Fandoms 26 - 30
Fandom: Dead Island
Rating: PG
Word Count: 185
[Spoiler (click to open)]“You and I, Charlie, that’s all we need. Just us two”, Marion rocked from her heels to her toes and back again. Back and forth, back and forth. She might have felt sick from the movement if there wasn’t that constant cloud of confusion that seemed to only get heavier as the day got warmer and the sun rose higher.
She leant forward and peered out the door, she couldn’t see anyone. Or should she be saying anything? They weren’t human anymore, those things that were running around killing everyone. Running, walking, crawling…
“I know we need to get going Charlie, head towards that helicopter that’s taking people back to the mainland”, she whispered to her companion, “But all I’ve got is a baseball bat and that one molotov. I don’t think it will get us far?” She listened again.
“You’re right”, she sighed, “If we stay here we’ll only get eaten”. She peered out the door one final time and took a steadying breath.
“Make or break time Charlie”, and she grabbed the stuffed bear off the floor beside her and took off running.
Fandom: Dying Light
Rating: 12
Word Count: 300
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“That the runners that we’ve lost so far?”, Tyler looked at the marks scarred into the wall in crosses, initials following each one. No-one answered him. He was used to that. He was the new kid. Runner twelve.
They all called each other by their numbers. It made it easier apparently. Tyler kinda thought it just made it easier to forget that they were all human. But he still followed their rules. Was taking some getting used to though, responding to “Twelve”.
He ran his finger tips over the crosses, counted them off in his head and smiled sadly. He tried not to wonder how they had died. In their line of work it was just as likely that they had fallen off a building as it was they were eaten alive. Neither were high on his list of ways to go.
That said, dying surrounded by adoring great grand-children was seeming less and less likely these days.
“You gonna go get a new assignment or just stand there all day?”, and that was the other thing about being the new guy. Tyler always had to go to the boss first.
Always had to accept the worst assignments first.
Sure it was meant to be a perk of being a veteran, but as Tyler couldn’t help but think that giving the crappiest jobs with the highest likelihood of getting eaten to the new guy was a sure fire way of making sure that the job didn’t get end up getting finished.
Maybe they figured that if they threw enough bodies at it, eventually it would work itself out.
Tyler stopped at the door to the boss’s room and allowed himself a wry smile. Like he had said - numbers made it easier for everyone to forget they were human.
Fandom: Rizzoli and Isles/Person of Interest
Rating: PG
Word Count: 278
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“Stop it”, Moira could sound an awful lot like a teacher when she wanted to. Not the awkward, trying to be hip ones either. The ones that didn’t care if you hated them, they were going to drag your ass through school kicking and screaming to some sort of qualification whether you wanted it or not…but Jane had gotten sidetracked by her thoughts again.
“I can’t help it.”, she glanced over her shoulder as they rounded another corner, “It doesn’t bother you?” Moira shrugged,
“Logically, I’ve always known that whenever I’m out in public someone’s watching. There’s so many CCTV cameras and surveillance systems in America”, Moira readjusted her handbag, “Not to mention all the videos people take on their phones, appearing in the backgrounds of selfies…”
“Gee, just making me feel so much better”, Jane grumbled.
“My point is, at least we know that Reese and Finch are on our side”
“Are they?”, Jane grabbed Moira’s arm, then pulled back and thought better of it and carried on walking, “We shouldn’t be talking about this here”.
“You really are becoming quite paranoid Jane”, Moira had that look on her face, the concerned one that made Jane want to roll her eyes. Except rolling her eyes prompted a completely different look to cross over Moira’s face.
“It’s just a lot of power for two people to have”, Jane said as she shoved her hands deep into her pockets and cast another wary look around. Everywhere she looked there were screens and cameras and peep holes for yet more cameras. Her chest tightened, her mind raced, her mouth went dry.
“It’s too much power for anyone to have…”
Fandom: Watch Dogs/Person of Interest
Rating: PG
Word Count: 223
[Spoiler (click to open)]“He’s very good”, and John smirked to himself. Finch was like a kid in a toy store examining the traces and flickers of this Aiden Pearce.
“Not good enough though since we found him”, John took a seat and plucked a book from behind him from the bookcase. He didn’t care which one, there would be something interesting in it. There always was.
“It’s hardly fair to compare anyone to us”
“To you, you mean”, John corrected as he settled into the chair and glanced at the front cover of the book, ‘The History of Cricket’, and wondered whether he had been over-confident in there being something interesting in all of Finch’s books.
“Yes. I was being modest”
“I can see how long that lasted”, John cast a glance over at the older man.
“His methods are a bit unrefined but the things he does…we need to find him”, Finch suddenly straightened up, “I think we need to find him now whilst I’ve got his trail”. John shook his head and pushed the book back into the bookcase.
“Just what we need, another morally dubious vigilante”, he called over his shoulder, “Fed up of just having the one are you?”
“Just think of all the free time it will give you”, Finch called after him, and John just smiled to himself.
Fandom: The Binding of Isaac/Plants vs Zombies/Minecraft
Rating: PG
Word Count: 343
[Spoiler (click to open)]When he awoke from the darkness, Isaac had expected more of the same. He has spawned in this basement eight hundred and nineteen times, he had seen every rendition of those godforsaken walls, be they basement, burning, or cellar. Or at least, he thought he had.
Something had changed in the basement since his last entrance into the chest. The walls seemed more pixellated, his hands and feet did too. Without a mirror he couldn’t see his face, and he would be damned if he was picking up the broken mirror. That thing had ruined more than one of his runs.
The first room didn’t strike him as unusual, as he stomped over the spiders underfoot. The second though, that stopped him in his tracks. A line of peashooters firing seeds at him from the other side of the room. Isaac ducked behind the nearest rock and listened to the relentless pounding of seeds against the walls around him. Would they ever stop?
He crawled behind the rocks until he reached the corner of the room, relieved to find a chest buried in amongst the rubble. But when he opened it he didn’t recognise the object inside. He checked his notepad, certain he had discovered everything this place had to offer. Before his very eyes, new silhouettes materialised on the paper and extra sheets were added.
Isaac looked at the creature squirming in his hands, hissing at him like some wretched cat, and then turned and flung it at the peashooters. The hissing grew louder and louder until an explosion unlike any other rocked the room. Isaac fell onto his back and hoped that the roof wouldn’t cave in, cradling his head protectively.
Silence.
He got back to his feet and peered through the debris to the site where the peashooters had been. All that was left was a crater, with a note at the bottom. Isaac stumbled over and bent down to retrieve the paper, squinting in the dim light to read it.
‘All hail the Afterbirth + upgrade’
Rating: PG
Word Count: 185
[Spoiler (click to open)]“You and I, Charlie, that’s all we need. Just us two”, Marion rocked from her heels to her toes and back again. Back and forth, back and forth. She might have felt sick from the movement if there wasn’t that constant cloud of confusion that seemed to only get heavier as the day got warmer and the sun rose higher.
She leant forward and peered out the door, she couldn’t see anyone. Or should she be saying anything? They weren’t human anymore, those things that were running around killing everyone. Running, walking, crawling…
“I know we need to get going Charlie, head towards that helicopter that’s taking people back to the mainland”, she whispered to her companion, “But all I’ve got is a baseball bat and that one molotov. I don’t think it will get us far?” She listened again.
“You’re right”, she sighed, “If we stay here we’ll only get eaten”. She peered out the door one final time and took a steadying breath.
“Make or break time Charlie”, and she grabbed the stuffed bear off the floor beside her and took off running.
Fandom: Dying Light
Rating: 12
Word Count: 300
[Spoiler (click to open)]
“That the runners that we’ve lost so far?”, Tyler looked at the marks scarred into the wall in crosses, initials following each one. No-one answered him. He was used to that. He was the new kid. Runner twelve.
They all called each other by their numbers. It made it easier apparently. Tyler kinda thought it just made it easier to forget that they were all human. But he still followed their rules. Was taking some getting used to though, responding to “Twelve”.
He ran his finger tips over the crosses, counted them off in his head and smiled sadly. He tried not to wonder how they had died. In their line of work it was just as likely that they had fallen off a building as it was they were eaten alive. Neither were high on his list of ways to go.
That said, dying surrounded by adoring great grand-children was seeming less and less likely these days.
“You gonna go get a new assignment or just stand there all day?”, and that was the other thing about being the new guy. Tyler always had to go to the boss first.
Always had to accept the worst assignments first.
Sure it was meant to be a perk of being a veteran, but as Tyler couldn’t help but think that giving the crappiest jobs with the highest likelihood of getting eaten to the new guy was a sure fire way of making sure that the job didn’t get end up getting finished.
Maybe they figured that if they threw enough bodies at it, eventually it would work itself out.
Tyler stopped at the door to the boss’s room and allowed himself a wry smile. Like he had said - numbers made it easier for everyone to forget they were human.
Fandom: Rizzoli and Isles/Person of Interest
Rating: PG
Word Count: 278
[Spoiler (click to open)]
“Stop it”, Moira could sound an awful lot like a teacher when she wanted to. Not the awkward, trying to be hip ones either. The ones that didn’t care if you hated them, they were going to drag your ass through school kicking and screaming to some sort of qualification whether you wanted it or not…but Jane had gotten sidetracked by her thoughts again.
“I can’t help it.”, she glanced over her shoulder as they rounded another corner, “It doesn’t bother you?” Moira shrugged,
“Logically, I’ve always known that whenever I’m out in public someone’s watching. There’s so many CCTV cameras and surveillance systems in America”, Moira readjusted her handbag, “Not to mention all the videos people take on their phones, appearing in the backgrounds of selfies…”
“Gee, just making me feel so much better”, Jane grumbled.
“My point is, at least we know that Reese and Finch are on our side”
“Are they?”, Jane grabbed Moira’s arm, then pulled back and thought better of it and carried on walking, “We shouldn’t be talking about this here”.
“You really are becoming quite paranoid Jane”, Moira had that look on her face, the concerned one that made Jane want to roll her eyes. Except rolling her eyes prompted a completely different look to cross over Moira’s face.
“It’s just a lot of power for two people to have”, Jane said as she shoved her hands deep into her pockets and cast another wary look around. Everywhere she looked there were screens and cameras and peep holes for yet more cameras. Her chest tightened, her mind raced, her mouth went dry.
“It’s too much power for anyone to have…”
Fandom: Watch Dogs/Person of Interest
Rating: PG
Word Count: 223
[Spoiler (click to open)]“He’s very good”, and John smirked to himself. Finch was like a kid in a toy store examining the traces and flickers of this Aiden Pearce.
“Not good enough though since we found him”, John took a seat and plucked a book from behind him from the bookcase. He didn’t care which one, there would be something interesting in it. There always was.
“It’s hardly fair to compare anyone to us”
“To you, you mean”, John corrected as he settled into the chair and glanced at the front cover of the book, ‘The History of Cricket’, and wondered whether he had been over-confident in there being something interesting in all of Finch’s books.
“Yes. I was being modest”
“I can see how long that lasted”, John cast a glance over at the older man.
“His methods are a bit unrefined but the things he does…we need to find him”, Finch suddenly straightened up, “I think we need to find him now whilst I’ve got his trail”. John shook his head and pushed the book back into the bookcase.
“Just what we need, another morally dubious vigilante”, he called over his shoulder, “Fed up of just having the one are you?”
“Just think of all the free time it will give you”, Finch called after him, and John just smiled to himself.
Fandom: The Binding of Isaac/Plants vs Zombies/Minecraft
Rating: PG
Word Count: 343
[Spoiler (click to open)]When he awoke from the darkness, Isaac had expected more of the same. He has spawned in this basement eight hundred and nineteen times, he had seen every rendition of those godforsaken walls, be they basement, burning, or cellar. Or at least, he thought he had.
Something had changed in the basement since his last entrance into the chest. The walls seemed more pixellated, his hands and feet did too. Without a mirror he couldn’t see his face, and he would be damned if he was picking up the broken mirror. That thing had ruined more than one of his runs.
The first room didn’t strike him as unusual, as he stomped over the spiders underfoot. The second though, that stopped him in his tracks. A line of peashooters firing seeds at him from the other side of the room. Isaac ducked behind the nearest rock and listened to the relentless pounding of seeds against the walls around him. Would they ever stop?
He crawled behind the rocks until he reached the corner of the room, relieved to find a chest buried in amongst the rubble. But when he opened it he didn’t recognise the object inside. He checked his notepad, certain he had discovered everything this place had to offer. Before his very eyes, new silhouettes materialised on the paper and extra sheets were added.
Isaac looked at the creature squirming in his hands, hissing at him like some wretched cat, and then turned and flung it at the peashooters. The hissing grew louder and louder until an explosion unlike any other rocked the room. Isaac fell onto his back and hoped that the roof wouldn’t cave in, cradling his head protectively.
Silence.
He got back to his feet and peered through the debris to the site where the peashooters had been. All that was left was a crater, with a note at the bottom. Isaac stumbled over and bent down to retrieve the paper, squinting in the dim light to read it.
‘All hail the Afterbirth + upgrade’