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Stranded/Lost One Shot

Prompt: Stranded/Lost

Fandom: Original Work

Jane ran through backyards glancing over her shoulders. She could hear a car driving down the street, and she prayed that it was just a resident of the neighborhood.

She continued running through the backyards until she ran into a road. She stopped and sat down on the front yard of some large house.

Headlights turned down the road, and Jane’s heart started to race.

Was it them? She got to her feet.

As the car got closer, it started to slow down.

It was them.

Jane turned to the house on her left and ran into the backyard. She started running through the yards again. This time she knew that the car that she heard was them.

Jane stopped. She could hear the car continue on, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking around she tried to get her bearings, but she didn’t recognize anything.

Sitting down she cradled her head in her hands.

It started out as a normal day. She had gone to work and went home. That’s when she got a text from her boss asking her to come and grab some product to take to the warehouse. Just a normal errand. She asked her to do it all the time.

She showed up at the house and knocked on the door. No one answered, so she opened the door and went inside like she usually does.

She walked down the stairs to her boss’s office, and that’s when it got weird.

The door was open, which was never the case, and she could hear multiple voices in the room.

“We want the product moved right now.” A gruff voice carried out to the hallway.

“Like I said it will be.” Jane’s boss sounded confident like she had done this previously.

“What about the cops on our backs?”

“I have a plan in place. I have asked one of my employees to carry the product to the warehouse. If it is found, it won’t have any evidence pointing to us. Only to her. We will be in the clear.”

The scrape of a chair being pushed back startled Jane. That was her they were talking about. She backed up and started waling back up the stairs.

The office door was pushed open, and the gruff voice yelled, “Hey who are you?”

Jane didn’t know what to do so she started running. She pulled the front door open and ran down the street. She could hear the gruff voice and her boss yelling at her. Then a car started, and it pealed out of the driveway.

She turned to her right and ran into the backyard, then kept running.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts she looked around again and tried to notice some landmarks that would clue her in on where she was, no luck. She was lost. That’s when she saw the light.

The light shone between the two houses. Hesitantly she approached the light.

A voice echoed between the buildings, and she froze. It was the gruff voice that she had heard in the basement.

She quietly started backing up.

The voice started getting closer until she could see the figure past the corner of the house.

That’s when she turned and ran.

The gruff voice yelled “Stop.”, but she didn’t want to.

“Don’t worry. She doesn’t know where to go. We will find her again.” Her boss’s voice echoed, and Jane felt the pit in her stomach grow bigger.

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Superkiddos Part 1

A reading of @sonialiao “Superkiddos” fancomic. Follow this link to read more: http://sonialiao.tumblr.com/post/172092046264

The Supersons encounter an enemy that threatens to tear them apart: Meep Meeps, the newest fad hitting the country! When Damian gets kidnapped, however, his friend Colin must reach out to Superboy to help get their little Robin back…

No Copyright Infringement Intended. Transformative work. Fanwork. Audio track made with Audacity. Video made with VideoPad Video Editor.

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Prompt: “Hi!! I’m a big fan of your Spider-Man fics!! My birthday is on the 20th and I was wondering if you’d write a fic with a really disoriented Peter (concussion or fever whatever you prefer) and tony trying to get through to him to calm him down. Maybe in the process Peter opens up about really feeling guilty about Ben. If not no worries!!”

What is up with you guys and the sad Uncle Ben requests?? It’s like you guys want to suffer? [soft whispers] who hurt you??

Lol, ask and you shall receive. Happy Birthday @ijustlovecfa!! (Won’t let me tag you, sweets.)

I think I’m going to go with concussion for this one since I just did a fever-related Uncle Ben one!

It’s a minor miscalculation, a slight shift in his arm that makes the web miss the light post he was aiming for, and it’s just enough to have Peter falling to the ground, his head smacking hard against the pavement below him.

He blacks out almost instantly, but he’s only out for a few seconds because a gripping wave of nausea brings him back to consciousness with just enough time to lift up on shaking elbows, push his mask up just past his nose, and roll over, heaving onto the road.

The sounds of his own gagging appear muffled; in fact, the sounds of the battle around him sound far away, as if he’s hearing them while emerged in water. There’s only a prominent ringing sound piercing through the muted sounds around him, and when his stomach settles, he flops back down onto his back, huffing as he watches the sky above him spin.

“Tony, Peter’s down!”

Peter frowns; the voice in his ear is far too loud, as if it’s competing with the ringing.

“What? Peter, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Peter wants to reply because he knows the second voice is addressing him directly, but there’s a pressure building in his head, feeling as if his head’s going to split into two, and while he can hear the words and process the words, he can’t seem to get his mouth to form a coherent reply. He only manages out a muffled groan in response.

“Shit. Cap, cover me? I’ve gotta get to him.”

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Sophia Pt. 2

Prompt: Grabbed by the Hair

Fandom: Original Work

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Part 1

Sophia sat huddled in the corner of her cell.

After Ray had beat her up the guards came back in and let her down from the chains. Then there were the interrogations, or rather Ray would come in every few hours and ask the same question.

Where is Evan?

Sophia wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling them closer to her body. She rested her head on her knees and almost drifted off to sleep when she heard the lock click.

Keeping her head on her knees, she could hear footsteps walking towards her. She felt a rough hand grab her hair and pull her to her feet.

Sophia started clawing at his hand as she made eye contact with Ray.

“Are you going to ask me where Evan is again?” Sophia said wincing.

“Are you going to tell me where he is?”

Sophia stared back at him. “Why do you need to know? Why can’t you just let us live in peace?”

He pulled up harder, and Sophia winced. “Because as long as he is alive, he could take everything away from me. And I am not going to let that happen.”

“Like you did to him?” she continued clawing at his hand.

His grip tightened, and he pulled up harder.

“He didn’t deserve any of this. He was just a kid when his parents died, and he would have ruined everything if he had taken over.”

“So you turned his family against him. He had just lost his parents, and you took away his support system.”

Ray let go of her hair and turned away from her. “He did that to himself. No one else trusted him. I was doing them a favor.”

“You were just doing what would benefit you. You don’t care about anyone, but yourself.”

He turned back and glared at her.

“Where is Evan?”

“I don’t know if you have realized this, but I won’t tell you where he is.”

Ray turned, grabbing her arm and pulled her close. “I don’t think you realize that you will. Just give me a few more days.”

He pushed her back, and she fell back into the corner.

“Think about that. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He flashed her a large grin and slammed the door behind him.

“Where it matters.”