knives and bats

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No, this isn’t the apocalypse he’d expected.

It’s quieter. And slower.

Somehow he’d always imagined himself fighting the apocalypse from the front lines (maybe he really is a narcissist). Waving his gun around, shooting at the bad guys. At the least he’d thought he would be Chicken Little, warning the world that the sky is falling.

Instead, four months in, the apocalypse mostly looks like this:

Long winter nights. The sun sets at four-thirty, by Skinner’s watch (and what, Mulder wonders, will they do for time once that dies?), and doesn’t rise again until nearly eight in the morning, and in between they sit in the darkness together.

A week into the new year they run out of the wood they’d scavenged for the stove. Byers and Skinner – Mulder’s hand is still healing – go out to chop down a tree, but when they burn the wood it lets off a stench like sulfur or rotten eggs, like dead and decaying things. It’s not just that tree. They cut branches from other trees on other properties and it’s all the same.

So they pile on more sweaters; they light a tea light and huddle around it like prehistoric man around the fire. On Scully’s suggestion they take turns reading out loud. Now it’s Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Will’s favorite, and frankly Mulder likes it because it’s thick and would take a long time to burn. He looks at a lot of things that way now. Scully’s expensive kitchen knives, Will’s baseball bat, the solid-wood kitchen table. It took the apocalypse to turn Fox Mulder into a pragmatist.

One night it’s just him and Byers left awake. They’re both silent for a while, watching the candle flicker. Mulder’s hand starts to throb. Scully’s been changing the bandages and applying various medicines two or three times a day. He doesn’t look at her face while she works. Her grimace unsettles him. It isn’t healing, but he doesn’t ask her about it. He can’t decide which is worse: the answer, or the thought of forcing her to say it out loud.

It’s the same arm he almost lost in Russia. For some reason that comforts him. He got a twenty-year loan and now the universe has come to collect.

“I never asked you about Langley,” Mulder says. Anything to distract him from the pain in his hand.

Byers’s gaze is fixed on the candle. “Don’t,” he advises.

Mulder looks away. They’ve been better than brothers to him, these three men, for decades now. He should have asked months ago. So many things have fallen by the wayside. When is the last time anyone said Matthew’s name, or Maggie’s? The cold and the hunger and the fucking unbearable pain in his hand, they’re all powerful distractions. He tells himself it’s for the best.

After a while Byers says, “It was fast,” and Mulder nods; he understands. Fast is something to be grateful for.

anonymous asked:

So this is more about characters, but do you have any suggestions for some negative character traits, like lying and drinking. I always make really nice and polite villains and it makes my writing really bad and I need help 😂 it's ok if you can't think of anything, I understand that this is an odd question. Ps: Really big fan of yours!!💖

 Aw the ‘PS’ made me squeal hehe! Also I’m literally here to try and help with any of your questions, honestly I don’t mind whether it’s about the temperature of my house for all I care- I’ll answer them all. Okay so negative character traits/ideas, here we go…:

  • Violence. Lots of it.
  • The need to kill vs the want to kill.
  • Lying (as you said), deceit.
  • Anger. This can be over tiny things- remember that!
  • Loss of control.
  • Hatred/loathe.
  • Payback, karma.
  • Psychopathic, sociopathic, anything else under that umbrella (I don’t know all that much this category, sorry!)
  • Facial expressions, trademark. Eg. the Jokers trademark is the smile scars- even though it wasn’t included in suicide squad :(
  • Weaponry. Sword, gun, baseball bat, knives etc.
  • Alcoholic.
  • Drug addict.
  • Pyromaniac- Someone who finds pleasure in setting things on fire. Arsonist.
  • Megalomaniac- Someone who has an obsessive desire for power.
  • Maniac- Someone suffering from mania, raving and violently insane(I don’t really like this definition because someone who is mentally ill-suffering from mania- should not be called insane for something they can’t help, but yeah. It’s fictional though!).
  • Blackouts. Doing bad things not in their right mind and coming to their senses with no recollection of the happenings.
  • Mixed-personality disorder. I don’t know if it’s the same as the above so it has it’s own bullet point! I think it’s basically what Eurus Holmes dealt with, but don’t quote me on that. That was just my view and my families due to my mother being a counsellor and diagnosing a fictional character… sort of.

There’s a fair few ideas out there and this is barely scratching the surface! Your villain could be denying their evil, or simply embracing it, it’s all down to the storyline and character’s personality. Good luck, lots of love from Yasmine xox

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The Sun Will Set || Part 3 || BTS Gang AU ||

Originally posted by toniattihesselschward

A/N: This part is only about half as long as the previous two, but it holds just as much angst. Trust me. This chapter centers around Hoseok and his mission, and we learn something extremely important regarding (Y/N)’s safety. THERE IS A LOT OF VIOLENCE IN THIS CHAPTER. Be warned. As always, I would greatly appreciate your feedback; please feel free to send me a message after you’ve read part 3. Tell me your theories and thoughts!


Summary:  After a series of unfortunate events, you’ve found yourself under the care and protection of your city’s most notorious gang: BTS.

Word Count: 2,665

Genre: Angst, Drama, and some Fluff (but mostly Angst)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 |

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randomletterz  asked:

So in the various mob AU do monsters rely more heavily on physical attacks instead of magic? I notice alot of them are visibly armed. (guns, crowbars, bats, knives, etc)

I can only speak on behalf of Crowbar G- he seems to rely on physical attacks because he’s precisely a rogue- tho he does use a lot of magic (particularly glitching and teleportation skill). Human weapons are kinda seen as not a good thing to use, but u gotta see @nyublackneko masterpost to see more into the lore

We got here together, and we’re still here

Pairing: jikook// kookmin // OT7
ZombieApocalypseAU! a bit angsty, but not really… I think 👀

A/N: I love zombies and apocalypses au that’s why I can’t believe I’ve never written one…maybe because I suck at writing angst and I hate that someone always has to die on this kind of AUs… Also, I’m supposed to be working on my two other requests but… this was supposed to be a short drabble to make me get the dynamic of writing again but my hands slipped, oops. Hope you don’t hate me too much.
P.S: the tittle is a quote from The Walking Dead TV show :3
You can read it also on AFF

This said, ENJOY!

Jungkook has never felt so lost.

He moves his eyes around the parking lot, searching, looking, but not really finding anything except for the black smoke floating around, fire consuming the grocery store and some corpses.

He’s numb, he can hear a loud ringing on his ears, and it will probably take time to recover his hearing sense after he was hit so close to the explosion.

He feels hands grabbing him from the back of his jacket that pull him up quickly from his position on the floor, some yelling that sounds similar to his name and a familiar face that panicky looks at him with worried eyes.

He’s still out of it when the familiar body pulls him away from the still roasting fire, his feet are clumsy and trip on anything in particular constantly, but the firm grip of the other person is what keeps him up and running.

It’s only twenty minutes after that he finally comes to his senses, after running for what seemed like forever into the forest with no real direction. The familiar body from earlier - that he has finally identified as Taehyung- had dumped him and let Jungkook sat on the muddy floor to catch up some air. Running immediately after inhaling some smoke is not a smart idea, his lungs are burning in protest inside his chest, and now the pure air from the woods has Jungkook on a fist of dry coughs that threaten to make him puke out his insides. But not running would have been worst, Jungkook thinks.

He takes the bottle of water that Hoseok offers him and takes a couple of shy gulps, just enough to wet his chapped lips. He wants more, he is dehydrated and probably still in a state of shock, but he also knows that they are running short on water and has to save for the others. He’s part of a group, of a family, and they need to take care of each other. Jungkook only has them now.

“What the fuck happened?” asks Namjoon with his hands on his hair, his hands fisting nervously on greasy locks of hair. They are black on the roots and blond on the tips, it looks ugly but it’s not like they have time to bleach Namjoon’s hair back to blond. What would be the point, anyways.

“I don’t know.” pants Taehyung from Jungkook’s side while taking the water bottle from the younger’s shaky hands. “I was guarding the perimeter before I heard the explosion.”

Jungkook coughs again but shakes his head when Taehyung offers the bottle. He nulls out from the conversation for a second as his eyes roam around the area an counts one, two, three people and himself. He frowns.

“Where are the others?” he asks with a hoarse voice before coughing a bit more. The other three halt on what they are doing and he frowns deeper.

There are three others missing.

“I don’t know.” mumbles Namjoon, his eyes immediately darkening with sadness. He looks tired, wrecked, the same as Hoseok and Taehyung, and probably Jungkook looks like a mess also.

“Wasn’t Jimin with you?” asks Hoseok carefully. Jungkook looks up at him and his eyes get teary immediately at what the other is implying.

“I… we were-“ he chokes with his own spit as he tries to recall what exactly happened.

He’s a bit confused as the tries to remember; one second they were splitting to find supplies on the gas station they had found and the next one there were dozens of zombies coming from nowhere and trapping them inside the store. Jungkook and Jimin had been inside when they heard some yelling and guns shooting and quickly grabbed what they could fit on their bags and tried to exit the place. But there was no escape, the front door they had used to come in had been surrounded by hungry and groaning zombies, their rotted hands slamming the doors urgently trying to come inside because of the smell of two juicy humans inside.

Both boys had tried to run for the back door of the store, getting jumped on by a tiny group of dead people. Fortunately, they are already pretty used to it, they are quick to react and took the corpses down within seconds; and they managed to come out the store after killing a couple more of walking corpses on the way. Once outside, the two found themselves surrounded by what would probably be the largest group of zombies Jungkook has ever seen.

It became a mess then; they had tried to run without getting caught by sharp teeth or grabby hands, using the rush of adrenaline as their push to go through the mass of zombies and kill as much of them as possible as their darkened blood splashed against their clothes and skin. Jungkook had spotted Yoongi and Jin at the distance shooting a group, Hoseok a top of a car and shooting some more, Taehyung and Namjoon nowhere to be seen. It was bad, they were surrounded by too many and they had been running low on ammo, their knives, machetes or baseball bats weren’t fast enough for them all either. Their only hope was to find a hole from where they could run and run and not look back. But it was risky, too risky.

“Jungkook!”  had screamed Jimin. “I’ve got an idea, you run that way I will catch on you soon!”

Jungkook wanted to say no, to stay close and together but Jimin had already ran off to the opposite direction and then was when hell broke down. Jimin had shot twice in the air to get the zombies’ attention, waiting for them to approach before directing the third one to the gas dispenser.

Jungkook didn’t have time to cover himself and simply closed his eyes when the explosion happened, just allowing his body to get flewn over to some direction.

“It was Jimin…” he says after a minute of silence. “He blew off that thing, to give us a chance to scape.”

The other three don’t say anything. There is nothing to say, anyways; they are probably thinking the same as Jungkook.

“We… we have to go back.” Jungkook says with a knot on his throat. “They- they may be-“

“It’s not a good idea.” cuts Nanmjoon, his voice thick from holding back the urge to cry. “If they were caught in the explosion-“

“We can’t leave them there!” screams Jungkook. He looks at Hoseok with imploring eyes but the older turns his head to the side with a clenched jaw. When Jungkook moves his head to the side to ask Taehyung for help, his friend just ducks his head down. “What if they are hurt and need help? We can’t simply keep going without them.”

“There were too many zombies, Jungkook…” mumbles Namjoon. Jungkook will feel horrible later for making Namjoon go through this, make him the bad guy when he knows it’s a suicide mission to go back there, but he can’t help feeling miserable for abandoning the other three at their mercy.

He stands up and starts walking to somewhere, tears threatening to fall down from his eyes anytime but gets stopped by Hoseok’s hand on his shoulder.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“I’m gonna go get them.” he answers determined and tries to shove off Hoseok’s hands of him but the elder grabs him firmly and pulls him back.

“You can’t do that Jung-“

“Let me go!” he screams, wrestling against Hoseok and now also Namjoon’s grip that try to force him to stay where he is. Taehyung rushes to help the other two to hold him down as the younger keeps trying to wriggle free from their hold. He keeps screaming incoherences, now crying fully and digging his fingers into the flesh of someone’s arm.

“Jungkook please…”  begs Taehyung from behind him, his lanky arms embracing the younger’s torso firmly. “We can’t lose you too.”

At that Jungkook stops moving and falls limp against Taehyung’s chest. The other two let go of him, and Jungkook lets Taehyung drag him down to sit on the floor. And he cries and cries and keeps crying with Taehyung’s arms hugging him tight.

“I didn’t- I didn’t tell Jimin…” he mumbles incoherently, clutching the fabric of Taehyung’s sweater with so much force it will probably be all torn out later. “I never told him.”

Taehyung turns him around so his head is resting on the older’s shoulder and rocks them back and forth, patting Jungkook’s head softly. No one says anything, they just listen with silent tears Jungkook’s heartbroken sobs.

Night comes silently but quickly, enveloping them in a dark blanket of coldness. Winter is approaching and they should try to find shelter before the cold gets too strong and freezes them on their sleep.

They sit in silence around the tiny fire they lighted up, sharing a couple of food cans and the last remains of water left. They will have to find a river the next day. Getting food is important, but staying hydrated is much more.

No one has uttered a word since hours prior, all of them feeling too consumed in guilt and sadness or too exhausted from all the crying. It had taken Jungkook over an hour to stop sobbing like a child but he still feels like he’s living an out-of-body experience. It feels so unreal to not have Jimin by his side, his warm body pressed against his arm trying to cuddle with him with the pretense of being too cold. Jin would be cracking some old-fashioned jokes that everyone will complain about but laugh anyways while Yoongi would be cleaning carefully his knives as he stares at them all fondly. They had been a family, close and protective of each other. They had been surviving for long the seven of them together and it took just one hour to get that shattered into pieces.

Jungkook closes his eyes when the tears threaten to fall again. He’s cried enough and doesn’t want to put the others through more pain, he still feels horrible for what had happened earlier, for making Namjoon have to say no.

None of them are willing to go to sleep even if the four of them feel like passing out; only one is supposed to be on watch for the night, but they stay awake together around the fire the whole night. Probably closing their eyes would make them have nightmares of rotting teeth pulling flesh apart; or maybe make them dream about the seven of them still together. Jungkook doesn’t know what he’s more afraid of, the nightmares or the never dying hope of something better.

The next day comes as soon as the night, and right when the sun is up the four of them are on their feet and walking around the forest. They manage to find a river, tiny and almost dry, but the water seems clean enough and they fill as much as they can the water bottles after cleaning themselves up a bit.

They walk and walk with no real destination. To be honest, they had never had a route nor a place to go but being together had been enough. Whenever they were was ok as long as it was with the seven of them.

They stop when they find a rail that cuts the path they were going. They look right and they look left and they don’t know where to go.

One of the bad things of running for your life without paying attention is that you end up not knowing where you are. They can’t go back because they don’t know where they are coming from, and hesitate to keep going because they don’t know where it will take them.

They discuss for a while which route to take, the first words they all have spoken in hours, and the conversation is stiff and a bit tense and Jungkook just listens to the other two talk, because Taehyung seems to be in the same mute state as himself. In the end, it’s Jungkook who decides for them when the conversation runs for too long and turns to the right, following with dragged steps the rail. Why think too much were to go? It’s not like they need to be somewhere specific.

The other follow silently with heavy hearts.

It’s only some kilometers down the road when they stop, and it’s at the sound of dragged feet coming from their side. By the sound of it seems it’s more than one person, though they can’t pint point if they are dead or alive, which is even more scary. There are times when the living people are more dangerous than the dead, and Jungkook and their group have learned from previous experiences to evade having encounters with others.

Jungkook turns around, and sees the others as panicked as he is. They are too tired and low on stamina to fight whoever is it coming their way so they silently decide that hiding is their best option. The group runs to the other said of the rail with fast steps but as silently as they can, and stop to hid behind the third row of big trees. They are far enough to not be seen, but close enough to watch who’s coming. Jungkook, just for precaution, takes his knife out the sheath.

They wait and listen the unknown sound approach, now more clear it’s from living people taking in consideration the sound they make while walking. Jungkook has learned to identify between them.

Jungkook can’t hear exactly what they say once they get to the rail, but only makes out two different voices and sighs in relief. A small group is more likely to not be aggressive -or, at least, it will be easier to take down if needed. He turns his head to Taehyung when he hears him gasp loudly, ready to make him shut up, but the bewildered look on his face makes him stop. He frowns and peeks out from behind his trunk to observe what has Taehyung in shock and he almost slaps himself to make sure he’s not hallucinating.

“What the…” mumbles Taehyung while stepping out form his hiding spot and Jungkook follows soon after, ignoring Namjoon’s warning to stay where they are and sprints his ways to the two man standing on the rail.

Here they are. Yoongi covered in black dust and with his knife on his hand pointing to his right while Seokjin says something back at him before readjusting the unconscious body perched on his back. Jungkook thinks he’s going to pass out anytime soon and ignores the panic that runs on the other’s eyes when they hear someone running to them. Taehyung has Yoongi on his arms before the other has the chance to blink and Jungkook tries to do the same to Seokjin when finally notices that the one on his back is no other than Jimin.

They are alive.

Jimin is alive.

Jimin’s brain wakes up before his body. There is cold and darkness surrounding him but also a comforting hand stroking his hair. He turns his head a bit to the side and the hand stops its movement, eliciting a soft groan from his throat that sounds too deep and hoarse, maybe a bit pained also.

“Jimin?” someone asks softly, warm breath tickling his ear and then is where he notices he’s lying on someone’s lap. It feels good, it’s been long since the last time he felt so comfortable; he wants to keep sleeping a bit more but the call of his name comes again so he forces his eyes to open.

The sight of a tiny room is what greets him, practically empty except for a desk pressed to the opposite wall, a chair and a cupboard, everything empty and covered in dust. He can hear birds chirping on the distance as his eyes try to get used to the dim light that the slightly torn apart strips of wood aren’t able to filter.

Jimin turns his face and looks up when he feels the same fingers from before massage his scalp and blinks slowly at the face in front of him.

“Jungkook…” he mumbles groggily. The aforementioned smiles, that side smile that shows just the tip of his front teeth and that makes Jimin weak on the knees.

“Glad to know you still remember me.” says the other gently, fingers still caressing the hair of the boy on his lap. The birds still chirp happily and it gives Jimin a sense of security that he hasn’t felt since before the world had went to chaos. “You hit your head during the explosion and have been unconscious since then.”

“When…” he tries to ask but he’s still out of it, as if he’s dreaming. “For how long have I been gone?”

“Three days.” replies Jungkook, and allows Jimin to grab his hand and intertwine their fingers. Jimin loves to hold his hand, Jungkook’s long and slim fingers fit so well in between the crack of his own chubby and short. “Jin-hyung said you probably got a concussion, luckily for you he still had some painkillers to give you.”

Jimin frowns, noticing then the throbbing on his head and the pain that shakes throughout his body. He shifts his position, the back of his head now pillowed by Jungkook’s skinny thigh and squeezes the other’ s hand before resting them both on his chest.

“It still hurts like a bitch.” he mumbles in an attempt to joke when he senses the tense atmosphere surrounding them.

“What were you thinking?” reprimands Jungkook, his voice sounds strained, as if just the simple memory of what had happened pains him.

“I wasn’t,” he says locking eyes with Jungkook. He sees so much on them, pain, sadness, fatigue and something akin to fondness. “I just- I wanted to keep you safe.”

“You could have died.” says Jungkook a bit more louder, obviously getting angry as the conversation keeps going. But Jimin can’t say anything in return because even if he had been close to dying, knowing Jungkook was safe was enough for him, he would do the same again. “I thought you were dead- you have no idea how much I cried for you.”

“I’m sorry…”

Jungkook wipes off the tears of his eyes angrily with his free hand and turns his head to side. Jimin hates himself so much for putting Jungkook through so much suffering.

“I thought I lost you, hyung…” Jungkook shakes his head when Jimin mumbles another apology. “I got so scared-“

“Jungkook…” Jimin sits up slowly without letting go of Jungkook’s hand and faces the younger, his free hand cupping his crying face. “I’m so sorry, but I’m here now. I’m here with you and the others. I’m still here.”

Jungkook finally looks at him but his eyes are so sad that Jimin can’t help but get teary also and before he has the chance to mumble another apology there are lips on his own, touch so soft and delicate that it could pass as a dream.

“Don’t scare me like that ever again, ok?” mumbles Jungkook, his face so close to Jimin’s that their lips brush when he talks. “Losing you once has been enough.”

Jimin nods dumbly, still not really acquainted with the fact that Jungkook had kissed him for the first time. They have been walking on eggs’ shells around each other for too long, afraid of what the other would say if they acknowledged their feelings; what it would mean to be involved with someone during times likes this.

Jimin tilts his chin up to close the little space between them, savoring the taste of Jungkook on his tongue. It’s a slow kiss, they have no rush to be honest, but Jimin makes sure to put into it as much of his emotions as he’s capable of. He wants Jungkook to know and feel how much he cares for him, how much he loves him. And as Jungkook kisses back with the same fervor Jimin thinks that they are going to be fine as long as they have each other. Jimin and Jungkook and the other five, the seven of them, inseparable, unbreakable. Even if they don’t know where they come from or where they are headed to, because they got this far together, and they are still here.


The Murder of Bobby Kent

Bobby Kent was 19-years-old when he was lured out to the marshes in South Florida with the promise of alcohol and sex. Once there, he was savagely murdered by a group of his friends, including his best friend, 19-year-old Martin Puccio. Puccio and Kent had been best friends since they were little kids. Living on the same block, they would hang out almost every single day. However, everything wasn’t as peachy as it seemed. Puccio had a secret hatred towards Kent as Kent would often belittle him, brutally beat him up and constantly mock him. Before the murder of Kent, Puccio began dating 18-year-old Lisa Connelly. Connelly was annoyed at how much time Puccio would spend with Kent. As a result, she decided to set Kent up with her best friend 17-year-old Ali Willis. The relationship turned sour as Kent began to rape and abuse Willis who put an end to the relationship. Puccio was then back to spending all his time with Kent. He was too afraid to say no to Kent, who would become enraged and attack him if he ever said anything negative towards him. Puccio eventually confided in Connelly that Kent was also abusive towards him, as well as Willis. Connelly came up with an idea of how to get rid of Kent - they would murder him.

At approximately 11.30 p.m. on the 14th of July, Connelly and Willis went to Puccio’s home. Willis brought along her new boyfriend 17-year-old Donny Semenec and her other friend, 18-year-old Heather Swallers. Connelly’s cousin Derek Dzvirko and teenage ‘hit man’ Derek Kaufman also came. They were ready to murder Kent. They brought along a lead pipe, two knives and a baseball bat and lured Kent up to the Florida marshes. Willis took Kent to the edge of the water to distract him, it was here that Semenec ran up behind Kent and stabbed him in the neck. Kent called out to Puccio for help, but instead Puccio stabbed him in the stomach. Kent attempted to escape but was chased by Puccio and Semenec, both of who stabbed him numerous times. When he was finally on the ground Puccio slit his throat. Surprisingly, this didn’t kill him - he was still squirming on the ground, gazing up for help. Kaufman delivered the final blow - a baseball bat to the skull. They then dumped him in the water, hoping that the alligators would eat him so that the body would never been found. Their hopes were squandered when the body lay out in the marshes, untouched.

Martin Puccio was sentenced to life in prison.Donny Semenec was sentenced to life in prison. Derek Kaufman was sentenced to life plus 30 years. Lisa was sentenced to 22 years, she was released in 2004. Alice Willis was sentenced to 17 years in prison, she was released in 2001. Derek Dzvirko served 6 years in state prison. Heather Swallers served 5 years and was released on parole in 1998.

Bully, by Jim Schutze, is based on this crime.

the signs as weapons they'd use in a zombie apocalypse
  • Aries: flamethrower
  • Taurus: crowbar
  • Gemini: sling bow
  • Cancer: hammer
  • Leo: cannon
  • Virgo: knives
  • Libra: baseball bat
  • Scorpio: spiked stick
  • Sagittarius: grenade
  • Capricorn: handgun
  • Aquarius: axe
  • Pisces: frying pan (most effective weapon tbh)
Star-crossed Lovers- Part 2/3

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Neon Hitch- Sparks

I felt a light jolt through the balls of my feet as they touched the cold wood floor. Groaning, I turned my head to see that it was 3 a.m.- much too early for my liking. And yes, even vampires needed their beauty sleep. 

Trying not to trip down the first few steps, I went to get a sip of water when all of a sudden, a hooded figure snuck up behind me and encased me into a chokehold, snapping my neck. 

My head shot up in panic when I woke up, making me regret my decision immediately- let’s just say that getting your neck snapped doesn’t kill you, but it hurts like a bitch. 

“Hey!” I shouted, struggling against the rope holding me by my wrists against the chair. “What do you want?!” 

“Now now Y/N…” an all too familiar voice coaxed. “It’s not polite to yell at your host.” 

“Theo,” I gasped. “Why did you-” 

“Y/N,” he started. “The thing is- you’re valuable. Extremely valuable. More-so in fact that it’s a stupid decision to let you-”

“Could you just cut to the crap already?” I moaned, bored.  

“Join my pack. Those losers don’t know your true potential,” he smirked. 

Scoffing, I shook my head with a slight tug of a grin.

“You actually think I’m going to leave my friends- my pack- for a group of 4th grade genetically modified wannabes? Good luck with that.” 

Theo chuckled. “It wasn’t an offer sweetheart…”

Before I could respond, my own scream sounded through the empty room as he pressed a searing hot rod onto my chest. 

“Stiles?” Lydia asked.

“Huh?” I snapped out of my trance.  

“Have you seen Y/N? We haven’t seen her for the past week…” Scott frowned. “We thought you might-”

“Well I don’t know where she is Scott so sue me,” I lashed out. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that there was something wrong- Y/N hadn’t shown up for school in a week, and her phone was turned off, leaving me and the rest of the pack standing in the dust. 

Malia, Lydia and Scott stared at me with what seemed to be pity instead of anger or temper. 

“Guys- I’m sorry,” I groaned while running my hand through my hair. “It’s just- Y/N is- she’s my girlfriend. I love- I love her. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to her.” 

“Stiles,” Malia comforted as she placed her hand on my shoulder. “We’re gonna find her.” 

“You guys…” Lydia murmured. Holding up her phone, all of us stood in a flurry of mixed emotions as a picture of a tied up and bloody body came into view. 


“Give up,” Theo sang darkly. “How much more do you think you can take?” 

Unable to respond, I hung my head low as he continued torturing me. Knives, metal irons, bats, and punches had been crossed off of the to-do list. That left electricity, fire, and more knives. 

I hadn’t fed in over a week, causing my body to stop healing a few days ago. Any longer and I was sure to turn into dust. 

“So,” he smirked, getting down to eye level with me. “How about that offer?” 

“Over my undead body,” I coughed weakly. 

Before he could swing his fist at me for the 100th time, a loud crack sounded through the air as someone hit Theo square in the jaw. 

“Malia?” I asked, questioning if I was at the verge of a mental breakdown triggered hallucination. 

“Don’t die on us yet,” she grinned while pinning Theo to the ground. 

“I knew you’d come for her-” he started before getting cut off with another punch. 

“Y/N!” I heard Scott shout. I looked and saw the knocked out bodies of Tracy and Josh. 

“Get her out of here!” Malia screamed. 

My heart skipped a beat when Stiles ran to me, immediately cradling my head into a tight embrace. 

“You’re okay-” he coaxed before Theo shoved him against the metal fence. 

“Stiles!” I mustered a scream. 

I watched in horror as the two exchanged hits and kicks, causing sparks to fly out from the fence as they shoved each other against the wires. 

As my vision started going black and white, I felt myself on death’s door, but not before Stiles freed me from the ropes and carried me outside to the Jeep. 

Shivering at the sudden feel of cold air, he gently placed me in the backseat, finding a spot next to me to cradle my head on his lap. 

“Lydia- drive,” he directed sternly. Hearing the ties screech, Stiles sensed my heart slowing down and panicked. 

“Y/N- please,” he teared. “You’re gonna be fine. You’re fine. You’re okay.” 

“Stiles-” I choked. 

Without any questions, he lifted me up gently by my upper back and brought me to his neck. 

“I- I can’t,” I refused. 

“Y/N- you’ll die,” he pleaded. 

I shook my head. 

“I love you.” 

Looking into his brown eyes, I couldn’t help but smile, placing my hands on his cheeks as I felt my body begin to shut down. 

“For me. Please,” he begged desperately. Not giving it any second thought, I buried my face into his neck and drank hungrily. 

Then everything went dark.

Things that kill people besides guns.

-baseball bats
-crow bars
-tire irons
-sharks with lasers attached to their heads
-angry badgers
-old age
-los angeles

The list can go on. Feel free to add.

There is nothing on this list that the constitution specifically states that we are allowed to own and bear.