Alaina squinted into the dark hallway, again no guards, strange but good. It was like they had just vanished, like they vanished into the wind. She darted towards the door of the Throne Hall, kicking the door down, expecting an ambush. Golden light poured out from the room, Alaina's arm instinctively covered her eyes as they ached from the light.

Alaina's eyes adjust. The room was full of people, ordinary people. A swift strike came, just in the corner of Alaina's eye, and Caliburn clattered to the ground.

A tall woman stood behind Alaina: a black dress stretched out around her, platinum patterns wrapped around it. Her hair was done up, curled streaks came down at the front and dotted with jewels. A crown sat on her head.

Alaina's heart was racing, her hands trembled as she turned towards the Queen. "Hello, you finally decided to show up."

"Show up?" Alaina spoke under her breath, expecting a swift but painful death.

"For your adoption party silly!" the Queen chuckled. "Wait, you didn't believe that I was going to harm you?"

The Queen sheathed her sword and took Alaina by the hand, leading her through the crowd. Alaina was too in shock to resist: "But... but your..."

"Evil?" the Queen finished Alaina's sentence. "That is what your kingly overlord told you. The same kingly overlord that had your family working day and night in the fields only to claim what they made. You were only useful due to your potential. In fact he was planning to lock you away when all of this was done. Sorry to put this so bluntly."

"But, n...n" Alaina couldn't retort, she couldn't reply, she couldn't answer back.

"I Know this is a shock to you, but I'm not the bad gal that you were meant to believe i was." The Queen looked down at Alaina: cuts, bruises, torn clothes, matted hair, dirt and all sorts of stuff. Her heart sank, this was far older than the quest, most likely from the king: "Come on, lets get you cleaned up and fed; you must be starving."

Tw - death, passive suicidality, animal experiments.

Edit: fixed the formatting

She looked down at the glass. "Lemon-lime", she said.

"Oh my god, did you just drink it?" He freaked out. While already grabbing a needle, he went on. "We have to knock you out immediately. Then, we can slow it down and maybe I can find a way-"

She put the glass down. "No", she said.

He froze. "What?"

"No. You're not gonna try to save me."

The scientist looked at her in confusion. "But- you're gonna die. Very, very painfully and slowly. I'm- I'm serious, that shit is the definition of deadly!"

"No, Sir", she said. Her yellow eyes watched the small fish in the tank next to her. They were destined to die, too. There were experiments planned to be performed on them the next day. But they didn't know that. They just went on with their time, eating the food they had gotten just a minute ago and swimming around in their little universe. "Am I contagious?"

"Not unless you get eaten"

She nodded. "I admire you, Sir" She picked up her coat. "Although this was my fault because I made the mistake, you didn't even tell me I did something wrong." She put on her coat, it was cold outside after all. "You just went on to saving me." Her gloves were next, then her phone disappeared in a pocket. "You're working in here, day and night. Just to save them. That's admirable. I'll see you sooner or later"

The scientist was so surprised, he couldn't even answer. He could just watch her walk out, into the world. She was one of the fishes - only she knew her destiny. But she didn't care either. She had made peace with death a long time ago, and she wouldn't stress herself about it now. She walked and walked while the pain grew stronger and stronger. The sun set and she kept walking, although much slower by now. At midnight, her legs gave in. She collapsed onto the ground, but she kept crawling. And she didn't mind. She crawled for a whole night - first over streets and stone, later over grass and moss. The trees of the forest were dark and calming, and she smiled the whole way. Once the sun rose, her arms gave in as well. And she just laid there, in more pain than you could possibly imagine. Worse than any human had ever experienced. But she didn't care.

And the scientist didn't either. She had been wrong. As soon as she had left the room, he had locked the door again. He had gone back to his work, unbothered and uncaring. He didn't mind her death. He didn't care about the others. He also didn't work to save them - they were just kids, they were reproducible. He wasn't. He worked to save himself. In the afternoon, he killed the fishes for his own sake.

And she got eaten by an animal. He was infected a month later. He died, too.

Oh good to know! If I ever go to France, I’ll know how to piss off everyone even more.

Edit: I do believe you’ve made another joke?

He heads down to purchase pie ingredients and manages to head into the village on the day an insurgency from the peasants arrises as they revolt against the king, who decides to launch his kingsguard against the villagers.

I come from a part of France that does say pain au chocolat, but we also say gueulatine for a slap to the face. X)

Did you mean: pain au chocolat?

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That second sip is reminiscent of Austin Powers lmao

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I also brought up beans. I feel like we were on the same mindset

Darn space muppet not letting E drink the forbidden cocacola

"And the worst bit is, they would consume other beans."

"What, no way, why?"

"Truly, nobody knows. There were other beans that have been recorded in the ancient one's history, but they were all consumed. Coffee beans, cocoa beans and all sorts of others. It's my understanding that their world shortly ended for them after they had consumed one another."

"That's so horrible! Couldn't the other beans have fought back? Why would anyone do such a thing?"

"I guess that's just the way they were. I think the relationship with other beans was akin to a CD player or a photocopier is to us, lesser, inferior. I still would not be so cruel as to take apart something I see as beneath me."

"They would eat their ancestral path?"

"Yeah, it seems to be that way"

In the corner, Yamato released pressure from his air tank in exasperation. These new fangled robots just didn't understand it all but it was lost to history. As he understood it, the hooman beans didn't even grow from a stalk like a real bean, and they were more like corrupted data robots wearing flesh bags, like the ones you could see on the "rats", centuries ago. He would have said something but he was just too tired to explain.

He looked to the darkness around him, as his solar chip fizzled out and let out a quiet chuckle as he stopped.

Jack had always loved Diana but she never loved him back even when they were close friends for years. He started losing hope when she started dating Frank. Frank was a fire-breather while Jack was just Jack, nothing special. Jack resigned to being just a friend, for why would Diana, who herself possessed shape-shifting abilities, choose someone ordinary like him?

Jack didn’t like Frank, not because he was jealous of him, but because he had a gut feeling something was wrong. Diana had fallen head over heels, and she wouldn’t listen to anything that Jack had to say.

On one of her birthdays, Diana had got so angry with Jack foul-mouthing Frank that she metaphorically spat on him and cried out “Loser” to his face. It had stung.

Every year on birthdays Diana chooses to return to her original shape, her birth shape, in which she looks like a hideous and repulsive creature inspiring disgust. It was in this form that she had called him a loser. If it were any other man, it’d seem impossible to still love her, but jack did, even after all that.

Loser

The word still rang in Jack’s ear, exactly a year later. He hadn’t talked much with Diana, but he still wanted to wish her on birthday.

He had pressed the doorbell numerous times when he sensed danger. He went inside the unlocked door. He found the hall half destroyed. The wallpaper was mostly burnt and the walls were black.

A pink hot goo occupied the floor with white fumes rising from it.

He immediately rushed to the kitchen and got a container filled with water and poured it over the hot gel. After a few rounds of cooling it down, the goo began to coalesce and started twirling.

Two eyes emerged from the thick liquid. They first turned to Jack, and then to a photo frame on the wall which had a woman and a man smiling together. Suddenly, the goo rose and swirled to transform into Diana, the woman from the frame. She hugged Jack and started crying.

She explained to Jack that she and Frank had a fight. Frank had gotten involved with a gang and was giving in to criminal pursuits. They were arguing for several months when that morning it all exploded. Frank had expressed his contempt towards her birth form. The argument grew and led to him breathing fire over her till she turned into the steaming goo.

“I felt powerless Jack.” Diana was crying with tears wetting Jack's shoulder. “My body was petrified, my powers didn’t work, I tried and tried. Then everything went black.”

“It’s okay, everything is alright now.”

“He said he abhorred how I looked in my birth form.” she was looking at him still taking his support.

“I like how you look on your birthdays. C’mon, it’s your birthday, show me!”

Diana smiled and closed her eyes with determination. A moment later she hadn’t turned into anything. She was frowning and gasping, her fist tightened, her fingers digging into her palms. She started whimpering and let out a loud shriek.

“I can’t do it.” her eyes were wide and her face pale. She felt terrified.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t explain. Usually, it just happens automatically. It’s muscle memory.”

“Why don’t you try turning into something else”

She looked at him and closed his eyes. The next moment she had changed herself.

“Excellent! I feel like I’m looking in a mirror!” Jack said trying to cheer her up.

“I’ve lost all my muscle memory, Jack. I can only turn into something that I can see.” Diana said turning back to her previous woman form.

She sat on the sofa with her eyes unfocused, trying to think.

“I don’t have any photo of my birth form.”

“Really? What? Oh. Right, you forbade us from taking one.”

"I don't even remember how I looked."

Diana started sobbing, hiding her face in her lap.

“Jack, please, go. I need some time alone.”

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s not a big deal, people love you for who you are inside.”

She got up furiously and screamed at him.

“IT IS A BIG DEAL.”

She left the room stomping on the stairs leading to her room upstairs. “GO AWAY” she screamed from the top of the stairs.

Jack had an idea. He hurried to his home.

An hour later Jack returned but didn’t find her. He called her on the phone.

“Diana, where are you?”

“Jack, it’s all over.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You saw the news? He killed dozens of people. Burned them alive.”

“Who? Frank?”

“It’s my fault. I turned him into a monster.”

“No, you didn’t. Diana, where are you?”

“It’s over Jack.”

“Stay where you are Diana.”

“It was nice knowing you.”

“Diana I’ve your photo.”

Jack arrived to find Diana standing on the edge of a wall which led to a fifty feet dive into deep seawater.

“Come back down,” Jack said approaching Diana.

“Stay where you are. Show me the photo first.” Diana shouted.

Jack took out a big white book from his bag and showed it to her. She came back down and slowly approached, her eyes fixed on the sketch.

“How? It’s. So. Perfect.”

It was perfect. Every little detail was sketched as if traced from a reference photograph. Her tentacles had the right curves and her sharp long teeth coned at an accurate angle. Her thorny tail had the correct number of spikes.

“From memory? All of this?”

Jack nodded.

Diana wrapped her arms around him and kissed him so intensely that he had to take a step back to gain his balance.

When they stopped kissing, their faces were still close, but she was looking down.

“Are you sad about Frank?”

“No. It’s because I screamed at you.”

“Hey, it’s fine.”

“Jack, it’s important for me to turn into my original shape. Because-” she paused “-I can have a child only in that form.”

“Thanks for sharing that with me.” Jack kissed her on the forehead.

“Frank was disgusted when I told him that.”

“Fuck him. You know what, we can beat him. C’mon, let’s go kick his ass and save this city. He’s going around blowing up the banks.” Jack’s adrenaline was still high from the kiss.

“But how? I’m powerless against him.” Diana said holding Jack’s hand.

Before Jack could reply the air turned yellow and an inferno engulfed them both. A strong wind pushed against the two.

They saw Frank erupting fire from his mouth. He was enraged seeing the two of them kiss. The flames went from a narrow beam at his mouth to grow to humongous proportions.

Frank froze and the blaze stopped. He couldn't believe what he saw. Diana and Jack stood just as they were, not a single mark giving away the presence of the deadly heat just moments back.

Diana looked at her fingers which were intertwined with that of Jack. She knew that by being together, they had developed something stronger, which protected them both.

Frank had underestimated the power of two people in love. He stumbled, fell on his hips and scrambled away.

“Run!” screamed Jack triumphantly. “Run you monster.”

“You’ll catch him right?” he asked looking at Diana.

“Not without you! But before I turn myself into a bat mobile, do you promise one thing?”

“Anything.”

“Make me a thousand copies of your drawing, will you?” Diana grinned lovingly.

I wouldn’t be surprised if this is illegal, but I’ve had enough of this sobriety shit. I’ve been stuck on this damn ship for six months now; I need something to lighten the load. Gradually I cracked open the fuel compartment of the ship’s torpedo with the end of my wrench. A melodious odor lingered from sludge as it poured into the small bucket in my hands as the chief engineer clambered down the distant ladder of the torpedo bay. The almost but not muppet with flesh flopped down the gangway of the room at full speed, screaming. “What are you doing? Stop, no! Why are you doing this; we need that!”

In due time the liquid continued to drain from the torpedo as the muppet slapped the side of my head repeatedly with the force of a feather duster as I remunerated to the frantic conversation. “I need it more! I haven’t had a drink in months!”

CE: “That’s torpedo propellant! You can’t drink that! There are so many dangerous chemicals in that liquid!

E: “Fuck You! I’m getting my torpedo juice!”

CE: “No! Give it back; there’s a pirate skiff in the system!”

E: “This is a battle cruiser! Use the guns!”

CE: “We have no guns!”

E: “Why don’t you have guns!”

CE: “They don’t work in space!”

E: “That’s a lie!”

CE: “Well, ours don’t!”

E: “Then get a different damn torpedo!”

CE: “No, this is federation property!”

E: “No, it’s mine!”

CE: “Fuck You!”

The blaring claxons and flashing red lights heralded my secured prize as I raised the bucket of torpedo juice moments before the projectile was shunted from the weapon’s room airlock.

E: “Ah shit.”

CE: "That's going to get stuck."

E: "Yep."

Now you are talking in my language!

Loved that show. Wasnt impressed it got canceled

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I swear, i heard Peter Serafinowicz read the part of Death.

Not hot enough unless it burns on both input and output!

Why not dragon girls?

"There is a hidden room under the Whitehouse. It is called the "hidden throne". Douglas D Jackson. Conspiracy theorist

Title: The hidden throne

Mr. President, a young journalist wants to meet you. He says it is a matter of national security. And he can only trust you with that information.

"Is he a democrat??" President asked.

I believe so. I made a quick back ground check. He has worked for several prominent progressive news outlets. He works as an independent investigative journalist now. He is working on threats of right wing militias, corporate corruption, that sort of thing.

-Okay, tell him to meet me here at 5pm.

At exactly 5pm, someone knocked on the door of the oval office.

-come inside. President said.

A young man enters the office. It is obvious that he has tried to dress properly on short notice. He looks anxious and agitated.

-Mr president

-Mr Bradley I assume?

-Yes sir. I'm thomi Bradley. An investigative journalist from New York. I think I found something serious. I can't trust anyone but you sir. Please hear me out.

-Im here for that same reason son. What troubles you?

-Please don't laugh at me. But I have reasons to believe our last president and Richard Nixon are the same person!!

-What??

-Sir I know it sounds stupid. But I have documented a mountain of evidence all supporting my claim.

-Son, They have borned from different mothers. You know! And one of them is very very dead!

-Sir I checked the records. And there are no birth certificates for any of them. As a matter of fact even close relatives don't remember their mothers being pregnant with them. They both just appeared out of nowhere at a certain age. Here... Also no one actually saw the corpse of Nixon.

(He opens a case he was carrying. It is full of photos, documents and newspaper articles. )

-Okay Mr president, just look at this pictures. He puts several pictures of the two former presidents on the table.

• What am I looking at?

-Can you see the scars on their wrist? (He puts two more photos on the table.) These are magnified images of those two scars. They are the same. Also here is a very small tattoo on their backs. Both of them have the same weird tattoo. I tried to find out what the text reads but I couldn't. Here are writing samples from both of them. I tried to compare their fingerprints but someone has deleted their prints from the federal database. Maybe they knew I was looking for it.

-Okay son. What do you say we should do? Let's imagine I believe you. Where is your hard proof? All your evidence is at best circumstantial. We are gonna be an international laughing stock with such a claim without bulletproof evidence.

-Sir. I have reasons to believe the whole republican leadership was behind this. Also CIA, FBI, NSA. And who knows what else. Also I think I know where we should start to look.

-I am listening.

-There is a room under the Whitehouse. I think they have hidden some proof in there.

-Are you talking about that conspiracy theory? What was the name? Red throne?

-Hidden throne sir.

-Son, I visited that room and it is as empty as nuclear war threats.

-Can we have a look? Maybe there is something hidden in that room?

-God forgive me I should not be doing this but my meeting for 6pm is cancelled. Maybe we can go take a look at that mysterious room of yours. (he laughed.) I still think you are crazy for the record. But to be frank it is getting interesting.

******End of part one. Part two will be ready in a few hours. **"""

I really appreciate that compliment, as I think telling and not showing is one of my worst weaknesses.

Rucking Fights! Thanks!

I'm sorry, I can't do that with this prompt. Half the fun is the mystery of whether Tom survives, right? Those, I have 15 other prompts so far if you would like to read them?