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A small poem I drew out, I really like how this came out :')

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Officer Rainecloud v.s. Mafia Universo (how the rivalry began; final part)

       Flooring the gas pedal, taking some very risky sharp turns as well, I wasn’t doing a really good job at making sure I kept my promise of not crashing this tin can Brandon calls a car, but did that really matter? No, of course not! Thing was a piece of junk anyways but also, it’s lasted a while, I don’t think anything will mess it up at this point. Deep in thought I quickly slam on the brakes realizing the red light ahead, almost hitting someone. I sigh and glance over at Rob again, my anger still bubbling and boiling inside of me, it probably wouldn’t calm down for a while.  

The dark car seemed to attempt to calm my anger as I gripped the steering wheel, knuckles going white, it was silent except for the engine humming. The light finally changing after a while, what seemed like eternity before I floored it. Finally reaching the hospital I pull up around the back and quickly jump out of the car and rush over to the passenger side of the vehicle. Quickly swinging the door open and picking up Rob, rushing inside with the doors of the car open yet the key in my pocket...

...

An hour or two later, what felt like forever waiting to find out what was wrong, I finally got notified of what had happened. The doctor standing next to me;

“Fractured, in four different places.”

“Both of them?”

“Yes. Both of them”

I sigh a bit, my ears twitching slightly trying to think... great now I have to tell Skye he’s here in the hospital, office sure is going to be lonely...and silent-

“How long?”

“We’re not sure, give him a few weeks and we will check on the healing process as well and inform you.”

“Alright... can I see em?”

The answer I was met with was cold and brief;

“No.”

I once again sigh, standing up and looking at the doctor, his glare making me shift uncomfortably under it.

“Thank you for your time doctor, it’d be best I get going.”

I quickly shuffle off, stepping outside, the air was cold the moment it hit me, didn’t feel pleasant at all, I pull the keys out of my pocket before sliding into Brandon's car. The driver's seat felt more uncomfortable than usual, felt hard behind my back but that just had to be me, carefully starting up the car and driving off, one thing burned into my mind, that thing that caused this, that creature, monster, whatever you call it, had to be taken down once and for all... Otherwise Ravenwood would never be truly safe with him pulling the strings, I need to do something about it now.

I brake at the red light, just sitting there while no one else was driving, no one in their right mind was out at this hour anyways, impatiently waiting for it to turn green so I could drive to the station. Just needed to put my stuff away and lock the office so I could go home and sleep is all, needed rest after this nightmare of a day. The light finally changing after a moment of thinking as I quickly pull up to the station, hopping out of the car and rushing inside, forgot to close the damn door but oh well.  

The assistant chief’s light was still on in her office, pulling a rather late shift to file reports. Then again, she always seemed to do this, doubt she ever slept at this point. I quietly slip into my office and straighten my desk, turning off the lamp that was left on in the room before walking out and locking the door, cramming the keys in my pocket as I pass by the assistant chiefs office once more, peering inside seeing that she was sitting at her desk working on paperwork, as suspected.  

“Late night huh?”

I chuckle a bit as she looks up and smiles slightly.

“Yeah, there is too much work left for me to do in order to go home.”

We both share an awkward laugh before I go to depart,

“Hope ya are able to get some sleep tonight at least, see ya tomorrow then...”

I head out the doors of the station before sighing, hopping into the running car and shutting the door and backing up and out of the spot I was sitting in, still needed to drop this off back at Brandon’s place and give him the keys. My night wasn’t over yet, I could feel my eyes want to shut as I kept them open in order to see the road before me, definitely was going to ask if I could spend the night so I didn’t pass out walking home...

After several close calls of almost passing out while driving down the road I eventually pull up to his driveway, parking the car and climbing out, slamming the door shut as I trudge up the steps of the back and slip inside the bar, peering into the rather busy place trying to spot Brandon. Finally spotting him among a few of the customers talking to them, looking rather irritated as he spoke, the customers seemed to be arguing with him over something. I wave a bit to try and get his attention, succeeding first try as he glares at me for a split second before he comes over behind the bar and into the backroom.

“What is it? Rather busy right now.”

I hold up the keys and hand them to him.

“Wanted to return the car to ya, also I need to crash on your couch tonight, I won't make it home at this rate.”

He sighs and glances over his shoulder, muttering;

“Yeah sure, just crash on the loveseat not the chair please, last time I almost sat on you half asleep.”

I force a smile with what little energy I had at him.

“Thanks, I'll be sure not to sleep in the chair this time.”

He quickly rushes off to separate two people who he was talking to a moment ago as I slip outside though the backdoor. Carefully opening up the creaking door and stumbling a bit over to the loveseat, grabbing one of the small pillows and burying my face into it as I pass out, what a night...

Universo’s POV:

“You let them get away?”

Jason quivered like a leaf under my gaze, seemed too shook up to answer as I sigh and let the smoke trail up to the roof and into the grate of the air vent that was in the corner of the room, narrowing my eyes slightly feeling the corner of my lips curve down with it.

“Well? Are you going to answer my question Jason?”  

Jason lets out a small, rather annoying, whine of fear before hesitantly answering my question.

“We- well Boss, yo..you did-”

“Answer my question.”

He lets out a startled yelp before continuing;

“I...I did sir....”

“Good, I want them to believe they got away on their own. Now report to Charles, you still acted out of line and you know that it is not tolerated.”

Jason quickly nods before darting out of the room and carefully closing the door behind him, hearing his footsteps echo down the hall made it clear he was in no mood to stay another second longer. I huff silently as a file appears in my hand, carefully opening it up and scanning the papers inside, what it contained was the full name, address, occupation, birth information, age, height, abilities, and skills of the officer from earlier.  

“Miss Neil, a little kitten playing with a ball of yarn tied to plates thinking that there is a ball following it, such a shame it works to my liking and not yours.”

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This is the end of this story, the overall plot still continues to move

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What is Home?

I'm tired, Of what? Jumping home to home. Lacking a true room to call my own. Food I cannot touch, rooms they forbid I enter. The hours I couldn't get back of doing mindless tasks. Home is where you make it but where are my tools to start? Where is my love and cement blocks? Why can I not find a bed, a roof to keep, Hell, a place to permanently sleep. I just want to go home, home, home, To where the wild beast will welcome me with wide arms. And maybe finally keep the dangers of the word beast barred.

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Mysterious Murder

Sunlight hit the window just right that sunny afternoon, droplets of light splattering across the carpeted floor in a glittery show to an absent audience. Such a thing would have been enjoyable if the sunlight didn’t overlap with the blood splattered and rubbed into the carpet as well. Light only serving the purpose of illuminating the crimson splatter that stained the carpet. Jethro stood there taking in the scene with a notebook clenched in his hand and eyes locked in place absorbing every detail they could, holding his breath the entire time leaving the place in silence before pausing and adjusting his cigarette that laid in his mouth.

Crouching down, Jethro looks closer at the body being careful not to touch the corpse, noting the persons possible age and other notable features as something turned in his stomach. There appeared to be a stab wound in their chest, multiple, as he hesitantly huffs and shakes his head at such a sight. He always found this sickening, bastard behind this just didn’t seem to care at all about how they did this due to how sloppy the stab wounds appeared. Struggling for a moment before stumbling to his feet, he places a hand on his hip and huffs once more after removing the cigarette from his mouth, watching the smoke flow out into the air before once more shaking his head unamused.

Clenching his fist and shoving it back into his trench coat pocket, placing the cigarette back into his mouth he goes to walk with quick and fast strides into the other room, face scrunching up as a few unpleasant theories come to mind on what might’ve occurred here to cause such conflict. Only a few loose ideas, after all he still needed to find out more about the victims' possible affiliations and connections, people who might have hated them the list goes on and on as Jethro spaces out for a bit, standing in the doorway of the kitchen with a pondering hand on his chin stroking his stubbly face.

“Hey now, don’t get lost in that head of yours.”

Jethro snaps back into reality like a rubber band, looking down at Chip who was standing in front of him before the corners of his mouth formed into a flirtatious grin. Rolling his eyes with a sigh as the grin stays on his face and his emerald eyes sparking to life, chuckling a little bit before confidently declaring,

“No need to worry, I have yet to even get into the labyrinth of my own mind my dear friend Chip. Now tell me, what have you found?”

Chip scurries over, tail trailing behind him as he presents Jethro with a small stack of papers and a nervous smile as Jethro gently takes them and begins to scan them over, Chip going to explain the papers while Jethro does such.

"She appeared to be in some sort of conflict with both a lover and also in a money situation, I would not be surprised if she was murdered in cold blood but also there is the chance, she owed money she could not repay and they got tired and well...Put her out of her financial misery by killing her."

Jethro nods in agreement as his smile had faded the moment the papers were in his hand, taking a puff from the cigarette and briskly exhaling it with frustration as smoke billowed up and in attempts to reach the sky hit the ceiling and scattered, his eyes still sparkled and gleamed like dewdrops on leaves with a bit of hope for closing this up nice and easy. With a quick gesture he returns the papers to Chip and marches off into the kitchen and begins to open cupboards and drawers searching for whatever he could, the place felt rather empty with a few fine China and possessions that were either family heirlooms that were not sold off or pricey decoration that was added to the place with that extra money the victim had obtained. Chip wandering into another room to search for what he had assumed Jethro was looking for, any valuables, any letters, anything that had a name other than an initial that would get them nowhere.

After quite a bit of searching in the kitchen, living room around the body, bedroom, bathroom, and the small little side room with a desk and some dirty laundry on it they had found at least one letter with a name on it! Jethro hollering for Chip the second he had spotted it, excitement in his voice as he waved the new piece of evidence in the air with glee. He shoves the paper into chips hand with a beaming grin and glittering eyes as Chip reads over the letter. The letter itself was almost burned to a crisp, obviously in some vain attempt to destroy it as a whole for it was a miracle it survived this, the ink a little smeared but otherwise quite fine! And a name almost burned off near the bottom, Jethro recognizing it but unable to place it and where it sparks something from, a puzzled look upon his face as he frowns unsure how he has a vague idea on who this is.

Of course, this meant one thing, to go back to the office and pick through files until the name rung a clear and loud bell.

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The mourning star

He is so close, yet so far, We call him the mourning star. Appears at dusk, vanishes at dawn. He has been alone for oh so long.

The moon glows dim, Tears stream faster, It's just in, The stardust splatters.

Alone since he came to the sky, What burdens he holds, Everything to hide. His blood so bold, Yet pure as moonbeams as he cries.

Maybe one day, The mourning star will mourn no longer, And never again be alone in the skies.

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Self-reflective demise

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Alright fellas a comic about Drew based off of this poem that was about him :D also when you rb please tag ALSO CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY PLEASE

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Imprinted Chains

First born, first breath, created from the flames. Chains latched on, cold and heavy, locking one away. Isolation. Weight on my shoulders heavy, This burden suddenly only mine to bear. Pressure on my back, eyes everywhere, Nothing can relieve it from me, except by death.

Emotions are forbidden, do not even consider speaking. They are used against you, expression of any freedom is depressing. Feelings in boxes, locked away and sealed forever. Mind needs to be a clean slate, like warm wax ready for a stamp. An impression, brainwashing, imprisonment in an endless meander. I am supposed to be a vessel, meant to be filled with lies and honey.

I'm supposed to be a big shot, a gold star, placed at the gates of heaven. I'm a lie, a scam, a goddamn sham, I will never have the beleven. I am not the perfect angel, not daddy's little girl. This vessel of flesh feels not of my own, I lack a place in this world. I am no angel father, I am but a heathen. Demonic creature of lost dreams, not what mother nor father desired. These chains forever in my means, dreams of freedom expired.

One day I might get freed, but these chains forever last.

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Candy Head

I wish I could take my head and dump it out, Watch all the thoughts fall about. Finally be free and clear of mind, It would be about goddamn time. These thoughts that poison me and are killing me slowly, I want them gone. That's all I want, for them to leave me alone, I want them gone gone gone. They're eating me alive, consuming me until I die. Poisoned little candied tots, take a shape that is my thoughts. I cannot flip the bucket upside down, I cannot reach into it, it'll kill me if I tried. One day these thoughts will take me slowly, fill me with sweetass lies.

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Star Covered Lies

Ashes to Ashes, it's all lies, Are you ready to one day say goodbye? Life is beauty, suffering, and pain, So why say you're nothing in vain?

You are more than ash and dust, Flesh and bones, A name and child. You are thoughts, ideas, Being, soul, Memories and more.

Stardust. You are made of it, Energy and light, So why not let it shine? why dull yourself down to fit in, Why become dust...ashes and lies? Why, why, why...

Why are you giving into star covered lies?

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Word Beast

I can feel the words clog my throat, Bubbling and pressing into one another, Yet unable to come out and form sounds So I continue to swallow them down

To my dismay they come out at some point, In the form of tears, screams, sobs They don’t ever just, go away. They come back stronger, more powerful Into a beast of fear and emotion that one cannot keep down

It tears through your heart and mind like butter, and snow Soon you have to cave in, for the voices tell you so The bubbles once light become heavy and acid Burning, scorching, making you unable to speak, Only cry and weep

Words carry weight, wither in your mind throat or the air. Some say you can feel them, but they are still there. Sometimes words can make you crave and desire to off yourself and vanish, Don’t listen to them please those thoughts you must banish, Just be strong, for tonight and the night after please. Do not give up, have hope I beg, Just breathe and sit on your bed.

I as of this as if my hand wasn’t already on the trigger.  I want to spread the message to someone to anyone,  It gets better, and your joy becomes bigger.  What trigger you ask? It isn’t a gun I will say, It is the trigger which is my finger, Pressed onto this key, which reads enter. This isn’t my end don’t let it be yours Let the beast of words out soon now, before it rips out your throat.

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Self-reflected Rebuild

Your windows are broken, Walls are bare. You know who did this, But who all cares? You pick up the pieces, broken, shattered. Your mind is empty and scattered. Regrets, despair, stone should've been your choice.

But that's in the past. Now raise your voice. Rebuild your walls made of duct-taped glass. This is only the beginning. Next comes the stone that'll last. Mighty one, it's done. Your choice, fair one, was finally stone.

With the price, you're now alone...

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White Stained Lace

I am like the dirt below, On a plain, white, frilly dress. No one wants it there, No one could care less.

Oh poetic mind of mine, Why must you appear when I break down and cry? Yet you seem to vanish when my tears are finally dried? Do you, too, care little of me even though you are one with me? Alas, the fool is I in the end.

Hope, a strong word, I lack it mostly. Bravery, strength that too, Why must I be so weak and frail, Am I just damned to fail..?

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Fallen.

Those of the fallen,

The beaten, the brave,

The ones that have been sent to an early grave.

Deep breaths, deep sorrows, the widows they cry,

Rest easy dear loved ones, dry the tears from your eyes.

The darkness they battled, all on their own,

If only that had someone that could have shown,

How easy it is to cry out and plea.

If only if only, it wasn't me.

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Tears of Lavender and Gold

Colors of new,  Visions of old,  Bright, light colors of gold. 

Streaks of lavender, So strong yet sweet. For the frail one weeps, Not a smile to be seen. 

Eyes made of gems, Cheeks stained brightly, The colors so mighty, So vigorous. 

To cover your blemishes, And to hide your infringements, You cover your face in gold. 

As brightly as you shine, Oh so divine, Yet one thing could bring your curtains to a close.  

Those heavy streams of lavender, forgotten, old bliss. Wipe away your gold paint And reveal what you most miss. Sweet, tiresome tears now lavender and gold. Remember what you were told. 

No one can take away your true shine.

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Self-reflective demise...

Keep your walls up high, fair one, Do not let them crumble. Let those you trust in mighty one, For they are so humble. 

Brick by brick you built this place to last, What others do not seem to know that your bricks are made of glass. One traitor, maybe two or three, god knows, Will start the spree. 

A hammer in hand, a rock or two,  One swing, one toss,  A violent action will do.  The glass cracking, shattering oh no, 

Oh my Fair mighty one... Why wasn't your choice stone?

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