#white wold fanfiction

[gaygayaurel]

i prefer hexer 2002 to netflix witcher not in "waaaaa they made it woke i am so mad!!!!!" but in "its worse but its acidentally so yaoi and not miserable" way

#people who say its most accurate are smoking weed tho #me when geralt was friends with white wold foing his morhen trials #also its just charming. i can forgive it being written on budget of three chuck e cheeze tokens because i can feel the heart somewhere #still awful abt women too #the witcher #rants ill delete in 2 days #MY incoherent gerjaskier fanfiction that became a tv show. i guess

[littlestpersimmon]

it feels super disingenuous when ppl say YA is good bc it "treats poc and women good" .... those things don't make a good book, & also so many books have always depicted nuanced women characters and characters of color with respect eitherway. Let's not pretend ya invented # representation.

The way YA is marketed (and written) is just bizarre. It treats real actual demographics of people like cash cows. It profits off of diversity, it values tropes and marginalization more than actual substance, it mimics the way fanfiction functions but it's not as impactful because fanfic depends on an already established wold, you already care about these characters so that's why "found family" and "the same story but they're gay this time" works for fanfic.

In tradpub YA you get stories marketed like "the Iliad but they're women" or "this but theyre poc" which isn't problematic but it is derivative because it presents itself as only worthy of being read because it uses real marginalized human beings as selling points instead of writing about something you actually believe in. This is why you get stories centered by poc written by white people while the industry still exploits creatives from the global south, you'll get YA scifi authors who write about dystopias lead an nft ring that scams impressionable people, you'll read YA fantasy books that are, literally very shallow and insincere about societal issues because there is no nuance to it. It is literally the book version of buying a shirt at forever 21 that says "women are allowed to exist" which is harsh, but this truly is just the state of art under capitalism now. You don't get summaries on the back of tightly wrapped plastic books that you can't open, that's how you get agents on Twitter, "this story x this story but they're gay", it's the entire foundation of booktok, entire stories condensed into tropes because it can be condensed as such, because there's not much more to it. This isn't a post that's like "YA bad", my entire point is that under the American publishing industry, YA in tradpub is stagnating. It's crazy how people saw marginalized people want more stories to be told about themselves, and took that as something to be profited upon, like you take a very impressionable target audience (teenagers) whove been fostered by Online to want to achieve an impossible standard of goodness and purity and be like "read these to prove you're Not A Racist or A Mysoginist" instead of "read these for your own pleasure and to develop your own ideals." Like it's all so hollow. It makes the all-permeating, all-consuming, self consuming might of capitalism even more apparent.

Read more indie books for the love of G-d.

[thehalfworld]

Fanfic MST: ITS MY LIFE!, a Portal fanfic [part 12]

Oh yes, friends, it’s back! It’s been entirely too long (two years too long, to be exact) and I hope you’re all ready for some more vaguely Portal-flavored nonsense. 

No real warnings for this chapter, just typical MarissaTheWriter ridiculousness. And canon character death, maybe, depending on whether or not you take the events of this chapter at face value (and, if I remember this story correctly, you probably shouldn’t).

Recap: Chell and GLaDOS have fused into one entity, P-body is pregnant, and Marissa for some reason decided that Rattman is the only one who can prevent disaster even though dude is strictly a non-action guy. She located him and now the two of them are planning on taking down the Chell/GLaDOS fusion.

Chapter 1

Previous chapter

AN YOU GUYSARE ALL SO WEIRD! YOU WERE GIVIN ME GOOD REVIEWS THEN YOU SAY IM A TROLL AN THAT YUR GONNA KILL ME AN PUT SALT IN MY THINGS? 

That is pretty weird, yeah. 

(I’m not even sure what she’s referencing. Maybe a play on “assault”?)

IF IT WERENT FOR THE PEPOLE HOO REALLY LICK MY STORY LIKE THE BUZINESS GUY AN SEPHRAL AN CAT NOT BOUNCY ID STOP IT RITE NOW!

I dunno who Sephral is, but “the buziness guy” is user ASBusinessMagnet (later a recurring character in MarissaTheWriter’s stories; I’m pretty sure we got married at one point), and “Cat Not Bouncy” is Tumblr user catbountry, who was going by “Not Cat Bountry” on Fanfiction dot net and who did a dramatic reading.

PS - I NO THAT GLADOS IS SPELLED GLADOS I CALLED HER FUSION CHELLGADOS BECOS CHELL ALREADY HAS THE LS AN IT SOUNDED MORE COOLER!

See, I told you she’d explain that. All makes sense now, right? Perfectly logical writing decision.

ITS MY LIFE!

CHAPTER TWELF: THE FINAL BATTLE

Bit of a misnomer, since this is not, in fact, the final chapter.

(Actually, if I remember correctly, MarissaTheWriter may have been writing by the seat of her pants; it’s possible she initially intended this as the True and Honest Final Battle.)

Ratman an I were goin thru the air ducks to get to CHELLGADOSs layer were the final show down wold be. 

Oh my god, she means her lair, not her layer. That literally took me years to figure out. Holy fuck.

Wheatly was growlin an tryin to be scarry becos he didant have weapons so he was lick are cheer leader. 

Considering what happens when Wheatley actually tries to be the bad guy, I think this is preferable.

We intered the layer an saw CHELLGADOS buildin turrents but these ones was speshal becos they cold walk a round an shoot an stuff! 

Hey, I played Portal 2, I saw the turret assembly line. It’s pretty much autonomous. She doesn’t have to build them herself, and honestly I think she’d find it beneath her.

But maybe things have changed since I left the building.

"INTURDER!" One of the turrents called to CHELLGADOS. CHELLGADOS looked at me with all the angry she ever had.

That’s a phenomenal amount of anger. Surprised Marissa didn’t combust on the spot.

"Marrissa Roberts you have interfeared with my plans for the last time becos now I will kill you." 

All right! Time for some murder!

Then she seed Ratman an got more angry. "RATMAN IS A LIFE? NOW YOU WILL BOTH DYE!" 

I doubt she cares about killing Rattman, considering that she didn’t do so before and that he poses basically no threat on his own. Like I said… non-action guy.

CHELLGADOS taked out her portal gun wich was modified to shoot bullets lick a reel gun but cold shoot portals to just in case. 

Okay, but does it really shoot bullets? I ask because the turrets use spring-loaded action in order to fire the entire bullet, which is obviously a hell of a lot less effective despite delivering more bullet per bullet. Explains why Chell can take so many hits without dying.

Point being, there’s no evidence Aperture Science knows how guns are supposed to work.

She fired the portal gun an it hit Ratman with a boom an I thot he was dead for sure.

But Ratman gotted up! 

What? Is he still alive?

"Silly CHELLGADOS you cannt hurt me becos..." He pulled down his pants an I saw that he had replased his man thingys with... the space an rick cores! 

…I know we’re leading up to a “balls of steel” joke, and I shan’t comment on that, but this raises so many goddamn questions. How do you replace your testicles with personality cores? A personality core is a hell of a lot bigger, and heavier, than a human testicle. Also, Space Core is in space, so how did Rattman get ahold of him? Did he shrink the cores somehow? How did this make him immune to bullets? How did he fit two personality cores in his pants? Why did he need to flash everybody?

My brain is hurting over this and I know it’s only in the story because the author wanted to make a stupid pun. Moving the hell on.

"IVE GOT BALLS OF STEEL!" (Thats from a game called Duke Nukum Forever its funny) The space core was still thing he was in space but Rick was mad at been one off Ratmans tentacles. 

One of his tentacles? Are we in a hentai now?

"Well then ill just portal you into space like Wheatly an see how you like it you wont!" CHELLGADOS shooted a nother portal unner Ratmans feet an he was sucked into s space. "No dont you are my dotter Chell!" Ratman yelled as he got sucked in.

Uh… what? How? I thought Marissa and Chell were both Cave and Caroline’s kids in this story. Wasn’t that established several chapters ago?

"OMG HOW?" CHELLGADOS an me said at the same time to gether. "It all storted a long time ago..." Ratman gave us the down lo as he was just barely hanging on to the portal. "I used to work for Gabe Jonson affer he changed his name to Cave in onor of his dead brother. Caroline was got shot as you no Marrissa an was put in a robot body that was called... GLaDOS!" 

Right, we know. How is he hanging on to the portal? Can you do that? I don’t think you can do that.

CHELLGADOS o-mouthed at his shockin words. 

Did she forget she spent the beginning of this story being a goth emo over the revelation that she used to be human? Like… this isn’t news anymore.

"Gabe new he wold have to dotters named Marrissa an Chell but since GLaDOS was a prototip she an Cave coldnt make baby normal way an instead used the artificial enseamanation an grew test toob babys. 

Hey, what the fuck is the “normal way” to have sex with a giant robot? Seriously, please inbox me if you know. It’s for a friend. I swear.

But there was a miksup an my dna got used instead of Gabes for one of the toobs that toob was... CHELL!" Then Rutman coldnt hold on any longer an fell into space an died.

Why did Aperture Science have a sperm sample from Rattman on file? How did they get DNA from Caroline, since her physical human body no longer exists? How does Rattman know about the mixup? Who carried the baby to term? How did two white people birth a woman of color? How did two white people birth a woman of color? I don’t know if I brought this up earlier in the MST, but I am directing that question at every “Chell is Cave and Caroline’s daughter” theorist too. You’re not off the fucking hook.

Then CHELLGADOS started shackin an looked funny. Chell was fightin back a gainst GLaDOSs control! "Marrissa there is not much time left you must kill me to stopped GLaDOS once and four all!" 

Okay, but we know what happens when Marissa kills Chell — thanks to having consumed the “zombie taters,” Chell will just turn into a zombie. You don’t want the most tenacious woman in the world after your brains, but especially not when she’s fused with the most massive collection of wisdom to ever exist, who also hates you.

I o-mouthed becos Chells brane damage was cured so now I coldnt put her out of MISERY lol. 

That’s actually not the concern I expected Marissa to have. She has no problem killing disabled people, but being fused with a homicidal AI who is using your body as her puppet is A-OK, even when the victim is begging for death?

Man, this girl could use some new priorities.

"But I cannt kill you Chell yur my sister there must be a nother way! Chell got sad "Hurry GLaDOS is takin control!" An she started lollin with evil. There was no way I cold kill Chell an then I rembered that GLaDOS used to be Carlion an that made me not want to kill herr neither.

Yeah, and remember how she used to be a well-written and complex character who cannot be reduced to a mere villain and who actually likes Chell so much she keeps writing songs about it?

Sorry, there I go talking about canon again.

"Bloody hell Marrissa shes powerin up!" Wheatly screemed from inside my jump soot an I looked up an saw CHELLGADOS was floatin in air an electric stuff was comin out off her. "THANKS MARRISSA YUO REMINDED ME THAT I USED TO BE CARALIN SO I REMBERED THAT I HAVE POWERS TOO!" 

Hey, uh, what the fuck? 

I o-mouthed, that dumb ingineer forgot to make it so only I gotted the powers! I didant no what to do now an it seemed hope less when a herd a sound. "Hey b**** were heer for backup!" It was... ATLAS AN P-BODY!

Who are they here to back up?

"OMG why are you jersk helpin me?" I asked while o-mouthin from the shock. "Becos CHELLGADOS is half yur sister an we dont lick you so we dont lick Chell neither!" Atlas eksplained. "An I rembered that you gave us the drugs an beer in the first place so if it wasnt for you we woldnt have drugs an beer!" P-Body added an Atlas nodded like yeah! 

I guess that’s reasonable. I, too, feel indebted to those who give me drugs and beer.

We started ti fire are portal guns at CHELLGADOS an the portals combined to make a big portal black hole.

Co-op mode would benefit from the inclusion of this feature, I think.

"OH SH**!" CHELLGADOS screamed as the GLaDOS parts were all sucked out off Chell. 

Should have attached them better, I guess.

Ones all of GLadOS was gone we closed the portal an Chell falled down on the ground. "Chell I safed you!" I rant to my sister an gave her hug. "Marrissa Im sorry, but the damaje from GLaDOS was to much..."

“…not to mention, having my butt sliced off after someone used their powers a little too recklessly…”

An she dyed in my arms. "Nooooo Chell my sister you are died!" I cried soooo much an Whealty cried to becos they was frends even Atlas an P-Body looked kinna sad.

Isn’t Chell gonna turn into a zombie now or are we not doing the zombie stuff anymore? Was that only because she was brain-damaged? This fic is confusing.

I put down Chells body an stand up when there was a clikclak nose be hind me.

Oh no! Not a clikclak nose!

"LOL we tricked you to get yur guard down Marrissa! Now die b****!" An Atlas an P-Body lolled an shot me in head.

I’ve probably mentioned it before, but I love that the author of this mess has no problem writing over-the-top violence but feels the need to censor the word “bitch.”

"Marrissa!" Wheatly screamed an ever thing got really black an I died.

Love the prose.

TO BE CONTINUED?

Yes, indeed, we’re not done with this fic yet!

OH NO MARRISSA IS DIED!

Oh, yes.

CAN WHEATLY SAFE HER?

Well, seeing as she’s dead, I think it may be a bit late for that.

FIND OUT IN THE NEXT ONE PS IM THINKIN OF MAYBE WRITIN A SPINNOFF A BOUT TEEN FORTRESS 2 AN GABE JONSON AN CARALION LIVIN IN PORTAL HIGH SCHOOL WHAT DO YOU GUYS THIN?

She actually did write that spinoff, by the way. I’ll put my MST of it up on this blog at some point.

Next chapter

#itsmylife.mst #fandom:portal #halfworld.mst

[yes-thewriter-world-blog]

HOME ALONE.

Fanfiction Bendy and the ink machine. Home alone 2. Bendy woke to the sound of a black birds singing outside his window; it was a sunny, warm day and he could hear the village children playing outside. He got out of bed and opted his window. He went into the bathroom and stood on his stool so he could reach the sink. He looked at himself for a few moments and wondered why Henry hadn’t woke him up it must have been coming up to 10am. He looked in Henrys room; Henrys bed was much bigger than his. He went down the sated and looked in to living room. Nothing. ‘where is he’ Bendy muttered. He made his way into the kitchen to find…it empty. Bendy noticed a piece of paper on the fridge boor, it was just low enough for him to reach. Sorry little bud, I’ve been called into work for the day there some salad in the fridge for you, I’ll be home at 3pm, love Henry. Bendy frowned at the note and throw it in the bin, he opened the fridge and sore the salad then the strawberry cake, Miss Pip had given them when she came for tea on Sunday. Bendy liked Miss Pip she was old and short and always brought sweet treats when she came over. He was about to pull a chair so he could reach the sweet treat when there was a knock at the boor. Bendy froze it was silent then another knock. ‘maybe its Henry...no he has keys…’ Henry would always tell Bendy not to open the front door when he was gone. It was quite for a few more moments and Bendy began to relax until another knock; he could feel some ink run down his face. He slowly closed the fridge and walked to the front door and looked for the extra keys he found them on the dinner table he put them in the key hole and turned. They clicked and he pulled the door open to see 2 of the village kids there both smiling. “There you are Bendy” the little girl said her voice honey sweet, her blond hair in pig tales and baby pink dress. “we sore Henry leave a couple of hours ago and we though you could want to play with use and the overs” the boy said. He was the oldest out of the 2. Bendy smiled and nodded the two grabbed him and pulled him off to the grope. There where all the over children waiting 7 including Bendy; they all smiled and welcomed him. They were all smiling and started climbing up a tall thin tree and Bendy was about to join them when he noticed a woman on the over side of the road. She had long ginger hair with a light blue ribbon and a white dress going to the knees. She looked over at him, she looked about 25 and was very tall. She looked at him for a moment the smiled. Bendy didn’t know how to react she looked so ‘beautiful’ Bendy just stared for a moment the smiled raising his hand to wave. “Bendy!” One of the kids called down Bendy looked up then bake over the road she was still standing there as though waiting for him. Bendy looked bake up to all the children smiling. “I’ll be right bake!” Bendy yelled as he began walking off, all the kids booed as he made his way over to the woman.  As he got closer he sore her face was covered in freckles and one off her eyes where a rich brown. “Hi” Bendy said as he stopped in front of her. She smiled. “Well you not like anyone I’ve ever seen before.” He vices dripped with honey it was so sweet and smooth. Bendy smiled. “I’m Bendy the” She cut him off. “Dancing Demons.” Bendy eyes grow and she giggled. “I would watch your shows all the time.” Bendy felt a smile come to his face. “Every Sunday morning, I would get up just to see you face on my tv.” She looked down and chuckled. “Oh, I’m sorry my name is Blair.” Bendy smiled and did a little dance; she laughed and when Bendy was done he looked bake up at her to see her cheeks where red. She hid her face behind her hands. “Would you like to come in Bendy I have tea and cake but not much else. It kinds what I live off.” Bendy smiled and followed her up path and into her place.

At the Wold News Station.

Henry made his way into the break room and pored himself a mug of black coffee. A female’s voice caught his attention. “gross!” Henry turned around to see Elizabeth; she had started working at the Wold News Station a few weeks after Henry. She has short black hair and copper skin. She stood there with a smirk on her face and a hand on her hip. “I will never understand how people can brink that it tastes horrible.” She said as she sipped her tea. Henry smiled “really and would you like to tell me how much sugar in that tea” She stood there and narrowed her eyes at him lowering her cup and simply said. “If I told you that then people will start charging me for every spoon” she said before falling into a fit of giggles, Henry joined her.   After a few minutes of the tow trying to cram down they began talking about home life. “So how your dad? If you don’t mind me asking.” He felt a little bad for asking her something so personal but she didn’t seem to be phased. “He is getting better. It’s just hard you know?” Henry didn’t but nodded to help comfort her. “I…I don’t know I guess I just wish he was better. Has a good person and didn’t deserve to get caught in such a horrible thing…”? Henry put his hand on her shoulder and looked her right in the eyes. “No one does but it will be okay Elizabeth, you dads a good man and has people how are there for him and if you every need anything you know where to find me” She smiled and then threw herself at him her eyes dripping. “Thank you, Henry” They stood there for a moment when a loud voice echoed though the hold office drawing everyones attention to them.   “You two get to work, those stories ant going to write themselves” The room filled with laughter as the tow pulled away. They both ran to their desks on poised sides of the office and got back to work.   Back at Queens Rode. Bendy sat at on the red sofa, the room looked alto like Henry well the layout. There were lots of pictures on the walls of people and the walk paper was a light green. Bendy took a sip of the tea and smiled. The tow spent a few hours talking about so many different things. “And this is my family.” She said as she picked up a picture of a group of people. She walked over to Bendy and sat next to him holding the photo so he could see it. Bendy looked even smaller next to her. “This is my mum.” She pointed to a woman with short brown hair. “And these are my brothers. Neil and Conner.” There were two boys they looked a little younger than her. “This is my dad.” Her dad was a very large man. “I know he looks kind of scary and he can be but if he trusts you he can be your best friend.” Bendy looked up to see she was looking at him, she quickly turned away when Bendy sore this and her eyes darted around the room. Then her clocks chimed 3pm Bendy eyes grow and he jumped of the sofa and to the window. Blair followed him. “Henry!” Bendy yelled with joy. Blair looked at the window as the man got out of his car. “Oh, is that him?” Blair asked still looking at him. Bendy nodded “Come on you can meet him now. Bendy took her hand and pulled her through the house and out the front door. Henry was at the front door when he heard Bandy’s voice calling out to him; the man trued around and sore Bendy running over tow him pulling a woman behind him. “Bendy.” Henry said as the toon jumped into his arms. Henry then looked at the woman how was busting herself off. “Bendy how is this?” Henry asked he sounded concerned and bothered by the woman. Bendy jumped out of Henry arms to be picked bake up by Henry. “Bendy go inside.” Henry put the toon down behind him, Bendy stood there for a moment confused. “Henry this is Blair. We hung out well you where at work doing boring stuff.” Henry froze and slowly turned his head round to Bendy. “You what?” Henry didn’t seem very happy. “We hung out and she showed me some photos of her family they look really nice.” “Wait you what!?!” Henry didn’t sound cross just very concerned. “Bendy you what in her house without telling me! No. Without asking me?” Bendy looked up at the man and frowned. “Well yeah but she real nice.” Bendy wasn’t smiling anymore and was ringing his hands. “That doesn’t mean you go off with her Bendy. I mean what if…” Henry stopped himself and took a deep breath. “It my fault.” Henry turned around to see Blair standing there. “I’m sorry, I invited him to my place.” She pointed to the house just sitting across the road. Henry looked away from her then bake to Bendy how was looking at the floor still ringing his hands. Henry looked away from the toon and rubbed his head. “Go inside Bendy.” Bendy looked up at Henry then Blair how smiled giving him a little wave goodbye. Bendy sighed and went inside closing the door behind him. Henry turned around to face Blair. “Please don’t blame him.” Henry locked his eyes on her. “I’m not, I was just worried that he when into a stranger’s house by himself.” A look of guilt was covering her face. “Look I’m sorry I know I probably seem like some cranky guy but there’s a lot you don’t know and.” Henry was cut off by Blair. “I understand. You don’t seem like a bad guy. You’re just trying to protect him.” She stopped and looked at him. “I want to be his friend, I want to be yours.” Henry was a little taken bake. He rubbed the bake of his head and sighed. “Come on in.” She smiled and followed him inside. Bendy must have been in his room because he wasn’t down stairs Henty sat down as did Blair and he told her what had happed, how he had found Bendy and that he now nothing about what had happed in those 30 years but that Bendy still had nightmares and wouldn’t tell him anything. Blair listened intensely as Henry told her everything he know. After about an hour later Bendy came into the room, they both froze and looked at Bendy. Bendy looked at them then into the kitchen. He walked in and filled a cup up with water and then made his way back in. “So are you guys friends.” Bendy said a small smile on his face. They looked at each over in silence. “Yeah, where getting along just fine bud.” Henry said picking the toon up and putting him on his lap. Bendy looked at him then to Blair how smiled and this brought on to Bendy. Bendy sat on Henrys lap sipping his water as the tow spook about work. “So, you sell things?” Bendy butted in. Blair looked at him and smirked. “Yeah, I look for things and buy them then I sell them.” Bendy smiled. After a couple, more hours Blair went home. Henry picked Bendy up and carried him into the kitchen. “Ready for dinner bud?” Bendy nodded with a smile which turned into a frown when Henry pulled out the salad, Henry put it in the middle of the table. Henry smiled and took a fresh slice of tomato and ate it. Bendy did nothing then slowly took a pace of cucumber. They sat there taking a piece of the salad after each over.  End Hope you enjoyed! Don’t forget to follow me on tumbler and patron at Melody Hughes Love you.

#BATIM #bendy and the ink machine #bendy the ink machine slice of life

[winter-freya]

Winters’ Ballad: Growth & Love Ch. 1: Winters’ Wonderland

Welp, this is my first positing fan fiction to tumblr before. This is my story I’m writing on Fanfiction, so if you want to see it all just follow the link at the top here. Umm...not sure what else to say.

Have a fun read I guess. XD

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12274165/1/Winter-s-Ballad-Growth-Love

P.S.: Art commissioned by Jubblier. Check them out on Tumblr. :3

-Freya Mansion, Star City

December 24th, 2009-

It was an early morning. 8:00 to be exact. It was Christmas Eve and despite the early morning sun just peaking into the sky to greet the morning, many adults, friends, siblings, and children were ecstatic for the nights festivities, merriment, and exchanges of goodwill. It was a time to be thankful, a time to be together with family, and a time for the love people have for one another to only grow stronger through the bonds of this wondrous day.

However for others, this day was not any of those things.

"Again! Do not hesitate to try and strike me, for your opponent will not be so inclined to do so in the heat of battle." The voice of the instructor proclaimed, raising their practice saber towards their younger opponent from across the stage.

Taking deep breathes to try and regain the energy she was losing from the lesson, the young girl clad in all her fencing equipment save her helmet, tried to even out her breathing before raising her own saber in its proper position.

For a young girl named Samantha Freya, this day was like most days to her.

"Arrah!" Swiftly moving her body with poise and grace, the teen sped towards her instructor and swung her weapon towards him, hoping to land at least one strike. She had to. She needed to. It was an important day after all.

*Clang*

It was a time to be prepared.

*Clang*

It was a time to be poised.

*Clang*

It was a time to be sophisticated.

*Clang*

It was-

"You're distracted!" Her instructor called out, snapping the girl out of her thoughts.

Unfortunately too late to retaliate with a counterstrike, the teen could only watch as her instructor swiftly countered her swing, their swords striking and leaving the girl open for an attack. Just as soon as she realized this, the young girl was struck by the foot of her instructor at the center of her chest, kicking the breathe out of her lungs and causing her to crash onto the padded floor below her, dropping her sword in the process.

It was a time to prove herself to him.

Groaning and rubbing her head, the girl tiredly opened her eyes to look at the rubber ground below her. Moving her gaze slowly upwards Samantha felt her lips turn downwards into a frown when she saw the figure sitting in the chair in front of her.

Dressed in the finest ballroom dress suit, a dark blue tie of the softest silk, and leather dress shoes that shined from the sunlight pouring from outside sat an older gentlemen not a day over forty five. His light caucasian skin barley showing signs of wrinkling, black hair combed back in a stunning style, and sitting in a authoritative posture, the man was the picture perfect idea of an elegant socialite.

But it was the unimpressed gaze of dark brown irises that filled her vision.

"Father I'm-" Samantha tried to hurriedly apologize, but was unable to finish her sentence when her father raised his hand to stop her from speaking. Knowing the signal all too well, Samantha quieted her voice.

"I've seen enough." Samantha's father answered. Getting up from his seat, he shooed off whatever dust he thought was on the sleeve of his suit, the older man looked back at his daughter and the ground and shook his head. "Stand."

Hearing the command and realizing she was still laying on the floor, Samantha quickly got up from the floor and dusted herself and tried to adjust her messy brown hair, moving strands behind her ears to clear her face and appear somewhat presentable.

Looking to his daughter, the elder Freya stared down his child before speaking. "You missed three chances to strike your opponent and you let them take the advantage of battle from you. Do you understand?"

"Yes father." Samantha replied back, standing straight and keeping her head held high in an attempt to look and feel more elegant than she really did.

"Can you tell me why you let your opponent beat you?" He asked, his voice laced with annoyance at having to say it out loud.

Feeling herself grow a little smaller at his voice, Samantha quietly answered. "I. . .My mind was somewhere else."

Watching off to the side, Samantha's fencing instructor held their hand upward in an attempt to join in the conversation. "Nikolai, I can understand your concern for the mistake she made, but Miss Samantha has improved vastly since the last time you watched her. And surely you can understand that on this day of all days she would be dis-"

"Don't make excuses for her, Reginald. It can only lead to her thinking it's okay to make them." Nikolai replied, cutting off the instructor and giving him a hard glare to remove him from the conversation.

Seeing the look the master was giving him, Reginald bowed in apology. "Of course. Excuse my interruption. Sir."

Turning back to look at his daughter once more, Nikolai sighed and stood up from his seat. Dusting off whatever specks of dust he thought he cold see on his well made suit and readjusting his silk tie, Nikolai continued. "I expected more from this performance Samantha. You had asked me constantly for the past three weeks to come and watch your fencing practice, promising your skills were on par with my own. However all I saw was a disregard for the most basic of rules. Focus."

Unable to stop the frown on her face from appearing, Samantha looked downwards to try and hide it from her father. If he saw it, she was sure she'd only be lectured more. "Y-Yes father. I apologize. I'll try harder next time you come to watch."

"Don't say you'll try. Trying is for people who do not have the conviction, confidence or skill to accomplish what they want. You will do better." Nikolai spoke, looking back to his daughter. Noticing how she was looking down at the ground, he suppressed a groan. "And look straight at the person you are speaking to. Remember your etiquette lessons."

Taking a deep breath to try and calm her nerves, Samantha looked back up and kept her hard gaze on her father. "I...I will do better next time father. I promise you'll find no mistakes the next time you watch my practice."

Listening to his daughter's words, Nikolai gave a nod of approval and began heading out of the room. "See that you do. Now I want you to hurry and finish any other lessons on your schedule. You know that tonight is an important night for the family and we must look our best for our guests."

Turning to watch him head out, Samantha nodded and gave the best smile she could. "Of course. I've already planned out my schedule and my clothes are ready for tonight. Just...don't forget I have to leave later during the party. For my job."

His hand on the doorknob and ready to open the door, Nikolai turned his head to look at his daughter, a confused look on his face. "Your job?"

Frowning at his answer, Samantha shook her head and gave an incredulous look to her father. "My job. Remember? You said that if I finished my lessons and did well at the party tonight I could leave early to go. You...promised."

Hearing his daughter's words, Nikolai went through his mind to recover whatever memory his daughter was talking about. Eyes squinting at the effort to remember, a look of realization set on his face before nodding. "Ah yes. I did say that didn't I? Well like we agreed upon back then, you may only go once you've finished your lessons and your performance at the party tonight is successful. I expect the best out of my own daughter's singing talents."

"I will. I'll see you later tonight father." Samantha replied, giving a proper bow as her father left the room.

The heated conversation over and silence beginning to fill the room, Reginald felt as if the room's temperature had dropped to a freezing point. Resisting the cold chill running down his spine from the conversation he had witnessed, the man decided it best to leave the young woman to her thoughts. Putting a hand on her shoulder as a sign of comfort, Reginald smiled. "I think you did wonderfully Miss Samantha, no matter what your father says. Please don't take his words so close to heart. I'll be sure to bring you your favorite hot chocolate later before the party to make you feel better."

Not giving a response of her own Samantha simply smiled and watched her teacher and butler leave the room. Alone and left to her own thoughts of the events prior, the young teen clenched her fists tightly as emotions that she'd been hiding began to spill over like a waterfall. With teeth clenched and letting the bottled emotions she had pour out, hot tears began to roll down the brunette's as she cried in silence, the evidence of her sadness falling to the ground and splashing on a thin layer of ice that was beginning to form beneath the teenager's feet.

Not noticing the changes going on within the room during her moment, icicles began to form on the windowsill behind her and frost began to cover the floor beneath her.

She failed.

‘It's almost time.' Samantha thought as she paced around her room. Decorated in shades of light blue, white, and gray was her room. A soft bed sitting against the wall nearby, lush gray carpet beneath her feet, a mahogany dresser and matching desk with mirror at the back of her room, and lastly a beautiful ebony black grand piano sitting in the last edge of empty space in the room.

However all of the majestic beauty and loveliness of the items in her room could do nothing to quell the worry deep within the teen's mind.

It was about 5:00 and soon enough more guests would arrive and the biggest Christmas party of Star City wold begin. She had to be ready. Her father was already angry at her from the morning practice, so she had to do the best performance she'd ever done in her life if she was going to convince him to let her leave early.

"I just have to do my best. No, I have to be better than my best. I need to be perfect." Samantha told herself, stopping her movement to shake her head and turn to look back at the mirror stationed on her desk.

Her attire was perfect. Or at least she liked to think so. The gala was to be a grand one so she had opted to to wear something she would be comfortable in, yet also accentuate her looks in a way that her father would be appreciative of. She had to look the best after all.

Dressed in a beautiful ball gown that covered up to her chest, the dress itself grasped the curves of her body nicely to show off her form, the upper portion being a dark grey before changing into a sea of light blue, snow white, and glitter sparkling the bottom half of the dress like snowflakes. The side of the dress was cut in a neat slit that went up to her part of her upper thigh, but was covered by a curtain of soft lace beneath the top layer of the dress that looked familiar to snow. Though they were a bother, Samantha wore matching grey stiletto heeled shoes to help pull the party dress attire together and finished it by wearing long grey opera dress gloves and simple yet elegant diamond snowflake necklace.

'It looks great on me. I look fantastic. So...why don't I feel the way I look?' Samantha wondered, her reflection mirroring the frown that was appearing on her face.

"I can't keep frowning like this. She'd be mad at me if I was frowning on Christmas Eve of all days. I'm sure she would." Samantha told herself, chuckling at the thoughts in her mind and continuing to do the finishing touches of her outfit.

Soon enough the routine continued. Taking her long brunette hair and tying it up as neatly as she could, Samantha placed her hair in a high yet elegant ponytail, allowing any leftover short strands to neatly frame her heart shaped face. Continuing the process of preparing herself she began to apply the various portions of make up she'd need. Concealer to help bring out her light skin, eye liner to show off her dark brown eyes, mascara to give her eyelashes a little pop, and a nude shade of lipstick to give herself an innocent yet sexy look.

Looking at herself in the mirror, the teen gave a nod of approval before grabbing a beautiful sapphire hair clip from the desk draw. Made similar to the intricate designs of a snowflake and dotted with tiny sapphire gems at the tips, it had been a gift from her father when she was just a kid one Christmas Eve long ago. It was the one thing from her father that she was extremely grateful for and treasured.

'I wish we could go back to that time.' Samantha thought, absentmindedly rubbing the clip in her hand with gentle care as her mind wandered to years past. Sighing and pushing those thoughts somewhere else, the brunette took the clip and fastened it securely at the tie of her hair, giving herself a cute and regal look.

Feeling like her outfit was finally down Samantha turned to look at herself in the mirror once more.

Sophisticated, beautiful, poised, and alluring. All of those words described exactly how she looked at the moment. She was absolutely stunning.

"Now all I have to do is be confident." Samantha said to herself. Giving a nervous look in the mirror she gave a semi-confident smile and a thumbs up. 

"Yeah. I can do this."

And sure enough she did. The party had already been in full swing by the time she had entered into the fray. Various guests of wealthy backgrounds and friends of her father's business and work had all gathered to enjoy the snowy night and festive air. And when it came time for her to sing, she did just that and more.

Piano notes filled the room in a soft melody as the younger Freya controlled her voice to sing the highest notes she could during her opera performance. All eyes were on her as she sang from her soul, from the youngest of guests, to the oldest of business associates. It was if they were in the presence of an angel this Christmas Eve night.

"What a beautiful voice she has."

"Indeed. She's a prodigy."

"I believe her singing has been classified as a soprano correct?"

"You'd expect nothing less from the daughter of Dr. Freya and the late singer Aiko Sumeragi. She must have gotten her voice from her mother."

"A shame she passed before she could see her daughter now."

'Ignore the comments. They mean nothing right now. All that matters in this moment is you and your voice!' Samantha thought to herself, letting her voice flow out into the room as she matched her own voice's range with the piano notes. Hearing the song nearing its end, Samantha's mind flashed back to the lyrics she had written for the song and continued.

"I'm not your pet, not another thing you own.

I was not born guilty of your crimes.

Your riches and your influence can't hold me anymore,

I won't be possessed,

Burdened by your royal test,

I will not surrender, this life is mine!"

Letting her voice slowly die out as the pianist nearby her on the stage played the last keys of the song, Samantha placed her right hand over her heart and raised the hem of her dress with her left and gave a polite and courteous curtsy to the crowd. The room was filled with applause of adoring fans and party guests soon after.

"Thank you. Please enjoy the rest of the evening." Samantha spoke out to the guests with a smile before heading down off the stage. "Now I just need to avoid all these boring people and find something fun to do for the next half hour." Samantha said to herself, playing with one of her gloves and trying to readjust it. "Yeah. Like there'd be anything fun for me here."

"Nice singing kid." A male voice called out from next to her.

Hearing the voice and stopping in her tracks to turn to the commentator, Samantha couldn't help but smile at the familiar face. He was the only person at the party she was happy to see or talk to. "Oliver. You made it."

Walking over to the happy teen, the blonde gentlemen known as Oliver Queen was elegantly dressed in a black suit and matching green tie. While it wasn't anything as fancy and sophisticated as many of the other guests or her father's attire, Samantha knew it fit him well enough and wouldn't hurt the "high society culture" of this party. Not if she had anything to say about it.

"Your pipes are something else, let me tell you. Never get tired of watching you kid." Oliver spoke with a smirk and thumbs up.

Happy at the honest comment, Samantha covered her mouth to suppress the giggle that was threatening to show. "Thanks. I really do like to sing, though I wish it wasn't for all of my father's work associates or people just trying to be his friend." The brunette replied, shaking her head and letting her gaze wander to the people around the two.

Seeing her eyes moving around, Oliver chuckled. "If you're looking for her, she's not here. Trust me."

"Really? But I gave her an invitation. I thought she'd be happy to come to all of...this." Samantha said, giving a confused look to the older man.

"Sorry kid. I know you wanted to her to come, and trust me I tried. But all of this just isn't her thing. Too fancy and uptight for a classy lady like her." Oliver said, moving his hand to grab an horderve and chucked it into his mouth. "Me on the other hand? Well, free food and chance to watch some rich people get frazzled is always a good time. Not to mention that you know who wanted me to be here for support for you of course."

Raising an eyebrow at the comment, Samantha placed a hand on her hip and turned her chin upwards in a mocking way. "Support? Hah. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

Smiling, Oliver walked over and rustled with her hair in a playful gesture. "Aww. They're so cute when they think they're adults. You sound just like Roy."

"Hey! Stop it! It took forever to fix my hair like this." Samantha protested with a laugh, trying to smack his Oliver's hand away from her head.

"Ahem. Would you mind putting on a little more composure Samantha? People are staring."

Stiffening at the voice of her father, Samantha froze in place and noticed the form of her father who was standing just a few inches away from her and Oliver. Getting out of the hold Oliver had her in, Samantha coughed in her hand as if to try and pretend the previous event hadn't happened and combed her fingertips through her hair to try and fix its shape back to normal. "S-Sorry. I was with a friend."

"Nikolai! It's been ages buddy! How've you been? I hear your genetics research is becoming a big hit in the science community." Oliver said, walking over to the older man and shaking his hand in a friendly shake.

Shifting his gaze from his daughter to the younger man, Nikolai smiled and returned the hand shake before answering. "Oliver. Good to see you old friend. Why yes, my work has been getting much attention as of late. It seems everyone nowadays wants to know the secret to unlocking their potential. My research is still working into it, but with the success we've had in trial phases and from...my own daughter's history, my lab is confident that we'll find even more evidence and have success in bettering mankind with my genetics research."

"That's the confidence I like to hear. Why don't we talk more over drinks? You can tell me in detail about all the stuff you've been up to while I've been gone." Oliver suggested in a playful manner as he lead the older man to the food table and wrapped a arm around his shoulder in a jovial fashion. Slowly walking away from the small form of Samantha, Oliver turned his head ever so slightly and gave a wink of understanding to the girl before moving his attention back to her father and their conversation.

Her face relaxing at the sight of the understanding gesture, Samantha nodded and gave a silent thanks to her friend before quietly moving towards the exit of the party and closed the door behind her.

She had to get ready and make one last stop before she got to work.

-Star City Cemetery, Star City December 24th, 2009 8:35 P.M.-

"Hi mom. How's it been...here?" Samantha quietly asked from her spot, her eyes staring down at the carved stone memorial. In a new change of clothes and wearing a pure white cloak, the young Freya kept her head covered by her hood. A quirk she had grown into through her time visiting during her job, it helped to make the young girl feel safe and secure without people having to point out who she was. She liked her secrecy and her privacy whenever she could. And this was about one of the few times she could have it.

The cemetery had been empty for quite some time. While snow littered the grounds and made the area like almost mystical in a dark winter wonderland sort of way, Samantha knew underneath it was just dried leaves, dirt, and vines from overgrown plants and trees that lived within the cemetery.

"I know. I haven't visited as much as I should. But you know dad. At least better than I do. When he has his focus on something he...forgets everything else." Samantha said sadly, a frown gracing her face as she pulled her hood downwards more in an attempt to cover her face further.

"He...forgot again. My birthday. But I guess I can understand." Samantha said, her voice cracking as she tried to perk herself up. "I mean...you should have seen the look on his face when he would talk about the Christmas party. He seemed really into it than most years since you've...been away. I think it's because his research is going so well. I try to ask, but he doesn't really explain it to me. He says it's too complicated for me. He'd rather I practice my arts."

Scratching her cheek and letting the silence around her hang in the air for just a few more moments, Samantha spoke. "I...miss you. I mean, I try to miss you as much as I can. I never knew you. You died when I was born and stuff, but dad told me a lot about you. How famous of a singer you were. Just like me. Or maybe I'm just like you." Rubbing her neck nervously, Samantha continued.

"I...don't really know what to say now. I mean, I've said a lot of things the past couple of years I've come here, but I don't know if its what I really want to say. You're a great listener and I know I can always speak freely with you here. I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not." Samantha said hesitantly, unsure of where to move the conversation to.

"I...I'm worried. About dad. I don't know what he was like when you were here, but he's so strict and worried about appearances now. I can never talk to him like a normal teenager. It always feels like I'm on pins and needles whenever he shows up or we talk. I haven't seen a real sincere smile out of him since I was little. Or gotten one of those nice bear hugs he used to give me either. He just does his genetics work and nothing else. He bosses me around and stuff and keeps telling me to do my lessons too, but even then he doesn't seem like he has any emotions besides hate, and anger, and sadness whenever he looks at me or I don't do what he says. I try to listen to him and do everything he asks of me, but it feels like too much. I can't handle the expectations he's giving me."

Feeling like her emotions were pouring out with each word she spoke, Samantha stopped speaking and took a shaky breath, wondering if she should continue. However feeling like she had to voice it out loud, for someone, for anyone to hear, well she needed to. "Does...does dad hate-"

*honk honk*

Stopping mid sentence and turning her head around to find the source of the sound, Samantha smiled when she saw a the figure of a woman sitting on what appeared to be a motorcycle. Quietly awaiting their arrival, the figure was clad in skin tight light blue cotton pants, white ugg boots, matching latex gloves with fur trimming, and lastly a light blue overcoat. Seeing the young girl had noticed them, the figure gave a friendly wave to signal their arrival.

Waving back, the cloaked teen looked back to the grave and gave a small, yet sad smile. "Looks like I'll have to cut this short. My friend's waiting. Don't worry, it's just Sigrid. You remember her right? She's training me to be a super hero and learn to help me control my powers. It's not easy with them being so different, but she's really easy to talk. She has ice powers just like me and she's become sort of like a mother to me. N-Not that she's a better mom than you!"

Laughing nervously at her slip up, Samantha looked back to the entrance where her mentor awaited her and turned back to smile to her mother's resting place. "I'm going to go out there and do my best mom. Merry Christmas." Samantha said, turning around and running off before stopping and running back to her mother's stone and gave a thumbs up. "You're totally number one mom. Okay bye!"

Running down the long icy pathway, Samantha slowly breathed in the ice cold night air and focused on her powers. Feeling the cold energy of her ice work its magic, Samantha jumped into the air before landing on the street below and let her ice powers cover the ground in a thick layer of ice, allowing her to swiftly skate down the large hill and towards the entrance.

Slowing her decent and speeding out through the entrance gates, Samantha skated over to her mentor's motorcycle and skidded to a halt. Placing her left hand on her hip and raising her right hand in the air in an exaggerated pose, Samantha gave a joking smile to her mentor. "How was that entrance? I'd give it twenty out of ten if I do say so myself."

Laughing and indulging in the teens' antics, the taller young woman clapped her hands as a sign of approval and removed her helmet. The face of a beautiful older woman stared back at the young teen, though she looked as if she had been frozen to the core. With the curves any woman could be jealous of, long flowing pure white hair that gave a wild and untamed look to the woman, and blue eyes as bright as the morning sky, all seemed mysterious and beautiful, however it was the ice cold blue skin that covered her body that was the most noticeable trait.

Strong, confident, enigmatic, and beautiful. That was everything the young teen could describe about her mentor, or at leas the most she could think of. She had met her mentor long ago when her powers had first started to go out of control. If Ice Maiden hadn't been there at the time, Samantha was sure she wouldn't have been able to control her powers long enough to stop herself rom creating a blizzard at the ripe old age of twelve.

She was everything that Samantha wanted to be in both a super hero and a woman when she grew up. Ice Maiden was a kind yet strong woman who had defied the destiny that was thrusted on her by her own family and took the results of that fate to make something amazing out of herself. A hero. From her kind nature, to her near flawless control of her powers and confidence, the young protege wanted to be just like her.

"That nice. Though I give it nine of ten." Ice Maiden chuckled, her Norwegian accent still running through her English as she took out a helmet for her protege to wear.

Dropping her arms down at the answer, the teen huffed and walked over to the back and hopped on. "And what pray tell is your reasoning behind such a low score?"

Smiling, Ice Maiden made a twirl of her finger, motioning to the pose Samantha had done moments ago. "The pose. A little childish. And that confidence you got. Admirable, but will get tiny snowflake in trouble." The older woman said, moving her finger to lightly poke the nose of her protege for added effect.

Giving a shocked looked, Samantha shook her head and stuck out her tongue. "Childish? I say it was a masterful end to my landing. It gave it energy." The teen pointed out, grabbing her helmet and removing her hood before placing it on her head securely. "And confidence is just the starting point to becoming a great hero, or so a friend once told me."

Shaking her head, Ice Maiden turned to her controls and revved the engine of her motorcycle once more to warm it up. "Hey now. No frowning on birthday or eve of Christ. Now let's go find some naughty people in town and stop from ruining the holiday."

A bit nervous about the drive, the smaller teen gripped onto her mentor's waist tighter. She'd never seen her mentor riding a motorcycle before since she met her. Was this a gift from Black Canary? Had she made sure her mentor passed with flying colors before giving her what the smaller teen considered a death trap?!

"You...know how to drive this thing right?" Samantha hesitantly asked, a bit unsure if asking the question was even a polite thing to do.

Giving no verbal answer but a hearty laugh, Ice Maiden revved the engine once more and turning the wheel to head towards the city before speeding off, the squeak of surprise coming from the tinier hero drowned out at the sound of the engine.

Surely there was someone out there causing a scene and ruining someone's night.

"Hahahahahaha! Let's see if this doesn't make your Christmas more merry!" The cackling voice of Icicle Jr. exclaimed, his icy hands shooting out a stream of ice towards scared citizens who were trying to get away from the crazed villainous teen.

Getting closer and closer to the chaos going on in the city, Samantha pulled on her mentor's jacket, signaling her to slow down and stop.

Feeling the tug, Ice Maiden slowed down her motorcycle, careful not to let it slip on the icy ground beneath and placed her foot on the ground and turned back to look at her protege. "What'd you have us stop for?"

Looking to her mentor, Samantha turned her helmeted gaze to the screams and fog of ice Icicle Jr. seemed to be creating from a few blocks away. "It's too dangerous to go right at him like this. If we do he'll either mess with the traction of the bike and the ground with his ice or he'll slam a wall in front of us to crash in. I'm gonna head off from here and meet you there. I'll distract him until you get there."

Getting off the bike and removing her helmet, the teen handed her helmet to her mentor and placed her hood back on her head. "You think that'll work on him?"

Taking the helmet from her protege and looking at it for a few moments, Ice Maiden moved the plastic protecter shield from her helmet and turned to look at her protege eye to eye. "Why don't you handle this yourself?"

Shocked and not expecting the question, Samantha gave her mentor a worried look. "B-By myself? I'm not sure. You think it's better if we do that?"

Laughing, Sigrid shook her head. "Think of this as both birthday present and test. You're much more skilled and powerful than first time we met, and there's no doubt you won't be great hero on your own. But that means you need chance to fight and stop the bad guys on your own to get experience and not have your hand held. This is your chance. If you want it."

'If I want it?' Samantha thought, her mind reeling at the question. She was surprised really, by the question. How long had it been since she'd been given an actual chance to choose something of her own free will? Not since she was asked to be a sidekick, as much as she could recall.

The sound of a crashing cars snapped the girl out of her thoughts, her gaze swiftly looking to the scene beyond a few buildings. "Stupid boy. Using ice in such unsightly manner." Turning her head to the noises herself, Ice Maiden moved readjusted her helmet and revved her engine, ready to drive off. "We'll have to speed this up. How about this? I'll head out and get civilians out of way. You use normal signal if you need help?"

Clenching her first and letting confidence pour into her system light energy within her like caffeine, Samantha looked to her mentor and gave a confident smirk. "Don't wait up. I've got this in Santa's bag."

"Hah! That confidence I like to hear from protege! We'll get birthday cake to celebrate after this is done. Good luck!" Pressing on the gas and preparing for her take off, Ice Maiden's tire gave a loud screech before she sped off, disappearing into the dark streets beyond.

Leaving the hooded teen to her own decisions, Samantha took a deep breath before steeling herself and taking off into a run to the streets ahead. Letting her power burn within her and focusing it in the palm of her right hand, she swung her hand in front of her and let her ice fly outwards from it, coating the streets further to give it a thick layer of frozen water. Using her already quick speed to help her process, Samantha jumped upwards before landing strategically on the icy road and began to swiftly skate towards the crime scene Icicle Jr. was creating beyond her reach.

Skating off past the next street and creating more ice to skate and turn her body, Samantha jumped into the air and landed onto the next street to skate on, and glared at the target just a few feet ahead of her. "Hey! Icicle loser!"

Hearing the insult off in the distance, Icicle Jr. stopped what he was doing, in this case grabbing dollar bills he had gotten from an ATM he had destroyed, and turned back to see who it was that was ruining his fun. "Oh, it's you again! Don't got and ruin my holiday fun!" Giving a sadistic grin and running off from the ATM, the ice villain began to shot rays of ice towards the hooded girl, moving his body to try and get her at every angle.

Seeing the rays of ice flinging towards her, Samantha moved her body as fast as she could to dodge the rays, nearly falling at her current speed to try and move around them. Thankfully able to dodge them, the teen decided it best to get serious and use her speciality.

"It's more like your ruining every else's! Including mine!" Feeling her ice power take hold within her hands once more, the ice within her hand began to form into thin yet strong icicle needles. Skating as fast as she could in the small amount of space she had, the hooded teen began to throw the needles with the best accuracy she could, hoping to distract her enemy as she got closer.

Flinging his hand back and forth to swat away at the needles being thrown towards him, Icicle Jr. kept his eyes closed and groaned in annoyance at the weak attacks being flung at his face. "Is that all you got?! Little needles of ice just to annoy me? Just proves who's the better ice user in this city!" However when he finally opened his to retaliate against his enemy, the sixteen year old was once again blinded by the hooded cloak of his enemy. "Wagh! Get this stupid thing off of me!"

"You aren't the smartest are you?" The voice of his female opponent said from behind him, though Icicle Jr. couldn't see her. Trying to turn around and swing his arms in some form of attack, Icicle Jr. could only yell as he was kicked in the chest by his opponent and knocked back a few feet into the snow.

Growling and getting up from the ground, the teen boy used his ice claws to slice through the cloak and looked towards his opponent, no longer hidden beneath the cloth she wore before. "You think you're so much better than me just because you're the pretty ice lady's sidekick. Well you're not! You may have got the best of me that time, but I'm not letting some girly princess kid take me down on the biggest day of my element!"

"I don't think that at all." Samantha simply replied from her place feet away from the raging ice user. Letting the icy wind from the winter eve's weather engulf her body and allow herself to relax and focus her mind, the teen move her gaze upward in a confidant stare at her opponent, arms crossed and her body language showing that of conviction and strength.

Moonlight covered by the clouds above this dark and starry night, it finally began to shine through and peak out from the fog, lighting the the battlefield that was messy with snow, icicles, frost, and broken Christmas lights. Along with the battlefield though, the young protege of Black Canary's form could finally be seen within the light of the moon.

Dressed in attire that could be considered both elegant yet also out of place in a fight such as this, the outfit consisted of a elegant yet neatly sewn white thigh length dress, ruffled with lace frills underneath the combat skirt. While her shoulders were bare with the dress alone, she kept them covered by a similarly colored bolero jacket, with the insides being various colors such as red, blue, and white. Intricate designs of snow and snowflakes lined the edges of the dress and a white ribbon tied around her waist accentuated the outfit. As for her legs they were covered by pure white tights that covered all of her legs, while her feet were covered by matching light blue knee high length wedge boots.

Her outfits changed, her appearance that once resembled the daughter of the Freya socialite was now gone. Her brunette hair now gone, the moonlight revealed the same girl, but with her hair tied n a side ponytail and shining as white as the freshly fallen snow around her. Along with her eyes losing their original brown color, now revealed glaring light icy blue eyes that could only match those of a winter's moon.

With her hood gone and now purely in the heat...or rather cold of battle, now stood the battle ready protege of the powerful Ice Maiden. More confident, prepared, and unrestricted from the obligations of her family name was a young girl ready to prove herself and fight for justice. To use her powers for good. To be who she wanted to be.

"The only thing I'm thinking of right now is how to take you down as fast, safely, and easily as I can. And I may have just figured it out while you were talking." The teen hero spoke with a confident smirk before moving her hand forward and blasting a ray of ice towards Icicle Jr. "Let's see who's ice is stronger!"

Moving his arms to cover his face from the attack, Icicle Jr. gritted his teeth as the ray of ice being shot at him began to grow and cover his arms in a block of ice. Knowing he wasn't going to take this laying down, the villain called upon strength deep within him and broke his arms free from their icy shackles before blasting his own ray of ice as a counter. "Sure! Bring it on!"

The two ice powered teens going at one another, the rays of ice began to go back and forth at one another, one side never overpowering one more. As more time passed it was apparent that their little match was coming out to be a stalemate. Knowing it couldn't keep going on forever, Samantha forced to move her left arm as best she could while keeping up the stalemate and focused ice within the other hand. Using it to combine with her first ray, Samantha called upon more energy inside her before focusing on it to create a large shield made of ice. Placing it in front of the brute force of Icicle Jr.'s attacks, Samantha silently sunk beneath the shield and focused her powers into her second ability, allowing her to slowly disappear into thin air.

Not noticing any of this and believing he was having the upper hand, Icicle Jr. couldn't help but laugh at the victory he was sure to have in hand. "Look who's the better ice user now pretty princess?! Looks like your teach is gonna have to thaw you out this Christmas!"

"Think again." The voce of his enemy called out.

Anger growing at the retort, Icicle Jr. stopped his ice attack and allowed the fog of the newly produced ice to fade away. Waiting to see what had become of the hero, the teen was only shocked when he saw that the "figure" he had been freezing was what appeared to be some sort of shield made of ice. "What?! But how?! You should be frozen!"

"Not quite." The whisper of his opponent replied, Icicle Jr. quickly turning his head around to see where she was.

'Where is she?! I can't see her!' Icicle Jr. thought, his mind racing as he looked back and forth to try and find out where the shorter white haired girl had run off to.

"Your mind's somewhere else!" The white haired hero exclaimed from behind, her body materializing out of a whirlwind of snowflakes and a cold wind. Ready to end this fight once and for all, the teen focused her ice again and flicked her right wrist outward. A icy blue glow materializing from her powers, the glow finally subsided as it took form and appeared in Samantha's hands as a small battle hammer. Smirking at the weapon now in hand, she took the weapon in hand pulled it back in position before swinging it towards Icicle Jr. as hard as she could.

Unable to stop the attack from coming him at such a close distance, Icicle Jr. felt the ice hammer connect with his face like a solid rock wall and felt his body fling off towards a shop behind him. Crashing into the glass of the window and skidding to the ground in a halt, the boy groaned softly, as if to try to get up again before feeling the rest of his energy leave his body and passed out.

Huffing in and out and feeling the sweat of her work run down her brow, the icy eyed teen walked over to the shop that was now the defeat zone of his enemy and stuck her tongue out at the unconscious boy.

"Oh and by the way I am offended by the pretty princess comment. This strong and confident queen of ice is named Winter and it looks like I'm the best ice user in the city. So don't you forget it ice bucket." Huffing and letting the ice hammer she created crumble into shards of ice, Winter turned around and headed out of the shop and towards some open space. She would need to contact Ice Maiden and tell her the mission was accomplished.

'And that means birthday cake all for me.' Winter thought, feeling a giddy smile appear on her face as she clasped her hands together in anticipation.

For all that had happened this night, her Christmas Eve/Birthday wasn't turning out all that bad. She got to wear a dress she at least liked to the party, she got to sing a song she wrote, she was able to see her mother, and got to kick butt while with Ice Maiden all on her birthday.

It was a good day...or rather night.

#DC #DC Comics #Superboy #Conner Kent #OCxSuperboy #Conner KentxOC #OCxConner Kent #RWBY #LOL #For the Lyrics #Fanfiction #Pleasedon'tflame #i tried my best!!! #Young Justice

[lichfucker]

hey sorry can i ask... what foreververse is and if its worth getting into?

foreververse is an rpg show from geek & sundry (it airs live on twitch and alpha wednesdays at 4:30 pacific time) that follows a group of characters as they move through multiple rpg systems in search of... something.

it gets a little confusing bc each player has their “prime” character / “alpha” character (terms used interchangeably) who they play mostly in flashback sequences and who ultimately underscore all their subsequent characters, and they also have characters that are specific to each system they play. so far they’ve played pugmire (which was technically the last mini-campaign of no survivors before it turned officially into foreververse (no survivors was an rpg show that ran on geek and sundry for like a year or something that was a series of completely unconnected mini-campaigns-- if you saw the paranoia oneshot on the g&s youtube featuring wil wheaton, felicia day, laura bailey, matt mercer, and the regular cast, that was no survivors) but they still count pugmire as foreververse canon), world of darkness, 7th sea, the witch is dead, and puppetland, and they either have just started or are just about to start playing eclipse phase, not to mention the 3572037234 one-shots they’ve done.

if you like sci-fi, foreververse has got it. if you like fantasy, foreververse has got it. if you particularly like fantasy where instead of orcs and elves and humans everyone are dogs, foreververse has got it. if you like pirates, foreververse has got it. if you like strong sibling relationships, foreververse has got it (seriously, the most enduring and profound relationship in the entire show is between two siblings. the only “romances” are played 100% as jokes and have no major impact on the story or the characters at all).

if you find yourself particularly frustrated about popular rpg shows being overwhelmingly white, foreververse has your back there, too: of the six current cast members (gm not included), one is hector navarro (a latino man, whose primary character and 7th sea character both speak with spanish accents), damion poitier (a black man), and erika ishii (an asian woman). half of the players are nonwhite (disclaimer: damion doesn’t show up until 7th sea and erika doesn’t show up until the witch is dead).

it’s not a perfect show (one npc in particular comes across, at least to me, like a weird stereotype of a developmentally disabled person? but I’m abled so I’m not really qualified to speak on that, and he disappears pretty quickly once world of darkness ends), but it is very, very good.

its following is tiny-- it averages roughly 300 views on twitch per episode, and any tumblr fandom presence is pretty much just me, so if you’re looking for a new fandom to jump into with lots of art and fanfiction (there’s a bunch of art on twitter though!) this show can’t really fulfill that need. if you’re looking for really innovative storytelling, foreververse is unlike any show I have ever seen before. I, personally, highly recommend it.

the backlog of episodes is very slowly being uploaded to youtube and the g&s website, but they started doing that a number of months after the show actually started (it officially switched over from no survivors to foreververse in october) so don’t expect to get caught up that way. I also don’t suggest watching them on alpha, because alpha only has, like, 2/3 of the episodes and they’re numbered as though none of them are missing, so it’s a confusing and, frankly, misleading option. it’s not ideal, but the best bet, I’ve found, is to scroll through the g&s twitch backlog and watch the vods there. I know that’s a lot of work, but I’ve found it’s the most reliable option.

I used to keep a sort of database of where each episode can be found over on foreververse dot tumblr dot com but I haven’t updated it in close to 2 months (life got in the way).

anyway, it’s a really good show. I, personally, cherish it dearly. I’ve been watching no survivors since before foreververse was even a twinkle in ivan van norman’s eye, and I’m gonna see this show through to the end. I love it. but I understand that it’s a big commitment-- it’s a lot of episodes-- and it’s inconvenient and fandom-wise it’s high-risk-no-reward, since pretty much nobody makes any sort of content for it (once I’m caught up I’ll get back into gif-making). but it’s a really good show with a lot of heart and it is so much more than just a high-fantasy dnd romp; they make it a point to feature up-and-coming and indie rpgs, so who knows? you might just find your new favorite system.

plus! amy vorpahl and jason charles miller write songs about the previous week’s adventure and play them at the beginning of each episode! how fucking sweet is that!!

plus plus! one of their wold of darkness characters is a gay jewish werewolf and truly no fictional character could ever even dream of representing me better. truly my pinnacle.

#andsotheuniverseended #long post //////// #foreververse #bluh bluh #actually blease watch this show so I have somebody to talk to about it... #ableism mention /?

[foolgobi65]

Frost & fog!

Thank you anon!! 

frost - if you could give some advice to your younger self, what would you say?

I’d tell her that things are going to be simultaneously better and worse than she could imagine. she has friends that love her and are so brilliant and amazing and they /like/ her too! its amazing! i’d tell her that she managed to make it to the east coast after all, and snow is just as nice as she thought it would be. the static electricity... is not. she gets to drink as much tea as she wants, and no one really bothers her about it. she’s reading so many amazing books and studying so many interesting things that even a few years ago she wold have never let herself pursue! basically, i’d tell her to hang in there, to take deep breaths and do good work because things are slowly kind of maybe going to work out. 

on the other hand..... the world is lowkey falling apart, so i’d tell her to maybe not put so much faith in the inherent goodness and common sense of the average white american? the election was crushing...

oh! and i’d tell her to start writing fanfiction earlier, and to reach out to people! there are so many cool and amazing people who will open up her mind in so many ways, so i’d tell her to just write and join communities without worrying about what other people (her parents) might think about her. 

(.... and she’s gay. i wish she’d figured that out earlier lol) 

fog - how well do you think you’d do in a zombie apocalypse scenario?

Ah... unfortunately.... I would probably not do so well. I’m convinced that my life even after the rebuilding of society would be subpar so I’ve often told people that I’d probably just .. die.  Especially if I knew I was going to be made into a zombie myself which would hurt other people. The real answer is that I have zero survival skills and I think my most brilliant plan was a 4th grade project where I said you could use a plastic raspberry box to clean foraged vegetables by shaking the vegetables inside after dousing it in the river.  But! I /am/ a good planner, and ok at delegating so maybe if I had enough knowledge and people good at implementing plans I could make it after all! 

ask away! 

#asks #Anonymous

[slaytheevilqueenfaniction]

TomBoyish Hamilton x reader + Other fandoms

TomBoyish Hamilton x reader +other fandoms

So this is one of my first fanfictions but i like it a lot so…

TomBoyish(working title) Hamilton x reader (part:1)

Prompt: Sort of a mulan vibe but sort of inspired by all the women who fought in wars disguised as boys.

Word count: 1189

TW: None unless you count awkward flirting so…

Tomboyish Part one

I wake up to the sunlight streaming into your room though the windows that faced your bed. I groaned and buried your face in the velvety red of your duvet, I always hated the color red, but your parents, fearful of me becoming anything less than “ladylike”, forced me into red dresses, made me sit and cross my legs a sit in silence. That went on my whole life….It was hell. That’s not to say i obeyed, in fact i did he opposite, i wold where pants and overalls underneath my dresses and wait until I was a block down the road until i would take off and discarded the dress in a box that i had hidden in the bushes. Old ladies would scold me and strangers would glare and scoff, but i got used to it. I was me, not stuck in some stupid dress. I rolled out of bed and almost tripped but caught myself the last moment, yet another reason i could never be a proper lady. I looked out the window to see young men walking in groups on the street, heading towards the small clearing by the court house. I gasped and a grin spread onto my face. Today was draft day, and none other than General Washington was going to be training soldiers for the front lines. Today was my day, and i had a plan. I ran to my wardrobe and yanked open the doors in excitement, scooping the dresses out of the way to reveal a crate. About a month ago, when me and my best friends Tyler rays first found out about General Washington coming to train soldiers, made a pack, see Tyler never liked to fight, he was quite and preferred to watch instead of fight. Me however, i loved it. I loved the feeling of adrenaline that filled my body when I fought. Anyway, Me and Tyler made a pack that he would enroll under his name and i would go in for him. When his uniform arrived over post he gave in right to me. I opened the crate and saw a blue and white coat with gold buttons, a pair of brown pants, and leather knee high boots. My smile grew even wider. I rushed out of my night cloths and but on a uncomfortable blue dress, grabbed the crate and ran down stairs. My father was off in massachusetts at a meeting, but i suspected my mother would tell him. I loudly ran down the stairs and into the piano room where i knew my mother would be sitting.

“Mother?” you called.

“Yes, my darling y/n?”

“Mom….don’t freak out but i have something to tell you….”

“Yes what is it y/n? she said waving her hand dismissively at you.

You took a deep breath…..” Mom….I am going to become a military nurse…“ you lied

Your mother gasped and looked at you with happiness. "Oh y/n! You have finely decided to but away those foolish thoughts of joining the men in war and decided to do your job! I am so proud of you!” she looked delighted and proud

You looked at her and smiled, gritting your teeth. “Yeah mom, i did…i am leaving today…right now actually….I trust you will inform father when he returns home?”

“YES! of course my darling…be sure to write will you?” Planting small kisses on both of your cheeks. “ Well mom i best be off…..Goodbye mom.” you said….You did love them…its just you where desperate to escape.

“Goodbye y/n!”

Before she could say anything else you darted out the door and ran your way to Tyler’s house, which was difficult in a dress. You busted into the front door of the rays house and practically flew down the basement stairs, Yelling a small hellos to Mrs Rays. You opened the door to Tylers room to see him tapping on a book anxiously. Tyler stood up as soon as i opened the door.

“Did you bring the stuff?” you ask.

He nods and gestures over to some bandages and scissors on a nightstand. I start to walkover when he grabbed my wrist. I turned around and give him a questing look.

“What? What is wrong?”

He gulps…“Nothing ….it’s just….are you sure you want to do this?”

I laugh “ Of course …I have been waiting for this my whole life.”

He nods his head and smiles at me and says with a comically loud voice “ Well then step right up to Tylers barber shop! Who is first? You young lady?

You giggle "Why yes sir.” you mock curtsy and walkover to the stool that it sat bye a mirror.

“Well then, what will you be having today…” he says.

“Oh you know……..just a boy cut.” you laugh

“OH My! ….how could i do such a thing to such luscious  locks?” he says choking with laughter

I snort. “Okay man, just do it.”

Tyler takes a part of you hair and starts snipping it off.

SNIP

Finely….

SNIP

After all this time.

SNIP

I will be fighting for my country.

Before you new it, the ground was covered in y/h/c hair. You looked into the mirror and brought you hand up to your short hair. You ran it though the longish part at the top of your hair and turned around to grin at Tyler.

“So, do i look like a boy?” you asked tilting your head in a dorky fashion.

“Yeah” he said. “ Do you like it? Did i do okay?”

You stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him

“I love it”

I could hear him smiling. “Good.” he pulled away, put his hands on your shoulder and looked me in the eyes. “Now go get ready!”

You nodded and opened the crate. You lifted the cloths out and turned around to Tyler.

“A little privacy eh?”

He laughed and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. You looked into the mirror and removed your dress and put on the pants. Now here was the tricky part. You removed your under clothes and took the bandages and slowly but tightly wrapped the bandages around your chest, as to flatten it. You used all the bandages and pulled on a white, ruffly shirt, and put on the coat over it. You looked at yourself in the mirror admired yourself. You could barely  be recognized at a girl. One thing remained though. Your pale skin glowed in a way that was void of blemishes, except acne. Its not that you never got into a fist fight, it was just none ever landed a blow on my face. I was too quick. I bent down to the floor and picked up some dirt and smeared it on my face. It did nothing.

“Tyler!….you can come in now.”

After a moment he poked his head out and looked at me. I noticed that he blushed slightly.

“Wow…you are unrecognizable.”

“That’s kinda what i am going for” you laugh. “But…”

“ I need to ask you a favor…and you are not going to like it.”

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Feel free to like and follow if you want to read the rest.

Have a nice day, trash.

#hamilton x reader hamilton xreader alexander hamilton fanfiction otherstuff war alexander hamilton x reader

[chaniters]

Busy night

Launching a petty campaign to get back at Owl, Ash begins to quickly clear Los Diablos’ criminal elements. 

Also, he doesn’t really have anything better to do with his time, so there is that too. 

Some minor spoilers for Rebirth and Retribution.

___________________________

Date: April 17.

Hour: 6:45 pm

Notes: Covert operation

Location: Newport Beach.

Current assets: Low. 500 dollars.

Status: Acquired chemicals and materials for upgrades. Secured a base of operations (Motel Room). Constructed special equipment for the current operation. 

Objectives: Retaliation and intimidation tactics against the subject (OWL) by means of rendering all of the subject’s current investigation plans obsolete. Capture of all individuals targeted by the subject’s investigation. Acquisition of additional funds through the pursuit of the bounties on each of the individuals. 

You sneak closer to the lonely house, stopping at the edge of the alarm systems. This is the house of Clobbering Queen, an enforcer that Owl links to Hollow Ground, living under an assumed identity on an underdeveloped side of the city. 

If your intel is correct, Newport was erased from the map by a Tsunami, so it’s no surprise that only a few houses have been rebuilt here, given the frequency of the aftershocks. Not the safest place to be, unless you’re hiding, like your target is. 

The lack of other housing around her home makes the approach more complicated, but the shadows are already growing larger. Taking position behind a dumpster, you take note of all the movement trackers with your binoculars, before tracing the correct path of entry in your mind.

Your hands keep trembling so you slide them under your armpits and press with your arms, wishing it wasn’t so hard to keep calm without your pills as you wait for the sunlight to die out. 

It doesn’t take long, and soon you’re preparing your breathing technique… getting ready to spring. 

Count to 10, and you start the race, avoiding the sensors until you reach the wall.

So far so good… You can already feel her presence inside, watching TV.

That’s no good… perhaps… perhaps she should take a shower and get to bed early, how about that?

You present these suggestions  to her subconscious, and they seem to be quickly accepted. How can her mental defenses be so weak?!

Carefully, you slide a metal disk against the window, magnetizing and disabling the sensor, allowing you to open it. From there, it’s really just a matter of sliding inside, towards the bathroom, with its door half-open, you only need to keep out of sight. 

Clobbering Queen is singing happily in the shower as you slide your home-made sleeping gas bomb rolling through the floor. 

You can hear the yelp as it explodes, and her rush towards the door, which you slam in her face. She struggles to open it, but you keep it shut from the other side until her fighting gets weaker… and you finally hear the bump on the other side as she falls. 

Good. 

Waiting a few more minutes just to be sure, you open the door, handcuff her, then drag the wet villain on top of the large carpet on the living room, and roll her like a burrito, tying it all up again with solid rope.

That should keep her from clobbering anything… not that she can do it without her power suit that is.

A quick search of her house reveals the secret compartment where she keeps her armor. You take it all, tossing it by her side -she’s awake by now, and cursing very loudly at you- and take the power gloves. 

Those will come in handy. 

Then you sit on the couch, calling for the police to take her away.  --------------------------------------------

 Date: April 17.

Hour: 10:41 pm

Notes: Covert operation

Location: Downtown Los Diablos.

Current assets: Medium. 10.500 dollars.

Status: First target captured and handed over to LDPD. Officers surprised the whole house wasn’t destroyed by Clobbering Queen. Acquired Power Gloves. (They are so bad… require an immediate upgrade)

Objectives: Retaliation and intimidation tactics against the subject OWL (Continued). Acquisition of additional funds through the pursuit of the bounties (Continued). 

Your next target promises to be a real challenge. Lord Ember supposedly can control flames and has left a trail of scorched bodies in his wake. According to Owl, he doesn’t work directly for Hollow Ground but has had several dealings with him. 

He could be a real headache to deal with…

You see him having a smoke with a pair of his henchmen by the back door of the club. 

Time to get it done…

You approach them head on, ready for anything. They notice you, and their gazes all focus on you, hands reaching to their holsters.

“Hey can I have a light?” you ask, holding a cigarette on your fingers, planting the suggestion that you are the most harmless person in the world. Just some cosplaying fool walking by. 

Ember looks at you, and laughs. All of his henchmen laugh with him.

“A light? Are you hearing this kid? He’s asking me for a light!” he says turning to them. 

Critical mistake.

A quick forward uppercut and Clobbering Queen’s power glove activates, exploding with pink energy in his stomach, sending him flying against the club’s brick wall. 

The henchmen just stare at you in horror as it happens. 

Another critical mistake, you think as you jump at the closest one.

Perhaps these power gloves are not that bad after all…

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Date: April 18.

Hour: 3:41 Am

Notes: Covert operation

Location: Fashion District.

Current assets: High. 46.000 dollars.

Status: Second target captured and handed over to LDPD. Same officers VERY surprised to see two villains captured on the same night by “Some random teenager”. Asked for my hero name, I told them that they can call me whatever they want as long as they pay me.  

Objectives: Retaliation and intimidation tactics against the subject OWL (Continued). Acquisition of additional funds through the pursuit of the bounties (Continued). 

Your final target lies ahead, in an old abandoned garment warehouse. 

According to Owl, he is extremely powerful, but with these gloves and your fighting skills, so are you. Allegedly, he oversees one of Hollow Ground’s largest stashes of boost drugs, something that she’s never managed to prove.

The power gloves make you far more confident in your abilities, so instead of sneaking, you will go for overwhelming force this time. Drawing Owl’s grappling hook, you aim for the rooftop, sending the hook flying, before pulling you in, only that you aim lower this time… for the window.

You crash through the glass, coming inside, fists already glowing pink, ready to reduce any henchmen to a pulp… 

And that’s when you realize something’s gone terribly wrong. 

“Hello, kid. I’ve been expecting you” A plump standing figure greets you, white makeup on his face, wearing a colorful outfit with red and white stripes, striped squirt, and high heel shoes, holding a gigantic lollipop. He gives you a bright smile full of completely white teeth. 

“Candymaster.” you speak his name, taking a defensive stance. __________  If you want to read more: My Fanfiction: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero    DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

#fallen hero: rebirth #Ash #fallen hero spoilers #fanfiction #Petty hero #fallen hero

[chaniters]

Masked

Fifth Ash short, getting on a mask for the first time, and any mask will do! Also, first heroics!

Follow up to the last fic (Homesick)

No specific warnings

Spoilers for Fallen Hero Retribution.  ___________

“So how much for this one?” he asks, going over the many necklaces in the box and taking one. 

The owner tells him the price, and he puts it back, moving his hand to pick another… and there. There is the moment where his pinkie and his ring fingers snatch another, a small cross, hiding it from view. There is something intriguing about his method, just pure sleight of hand. A simple trick and nothing else, that’s all it takes.

The shop owner doesn’t realize what’s going on. You’re not even helping, it’s all Morgan doing this. Your role is to distract, talking about your imaginary girl that’s going to be so happy, while your uncle Morgan, helps you buy her jewelry so you won’t get scammed. 

In the end, you buy nothing, but the cross is still in Morgan’s pocket. 

“Well done kid, for someone so quiet you really talked that guy’s ears off!” he laughs walking alongside you. 

“Just some chit-chat,” you say. You could keep doing it for hours if you needed to. Providing distractions is your most basic training “What’s next?”

“Now we sell this little baby here, and maybe we get us hm… 200? Maybe 250? I’ll let you have a 30% cut this time because you were so good, how about that?”

“That’s more than fine you say,” trying to smile a bit. He expects you to be happy, so you have to act happy and smile. 

“We can get us a motel if we keep this up! Off the streets, as long as we can!” 

You nod, lightly, letting him go on and on with his plans. It was nice to pretend to have an uncle, if only for a few moments. 

“There’s a guy over at Richie’s, we’ll let him see the cross, and…”

You keep walking, but then notice he’s not following, and turn his way.

“Morgan?” 

He doesn’t answer, staring at something in the distance. A quick scan and you realize something’s off… he’s not the only one that’s standing still…

At least 10 people have stopped what they were doing, eyes lost in the horizon.

Something’s definitely going wrong and…

“You look strong. Take this!” a guy wearing a weird blue robe cape, and yellow gloves says shoving a bag into your hands. On his head, a white mask with a purple spiral painted on its front, and a hood covering the rest. “Come on take it!” he says pressing a gloved hand to his mask.

You do as told, confused more than anything. 

“Follow me” he calls, and instantly, everyone starts marching behind him… and of course, you follow. What is going on?!

“Psst… Morgan” you elbow him, to no avail. He doesn’t respond at all. 

Enemy telepaths can be just as sneaky as yourself. You will not notice them if they are targeting someone else. So remember, ALWAYS  look for signs on others! 

Her words from training come to life with a scan, trying to figure out if this is what you think…

And of course, there it is… A compulsion, pressed against their minds, so frantic that you completely blocked is, thinking it was just a trail of loose hysterical thoughts bouncing against your shields. He’s literally screaming into their minds as loud as he can, telling them to do as he says…

Everything you learned not to do, he is doing. These people will remember being manipulated, will remember the voice of the one who did it, and they will become useless the moment they are let go…

You would have probably ended up recycled if you had ever been this sloppy. Makes you mad.

The man’s little caravan of the damned marches on towards the general bank… and the guards themselves begin to join the group.

Shit.

You start walking slower, and slower, letting others go ahead, until you are out of formation, hiding your face from the cameras, until you manage to hide behind one of the columns inside the bank, next to a mother and her kid doing the same. The kid’s wearing a ranger mask, you don’t remember which.

There’s a big commotion as he starts his robbery, with several of his controlled followers locking the doors behind them.

“So, the name’s Overlord, and I heard you people were fixing your dampeners today, so I decided to show up, how about that?” he laughs. “Now everybody, be still! STILL, I SAY!” he orders with a mental command, freezing everyone in place. 

Morgan and the others begin bagging the money from the cashiers and all you can do is watch, because you don’t have a plan and you don’t know what should you do…

You could just wait it out. Hide and wait until it ends, because this is none of your business… You could just walk out afterward.

But that would mean leaving Morgan under this madman’s control. His control is pathetic, and he is forcing them too hard… he is hurting them.

The mother holds her kid close, shielding him from what’s happening…

“I’m going to need this,” you say taking the mask from him.

“Are you going to be like Anathema?” he asks. 

“We’ll see,” you say walking over as the mother pulls him from you. 

“Hurry up, I don’t have all day!” Overlord yells

“Hey,” you say tapping his shoulder.

“What the…” 

He starts turning, just in time to get your fist to the face. The mask breaks to pieces, leaving him confused. You follow it up with an uppercut to his stomach, leaving him breathless, and finally kick him down. 

“Release these people,” you ask, in a calm tone, standing tall above him. 

He crawls back, looking at your mask with a bloodened face, pieces of the mask still falling off.

“And who the hell are you supposed to be?!”

“Release these people now” you repeat, not going to answer stupid questions from this human. 

“Oh, you release them, if you can! SHOOT HIIM!” 

The mind-controlled guards move forward, guns in hand…

Shit.

You pull their aims slightly off to the left, and sidestep a few times to the right, letting them empty their ammunition each time, repeating it to the right… left…Right...

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Overlord struggles to stand up, but the four guards are out of ammo, leaving you a clear way to walk over and kick him down again. 

“Release them now”

“KEEP SHOOTING AT HIM!” he repeats, but you place your foot on his neck, as the guards keep pulling the trigger on their empty guns at you. 

“You do know you have to actually order them to reload, no?” you ask, disgusted by this man’s amateur approach to telepathy. 

“Who are the fuck are you?!” 

“You asked for it,” you say, bringing down your fist down on his face again. You can see teeth flying over the floor this time, and his concentration shatters, everyone around you holding their heads in confusion. 

“You can’t… do this…” he gasps.

But you’re done talking, thus you bring down your first once more, leaving him out cold. 

Nobody moves, everyone still confused after his control broke, so you walk up to one of the guards, who cowers pathetically, but you just take his handcuffs, and bind Overlor’ds hands behind his back. 

The kid in the back, the one whose mask you took starts clapping, along with a few other clients that weren’t controlled. 

You don’t pay attention to that, walking straight up to Morgan, grabbing him by the arm, and pulling him to the exit. 

“Let’s go,” you say. 

“Oof.. my fucking head… at least we got some money out of it,” he says in a lower tone, showing you the moneybag he was gathering from the cashier. 

You look down, snatching it from his hands, and tossing it at the guards.

“What?!” he asks

“We’re leaving” you don’t need the police looking for you later because the cameras show them your friend forgot to return the bank’s money. 

“Why did you do that?!” he keeps yelling as you come out onto the streets, where a few patrol cars are beginning to arrive. 

“Because it was reckless and you would have been caught”

“You’re a coward!” he says pushing you away. “You’re a loser, with those powers you have, it should have been you robbing that bank!” 

“... listen, Morgan, we couldn’t just…” 

“I don’t care! You’re on your own from now on kid! I don’t need some loser on my tail!” he yells walking away. 

“Morgan…”

“Get lost!” 

You watch him go, getting lost among the crowd that’s starting to surround the Bank.

You knew this was going to happen, but somehow It’s… 

It’s…

You don’t even know what this feeling is. You’re not supposed to have feelings in the first place, but you can’t help it in here, surrounded by them.

It’s just another human who got tired of you, nothing special. Why did you expect Morgan to be any different?

They’re all the same, and you’ve always been on your own, so nothing’s changed, you say to yourself, rubbing the wetness of your eyes as you walk back to the bridge, to get your stuff before he returns from selling the cross and steals it all. 

You read his mind, so you know without a doubt that he was already planning to do so as he walked away. 

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The video is playing on a loop, with the guards shooting, and the masked guy sidestepping them, over and over. 

“Am I seeing this right…? Did he just start dodging bullets?”

“Totally seems like he did. Jealous much, Marshall?”

“Nah… but I can’t stop watching it… it’s just… too sexy. Look at those moves!”

“It does have a certain rhythm to it, no? Wait here, I’ll go get Sentinel, he’s got to see this!” __________ If you want to read more: My Fanfiction: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero    DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

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[chaniters]

Identity

Some soft ChargeStep I wrote. 

It’s all spoilers for book 2, so read only if you’re ok with that!

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Fingers rub your left arm, going up and all the way to your shoulder, where they give a soft squeeze. Gentle, perhaps too gentle. Ricardo’s still trying to convince himself that you won’t break in pieces. That would make one of you if he did.

His arm wraps around you, pulling you back slightly against his chest. A kiss on the back of your forehead, and you can feel his warm breath on your hair, making your skin tingle.

Memories flock to your brain. Many bad, but others... Others just recall entire nights where you anticipated this moment. Where you thought about speaking up, telling him the truth, let him into your world, only to fall to frustration and go to sleep in tears. It was always too dangerous. You were always too afraid. It’s still dangerous. Is this what gets you both killed?

Tears… His fingers caress your check and then stop, startled at the wetness of his fingertips. You close your eyes hard.

“Cyrus are you crying?”

You don’t answer, because he already knows the answer.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he asks.  

Why not? You tried lying all along and he still caught up to you in the end. Maybe you could start with a clean slate.

“I just…” you start, before realizing there’s a lot of things you could say, explain, complain about or just plain let him hear about. You could tell him anything right now, and he would listen.

Shit. He waits for you to continue.

“You can tell me anything” he goes on, reading your mind again. Perhaps you should just surrender.

“I’m sorry. I’ll keep it together” you say rubbing your eyes. “Not crying anymore, see?” you say turning to face him and giving him your best effort at a smile.

“It’s ok, Cyrus. It’s ok to cry.”

“It’s not ok. At least not for me.

“Not for you? Alright… well, you could talk to me about it. That often helps.”

“You wouldn’t get it. It’s… not that It’s a secret. You just never had the same problems as me.”

“Well you could let me try ‘get it’. I’ve got a good imagination,” he says, looking at you with that infuriating confidence again.

“Fine. I’m not supposed to cry. Maybe that’s been my problem all along”

“Seriously? Tearing up doesn’t seem like it’d make it to the top twenty of your list I’d say”

“Not crying” you sigh. “Feeling. I’m not human Ricardo.”

“But you are. And you think feeling’s a problem?” he smiles running his hand over your arm. “I always thought of it as a definitive advantage”

“I am not... human” you groan pushing his hand aside. “See? I told you, you wouldn’t get it.”

“Ok maybe not but… let’s … pretend for a minute that I agree. That you’re not human. What then?”

“Then I have no business having these feelings… these… emotions. Why did they have to make a robot that cries?” you say struggling to explain it. “Why did they have me understand colors and then tell me I was only going to be drawn in shades of gray for the rest of my life?”

“...huh” he says giving you an odd look.

“... what?” you ask with a frown.

“Is that why you were wearing that fashion crime when I first met you?”

“Eh?” you ask confused.

“Don’t you remember? You had all the primary colors and non-matching sportswear and climbing gear,… I thought you were colorblind for the longest time. Called you Highlighter-boy”

“Oh. I.. hadn’t… really thought about it that way”

“See? Always find something new about yourself when talking to others about shit”

“Maybe.” you concede

“I don’t know why they gave you feelings Cyrus. But that’s what makes you different. That’s what makes you human.”

“You keep saying that But I’m not… I didn’t ask to be made like a human. I didn’t ask for any of it! I kept thinking all of this happened for a reason, but what if there’s no reason. What then? I would have been fine if I didn’t have to deal with any of this shit. I never asked to be made at all!”  You say, instantly regretting it. His breathing stops. Shit, you had to go there again. You know how that makes him feel and yet you still…

“You know… that’s a very human thing to say. We’re all looking for a reason to exist just as you are. I think you are one of mine”

Deep breaths. Of course, he would know how to turn it around.

“I shouldn’t be anyone’s reason for anything. You’re just going to be disappointed in me...Don’t you get tired of being wrong all the time?”

“Never. Not until you agree with me”

“I don’t know if that’s ever going to happen. Or if anyone will see it that way. I know what I am”

“I don’t care. Still in love with you, even if you keep going circles around it. If you’re really a robot, you’re pretty terrible at it”

“Guess it can’t be helped then,” you say waving a white flag. “You’re a terrible human, bringing me to your bed.”

“See? We’re both terrible. That’s one more thing we have in common”

You groan while he laughs at your stupid face.

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[chaniters]

Masquerade

The next part of @kruk-art‘s Awan Cormac fic.  Writing the final parts of this finally!

Infiltrating GeniTech’s party, the rangers attempt to change the board’s mind about the riot, but things on the inside aren’t as calm as they initially seem. 

Spoilers ahead for Rebirth, as usual. 

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You glance nervously to your left, as a whole platoon of soldiers clad in articulated carapace armors scrambles through the corridors ahead of you.

In your mind, GeniTech’s Arcology is now the Trojan fortification, the rioters are the greek, and the lot of you are a an improvised rebellious third party refusing to let history repeat itself, hidden inside the wooden horse Ortega asked you to build. All you can do is hope it won’t get burnt before crossing the gate.  

“You’re clear.” the guard announces. “Excuse me for the delay, we didn’t think anyone would be joining this late… especially with what’s happening…”

Ortega watches him without a word, before putting his mask back on. 

“...Enjoy the party” the guard states drily, opening the gate. 

All of you walk past, putting your masks back on, not stopping until the elevator’s doors close. It quickly fires upwards, taking you to the upper floor, where GeniTech’s Halloween celebration takes place. 

“Well done everyone,” Ortega says when it seems no guards are listening. 

Elyise disabled the dampeners, Steel used your scrambler to deactivate their retinal scan and you made them think you were legitimate party guests and that everything was in order. Anathema added fake zippers and other details to your suits so they have a Halloween-costume flair to them.   

This would have been pretty standard infiltration were you still at the farm, but it’s blowing your mind for completely different reasons.  Most humans wouldn’t know what to say to their creator if that even existed. That’s no dilemma for you, though.  The farm might have assembled you, but GeniTech came up with the very idea of you. What would you say to them, the people who invented you? What would you even…-

“Be on alert everyone,” you say coming back to earth. “Steel, will use his scanners to find board members. Elyise will deactivate the scramblers in the area one at a time. The rest, distract them with conversation until Ortega can get into position, and then…” you go on explaining. 

You suggested using your powers to change the Boards mind and let the people take refuge in the Arcology, but, it was Ortega who came up with this infernal plan. You have to admit it was a really good one. You still suggested a ton of changes needed for it to actually work, and the Marshall ended up putting you in charge in return. Steel’s glare made It’s painfully obvious everyone now knows you’ve got more experience with covert operations than any of them suspected, a point you had been trying to conceal, but that can’t be helped. 

“We’re here. Remember, mingle and wait for Steel’s word. Ready, Marshall?” you ask looking to Ortega, who gives a quick nod, giving this operation the go signal.

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“...We appreciate power

I'll evade the human race, putting makeup on my face…”

You being you, the lyrics are frankly disturbing. At least that’s all you can think as you turn your back on the live band, broadcast via a hologram on the stage.

You take a drink from a passing waiter and walk up to the glass wall. The sight is magnificent from atop the central spire of the arcology, even obscured as it is now, possibly to diminish the sight of the fires and the approaching riot.  As Ortega Explained, Halloween has a different meaning for the genecorps. They created superheroes and their worship. These parties are an occasion to dress up as their creations, bask in their glory, and the profits they bring. There are posters of all of GeniTechs’ sponsored heroes on the walls. Even with the dampeners online, you can almost feel the gigantic egos of everyone inside.

It’s easy to understand why won’t they just call off the party from up here. This whole building is a pharaonic monument to their vanity and pride, and they won’t let Psychopathor, the public or anyone else get in their way. They own the west coast and will prove their power to anyone who dares interfere. If there has to be a war, they have the guns, soldiers and the technology to win it. They will put the rabble back in their place, or at least that’s what they think will happen. 

These people are loaded to a degree you hadn’t even considered could exist.  Their impossibly expensive costumes are sometimes better than those worn by some actual heroes you’ve met. There is an Owl walking by that has a reactive armor piece that the original could never afford. You saw someone wearing your own hero persona in a skintight armored nanomesh that could have taken bullets as if they were candy. She scoffed at your own, by comparison, shoddy suit, leaving you with all manner of questions. 

Are you the knockoff here?!

“Big party, huh?” someone says, holding a drink next to you. “First time to an event like this”

You turn to see The Void, drinking a colored shot next to you, only his lips visible with the mask partially pulled up.

“You too?” you say trying to strike a conversation, as you were taught to do. “I must confess, I’ve never seen a party like this before.”  

“Well, I plan to see many more like this my friend,” he says with a mischievous soft smile. “Many, many more”

As he says that, you notice many things happening at once.

First, you hear Steel on your left ear, confirming a board member is in your vicinity, which means you should pull over. Before you manage a full step back from the glass wall and this man talking to you, you can feel your thoughts relaxing and the dampeners going down. 

You expand your mind, ready to home in the GeniTech executive like a hornet… but instead realizing the man beside you is the real-

“Nath?!” you exclaim before bitting your tongue. 

“Awan?” he says spilling his drink, glowing eyes on his mask fixated onto you in shock. 

Neither of you even think, farm training actings on its own. Your hand reaches forward, trying to bend his arm backward, but knowing you’re better at judo he spins faster to avoid your grab. You took your chance and failed, and there’s no way to avoid the incoming kick that pushes you deeper into the crowd of fancy rich assholes playing armored heroes and villains. 

A false Green Blast and Ophidian both curse ruining their looks, and by the time you get free of them, The Void has banished among the other costumes. 

“Sidestep! Sidestep, come in?!” Steel’s voice in your ear becomes audible again. “We’ve got the executive! Hurry up”

“I… I just saw The Void,” you say 

“What?!” Ortega’s voice floods the channel. “Mierda, who invited that asshole?”

“ I don’t know… He was just standing there and…”

The music goes on.

“Sidestep, are you ok? You’re looking drowsy” Ortega’s question lingers in your ears.  

The room seems to be spinning with all these insane people’s minds clashing against your weak shields. You hold on to a tall table for a moment, trying to get the world back into focus. 

“I’m ok. Void distracted me, and you know I have to prepare around crowds. These people’s egos are immense, taking it all in after the dampeners went off is too much… and the music’s not helping either.”

“Awan, can you still do this?” he asks

“Yes.” you say straightening up. “I’m ok. Just needed a moment, I’m fine now.” 

“Ok… well then I say we go as planned... Everyone keep watch for The Void. We don’t know what’s he’s doing here and…” 

The music, lights, and everything seems to go off at once, along with his communication. 

Shit.

You’re not caught unaware this time and immediately switch to night vision. All the partygoers seem to be expecting something to happen. Maybe some sort of surprise?

“Use the secondary channel!” you hear Ortega’s voice again, and you quickly adjust, as everyone on the team asks what’s going on.

“Maybe it’s a surprise?” Sunstream asks “I hear these parties can go wild…”

“I don’t think so, this is all too much of a coincidence…” Sentinel says “Something is wrong, I can feel it and...”

The lights go back on, the crowd cheering as Reaper himself is now on stage, wearing his dark cloak, hood and trademark glowing spectral scythe in his left hand. Everybody loves a real legend like him, standing taller than life. 

Still, the cheers die off rather quickly, as they follow his right arm, noticing that he is strangling GeniTech’s CEO with his skeletal fingers while his white skull cackles in a decidedly macabre and less than jovial tone. The scream of pain, the skin wrinkling, the hair going white, turning into a husk, a skeleton, and then finally breaking to pieces and disintegrating… It all seems far too realistic. A few people on the front row cough as they are bathed in handfuls of the floating dust, and everyone’s deathly silent by then.

“Sentinel dear, do you ever get tired of being so fucking right?” Elyise asks tiredly.  

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The song is We Appreciate Power by Grimes, which of course I do not own.

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[chaniters]

Regina

Cyrus and a friend spend an entire day with Regina at the farm (Pre HB). Spoilers about basically everything book 1. 

Trigger: Death. ___________________________________

“Why do you need so many tests?” you ask as she extracts blood once again.

“You ask so many questions, sweetie. Aren’t you the most curious little bird in our nest?”

“I am not a bird,” you say with some certainty to the fact. 

“Oh haha… I forget how literal you all are” she says approaching your counterpart, taking blood from his arm as well. 

“I can pretend to be a bird if you like,” he says, proceeding to smile.

“Won’t be necessary darling. Now follow me, chop-chop you two. We’ll be spending the whole day together, your handler’s gone on vacations, and you’re with me for the weekend.

“What’s next?” he asks. 

“Well let’s see… First, we head over to the gym for your judo training, then the X-ray, and there’s some recreation time and snacks after that. Right after that we move on to echography, MRI and then you’re both scheduled for your monthly electroencephalograms.” she sighs “I’m sorry, it’s a test heavy day, but I’ll make it up to you two somehow...”

“It’s fine.” you both say in unison.

“That’s my boys” she smiles warmly, before leading the way as you follow in closely behind. 

The facility is huge, and there are tons of people going in different directions. You and your counterpart are both wearing completely white jumpers, like almost everyone else in here… except for the handlers who always wear black.

Regina’s a lone exception though since she gets to wear whatever she wants. She’s got a blue power suit that fits her like a glove as she guides you through in between her meetings. It’s pretty rare that she’d take the time to focus on two random young ones like you two, so you can call yourselves lucky. 

It all goes exceptionally well, as she cheers at every one of your achievements, whether they are large or small during the combat training, even cracking some jokes with the trainer who seems quite tense to have her here. 

The day goes exceptionally well, as the tests go on one after another. 

“This will be an adventure for you both! Just pretend you’re going to explore a cave, deep under the earth” she says as they lay you down to start your MRI tests.

You both follow her instructions, excited to go into this imaginary cave. 

Finally, you reach the electroencephalograms part, and doctors begin attaching the electrodes to your heads.

“Do we get to choose the movie?” you ask

“Can we?” he asks as well.

“Well I’m afraid that’s not allowed for you to choose, it’d mess up the results dear,” she says softly. 

“Aww,” you both say looking down. 

Oddly enough, she gives you both a soft look and then finally speaks again.

“Oh what the heck… I told you I would make it up, right? We can break the rule just this once?” she says smiling brightly. “You both get to choose our own movie! It doesn’t even have to be the same one! We’ve got more tv-sets!”

411 and you look at each other with mirrored grins. This is too good.

And so you get to watch your favorite movies again, laughing as they go on, while she stays by the monitors watching the electrode readings, taking some notes and making the occasional comment on what’s happening on the screen about your movie. 

It’s probably the happiest day of your lives. 

The movie ends, and the electrodes are pulled out.

“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?” she asks

“Yes! Thank you” you both say

“Now, this is a special day for you two,” she says as a lab assistant brings her some results. 

“It is?” 411 asks.

“Yes. We’re about to see if you’re ready for the next stage.”

“I’m ready” you state firmly”

“And I’m ready too!”

“It’s not that simple dearies. That’s why we need to have so many tests. We can’t let just everyone get to the next stage, can we?”

“Ahh” you nod in understanding. 

She goes on silently over the two piles of paper. One for you, one for 411. 

It takes a long while before she looks up to you. 

“Oh my… I’ve got some good news and some bad news. Which ones do you want first?”

“The good news!” you say

“Alright” she starts turning at you. “The good news, 412, is that you’re ready for the next stage. You’re 100% perfect and passed every exam. You are exactly whom we intended you to be”

You can feel yourself blush heavily at the highest praise, from Regina herself nonetheless. There’s nothing that could make a newborn happier.

“And what are the bad news?” 411 asks.

She bites her lip. “Well dear… I’m afraid to tell you, you passed every test except one”

“Oh. Is that bad?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so. Very bad. Look” she says extending a large picture. 

“See, this is part of the results from your MRI, and it’s detected a tiny tumor, very deep and hidden within your brain dear.”

“It looks really small,” 411 says

“Well it is now, yes, but our experts think it will grow. It will grow, and then you won’t be able to function correctly, you know?”

“That’s bad,” he says. “What can we do?”

“That’s the thing, there’s not much to do my love. We can’t really extract it or do anything to treat it. You’re not ready for the next phase”

“Oh,” he says, crushed. His thoughts are taken down, as if he was falling off a cliff, with all hopes crushed. You can see tears in your eyes, as he starts whimpering.

“I’m sorry!” he says crying

“Come on darling, these things happen and it’s nobodies fault. Don’t be sad please” she adds giving him a pat on his back, which helps him calm down a bit.

“What… am I going to do?” 

“Well, I was going to get there. You can’t get to the next phase as you are right now, so what do we do?”

“We try again, and never give up” he says, repeating a taught answer. 

“That’s right. We never, ever give up here at the Special Directive. We’re going to make you go back, back into the matrix dear, and you’ll be reformed, and remade, until you are perfect as the rest of your siblings.”

“T… thank you, miss Regina!” he stutters with emotion.

She smiles softly, before calling one of the handlers over her intercom, before turning to you.

“412, say goodbye to 411, and thank him for his service to the US government”

“Thank you, 411, for being a loyal newborn of our great nation. May the Matrix bring you to perfection” you say reciting the lines you were taught. There is a sense of finality to it. 411’s always been with you, he was assigned as the other part of your pair, and it’s going to take time to adjust to not having him around.  

“Thank you 412! I head back to the Matrix, loyal, and thankful for being given the opportunity to serve” he recites his answer as well, smiling overjoyed.

“Now, 412, please come over here. As you know, no one can see the Matrix until they reach the final phase” she says with a hand to your shoulder, guiding you to a seat. A handler approaches, in all black, putting a blindfold and a headset on your ears, making it all fall silent, except for the buzzing noise of the mind-dampener always at the back of your brain

You shift on your seat nervously. You want to see the matrix, but you’re forbidden to do so, and you’re a loyal newborn. You won’t…

The blindfold moves to the side slightly, uncovering your left eye. 

You didn’t mean to, but it just happened… 

You open your eye, turning to them to say something so they can adjust it back… When you see 411, standing with a similar blindfold, blissful expression on his face, as the handler points a loaded gun at him, removing the safety from a few steps away. 

You want to avert your gaze, but you can’t. Regina’s lips move, and you can read them. She’s telling the handler to do it. 

The gun goes off, and 411’s head jumps backward, blood on his forehead… before he just falls limp to the ground. 

Dead. You know what dead is, they taught you. 

The handler takes him away, and a couple of others begin cleaning the blood.

You quickly set up your blindfold straight so they won’t notice you saw anything.

It takes an eternity before Regina comes to you, removing your blindfold, thanking you for being such a patient newborn. She takes you back to the dorms, telling you she’ll be sending your new paired newborn soon so you won’t be alone. You take your dinner and then head to your bed, your mind racing as the images of what you saw keep repeating on your mind.

What if you fail an exam tomorrow? What if you’re not perfect? What if you have a tumor, like 411 did? What then?

You can’t allow that. You have to be perfect. 

Your life depends on it. 

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[chaniters]

Ortega’s Week of Hell!

Sidestep needs his sleep, and will stop at nothing to get it. Also, I keep adding two titles because of reasons. 

(Broken Window Theory.)

Ortega’s week of hell!

Monday.

Your hiding spot reeks so badly... and you’ve been here for half an hour longer than you expected.  You want to get out. But you'r determined to follow through with this. Your life, your sleep and your sanity are at stake. This far, no further.

He's late. Why? Did something happen ? You curse your luck that you can't read his mind. It's unusual, but hardly your first time.  Your trainers gave you a very long list of reasons why your telepathy might not work. You haven't yet figured what's the correct checkbox for this one.

Oh. And there he is. 

You see his car turning the corner, then stopping at the street light. You've timed this. He HAS to stop at the street light, it's just how the sequence goes.  

OK. It's now or never. You are ready.

You bolt upwards pushing the lid of the dumpster open, and hop off onto the pavement, then start a fast sprint. You've only got a few seconds.... 

You see him rocking his head lightly. He must be listening to music on the radio.

You focus all your training... your anger... your force of will... your sleepless nights... all of it goes into the flying brick.

"CRASH!" The glass explodes as the brick goes trough the back row's left window. 

"Hey what the gives?!" 

He stops the engine and the driver's door opens. He gets off and looks at the damage, then at you. But he can't see your face.

You'r covered in mountainwear. A red snowboarding jacket, mirrored green googles, blue gloves, black boots, yellow pants and a white balaclava. 

They never let you wear colors back at the farm. You like colors.

"What the fuck did you do to my car...? Hey.. Hey i'm talking to you!" he keeps yelling as you start to sprint again "Hey! "

He chases you. You know he's definitely stronger, but you'r faster. And you have an escape plan. You focus your mind and make the bus driver stop and open the door at the precise moment. 

You hop in... and it drives away at full speed. You can see him swearing at you in the distance. He knows some colorful words. Actually breaks a smile from you.

Hopefully he will find the note tied to the brick.

"Mr. Molotov will rob Kyffany's jewelry store at Wilfire Bvd. and Romeo street today between 6 and 8 pm." Written in letters you cut from magazines and newspapers. 

..... later that night. ......

You watch the news on the old tv.

"Good evening! My Name is Mia Ochoa, here live in Los Diablos! We are currently with Charge, Marshal of the Rangers, who just frustrated Mr. Molotov's last heist. The Villain is still at large, but his plan was foiled when Charge....” *click* You turn the Tv off.

“FUCK!” He didn’t catch him?!?!

Not 20 minutes later you hear the door slam upstairs. You can sense his mind. He's furious. Humiliated. He doesn't waste time and turns on the drill again. And he starts hammering more metal pieces... he's going to work all night on his suit... No more sleeping for you. Fuck.

Tuesday.

“CRASH!”

“NOT AGAIN! YOU! STAY RIGHT THERE! DON’T YOU RUN COWARD!”

“Mr. Molotov escaped once more on a stolen car, after Charge foiled his plot to rob the bank this morning...” *click*

Wednesday.

“CRASH” 

“THAT BELONGED TO MY GRANDFATHER ! I’M GONNA GET YOU FOR THIS!”

“Charge seems to be always one step ahead of the Villain, who barely managed to elude the police after he being beaten repeatedly by the hero.” *click*

Thursday.

“CRASH”

“NO... No no no... this isn’t happening... WHY! Hey why.. why won’t you speak to me?”

“ Witnesses say he dived into a truck carrying manure that just passed under the high road, and that when he got off,  one of his bombs detonated causing an explosion of sh... .” *click*

Friday.

“THUNK” Woops.. you missed

“OOOOW! My arm..!”

“Villain was humiliated by Charge once more, but he still wasn’t...” *click*

Saturday

“SPLASH”

“You little bastard! IS this fun to you? Huh? Yeah, you have nothing to say? Yeah.. just run away like you always do...!” You escape as he yells from inside his swimming pool.

“Villain fell three stories to escape Charge who had fought him to a standstill...” *click*

Sunday

You raise your hand... take aim ... and... what ? Someone holds your arm.

You turn in a swift movement... It’s Charge... he sneaked up behind you.

“Will you please... stop?” he pleads.

You look at him through your googles. Then you look at your brick.

He lets go of your arm.

You offer him the brick.

He studies you for a few seconds, and finally smiles.

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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

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