he does have a point, Alistair! he warned you! o3o
(was brainstorming what might happen when my serial killer boi meets my sibling @paranoid-polly´s snarky hero boi and this happened UwO)
Aaaaaaaaaaah look what my super awesome sibling did! Minion has the bad habit of mouthing off at the most terrible time (like really? Snarking at a stabby british man??)
He kept stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing. All other thoughts left his mind. There was a high-pitched trill in his left ear, one that forced all other coherent thought out of his mind, replacing it with nothing but the sound of that blade sinking into skin.
The face began to twist from one of a human figure to one of skin and bone. The eye melted into itself, the nose pushed to one side, the cartilage broken.
Eleven faintly heard screaming, in some distant land, one that his brain no longer registered.
Someone hooked their arms around his armpits and dragged him away from the corpse.
The body lay flat on the ground and began to disintegrate. Eleven cursed at it, writhing against the arms holding him back, his face bleeding, covered in sweat and tears, as the man who had been the source of all of his hatred, all of the abuse and tragedy he had been suffering for the last months, melted away, leaving behind nothing.
Nothing but a broken man whose any chance at vengeance washed away with it.
Eleven’s eyes moved back over to his own corpse again and he covered his mouth with his hand, feeling bile rise up in his throat. He keeled over and vomited into the space where his victim had once lain, the ground now sullied with vomit and blood.
Tears pricked at the edges of his eyes. He reached up, bloodied index finger wiping away his tears.
“El…”
He turned and caught Serena’s tear-stained face. He shook his head, breathing out a shaky sigh.
Everyone had been right: he was nothing but evil incarnate, a man who existed to bring upon pain and turmoil on everybody else. A murderer twice over.
Eleven never thought he would see the inside of a Heliodorian prison again.
But there he was, with his arms wrapped around his legs, which were drawn close to his chest. He trembled, and his bruised knees knocked together, the brown shirt and shorts they’d supplied him being little help to ward off the cold that nipped at his dirt-stained toes.
He ignored the discomfort as long as possible to focus on a simple question: How was he going to get out of here? The other Eleven already had the Sword of Light, but that was as good as useless if Mordegon could steal it right under his nose.
None of his friends had visited him yet, and he couldn’t beg the guards to let him go.
For all Eleven knew, the world could have already been turned into bedlam without him knowing. And that would be the worst fate of all.
Maybe he could dig a hole like Erik had. And when the guard entered his room to check it, El could defend himself. He’d knock the guard out, then steal his keys…
The door down the hall opened and Eleven straightened up. He leaned over, expecting to see another guard.
“Hmm… That was quite rude of you to kill my vessel like that, although I suppose it’s not the worst thing to ever happen. After all, it would appear someone unexpected has arrived to my side.”
The bucket head’s voice started out low and quiet, but shifted into something sharper, with a twinge of humor to it. The man who stopped in front of Eleven’s cell slowly morphed, from one of an armor-clad human to a taller figure with pointed ears and purple skin.
Mordegon’s eyes squinted and his thin, red lips stretched into a smirk.
Eleven shifted away from the bars, hands seeking something — anything — to defend against his adversary. His fingers came up with a bedroll and pebbles.
Mordegon chuckled and stepped forward, his shoe peeking out from beneath his robes. "Do you think a little strip of cloth is going to protect you?” Mordegon sneered.
He reached for Eleven’s blanket and snatched it out of his hands. Eleven jerked, stretching out his hand, a fireball shooting from his palm and catching fire on Mordegon’s torso.
Mordegon screamed and dropped the fabric, which petered into small flames on the ground. Eleven stood and cast the spell again, watching as it sparked on Mordegon’s head. He beat it out immediately and reached for Eleven, sliding through the bar to close around his throat.
Sharp nails dug into his skin and he choked as Mordegon stared into his eyes. Mordegon opened his eyes wider and grinned.
“Youwillobey me, you little rat,” Mordegon spat, saliva sticking to Eleven’s lower lip.
Eleven bit his lip and kicked Mordegon in the shin, wresting away from his grip. Mordegon doubled over, and Eleven punched him again. Eleven gasped sharply when he felt something hot and sharp at his side.
He tried to breathe, and again, the gasp came out raspy. His eyes darted down to the blade stuck in his waist.
"You really think I didn’t come prepared?” Mordegon asked.
He yanked the knife out and Eleven clutched the new wound, his heart raging in his chest. It was okay, he’d dealt with worse, he could— he could deal with…
He could feel the blood on his fingers. Mordegon shoved him against the wall, and he glared, kicking air.
“Be good,” Mordegon whispered.
His sharp fingernail pressed into Eleven’s forehead. Bright colors exploded in his eyes, and he staggered backward, gripping the brick walls behind him for purchase.
Mordegon’s energy seeped into him, and he felt full, too full. Sickingly so. Eleven dry heaved as he felt the other force attempting to take over his body. It was the worst migraine imaginable. Like his forehead was expanding, his body bloating to accommodate someone else.
Eleven collapsed to his knees, then onto all fours, as spit dribbled from the edge of his mouth and he stared at the stones beneath him.
Just as quickly as the feeling entered, it began to leave. Mordegon materialized in front of him with a sneer.
“An incomplete vessel… maybe you really are the Darkspawn,” Mordegon said. The grin returned. “Ah, but that is of no consequence. I only need you for a little while anyway, child.”
And then the force that had just overcome Eleven’s body came back twofold, and he lost consciousness, or more, it was ripped from him, as rapid as blowing out a tapering candle.
Days 12, 28, & 30: Made to Watch, Panic, Major Character Death
CW: graphic violence, murder, blood, major character death, beheading, stabbing, eyes
Word count: 974
Summary: Mordegon reveals himself after possessing El’s body for months. Eleven does something drastic.
Dark energy pulsed from the World Tree and glistened like cursed sunlight. It was somehow bright, and the team members squinted their eyes at its energy.
“What do we do? How do we close it?” Veronica shouted over the sound of the energy swirling in front of them.
“I’m afraid you don’t, dear Veronica,” a voice said.
One unfamiliar to them, one they heard often. El collapsed onto his knees and Serena gasped, bending down to help him up. He smacked her hand away and clutched at his chest as dark matter formed from it.
Slowly, gradually, a shadow emerged from El’s body and morphed into a figure in front of them.
He stood tall, in robes, with a white face and horned head. he held out a hand, long, primly trimmed red nails pointing.
“Thank you for leading me straight to the World Tree,” he said. “I will be taking that.” He extended his hand, the Sword of Light shooting to it. “You idiots kept me distracted for a good chunk of time, but my reckoning has finally come.”
"Mordegon!” Rab shouted. “So this is where ye’ve been hiding all along!”
The sword swirled in Mordegon’s hand. Dark energy pooled at the hilt and filled the whole room with the stench of rotting corpses.
“Mmm, there will be more talk later,” Mordegon said. “After I’ve destroyed the world!
He rose the sword and the darkness eclipsed it, swirling into a maelstrom. When Mordegon lowered the sword again, bulging eyes blinked at the team and it fit in his hand as one large, purple mass.
El stretched out his hand and tried to grab the sword back, clutching onto Mordegon’s robes. His eyes were devoid of energy — it seemed that being possessed for months at a time had worn at his body.
“El!” Serena shouted.
“Now time to destroy the World Tree! I have waited long enough — It is finally time!” Mordegon shouted.
He strutted up to the tree and brought out the sword. He aimed it at the core — and just as he was about to plunge it in, something darted in front of him. Metal hit metal. The eyes on Mordegon’s sword popped open and stared at the assailant.
“The Darkspawn!” Hendrik exclaimed when more eyes latched onto Eleven.
Eleven focused only on the enemy in front of him. They exchanged rapid blows, Eleven managing to keep the upper hand. Mordegon was taller, his sword heavier, and it looked more ornamental than useful compared to Eleven’s sturdy rapier.
It would only take one missed step for Mordegon to be on him. Eleven must have known this, but his body was too fatigued, his arms too heavy. It took one swipe for Mordegon to shove him to the ground.
The others gasped. Eleven’s eyes darted to them, but no one ran in to defend him.
“It would seem your friends aren’t going to save you this time,” Mordegon sneered.
He stepped closer and, as he knelt down, Eleven fired a zap spell into his eyes.
Mordegon roared, reeling back, his hands clutching at his face. He scowled and directed his eyes onto the other El, the one still collapsed on the ground, with the others surrounding him.
“If you won’t play nice, I’ll find someone who will,”Mordegon sneered.
“Not if I have anything to say about it!” Erik shouted, standing up with arm outstretched.
“Jasper, the orb,” Mordegon said with a flick of his hand.
Jasper held the orb aloft and it pushed everyone to their feet, the energy draining from them.
Mordegon approached El’s still body and Eleven’s eyes widened. Mordegon’s sword cut into the other him’s neck, and blood spurted out, coating people’s clothing in crimson red. Eleven’s own heart felt like it had exploded in his chest. He could see himself, see the same thing happening to him, as if he was right there, but he wasn't—
It wasn’t Eleven’s eyes that closed for the last time or Eleven’s head that rolled across the underbrush of the tree, making his fingers tingle numbly, his lips dry instantly, the horror creep onto his face until tears slid down his cheeks and he opened his mouth, but not sound came.
It was someone else who screamed, tearing the world open with her mournful gasps of horror.
Eleven moved immediately. He pulled out his sword and aimed for Mordegon’s chest, driving the blade directly into his body.
Mordegon gasped and blood began to pool over his tunic. Eleven pulled the blade out and stabbed again, and again, and again and again and again—
“No! Please, stop!”
Serena wailed in his ear, but it would not stop him from the deliberate, repetitive action of tearing apart the body of the man who had just killed him.
Arms grabbed at him to move away. He couldn’t. He refused, shaking their touches away, until he felt a flame spell at his back and he cried out in frustration and pain. Tears pricked at the edges of his eyes, but he didn’t feel sad. He turned away from the body for one second, and it disappeared into purple mist in front of him.
With nothing else to drive his anger into, Eleven shouted at the ground and dug his nails into the earth, falling to his knees and curling in on himself. He held his knees to his chest and closed his eyes. Goddess, fuck this! Fuck everything! How could this have happened—
He knew he was panicking. He knew he was exploding into rambling nerves and fear and frustration, but there was nothing he could do to calm himself. All he knew how to do was pant and hold himself close. Each stranger’s touch sent him deeper into himself, and he closed his eyes, wanting to forget. Wanting to not be hereanymore.
So imagine a character who gets stabbed and it’s not like fatal but the wound is large so it’s very uncomfortable anyways they can’t go to a hospital because what he did to get hurt was illegal
But his team has to have this meeting while he’s still hurt and has to sit through it while pretending he was fine despite infection starting to take place and being so uncomfortable.
Whumper is draining whumpee A of blood for an experiment; whumpee B steps in so whumper can take their blood instead
Whumper has been experimenting heavily on whumpee A; whumpee B sees that A is declining quickly and offers themself for whumper’s experiment
Heroes and villains:
Villain has kidnapped sidekick and is torturing him; hero takes sidekick’s place, knowing that sidekick can succeed him as hero
Sidekick saves hero from villain’s attack and gets gravely injured; hero snaps but has to decide between attacking villain and taking care of sidekick
Villain kidnaps civilian and threatens hero with civilian’s death; hero rescues civilian knowing that it’s all a trap and villain just wants hero dead
Supervillain orders villain to kill hero; villain makes the fatal choice to save hero instead
Immortality:
Whumpee becomes a royal bodyguard; when whumper kidnaps the royal to execute them, whumpee volunteers instead, but neither the royal nor whumper know that he’s immortal
Whumper threatens whumpee’s team; immortal whumpee makes a deal: whumper will kill him once for every team member that was saved; only whumpee knows that he can only come back to life a certain number of times
Magic/curses:
Inhuman whumpee has their scales/feathers/blood etc. harvested for a spell to find others like them; whumpee decides to kill themself so the magic won’t work
Whumpee has been cursed and is very sick; caretaker can’t bear to see whumpee suffer and manages to shift the curse so they’re the one dying instead
Team whump:
Whumpee is on the run with a team and for whatever reason their affiliation with the group puts everyone in extreme danger; whumpee gives themself up to whumper to protect everyone
Whumper gives whumpee an enchanted dagger, telling him that his soul is the only thing that will save his team; whumpee stabs himself to save everyone
Prompt:Just a scratch (bitten, bleeding, stabbing) Fandom:Naruto Characters:Kakashi, Tenzo, and Genma Rating:M (maybe T) Words:1135 Notes:Character death, angst
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The world stuttered to a halt in a rain of crimson droplets. Tenzo spun in a full circle as a wind jutsu ripped through armor and flesh. He hit the ground hard while their target and guards fled higher into the hideout. In Genma’s peripheral vision, Yugao crouched in a corner with a dazed expression on her face, tanto dripping on the ground. Reality lost connection to time as Genma watched the scene before him play out in slow motion.
“Damn it,” Kakashi growled, panic edging his voice as he reached Tenzo’s side. The man dropped to his knees on the rough stone. “What were you thinking?”
Even when Kakashi shook him, Tenzo didn’t answer. A pool of crimson spread beneath his body, soaking into the knee of Kakashi’s pants. The jonin pressed against the gaping wound in Tenzo’s chest, seeking to staunch the blood flow. There was no point; it had already slowed. Brown eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling as Kakashi pushed his fingers against the man’s pulse point. “Come on,” he urged, voice starting to shake.
Genma didn’t move for several long moments, providing Kakashi the space he needed. Yugao slid her blade back into its sheath and glanced at Genma for confirmation. He offered a tight nod, then took a step forward. Genma rested three fingertips on Kakashi’s bare shoulder. He ignored the shudder that passed under his hand and pretended not to hear the almost sob in the back of Kakashi’s throat. “Now isn’t the time,” Genma reminded his captain.
When nothing happened for several seconds. Genma made his voice gentle, but firm. “Get up Hatake, we have a mission complete.”
The snarl that left Kakashi’s throat made Genma take an instinctual step backward. He shifted his weight to the balls of his feet in case the man decided to swing for him. Grief made people do strange things, but he’d never thought that Kakashi would abandon his duty so easily. Kakashi lowered Tenzo’s body back to the ground. The man’s ashen face spoke of their failures, but Genma couldn’t focus on that now. He watched Kakashi’s fingers leave a bloody streak over Tenzo’s cheek before closing his eyes forever. Kakashi bowed his head then placed the porcelain cat mask over Tenzo’s face.
Standing, Kakashi pulled his Anbu mask back into place. He didn’t look at Genma or Yugao as he drew a kunai from the pouch on his hip. Genma’s throat constricted at the pain that rolled over him. His grief felt like a candle beside the inferno of Kakashi’s. Over the past year, Genma had teased Tenzo about having a crush on Kakashi, but he hadn’t been sure that the feelings were returned. Genma knew better now. He also knew that emotions like that were only good for one thing: getting more people killed.
Kakashi moved toward the step without bothering to look at his teammates. Genma lunged forward and grabbed Kakashi’s arm. “You can’t just charge in there and—”
“Will you stop me?” Kakashi’s voice made the air’s damp chill feel like a summer breeze. His right eye blended into the shadows of his mask, but the crimson sharingan spun wildly in the left. Lightning flickered along his fingers, glowing in the space between them. “Can you stop me?”
Genma released Kakashi’s arm and took a step back. Yugao stalked closer on silent feet, stopping at Genma’s side. At least she had enough sense to let Kakashi go. “What do we do? He’s not thinking—”
Wood splintered overhead, followed by a quickly aborted scream. Wind whistled across the stones, shattering glass before being drowned out by the chitter of birds. A feral growl swallowed a second, louder scream. Genma nodded back toward the room where Tenzo lay. “Stay with him. I’ll get Kakashi.”
There wasn’t time to make sure that Yugao followed orders. The begging had started above. “Please, I didn’t know—”
Genma pounded up the stairs behind Kakashi and stepped into carnage. The door had been blown inward off its hinges; scraps of wood littering the floor like kindling. Both guards were on the ground, chests blown open by chidori and their faces locked in a grimace. Eerie blue light flooded the space. Kakashi towered over their target. Lightning paled the man’s face more than fear as he raised both hands in surrender, weaponless and trembling. Kakashi held death steady in one palm.
“Where are your orders?” Kakashi bit off each word, sharp as razor wire.
The man reached inside his vest and offered a thin, leather book. Kakashi jerked the volume from his grasp and tossed it toward Genma. “It’s there,” the man said,as he stumbled toward his feet. “Everything you need is in there. I surrender, I’ll go willingly—”
Kakashi spun, burying his chidori in the man’s chest. Blood sprayed against the wall behind him, dripping in meaningless patterns. The man’s body slumped to the ground, dragging Kakashi with it, and the light went out. Near darkness bathed the room, and it took Genma’s eyes a minute to adjust. Kakashi slumped over the dead man, chest heaving with a noise that sounded too much like a sob for Genma’s comfort.
Metal clattered as the kunai fell from Kakashi’s grasp, followed by the dull impact of fist on flesh. Kakashi slammed his hands against their dead target’s chest again and again. His breath sped toward panic with every punch, curses and half-sobs breaking the wheeze of pain. Genma reached out.
Kakashi spun, fist sailing through the space that Genma’s head had occupied moments before. The second punch caught Genma in the ribs and his armor softened the blow. He caught Kakashi’s wrist and spun, trapping it between them. “Stop,” Genma hissed, struggling to contain the fury as an elbow slammed into his ribs. He tightened his hold. “Dammit, Kakashi, stop. it’s over.”
The words had an instant effect. The fight bled out of Kakashi’s body, and he shoved Genma away. “You think I don’t know that? He’s gone, and none of this matters. None of it will bring him back.”
For a moment, Genma recalled a younger Kakashi, standing in the cemetery with tears streaming down his cheeks. He’d lost the final pieces of his family when Minato and Kushina died. Genma saw the same bone-deep despair in the man’s eyes now. Kakashi shook his head. “I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t save any of them.”
“I know,” Genma answered, wishing he could offer something besides acknowledgement. Grey and red eyes rose with a question that Genma ignored. He caught Kakashi by the shoulders in a rough hug, felt the sob that ripped through his friend’s chest, and stayed there until it steadied. When they moved apart, he squeezed Kakashi’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s take him home. We can do that much for him.”
Hnstly Chara ws gnna b MIA the entre dy b thy sw 1 fnny pst abt stbbng ppl n it genuinly mde thm lgh so thy styd a littl longr…,,,
Edit: i ws actlly genuinly wondrng y Chara hsnt dispprd 4 more thn a dy, thise week, n i jst realizd its bc thy tld me thy wldnt disppr n theyr actlly holdng 2 tht n im so. Im jst. Yea ;_:
Luca pulled his hand through his hair as he worked on the papers on his desk. He rubbed his hand over his eyes.
A knocking sounded from the door and he lifted his head.
“Fuck off” he snapped annoyed.
The door opened and Henry came into the room. “Sir… the Boss is asking for you” he said.
Luca frowned as he looked at Henry. “Fuck…. Fine” he said, slowly getting up.
“Are you alright, Sir?” Henry asked.
“Fine” Luca said “Now start moving”
Henry shrugged before he started walking, leading Luca to where Huuga was waiting for him.
Huuga was waiting for him inside one of the back offices. The man sat behind a desk, looking at some images on a computer screen. He looked up as the two entered the room.
“Sir” Luca said, giving the man a slight bow.
“Ah…. Luca” the man said, as he picked up a piece of paper and pushed it over the table towards Luca.
“I’ve got a job for you” he said “Just a warning. They will try to take you out”
Luca took the piece of paper, looking it over with a raised eyebrow. “A meeting with Devin?” he asked, glancing at Huuga.
Huuga nodded. “Yes” he said “You need to finish the drug deal”
“But I had nothing to do with that deal” Luca said slowly.
“Are you refusing?” Huuga asked slowly.
Luca frowned. “No, Sir” he said, hearing Henry breath out behind him.
Huuga nodded. “Good… Now get going” he said “You have about twenty minutes to get to the meeting point”
“Yes, Sir” Luca said, with a nod as he turned and left the room.
Luca paused outside the room, taking a deep breath.
“Sir” Henry said “They will kill you”
Slowly a smirk formed on Luca’s face. “Yes they will” he said slowly as he started walking “Call them and let them know that we will be about half an hour late”
Steve couldn’t help but kick himself as he drove to the Daniels’. He’d been so stupid, he knew he had. It was entirely his fault, too. He shouldn’t have turned his back on someone who had threatened to stab him, he really should have known better.
Luckily, it was just a glancing wound, but it definitely needed stitches and of course it was just out of his reach. He’d called ahead, Fao was home, as were Finn and Ely for a change. There was no way he could go to A&E, they’d just act a million questions he didn’t have time or energy for. Fao would do.
He knew better than to use the front door; he’d had plenty of tellings off from Sheila and didn’t have the energy for another. He let himself in through the back, blood dripping as he unlocked the door. He’d obviously done a terrible job at an attempt at a bandage.
Fao met Steve at the door, unable to stop his smirk. “Well, this is a welcome change. C'mon, let’s get you sat before you keel over.”
Steve raised his hand in warning. “Don’t.”
“Alright, come on. Sit, yeah? I’ve got you.”
“Don’t take forever, will you?” He asked as he sat. “I just need it stitched up.”
“Mmhmm, I’ll be the judge of that.” Fao said, grabbing his supplies. “Top off.”
“It’s fine.” He told him, taking his top off. “See?”
“Yeah, because that much blood is always fine.”
“Nothing vital.”
“Sure.”
“See for yourself.”
Fao sat in front of him, adjusting the light to get a better look at the wound. It was still determinedly bleeding, but he managed to get a decent look at it. It wasn’t deep enough to have hit anything major, nothing about it had him worried.
“Alright, fine. Nothing vital, this time.” He said after a moment. “But you’re lucky it’s not worse.”
“I’m not lucky. I told you I was fine.”
“You are lucky, you’re bloody close to plenty of vital shit.”
“Stop with the lecture and just fix me up, will you?”
Fao hummed. “I’m getting there. Looking for the local…” He was sure he’d gotten some out.
“Alright.”
He couldn’t find it. It wasn’t with the rest of the kit where it was supposed to be, and as he rummaged through the drawers it was nowhere to be seen. Either someone had taken it and not put it back properly, or they’d forgotten to order some more when they’d run out.
“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath. “We’ve got none.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“I wish I was.”
He took a slow breath. “Fine. Just get it done.”
“We’ve got Midaz. Or propofol? Ely can come over.”
Steve scoffed. “You are not knocking me out.”
“I wouldn’t, Ely would.”
“None of you are.”
“I can hardly suture without giving you anything. Ely might be dating me but she’s not that bad.”
Steve stood. “You touch the propofol and you’re done.”
“Sit back down.” Fao told him, a hand on his shoulder. “Pain meds then. Morphine?”
“No. I’m working later.”
“No you’re not.”
“Not if you keep taking forever.”
“Without pain relief, this is gonna suck. It’s gonna suck even with pain relief. Take the Midaz, Steve. Or at the very least some oramorph.”
“No.” He pulled his shirt on. “I’ll ask Finn instead.”
“Finn’s been having myos all morning. Do you really want him to suture? Over the surgical reg?”
“At the minute, neither of you are doing it.”
“Fine, I’ll do it with no pain meds. If you’re so determined to suffer then you can. Shirt off.”
He pulled it back over his head, glad his back was to Fao as he grimaced in pain. “It’s not even that bad now.”
“Sure, sure.”
Steve sat on the bed, and turned to Fao. “Nice and quick, then.”
“Can you lay down for me?”
“If I must.”
“Just want to make sure you’re not going to go anywhere.”
“As if anywhere would let me in looking like this.”
“I don’t want you keeling over off the edge of the bed, yeah? Don’t feel like scraping you off the floor.”
“My blood pressure is fine.” He said, though did lie down.
“Surely that’s more comfortable, anyway?” Fao said, picking up his kit. “Just shout if you need a break, alright?”
“It is.” He agreed. “Do me a favour and don’t fuck it up.”
“Me? Fuck up? I’m hurt.” Fao said, and started to suture.
Steve tapped his feet. “You’ll get over it.”
“I might not.” He said, chewing his lip as he concentrated. He wasn’t about to do sloppy work.
“I’m sure you will.”
He was quiet then, too busy on his work. It was difficult, Steve was fidgety, and after a few minutes he frustratedly adjusted his light. Ely walked in after that, and he twisted to look at her.
“A stór. The last stock take we did, did we order any local? I’ve just turned the place upside down looking for some.”
Ely frowned at him. “I thought Steve did the last one. Are you suturing without any?”
“I wish I wasn’t.” Fao grumbled.
“Oh, fucking hell. Really, Steve?”
“Don’t be nice to him, he refused painkillers.”
“And we wonder where you get it from.” She teased.
“If you’re going to flirt, will you do it in your own time?” Steve interrupted. “I need this over with.”
“Painkillers would help.” Ely said, sitting down next to him. “I really can’t get you anything?”
“No.” He winced as Fao started up again. “It’ll be over soon.”
“I just saw you wince.”
“It’s difficult to suture neatly when you keep fidgeting, Steve.”
“I’m staying as still as I can.”
“Which is why you need meds.” He said bluntly.
Ely sighed. “Look, ignore him, he’s an ass. Won’t you let me give you something?”
“I told Fao, I’m working later.”
“Not with a wound like that.”
“A few stitches and I’ll be fine.”
“Judging by the blood that’s around, you need rest. Have some meds, and then you can sleep it off. We’ve got plenty of midaz and other stuff, we could do twilight or something. Then it’ll be done before you know it.” Ely said gently.
“Please, Ely. Just let Fao get on with it.”
“I’m better than Fao with the drugs. Not even some codeine, morphine? Just to take the edge off, Steve.”
His protests were interrupted as he jumped, jerking away from Fao. He groaned through clenched teeth. “Fuck.”
Fao swore, and dropped his stuff with a clatter. “I can’t keep doing this.”
Steve didn’t move, hands clenched into fists as he tried to breathe through the pain.
“That’s it, Steve, breathe through it. Nice deep breaths.” Ely soothed. “Let me give you something? Please, just so we can sort this.”
“What?”
“It would be best to try some sedation, some midaz or fentanyl. That’ll keep you still, really. Means we can finish quicker.”
“The bare minimum.”
“Of course. Only as much as you need.”
“I need to still be conscious and talking.” He countered, offering her his arm.
“Mmhmm. We’ll look after you.” Ely said, grabbing some gloves and a cannulation kit.
“I’m serious, Ely.”
“We need you to settle and be still, so Fao can suture. You’ll be relaxed.” She told him.
“Fao was doing a fine job.”
“I was trying my best, but you were too fidgety.” Fao told him. “I just need you to be relaxed enough not to move, yeah?”
“I wasn’t moving.” He grumbled.
“Alright.” Fao wasn’t about to argue with him, but just let his girlfriend work.
Ely got set up quickly, well practiced by now. Gone were the days when doing things like this used to scare her. Now it was virtually second nature. She got the cannula in easily - Steve was a welcome change from Fao’s difficult veins or a seizing Finn.
Steve watched her carefully as she worked. He trusted her clinical skills - it had been half the reason she’d been picked in the first place - but he didn’t trust her to not drug him. He didn’t trust either of them.
With the monitoring set up that she wanted (or rather, what she knew she could get away with without Steve having a strop) Ely shared a look with Fao as she measured out the meds. They’d worked together long enough now that Fao knew exactly what she wanted, and so he moved his stool slightly, aiming to distract Steve as she gave the drugs.
“Who are you on shift with tonight, Steve? Did you see the rota?”
He took the bait. “I didn’t recognise the name. Think it’s someone new.”
“Fresh blood? At least they can’t be any worse than us lot, eh?”
Ely gave the meds as quickly as she dared, enough to make sure Fao could get everything sorted. She rubbed his arm, hoping to be another welcome distraction.
“Oh, you…twat.” He slowly turned to Ely. “What did I tell you?”
“Just relax, Steve. I only gave you as much as you need, yeah? Couple of nice deep breaths for me?”
“I should go. Serve you right.” He struggled to focus, to piece the sentence together.
“Later, yeah? Let’s just take a deep breath, relax for me.” Her voice was gentle.
He hummed. “Yeah.”
“Well done, that’s it. Just relax, you can close your eyes if you want.”
He pulled his hand from Ely’s reach. “No more.”
She laughed. “No more, I promise. How about a little nap, hmm?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Always have a choice. Thought it might be nice, I bet you’re feeling pretty sleepy.”
“Twat.”
“So you’ve said.” She said lightly. “It’s alright, we’ll look after you.”
“Thanks.”
“That’s okay, that’s what we’re here for.” She said, and glanced over at Fao. He hadn’t started to suture again yet, but was fussing over the wound, trying to ease the bleeding a little.
As Fao hit a particularly sore point, he turned to look at the wound. “Ow.”
“Sorry, Steve. It’s a bit sore, isn’t it? Don’t worry, it’ll get better.”
“Will it?”
“Yeah, just focus on those deep breaths.” Ely told him. “Nice and relaxed.”
Steve did as he was told; after all, he didn’t really have much choice. He shifted slightly to get more comfortable (and just to annoy Fao, he was sure), and shut his eyes. He might as well try and sleep through it as much as he could.
“That’s it, well done.” She said, rubbing his arm, and then turned to her boyfriend. “Go on, shouldn’t have any trouble now.”
Fao nodded, and started to suture, as quickly as he could. He hated this just as much as Steve did, they just didn’t have a choice.
Fao was taken through to resus, prealerted on the way. He was gently told off, told he should have called an ambulance instead of driving home, to which Sheila would have laughed. As if Fao would listen to that.
They struggled with cannulating him, but thankfully his blood pressure wasn’t too bad for him and they seemed to have the bleeding almost under control.
“Honestly, I’m really not that bad. I’m fine.” He protested.
“Stabbed isn’t fine.” Sheila muttered worriedly.
“It’s only a little bit stabbed.”
“That doesn’t make a difference!”
“I’m fine. Honestl- ow.” He whined, his jaw tense. “That fucking hurts.”
“Sorry, Fao. We’ve got to do this.” The doctor by his side apologised. “We need to check this.”
“Can I at least have some pain relief?” He groaned.
“It’s on the way.”
He huffed. “Usually like to give my patients analgesia before I prod them.” He grumbled.
“You’ve said you can’t have morphine, we’re having to get some ketamine in.” He said sharply. “And we need to stop the bleeding before you decide to bleed out on us.”
“I can’t have morphine because my BP tanks and it makes me vomit everywhere. I’m not being fussy, I just can’t tolerate it.” He snapped.
“Yes, yes. We’re getting it.”
“Sorry I’m such an inconvenience.” He muttered
The nurse beside him sighed. “You’re alright. We’re just getting you sorted. I’ve got your pain meds here, just need your arm.”
Fao gladly offered it. “Thanks.” He breathed, tipping his head back with a pained groan as the Dr aggravated things again, pain lancing through his side.
“Try and stay still. It’ll make it easier.” He said. “You’ve had your pain relief now.”
“Tryin’.”
Sheila edged her way back to his side again, taking his hands. “You’re okay. Just keep breathing, I’m right here.”
“Breathin’ hurts.”
“I know, I know. But the meds will help soon.”
“Mmhmm.”
“And you can tell me all your secrets again.”
“Got none.”
“I think that’s a lie.”
He shook his head. “Isn’t.”
“Sure, sure.” She smiled at him. “You’ll be okay.”
He gripped Sheila’s hand tightly as they did something particularly painful, a whine escaping him without it meaning to.
“Shh, shh, shh. I’ve got you. You’re okay. It’s okay.” She turned to the doctor. “Can’t you at least warnhim?!”
“Sorry, but I’ve got a job to do.”
She returned to facing Fao, silently fuming. “Focus on me instead.”
He looked up at her, trying to focus on her and breathing through the pain. He just wanted it to be sorted - less fuss and more time to rest.
“I’ve got you. You’re okay.”
“‘M okay. Could go home.”
“You were stabbed, sweetheart. You’re not going home just yet.”
“Jus’ a few stitches and ‘m done.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“‘M hungry.” He grumbled.
She had to laugh. “That’s what you’re thinking about?”
“Better than anythin’ else.”
“It is. What are we getting then?”
“What did Fred cook?”
“It was a lasagne. Quite nice.”
Fao groaned. “I want lasagne.”
“You can have some when you’re home.”
“Fao, we’re going to get you to CT. You need a scan, and we’ll go from there.”
Sheila glanced at them. “Surgery?”
“It’s a possibility. We’ve got the bleeding under control at the moment, but he has lost a lot of blood. That’s obvious by his blood pressure too. We’re not sure where the bleeding is coming from, and we won’t be until we get the scan.”
“Fuck that.” He grumbled. “Stitch it and send me home.”
“Unfortunately, we can’t do that.”
“Fao, you’re staying.”
“Jus’ for CT then.” He said softly.
“We’ll take it.” Sheila smiled at him. “You’ll be okay.”
“Yeah. Hurts.”
They were quick to wheel him round to CT, and even quicker to do the scan. It felt like an eternity to Sheila, waiting with bated breath to find if her eldest needed another surgery.
Fao hated CT, it made him stressy and feel like he was out of control. He knew it would be over quick, and it was nothing compared to what Finn went through, but it still stressed him out. He struggled to breathe through it, and then was left waiting whilst they made a decision - he figured he’d be seeing one of the team soon. One of histeam.
“Fao. A surprise to see you here. It’s usually Finn, isn’t it?”
“Thought I’d change it up.” Fao said, voice strained.
“Yeah? Trying to one-up him?”
“I always say that, and that they have to outdo the other.” Sheila added.
“I’m not too bad though. It’s okay.”
“You say that,” the surgeon continued, “we’re going to admit you to HDU, keep you in a few days. We’re hopefully not going to need to do surgery, but you do have a laceration to your kidney.”
Fao groaned. “Really?”
“It could have been a lot worse.”
“How long on HDU?”
“Until you’re stable enough to go home.”
He rolled his eyes. “I should have seen that coming. What’s the plan before that, though? Are you going to send another poor reg down to suture?”
“Are you going to be an ass?” There was a hint of familiarity to his tone.
“Not all of the time.”
“Then I’ll suture.”
“Who are you under today? Coates?”
“Do you want him instead?”
“No, I was just curious.” Fao said, shifting a little in an attempt to get comfortable.
“How’s your pain doing? We can get some more, might do some sedation for the stitches, just where it is and what’s happened. What do you think?”
“The pain is shit, but I don’t need sedation. Just so long as you’re good with your local.”
“We’ll top up your painkillers, get that more regular. I’ll be back in a few minutes to do your stitches.”
“Thanks. Had a hard time getting them in the first place.”
The paladins found Keith laying on the floor, they thought he was injured and hurried to get him into a healing pod. Only Keith wasn’t just injured, he was cursed by haggar. She had cursed him just before the others arrived. Keith wasn’t sure what the curse was he thought maybe it hadn’t worked. That was until this morning, he had this strange feeling someone was in his head.
Haggar was using Keith to see what the other paladins where doing there battle plans among other things. Now she had another purpose for the curse. The plan involves Keith killing his fellow paladins. Haggar was just waiting for the right moment.
It surprised the other paladins when Keith abruptly stood from his seat in the dining room. Keith’s face bared no emotion, it was cold even. He took his blade off of his belt and within a split second it was wedged into Shiro’s chest. He hadn’t meant to do that and the others could tell. There was a split second that Keith’s face screamed for help, he looked afraid almost. However he didn’t stop he pulled his blade out and watched as hunk carried Shiro to the healing pods blood still poring from his wound. The others quickly overpowered Keith and took him to the med bay where they strapped him to one of the beds. Of course non of them wanted to but they had no choice he might hurt himself or others.
Coran began examining Keith, once he was finished he called the paladins back into the med bay. Coran explained that he was cursed by strong magic presumably Haggars and that it must have happened when they found Keith laying on the ground. All the paladins where curious as to how they undo the curse. Coran knew how but unfortunately it was extremely painful. So instead of explaining he simply said “watch and you’ll see.”.
Coran placed one hand on Keith’s heart and the other on Keith’s forehead. He began mumbling something in Altean. Suddenly without warning Keith let out loud pain filled screams that echoed around the med bay. Keith’s screams didn’t let up until the very last second as Coran removed his hands from the now shaking paladin laying in front of him. All of a sudden it was like he had an realisation, his face overcome with shame,worry and guilt he blurted out in a hurried tone “Shiro is he alright, how could I do that to him. I’m a horrible person, please tell me he’s going to be ok ?”
Haggar had failed again but the paladins knew that this curse was by far not her last attempt. She’d be back …
Allura and lotor where in the quintessence field when Keith returns to the castle of lions. He looks stressed and it doesn’t take the paladins long to notice. Keith explains to them that lotor has been playing them to gain there trust. He catches them up on all the information he has gathered on motors plan.
The paladins and Keith stood around catching up waiting for lotors arrival. Once he enters the room with the princess they are all stood waiting for him. It doesn’t take long for lotor to figure out that they are onto him. At first he’s not sure what to do but then he sees the blade attached to alluras suit. He reaches for it and at first he thinks no one had seen him until the former red paladin was charging at him with his blade. Lotor being much taller than Keith had the advantage and simply knocked the blade from his hand.
Lotor dug the blade straight into Keith’s chest narrowly avoiding his heart. The other paladins don’t register what happened until Keith let’s out a gut wrenching scream. Lotor quickly pulls back the blade letting Keith drop to the floor before running out towards an escape pod. Keith was left laying in a pool of his own blood. Shiro and Coran where the first to react, running to Keith’s side.
Keith couldn’t describe the pain he felt in that moment. His lungs felt like they would explode at any moment. The pool of blood beneath him was only growing bigger. Thick red blood continued to spew out of his open chest. His breathing was quick and uneven which concerned Coran. Soon after reaching Keith’s side Shiro lifted him into his arms and quickly made his way to the healing pods. He suddenly grew concerned when Keith went limp in his arms, when he looked down he realised that his eyes were shut and his chest was barely rising. He yelled in a panicked tone for Coran to hurry up with setting up the pod. Once it was completely set up Shiro quickly and carefully placed Keith inside and allowed the pod to close.
Suddenly all the paladins realised that in there panic about Keith lotor somehow managed to escape. Now not only did they want him dead because he lied to them and used them he also almost killed one of their friends, a part of their family. There was no way any of the paladins where letting him get away with this.
[Image ID: Image one is a picture of a Little Caesars pizza box. A hand is holding a knife out directly above it. Image two is a blurry close-up shot showing the knife being stabbed through the neck of the Little Caesars mascot on the box. / End ID]
Warnings: lady whumpee, blood, death mention, stabbing
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Less than a hour later, Adelaide’s boots are planted on the deck of Virginia’s Daughter, sword clutched in a sweat-slick hand, fear coursing through her veins. The good news for her is that this isn’t one of the vessels full of families, so she doesn’t have to worry about traumatizing children.
The bad news is that instead, it’s full of men with swords.
Or, it was full of men with swords. Some of them are still fighting with the pirate crew, some have been cornered and their weapons confiscated. Others now lie bleeding on the deck.
