The Witch Bay

May contain some uncomfortable scenarios.

“Thrash all you want, you can ever escape this cage.” 

“I’ve finally caught you.” 

“Aw, is it too tight? Good.” 

“You will never leave this place alive.” 

“You are a marvelous creature, trapped in such a small little cell.” 

“Let me go!” 

“You think you’ve won, huh?!” 

“Quit struggling, you will only make it worse.” 

“You seem rather calm for being in your position.” 

“You can’t keep me in here forever!” 

“W-what are you going to do to me?” 

“I’ve been looking for something new to experiment on…” 

“What a fine specimen! Yes, you will do just fine.” 

“I won’t become some lab rat!” 

“As soon as I get my hands on you, you will regret trapping me in here.” 

“What…what is this place?” 

“Where am I?” 

“If you keep struggling, you may lose a limb.” 

“Please! You got to help me!” 

“I’ve done nothing wrong!” 

“If you answer a just a couple of questions, I may let you go.” 

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for something like you?” 

“You’ve hit the end of the road, ___.” 

“Do you really think bindings and bars will keep you safe?” 

“I will kill you!” 

“You are not quite reacting like I’d assumed…” 

For: Anyone

Connections: Ex-wife, ex-husband, fwb, or anything you want

“I told you, yes I’m in the hospital, yes I was in a car accident, but I’m fine. Just a bad bump on the head” The detective starts into the phone, pressing the fingers of his left against his bandaged forehead. There were much more the injuries than just a lump on the skull, but his ex didn’t have to know that.

Lorelei knew that he knew she would never endanger their daughter; perhaps that was why he worked so hard whenever it was her weekend. So that there was no chance of it being her on the wrong side of the street. “At least let me send someone to take you home. You never can be too careful about whose car you get into these days.”

𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙸𝚂 𝙳𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙾.      𝙷𝚈𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙳.    𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵, 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝚅𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴.

(Bostwick Things)

Give me a character and I’ll tell you my headcanon for:

What they smell like:

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):

What music they enjoy:

How much time they spend getting ready every morning:

Their favorite thing to collect:

Left or right-handed:

Religion (if any):

Favorite sport:

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):

Favorite kind of weather:

A weird/obscure fear they have:

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Seether. Although I do wish it was under more pleasant circumstances. I won’t ask what happened. I can see by everything you have on your that I would probably not want to know.” Amy laughed, quiet but mirthful. “Amy, and my sister Lily.” She said, gesturing to herself and then Lily who was mopping up the blood on the floor. “Adoptive sister if you’re confused as to why I’m Asian and she’s blonde and blue-eyed.” Lily chuckled before giving a cursory wave to her, trying to show in a look she was thankful for Seether keeping silent about her cage fighting hobby. Some things her sister didn’t need to know about. Amy stopped asking awhile ago where the injuries came from, although she still worried and fussed over Lily constantly when she got them.

The streets are quiet this time of night but the ringing in Seether’s ears is loud, louder than her own heartbeat. A heartbeat that is as heavy as it is sluggish, a heartbeat that is steadily causing her to bleed out. It was a lucky swipe that caught her abdomen, the knife was smooth and sharp; enough that all it took was a misstep from her and it had torn through her skin. She had managed to stay upright, something her attacker obviously had not expected when she grabbed his arm, tiny hands finding just the right pressure point to send pain shooting up his arm, the knife dropping uselessly on the ground. 

 She had retreated quickly, running as fast as her injury would allow, but she was paying that price now, stumbling dizzily down a street she didn’t recognize, her hands clutched over her stomach to try and stanch the flow of blood. She feels sluggish but her thoughts are quick and loud. Not like this, I’m not going down like this. She thinks of vivid blue eyes and grits her teeth, determined to get through this, if only to rub it in the Panzermensch’s face that she wouldn’t go down so easily. 

 Seether finally has to admit that she needs to rest, and she slumps down against the side of some shop or restaurant. She’s not paying attention to all the details. Distantly she recognizes voices but she’s really in no shape to defend herself.

It was quiet as Amy and Lily closed up the bakery and restaurant for the day, except for Lily’s music playing in the background. They switched off who controlled the music at the end of the day during clean up. Lily was a bit sluggish from a cage fight yesterday so she was moving a bit slower. The bastard got her good in the gut and it hurt a bit to breathe. She highly doubted anything was broken. Probably just bruised, but Amy finished before her and gathered up the bread and pastries she knew would be too stale to sell tomorrow and grabbed her coat to head outside. It was normal for her that if she couldn’t sell pastries or bread and if they would otherwise get thrown away she made a point to go to areas of town where she knew she could give them to people less fortunate who didn’t mind that it wasn’t taken out of the oven five minutes ago because it was free and it was sustenance. As she walked out the door she immediately saw Seether, The bright red smeared across her stomach and hands was easy to see. “L-Lily!” She shouted immediately, kneeling down to get to eye level and look at her. “Grab the first aid kit I have especially for you!” Amy shouted, wrapping an arm around Seether and trying to help her up and get her inside. It didn’t occur to her how she got these injuries or if she was a bad person or not. She just knew she needed help.

Lily responded immediately, worried Amy had gotten hurt but once she saw Seether she both was relieved and tensed up. She recognized her from the cage fights but that didn’t look like a cage fight wound. She also didn’t look to be in any shape to spill the beans that she fought in cage matches to Amy. Without a word she ran upstairs to their house on top of the restaurant and grabbed her first aid kit. The one in the restaurant was geared towards general injuries and spills and burns that could happen, but Amy took the time to make one specifically for Lily, which meant it had supplies to take care of more serious injuries that could require stitches, stop heavy bleeding, etc.

Undressing Seether was probably easier said then done: trench coat, turtle neck, belts, enough knives and spare ammo to put down an elephant. She had come prepared for a fight, but that hadn’t helped her very much when she had been out numbered. And they had the element of surprise on their side, these strike missions were quite possibly going to be the death of her.

“That’s fine.” She answers, only barely registering the words coming from Amy’s mouth. Her spacial awareness is dimming, but there’s definitely someone else in the restaurant. She hears the footsteps and the closing of blinds and even though she’s not a modest person she can’t help but feel a little bit of safety knowing that no one else will see her this weak.

“My name-“ She hesitates for a moment, it probably wouldn’t be the best idea to go by her street name. But its never a great idea to give your name out to strangers either. “Just call me Seether.” If that gives away just who and what she is, that’s fine. They have every right not to help her.

Sixteen stitches was nothing to sniff at, though she does wonder how a baker gets such good anesthetics. Just a little bit of blood seeps through the gauze, staining it a brilliant red. More of that same red was all over the streets and sidewalks. Fucking Panzermensch. “Thank you.” She says, albeit roughly. She’s not used to kindness from total strangers. “I uh, didn’t catch your name earlier.”

Her throat does feel rough but the thought of food does not do nice things to her insides at the moment. “Just some water right now, it thats alright.” At the suggestion of calling someone, her left wrist twitches. They had broken her techinc, Trish was going to be pissed. “I should let my brother know where I am.” She offers, standing up, keeping a hand pressed to her side. Just in case.