#ray vernon

[tv-moments]

Kaleidoscope

“Green”

Director: Robert Townsend

DoP: Niels Alpert

[johnbrannox]

am i the only one shipping leo and roger? leo and ava too, but that’s basically canon

more importantly, where are all the kaleidoscope fics??

[bingoboingobongo]

my kaleidoscope thoughts/review

(spoilers under the cut. also im still shocked so this shit makes no sense)

holy shit holy shit HOLY SHIT WHAT TJE FYCK HOLY SHJT OHMFG HOLY SHIT KALEIDOSCOPE IS A FUCKING PRODIGY WHAT THE FYCK THAG SHIT ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY WTF WTF WTF HELP OMFG IM IN SHOCK I XANT WHAY BELP MDNSJSJJS NO FUCKING WAY THAY WAS FUCKING INSANE WHAT THE FUCK NUGGETS SHIT BALLS LOLOLAPOOLAZA WAS THAT WHAT THE FUCK IK IN AWE GIANCARLO ESPOSITIO SERVES AS DUCKING ALWAYS GOLY MOLY BAJJSJSJS SOMEONE CALL TJE FUCMING COPS WHAT OMG I NEED TI BREATHE WHAT?????? EBVRLEPQICOJSJSJD

holy shit okay so um Jesus Christ I'm fucking fahahsh that was easily the best experience I've ever had omg that's giving money heist a run for their money holy crap okay um

alright so ngl when i heard the concept of showing episodes in random order I was hyped and i wanted it to be hype but tbh i kinda expected it to be ass and omfg damn this show was so good wtf. that being said, the episodes in random order didn't exactly have much impact on the story but it was a fun idea and i liked it in the end. at first i was worried, especially when i got to the after the heist episodes (which showed right before the white episode for me) bc in my mind i was like okay but like ik the outcome so like what's the point but damn was i wrong bc oml the twists Jesus Christ that shit had me in a damn pretzel.

alright so like my thought process. So i saw the pink episode right before the white one, and first can I just say that even tho i didn't like bob im glad he got to see his pink sand beaches even tho it was technically blood but whatever. anyways omfg tho did judy ditch Stan? I think so idek anyways that's irrelevant rn. okay so i was literally devastated when ava died i love her but also it definitely wasn't as bad as money heist so I'll live. BHT OMFG LEO'S DEATH BRUH I THOUGHT RJ KILLED HIM BUT IT WAS SALAS' SON BRAD?????? WTF THAT SHIT CAME OUT SO OUT OF LEFT FIEKD OMG JSHSJSJS

like i saw the shirt and i was like hmm that's kinda a nerdy shirt it seems like something rj might wear. AND THEN IT WAS BRAD TJE SON WEARING IT IN THE WHITE EPISODE. AND THEN RJ FUCKING DIED AND THEN IT WAS JUDY THAT FUCKING KILLED HIM BUT THEN SHE SORTA KILLED BOB LIKE WHAT THE FUCK OMG MY BRAIN MY JAW WAS LIKE GONE LIKE OMGJSSJJSJS

like ngl in the beginning I wasn't vibing with judy but then she killed rj and i really wasn't vibing BUT THEN SHE KILLED BOB AND MAYBE I WAS VIBING????

omfg and THEN HANNAH CAME IN AND HIT CARLOS AND THEN TOOK ALL THE MONEY LIKE WHAT JSJSJS AND LIKE IK ITS FIR THE BEST BECAUSE THE CREW PROBABLY WOULD HAVE GOTTEN KILLED BY THE TRIPLETS IF SHE DIDN'T BUT GAWD DAMN LIKE I WAS LOW-KEY HIGHKEY SAD LIKE TF

OMG AND THE FUCKING FEDEX GUY BRUHHSHAJS AND HER SISTER BRJSJSJS IM LITERALLY NSJSJSJSN WHAT

also her hair and her black suit in that one outfit remind me of natasha Romanoff so bad omfg

KSJSJJSJS AND THEN BOB USED THE PEN HE STOLE TO SAVE HIMSELF BITCH THIS SHIT WAS LIKE TWNETY BAZILLION CHEKHOV'S GUNS

IT WAS CHEKHOV'S FUCKING GUN RANGE TF LIKE OMG IM ACTUALLY IN LOVE SHOUT OUT TO ERIC GARCIA OR ERIC GARZA MAN I DONT REMEMBER TOJR LASY NAME BUT THIS SHIT SLAPPED GOD DAWM EXPECTATION FUCKING EXCEEDED BEHWJAJSJJSJSJSJS

holy shit holy shit AND WHEN THE FUCKING MACAU AD WENT OFF DAMN KUDOS TO AVA BC I WOJLD HAVE BURST OJT LAUGHING JESUS CHRISR TNO IT WAS SO GOOD

ngl tho idek if it actually randomizes the order u watch it in i started out with the jail episode with stan and ray tho so idk tell me if u guys get anything different

[odk-2]

The American Teens - Shake, Shake Baby (1966) F. L. Wray, Sr. (Link Wray) from: "Shake, Shake, Baby" / "A Brand New Love" (Single) "Lux and Ivy’s Favorites" vol.8 (Unofficial Compilation)

Garage | Garage Rock

JukeHostUK (left click = play) (320kbps)

Personnel: Bobby Stevens: Lead Vocals / Guitar Jim Stevens: Guitar Gene Ponton: Saxophone Bill Koontz: Bass Guitar Ronnie Stevens: Drums

Link Wray: Lead Guitar

Arranged by Link Wray (Fred Lincoln Wray, Jr.) Produced by Ray Vernon (Link Wray's Brother)

Recorded: @ Wray’s Shack Three Track in Accokeek, Maryland USA on February 15, 1966

Released: April, 1966

Swan Records

[chicaneryatelier]

Younger Roche inspired by Anoke's 'Major Design Flaw' fic series!

Behind Cut- Nekkid Roche tied up by Iorveth and unhappy about it. If you don't want to see that, don't go behind the cut!

[vcrnons]

VERNON [INSIDE SEVENTEEN] Face the Sun Jacket Shoot Sketch

[peregrinethegryphon]

Shoutout to @ashesfordayz for doing the Warrior Cat Slashers thing first. Now I’m taking a crack at it because I don’t feel like drawing humans today. I don’t have warrior names for them though so I guess they’re just cats.

[dontblamethewitches]

ts and ldr. snow on the beach. 🎨 alef vernon.

[rnbria]

Binder files: 2008

[scurvyratt]

Oz fast food barista AU (as someone who has had 3yrs barista experience). Also their ages can be pretty flexible in this au. Maybe they're college students maybe they're middle aged idk.

Tobias: He's definitely a shift leader and is one of the most responsible employees. Customers like him and he's the person you go to when you need a shift covered. He may not be the fastest barista but he never messes the drinks up.

Busmalis: Random elderly coworker. He's nice but he is SO slow and it stresses everyone out when they see that he's scheduled for a morning rush. Also he spills everything.

Rebadow: Sweet old man customer who orders the same thing every time (black coffee, prefers to pour his own creamer. Also a bagel with butter, prefers to put the butter on himself). Leaves a $1 tip lol.

Chris: Fuck boy employee. Has slept with TOO many coworkers and slips his phone number to like 20 different customers every shift. He's kinda entertaining but otherwise miserable to be around. He isn't particularly good at making drinks and he def doesn't help with cleaning or prep,, but he is unfortunately good at drive thru and making tips.

Ryan: The workplace gossip and devils advocate- you want to know anything about anyone? Ask Ryan. Somehow, he knows everything. He riles people up for fun and pits his coworkers against each other. He spends a lot of the time in the back on his phone, or in the bathroom doings drugs (yes I had a coworker who would do this lol), but sometimes he does work hard; It's very on and off with him. If u work with him for long enough he will tell you about his own relationship troubles. Also he's weirdly obsessed with one customers (gloria).

Miguel: He's fun to work with and is a pretty fast barista, altho he gets in trouble often and has even been fired a few times but somehow they always take him back. Runs to the window whenever there's a dog and makes sure to give them a pup cup. Is the only one who likes cleaning the espresso machine.

Chico: Is best at the food station or as a barista. Sometimes comes to work high but somehow he works better that way. WILL fight customers he does not gaf. Will make shady comments to a customers face if they don't leave a tip. Does not care about milk allergies and rolls his eyes when asked to remake a drink.

Omar: Same as Busmalis where he makes a lot of mistakes😭. Can talk to customers for a long time even if they clearly want to leave and are over the convo. They try to keep him in the back doing prep or the dishes but he loves doing drive thru even though he messes everything up.

Kareem: Shift leader who dreams of becoming manager. WILL call you out if he catches you stealing or sitting around, like if he is on the schedule it will not be a chill shift. He gives good advice sometimes so you would probably like him if he wasn't your annoying snitch coworker lol. He's the only person who makes sure that the bathroom is clean. Is pretty good at making tips.

Kenny: That one random teenager. Probably the laziest employee. He sits on the counter and plays games on his phone, even in front of customers. He's kinda amusing until you remember that he's a misogynist. Constantly threatens to quit but he never does.

Augustus: Okay so since he's in a wheelchair he may have to just stay in one position (I did some googling). Like just drinks or just drive thru since it's pretty cramped behind the counter. He's excellent at taking orders and makes customers laugh. A man who values his breaks. Like he doesn't gaf if the drive thru line has 20 cars, he WILL go sit out back to get some air.

Schillinger: gets paid minimum wage but also thinks that the minimum wage should not be raised. CREEPY. Like you do not want to work a closing shift with him. Will go on racist rants and all you can do is nod. Is a terrible barista and thinks that oat milk is woke.

Mukada: I imagine him as an operations manager type of person? Like he randomly pops into the store to see if everything is going fine. Everyone scrambles when they see his car pull into the lot. Ignores all the dirty jokes that they make. Tries to gently guide everyone to follow the rules but it's hard.

Adebisi: Also a creep that you won't want to work alone with. Do not put this man on drive thru... but he's an alright barista actually. Likes coming up with his own drinks. Has earbuds in when working and no one can get him to take them out.

McManus: Manager who is mad about the fact that he works for a fast food place. Honestly tries to be chill but will lose his shit over the most random things. You can tell him the times that you prefer to work but he will ignore that and schedule you whenever anyways. Does not take shit from customers and will defend his employees against them.

Okay ermm there's prob a lot of other characters that I could do but lolol

[tv-moments]

Kaleidoscope

“Yellow”

Director: Everardo Gout

DoP: Eric Moynier

[raybyanothername]

flirting on the lacross field

My exceptionally late entry for @teenwolfrarepairevents Character of the Month in March: Vernon Boyd.

Boyd being vaguely disgusted by how oblivious Liam is to his crush and being more than happy to ask Brett out himself when given the opportunity.

-.-.-

Scott's beta could be a bit of an idiot.

And not just because he hadn't clocked that the Devonford Prep kid he kept beefing with was also a werewolf.

Oh no. That, Boyd could forgive. He probably wouldn't have managed it this soon after Derek turned him either.

Liam not clocking his own damn crush on the guy? That was inexcusable. Especially with Mason literally drooling over guy right next to him and *still* not staring as much as Liam.

Boyd might have let him through to tackle Liam once or twice. Just on principle.

"Oh, that looks like it hurt," Boyd chuckled as Liam's little rival tried for a third tackle. He put the kid solidly on his back. Flashing his eyes, Boyd smirked down at him, "Gotta little overconfident there, didn't ya, pretty boy?"

Throat bobbing, the other teen just stared up at him. Blue eyes fluttered, wide and bright, before flicking over Boyd with undisguised interest.

"So, you think I'm pretty?" he panted, voice thick as he sat up. He hissed, eyes flashing gold, as his shoulder snapped back into place.

With a snort, Boyd got back into the game. Devonford Prep still won, but it wasn't the landslide they'd been expecting. On his way to the parking lot, several glares were aimed at him from the bus.

"Hey!" a familiar voice shouted. Boyd paused, turning to arch a brow. The other werewolf stood beside the bus, arms crossed and chin up. His hair even fell into his face a little. The same way Isaac's did.

On purpose then, given how much time Boyd had seen his friend take to twist his curls in just such a way to fall how he wanted. He spent longer than Erica did on her hair, and she had significantly more of it.

"I'm Brett," the younger teen offered. He quirked his head. Boyd waited, eyebrow still arched. Biting at his lip, Brett stepped closer.

Boyd blinked as a piece of paper was offered to him. He took it, brow furrowing as he took in the ten digits scrawled across it. "What's this?"

"My number," Brett said, walking backwards toward the bus. He laughed and ruffled the hair on the back of his head, "In case you still think I'm pretty, without the helmet."

"I ain't blind," Boyd drawled, head moving pointedly down, then back up as his eyes swept over Brett. He was tall, almost as tall as him, with long limbs and a lithe build.

Pretty was an understatement.

Brett's cheeks grew pink as he laughed. A smile stretching across his face as he ducked his head. Boyd tilted his head back, gaze rising back to bright blue eyes. Brett smiled.

Unlike Liam, Boyd had some self-awareness. A little emotional maturity. And access to a car.

"You free Saturday?"

[bandcampsnoop]

2/27/24.

Christopher Atkins is a Vernon, British Columbia musician who has been releasing music under his own name since 2018. "Another Year" will be coming out in late April 2024. The two songs currently available evoke a sound similar to The Ocean Party and Lachlan Denton. There's also a definite late 60s Ray Davies/Kinks feel here. And finally, Raj Sablok's music would fit nicely next to Christopher Atkins.

This is being released by Canadian label Divine Bovine Records. I did see another website saying that Birmingham, Alabama label Earth Libraries will also be handling the release.

[tcotnccircus]

𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍 𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗|| 𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛🔞

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎|| 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖

(Rewritten)

Rating: Explicit

⚠️Warning⚠️

(Cursing, Violence, Emotional Breakdown, Blood/Injury, Attempted Murder, Trauma, Implied Kidnapping, Implied Death, Physical Assault, Implied Sexual Assault, Implied Past Rape)

First Person P.O.V

When people are born into this world, our first instinct is to survive. Born with a clear conscience, born with no bad intentions, and born with innocence. Yet, where does evil first come from? Evil is shown to embody many different types of shapes and sizes. It never seems to die or go away, and over the years— I've realized that there's always some little bit inside of all of us. Dormant; ever—so growing the older we get.

Sometimes people break; snap from the amount of negativity weighing over their heads, and sometimes people are just drawn to the darkness around them. Humans have evolved to the point that we can think more critically and develop new types of emotions that no other animal could have; Such as guilt. Animals may show empathy and compassion, but guilt is a unique trait that only humans could feel and display.

Anyone can make a difference, and I thought I could as well. Yet, there was something else that I had forgotten; something far more important that I should've known before. No one can truly heal if they don't allow themselves to be helped. And that was one of the worst mistakes I've ever made in my life. The minute my eyes had laid upon the small square ad in the New Jersey Times newspaper; my fate was sealed. Doomed from the start as I hurriedly picked up the newspaper from the sidewalk, not caring for the dirt-stained footprints and the faint smell of cheap booze that was emitting from the stains on the paper.

Eyeing the newspaper before me, my pupils dilated at the sight of a hiring ad. The potential of helping those in need at a place called, "Egg Harbor City Maximum-Security Psychiatric Hospital." It piqued my interest. Many would have left that paper by the side of the road by the time they had read the name, yet I kept on going. My warm hands clenched excitedly and accidentally crumpled the paper within my grasp even more than it already was.

I was in a dire need of a nurse job after being let go from the one I was in before. The psychiatric hospital had to let go of most of its workers due to the last-minute relocation of the hospital, leaving a now decrepit and desolate building behind. By the time I had come back to the newly relocated hospital, the job openings had already been filled up and I was left aside, jobless, and in extreme need to pay off rent for the month. I used to think that the newspaper that I had found was some sort of blessing, that I could finally do what I couldn't in the past! I was wrong.

So—very wrong. The events that followed after had left me traumatized; left me with only a shell of myself.  I was never much of a religious person, but those days... Those days had left me praying, pleading for a god, for some otherworldly being, for someone to help me. To help me escape from what I knew now as hell, but no one came.

I could remember the first warning sign I had before all went to shit. It was in a form of a dream, well—more like a nightmare at that. I remember how the pain and anxiety filled my senses, as my mind teetered from the constant feeling of trepidation. I was kept in a cold, old, and dusty room that seemed to have belonged to a child. The floral designs on the wallpaper were faded and torn to shreds.

Stains stuck to the loose hanging paper with the foundations of the house exposed to see. The mattress of the bed ripped with large gashes and holes, leaving small surprises of metal springs to poke and prod at the next person who dared to rest on it. Crude child drawings litter the floor, accompanied by shattered glass from mirrors and windows. The door was locked and I was forced to wait as a punishment for god knows what—. I couldn't remember, nor could I recall how I got into such a predicament in the first place.

I only knew that I was scared for them to come back. I didn't know who they were either, yet I could only assume by the state of my body—battered and bruised. I was stripped down to complete bareness; merely a victim to the cold as I was left to the aftermath of the abuse that I had endured. Cuts, scars, and stitches were scattered throughout my delicate human form, with dry and old blood painted on the surface of my skin. My skin was sticky with some white unknown fluid that I was afraid to even think was a possibility. My eyes could only dart from every dark corner of the room; dread wracking my brain from the unbearable and continuous cycle of anxiety.

As I looked around, I caught the sight of my reflection in the dusty mirror—causing my breath to hitch in response. My left eyelid was bruised black and almost swollen shut with a large patch of crimson red on my sclera. It caused immense pain and inflammation that I could only assume was due to a busted blood vessel. My eyelids threatened to close and expose me to another world of slumber, yet I resisted the seemingly blissful release. I knew that even sleep couldn't save me— it was a danger to me instead. I muttered incoherent words to myself, as I wrapped my arms around my freezing body.

Deep red scarring surrounded my wrist, ankles, and neck; hearing the clanking of chains every time I moved. The shackles bound my body parts so tightly that I could see the purple bruises and red irritated scars under the metal. Letting out small, muffled whimpers into my crossed arms, I attempted to comfort myself from the confusion that harrowed my brain. I took a second to slightly ground my thoughts and scanned the room. From what I could see, I noted that the wood was stale and dank, making the mansion eerily creak from old age and deterioration.

The wooden floors would whine at the slightest bit of weight put upon them; even the air was barely breathable from the dust and decree constantly falling from the floor above me. Drenched in a cold sweat— I'd almost gotten used to the grime, dirt, and oil that had collected upon layers of my skin. More and more thoughts entered left just to circle back into my head, a torturous sequence that only came back after it had finished. I was finally snapped out of my internal struggle when I heard a whispered, yet prominent notice.

"𝚙𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚝.."

I froze. The silence in the room was louder than I could've imagined. I could feel my heart drop to the deepest darkest pits of my stomach whilst my breathing became ragged and exaggerated. My eyes bulged from how much I had widened them as they turn to fixate on the space between the closet doors. I merely watched as I saw the closet doors slowly, yet surely—widening within each second that had passed and wasted.

'Please no... No more.....' I pleaded in my mind. My mouth dried significantly as I saw the closet doors widening, revealing what was hidden in the deep darkness. A crouched body; skin and bone at first glance. Their voice— it was raspy and whiney. It's as if their vocal cords were strained or damaged. And that smell.. god that smell!

"𝚙𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚝..!!.."

My breathing turned into panicked wheezes, as I could feel the horror wrapping itself around my damaged mind and senses. Whoever or whatever that thing was, it wanted my attention, badly. Saliva and tears smeared my face, as I slowly crawled back to only push myself up against the wall. I was in a petrified state.

"(𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎..)"

I abruptly stop, my mind slowly processing the recognition of this voice. Memories that had used to be long forgotten reappear in my mind in a quick flash. My vocal cords were strained to form simple sentences, yet I managed to speak through the painful rawness of my throat. "...Sweetie...? Is that you...?" I whimpered as warm tears had finally fallen from my eyes, painfully trailing over the cuts and bruises on my face. My lip quivered, as I saw the figure slightly move when I quietly called out to them.

It was silent, and I took the chance to slowly make my way by crawling toward the slightly ajar closet doors. When I had come closer, their body had disappeared into the darkness of the closet. "Sweetie...? Come back...! Don't leave me...!" My voice had risen in tone, making my desperation noticeable. I had squeezed my body through the opening of the closet doors, cringing at the loud noises of clanking chains the more haste I moved.

"𝚜𝚑𝚑𝚑..." My body freezes at the cold air that had hit my ear.

The closet doors slowly close, enveloping me in pure darkness. I was unable to see, and worse was the unbearable stench of death that had me gagging within the same blinding darkness. It was next to me, heaving, croaking silently. "𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝... 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚜... 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞...?" I shook my head in disagreement.

"N-no..." I sniffled, as I attempted to wipe away the unending falling tears.

"𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍..." I felt the cold air next to me shift, gaining my attention on the other side of the unusually spacious closet. I remembered the way I jumped in surprise, as a bony hand placed itself on my cheek; wiping away my tears. Compared to the warmth of my tears, the hand was cold as a corpse. The rotting stench was stronger than ever, as it invaded my sense of smell. It was so pungent that I had practically felt the hairs of my nose burn and incinerate at the first whiff of the smell.

Yet, through all the stench, I somehow noticed a second smell—something faint, yet still lingering; it was sweet. I had leaned into the figure's hand: finding a sense of comfort in the caring touch of the figure and the smell of nostalgia. "𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝... 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗...𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢...𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍..." I had painfully furrowed my brows in confusion at their statement. "What do you mean...?" I had waited for an answer to my question, yet, our conversation was interrupted by the faint, but clear enough to hear the sound of the locked door knob jiggling. The beating of my heart was deafening to my ears, as the same dread washed over my body from the sound of jingled keys.

"N-No... No, no, no!" My bottom lip quivered, anxiety clouding my thoughts and mind. From next to me, I could hear the person make a sound of scorn. I quickly turned to where I had assumed the figure was and began to incoherently plead, as tears rapidly stained my cheeks. "Don't let them hurt me! D-Don't let them take me! I-I—" I was then grabbed by my shoulder; their frigid hands sent chills down my spine. I inhaled sharply in response to how their sharp and jagged nails dug into my fragile skin.

My eyes were wide and wild, as I stared into the darkness in front of me, knowing that a different set of eyes were staring back; hiding where the light couldn't expose them. I heard the door open with a click and many pairs of heavy-to-light footsteps entering the room I was in before.

"(𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎)... 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠—" Their grip on my shoulders grew excruciatingly tight; surely drawing blood from the crescent-like marks that they had left on me. "𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕." I had heard them calling my name alongside the crash of furniture,  presumably turning the room upside down to find me. We were running out of time, and both of us knew it.

"W-What are you talking about? What place?" 

"𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙸𝙼 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃." They shrieked with so much force that they made my ears ring painfully. "𝙳𝙾𝙽𝚃. 𝙶𝙾. 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼. 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙱𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙳𝙾𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙷𝙸𝙼𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵." I felt one of their hands detach itself from my bleeding shoulder with a sickening squelch and suddenly yanked at the chain that was tightly bound around my neck. "𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚆..." They hissed out;  their words dripping like venom as they pulled at the chains one last time. They let the chain fall from their wicked hands making my head snap back.

I gasped and wheezed dryly from the aching discomfort around my neck. The creaking footsteps came to a halt, filling the room with silence and a thick tension. "𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗." The figure whispered one last time, making an odd sense of sadness overcome my heart.

"Captain?" I croaked, my voice low and broken. Before I could get a response, the door to the closet slammed open letting the blinding light from outside overpower the darkness that surrounded me.

It burned into my retinas making my eyes squeeze shut from the sudden ache of my eyes. A small gasp left my lips as someone grabbed onto my hair tightly and snatched me out of the closet; flinging me onto the ground. The burning of my scalp was quickly interrupted by the sound of a crack from my head connecting to the floor beneath me and I was then consumed by total blackness. If only I had listened to the advice the people around me had given.

If only I knew that I would regret brushing the red flags off and continuing with my life as if nothing occurred. If only I knew that finding out the horrors of that place would permanently change my life. If only I knew, what I had to endure was just the calm before the storm.

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