#erraticlenore

Mike’s been good. He’s been following the stretches that the therapists instructed on. He’s been moving every day, getting out and working on getting himself back up to health. Today was the day that his body decided to rebel. Waking up, he had a stiffness that didn’t let go when he started on his normal routine. Trying to do anything more than normal resulted in his muscles tightening up and screaming, figuratively, pain.

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5. got snagged in a hunter’s trap 

“You know, the rope trap is very overdone,” Mike complained. Not to mention stuck in cartoons that came from the 40′s and 50′s. Okay, and the second Pirates movie.

Chasing after a serial killer using the local woods as his hiding spot, the agent noticed someone hiding around and proceeded to follow them. Noticing that it was a young woman, he started calling out. His thought was an escaped victim. Maybe she would know where the man was hiding and he could send her back to the rangers and other agents while they went deeper.

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My muse with their hands cuffed above their head

Mike was getting uncomfortable. He started to sag from the strain of keeping himself up straight. Seeing the gleaming steel above him, it contrasted with the welts that were building on his wrists. He wasn’t stupid enough to fight in them that much, otherwise he would have seen blood coming down his arms. Instead, he has a few pressure bruises and one small welt that kept coming into contact and stinging them.

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who asked who first

Sarah, who asked him after their literal run at a coffee shop.

who usually initiates things

Mike for sex, Sarah for dates, and the dogs for cuddling.

who is the first to talk about having kids

Mike, with his nieces and nephews, talked about it.

who makes sure date night happens often

Sarah, who will text and remind Mike.

who is the bigger cuddler

Mike and his dog.

who likes lazy morning sex more than wild evening sex

Mike, who gets to take his time.

who takes the longest in the shower

Sarah, but neither go for very long. Unless they’re together for the ‘shower.’

who always locks the bathroom door

Sarah, but Mike does it as well.

who forgets to turn the machine on after putting all the washing in

Mike.

who has to get up when the baby starts crying

Mike, because he panics over the sound before realizing it and getting up to figure out the problem.

who makes a fuss about which brand of whatever they’re buying

Neither make a huge deal over it. Certain brands are just bought.

who always buys too many chocolates and sweets when shopping

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Our muses are now two pirate captains racing to find a legendary treasure trove.

The clues, his clues! Captain West of the ArchAngeles finally figured out the last of the clues that would lead him to the chests that had been hidden when the Annabel had to disappear from the forces of Britain and France. His mentor had told him that the captain of the Annabel had to leave much of his treasure behind when fleeing.

Mike groaned, the last dredges of drugged sleep lingering and slowing down his instincts. The drug had to have been strong, his memory from before still corrupted as everything seeked to fit back into place. His body was sore from laying on cold, hard rock and angered the remaining problems with his body. Struggling, he forced himself up to a a resting position to clear his head.

After a few minutes of trying that, and finding that it would be a while to wait for the drug to leave his system, he figured that it would go faster if he started moving. Getting the blood to pump and making his body create chemicals to counteract. Opening his eyes, it was pitch black and he was unable to tell anything. Having to rely on touch, he carefully felt around and found a wall behind him. That he used to leverage himself up and started walking.

Only two steps forward and his left ankle pulled back when he felt something circled around it. Two more yanks, and he heard the rattle of metal. “Shit,” he muttered. Bending pained his back, so he dropped to feel a manacle on his ankle and a chain, leading to an eyesocket bolted to the wall. Damn it. Damn it. Shit, fuck, fuck. Moving closer to the wall, he used the only slack he had to wrap his hands around it and pull. His first try ripped his hand up. The second was slippy and the third time had several of his muscles clam up on him.

Breathing in pain, he wiped off tears with his good hand and listened to a door opening in the background.

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