#section 2

Master post of Elizabeth's doccier.

This is section 2.

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Warnings

Mention of child abuse, abuse, bullying, emotional neglect, neglect, running away, and a murder plot.

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★She's a people pleaser & has very little social skills. She has a low self esteem & doubts her own abilities a lot. Sometimes even calling herself stupid or ugly..

This is because she was abused & bullied in the past quite badly for most of her life. She comes from a rich, old fashioned, neglectful, and abusive family, who favorited her little brother more than her.

She lived closed off from the world, to and fro from school and her house, but not never allowed to go anywhere else. She developed the habit of staring, copying, and people watching whenever they came into view of her bedroom window.

After overhearing her father's plans to kill her one night, she ran away with a backpack of some snacks she stole with the purpose of getting as far away from her town as possible. She climbed up Mount Ebott, got chased by wolves and drenched by hail on the way, found a cave and decided to bunker down in it for the night, and accidentally fell down a hole. Ironically, the hail stopped right as she fell and the sun rose.

Three months later, Elizabeth lives in the underground. She goes from job to job for a living and is homeless.

★Nobody knows this. She isn't comfortable with sharing why she fell just yet.

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Last section: introduction

The Agents

Ezekyll Krinn, "Hollow"

Jeziree M'Bannyon, "Dust"

Rezika Kastalani, "Rush"

Sabin Zimnyadova, "Frost"

Uhlaxendra Oktano, "Lex"

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Engines screamed as the blocky shape of the guncutter shifted laterally and upwards across the grey face of the skyscraping hab.

Tracers and lasbolts filled the space around the ship as it rose, ricocheting off the hull, barely scratching the heat-resistant paint. Banks of heavy guns in the 'cutter's body and on its wings rotated, centred and roared as a storm of explosive bolts struck the hab's facade, blowing out windows and walls.

Fingers danced across the air as the pilot tapped haptic-laced tips across the noospehrically projected controls, their feet working the pedals. They murmured softly as they watched the incoming small-arms fire slow to a trickle as they unceasingly emptied round after round into the face of the building. Their ammunition count was still in the green despite the volume of their fire.

Their fingers's dancing paused momentarily as a received transmission squealed in their ears, causing them to wince and reflexively duck their head to the side.

"Hollow, Rush, ETA one mike less," they uttered the soft reply, the 'cutter hovering before continuing its upward climb, its guns silent and smoking. "More hostiles on the floors below you. Their ascension has been arrested."

They breathed in slowly as they levelled off the 'cutter, engines howling, less than a minute later. The guns spun up and unleashed a storm of fire as they pulverised the walls ahead, revealing the lurid pink and purple glow of heretic sorcery. Bolts roared across the floor, shredding bodies and hastily erected cover.

They grit their teeth as an unnatural screeching filled their  headset, almost making them tear the faceless helmet from their head. Their eyes widened as arcs of purple energy streaked towards the 'cutter. Out of the corner of their eye they saw a rail-thin silhouette charging through the pink-hued walls of flames.

Too late, they thought, as the arcs of purple stretched and spun, reaching for the 'cutter, even as the 'cutter's engine shrieked, trying to climb out of the way.

A bright blue ball lanced past the 'cutter, exploding within the hab in a sun-bright flare. A twisted skeleton was illuminated for brief seconds before being reduced to ashes on the wind.

The screeching ended abruptly and the purple and pink energies winked out of existence as though they had never existed. They released the breath they hadn't even realised that they were holding.

They heard the familiar gravelly drawl through their headset, "Dust bids Hollow and Rush. The shriek by torch ended, to the worshipped place ebb."

There was a brief pause before the drawl continued, with the hint of a smile, "And you're welcome, Zeek."

They shook their head as they heard the grumbled reply amble over their communications network, "Took you pikin' long enough, 'Ree."

Section prev

Section 1

She got Saber as a Servant.

Reunion Part 23 (Section 2)

Summary: 14 yrs ago, Joe rescued a girl. They reunite, amd things happen!

Warning: voilence, fluff

Or..

Coming out of the house, he felt good. This was all over. Who knew what the world would have in store for them but at least this dark chapter would be over.

His adrenaline was finally subsiding, but once he saw you he felt powerful all over again! He raised his arms, he had done it!

He began running over to you, he couldn’t wait to pull you into his arms.

He smiled as you waved to him! As he drew closer, he saw something behind you. A pang went through him. Maybe it was just a trick of the lights and shadows. That’s when he saw him! He began really running then.

“Y/N... move...get out of there!”

Anger fueled him as he saw him you grab by your hair and rake a knife across your throat.

He got to the car then, he practically tore open the door and dragged the guy out by his feet.

“Take off the hoodie, use the tshirt. Tie it around your throat.” He screamed while trying to avoid the guy swinging the knife at him.

Then still holding the guy who was trying to swipe at him, managed to slam against the ground as he pulled him all the way out. Before the guy could react further, taking his hammer out he slammed into him till he didn’t struggle further.

He ran over to your side of the car. “Oh..oh.. Y/N he saw that you listened, he tightened your shirt. “Stay with me..stay with me!” He screamed.

Slamming the doors shut he went over to the driver’s side and gunned the engine.

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“Come on, daddy let’s go outside.” Joe Jr. was already all puffed out in his snow suit.

“Alright sport, let me just get that scarf wrapped around you. Alright, come on Toby!” He called to trusted basset hound he had surprised Joe Jr with last Christmas.

Toby sniffed and waddled through the snow while Joe Jr, immediately was flopping around in it.

“Daddy, we should build a snow fort!”

“Ooh that sounds like it could be fun!”

Joe Jr. smiled up at him much like you had. It reminded him how sometimes, you couldn’t out run your past.

“Do you think mommy will see it.”

“I don’t know, we’ll see.” He felt bittersweet.

You came over the hill then that rose up before going down into your vast backyard. Joe’s heart picked up speed when he saw you.

“Y/N!l” He called out and went to meet you at the bottom of the hill.

“Mommy!”

He met you first and wrapped his arms around you. “I thought all flights got grounded because of the storm.” He whispered, as he hugged you close.

He made sure to place a soft kiss over where the knife had first dug into you all those years ago. He still felt like he was given a gift when you survived that day.

“Nothing, was going to keep me away from you and Joe Jr. on Christmas.”

You smiled down at your son as the hugged both your legs.

He was glad that the two of you, were able out run your past and win!

....this is one way it could have happened....

The girl sat alone in a treehouse getaway she made for herself, and her legs dangled as the rain fell. Her brown hair hung in damp tangles framing her face as she stared blankly into the nothingness beyond. The soft glow of the fairy lights was captured in each raindrop tracing its way down the roof of her plastic tent and in her galaxy eyes. Each reflection seemed a constellation to the dragon beside her, who watched as the lights glowed then faded around him. The girl was the first to break the silence.

“But why?”

The dragon turned his contemplative gaze toward her and waited.

“Why can’t I...feel?”

The dragon seemed to sigh and curl more tightly around her cup of tea “Long answer or short one?” The girl shrugged. “You’re lonely. That is why you don’t care and don’t feel and are here, hiding away in your mind while the world churns on around you. You just stare into this blank, drizzling mindscape you created and let it all pass.”

Silence again. Then- “Short answer?”

“You don’t feel because...you don’t want to.”

She considered this. “But I do want to feel.”

“You don’t like feeling lonely so you push everything out.”

A raindrop hit the girl’s nose and she blinked. “How do I feel again?”

“You can’t control others if they don’t want to be with you, but you don’t have to hide away.”

“I like it here, though.” The girl swung her feet idly.

“You like that it’s safe. You won’t get hurt here.”

“Yeah...remember-?”

“That was one time in the string of your lifeline. A moment: it elapses and passes. Your life ebbs and flows like the tide, like these lights, and sometimes you just have to wait it out.”

“What’s the point, though?”

The dragon closed his eyes and she continued to stare out into the faded gloom.