On the tenth day of Christmas...
...I was still going. Maybe I should have posted my dyslexia essay. Unfortunately this category was not 10 things that cause thesoulofchaos to despair...it's a bit of a specific prompt.
Fandom: Resident Evil
Rating: PG
Word Count: 129
In downtime - any moment where he could stop for a while and recuperate - Chris checked his equipment. It was probably a leftover habit from the army, but he was okay with that because it was good one.
Checking calmed him down. He could concentrate on his breathing, on his pulse, on his spiking levels of anxiety, and bring them back towards baseline.
Whatever the hell baseline was for a zombie apocalypse.
It was never quite a sense of calm because he could never lose himself in the action of checking, always needing to have his senses reaching out into the darkness to forewarn him on any danger, but it was as close as he was going to get.
And not-quite-calm was what he needed to stay alive out here.
Fandom: Primeval
Rating: PG
Word Count: 105
Helen was his wife, and Cutter knew his wife.
Knew being in the past tense now of course, because the woman in front of him wielding a gun was so far removed from the woman that he married.
Cutter had already tried arguing. It was all they had done since she came back through the anomalies. She had gone in one person and come out another, like an alien wearing his wife’s face.
Cutter knew she was dangerous when she came back, but he was just so relieved to see her again that he didn't get out of the way. That was his biggest mistake.
Fandom: Gears of War
Rating: PG
Word Count: 153
Marcus saw them coming from a mile off, even before his defenses alerted him to intruders on his property.
Was it right to refer to his own son as an intruder?
Marcus got his Lancer from the side and checked the oil and bullets. Some might call him over cautious but if there was one thing that Marcus had learnt, it was that James’s surprise visits were only ever to be taken as the first sign of danger.
James didn’t make social calls.
It did occur to Marcus - just briefly - that he could easily slip into the tunnels and disappear, leaving James and Del to deal with whatever shit they had gotten themselves into this time. He sat down on the chair and set his Lancer down at his side. He might be an ornery old git, but he wasn’t a complete git.
Even if his son was a pain in the backside.
Fandom: Bully
Rating: PG
Word Count: 180
Pete glanced up from his English book, peered over the top of pages covered in scribbles and tears, to get another look at the new boy in the dorms.
Jimmy Hopkins was bad for him, Pete didn’t need anyone else to tell him that. One look at the boy and everyone could see trouble and danger coiled up in an angry coil. Pete glanced at Gary - sat at the table next to him - and thought about how he really should be trying to avoid trouble.
Except Jimmy didn’t look like that sort of trouble. He looked like scraps and cursing and stubborness. He also looked like honesty and fairness and decency - especially if you imagined him without the scowl. Jimmy looked like the sort of trouble you wanted to get involved with because it was probably for a good cause at the end.
Jimmy looked like the sort of trouble that Pete wanted to get involved with.
He returned his eyes to the book with a blush, and hoped that everyone else was too engrossed in their poetry to notice.
Fandom: Wentworth
Rating: PG
Word Count: 149
Summary: Liz just can’t understand why the others cannot see the danger in provoking Bea and she can…
Liz pushed the door to her room shut and leant against it. She couldn’t decide who was more stupid - Frankie or Jacs.
Didn’t they know what they were doing? Surely they had to know that there was a streak in Bea that should be left well alone lest they unleash something they couldn’t control.
If they pushed too hard - and Liz suspected that they might - then the whole of Wentworth would see a side to Bea that had so far been locked down.
The side that had snapped after enduring years and years of abuse, the side that had kept her alive after every punch and every slap, the side that had strapped her abusive shit of a husband into a car and shoved a hoseful of exhaust through the window... Liz leant her head back against the door.
God help them all if they brought out that side.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG
Word Count: 146
Summary: Buffy tries to describe her sense of danger to Willow.
“It's not like I get these visions or anything”, Buffy sat cross legged opposite Willow on the grass, “It's like another sense, this tingle in my brain”.
“Like the spidey sense”, Willow asked.
“Exactly, except less latex”, Buffy said, “I don't always know why it's been set off but it just prepares me”.
“See, if I had that then none of the stuff with Malcolm would have happened”, Willow sighed. Buffy hoped she kept her face unresponsive as she thought of her last school and how a sense of danger had not always prevented her from running headfirst into said danger.
“Everyone can miss the signs though”, Buffy fiddled with a blade of grass, “or you can misread who or where it's coming from.”
“I guess”, Willow sighed, then a smile tugged at her lips, “Did Cordelia set off your spidey sense?”
“Oh yeah, big time”
Fandom: Never Alone
Rating: PG
Word Count: 78
Nuna knows the snow is dangerous. Worse than that it masks other perils beneath sparkles and cotton wool. Chasms and bears, the spirits of the night and the shifting of ice. One mid-step would end in disaster.
Nuna has Fox though and he keeps her safe. He talks to nature, the language just beyond Nuna’s grasp and they whisper back, warning him of dangers ahead.
As long as Nuna stays with Fox, she knows she will be safe.
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 144
Summary: Merlin needs to be careful, he knows the danger of being caught using magic but sometimes it slips his mind.
It's silly and childish, born from his stupid misplaced crush. Merlin knew he was playing a dangerous game, almost encouraging Arthur to find out the truth. Gaius had been very firm about using magic near the prince. To save life and limb it was okay. Everything else should be kept far from the watchful gaze of the Pendragon men.
It had started out silly, innocent. He just wanted to cheer Arthur up. What was one little conjuration anyway? Arthur hadn't realised it wasn't just a gift from an admirer so what was the harm? Of course one became more and small sparks of magic got bigger.
It was almost addictive to see Arthur happy and before Merlin knew it he was pushing the boundaries, daring Arthur to catch him in the act.
He knew it wouldn't end well but he couldn't seem to stop.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating: PG
Word Count: 175
Summary: At every turn there’s danger and Stiles is becoming increasingly aware of how human he is.
Werewolves could be killed.
Of course Stiles already knew that. Sort of. Well, he could have guessed if he had ever really thought about it. Except he didn't because he was too busy being, you know, stunned by the fact that werewolves existed.
He had gotten so engrossed in reading all about werewolves - and demons and banshees and mummies and a million other myths and legends - that he almost forgot that this was now a part of his very real life.
Something like that still seemed like it belonged in a movie.
The first time he saw a werewolf die, Stiles couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know them but that didn’t matter because he watched the life disappear from eyes that had a moment earlier been powerful. He felt vulnerable in comparison. What was in comparison but soft, human flesh ready to be torn apart? How long would it be before his own mortality caught up to him? At first the questions had kept him awake at night.
Now he just couldn’t sleep for the nightmares.
Fandom: Malory Towers/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2480
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Fandom: Resident Evil
Rating: PG
Word Count: 129
In downtime - any moment where he could stop for a while and recuperate - Chris checked his equipment. It was probably a leftover habit from the army, but he was okay with that because it was good one.
Checking calmed him down. He could concentrate on his breathing, on his pulse, on his spiking levels of anxiety, and bring them back towards baseline.
Whatever the hell baseline was for a zombie apocalypse.
It was never quite a sense of calm because he could never lose himself in the action of checking, always needing to have his senses reaching out into the darkness to forewarn him on any danger, but it was as close as he was going to get.
And not-quite-calm was what he needed to stay alive out here.
Fandom: Primeval
Rating: PG
Word Count: 105
Helen was his wife, and Cutter knew his wife.
Knew being in the past tense now of course, because the woman in front of him wielding a gun was so far removed from the woman that he married.
Cutter had already tried arguing. It was all they had done since she came back through the anomalies. She had gone in one person and come out another, like an alien wearing his wife’s face.
Cutter knew she was dangerous when she came back, but he was just so relieved to see her again that he didn't get out of the way. That was his biggest mistake.
Fandom: Gears of War
Rating: PG
Word Count: 153
Marcus saw them coming from a mile off, even before his defenses alerted him to intruders on his property.
Was it right to refer to his own son as an intruder?
Marcus got his Lancer from the side and checked the oil and bullets. Some might call him over cautious but if there was one thing that Marcus had learnt, it was that James’s surprise visits were only ever to be taken as the first sign of danger.
James didn’t make social calls.
It did occur to Marcus - just briefly - that he could easily slip into the tunnels and disappear, leaving James and Del to deal with whatever shit they had gotten themselves into this time. He sat down on the chair and set his Lancer down at his side. He might be an ornery old git, but he wasn’t a complete git.
Even if his son was a pain in the backside.
Fandom: Bully
Rating: PG
Word Count: 180
Pete glanced up from his English book, peered over the top of pages covered in scribbles and tears, to get another look at the new boy in the dorms.
Jimmy Hopkins was bad for him, Pete didn’t need anyone else to tell him that. One look at the boy and everyone could see trouble and danger coiled up in an angry coil. Pete glanced at Gary - sat at the table next to him - and thought about how he really should be trying to avoid trouble.
Except Jimmy didn’t look like that sort of trouble. He looked like scraps and cursing and stubborness. He also looked like honesty and fairness and decency - especially if you imagined him without the scowl. Jimmy looked like the sort of trouble you wanted to get involved with because it was probably for a good cause at the end.
Jimmy looked like the sort of trouble that Pete wanted to get involved with.
He returned his eyes to the book with a blush, and hoped that everyone else was too engrossed in their poetry to notice.
Fandom: Wentworth
Rating: PG
Word Count: 149
Summary: Liz just can’t understand why the others cannot see the danger in provoking Bea and she can…
Liz pushed the door to her room shut and leant against it. She couldn’t decide who was more stupid - Frankie or Jacs.
Didn’t they know what they were doing? Surely they had to know that there was a streak in Bea that should be left well alone lest they unleash something they couldn’t control.
If they pushed too hard - and Liz suspected that they might - then the whole of Wentworth would see a side to Bea that had so far been locked down.
The side that had snapped after enduring years and years of abuse, the side that had kept her alive after every punch and every slap, the side that had strapped her abusive shit of a husband into a car and shoved a hoseful of exhaust through the window... Liz leant her head back against the door.
God help them all if they brought out that side.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG
Word Count: 146
Summary: Buffy tries to describe her sense of danger to Willow.
“It's not like I get these visions or anything”, Buffy sat cross legged opposite Willow on the grass, “It's like another sense, this tingle in my brain”.
“Like the spidey sense”, Willow asked.
“Exactly, except less latex”, Buffy said, “I don't always know why it's been set off but it just prepares me”.
“See, if I had that then none of the stuff with Malcolm would have happened”, Willow sighed. Buffy hoped she kept her face unresponsive as she thought of her last school and how a sense of danger had not always prevented her from running headfirst into said danger.
“Everyone can miss the signs though”, Buffy fiddled with a blade of grass, “or you can misread who or where it's coming from.”
“I guess”, Willow sighed, then a smile tugged at her lips, “Did Cordelia set off your spidey sense?”
“Oh yeah, big time”
Fandom: Never Alone
Rating: PG
Word Count: 78
Nuna knows the snow is dangerous. Worse than that it masks other perils beneath sparkles and cotton wool. Chasms and bears, the spirits of the night and the shifting of ice. One mid-step would end in disaster.
Nuna has Fox though and he keeps her safe. He talks to nature, the language just beyond Nuna’s grasp and they whisper back, warning him of dangers ahead.
As long as Nuna stays with Fox, she knows she will be safe.
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 144
Summary: Merlin needs to be careful, he knows the danger of being caught using magic but sometimes it slips his mind.
It's silly and childish, born from his stupid misplaced crush. Merlin knew he was playing a dangerous game, almost encouraging Arthur to find out the truth. Gaius had been very firm about using magic near the prince. To save life and limb it was okay. Everything else should be kept far from the watchful gaze of the Pendragon men.
It had started out silly, innocent. He just wanted to cheer Arthur up. What was one little conjuration anyway? Arthur hadn't realised it wasn't just a gift from an admirer so what was the harm? Of course one became more and small sparks of magic got bigger.
It was almost addictive to see Arthur happy and before Merlin knew it he was pushing the boundaries, daring Arthur to catch him in the act.
He knew it wouldn't end well but he couldn't seem to stop.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating: PG
Word Count: 175
Summary: At every turn there’s danger and Stiles is becoming increasingly aware of how human he is.
Werewolves could be killed.
Of course Stiles already knew that. Sort of. Well, he could have guessed if he had ever really thought about it. Except he didn't because he was too busy being, you know, stunned by the fact that werewolves existed.
He had gotten so engrossed in reading all about werewolves - and demons and banshees and mummies and a million other myths and legends - that he almost forgot that this was now a part of his very real life.
Something like that still seemed like it belonged in a movie.
The first time he saw a werewolf die, Stiles couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know them but that didn’t matter because he watched the life disappear from eyes that had a moment earlier been powerful. He felt vulnerable in comparison. What was in comparison but soft, human flesh ready to be torn apart? How long would it be before his own mortality caught up to him? At first the questions had kept him awake at night.
Now he just couldn’t sleep for the nightmares.
Fandom: Malory Towers/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2480
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