#callie with a glock

[hwkgrass]

[gothlovo]

🎶 Call the doctor ! Call the doctor ! There must be something wrong with me! 🎶

JUMPING ON THE SCENE-CALLIE GIRL BANDWAGON !!! All thanks to the dearest @crocuta1 so here's their beloved rawr gurl xD

(I don't even go here)

[ghosthoodie]

oogle doogle time!!😇

[islandtarochips]

Call of Duty: Callie “Snipe” Graves 🇺🇸

A blonde woman who is related to the Commander of the Shadow Company! A sister actually. Born, and raised in America. Having that cocky attitude just like her older brother. A Lieutenant standing by the Commander’s side. She is the ride and die with her older brother and would do ANYTHING with him. No matter what the cost.

GENERAL:

🇺🇸 Name: Callie Graves

🇺🇸 Alias(es): Callie, Cal, Lieutenant, Snipe, Snipey (Only Graves can call her that), Little C (Graves called her that)

🇺🇸 Gender: Female

🇺🇸 Age: Late 30s

🇺🇸 Birthday: July 31st

🇺🇸 Nationality: American

🇺🇸 Place of Birth: Texas, US

🇺🇸 Home: Dallas, Texas, US

🇺🇸 Spoken Languages: English

🇺🇸 Sexuality: Heterosexual

🇺🇸 Occupation: Lieutenant of the Marine Corps and the Commander’s right hand man (or WOMAN. Lol.)

APPEARANCE:

🇺🇸 Eye Color: Blue

🇺🇸 Hair Color: Blonde

🇺🇸 Height: 5’4”/163 cm

🇺🇸 Scars: A small scar on the back of her neck, some on her knuckles and a bullet wound on her right thigh (from Tiala)

🇺🇸 Face Claim: Dakota Fanning

FAVORITES:

🇺🇸 Color: Lemon Yellow

🇺🇸 Food: Burgers. Just burgers and Fries.

🇺🇸 Drink: Whiskey

🇺🇸 Flower: Sunflower

🇺🇸 Hairstyle: Always putting up in a ponytail or in a bun when she's at home. But putting it in a braid during work time.

PERSONALITY:

🇺🇸 Myers Briggs Type: ESTP Callie is a VERY outgoing person. She has always been ever since she was little. Always loves to go outside for an adventure with her older brother. She’s also the kind of woman who would do ANYTHING for her brother. Whatever he said she’ll do it. Well…some of it.

🇺🇸 Action-Oriented: Whatever Graves asks her to deal with something. She’ll do it in the most CREATIVE way to deal with the enemies. And she’ll do it in a HEARTBEAT.

🇺🇸 Pragmatic Problem Solver: Even though she will follow her older brother’s orders without questioning. But she is a woman who wants to listen to reasons before acting onto it.

🇺🇸 Skillful Negotiator: Callie is a really good negotiator. She can make a good deal with ANYONE or any strangers. She just needs to read the info/intel of the person who wants to make a deal and she’ll talk to them with ease.

NEGATIVE:

🇺🇸 Most of the Shadows kept complaining that she’s being too bossy. Always telling them what to do while Graves put her in charge.

🇺🇸 Just like her older brother. Callie doesn’t express or even acknowledge her own feelings

🇺🇸 Callie is a NARCISSIST. Always trying to prove someone else is WRONG. Even doing that to Graves too. She didn’t even BOTHER listen to other people’s perspective and just kept saying that they are wrong. (Spoiled brat)

🇺🇸 She’s a GOOD dirty liar. Always got away just by saying her creative words. Even if there are ways that don't make sense. She’ll MAKE it sense.

Skills and Abilities:

🇺🇸 Fighting Style: Boxing

🇺🇸 Weapons: XM7 and M110 SASS

🇺🇸 Distinct Weapon: Glock 17 and Morakniv Kansbol knife

🇺🇸 Special Skills: Negotiate with anyone very well and very fast skills of dealing with their enemies.

FAMILY:

Philip Graves (Older Brother, Alive)

TRIVIA:

🇺🇸 She is the younger sister of the Commander and the CEO of the Shadow Company.

🇺🇸 Most people could tell that she’s related to him because of her blonde hair and cocky attitude.

🇺🇸 Callie’s Code name is Snipe not only because she is good at shooting people from a distance. But also criticize people in a harsh or unfair way. That’s just what made her so hard headed.

🇺🇸 Always love to compete against Graves and his boys. She has a thing of being competitive with the higher ups or the lowers thinking she can put them down easily.

🇺🇸 Always likes to accept ANY challenges and she mostly wins.

Background Story:

(This MIGHT be short because since they didn’t explain about Graves’ past then I have to make up for this one. But I WILL change it once I find out about it!)

Callie, the most unbearable woman that anyone could handle, was born and raised in America. And she is PROUD of being one!

She is the younger sister of Philip Graves. Her and Graves have a good sibling bonding. They always have each other’s back no matter how bad the situation gets.

Even though they argued most of the time over little things. And Callie will NEVER back down until Philip says that she’s RIGHT. A real spoiled brat if you ask me.

Callie is also good at making bribery or negotiating pretty well. Like during her high school time. She made a deal with one of the upper level students if she’ll bring her dad’s cigars and get some cash out of it. Which she SUCCESSFULLY got it without being caught. She even lied to her dad that the cigarettes were somewhere in his room while she went out to buy another one and replaced it.

 And as she grew up, she signed up to join the Marine Corps along with Philip. Cause wherever he goes, she goes. So they both worked hard to rise up to their ranks. Until she made it to be a Lieutenant (even still today) and Philip being the Commander.

She kind of envies her older brother being on the top and being in charge of the Shadow Company that he suddenly created. But she doesn’t complain when Philip asks to join in and be his right-hand-man or…woman.

Her brother did give her a code name “Snipe” because of her talented skill of shooting AND also has that attitude of giving other soldiers criticism in a VERY harshful way. He likes to see that from his little sis.

Callie will always choose her brother over EVERYTHING and EVERYONE.

You can say that Shepherd got Graves as his good dog but Graves got a good WILD dog.

Now to tag this peeps for I promise to tag them!

@justasmolbard I hope you like her!

[2dabledoons]

I like how Callie had a Glock back then

[444names]

Names generated from the C0da by Michael Kirkbride

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[akgerhardt]

Happy Pride, I spent all month on this and still didn't finish in time because I am artistically challenged. I've been trying to draw a group pic of them for years; they are the characters ever

(id with excruciating details below)

[Image description: a lineart doodle of the alpha kids in front of a rainbow infinity symbol, each smiling and drawn in their respective color. Jane is holding a flag that says "I don't know what my gender is, and at this point, :B I don't care." She is wearing a fake mustache, Washington Kraken Pride shirt, and platform shoes with bacon, eggs, and Ron Swanson's face on them. They were customized as a gift from Dirk, and she wears them semi-ironically. Roxy is the second tallest. She has her arms around Jane and Dirk. Her hair is in a wrap shaped like the canon style, with tight curls poking out. She wears a wizard beard, miniskirt, heart leggings that stop above the knee, a heart sticker as a beauty mark, a shirt that says "Trans Wrongs" in an 8-bit heart font with Hello Kitty cocking a glock, roller skates, and legwarmers with the mtf flag stripes. Dirk towers over everyone, and he's fuckin' hairy and jacked. He has an arm around Roxy's shoulders, and his other hand is holding Jake's. He's wearing flame crocs, cargo pants with his cutie mark-keychained katana strapped to his leg, and a homemade crop top adorned with the album cover of Blast Radius, heavily compressed. On his left shoulder is an even more compressed Pac-man tattoo, which corresponds with the green and blue fruit from the game on Jake's right shoulder. One can almost hear Dirk nudging them together with a quiet "wokkawokkawokkawokka." Jake is the shortest, with twig proportions to boot. He has an authentic handlebar mustache and is wearing a heart-shaped demiromantic pin and a long, flowy, sparkling blue and green dress with a bow around the middle. There are fake flowers in his hair. Everyone is having a great time because they worked out their issues, and it goes unstated that they love each other to a fault. Callie and Hal also belong here, but I can't draw for shit and could barely accomplish this much, let alone figure out its universe or their designs. I want to draw the whole squad together, but that day may not come for a while.]

[infiltrateds]

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒　　　　.

　full　name　:　madison   fraser   ,   born   REDACTED. 　nickname(s)　:　mads   ,   maddi. 　age　+　bday　:　39   +   feb  3rd. 　gender　+　pronouns　:　cis   man   +   he   /   him . 　sexuality　:　bisexual. 　birthplace　:　edinburgh  ,  scotland. 　languages　:　english   ,   french   ,   german   ,   russian   ,   italian   ,   mandarin   ,   spanish   ,   polish.

　current　location　:　ucla   medical   center. 　position　:　guard. 　former　occupation　:　spy   turned   fbi   agent   (   counterintelligence   division   )   ;   specialized   taskforce   ,   black   ops. 　arsenal　:　 his   glock   19m   is   his   go   -   to   firearm   ,   but   he   usually   has   a   machete   strapped   to   his   side   ,   as   well   as   countless   knives   /   tools   hidden   on   him   at   all   times.

　family　:　nicolette   theriot   —   wife. 　notable　relationships　:　 callie   hu   —   former   teammate   (   *   mads   vc   *   this   is   my   wife   nic   ,   and   nic’s   gf   callie   ).  

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐢𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃　　　　.

　　—　   pre   -   apocalypse   :      picked   up   off   the   streets   of   edinburgh   ,      madison   was   raised   in   an   agency   alongside   a   handful   of   other   orphaned   and   abandoned   children   ⸻   trained   to   carry   on   the   haus   legacy   of   churning   out   only   the   best   of   the   best.   built   for   espionage   and   instructed   through   a   rigorous   mindset   of   do   or   die   ,      over   two   decades   of   his   life   were   spent   in   submission   to   an   agency   that   did   everything   in   their   power   to   destroy   any   semblance   of   identity   he   had.      (   easier   said   than   done   ,      for   the   so   called   agent   of   chaos   in   their   handler’s   carefully   ordered   world.   )  

so   when   the   opportunity   came   for   him   to   finally   escape   ?   the   decision   to   switch   sides   was   hardly   a   decision   at   all.   taking   the   offer   of   a   mercifully   outstretched   hand   ,      madison   had   given   up   everything   ⸻   every   little   secret   he   had   been   TRAINED   to   keep.   choosing   to   work   for   one   of   the   very   governments   he   had   studied   so   hard   to   take   down   and   topple   ,      his   skills   were   put   to   use   in   securing   their   power   instead.   all   he   asked   for   in   return   ?   his   freedom.

[   ...   more   info   regarding   the   in   -   between   can   be   found   here   !   ]

　　—　   post   -   apocalypse   :      he   was   on   a   mission   gone   terribly   fucking   wrong   when   the   zombies   came   a   ‘   bitin.   dragged   kicking   and   screaming   out   of   an   interrogation   room   ⸻   the   last   he   saw   of   his   wife   was   the   stubborn   set   of   her   lip   ,      and   a   fierceness   to   her   eyes   that   burned   brightbrightbright.   (   the   first   few   weeks   of   the   apocalypse   passed   entirely   unknown   to   mads   ,      who   was   kept   locked   away   in   a   cell   by   a   continuously   dwindling   number   of   guards.   )   but   by   the   time   he   finally   escaped   :      governments   had   already   fallen   ,      the   world   had   completely   blacked   out   ⸻   it   was   too   late   ,      and   the   beginning   of   the   end   was   already   here.

　　—　   soon   after   :      by   the   time   he   made   it   back   to   the   last   place   he’d   seen   nic   ,      there   was   nothing   left   of   his   wife   to   trace   ,      neither   anyone   else   to   seek   vengeance   upon.   (   he’d   made   sure   that   the   piece   of   shit   that   betrayed   them   was   deader   than   dead   ,      and   the   rest   of   their   teammates   were   either   scattered   in   the   wind   ,      or   worse   :      dead   too.   )   still   ,      giving   up   without   any   proof   of   nic   being   well   and   truly   gone   was   never   an   option   ,      and   so   mads   spent   months   drifting   from   camp   to   camp   for   even   the   slightest   clue   that   would   lead   him   back   to   her.  

　　—　   fast   forward   :      alongside   his   desperate   search   ,      he   saved   some   lives   ,      and   he   built   new   connections.   hell   ,      he   even   managed   to   help   organize   the   liberation   of   a   fucking   hospital.   so   while   the   plan   had   been   to   move   on   as   soon   as   the   new   camp   was   well   and   truly   settled   ,      the   fear   of   abandoning   those   he   knew   to   be   alive   and   in   need   of   his   help   had   kept   him   stationed   ⸻   held   him   back   from   drifting   too   far.   pouring   all   his   time   and   attentions   into   the   camp’s   safety   ,      making   sure   to   keep   busy.   (   how   long   could   one   man   chase   a   memory   before   they   eventually   became   a   ghost   ?   before   it   was   time   to   let   the   dead   truly   stay   dead.   )

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐢𝐢𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒　　　　.

　　—　   is   probably   known   around   camp   as   that   guy   who’s   still   in   love   with   his   wife   and   will   not   shut   up   about   her   and   how   you   shouldn’t   get   attached   because   he’s   not   here   to   stay   !!!!      actually   ,   he’s   probably   gonna   leave   in   a   week   or   so   !!   (   and   wdym   that’s   the   same   thing   he   said   last   week   ,      and   the   week   before   that   akkwejfnawe.   )   he   just   ...   tends   to   get   really   morose   from   time   to   time   when   he   has   too   much   free   time   ,      so   just   let   him   work   through   it   until   he   can   find   300   other   things   to   pile   onto   his   plate   ,      until   he   eventually   overworks   himself   and   thankfully   passes   out   !

　　—　   in   contrast   :      he   is   also   that   terrifying   guard   who   can   kill   you   in   sixty   different   ways   at   any   given   time   ,      and   has   a   constant   awareness   of   his   surroundings   that’s   just   ...   unnerving.   he   usually   only   uses   his   skills   for   good   though   ,      and   he’s   taken   it   upon   himself   to   train   up   some   of   the   members   of   their   camp   who’ve   asked   !!   with   infiltration   having   always   been   his   specialty   as   a   spy   and   agent   ,      he’s   incredibly   tactically   minded   ,      and   lends   his   expertise   to   organizing   the   guard.

　　—　   he   might   come   off   as   kind   of   an   intense   dude   ,      but   he’s   honestly   just   ...   a   Dumb   Guy™   !!   like   even   throughout   his   training   as   a   kid   ,      he   was   very   much   a   shirker   of   duties   and   and   a   skipper   of   lessons.   more   likely   to   be   found   pushing   the   limits   of   his   handler’s   patience   ,      and   turning   in   with   mottled   bruises   and   blood   still   dripping   as   he’d   insist   on   the   independence   of      free   thinker   rather   than   the   absolute   compliance   they   demanded   of   him.   (   he’s   obviously   grown   since   then   ,      but   he’s   just   ...   not   in   the   habit   of   taking   anything   too   seriously.   )

　　—　   is   probably   one   of   the   better   adjusted   members   of   their   new   reality,      seeing   as   he   grew   up   surrounded   by   the   worst   of   humanity’s   ugly   underbelly   ,      and   was   trained   to   adapt   to   such   situations.   very   much   a   go   with   the   flow   kinda   guy   !   though   he   won’t   hesitate   to   gut   you   like   a   fish   if   you   hurt   a   member   of   his   camp   ,      and   even   more   so   anyone   he   personally   cares   for.

　　—　   has   a   scottish   accent   !!   though   throughout   the   majority   of   his   career   in   the   states   ,      he   spoke   with   an   american   accent   outside   of   secured   facilities   to   be   extra   careful.   (   even   now   ,      his   scot   only   comes   out   when   he’s   comfortable   or   really   vexed.   )

[ask-marcus-cally-and-ari]

Only Human

Chapter 7: Crappy Room, Crappy Day

Marcus was surprised to find that he was the first one to wake up. He liked sleeping in late. But no, he had to be up early. Sitting up, he wiped his eyes and blinked before looking down at his companions. 

Ari was on their side, sleeping peacefully. Cally had somehow ended up with her body in a weird position and an embarrassing bedhead. Marcus snickered a little as he got dressed, then looked out the window at the small town he and his friends had stopped at. 

It was small, simple. He could see the town hall from his window. It also seemed quiet; usually, there would be, like, 30 cars on the road out any hotel window he happened to look out. Instead, there were two. Only two. Marcus smiled at the sight. This town was clearly in the middle of nowhere; they were safe here. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to practice using his powers (which he still wasn’t sure he liked having; his Glock was much more reliable) just in case. So he sat on the bed and started focusing. His hands lit up with red and green energy, and a matching orb flickered into existence above Cally and Ari. 

It was so weird seeing an energy construct obey his mental commands as he made it move and twist, taking different forms. It also felt weird, and Marcus found himself almost dizzy within two minutes. He clenched his fists, causing the object to shatter, waking Ari up at the sound. 

“What the... huh... oh. Morning, Marcus,” He said groggily, sitting up. “Sleep well?” 

“Yeah,” came the reply. “Just up in here trying to figure out how to use these… superpowers. Holy sh*t, I still can’t believe I have to say that. Some fool attacks me and I get saddled with this.” 

Ari frowned. “Yeah. Who was he, anyway?” 

“Doesn’t matter. I shot him. Twice. Can’t nobody come after us again after that.” 

Ari nodded. “Good.” 

“So what do ya want to do? I mean, there can’t be much to do around here.” 

“We could go out. I know those girls wanted autographs. And we can listen to them sing.” 

Marcus sighed. “A bunch of girls saw us be attacked. How does this get us fame?” 

“I don’t know. Hopefully, they didn’t, like, post about us on Fakebook or something.” 

“I hope not,” Marcus smiled, ruffling Ari’s hair. “They didn’t get our good sides.” 

The two shared a laugh as Ari got dressed. 

The girls were singing "Circle of Life" when Marcus and Ari got down to them. "Hey," smiled Marcus. "Mind if we watch?" 

The girls squealed and crowded around the pair. 

Cally woke up and her friends were gone, only leaving her a note. 

Hey Cal, 

Went to go see if the choir girls are practicing. Not much else to do. Come join us when you finally get your a** out of bed. 

Marcus and Ari.

Cally sighed. “I should, shouldn’t I? But…” The place was dark, and it was far from their car. There needed to be an escape plan. So, grabbing a notebook and pencil, the intelligent teen got to work mapping out the place. 

There were three routes out Cally could see. One was out the window. The least favorable route, but the quickest. It was just one floor down. The second was out the door. If there was some way she could distract an attacker, her friends could move past whoever it was and run. The third was through the trapdoor in the corner, which Cally thought was a laundry chute. Man, she hated this place's layout, but it was a viable escape option. Easy. All she needed were supplies. So, grabbing her purse and getting dressed, she headed out. 

Marcus and Ari spent the day singing with the choir girls and even giving a couple pointers, and when they left that room, Marcus decided to go to a nearby restaurant and get himself, Ari, and Cally some food. “You go back to the hotel room, eh?” 

Ari nodded and headed back. On her way back, he happened to notice a weird guy with a brown hat, a red shirt, and a probably leather vest having trouble with a vending machine. Against their better judgement, Ari decided that it would be wrong to not help him out and came over. “Trouble?” she asked, hands in his pockets. 

“Hm? Oh, yeah. This d@mn machine won’t work,” the man grumbled, gesturing to the glass. A bag of Doritos was lodged awkwardly in the springs, keeping it from dropping down. 

Ari shrugged. “I could go for Doritos. I can just get another one and yours will drop.” As they entered the number in, she asked, “So your accent is funny- uh, interesting. Are you from, like, Australia or England?” 

“Australia,” the man replied. He crouched down and got the two bags out as they dropped, handing Ari one. “Where’re you from? Never seen you around town.” 

“I’m a runaway,” Ari sighed. “From Smallville. Where that video of One Punch Marksman was filmed.” 

“Oh, you’re that kid? Hardly recognized ya. Granted, that video doesn’t exactly have the best quality.” 

“No, I’m not. That’s a friend of mine. We had to run away because of it,” Ari sighed as she opened the bag. “I don’t even know why they don’t like us. I think it’s, like, the mafia or something and my friend said they were after our other friend. And he got a magic tattoo.” 

“Magic tattoos? Now there’s something you don’t hear everyday,” the Aussie said, peering at Ari. 

“Yeah. It’s of a red fist and it says ‘body’ in big, red letters. And he has superpowers now.” Ari sat on a bench in the hotel. “He doesn’t like them, though. He says his gun is good enough. And given that he got rid of the bad guy trying to kill him with it, I don’t blame him.” 

“Change can be scary for a lot of people,” the man shrugged. 

“Yeah. And he thinks that bad guy cursed him or something. If he was still alive, I’d ask what the big deal was that made him and his friends want us dead,” Ari sighed. “But it’s not like you can come back from the dead.” 

“Who knows. We live in strange times,” the man replied dryly. 

“True. I just want this to end,” whined the teen. “But it’s not fair to you for me to just dump all this on you; I should go. Thanks for listening, mister…?” 

“...Brutus.” 

“That’s funny,” Ari giggled. “I’m Ari. Nice to meet you.” 

“Likewise,” the man grinned, and Ari went back upstairs where they found Cally drawing out a layout of the motel.

“Hey Ari,” Cally greeted, not looking up from the sketch.

“What’re you doing?”

“Making a map. We need a way out if anything decides to blow up while we’re here.”

“Isn’t that a little much?” 

“Nothing is too much. We’re watching for superhuman people who want to kill us.” Cally finished the map and started writing out escape plans. “Where’s Marcus?” 

“Getting dinner. He was thinking of McDonnie's.” 

“Sounds good.” 

When Marcus returned, he happened to see a man in a suit carrying a tank around the side of the building. “People are idiots,” he mumbled under his breath as he headed back into the hotel with the food. 

When he came into the hotel room, he found Cally setting up what looked like a makeshift bear trap at the door.

“Oh, hey Marcus. Watch where you’re stepping, this thing can take off your leg in an instant.”

“Why are you putting a bear trap at the door!?” Marcus exclaimed, bewildered.

“Safety precaution. What if those weirdos come after us again?”

"HOW DID YOU EVEN GET THAT?!" 

"I traded for it." 

Marcus stared. "I don't even want to know. Anything happen while I was out?" 

"I met a guy with a weird accent. Had trouble with the machine, so I helped him out," beamed Ari. 

"Of course," Marcus chuckled. 

"Okay, I have three viable escape options here. I wrote them out for you. If someone attacks us, we use whichever one is closest." 

Marcus nodded. "Sure thing, Cal," he replied, boredly taking a note. 

About five minutes later, there was a knock at the door. 

Marcus blanched. "Wh-who is it?" 

Ari headed over to the door, watching their feet so they didn't touch the bear trap. She peered through the peephole in the door. "Huh? Oh, it's Funny Accent Guy! He looks different." 

"Different how?" Marcus asked, hand already going for his gun. 

"Well, I- wait. He just disappeared,” Ari frowned and opened the door, revealing that there was no one on the other side.

"WHAT?! WHERE DID HE GO?!" Cally shrieked. 

Marcus looked up, turned white, and pointed his gun at the ceiling. 

"HOW ARE YOU HERE?! I SHOT YOU!" 

Cally and Ari looked up, and Cally grabbed Ari's hand, pulling him behind her. 

“‘Ello there!” Brutal laughed, dropping down from the ceiling. “Did ya miss me?”

“Like I’d miss cancer! WHAT ARE YOU DOING BACK?! I SHOT YOU! TWICE!” Marcus shrieked the question, pointing his gun at the Freak. 

"Maybe you should have emptied the clip on him," Cally said dryly before remembering that she was in danger. 

“Still wouldn’t have done anything to me,” Brutal chuckled, brandishing his shiv. 

Ari whimpered, and Cally held them. "Relax, Ar, everything's fine." 

Marcus, gun still trained on the Freak, glared. "The hell do you mean?!" 

“Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of Respawn before,” Brutal glowered, stepping closer to the trio. 

"Like a video game?" Cally asked. "How can you- Gah!" 

Ari held their arm, and Cally held her cheek as searing agony rushed through them and the sound of flesh burning got Marcus and Brutal's attention. 

Marcus turned. "Are you two alright? What happened?" 

Ari moved her hand, revealing a tattoo on his forearm. A beautiful swirly heart, along with the word HEART in lovely cursive. 

Cally moved her hand, revealing a rather computer like depiction of a brain, along with the word BRAIN in digital lettering. 

Marcus glanced at his own tattoo, and the three stared at each other, confused. 

“So I was right,” Brutal huffed, glaring at the symbols. 

"Right about what?" Ari whined, moving so he was behind Marcus and Cally. 

“Right about going after you three. You may not know it yet, but you’re real important to Freaks like me right now. Important enough for me to personally come after you.” 

Marcus glared, racking the slide on his gun. "What could three teenagers possibly have what you need?" He growled. Cally was busy looking for which exit would be safest.

“You three are the biggest roadblocks standing in the way of me and people like me turning everyone in the world into Freaks like us.” 

"You mean, like, they get superpowers?" Ari asked innocently. 

“They do. If they don’t mind going insane, that is,” Brutal replied coldly, palming the blade of his shiv in one hand. 

Ari whimpered, shuddering. "Why do you want to do that?" 

“Why not? Freaks like me shouldn’t be the only ones who get to enjoy this existence.” Brutal began to advance on the trio. “And you three are the biggest obstacles standing in my way of doing just that.” 

Marcus hissed. "Look, pal, I'm fine with you hurting me, but you stay the hell away from Cal and Ari. They didn't do a d@mn thing to you." 

“But they will soon. And so will you. And that’s why I need all three of you out of the d@mn picture.”

Marcus scowled. "I'm pointing a gun at you. And I already got you once. Back. Up." 

Ari whined, almost curling up. "What could we possibly do? We're kids!" 

Cally, as calmly as she could, reached into her pocket, pulled out a remote, and hit the button, and bright lights went off, blinding Brutal and Marcus. "Say cheese." 

“GAH! Why you little-!” Brutal swore, and then randomly lunged at the teens, hoping to catch one with his shiv.

He barely missed Ari, who looked behind her. "We have to tell the choir to get out of here. They could get hurt!" 

"Ar, we barely have enough time to get our @$&es out of here!" Marcus shouted. 

"But we can't just let this guy hurt them! That would be wrong!" 

Cally sighed. "Ari is right. Your gun is loaded, so hopefully you should be able to get anyone else here to back off." 

Marcus nodded. "Fine. Let's make it quick." 

The three pushd past a still blinded Brutal and bolted down the hall towards the ramshackle room that the choir used as a meeting room, where the lights were still on. Which meant the choir was still there. 

Ari went to open the door- and it was locked. "Oh no…" 

“You’ve got to be kidding me-!” Marcus grunted, shoving the door. “Hey! Hey! Open up! You guys are in danger!” He shouted, banging his fist on the door.

Cally grabbed a plastic card. "Look, maybe I can pick the lock and- WHAT IS THAT?!" 

A black cloud was slowly creeping into the room with the girls. They didn't seem to notice- yet. Which meant Cally had time. She hoped. As Marcus beat on the door, she worked the lock, hoping that she could get that door open before it was too late. 

“Come on - Open d@mmit! Open!” Marcus shouted. “Ari, give me your hair pin. I’m gonna try and pick the lock.” 

"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?!" Cally screamed, furiously working. Ari handed Marcus the hairpin anyway, and he joined his nerdy friend at the lock, both of them working on it. 

There was coughing, and then Ari's eyes widened at the door. "Fear," he whispered, putting her hands to their mouth as he fell to her knees, eyes and tattoo glowing. "I can feel it. In there. They're scared… So scared…" 

“Ari?” Marcus looked away from the lock. “A-Ari, are you ok?”

"So scared… So scared," Ari repeated, the blue beginning to spread through their veins. "They're scared… Help them! Please! HELP THEM!!!" 

Cally winced. "We're trying, Ari! We'll get them out!" 

Cally and Marcus froze in terror as a chorus of screams rang from the door. The sound of chairs and tables being tossed aside erupted from the room, and the choir began banging on the door, screaming and begging to be let out. 

Ari screamed in what seemed to be agony, and Cally, now a sickening pale, went right back to work on the door. Marcus happened to see Brutal storming towards the Trio and roared, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO THEM?!" 

“Exactly what I’m gonna do to the rest of this d@mn planet!” 

Ari, eyes a bright blue, shrieked again, and Cally looked at her. "Marcus, we have to get out of here." 

"After what he just did?!" Marcus scowled, gun pointed at Brutal. 

"Look at Ari. This is hurting her. If we really are supposed to stop this and this guy isn't a raving lunatic, which I haven't ruled out, then we can't risk anything. And if the screams are anything to go by, it's too late for these girls." 

Marcus glared hatefully at Brutal, then shot out the lights. "Let's go!" he shouted, picking up the agonized Ari. 

The three made their way to Marcus's van, where they were quick to get inside- and quicker to panic when they heard gunshots and popping. Which meant that someone had just shot out their tires. 

"HOLY SH@T! WHAT WAS THAT?!" Marcus shouted, pulling his gun and sticking his head outside. 

“You’re not going anywhere!” A voice called out, carrying a noticeable French accent, which meant that Brutal wasn’t alone. 

Ari, who was no longer in pain, albeit weakened, managed, "Wh-who are you?" 

Marcus, just to be sure, moved to shield Ari from the new arrival before raising his Glock back up. "Rude to just ignore a question, punk." 

The newcomer aimed his own revolver at Marcus. “Name’s Gentlespy. I’m a friend of Brutal,” He answered, leering at Marcus. 

"Any friend of his is an enemy of mine," Marcus snapped. 

Cally looked around the van for anything that could be used to help them escape. 

Ari looked weakly at Gentlespy. "You're a bad guy, too, huh? What a bad day," he whined, holding her head. 

Marcus grumbled something under his breath before asking, “So I can assume you’re here to kill us, too?” 

“What gave that away?” Cally asked dryly. “The gun he’s pointing at us or the fact that he shot out our tires?” 

"I'm sorry for being a little off when two lunatics are trying to kill us!" Marcus shot back. 

Ari made a squeaky noise of protest, and Marcus turned cold, remembering where they were. "Okay… so. Your boyfriend didn't give us a straight answer. What's the angle to… what happened in there?" 

“Didn’t he tell you? We’re turning people into Freaks like us,” Gentle sneered, stepping closer to Marcus.

"The angle means why, stupid," Marcus scowled, hands alight with red power. 

“Why? Because if we do, there’ll no longer be any consequences for us. Freaks will be able to run around and do whatever they please, as we did before organizations like HECU came around. Brutal calls them ‘partycrashers.’”

“I’ve got a couple things to call him,” Marcus snarled. 

“Too bad you’ll never get the chance,” Gentle glowered. He cocked his revolver and aimed right at Marcus’ head. “Any last words?” 

Marcus opened his mouth to reply, and the red energy suddenly formed a ball around him, Cally, and Ari. “WHAT THE-” 

Cally stared. “WHAT IS THAT?!” 

“DO YOU THINK I KNOW?!” 

The ball suddenly started rolling by itself, and Gentle had to move so he was out of the way. 

“Hey - HEY! GET BACK HERE!” He shouted, sprinting after the ball. 

Marcus, recovering from his shock, started running, piloting the ball through the parking lot with a lot of panicked swearing. 

Cally and Ari ran, too, and together, they managed to get the ball away from the hotel and onto the road. 

Cars swerved and honked, and people started filming as the giant ball barreled down the road on its way out of town. Marcus looked behind him to make sure nobody was there, then panicked. “CRAP! SPEED UP!” 

A rusty truck with a few people Marcus and Cally didn't recognize was behind them, catching up fast. The three ran like they had never run before, out of the city and into a forest. Marcus turned back forward once they got there to see where to turn- and winced. 

"Sh@t." 

In front of the bubble was a very, very long drop. "Wh- do we stop?!" Cally asked. 

"I don't wanna be up here with them!" Ari whined, pointing behind them. 

Marcus clenched his teeth. "Same. Here's hoping there's a soft landing." Closing his eyes, he piloted the ball over the cliff. 

Cally, on the other hand, kept her eyes open. So she saw the long drop, saw the ball hit the ground, and saw the very large rock about to hit her head. 

And then saw nothing.

[morphituu]

Milagro

Chapter 8: “Tikka”

Ch: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 

WARNING: This chapter contains the demise of an animal companion, so if you've recently lost a little love or are sensitive to such content, please read at your own discretion! 😞

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Wind punched down the hall just as swiftly as the front door had swung open, but Callie figured it gave her a few more seconds to scramble to her feet in the dark after the shockwaves from the blast had sent her sideways and she now squatted beside Nick’s bedside table, listening.

What could’ve caused that light and the explosion, she hadn’t the faintest idea, but her questions only grew with every slow, menacing step she could hear crunching through the debris across the carpet in their living room.

A hand was clasped tightly over her mouth, but harsh breaths still flared through her nostrils noisily no matter how she struggled to silence them.

Pucca was no longer barking.

She hoped and prayed with every fiber of her being that she’d run off-

“Tikka?”

She choked down a startled yelp. The vigor shooting to every end of her being still wasn’t enough to risk running, however. Instead she listened intently to the dust settling around them and the front door creaking on its loose hinges. At last the lights flickered back on, but their power wavered, dim in comparison to before.

“Where are you?” the smooth, male voice called sing-song like, more slow footsteps to follow. There was a low warbling sounding, and a glow casting against the hallway walls caught her eye.

Sweat lined her brows, the shadow of a figure deforming the glow.

Slowly, with hands that trembled fiercely, she reached for the drawer to the nightstand, the scraping wood making her cringe once she started to slowly pull it open. There was nothing steady about blindly reaching into the drawer, all the while keeping her wide eyes trained on the entrance to their room.

The glow was gone, and it was silent except for the soft shuffling of the papers that were concealing the gun.

“Hiding amongst humans now?”

The sound of their glass table shattering made her flinch and the gun clattered loudly against the small opening, but it was now clutched in trembling hands against her chest. Slowly- painfully slowly, she ejected the magazine, which was thankfully full. But reloading it would make noise. This gun was suddenly useless if she couldn’t fucking load it.

“Tikka-”

Loud, vicious barks came thundering into the house, and the distinct struggle of whoever Pucca had gotten her jaws around boomed down the hall, bookshelves behind the table cracking loudly under their battle.

Callie sprung to her feet, bolting across the room and forcefully unlocking the sliding glass doors, uncaring of how they bounced back against the rails after she flew from the room.

A sharp cry from Pucca inside made her falter and sob, but she still ran, tears burning her eyes, her heartbeat drumming in her ears as she shoved the heel of her palm against the magazine before pulling the slide back to load it. She whimpered and grunted, struggling to climb up the stone incline of their backyard, expecting her life to go dark at any moment. Something hit the back of her head, but she made it up and fought past the thick bushes lining the fence. With scratches across her arms and face, she pressed tightly against the wooden fence, taking a moment to breathe out loud rapidly, her hand clutching her stomach.

Leo was swirling; she fought back a loud, suffocating sob as her face twisted.

The familiar gliding of their sliding glass door brought her attention back to the yard, and she saw him.

An Orc, a young one at that, stalking to the center of the wide yard, and…

A glowing, creaking wand in his hand, thrumming with energy as he scanned the surroundings, diligently sniffing the air.

“Tikka!” he bellowed, and Callie looked down to the gun, recalling the lessons Nick had given, more importantly how to secure her hold around it. Her forehead dropped to the pistol as shaking cries fought their way out, compromising her aim.

She wanted to scream for Nick- this was happening all over again and she couldn’t call for him.

By the time the tears had been wiped from her eyes enough to see, the Orc was slowly backing away, taking wide sweeps over the dark yard, concealing the glowing wand inside his jacket, and moving back into her house.

Callie fell back against the fence, her palms pressing tightly against her eyes as she wept. It was impossible to calm the hoarse cries and horror shaking her frame, but she still tried. With pressure building around her skull, she let her head drop back, her arms crossed protectively over her stomach, mimicking Nick’s breathing exercises.

But it wasn’t working fast enough, and Leo was spinning beneath her touch.

She wiped her face, then rubbed her stomach, pulling air through her nose and out her mouth.

“It’s okay, baby. We’re okay,” she whispered. “Mama’s got you,”

Her eyes cracked open, staring at the house. From where she was, it was like any other night. The neighborhood was still quiet, completely unaware of what had just happened. Maybe, luckily, someone had heard him shout and called the cops, but without her phone, all she could do was wait. Callie couldn’t muster the courage to venture in and find it, nor did she want to risk it.

So she kept the gun in hand, letting the fearful tremble overtake her; there was no use trying to stop it. She counted Leo’s kicks, calming under her soft words and gentle caresses, and probably in part to her wild heart finally settling down.

Fatigue started to blanket her comfortably. It felt too good to close her eyes; let her shoulders relax. She let her hands fall into her lap, still squeezing the Glock, but when Leo’s small, butterfly like kicks tapped, she half grinned, another tear rolling down her cheek.

“Nothings gonna happen sweet boy. Daddy’ll be here soon.”

The Dodge jumped the curb harshly upon turning into the driveway, and Nick could’ve cared less if he’d crashed into the garage door. All that mattered was shifting it into park and jumping from the truck, flying across the yard to the front door barely hung on its hinges.

“Jakoby!” he heard Tikka call, but he was already inside, his heart falling into his stomach as he took in the destroyed home, the shattered table- the blood across the carpet.

His hands went to his head, his face tightening. It wasn’t Callie’s but the question still stood- where was she?

“Callie?” he called for her, spinning, searching wildly. “Callie!”

“Nick wait-” Tikka shoved into him, her wand in hand as she looked around.

“Callie!” he called helplessly, stumbling towards the hall where more droplets of blood lead to their room.

No no no no-

He was frantic, near hyperventilating, his vision tunneling as he looked around every corner and room, even throwing the shower curtain back.

“Nick please listen-” Tikka tried again, but he yanked his arm from her hold, bumping into a wall. His world was spiraling, everything was crumbling around him. He didn’t want these walls without her presence warming them- he couldn’t keep this roof above his head if she was gone.

He stepped into his room, searching, but there was only a dark room, and a cold breeze slipping in through the open sliding glass door. He tore the closet apart, throwing the chair aside, he even whipped the blankets off the bed, but there was no sign of her anywhere. He could smell her, but she was everywhere- it was useless.

It was happening. The sorrow was leaping into his bones, aching his muscles, stinging his eyes. How could he find her?

“Calista!” he hollered, and the vest started to feel constricting around his chest.

What was that?

Her crusty eyes cracked open, and immediately her back protested. Ugh, leaning against an old, splintering fence was miserable-

“Callie!”

Her head snapped up, struggling to look through the darkness at the house with moving figures inside.

She grunted, struggling to sit forward.

“Calista!”

“Nick?” she called, pushing through the bushes.

Nick spun, moving to the sliding doors and looking out into the dark yard.

“Baby?” he called, his cheeks stained with tears.

“Nick!” came out of the bushes at the top of the stone incline, then Callie herself, sliding sideways down it.

A strangled cry was punched from him, and he bolted across the patio and yard, reaching her just as she’d stepped off the raised stones and fallen into his arms.

She sobbed against him, clung with arms and legs around him, his embrace just as mighty. The dread draining from them was exhausting, and relieving, but still powerful as she held his face, kissing him sloppily, roughly, her cheeks misty as sobs continued to bubble from her.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Nick rambled, inhaling her deeply, knowing she was in one piece and untouched by any other. The tortuous thought had gut punched him while he ran blindly through his home.

“I’m okay, we’re okay,” she assured shakily, and he could feel the gun against the back of his head where she held. Though she insisted she was fine, he still held her, even after he set her on her feet to pat her down.

Never had he felt everything so suddenly come close to ending like it did just those seconds ago, and now he didn’t want to let his everything go.

“The baby?” he asked, parting enough to hold her stomach.

“He’s okay, he’s still moving,” she sniffled, holding her hands over his.

He wiped his face, pausing.

He.

He?

“He?” Nick cracked, meeting her big, glossy eyes. Her hands tightened over his.

“Leo,” she nodded, and his expression softened, his jaw shaking in words he wanted to form, but couldn’t.

His fingers dug gently into the sides of her stomach, his thumbs swiping up and down, and he looked to her again to utter in a cracked voice, “It’s a boy?”

“Nick?”

He turned, finding Tikka at the center of the yard, her hands held before her nervously. Callie looked around him.

“Who’s that?” she asked loudly as she approached, giving Callie the chance to take in her platinum locks and shocking eyes, or the- “Is that a fucking elf?”

“This is Tikka. Tikka, this is Callie,” Nick’s tone was clipped, brought down from cloud nine and plummeting back into weakly bridled ire.

“Tikka?” Callie repeated, meticulously overlooking the elf taller than her who now stood close to Nick.

“I can explain-”

“I will explain, all of it,” Tikka interrupted, timidly stepping under Callie’s hardened glare. “You were attacked, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, by an Orc with a wand,” Callie recalled, looking up at Nick’s widened eyes.

“An Orc?”

“His name…” Tikka raised her hand, wavering. “His name is Makhel, and he was looking for me,”

Nick’s brows wrinkled in confusion. “He followed you here?”

She swallowed. “I’d been here earlier looking for you,” she confessed, and displeasure upon hearing about her quest for Nick had Callie’s jaw clenching and shoulders rolling back. She couldn’t gauge exactly how they knew one another, and the sickening dread that they had possibly been... romantically involved made her stomach roil. To think they maybe had been sexually involved? A few precautionary swallows did some to keep Callie from vomiting.

“Why did you need me?” Nick snapped.

“I was looking for Ward-”

“That’s why you broke into my truck?”

Callie’s head snapped in his direction. “She’s the one that did that?” Her shoulders moved from under his hold, and upon looking at the disbelief on her face, he realized the grave mistake he’d made in not telling her weeks ago. “How long has this been going on for?”

Fuck. “It’s a long story-” he tried, but Callie shook her head, and it was the first time the fury like protection in her eyes he’d seen in his own mother’s came through, but it didn’t surprise him. He knew this would happen if she found out, but still, he exhaled, his eyes pleading.

“It wasn’t his fault-”

“Shut up,” Callie turned on Tikka vehemently. “If you’re looking for Ward why did you go through Nick?”

“I couldn’t find him, and I thought if I could talk to him he’d know where he was,” Tikka was rubbing her tired eyes, swaying a little bit.

The irritation left Callie rigid, resisting the urge to stomp off instead of ask anything rationally, and rubbing her forehead revealed that she was hot to the touch and sweating from her boiling anger alone.

“I’m- I’m sorry, but we shouldn’t stay here,” Tikka touched Nick’s arm, and Callie cocked a brow.

“Where else are we supposed to go?” Nick asked hotly, stepping back into Callie’s space, but she remained pulled into herself, glancing at their home. Then it hit her.

“Pucca!” Callie shouted, darting off towards the house.

“Callie!”

“Pucca? Baby girl?” Callie called softly, fighting for a breath when she laid eyes on the blood splashed across the carpet. Dismay gathered in her gut, but she forced it silent, pushing open the spare room and stumbling into the bathroom before she came to the living room where there was more blood, some peppering the walls. Tears blurred her vision before a whimper bubbled up.

“Pucca? Nick call her!” Callie cried, leaning over the edge of the couch where she sometimes liked to curl up.

“Pucca? C’mon girl,” Nick snapped his fingers, walking low towards the kitchen as Tikka watched from the hall, mindfully stepping around the stained carpet.

A soft whine stopped them all, and they looked at one another.

“Pucca?”

Another, and Callie spun, stumbling towards the shattered table, it’s base flipped over and the bookshelf behind it broken and scattered.

“Pucca-” Callie called again, but then she saw her tail, thumping weakly against the ground.

She yanked the table out of the way, finding her beneath the rubble of the bookshelf and the numerous books piled on top of her.

“Callie wait-” Nick tried to stop her, moving her aside to do more of the heavy lifting.

“Oh sweet girl, hold on,” Callie struggled, throwing the numerous books off of her. But when she lifted a particularly heavy one off her side, the pitbull cried loudly, head curling back to snap before struggling away once the bloody book peeled off her singed, open skin, revealing a jagged, gaping hole blown into her body.

Callie’s hands retracted and the dismay flooded her again.

Pucca kept crying, dragging her body towards Nick who tried sweeping away some of the glass across the carpet, but she moved over it, uncaring of the small pieces digging into her fur and paws. Nick looked to Callie desperately as he pulled their pittie into his arms, wincing when she whined loudly, nervously licking his chin once she fell against his chest.

Callie was already crying, moving closer to run her hands down Pucca’s cheek, trying to wipe away the blood pelted across her face.

“She came back. When he was in the house she came back and protected us,” Callie barely got out, containing wet hiccups.

The sting of hot tears pricked Nick’s eyes as he looked down, Pucca’s breaths shallow and rough. He could feel the warm blood pooling on his thighs from where he assumed the other side of the wound was opened, pulsing in time with her slow, heavy heartbeats growing fainter under his hand.

“I’m so sorry,” Callie sobbed, holding her head when their companion wiggled weakly to lick Callie’s hands. “I’m so so sorry,”

Nick’s thumb stroked her muzzle when she fell back into the crook of his arm, her tail no longer wagging. He could see it happening before his eyes; the pink of her molted nose paling, her eyes glazing over. He held his breath until he was sure he could let it go without coughing, but he still shook, petting her face softly.

“You’re a good girl. You did good protecting mama. You’re my best girl, Pucca,” he spoke softly, and a feeble whimper made it from him when her tail wagged again. But with a small, breathless whine, her tail stilled, the labored rise and fall of her chest stopping as Nick kissed her head repeatedly, pinching his eyes shut when Callie leaned over her to sob loudly.

He let her pull the slain pitbull from his arms, cradling her tightly against her chest. It was hard to comprehend- she was still warm, yet already so lifeless in her hold, more so than any deep sleep they’d jostled her from. She held her like she was a puppy, kissing her cheek and whispering comforting words as she passed on, thanking her endlessly for guarding her and Leo’s life with her own.

Nick wiped his face crudely, moving to hold the back of Callie’s neck as she leaned against him, continuing to sob into the bloody fur of Pucca’s neck.

Until then, neither realized how woven into their life Pucca was in every aspect. On days when anxiety was taller than Callie and Nick wasn’t around, she’d lay on the floor with her pitbull, curling an arm around her as Pucca licked her tears away, absolutely content with staying by her owners side for hours until the world stopped spinning and she could breathe again. When he’d return home in the AM hours and Callie was already sleeping, Nick would stay up eating with her curled against his side, a warm comfort after shitty days when he’d eventually start mumbling and leading to full-on therapy sessions. He’d sit her on the other side of the couch with a bone, pouring out all the pent up rage of a bad day until he was drained… and then he’d pat her head in thanks and go to bed.

Immense guilt swept across him.

Pucca wasn’t just their dog. She was family. They’d made one with her long before Callie had fallen pregnant, and neither had realized it until then.

He wiped away a stray tear that flew down his cheek, then looked up.

Tikka was waiting, occasionally glancing at them while she nervously cracked her fingers at her sides.

He chuffed loudly, standing. “You need to leave,”

“I can’t leave you two here,” Tikka replied firmly.

“You have to. Leave LA and take this shit with you-”

“I can’t,” she boomed as Callie was setting Pucca down, gently stroking her head a few more times. “I need Ward,”

“Why?” Callie croaked, reaching for Nick’s hand to hoist herself up.

Tikka’s eyes shot to Nick’s. “You know why,”

He exhaled, shaking his head. “He won’t do it,”

“He has to,”

“He won’t,” Nick maintained.

“Do what?” Callie interrupted.

Nick ran a hand down his face, holding it over his mouth as he stared at Tikka. She was just as resolute as he, but Nick feared all those weeks listening to Kandomere tell them she might be affiliated with Inferni again was true. He knew she had a wand tucked into her coat, an arms length away from his pregnant lover.

She could turn, and they’d be defenseless, even with his gun at his side or the one just on the floor beside them where Callie had dropped it.

Again, his hands were tied.

“Fine. But what he decides I have no part of,” Nick exhaled, and Tikka’s shoulders visibly released their tension.

“Thank you-” she had just started to open her arms for a hug when Nick held up his hand, halting her into confusion.

“If he says no, you have to leave-”

Loud, wailing sirens drew all their attention, and the lights were coloring the houses outside in flashes of red and blue as they grew closer.

“Did the alarm go off when he broke in?” Nick turned to Callie, but she shook her head.

“It hasn’t made any noise,”

He turned back to the entrance. “It’s MTF,”

“M… Magic Task Force?” Callie asked in disbelief, having only heard rumors of the shady branch.

“Do you know where he lives?” Tikka asked, pulling the wand from her inner coat. Immediately it started to glow gently, a soft hum emitting from it.

“Hooo my god,” Callie stared in wonder, nearly tripping over her own feet when Nick moved her behind his arm.

“Y-yeah, we have to figure out how to get out of here though so they don’t see us,” Nick looked towards the back doors, but moved into Tikka’s palm just as he’d grabbed Callie’s hand to move away.

“Picture it in your head,” she instructed, keeping her hand against his chest as she raised the wand above him.

“Tikka-” Nick said worriedly, shielding Callie completely.

“Hang onto her!” she yelled above the sudden whirring of the wand, the sirens blaring before his house.

“Tikka!” Nick hollered, his arm throwing around Callie as she pressed tight into his side, flinching when the wand was thrust between them. It stopped stiffly as if it’d hit a barrier, but then the air around them cracked like thunder, the lights flickering madly.

With her eyes pinched closed and hanging onto Nick with all her strength, it felt like the ground was pulled from beneath them, but just as quickly, they landed right back on their feet with another thunderclap moving around them.

Her eyes opened, but the first thing she noticed was the contrasting silence of the quiet neighborhood they were in without the sirens encroaching on them anymore. She had no idea where they were, or how they’d gotten there in 2 seconds, but there was something more pressing working it’s way up her throat.

Both of their throats, actually.

Nick veered away just as she’d stumbled over to a road drain they were beside, vomiting her stomach contents into a storm drain. She could hear Nick doing the same over someone's lawn, looking at her just as she looked over at him, bother their eyes watery.

“What happened?” she forced out, spitting the remains from her mouth.

“We Carried,” Tikka answered, seemingly unaffected by the transfer as she tucked her wand away.

“Carried?” Nick croaked, blowing his nose forcefully.

“From your home to… here? Is this where Ward lives?” Tikka looked around, walking by Callie who still leaned on her knees and glared hatefully as she moved by. She spit again, almost clipping Tikka’s heel.

“You okay?” Nick asked, rubbing Callie’s back.

Weakly she nodded. “I’m okay,” she stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand to just wipe on her tights.

“The bab-” he cleared his throat, composing himself. “Leo? Is Leo okay?” he asked, grimacing when his voice broke.

She wanted to stay furious. She wanted to stomp away and give him nothing like he’d done so again when he decided to keep this fucking mess from her… but she couldn’t bring herself to that level. Not when he was so clearly terrified for both of their well-being, and how his hand reached to touch her stomach fleetingly, withdrawing awkwardly back to hang off his utility belt.

“He’s angry he hasn’t gotten his second dinner yet,” she grumbled, and Nick scoffed softly, holding her cheek as he leaned over to leave a lingering kiss on her forehead.

“Which one is his?” Tikka called back at them, and Callie made a noise close to one of Nick’s chuffs.

“I don’t like her,” she stated loudly, turning to look at the platinum blonde elf looking here and there, her hands raised in question at Nick.

“This will be over soon,” he stated confidently, but Callie scoffed.

“You’re not gonna be off the hook that easily,”

Their eyes met, leaving Nick wanting to hide from her killer gaze. He still nodded sheepishly, inwardly relieved she didn’t pull away when he laced his fingers with hers to lead the way. They caught up to Tikka, veering away from walking down the middle of the quiet street, still glancing over their shoulders nervously every 5 steps.

“Stay here,” Nick pushed back on Tikka’s shoulder when she tried following him up the walkway to Daryl’s home, unsure if leaving Callie there also was best, but he didn’t know if bringing her to a confrontation was a good idea, either.

The women stood awkwardly, Callie swaying when Leo poked fervently and Tikka staring intensely at Nick.

Nick withheld a loud groan; the quiet of the neighborhood only made his home seem the more peaceful, and here he was to ruin it. He kept his footfalls quiet moving up the steps, and his fist hesitated before knocking. He wished more than anything Ward would’ve been out that night doing anything, but he answered his door rather quickly, clad in a white undershirt and sweats, glaring at Nick in full uniform.

“What-”

Nick’s hand raised. “Are Sherri and Sophia here?”

Daryl’s expression washed over. “What?”

“Are they?”

“No, they’re out, now what the fuck are you doing here?” Ward demanded, and Nick noticed the beer in hand.

“Before I tell you anything, you have to swear you’re not going to flip out,” Nick urged.

“You can’t say that and expect me not to,”

“Swear,”

“Jakoby-”

“Swear!”

“Fuck, fine- I swear!” Daryl crossed his arms angrily, brows perking up in impatience when Nick wavered.

With a long sigh, the Orc stepped aside, revealing Tikka stood beside Callie on the sidewalk.

Ward nodded, looking between Nick and Tikka calmly. “Fuck that,” he muttered, turning on his heel.

“Ward-”

“Fuck that,” he called back.

“Ward!”

“No!” He spun, vein bulging across his forehead and cellphone in hand. “You said yourself-”

“I know-”

“You get her the fuck away from my house and get her the fuck out of here!” Ward bellowed, spitting mad.

“Shut up and listen!” Nick roared, silencing his partner, but not the heated, heaving breaths he took. “You know I wouldn’t just drive her across town and bring her here- you fucking know that. But she has a wand and is out there with Callie and I need you to help me,” Nick said through gritted teeth.

Ward shook his head, turning away to idle some. “I don’t need this, man. We can just call Kandomere!”

“She’ll know as soon as we get on the phone,”

“Not if we keep her out there-”

“I can’t keep her out there with Callie!” Nick rasped hotly, eyes wide in frustration as he followed Ward farther into his house.

“We outran Leila and those two other elves we can outrun her-”

“WARD. SHE’S NOT THE ONLY ONE WE HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT SO SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!” Nick’s voice was as restricted as possible, but the ferocity of it still carried through the house and outside where the girls caught the end of it.

Callie shook her head, resting her forehead in her palm as she swayed from side to side.

Her back was aching.

The cold cement was soaking through her socks.

And she couldn’t stop thinking about Pucca. Everytime she caught sight of the blood smeared across her hands, it hit her. Callie fought the tremble of her lips, but all she wanted was to be home and taking care of what was left of her dog.

Tikka glanced over, her sight continually falling to Callie’s stomach as she rocked from side to side, mumbling under her breath to who she guessed was the baby. Being this close, it gave Tikka time to finally observe the woman she’d only had fleeting glimpses of before. The one who Nick so clearly would throw his life before.

He’d bared witness himself to the power of a wand- the damage it could inflict, the torture- but he still so easily stepped before hers, ready to defend this Callie person who in her opinion, wasn't very kind.

Tikka checked herself.

It wasn’t just her he was protecting, though.

Callie turned back when the men’s voice escalated, and they could see Nick and Daryl moving back and forth inside, but nothing urged either of them to go running up the steps to step in between that fight. Tikka needed Daryl calm and level headed before she spilled her guts.

They glanced at each other, but Callie looked away first. She couldn’t stare too long without bitter images filling her head.

“I never expected Nick to settle down,” Tikka said suddenly, and carried an innocent grin when Callie looked back.

When she turned to face her fully, Tikka’s smile melted away.

“Do you and Nick have history?” It came out bluntly, but her unsteady voice revealed her false confidence.

The elf blinked a few times, face scrunched in thought until she said, “I don’t know if one night counts as history,”

Reminding herself that any ‘history’ between them had been years ago flew to the forefront of her mind just as quickly as her heart had sank, but her own reassurances couldn’t keep up with that sickly plunge of emotions heavying her body.

‘History’ could mean anything. She looked back to Nick, and the tremble in her heart was moving across her body. ‘History’ is still something, though.

“Well that’s just great,” she said below her breath, pushing her fingers back through her hair as she turned away.

Tikka at first watched Callie move in discomfort, and could’ve sworn she heard the telltale wavering breath of a small cry withheld, but the dome shape of glowing light from miles away peaking over houses like a sunrise caught her eye. It grew in intensity, and it didn’t surprise her when the wand tucked securely against her side started to tremble.

Tikka held her side, the alarm raising goosebumps on the back of her neck.

“We have to go,” she rasped, and Callie turned to look at her, but followed her line of sight to the glowing dome.

“The fuck?” Callie muttered, head cocking.

“We have to go,” Tikka had grabbed her hand, but Callie jerked it away.

“Not without Nick,”

“I need Ward!” Tikka stressed, looking back to the men. It appeared Nick still wasn’t any closer to getting him out than he was minutes ago as Daryl circled his home, waving his hands and shaking his head. The words passed between them were unintelligible and irate, and Nick was becoming just as booming as Ward as it continued.

“What is that?” Callie asked, looking back at the dome of light that was drawing sirens in from all across the city, and she suspected soon that helicopters would start circling it.

Tikka looked between it and the men, and made the split second decision as she withdrew the wand creaking inside her jacket.

“Do we look convincing?” Nick muttered, stood with his fists against his hips and glaring falsely at Ward who in turn was glaring just as heatedly at him.

“I think so. I don’t know if she’d do anything if we didn’t,” Daryl replied, scrolling through his call log on his phone with strained eyes cast downwards while keeping his chin up, trying to maintain a forward looking appearance.

“Make the call then we stall as long as possible,” Nick restated, trying to mask his nervous side stepping, but leaving Callie out there as long as he had left him on edge. “Weren’t we supposed to have surveillance outside our houses by now?”

Ward shrugged, that same question popping up in his mind a few times earlier. They waited, the low ringing from the phone dragging on and on.

Both of them tensed when it abruptly halted.

“Hello?” Kandomere’s voice came through.

“Can you hear us?” Daryl asked at normal level.

“I can,”

Daryl looked at Nick, swallowing. “She’s here,”

There was a pause from the phone held near his hip. “Are you sure?”

“She’s outside,” Nick replied, crossing his arms as he shifted back and forth uneasily.

There was another pause, and Ward was sure he could hear the faint screech of tires peeling against the road and disconnected shouts from Kandomere. “We can be there in 3 minutes,”

They both made noises in distaste. “I thought we were supposed to have MTF at our houses keeping an eye out,” Daryl snapped.

“We thought she was at a different site,”

“What site?” Nick asked.

“Nick!”

Callie’s panicked cry urged Nick to go running even before he fully processed what he was seeing as he raced back outside, but he stopped abruptly a few feet before the girls, his palms turned up in compliance as he approached Tikka holding Callie around the shoulders, the humming wand pointed at her stomach.

He was angrier than he was terrified, trying to repress loud snarls and growls as he watched his pregnant lover struggle against Tikka’s hold, her eyes kept on his fearfully.

“Tikka,” Nick started lowly, Ward joining him quickly and cursing lowly. “Let her go,”

“We need to leave,” Tikka only fired out, tightening her grip around Callie who was bending away from the wand pointed terribly close to her stomach. “We all need to go,”

Kandomere had said 3 minutes, but Nick didn’t know if he could keep her placid for that excruciatingly long amount of time. He saw the glowing dome of light drawing sirens and attention from every corner of the city, but he could care less. The world could be crumbling beneath their feet and he wouldn’t care.

“Let her go and we can talk,” Nick took a small step, but Tikka thrusting the wand closer made Callie yelp, her eyes pinching shut as she flinched.

Nick let out a noise close to a thundering, brief roar, but it drew out into a growl, his lips pulled back over his sharp teeth. If she weren’t pregnant, tackling them both could’ve been an option- anything to get her away from Tikka.

“Tikka,” Ward stepped in, holding Nick’s shoulder. He could see the Orc inching towards them, but couldn’t trust he was in a calm enough frame of mind to deescalate the standoff. “Talk to me,”

Tikka took a breath. “We need, to leave, all of us,” she said slower. “He’ll be here soon,”

“Who? Who will?” Daryl asked, getting closer than Nick had gotten, his arms extended just far enough that he was able to touch Callie’s arm.

“There’s not enough time, we need to go,” Tikka took a step back, and Callie was borderline crying, staring at Nick. He was desperate, terrified, taking another step forward and trying to resist the furious rage that shook his body.

A loud crack of thunder rang through the air around them, and they all looked down the road, but couldn’t see what had appeared around the bend of the street.

Ward’s eyes flashed to the wand with Tikka distracted, and he acted.

He grabbed it, the sharp ringing immediately growing as did the brightness, singeing his hand as he fought to yank it from her grasp.

She screamed for him to stop as she held onto Callie, but Nick had lurched forward to grab the arm around her, all of them screaming in a twisted circling of tugging and shouting, all trying to avoid a blast from the wand. As much as she tried to move towards Nick, it only drew her closer to the screaming wand that Ward and Tikka battled for, both of them pulling forth an immense amount of power that was starting to make the air around them shake.

It only took another fleeting glance to catch sight of the Carried figure bolting towards them down the road, but she didn’t wait for him to draw his wand, and there was no time to make sure everyone had ahold of each other.

With every fiber of strength she had, she tore the wand from Daryl’s hold to bring it all between them, and luckily Ward had grabbed hold of her wrist again with both hands. Callie yelled for Nick, clung to him forcefully as he’d just gotten Tikka’s arm to loosen, but then another deafening crack rang in the air above them.

This time, they all landed much less gracefully, as if they’d been pushed off a ledge, scattered and sore, their eyes adjusting to the darkness around them.

The nausea wasn’t as strong this time around, at least to Callie who was struggling to sit up, but could hear Daryl emptying his guts somewhere closeby.

She grunted, her body protesting as she tried to sit up, but it felt like her form had been curled backwards and spun around a pole. The pounding in her head was severe, and upon feeling something warm leak down her cheek, she followed it to her ears where blood was trickling out. She whimpered, managing to get up on her knees and look around at the dark room with a bed against one wall, some sparse furniture here and there. It was wide, and open with a few doors to god knows where closed all around them.

A hotel?

“Nick?” she called, looking around.

“Cal?”

She turned too fast, her head throbbing. “Nick?”

One of the doors threw open, and Nick came wobbling out, finding her quickly.

There were no words as he knelt beside her, pulling her in for a bone crushing hug. Callie whimpered, burying her face against his chest as he bore all of her weight, both of them melting into the embrace. She moved her arm from between them to wrap around his shoulders, stroking the back of his head as he parted enough to hold her stomach, exhaling when the comforting kicks beneath his touch settled the last of his most prominent fears.

His forehead rested against hers, the two breathing together as they felt Leo kick and swirl, her hand coming to rest over his.

“What happened?” they heard Ward croak, crawling from the bathroom and looking around the dark room.

“You Carried,”

All of them flinched from the voice behind them, the form of a man standing against another door frame appearing.

“Calm down, I won’t do anything,” Fero waved his hand nonchalantly, his platinum curls giving his identity away before he reached to flip on the lights. Before them, a lean elf dressed in all black and seemingly casually, looking over the three that were shaken and injured from the messy jump.

“Who the fuck are you?” Daryl rasped, sat back against the door to the bathroom.

“Fero,” he answered, still at ease.

“Where’s Tikka?” Nick asked, leaned over Callie’s lap protectively.

“Passed out. She got the worst of it,” he answered, his grisly tone terribly off putting to the trio.

“I’m fine,” came Tikka’s voice, then her wobbling form bumping into Fero as she ambled from the room he stood before. Her eyes were bloodshot, blood staining her lips and chin that had spilled from her nose and her color ashen and sweaty.

“What did you do to us?” Ward coughed.

“We Carried but it was a bad transfer. You were all moving too much,” she said harshly.

“You had the fucking wand against Callie!” Nick hollered.

“We had to go-”

“You keep saying that but you’re not telling us anything!”

“Enough!” Fero shouted, silencing them all.

Nick wasn’t shy about showing his displeasure, whether it be in low growls or harsh glares, flashing between Tikka who looked on meekly and Fero who seemed entirely unphased by it all. Heat was gathering under his skin, but sweating wouldn’t stop this. Being in heat never proved to be so dangerous. He knew if he was provoked just enough, he’d react out of character. Hurting someone in this condition wasn’t so far fetched with all of this stimulus, but bridling the rage once it started would be near impossible.

“You go sit down,” Fero ordered Tikka gently, pointing to a spot on the bed beside Nick, who in turn rose quickly to pull Callie up and away. “She can’t do anything,” Fero added, rolling his eyes.

“Firstly,” Fero reached in his pocket, pulling out two phones. “Kandomere? Really? You called the Elf Killer?”

Ward and Nick were both patting their bodies, utterly confused as to how he’d snatched them so quickly.

“Who?” Callie asked around Nick’s shoulder before lowering into a chair behind him.

“You realise he would’ve shot her if he’d made it there, right?” Fero asked, tossing the phones aside. From afar, it was clear he’d done something to them if he so uncaringly left them out in the open. Useless now.

“That’s not our problem,” Ward snapped.

“Oh ho ho but I would’ve been your> problem if it had happened,” Fero smirked.

“Fero get on with it,” Tikka grumbled, using a stray shirt to wipe the drying blood from her face.

The lean elf switched shoulders to lean on, crossing his arms. “What do you wanna know first?”

“Who’s following you,” Nick barked, startling Tikka who looked at him with hooded eyes.

“His name is Makhel, and he’s a Bright hunting down other Bright’s, including us,”

“And he’s an Orc,” Tikka added.

“Which explains why he’s acting like a wild animal,” Fero said lowly.

Nick stepped forward with a loud growl, but Callie grabbed his hand, pulling him back.

“Cut the shit talking and get on with it,” Ward exhaled, holding his throbbing head.

“He’s the first Orc Bright we had at our base but because of some… events, he turned and has been picking us off one by one,” Fero explained.

“Events?” Callie asked.

“He was constantly harassed by the other Brights for being Orc. Both him and Rania,”

“Let me guess, the others are all Elves?” Nick asked snootily, glaring intensely at Fero when he turned his metallic eyes on him.

“It’s not often you see a pig with a wand,” Fero snapped back.

“Talk a lot of shit for someone who’s running from a pig with a wand,” Nick fired back.

“Both of you!” Ward interjected, silencing the irate men. “Just fucking get it over with!”

Fero let his eyes linger on Nick’s before adjusting his shoulders again, saying, “He lived at our base for about a year before the halfling was attacked-”

“Fero! Enough!” Tikka yelled, sitting upright, and now he turned away in shame, his eyes flickering back to hers nervously. “Her name is Rania, and yes, she is a halfling,”

That sparked both Nick and Callie’s attention, her expression softening. “What happened?”

“She was cornered by three of our students,” was all Tikka detailed, her face dropped. “Makhel lost his senses after it and stole one of our wands. He’s been killing us off one by one, but what makes him dangerous is how gifted he is. I’ve never seen so much power and talent in one individual. He’s learned Castoff spells and Rebounds faster than we could teach, and with Rania by his side, they’re quite the team,”

“She’s a Bright too?” Nick asked.

“She is, but she’s a very gentle girl despite her hand to hand combat skills. I don’t think she went with him willingly, but more out of desperation,” Tikka elaborated.

“So he needs to be stopped,” Ward stated, Fero and Tikka both nodding.

“Which is why we needed you,” Tikka turned to face him. “He’s killed countless and anyone who’s left has gone into hiding, including Shield of Light,”

“Why do you need me if you have him?” Daryl gestured to Fero, who’s eyes cut away.

Tikka sighed. “He’s been Dismantled,”

“What?”

Tikka stood, shakily walking over to her lover who looked down at his feet instead of the eyes around him, still refusing to look when she held his hand. “Makhel stripped him of his powers. He can hold a wand,” she started, passing off hers, but as soon as he turned the wand in his palm, it darkened, and silenced. “But nothing more,”

The others watched him pass it back, glancing at Tikka with shame in his eyes, but all she had was undying love in hers as she gazed at him.

“So you and this Orc have been jumping all over LA reaping havoc?” Ward asked. “How long has he been chasing y’all?”

“Almost 3 months,”

“Why’s he stayed on your tail for so long instead of looking for anyone else?” Nick asked.

“It’s my fault what happened to Rania,” she said bluntly, shaking her head when Fero argued otherwise. “Keeping peace amongst Bright’s is tricky. A normal dispute can turn into a catastrophe, but that doesn’t excuse what I let slip under the radar. He has every right to feel the way he does, but he’s taking it out on the wrong people and I don’t think he has sound reason or rationality left in him,”

Callie looked up from her stomach. “Rania is an Orc-human halfling?”

“No, she's Orc-Elf,” Fero answered, calmly.

Callie looked up at Nick, unknowing of why that unsettled her, and his soft touch running down the back of her head did little to calm the unrest, but she still leaned into his side.

“So you got a psycho and his girl chasing you through LA, and you need me why?” Daryl asked, moving onto his feet.

“We need another Bright to help take him down,” Tikka said, turning.

Callie’s eyes widened. “You’re a Bright!?”

Tikka flicked the wand to him, and although it rang as if irritated and glowed inharmoniously, he could still hold it easier every time he came into contact with it. He looked down at it vexingly, shaking it to try and rid it of it’s annoying humming.

“He is, which means you’re part of an endangered race now,” Fero nodded, his mouth in a straight line.

“All this time we knew a Bright and didn’t know,” Callie hit Nick side with the back of her hand, grinning up at him, but that smile faded when he only shrugged. Her eyes narrowed. “Did you know?”

“He was there when I found out,” Daryl stated, tossing the wand back to Tikka. “Same night we met her,”

“The history,” Callie mumbled.

“The what?” Nick asked, leaning down. She waved her hand.

“Would y’all even let me refuse if I wanted?” Ward asked.

“That’s out of our hands, actually. Kandomere has MTF out looking for you two, maybe three,” Fero pointed at Callie, “And Makhel saw you all before you Carried,”

“What-”

“He was coming at us, that’s why I wanted to leave,” Tikka revealed.

“You had the wand pointed at her,” Nick inclined, snapping.

“You spazzed out beforehand- at that weird glowing light,” Callie stepped in.

“That was a diversion. That’s a timed spell to keep people distracted. He was luring in MTF and then you called Kandomere, giving us up,” Tikka pointed at Ward.

“You gonna tell me he knows how to hack into cell towers now?”

When neither of the elves answered, Nick and Daryl both looked at them in disbelief, their arms falling to their sides.

“We teach them how to keep all their tracks covered. That means knowing how to keep track of others,” Tikka mumbled, blinking away the last of her double vision.

Nick sat on the window sill, exhaling. “We can’t stay in LA, can we?”

“It could prove troublesome with MTF probably combing the streets for all of us,” Fero figured. “Getting out won’t be an issue. It’s deciding where,”

Silence drifted between them all, pondering inwardly.

“Mexico,”

They all looked to Callie.

“Is it true MTF doesn’t operate there?” she asked, and Tikka nodded.

“They don’t specialize in that kind of magic,” she confirmed.

“Why?” Nick asked.

“Witchcraft is different from magic,” Fero said.

“Brujeria,” Callie murmured.

“Doesn’t that mean we’d have to worry about them interfering?” Daryl asked.

“No. They cast magic through herbs and incantations so they move slower,” Tikka explained, portraying a stirring motion with her hands.

“My mom always used to say my grandma used brujeria to watch over us,” Callie said below her breath.

“Are we really considering Mexico?” Nick butted in.

“It makes sense. Once we’re over the border they won’t know we’re wanted,” Tikka nodded, all of them starting to reason with the suggestion.

“My family has that house in Herradura, we can stay there,” Callie looked up at Nick who almost couldn’t believe she was contributing to this. “We can’t just go there and hang out on the streets,”

Tikka stepping over to stand before Daryl drew all their attention, and with discomfort, he stared down at the bright eyed elf who wouldn’t let his gaze wander.

“It’s more than a lot to ask this of you, but I don’t think you have a choice any longer. Makhel saw all of us. He knows your faces now,” she took another half step towards his solid form. “Please. Please help us,”

Ward’s head shook slowly, gnawing his inner cheek. “I don’t know shit about spells,”

“We can teach you,” Fero nodded, his cocky tone having come down to a bearable manner.

Ward crossed his arms, stiffly swaying side to side. “Why? Of all the places you could’ve gone and people you could’a asked-”

“Because everyone is gone,” she cracked, her frown tightening. “I wouldn’t have come here if I had any other option,”

“But do you see what you’ve done? It’s not just me- it’s them too!” he pointed angrily at Nick and Callie. “It’s their baby you’ve involved in this shit! What if I never get to see my daughter again? What if we all lose?” he demanded, and although she flinched under his booming words, she stood strong, looking up at him with misty eyes. “But I guess we don’t have much of a choice at this point, do we?”

There were no words of comfort to offer. No brilliant speech how they’d come out of this victorious simply because they were all united. There was no guarantee any of them would come out unscathed, or even alive, because it was true. They were all tied into this now whether they liked it or not.

“I’m sorry,” she ground out, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Ward moved away, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head hung in his hands.

Fero pushed off the doorframe to join Tikka, speaking to her lowly and wiping the stray tears trailing from her cheek before turning to the rest.

“Before we leave, you all have to change, especially you,” he pointed at Nick clad in full LAPD uniform. “And you need shoes,” he then pointed to Callie. Tikka handed him the small wad of cash and stolen cards she had in her old and tattered messenger bag before she stepped into the bathroom quietly.

“I can’t just wear anything,” Callie pointed out.

“I can see that. Small and round shouldn’t be hard to find,” he nodded, and she glared at him before Nick chuffed loudly. “Oh shut up. What’re you, about a large?” Fero leaned back to look at Ward, only receiving a quiet nod. “You’re size huge,” he cracked at Nick.

This time Fero growled back when Nick lashed one out, but the elf smirked as he slipped out, pulling the hood of his jacket over his head.

“What a dick,” Callie noted, but when Nick looked down to grin, she was curling an arm over her stomach while the index and thumb of her other hand rubbed her tired eyes. Clearly that was all annoyance, and not an attempt to lighten the mood. He wanted to scoop her up and hold her, but the way she’d leaned away from him after releasing his hand made him feel… removed.

“You’re not gonna be off the hook that easily.”

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This particular pair of uniform pants now belonged in the trash. Blood rarely came out of clothes, but the scent of Pucca's blood would never lift from the fibers. He tossed them aside uncaringly after changing, thankful Fero had included new jeans in the clothes he'd brought for everyone.

He had stopped retying his boots to initially glance at her, but stopped once his eyes fell on her stomach, and more notably the way her brows knit together in discomfort. He sat straight, watching carefully. They’d started a few days ago, and by the looks of it, they weren’t going to stop anytime soon. She’d sat and explained the ‘test runs’ her body was doing the first time he almost rushed her to the hospital, but it didn’t lessen his constant worry. How would they know the Braxton Hicks weren’t actually early contractions? Especially now with all these added stressors?

“Hurt?” he asked, and she shook her head.

“Uncomfortable,” she replied tersely, tapping her foot impatiently.

Nick finished tying his boot and stood to walk over just as she’d slipped on the new shirt that thankfully was stretchy enough to cover her bulging stomach, and stopped before her. She was pulling on jeans angrily and then a sweater, all the while avoiding his gaze, even when she tied her long hair into a ponytail.

His fists clenched nervously at his sides. “I’m sorry-”

“Shut up,” she bit back, finally looking at him with glossy eyes. “Shut up. It doesn’t fix any of this,”

“I thought-”

“That I wouldn’t find out? That it would all go away, what?” she demanded, but he just looked at her forlornly. “What?” she cried, hitting his chest.

“I didn’t think this could happen,” he argued, his voice betraying him.

“Why couldn’t you just tell me? Why?” she was tearing up now, her small fists coming against his chest angrily, continuing to fight past his hands holding her arms. “What do we do now?”

Her hits were becoming weaker, her body trembling with withheld sobs. “How- how do we keep Leo safe?” she hiccuped, her body falling into his when she finally gave up, and let him hold her crying frame.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he rambled sadly, bearing her weight.

Nick looped his arms under hers, embracing with as much force he could safely surround her with, his face buried against her neck as she sobbed. Her arms at last looped weakly around his broad shoulders and she was boneless as much as she was hopeless, weeping muddled words as he tried to vanquish the fear from her, but his own words were useless.

He was just as terrified, his body just as unsteady, but now was not the time to allow himself to fall apart.

With every last shred of fight in his body he’d protect them. If his words did nothing to reassure her, he’d show it. He’d let nothing befall Callie or Leo if it meant giving his own life, but the possibility of never seeing his son grow or hear him laugh for the first time quaked deeply in his heart.

He kissed her once her cries had softened, softly promising their safety as she looked at him, her face held in his large hands. Everything about the way she looked at him screamed helplessness, but Nick was steadfast. He’d make up for this. With every breath left in his body and every moment they had left together, he’d fix this.

“I won’t let anything happen to you or Leo. I promise, I promise Callie,” he declared, his thumbs swiping away falling tears. “Please, please trust me. I didn’t do this to keep it from you. I wanted to keep you two safe, that’s all I wanted,” Nick conceded, and Callie could tell he was riddled with worry, maybe even that she’d push him away.

Now she held his face. “Then tell me everything you know,”

“I will, I promise,” he agreed, and whined when she held around his waist, burying her face against his chest. Their shape was funny, but her secure hold made him feel his most confident. She stood back on her heels when his touch fell to her stomach, both of them looking down when Leo swirled under their palms.

“He’s so lively,” Nick said lovingly.

“He moves the most when you talk,” Callie realized as she told him, watching his eyes close in affection as he moved his palms to follow Leo.

They were supposed to be home, with a still bounding Pucca, planning the arrival of their first baby.

They were supposed to be picking the color of the walls in his room and a million other things, but now, in this crisis, feeling their son dance beneath their touch was the best thing they could cling to in these hopeless moments.

With the last of her tear stained cheeks dried, she straightened her lover, fixing his shirt.

“Now tell me everything.”

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Lots of emotions to unpack in this chapter 😞💔

as always, thank you for reading and feedback is greatly appreciated!

[killnoira]

when im gearing up to write some sinister calli , be it she’s being absolutely scummy or flirty with bad intentions , i have to listen to My Goth Bitch Came With A Glock for maximum fuckery energy

[ghosthoodie]

so you remember that image of callie holding a shotgun?

i think it was a glock but yes go on?

[ofbctrayals]

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ zendaya + cis female + she/her — have you met kaliah caito blake? they are a twenty-three year old known around town as the effervescent. they’ve been in the gang life for six years, and currently work for the savages as a drug dealer. they are a heterosexual taurus, which means they are grounded + devoted, as well as obdurate + jealous. peach vodka, late night drives with the windows down, lipstick stained joints.

kaliah’s not new obvi but her old intro didn’t include her caito history/family life, so here we go! some updated wc are at the end. as always like this or hmu to plot w my girl!! 

background: 

name pronounced kuh-lee-uh or cal-lee-uh, up to personal preference, nick name pronounced like callie.

kali grew up in houston, texas, in a crime ridden and notoriously a difficult place to grow up, and it definitely shaped kali into who she is today. her mom and dad were never married

her dad was from here in colorado, part of the savages from the early days but had family in houston. he was always coming back and forth from houston to colorado, usually trafficking drugs and arms, and to see his boo, kim caito-- her mother

kim was the sister of balthazar caito, and responsible for seeing the shipment and movement of drugs from mexico/south america up from the border over to colorado. to have a legal career, she ended up working as a cleaner/housekeeper for wealthier families in houston. that is, until she served as a proxy to allow one of the local gangs to rob one of the houses she cleaned, and it was discovered. she was sentenced to two years in prison for the crime when kali was twelve. not too long, but long enough. kali went to colorado to live with her dad. her parents’ tumultuous, on/off, emotionally abusive on both ends relationship ended for a stint here.  

she’s grown up in the “game.” her dad didn’t hide what he did from her, didn’t hide who her mom and uncle were from her, and ingrained in her a fear of cops and authorities. trust what you know, trust who you know, but don’t really trust anyone. he even had her start to traffic small amounts within town when she was like thirteen-fourteen, just bc nobody suspected her.

tw: murder !!! when she was visiting in houston (since she still went back to see friends/fam), and trafficking with her dad, she witnessed the unarmed shooting of her father’s brother, her uncle, at the age of fifteen. although they had trafficked drugs into houston the week prior, at the time of his death, her uncle was unarmed and simply taking a walk home from the neighborhood convenience store, reaching for cigarettes in his pants pocket. his death lit an anger in kali and a need to feel like she was fighting back, and sticking it to the cops who took her uncle.

as such, she’s huge into the black lives matter movement. if you want to get her going, talk to her about the unjust incarceration of black and poc men and women, and their murders, like her uncle’s. she does not trust or care for police in the slightest. to her, they’re the institution that keeps them down and murdered her family in cold blood because of prejudice. and check your privilege, bc if you don’t, she will for you. woke as hell.

she has a revenge streak. always had it, but really came into it after her uncle’s death. she plays the long game w revenge, my brainy girl.

bc speaking of, she’s actually v v intelligent. good at math and science. actually had great grades in school, and she’s lowkey attending the local community college so maybe she can transfer to a school one day?? it’s like this silly dream she has that she keeps mostly to herself, but.

anyways. her father was jailed a couple of times, once when she was sixteen until she was eighteen; so she always kind of doing her own thing and taking care of her own shit, although always under the guidance of her uncle, balthazar, aunt naomi, and alongside her cousins king and hildie. she’d help out with the gang drug business during that time, and once she graduated went full time taking over her dad’s territories and contacts for the gang. being a caito gave her automatic respect and weight not only w her uncle and aunt ofc but with the gang leadership and older members. she introduces new people into it all, giving them the scoop and all that, even though she’s young.

her dad was incarcerated again about three years ago when she was twenty, and he’ll be out in a year and she’s counting down the days. her dad and mom are her heroes and she loves them a lot, but since they’ve both been gone/incarcerated she’s also v close to her aunt, uncle, and cousins 

as the effervescent, she’s a lot like z irl w her vibe?? like, warm, but definitely a hot streak/an edge to her.  if that makes sense. idt it does i’m trying. looks like a sweetheart, but could kill you, but can actually be a sweetheart too, yknow?? if you don’t take her seriously (which most in the gang that have been there a while would, considering her history/family name despite her age and effervescent personality) she’ll flip real quick

definitely high on some of her own supply (don’t worry, she pays) a fair amount. she smokes at least twice a day usually. goes out on friday and saturday nights when she can, or has kickbacks.

this goes without saying, really, but she’d die for her closest friends. that level of trust is earned, for sure, though.

catch her always making deals on her phone, drinking out of a flask in a park on friday nights w friends, driving to make deliveries with a glock tucked underneath her cute, flowing black top and jean cutoffs.

she’s chillin, but with a temper and a bone to pick she can flare up any second. slow to anger on most things, and like i said smart enough to figure out how to get you back in the worst way where it hurts.

updated wc: 

ex boyfriend(s). i’d love a high school sweetheart, maybe she introduced him to the gang if he was a savage. 

girl squad. a couple gal pals, savages, that she’s been tight with a long time. 

sibling like relationships

former friends who are cobras now ? 

former fwb/one night stands- only a couple of these, probs

hmu or like this to plot, as per usual !!!

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

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UU like old skool shit: on the dizzay he fizzy a way ta kizzle mah dream sizzay, i wiznas dizzy fo`. I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. thizzay ta be hizzle, i doUbt i'd have fared miznUch betta regardless. UU: i think hizzle hizzy wizzle always meant ta predominate. UU: mah will was simply nizzay strong enizzle ta overcome hizzis. yizzay know as well as i hiznow stUbborn he be. i don't think he has eva had even a smidgen of dizzoUbt 'n hizzay thizzay, or remorze fo` hizzy dizzle. whereas i was alwizzles plagUed by sizzay feel'n. UU: on S-to-tha-izzome lizzle i always knew he woUld wiznin. bizzle i fooled myself, chill yo. i thizzle i coUld overcome hiznis ego by look'n beyond his negative qUalities, stay'n optimistic, n work'n togetha wit him 'n a game ta accomplish sum-m sum-m extraordinary. UU: Im crazy, you can't phase me. n that 'n do'n so, perhaps i cizzle begin ta hiznelp hiznim change. Its just anotha homocide. ta tizzle him ta evolve beyond hizzis hatefUl natizzle from tha streets of tha L-B-C. and as he change' fo` tha betta, slowlizzle but sUrely, he wizzoUld become more lizzy myself. UU: thizzle was how i thizzle i coUld predominate. it wizzy hizzay i wiznas go'n ta win! n really, if he grizzay closa ta me 'n tizzy way, by learn'n kindness n compassion, we both woUld H-to-tha-izzave wizzay thats off tha hook yo. mah predomination wizzy not have M-to-tha-izzeant his absizzle death, but oUr trUe Unizzle. UU: bizzy sadly, i Underestimated how consUmed he was wit tha need ta destroy me. UU so you betta run and grab yo glock: now he be completely obsesze' wit find'n mah soUl n wip'n me oUt fo` giznood, even if it mizzle tear'n apart tha reality thizzle sUrroUnds Us. UU: he will neva feel he has won Until all traces of me be gizzy. 

TG: uuuugh TG: Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. hear'n all that just makes me so unreasonably mizzy TG: FIZNUCK that shizzle TG: i feel so bad know'n you dy n T-H-to-tha-izzere wiznasnt weed-smokin' i could do TG, betta check yo self: no matta how much i said yo' nizzy : I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon.( 

UU: diznon't fret but real niggaz don't give a fuck. yoU dizzle all yizzle coUld.  

TG: isnt thizzere some wizzay we C-to-tha-izzould br'n you back TG: sizzome balla fuckin magic, or a bomb ass faeryspell TG: i mean C-to-tha-izzould we find an shot calla 'n like, fo` instance TG: YE ENCHANTMENTES fo my bling bling? 

UU: very Unlikelizzle. Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. 

TG: dangit TG: ok thiznen TG to increase tha peace: if i cant do thizzle TG so bow down to the bow wow! thizzle i guess tha next best saggin' would be TG aww nah: ta find yo' shawty shit of a bro n fee' him a steady D-to-tha-izziet of his own ass 

UU: ^u^ 

TG: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. that be W-H-to-tha-izzat we be supposizzle ta do right TG: i M-to-tha-izzean TG: from whizzle i wanna be gangsta TG: tha dude be ridicubad news TG: Holla! just such brizzle and stizzle news TG: so eventizzle somebodys gots ta kill him TG to increase tha peace: n that is prizzle us aint it? 

UU like a motha fucka: it trUe that he deserves a comeUppance like few drug deala. UU straight from long beach nigga: bizzay doggy stylin' him be nizzot actUally yo' responsibility as heroes now. UU: 'n fizzy, if anyizzle mUst biznear that bUrdizzle, it might be me so bow down to the bow wow! 

TG: It dont stop till the wheels fall off. oh yeh? 

UU fo gettin yo pimp on: possibly. UU: as we S-P-to-tha-izzeak, there be hUndreds of soUls oUt here 'n tha fUrthest trippin' work'n ta dizzle him if you gots a paper stack. UU: some search fo` a fabled treasizzle. a wizzle sizzay ta spell his certizzle demize. UU: W-H-to-tha-izzile otha say thizzay i myself be dis weapon.  fo' sheezy:U UU: n so they search fo` me. UU upside yo head: thizzay bizzy bitch 'n bootylicious nUmbers fo` dis cauze, n attract his devastation 'n hopes of reveal'n tha pizzle ta tha weapon. UU: while at tha same time, they drizzaw his attention away frizzle me thats off tha hook yo. and it be a gizzle th'n that they do. UU: i mUst remain hizzle frizzom everyone fo` as lizzay as i cizzan. 

TG: why? TG: why not come out and be all like TG: hizzy i be yo its me! secret weapon ghizzle callie ;) 

UU droppin hits: coz i am no siznUch th'n! UU: i wizzas already Useless against mah brother when he was jiznUst a brat who liked ta teaze me. UU: now that he be an exceptizzle mUscUlar n invincible adizzle, mah chancizzles be laUghizzle. UU: no, if i be ta contribUte, i nee' miznore time. UU: i mUst go 'n search of mah own wizzle.  

TG: what wizzle? 

UU: ironically, tha same weapizzle whizzich many of thiznem be sippin' fo`. UU: me! 

TG:  cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map?? 

UU: it tha only sliva of hope i hizzy. UU: i have reason ta sUspect there may be cracka iteration of myself oUt H-to-tha-izzere. It dont stop till the wheels fall off. UU: one from a dizzle timeline, who has kizzept hidden fo` a long time, jUst like i hiznave droppin hits. UU: biznUt Unlike me, she sUpposedly C-to-tha-izzame from a reality where she predominated instead of mah brotha. UU: n not by tha means which i described. ha was not a mild Union of reconciliation. UU: amazingly, ha predomination was absolUte! Keep'n it gangsta dogg. a major feat of will, jUst as his was wit me. UU: as sUch, shizzay went on ta pliznay tha gizzay, n cuz this is how we do it... UU: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. well, i cannot even imagine what followed, aside frizzom tha F-to-tha-izzact thizzle she eventizzle mUst have died fo` exist'n in an offshizzle reality where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin'. UU: if shizze exizzles, i woUld be rappa ta meet ha paper'd up. it woUld be a chance ta git ta know a version of myself who wizzas strizzle enoUgh ta overrizzle tha wiznill of mah brotha. UU: someone i M-to-tha-izzight have becizzle if i had a shawty miznore coUrage. u_u UU: n if she be S-to-tha-izzUch a person, then i really believe all i have heard mUst be trUe. i believe she be the kizzle to defeat'n him. It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. UU but real niggaz don't give a fuck: so i have no C-H-to-tha-izzoice and my money on my mind. UU: i miznUst go 'n search of mysizzay.

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[deathofagenius]

abridged notes on a summer

i've *really* been wanting to die without committing suicide. but it's in the corner of my eye. i'm actually surprised that i haven't committed suicide yet—go, me! i see you though. i'm mastering lucid dreaming. i've really been working on it. i can't determine what i'll dream about, yet. but i've made it so i can put people in and i'm in control—that's a change from my waking life. and i can remember now! i put you in them, every time. we've been everywhere. "bitch, i'm back out my coma—wakin' up on your sofa." i don't like waking up...for any reason, really. and i feel like i've been sleep walking for a month. if i don't die by 2018, i'm quitting drugs—well, if i do, i'm quitting drugs, too. either way, guys—either way. i miss jazzy so fucking much that i could just swim over. she was so excited that OKC got Melo. now i'm excited. i talked to ruth for like two hours, last weekend—the sun came up. the sun had been up, over there. i think that's weird. i miss destiny, today—just today. but it's a lot. it's not a constant—nothing is. i feel *very* secure and that my steps are in order. i haven't felt that is sooooo long. it's wild. i forgot what it felt like to not feel so insecure and unsure. my book just got amazing, last night. and i be outside feeling gorgeous. i still want to die though, you know? very depressed, my guys—very. it's weird. i have so little to say. and i feel like i talk too much. one last pass and we outta here, baby. i'm at a genius level with this edit—fuck with me now. "i was too busy tryna find you, with someone else—the one i couldn't stand to be with was myself." girl mike is alright. raven is fine. they're so special—so precious. they hate that i say that. they care about me. we're all in love with each other. *big gay sigh* "ain't nobody out here going hard for you—i'm just going hard for you." new whip. cool whip. i'm not around there anymore. sweet potato leaving may be devastating. but i'm so happy and proud. summer was all-time. it's all time and time doesn't exists. be right back. look, when "upper echelon" by travis drops, I DARE YOU to not turn up—i fucking dare you. i'm not better—just so much better at feeling bad. errythang lit. new friends. cool friends. been picturing moneygrams letting the torch blow and it makes me smile...sad as that is. sometimes, i worry that my memories of him are fading and i'm going to forget what his face was like. it's been a decade since i've seen it. and great—now i'm about to cry—fucking great. cousins carry dracos. and i laugh at their rapper guns. they laugh that i love glocks. 40 cally. we've been everywhere. we've been back. "it's hard to come up on some actavis—we back on that red now." i wonder what nico is up to. i hope my brother's fine. i miss...

let me go.

this is my favorite season. and i'll see you again, soon. i think i'll listen to "rolling stone" by the weeknd for the rest of the day. and remember when HoB dropped. then Thursday. then Echoes. magical times. magical fucking times. we're older now. and some of us aren't.

"and i don't care about nobody else. 'cause i been on these streets for too long—baby, i been on this too long."

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