#First Chapter

[tanaor]

Want to know how to hook you reader from the first moment??

(✨ Easy and quick tips to make your first chapter memorable✨)

There have been endless the number of times that I have wondered about the correct formula of starting an history, and although I've learned that in writing there is no one correct way around it, I have gathered some of the tips that helped me the most. That being said, let's get to the tips!!

Introduce them to the mc. Show the reader who they are and what they are facing (can be internal conflict or something instant). Don't start from the pov of a character they won't see again.

Show what the readers are going to feel through the book, the "vibe" that you spent countless Pinterest boards crafting. Do you want them to feel afraid? Happy? Hopeless? Perhaps cozy?

Don't introduce more than three characters at once, and try not to be confusing. Your readers are already lost when your story begins, so try to guide them gently. A confused mind always says no.

Start with something that will later affect the story and move your characters forward. Ask yourself: does this first scene have an impact on the characters or the plot? If no, you can try making it more impactful or starting somewhere else.

Get your readers' curiosity triggered. At the end of the scene, there must be something they want to know to continue reading. It doesn't have to be a cliffhanger, but something like "will the protagonist go on the quest?" or "what are they gonna do now that they don't have any shelter?". The "now that they ..." formula always works for me!

That's all for now, and thank you for reading! As always, happy writing :)

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[minawritesfanfic]

You are who you eat

Dexter Morgan x Reader

Word count: 2k

Summary: You thought you were the only rational serial killer in maimi but when you walk in on a certain someone from work, you realize you’re view of the world was very shallow.

Part 1

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I hummed to myself as I walked into work, Miami Metro Police Department. In one hand was four cups of fresh coffee and in the other a donut that I’d bought for myself, I greeted the girl at the front desk, Alissa, we said a quick hello and exchanged pleasantries before I continued down the hallway towards my office. I greeted nearly everyone I saw as I passed them making idly plans to visit this person, go to that persons birthday, and go swimming with another. After three more invitations I finally managed to make it to my sweet corner of the station and was greeted by familiar faces, only Jackie looked up at me with a smile. Sterling and Josefina l exhausted after pulling an all nighter.

“Good morning, you guys look like you need this.” I set down the coffees on their desks and looked up gratefully.

“You’re a godsend mi vida, you’re the reason I live.” Josefina said as she sipped away at her coffee and I just laughed as I set down my own coffee.

“You’re welcome, how come you guys are still here?”

“I’m still finishing my report but then I’m leaving.” Sterling said stretching his arms for a bit before grabbing his coffee.

“I was on my way out, just waiting for you to get here. These are for you to give to homicide, while I am going home to sleep for five days straight.” She grabbed a box off the floor and handed it to me.

“Uhh what’s this?” I asked as I damn near dropped the box from to how heavy it was, inside there were various old looking laptops.

“These are all the new computers that need to be distributed to the homicide department, but first we need to make sure they’re all using the correct and up to date software. Heads up most of them don’t.”

“So this is what all the approved overtime was for, just great. Alright I’ve got it from here, I’ll see you Thursday Josie.” I said as I set the box on the floor beside my desk.

I waved to Josefina as she left before sitting down at my desk, I booted up my computer and checked my email for my assignments for today. There were only three thankful so I decided to get those out of the way before starting on the computers for the homicide, I sent a quick reply and stood. I grabbed my coffee and took a sip as I stepped out the office, first on the agenda was a blue screen in one of the departments upstairs. I happily sipped at my coffee as I made my way to the elevator and as I pressed the button for the next floor I heard someone call out for me to hold the elevator. I did and a guy I had seen around a few times stepped into the elevator with his bag and he thanked me smiling politely. The elevator stopped at the next floor and we both stepped out, the man went straight ahead to homicide and I watched him for a moment before heading to left to internal affairs where I’d been requested and went to see what the issue was.

Thankfully I managed to finish all my assignments and with the computers for homicide at a reasonable hour, so I still have time to start preparing for my next meal, pot roasted Roger Hicks. Full time car salesman part time scum bag, he came on my radar after his name popped up in an ongoing case. After meeting with him in person and visting his home it was clear that he was exactly the kind of scum I thought he was, and tonights was the night I take him and turn him a more refined dish. I decided to stake out at the car dealership, wait for everyone to leave then strike him just as he’s leaving.

Finally the sun had set and I knew it was time as I saw Roger leaving the office, he had his bag over his shoulder and seemed to be in a good mood. I quietly got out of my car, I doubled checked my surroundings and started to cross the parking lot towards him when he suddenly turned around. I ducked back where I was and hid behind one of the show cars and realized that there was someone behind him, I peeked out from my hiding spot planning to hide until they left Roger alone but to my surprise they started to strangle him with something I couldn’t make out from afar in the dark. I was baffled and frustrated as I couldn’t even make out the other persons face as they had their back to me, all I could do was silently watch as the took the now collapsed Roger and rolled him into their van. I was speechless and frozen in place but composed myself as they got into their car, I had to find out what they were going to do to him. I got back in my car and watched as they high tailed it out of the parking lot, I turned my car on and followed them out.

It was a short drive but I made sure to be careful that whoever this was didn’t catch me followikg them, and I watched as they pulled into the driveway of a house I recognized. One of the victims houses, Ann Cohen, a chill ran down my spine as I drove past the house and parked further up the street. I got out and walked back to the house sneaking up on the side, I tried peeking in through the windows but I couldn’t see much of anything. I was going to have to break in, I sighed and went around to the back door which to my luck was still unlocked. I was thankful I wouldn’t have to lock pick anything because I absolutely sucked at it, I entered the house quietly and shut the door behind me. The house looked relatively untouched beyond some of Ann’s things being packed up in boxes, it was saddening knowing someone so full of life had it snuffed out and tainted. The thought revived my anger reminding me why I had chosen Roger for my next meal, I should be the one killing him not doing whatever this weirdo was trying to do.

I froze as I approached the living room and saw what this mystery person had done to it, it was covered in plastic and as I stepped closer I could see pictures on the wall that I realized where Roger’s other victims. Most notably though was Roger fucking Hicks laid out bare on a table covered in plastic wrap, I crouched down and decided to watch before doing anything rash. I watch through the plastic as this mystery man talked to Roger, I still couldn’t see his face as he had again had his back to me but as he began to walk around I saw him.

“Looks different under plastic but you spent an evening here… with Ann Cohen.” He said pointing to the corner of the room, “You took her last breath from her right over there. You remember?” I barely managed to supress my gasp of surprise. I know this guy, I work with this guy.

“No! You’re- you’re wrong, I couldn’t.” Roger denied adamantly and clearly confused.

“Well you would and you did, and you were about to do it again. That’s why we’re here.”

“No, this is insane. You got the wrong guy I-I sell cars, for godsake. I’ve never hurt anyone in my life- definitely not a woman.”

“Why can’t I do that?” The man asked ignoring all of Roger’s pathetic excuses.

“Do what?”

“Lie like that. I mean I thought I was good, but you, it’s.. mwah.” He said walking away to the other side of the table grabbing something that I wasn’t able to see.

“I don’t lie!”

“Okay, that one was weak.”

Roger started to try and buy his way out offering the man but he had a rebuttal to everything he said, it was almost funny watching their interaction. Roger trying everything he could but nothing seemed to work on him, as he so easily saw through his lies. Though as Roger brought up his girlfriend things seemed to take a different turn and he had the man’s full attention, even though his words were uncaring but his body language portrayed a different picture. Roger didn’t see what I saw though and started an angry tangent about how awful women were but he wasn’t rambling on long before the man stabbed him in the chest. I took that as my cue to leave, I knew who this guy was and what his intentions are but I need to learn more I do anything rash. I stood up but my legs were weak from being on the floor for so long, I reached out to the thing neared to me and accidentally knocked over a lamp.

I turned and saw him looking directly towards me but I figured he couldn’t make out my face in the dark, I bolted out the door and back around the house. I could hear him scrambling out to follow me but he didn’t follow me for long, I figured he thought it was better to clean up after himself than chase me. I sighed and got back into my car, driving off without giving it a second thought. My heart was racing and adrenaline pumped through my veins, I had seen a lot of things as a serial killer but never something like this. Sure I’d seen organized and carefully killers before but never like that, that was the king of kill room where nothing was left behind. It was the perfect crime scene, part of me was jealous I hadn’t though of it first it was so much smarter then staying in one place where I could be found. Not that I was going to give up the cozy spot that was my morgue kill room, it was like a third home to me but I couldn’t still admire this guy’s dedication to the craft.

The drive home was quiet, I was so consumed in my thoughts I hadn’t even bothered to turn on the radio. I just couldn’t get what I saw out of my mind and all yhe anger I felt over having my target stolen simply faded away, I was enamored and fascinated by him. Though I needed to do some more research as he may be another person I need to add to my grocery list, I hoped I wouldn’t have to. From his words it seemed like he had targeted Roger specifically because of what he had done to both those girls and was planning to do to another, maybe he killed murders and serial killers like me. Maybe that was me jumping the gun, but it was nice to hope because that definitely wasn’t his first time killing. My mind wandered on and on even as I started unlocking my front door, I pulled out my key and swung the door open before shutting it behind me. I carefully took off my shoes at the front door and proceeded to plop down onto my couch, a wistful sigh left my lips as I started up at the ceiling. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come as it would give me the chance to find out who this mystery guy was, for now all I knew was that he worked in homicide. Which was likely where he found Roger, I managed to get a glimpse at the case when I was restoring some files on one of the detectives computers. I wondered what he kept as a trophy for his kills, maybe he photographed them like me. After every meal I turn my victims into, I scrapebook it. Its perfectly inconspicuous and allows me to broadcast it to the whole world with no fear of someone questioning, because without context its just a compliantion of dishes I have made. Regardless it was getting late and I had work in the morning, with a groan I rolled off the couch and disappeared into my bedroom not even bothering to shower before bed.

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[falesiastuff]

Whispers of Souls

Emmrich and Kate fan comic.

Hello everyone!

I finally finished reworking the pages of the first chapter of this project. A fan comic about Emmrich with my OC Kate (who is not Rook, I should point out). I do it to learn and for fun.

It took me forever to fix these tables. I changed the style several times; I went back over and over, recoloring, recomparing, and noticing mistakes here and there. I will make a post where I will show this whole process.

In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this first chapter and how I transformed it artistically.

Of course, that doesn't mean I won't change the way I do the tables in the future, so if you want to leave feedback, I will be more than happy to read it and write it down.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Humankeeper's first chapter is out!

And you can read it here! (and if that doesn't work, here's the exact same link but copy-pastable lol - https://archiveofourown.org/works/63921304)

I wanna thank everyone for giving me so much love on prompt 149, it really makes me happy :)) And now a taglist of people I think would be interested in the chapter! Also let me know if you think that reblogs on this post for future updates or new posts entirely are a better idea. And if I should add any of you guys to a tagging list for it! Much love!!! GFP!!!

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[else-creates]

Nobody Can Help You. Prologue A: The San Francisco Incident

Superhumans have existed for decades. Superheroes are a simply a specialized division of law enforcement answering to the Department of Superhuman Integration. As a result Superheroes exist to protect the status quo, serving a government and the politicians' wealthy donors through a legal monopoly on force. To the average Superhero, it's not about saving people... It's just a job.

Who protects the people in a world where the heroes have been bought?

Who do you call for help when the heroes don't work overtime?

Who stands up for the rights of the people when the heroes side with riot police to squash dissent?

In Port Xavier that job falls to Cassie 'Culverin' Queensbury and the rest of her team 'The Nobodies' because when the heroes aren't Super then... NOBODY CAN HELP YOU

[major-nasya]

Hey ho! Just imagine, I started to write fanfic (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

And I think it would be cool to draw some sketch illustrations to it. It's only one chapter now, but I plan to write about 10-15 if I have enough energy and inspiration apsospa

Anyways I’ll be extremely happy for your feedback 💕

🕷️First chapter🕷️

[gothicbloodfox77]

Chapter 1 is up on AO3!!

Hope y’all like it

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64652362/chapters/166080886#main

[jestergoblinthing]

AAAAH I'M SORRY HERE YOU GO

A Murky Start

Part 1

The submarine trembles around you as it traverses through the hadal zone. That’s 11,700 pounds of pressure per square inch surrounding you outside these metal walls.

Never in a million years would you imagine that this could be your fate. To have had one of your friends smuggle an illegal substance with you on your road trip. To then be pulled over and found by the police. To be convicted as an accomplice when you had no idea it was even in the car to begin with.

Now you’re stuck in this metal tube with several other real criminals, heading to be locked inside a building 8,000 meters below the water’s surface.

At least they promised you your freedom. You just need to retrieve a crystal inside a collapsing building, how hard could that be!?

You roll your eyes at your own sarcastic thought. Everyone is quiet, it makes you even more anxious.

The boy across from you looks anxious as well, but he keeps a calm expression. He’s a newbie just like you, although from what you’ve overheard he’s still just a kid. Only 18 when he was convicted of shoplifting and underage drinking. Your typical young and dumb shit.

Sitting beside him is a slim looking fella, somehow sitting in the most nonchalant way possible. Legs stretched out wide like how you’d imagine any average guy to sit, arms spread over the top of the seats. You guess he’s a stoner. Everything from the distant look in his eyes, to his unkempt hair and stubble of a beard just practically screams it.

Then there’s the man sitting to your right. Built like a brick wall, he’s sporting lots of tattoos and has a bald, scarred head. Even so much as glancing at him gives you a chill down your spine, he doesn’t look friendly in the slightest bit.

You glance back up at his face again only to see him already side eyeing you. A lump forms in your throat and you quickly look away, pretending to be looking at something else.

After a long time of nerve-racking silence a pinging melody plays in the sub. It’s the intercom, and from it a voice echoes; “As discussed during your briefing, your primary objective is to secure and bring back the Crystal. Your secondary objective is to secure as many loose assets as possible. You’ve been equipped with a diving tank, allowing you to navigate any potentially flooded areas. You’ve also been equipped with a Crystal Container, used for securing the crystal if, erh, when you reach it. You have permission to use any additional equipment you may find. Our Navi-Path AI system has marked the shortest route possible to your primary objective. It should be noted, that you’ll mostly be on your own, as we are currently busy managing multiple teams. We will tune in from time to time, if it matters in the moment. Open the door and proceed when ready.”

The same melody plays again and the hatch to the sub opens before you can even process what was said.

The stoner and the big scary guy immediately get up to exit, with full confidence as if they’ve been through this all before.

“Wait, so nobody is gonna talk about them saying “IF” we reach the Crystal!?” You look back at the young man behind you , his face finally breaking way to show his true fear. Guess the realization finally hit him.

“Yup.” Said that tall man, continuing on his way off the hatch.

“But-“

“What did you think you were getting yourself into? We’re 8,000 meter deep into the ocean.” He called back again.

The young guy stayed quiet for a while after that.

Mr. Scrawny had a point, but you still couldn’t help but feel bad for the kid. Sometimes realization just doesn’t hit until it’s too late.

The loading dock was big and spacious, for a place being thousands of leagues under the sea. It made you feel awkward, especially after realizing that almost everyone BUT you was doing something.

The two older men seemed to be rummaging through drawers and small lockers.

“Looking for what exactly?” You thought to yourself. Oh yeah! The division also wants us to recover any lose assets. Out of curiosity you look over Mr. Scrawny’s shoulder to see what exactly you were supposed to be pocketing. And yes, that’s what you’ve decided to call him until you knew his name.

Mr. Scrawny looks over his shoulder at you, catching you off guard.

He chuckles, “Oh yeah, don’t forget to be on the look out for any left over bags in here. You’re gonna need it for all the shit here. What you’re really gonna be on the lookout for though are documents, USB drives and DNA samples.”

“DNA samples?” you question under your breath.

“Yeah, lets just say this company has been up to some shady shit, WAY shadier than anything I've done. You’ll find out soon enough.” And with that ominous comment he got up and walked over to another drawer. Leaving you behind to wonder.

You couldn’t shake off the comment Scrawny made, although by itself this whole place is eerily beautiful.

Each room seemed to be different but still similar is some aspects, and the structures of each room seemed to be repeating in a randomized way. But overall it was peaceful in here. The same kind of peace you find from overgrown abandoned buildings.

Dust flew in the still air like ghosts of fireflies. Rooms with entire walls made of thick glass filled the spaces with calming underwater ambiance. If it weren’t for the current circumstances, you could imagine yourself sneaking away here often to get some alone time.

You tried to collect as much assets as possible, which wasn’t a lot seeing as you were only able to get the scraps left behind by everyone else.

“Hey guys, what’s this purple glowing stuff?” The younger man asks. The sudden question makes everyone turn their heads to look at him, faced at a double doored locker. To your surprise though, there is a strange purple glow seen through the slits. And his hand is on the handle.

“Wait, don’t open-!” Mr. Scrawny began. Before anymore could be said, the doors swung open and several black tentacles wrapped around the young man’s limbs in the blink of an eye. Somehow in that blink of an eye Mr. Scrawny was able to grab hold of the guy.

Now with the struggle, you could see the thing a bit more clearly. It was black, as if there was nothing but a void inside the locker. Although, you could clearly see two massive glowing purple eyes peaking out of this tentacle void-like creature.

Mr. Scrawny was struggling against the strength of this creature. He had his arms wrapped tightly around the young man, but even still his feet were slipping. It was as if everything was in slow motion. You could feel the tension simply watching this match of tug of war, the boys blood curdling screams of fear only made it worse. One of them had to give. The voids eyes were locked on its target, tears ran down its preys face. “HELP! HELP ME GOD PLEASE! I DON’T WANNA DIE!” Mr. Scrawny was losing his strength, and just as quickly as it came, it ripped the boy out of his arms and into the locker. Doors shutting quick behind it.

Mr. Scrawny fell forward, collapsing onto the floor but managing to catch himself on his hands and knees.

Everything was quiet again. No sound came from the locker anymore. No more agonizing screams of terror. No sounds of crunching bone or blood dripping from the body. Just pure, empty, silence.

[wildlife4life]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the super amazing @cal-daisies-and-briars @daffi-990 @bekkachaos @tizniz @diazsdimples @wikiangela and @theotherbuckley

SURPRISE!!!! In honor of the Kansas City Chiefs winning back to back super bowls, I have posted the first chapter of Three Taps for the Lombardi aka NFL Buck! Woooooo! The biggest and loudest shout out to @hippolotamus who so graciously beta read this, was one of my biggest supporters, and kept my secret! You are so amazing! This fic is my pride and joy and I am so excited to share it! Hope you all enjoy!

Three Taps for the Lombardi

Mature // 3.8K // Chapter 1

Eddie Diaz is the 118's new transfer from Houston and he is a bit of mystery. The team knows a few things about the stoic man. He's was a medic in the army with a silver star, he has a son, a dead ex-wife, is gay, and has long term boyfriend named Buck who he moved to L.A. with. Oh, and Eddie is never on shift when there is a home game for the L.A. Rams. Evan Buckley has been traded to the L.A. Rams from the Houston Texans. He has amazing stats, awards, and been named one of America's most eligible bachelors. All he's missing is a super bowl win and a WAG to cheer for him alongside his sister in the stands. Or at least, that's what he's led the world to believe. Almost ten years ago Paramedic Diaz ran onto the Texas Longhorn's field to help college football star Evan Buckley after he was knocked unconscious. Months later, secrets are made so dreams can come true. Can they keep those secrets intact as Eddie takes on the challenges of being a firefighter in L.A. while Buck battles for the Lombardi with a new team?

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[seshkenas]

JOURNEY TO THE EAST: PILOT (PART 1)

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//Finally kickstarting my little passion project! There's more pages to come eventually. Dropping the first 10 now because that's the limit on a post xoxo.

[bookaddict24-7]

Starting off strong. I like it.

[lazarusrisingx]

Dreams.

The light of zaynes life was his dreams.

The sky above him was a hollow grey color. Clouds hung heavy in the atmosphere, begging to release a swell of rain. The wind rippled through the trees, breathing an unsettling chill into the surrounding area. Rubble surrounded him, an old grocery store he had frequently seen while asleep. The remnants of an old and yellowed sale sign lay on the ground at his feet, contrasted with the normally soot blackened and rock strewn ground around it.

He could remember what it looked like, or shouldve looked like.

Bright white lights making it seem like a beacon to late night dwellers. Snacks lining the shelves stacked neatly, chilly beverages with sales displayed on the glass doors covering them. In that place, the only chilly air was when you opened a cooler to pull out a refreshing drink.

Zayne peered behind him, the sound of wanderers wildly roaming the streets was constant. Today was no different, but strangely they were much quieter. As if they were waiting. Saving their breath for a symphony they would sing later.

It had him on edge, a hand resting on the pistol on his hip, an extra cartridge of bullets hidden in one of his coat pockets.

But for now, he had some exploring to do.

Zayne stepped over rubble, flashes of his dream coming to him like some sort of sick deja vu. He held her hand as the two of them walked across a neat concrete path. A beautiful smile beaming up at him. Zayne couldnt hear her voice. Not last night for some reason.

He followed a similar path, his hand itching with how lonely it had felt.

The glass doors had been long shattered, and inside this tiny convenience store no lights illuminated it. The white shelves were tossed and knocked over. Old rotting food made a sickly sweet stench fill the air nearly making Zayne gag. He imagined it smelled far better in his dream. Like lavender cleaning soap and cooking hot dogs on the rollergrill.

He walked to the back. he had taken her to get sweets. Chocolates to be exact. Zayne couldnt figure out if the two were actually dating yet. She was always around that doctor though. Always popping in at his office. Always bringing him sweets.

Zaynes heart skipped over a beat as his fist clenched.

What had he done differently than that man? What had he done to lose her? To have to be the one to…

There was a quiet scuffling inside of the store, the tiny squeak of mice made Zayne jump slightly. A metal can rattled off to the side as the animal pitter pattered away from the tall man.

He had made his way to the exact shelf the two had stood at.

It was toppled over. He let out a disappointed sigh as he stared at the scattered bits of candy, some of it busted open and smeared along the floor. Some of it still intact. She must have really enjoyed this stuff. Her eyes had lit up like fireworks when the doctor had given to her.

He slowly crouched on the ground, a deafening screech made him cringe as he pushed the metal shelving to the side, searching for the specific candy bar.

Zaynes hands grasped the dark foil wrappers, bringing them close to his face to try and makeout the faded words on the packaging, turning them around to check for holes. He had eaten enough expired food since the event to not really care about expiration dates.

Anything to feel close to her.

Finally, to his happiness, he had found it.

A dark chocolate wafer bar with strawberry cream. There was a heart on the package, no wonder she had seemed so excited to have this. It mustve been… romantic.

A pain throbbed in his chest as he looked away for a moment. His eyes slowly closed as he thought back to his memories to her.

Of course it wasnt long before they were ruined. Before he was remember what he had to do to her.

Frost began to spread over the ground as his hands began to shake. The bar inside his hands became hard and icey.

He let out a sharp breath, cursing himself.

Zayne slowly stood up as he made his way out of the store as the walls began to turn frosty.

The doctor never had this type of reaction. The doctor always seemed in control.

If he was to ever get to her, would she even bother to give him a chance?

A dark cloud swam over Zaynes eyes. What he wouldnt give to be that doctor. What he wouldnt give to feel her skin on himself. Not in the dream.

He stopped walking once he passed the bright yellow sign.

Something was off about the atmosphere now.

Instead of the faint cries of wanderers, it was silent.

Dead silent. He would be able to hear a pin drop.

Zaynes hand wrapped tightly around the frozen bar, tucking it into his breast pocket, close to his heart. It was like doing this would keep her with him. Keep her close.

He turned in a full circle, glancing up at the sky above him. There was definitely a wanderer nearby. And a large one if it was silencing the others.

The clouds moved at a faster pace above him. The rain would hit soon, and it would be a torrential downpour.

Time was of the essence then.

Zayne sighed quietly. It wasnt easy to do, but when the wanderer was powerful enough you could feel tension in the air. As if the molecules were excited by its very presents. With her, Zayne wouldnt have to assume which direction it was in. She would help him.

His eyes opened, it was either to the north or south. The feelings were faint, sort of like a tug to the gut. But a guessing game wasnt something he had time for. Usually, if it didnt look as if the sky was about to let loose the wrath of heaven, he would have time to track it, to make a mistake.

Not today. Today he would bring it to him. Getting rained on wasnt awful. But he was quite a long ways away from his safe house. And trudging through the mud and muck would mean he would need to find a way to take a shower. Which was not easy to do now.

Zayne pulled out his gun, looking down and picking up that neon yellow sign from before. The tin was flexible and wobbled slightly. Rust traversed the back of it like moss. He set it against the wall of the store and took a few steps away. In the dead silence anything would be able to hear noise from miles away.

The wind had begun to pick up around him, whipping his hair in all directions. He smoothed it back and calmly trained his gun at the now propped up sign. He emptied one, two, three bullets into it.

The sound of tin shredding and the gunshot rang in his ears unpleasantly. He cringed at the screech it made, and stayed silent. Listening, waiting.

Silence.

Dead silence.

Frustration built in the back of his throat.

Another gunshot rang out as the wind picked up once more. Shrapnel from the sign fell like ruined snowflakes to the concrete. His bullets making a tinkling sound like bells as the cases ejected themselves.

Silence again.

But the tension in the air began to build.

That feeling like static that had built up on a balloon.

The hair on the back of his neck and arms began to stand on end. Zaynes body tensed as he whipped his head in either direction, trying to listen for the heavy footsteps he knew was coming.

But nothing came.

“Come on!” he finally yelled.

He aimed at the sign again, the wanderer was close but it was moving silently. He prayed it wasnt another invisible one. Those were always god awful to try and beat. It exhausted his evol trying to freeze a portion of it to be able to catch a glimpse of where it would run.

He began to squeeze the trigger, ready to fire off another shot.

Zaynes feet left the ground as a massive clap of thunder shook the ground.

He was thrown atleast 10 feet over the concrete, grunting as his arms and hands had gravel and rubble driven into them.

A earth shattering screech came, as the clouds parted above a purple glowing ball soaring down to the earth.

He scrambled across the ground, a string of curses leaving him as Zayne threw himself out of the way of the impact site. The creature landed on the ground, the air around him becoming excited. On his back, he caught a glimpse of it for a moment, large bat like wings with rips and shreds through them spread wide. Dark purple scales covered what looked like a mutilated bears body, its snout elongated and filled with jutting sharp teeth. Claws and spines covered its arms and legs, some with blood and with flesh still clinging to them.

It was triple the size of Zayne. With a bright purple protocore throbbing in the middle of its chest.

Eyes like amethyst focused on the man in front of it, and a screech like a knife dragging on glass left its mouth.

Zayne scrambled to the side as it began to charge him, but his movements were slow, as if he was moving through molasses. The very air itself seemed to still wherever it was.

Frost coated the ground around zayne as he dragged his hands over ground, the monster landed on the icy patch, its claws giving it a little more traction as it slid across, away from him. As it got farther away, Zayne was able to move quicker. He scrambled to his feet, trying to create distance between him and the beast.

He nearly tripped over his feet from the odd change in speed as he backed away, his gun raised as he unloaded a few bullets in its direction.

The beast spun around to him, lunging forward.

His bullets froze in mid air, or rather, began moving at a snails pace as they shot forward.

Zayne looked in horror, beginning to back up as the monster staggered towards him. Its hulking frame was barely supported by its mutated body parts, making it move slower than he would expect. Another awful screech came out, and a glow began to form at its mouth.

Zayne lunged out of the way as a beam of bright purple energy came shooting towards him. Trails of ice shot up from the ground, creating a wall of spikes around the beast.

He continued to try and make distance, looking around the environment, this may be a fight he loses. The only chance he had was to force the beast to impale itself on something. His bullets would be useless against it.

Wherever the beam landed objects were sucked towards it, not being destroyed, but more of disappearing into the ball of black energy that formed by the ground.

He looked back at the beast, which was charging up again.

Zayne stomped on the ground, ice shooting forward and curving around the beast, it wouldnt do much but buy him time, obstructing him from view.

He had to retreat.

Frost climbed its way up his one of his hands and shoulders, the pain burning into him and making him gasp, it wasnt the first time and it wouldnt be the last.

He made a wide curve around the beast, stumbling slightly from the ice that was now creeping over his leg, making him move sluggishly.

Zayne glanced back, just to see the beast launching itself into the air. Futily, he pointed his gun up at it, firing the rest of his bullets towards it. Some of them wildly missing, others stopping completely just inches from its protocore. Now that it was up in the air he could feel pressure from above him, trying to stop his movements.

He lowered himself, trying to reduce the effect of the evol as he raced to get into cover.

Another clap of thunder sounded, as rain began to pour from the sky, the droplets halting within ten feet of the beast. It was helpful to know exactly how wide of an aura this beast had around it, but still it didnt help.

The rain froze and tinkled to the ground when it came closer to Zayne, and an idea formed in his mind.

He stopped retreating, aiming a hand up at the beast. He didnt need to hit it, just get his evol close enough to freeze the rain around it.

A flurry of ice formed in his palm and blasted outwards, he grunted as frost and ice crawled faster along his legs and hands. The flurry he sent raced to the beast, freezing droplets around it turning them into thin spikes of ice. A smile formed on his face. If the beast dropped down again it would send those spikes right into itself. They would be like little shards of glass. Not effective, but they would hurt like hell. Dpending on how much damage the wanderer received to its protocore, it should cause power fluctuations.

His one hand was joined by his other as he stumbled backwards, another blast of freezing ice shot out towards it, he aimed right under it, trying to ensure any form of landing would cause it to impale itself.

The beast screeched at him. Preparing another beam not far away. Zayne dove for cover as it less loose, sweeping the ground a few feet in front of him. He felt the pull of whatever energy mass it created for itself; it wasnt strong, but it made it even harder to move, sliding him slowly towards it.

As if exhausted, the beasts wings made a half flap, before it began to fall out of the air.

Another boom of thunder shook the ground under Zayne, he was scrambling to bring himself out of the gravity of the energy ball, only knowing his little plan had worked when he heard an awful pained screeching from the beast in front of him.

The ground shook again as it landed, half of its body landing on the old ice wall he had created before, the spikes shoving themselves deep into its belly, the other frozen drops of rain suddenly began to race down onto it, dropping down and impaling themselves into its hide.

Thick, oily purple blood leaked from its wounds as it howled in pain. One particularly large spike had landed on the side of its protocore, tearing the tender skin surrounding it, letting a torrent of blood slosh to the ground around it. The aura around it was still flickering and fluctuating, droplets of rain splashed and froze around it now.

Zayne lifted his pistol and fired off a few rounds, the bullets stuttering and flying forward as if never being frozen. He put down the gun and sent another blast of ice into the air above it, fat droplets of rain turning into thicker peices of spiky ice.

The creature struggled and gnashed its pointed teeth as more ice began to impale itself at different intervals into it, the more landed inside of it, the more the field around it began to fluctuate and allow more openings for attacks.

Zayne staggered further away from it. His legs now stiff and covered in frost. He sucked in a pained breath as he stopped trying to kill the beast. The pair writhed on the ground together, Zayne trying to calm his nearly out of control evol, and the beast trying to unimpale itself from those thick ice spikes.

Rain turned to ice around him, shattering as it landed on the ground, pricking his numbed limbs painfully.

“Im sorry… but you-you cant live.” Zayne muttered to the beast.

He dragged himself up to his knees, this wasnt his worst fight by far, but it would be in his top three, and definitely reminded him why he needed to bring protofield dampeners with him no matter the monster he would eventually hunt. This could all be solved easily with one. But he was stupid enough to forget it.

He held onto the wrist of his nearly stiff and frozen arm, letting out a cry of pain as he forced the limb to point towards the beast. It was because of her that he had this much resolve. Watching her pass, from his own hands, created a deep hatred for wanderers. For anything that reminded him of the event that had turned his life upside down.

Zayne could see her face, filled with pain and eyes full of tears as she had begun to turn into a wanderer. He remembered her words. Her voice echoed in his head as she had slowly turned. Those last words had never left him. And every time he heard a wanderer, or saw one, he thought of her. Thought of the fact that, if that event had never happened, if these things had never come to earth he would never have had to do this. It filled his heart with a sickening rage.

He sneered at the beast.

“You, your a blight on this world.” he said.

A glow began to form in the beasts mouth once more, pointed directly at him.

Zayne let out a cruel harsh laugh, frost gathering around his arm, whoever could charge faster would win this battle. A battle against time.

He shut his eyes, thinking back to his dreams. The picture of her face floated over his eyelids. Her beautiful smile, plushies held in her hands, a bit of chocolate smeared on her cheek after messily eating a dessert.

What he wouldnt give to see her. What he wouldnt give to be near her. What he wouldnt give to hold her tightly. Given the chance, he would never let her go. He would never let her leave his sight.

Power shot out of his hands, this blast stronger than the others, as if the very thought of her strengthened him.

The beast screeched, half of the spikes reached it, but it was only half the spikes that Zayne needed in order to peirce its protocore.

The wanderer writhed and shreaked and bled. Dark purple fluid pouring from its chest, splashing and flooding the concrete around it. The protocore in its chest began to glow brightly as it was cracked open, purple light illuminating the rain soaked ground around them.

Zayne fell forward, screaming in pain as his limbs began to contract and freeze. Tears sprung into his eyes as the man writhed on the ground in front of the beast. It wasnt long before his own screams of pain were joined with the beast in front of him as it slowly bled.

However, unlike the usual wanderer, the beast did not slowly fade out and leave its protocore. Instead, it only began to glow bright and brighter, until bright lilac was all that illuminated Zaynes vision.

He panted and attempted to stand, but it was impossible. He was stuck in place.

Would it explode? It wasnt often that a protocore would continue to build power after it was cracked. Zayne hadnt even thought about this little fact, or that he was merely a few feet in front of it now.

He shut his eyes as the light began to glow brighter, an odd tug at his limbs, and heat building around the monster let him know that this was definitely the end.

If that was so, he would die thinking about something he loved.

Her smile, her cheery face, took over his eyelids.

��Dr. zayne, dont you think you should calm down on eating so many sweets?” She teased.

“Mmmm, as a doctor myself, i know that it is not a pressing matter.” he responded.

She shook her head, leaning forwards and touching his jaw. The way her hands cupped his cheeks made Zayne burn with jealousy. It should be him. It wouldve been him.

The lilac glow brought him even closer, and heat wrapped around his body, suffocating him. He choked on the impossibly warm air, just barely able to bring up the image of her face as he choked out a few more words.

“I love you… i love you my darling girl… let him care for you as much as i do…”

And the world went dark around him.

if youve made it this far i just wan tto say THANK YOU!!! this is my

first official chapter of a yandere story. its gonna be a bit of a slow burn maybe???? im really drunk and i got progressively more drunk when writing this but yeah!! hope this lived up to your expectations and youll read the coming chapters

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Chapter 1 first draft

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Emmrich and Kate fan comics!!

It's a story that I invented that is unrelated to the event in Veilguard with Kate, who is my OC. I'm trying to post it consistently.

Page 11th is out and is the last one for this intro!!

1st, 2nd and 3rd pages.

4th page.

5th page.

6th page.

7th page.

8th page

9th page 10th page

I'm so proud of myself!! I never set a goal like this and never thought I could finish an entire comics chapter! This is a huge accomplishment for me, after 4 years without drawing properly. If I come back to the first version of the first page, I realize I've made huge progress!! I changed multiple things, studied, watched other artists' styles, and searched for references. I have so much to learn but it's ok, it's a process that constantly evolves. So, big hug to myself!! Now, I have to go back to all the other pages and adapt/correct them with the style I achieved on the last page. This doesn't mean the style won't change anymore but at least, it will be this one for this chapter. Then I will think of a cover and maybe a proper title XD! I've already put down some ideas for the next chapter but it will take time. In the meantime, I will post doodles and sketches :).

Hope you'll enjoy it!!

And thank you as always to @holdingontojupiter for checking on my writing and her feedback. She is such a lovely person and she's writing a fanfic on Emmrich set on the world of Chantry, Delectatio Morosa!! Go read it, it's wonderfully written! Or you could read her other fanfic on Emmrich, Office Hours! Or read both, better!

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Nobody Can Help You: Chapter 01

Superhumans have existed for decades. Superheroes are a simply a specialized division of law enforcement answering to the Department of Superhuman Integration. As a result Superheroes exist to protect the status quo, serving a government and the politicians' wealthy donors through a legal monopoly on force. To the average Superhero, it's not about saving people... It's just a job.

Who protects the people in a world where the heroes have been bought?

Who do you call for help when the heroes don't work overtime?

Who stands up for the rights of the people when the heroes side with riot police to squash dissent?

In Port Xavier that job falls to Cassie 'Culverin' Queensbury and the rest of her team 'The Nobodies' because when the heroes aren't Super then... NOBODY CAN HELP YOU

Now that the prologue is finished we're starting the story properly.