Note: Tomorrow's fics will either be posted very late in the day, or will be posted on Friday as I am driving back to London tomorrow and fully anticipate spending most of my day in traffic.
Word Count: 187
Fish took a long drink from her glass and set it down, someone would refill it. They knew better than to let her glass run dry. As the young woman finished her song and offered what she no doubt hoped was a self-assured smile, Fish’s mind returned to a certain Oswald Cobblepot.
A bitter smile pulled at the corners of her lip and she took up her glass again, dutiful refilled as she had expected. Nothing she could think of seemed a fitting response to the disloyalty her little Penguin had enacted upon her. The usual methods - the crushings inside cars at the scrap yard, the breaking of bones one by one, the hanging from meat hooks and beaten and left to freeze - all seemed too mundane and typical for the crime of such betrayal.
No, Fish needed something special for Penguin. After all, he deserved nothing less than her best.
Fandom: Afro Samurai
It’s a life of paranoia, an unhealthy way to live, but the way Afro sees it, it’s no more than he deserves. If he were the powers above, dictating the punishments for the way people lived, he would have given himself a much rawer deal.
Having to watch his back every moment for people trying to kill him still didn’t seem enough of a punishment for all that he had done, for the lives he had destroyed. He would have put himself through agony, endless pain and torture. Then again, he could see his path ahead, knew what he was going to do.
Despite what anyone said, he wasn’t sure any higher power could.
Title: Power Games
Fandom: Malory Towers
Word Count: 778
NB: I feel like I should put something here because in canon June is 15 I think - there is nothing overt, but it is implied. I’m not good at labeling stuff.
The truth was the older girl had been a regular fixture in her mind since the incident in First Form. For a while June had enjoyed the power she had, the ability to make Darrell snap with a few well placed words and phrases. But over time that changed, and June had just figured it was because, even if she wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, the whole incident had affected her rather more than she had anticipated.
That didn’t explain what she was feeling now though.
June gripped the notes in her hand, the bloody poem that Darrell had given her to memorise. June wasn’t too bothered by the work, memorising poems was hardly a chore for her. She just hated it when it was Darrell she had to deliver them to and not another one of the other older girls.
Darrell almost never spoke to June when she came in to repeat her punishment, sometimes their only interaction was for Darrell to hold out her hand to take the paper and jerk her head towards the door to indicate that June might leave once she had finished parroting off her lines. June could never quite explain why that bothered her so much.
June fidgeted uncomfortably as she tried to force herself to knock on the door. She would have to sooner or later, or risk someone opening it and finding her stood there like a sap. So she thudded in what she hoped was a petulant manner and waited to be summoned. She deliberately avoided eye contact with her cousin as she entered the room, fearing that Alicia might see something that she was trying to keep hidden, and tried to keep her frown firmly on her face as she approached Darrell, who didn’t even have the decency to look up from her work.
Darrell finally glanced at her and held out her hand for the poem, which June exchanged, then looked back at her work.
June started to reel off the poem, but in a change to the norm Darrell spoke,
“I’m not ready”, and June stopped.
She waited, squirming on the spot as Darrell returned her attention to what she was writing. It seemed like an eternity standing there, and June had to commend Darrell on finding a new way of making her suffer. Darrell finally put down her pen and turned to face June, who all of a sudden lost her tongue,
“You can start now”, and June so desperately didn’t want her body to react like it did to the feeling of Darrell humiliating her like this, but her stomach was tied in knots and there was this feeling in a far more intimate place that June didn’t even want to begin thinking about.
So she rattled off the poem, hoping her voice didn’t betray her by shaking or altering in pitch. Darrell just watched her, as if the whole procedure bored her, until June finished the final line. June shouldn’t have been surprised that Darrell didn’t dismiss her straight away, no doubt a continuation of the new ordeal she was intent on putting June through.
It felt like hours but it reality it was probably no more than a minute before Darrell stood up and took a few steps towards June. June wanted to stare back at her in an act of defiance but was horrified to find that as soon as Darrell was in front of her, her gaze dropped to the floor.
“Considering how often you’re up here June, we might be mistaken in believing that you rather enjoy doing this”, Darrell’s voice was cool and calm, but when June finally managed to make herself look at the other girl, there was something glinting in Darrell’s eyes that was far from that, “Out.”
June hated the way she obeyed so willingly, hated the fact that Darrell could do this to her in front of so many other people and she couldn’t find her tongue in time to say anything in response. But when she left the sixth form common room and broke into a sprint to the nearest bathroom to douse her face with cold water and try desperately not to think about how much she wanted to find somewhere private and…
…and that was the problem. June didn’t hate it, and Darrell wasn’t far wrong.
Word Count: 249
“It’s stuck in my head again darling, oh you know that song, that song! You know how it goes”, she called as she heaved the last of the barrels up into her barricade, “I’ll just have to ask someone what it’s called, you know I can’t stand it when I don’t remember things like this.”
Margaret skipped over to Dennis, where he lay sprawled across the floor. She was sure his head had been attached earlier in the day - he’d certainly had it at breakfast - but there was no harm down because she’d just stood it up next to him.
“I wish you’d use a mirror when you shave instead of doing it in the front room as you rush out the door”, Margaret sighed as she inspected Dennis’s gaunt face, “but I suppose it will do. We have to receive our punishment now Dennis”. She sat herself down primly on the sofa above Dennis and cast her eyes around the room with a content sigh. She’d never imagined that one would be able to find quite so many explosives in a quiet little place like Rapture.
“Are you ready dear?”, Margaret called, “Excellent, let’s go then”.
The explosion that wiped 31 Fairview Cross off the map (and a good few of the surrounding houses too) send shudders through the whole of Rapture.
Title: Losing people
Word Count: 211
Of course, it would happen eventually anyway, unless they were vampires or demons as well. That was the price he paid for befriending humans.
It hurt to think that one day Buffy too would be gone, even after all she had fought through and survived. And he would still be here, the same as he had been for hundreds of years. That was why it was easier to just stay away. Of course she thought he was punishing her, or she did at first. Angel wasn’t sure how much she thought about him now.
Her last visit to L.A had been so long ago.
As much as it hurt her, it hurt him more. He felt guilty that the pain of not seeing her, not being with her, was sometimes as great as the pain he felt from losing others close to him. When Doyle died it hurt, but not like losing her.
Losing Cordelia came close. The same gut-wrenching pain that made him wonder how humans, with far less power than he, managed to endure this sort of heart-ache again and again as the years went by.
So he couldn’t put himself through losing Buffy like that too. Not again.