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But it was never that simple. Something always happened, something that would set off the domino effect that came with being a hero; that came with getting nose to nose with madmen - murderers, for heaven's sake - for sending children to do an adult's job. An adult with half a life time worth of training and ohdeargod how could they not have expected this? Well, of course they expected the children to get hurt and bruised, burnt and broken but never this bad, never this horrible never ( ... )
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*sniffles* OP will come back when she is less overwhelmed. And she thanks you because she kindasorta likes both her kidneys, but she will definitely buy you that drink in another year. And she doesn't care if you update only once a month, as long as you get to the end somehow.
Clarification: OP may be too overwhelmed to write a proper, long, deserving review right now, or to stop talking in third person, but she still loves this fill beyond all reason.
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I'm really glad you like it. I am madly inspired and will soon have another part up, it's 2 am right now though but I will proofread and update when I wake up and hopefully the inspiration sticks. I love this prompt and will try my hardest! ò_ó Determined anon is determined!
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Wally is pacing around the room like he's been doing for the past half hour, only to him it has been so much longer than that. When every second stretches vast as an hour, the pain and the worry and the what if I'd been there he was right there I should have done more I should have done enough why is it never enough -- it becomes too much for him to handle. He tries to slow his mind down but there is nothing stopping the imagery playing - taunting him - in his head.
Wally wipes his eyes, though dry he hopes to rub the tiredness away. His every muscle is screaming, twitching in pain and his body is begging him to sit down. But Wally can't rest, Wally can't stop, can't stop thinking, wondering if maybe there was something, anything they could have done to preventt this ( ... )
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''He's not dead.'' he repeats again and again, trying to evoke a response, trying to gain some reassurance. Trying to tell if they feel the same. ''He can't be, he - ''
''Would you shut up?!'' Artemis has risen out of the couch and is looking at him, glaring at him as if all she wants in her life is to rip his jaw right off its hinges. Like she wants nothing more than for him to just shut the hell up. She needs his words to stop because every time he tries to reassure himself that their friend is still alive it only pushes the feeling of the contrary deeper into her gut; it solidifies the fear already gnawing at her spine ( ... )
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The long and slender fingers - like spiderlegs, ready to crawl over him and devour him and - Robin tries to breathe, tries to stay calm and focused; remember what Batman told him, remember what he taught him, remember who he is but it hurts so much and Robin can't remember the mantra he was supposed to repeat. He can't remember how he was supposed to go into the trance, away from the pain and sheltered in a blanket of comfortable nothingness because the man is pulling his finger - his broken finger which hurts so much it's as if it is trying to burn itself off and separate from the rest of his body. Robin can't blame it as when the next finger breaks he wants to do the same.
Craa-ack.He lets out a gasp but bites back the scream and the sweat is pooling all over his forehead; his mask feels sticky and heavy yet safe at the same time and brief panic washes over Robin as he realizes the man could pull it off at any given second ( ... )
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Thanks for the lovely words! More is a-coming.
brb typing like a mad person
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