, placed on the side table, ginning back at her with his goofy smile. Outside, she could hear Cam grunting softly as he cut the wood. The sounds of an axe cutting small branches from a log lulled her into a dozing state, before falling into a dreamless sleep.

A loud crash woke her from her slumber. Cameron shouted, causing her to rush from the bed. She hurried outside to see him standing in front of a large tree branch, eyes wide. “Don’t come any closer!” He yelled, raising his hands, “This tree is dropping limbs. Go back inside.” He glanced at the tree above them. A sharp wind picked up, causing it to creak and sway. Another limb shuddered. Before she realised what had happened, Cam had sprinted at her, tackling her to the ground. The tree limb crashed down, landing on Cam’s leg. He cried out in agony.

He lay there for a second as his leg erupted into a searing pain. He saw stars, gasping as he clenched his teeth. If he bit down any harder, they would probably shatter. His hands were shaking as he clenched them into fists.

Cady lay there in shock, staring at the limb. It was large, gnarled and covered in sharp branches, one of which had become impaled in the back of Cameron’s calf. He bunched his shaking fists, whimpering in pain. “Cameron?” Cady murmured. Cam looked up at her, “What ever you do, stay still, okay?” He nodded, grimacing as a tear fell into the grass. “Hurts…” He whispered. Cady looked around, spying a small handsaw nearby. “I’m going to cut you free.” Cam looked slightly alarmed, “I’ve lived on my own for 10 bloody years, I know how to use an axe!”

Cameron’s face was even more scared now, “Please don’t use an axe to cut that…” He glanced back in fear. “I’ll use this.” Cady stated seriously as she gripped the branch, steadying it, then held up the saw, waving it at Cam with a smile. “I don’t wanna damage you more.” She seemed a little excited by this development. “I’m concerned about why you seem so happy about this-” Cam’s sentence was cut off as he cried out in pain.

“Sorry pet. My grip isn’t what it used to be.” Cady apologised as Cameron cringed, the branch wiggling in the wound a little, pulled by the saw as it was dragged back and forth. Groaning, his leg twitched. “Don’t move.” Cady tutted, sawing at the branch a little more. Within a few seconds, Cam felt the weight of the limb shift as Cady eased it off his leg.

She walked over to his head, getting down on her knees. “Give me your arm.” Cam nodded, reaching out to the old woman. She was remarkably strong, but he figured that she’d been living along in the woods for 10 years, she probably cut her own wood all the time. She tugged on Cam’s arm, pulling him from under the tree limb, before looking up anxiously. Another groan emerged from the tree as the wind picked up again.

Scrambling to his feet, Cam tried to take a step, only for his leg to give out under him. Cady picked up his arm, slinging it over her shoulder and letting him lean on her. “Go.” He gasped, dragging his leg behind him as Cady pulled them away. The tree limb came spinning down, landing where Cam’s head had just been. They both breathed a collective sigh of relief.   

Dragging Cameron inside, Cady lay him down on the sofa. He shivered a little as he lay on his stomach, resting his head on his arms. Blood was leaking from the wound, not fast, but enough to be concerned about. “Where’s your first aid kit?” She asked, glancing at Cam, who looked a little pale. “Bathroom, under the sink.” He murmured. “Cam. Stay with me.” Cady slapped his cheek, hard. “Ow! What was that for?” He asked, lifting his head. “You stay awake young man. You hear me?” Cameron nodded, feeling a slight twinge in his stomach. He felt like he was being scolded by his mother.

Cady was acting strange, however. He noticed the cadence she was using in her voice, high pitched as strained. She seemed to be smiling a lot too.

  Cady rushed to the bathroom, finding the cupboard and lifting a small, red box from it. ‘Kind of cliche…’ She thought, looking at the small white cross with FIRST AID written in block letters under it. She grabbed the small handle attached to it and returned to Cam. He was lying on the couch, shaking as he took shaky breaths.

“I’m back.” She touched his shoulder softly. Cam moaned, his breath hitching as he bit back a cry of agony. “It’s not that bad, you’ll be fine.” Cady rubbed his shoulder, comforting the man. “I’m- n-not sure you qui-quite real-lise how m-much this-s hurts-s…” His body was shaking even more now, making Cady worried. The branch was in deep, it would be quite painful to dress.

“I can’t remove it, Cam. I’ll do more damage if I do. Let me stabilise it and see where we can go from there.” Cady went to the kitchen, finding the scissors. Returning to Cameron, she began cutting the fabric around the stick away. She examined the skin as Cam sighed. “That’s pretty damn stuck Cam.” Cam didn’t respond. “Cam?” She noticed his shaking had stopped. Tapping him on the back she called his name, but he still wasn’t answering.

He looked pale...   

Cam had heard Cady leave, but when she was in the kitchen rummaging around he had begun to feel woozy. He tried to lift his head, but it was too heavy. His vision blurred as he glanced around, feeling the world sway as he fought to keep his eyes open. ‘Stay…awake…’ He thought to himself, fighting his heavy eyelids. As he felt the cool metal blade of the scissors move along his skin, he sighed, the last of his energy leaving him.

Cady lifted Cam’s limp wrist, feeling a fast but weak pulse. She reached into the first aid box and grabbed a bandage, wrapping it carefully and tightly around the stick. After treating it the best she could she sat there, on the ground. Her twitching hands were covered in Cam’s blood as she stared at them, listening to his soft, shaky breaths.

An hour or so later, Cam twitched. Groaning, he shifted, looking up at Cady who was still staring at her blood stained hands. “Cady?” He whispered, causing her to turn around. She looked at the weakened man and smiled. “Glad to see you’re awake.” Cam grimaced as he moved again, trying to get comfy. He hissed in pain when his leg moved. “Don’t move.” Cady rested her hand on her friend’s face, comforting him. “You’ll be okay. I’ll look after you. Maybe we should try moving to you bed, you’ll be comfier.” Cam shook his head, gasping in pain. “No…” He whispered. “You should have it… and even if I wanted to… I don’t think I could walk right now…” He gasped again, clutching his leg.

Cady sat on the floor next to Cam, wracking her brain about what she could do, but she couldn’t think of anything. “Hey…” He whispered, “Try sit me up for a start.” Cady complied, helping Cam move so he as slouched against the soft sofa. He sighed, looking at the ceiling and waited for the world to stop spinning. He needed to keep Cady busy, and if that meant moving him around occasionally, he would do it.

Shaking a little, Cam looked over at Cady, “Why don’t you go make some food. Power is out, but the fridge is still cold. I have some bread and butter in there… The stove is gas… use a match to-” He grimaced, “Use a match to light it. They’re above the sink.” Cady nodded, at least now she would be distracted.

Cam stared down at the stick in his leg, the sight of it making him feel faint. He fought off the feeling by staring at it harder, taking in the details of the stick. It was large, thick and lodged deeply in the back of his calf. The bandages were already bloodstained. Humming filled his ears as he leaned his head back, taking a breath.   

The sound of a plate being placed on the table awoke him. He hadn’t realised he had fallen asleep. The humming was still in his ears. “I got you something for the pain.” She opened his clammy palm and placed a pill in it. At that moment the wind howled, causing the house to shudder. Cam swallowed the pill before trying to stand. His leg screamed out in pain as he put weight on it so he winced and fell back against the sofa.

“The trees. If another storm comes in… they might crush us.” His heart was pounding in his chest as he broke out in a sweat. “The rescue crews won’t be here for ages. Maybe days… We have to secure everything now.” He tried to move again but Cady placed a firm hand on his chest. “I’ll do it. You’re in no shape to be doing heavy lifting.” She glanced around, spotting a large, firm stick, by the fireplace. Her eyebrow quirked.

“Or, you can get inside ready. Stock up water, food everything in the room furthest from the trees.” She grabbed the stick, handing it to Cam to lean on. He grabbed it and shakily stood, his head going fuzzy as he did. Leaning on it, he waited for the world to stop lurching before finally taking an agonising step. Biting back the pain shooting up his leg, he nodded at Cady, before making his way to the kitchen across the house. Each step felt like fire as he gathered what he could, taking it to the office on the far side of the cabin.

 Cady was outside, the wind ripping around her as she gathered up the branches and tree limbs. The rumbling of thunder that shook the ground made her look up and she gasped at the sight of jet black clouds. A single bird was being blown away as it tried and failed to fly against the wind. She hurried back inside to find Cameron, leaning heavily against the kitchen counter. He looked up at her, panting. “It’s done… Everything is in the study…” He tried to take a step, but fell forward, landing hard on his knees with a pained cry.   Cady gasped, rushing forward and helping him up.

The kitchen window, remarkably not smashed, shuddered in the wind. A loud snap came from outside, and a branch came flying out of nowhere, smashing the window above their heads and sliding across the floor. The glass shattered, splintering around them as Cady tried to drag Cam towards the study. Once inside, they climbed under his large, wooden desk, holding each other as the world shook around them. She huddled against Cam as she prepared to go through the ordeal all over again.

The screaming wind died down in the middle of the night, the eerie silence becoming deafening in the dark. The only sound that she could hear was the dripping of water from a broken pipe and Cam’s breathing. “Cady.” Jerry’s voice cut through the silence into her strange, half awake, half dream state. “Cady, my love. Wake up.” His voice cut through the silence again.

Cady’s eyes opened slowly and she gasped as she saw the ghostly figure of her husband standing in the study. He was pale, almost translucent, a tiny outline of white light framing his body. “Jerry… What are you doing here?” Cady whispered, reaching out for her lost love. Jerry chuckled, “Little bird, you need to wake up. Fly away little bird.” Cady’s heart melted at the sound of her nickname she hadn’t heard in ten long, lonely years. “Fly away.” Jerry began to fade as he stood and walked towards the window on her left, fading into nothing. Cady sat in the eerie silence, listening to the dripping water and Cameron’s breathing for a second longer, before she felt something wash over her. Unease filled her body as she turned to wake Cam. She shook him, only to realise he was cold and still, the sounds of his breathing ceased. “Cam? Cam!” She yelled, shaking him harder, panic rising in her chest. He slumped forward, falling into a large puddle of blood that had seeped into the floorboards.

Cady’s eyes opened with a gasp. She turned to Cam, slumped against her shoulder, he was warm, or as warm as you could be in this weather. His breaths were small, constant and quiet. She shook him and he looked up with a sniff, “You alright?” He asked sleepily, glancing at her, noticing her face in the pale moonlight. “What’s wrong?” Concern washed over him, as he waited in the thick, heavy silence for an answer. “Something’s wrong.” Cady murmured. She crawled from the desk looking around the study. It occurred to her that she could see quite well in the dark until it clicked… She looked up to see a section of the roof was missing, and peeping over, the shadowy face of a sinister looking, bearded man. His teeth and the large whites of his eyes shone brightly in the moonlight and Cady stumbled back, screaming.

Cam shot out from under the desk, only to have his leg seize and force him to the floor. “What’s wrong?” He asked, gritting his teeth through the pain. Cady pointed a shaking dinger at the hole, “A man… He was grinning at us… He looked evil…” Cam gasped, looking up, but only seeing a few dim stars glinting in the cloudy sky. “Cady, there’s no one there.” He glanced at her, but she shook her head, rushing his side and pulling him up roughly, much to his chagrin. He grunted in pains she hoisted him to his feet. “Ow… Cady, stop.”

She looked at him with large, spooked eyes, “We have to run.”   Dragging him through the house into the main room, she stopped at the front door. There was a black outline visible in the window. She froze, placing a hand over her mouth, trying to stop herself from screaming, only masking a brief whimper. Grunting, Cam leaned forward, wrenching open the door as Cady whispered for him to stop, they both stumbled back as the large piece of debris fell towards them. Cam fell backwards, but managed to stop his leg before it hit the floor. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“You’re seeing things Cady. You’re in shock.” She stood above him, staring at the debris, shaking. “Cady? Help me up.” Cameron cried out in pain as he tried to move his leg. Cady seemed to snap out of whatever it was she was seeing. “Cam? What happened?” She asked, reaching down and helping him up. “I’m fine… let’s just get a fire going, okay? We’ll freeze like this.” He gestured with his head at the fireplace.

Cady walked them over to the fireplace, laying Cam down in front of it. She built the logs up, before striking a match and waiting for them to catch. The small flame flickered on the end of the match and went out. She tried another and another before Cameron reached out, brushing her hand with his fingers gently. He was getting weaker. “There’s a bottle of accelerant over there.” He whispered as he pointed with a shaking finger, groaning in pain again.

Cady reached out, dowsing the logs in the liquid. The next flame she lit caused the flames to explode into fire with a woof. The two survivours thawed in front of the flames, huddling together as they warmed up. Cam slowly leaned heavily on Cady’s shoulder, his hand dropping from around her as he fell asleep. Cady didn’t notice, her eyes fixed on the flames.

She woke to the sounds of footsteps behind them. Heavy, booted footsteps. Turning in panic, she saw the kind, smiling face of a woman in rescue gear. “Hi, I’m Melinda. We’re here to get you out of here.” Cady shook her head, thinking she was dreaming again. “I can’t leave Cam.” She explained, shaking him. Cam looked up, woken from the movement. He glanced around and groaned weakly he wasn’t looking good.

Melinda spotted the bandage and walked over to Cam, examining the stick. “Wow. That’s…” “Bad? I know…” Cam grunted. She helped him to his feet as two other rescuers came in, two men. One took Cameron’s other arm and helped Melinda carry him from the house.

The final man, a young guy with a chipped front tooth and icy blue eyes knelt in front of Cady. “My name’s Jerry. I’ll help you ma’am.” Cady felt her heart do a flip. “Jerry? You came?” The man nodded, slightly confused. “Yes ma’am.” Cady looked up. “I need the picture.” She lead Jerry to the bedroom, now covered in broken glass and sticks. The roof was completely gone. She found the framed photo on the ground, untouched by the rain. Clutching it to her chest, she nodded, turning to Jerry.

Taking his hand, they walked from the wooden house, now damaged and dented towards a large fire truck. Cameron was already being loaded into the back, as Cady reached the truck.

A gloved hand reached out and she grabbed it, feeling herself being tugged up and into the cabin. She was wrapped in a blanket and strapped in next to Cam who weakly wrapped a big arm around her. He held her close as the truck moved off, down the driveway towards the road out of the forest they called home.

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aceofwhump · 8 months

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Around the World in 80 Days 1x06

#whumpedit #whump #around the world in 80 days #atwi80d #phileas fogg #david tennant #my gifs #mod post #stranded #shipwrecked #waking up #disheveled #emeto #vomiting #vomiting up water #near drowning #natural disasters #lost at sea #eyes

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i-eat-worlds · 15 days

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Wow Birthday Whump Day 13: Natural disaster / Shock collar / "Shut up!"

*sighs in Immortal ALS* This was fun, though it did get kinda long. Hope y’all enjoy!

Related to Day 4

Content: floods, pretty detailed medical whump, gore (descriptions of serious injuries and dead* bodies), immortal whumpee, implied past abuse, briefly mentioned finger gore, fear of punishment, caretaker new whumper, medicinal drug use, feelings of suffocation

The stairs creaked under Joseph’s feet as he descended, and he hoped they wouldn’t give out. He could smell the awfulness from the top of them. Whatever the floodwater had washed in absolutely reeked.

It hadn’t all drained out yet. Several inches of murky water shimmered in the light from his headlamp. It sloshed as he stepped down into it, wrinkling his nose at the smell. This was going to be hell to clean out of his uniform. Once he was off the stairs, Eric came down behind him. He looked a little green faced at the pungent aroma, but they continued into the pitch-black basement nonetheless.

Joseph led the way, headlamp only illuminating one small portion of wall at a time. The stench grew stronger as they walked, and it was only a matter of time before they finally found the cause.

There was a body.

They were slumped against the wall, one hand shackled on a short chain. Their head was squarely below the line of grime on the wall that marked the crest of the water. Blood swirled around them, oozing from the open wound across their belly. Several loops of bowel were hanging out, and they were starting to turn a blackish-green color. Their unrestrained arm was puffy and swollen, and their clavicle protruded from their shoulder, stained a muddy color from the water. It was a horrible scene.

Joseph’s stomach dropped as he approached them. Despite the gray skin and blue tinge to their lips, they looked so young. Who the fuck had Darkstar been keeping in his basement?

He reached his hand out, sliding it under their jaw. As he expected, there was nothing there, just the sensation of cold skin. For another brief second, he stared down at their face, mouth unable to form the words to call in the report.

And, suddenly, there were two big, amber eyes staring up at him.

He did a double take, blinking a little in surprise. The eyes flickered wildly around the room before settling on him. This was real. They were alive.

“Unshakable,” he called, squatting down into the water while he removed his pack, and Eric quickly wheeled around, confused. “They’re immortal.”

His eyes flashed with understanding. “I'll call it in.”

“Can you cut them loose?” He pulled a pair of gloves on.

“On it.” He reached behind to grab his bolt cutters while he requested an ambulance.

His hands worked quickly as he wetted a pad and placed it up against their abdomen. “I’m Exhale, and this is Unshakable. We work for INSUPA. We’re going to help you.”

Their eyes widened at that, but they gave no other response. With a loud chink, the chain snapped, and their arm dropped like a ragdoll. A little splash went up as it hit the water. Once their wound was dressed, his hand flittered higher, feeling for a pulse again, and watching their breathing.

Both were entirely absent. Great.

He looked up to Eric. “We need to get them upstairs.”

*** Someone was touching them.

Nova could feel someone’s finger pressing under their jaw, pulling them back to consciousness. They tried to fight it, begging their body to descend back into nothingness, but they were unable to. Slowly, their eyelids slid open, and the awful sensation of their existence returned.

There was a crushing weight on their chest, and it felt still and empty and wrong. Panic surged through them as they were reminded that they couldn’t breathe. Something was lodged in their throat, suffocating them, and they couldn’t do anything to get it out and- A cool, wet bandage pressed against their belly. Right. There was a person here. People? Maybe.

Their eyes flickered downwards. He was saying something to them. They should be listening, shouldn’t they?

“…Exhale….We….INSUPA…..going to….”

No. No no no. Darkstar was too late. They’d been captured. Fuck. And Exhale. The name was familiar but they couldn’t place quite where…

Oh. Oh no.

That was why he was here, looking for them in this half-flooded basement. Revenge.

It didn’t matter, though. Their body was still dead and it wouldn’t move or respond or do anything. He was going to do as he pleased. Did it really matter? Was Darkstar any different?

They still couldn’t breathe. They wanted to breathe. Why wasn’t it working?

Suddenly, the chain pinning their arm to the wall was cut and their arm flopped down into the water. They glanced over and found another person standing by them. He was holding some sort of long handled tool.

Please, please no. They couldn’t speak to beg for mercy, but maybe the pleading look would work. Darkstar liked to lop off their fingers when they’d been bad. Hopefully Exhale wasn’t the same. Or, maybe he would wait until they healed? Did it matter?

It wasn’t like he wasn’t justified.

They’d tortured him, because Darkstar had asked them too, and they really didn’t have any integrity, did they? And they’d failed Nebula, and Darkstar had kicked them out, and they’d failed everyone and hurt so many people and it was all for nothing.

It would be hard for them to argue that they didn't deserve this.

Suddenly, hands seized them, hosting them up out of the water. They tried to gasp in surprise but they couldn’t.

They just wanted to breathe.

The movement was agonizing, pulling at their injuries and sending waves of pain rolling through them. Neither of the heroes touched their shoulder at all, steering clear of the limb entirely. It was odd.

Exhale started to ascend the stairs, light slowly growing brighter as they neared the top. The fabric of his uniform was grating against their skin as he walked through the safehouse’s hallways, each step jostling their body.

Stupidly, they tried to breathe again. It didn’t work, their lungs still empty of air and the choking, suffocating sensation still stuck in their throat.

The cold air stung as Exhale carried them out the door, laying them down on the pavement. Not dropping. Laying.

He dropped his bag down next to them, and the hero they didn’t recognize took up a spot by their head. His lips moved, and he was obviously trying to tell them something, but they couldn’t hear it. Everything was a blur.

Two fingers slid under their jaw again, and he bent down low, his cheek right by their unbreathing mouth. It stayed there for what felt like a small eternity, and he straightened up, locked his fingers together, leaned over them, and pushed.

Their eyes went wide as his hands came down in their chest. He was crushing them, pushing their sternum down again and again and again. They wanted to fight him away, but their limbs still weren’t cooperating and their chest felt empty and they couldn’t breathe.

While Exhale beat into them, they could feel the hero working behind them. There was the ghost of something against their cheek, and then something invaded their nostril. They could feel the slime coated tube slithering down the back of their throat, eventually coming to a stop.

Exhale’s hands finally let up, and he leaned back on his heels. They didn’t get a break, though. Immediately, their head was yanked back and a piece of thick plastic clamped over their mouth and nose. Air was forced into their lungs, but it didn’t feel like enough.

The mask fell to the side and Exhale was back on them, pumping their chest. It hurt. They almost wished for Darkstar’s loppers.

There was an incessant drone in their ears, loud and screeching, and they were finally able to place it as sirens. An ambulance was charging down the road, lights visible out of the corner of their eye.

Exhale pulled away from their chest again, and air was pushed into their lungs. He leaned over them, ready to start, and they strained to stop him. All they could manage was a dull twitch of their hand.

He went back to pushing down on their chest, slamming his weight into them relentlessly. In the far field of their vision, they were able to see several more people approaching, laden with many bags. That couldn’t be a good sign.

They swarmed around them, voices swirling while they exchanged information. Exhale tilted back and the mask descended over their face again. They tried to resist, straining to breathe on their own, but they couldn’t do it.

Once more, he brought his hands down repeatedly, slamming his body weight into them repeatedly. More hands worked around him, a pair sticking things to their chest while another tugged at their wrist. The touch was overwhelming, and they tried to get their limbs to cooperate.

This time, though, was more successful than the first.

They raised an arm at Exhale’s body, weakly trying to fend him off. They noticed that their wrist was a little less swollen as they slapped it against his side. It probably wouldn’t end well, but they needed him to stop, even if it was just for a moment.

“Rhythm check!” someone called out.

Surprisingly, his hands pulled away, and everyone’s eyes turned towards something they couldn’t see. Two fingers came to rest under their jaw.

“Back in sinus.” Was that good? “Still not breathing.”

They tried to pull a breath in, but they still couldn’t, their lungs refusing to pull in air. The hero quickly brought the mask back down over their face, his fingers pressing up against their chin.

Exhale looked down at them. His face was calm, almost thoughtful, not angry. Why? He’d just beat their chest into pieces. He was supposed to hate them.

“We’re going to move you up onto the stretcher now,” he said, voice far too gentle. “I know it's scary, but we’re going to take care of you.”

They couldn’t detect any malice in the statement, but they also couldn’t bring themselves to believe it. He had to be lying, right? He had to be.

The people around them shifted positions, and then, on the count of three, they were lifted into the air and quickly deposited on the stretcher. It was agonizing, their legs jerking and kicking on instinct.

“Stay still for us,” Exhale said. “I know it hurts, let us help.”

They were quickly loaded onto the ambulance. It was the warmest they could remember being. Exhale disappeared from their vision, but the other hero stayed by their head, keeping the mask on their face, steadily pushing air in and out. They were hungry for it. Every pause felt like an eternity.

One of the medics was messing with their arm again. They could feel a tight band around it, the ends ticking their bicep. The other was clipping something to their finger and covering their legs with a blanket.

“Sharp scratch,” a voice said, and then something burrowed into the crook of their elbow. Several seconds later, a rush of cool washed up their arm.

Exhale reappeared. “You got access?” He sounded surprised. There was a pause, presumably for a response they couldn’t make out, and then he turned away.

“We’re going to get you something for the pain now,” the medic said. They nodded weakly, still unable to speak. Another chilling wave rolled up their arm. Exhale kept breathing for them, and try as they might to resist, they couldn’t do it. It just wouldn’t work. He looked away from their face, eyes flickering over to the monitor and back down to them. What was he going to do?

There was a brief discussion that they couldn’t follow, and then he bent down to speak with them. “Hey, you with me?” he asked. They blinked in response, tears welling in their eyes for some reason. “Good. We’re concerned about your breathing, so we’re going to put you to sleep so that we can breathe for you. It’ll be more comfortable for you, yeah.”

His voice was calm, but it struck horror in them nonetheless. Darkstar had threatened them with this before, reminding them that the drugs wouldn’t work. But they couldn’t talk, beholden to the hero moving air in and out of their lungs.

People were shifting around them, preparing for something. The painkillers were starting to dull the agony. Even though everything still hurt, it was further away. Exhale swapped out for the other hero, still squeezing the bag in time. They half expected him to stop, forcing them to feel the crushing sensation of suffocation.

He didn’t though, his face still free of any malice. It had to be fake, considering the awfulnes they knew was coming.

There were two more consecutive rushes of cold. “Ket’s in,” somebody said.

Exhale looked down at them. “You might start feelin’ pretty tired soon, and that’s okay.”

They waited, but nothing happened. He didn’t seem too shocked by this, and he told the medic to push more.

It took a moment, but eventually they felt their eyelids start to grow heavy. Were the drugs working? They hoped they were. Please. Please.

Exhale’s face hanging above them was the last thing they saw before everything went black.

*** It took nearly a double dose of ketamine to get them out, but their eyes finally slid closed. The look on their face was strangely peaceful as he instructed the paramedic to push the roc. That one took a less dramatic amount to work, but it still irked him a little. After a minute had passed, the BVM was removed, and he began.

Using his right hand, he scissored their mouth open, then went in with the laryngoscope. He moved past their teeth and pushed their tongue away, descending further into their throat. It was coated with secretions, thick and slimy and a little bloody. “Suction,” he called out.

The tool was placed in his hand, and he quickly swept it back and forth across their mouth, vacuuming the goop away. It revealed their vocal cords, still and unmoving. “Bougie, please.” He kept his eyes on their glottis as it was passed to him.

He threaded it into their mouth and down their throat, feeling it click as it moved past the rings of their trachea. Once he felt the bougie stop, he asked for his tube. He’d just gotten it past their teeth when their face jerked.

Oh fuck.

They slowly pulled their eyes open, and it was obvious they were immediately aware of what was happening. “They’ve regained consciousness, I need another dose of ket in.”

He kept sliding the tube down as their eyes flitted around frantically, eyes watering. “We’re going to get you to sleep again.” Tears started to flow down their cheeks as he pulled the bougie out. “I know, I know, but I have to.”

They were obviously terrified, eyes wide and begging for relief. “Ket’s in.”

“Good.” He inated the balloon, then attached them to the ventilator while the paramedic used tape to secure the tube. “We’ve got the medicine in now. I know it's scary, but you’ll be asleep soon.”

Slowly, it started to work, and their eyes slid closed once more. They pushed another dose of roc, since they’d eaten through that too. Immortals were always hell to keep out, and this one wasn’t going to be any different.

Once they knew it was placed correctly, they got off to the hospital. Everything else that needed to happen could be done en route. They were eating through meds at a ridiculous rate, but the procedure had done its job, and their vitals were less awful.

They looked less dead now, somehow, and as he studied their face, looking for any signs of consciousness, it hit him. He knew them.

That was Darkstar’s sidekick.

That was Nova.

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#worlds babbles #whump #wow birthday whump #wow birthday whump day 13 #natural disasters #medical whump #gore #immortal whumpee #caretaker new whumper #finger gore #drug ment tw #whump writing #I love this one so much #eeeeeeeee

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weirdstrangeandawful · 1 month

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So my family trained our dog very well to recognise anything flat and on the floor as "bed". It's super helpful for cases where, for example, we're at a friend's place and she's overexcited and we can just point to the entranceway mat and say "go in your bed". It becomes inconvenient when we put something on the ground for other reasons and she just... lies on it lol (I digress).

Anyway, I'm thinking of a whumpee who is used to sleeping on mats (maybe they grew up having to save money on that sort of thing or maybe they have had to flee their home and sleep in makeshift settings for a while) meeting a caretaker who has a penchant for making/buying the fluffiest rugs ever.

After an initial period of trying to understand each other, Caretaker realises that Whumpee knows they can sleep in the bed but they still feel safer on the rugs. And the rugs are fluffy enough that it's causing no harm. Whumpee is just so grateful for how fluffy the rugs are and they do know they can sleep on the bed but also Caretaker understands them.

To be clear, my dog is not neglected. She has far too many beds and also a couch that belongs to her specifically. She just chooses the tiniest rug or the rugless corner for no reason. Well the reason is that she's a lab and she overheats.

#I grew up with money so I am grateful to have never had to really sleep rough #but my hometown started experiencing constant natural disasters as of like 10 years back (thanks climate change...)#and being the smallest and least vocal member of my family #I was always relegated to be the floor sleeper whenever people had to stay over because trees fell on their house or something #whump #whump prompt #sleeping rough

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tildeathiwillwrite · 15 days

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Changing of the Guard, Part 2

WoW Birthday Whump Day 13: Natural disaster / Shock collar / "Shut up!"

Prompt List

first part

TW: imprisoned, electrocution, earthquake

Context: It has been several weeks since Henry has been appointed as Dragon Keeper. Arcturus has come to value their friendship. But the magic designed to keep Arcturus imprisoned might be stronger than Henry had anticipated.

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It wasn’t the distant rumbling that signaled to Arcturus that something was off. He was used to inexplicable phenomena in a world where wizards could conjure storms and create fire with nothing but a source to draw from. Earthquakes were uncommon in the valley, sure, but not unheard of.

It was when Henry arrived hours before he was supposed to.

During the weeks since his appointment as Dragon Keeper, Arcturus had gotten to know Henry quite well. More than he had any of his previous Keepers. And the boy had not raised his hand against Arcturus. Not once.

He had a good heart.

Surprising, given the upbringing Arcturus had come to expect of the Order. But such was the passage of time for humans. Death came knocking, and new generations replaced the old, removed from the reasons for their ideologies. And so cultures change. Such a thing was obvious to someone with a longer lifespan, such as Arcturus. But anyone who’s studied history can come to the same conclusion.

From what Henry had told him during their visits, it was pure luck which resulted in his appointment. He was one of many apprenticed wizards, never even set his sights on Dragon Keeper. But when Lars fell ill, the Order drew lots among the apprentices. It was clear by their actions they did not understand what sort of person was expected to be a Dragon Keeper.

In a way, Arcturus pitied Henry as much as Henry seemed to pity Arcturus. The boy was a black swan among his predecessors. It was only a matter of time before one of the more rigid members noticed his milder disposition.

So the first thing on Arcturus’ mind when Henry entered the cavern, long before the day had elapsed, was that the Order had discovered what was happening.

“What are you doing here?” Arcturus asked softly.

The boy hesitated, the golden light floating above his hand flickering briefly before stabilizing. He’d gotten better at keeping his magic from reacting to his emotions under Arcturus’ guidance, but he still had far to go. “An earthquake has struck the valley,” he said, “I was sent to make sure you haven’t caused it.”

Arcturus snorted, wisps of smoke puffing from his nostrils. “These chains greatly hamper my magic. I might be able to shake my cavern, but not the entire valley to such magnitude. You know this. Why are you really here?”

Henry was silent for a long time. Far away, deep in the valley, the earthquake continued. The vibrations reaching Arcturus’ prison were pitiful, but it must truly be devastating if he could sense it even at this distance.

“I’ve decided,” the boy finally said, his light brightening, “that we are leaving.”

Arcturus blinked in surprise. “Leaving? We?!” It had been a long, long time since he’d been rendered nearly speechless from shock.

“Yes,” was Henry's response before he crossed the cavern, purpose in his stride. Arcturus watched him carefully. Was this some sort of trick? As the thought crossed his mind, Henry reached Arcturus and put his hands on the chains. He murmured the words to a disintegration spell, one Arcturus hadn’t heard in many, many years.

As the chain crumbled into dust, it glowed with electricity, a last-ditch effort in case of escape. The pain that followed was like a thousand sharp needles digging underneath Arcturus’ scales, burning across his body like wildfire. His muscles spasmed, and he could only watch as Henry crumpled to the floor, shaking and thrashing, the scent of burning flesh heavy in the air.

The shock passed as soon as it had begun, and Arcturus lay limp, focusing on his breathing and trying to remember the spells for healing. The chains were designed specifically for him, they would have released enough electricity to incapacitate him.

The boy had taken most of the bolt upon himself. He wouldn’t survive without intervention.

And Arcturus would rather spend an eternity imprisoned than do nothing for the first human he ever considered a friend. The words of a healing spell fell from his lips as he struggled to get off the ground. The magic flowed around Henry, mending the damaged skin of his hands and sinking into his body. His muscles relaxed, and his breathing eased as the magic put him into a healing sleep. When he awoke, his memory would be the only thing remaining of the injury.

Arcturus didn’t dare do the same for himself. With Henry now incapacitated, it was up to him to get them both out. He gently picked up the boy in one of his claws and, for the first time in decades, walked along the tunnel to the outside world.

It was snowing, the tiny frozen droplets cold against his scales. Far below, the grove in the valley shook, still affected by the earthquake. Arcturus breathed the freezing air in for several moments before setting his sights south and spreading his wings to their full span.

How good it felt to finally stretch them out after all these years! He doubted he would get very far on them, weak as they were, but it would be far enough. The Order would never find them again.

“Don’t worry, Henry,” he said softly to the sleeping boy, “we’re going home.”

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whumpster-dumpster · 2 years

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Any recommendations for whumping a character from a show without much canon typical violence (outside of illness)? I want to whump this character but he lives a kind of mellow life and I don't want to take him too far out of canon context. I'd love a list of like everyday whump ideas

Sure! Some everyday whump ideas:

Asthma

Sunburn

Migraines

Eyestrain

Ticks, lice

Hangover

Sweat rash

Nosebleeds

Brain freeze

Overworking

Appendicitis

Menstruation

Dehydration

Car accident

Burnt tongue

Carpal tunnel

Charley horse

Sports injuries

Tooth abscess

Plantar fasciitis

Food poisoning

Bug bites/stings

Allergic reaction

Choking on food

Low blood sugar

Natural disasters

Sensory overload

Prank gone wrong

Pet scratches/bites

Jammed fingers/toes

Diarrhea/constipation

Urinary tract infection

Stress-induced illness

Twisted ankle on a jog

Blisters, callouses, sores

Hit head on shelf/door/etc.

Picking at scabs/hangnails

Burns or cuts while cooking

Fainting after blood donation

Paper cuts, splinters, fiberglass

Broken air conditioner or heater

Slip in shower, on pool deck, icy pavement, etc.

Common illnesses: a cold, flu, fever, stomachache, bronchitis, ear/sinus/throat/chest infection, chicken pox, pink eye, C-19, etc.

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otpcompendium · 2 years

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A and B are strangers who both happen to be in the same place when a major natural disaster strikes, trapping them in a collapsed building together and forcing them to cooperate to survive and help keep each other alive.

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#otp #otp prompts #imagine your otp #writing prompts #ship prompts #story prompts #character prompts #whump #survival #survivalist #natural disaster #disaster

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whumpadventureprompts · 1 year

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Discovery

Rescuer is helping evacuate a damaged or dangerous area, say a building that's partly collapsed. They find Whumpee buried under the rubble and dig them out, working fast because they think they're still and silent because they're unconscious.

Then they find that they're actually bound and gagged.

#whump #prompt #whump prompt #rescue #tied up #natural disaster #cw:imprisonment #cw:restraint #cw:mass casualty event

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3-2-whump · 15 days

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WoW Birthday Whump Event, Day Thirteen

“Shut up!”

There were two possibilities I could’ve gone with for this. So, here are both!

Left: I was bored (canonically happened here)

Right: Recapture (happened multiple times between here and here)

#wow birthday whump #wow birthday whump day thirteen #shut up!#whump art #tw minor whump #at time of story #also mild disaster (but not a natural disaster)#recapture #gagged whump #my art #my ocs

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serickswrites · 1 year

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Quake

Part 2

Warnings: earthquake, head injury, blood

The ground beneath Whumpee’s feet began to quake. “Take cover!” They shouted to Caretaker and they shoved Caretaker towards a table. Caretaker’s hand was tight around their wrist as the room around them groaned, the wood splintering in places.

“Whumpee! Look out!” Caretaker shouted, but their words were drowned out over the roar of the shaking earth and crumbling building.

Earthquakes weren’t common here. Whumpee tried to remember what you were supposed to do in the event of an earthquake. Take shelter? Hide in a doorway? Go outside? Their thoughts were cut off as something hit their temple hard.

Pain exploded in their head. They could feel the blood rolling down their cheek. They stumbled forward towards Caretaker, their vision blurred and unclear.

“Oh no, Whumpee!” Caretaker’s words were muffled.

Whumpee’s nose was filled with dust. Their head hurt. And the ground was still shaking. They couldn’t move fast enough as more things fell around them. Caretaker pulled Whumpee’s hand hard and Whumpee fell to their knees. The world spun around them and they weren’t too convinced it was because they hit their head.

“Don’t,” Whumpee whispered, but they couldn’t get the words out around their nausea.

Caretaker pulled Whumpee beneath a table with them. Ducking their body over Whumpee’s head. “It’ll be over soon,” Caretaker murmured. “We’ll get you help for your head.”

Whumpee closed their eyes and nodded. Even that small movement had their head in so much pain they could barely breathe. They blinked open their eyes for a moment, but their vision was still blurry, Caretaker’s face still unclear.

“Don’t go to sleep, Whumpee,” Caretaker said tapping Whumpee’s cheek gently.

Whumpee wasn’t aware they had started to lose consciousness. “Awake,” they whispered back.

“Keep your eyes open,” Caretaker said more urgently as the ground stopped shaking beneath them. “Keep them open for me, Whumpee.”

Whumpee blinked. And blinked. But it became harder and harder to keep their eyes open. They’d just keep them closed for a moment. Try and clear the blurriness. They sighed as they closed their eyes once more, despite Caretaker’s pleas to stay awake and not sleep. Whumpee hurt too much to care.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw earthquake #tw head injury #tw blood #whumpuary 2023 #day 14 #prompt: natural disaster #prompt: blurry vision #queue

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whumpy-writings · 2 years

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Sold

Whumptember 2022 Day 1 Behind Bars

CW: Referenced natural disaster, starvation mention, vampires, slavery, captivity, dehumanization, being sold, female whumpees mentioned, nonbinary whumpee

Hayden stood behind Cynthia, the last elder of their village, as she knelt in front of the vampire and begged for mercy.

"Everything we have is gone, sir," she said with a defeated voice. "We will die if we stay here. Please sir, please take us as your blood bags. We won't fight."

Hayden stared at the ruined landscape and even though it had been a week, it still didn't feel real. That their home was gone, decimated by a storm that also took the lives of forty of their fellow villagers. Hayden had been one of the lucky ten who had survived.

"Very well," the vampire snapped his fingers and Hayden jumped. "Get in the cart. All of you." Hayden stared with wide eyes as their fellow humans started towards the cart. Towards a life of slavery. They knew they had to move, go with the rest of them, but they just couldn't seem to move.

"Hayden, come on," their friend Gina whispered, grabbing their hand and pulling them towards the cart. Hayden followed but their heart was beating too fast and their eyes burned with unshed tears. This was it. This was the end of their life as a free person. They climbed in with Gina and sat next to her on the rough wooden floor. They looked at the sea for one final time. It was dark gray today, the waves white-capped. They loved the sea. But the sea was ruthless, and it had caused the storm that had destroyed their life. They rested their head on Gina's shoulder and cried as the cart started to roll, taking them away from everything they had ever known.

Their fellow villagers were also weeping as the vampires took them towards their fate. Hayden didn't know how being a blood bag worked. They just knew that their body would belong to a vampire. They shifted uncomfortably as the cart trundled over the rough road.

"I'm scared," they whispered to Gina.

"I am too," she said. "But at least this way we won't starve." Hayden nodded, but deep in their core they worried that maybe starving would have been preferable. It was a couple hours until they reached their destination. The moon was low in the sky as the cart rumbled through a tall gate into a city. Hayden sat up straighter. They had never been to a city and they were amazed as they looked at the buildings rising on either side of them. Some of them were three stories tall! Gina sat up next to them and gripped their arm tightly.

"Look at all the vampires," she hissed. Hayden looked down at the street and started when they saw that she was right. Everywhere there were vampires bustling about. And many of them were staring right back at the humans in the cart. Hayden cringed back against Gina as their heart pounded. The vampires were clearly surveying their new meals. Their throat was suddenly dry.

The cart finally rolled to a stop in front of a large building.

"Out," a vampire barked. The humans were all frozen for a second before one of them climbed out of the cart and hopped onto the ground. Gina followed and Hayden followed her. Their legs almost gave out when they hit the strange stone street.

"This way."

Hayden and the rest of the humans followed the vampire through giant wooden doors into the building. It was brightly lit and Hayden blinked as their eyes adjusted. It was a giant hall and around the edges were... cages. Cages filled with humans. Hayden stopped breathing. This couldn't be their life. They started to back away but then a heavy hand landed on their shoulder.

"Keep moving," the vampire growled and Hayden had no choice but to comply. They ten of them were led into an empty cage before the door was shut behind them with an ominous thud.

"Tonight you will be evaluated and priced. Someone will bring food along shortly. Rest," the vampire said before leaving them alone.

Hayden shakily sat down and put their head in their hands. Fear rose up in their throat and all they wanted to do was scream. They all were going to be sold. They were just objects, to be appraised and used and they weren't people and-

"Hayden," a voice said. Hayden looked up to see Gina sitting next to them with her hand on their arm. Hayden threw their arms around her and buried their face in her shoulder. They sobbed then. Sobs for the people and life that they had lost and the terrifying future that was waiting for them. Gina started crying too. Hayden eventually cried themself to sleep in her arms.

When they awoke, there was food waiting for them. Not much, just a small hunk of bread, but they hadn't eaten in days and they devoured it quickly. The cell was tense with most of the humans sitting with their backs against the wall. As far away from the door as possible. Hayden made their way over and squeezed their way in between Gina and Timothy. They prayed to whatever gods might hear that the vampires would let everyone from the village stay together. But even as they prayed they knew that that was wishful thinking. Hayden jumped when the door to the cage opened.

"On your feet. All of you," a vampire said. Clearly he was the appraiser. Hayden struggled to their feet along with the others.

The appraiser started at the end of the line. He grabbed the man's jaw and examined his face. He pulled up his sleeve to look at his muscles and pulled up his shirt. He clucked his tongue.

"Scrawny," he said. "But sellable." He scribbled something down then took a piece of chalk and marked something on the man's shirt. Then he moved on to the next one. The world seemed to spin as the appraiser moved down the line and Hayden couldn't think of anything but their rising terror.

Hayden's breath was coming too fast. The vampire was so close, standing in front of Gina now. He ignored the tears that were running down her face as he poked and prodded her before using his chalk to mark her for sale. Then the appraiser was in front of Hayden.

He stared at Hayden and Hayden wanted to disappear. Then the appraiser reached out and ran a gentle hand through Hayden's red hair. Hayden flinched back, but the appraiser just laughed.

"Beautiful," he said. "You'll sell for a lot." Hayden felt like they were going to be sick. "Windemere will want to see them. He should be next door," the appraiser called over his shoulder to an assistant. Next thing Hayden knew a hand was grabbing their arm and pulling them away from the other humans.

"What-"

"Shut up," the vampire snapped and Hayden blinked back tears as they were led away from everything they knew. Everything was a blur as they tried to match the vampire's long strides. After a few minutes they stopped in front of a door. The vampire rapped on it with his knuckles.

"Come in."

The vampire opened the door and Hayden had no choice but to follow him. Seated behind a desk was a finely dressed vampire who looked up as they entered.

"Marcus thought you would like to see this one. Fresh from the villages." Hayden quivered under the vampire's gaze.

"I can see why. The hair and freckles are very striking." The vampire pushed back his chair and crossed the room to stand in front of Hayden. He grabbed their chin so he could look them in the eye. Hayden didn't dare move a muscle. "Yes, yes, they should do nicely. Pretty and compliant, perfect for my clientele." He released Hayden's chin. "Take them to holding room F."

Hayden's mind was spinning as the vampire dragged them down the hall. What was going on? Obviously that vampire had been some sort of human trader, but who were his clients?

The vampire opened a door into a small room. Hayden felt the blood drain from their face when they saw a cage set against one wall. A cage just big enough for a human. The vampire opened the cage door and Hayden winced as the hinges screeched.

"In you go," the vampire said, forcing them down to their hands and knees so they could crawl inside. The floor was cold metal and the chill was already working its way into Hayden's bones. Hayden's eyes burned as they watched the vampire close the door to their cage and turn the key in the lock.

"Please sir, what's happening?" Hayden asked.

The vampire ignored their question and left the room. The door closed with a slam, sealing Hayden alone in the darkness. They curled up against the bars of the cage and started to cry.

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