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<Snipped quote by Mao Mao>

What Oldie? This one?

I-I don't know what this proves. I have no clue what you are-

So, I came back for the dead to leave this oldie here.



man, why can't i decide on ONE character? WHY?!




Bars were always one of many worksites for James Pierce to do whatever the American government required. Either to listen to essential conversations, steal something from the target, or even charm them. It didn't matter what you did as long as you did the job. However, that life was over for Pierce. Instead, he was at the bar to celebrate New Year's Eve with his fiance, Cole. It was only recently that Pierce washed his hands with the government. Now, however, life was still young for him.

Pierce watched the television with only a few minutes before the ball dropped in Times Square. He didn't believe that the year -and the decade- was coming to a close. It made him reflect on everything that happened in his life. Joining the military, being subjected to experiments, working for the government, and meeting Cole. It was a rather interesting decade.

"Helloo~" Cole sang out drunkenly to his fiance. "It's almost time~."

Pierce couldn't help but smile at Cole as the crowd started counting down. Life did work in mysterious ways for someone like him. He held his lover's hand tightly, with only ten seconds left. Even with so much sin, Pierce knew that he might have found peace. While the crowd started celebrating the new decade, Pierce and Cole kissed each other to ring in the new year.

"Happy New Year, hon."

"I love you so much." Pierce proclaimed.

"I love you too."




Chicago, Illinois
Present

Issue #1.00
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗥

"I'm sorry, but he died on the way."

That was what the doctor told James Pierce after the emergency surgery. The news left him feeling numb. He had thought that he was going to break down and start crying loudly. Just like in those sappy movies that Cole always watched. Then again, Pierce wasn't normal, unlike him. Cole didn't deserve to be gunned down in broad daylight. He spent part of his life to earn his bachelor's degree in English. And he had family and friends that loved and cared for him. Pierce knew he didn't. His family cut all ties after kicking him out. Most of his military friends have either died or vanished for his life. And the only person that ever loved him was murdered.

It should have been me.

The thoughts worsened when Cole's entire family visited James despite being grief-stricken. His mother, Diana, was grateful that he was alive even known her son was gone. His siblings brought a card and flowers for his "speedy recovery." Then, his friends came by with the same things to express condolences. The visits made Pierce hate himself even more. All of them were heartbroken and devastated over Cole's death. And yet, they still took their time to visit Pierce. He didn't deserve them.

I should have died.

Forty-eight hours after being admitted to the hospital, the authorities visited Pierce for details of the drive-by. He tried to explain every single detail that he saw, heard, and felt. But his emotions got him. A day later, the news showed footage of the shooting in the hopes of finding the gunman. Pierce thought of turning the television off but kept watching instead. The footage showed him and Cole walking together during the day. He remembered parts of their last conversation and how it was cheerful. That was always Cole. Then, the car appeared in fame as the back window was going down. The footage was paused before...

Suddenly, Pierce realized that part of the car's license plate was visible. Of course, it was blurred out by the news station. And the authorities will never release the footage to the public. He turned off the television and planned on getting some sleep. The same officers came to visit two days to inform him and Cole's family (who came to visit again) that the car was found torn apart in a scrapyard. He knew what was going to happen and asked bluntly, "Is it going to be another cold case?"

The officers didn't answer and looked away ashamed. That made him angry.

A week passed since the shooting, and the authorities stopped visiting him. Pierce looked at his phone on the table and hesitated to grab it. He knew that calling him meant going back to the life he tried to leave behind. But he thought of Cole and the brief moments after the shooting occurred again and again. He had to do it. For Cole. Pierce picked up the phone and dialed a number. It took a few seconds, but a familiar voice greeted him.

<"Cole?">

<"Hey... I need a favor for you.">

<"I can't believe you're calling me, man!">

<"Yeah, me either. Look, I need you to-">

<"It's been a while since we met. I thought it was the last time that I will ever see you.">

<"I am not in the mood, David. Can you help me or not?">

<"You sound more serious than usual. Wait for a second! Does this have to do with your boy toy?">

<"David.">

<"Are you calling me to invite me to be your best man?">

<"David.">

<"I am truly honored if that's the case. Does Cole like strippers? I was thinking of doing the whole cake thing-">

<"Please stop...">

<"-with the stripper and the candles-">

<"Stop. Talking. David. I am not-">

<"-Wait! What kind of cake does he like? I am honestly hoping chocolate, but it's up to-">

<"DAVID, COLE'S FUCKING DEAD! IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT TYPE OF CAKE HE LIKES. OR IF HE LIKES STRIPPERS. OR THE WEDDING. NONE OF THAT FUCKING MATTERS ANYMORE! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A MINUTE, OKAY?!">

<"...">

<"...David.. fuck, look, I am-">

<"No... I-I am so sorry, James. I didn't know. Should've just kept my big mouth shut... [Sighs] What do you need to be done?"

<"...The authorities have footage of the incident, and I know that the car's license plate is visible. I need you to hack into the department and find Cole's killer. Can I count on you?">

<"Yeah... I will get on it immediately. Call you back once I have it. Bye.">

<"David, wait, I'm-">

The call ended before Pierce could apologize for the outburst. David was a good person and terrific hacker, but he didn't know when to shut up and listen. At least, he was helping to catch the killer. Pierce ended up placing his phone back on the table and going to sleep. He was thinking of Cole.

Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be you, Cole? You were the only good thing in my life. Now... I will be there for your family. And I will find your murder and make him suffer for an eternity. That is a promise.

The recovery process took three additional weeks before Pierce was healthy enough to leave the hospital. David said that he was going to take him home. Home. It cost him and Cole a fortune to buy, but it was worth every cent. An ideal neighborhood with amazing and kind neighbors. A perfect backyard for parties and BBQs during holidays. Better than the old cramped apartment. Now, it was going to forever be a haunting reminder of the future that Pierce will never have. A nurse greeted him with a stack of papers to sign and a wheelchair.

David was waiting outside by his van and walked towards James, who was getting up from the wheelchair. He greeted the former hacker with a light handshake. There was a sense of relief that he wasn't trapped in that hospital anymore. But he immediately noticed that David was quieter than usual. Both men entered the van, and James saw a sightly damaged license plate with a sticky note attached to it on top of the dashboard. And for the first time since seeing each other, David talked.

"Found the fucker."











I'll keep an eye on this.
In Shelter 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

𝗝𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗞𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽


Teacher's Lounge // Stockbridge Academy
While everyone was either trying to make use of the tablet legs or searching for supplies, Jaden was still eager to get out of the school. Especially with the death of their best friend on mind. They were unable to completely understand what truly happened during the stampede. But the one thing that was impossible to forget was the scream. Jaden wanted to cry and yell to the heavens; yet, they knew that doing so would have brought more trouble. So they kept their mouth shut. Until, one of the theater kids, Alex, suggested the dumb idea of staying at the school. Jaden cringed at the idea and decided to keep their mouth shut for now.

While everyone was planning their next move, Jaden was already set on getting to his vehicle. It was the golden ticket out of here. They went to sit on the ground while others were introducing themselves and discussing the next move. Then, he saw the flask from one of their classmates. The thought of alcohol usually disgusted them. But reflecting on the entire situation...

Fuck it.

Jaden stood up while someone was calling them idiots and walked towards the flask. They grabbed it and took a sip to calm their nerves. It didn't taste as bad as they were told. But it was a little warm to his liking. They paid little attention to the argument. But they assumed that everyone was planning on spending the night here. That was a dumb idea but a perfect opportunity to finally say something.

Jaden chuckled and made their way towards the rest of the group.

"Actually, I have a better plan that doesn't involve dying."

Jaden pulled out his car keys and shook them. "Six of us get to my car and leave this hellhole. It's just sitting in the parking lot with a decent tank of gas. Anyone that doesn't want to spend the night here is more than welcome to follow me."



𝗝𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗞𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽


Teacher's Lounge // Stockbridge Academy
While everyone was either trying to make use of the tablet legs or searching for supplies, Jaden was still eager to get out of the school. Especially with the death of their best friend on mind. They were unable to completely understand what truly happened during the stampede. But the one thing that was impossible to forget was the scream. Jaden wanted to cry and yell to the heavens; yet, they knew that doing so would have brought more trouble. So they kept their mouth shut. Until, one of the theater kids, Alex, suggested the dumb idea of staying at the school. Jaden cringed at the idea and decided to keep their mouth shut for now.

While everyone was planning their next move, Jaden was already set on getting to his vehicle. It was the golden ticket out of here. They went to sit on the ground while others were introducing themselves and discussing the next move. Then, he saw the flask from one of their classmates. The thought of alcohol usually disgusted them. But reflecting on the entire situation... Fuck it.

Jaden stood up while someone was calling them idiots and walked towards the flask. They grabbed it and took a sip to calm their nerves. It didn't taste as bad as they were told. But it was a little warm to his liking. They paid little attention to the argument. But they assumed that everyone was planning on spending the night here. That was a dumb idea but a perfect opportunity to finally say something.

Jaden chuckled and made their way towards the rest of the group.

"Actually, I have a better plan that doesn't involve dying."

Jaden pulled out his car keys and shook them. "Six of us get to my car and leave this hellhole. It's just sitting in the parking lot with a decent tank of gas. Anyone that doesn't want to spend the night here is more than welcome to follow me."


In Shelter 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

𝗝𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗞𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽


Teacher's Lounge // Stockbridge Academy
Jaden Knapp was the last student to enter the teacher's lounge with a crowd of classmates behind them. They were close to the incident where the PE teacher was attacked and murdered by a student. Several students nearby, including Jaden, watched as the small freshman managed to overpower Mr. Roberts in a matter of seconds. Another teacher, Mr. Stewart, called out for help while getting the students to safety. He was standing near Jaden when he was also attacked by the same student. They were accidentally shoved to the ground, hitting their head on the gym floor. A student yelled out zombie, and panic ensued. Everything else that happened afterward was a blur to Jaden.

One of their friends, Maisie Brown, helped them up and tried to escort them out of the gym. But she was overwhelmed by the stampede. Jaden tried to look for her, but the frightened crowd made finding her impossible. Her scream of agony was the last thing they heard. Things became more evident once they found themself in the hallway. Almost everyone had the same plan: get the fuck outside and leave. They were going to do the same thing until the entrance became too crowded. And with a group of inflected behind them, Jaden decided to run in a random direction.

Thankfully, they saw some classmates entering the teacher's lounge. And the rest was history.

The first few minutes were spent treating the bump on their head. But the images of Stewart and Roberts being murdered were already too much. Their best friend's death scream. And the fact that the entire school became a death trap was enough to break someone. And that was what happened. Jaden went to the corner, sat down and hugged their legs, and started to quietly sob. That was how they spent thirteen minutes, trying to process everything. Then they heard Fitz asking if someone had a plan. A plan on getting out of this room.

That was when Jaden remembered the SUV that they brought after getting their driver's license. They finally got up from the ground and headed towards the sink for some water. They needed some water badly. After taking a few long sips and turning off the faucet, Jaden turned towards Fitz and got her attention. "I-I still have keys to my SUV. It's just in the parking lot, we can get out of... But wait, it can only fit six people, including me. There... are too many people here. And the main entrance was too crowded for me to leave..."

Jaden leaned against the counter and realized that they were indeed stuck in this small room with ten other people. They looked around and chuckled as they started to cry again. "We're fucked, aren't we?"


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