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EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD HAS A CHAIN REACTION EFFECT.     ——--  ripley’s refrigerator always SLAMS shut because the hinges are broken, so because of that,  a breeze from the door slamming SHUT startles the blinds at the window next to the refrigerator and even because of that,  light FLICKERS throughout the kitchen.    just as;  if ripley hadn’t left her apartment that ONE DAY,  she would have NEVER met jason and she almost DIDN’T.   she always had the hardest time FUNCTIONING.    the woman turns, she normally catches the door but it’s not going to do ANY HARM,  all it does is tell the PAIR that there’s sunlight outside.  it’s a NICE day.    ripley’s smile is INSTANT,  she has those WRINKLES around her mouth.

—————————    the man’s BIG,  but that never once phased her,  not even in their INITIAL meeting.   does anything really PHASE her?    she’s simply smiling at him,  walking past the counter where he’s SITTING,  both hands falling on his shoulders, she leans over to leave a kiss on his CHEEK.

     “ Hey, ” comes an uncharacteristically embarrassed sounding voice from the doorway. “ Sweetums? Honey? The light of my life? ” Wade’s head pokes in, but he won’t come in fully. There is nobody else in the house, but he looks around, as if hiding something. “ I got a problem--- I’m stuck. ”

             scared .     she’s  scared .     pops his visor up    —   figures letting the kid see his expression would help    —   and squats ,   knees coming up to his chest until he’s at  eye – level  with the little girl .

   ❛    no ,   kid ,   i’m not with the police .    ❜               voice  is soft ,   too .               ❛    —    but i’ll keep you safe ,   okay ?     don’t you worry .    ❜

     This doesn’t stop until I’ve destroyed everything you love...

                                                        ...just as you’ve done to me.

     An eye opens and is met with darkness, but the image of Adeline, the woman he had once held dear, with hatred in her eyes and a gun in her hand, would not leave him. If he blinks, he swears he can see her standing by the bedside, ready to pull the trigger. He realizes in time it is a figment of his imagination but his hand was already reaching up, body twitching in reflex. His survival instinct tells him to scream but instead he twists his body to untangle himself from the sheets. He had been wrestling fabric all along.

     Figures.

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     Unrest often plagued the older man’s mind -- while he would have liked to let Jason sit in the kitchen by himself, ( give him space, get some more sleep, ) Slade had only laid in bed for a couple more minutes before he got up and loosely tugged a robe around himself. Making his way to the kitchen, he watches Jason from a distance, expression a clear contrast with before. When he sleeps, he is relaxed. When awake, always an underlying tension in his face.

     “ Something on your mind? ” It’s a rhetorical question, in a way, because he knows there is a lot on Jason’s mind. It would have been phrased differently under different circumstances. It’s hard to shake the fact that he had once worked for this man, given their situation now -- sharing a bed, being intimate--- hard to admit that Jason had tamed Deathstroke of all people, got him to want to please him. If at all, Slade didn’t often have personal relations with his employers, ended contract or otherwise.