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Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

So the Coven was definitely going on Schmidt's ship. He knows the girls don't listen to reason much, but he had to try anyway. At the very least so they know someone in the group will be heartbroken if anything happened to them. Vashti agreed with him. It's a first that someone cared about what he had to say and saw it the way he did. For the little time she's been here he knows she cares. He likes that a lot. Does she gets attached to people easily like him? No one else had anything to say about her storming off, even though she's right. Kayla's probably in the wind. She always had an separate agenda than the rest of them. He's not properly processed Elise's death or Babylon getting away with murder. It's a lot more than he bargained for. He picked up his crutches and got off Madison's truck.

"I'll stick with Emily and Vashti. Be safe. We're a call away if you need us." He slowly hobbled away from the group and into the hospital. It took him twenty minutes to get from the parking garage to Emily's room. The hospital is not travel friendly for the physically disabled, even if his condition is temporary. He knocked on the door, then came into the room, closing the door behind him. Emily didn't look any better, just pale, sickly, and like she was dying. He hoped she didn't. Not when they've already lost someone important to the group. He sat in a car near her bedside next to Vashti, he placed the crutches on the floor beside him.

"You know, I remember the last thing Elise did for me. She saved me from the FBI. She was a good kid. Not really social, but eager to study Extra-Humans like I am. I thought maybe we could have learned more together, but that didn't happen. The mess we get ourselves into." He sighed tiredly. "I hope she knew I cared for her and was thankful she saved me. I did thank her for it, but a lot of things in the Coven gets said and it'd hard to tell when it's genuine or if it's disingenuous."

He looked at Vashti, smile so strained it hurt his face to pretend he's okay so he stopped and really got a good look at her beat up appearance. He hadn't really thought about her getting stabbed by Outsider. She could've lost her life too. He grabbed her hand and held it tight. "I won't make excuses for the others, but know that I don't think you're wrong to be upset and frustrated. It won't get better with this group, but you won't find another place with people as eclectic, sometimes judgmental, and as honest as they are. They don't say everything, but everything they mean is on their faces. I know it's a lot, but I hope you stay."

Recollections: The Othergrounds [Complete]

Through hell and back again he's been through and at the end of his adventure he ends up back where he started. Silver Creek, WA. Stacey stood on his lawn, the lights in his house were on and it was late at night. His guitar case was on his back, bags were under his eyes, and he looked ragged and unkempt. Not the worst he's ever looked, but definitely like shit regardless. The door opened, out ran his father, arms wide; he took him in his arms and squeezed him tight. Stacey felt his father's relief, but he couldn't feel the same way. While monsters are worse than home he felt better off with them, because wasn't he a monster himself? A creation that wasn't meant to be born. Someone abused, worthless, useless, and generally unpleasant to be around? Sounds like him. His father let him go, behind him the rest of his family came out of the house, including Sandy and golden brown skinned girl with long curly hair and freckles.

"I'm so happy you're okay. My boy." Stacey glanced at his father, eyes empty, and apathetic. Like he cared before.

"Where the hell you been, bud? We missed you." Brodie hugged him next, his smile and happiness a perverse version of what Stacey knew he truly felt for him. Hatred, contempt, punk ass punching bag. Then Bradie, his mother was next, cold as usual, but she feigned at being happy he's back. All the while the ghosts of his tormentors whispered in his ear the truth behind their lies.

"Come inside, Stacey." They led him inside the bright house. Nothing changed on the inside. The door to his basement studio was still locked like he left it. He remembered the key was in a pocket in his case.

"Stacey, you look like shit." Sandy tried to play off as her usual self, but the girl behind her elbowed her in the side. "I mean, you look like you went through a lot. It's good to have you back." Well that's different. Surprised she didn't call him a pussy.

"I'm Teagan, Sandy's girlfriend." The new girl held out her hand, smile bright and beautiful and everything Sandy wasn't. How's that far? He's gone for a few days and Sandy moves on to someone new? Someone he can tell is better than him in every way. That's not fair. That's not fair.That's. Not. FAIR! His guitar glowed in his bag. Everyone jumped back. The bags under his eyes turned red, his composure he barely kept together came undone. They questioned what the hell was going on with him and what happened the last few months. He took his case off his back, gently pulled his guitar out, blue sigils circled the instrument. He played a few cords and sung along.

My heart torn to pieces
My fears became real
Yet you're here happy and safe
While I had to waste away
Those that deserve to be all that I wish
Stone is your place now
You won't be missed
May the world end so you may live again.

Everyone, but Teagan turned to stone. She backed away from him terrified. Like he cared. He went up to the statue of his brothers and pushed them over. They shattered. No happy ending for them. Next he went to his mother, her face as beautiful as always. Nothing changed, even frozen like this. He knocked her over. He went to Sandy next. The person he loved more than he ever loved himself, and hated less than he hates himself.

"I'll be famous one day and when they ask where my first EP got it's inspiration I'll tell them it was about you. My first love and greatest hell. That's all you'll ever get from me." He pushed her over, but Teagan stopped him.

"Please, don't. She changed while you were gone. She doesn't deserve to be broken."

Stacey laughed for the first time in a long time. Loud, hysterical, pealing laughter. "You can't break the broken, but I'll spare her. She'll never be free, so there goes my burden."

Oddly enough the ghosts disappeared along with Stacey from Silver Creek to wherever the wind took him next.

Recollections: The Othergrounds [Complete]

I'm getting big gay energy from Odessa and Penny. Is this a ship that will be explored in later installments of the universe?

[On hold, Will return]

It's plausible that he did. My uncle's father has three half brothers that are also cousins 'cause his father was hoe enough to fuck three sisters.

[On hold, Will return]

Are Sabrina and Oscar siblings and cousins?

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

During the hospital visit Herik stayed by Emily's side as much as he could. She couldn't speak for herself, so someone had to and the only relative he knew she had was her sister who was unconscious in the same hospital. Once Emily was taken care of he allowed them to see to his injuries. The bite marks were patched up with bandages and he was prescribed anti-infection medication, just in case, and pain killers. Unfortunately, his right leg had a minor fracture and had to be wrapped up in a cast. Not how he wanted to come out of this, but it was better than losing his life. He'd gotten a shirt out of his car before the ambulance arrived, but it didn't help his beat up appearance.

He leaned against Madison's SUV, his crutches beside him, most of his weight was on his left leg. He wanted to go to bed, but what just happened needed to be discussed, especially if Schmidt decides to try again. Special Agent Obott pointed out Schmidt might be on his yacht that's right in the harbor, Herik didn't like where this was going. They weren't in any condition for round two. He knows when to get out of a fight and save it for the next tournament better than before. This wasn't the time.

"You're not suggesting we attack him right now, are you? We're not in any condition for another fight. We don't know what else he has up his sleeve. The Outsider was bad, but what if he's got another thing like it? We'd die this time." One of their own was dead, Emily's in critical condition, and the rest of them needed rest.

[On hold, Will return]

I'm sad, but it'll give me more time to work on my sheet.

[On hold, Will return]

Did James leave behind an inheritance and split it between the children? If so, is there a difference between what the biological children and the adopted children get? With the biological children is there a difference between legitimate and illegitimate?

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Herik hadn't expected the FBI to be concerned with the Coven, even though they were here to help this time. They were late. Patching them up must be the next best thing. He couldn't walk the entire park to find their lost members, but he could ride Asta to find them. He stood up and carefully swung his injured leg over the beast's back and settled, ready to go when the woman in charged looked up at the Ferris Wheel. There was a large black dog staring at them. The Hound she said. So that's what it looked like. Herik didn't feel anything from this creature. No emotion at all. That's concerning. He didn't like it one bit. There's been a causality she said. No. One of them or more can't be dead. Herik patted Asta's side to get moving. Maybe he can save them before it's too late.

Asta moved towards the FBI van, passed it was the parking lot where Emily said she was going to go. Vashti appeared from around it. She's alive! Okay. That's one down. Happy, he rode up to her, smiling wide.

"I'm glad you're okay." As she could be with her clothes in tethers and bleeding. "Let them help you and we'll talk later. I still want to talk about Leviathan."

Hound came down in front of Lyss, huge, imposing and dangerous. It said Elise died. No. She saved him from the FBI before and he never got the chance to return the favor. Tears welled in his eyes, but he didn't cry. Babylon did this. He's not surprised. But if she's gone, then where's a her previous host? This has to be why Emily never came back. He followed behind the Hound to where Elise's body should be, but wasn't. Instead, Emily lay on the ground, injured, bloody, and unconscious.

"Emily!" He rode to her and carefully climbed off Asta's back. He took off his shirt and slipped it over her head and down. It fit like a baggy dress on her, but it's better than being nude.

"I don't think the FBI can patch her up. We should take her to the hospital just in case." He couldn't pick her up with his bad leg, but he tried anyway and nearly succeeded not dropping her on a bad leg. "We should all go. Izzy can only do such much to heal all of us." He said to Lyss.

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Krisana Herrera

Krisana sat on the table of the booth she occupied throughout the week. Her legs were crossed, her hands on her knees, earbuds in her ears playing calming music in Spanish from her iPod. She'd taken up meditating to keep it together and there was no better time to do it when she now had the time to waste. Her tongue salivated from her sweet craving and she was minutes away from freaking out about her mother possibly being dead, but she tried to meditate it all away. She had her moment when she couldn't reach her mother at the start of the pandemic. She boarded up the shop, then followed the small group here. Honey Sugar was a few shops down the road and would be an easy trip to get her poison, but she wouldn't go alone and she couldn't ask anyone else to make a suicide run with her for sweets. That'd be a stupid thing to die for. She's settled for drinking tea with a lot of sugar in to satisfy that need for fruity flavors.

"Morning everyone." She called out. Around her, her pandemic companions got ready for breakfast. Pots and pans clung together from the kitchen, the scent of coffee was strong, and her stomach growled. Yeah she needed to eat. The radio crackled from the counter top. Another morning run of a supposed safe haven near Maumee River. She doesn't know much about radios, but she's sure it's a repeated recording. The voice doesn't fluctuate when the person speaks. It's said the exact same way it has been for the last few days. If the recording is scheduled, then there's a chance they're nothing waiting for them if they leave.

Krisana climbed down from the table and sat in a stool at the counter in front of Karen after the broadcast. "Are we going to attempt to leave today? The longer we wait the more chance there's nothing waiting for us a the camp."