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#*knocks on my skull* this brain came high by default
yourlocaladhder · 1 year
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Me: I don't take alcohol, smoke weed or do any other substances.
Everyone: Omg!! then how do you have fun??
Me: I have ADHD.
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witch-chester · 5 years
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Wrong Kind of Right Pt. 2
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Dean looked everywhere but at the body on the table in front of him. Dead bodies didn’t really bother him, but this one had the top of his skull removed and what was left of the man’s brains sitting in a metal bowl.
“Officially, the cause of death is a brain aneurism. But I’ve never seen anything like this,” the medical examiner was explaining. “Almost his entire brain liquified.”
“The report said his throat was crushed too,” Sam said.
The M.E. nodded. “That was the most normal injury. If you over look the fact there was no bruising or signs of force of any kind.”
Dean cleared his throat. “This isn’t the first death like this, correct?”
The woman nodded. “Third. First one was a local junior soccer team coach. Then a judge. Now him.” She pointed the the body.
“Have you identified him?” Sam asked.
“Not yet. But from the look of his clothes he was well off. Nice suit. Rolex. No wallet. Some bum could have snatched it while he was in the alley though.”
“Do you still have his things?”
“Sure do.” She walked over to the counter and grabbed an evidence bag, handing it to Sam. One of the techs came in. “Excuse me agents.”
“So what do you think.” Dean asked.
Sam opened the bag. “I have an idea. Give me a moment.”
“Well,” the M.E. walked back over. “We identified him. Kinda.”
Dean raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“I had them run his DNA. To see if he was in the system.”
“I’m guessing he was.”
“Yep. But as a John Doe. Apparently, this man is responsible for five rape and murders over the past two months.”
“Really?” Dean finally looked at the man. If it was going to be another.
“At least now I can give those families some good news.” She looked at the body in disgust. “Guess karma caught up. Ironically, he killed the woman by strangulation.”
That pricked Dean’s interest. Sam walked over to them. “If you give us the list, me and Agent Armstrong will handle that.” Dean told her.
Dean waited till they were in the impala before asking his brother. “What did you find?”
Sam held up a small pouch that looked to be made of red silk and black ribbon. “Hex bag. Looks like a witch.”
Dean chuckled. “It always is.”
-x-x-x-x-
“Now that is sexy,” Dean whistled as they walked by the cherry red corvette. “I mean, nothing can come close to Baby but it’s nice.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Dude. Focus.” They walked up the path to the owners door. This would be their third stop and so far no one had given them a hint at witchcraft.
Dean knocked. “I am focused.” The door opened then. His brain went fuzzy for a moment. The woman answering the door was all curves. Rich brown hair was twisted up into a high bun with small, wispy curls around her face. A black bandana with red cherries that matched her lips was keeping them out of her eyes.
“Um, can I help you?” Her hands moved to rest on her hips. Dean’s eyes moved to scan her body more fully. She was short but all woman. She had on black high waisted shorts and a red crop top that had the logo of what must have been a local bar across it. The woman reminded him of a pinup poster.
Sam elbowed him in the side. “Hello ma’am. I’m Agent Armstrong and this is my partner, Agent Bowie.”He held up his fake badge, elbowing his brother again to get him to do the same.
“FBI? Is this about Julie?”
Dean finally found his voice. “Yes. May we come in?”
She hesitated then nodded. She moved to let them in. “Kit, can you come out here?” she called over her shoulder.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name,” said Dean, flashing a smile.
“Oh sorry. I’m Mariah. Mariah Quordell. I was one of Julie’s roommates.”
“We are sorry for you loss.”
Another woman walked into the room the. She was wearing the same outfit so it must have been a uniform of some kind. Dean looked her over as well. Her figure was not as full but just as curvy as Mariah. A silver piercing at her septum winked in the light. They both seemed to be close in height but it was hard gage since Mariah was bare foot and the other was in heeled ankle boots. And while Mariah was all roses and cream, this new woman,Kit by default, was like warm cinnamon. Her hair was buzzed short and bleached blond. “What’s going on?”
Mariah sat on the couch. “FBI. They’re here about Julie.”
Kit blinked then looked at them. “Did you find the bastard?”
Sam cleared his throat. “Well, yes actually.”
“What.” Mariah straightened. “Really? You have him.” A smile bloomed on her face. Her friend came over and put an arm around her. “Who is he?” Kit asked.
“Well,” Dean started. “We aren’t entirely sure at the moment.”
Both girls looked confused. “I don’t understand. You have the guy but you don’t know who he is?”
Dean sighed and began to explain. Both seemed shell shocked and didn’t say a word as he spoke. Finished, Dean moved to crouch in front of them, taking Mariah’s hand. “I know this is a lot, but we were wondering if you two might be able to identify him.”
She narrowed her chocolate brown eyes at him. “How?”
Sam moved forward. “This picture is graphic, but if either one recognizes him.”
They both visibly flinched at the sight, Mariah gripping Dean’s hand tighter. “He. He may have come to the bar.” Her voice was weak.
Kit pushed the picture away. “We see dozens of people a night. He doesn’t stand out.”
“Did Julie work with the two of you?”
Kit nodded. “Yeah. She got us the jobs.”
Mariah spoke again. “We both just moved here. We met Julie and she helped us out a lot. The job. Letting us move in. She was a good person. Then that monster killed her.” She let go of Dean’s hand. “Forgive me for not feeling bad he’s dead.”
“Your entitled to it.” Dean stood.
“Did either of you know the judge or the couch that also died recently?” Sam asked.
“What does that have to do with it?” Kit snapped.
“They all died in the same way. We were just thinking..”
“Wait,” Mariah cut Sam off. “You guys are here to investigate their deaths? So this wasn’t about Julie at all.”
“I thought you said it was an aneurism,” Kit asked.
“We like to cover all bases.”
Mariah exploded. “This man killed five women over two months and no body did a damn thing. Now three men die from something natural and the fucking FBI is here?”
“Ma’am, I know this is hard,” Sam tried to reason.
“No you don’t!” She snapped. “I want you to leave.”
“Ma’am, I sorry we...”
“Get out!”
Dean put a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “We’ll be going now. Again, we are very sorry.”
“I’ll walked you out.” Kit followed them to the door.
Once they were in the car, Dean slapped the back of his brother’s head. “Nice going genius.”
“Hey! Look I’m sorry. I didn’t know she would react like that. Plus you were to busy drooling over them to get anywhere.”
Dean help up his hand showing a strip of iron across his palm. “Miss Quordell didn’t react to it. I didn’t have a chance to test the other one.”
Sam sighed. “I guess on to the next one.”
Back in the house, Kit glared at her friend. “What the hell was that? Why did you go all psychotic?”
Mariah rubbed her palm from where the iron had touched. “To get them out. They are hunters.”
“Well I know that. It’s kinda obvious.” Kit crossed her arms. “So what now?”
Mariah sighed. “Nothing. We covered our tracks. There is no way they can link us.”
“Hunters aren’t just gunna give up, Sis.”
“I know,” Mariah whispered. “I know.” She rubbed her temples now. “We will run if we have to.”
Kit rolled her eyes. “Great. More running. Can’t we just kill them?”
“You know the rules. Only people that deserve it.”
“Like hunters don’t!”
“They only do what they think is best.” Mariah sat and grabbed her boots. “Let’s just go to work and act normal.”
Kit just shrugged. “Fine. Sure. What ever.”
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littlemangsofwar · 6 years
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Tales of Slug Valley - Betrayal in the Ratways
++++++++ House Escher Correspondence  +++++++++++++++++++++++++
++++++ From: Valeria Sly, authorized household factor, grade minoris  +++
+++++++++ Archive Code: 111A8AB4-Epsilon ++++++++++++++++++++++++
++++++++ Subject: Shootout in the Ratways ++++++++++++++++++++++++
+++++++ Security Grade: Internal access only, gamma minoris ++++++++++
My dearest sisters,
It has been a while since I’ve been in contact, and for that I can only beg your forgiveness. Old Valeria Sly had to keep her head down for a while, as things got a little too hot in the valley over the last couple of months. But, big cred needs to be made, and people need to be paid, and there is only so much hustle that you can do in the shadows before some scrag decides to do it in the open and undercut you. So I decided it was time to show the flag for House Escher, let the other houses know that we haven’t been driven out or humbled.
So picture the scene, VS front and centre standing at a moot with a bunch of my neighboring sump dogs in a pre-arrange spot in the Ratways that run the length of ol’ Slug Valley. Since we ended up keeping our heads down during the last round of scrapping I figured now would be the time to make our move on some killer turf in the valley itself, rather than slinging chems on the periphery to the scum that lives down here and letting the other filth fight amongst themselves, but the glory of the house, the Queen’s honour, et-cetera, ad infinitum. So we gotta front to make a name and be seen, let the rival houses know that we can hold our ground in the valley.
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The crew that arranged the moot was a new outfit, a pack of Orlocks that call themselves the Hive Hunters led by some mouthy feth head named Vincent. He wants to arrange a moot, work out an understanding before things get kinetic, I tells him, ‘Okay fine, sure. I’ll come.’
I figure he’ll talk some kak, nothing will be agreed on, and we’ll end up either shooting it out or leaving on bad terms. Then I shows up to the moot and there are a pack of Delaque already there. The Crystal Adder Syndicate, I learned later on. Some new outfit and recent arrival from uphive. So this was complication one that got me seein red. Still, when I showed up they were talkin, or rather, Vincent was talkin. Me and the rest of mine closed in, and I slid into the moot like a rat up a pipe. I swear, the kak head didn’t miss a beat as I sized them up, he just gave me a nod, didn’t stop mouthin off something about respect to his Delaque buddy.
Speaking of him, Copperhead, the man looked like a stone cold killer. Just standing there, Bolter slung on his shoulder, armed crossed, eyes completely unreadable behind those dark visors that his people always wear. Can’t trust a Delaque when you can’t read them, and since that is mostly all the time safe to assume never to. Anyway, he fixes me, looks right at me like he is sizing up the hole he’d need to dig to bury me in the ash wastes. That is the point I decided that I had enough of this kak.
So VS just stands there and waits for her opening, and then it came. The talk isn’t going anywhere, which is fine for me, but things are getting heated between Vincent and Copperhead. The two are going at it, the Orlock with his posture and bluster. The Delaque with sharp comebacks and barbed tongue. Practically designed to wound the oversized egos of your average gang capo. Me, well they have their eyes on each other and I’ve been keeping quiet, this was the time to make my move.
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The shadows were two paces back, which worked for me. Like a dance for the house nobility, two paces back, turn, drop down, pirouette. Except the last move was to unsling my piece and click off the safety on the Needler. I raised my weapon, lined it up, only then did my interlocutors realised what I was about to do. I put a needle in the Copperhead’s thigh and he went down, but not for long. Apparently Vincent saw a chance to make a move and went wild with his Bolter on Copperhead, things got a little confusing around this point, I think he went down, but I didn’t catch it all, I had problems of my own to deal with.
So, you’d think with the noise my ladies would’ve figured out what is up, but no. I took a couple of shots from an Orlock, coming at me around a nearby corner, which forced me down. All the while Phobe and Rhi are looking on agape like they’d traded their brains for slag. Turns out most of the crew were caught flat footed, even when Orlocks and Delaque are shooting each other right in front of them. Maybe they thought it was between the two of them and were were bystanders, but it turns out they thought that this was only a simple meet and were taking the time to get high on their own chem synths. Either way I took it out of their hides later, especially Phobe and Rhi, who watched me get shot up right in front of them. That skag didn’t last for long, I pulped him with a volley of Bolter fire.
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Danika also got jumped early on, she spent most of the fight wrassling with an Orlock juvie and almost got taken down by him. The juvie got the worst of it in the end, she managed to press the barrel of her Stubber up against his chest and hit him with a full burst, cut him up and sent him flying, it did burn through the last of Danika’s ammo though, which wasn’t great all things considered the way the fight was playing out. A short distance away Morganna took a bad hit early on. She was about to help pry that juvie off Danika she took a slug in the back from a flanking Orlock. She managed to get up again and pump out a few more rounds, knocking down a Delaque fighter across the way, until a stray shot knocked her out of the fight.
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Reylissa took a bad hit early on, and possibly due to the Emperor’s own luck lived to tell the tale. Turns out she ran round a corner to hide from a Delaque fighter covering the hallway with his Autogun. Rather than getting to safety, she ran face first into an Orlock doing his private business in a quiet corner. So they stare at each other for a bit, then light up on one another. Reylissa with her Auto, sprayed the man in a panic, missed every fethed shot. The Orlock on the other hand, pants still around his ankles raised and grenade launcher and starts firing like a madman. Suffice to say, she takes a first hit, and lives. A little shakey, but just a scratch, the man was firing Krak you see. Anyway, he fires again and knocks her out, it apparently rebounded off her skull and then detonated in the ceiling. If that fuse had been a second quicker, she’d be in the loving embrace of the God-Emperor of mankind right now, but she was blessed that day and that is her out of the fight, but alive.
Carli, the bad girl with the tank of poison did a lot of good work today. The Orlock fire didn’t seem to touch her, instead she got behind their lines and spritzed them up good with her supply of chems. It didn’t kill them outright, but forced a bunch of them to back off from our right flank. Shame she didn’t kill any, but that industrial grade mixture of muscle relaxants and neurotoxin did a number on the Orlocks. If they survive the poisoning, they’re really gonna feel the effects next morning. Worst hangover those men have every experienced in their lives, to be sure.
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At the other end of the meet Vassiah and Avalina got jumped by the Delaque. Vass went down early, but Avalina remained up. Anyway, the Delaque were moving to finish her off when one of the Orlock enforcers came round the corner and unleashed the frakking fury with his combat shotgun. He knocked everyone down before he bottled out, Avalina used that chance to run out and stick a blade between the ribs of a couple of the wounded Delaque before she bolted, that juvie girl has come a long way. I’m proud of her. 
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Anyway, Rhi and Phoboe, finally figuring out what is up, made their moves. Rhi ran to the aid of Danika to deal with this Orlock kak kicker that is bearing down on her. She takes aim and puts a slug into him and he went down. Phobe yelled out for Raquel while this is going on. And a second later Raquel stumbled around a corner, spaced out but coming down as fast as her stim mix would allow. She then got stuck in, knocking down a Delaque across the way with a decent Lasgun shot.
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From start to finish though, the real fight was between the Orlock and the Delaque. The two had their people intermingled during the moot, which made their bloodletting all the more chaotic. I’m a bit hazy as to what happened, but from what I can tell. While most of my people were caught flat footed, they escaped the worst of the opening salvo. The Orlock’s heavy bolter played hell early on, knocking down several Delaque while letting us be, mostly due to my girls being out of the way. Turns out the Delaque had a trick up their sleeve though, late in the piece as I was about to break cover I caught sight of the Orlock with the heavy weapon catch a face full of promethium from one of the Delaque killers. Gotta respect that, dousing a man loaded with ammunition in fire at point blank range. It takes guts.
Around this time my girl, Carli, was moving up to finish off the Orlock boss, who had took a couple of bad hits in the fight, that is when they decided to bolt, dragging their wounded behind them, of which there were many. Likewise the Delaque decided they had enough. With their leader down and a good chunk of them under heavy fire from Orlock shotguns they retreated deeper into the tunnels. This mutual retreat left old VS and the Nightshade Crew the last ones standing, and hey, winning by default is still winning.
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Funny thing is word got round after the moot that no one died during that firefight. There were injuries on all sides, including my own, but none were fatal and nothing a quick trip to the doc, and half a bottle of cheap stillbrew couldn’t fix. The lesson here, is first of all, recreational chems and face time with rival gangs don’t mix, and if you do you, better be ready to face the righteous justice of your capo. Second, recognise a good chance to stick the knife in, and when you do, do it without a second thought. That is how you get ahead down here. Anyway, that is all I have to say for now. This lady has a date with an ounce of bliss and a bottle of cheap amasec.
Yours truly,
Valeria Sly
<3 XXX OOO <3
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