{Sam's Dumping Grounds}

[sammmy]

This is my first time trying a FxF story so please, bear with me c:



“What do you mean, NO?!” Jinx glared at the young girl as outrage grew inside of her.

She couldn’t just say no. Jinx had worked 15 years to try and catch this girl, this girl who kept slipping through her grasp, and she finally had her. She had her wrists tied to a wall. There was no way this girl could escape. Not a single way. Jinx had made sure of that. And finally, finally after 15 years, she was standing in front of this girl telling her she was going to die, and all Estela had to say was no?!?!

“I mean, no thank you, it would be inconvenient for me to die today. You see, my little sister’s wedding is today and well, I promised her I would be a bridesmaid. So well, it wouldn’t make me a very good person to break a promise.” Estela stated this fact as though it were any normal thing in the entire world.

Jinx’s jaw dropped. She could not believe that Estela thought she was going to let her go because she had a wedding to get to.

“This is a trick.” Jinx suddenly said aloud. “This is a trick. There’s no way you actually think I’d let you go just because you have a wedding to get to.”

Jinx looked around the small concrete room, bewildered, expecting reinforcements to come phasing through the walls some how at any second.

“Nope. No tricks. I’m kind of really tired of tricking everyone, so I thought maybe if I just talked like a rational human being and I don’t be overly dramatic, then you’ll just let me go, just cause. Plus, my mom promised that when I go to her house tomorrow she would make pasta, and gosh my mom’s pasta is the most amazing thing in the world.” Estela seemed un-bothered by the ropes that were bound around her wrists and instead had her eyes closed as she savored the memory of her mother’s pasta.

“WHAT?!?!” Jinx was so utterly confused that there was no use killing Estela.

Not yet anyway. Jinx tried to think logically. She’s buying time. That was her first thought as she picked up her knife from the table and walked over to Estela. She stood right above her and regained her normal calm, chilling voice, she often wore so well.

“I don’t know what your game is Estela, but there is not way for you to escape. So I would shut your mouth because it would be a real pity if your last thought or attempt at escaping was your mom’s pasta.” She said as she held the knife to Estela’s throat.

Estela seemed completely unaware of the knife that was being held to her throat because she simply cocked her head and continued to speak.

“You know, if you let me go, you can come have some of my mom’s pasta too.” She said staring directly at Jinx.
Jinx pulled the knife sharply away from Estela. She’s drugged. Someone drugged her. That was her second thought.

“Did…has-has someone drugged you?” Jinx’s voice came out as incredulous.

Someone had drugged the famous Estela. The Estela who could get herself out of any sticky situation. The Estela who could escape any villain. The Estela who saved the world, not once, not twice, but five times. (Once caused by Jinx herself, not to brag or anything)

“Nope.”

Jinx was brought out of her train of thought by Estela speaking once more. Her reply was simply one word. Nope. Jinx was so utterly confused that she didn’t know what to do.

“Nope, you’re not drugged?” Jinx asked cautiously.

She had to admit. Estela didn’t sound drugged. And she wasn’t acting as though she were drugged other than the odd conversation.

Suddenly, the oddest thing happened. Estela simply stood up. The ropes binding her wrists fell away and Jinx saw there were acid holes burnt through them. Estela was stalling for time. So that the acid would burn the ropes and she could get out. Furious, Jinx picked up her knife once more and took 3 steps to where Estela was standing.

“So you were stalling for time!” She said raising the knife to Estela’s throat.

Estela took a few steps back and raised her hands in surrender, but a grin was breaking out across her face.

“Nah, those holes had burnt though the ropes ages ago. I was just making conversation. Plus, do you really think if I was in trouble there would be reinforcements here by now? I let you catch me.” Estela grinned as Jinx’s jaw dropped. “What??? It was cute!!” Estela added at the end as she began walking towards Jinx.

“But you’re still going to come by my mom’s house for pasta tomorrow right? Cause I’ll be expecting you, you know where it is. After all, I think you’ve tried to capture me, what, seven times from my mom’s house?” Estela laughed, but it wasn’t cruel.

It was a soft laugh that rang through the room. Before Jinx had figured out what was happening, Estela had come right up to her and their faces were an inch apart.

“Seriously, you better show up tomorrow.” Estela whispered, before leaning in and softly kissing Jinx.

She then proceeded to turn around and walk straight out the door, soft brown curls bouncing along after her.

Jinx had no idea what had just happened, but in the process of everything, she had dropped her knife. She bent down to pick it up and she slowly stood, trying to sort out in her mind what had just happened. She had hunted Estela for 15 years, and suddenly she would be having pasta with her mom? It was ridiculous! And yet, as Jinx thought about the night to come, the night she would stop hunting Estela, at least for an hour, and have dinner with her and her mother, her stomach filled with butterflies and she felt a blush creeping towards her cheeks. She couldn’t help but feel anxious.

[Poptarts!!!]

"Did you steal my poptart?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

Of course I knew he had stolen my poptart. He violently shook his head no.

"Milo...Do you remember what I said you happen next time you stole my food?" I raised my eyebrows at him and the guilty look on his face was unmistakable.

"Milo, I can see you are eating it right now." I continued.

"Ia ahm nah!" Milo spoke through a mouthful of my wonderful strawberry poptart that I was so looking forward to.

A grin broke over his face and immediately I ran towards him top speed and launched myself at him.

"Hey! Hey! Uncle!" He laughed, swallowing the last bit of my food.

"There's no Uncle when you've stolen my food!" I cried, but as hard as I tried to stop myself, I started laughing too.

I attempted to wrestle him to the ground but unfortunatly for me he was about 3 times my size. He pretended to roar as he lifted me over his shoulder and walked around the living room with me hanging over his shoulder. I laughed harder and hit his back with my fists to try to get him to put me down. He walked over to the couch and finally let me off his back. He pinned down my shoulders and I was laughing so hard I had to pause to breath. Milo wasn't laughing nearly as much as me but a grin was streched across his entire face.

"Now, what was that about me not being able to steal your food?" He asked as he held my shoulders easily to the couch.

"Come on! That was my last Poptart and I was looking forward to it all day at work! It was strawberry and everything! I'm going to tell your mother mister! I'm going to tell her that you've been stealing all my food so I've had to resort to...I don't know, grass!" At this he laughed.

His hearty laugh made me smile and reminded me why I loved him so much...even if he did eat all my Poptarts.

"You won't be telling my mother anything. I've got a surprise for you." He grinned wider if at all possible and let go of my shoulders.

He held out his hand and once I had taken it, he pulled me to my feet and led me over to the cupboard in our tiny apartement kitchen. He opened it with his free hand and inside were 5 boxes of Poptarts, all different flavors. I gasped in excitement. I quickly let go of his hand and pushed aside the boxes until I found the kind I was looking for. Strawberry. I grinned and hugged the box to my chest.

"Thank you Thank you Thank you!!!!" I squealed as I pulled a stool over to the counter and quickly opened the box.

I pulled out a package of silver foil and ripped it open. I took the Poptarts out and kept one while smiling and handing the other to Milo. He laughed once more as he took the Poptart and leaned agaisnt the white marbled counter.

"Do you forgive me now?" He asked before taking a bite of his Poptart.

I pretended to think for a moment before replying;
"I suppose so." and biting into the Poptart I had longed for all day.

Omg this is wonderful I love it Poptarts are amazing

[Pyjaks]

OMG Samo that was so cute ;_; So bizarre but so cute. I loved it!! I feel for Jinx, I'd be horribly confused as well lmao

[sammmy]

"Did you steal my poptart?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

Of course I knew he had stolen my poptart. He violently shook his head no.

"Milo...Do you remember what I said you happen next time you stole my food?" I raised my eyebrows at him and the guilty look on his face was unmistakable.

"Milo, I can see you are eating it right now." I continued.

"Ia ahm nah!" Milo spoke through a mouthful of my wonderful strawberry poptart that I was so looking forward to.

A grin broke over his face and immediately I ran towards him top speed and launched myself at him.

"Hey! Hey! Uncle!" He laughed, swallowing the last bit of my food.

"There's no Uncle when you've stolen my food!" I cried, but as hard as I tried to stop myself, I started laughing too.

I attempted to wrestle him to the ground but unfortunatly for me he was about 3 times my size. He pretended to roar as he lifted me over his shoulder and walked around the living room with me hanging over his shoulder. I laughed harder and hit his back with my fists to try to get him to put me down. He walked over to the couch and finally let me off his back. He pinned down my shoulders and I was laughing so hard I had to pause to breath. Milo wasn't laughing nearly as much as me but a grin was streched across his entire face.

"Now, what was that about me not being able to steal your food?" He asked as he held my shoulders easily to the couch.

"Come on! That was my last Poptart and I was looking forward to it all day at work! It was strawberry and everything! I'm going to tell your mother mister! I'm going to tell her that you've been stealing all my food so I've had to resort to...I don't know, grass!" At this he laughed.

His hearty laugh made me smile and reminded me why I loved him so much...even if he did eat all my Poptarts.

"You won't be telling my mother anything. I've got a surprise for you." He grinned wider if at all possible and let go of my shoulders.

He held out his hand and once I had taken it, he pulled me to my feet and led me over to the cupboard in our tiny apartement kitchen. He opened it with his free hand and inside were 5 boxes of Poptarts, all different flavors. I gasped in excitement. I quickly let go of his hand and pushed aside the boxes until I found the kind I was looking for. Strawberry. I grinned and hugged the box to my chest.

"Thank you Thank you Thank you!!!!" I squealed as I pulled a stool over to the counter and quickly opened the box.

I pulled out a package of silver foil and ripped it open. I took the Poptarts out and kept one while smiling and handing the other to Milo. He laughed once more as he took the Poptart and leaned agaisnt the white marbled counter.

"Do you forgive me now?" He asked before taking a bite of his Poptart.

I pretended to think for a moment before replying;
"I suppose so." and biting into the Poptart I had longed for all day.

Omg this is wonderful I love it Poptarts are amazing

Hehe I'm glad you like it! :3

OMG Samo that was so cute ;_; So bizarre but so cute. I loved it!! I feel for Jinx, I'd be horribly confused as well lmao

Thanks! Haha yeah I mean I have no idea where that idea came from...oh well!

[lucas.]

awh your writings are very cute !! you're a great writer, i seriously cannot wait to see more from you <3

[sammmy]

awh your writings are very cute !! you're a great writer, i seriously cannot wait to see more from you <3

Ahhh Thank you <3 that's very sweet :3

[sammmy]

Word Count: (I guess I should start doing this :3 ) 1,562
Other: I was going to do these in order but then I had a really good idea for this once so oops c:



“I did not want this!” He screamed at me as silver tears shone on his face.

Pain clouded his expression and I wanted nothing more than to wipe his tears away. Because the problem was that tears also ran down my cheeks, I knew, and I couldn’t dry his, because then mine would double. Instead I sat down in the chair beside his bed and buried my face in my hands. I willed myself to stop crying. I willed myself to stop hurting. The less I hurt, the less he would hurt. But gosh, I hurt so bad I thought my heart would split in half and I would end up in a hospital bed beside him. Maybe a hospital bed instead of him.

I would have given anything for it to be me in that bed instead of him. I would have given anything I had to let him live. It wasn’t fair. He had always been the better person. Kinder, sweeter, smarter, he had always been better than me. At everything. So it should have been me in that bed, and yet there he lay, in sterile blue sheets, with 5 different machines helping him breath.

“I-I’m sorry, really, I am, I didn’t mean to yell at you, but Jas, I can’t do this, I can’t have you here, please…” His old nickname for me made my breath catch in my throat.

Jas. That’s what he always used to call me, before everything happened. When things started happening, when he starting getting sick, he started calling me Jasper again. Once again, I felt cold tears soak into the palms of my hands. He didn’t want me here. He didn’t want me with him. He might die and he didn’t want me with him. My heart gave another tug.

“Kai…” His name was distorted due to the fact that my hands covered my face.

It was better that he didn’t hear the crack in my voice anyways. I was trying to make it easier, really, I was, but it was hard. It was hard, when all I wanted to do was kiss him, and tell him it would be ok, and wipe away his tears, and ruffle his hair, but I couldn’t. Because he wanted me to leave.

“Please, please, just get out!” His voice got louder, but wavered more and it took all my strength not to look up at him and cradle him, because I knew that his face would now be flooded with tears.

“Kai...Kai, please, let me stay, please, I don’t want to leave you, I can’t leave you!” I moved my hands away from my face and instead pulled both of them through my hair.

My eyes stayed closed though. I couldn’t bear to see the pain that I knew would spasm across his face.

“Jas, get out. Get out now.” His voice grew steadier, but I didn’t move.

“Kai…” My voice pleaded his name but before I could get out another word, he was screaming.

“GET OUT! GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT! I DON’T WANT YOU HERE! I DON’T…want you here…” I opened my eyes in shock at his voice.

His words cut daggers into my already fragile heart. He never yelled. Never. This time, his eyes were closed and tears were streaming steadily still down his cheeks.

A nurse suddenly same rushing in, having heard the screams I’m sure. She wore a nervous expression, as though she wasn’t very comfortable with anything yet. Like she was new.

“What-what is the problem sir?” She asked, glancing at me before returning her attention to the man lying in the bed beside me.

“I need him out of my room. Get him out of my room. I don’t want him.” His eyes remained closed, and a painful expression still masked his normally content face.

The nurse glanced nervously at me and seemed to stand unsure of herself before slowly walking over towards me. I kept my eyes on him, pleading that he would change his mind, pleading that he would let me stay. If he didn’t, I would stay in the waiting room. The surgery was supposed to take hours. I didn’t care. Hours would pass like years either way.

The nurse lightly took my hand and began guiding me towards the door. I didn’t struggle. I wanted to, oh my gosh, did I want to, but I didn’t. I let her guide me out of the room where my best friend, and partner, lay to die.

She guided me to the waiting area and sat me down in a chair. She looked like she was about to say something but I guess she decided against it because she turned sharply around and began leaving once more, pausing only once to glance anxiously at me, before leaving the room. I didn’t care. I didn’t care if she thought I was crazy, or unstable maybe, or insane, or…broken. I didn’t care. I simply sat in that chair as the hours ticked by. And I was right. It felt like years, and years, and years.

People came and went, a few pausing to sit in a seat a few away from me, some sitting in the seat right next to me. A few gave me anxious or nervous glances as I stared at the clock, not wanting to take my eyes off of it for fear that if I did, the universe would crumble around me.

Finally, the same nervous looking nurse approached me. It had been 7 hours, 43 minutes and 28, 29, 30 seconds. I stood up immediately as she got closer.

“He, uhh, he didn’t make it. I’m terribly sorry sir.” I blinked.

She was wrong. There was a mistake. Any second he would come through that door, he would say sorry for yelling at me, he would kiss me, and tell me he loved me, and tell me it was horrible, but he was all better now. Any second.
The seconds ticked by as the nurse anxiously stood beside me, biting her lip. I was staring at the door. Then a minute past. Then 5.

“Would you…would you like to say goodbye?” She asked, looking up at me, still biting her lip.

I stared dully at her. Say goodbye? Why would I have to say goodbye when he was going to walk through the door at any minute? No, saying goodbye, that wouldn’t be necessary. I wouldn’t say goodbye because he wasn’t gone. I guess she took my silence as a yes because she took my hand once more and led me through three different doorways until we came to room 325. She paused, glancing at me, then pushed open the door. I didn’t have to walk in.

I sunk to my knees and hid my face in my hands. He was lying in the same bed. His eyes were closed, but there was no gentle rise and fall of his chest. I let a sob escape my body, but it was muffled by my hands. I didn’t want to, but I slowly pulled my hands away from my face and stood up. My feet stayed rooted in their spot as I stared, unfeeling, at his dead body. I walked as slowly as I could towards his bed, expecting him to jump up at any minute and shout ‘Just Kidding!’

When I reached his bed, I couldn’t do it anymore. I collapsed onto his chest and listened intently for his stead heartbeat I knew so well. None came. None at all. I clenched my fists and buried my face in his shirt as my face contorted unrecognizably into a mask of pain. This couldn’t be real. It just couldn’t. This was not my life. This was not supposed to happen to me. Or to him. It wasn’t fair. None of it was.

Another sob racked my body and I wept. I held his shirt, balled in my fists, and breathed in his scent. When I could no longer bear the absence of the slow rise and fall of his chest, I looked at his face. It was frozen. Frozen in a state of calm. Of ease. He looked so gentle, so innocent, so small. Silent tears fell down my face in rivers and I took his face in my hands. I bent down and kissed him one last time. He was cold and it felt wrong, but I didn’t care. I put all my broken pieces into that kiss. All the pieces of my heart that belonged to him, all my memories of him, the way he used to let his hair fall in front of his face when he was embarrassed, the way he would tease when he was proud of me, the way he would cry when he got hurt, the way he would pretend he didn’t care if he did something well, all of him, and half of me, went into that kiss. It was his now to take to the grave.

I pulled away and brushed his cheek with my thumb like I used to do to brush away his tears. I ran my hands through his hair, and I traced my finger along his jaw. I tried as hard as I could to take in every tiny feature of him that I could.

“Goodbye Kai. I love you…”

[Pyjaks]

Well I should have expected something achingly sad sooner or later :"(((( why u do this to my emotions
That was so good though, as always <3 Poor Jas ughhhh

[sammmy]

Well I should have expected something achingly sad sooner or later :"(((( why u do this to my emotions
That was so good though, as always <3 Poor Jas ughhhh

Thank you!!! You are too sweet <3

[sammmy]

Word Count: 1,187
Other: This takes place before 'We could be hero's!' but is part of that same story.


“You can’t leave! You’ll die…” The chains binding my wrists shuffled uncomfortably as I tried to pull away from the concrete wall.

“Adira, Listen to me. If you try to escape here, you will die. I promise you, you will die.” I tried to speak more calmly, but I was desperate for her to listen.

“I’ve worked along side you, serving these horrible people for my entire life, and I know there is no way to escape. I know. I had tried for years and years before you were even brought in as a child. I remember it so clearly. It was a cold December evening. Our Captain, Captain Atticus came in telling us we had a new recruit. I immediately remember feeling sorry for whoever it was. It was horrible working here. And then, you Adira, just a tiny little 8 year old back then, came peeking out from behind Atticus’s legs. You were so little and shy, you hardly had a place working here, and yet the organization took you anyways. I remember feeling hatred burning through every bone of my body. I was so mad at them for taking such a small child. It wasn’t fair to you, but you were strong. Stronger than most of the adults that worked for them. People would die around you every day and you kept on going. I couldn’t believe you-“

“-And then you decided to take me under your wing.” Adira leapt in, interrupting me.

I didn’t mind though, because she was sitting back down, she was listening.

“Yes, that’s right. I took you under my wing, but not just to teach you, I needed you to teach me. I needed you to teach me how to be strong. How to watch people around me, people I loved, die and not be affected by it. It wouldn’t normally be a good tool to learn, but in our field, it was important, because remember David? When David died I could hardly live with myself, but I had to keep going cause otherwise they would kick me out, of course, I’m sure you don’t remember that, you were only 10-“

“You’re rambling again Ronan.” Her voice was gentle and I noticed she was smiling at my old habit.

I had been trying to break it for years. I just got distracted so easily…

“Right, Ok so where was I…Oh yes, I needed you to teach me how to learn to cope with the emotional stress of the job. Even when you were little, You were always amazing at that part. I learned a lot from you, you know. I learned that you weren’t just a tiny robot with no emotion-“ She laughed at this and I smiled, showing the few teeth I had left. “You were actually just really good at hiding your emotions. I found that out, when you were crying all alone in your cell one night. I could hear you, and I knew we weren’t aloud to go into the other cells at night, but you were just so small, I couldn’t help it. That night was horrible. You just sat and cried, and cried, and cried. Poor little thing. But then by the next morning, you were back to your old self.”

I paused for a moment and watched her bright blue eyes sparkle in the dark. I could tell she was smiling, reminiscing at the past, but it was so dark that I could only tell by her eyes.

“But I was too good.” Adira spoke quietly, almost as if she didn’t want me to hear.

I nodded sadly, but I’m not sure she noticed.

“They decided you would work out there. Out in the world, for them. Only the best do that, so I knew I should have been happy for you, it was an honor! But you were still only 12. You were only 12 Adira!” My voice broke, as I remembered the day they took Adira away. I took a shaky breath and continued.

“You were screaming, and yelling that you didn’t want to go. You cried. It was the second time I had ever seen you cry. You begged for me to help you, but, of course, I couldn’t, because if I did, they would kill me. It was horrible though.”

“It was horrible. Working out there. That’s why I did it.” Once again, she spoke hardly above a whisper, and she was staring off past me, instead of at me.

But it was distracting her, so I kept going.

“You worked in the field for 8 years. 8 years, without incident. You were the model worker Adira.” She met my eyes and I could see her eyes now shone with unshed tears.

“It was horrible Ronan. I had to. I had to get out.”

“So you killed him. You killed your captain, didn’t you?” I wasn’t sure about this part, but I knew her well enough to know she had done something similar.

She nodded slowly.

“He wasn’t a bad man, Theodore, really, he was fine, no Atticus of course, but he was a fine man. It was the only way though. The only way I knew how.”

“So now you’re here with me. Locked away, and awaiting death.” I spoke sternly, as though scolding a naughty child.

“I’m getting out. I will find a way out Ronan. You can come! You can come with me! We can escape together!” Her voice suddenly filled with excitement, but I knew I couldn’t go with her.

I would die anyway. I would die for helping out a little girl even younger than Adira had been when she first came. The girl was only 6. I got her out, but at a high cost. Atticus helped me. That’s why he no longer stood with us as captain. He was shot on the scene. I would die soon I knew. But without help, Adira wouldn’t be able to escape.

“Adira, they might spare you if you just stay put, they might let you go back to our old job.” I begged her to stay, but she was already heading towards the door of the cell.

“I may die if I try to escape, but it would be better than where I was before.” Those were her last words to me as she picked the lock of the cell and slipped out into the halls of the compound.

The compound I was sure she would die in. The compound I was sure she wouldn’t be able to escape, but I guess she did, because there was no gun shots. No screaming. No mention of her until they came for me and saw she was missing.

“Where is Adira?” The guard asked wearily as her looked in the corners of the cell.

I suppose he thought she would appear out of thin air in front of him.

“Where’s Adira?” He asked again, turning on me.

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I laughed straight in his face. I shrugged my shoulders and laughed.
I guess the compound finally broke me. They finally broke me.