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"Hey! Lehnsherr! Hey!"
Erik turns at the sound of his name. He's got a sharp word ready for whoever's making him late for swim practice, but it dies on his lips when he sees it's Munoz. Darwin, they call him. Hell if Erik knows why.
"Munoz," Erik says, nodding at him.
"Your boyfriend left this in class," Munoz says, and he pulls a three ring binder out of his bag. It's very clearly one of Charles'--he can see the color-coded tabs sticking out the side of the same standard, black one-inch three ring that Charles keeps for each of his eight million classes. BioEthics is written on the side. "We have Emerging Tech together," Munoz explains. "I guess it fell out of his bag, but he left this morning before I could catch him."
"Thanks," Erik says. Then, belatedly, "Charles isn't my boyfriend."
Munoz gives Erik a look like he's the crazy one, like he's the one going around, jumping to conclusions just because two guys spend a lot of time together. And, okay, maybe Charles is always ( ... )
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Oh god I love this universe so so so much.
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Everyone went silent and stared at me.
"A body?" Mom asked.
I nodded. "It was really late, and he was dragging something wrapped in a sheet over to a hole in the ground. It looked like the right size, and the hole was big enough."
Another short silence.
"I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for this," my brother said.
"I know what I saw," I snapped. He always tried to act like I didn't know what the hell I was talking about.
"There's a lot of things that are the same size as a dead body. And Mr. Lester's a nice guy. Did you see any...I don't know...blood or anything?"
"No," I said, a little defensively.
"Just something vaguely body-sized--"
"It was shaped like a body wrapped in a sheet, too."
"Still doesn't mean anything."
I flung a grapefruit seed in his general direction, earning a glare from Mom. "I know what I saw," I repeated. "I'm gonna go look tonight."
"You are not," Mom said. "I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for this. I don't want you ( ... )
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I think when I started it was supposed to be the speaker who was jumping to conclusions, then halfway through it turned into a Goosebumps-esque Town of Monsters, and then I just gave up trying to decide since it wasn't going to be revealed anyway. XD
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Thank you very much!
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The shadow that's been at her heels for the past week fires its first shot.
"Arrows," she says to herself in Russian, twisting out of the way. She pulls the arrow out of the weeds--fortunate that it struck earth instead of pavement--and rolls into the shallow ditch she noticed when she walked past the street earlier today. More arrows bury themselves in the dirt; Natasha whips off the sunglasses, shielding her eyes with one hand and willing her pupils to widen faster as she scans the darkness. There are only so many vantage points here, especially for an archer.
There.Natasha kicks over a trash can, up and running into the shadows over the sound of clanging metal, the arrow already tucked in her bag to function as an additional ( ... )
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The sidewalk, for instance. Grey pavement burned white by the noon sun, vast slabs speckled with unidentifiable dark spots and cigarette butts. Miranda walked over this very sidewalk two to six times a day, over this very spot on the sidewalk, and she had never yet taken notice of it.
And now her blood was spilling out on the sidewalk, dying that grey-white pavement a dark red, with ruby highlights where the sun caught it. Now she lay with her cheek pressed against the rough pavement, and all she could see was the white-hot glare.
The things you saw when you were dying, she thought, and closed her eyes.
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Thank you! I'm rather fond of it too. :D It's up for ganking if you like.
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