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A poem by VShe was my everything.
She was my world.
The reason I lived and Breathed.
To inhale the sweet sense of her
She smelled of the the garden.
Of outside and old books.
she taught me, many things
I was worth it.
I am me,
not everyone is perfect.
I thought she was.
She was sweet and kind.
She was beautiful.
And then I learned.
I am far from perfect.
I remember, walking home
into those doors, prepared
to see her smiling face.
And what I saw,
chilled me to the bone.
Like a flower, raising its petals
to the sun,
just after a spring storm.
Rain drops, fell down,
that sweet porcelain face.
White as the purest rose,
rain fell down,
pass rose red lips,
down, following the curve of her chin,
and dropping free,
landing with a quiet splat
on the wooden floor beneath us.
As graceful as a flower,
she turned, and sat on the chair,
facing away from me.
Like a rose, falling off the bush.
My little Rose,
sat, wilting on the petals,
and I realized,
I had caused rain t
a Look at Vallery Bents from Edvard SnipeI look at her now, tall, slim, her hair tied up to prevent it from going into her face, matured, make-up, walking arm in arm with Jason, and all I can do, is think, of all the time that has passed.
I still remember the day when John and I found her in that alley. Torn clothing, hair hanging loose, bruised and battered, only ten years old.
I remember the look on John's face, when he fell in love. Not romantic love, that was proven when he pulled her into his life as his partner and daughter.
I remember I didn't like her, her cocky attitude, how she seemed to know exactly what to say to get me mad.
And then she would fight back, until John yelled at us both.
I remember how well she got along with Stephanie, they were friends no matter the age difference.
Vallery I noticed wearing make up then.
She looked nice. But she still annoyed the hell out of me,
She managed to prove her own on Paul's farm. Fighting till near death. Showing she could help others as well, as looking after
The Scarecrow and The Artist Chapter 6She sat there for what might have been an hour.
April had moved her chair behind the professor to watch what he was doing. It had been slightly scary, especially when she had first moved, he had yelled at her.
After deciding she wasn't going to do anything, he had let her watch. Most of it had been boring, but every once and a while, there would be a small reaction with the chemicals, a color change, a small vapour, once there was an explosion of bubbles.
"You're breathing down my neck again." He snapped.
April leaned back again, only to lean forward to see what he was doing.
There was a knock on the door and they both turned. The Riddler stood in the doorway. He looked at the two of them, before clearing his throat. "The news in on."
Professor Crane placed the vials back, tiding up the small space. He took the small key to unlock the shackle and stood. April watched as he unlocked the chain, nut instead of the one around her ankle, he unlocked the one around the table leg.
Both he and
Kill Them AllKill Them All
Watch Them Burn
Fuel The Fire
Laugh With Hate
Feel The Joy
Hear Them Scream
Love Their Fear
Reject Their Hand
Kill Them All
The scarecrow and the Artist chapter 5Jonathan turned around in his seat to take a look at their captive. She was laying with her head on the desk, pencil falling out of her hand, and snoring slightly.
He sighed and pulled his mask off, and ran his fingers through his hair. It was about time she stopped crying, they didn't kidnap people, Jervis and Eddie had only kidnapped people before, Jervis had kidnapped Alice and Eddie had kidnapped Mockridge, but neither of their victims had cried or had a mental breakdown.
Jon had put up with many breakdowns, but he was always gone before they recovered. This April girl had them out of their comfort zones. Far out of their comfort zones.
After ruining his mixtures, he had decided he disliked her, but then she had managed to insult Eddie and earn sympathy from Jervis, he decided, he didn't know what to think.
He was jarred from his thoughts as the pencil fell from her hand to the floor. He bent over to pick it up, wondering what she had been doing with it. He turned back to his work
The Scarecorw and The Artist Chapter 4April opened her eyes, feeling her sinus throbbing. She blinked, wooden panels blocked her view, and she realized that she was sitting with her head on a desk.
Being calmer with out the constricting ropes, she sat up. She moved her neck, her shoulders, extended her and bent her abdomen, seeing no damage.
Then she remembered the cold around her ankle. She looked at her foot and her eyes widened at the sight of an iron shackle around her ankle.
She blinked. They had chained her to the table leg. "They chained me to the table..?" she whispered to herself. She slammed her head down on the desk's hard surface. "I'm chained to a table. I'm kidnapped, chained to a desk, locked in a room, kidnapped." She repeated. "I've been kidnapped, kidnapped by three men men, INSANE men!"
"Wrong!" A voice said behind her. She whirled around to see who had spoken.
The Riddler sitting crossed legged on the bed, his hands steepled over his cane and his head resting on them. "Insanity, is a mental di
The Scarecrow and The Artis chapter 3April groaned and opened her eyes.
Her head hurt so much that her vision was blurry. She lowered her head, the action slow and heavy as if she was moving through water
She went to move her arms to cradle her head, but something restrained her.
She blinked, bringing the room into focus. She sat facing a wall, so she craned her neck to take a look around.
The room was small and cluttered. An unmade bed sat in one of the corners of the room, while the rest of the walls were lined with desks. Some desks were bare, others stacked with paper, and others filled with lab equipment. Beakers, vials, burners containers, some with powders and chemicals, while one or two had a label stating compressed gas.
A chalkboard took up one wall and the rest had paper thumb tacked to it. Both covered in equations, diagrams, notes and scribbles that made no sense to April.
She was sitting at one of the bare desks, tied down with a rope over her arms and torso. She started panicking when she remembered the thr
TAAOJAD CH 6 Skulduggery, Sherlock, Harry and JohnFour men sat at the kitchen table playing a card game. Each one had something in common. They all were detectives. And they all wore fedoras, suits and trench-coats. Although, each one had something particular about them.
One of them, his fedora was short, sitting at a jaunty angle, with a wide brim. His suit wasn't expensive, almost as if, it was just a work suit. His trench coat, perfectly normal say for a few patches on the elbows
His name, was Detective John Bones.
Another, his fedora was tall with a short brim, pushed back on his head. His suit and coat, was old fashioned like, with small tears around the seams.
His name, was Inspector Sherlock Holmes.
The third, wore a finely tailored suit and lose trench coat, covered in mysterious stains, best quality. His fedora short but with a wide brim, pulled down over his eyes.
His name, Detective Skulduggery Pleasant.
The final man, wore a suit, that was almost blast to pieces, and full of burned holes. His pants were in-fact replaced by
The Scarecrow and The Artist Chapter 2The three men looked down at the flailing and screaming girl that the Scarecrow had just fear gassed.
Jonathan Crane looked back at his colleagues. The Riddler and The MadHatter stood behind him. Edward Nygma watched as the girl starred at nothing, green eyes filled with unseen terror. He gave a small disturbed shudder.
"This wasn't part of the plan." Jervis Tetch commented.
He looked from the girl to Jon. "What do we do with her?"
"Leave her." Edward said, grabbing Jon's upper arm. "The screaming will attract someone."
Jon shook out of Edward's grip. "No. It's only a mild dosage. It'll ware off within an hour or so. She could go the police" He looked back at the girl. "We'll kill her." He held out his hand. "Tetch, hand me your pistol."
Jervis went for the gun, but Edward stopped him. "No, that'll leave a bullet. They would track the bullet to the gun, and that's all the information The Bat needs before he'll be on our tail."
"We could always try strangulation." Jervis said, already k
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 69John refused to leave you alone for very long, not wanting you to wake up someplace unfamiliar alone, and ended up sorting through emails on his laptop in his room while you slept. He looked up when you groaned and your hand came up to rub at your forehead as you grumbled, “Merde… What-Where am I?”
“You’re in my bed,” John offered and you sighed, sitting up, “I’m sorry, Johnny. I didn’t mean to fall asleep up here. I’ll go back downstairs.”
You moved to leave, unable to stop the sharp gasp and cringe as pain rippled through your body, and John got up to ease you back down, “It’s alright, Squeak… I was actually wondering if you would stay up here with me tonight.”
“Why?” you asked warily, thinking it might be a ploy to get you to take his bed while he slept on the couch, and John wrapped his hand around yours, “You’ll be more comfortable here and then if you need anything
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 67Faint violin music resounded from the closed door to your room when John returned the next morning and he cocked his head to the side in thought before swinging it open. The room was covered in a plethora of paper animals, a good number of them cranes, and a symphony John recognized filled the air. You were sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hospital bed, your fingers busy folding yet another animal, and Sherlock was in the chair next to you with his feet kicked up on your bed and his eyes closed, violin and bow in hand.
You finished what you were working on, which turned out to be a paper balloon, filled it with air, and then threw it in Sherlock’s direction, hitting him square in the face. He stopped playing and you giggled triumphantly, “Direct hit?”
“You got lucky,” he said pursing his lips and you pouted, “Even if I did- It still hit you. Now pick a new spot… further away this time.”
Sherlock’s eyes flickered open as a
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 65Sherlock fell quiet once you were asleep, just looking over you for a moment before reaching to erase the tear tracks from your cheeks with the pad of his thumb. He should have insisted that you stay, it wouldn’t have been the first time he threw a fit to get what he wanted, or at least made you take John with you. At this moment, if he had it to do all over again, he even would have abandoned the case and gone with you himself if it saved you from this. He considered that for a moment- nothing had ever taken precedent over his cases before. It felt odd yet at the same time kind of right. Taking note of this new development, he carefully removed your fingers from his sleeve so he could get up and look around.
When his eyes fell on the little mountain of cards on your beside table, he cocked an eyebrow- he would never understand people’s need to give scraps of papers with cheesy sentiments printed on them when people were ill or injured. It certainly didn’t help with t
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 66With your brother gone, you flopped back so you were lying horizontally across the bed, hissing a curse under your breath as you felt a sharp pain shoot up your shoulder, “Putain… that bloody smarts.”
You felt Sherlock’s hand on your hip and reached out to find him again, quickly finding your hand in his as he caught it and then brought it to his lips to kiss your knuckles. You could feel his lips turn up in a smirk when you giggled and then he wove his fingers between yours as you groaned, “How much longer until tomorrow?”
“A while,” he hummed and you sighed, “I’m sorry you have to stay… I know it must be terribly boring for you.”
“I want to stay, (F/n).”
“That’s sweet, Sherly, but it doesn’t make it any less boring.”
“True. Play a game with me?”
You blinked at the ceiling a couple of times and then gave a one-shouldered shrug, “Sure. What did you have
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 68Things finally started to sink in for the three of you now that you were home. It had been easy to push away the reality of the situation and the emotions other than worry when you were unconscious in a hospital bed but everything had to be dealt with eventually.
Down the road, John gathered the little bag that held your prescriptions as he thought over what had happened. He’d almost lost you… again. The thought of what would have happened had he and Sherlock not been on their way home at that exact moment sent a shot of dread through his veins. You were his support system, his lifeline, the one person in the world he could trust with anything and everything- his best friend. At the same time you were his baby sister and it was his job to protect you and somehow he’d failed.
There was no way he could erase the guilt- if he had gone with you, if you had felt like you could come to him, if he’d noticed you hadn’t called, if, if, if… The list went on
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 71It seemed your mind was determined to torment you as a few hours later you went from peaceful to whimpering as you thrashed slightly, a layer of sweat glistening on your forehead. You jolted awake but found no relief as the darkness that loomed every time you opened your eyes made the nightmare seem unending. You rolled to your side and whimpered, trying to erase the images from your mind, before finding the floor with your feet and stumbling out to the living room.
Clinging to the door frame you quietly called, “Sherlock?”
You got no response and took a step forward, trying again as your voice grew increasingly distraught, “Sherly?”
His eyes snapped open and he blinked at you a couple of times, hoping you’d go to John if he kept quiet. No such luck, you panicked slightly and took a few quick steps into the room, a mistake since it put you in a space with nothing around you for you to get your bearings. Realizing this too late, you spun a little fra
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 70The next day was thankfully uneventful, both the boys needing a day to just process everything and you spending nearly the entire day asleep from the meds. They were both careful not to leave you alone so that when you did wake up you didn’t panic and John decided that for now he was going let Sherlock off the hook for the things you’d told him the night before since he seemed to have handled it well.
When it got late enough to go to bed you were out cold curled up in Sherlock’s chair and John worried that if he moved you he’d hurt you in someway so he made sure Sherlock was going to stay on the couch and then left you where you were for the night. He was a bit relieved when the next morning you were still sleeping in exactly the same position and that you hadn’t woken up and freaked out.
You blinked awake when he was midway through making breakfast, slipping out of the chair to slowly navigate your way into the kitchen, hugging the wall and then the count
This Life - Part 1 (Supernatural x Reader)This life had left you alone; your father was murdered by a vampire when you were only five years old. Your now single mother had been a hunter her entire life, she wanted to get out when she met your father, but now that he was gone she slowly drifted back into the life. Your mother went back to hunting, which often left you alone in hotel rooms or with one of the few friends your mother had spread out across the country. You were only twelve years old when your mother left your life forever, and you still remember it like it was yesterday.
Your mother had left you with a man named Bobby Singer while she was out on a hunt. Your mother had talked about Bobby a lot, and he seemed like a seemingly caring old guy. Your mother was never gone more than a day during her hunts, but this time around she was gone for two. You didn’t worry until Bobby had gotten a call from another hunter and the look on his face changed from casual to paling and horrified. After the call, he slowly ap
A sudden craving
Lucy sat bolt up right in the chair, her chest heaving. She had fallen asleep in the chair.
Hicks looked at her from the other chair. "You alright?"
She breathed slower. "Yeah."
Lucy looked into the fire place at the burning wood. "Vampires." She stated.
Hicks gave her a grim look. Lucy stood and looked out the window by the front door. It was pitch black outside, making two glowing yellow orbs stand out. She let out a gasp, only to realise that it was the reflection of two lit candles in the room on the table.
Hicks walked over to her. "What's the matter?"
She looked at him. "I thought I saw something." She whispered.
Hicks looked at the window and saw what she saw. "You thought you saw him didn't you?"
Lucy looked at the floor.
Hicks wrapped his arms around her and pressed her into his chest. His sent filled her nose. Sweat, dirt, booze and the faint aroma of after shave. Unlike the smell that still haunted her. Sweat, dirt, death and blood.
Lucy closed her eyes and retu
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