Arkeolog!Lloyd drabble 3/6
Misako didn't even think as she saw another student hold her son up against a wall, hands squeezing the thin skin around a fragile neck. She didn't think and instead just jumped into the offending student's body, forcing those hands away from her son's neck, making those very same hands squeeze the student's own neck.
YOU WILL LEAVE MY SON BE OR I'LL STAY LONGER NEXT TIME she screamed inside the student's mind, making the hands squeeze tighter to underline her threat. AM I UNDERSTOOD?
The student nodded in their inner mind, begging to be left alone. Satisfied the student wouldn't hurt her son again in at least the next couple of months, Misako left the body and glared down at the crumbled body.
"What-" the student gasped, "What the fuck?"
Misako moved over to her son, still invisible as she whispered into his ear, Get away, I'll keep them distracted for longer if I need to.
"M-mother?" Lloyd whispered, looking around the school yard where he'd been brought, "What-"
Get away while you can, Misako repeated, standing between her son and the other students now. I'll protect you.
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Some disorganized studies based on Stranger on the Third Floor and thoughts about what may have led the Stranger to become the person he was in the end.
I think it's very up to interpretation, because no matter what condition led to him being hospitalized, the point is what happened to him in the hospital/prison was monstrous, to the point he was so afraid to go back that he'd do anything to avoid it. He wasn't being treated, he was being abused.
I just kind of projected my own diagnosis on him, thinking about what happened to a lot of people before me. The idea of being hurt to "cure" something that never needed to be cured, which isn't exclusive to autism obviously, just something I think about sometimes.
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plotted starter for @apexadapted
the worst calls always seemed to happen at the end of his shift — the calls that take an emotional toll. the ones that end up requiring paperwork.
it’s less than an hour before the end of his shift when they get the call: an unnamed male in his thirties was found in a ditch on the outskirts of detroit, unresponsive. multiple injuries. likely the victim of a kidnapping, possibly an attempted murder.
when they arrive, it’s not just another call. it’s a crime scene. his goal is the same: take care of the patient. but he has to be careful where he steps. who he talks to.
❝ can you hear me? ❞ eli stands over him for just a moment, observing him — his hands are tied with rope behind his back. scrapes and bruises cover nearly every inch of visible skin. most horrifically, bruising on the man’s neck is indicative of a strangling.
he crouches down. the victim has a pulse, and he’s breathing. ❝ my name is elijah. i’m a paramedic, i’m here to help you. can you open your eyes for me? ❞ he turns to look at his partner. ❝ we’re gonna put you on a gurney and get you checked out, okay? ❞ of course, the nearest hospital is nearly twenty minutes away, in good traffic.
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the words hung above but never would form; like a cry at the final breath that is drawn. remember me, love, when i'm reborn - as the the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.
trigger warnings: choking, strangling, murder, gore, hanging, blood, death.
with the dwindling sunlight, a final night of raucous partying had commenced at bunker yard. families long having headed home, the local dj had worked their magic on the decks and the rhythmic thumping of a bass-line could be felt from miles away. cocktails spill from plastic cups, bottles of beer dripping with condensation, and a bustling crowd is clouded with a heavy haze of intoxication.
with a takeaway box in hand from her favourite food truck, hazel choi decides it's finally time to call it a night just a little before midnight. making her way past the crowd, she slips through the wide, rusted doors of the old factory and out into the cool evening air. it's a warm april but still barely 6 degrees ; and the chill bites at any bare skin it can reach. tugging her coat tightly around her, hazel begins the walk back home - cutting through the patch of blodeuwedd forest that splits the centre of the town.
the light from streetlamps scarcely shines here and there is little but the moon above to highlight a pathway through the trees. but in a town this small, and being an experienced regulator, what risk is there to take a shortcut ?? twigs and stone crunch underfoot as she makes her way through the section of forest. but it is not long before she feels a sense of being watched, hairs rising on the back of her neck.
though the music from the ongoing party remains in the distance, it's muted by the wall of trees. so the voice that cuts through the night is as clear as if it were whispered in her ear. "you're a liar-" every word is sharp, short, loaded. and delivered by a figure emerging from among the verdant woodland. the man is unfamiliar to her; not even as a passing face. but his appearance is almost monstrous, skin grey and sunken, eyes wild and brimming with tears. seething rage forms in a twisted sneer, before he lunges - unprovoked - at the young woman.
caught off guard, hazel is thrown to the ground, dirt and grass stains smearing her clothes. the attacker throws his body on top of hers, hands grabbing for her throat. any lucidity in his eyes is gone; leaving only a blank, darkness staring down at her. panic floods her before her training finally kicks in and the brunette does her best to wrestle free. the pair tussle, rolling through the undergrowth - scratching and clawing at each other.
fingers latch around her neck, squeezing, tightening, cutting off her air. she chokes, straining to breathe, as her hands flail desperately searching for a weapon of her own. grip forms around a loose rock and she draws it up, swinging wildly with all her strength, before it collides with her assailant's temple. a splatter of crimson, stunned groan, and the hands around her neck are released.
pushing the stranger off her, hazel gasps for air, gulping it down as her vision swirls. the man lies in the dirt beside her, unmoving. unconscious, surely. she has no time to consider otherwise - if he wakes, he may try to finish what he has started. she needs help, needs to get away. clambering up from the ground, blinking back stinging tears, hazel takes her chance and runs.
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it's 5am and the sun is rising when inghong chiu is finally making their way home. the final night of the easter party at bunker yard had gone all out and he is clawing back some sobriety as he walks, shoving chips into his mouth. his friends are not far behind him ( some mid walk bickering that had drawn them to stop further back ) and the comfort of his bed is calling.
warm, amber light filters through the trees as he stumbles along the shortcut path through blodeuwedd forest - but where there is usually birdsong, there is only silence. perhaps without the residual buzz of the party, he might have noticed. perhaps it might have given him pause, made him wonder, why the ground ahead was quite so disturbed - mud and grass seemingly strewn at random. perhaps it might have meant he was less surprised by the scene he comes across. perhaps.
instead, bleary eyes scarcely register the shape hanging from the tree ahead. assuming it to be some decoration gone astray, or a drunken prank. it's only as he draws closer that he sees the truth of the matter. colour drains from his face as his gaze fixes upon the body of the man swaying from the tree. blood drips and pools beneath his feet where he is strung up. bound by the wrists, splayed across the branches, almost like a marionette - the figure is haunting, its lifeless eyes bleak and accusing. around its neck, a sign, the lettering once crimson dried a sickening stale brown. liars.
what does this mean ??
choi haewon ( hazel choi ) was attacked and defended herself. she believes she left her attacker unconscious but did not check.
the body of hazel's attacker has been strung up and displayed by an unknown party with a message of their own.
inghong 'izzy' chiu has discovered the body. though not included in this post, it can be assumed that he has reported this to his fellow regulators.
a 'murder' has been committed in afon vale and the peace treaty may be at risk.
all bean sidhe within the town ( whether they are aware of what they are or not, whether they are in full possession of their abilities or not ) have a sense that something is wrong and are deeply uneasy.
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“Lethal protection” [Kisu]
Only a heartless monster would hurt a pure being like Kisu. And they deserved the treatment from the heartless monster Kalyan would become once any trace of humanity and reason had left him
Now the dirty man would be killed by his steel grip, the Naga's hands forcing him to look at his face.
No cunning, ferocious grin, no magic eyes, just the eyes of an enraged predator
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