A worker for the National Space Museum was found dead hanging from a suspension wire around his midsection over an exhibit while wearing a spacesuit. Foul play is assumed as the worker had bruises all over and the suit was badly damaged.

I sat around the hearth and gazed into the fire, thinking of the past when I didn't know my mother was a goddess and not just any goddess, but the goddess Hestia.

I have power that demigods can't even dream of...I want to know why and how.

A women modestly cloaked in a headed veil sat on a white cushion in front of me while stoking the fire.

"Mother, am I really your son?"

The women in the veil paused to look at me. Her green eyes held an uncanny pressure. Like she was gazing into my soul.

"Of course you are, I raised you did I not? Doesn't that make me your mother? What kind of silly question is that." She said offhandedly.

"Well...I heard from the other demigods that you made an oath to Zues a long way back. An oath that you would never marry and remain a virgin forever. If that's the case...how am I here?"

she looked up again this time with a stern look.

"Who told you that? Are you being picked on again? Why I outta—"

"No it's not that. I just want to know." I told a half truth.

She sighed before leaning back on her cushion and looked up at the night sky. A shooting star flew past.

"Yes, I did make that oath and I still haven't broken it."

"Then?" I tilted my head in confusion.

"I made that oath when I was young and reckless. But...as I got older I started to yearn for a child of my own as I watched through the fire of all the mortal families that offered sacrifices to me. I started to wonder what it would be like to have a child...to be a loving mother."

She paused as she looked into herself and a distance past I could never fathom.

"But because of the oath, I was fated to never have that...or so I thought. One day Hera came down to see me and I happen to let slip my desire of a child. Hera to my surprise said that it was still possible but I would have to ask Aphrodite, Athena and Demeter for help."

She glanced at me.

" I decided it wouldn't hurt to ask so I invited them all to my place to discuss how we could go about giving me a child of my own." She closed her eyes.

" It was a long and enduring endeavor but somehow, with Athena's intelligence and science, Aphrodite with her wits and her knowledge of the human body, and Demeter with her knowledge of nature and fertility. We came up with a way." She gazed at me this time with the warmth a mother has for a son.

"You are a miracle that came into this world with the help of 3 goddesses, 4 if you include myself...but I didn't really do much."

"When you came into this world I felt truly blessed. I realized that when there is a will there is a way." She looked at me fondly.

"But how, I still don't understand." I asked curiously.

"Do you really want to know the whole process on how you came into this world as my child?" She said with a raised eyebrow. She shook her head as if wanting to avoid the topic.

"No, the process of how you came into this world does not matter. All that matters is that you are my one and only son. My blood runs through your veins. You should have more faith in your mother and the goddesses that helped bring you into this world."

"Ugh, fine...don't tell me the process. I don't care...Thanks for telling me this Mother."

She nodded her head before standing up.

"It's time for me to tend to the hearth of Olympus. Are you coming with me?" She asked.

"Not this time...I think I'll stay here a bit longer." I said softly in contemplation as I looked at the red fire.

"Don't stay out too late." She gave me one last look before touching the fire and disappearing like smoke.

So this power of mine? Is it not from just my mother but others as well?

The fact that women swoon over me, is that Aphrodite's doing?

Is my gift of strength and godly senses from Athena? My mother always compliments me on my intelligence as well.

And the fact that I can control nature to a certain degree because of Demeter?

Maybe it's not just my mother's powers that I inherited...

I listened to the fire as images of a mortal family sat down and gave their thanks to Hestia. I look at the ground as grass grew by my feet and saw in crisp vision the hairs of an ant close up. I reached out towards the fire and like a snake it wrapped around my arm as if it was alive. I gathered the fire into my hand and before my eyes it turned into various shapes according to my whims. A bird, a flower, then a wolf.

The demigods have no idea how many gifts I hold and I'm only just beginning to understand my limitations...

Note: This one was a bit tricky. I actually had to do a bit of research for this but still felt like I didn't get it quite right but oh well. This was good practice. Hehe

The victim, Thomas Jones, was found dead in his bed, without a drop of blood left in their body. Only breaks in the skin were a couple of holes in the neck; heavy bruising was found about the head; nose was broken and had bled somewhat, and there was evidence of crushing injuries to the neck.

Victim's roommate, Ronald Veire, vampire, called in to report the death. He states that he had been out all the previous day, trapped in a nearby shopping mall; as a vampire, he does not appear on camera, however, he has produced a number of witnesses who saw him at the mall that day (He claims he was there to see a film in the afternoon; witnesses did see him in the vicinity of the theatre shortly before the film was due to begin). The day was sunny, hence (he claims) he could not possibly have left to kill his roommate. He insists that he has been framed.

The morning started as any other, and like the days before I got up at 5, made my pancakes and eggs and ate them. 6: I started my workout, the one from my favorite anime. 100 pushups, 100 sit-ups, 100 air squats, and then 10-km run. It doesn't seem to do much for me but at least I have decent stamina. Now that it's 9am I report in to start my shift. As the fourth newest recruit I'm stationed out to the southern side of the outer sector to watch out for petty crime. I saw a shady man following a woman walking somewhere, presumably home, but that's when the call came in.

"Attention all heroes. A class 9 attack is coming from the north of the outer sector. All personnel make their way there immediately." A similar thing happened once to me on one of my offdays, I was just napping on the couch when we got the call, but that was only a stage 3. Even that seemed difficult. It was only now that I realized the true gravity of this situation. There was 10 classes. This was a 9. I used the exercises that my master taught me before he passed, that seemed to clear my head of the threat. However now I was thinking of him. All our fond memories together, all the fond times, the training. It all came rushing through my head. The baggage I didn't properly deal with. Of course it had to catch up with me now, on this day, at this time. I didn't realize it but I had been standing still for 5 minutes. I rushed my way over to the gates, but by then it was too late. My friends, the people I looked up to who were holding the lines down. They were all gone. Not even the legendary Bugman was able to do anything. I saw his body on the ground, looking dead. I stood atop one of the houses, thinking about everything I did wrong. How I was a failure as I hero, how all these people are gonna die and there's nothing I can do about it, but then I saw something. Bugman's eyes... they looked toward me, then returned to their old position. This brought me back to my senses. My hero is looking at me, he knows im here. I gotta make him proud. I jumped down from the rough and land in the generic hero pose; Mistake number one.

A bit louder than I meant to I say "Goddammit that hurt". Already I go making a fool of myself. 3 of the villains just start laughing at me.

"Get a load of this loser, I mean look at him, he doesn't even have a cool outfit." It was true, I was just in a standard set of athletic clothes and running shoes. But they didn't know one thing. I was a master debater and a phycology degree. That on top of my above average strength and speed but those wouldn't help me now. At least 20 people were looking on at me in awe, watching as what they thought would be some kind of legendary battle. It would not be. "Tell me mighty sirs, what are your names."

The biggest one speaks first "I am the mighty Vanguard." "The short stubby one is chaos." The one on my right? He's Hadria. And you, bold one?"

"Me? I'm Agent Hare" Chaos lets out a snicker. I ignore it. "You see, lets think rationally here. You've spilt enough blood, mine doesn't make a difference, it's just a waste of energy to kill me. I can not feasibly defeat such great men as you. But what is you really gain to achieve? Honor? by killing innocent people and those just trying to help? Glory? By ransacking a city not well enough defended?" By some miracle I wasn't dead on the spot. That was a good start. After weighing my options I decided continuing was my best option. However, before I started Vanguard had some words of his own to say.

"Agent hare, although I don't know what you're trying to do, I'm afraid you're mistaken. Our mission is chaos and destruction, which we're doing a pretty good job at."

As the master of words I am, I immediately found a flaw in his phrasing. Well actually two. "Well first off, destruction is subjective. I could say, destroy a medical issue someone is having, but am I destroying it to you? Perhaps those buildings over there had some major security flaws or structural integrity? Perhaps you have sped up the resolution of a critical error? In fact, seeing as this is the outer district, a lot of things here aren't up to code. Hell, you're even doing us a favor, and for that... I thank you." Somehow my complete bullshitting managed to confuse them, and stall for Bugman to rise and release his signature attack. He releases an army of killer wasps, and not your standard kind. These are actually deadly. Although Chaos sends a fireball killing many, it's not enough, and one by one they all fall.

"I will say Agent Hare. Your methods are... obscure. I do not understand what you did or how it works, but alas thank you. What rank are you again?"

"Oh I'm the third latest recruit sir. I have not yet received any ranking."

"Well then Agent Hare." He hands me some very fancy seeming clothing. "In the name of the AOIH I declare you, a Pillar."

"W-W-W-what? A Pillar? But sir, I've been here for 3 weeks. you have to be in the AOIH for at least a year to be a Pillar, but nobody goes that fast!"

"You not only saved my life son, but countless people. If anyone has any complaints you send them to me, okay?"

"Yes sir" I say.

I was not the strongest of the demigods. Nor the fastest. Nor the smartest. Not the best-looking.

Truth be told, I wasn't much of a demigod at all. I had no primal domain; I was not Zeus' child, who walked the sky; I was not Poseidon's child, as much at home on water as on land. I had no special bearing on the hunt, warfare, medicine, war, craft, or love. I was not adept at skulduggery or fast talk.

I wondered why they gathered around me. I wondered why I was allowed at all. They told me I belonged, but I insisted I'd never done anything supernatural. I was adopted, sure; I'd never met my birth mother and been raised like anybody else though. I'd been bullied in school, right up until David's parents split up and his dad took him to military school. The next time someone tried to bully me, Brett stood up for me. He was everything I wasn't--tall, strong, good-looking.

If I believed this Greek society's ravings about my being the son of Hestia, goddess of hearth and home, family and nation...well, I suppose I could add "Entirely human" to that list.

Well, as it turned out, Brett struggled in social studies class and he'd been referred to my study group. The class came naturally to me and it would be the difference between him being academically eligible for football season and getting kicked off the team.

We became friends that day, and Brett wasn't the last person to show up for me when I needed a friend throughout high school.

According to this Alpha Alpha Alpha Alpha group, that was me passively leaning into the divine aspects my mother had given me. How many stories are out there of people showing up for 'found family' and 'this is my home'? A lot. So much identity and safety and security and comfort is tied up in my birth mother's domain, apparently.

That's probably why they all gathered in my off-campus apartment, telling me that we were all distant family.

The moment I truly embraced my identity was why they stayed.

Also Hercules proposed and she said no.

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Beep. Beep. Beep. The alarm roused me from my sleep. 5:45. He’d be home soon. He had to be back before the sun came up. My phone rang. It was him.

“Wore out your welcome again?” I asked. I slipped on a sweatshirt and some slippers.

“Yes. Hurry up and get down here. The sun is coming up soon” he hissed.

“I’ll be down in a minute.” I hung up. The elevator was out of order again. I opened the gate and put on the largest grin I could. “Good Morrow Stanislaus! What brings you here on this fine morn?”

“C’mon just let me in. You don’t want to deal with Mr. Lewis if we don’t make the rent”

“Why that’s awfully impolite of you Stanislaus. Nevertheless, come in, come in.” With a flourish he dashed past me and into the stairwell. When I caught up to him, he was pulling down the living room blinds. I might as well make breakfast since I was up anyway. The remains of a goat had expired in the fridge. “Stanislaus, the goat needs to go, or I’m paying the rent with your head!” I began spreading a mixture of pesto and avocado on some toast. A breakfast of champions.

“The goat is a problem when you eat that every morning? Never in my 700 years have I met someone as insufferable as you Terrance!” He lay down on the couch. “ I come home from a long night of work only to come home to you! You don’t welcome me, instead playing your sick games! you leave your stuff everywhere, and you eat every meal with garlic! I have half a mind to just feed upon you!”

“Ah ah. Mr. Lewis would never let you back in, if you committed a murder in here” I chided him. I took a quick shower and got dressed. “Stanislaus! Where did you put my work stakes?”

“We talked about this. No stakes in the living room. I threw them out.”

“Those were my lucky stakes! What are they going to say when I show up with the decorative stakes I got for my birthday?”

Somebody knocked on the door. Stanislaus beat me to it. It was Mr. Lewis. A well built balding man with a cigar in his mouth. “Terrence. Stanislaus. I’ve received a lot of noise complaints about you two. I’m evicting you.”

We locked eyes. I tried to jump away but Stanislaus was faster. He hit me squarely in the jaw. I ran into the living room and pulled the blinds up, keeping him in the foyer. “You can’t hide there forever Terrence!”

“I don’t have to. You remember when I washed the couch cushions last year? I put a decorative stake in each cushion. I knew this day would come.” I began rummaging through the couch.

Mr. Lewis walked in. “This won’t do. Quicker. ” His head shimmered and a demonic visage appeared. A jet black snout with rows of teeth.

Stanislaus and I both screamed.

A young woman found dead in an abandoned office space. While she has clearly been there a while, decomposition hasn't set in enough to cover up her injuries. She has four evenly spaced slashes on her abdomen, the tendons in her legs are severed and half of her head has been blown off. In the autopsy, it is discovered that many of her vital organs are damaged, with stomach acid leaking out from a hole in the stomach.

Detective Ox has been assigned to the case and we hope he can provide some insight as to how this has happened.

"Cycle 168 has just concluded," a scientist announce out loud, "results of analyzation shows 94% similarity with that of the last cycle."

"Interesting...so it is a loop," Antoine mumbles, "is the suspect from last time still there?"

"Yes sir," the researcher confirms.

Antoine then reaches for his earpiece and speaks into it, "he's there, find him and apprehend him."

It has been confirmed that there is always a figure that would be there for the final showdown every single time. It can't be the hero's bestfriend as he's always right there with him nor can it be his love interest since she's always in the hospital, so, who else could it be? This might be the key to solving this never ending cycle, which is why scientists have colluded with mercenaries to help them capture this figure.

Normally they'd ask for help from the military, but as records suggest, they're too loud and seeing military vehicles on the site will capture attention. Mercenaries on the other hand doesn't catch as much.

A few hours later, the hired mercenaries returned with the suspect. The leader pushes the suspect to the ground and leaves after receiving payment.

"Well, seems like we finally have you in custody," Antoine approaches the figure, "are you going to say something?"

The suspect stays silent.

"Seems like we'll have to deal with you another day," Antoine clicks his tongue, "take him to confinement, we'll see what information we can extract from him tomorrow."

The suspect stayed quiet the next day as well, and the next, and the next, not even the torture methods work on him. He seems to be keen on keeping his mouth shut.

"Just speak up already, it'll be easier for all of us," Antoine tries to reason after an entire week of not being able to extract information.

"It'll be easier for me, not you," the suspect finally speaks.

"How so?" Antoine asks.

"Unfortunately, I am unable to answer that."

After that, he goes back to being silent. Giving up, Antoine finally contacts a friend he knows that has never failed to extract information from anyone, even the most stubborn of people. Thankfully, she was available for the week and immediately flies to the lab and gets interrogating.

"Hm....give me 2 days of complete silence and seclusion, I'll be able to get something out," she says after looking through the records Antoine and his team has collected in the past week.

Thankfully, two days later she did come back out with a lot of intel, one no one else could've gotten.

"He says he's the 'Keeper of Stories' or some sort. His job is to make sure each story is retold perfectly to keep the legend going. He also told me to not try and stop this loop as there will always be a way for him to keep it flowing."

"What if we kill him?" Antoine asks.

"Then a new one will be appointed, that's how it always is," the friend shrugs, "oh and he wants to talk to you."

After seeing his friend off, Antoine went into the confinement room to privately speak with the keeper.

"Finding me is your biggest mistake," is the first thing the keeper says once the door to the room has been shut, "you scientists have gotten more and more arrogant."

Antoine looks at the keeper, confused by his words. As scientists, it's his job to find out the secrets of this world and understand it, in his point of view, there's nothing wrong with wanting to know as to why the same cycle has been repeating throughout the century.

"Elaborate," Antoine demands, grabbing a chair and sitting down.

The keeper sighs, "Well, since the damage has been done, might as well go through with it."

"Long ago, when the first cycle of this story began, the hero and the keeper are friends, good friends. The hero is a brave daredevil while the keeper is wise and a genius. The keeper guided the hero to his final goal and once reached, a book appeared before him. This book has strange markings on them."

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"I've never seen a book with such design...how exquisite..." the keeper thought to himself.

"[] come on! You're going to miss the celebration!" the hero called out to his dear friend.

"I'll be there! Just give me a moment," the keeper calls out.

Out of curiosity, the keeper opens the book and a blinding light engulfs the room and he got transported.

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"Legend has it that he was never heard from again, of course, that is to the general point of view. To some of us who are chosen, this cycle repeats over, and over again. A new keeper will be chosen once the last hero finish their story to make sure it will repeat without fail."

"I still don't understand why it's our biggest mistake," Antoine leans on his chair.

"The story does not end there...."

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"If anyone were to find out about you and those who will come after, everything will be reset back to zero, and the world that shall be built will be nothing but the stuff of imagination," a voice says.

"What does that mean?" the keeper asks.

"It means your existence has to be kept a secret, and it will be your duty to choose your predecessor. [ ]"

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"Wait wait, then what?" Antoine asks with urgency.

"I'm afraid that's only something the original keeper knows," the keeper stops and looks at the clock, "it seems like our time is up. Good bye, seeker of truths."

"Wait-!"

A loud, ear splitting bang came from the keeper and everything turned white.

​

The cycle will repeat itself, over and over again until the end of time, it just happens to have ended in this timeline.

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Man found dead in a panic room. it appears he was killed by an explosive that originated inside his body, it is unclear if it was in his GI tract or implanted subdermally.

The man was originally a missing persons report, filed when he did not attend a scheduled meeting with the board of directors for his company (manufacture and distribution of paper goods); prior to that meeting it appears the man had cleared his schedule for a two-week period, and died about halfway through that period.

the panic room is an effective faraday cage, no sign of forced entry, food stores and waste products indicate he had been locked in the room for a little more than a week at the time of his death, consistent with him entering the room just after his last scheduled meeting.

There are multiple notebooks in the room that it appears he was writing in during his time in his room. They have been rendered mostly unreadable by the blood splatter, and what is legible is filled with some form of cipher or code. Our linguists have had no success as this time.

Jane Doe.

Deceased upon arrival.

Estimated 25 years old, caucasian brunette, estimated 5'5"

Partially healed contusion marks on head, chest, and hands.

Ligature marks on wrists and neck.

Post-mortem decapitation and enucleation.

Eyes placed in hands, sewn there post-mortem.

C-7 vertebra missing.

No indentifiable cause of death.

No toxin screen results.

Fingerprints not on file.

DNA not on file.

No tattoos.

Body was found on the roof of the police station in a deliberately staged tableau consisting of the body in an upright coffin with the enucleated head placed at the feet.

Body was wearing a black satin dress, nothing else, was wearing it Pre-mortem.

This is why I still don't sit on public toilets

Damn, Bel got lucky.

Two dead in an alley. Both armed. It has been determined that both have been shot from behind from opposite sides of the alley. Curiously, one didnt die from blood loss, they were already dead beforehand.

Hi, my name is Al, at the daytime, I am an amateur supernatural blogger and at night I am a full-time volunteer, Vampire Hunter.

As many of you may have guessed as a blogger I don't make much because of that I was kicked out of my former apartment for late payment. So I had to look for a new place to stay but because of my late payment history, I couldn't find one until I came across a shady website called RivallyRoom. Com. It was a roommate and lease finding website mixed, like buy one gate one free but with no return options. I had to sign a contract saying I will rent the place for one year straight with no complaints.

The day I was moving was also the day my roommate Drake was also supposed to move in. however he didn't show up even after sunset so I thought he was not coming today. I locked the door and got ready to sleep taking the night off my vemphunt but in the middle of the night someone made a lot of sounds outside the door, I'm sure you can guess it was Drake, my new roommate.
He looked like a prince of some faraway land that would make all the girls beg for his attention.

I mean I was not jealous or anything, oh who am kidding I was jealous not a little bit but a whole lot. This vemphunting was something I started after a vampire stole my date with his good looks and this roommate of mine reminded me a lot like the guy who stole my true love.

(I will write later)

I will except nothing but sexual tension in this story.

And they were roommates!

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...What the genuine fuck. Go post this to r/HFY and break more brains. I want to see more of this and the interactions as they transition.

Horns were blaring everywhere as panicked screams rose over the city. Blood Drop used the life of his victim to fuel his magic. A spell to show a triumphant image as they displayed the city’s last great hero limping and nearly dead before him. Sinder, the hero of brightest flames, coughed and their skin’s shimmering ember gave out. The sacrificial ritual would soon begin.

Aided by every other nemesis, villain and two-bit super-powered crook in the city with their own agenda, Blood Drop commanded them to start slaughtering the Metropolis’ inhabitants. He started casting his greatest spell yet.

All emergency services were already mobilized to ferry as many people as they could. That final image of Sinder was either a planned move to produce as much death-inducing chaos. Or it was a mistake of bravado as now everybody knew to flee and get out. Several trucks, buses and vans were rushing out. All police had already locked down on private vehicles to prevent unnecessary traffic from slowing down every other service. Most people not being ferried out ran with whatever they could.

Marianne of the Flicker stood next to a season general and his soldiers. He glanced at the last remaining hero in the city before praising her. “Nice job convincing the Mayor to prep all this. How did you guess?” Marianne merely shrugged before answering. “Easy guess. It was just me and Sinder left. He’s beaten every villain out there twice over. Even he couldn’t beat them all at once though. And I’ve never had any delusions of myself. I know I can’t beat them.” The general nodded.

As reports started coming of the various rampages that started, orders started being barked out. Several teams began deployment to stop or at least delay the incoming onslaught. When the general looked back to ask what she was going to do, he saw nothing. The fox mask wearing woman with a dozen differently coloured ribbons, brightly floating around her pure white robe had vanished in the middle of the tumult.

A 4 metre tall exoskeleton powered by the nuclear core of Fission Fitz barrelled down on a crowd trying to enter a bus. A single cop stood several paces in between with their pistol drawn out. Fitz’ plan was to simply smash through the foolish man’s body with their heavy and thick steel plating. As he was about to trample the man, his image flickered and passed right through. A piece of C4 suddenly exploded in the exoskeleton’s knees, buckling the giant’s massive frame and dropping them. A splash of paint to obfuscate the sensors and Fitz would remain disoriented and/or blind long enough for the last of the group to get on the bus or run far enough away.

Hundreds of wolves made of semi translucent shadows barked and gnashed ahead of a single skeleton that pulled their leashes of steel-strong ice. Craster and his shadow hounds were heading to the slums. Barely maintained roads and crashed vehicles made any emergency services impossible to run here. People were running and with their hands unclasped, the shadows ran through the maze of the city’s worst maintained districts to hunt them down any alley possible.

Soon Craster began feeling from his shadow hounds psychic bond the catch and bloody deaths of his victims. He found it odd that very few had caught their prey. They were chasing down multiple scents and they saw the fleeing victims. However, multiple times, the scent would change or they would disappear around corners. He smiled as much as a skeleton can. “Marianne... How very amusing” He rattled. “You can only run through these alleys for so long with your limited illusions. How well can you fight me with that alone?” To his dismay, as soon as her last flicker disappeared, his hounds heard and smelled only a few remaining humans nearby. He cursed himself thinking she would do anything more than run away. Several bullets ricocheted of his body and motorcycle. Stratus Blast laughed at the soldiers trying to stop him. After slaughtering his last two groups, his third was just past a line of barricade of riflemen. Skidding to a stop near the wall, he made a finger gun motion. The energy he had gathered from the multiple people shooting him or the several crashes and trampling he’d gone through started to gather at the tip of his finger. He shouted “Bang!” with an exaggerated recoil and one soldier’s head popped off. He made another to kill the next and nothing but rock nearby burst apart. The third shot blasted a piece of the road behind. Stratus was confused for a moment until he remembered. “Marianne!” he shouted. “Dodge this!” With a fist, he waved at the barricade and produced a wave of explosions that sent them all in the nearby building’s wall. When the dust had settle, the dozen soldiers lay dead in a nearby rubble.

Grinning, Stratus eyed the group that was running away in the distance. As he started to rev his bike, as sudden sputter cut out his engine. Looking down, he saw white foam layered around his engine. The liquid pool that had been placed under him while he was distracted was quickly expanding and covering him in a restrictive foam. He knew that most of his saved up energy was already spent on clearing the barricade. He could get out with bursts of latent energy but it would take time and the motor’s internals would be clogged for hours. With a roar he shouted out to nobody else’s ears, “You bitch!”

The general was coordinating as many supplies and soldiers as he could when he heard a shuffle near him. He looked back and told Marianne. “Take a rest. I actually heard you that time.” Marianne was gasping for air and was doubled over. What little he could see of her skin was covered in sweat while her floating ribbons draped around instead and had a duller luster than before. Marianne shook her head and asked between gasps, “Meredith Mirage is next. Just tell me where you stashed the mirror shards.”

The general passed her a bottle of water and looked away. Knowing he wouldn’t tell her until she could breathe normally, she took the kindness he made looking away. Lifting her fox face mask, she took several generous gulps until it was empty. As soon as her breathing slowed down enough, she saw the general point at a location on the map near him. A location with the marker for Meredith nearby. “Thank you” she said, before seeming to flicker soundlessly out of the tent.

The person was found dead outside hanging from a tree by his foot via about ten feet of rope. The cause of death is uncertain at this time, but it can be confirmed that they were bludgeoned over a dozen times postmortem. The time of death was estimated to be at around 2:35 PM yesterday.

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