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Started May 11, 2020 by @kiley_arrants Premium Supporter

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I wanna cry

Kenna collapsed.
She was empty. Not a shred of light or fire in her, not even embers. She was completely empty.
And she could feel it as the sky swayed in dizzying circles, everything that had once been easy was now starting to take a colossal amount of effort. Too much effort for her body. Her empty body. Her hollow body. The world began to dim.
Someone was screaming her name, but it sounded so far away. Too far away.
There was a burst of light, so bright Kenna had to squint against it, she did not close her eyes in fear that if she did, she would not be able to open them again. She could barely feel the thin line of blood dribbling from her mouth down her chin and neck as the woman appeared in front of her.
She had golden hair, the same as Kenna’s, and bright green eyes. There was an aura of warmth around her. Of safety, kindness, and… home. The woman felt like home. Her hair flew behind her in a golden wave riding on a phantom wind.
“Mom.” Kenna’s voice was broken, she could barely get the word out. She could hardly feel it as tears started to wet her cheeks. “Momma.” Her mother smiled, which made Kenna weep harder, her frail body racking with sobs.
“Precious girl,” her mother said, coming closer and kneeling next to her. She placed a warm hand on Kenna’s cheek. “You’ve done so well. We are so proud of you, my child.” Her mother sat crouched, soothing Kenna as the world started dimming further, as her mother’s face started dimming. “You can let go now, darling. It is okay. You can let go.” Kenna stopped fighting the oncoming darkness, let it close in on her, her mother’s face still there, still comforting. She had done enough fighting, she had done enough running, and this darkness, this was peace, this was home. Home, she realized, she was going home.
There was another scream, but it was barely audible. “I will see you soon, my wildfire.”
The world went dark.

Anahid sprinted through the field, screaming Kenna’s name until her voice splintered with strain. Kenna was not responding as she laid on her back.
Anahid did not reach her in time. Kenna laid still, her body pale and empty. That spark of light that had glowed in her green eyes now gone. There was no light in the girl of fire.
Anahid dropped to her knees and screamed. A scream that chilled Acyn to his very core. He knelt beside her and she spun towards him.
“Fix her!” She screamed, grabbing his hand and placing it on Kenna’s lifeless chest. “Fix her, please, gods, please, please, fix her!” Her voice was a hoarse cry. She was weeping, her entire body shook with sobs.
“I can’t,” Acyn said quietly, the words crushed him. He watched Anahid crumple as she laid her head on Kenna’s bloodied chest and wept.
In a blind, desperate rage, Anahid started striking Kenna’s lifeless body, screaming all the while. Acyn pulled her away but she smacked his hands away and instead folded in on herself. She dug her nails into her forearms and drug them down, leaving cuts that bled. She didn’t seem to notice as she rocked herself back and forth murmuring a prayer in a language Acyn did not know.
He pulled Anahid to him and pressed her arms tightly against her side so she couldn’t move them. She continued to weep, but silently. Then she stopped entirely, she went silent. The shock had hit her. Acyn released her, but she did not move. She barely blinked.

Something pulled the two of them away from me. Ash struggled, trying to fight back as they tore Cristella away from him. I wanted to get up and tell him that everything would be alright, but I couldn't. I was supposed to be dead.
Be still, he will realise who he is.
I really needed to figure out who the voice was…
Footsteps splashed their way towards us, and Owen crouched down to inspect my body. He reached out to touch my face but a shout from Ash caused him to flinch back.
“Don’t you dare touch her!” his voice was weak, like he was about to give up hope.
“What’s wrong lover boy? Even in death you’d rather think about vermin than yourself.” Owen sneered, getting up into Ash’s face. He glanced over each of his men and shrugged. “Make sure she’s dead.”
Steel caps attacked my sides, breaking more than a few ribs.
“Stop it!” Ash’s voice cracked. He couldn’t move against his restraints, and Owen forced him to watch everything. It took all I had not to cry, it would have given away that I was alive.
“That little bitch took everything from me and you just watched. I thought we were brothers, Ashley, but you betrayed me again. So now, you can watch me take everything from you.” he snapped his fingers. “Bring me the child.”
A whimper left Ash’s throat as Cristella, confused in silent weeping, was passed over to Owen. His hand clasped around her neck as he lifted her from the ground to face Ash. She struggled against his hold, clawing at his hand.
“Ashy, help.”
A tear fell from my eye as her body was thrown at me. The girl was weak as she spluttered, but she was alive nonetheless and curled up against my chest.
“Two birds with one stone.” Owen mumbled, before muttering in false pain. “The smallest coffins hurt the worst.”

(First one)

Max and I ran towards Adam Light. I locked eyes with Adam. I had a flashback. It was around 1998. I was at a playground. Two kids were playing at the playground. I recognized myself as a kid, but not at first. Kid-me walked up to another kid.

“You’re ugly,” Kid-me said.

“Stop it,” he mumbled. Kid-Adam got red with embarrassment. He acted like he got insulted by his crush. Then it hit Current-me. He had a crush on me and I didn’t realize it. I felt bad for him. Then the other kid, who looked like Chris as a kid, met up with me.

“Go away, stupid!” Kid-Chris said. Kid-Adam looked like he was about to cry. He ran away. Fast forward to 8th grade. I had a class with him. I liked him, but I didn’t want to admit it. He was waiting around outside in the courtyard.

Chris and Max and a few others were making fun of him. He overheard them, and decided he had enough of it.

“STOP BEING… JERKS!” He screamed at them. He wanted to say something else.

“Why? It’s so much fun,” They replied.

“STOP IT, OR I… I… I’LL FIGHT YOU!”

“Alright. Meet us after school.” Later, after school, He met up with them. They jumped him. They kicked him in the face, while he was down. They made him bleed a ton. He finally got up.

“You’ll pay for this!” He said as he laid there, bleeding. A few moments later, my sister walked up to him asking if he was alright. The flashback went away. Adam was laughing like a maniac, his icy blue eyes gleaming with pleasure. Pleasure from getting revenge.

(Second one)
Chris flew up into the air. His one white, one black wings extended 14 feet wide. He flew past me, towards Adam.

“You little—”

It was too late for both of them. Adam was on the ground, bleeding. He was bleeding from his stomach to his heart. Chris was also on the ground. He looked like he was hit with a fireball. I held his face. He looked grimy. His face was getting whiter and whiter.

“Allison, It is coming,” He said. He died with a peaceful look on his face.

“NOOOOOOOO!” Max roared in anguish. He had just witnessed his best friend get murdered. Of course he would be in lots of emotional pain. He ran towards me.

“What happened?” he asked,

“I think Adam shot a fireball towards Chris, Chris attacked him, and the fireball hit Chris,” I explained.

“YOU BASTARD!” Max thundered. He started towards Adam, with an expression of rage and fury on his face, but I stopped him before he could do anything else.

“Let me talk to him,” I added.

“Can you do something about Chris?” Max asked.

“No,” A cold harsh familiar voice said. Death’s, I thought.

I walked towards Adam. He was on the ground, unable to move. Was I foolish or wise for talking to him, I will never know.

“I’m sorry for all the damage I’ve done,” said Adam.

“It’s—” I started.

“I’m sorry for ever thinking we could ever have a thing between us.”

“Listen. I’m at fault. So is everyone else here. We were stupid. This would have never happened if we weren’t assholes to you.”

“I’m… I’m sorry… forgive me…” He died. I had indirectly caused this to happen.

I don't really have it written yet, so I'll just describe it. Plus, it's a long thing with a lot of backstory. Trigger Warning for major death, murder, etc.

One of my characters, after losing their parents in a horrifying and traumatic incident, after being rejected by every other person they might have befriended due to their quite, asocial nature, (and a little sabotage from the people who killed their parents), they were entirely alone, viewed with suspicion by law enforcement, and generally disliked for being openly agender. (The story takes place before even gay rights were super recognized, much less gender incongruence).
Anyways all of this, they're being hunted by their parents murderers, and they get found by a military team who takes them in. This team is specifically formed to hunt to down the rogue scientists who killed Dakota's parents. Though at first Dakota is wary and suspicious, the team genuinely care for them, and slowly start to win their trust. They suggest holding a memorial event for Dakota's parents, since Dakota was never able to attend their funeral, and really reached out to them in every way they could. They offered Dakota a chance to help the team, and totally accepted them for who they were, respecting their pronouns, letting them be the quiet, reserved person they were, offering them love and inclusion at every turn. Dakota stayed with the team for three years, during which they began to actually emotionally open up, and for the first time process the grief and trauma they'd felt after finding their parents mutilated bodies in the ashed of their burned down home.
Emotional honesty is a big deal for Dakota. Their whole life, they'd been a very reserved person who hardly even told their parents their troubles. They'd never had real friends before, and never been so wholly accepted and loved. Their team was always trying to come up with new ways to support and include Dakota in their activities, because that's just how their team worked. They eventually became Dakota's family.

That was wonderful, until Dakota found a call transcript that stated plain as day that their team was actually not trying as hard as they seemed to stop the scientists. In fact, they were allowing the scientists to continue their testing on innocent civilians, and taking notes about the results, letting the scientists take the fall for test results the team was relaying back to some higher entity in the military, who was thinking of using some of the weapon, toxins, and methods used by the scientists.
Long story short, Dakota's new family, who had cared for them and loved them unconditionally, were actually letting the murderers do as they pleased under the guise of hunting them down.
So what did Dakota do? They were already unstable at this point, and this was the last straw. They couldn't begin to fathom the depth of the betrayal, and they flew into a rage, starting to take matters into their own hands by first killing their team, then tracking down and killing the scientists.
If you'd like to know how devastating that finding was to Dakota, picture this: Take the person you've known the longest, and would trust with your life. Someone who if they told you to jump off a cliff, you would, because you trust them to have a plan. Now imagine they had, this whole time, been secretly using you, lying to you, and the whole time, you never knew. That's what happened to Dakota. Pair that with their already shaky mental status, they basically blanked and did whatever they thought would make the pain stop, which, in this case, was murder.

One more for my book.
I haven't even set the basic foundation for it, but i know where i want to take it.
Basically, Rachel reluctantly, after being begged to tell her sexual abuse story for days, tells her story about being raped. She describes it with excruciatingly painful details. She finishes and the story's over, with everyone seeing a new side of her.

(Rachel's Sexual abuse story)

Let's see here. It took me forever to write this scene because I kept throwing up.

TW: rape/sexual assault

(Trigger warning: mentions of suicidal thoughts)

(If it requires a TW, you should probably put a spoiler over it.)

Oh I'm rly sorry, I how do you add spoilers over writing? I haven't done it before.

Thanks :)

Here's one i scrapped just because I cannot, cannot put my baby boy through this.
Context: Theoretical if Titan, a two year old baby of a mutant science monster, lost who had essentially become his mom.

Titan physically can't cry. He doesn't possess the functions. Nor has he had much occasion to want to.
But if Peyton died…
He would have been there. They were never apart. He would be holding her body, staring at it as he slowly realized what death really was. Death wasn't just someone going still and cold and not moving at all, death was someone going away forever. You could never see them again, never hold their hand again, never hear their voice again. And Peyton was dead. He wouldn't be able to comprehend it for a long time. Humans sleep, it's fine. Death is just like sleep, just a little different. It wouldn't be until, hours later, as Peyton's body became stiff in his arms that it would occur to him that she wasn't waking up. He would reach up and touch her face, trying to wake her up, because when people are asleep, they're limp. This stiffness couldn't be good for her, she would be sore when she woke up. He'd shake her, oh so gently, and slowly start to panic as she still refused to respond. She had to wake up. She always had before.
He wouldn't know what to do. Without Peyton guiding him, he would be lost. He needed her to wake up, to tell him what he should do. The panic would stay with him for a long time, but as it became clear that nothing he did was going to wake her up, it would subside, replaced by confusion, shock, and something he'd never felt before. He wouldn't have a name for it, but it hurt. An emotion had never hurt before. It gripped his chest, making it hard to breath, his throat burning with some strange pain he couldn't place. His eyes burned too, but he couldn't tell why, or what was hurting him. He couldn't tell why his hands were shaking, or why his heart was pounding. He was scared. He needed Peyton to wake up and tell him what was wrong, tell him what was hurting him, how to make it stop.
All he would think of to do is curl more tightly around her body, hiding her from whatever was attacking him, trying to hide himself. He had to protect her, even if he was hurting. He wouldn't let her hurt too.

There were only a few things in this world that could make this creature break down. Evident was the fact that Empirean was aware he was the last of his breed, next to his mother. Once he died, so would the Prime Worldans. Gone forever.

But mother is still alive. She’s seen billions of years worth of history - longer than himself. She’s his saviour, his only comfort in this world. What type of world was it, though? The reptilian’s yellow eyes dilate upon making contact with the setting sun, taking in a breath of the fresh air. He barely stands in the ocean, only up to his knees. Watching the sun set.
It’s almost as though something comes over him does Empirean turn around. A freeze, a coldness sweeping over his body. A chill.
Mama?
Speech was not a capability of his species, but the first thing that came to mind was his mother, who he had seen just two days ago before she’d gone to take care of a territorial threat.

Generally, the sight of a Kaiju running around full speed was pretty threatening, but being in the currently healing Dead World, there wasn’t much around to see it. Only smaller Kaiju, who even then were sparse in numbers.
He passes by the stone but eroding skeleton of his Grandmother, one he never knew. Grandmother was quite big, spanning several mountains. But as his eyes pass over her that only implores him to run faster.

And when he reaches it - the cave, he sees her.
Mama?
The noise Empirean makes is not a word by human means, but it’s low, and loud. Echoing. He leans down, sniffing the ground. Blood. So much blood. Mama is old, yes. But Worldans do not die so easily from age. Empirean knows that. Not from age alone.

He slows down to a walk and sooner or later comes face to face with the face of his Mama. Her features, slowly darkening and stilling splattered with dark red blood. It’s only clear to her that she still lives due to the occasional rise of her chest. Green eyes, barely closed. Shift to meet his yellow ones.
In silence, Empirean bellows again, this one more high pitched than the other. He can fix this. Mama can get through this. She can heal.

But his eyes pass her wounds, and he knows you’re not supposed to see ones insides on the outside. Even in pain, Mama doesn’t speak. She’s still when he turns to look back at her, and she almost seems to nod. She knows, doesn’t she?
He knows too. But he can’t accept it. Not at all.
He leans in, pressing his head against hers. He’s able to hear it all. Her heartbeat, her breathing..her breathing as it slows.
And then it all stops.

Empirean stills for about three minutes, unmoving. Not willing to pull himself away from the being that raised him. Although they didn’t see eye to eye sometimes, it’s when she’s the last one left, and he’s also the last one does one truly understand. As far as Empirean’s aware, Worldans as a species are pretty rare. Primes are going extinct. Technically extinct.
Empirean pulls himself away and raises himself up again. It could be a minute, five minutes, ten, fifteen, or even an hour that he sat there unmoving. A moment of silence.

And then he screams. A roar, out to the heavens. Out to beyond. The first was the longest - the last few roars are shorter, until he stops. Each of them echo out into the distance, and he’s sure anyone out there hears it. But he doesn’t care. With a rumble, he lowers his head and droops down, again in another moment of thought.
So he stands.
And he leaves. Empirean leaves his mother’s death grounds without another reaction.

She sat, reading and rereading the words carved into the stone. An empty, desolate feeling settled in her heart. How could she leave him here? If he had to be in an early grave, it should be back home, beneath the fertile valley soil so flowers could bloom around him. Like Portia. Jean deserved that much.
But Erika couldn’t give it to him.
“At least you finally got what you wanted,” she said, praying he could hear. “Is it as good as we expected? I hope so. You better be able to enjoy this, if I’m losing you to it.”
She drew spirals in the snow with her finger, thinking. “I already miss you. It’s only gonna get worse as time goes on. I know people say that time heals all wounds or whatever, but I don’t believe it. Time lets the poison set in until, eventually, it takes effect and destroys you. I don’t wanna be destroyed, Jean. Not anymore.
“I’m alright now. Well, better. I’m not okay, of course. I don’t think I’ll ever be. But life feels like less of a burden. Things with my dad aren’t so tense. Our regiment will disband soon. Isn’t that crazy? I always thought I’d die young and that would be that, but I get to live a normal, civilian life again.”
Her vision grew blurry as she began to cry. Voice breaking, she said in a hushed tone, “God, I wish you could live it with me.”
It took her a moment to realize that her tears weren’t the only thing making the world harder to see: it was starting to snow. The wind picked up, blowing the flakes into her face, and she wrapped her arms around herself. It was time to go. She needed to get some rest, and the cold wasn’t good for her, even in her uniform.
“Goodnight,” she whispered. She ran two trembling fingers across his name, knowing it would soon be covered by white. “And goodbye.”
With that, she stood, walked back to the fence, and climbed over it. She landed on her feet.

Spoilers on everything that requires it please. (Irish Potato)

TW for suicide (ideation, attempt, and assisted) along with mentions of rape

OH and also for domestic abuse

Nice job, Jyn.

Thanks, Dom.

Also. Freaking baby Oleander!!!!!!!!!!

Yesss I knew I had to add baby Oleander in there!

I want to write Nathaniel's death scene so I can put it here. But I still have a lot of work to do for that.