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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 3 years

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Trigger Word.

WARNING: Chapter contains Graphic Imagery and extreme depictions of violence. You have been warned.

*SLAM!*

OOF!

*Kuripa bursts into the staff office where Iroha and Kana are being held by kicking down the door and also subsequently knocking over the guy guarding it.

KOUMORIIIIIII!!!

Ah!

Kuripa!

Kuripa-kun! You made it!

Hey, focus bastard!

*The only other goon in the room rushes towards Kuripa armed with a gun.

Tch...

Owch! Ow! Ah!

Yoink!

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*

UGHGHGH!

*Kuripa grabs his arm and twists it, making him drop the gun. Kuripa grabs it before it hits the ground and unloads all the bullets into it’s original owner.

P-Please don’t kill me...! I-I’m doing this against my will!

Oh, ARE you now? My apologies! I had NO idea! I’m SO guilty!

Wait! WAIT! AAAAAAAAAHHAHAAAAAAAA!!!

*Making his sarcasm evident, Kuripa tosses the gun aside, then grabs the man by his belt and collar, raises him above his head and chucks him through the window.

Ngh!

Ah! KURIPA!

!!!

*After being horrified by the scene, Koumori grabs Iroha, pulls out his own gun and aims it at her head.

Don’t move!

...

I’m warning you! Stay still!

...

I’ll kill her!

...

Believe me I’ll do it!

...It’s ok. I believe you.

Huh?

*Koumori is confused, as Kuripa suddenly starts to dart his eyes around the room. His eyes fall on several things, including a microwave, oven, and a toolbox, amongst other things.

...What are you doing!?

Oh sorry, don’t mind me, I’m just distracting you.

Distracting...huh!?

!!!

*As soon as he says this, Koumori is caught off guard. Using this as an opportunity, Kuripa tosses his sword and nails Koumori in the foot!

AAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCHHH!!

AH!

Iroha-chan!

NGH! UGH!

Eat! Shit!

*The pain of the blade forces Koumori to let go of Iroha. She runs away from him while Kuripa retrives his sword and kicks Koumori in the face.

...Ngh...! *heavy breathing*

Kuripa...thanks so much...!

It’s alright.

*Kuripa pats her on the head, while Kana hurries to hug her.

Had enough Koumori? We’ve already won, so give it up!

You’ve seen how badly I messed up your goons. Quit while you’re ahead so I don’t ruin you!

...Bastard...!

*Koumori clutches his aching head and aims his gun at Kuripa.

You have no idea...I have to rise to the top! I HAVE to!

My sister...My family...They have to depend on me!

Sis...ter...?

My sister is sickly and in critical condition. We only have enough money to pay for her hospital fee.

That’s why I need to overthrow and ruin Asayoru! I need power! Money! Everything that I can do to save her! But you...You’d never understand!

You couldn’t save your sister!

...!

You couldn’t save your sister if your life depended on it! But I’m not you!

...

Iroha...Kana...?

Y-Yes...

Go downstairs and find Kokichi. Lock the door behind you if you can.

But what about-

Trust me when I say this...neither of you...

Neither of you are gonna want to stick around to see what I’m about to do to him...Get out of here before I lose what little amount of patience and sanity I have left...!

...

...O-Ok...!

*Kana and Iroha hustle out of the room.

...

...Good luck...

*Iroha whispers this to Kuripa as she closes the door...and the moment she does.

RGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!

Wh-What the hell!?

*WHAM!*

UGH!

*Kuripa screams defiantly and darts to the corner of the room. He grabs a toolbox, and then immediately rushes to Koumori and smashes him over the head with it several times

*WHAM!* *WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!*

Ugh...UGH!

...

*Kuripa then backs up and opens the toolbox, reaching in and grabbing a pair of pliers. Koumori gets to his feet.

BasTARRRD!

!!!

Ugh!

*FLESHY NOISES!*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHH!

*Koumori runs in for a punch, only for Kuripa to dodge out of the way and grab his arm. He then uses the pliers to forcefully yank off one of Koumori’s fingernails!

AH! ACK!

OPEN WIIIIDE!!

AH! NA! NAA! LEASE! MMMFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!

*As Koumori reels from the pain in his hand, Kuripa wraps his arm around is neck, then uses the pliers to reach into his mouth pull out his back teeth!

Ah! Oh ma gawd!

...!!!!

*CLATTER! CLATTER! CLATTER!*

Wh-Wha are ya? ACK!

*CLANG! CRASH!*

UGGGH!

*As a last move, Kuripa empties the toolbox and slams it on Koumori’s head, causing his head to get stuck inside the toolbox. He then stomps on it, sending it crashing to the floor and splitting apart on Koumori like shrapnel from a grenade.

...

Yo...You...YOU BASSARD!

*Kuripa starts to walk away from Koumori, but despite the damage he received, the man gets up and rushes after Kuripa, attempting to punch him. However, Kuripa is standing next to a box of party supplies.

!!!

OOF! UGH!

...

Ah! AHACKACKAKKCKAKCKAKKCAKCAK!

*Kuripa reaches into the box of party supplies and grabs some firecrackers. He then shoves a handful of them into Koumori’s mouth, which explode and burn his insides!

HWWAAGGH!

UGGGH!

*Kuripa kicks Koumori into the table behind him, causing Koumori to crumple to the ground. He tries to use the table as a crutch to help himself back to his feet, but Kuripa approaches him and grabs him by the back of the head!

!!!

UGH! UGHUGHUGH!

*Kuripa repeatedly slams Koumori face first into the table. When Koumori is downed and is almost unable to move, Kuripa rushes to the side of the room and comes running back with a water cooler!

H-H-Huh? UCK!

Drink up bitch...!

BLUGHUGHGUHGUHGHUGUGGGGHGHG!! BLUGHG!!

*Kuripa stamps on Koumori’s chest, nailing him to the floor. When Koumori opens his mouth, Kuripa shoves the lid into his mouth and forces Koumori to chug the barrel.

BLUGHBGLUGHBLGUGHBLGLGLBLUGHGHGUGH!!!!

...

GAGH! HAH! HAH! HAH!

*Before Koumori can pass out, or even die from drowning, Kuripa removes the bottle, but then grabs Koumori by his leg and drags him to the other side of the room.

...

Wh-What...Wha are ya doig? ACH!

*In place of a reply, Kuripa lifts Koumori up and shoves his head into the microwave!

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEEEP!*

Ah...na....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHAAGAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHH!!

*CRASH!* *BASH!*

AGGHAAAAAAAAAGGHGHGHGAAAAAAGHAHHHAHAA!!! HEEEEEEELLLLPPP!!

*While Koumori’s head is in the microwave, Kuripa turns it on and begins to fry him like popcorn! Koumori tries to pull himself out, but Kuripa shoves him back in, then impounds the microwave with his fists, trapping Koumori inside it!

NGH! NGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!

*Despite this, Koumori forces the microwave off his head. However, the friction peels away at the skin on his head and he starts bleeding from it.

...Ah...aahaa...ugh...!

...Not done yet...!

No...please, jus leave me alone...NO!

*Kuripa grabs Koumori’s arm and drags him over to the oven. He, with a menacing glare, opens the door and heaves Koumori’s body up to it so his head is resting on the open door. When that happens, Kuripa slightly shuts the door, and then takes a step back.

N-No...please...! Please don’t do this...!

...

*Koumori, due to the pain of all his previous torture, is unable to move his body. All he can do is watch in despair as Kuripa takes a few steps back.

...please...!

!!!!

*WHAM!*

*SPLAAATTT!!*

*After taking a run up, Kuripa drop kicks the door to the oven, slamming Koumori’s head inside it. An explosion of blood gushes out of it, splattering everywhere in the room, including over Kuripa.

...

*Kuripa lays unmoving for a few seconds, before he heaves his exhausted body to his feet.

...

*He carefully approaches Koumori’s lifeless body and presses his ear to his chest.

...

*He can faintly hear a heartbeat.

...You have a family who’re expecting you to come back in one piece...I can’t relieve them of that, so I won’t kill you...

But word of advice...Get out of the Cabaret industry. It’s caused your family nothing but trouble.

Get out, get away, and get bent...!

*Kuripa, drenched in blood, leaves the room, containing nothin now than an unconscious goon and Koumori barely clinging to life.

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa another 2 #sdra2 #danganronpa blowback #drb #oc #kuripa kurafto #ryo koumori #iroha nijiue #kana ise #ask #cabaret kyojins arc

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 5 years

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Winner’s Curse Ch. 10

And I’m back! With another insanely long chapter to make up for nothing in the past few months if anyone is still up to date with this story. Anyway this was a fun one cuz it’s Uma. Enjoy.

“How are we going to get the money to pay Sinclair?” Gil asked, gamely eating some raw eggs while Uma resisted the urge to tear the eggs from Gil’s plate. He seemed more focused on eating than on their mission

Not that that was a surprise. Food was scarce on the Isle so when one got it, they tended to devote their full attention to it. Gil, more so than most. Even though he hadn’t yet reached the muscular physique of his older half-brothers or his father, he still attempted to do so. Pumping the iron everyday and of course, eating twelve dozen raw eggs whenever he was able to.

Like today for instance, his mom managed to sneak a full plate of eggs for him when he and Uma entered Gaston’s bar, and was nice enough to give Uma a mug of frothing beer as well. Which was a good thing because the alcohol was going a long way in numbing the raging migraine that was pounding her right eye.

“I don’t know how we’re going to get money.” Uma admitted through clenched teeth, “Harry and the rest of the crew are out there right now shaking down people, but this isn’t the place to get the 5,000 dollars Sinclair wants. She isn’t going to help us.”

“Know what place has a lot of money, Auradon. Maybe you should head back there, get the money and come back.” Gil suggested, slurping the oil off his fingers.

“That was the point. I went to Auradon so I could find out about their part of the world so I could come here, and storm Auradon for revenge and riches. It’s a ridiculous idea that I have to go back there to steal from them so I could fund my plan to steal from them.” Uma pounded her fist against the table in frustration.

There was another reason Uma didn’t want to return to Auradon, and that reason was one, no one would find about.

She missed Harry, and Gil, and the rest of her crew. When she planned to take over Auradon, she always pictured them by her side. Stealing and pillaging against all those who had wronged them.

And though she had left them for only 6 months after the Cotillion, she worried about what would happen if she left again.

The crew had barely managed to stay together while she had gone. Desiree, Ryker, Rosita, Gonzo and Jonas had always been coarser and hot-tempered, but during the months she had been away they had been the target of many gang ambushes, being torn out of their beds on the ship

Others like Bonny, Drey and Gabe stayed home more and more trying to avoid fights and hoarding what little food they could keep.

Gil had been taken in by Lars...Thankfully Gil had gotten out in time but the blonde hadn’t been wrong when he said he felt like Lars was stalking him. She had sent Yamato, Raphael and Drey to find Lars and give him a message to not mess with Gil anymore.

They had found Lars just standing outside the back of Gaston’s shack, somehow having avoided all the hidden hunting traps Gaston laid about to protect his hunting trophies, gazing through the window to the Gil’s room. Gil hadn’t been home but it seemed like Lars had been taking note of everything just in case for next time.

Yamato, Raphael and Drey had made quick work of him, but Uma was still concerned by the threat of Lars. She had never interacted with the supposed prince, he always stayed in the background which was concerning. In the background, patient like a spider waiting to strike. She didn’t know if being beaten by her crew sent him the appropriate message or if it would come to bite them in the ass by fueling him to get revenge.

And Harry...she had no idea what was going on with him.

On the outside, he seemed fine. Still loyal as ever and possibly even more hook-happy with the Coven’s takeover preventing him from following his more violent impulses. Yet Harry didn’t speak of what he did when she had been away, preferring to ask about her time in Atlantica. None of the crew had given her straight answers either, usually mumbling something about how Harry will tell her everything, and it was none of their business.

“Uma?” Gil’s voice snapped her out of her reverie and she gave him a sharp glare.

There was no time for sentimental feelings or emotions.

“Maybe we can shake down those people over there. Maybe they took stuff from the castle and we can stea; from them.” Gil pointed out the window to Maleficent’s castle.

Uma turned her head toward where Gil was pointing at, and saw a motley crew of strangers approaching the other side of the moat where Maleficent’s goons usually exited and entered the castle.

Despite the fact that the gang of five were crouching among the bushes and obscured by the shadows of looming castle, Uma was able to discern that at least two were male humans and two were female humans. All four were ragged and haggard, and dressed in the bulky tent-carp clothing that made lackeys indistinguishable from one another, save for their varying heights and skin tones. At least the skin one could see from underneath the dirt and grime.

It was nothing new that goons would lead random people into Maleficent’s castle especially now that the Coven was in charge. Those poor unfortunate souls probably offended the “mighty” Coven in some way and were going to be punished. Or maybe they ran out of servants to torture.

It was perfectly natural for them to be there.

However the strangers were doing a shoddy job of acting natural.

The tallest was one of Maleficent’s hooded brown skinned goons that was frantically motioning for them to move into the doorway, making expansive hand gestures as if he was explaining some sort of plan.

However, one of the females grabbed the goon’s shoulder, and started making expressive gestures of her own as if she was explaining an alternate plan.

Suspicious….

Lackeys on the Isle knew their place. They were the submissive types who only disobeyed orders because they lacked the competence to carry plans out. Lackeys never fought back or made aggressive swipes or had minds of their own.

Suddenly, one of the boys seemed to have noticed her staring at them and crouched down into the bush soon followed by others like frightened meerkats.

Uma continued to look at where they had been for a few more seconds, pretending she had never seen them and was just zoned out. Then she turned her head to glance at one of the ever present mirrors.

She watched as the group slowly crouch up from the bushes, just enough so the tops of their heads were visible. As they picked off leaves in their air and rub off some dirt, Uma had to swallow down the small ball of anger that rose in her throat.

The goon whipped off his hood to run a hand over his hand over his pig-like ears, twitching his snout in an all-too-familiar and enraging smile.

She had seen a certain thief do that strategic hair-muss combined with that self-satisfied smirk everytime he believed he executed a brilliant maneuver like when he stole one of her mom’s fake sea-shell trinkets from the Fish & Chips shop.

And the searing brown eyes that sparkled with overconfidence further confirmed her suspicions.

Jay was back on the Isle doing who knows what.

That was wrong, Uma could guess what he was doing. He and his do-good pals were probably going to try to save the day, defeat the Coven, pat themselves on the back for toppling a tyranny so they could leave the Isle in a marginally better position and not feel guilty for still keeping the citizens there to starve and die slowly in a life they had not chosen.

“Oh hell.” Uma snarled.

For once acting on impulse instead of strategizing, Uma banged through the doors and strode up to the crew, thinking and discarding a dozen ideas of what exactly she was going to do next.

“Hello Jay.” Uma whispered, creeping up behind the goon who jumped into the air.

The fake lackeys stared in wide-eyed shock at her. Being the one on the upper hand renewed her usual feeling of control.

They continued staring at her clearly not knowing what to do next.

“What brings you to the Isle, Jay?” Uma continued casually as if they were having a light conversation, the four others staring at her, “Mal, you look better than ever. You finally decided to go as you are- a backstabbing scum of the Earth. Though I’m surprised that Evie agreed to go as your twin. Or Ben or Carlos? What is this thing here? A matching costume contest?”

“They’re not my friends. None of them are here.” Jay told Uma causing her to lose her confident composure. “Huh what?” “Yeah even I could have told you that Captain.” Gil caught up to them, “It’s obvious that they’re just some flunkies and Maleficent’s goon.” Uma slapped her hand against her forehead. “Please do not contribute to this conversation, LeGume.”

“I guess we should tell her guys. She’s gonna find out anyway.” Jay-goon shrugged despite the two guys and girl frantically mouthing the word, “No!”

“Yes, you should. After all, I know you’re here to overthrow the Coven, and I can provide more valuable assistance than Jay.” “On what condition?” Jay challenged before the others could respond.

Uma smirked, “Like I told your silly king, I want me and my crew off the Isle as well as the other Vks.”

“No way!” Jay growled, pushing his snout up against Uma’s face though Uma firmly refused to back up. She would be intimidated by a mere thief, she was the queen of the sea.

“Why not?” The one female lackey that hadn’t said one word suddenly piped up with strange slit eyes blazing, “Because she’s a villain? I’m a villain and you’re going to give me a kingdom...unless you’re lying.”

Alright so they are already working with a Vk….

“No no we’re not lying.” The more outspoken girl lackey assured, “You’re going to get a kingdom, and ...I suppose I can get them off the Isle. We’ll just have to make Mal be okay with it, I guess. Somehow.”

“I’m not okay with it!” Jay snorted angrily.

“Well then you shouldn’t be promising kingdoms and making deals with villains.” One of the male lackeys retorted.

Hmm definitely a pretentious judgemental good guy. Uma looked to Gil but he just shrugged his shoulders in confusion.

“I have to. Bargaining with your enemies is the only way to survive here on the Isle. NoT That you’d understand since you don’t have to bargain for anything. Everything is dropped in your lap-”

“Guys!” Uma yelled to get everyone’s attention. “Change to your real forms and tell me who you are.”

There was a snap and a dizzying blast of pink smoke which when cleared, revealed Jay in his normal athletic gear, a boy and a girl that must have been from Agrabah considering how they shared Jay’s skin tone, the boy looked familiar but Uma couldn’t place him at all, and an Atlantean girl that also looked vaguely familiar but not really.

“You already know Jay,” The Agrabahian girl said, “I’m Jordan, the daughter of Genie. That’s Aziz, prince of Agrabah, that’s Calix, son of Circe and Ranavan, no Ranana-” “Ranavalalona” The Atlantean finished.

“Yeah, that’s Lala. She’s Queen La’s daughter.”

Uma inhaled deeply, digesting all the new information. It was certainly not the usual suspects and with that came a new challenge of figuring out how to work with these new personalities, and use them to her advantage.

Calix and Ranavalalona would be difficult to manage since they were Vks. They would already be wary and alert for any potential betrayal. The Auradonians, easy. So naive to the ways of real life and full of gullibility like Ben. Or at least shallow and easily distractible. Plus one was a genie, the most powerful and most distractible magical creatures in the realm. Easy.

Jay...well she supposed she could send Harry to deal with him.

“Great to meet all of you. Now, what is your plan?” “Our plan is reconnaissance.” Jordan explained, “We already closed most of the holes in the barrier so-” “-So people like you can’t escape.” Jay added which earned him an annoyed eye roll from Uma and a glare from Gil.

“-Sooo all that’s left is to find out the inner workings of the Coven and used that to defeat them.” Jordan finished.

“What about reinforcements. You don’t really think just the five of you could defeat the Coven of 13. We need followers. A crew.” Uma said, thinking of her own pirate crew. Once she had thought she was better off working solo like so many Vks on the Isle.

But that was before she found her crew. In a fight, they were able to work together, almost as if they were an extension of each other and it soon bled into their personal relationships.

It had been hard at first for Uma to admit it, but she had come to trust her crew for more than just loyal gang members, but as individuals who would have her back because they cared for her...and she cared for them despite the risks that come with doing that.

Rather than becoming weaker by caring for them, it made them stronger, channeling their unity and rage against a world that didn’t want them to make them all stronger.

Jordan seriously considered her words for a moment, and Uma instinctively tensed waiting for the other shoe to drop, just knowing her idea was going to be rejected.

“She has a good point. We’ll need backup but who? Everyone is afraid of the Coven here.”

“Yes, but they also have tons of enemies. And the enemy of our enemy is our friend.” Aziz pointed out.

“Yeah we can get the Aladdin haters club against Jafar, Nasira and Mozonroth.” Gil suggested.

Uma looked at Gil with amazement, and gave him an impulsive hug. The others stared with obvious confusion.

“The what-club?” Aziz asked.

“There’s a club of all the villains that your dad fought. They hate him and meet every month to complain and rant.” Gil explained, “There’s also one against Ariel, and Hercules, and Tarzan, and Kuzco..”

“Oh yeah,” Jay chuckled to himself, “I remember that. My dad took me to almost all those meetings when I was a kid. But then he fought with my aunt so we didn’t go anymore.”

“Same thing happen to me. After my mom tried to kill my dad and then tried to hook up with Clayton and started fighting with Sabor, the Tarzan-hating meetings just stopped.” Ranavalalona commented.

“There’s an Aladdin-hating club.” Jordan repeated. “Hurts doesn’t it. Almost as much as how all of Auradon hates us.” Uma said with a wan smile.

“Okay..” Calix cut in with a nervous laugh, “That actually sounds like a great idea. I mean villains have such big egos. I bet that-that was it Abis Mal that fought your dad? Yeah, Abis Mal. He probably hates that Jafar and Nasira and the others are in the Coven being all powerful while he’s still a loser. And I bet we can even play off Nasira against Jafar. Same with Morgana, she’s still nothing while Ursula is on the Coven.

“Now that I think of it, I’m kinda surprised that they managed to stay together this long without backstabbing.”

“Well, they have a pretty good common cause. Going against the so-called heroes who are making us live in this prison.” Uma muttered giving them a knowing look and got glares in return.

Sure, they could deny it to themselves all they like, but she was going to tear their rose-colored world apart.

“First we should have some ground rules.” Calix said, clearly trying to smooth over the visible tension, “No mentions of each other’s parents and how they hate each other. We’re all here to fight the Coven, and let’s face it, we’re all here because of ulterior motives be it noble save the world or personal gain so can we just agree to be efficient and civil.”

Uma liked this guy. He wasn’t like Ben with his sunshiny attitude and optimism. He knew they were never going to be friends and he wasn’t going to force them thankfully. It always sped things up when she didn’t have to play nice or waste energy arguing with stubborn, self-absorbed people like Mal.

“Wow, you sound so mature, Cal.” Jordan nudged his shoulder, “And so right. So let’s begin right now. There’s 7 of us which is way too many to sneak into the castle.”

“Exactly. Gil, you head back to the crew and tell them what’s happening and to start scouting people. I’ll have a proper meeting with everyone at midnight. Everyone should be there” Uma ordered the blonde haired boy who eagerly broke out into a run.

Jordan cut a stare at Uma’s brazen takeover of the plan but she paid it no mind.

Uma found it obvious that the genie girl had no idea what she was doing, and by the slow way she drew her sentences, she guessed she was making up her plans as she went along.

It would be so simple to just take control of the entire operation right now and make them see she was the true captain, but she also knew the importance of patience. She had been patiently waiting for her time to take over the Isle once Mal left, and patient while she stayed alone in Atlantica. This was another waiting game. She’ll allow them to think they were in charge but once the tide turned, she would take what was hers.

Victory over the Coven.

Recognition that she, not Mal, was the baddest of the bad and the one who cared about the Isle’s citizens despite what all Mal’s fancy poster propaganda said.

She would finally be free from this prison, and from everyone’s limiting shadows.

“Aziz, you and Lala will go scout specifically for all those hero hating clubs. Jay, Calix, Uma and I will sneak infiltrate the Coven as servants and see what they are up to.” Jordan said.

“We’ll reconvene before midnight.” Uma finished, “Let’s head straight for the castle.”

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brevoorthistoryofcomics · 7 years

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I didn’t purchase this Treasury Edition at one of my regular comic book haunts, but rather at a department store, likely the now-long-gone Two Guys store my family regularly frequented. And almost certainly, I got it because it was about the only comic book they had in the place, as I wasn’t a huge fan of SUPERBOY AND THE LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES at this point. As I’ve mentioned before, as edited by Murray Boltinoff, S&LSH felt “wrong” to me, in the same way that Murray’s other titles did. They didn’t operate by the same unspoken rules as the super hero books I preferred (mainly the Julie Schwartz stable.) But as with the Adult Legion story I had read earlier, this Treasury’s reprints of Legion stories of the past was more to my liking.

What a great opening splash page by Curt Swan and the not-always-beloved Jack Abel. This Treasury reprinted one of the most seminal Legion stories of all--the two-parter that introduced Mordru, one of the Legion’s most recurring enemies. The still-young Jim Shooter wrote this tale, but at this point he’d been doing the Legion series for a while, and his skill and confidence had grown during that period. It’s a pretty great mash-up of Marvel-style soap opera dramatics with the colorfulness and semi-silliness of the Silver Age DC line. And if I’m not mistaken, it’s the story Mark Waid points to as his own personal lodestone as a writer.

The story wastes no time in getting going, opening with four legionnaires--Superboy, Mon-El, Duo Damsel and Shadow Lass--on the run, hastening to make their escape in the Time Cube to Superboy’s native 20th century. In flashback, we learn about Mordru, how he was the most powerful and unstoppable foe the Legion ever tackled and how Superboy and Mon-El eventually trapped him inside an airless vault. But Shadow Lass winds up leaking some air into the vault which is now stored deep within Legion HQ, and Mordru bursts free and trashes the team and the headquarters both. So overmatched are the four remaining Legionnaires that their only hope is to flee into the past where they can hide and plan their next move.

The Legionnaires are forced to adopt Clark Kent-style secret identities among the citizens of Smallville. But Mordru follows them through time, and is magics seek them out--turning all of the people of Smallville into sentries, on guard for any sign of the Legion. Shooter takes time out amongst all this drama for moments of characterization, such as Duo Damsel’s jealousy of Shadow Lass here. This is maybe the first time that the intrinsic strangeness of heroes from the 30th Century teaming up with Superboy is at all played with. As Duo Damsel reflects, it’s already history to her who Superboy will eventually marry (and, for that matter, how he will eventually die--a creepy thought that doesn’t get looked at as much.)

Anyway, the cat-and-mouse game continues as the Legion attempts to maintain its charade of being simple 20th Century folks and not give themselves away to Mordru. But with Superboy in hiding, it’s open season on Smallville among the underworld, and soon gangster “King” Carter moves in on the town. The Legion can’t take him on directly without revealing themselves, so instead they’re forced to fight a guerrilla war against Carter’s goons, eventually organizing and rallying the citizenry of Smallville to rise up and overthrow their oppressor.

In the aftermath, the Legionnaires realize that the lesson they taught to Smallville--that the people can’t run from their troubles, but must turn and confront them--applies to them as well. And so they make preparations to return to the 30th Century to face Mordru. But they’re too late! Lana Lang has already seen them in their Legion guises, and as she’s been enchanted as one of Mordru’s sentries, it’s only minutes before the massive sorcerer appears, ready to wipe out the Legion. And that’s the end of Part One.

After a few features, we dive right into Chapter Two. Battered by Mordru’s magic and demoralized by his statements that he’s already wiped out the rest of the Legion, the heroic foursome makes a desperate escape by tunneling through the Earth. They race back to the Kent home and Superboy’s hidden lab, where they go for one further longshot gambit--they hypnotize themselves into forgetting their true identities, hoping this will confuse Mordru and allow them to elude him once again.

Mordru is indeed mystified by the Legion’s deception, but he won’t give up so easily. First, he summons his armies from the future, then he seals Smallville off from the rest of the world, ripping it from the Earth and causing it to soar high into the sky. His shock troops conduct frightening door-to-door searches for the Legionnaires, terrorizing the people of Smallville but turning up nothing. The situation grows more dire by the second, and these sequences recall the occupation of France by the invading Nazi army. But the Legion can’t fight back even if it wanted to, as they have no memory of their true identities.

But one person who does know is Pete Ross, Superboy’s friend who discovered his secret and kept it safe ever since, unbeknownst to Clark. But now, the situation is too grave. He recruits Lana Lang and has her don the ring that gives her the powers of Insect Queen. Then, the two Legion reservists abduct Clark Kent and illustrate to him that he is really Superboy by attempting to cut his hair. With his memory restored and reinforcements in the way of Lana and Pete, Superboy returns his friends’ memories to them and prepares for a final push against Mordru.

But it’s a vain effort, as Mordru defeats the team handily. For his own amusement he puts them on trial before a jury of the deadliest criminals of the 30th Century. Pete Ross does his best as their defense attorney, but to no one’s surprise the Legion is found guilty of crimes against Mordru. The evil Wraithor proposes trapping them in a similar vault to the one that imprisoned Mordru for all those years and burying them alive--a plan the big guy goes for. But Wraithor is disgruntled--Mordru defeated him and stole his power previously, so he’s secretly looking to aid the heroes, and builds their jail to be easy for them to escape.

Learning of Wraithor’s treachery, Mordru incinerates him, and then with a gesture removes the Legion’s powers--they will be next. But Mordru becomes a little too excited, uses too much power, and succeeds in bringing the whole subterranean base down on him, entombing him once more and saving the Legion. In the wrap-up, Superboy removes Lana’s knowledge of his true identity, but Mon-El prevents him from doing the same to Pete Ross, instead making Superboy forget that Pete knows who he is, as history says that one day Pete will save Superman’s life because of that knowledge. And returning to the future, the team finds their comrades and their headquarters intact, its destruction at the hands of Mordru a clever ruse combining the powers of the White Witch and Princess Projectra. (Nobody asks what the other Legionnaires have been doing all these weeks while Mordru has been stalking them cross time and space. But I’m sure it was important!) This was a pretty intense tale, especially for the DC books of this era, as the Legion is on the ropes from the very start, and don’t really succeed in doing anything to even slow Mordru down through the course of the adventure, triumphing at the end due to the villain’s own hubris. But it’s this very sense of desperation and urgency that makes this such a potent story. And the Legion members have ample opportunity to show off their bravery in small ways, even if they are completely overmatched right up to the final page. All in all, a great two-part tale.

#Superboy #Legion of Super-Heroes #JIm Shooter #Curt Swan #Jack Abel #Mordru #Insect Queen #Pete Ross #DC

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In Light of Recent Events Regarding Magneto and HYDRA

So, apparently, as I’ve recently heard, in the new Secret Empire series of comic books, Magneto, a villain well-known to be Jewish, is apparently siding with HYDRA in this event. Now, normally, I would be pretty pissed off about this, and, truth be told, until more information comes out (though, I doubt that will change anything, I still think that without a good explanation, this is pretty stupid. However, on the other hand, as some of you may know, I’ve actually grown pretty sick and tired over the whole “everyone I don’t like and I disagree with is a Nazi/Nazi sympathizer” (this doesn’t mean I condone or like Nazis, it just means that I don’t like hysteria), so I’ve started to try to practice not reacting to every single thing by becoming hysterical, and I just wanted to state my thoughts on this and give a somewhat quick history of HYDRA’s in-universe backstory for both the movies and the comics, and why there’s more to it than it just being a “Nazi/Neo-Nazi organization”. I hope you all don’t mind my commentary (also, just to let you know, I also learned about this stuff from other articles and research, and I do sort of paraphrase in places, but these are still my own thoughts).

First off, I’m going to cover the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s version of HYDRA first, because that will take less time to explain than the long, convoluted history of it’s comic book counterpart. When they first appeared in the MCU, they were indeed once a part of the Third Reich’s advanced science branch, and received funding from them. However, the Red Skull recognized that in order to extend HYDRA’s influence and power, he and the organization would have to cut ties to Hitler and Nazi Germany (and in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment, despite being a Nazi himself and adopting most of the Third Reich’s Social Darwinist theories into HYDRA, even the Red Skull kind of thought that Hitler’s “master race” theory was full of shit), and so, after acquiring the Tesseract/Cosmic Cube, Red Skull and HYDRA went rogue and planned to overthrow and betray Nazi Germany once the Allies had lost, and it’s quite possible they would be even worse than Hitler and his goons were if they got their way.

After the Red Skull’s defeat and the fall of Nazi Germany, however, HYDRA seemed to transcend their Nazi roots, though they still retained their totalitarian and authoritarian goals with the belief that humanity could not be trusted with it’s own freedom and must be subjugated for it’s own good. When looking back on the events of the war, Armin Zola concluded the whole “German master race” thing didn’t really work and also concluded Hitler’s methods were pretty dumb and inefficient, even for HYDRA’s standards. Though they gave up working for the Nazis after their fall, they did manage to extend HYDRA’s reach into the Soviet Union (something that would’ve been impossible if they remained full-on Nazis and all of the Nazis beliefs), and, secretly, into the U.S. and SHEILD. As I said before, the HYDRA in the MCU’s present-day doesn’t seem to care that much about what your genetics say or if you have “Aryan” ancestry, and is more focused on just world domination. Hell, they move away even further from them originally being just Nazis, when it’s revealed in Agents of SHIELD that the MCU version of HYDRA has roots that actually extend back centuries and to alien influence, and that the original Nazi organization was just the latest incarnation of the group, similar to it is in the comics.

Speaking of which, it’s about time I summed up the long history of HYDRA from the original comics, and I’ll start off with when it was first created in real life. HYDRA was originally created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby back in 1965, and first appeared in Strange Tales #135 (August 1965). While their inspirations from the Nazis was pretty blatantly evident in their early appearances (with them being under the leadership of guys who worked for the Nazi Party, Baron von Strucker and Johann Schmidt, the Red Skull), as various writers delved in their history and backstory Nazi connection sort of started to dwindle and become more vague until, even in early stories, the current incarnation of HYDRA was revealed as an organization which had roots in Imperial Japan. True, they worked alongside the Nazis during WWII, but they’ve always sort of had their own agenda. Their last remaining connection to outright Nazism, Baron von Strucker, was even shown to be a fugitive who allied his version of HYDRA with Germany's Third Reich in a grab for power before betraying them. Fleeing with the Red Skull, Strucker quickly abandoned Schmidt to join forces with a Japanese criminal organization also using the HYDRA name, because even he thought Red Skull was a monster. Though Strucker remained a constant part of Hydra until recent years, his ideology became less about Aryan supremacy and more about his own thirst for power. Later stories further retconned and clarified Strucker’s origins and motivations, placing him as the head of Hydra locked in a war with S.H.I.E.L.D. and other super-spy groups. The elements of totalitarianism, authoritarianism, and fascism still remained at Hydra’s core, but it sort of really wasn’t driven by white supremacy and racial hatred that much anymore.

But Hydra as a Japanese crime syndicate isn’t where the organization’s story begins, because in recent additions to HYDRA’s backstory, it turns out the group’s history spans over millions of years, including the Third Dynasty of Egypt, and has alien origins. According to Jonathan Hickman's S.H.I.E.L.D. mini-series, which explored the secret history of the Marvel Universe (for better or worse), Hydra’s roots go back to before humans evolved, when a Before the evolution of mankind, a cabal of immortal hooded reptilian aliens came to Earth, planning to start a legacy of evil (it’s comic books, just roll with it). Millions of years later, they corrupted an Asian secret society of geniuses known as the Brotherhood of the Spear. They were opposed by a group called “The Order of the Shield” (get it, SHIELD?). Over the centuries, the Order of the Spear grew and changed, eventually becoming HYDRA – an organization that was revived in the early 20th Century in Imperialist Japan with ideals based on world domination inherited from their ancient alien masters. They also included the real life Cathari Sect and the real life Thule Society, which is where the Nazis came into the picture. You see, after the end of World War II, the Nazi sub-group of HYDRA, funded by the Thule Society, was brought into the main HYDRA fold, thus explaining how the likes Baron von Strucker and the Red Skull came to join and lead their ranks.

Currently in comic books, Hydra has splintered into several separate factions , but there are two main groups: one led by Baron Zemo, who has been trying to control what’s left of the old HYDRA, and leading a much more Darwinist version of the secret society based on survival of whomever HYDRA deems the fittest to live (usually its own members) - and one being built from the ground up, led by the Red Skull, who has returned to Nazi beliefs, and, for the first time in modern continuity, has introduced a philosophy of neo-Nazism and white supremacy into HYDRA (a move which I feel was supposed to be “topical” and “relevant”, but comes off as preachy and forced, as well as a move which over-simplified and misrepresented certain issues, something which Marvel has been terribly guilty of over the past few years).

So, to answer, “Is HYDRA a Nazi organization?” Well, the answer is yes, and no. While it is clear that HYDRA’s original real world roots are planted in the idea of neo-Nazi terrorists, for a good portion of their history, they’ve also served the role as your run-of-the-mill supervillain terrorist organization, associating themselves with all kinds of tyrants and criminals throughout history, usually with whatever is considered a threat in real life at the time of when the story is written.

Now, going back to Magneto, do I think it’s a good move for him to join HYDRA? Of course I fucking don’t! Even if they’re not technically a Nazi organization anymore, he’d still hate their guts for associating with the Nazis, and he’d especially hate the like of the Red Skull. However, the important thing to remember is that while Magneto is a Holocaust survivor and a tragic figure, he’s also a character who has sought out the domination and/or extermination of humans several times in the past, as he is meant to show that if we allow ourselves to be consumed with hate and revenge, we end up being no better than the people we hate. Yes, he’s had a couple of changes of heart over the years, but still, it’s important to note that Magneto is no saint, either, even if isn’t as bad as the Red Skull (at least in the 616 universe). Still, I don’t think that Magneto would join HYDRA unless there was a reason, like him getting something out of it (though, I do think he would be wary in case they planned to double cross him), or if he was forced to do it for some reason, or if he was mind controlled, the last of which may possibly be the case (Captain America was basically brainwashed into thinking he’s a HYDRA sleeper agent, so I’m not gonna rule out the possibility of that being the big “twist”). Though, something to note is that the brainwashed Cap is currently planning with Baron Zemo to kill Red Skull and depose him from HYDRA (I take it that Zemo probably doesn’t really like how Red Skull is trying to bring back full-on Nazi ideology into HYDRA, even if they fascist terrorists, at least I assume/head-canon that, because it makes the books a tiny bit more tolerable, but not by much), and that Secret Empire looks like the result of his success in that endeavor, so one of my predictions is a combination of brainwashing to bring Magneto into the group, as well as him being a part of the anti-Red Skull faction.

The one thing I’m shocked at is that I’m probably one of the few people who sees it less as “anti-Semitism” (and believe me, anti-Semitism is a problem, but I don’t looking for it everywhere I see), and more for what it really is; a cheap gimmick made to make people talk about it, even when the story itself hasn’t been released yet. Marvel wants this kind of reaction. They want dozens of articles, blog posts, tweets, and videos fueled by anger and controversy, just like they wanted this reaction from the Hydra!Cap fiasco. If they can’t sell comics by promoting them, then they decide to sell them and get people to talk about them based on controversy. I bet you that when the actual story comes out, it’s gonna end up being one of those things explained away with “it was brainwashing/magic/whatever”. I wasn’t surprised when it turned out to be the case with Hydra!Cap, and I’m not gonna be surprised if that it turns out to be the case with Hydra!Magneto.

I feel the best way to “protest” this is to not give in to this obvious publicity stunt like Marvel wants, and just not talk about and give it no attention when the story actually does come out, and then wait until the dust has settled to talk about. Speaking of which, as i said before, this outrage is sparking before the story even officially comes out or is even finished, and while I did just say that we shouldn’t give attention or make any puff pieces about it until the story arc is over with, I still say we should wait until the actual story comes and we learn everything about it (for better or worse), before critiquing it. When it finally does come out and we a whole lot more about it, then we can complain for (hopefully) good and/or justifiable reasons.

I’m sorry that this was long as shit, because I originally didn’t mean it to be like this long. I just really, really get annoyed when people simplify HYDRA as a “nazi/neo-Nazi organization”, because that just show signs of either not knowing a good amount of comic book history, or showing that you don’t actually read comics. I’m not condoning or “apologizing” for Nazism or white supremacism in any way, it’s just that I’m giant nerd who doesn’t like it when people make glaring mistakes and are ignorant of comic book history. Though, to be fair, it is a common misconception, made by both casual fans and even writers who don’t know comic history (something which they definitely should learn), but it still grind my gears when anyone makes any sort of big mistake regarding comic books (just see the numerous times I had to remind people that Harley Quinn isn’t exactly an innocent, quirky little cinnamon roll, when especially after she blows up children with bombs).

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A Field Guide to Journalism

The Fourth Estate - journalism - is a central pillar for modern democracies now that the internet age is no longer a “flash in the pan,” research tool, or means of communication but instead an entire digital alter-ego for a generation. A means and medium of expression; a boundless, dangerous sea new to human experience whose swift movements change our perception of information. More placid waters no longer entice, the slow-moving panopticon of democracy’s policy-making needs to be translated and emphasized against a torrential flood of amusement.

Start by making a Twitter account. No one uses Facebook for news, only fucking boomers use Facebook. “I use the ‘Book,” some fucking boomer is saying while wearing sandals and flipping a burger on the grill, “it’s how I keep in touch with my grand-kids!” A CNN editor rubs their hands together. That’s what they’ll run with, “the ‘Book is how today’s grandparents stay in touch!”

That’s perfect because CNN/FOX/MSNBC - pick your poison they’re basically the same - are competing for the main demographic of long term coma victims and retirement homes leaving the channel on the TV in the day room. “It’s how I keep in touch with my grand-kids!” is echoing under humming fluorescent light to an audience of failing kidneys, lung cancer, and stroke victims who are staring at each other. Imagine knifing two Vietnamese in a tunnel and forty years later you’re getting abused by your Dominican nurse who steals your pocket change and slaps you when you don’t take pills. People don’t hate boomers because they ran the planet and economy into the fucking dust they hate them because they’re pathetic.

We’re still talking about how to find a good news source so hang on. The generation of unbridled wealth and power fucked up everything they touched and are slackjawed now staring at the desert of reality, either that or Facebook. Your grandson OD’d because he mixed Oxy and Everclear? Hit that share button saying you’ve got an angel waiting for you in Heaven. People shit themselves when they mix like that. Imagine an Angel in its gown with shit running down its leg. CNN doing 24/7 coverage of Zuckerberg during the Cambridge Analytica trial in Senate with a well-hidden earbud. Now look concerned. No, little more deeply concerned, avoid some eye contact and unfocus your eyes while staring at the ground. Okay, now start to look determined. Look at the Senate - do not smile - look at each Senator in turn and tell them you are taking action to prevent fake news from spreading on your platform.

Zuckerberg is taking classes on how to look more human/relatable, catastrophically failing. We had to get a remote operator with a Berkeley M.S. in psychology to feed him cues. The dude cannot understand how to express emotion. It’s crazy. We tried showing him shock footage and he got a hard-on. A full blown mast watching a guy get beat to death with bricks.

Zuckerberg cannot convey basic human emotion and gets a boner knowing he employs vast amounts of people whose only job is to screen “offensive content” on Instagram and Facebook. Contractors in Phoenix, Arizona, some in Hollywood, Florida and Austin, Texas who are paying rent watching cartel executions and child porn. Automated systems immediately flag undistorted footage so the uploaders distort it or create new footage. If you’re reading this and waiting to hear about modern journalism then so is a contractor now watching the same footage of someone get their head beat in.

At the Phoenix branch of Facebook, Inc, they have a sign for “Days Since We Saw the Funkytown Execution Video” that never goes to 1. Some ingenious motherfucker will reverse the video or overlay it into an anime AMV and upload to Instagram while tagging every “social influencer” he can. I spoke to him once, he told me the most popular was “Redbone but you’re Mexican” where the Funkytown song in the background as they hack a man’s hands off while injecting him with methamphetamine so he can’t pass out so his stumps try to touch his face while some cartel goon peels the skin off his head is instead replaced by the muffled sound of “Redbone” by Childish Gambino.

Facebook is breeding an ingenious mutt race of some very efficient serial killers, conspiracy theorists, but mostly of people who will claim PTSD and join lawsuits against the Zuck so they can claim peanuts while the tort lawyers bring half a billion home and masturbate on Twitter that they have taken a major stand against a worldwide corporation that they use to try to talk to their grand-kids. No one who is a lawyer or social media influence or Mark Zuckerberg has a soul so they sleep pretty well.

Now, back to Twitter. You may have an account already. Undergo basic SMS verification if not and follow @MaggieNYT.

Don’t read any article she posts or retweets. It’s all the same beltway circlejerk anyways. You, as an elite member of an inner circle, are there for the comments. Most of @MaggieNYT’s followers are caught in a hate cycle of following her and insulting her in comments. You enabled Trump, they shout. Yeah, a liberal Brooklyn Jew is the reason why Donald Trump was elected. The ADL is legislating for hate crime laws protecting Jewish public figures and important journalists, whose Venn diagram is a circle.

Full disclosure: I’m saying this as a Jew. I’m attempting to define how to find #GOODNEWS in a world of #FAKENEWS which is fatally important in order to preserve our democracy. This is an important conversation we must undertake in light of historic persecution of my race. No one likes Haberman but she #PERSISTS despite being a punching bag.

@MaggieNYT’s Twitter is single-handedly the cause for a significant rise in anti-Semitism. You show an average person Henry Kissinger enthusiastically masturbating to child porn while authorizing the overthrow of democracies and the sale of weapons to fascist governments then lock them in a room where their only content is @MaggieNYT’s tweets and see which one wants 2020 to look like 1940 quicker.

The good news is that journalism is being rapidly overtaken by Markov-bots which dissect the salient #BUZZWORDS and generates a publishable text. That’s the future of journalism. Not just Markov chains of seemingly deep insight but they’ll innovate by having attractive women half-naked and bleach blonde narrating the whole thing. That’s the future. Naked News is already a thing, God bless, but pretty soon the whole world will look like Twitter. Nude women talking about viral pandemics and religious insurrection while they lightly press a vibrator between their legs and wink at the camera.

Are you upset by this future? You live in it, but it’s okay to have your opinion. We’ll have a body dysphoric person as part of the Markov chain designed to make you feel better. You can watch a larger women masturbate while she tells you that Hubei is a ghost town. Or a trans-woman, a white/black/latino male, a Muslim. That is how you distinguish #REALNEWS from #FAKENEWS. Maggie has little chance in the oncoming environment which relies on a degree of sex appeal and brevity. Most of her readers are actively imagining how good her lipstick would look on a curb.

It would be a shame if someone activated a ***** **** {redacted} in New York or Los Angeles or Palo Alto. The land would be uninhabitable for a decade at least. You would see a vast steppe land of disintegrating buildings and corpses. How terrible if someone found how easy it was to make […] {redacted, jfc get on track, we’re talking about modern journalism}.

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Guddu stormed in her father's house all upset & ignoring all questions went straight to her room. Meanwhile AJ calls chutki to ensure if Guddu is there or not as she has turned off her phone & she reacted very weirdly to him. & Chutki assures him she is here but mood is too off & hence not answering anything to anyone but tells him not to worry, she will be hopefully all right within few hours. Meanwhile Kaushalya started her taunting regarding Guddu to Bhushan & he just sat all stressed resting his head on his hand. But Chutki decided to check on Guddu abit later. Guddu kept thinking on what happened. It has been a month she shifted to hostel for exam month. It was AJ's decision as he felt she was being too distracted in Jindal Bhavan chit chatting with Dadi, kathoor, bahus & was not concentrating on her studies but she can't be that laid back during exams.So he announced his decision to send her to hall for a month to which Dadi strongly protested but he gave no ears to her & to this Durga even supported him & somehow managed to convince Dadi. & Guddu clamed down Dadi by assuring her that she will be all right on this as she knows she can't overthrow this decision of AJ's. But there was something else pricking her other than missing everyone with this which she couldn't understand. While in hostel, as AJ had thought, she had all her concentrations dedicated to her studies. Though dadi had somehow agreed to her staying in hostel, but she put a strict instruction as for her all the 3 times meals must be delivered from home & for any other snack, she must order from Jindal restaurant only. & rightly so as the hostel food was such that anyone can fell easily sick. Even the rest of hostel mates usually eat outside. So everyday, her Breakfast, Launch & Dinner used to come from Jindal bhavaan via drivers. Somedays Dadi herself used to come with the breakfast as she would develop the desire to see her gurdiya from time to time. But, the Dinner always used to be delivered by AJ everyday in a way to make up for the tough decision he imposed on her. They used to do their dinner together in his suv parked front of her hostel. This way he used to keep a check on her studies & preparations too. Also solve any type of difficulties she faces. Though the hostel had restriction on girls going outside after 8pm but AJ had special permission from college authorities which gave him no restriction on meeting Guddu. Though his a constant uncle like behavior of keeping tab of her studies irritated her, but she cherished the moments they used to share in his car with AJ listening patiently to all her non-stop blabbering till its too late around 11 pm when he had to remind her to go to sleep. & she used to silently leave while pouting. But since she has shifted in hostel for some reason she has got more sensitive to AJ. His words, his behavior, his gestures towards her has started to impact her considerably more than before. His strict uncle like scolding which she used to ignore before, now pricks her & angers her at times to the extend of being teary when she feels she hates him the most in the world. But at the same time his small gestures of appreciations make her heart swell. She keeps waiting the whole day for dinner time when AJ comes. But she can't understand the reasons behind these changes. She misses all but why this very relevant change is regarding AJ only. Today she was very happy as today was last paper & today only she is going back to Jindal bhavaan. So after finishing the paper when she was on the way to hostel to gather her stuffs, her way was blocked by a nerdy looking guy wearing very loose T-shirt. Guddu for a moment was shocked & for some weird reasons she was finding him very repelling & a very strange smell was coming from him. He introduced himself as a dropper & needs to clear a doubt as the next batch of paper that he has to appear starts within 25 min & everyone else is busy in lunch. Guddu reluctantly agrees to help but he convinces her to come aside under the shadow of the nearby tree as he is unable to see what she is writing due to too bright sun. As soon as they reach there within no time, the guy grabs her hand and pricks her with a needle. Guddu realizing the blunder, gives him a kick , bites his hand & manages to run away. The hostel was just 10 min. away while she was running but she was loosing consciousness & getting weak. While the guy was following & was only about 7 feet away. Then her sight started blurring & all turned blank, her knees gave up & she felt a slight touch of the creep on her bare arm. But the next second she felt engulfed by the familiar pairs of strong muscular arms & heard sound of the creep's scream before losing consciousness. Next woke up in college medical, & heard the doctor "she is all fine now & can go home". Saying this the doctor left, & she sat up to face a very angry AJ. & before she could open her mouth, he blasted her with lectures on why did she even go near him as he was so evidently smelling of drugs, how she hasn't learn to judge people yet,etc etc.Today his words were pricking her like arrows more than before & she was feeling very angry about it. How dare he lectures her in this way while her shifting in the hostel was completely his decision. First he himself sent her away from his home & now he is lecturing her on how disappointed he is with her. But she was getting angry as for some weird reason, her tears have started to flow which is so unlike her especially when he gives those 'haq jataoing' lectures. She was feeling like hating him. So she decided she had have enough & told him straight while trying to control her crying, " Baas ! bohot ho chuka..." to which AJ stopped & was taken back by this sudden outburst along with seeing her in tears, a sight he can't bear. She continued, " ...humein aur nahin sunna, aur na hi hum aapke saath jayenge ". Saying that she stormed off the medical while AJ stood confused & dumb folded as before too he has scolded her numerous times but she has never reacted like this. When entering this house she was still angry but now lying in her bed in her old room she is feeling regretful of her behavior with AJ. As his lecture was for her own good. She did feel repelled by that guy & that weird smell then why didn't she act upon her instinct. & most importantly why did she react to AJ like that ? & now she is missing him. It was evening when Guddu was lost in her thought, Chutki comes inside room & sees Guddu lying on bed with her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Chutki :- humm ! toh kyu pareshan kar rakha hai jiju ko ? Guddu :- Hume toh lagta hai humne sabko pareshan kar rakha hai... Khudko bhi. Chutki :- di ! aap kehna kya chahti ho ? Guddu :- kya hum bohot bure hai ? Chutki :- Nahin itni bhi nahin... Guddu :- kya humme logokon ko parak ne ki samaj nahin ? Chutki :- samaj toh acchi bhali hai aapme di, aur kuch mamlon mein toh apni umer se bhi zyada...magar jab aapko gussa aa jata hai na, wahan apki maat mari jati hai ! ...Aur tab accha, bura kuch nazar nahin aata apko. Guddu :- abb toh hume khud per bhi atbaar nahin raha...Ki jinhe hum accha samajte hai, woh acche hai ya nahin, ya jinhe bure samajte hai, woh wakai bure hai ya nahin ... Chutki :- yeh toh bohot simple hai, jo acche honge, woh dil ko bhi acche lagenge, aur jo dil ko na bhaye samajle woh bure hi honge. *hearing that, Guddu lifts up her head from pillow & sits* Guddu :- aur agar dil dhoka de raha ho toh... *chutki smiles slightly as she now understood where this is going* Chutki :- nahin dil humesha sachaa hota hai aur akkal juti... galatfemiyan humesha dimag ko hoti hai, dil ko nahin. Guddu :- kya dil kissi ke liye nafrat aur mohabbat ek saath pal sakta hai ? Chutki :- sawal hi paida nahin hota...jab mohabbat kisi ke dil mein jaga bana leti hai na, toh nafrat ko kick maarke bahar nikal deti hai. Guddu :- aur kaise baata chale ki mohabbat dil mein jaga bana rahi hai ? *while Chutki is now smiling widely, Guddu's restlessness seems to be increasing with each query* Chutki :- Kya hogaya hai aapko di ? test le rahi hai aap meri ? aap hi se toh seekha hai sab kuch... * Guddu now restless & desperate for answers gets up to sits near Chutki at the side of the bed & grabs her hand* Guddu :- please bata na Chutki...dekh aaj hume aisa lag raha hai ke hum kabhi bade hue hi nahin...humhe kuch patha hi nahin...hume kuch nahin patha...kya sahi, kya galat ... kya karna chaiye...kya nahin...yeh ho kya raha hai ? hume kuch samaj nahi aa raha...hum jante hai, tu humse choti hai per aaj shayed tuhi hume raah dikha sakhe... *Guddu looked at Chutki with pleading eyes & Chutki realized the dilemma that has engulfed her sister.So she took Guddu's hands on hers & held tightly giving a small but assuring smile* Chutki :- Achha apni ankhe band kare, aur meri har baat ka jawab apni dil se maangiye... *Guddu gives her a confused look but Chutki insists so she does* Chutki :- Jab koi app ke liye, bina kisi garz ya talab ke liye, kuch bhi karne ko taiyaar ho... yeh muhabbat hai Flashback:- *AJ tying his hanky on her feet in darga* Guddu waking up on morning after having high fever at night & finding AJ asleep resting just his head on bed,sitting on the floor & holding her hand while still completely dressed up in his formal suite from yesterday *AJ lighting diya & putting flowers on front her mothers portrait* Chutki :- Jab koi apni barsaat se bardke aapko khusiyaan dena chahe...saare ghaam uthake, phir bhi aapko muskurata dekhna chahe... yeh muhabbat hai Flashback:- *Guddu coming out of collage after finishing her paper & finding AJ sleeping on his car in as he was awake the whole night outside her hostel helping her revise after being busy the whole day in restaurant* Chutki :- Jab aap kisi ke saat bura kare, aur aapka dil khud aapko lanat malamat karne lage...toh samjho yeh muhabbat hai Flashback:- *AJ getting beaten by Dutta's goons* AJ's grief sicken face after Antra's portrait got stolen* Chutki :- Jab har taraf andhera mehsus ho raha ho aur ek, sirf ek shaks ka tasawar, roshni ki kiran ki tarah jagmagaye...toh yeh muhabbat haai Flashback:-* AJ stepping in to save the diya on her hand during diwali pooja* AJ putting all her galti wali chits on fire* Chutki :- Aur jab koi band aakhon se hi nazar aane lage... phir toh yeh wakai muhabbat hai Flashback ;-* cake smashing on AJ's face* marriage proposal* AJ pulling her in announcement party* pool scene* engagement* AJ putting dupatta on her on mehendi night while saving her from goons* haldi* wedding* KC* diya making* darga sequence * both tying threat together in darga* Finally Guddu opened her eyes & tears of realization started escaping silently. While she was drawn in this realization, Chutki seeing her state decided to move out silently, giving her time to let it sink in. A smile appeared in Guddu's face as her tears changed to those of happiness as she realized that, she was in love with AJ. She finally got her answers. She felt the urgency to see AJ at this instant so without thinking about anything, she ran out of the house like wind leaving everyone except Revti shocked who just smiled & shook his head before noticing Guddu's purse on the sofa that she threw while entering. Meanwhile Guddu reached the ground level, AJ was coming out parking his suv. He stopped when he saw Guddu who without wasting a second ran towards him & embraced him in a hug. AJ felt relieved & at peace in her embrace & hugged her back with equal intensity. Witnessing this scene from the entrance of the building were Bhushan & Revti who have come to give Guddu's purse behind her. Both of them looked away & Bhushan shaking his head tells Revti, " jaa in bewakoofon ko andar leaa, na ladne ka salika na muhabbat ka tareeka...ahmaak kahinke ! " & left the scene. While Revti just rolled her eyes as now she has been assigned the task of disturbing the love birds. Then looked at the beautiful sight & decided to delay for 2 minutes atleast. Writer: CaptainPlus

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