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Thread: I keep her under the floorboards | comments welcome

Pleaseplease help me. Dont let him kill me. I dont wanna die I cant die. I have a family. Please. She had no face, just an oval shaped head with hair but her arms and hands reached out to me as she tried to get out of the chain at her ankles and slicing her skin in the process. She was desperate and there was nothing I could do. I dont know why I am here in this room with the loose floorboards, or how I got here. Im afraid as I watch her in my drug induced state as I shake my head curling in on myself even more. I, like her, have chain around my ankles. I, like her, will eventually die. What else was there? Step Step Step Our breath stills, eyes aimed at the door. Step Step Step The door opens and the faceless girl screams. NO PLEASE! I WONT DO ANYTHING I WONT TELL ANYONE! JUST PLEASE DONT KILL ME. PLEASE! JACOB HELP ME! She knows my name. My body jerks on its own accord shielding me from my nightmares, protecting me as I sit up expecting to feel a hard concrete surface beneath me Instead its the soft give of a couch as I look around the room first thinking that Marcus caught up to me but untensing as I see nothing that should give me the impression. Theres a clock on the table next to the couch that reads 4 oclock and I know its right. I fall into a mini coma after I go out on my binges. Its my body recuperating from being on high energy for nearly half the day. It smells nice here Like home. Hmm mm. I still at the muffled sound and place my feet on the floor One Two Standing slowly so as not to make myself dizzy and I hear the sound again. I follow it like any curious idiot would do, walking down a small hall until I go to a door and looked inside. There was a crib. I looked down the hall to my left and right. I knew I shouldnt be doing this but babies were a weak spot of mine. They were so innocent. Sonot what I was. I stepped inside slowly. My mouth forming into a smile as I saw the rosy cheeks and head of hair. The boy had his foot in his mouth and was gurgling around it as he stared at me. I wanted to touch him but I didnt. Looking at him made me feel a little bit calmer, like less of an addict. Looking at him made me want a child of my own and that was selfish. Twenty three, on drugs, and without a steady jobpossibly even a lunatic . I didnt deserve a child. Someone whod love me unconditionally. I sighed and bit my lip as I shoved my hands into my pockets and shifted wondering who would let someone like me into their house. My mother wouldnt even let me set foot onto her front lawn let alone her house. What are you doing? My head snapped up to the Front door and my heart skipped three beats. I wanted to runbut he was blocking the way.
Thread: I keep her under the floorboards | comments welcome

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Thread: I keep her under the floorboards | comments welcome

They worked well together on this shoot! Their bodies are always connected in an infinite loop save the last photo. It makes it feel like they're constantly in tune with one another. Last edited Apr 29, 2022
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Thread: I keep her under the floorboards | comments welcome

Title Of Ash and Ocre
Thread: Strangers of the oddest kind. ((Goddess&I))

Belle Reve We had an escape last night. Several explosions were heard, but there was no evidence of an explosion. In fact, all that we found are two metahumans that are not now, nor have they ever been prisoners here at Belle Reve. Hugo Strange was speaking to Batman and Superman in his office. They had been asked to see if they could figure out how so many inmates managed to escape and figure out who the two newcomers were. In fact, as far as we have been able to find neither of the two even exist. There have been no matches for prints or with facial recognition software. All we know about them as they both in fact have powers and have no idea on how they got here or who the other one even is. The warden was visibly concerned for the two that he currently had in solitary confinement. And what they do know makes no sense. They talk about cities and heroes that don't exist and... Well, we really aren't equipped to handle this kind of situation. Superman stepped forward and smiled at the man. Don't worry, we'll figure this out. Mark was trying his best to not be upset. It wasn't working well, but he was giving it his all. Mark was wearing an orange jumpsuit and a collar around his neck that had somehow neutralized his powers. He understood why they locked him in a cell, but that didn't mean he enjoyed being locked in a bare concrete room or being interrogated by a rather apologetic bald guy. He had woken up in the cell and had been questioned very extensively about who he was and what he was doing there. Worst of all they didn't seem to know who he was or know of any of the other heroes he mentioned. At eighteen, Mark thought he was too young to go dimension hopping. The last thing he remembered was going out for a late nigh patrol after finding his mother passed out on the couch, again. After that there was nothing but waking up in a cell with a bulky collar around his neck. Luckily, the warden seemed to figure out that he wasn't a threat and promised to get a hold of people that could help them. This is why when his cell door opened and two caped men stepped inside he wasn't all that surprised.
Thread: Strangers of the oddest kind. ((Goddess&I))

Anna Marie was plenty used to isolation by this point, though admittedly it was mostly self imposed. As her lower back leaned on the wall and her arms wrapped around her knees. She half wished to grab hold of one of the many people keeping her there, getting a glimpse at their memories, to understand what the blazes she was doing here, or for that matter where here was. At 18, she was just about to finish High School, to attempt to live a normal life, or as normal as you could get when you sucked the life of every living being by merely touching them. Last thing she remembered, she was arguing with her roommate, Kitty, for some unknown reason, probably overuse of the bathroom again. It was no mission, it was no mutant power she knew, and the fact that there were so many unknowns pissed her off. She sighed, admittedly getting bored. Ya know, if you're done with all the questioning, you could at least give me a book so I don't die of boredom, she said snarkily, catching a glance at the two caped men from afar. You the bosses of here? Batman
Thread: Strangers of the oddest kind. ((Goddess&I))

There had been quite a bit of talking next. At first from the costumed pair that had his things returned when they were satisfied with his answers and then the technicians at some place called Star Labs that he had been surprised to find out were privately owned. Some time after getting his collar removed and his costume back, but before they left the prison he had met the girl that had appeared alongside him in the prison. Unfortunately he didn't recognize her and didn't really get a chance to talk to her during the transport to Star Labs where they were separated once more. When he first heard that he hadn't appeared alone he had hoped it had been Atom Eve, but it turns out he wasn't that lucky. Actually, if he had been that lucky he wouldn't have ended up in what he assumed to be another dimension. The next several hours were just made up of test after test. They scanned him repeatedly with several machines, some looking a bit more familiar than others, while they repeated the questions that the warden and the two superheros that brought them here asked. All of it grated on his nerves, but he didn't need them to point out that he had no way to get home on his own and that needed their help. So, his mouth stayed shut and he tried to keep his comments to himself. When they had everything they needed he was taken to a room where he found the girl from before. Once more they were led to a new location under the care of the same two capes as before, though this time the method of transport was a teleporter. The new location was apparently some kind of island base used by a youth team of superheros. Some of which had greeted them, three exactly, and where informed that they would be staying there until a way home had been found for them. The three were called Nightwing, Superboy and Miss Martian. It seemed most of the team were out on missions of various kinds, but they would meet them soon enough, or so they were promised before they left. All Mark really knew was that for the first time since they had been discovered by the Belle Reve guards, he was alone with the girl that had appeared with him. They were in a living room with a an ugly green couch and a large television. Oddly enough though the walls and floor looked like they were made from solid stone and the only thing Mark could think to say was, I wonder if they have cable. God, he wished he had changed out of his costume before leaving the lab.
Thread: Spies and Secrets. (Alpha and Sacred)

Port Paradise was a small cluster of man made islands nestled in the Caribbean. It was a place for people of all walks of life to come and enjoy the warm tropical breezes, pristine white sandy beaches and clear blue water. Casino's, hotels night clubs and shopping all in one place. Amid the scores of vacationing people, rich and poor, old, young and everything in-between no one paid much mind to the half dozen men in loose fitting linen suits and dark sunglasses. They moved in pairs, blending almost seamlessly into the crowds that moved along the busy main drag of the central island. Neon lights burning in the warm tropical night, casting shadows across the concrete. But the men in suits paid little attention to the sights around them. The wonders of the island where of little interest to them. Instead they focused on a single man who moved through the crowd. He was dressed simple enough, a Hawaiian shirt, tan khaki's and sandeles. His hair was brown and shaggy, as was his beard, the edges of a scar visible at his temples. He often joked that it was from a fly fishing accident when it was a kid, but anyone who looked closely enough would notice it was much more recent than that. As far as the people at the resort knew, his name was Martin, a bartender at the Sand Dune on the east island beach. But to these men this seemingly humble bartender was something far worse. To them his name was Jason Grave, and he was a highly trained covert operative who had gone AWOL four months earlier. A man who knew secrets that could put lives at risk. And they had one simple job, to remove the threat before he could act.
Thread: Spies and Secrets. (Alpha and Sacred)

There were a lot of beautiful women living and vacationing on the island, but there was one that got a lot more attention when she walked through the street. Among all of the beautiful women in bikinis and other lewd garments Anya Avdeyeva still stuck out pretty prominently, and it was no secret why. The blonde was a beauty. Large tits, wide hips, thick lips, a pretty face, and a small undertone of fitness to her curvy body that suggested that she had spent more than a bit of time inside of the gym. At least one man got cuffed on the shoulder by his significant other for staring at her ass and a woman staring at her got the suggestion from her husband of inviting her up for a threesome. Normally Anya would consider an offer like that, but unfortunately she wasn't going to end up being in the area for long enough to get picked up and invited back. She had some work that she needed to tend to right now anyway, the important work that explained why she was on the island. Of course it would be hard to tell that she wasn't on the island for pleasure from the way that she dressed. She wore tight sandals on her feet and a knee-length dress of a dark blue with a loose skirt that fluttered slightly. Her blonde hair was back in a ponytail and in her left hand she held a small purse. A pair of sunglasses were perched atop her head but they would of course be useless right now. She had a small watch on her left wrist and what looked to be a class ring on one of her fingers. She had a small smile on her face as she worked her way through her crowd and headed right towards the target. She knew that things weren't going to go well, she had to act fast. Unfortunately she also couldn't afford to spook him in public, so she simply kept walking with her eyes keeping track of the world around her.
Thread: Spies and Secrets. (Alpha and Sacred)

The men in their linen suits hung back from their target. Keeping a distance from him and hoping he wouldn't notice he was being followed. Their orders where to confront him in a place free of outside interference. He had been living in a small beach front house on one of the smaller islands, it was fairly isolated and they had determined that it would be the best place to make their move on him. Two of their numbers carried what looked to be beach bags over their shoulders, but if someone was to open them towels and sunscreen would not be found inside and instead they carried sub machine guns that could be quickly removed and fitted with suppressors. This unassuming looking bartender was dangerous. He had operated around the world, possessed an adaptive IQ of 180, spoke six languages and knew at least two different martial arts. He no doubt had prepared the small house he used for some form of attack. They would have to be smart if they where to accomplish their mission. Martin, or Jason, or whatever he wanted to call himself, veered off the main street. Following a foot path that led along the southern bank of the island towards a foot bridge. Looks like he's heading for home. one of the suits muttered into the concealed mic on his collar. The house was set back from the beach, nestled a bit a grove of palms that concealed it from view, the terrace looking out towards the water. The hit team had scouted the area the day before, surprised to find no counter measures hidden amid the dense foliage. The gathered there now, one of them watching the house through the night vision scope of his rifle while the others prepared their weapons. They knew he was in there, even if the sniper couldn't get a visual. The warm lights inside told them everything. Jackets came off, revealing the shoulder holsters they wore, spare magazines where tucked into belts and the five man assault team moved away from their hiding place, leaving the sniper there to cover them as they advanced. Three of them slipped over the railing onto the terrace, staying well back from the windows to hide amid the shadows before reaching the back door, taking up positions to breach wile the other two moved around the front of the house. The kitchen window was open and one of the back door men worked a flash bang loose from his belt and tossed it in. At the count of five the device detonated with a blinding flash and a defining bang, the back door was kicked inwards off its hinges and the small house was stormed. They found their target sprawled out on the living room floor, disoriented and. One of the men trained his weapon on Grave and approached, catching him by the collar of his shirt and flung him towards the couch. Alright Grave he hissed through gritted teeth, Where is the Antomic? Fear raced across the man's face, his features going pale, his eyes wide, I...I don't know what you're talking about. My name's Marty Cole, I'm a bartender! he shrieked.
Thread: Spies and Secrets. (Alpha and Sacred)

She cursed quietly to herself when she saw that they were following him down the path towards his house. She could tell what direction they were moving in so she cut off in the other direction with a clear position in mind. There was an area behind the house that was slightly raised with a lot of brush for cover. She quickly hurried back there and ducked down. She had to get ready quickly. When she opened her purse anyone nearby would be able to tell very quickly that it wasn't just for holding her make-up and wallet. There was a handgun concealed in it for easy grabbing but right now that wasn't the weapon that she had planned to grab. A large portion of the purse pulled out and opened up to reveal a breakdown rifle which she quickly went to work assembling. She showed impressively practiced ease with assembling the weapon, and less than thirty seconds after the case was open she had the rifle assembled with a suppressor extending from the end of the barrel and a scope on the top of the rifle. Running in and taking on all of these guys wouldn't be a good idea, she knew that, so she decided that she would take them out with a bit more finesse. A moment later the blast of the flash bang rang through the air and she raised her rifle. She knew that they wouldn't shoot him before they could learn something, so that gave her the chance that she needed. She knew that the house was between her and the other sniper so right now she was free. She had a great angle from the back of the house to look into the living room. She looked through the scope and grinned widely. This was going to be a fun time. Only a moment later a small spitting sound that would be lost to the wind came, and a moment later one of the males that was aiming a gun at him cried out in pain as his left knee cap was blown to bits by a round ripping through it. He quickly buckled and a momemt later the fire increased. A half dozen rounds of well-aimed fire began pouring in through the back window, with the rounds whistling over Jason's head in the direction of the well armed men that were standing in front of him.
Thread: Spies and Secrets. (Alpha and Sacred)

This whole thing made no sense. Who the hell where these guys? Why where they standing in Marty's living room with big fucking guns pointed at him? Why did they keep calling him Grave and what the hell was the Antomatic? All these things kept running through his head over and over again but there where no answers for him anywhere. L....looks man, this has to be some kind of mistake! his protested, I'm telling you I'm just a bartender, I don't know anything about any Anomatic or anyone named Grave! The man who held the gun on him took a meniceing step forward, pressing the barrel of his weapon, an HK UPM .45, something Marty somehow knew but didn't know HOW he knew it, to his forehead, You've got till the count of three to tell me Grave, then your brains are on the couch. One, two.... The man never made it to three, a series of bullets tore through his body. Marty reeled backwards away from the man, rolling over the top of the couch and landing in a heap on the hard wood floor with a cry of pain. One of the other men opened up, pouring round after round into the couch. It took everything Marty had not to curl into a ball and scream in fear, instead he forced himself to crawl forwards, the bullets punching through the fabric as he moved, narrowly avoiding them and clambered through the bedroom door, kicking the door shut behind him and scuttled around to the far side of the bed. Shitshitfuckshitfuckfuckshit. he muttered, covering his hands with his head, shitshit whatthefuckisgoingon fuckshitshit. In the living room the man who had opened fire ejected the spent magazine from his weapon and locked a fresh one into place, the others had grabbed cover after the first volley of fire from outside the had dropped their leader. They didn't know where the fire had come from, with all the windows open it was hard to be sure. But this has just complicated matters. One of the men gestured to the man who had taken cover by the stove, indicating for him turn on the gas for the burners. They weren't going to be able to keep this neat and clean anymore. The easiest option now would be to burn the house down with Grave inside. The Antomatic would have to be dealt with later along with whoever was shooting at them.
Thread: Spies and Secrets. (Alpha and Sacred)

Anya was relieved to see that the man she had been sent to rescue wasn't just standing there. The bedroom wasn't the best location to go to, but it would provide him with a bit of cover while she finished off the rest of the shooters. Her position providing fire from afar was working well, but she knew that she couldn't let them get entrenched or she would have issues dealing with them. She knew that she couldn't stay right here, but luckily she was prepared for that eventuality. The scope that was attached to the top of the rifle was held on with a quick detach mount that allowed her to quickly grab the sight and pull it off. A set of folding sights were flicked up and a fire selector by her thumb would allow her to shift the weapon into automatic fire. It wasn't a weapon made for close combat, but with her skill she would be able to use it for such. The purse's shoulder strap slid over her shoulder before she took off through the underbrush towards the home that was waiting at the bottom of the small hill. Anya's choice to separate herself from the sniper with the house was paying off right now, but she ken that soon she was going to have to deal with him. There were a lot of different angles to this battle which was what made it difficult. The wall surrounding the bath tub provided a bit of cover, but soon she reached the edge. She was standing by the left of the back wall where she could see through into the living room. This was when she made her move. Her trained ambidexterity allowed her to swap the rifle into the other hand for her to aim it around the corner. Without any further ado she opened fire again, with muffled spits accompanying three round bursts of automatic fire shooting through the window of the living room. She could tell that they were going for the stove, so her fire was concentrated there and soon a round shot through the neck of the man that was attempting to turn on the gas which definitely prevented him from being able to fulfill his task. At that point her magazine ran dry, requiring her to drop behind cover. She caught the magazine as it fell and slipped it into her bag before grabbing out another magazine of twenty rounds to replace it. She only had sixty rounds for the rifle so she was going to have to fire sparingly if she didn't want to be stuck with just her sidearm.