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[Healing Wrath]

𝓒𝓗𝓐𝓩...𝓗𝓐𝓡𝓡𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓣𝓞𝓝

Where :: Shed > Horse pen ¤ With :: Near Gene, Cody, Jessie, Izzy and Colton> Alone ¤ Outfit :: Knowledge with a Body
Equipment :: N/A ¤ Injuries :: None

The shed seemed tiny with how cramped it was though it wasn’t the smallest building on sight. It was the clutter the shed contained that made it appear small. The next thing he recalled before his attention was consumed by his surroundings was his last name being called as if he were back in the old day before the world were ruled by the undead or if he were an elderly gentleman. Turning around to see it none other then the blonde woman who was feline in nature he quirked a brow. Curiosity rang through him as the woman never truly showed any interest in interacting with him but to be fair he had never showed any interest either. "Yes? How may I help you?”

The way she stalked over was almost like a tiger stalking its prey. It was quite menacing. If he was truly honest he didn’t socialize with the woman because she was not very people person material. He found her too cocky in nature and it was off putting. As the words started to fly out of her mouth and looks were exchanged with his friendly acquaintance he shook his head in disappointment. The woman was truly a fool if he wasn’t going to pick up on her small hints of mockery. Though he played the charade and smiled along."No, I have important thing to contribute to the community Gene. He knew he was well valued to the King himself as he had more to provide then just brute and stealth. He was thankful to have a leader such as himself to appreciate brains as most people did not. "Good luck.”

And with that he was on his way. Having nothing more to say to the woman. It wasn’t worth his time to ponder why people would be of sorts. So, keeping on with his day would be best. Sending a friendly wink over towards the teenagers who were never seen too astray from the woman in question as a kindred greeting and departure as his hands were full with a box he was there and gone with no more words for exchange. The box contained cut pieces of wood, a hammer and nails. The older male planned on building an extension for the horses feeding area. What better place for inspiration of his work but by the horse’s pen. They would go out there in the day, the barn was their resting spot for the night. Sitting down on the ground in the fresh air as the sun started to rise busying his hands getting to work. Surely the horses would appreciate more room for their tucker during the day and then he could move onto extensions in the barn for their nightly festivals. And maybe something for Shiva. Depending how long his duties took him seeing as though chores were still required to keep the community in functioning state. A small smile formed on his lips as he whistled to himself as he worked.




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[Healing Wrath]

𝓢𝓐𝓜𝓐𝓡𝓐...𝓖𝓞𝓜𝓔𝓩

Where :: Secret basement room ¤ With :: No one ¤ Outfit :: Queen bee
Equipment :: Hook Knife ¤ Injuries :: None

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[Healing Wrath]

𝓑𝓔𝓒𝓒...𝓦𝓨𝓝𝓣𝓔𝓡

Where :: Under a bridge near mass of water > Roadway ¤ With :: Parker > Alone ¤ Outfit :: Huntress
Equipment :: Bow & (25) Arrows, Axe, Glock 40, Map, Old Backpack {Ring, Walkman, Blanket, Water bottle (empty), Torch, x4 Jerky sticks, Tinned beans} ¤ Injuries :: None

A map of Virginia definitely would come in handy to one when surroundings became a blur, directions were meaningless without a destination. The mention of GPS almost made her burst out in laughter, the mere thought of one carrying a useless lump of junk now when there was really no way of charging it anymore unless you had a vehicle to begin with and those were scarce ones that worked, ones with petrol, ones with mobile tires. The works. Humor was lacking these years, but some so minor seemed to get her for some reason. The last time she had ever used a GPS was her trip to Las Angelus airport from this god forsaken motel she had the inconvenience at last minute requiring. Thankfully it had only been a night, a long night of no slumber. Shrugging her shoulder as she eyed the male from her peripheral vision. At least he had a map to have any sort of direction, regardless of being restricting. "Well Parker, At least you found a map. It’s better than nothing." A small mutter of displeasure escaped her as she came to a halt once the sound of water crashing against a surface graced her ears. Shivers pulsated throughout her body from joy. Hydration and a bath at last. Taking a kneel beside the male to amuse him. Not that at their distance their positioning would do much. Narrowing her lids peering through lashes at the undead blocking the roadway. That would have been the perfect crossway but the long route it would have to be if she wished to get anywhere. Being within the same area for months Becc was aware how dry sources were in the area and how populated with the dead it was. A ne horizon, hope of resources in abandon buildings maybe across the way crossed her mind. "They sink. Fast. They stay on the waters bottom but can still move, doesn’t mean they aren’t a threat in the water." She debated. Having witnessed first hand how some undead tried following fresh meat into waters they couldn’t manage, only to wash up on shore hours later. The survivor had not escaped the waters unscathed, a bite embedded into their flesh just around the achilleas tendon. Remembering how it looked as if it were a piranha bite, mangled.

"They always find a way to kill… Even if they are mindless things. It’s what they know best, besides eating." It was emotionlessly stated as if no remorse would be spared for one’s loss. Detached from one’s emotions for anyone else’s feelings was what came with the package of being alone for a long time. Becc wouldn’t realize if she had offended the man, her bluntness was just who she had become. This world molded one into being who they needed to be to survive the wild. Or die. Walking down a small slope towards the large water source brown hues flickered across the surface of the lightly colored aquamarine. Exhaling The woman shrugged off her pack, unsheathed her bow and stocked quiver. Keeping her climbing axe attached to her belt Becc cautiously took a step forward toward the water. Kneeling down so her fingertips could dance just above the surface of the chilling water a spine tingling shiver ran through her. Well she couldn’t complain. Turning back around opening her pack she retrieved her bottle and filled it to the brim, drinking it, refilling it and drank half of that, having to refill it once more before putting the bottle away. Feeling her stomach slightly protrude from the liquid intake she was now stratified. Time to cleanse her clothing and herself. Walking into the water fully clothed until she was shoulder deep. Bringing the water up to splash her face the petite woman leaned back to rinse her hair her hair also. The man’s voice broke the silence. The bathing seemed to not be a quiet separate thing after all. Getting her feet firmly planted into the waterbed bottom as brown hues gazed in his direction shaking her head indifferent. "I was a journalist. Nothing special… But I liked what I did." The woman didn’t like opening up, relaying who she was, the past was the past. Remembering it was never going to make time reverse. No matter how much she would pray for it. "I can already assume what kind of career you were in." Gesturing with a nod towards the camo vest she then arched a brow his direction. His mannerisms seemed to still be in the line of duty. Didn’t seem like it was a scavenged goods. Turning away the woman walked out of the water pressing the excess water out of her ponytail and started with her clothing. Removing her boots and raining them. Removing her pants and smacking them against the nearest tree then hanging them up on the branch. Nothing else however was being removed, she felt bare enough as it were. Looking through her pack waiting for time to tick by and that it did, she just pretended to look for something. It was enough time, grabbing her pants and shimming them back onto her lithe frame and slipping her feet into those thick boots she looked over at the man taking her next actions carefully. Sitting down between both of their luggage Becc threw his shirt at the man who still resided in the water.

"Usually parade half naked for so long?" Hand delicately doing it’s deed, retrieving what she wished without having to look she switched hands transferring it to her own possessions. Picking up her pack slinging it over one shoulder, holstering her quiver and equipping her bow the woman took a step away. "Well it was a pleasure to meet you. Thanks for everything." Keeping her facial features blank, void of anything. She parted with a nod and walked away taking long strides until she was out of sight. Once she was out of the man’s line of vision she started running. That map was hers now, she needed it more then him. Panting by the time she reached a fallen tree the petite frame came to unsteady state, her legs giving out. If the woman had to estimate it would have to be seven kilometers. Choosing to take a seat on the large tree Becc pulled out the map and looked over the charted area. If only she had a pen. Marking the places she had been would help her a lot. Muscles wore weak from the lengthy activity, mind preoccupied. Usually there is a sound, a warning. The blades of grass surrounding the fallen trunk in itself could have been an alarm. It was a flash, like a bright light there and gone. Hands clasped around her leg. Fumbling for her climbing pick she unhooked it from her belt and swung it down into the back of the undead’s softened cranium. Had it crawled out from the hollow of the tree? It certainly caused an acceleration in her heartrate. It took her awhile to kick the walker away from her, as she did. Brown hues noticed blood. Not the usual darker liquid. Fresh. Tilting her leg to the side to her horror there was a large wound. A chunk of flesh missing. Frozen in shock the woman wide eyed sat there feeling her skin crawl. In all her days alone she had never had been caught off guard, never had an incident like this. Though the day she ran into another survivor and interacted with them for the first time in years. This befell her.

As eyes mystified the woman unholstered her climbing axe in a desperation and started hacking away at flesh, trying to proceed through bone. Lower lip bleeding as teeth restricted movement of the mouth. Screams muffled as every downfall of the axe crashed into her limb just below the knee. Crimson pouring out of a large wound. It was hope less, and the woman knew it. However desperation could grab ahold of anyone. The strongest even. Shoulders slumped in defeat as blood flooded from the wound, sobs escaped her. Crimson cased all her things as they were splayed around her. Ruined everything in her pack, the map, even her the string of her bow and her arrows. Sobs escaped her. Tears trickled down in various patterns of her tanned cheeks. She was dying. But she didn’t wish to be one of the things she despised so. Brown hues clouded by sorrow looked at her escape. In a weakened state the woman reached out for her bag, unzipping the top and rummaging inside. Once her fingers delicately brushed against the metallic death bringer. Becc brought it to her chest attempting to compose herself, she couldn’t allow herself to transform into a rotter. Being a mindless killer. The ones that killed her family and many other innocents. The brunette shook her head as if silently agreeing with herself. Before the petite woman weak from blood loss passed out she did what she knew was right. Bringing the glock to her temple, finger on the trigger, taking a big breath in as tears trickled down and her vision began to disappear. BAM. The gun went off. A bullet to the temple, to end her life before she could harm anyone as a rotter. A brave woman to the very end.




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[Healing Wrath]

𝓜𝓞𝓘𝓡𝓐...𝓡𝓞𝓢𝓔

Where :: By the gate > Cam+Anik's house ¤ With :: Audrey, Cameron, Anik, group > Cameron and Anik ¤ Outfit :: Brainy Secrets
Equipment :: None ¤ Injuries :: None (Does a broken heart count?)

Was it naivety that clouded the jade hues probing her face? The freckled Brit seemed always came across as a pleaser. It was just the kindred nature of the male. However, Moira did not like fellow Alexandrian’s being lured into the newer group’s false kindness. The representation of them were almost like a venomness snake ready take your life when you least expected it. Coiling around the windpipes, injecting the victim with venom and watching them suffer. They had no regard for other’s wellbeing’s more specifically the original group of the community. The same lightly glimmering hues that flickered in the early light visibly showed weariness. If it weren’t for the slight discolorment of skin around the eyes and puffy underlining the hues would give indication enough of the lack of sleep the man had been without. Excitement and anticipation like a child on Christmas eve. With a quirked brow the woman assessed the man’s reaction, thankful to her interjection. Being the practice target for mockery couldn’t be good for the self esteem. The Brit handled himself well, coy but he didn’t flee or allow anger to possess him. It was a friendly version of a schoolyard. The quiet ones were always an easy target. But at least in this situation it was light and not bullying. His thank you was truly not needed, Moira had a soft spot for the quieter survivors as she could relate to them. Alexandrians had to stick together. "Anytime." Smile widening across pale features. Offering to be one’s buffer in awkward situations, In these days you needed as many friends as possible. Alexandrian’s were friends to Moira, she saw them in a good light. It seemed however her next question in regards to his constant companion caused inner conflict. They were often seen attached at the hip, they were like each other’s second appendage.

What was processing through the male’s mind? It was obvious the gears were speeding up as if he were trying to think of an answer. It truly wasn’t a difficult question. Unless something happened between the two? The flaming haired woman felt as if she just swallowed her foot, the awkwardness radiating from the male had risen. Azure hues shifted away from the male’s puzzled features opting to look over at the greenery central to the community. It was an attraction to the Alexandrian’s. A pond central to the greenery, not too far from the pond was a sheltered bench to watch the water and reflect on whatever you needed to. It was like a small park within the walls of their community, peaceful. Only moments before she’d been there with her ‘crush’. The man who had strung her along, made her swoon, all she wanted was his happiness. But Moira was just a doormat. Spencer had finally maned up, telling her his feelings. Not what she desired to hear, it burnt when it met her eardrums. The man had left an emptiness within her. Looking away from the park with a now bad memory to loom over her head like a personal raven cloud spewing rain drenching her. Softly sighing the woman’s azure hues met the freckled slender face once the man’s voice graced her ears. Yes. It took that time to get that response? It escaped the man somewhat conflicting as if it were not the only reason but definitely his most prominent reasoning for idly waiting by. Nodding as if she were confirming her assumptions he was waiting for his second skin. The attachment of his response got a sharp nod. At first she had no words to respond. Was Cameron growing attached to these people? Sure Maggie and Glenn were the likable ones but waiting on them, seemed more friendly. "You’re right. They’ll probably stay there."

Having shifted the conversation, the woman rested her hands atop her head. "It was never specified. When I heard I was thinking it would be farm animals. Could have a few dogs, that would be nice." Moira couldn’t help but bite the lower of her lip to hold back the grimace that so desired to display at the thought of traveling in a compact vehicle with, them. This was Moira’s home. Having been here since the early days she felt obliged to stay, honoring their lost, thriving the community and she felt safe here. Somewhat. Lips parting to vocalize she couldn’t leave the community she called home only to see the man’s demeanor perk up from a five to one hundred. The grumble of an engine met her ears. Turning around to see between the finely woven mesh was the large vehicle that the group left in. Taking a few steps away from the gate as her male companion seemed to spring out of his chair just to reach the gate’s lock. Fumbling with it to open it as quickly as possible. No doubt he had been thriving for their return. As Cameron closed the gate azure hues narrowed as the survivors filed out of the vehicle. However they softened as their flat demeanors were prominent. Long faces, puffy eyes, pale as ghosts. Pushing her grudge and distaste aside for the group as concern creeped up upon her slender shoulders. What had happened? Did Maggie die? Did the child die? The pregnant woman’s Korean mate was not among the group either. A shiver ran down her spine. Something was not right, it seemed worst then what her mind could conclude. A knot formed within her stomach. Standing behind Cameron as she didn’t know what else to do but oblige with his protection. The fiery haired woman’s azure hues widened as Nik had stepped out and soon crumbled within and exteriorly. The attached Brit rushed to his aid, Moira following suit but keeping her distance not wanting to overwhelm the foreign male. Nik looked just has worn as the rest of them. The thousand questions that lurched from Cameron’s mouth left her within a daze, gawking at each individual who looked as if they were tortured. It was the woman who responded, the brunette who had taken a sniper role within the community, one of them. The explanation that unfolded left Moira frozen. Anik added to this, azure hues peering down at the man. A new group? Were they in trouble? Nausea dominated her stomach. They were in danger. People were dying to them. The quiet woman kneeled down after the shared affectionate moment between Cameron and Anik to help the latter stand. The moment shared was supposedly understandable, comfort she assumed. Didn’t matter at that moment. Right now they needed to get Anik away from the swarming attention. Words did not breach her lips, nor could they be processed within her usual intellectual self. Shakily exhaling the woman only moved when Cameron was ready to whisk Anik to their home. Sharing the foreign male’s weight, less most likely. Azure hues blankly gazed ahead. The inability to speak was if she were mute. Too much worry was being processed within that mind of hers. When they reached the steps, slowly making their way up two steps and across the porch, the trio paused at the door for the British male to open the white wooden entrance. Awkwardly maneuvering through the threshold Moira tapped the door with the soul of her boot to barricade them away from the rest of the community. Guiding Anik to the dining room the two other Alexandrian’s managed to get him comfortable.

Moira moved towards the kitchen in a fluid manner. Looking through the cabinets for a glass, once achieved she turned on the kitchen faucet for some cold water. Turning it off once full to the rim the woman moved slowly back to the dining room placing the glass in front of the ghostly male. Life drained from him, it was haunting just to witness one in such a state. Especially now with being briefly filled in on the events they endured outside Alexandria.




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[Healing Wrath]

𝓑𝓔𝓢𝓢𝓘𝓔...𝓦𝓐𝓡𝓡𝓔𝓝

Where :: Gas station > Road ¤ With :: Everyone ¤ Outfit :: Here
Equipment :: 9mm, Backpack : Bottle of Water, Clothes, two watches, English for Dummies, Vocabulary for Dummies + Charlie's backpack ¤ Injuries :: Bruised abdomen

So, they had their escape. It was just a waiting game now. Each minute that ticked by her stomach grew an extra knot from anxious build up. Getting out of dodge was the only thing on her mind right now. Who would have the insanity to want to stay and make friends with all the snappers plaguing the streets? Fingers tapped rhythmically against her knee as she waited for the radio to gurgle a response from their rescuers. The plan had been organized by the other party. As soon as the plan was to jump down by the fire escape. They had transportation out of here. So, Bessie was ready to get into action. Looking at the teenager and Frenchman she gave them a small nod before following behind the two. As they approached the fire escape Bessie felt a wave of fresh adrenaline coursing through her veins. Returning to camp drove her to follow regardless of how steep the jump looked she was prepared to make the leap. The wait for their rescuers made her hand twitch in anticipation. The vehicle rounded the corner and Bessie smiled in relief. They hadn’t been lying. They were actually going to help them. Sure, she had doubt about them but they were pulling through for them. Looking toward Charles she nudged him in the elbow silently urging him to make the leap first. Jess followed. Then it was her turn. Without a second thought feet pressed against the ledge as she dropped into the bed of the truck. Feeling the support of Charles catching her, their teamwork continued right until their escape. He had earned her trust and with every right. Plopping down into the bed of the truck she dragged Charles down by his shirt then quickly grabbed onto the side of the vehicle. It had lunged to a restart and sped off. The driver was certainly making it a priority to get them all out as quickly as possible. The expert level of steering through the snappers, around streets, until the road to their freedom. As one man spoke up.

Reluctance hung around her mind though she quickly decided they owed these men. They had saved their asses when they really didn’t need to. They seemed genuine right now, they didn’t have a choice either if they wanted to return to camp in one piece. Leaning toward the cab Bessie took charge of directing the driver and passenger. "We have a camp up the roads a way. You go straight pretty much all the way. It’s not hard to miss." Pointing out the way when they grew closer to the gas station Bessie eagerly jabbed her finger as if she were pointing at a map. “Just over this hill….. and here we are. Don’t park too close, we have everything fortified. Best to park around the side.” She instructed. It was a major relief to have returned to the others. Swinging her leg over the side as the vehicle barely pulled to a halt she had already flung herself out of the bed of the truck, feet firmly greeting the stained pavement. “It might be best to leave your weapons at the door when coming in, if you want to come. You’ve earned a rest. I don’t really get the final say but I’m sure you’ll be accepted after helping us.”

Tapping the side of the truck as a parting from the two men she jogged toward the Gas station even as her stomach protested. Giving a small wave in greeting toward Sam, Amalia and Aaron. Hastily making her way through the Bus and into the Gas station. Brows furrowed when she took sight of an injured Scarlett on the floor surrounded by worried faces. Okay, that happened. Seems like things went to s**t here too. This story she would have to hear. Though her main focus had been her brother. Scanning the room until she noticed his worried form she waved toward him. The taller bigger built male stood up and came rushing toward her scooping her up into an embrace. ”You took so long I grew worried. Then the stuff here…” Bessie reached out patting his arm in a circular motion to reassure her younger brother it was alright, it would be alright. “I’m back. I always come back. As for what’s happened here. Maybe you could fill me in. But first, I got you a present.” Shrugging her bag off her shoulder she kneeled down wincing from the pain in her abdomen. A worried glance crossed over Sebastian though the petite woman waved off his worries with a flick of the wrist as if it were nothing. Unzipping the black duffel bag she rummaged around until she pulled out the matching watch. Standing upright she handed it to her brother. "Why do I need this?"

Bessie chuckled leaning over and started to fiddle with the watch. “Always good to keep track. Even if the time is wrong. And it has a stopwatch, which will be useful. You can count down how long it takes me next time.” He smiled in response thanking his sister and gently embracing her. The two began conversing something touching filled the room, a scene of reunion. Husband and father reunited with his family. One of the men that saved them within the city had family here. Elise and Elijah were overjoyed, running to the man and practically throwing themselves at the man in shock and joy. One couldn’t help but smile at the scene. Everything settled as the group returned to a ‘normal’ afternoon.


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Night had fallen, everyone was getting settled for a restful night. Enjoying one another’s company except a certain individual. Tending to Scarlett. It all seemed quiet. Though an ocean of groans flooded the air in a spine chilling moment. Bessie had been one of the first to dart to the window to see the commotion. It had to be around one hundred of the dead flocking toward the gas station. Wide eyed Bessie looked to her right where Sam had taken spot then over to the man who had been reunited with his family, Douglas if she caught his wife saying. The man new to the group but first to take initiative. Ordering everyone to grab everything and anything they could and start preparing to flee to vehicles with their things. They would be taking to the road. Without question Bessie was darting from one side of the inner station to the other gathering what she could and dropping it by the doorway for it to be stored in the Bus. As everyone was organized Bessie grabbed her brother by the sleeve and basically pushed him into the bus. Unable to concentrate until she was sure he was safe. Things were packed and people were getting into operating vehicles. Engines roared and purred to life. None of the drivers hesitated. Sitting down she clutched onto her brother’s hand looking back as the Gas station was overrun. If they had been a few seconds short they could have been all massacred. Swallowing what felt like a large ball in her throat the petite woman looked forward leaning against her brother. They had been on the road for what she would have estimated an hour before the bus was reared to a stop. Jolting her awake, having fallen asleep on her brother’s shoulder. Bessie looked around confused. Standing up in the aisle to see what was happening. The two vehicles in front of them had pulled over too. Oliver was out, seemed to be yelling at someone in the car he was in. Following a few off the yellow vehicle her brother following suit she wanted to see what all the fuss was about.





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𝓔𝓛𝓘𝓢𝓔...𝓖𝓡𝓘𝓜𝓔𝓢

Where :: Inside Gas Station > Side of road ¤ With :: Everyone ¤ Outfit :: Here
Equipment :: Knife (holstered) ¤ Injuries :: None

Things had been tense. The build up palpable, during the moments that threatened to pour over seemed to cease. It was all for the best. Scarlett was the priority right now. The various eye contact exchanged from Nellie was a reminder to not make things worse. Elise’s instinct to confront the problem was not to cause harm of the sensitive subject. It was only her protective motherly instinct kicking in. A moral compass was always nice to have. To navigate the scary world known as life, to be the best person you could possibly be. The disgust that plagued her mind and stomach didn’t subside toward the abusive husband of Scarlett’s. But she swallowed back any further impulse that could aggravate the other. Having shrunk back to her spot not too far away from Scarlett the blonde twiddled her thumbs uselessly engaging in further conversation with Nellie and Blake. Her son nearby at all times along with his friend, inseparable those two. The mother of one sat on the cool flooring thinking of how to solve this glass puzzle before voices started flooding into the Station. It was obvious without looking that the runners that darted into the city had returned. New voices, unknown ones filled the room. Elijah picked up before her that there actually was a familiar voice to them. From her peripheral vision she noticed Elijah practically leaping to the balls of his feet and taking off into a sprint. Swiveling around in her position the blonde felt her mouth agape. Her field of vision began to mist at the sight of the figure.

Even in his disheveled state she would recognize those eyes, that smile, him. At first she crawled until she could lunge herself toward her husband. Her heart aflutter. Tears spilled over with joy, happy her darkened thoughts of his fate were wrong. Arms wrapped around his shoulders sandwiching their boy between them. Pillowy lips covered the male’s face in delight, joy and longing. Lips finally connected with the familiar softness of Doug’s. They were a perfect fit to hers. Locking onto him in two ways now she felt lucky. Her family was together once more. As she pulled her lips away from his azure hues searched ocean blues. Fingers ran through that mousy brown mop. "How? Where?... I thought you were…” Full structured questions alluded her. The woman’s thought process was bouncing around too rapidly to grasp one coherent demand questions and thoughts. Wanting to know where he was. How far away he was. How long has he been looking for them. So many questions. Answers didn’t really matter however, all that mattered was he was here with them.


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All snuggled close to her husband, wrapped cozily in his arms as Elijah lightly slumbered beside them. She could be in his arms until they fell asleep together, never moving. It was like old times, back at home. Movie nights would sometimes end with the trio fallen asleep in the loungeroom. It was quite the adorable scene. They were the family that could either make you envious yet leave you warmhearted with their close bond and loving unity. Or make you sick from the loving husband and wife that most would compare to a romance novel. Elise wouldn’t agree with that outlook as every other couple Douglas and her had their tiffs. But they were adults when working through those times, both mature once they were cooled off. And it did help they were forever entwined by the heart. For an hour she could feel a heated gaze locked onto her but that eventually faded away. Some guilt lingered in her chest from shifting away from the injured Scarlett to soak in hubby time. But her emotions and mind were completely lost him, he had her undivided attention. The happy long-lasting reunion didn’t last as long as she wished to be lost to the moment for.

A chorus of un-synced groans filled the darkening skies nearby. Most started heading toward the front of the station to peek through openings of the windows. Elise stayed behind making sure Elijah didn’t try being where he shouldn’t. Holding his wrist gentle yet firm to restrict his movement. Worry filled voices, looking to her husband confused what was unfolding outside she waited for him to dart back over to her and give a brief description on the looming threat. Hairs felt erect as goosebumps occupied every vacancy on her pale complexion. Jumping to her feet Elise half dragged her son prodding him to help gather everything. Having moved toward anything of her family’s she made sure to pack up into the vehicle her husband came in. It took a couple of trips but once she was finished, she made her way to Scarlett’s side wanting to help move her but she was aggressively pushed away, rejected by Oliver. He didn’t desire any help, from anyone. Watching as the woman was carried bridal style with a glare toward everyone Elise tried shrugging it off by grabbing her son’s hand and following her husband to the vehicle. Sliding into the truck after Elijah had cozied up next to Douglas, she made the other side of the sandwich slamming the door behind her. The blonde didn’t feel too bad about there being only room for the Grimes family, the man that accompanied Douglas here would have to retreat onto the bus. With a quick glance behind she felt a heavy relief wash over her when everyone was in the vehicles. No time was wasted once everything and everyone were ready. The leading vehicle was theirs, followed by the Cohen family and then the bus.

The drive had been some time as the sky had darkened. Elise did not dare close her eyes even if her boy did. She conversed with her husband the entire time. Until. The Cohen car swerved behind them slightly then eventually came to an abrupt halt. "Honey pull over.” As the car slowly lulled to a stop Elise firmly told her son to wait in the car. Opening the passenger side door, she slid out of the cab closing the door behind her as she closed toward the scene. Oliver seemed to be throwing some form of fit at his family. Taking quickened steps toward the scene Elise dared to grow closer then the others who had also left their designated vehicle’s to witness the unfolding of Oliver in a more personal view. Oliver yelled and cussed. Trying to drag out his wife at one stage which she saw smaller hands smacking the aggressive man. Little Ryder was trying to defend his injured mother. But with this he was dragged out of the car. Hitting the boy with a firm backhand made Elise grit her teeth as she ran to the boy’s side, engulfing him into her arms. Trying to guide him away from his father as he became distracted with Scarlett once more. Having made her way toward the bus she looked to Nellie in a silent exchange for the elderly woman to tend to the boy whilst, Elise did what she did best. Became a momma bear.

Turning on her heels Elise darted back to the scene and started attempting to pull Oliver away from Scarlett by his shirt. This resulted in a second backhand to a face, but this time it was Elise taking the hit. It was strong, sending her onto the ground clutching her face. Shock was initially plastered onto her face before disgust took place. No longer hiding her true feelings toward the horrible man she stood up again, this time being assisted by others. Her husband, the unknown male who brought her husband to her and Sebastian the younger brother of the female runner. Again pushed away but it happened to be for the best regardless of the pain that followed as it were revealed Oliver had pulled a knife from the front of his pants. The blade swung wildly in front of him eventually crimson covered the silver point. In confusion the mother looked at everyone only to have azure hues widen at the bleeding young man. Sebastian had a wide horizontal cut across his throat. Having tried protecting Scarlett he was too slow to move out of the way. A scream filled the air as a petite frame closed catching the collapsing male who was clutching at his throat. Oliver had been restrained whilst caught off guard but Elise was now holding her chest in empathy. Bessie, sobbing uncontrollably as she cradled his head in her lap holding her hands over his throat. It was no use. Blood poured from between the hands and the young man’s eyes closed. The complexion of the young male grew to a sickly white as his life slipped away.

The blonde moved closer only to be screamed at by the crying Brit. "We want to help...” She was cut off by the British woman once more. "I'm so sorry...” Elise felt sorrow wash over her as she stepped away in respect of the grieving sister. Looking toward her husband misty eyed for a few moments before anger crossed her features silently exchanging her opinion on the abusive male. Having talked about this in the car Elise was heavily implying earlier he was a threat to everyone because of his ways. And now, it had reached its peak confirming Elise’s beliefs.




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Where :: Side of road ¤ With :: Everyone ¤ Outfit :: Here
Equipment :: Knife > Nothing ¤ Injuries :: Sore cheek

Rage consumed him, it was her. All Scarlett’s fault! Rage was a dangerous flame to tango with. How much of a fool was he to expose himself to the group? If only Scarlett behaved. Was it that difficult for the woman to comprehend? Jesus, she never listened the hussy. If she acted like a good little wife who didn’t cause strain on the family, none of this would happen. If only she had been shot in a more lethal area, the chest, the stomach, anywhere else on the body. The charming façade could have continued. Milked longer for everyone’s benefit, more so him. Oliver’s fury consumed his movement like a rabid animal, wildly swiping at his wife to unsheathing his blade within a matter of minutes as the scene had escalated. The desire to take control of his misbehaving family even yearning for control of the group in general made him much more dangerous. As he wielded the shining steel aimlessly the tip of the blade made contact with tender flesh. Slicing through the soft skin exposing crimson inners. Sebastian had been an idiot to step in where he was not needed nor was his business to. To help his pathetic wife and odd child. The young man was doomed, he would never have made it in this world for the strong. It wasn’t Oliver’s fault the young British male couldn’t focus on his immediate surroundings. Silence filled the air. After what felt like hours did the dead silence liven into a distraught panic. An ear piercing cry filled the exposed area, the vulnerability that rang through the cry was oddly satisfying. If only it had been someone he wanted out of the group. Like Sam or even the blonde woman whom thought she was the bee’s knees. The boy’s sister, Bessie, darted to the falling figure. Catching him mid topple as if she could support his bulking frame. The pale figure seemed to continue to drain of color. The once tan complexion now a ghostly white as crimson liquid squirted from the deadly cut. Oliver absorbed the shock emanating from each individual, the shock he had caused. Mentally smiling pleased he had made an impression, though that satisfaction was cut short as rough hands that held him in place slammed him against the asphalt, pinning him down leaving him unable to escape. The force being placed upon his frame made him squirm in defiance. Oliver succumbed to his animalistic nature throttling under the mass of muscle atop of him.

"I’m innocent! Let me up you worthless baboon." He growled. Pathetically swaying his body side to side like he could free himself. Much to his dismay his struggles were being wasted. Not that it would stop him from continuing. "I wasn’t aiming for him anyway! Not that the kid would make it long out here." He grimaced menacingly as his icy cold hues tried to find his son and wife. Whom he would have liked to be bleeding out would have been most of the people before him, he never saw Sebastian as a threat due to his friendly personality.

It was a summer day, meeting her was like a breath of fresh air. He could remember how beautiful she looked among the ocean of people in the room. He had to have her, for himself. Having opened with a cheesy line to break the ice. "You have to be the finest artwork in here" He asked with a dashing smile. Looking at the angelic face of his future wife. The woman young, vibrant and the definition of beauty. She would just complete his life, complete him. They conversed most of that afternoon, bathing in the warmth that filled the air. The electricity that sparked between the two. He remembered every moment. The way his heart beat rapidly regardless of his cool manner. She was a sight for sore eyes and he couldn’t have been more pleased to have managed to get more time with her.

That man who was content with his life, his child and enamored with the beauty he won the heart of was long gone. Everything was a mere nuisance. Whack! His cheek stung from the impact, a hand print left in its place. The British woman had left the now deceased male’s body to start abusing the tender flesh of his face while he was at her mercy, unable to defend herself. Eventually the livid woman was dragged away from him as his face contorted in flashes of rage to amusement. Was Oliver completely losing his marbles? Watching the petite woman thrash in the strong arms that had pulled her away he watched as she sunk to her knees, resting near the deceased’s head. The steel lulled by her side shimmered in the dim lighting. Then, before he could blink. The blade was buried into the deceased’s right temple. Quirking a heavy brow rather surprised the young woman had the steel stomach to perma-death a relative. He viewed everyone here is incompetent fools. Including his own family, especially them. "My family and I will leave now. Let me up and you will never see us again." Now was the time to bargain. Pale piercing hues shifted to each figure that had sway over the group’s decisions. Slightly narrowing his eyes as he struggled to lift his head to look at the individuals.




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¤ Where :: Apartment¤With :: Pete¤ ¤ Outfit :: Fiery Reporter¤ Injuries :: None ¤

Azure hues observed her superhero partner working his way around her kitchen as if he were on a live cooking show. He almost looked professional, though it wouldn’t be Peter without an accident. The clumsiness Peter Parker had been known for back in Highschool, it was quite adorable. Nodding amused by his response to her question as she continued to watch his movement she couldn’t help but smile. As soon as Mer Jane entered her apartment she felt at ease. The aroma of chicken bathing in curry had greeted her nose. It was certainly more lively since Pete was around again, but she preferred it that way. Eyeing the pot the rice was boiling in she nodded towards it. "The water, hero." She chuckled. As her partner in heroics met her in the threshold of the loungeroom she sighed in content as she felt the warmth of his lips press against her forehead. Closing her eyes for a split second enjoying the comforting caress before she opted to head towards the Lounge. Taking a seat and reaching for her bag MJ pulled the file out and placed it atop the mahogany table. The question of having any ‘luck’ regarding Harry left MJ quiet. Sliding forward ignoring the delicious homecooked food placed before her as Peter joined her.

“Well, I found a file. It’s very vague unfortunately. It mentions something we’re both very familiar with.” She paused looking over at Peter, her features softening. Devil’s breath had been the cause of so much travesty and Peter had lost so much because of it. A role model, a friendly figure in his life and even his last parental figure. It was a sensitive subject, having to bring it up again made Mary Jane feel worried. Especially now that Harry was entangled with the dangerous virus. But, they were partners. She promised to disclose everything to him. He would find out if she lied or hid this from him. “Devil’s breath.” She hesitated to proceed. Azure hues shifting to look over at her love before looking down at the files content’s. “Mentions Harry. Something about it supposed to help him. That’s all. It was like the report was left vague incase someone like me got their hands on it. Word wouldn’t get out that something dangerous was created.”

Softly sighing in defeat as she handed the file over to Peter the young woman nestled her face into her hands groaning. “Norman was not happy I pressed him about Harry. I have never seen him so angry, he seemed… dangerous. I’m really worried about Harry. Something is wrong, I just know it.” Shifting in her spot she grabbed one of Pete’s hands begging for his attention. “All the times in school he defended you from Flash. The times he helped me. It’s our turn.” Releasing Peter’s hand, she turned to the plate of curry and began to eat.




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¤ Where :: Oh so fun get together, Hera's and Zeus'. ¤With :: H Aphrodite,Eros, Zues, Hera, Winslow > Winslow & Hera¤ ¤ Outfit :: Business and Play¤ ¤

As a slender finger glided around the rim of her glass Themis shook her head.
“It feels very odd to be here. It isn’t my place to show up but I was tired of feeling shunned because of…. Well you know.” The woman with knowledge out the wazoo scoffed as she looked up meeting the Goddess of love/sex’s face. As if someone in her status would understand. Having men fall to her feet mundane and god alike. Yet Ava, she had only loved one man for many centuries. Blinded by his empty promises and lacking emotional contribution. Often feeling like a fool for taking so long to realize how misused she had been among her peers and the God she loved. Did it mean Aphrodite and her son would be any different? Probably not. But Themis was no longer clouded in vision by her peers. ”Dear, you are stunning. Don’t doubt coming here. You belong with us.” Her doubts were completely misunderstood but the exotic Goddess remained tight lipped. Only for a shudder to run through her being when her Ex husband approached the small gathering in the kitchen. Well she didn’t expect to be approached but how awkward she felt visibly showed. Sliding an inch away from Zues as she looked toward him. The man seemed full of himself. Looking to her other companions she noticed their surprise by his company. Themis grunted in protest as she visibly made herself rigid toward him. “I can’t say the same.” The slender goddess peered at the tall muscular male with distrustful hues. Before she turned her gaze over to Eros reaching out for his hand affectionately. “I was enjoying the lovely company until the intrusion Lord of the skies.” Eros and herself exchanged a smile before she turned to Zues. Was she trying to get under his skin for being a womanizer and breaking her heart? Yes. So she had the desire to enjoy men’s company and allowed herself to openly flirt with Eros.

It was in an instant that they group was then joined by Hera, queen of Olympus. This was just turning into an entertaining gathering. For some. Onlookers were probably enjoying the notable tension. It was like a thick mist in the air. Bowing her head toward Hera whether it was out of sarcasm or genuine she would never tell. With a stern smile Themis took the compliment placing her hand toward her chest then gesturing to the Queen.
“As do you Hera. As usual.” Dark hues shifted to look at the King then to the queen. Something had stricken a nerve in Zues. But it didn’t surprise her. Many had wondered what was keeping these two together. With the obvious angst toward one another and the disloyalty. “But of course. It was due time I returned to these extravagant evenings. Too amazing to pass up so much company.”
The proximity of the Queen closing into Ava’s personal space to plant a kiss upon her smooth cheek caused a reaction of widened eyes and a discomfort building in her stomach. But she endured. “Eyes of a hawk, smart. I made it clear to him my time was better without his presence so jealousy is nothing to be concerned over.” The smile was venomous. Daring Hera to admit the jealousy that plagued her. Shifting her gaze toward Zues she chuckled. “No disrespect to either of you of course. I’m just not interested in any drama.”

It seemed this small gathering was doomed to draw attention and attract more company. Though this one wasn’t exactly bad. It was more his relationship to Zues and Audrey. Tilting her head as she watched the interaction between him and Audrey almost made her nauseated. Only for how much affection the queen received. It was to be expected. Anything less would be frowned upon. And, this sort of greeting was to be expected from Winslow. The extravagant God certainly knew how to get attention. As the male’s attention shifted to Themis she smiled doing as requested of her. Spinning around slowly with her hands resting upon her hips. After two overly sensualized spins Ava was once again facing Winslow. “You are too kind Winslow. Thank you for making me feel beautiful.” Caressing her cheek with her free hand with embarrassment Ava averted her gaze momentarily down to the man’s shoes. “You look dressed to kill as per usual. Drop dead gorgeous.” Full lips smiled as she gestured to the male’s full attire. The shoes looked deadly, brightly colored to suit Winslow’s extreme personality. It seemed stealing Ava away from the small gathering was still heavily implied by Hera. So she obliged, for now. Linking arms with Winslow dragging him along for a buffer She smiled toward the God of partying. Before looking over towards his elegant mother. “I suppose we should do this girl time.”

As they walked Ava mulled over anyone interesting who had been in court. None really came to mind. Sure there had been a couple of celebrities with drunk driving, public exposure, etc. But how was that anything out of the norm? “Unfortunately for your entertainment dear I only have regular mortals who have required my ruling. Some stars, but the stories are all the same.” Gently squeezing his arm that was linked with hers the slender woman tilted her head as she chuckled. “I’m pretty sure if I had anything jucier, I would have had to dig. With the stars if they have done anything extra naughty, well, for their reputation a lot is covered up. For example, Kimberly ‘JoJo’ Crows had been dragged into caught for drunken behavior in front of a club. Can’t really remember the name. Apparently, it is rumored she had abused paparazzi. Not new dirt though. Sorry to disappoint darl." For a moment in time it was almost like Audrey wasn’t there? Isolated from the conversation momentarily. Dark hues peered over toward the other Goddess every now and again assessing her reactions. Was this ‘girl time’ eventually going to take a turn?




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