#HIM RIGHT NOW they need a restraining order 300 feet

[a-collection-of-villainous-aus]

BLIND AU PT SIX THE REWRITE PT1

(Notes: I call Flug , Acylius Flug I named him that way before I knew his name was Kenning.

Black Hat’s first name is Amadeus and White hat’s name is Thaddeus and Acylius when he was in the collage was actually 300 years old.

There is mention of substance abuse but it is none of the main characters.

In flash backs I will make characters think back on things so it’s kinda flash back within a flash back I will state when the flash back has actually finished.

Extra note, Hat and Acylius are both demons, neither of them are weak, they throw each other around but that’s somewhat more their nature for when their species is like pissed off and to get Acylius to give in to that part of himself you have to rly make him mad.

These are your warnings)

“Ohhhh boy.”

Demencia was pressed against the window in Hat’s office, the view outside was certainly interesting and not exactly for the better, glancing back at her boss, she could see him shifting, surely he could sense the being outside, her own hair was bristling at the sight of their visitor, what was he even doing here!

The old demon hunched over petting 505, soft fur between fingers, soothing, comforting warmth, it as much as it pained him to admit it even to himself he could understand Flug’s fondness for the creature.

A beast feeling a connection with something so sweet and soft…their animal instincts had connected as a pack to say the least after the bear had been the first one to approach, to figure out what had been wrong that day when he’d been hunched over in his room, towering over them all…no one must ever know he’d now accepted the bear as…family.

Claws scratching lightly, antennae twitching, usually mistaken for eyebrows, he never bothered to correct anyone considering they seemed to serve the same expressive purpose.

In all honesty , he’d rather have his Doctor under his hand…or perhaps to even sit on the Acylius’s lap and be pamper…to have his attention.

“Pits below what is he doing here, there was no arrangement for meeting until the year three thousand!”

Hat’s tone a harsh whisper, going to his feet so suddenly he nearly tripped on the bear who had been frantically trying to move, Black Hat only made a disgruntled grunt before making his way to the window, blind or not he knew the way around his office off by heart.

Though you know, if Flug wanted to lay around so he could trip on him he wouldn’t say no.

Fives let out a sigh of relief, fully expecting to have his guts rearranged like the one time when he tried to clean Hat’s office.

Beneath Amadeus’s Hat , feline ears twitched, yes indeed , what was Shite Hat doing here, a ridiculous thought skittered across Black Hat’s mind, what if his brother was poking around, trying to entice Acylius to join him at that disgustingly cheery home, full of hearts and…urgh rainbows, that place was made more of saccharin than the obnoxious candy story that resided next to White’s home.

Shaking his head and sighing , no that was silly, his Doctor would hate it there just as much as he would and well he showed usually as much contempt for Thaddeus as he did.

Flug was under contract to him, in his grasp, he’d never find work elsewhere if he dared to try and leave.

So the question was why was he here?

Well, if he stopped fretting and actually listened he might find out something, feeling 505 settle beside him, oh so Flug’s son wanted to be petted more…well…rolling his eye he continued lightly scratching behind the bear’s ears and listened to what was occurring at his own front door.

“So, how long have you been working here Flug, Acylius if I am right?”

White was all charm as he leaned on the door frame , one arm above his head, fingertips rubbing together in thought as the brim of his hat shadowed his eyes, other hand resting lazily in his pocket.

He had that sort of grin which left you unsettled if you knew him, knew those pearly white blunt teeth were actually sharp fangs that could tear through flesh like you were nothing.

As Acylius sipped his morning coffee he couldn’t help but wonder if he was staring at some nightmare toothpaste commercial, where was the stock sound of something dinging with sparkles, he himself was currently in his own disguise of someone with high cheek bones, hair that was fading from brown to sandy silver blonde, slick back…yeah he just pretty much looks like Mads Mikkelsen Hannibal >.>…

(He uses his own shape shifting abilities with a watch called a Hologuise which is pretty much like the thing megamind used in Megamind to look like Bernard, a convenient device for those who are perhaps too exhausted to shape shift or don’t feel like it.)

As Flug watched him he tried to think where he’d seen similar teeth…ah yes…Kaonashi …as he looked him over it only just dawned on him, wait was …Thaddeus’s trying to look appealing…to him…how utterly sad.

“Do not play games Thaddeus you are older than me and should act as such, as for my name you know not to speak it publicly.”

Flug retorted, pulling out a cigarette, the end igniting the moment it was placed between his lips, taking a drag he savoured the taste of lavender and other unworldly assortments that a human system would crumble under, though his ones were not full of poisons like theirs, his ones were made to relax him still all the same.

Heh it would be a lie if the doctor said he’d never offered his victims one to watch the results.

“You were the one who stalked me at Black Hat’s collage hmm, I would have figured you knew outside this place my name is Kenning, you make for a poor stalker White.”

“Oh I could do so much more if you were not cooped up like a pretty bird singing for Amadeus, my apologies Kenning, I just enjoy saying your name it makes my mouth tingle to do so…it, oh it’s been a while since we last spoke.”

“Yes, well I did put a restraining order against you.”

White bit his lip, damn, did Amadeus ever get to see that stern look, last he heard, Flug liked to wear a paper bag around the Manor.

“I know, pesky thing really, however it was you who invited me, so the barriers will not activate until you say my presence is no longer welcomed, you were always were all games and no work make Flug a dumb boy.”

Waving his hand wistfully a mischievous gleam in his eye, he could not help but preen, being stared down by a creature younger than himself with such power, so much potential, that sharp glare ohhh the tingles it sent down his spine, it would send most into a giddy state, even if it was not always expressed by others on the outside.

Acylius would be so much fun to play with given the chance.

“Well due to my dedication, it is why I was chosen and others were not, as much as I know my master will bed his students, he is not so imbecilic as to pick a pretty pair of legs without a brain.”

Flug answered shortly.

“I am not so sure about that, you are a pretty pair of legs with a brain attached, you would have to be a fool not to enjoy looking at your stilts.”

White Hat’s grin only widened as Acylius stared at him.

Taking another drag on his cigarette, the weight of the world felt as if it had just rested itself on Flugs shoulders with another to top it, he was not in the mood for this, he was upset and disappointed in himself, so many experiments and still nothing, White Hat was a last resort option, perhaps he could find information from him...maybe he knew a way to help cure Black Hat’s blindness.

Why he was putting in so much effort for someone who slept with anything that had a pulse with the pretence that it would up their grade then tried to still flirt with him was beyond his understanding.

Hat would laugh behind their backs how easy it had been to make them throw out their morals let them sing they slept with him but the symphony in their hearts fell when they realised it gained them nothing but being a notch in the demons bed…

No, Black Hat would never see him as anything more than to add to the sea of marks in his victory post.

“You know word is, Amadeus is still trying to get into your breeches, wondering how you resist such a dark creature and some question how he resists you…if he resists you, I know I would have done everything to have you in my sheets and at least been honest about it, you at least deserve that.”

Clearly Thaddeus knew Amadeus’s antics all too well or he himself had been readable enough himself because the white demon seemed to be looking through him like an open book.

Both of them heard something breaking at that comment, neither of them surprised that the old demon was listening…well let him.

It wasn’t exactly as if they were meeting in some dark street corner after all.

Wood splintered under Black Hat’s palms, claws dug in as spines raised on his back tearing through his coat, plaster littering the ebony carpets, 505 and Demencia taking a step back, just incase he decided to full on lose his shit.

“Boss, you gotta keep calm, you know I’m all up for seeing you go bat shit crazy but we need to find out why he is here and we can’t risk him finding out-“

“What that I am-“

Demencia clapped a hand over his mouth, Amadeus was so taken back by that he didn’t even react.

“If his hearing is anything like yours he knows we’re spying on him as well as Flug, unless our doctor is just that charming, to distract him.”

Hat cursed dejectedly behind her hand , reaching up to gently push her away…there was a silence in the room, he’d not thought about where his hands were going to land until now…when he gave a small squeeze.

505 stared a moment and wondered if this was about to turn into grown up time and if he should just leave, paws immediately covering his eyes.

The lizard woman couldn’t help but chuckle at the expression on Hat’s face, hand dropping back by her side.

“Those are not your shoulders are they.”

He stated having a very good idea on what he was holding.

“No, but I don’t mind, you can keep them there if you want.”

The demon almost considered it, mostly for the soft texture, but with the way Thaddeus was talking he might accidently crush them and as much as Demencia could vex him, she did not deserve that, letting go he continued to listen to the nightmare occurring outside.

“Please tell me at least that Flug looks like he is considering giving my brother a thrashing for being so disrespectful.”

“Honestly boss you both kinda hit on the Doc, he’s from a time of romance, you know flowers, words with real meaning, thought you would have figured that out, honestly it’s no wonder neither of you can court him…what was it he said, oh yeah he can smell a cad a mile off.”

She couldn’t see Acylius at the moment though as the archway outside was blocking her view of him

“They’re just talking; White’s smiling a little too much though.”

Well that was insight on his Doctor he’d not expected from Demencia, but certainly food for thought, but hearing that Thaddeus was actually smiling just made him curl his top lip in disgust.

(Back to those down stairs)

Acylius who’d placed his coffee cup down a few minutes ago was now running a hand through his hair, a dreamy look on his features

“Resist…that word…in the right situation is…oh it’s so pleasant, so wonderful, I love to see my victims resist, laid out across the slab, squirming, struggling against the straps that hold them down…”

White watched him, listening to that blissful contentment in his voice was making him a little hot under the collar

“You know they beg, they plead with whatever they have, tears down their cheeks, you find out how quickly heroes are monsters when they have everything stripped from them, another needle, another blade, blood and agony, such sweet whimpering from those pathetic creatures and to watch the light fade from their eyes…leaving behind meat for a feast.”

As Amadeus listened to Acylius, hearing that delight in his voice, sensual enjoyment as he recalled past killings, it excited him, made his fingers itch all the more to reach out to Flug and plead for him to go on , press up against his body and listen to every word he had to say.

The moment was soiled only because he could smell White, he was clearly not the only one affected by Flug’s poetic bloodlust.

Acylius Flug belonged to him. No other creature could have Flug and live.

Eye turning black and blue, the colour change from its usual red due to the blindness as fang grew in places that were unnatural.

“My, someone doe enjoy their job here, you must get to do all kinds of things hmm?”

Thaddeus leered, leaning in closer, not even flinching as Acylius blew smoke in his face, the white demon inhaled only to let it softly puff out in swirling clouds past his lips.

“Indeed, despite your glamour White Hat I can see your true face under that guise you wear so humans do not fear you.”

Oh Acylius felt satisfaction in seeing Hat’s face falter; it was fun to remind him that his power could be seen through with the eyes of a Legion demon such as himself.

This however was something he did not bother doing with Black Hat, his master had put so much effort and magic into his disguises that it was sometimes fascinating to watch and sense the age of them, old magic that few still knew how to do, only putting a stop to it when Amadeus thought he was getting away with coming on to him.

What the doctor never told him was, it wasn’t through using his own abilities he could see through his masks, it was because he knew his little quirks, his twitches, which were so subtle only the observant eye of someone who lived with him would know and you had to be…very…very observant to notice them.

“You know you could have so many flocking to you if you wanted, fulfil so many fantasies, humans just love the idea of a monster slithering into their beds and yet you want to crawl into mine…I am not that sort of beastie White…”

Flug leaned his back on the door frame

“ -and maybe that is what intrigues you and Black…there is no love…no I think you are incapable of it personally…some sense of it perhaps exists in your kind and Edward Slug just accepts you as you are, but perhaps a dinner date could not go amiss, if only for science.”

Demencia’s eyes widened, oh no, oh deary dear and shit on a stick.

A shadow was now looming over both 505 and her, Hat’s rage was festering, building and swelling and he could barely contain it, he wasn’t just furious, he was hurt, how dare Flug assume he was incapable…incapable of…love…he loved him he was his! Why had he not asked him for a date even if to explore his body for scientific reasons he’d have let him if only to have his attention to have him touch him, all this time and he just whimsically asked his BROTHER!

To say he was insanely jealous was an understatement, clouds of green smoke leaving his maw as saliva dripped from his maw, only barely registering what Demencia was now saying to him

“Hat, he’s probably got some plan up his sleeve you need to relax.”

White paused a moment and glanced up, too assume his kind couldn’t love not in the typical sense of it was not exactly far from the truth, Amadeus had always been different, the exception…it was strange with their race, usually starting at White…people called him White…but if they saw the starting point of colouration…he would look murky in comparison…Black Hat was the only one of their kind really…the family line reaching to that shade had been astounding, no other family of his breed made it that far, usually wiped out by arrogance and other such things.

No Hat was just far enough along to actually feel that emotion only to deny that he did…White sometimes wondered if he envied him for it or was grateful he could not feel it on such a scale.

Demencia placed a hand on Amadeus’s shoulder as 505 nuzzled his leg, the bear was currently loafing on the floor like a cat and was trying to help her calm their boss, while his monstrous appearance did not change he did relax a little, maybe she was right…to his knowledge Flug really was not fond of White.

Ears , laid back he was supposed to be listening to them, why could Flug talk around White like that, so casually and yet was so ridged with him…did his Doctor despise him more than Thaddeus?

“Well there is no point beating about the bush, Legion demons , their power is highly attractive to our kind, it makes us more eager to impress and to have your good fortune bless us…so how could I resist such a tempting offer of a dinner date even if it’s only to play.”

“I see, so after all these years I am still viewed as an object…well at least you are honest about it, surprisingly I am appreciative of the fact.”

Well then, that explained a lot, such as why Black Hat always made sure he had everything he needed, right down to his favourite brand of fucking tea, yes let’s just please the Legion demon, make sure he has everything he wants and maybe I’ll get his blessing and even more fortune…

Why did he care anyway, he knew what Black Hat was like and yet still he hoped…maybe somewhere…in that little dark heart of his…forget it what was the point of hoping.

“So besides my inviting you here, what else brings you to Hat Island?”

Acylius was now more to the point, offering his cigarette to let White Hat share it with him, this idiot had stalked him during his college days, he at least now with the explanation understood why.

Watching as Thaddeus licked his silver tongue along the butt of the cigarette, doing his best to look alluring to Flug, savouring the taste, the doctor inwardly cringed hard.

Of course he smiled at the sight, he had to play nice after all, it was he who’d called him here.

“Trying to tempt me, it will take a little more than tongue play to impress me Thaddeus.”

“Oh and what does impress you?”

Demencia on reflex grabbed the back of Black Hats collar before he turned into a rabid beast and pulled him back, Thaddeus had all but asked to fuck Flug without actually saying it.

Well his employee was full of surprises today wasn’t she, just pulling him about like that! He couldn’t help but stare at her in disbelief at least he hoped he was staring at her, was she mad…well more so than usual!

“Woman, I may not be able to see, but when my brother asks that question he’s full on intending to climb into your bed, I should know I taught him that.”

Letting him go, she rolled her eyes, arms folded

“Just so you know, I am giving you my annoyed face.”

“Why?”

The old demon asked dumbly.

Having her irritated at him was certainly a new experience.

“You like the tree, but you’re a player, that’s literally not the type he’d settle with, how are you so smart and yet so stupid!”

She was only answered with silence, but it left him with something to think about that’s for sure…but he wanted Acylius to romance him, try and change him from his ways like in those silly Earth movies, not that he wouldn’t immediately drop everyone else just to be with him, if the doctor showed any inkling he had a interest in him like that…

Leaning on 505 who dare not move lest he anger the very temperamental Demon who was barely holding his jealously together.

“What are they doing now?”

The lizard woman was already watching them and froze, rubbing her eyes, did Flug just give White Hat his digits, how was she gonna explain that, she still believed this was for Black’s sake but her boss was gonna take that the wrong way all the way to the deep end.

“Well you are certainly forward Thaddeus, I do have a few things I wish to discuss on said date, but first, will Slug mind and two what do you keep under your hat, your stubborn brother has never told me.”

Ohhhhh White knew his brother was snooping on them, watching them (Doesn’t know Black Hat’s blind), his smile grew into a smug wide spread grin.

“No, Slug doesn’t mind, my outgoing ways give him time to work, so long as I come back home to him which I always will as you know, now as for what’s under my Hat.”

During this time Demencia had devised a plan, probably not the best one, but it was a desperate one and Black was going to take it at this point, because if anyone was going to show Acylius what they had under their Hat it was HIM!

The doctor had genuinely curious, focusing on Thaddeus’s hand, now resting at the brim of his hat.

Black Hat followed the shadows that shied away from him, for even darkness feared this beast as he slithered on by, Amadeus was worse than the serpent of Eden or perhaps he was the same creature.

Using Acylius’s scent as a guide, his shadow caressing against Flugs, while he doctor would not feel it , a shadow cast had just as much texture as a body to him…it would be a lie to say he did not steal caresses in the same way from his doctors shadow.

Rising up from the ground, transforming from a solid black mass, Hat could feel the warmth of Flug’s body, aching to press into the contours, kiss the back of his neck, lingering and soft, even if it meant climbing him to reach it, he wanted Acylius to touch him willingly, to come to him and be his master…he wanted him to claim that role between them.

To care for him, to feel those hands on his body, he was hesitant for only a moment, any longer and he knew White would show him that they had cat ears under their hats, The doctor was supposed to find that out one day when he would finally kiss him and take it off for him.

Acylius groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose

“My boss has arrived it seems.”

White hat paused a moment, letting his hand fall back down, well it’d be no fun showing Flug if Black was right there.

Hat froze…so his doctor was disappointed he was there, in his mind saving him from White Hat, well then let’s just lay it on thick shall we, after all he could have at least shown some pretence of admiration in front of his sibling, nostrils flaring, his hands snaking around the Legions waist.

“My boy, you need not be so coy, you love being splayed out for me, begging , pleading for me…but then again who would not beg for me…”

With his powers he forced the doctor to his knees, knelt now between both Hat’s, Black’s claws now running through his hair as fangs nipped at his neck.

“You see as much as he loves tongue, he loves teeth that do not look like were placed in a cheap tv commercial.”

(so found out tumblr won't let me post this in one post so I'll need to do it in sections link will be provided to part 2 below)

[therandomfics]

Anniversary: FINAL

“And then, I wish you’d seen the look on his face, Sonny. It was priceless! He looked like he had finally been defeated. I mean, I’m worried about Anna but at the same time, I’m not. She’s a big girl. I hope she sees this as a favor done,” you rambled on, excited about having finally gotten one over on Peter. He’d constantly gotten you for so many years that even though it was one small step, you felt like you’d moved a mile. 

“Maybe he’ll finally leave you alone. I hope he does. I’d like to see you back in Manhattan some day,” Sonny replied. You could hear the ticking of his turn signal in the background and the acceleration of his car’s engine. 

“I didn’t know you were driving. I’m sorry! Call me when you’re back at home.” 

“Nah, it’s really okay. I won’t be home for a while,” he explained. More turn signals, a little bit of mumbling beneath his breath. “Are you at home now?” 

“Yeah just walked in about five minutes ago.” A knock at your door startled you and caused you to stand up from your couch. “Hey, I think Anna’s here. I’ll call you in a little bit ok?” 

“Alright. Good luck.” 

You hung up and walked to the door, where the person on the other side had knocked yet again. When you opened the door, you were surprised to see Peter standing there, red faced and angry. 

“Oh no, no, no,” you said quickly and tried to shut the door, but he had already jammed his way in and pushed you back by the time you’d even grabbed for the door. 

“Who do you think you are trying to ruin my life, huh?” he asked as he continued pushing you back into your apartment, kicking the door shut. “I had a good thing with Anna. She never asked any questions and I had a promised bed whenever I wanted it. Now, thanks to your stupid prank, I’ve lost her.” 

When the back of your legs finally hit your bed you folded, sitting down and staring up at him. He always towered over you, but now it was much worse; much more intimidating. “Wh-what exactly was your plan? I would show up and see you and what? Fall in love with you again?” 

“No. Obviously I want nothing to do with you now,” he snapped and stepped back, still looming over you. “And by the way, I know that you and Sonny haven’t fucked yet, so what’s the hold up? Does he find you repulsive, too?” 

Your heart sank a little at that comment, even though it was from someone who didn’t deserve your time or energy, and had always been a problem.. it still hurt. “Did you bug my apartment?” you questioned, grimacing at the idea of Peter having any insight into your personal life. 

“No, I don’t need to. I just need to know where you are. Obviously having your vitals doesn’t hurt either,” he admitted, immediately giving himself away. 

You looked down at your wrist, to the fitness band that you’d been wearing for almost two years now. It had been a gift from Peter and he’d set it up so that you could start using it immediately. Obviously that was how he tracked your movements and your heart rate. “Wow. You’re really something else,” you commented as you unclasped it and tossed it onto the floor. “Why won’t you just leave me alone, Peter? Why can’t you let me go?”

His phone, in his pocket, beeped nearly the moment your band hit the floor. 

“Minute to minute updates?” you questioned, standing up and shoving him backwards. “We are divorced, you stupid piece of shit. You have absolutely no reason to be here, let alone invade my privacy by continuing to monitor my actions via a goddamn FitBit!” 

He grabbed your face and squeezed your jaw tightly with his hand, reducing you to nothing but a whimper. “Watch your pretty little mouth.” 

He was obviously delusional, insane even, for being in your apartment and watching your every move, trying to convince you to meet up with him by pretending to be someone else, along with every other horrible thing he’d done - and that was just since you’d been divorced. 

When you raised your arm up and brought your elbow down onto his forearm, you were able to break away from his grasp and shove him backwards - only a few feet, though. It was enough for you to drop to the floor and grab your Cubs baseball bat, one that Peter had given you, and bring the barrel down against his foot. 

He cried out in pain and tried to kick you, but the years you’d spent learning how to ballroom dance and slide along the floor in a dress made it much easier to slide in jeans. You took the knob of the bat and began jabbing it into his knees until the pain of your hits caused him to hit the floor. 

“Don’t fucking move!” you shouted as you stood up and pointed the bat at his head. “I’ll fucking break it, I swear, and you’ll only have the batting cages yo used to take me to to blame. Don’t get up.” 

You reached into your pocket and pulled your phone out, dialing 911. The bat was steady pointed at Peter’s face, only inches away so that when you swung back it wouldn’t kill him, but it would at least make him have an involuntary nap. The regret on his face was clear as day. He was re-playing his choices of the past few years, you figured, and very few of them seemed to be positive. 

“Thank you. Yes. It’s the top floor, and I’m the only apartment up here,” you explained and then hung up. You shook your head at Peter’s rigid form on the floor and dialed Sonny. “Hey. It wasn’t Anna. It’s Peter. I’m fine - I’m fine - yes. Okay.” 

“Why don’t you just update Facebook too, so everyone else can know?” he asked bitterly from the floor. 

“Jesus Christ, for once would you just...” you sighed and then drew back, hitting the side of his head with just enough force to shut him up for a few minutes. “Be fucking silent.” 

A few minutes later, uniformed officers rushed into your apartment. You explained the situation as it had played out, but Peter’s story didn’t match yours. 

“She invited me here to reconcile,” he was explaining from the hallway outside of your apartment. “I don’t know she just snapped and started hitting me. I don’t know what happened. I really thought we were going to get back together.” 

Sonny walked into your apartment a few minutes later and shut the door. “This could get ugly.” 

“It’s already ugly, Sonny,” you said with a sigh. “Imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t been able to get him off of me for those few seconds? You might have found me at the morgue. Not here.” 

“Don’t talk like that,” he said with a sigh. “I went over to Anna’s and spoke to her. She said she’d be willing to be a character witness for you and she’d also like to explain why Peter was in Sleepy Hollow tonight. You’ve got the messages, too, plus your past restraining order. It’ll be messy for him, is what I meant.” 

You nodded and sat down on your bed, staring blankly at the floor. “I wanna move.” 

“You want to move?” he asked as he sat down beside you. 

“Yeah. Somewhere he isn’t going to be. Maybe.. Seattle.” 

Sonny shrugged gently. “Seattle? They’ve got good coffee so I’ve heard, and I guess I could handle the rain, too. It’s only like 75% of the year right?” 

With a smile, you looked up at Sonny and nudged him softly with your elbow. “Who said you were invited?” 

“Well I just figured since you’re gonna marry me someday it would make sense for us to be together, even if it’s in Seattle,” he explained, a grin tugging at his lips. 

Two officers stepped back into the apartment and you rose to your feet. “I gotta go in,” you explained, though Sonny already knew. 

He nodded and stood up too, a sign that he would go down to the station with you. “Let’s get it over with,” he suggested, and placed his hand on your lower back to guide you forward. “It’s gonna be fine.” 

_________

Peter’s erratic behavior combined with the testimony of Anna, several women you’d never met before, Sonny, and yourself all made for a solid case against him. He wasn’t sentenced, which you figured he wouldn’t be, but he was given no contact orders and was forbidden from being more then 300 feet from you at any given point in time. If he attempted any communications with you, he would be put in jail. If he was found near you or your home, he would be put in jail. You couldn’t have asked for much more when you looked back on his career within the justice system. It probably hurt the judge to do an ADA like that, but you cared a lot less now than you did before. 

Sonny bought you a new FitBit and let you set it up yourself, and though you trusted him with your life, such a meaningful gesture meant more to you than anything else he could have done.. except for one thing. 

Sonny had access to your laptop, and why wouldn’t he? You’d been living together now for a few months and were starting your life together. He’d seen you look at the same house several times, and even start emails but never compose or send them to the realtor who was showing your dream house. 

“I got you something,” he said, giving his best impression of mystery. He handed you an envelope and sat down beside you at the kitchen table. 

When you opened it and realized what was inside, you nearly screamed in excitement: confirmation for two tickets to Seattle, Washington... and a confirmed meeting with the very realtor you’d been so nervous to contact. 

“Pack your bags, babe.” He leaned over and kissed your forehead, letting out a small laugh at the shock and awe your were experiencing. “We leave tonight. We have plenty of time to think about the move, but I want you to know that I’m on board, too.” 

You stared down at the tickets for along moment, before you burst out laughing and wiped the tears from your eyes. “Guess what?”

“What, doll?” 

“Today’s my one year anniversary of being a Zygmunt again.” 

He shook his head with a laugh and pulled you into his arms, planting a kiss on your lips. “Happy Anniversary, Miss.” 

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Okay, so I decided to make this the final chapter because I’m legit stoked about my new fic... and also because this is the longest I’ve ever dragged a fic on and I didn’t want to end it unraveling at the seams. 

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RWBY Grimm Guardians Arc 3: Separated Union Ch 14

Finale Part II: Side Salem

Salem: Welcome, foolish mortals. Tonight, I shall show you all what I have been up to, instead of those pathetic children. Enjoy, you pests.

Disclaimer: Still own nothing. Also, this WILL be a short one, unfortunately.  Please continue to give constructive criticism. Thank you.

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(In the Land of Darkness…)

Salem sat on her throne, sighing as she rubbed her eyes in annoyance. To say she was not pleased by recent events was….an understatement. First, while the Fall of Beacon was mostly a success, most of the huntsmen and huntresses seemed to have survived. Especially given that Evergreen and Ozma have survived.

Second, Cinder sustained significant injuries, forcing the immortal to replace her left arm with that of a Grimm. Her eye was, unfortunately, unrecoverable. And third, Vampier’s attempts to kill Summer were unsuccessful. So it was no surprise that she needed to have a word with both of them.

She then snapped out of her daze as Vampier walked into the throne room, alone and, understandably, enraged. “I see you’re just as furious as I that Summer has regained some of her former power and strength.” The immortal said. The Bat Queen growled, “Damn fucking right. I’m going to rip her head off for disgracing me.” Salem nodded, glad that the woman’s fury was strengthening her resolve. Nodding again, the black dressed woman then said, “I’ve issued new weapons for you to play with.”

“They may be to your liking.” She explained. Vampier nodded, “Will they be useful in killing the last Wolf of Vale?” Salem nodded, knowing very well of the title Summer went by when she first battled her. “Yes, it will. Along with the Weapon Spirits and Mrs. Schnee… Provided neither has learned anything about themselves before your next encounter…” “And the brats?” The Bat Queen asked. The immortal shook her head, “Do not be concerned with them, unless they intervene with your objective directly.”

“Got it.” The Bat Queen said. “And do you care if any of them are brought to you alive?” Salem tapped her chin, actually thinking about the opportunities that could bring. Both those in her favor and those that would be a hindrance. “I have no preference.” She ultimately decided. “Though bringing them to me alive would be a nice bonus.” Vampier nodded with a grin, “Understood. Then, if possible, I’ll bring Summer to you so you may enact your OWN vengeance on her.” The immortal grinned wickedly, “Thank you.”

Taking that as her dismissal, Vampire left for the armory. As she did, Cinder came limping into the throne room. Almost like a frightened child. ‘Seems like things DON’T change with age…’ Salem thought with a hum, remembering what the young woman was like when she first saw her. A small smile rose to the immortal’s lips, as she had an idea on how to change that. “Come to me, Cinder…” The immortal said in a hushed whisper, beckoning the Fall Maiden to approach closer to the woman.

Timidly, the Fall Maiden did exactly that, walking right up to the witch and getting on her knees. Salem gave an uncharacteristic sweet smile, leaning forward to cup the young woman’s right cheek, “Good girl. Now, let’s help you get out of that fearful state. Yes?” Cinder looked up, almost shocked that her master even ASKED to help her. She eagerly nodded, causing the immortal to chuckle. “Good. Now then…” Salem said, before pouring a bit of her power into the young woman’s Grimm arm.

Cinder instinctively gasped as her eye went wide from the power surging through her. Even her left eye, while unusable, glowed brightly with a flame-like light. The light faded and soon, Cinder’s fists tightened. “How do you feel?” Salem asked, looking at the Fall Maiden’s face. The young woman’s eye narrowed, before snarling, “I feel like I’m going to kill a bitch...or several. I FUCKING HAD THAT REDHEADED BRAT!” “And then that red cloaked shit ROBBED me of a victory!” Cinder snapped.

The immortal nodded with a grin, “Vampier is ALSO just as furious with them. I assume you want revenge?” The Fall Maiden looked at her master, as if she thought the answer was obvious, “Very. Much. SO.” “Good.” Salem smiled. “Then I’ll let you kill Ruby Rose and her team then. Though, there are some people you should avoid…besides Ruby’s mother.” “The Weapon Spirits and the former Schnee heiress, right?” Cinder asked, before being given a nod.

“Vampier will deal with them.” The immortal informed. “Though you may deal with them if they directly interfere.” The young woman nodded, “Understood. And your thoughts on bringing them in alive?” Salem shook her head, “No preference, even though it’d be a nice bonus.” “You and Vampier are to go to Mistral as soon as you can. There’s a bandit leader who hates Ozpin as much as I do.” She explained. “She may be a valuable asset.”

“And if she declines?” Cinder asked. The immortal shrugged, “Don’t be surprised. She tends to do things on her own anyway, it seems.” The Fall Maiden nodded, “Noted.” Just as Cinder began to leave, Salem said, “There is one last thing. I’ve given you a new power. It’s not much, but it may be very useful.” “It’s a psychological-based ability that makes the victim suffer extreme and lucid nightmares and possible flashbacks.” She explained.

Cinder figured that the ability was to trigger a victim’s psychological trauma. “How should I….?” She began asking, before trailing off. Salem responded, “You may do it in any form you wish. Personally, I made a nightmare that represented Ruby’s mother’s worst fears.” The immortal grinned sadistically, “And ended her like a tiny pest.” A cruel idea came to Cinder’s mind, before grinning. “I think I’ll try that on her daughter then.” She said. The immortal nodded, “Alright then. Have fun with it.”

“I will. Very much.” The Fall Maiden nodded, before bowing and leaving. With that, the witch sighed. ‘There’s a lot of me in her, that woman.’ She thought with a proud smile, before closing her eyes.

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(In Salem’s Mindscape….)

Suddenly, the air grew cold, the light dark, and noise hushed. Well, with but one exception...or two.

In this mindscape, there was a tiny Salem locked in a cage, her appearance matching that of her from Remnant’s earliest days and still human. She was also chained up and in something akin to a prison garb. Then there was the Salem that Remnant currently knew. The one who commanded an army of Grimm and the epitome of evil. To the human Salem, her dark counterpart was like a tower, standing over almost 300 feet tall. The dark counterpart was also eyeing her hungrily.

“If you submitted to me, this would ALL be over.” The giant woman said, flicking the cage and causing the tiny woman to yelp as she awoke. The blonde gave the titan a scowl, “Like hell. You’d still continue making me a prisoner.” “Not to mention all of Remnant.” She said. The human counterpart was the only one restraining Salem’s Grimm powers. If she lost her hold on them, who knew how powerful she would become. Her dark counterpart would be able to kill everyone on Remnant.

The towering woman leaned in absurdly close, her eyes burning with anger, hatred, and sadism. “Remnant’s death will be the only way to get back what we lost.” She growled, red light emerging from her maw like she was a dragon breathing fire. “Bullshit.” The human retorted. “Wiping out all sentient life will get us NOTHING. Ozma, who’s still alive, will be in eternal torment because of you.” The giant growled, snapping her teeth at her prisoner, who barely flinched as hot breath rushed past her.

“How bold of you to claim that, when you’re also responsible for this.” The titanic woman snarled. “Remnant will hate you too.” The human nodded, regretfully, “They already do because of you. And because of you, neither us nor Ozma will receive peaceful rest.” “Then I will make him join us-.” The dark counterpart responded, only to get cut off. The human glared at her enslaver, “Ozma will never join us. Especially after what YOU did.”

The titan snarled, growling in both anger and annoyance as she flicked her wrist.

The human then winced in pain as electricity struck her body. As it stopped, the giant woman grinned, “He will join us. Regardless of how I make him.” “You’re the epitome of insanity.” Her prisoner said with a groan, hissing at the stings and jolts that were occurring through her form. The giant woman grinned, “What’s the difference between order and chaos? Insanity or sanity? Either way, he’ll be ours again. No matter what.”

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(In the Land of Darkness…)

The witch then left her weaker human counterpart, opening her eyes as she woke up in reality. “You two can either submit to me.” The immortal mumbled to herself. “Or I’ll consume your entire being. Just like any other Grimm would.” She then felt a growl from within her chest and stomach. The witch grinned, “I do hope you pray that doesn’t happen anytime soon. I’d rather not lose my favorite prisoner yet...or OUR man.”

She then stood and walked out of the room, ready to give more instructions to her inner circle.

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It’s me again. For real! No, I’m not possessed by Salem.

And that is that! Done with Separated Union! I hope you all enjoyed seeing what Salem and villains are up to. Yeah, Cinder is….far more angry than scared. She is FURIOUS. And with a new ability to boot!

As you can see, Salem is both the villain and not the villain. Her Grimm-self is the representation of Salem’s selfishness, hatred, and other negative emotions that came as a result of the loss of Ozma. She is the true villain of this AU.

Her human self is the part of her who’s selfLESS. She is the part of Salem that knows that Ozma’s time had come and believes that he should’ve rested peacefully. She is also the representation of Salem’s regret of her actions.

Unlike her Grimm counterpart, the human self is far weaker, as represented being the size of an ant and being locked in a cage. The human is the Grimm’s prisoner, thus making Salem her own judge, jury, warden, and executioner of sorts.

Now I can move on to the Arc I was looking forward to since the beginning! Arc 4: Re-Bonding In Mistral! See you then!

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At the U.S. border, a diminished migrant caravan readies for an unwelcoming reception

By Nick Miroff, Washington Post, April 27, 2018

TIJUANA, Mexico--The American president, a former real estate mogul, does not want Byron Garcia in the United States. But the Honduran teenager was too busy building his own hotel empire this week to worry much about that.

Vermont Avenue and Connecticut Avenue were his. Now he was looking to move up-market.

The mini-Monopoly board on the dusty floor of the migrant shelter was small, but it fit well in the small space beside the tents. His older sister, Carolina, rolled a 2 and landed on Oriental Avenue.

“That’ll be $500,” said Garcia, 15, gleefully extending his hand. “I love this game!”

Garcia is coming to America on Sunday. Or maybe not. His mother, Orfa Marin, 33, isn’t sure it will be a good day to walk up to the border crossing and tell a U.S. officer that her family needs asylum. She knows President Trump wants to stop them.

Marin and her three children are among the 300 or so remaining members of the migrant caravan who have arrived here at the end of a month-long geographic and political odyssey, a trip that has piqued Trump’s Twitter anger and opened new cracks in U.S.-Mexico relations.

The organizers of the caravan say they are planning to hold a rally Sunday at Friendship Park, the international park where a 15-foot border fence splits the beach. From there, activists and attorneys plan to lead a group of the migrants to the U.S. port of entry at San Ysidro, Calif., where they will approach U.S. Customs and Border Protection officers and formally request asylum.

Tired and anxious after more than a month on the road, they bring searing personal stories of murdered family members and gang threats back in Central America. It will be up to U.S. courts--if they are admitted into the country--to sort out whether they deserve protection or deportation.

Organizers say they expect about 100 people to attempt Sunday’s crossing but acknowledge that many could get “cold feet” after so much buildup.

Regardless of the final number, it will be something considerably more modest than the procession of 1,500 people who appeared on Fox News in late March and seized the president’s attention. His successive tweets depicted them as a lurid threat moving to storm a lawless U.S. border.

Trump has ordered U.S. soldiers to deploy and Homeland Security officials to block the migrants. But the diminished version of the caravan that has arrived here, mostly women and children, has only underscored its meekness.

The families are drained after weeks of travel, coughing children and pinto beans. They have crowded here into shelters in the city’s squalid north end, where the sidewalks are smeared with dog droppings and skimpily dressed women hand out drink promotions among the strip clubs and brothels. The tall American border fence is two blocks away.

Children play on the sidewalks outside the shelters, the boredom broken whenever a car with donations arrives to drop off clothes and toys.

Central Americans migrants in Mexico have long been treated as a kind of renewable natural resource, ripe for exploitation by thieves, predators and politicians. The geopolitical importance attached to this particular group was a sign to many here that the U.S. president had recognized an opportunity, too.

“We’re not terrorists or bad people,” Marin said.

Regardless of its size, Trump officials have measured this caravan in symbolic terms, as an egregious example of the “loophole” they want to shut and an immigration system whose generosity is being abused, they say, by hundreds of thousands of Central Americas trying to dupe it.

U.S. law generally allows foreign nationals who reach U.S. territory to apply for asylum, and it bars the government from holding minors in prolonged detention. Adults traveling with children who reach the border and request asylum typically spend a few days in federal custody before they are released and assigned a court date, often many months or years away.

The vast majority of Central American asylum requests are not approved, but many applicants skip out on their court appearances to remain in the United States illegally as long as possible.

Secretary of Homeland Security Kirstjen Nielsen issued new warnings this week threatening caravan members with criminal prosecution if they file a false immigration claim. Anyone who advises migrants to do so also faces prosecution.

The escalating threats have fueled speculation that Customs and Border Protection officers could stop caravan members from approaching the port to make the asylum request, or that Mexican authorities could intervene at the last minute to force them back.

In an interview, Pete Flores, the top official for CBP’s San Diego field office, said that asylum procedures at the border crossings have not changed and that the “status quo” remained in effect.

“If someone arrives, we take their claim and we will process them,” Flores said. “We will take them as our capacity allows them to come into the port of entry.” The San Ysidro detention cells can hold about 300 people, he said.

The chance that Mexican authorities would block caravan members from reaching the border appeared remote. The state governor sent three tour buses to bring them from Mexicali. Police and military patrols circled by the shelters every few minutes and kept close watch on the homeless and addicted men living on the streets, some of them long-ago deportees who never made it back to their U.S. lives.

“I’m not afraid, but I know that President Trump doesn’t want to let us in,” said Yorleny Cantarero, 27. “And besides, I can’t go home.”

Organizers have told her asylum is “guaranteed by the United Nations,” she said.

Cantarero said that her abusive husband has threatened to kill her and that the police don’t enforce the restraining order against him. She left her son, 9, with his father in Honduras and fled with their daughters, ages 7 and 2. She was living with the girls in a rented room in southern Mexico and earning $6 a day at a fruit stand when she heard about the caravan. She saw it as the only safe way for a young mother with no money to get a chance at asylum.

“These people have no option but to seek refuge in another country, and they have every right to seek asylum, they have decided to face the consequences and to be strong in demanding what is their right,” said Leonard Olsen, 26, a law student and one of several caravan organizers from the United States. He wore a tattered Philadelphia Eagles cap and arrived in Tijuana on Thursday with a busload of women and children.

Among the 300 who reached the end of the line here are many who say they are not planning to cross at all, including men whose previous deportations make it exceedingly difficult to make an asylum claim. A painful separation awaits other families, who fear men with them will be jailed and deported if they cross as a family.

Jeannette Gonzalez, 28, was traveling with her daughters, ages 4 and 10 months, and the girls’ father, to whom she is not married. He will go first with the 4-year-old, while she remains in Tijuana with the baby until the father and the older girl are released from U.S. detention. Then the family will attempt to reunite.

The girls’ father, a forklift operator, will be killed if he is deported to El Salvador, Gonzalez said, because he has refused to work for a gang as a driver.

Nielsen and other Trump officials have urged the migrants to remain in Mexico, where many have qualified for asylum protections. But Gonzalez said she has no family there, while an aunt in Texas is ready to take them. If they can get into the United States.

“Obama was the son of an immigrant. He understood,” Gonzalez said. “But Trump doesn’t want us there, and we’re scared.”