crasher.'s one hundred one-shots

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injured
sinking
father
exploit
boredom
art of conversation
take your best shot
creativity
flash
puzzling words
ill
skeleton
nothing
servitude
possibilities
weightless
just say it
last words
immature
blazing
help
presence
because
forced
reversed
cast away
emotions
questions
wishing
crackling
curl up
together
look again
brief
space
special
jinx
stop fussing
cozy
breaking
either or
tell me a story
waiting
willpower
who am i?
idol
unseen
just try
for me?
your choice!

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hello! this is where i will be posting my 100 one-shots for
the challenge i so boredly bravely took up. every shot mu
st be at least seven-hundred and fifty words, but i think i
will aim for higher. there is no time limit so if i have writ
er's block, don't expect me to be posting here. thank you
for stumbling upon my crappy little thing, and feel free t
o read at your own risk. i love getting feedback on my wr
iting- so please! either pm me your opinion or feel free to
post it right on this thread. i don't mind you posting here,
but please make sure to disable your signatures to keep it
cleaner and don't stray from the topic. if you're not talkin
g about my writing, just pm me or take it somewhere else.


the original characters i've used so far:

jack slaughter, robin hayes

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useful
treasure
ceremony
lightning
protection
stay with me
mint
rescue
dominant
thief
deserter
stolen
sarcasm
darling
how much is too much?
over
try again
hidden
forgotten
the first time
aging
soldiers
justice
tread carefully
one false step
connection
mess
it can't be
in due time
awake
delicious
fallen
trickery
around the bend
well traveled
choices
surplus
rough
if
friend
found not lost
spiral
deep
i could have
desirable
resentment
build up
inch by inch
dilemma
blue sky

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xxxxxjack looks like [this] - jack is wearing [this]

xxxxxJack tried to sit up, only for the muscles in his back to tighten and contract so bad that a small yelp was torn from his lips and he went right back down to the grass. He grunted softly and winced, a sick taste spreading through his mouth as his ribcage throbbed sharply. "You've got to be kidding me..." He panted breathlessly, his lips and tongue dry. The only small relief for his parched mouth was the bit of blood that leaked slowly from the inside of his cheek, which was torn from his own teeth scraping down on it as a result of him being kicked, over, and over, and over again. But that was salty and warm, and to be honest- fairly disturbing. It became clear to him, suddenly, what had happened. He was ganged up on at school, by Jake Keegan and his no good goons. The popular boy had always hated him and made it a point to shove past him every time they met in the hall. The blonde punk never thought it would go this far, though, for his body to be broken this badly as the result of a simple disliking that a well-known and highly praised football player had for him. But now he was here, laying helplessly in the grass, every single fiber of his being screaming in agony. It could go this far, it did go this far, and he could feel it all over. Breathing was difficult, and his lungs filled with fire instead of air every time he took in a sharp little gasp. The Brit became acutely aware of tears rolling down his cheeks at a steady pace, going and going without his permission. One dripped down. Two. Three. Another. And then he threw up.

xxxxxOnce, twice, breakfast, lunch, and dinner right there in the grass. A thick, sour taste filled his mouth and the sore on the inside of his cheek stung badly. A grimace crossed over his features before he retched once more, the warm substance lingering at the back of his throat and threatening to appear again. "God, no." He managed to cough out, wrapping his arms tightly around his midsection. Being sick wasn't something Jack Slaughter was unaccustomed to, but it was something he hated more than anything else. In fact, he was praying so hard for it to stop that he didn't even notice the small arms wrap around his shoulders and tug him up from the floor, a petite girl struggling to get him out of the grass. A few more hands grabbed onto him and he was lifted up by people he couldn't see, his vision too blurry and warbled to make out anything. The confusion elicited a short sob from the teenage boy as he was dragged to the nurse's office- but his world went completely black before they even got him through the door.

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xxxxxLarge, curious dark eyes fluttered open just in time for a heavy pain to stab them from behind, a thick pulsing filling the boy's skull and a sharp ringing echoing in his ears. "Argh," he grunted, "where am I?" It came out as more of a croak than anything, his throat sore and too weak to make clear words. A curtain was quickly pulled over the fluorescent light in the room- dimming it, much to Jack's relief. This was right before a rather large figure adorned in all bubblegum pink crouched down next to him- warm, deep black puppy eyes softening as they examined the beaten boy's sharp features.The male nurse smoothed Jack's matted, bloody, golden blonde hair out of his face and wiped his forehead. "It's okay, Jack. You're in the nurse's office now. Mallory brought you here." He explained softly, his voice calm and low so as not to startle him. Mallory? No, it couldn't be, not his Mallory. Not the Mallory who hadn't spoken to him in months. Not the Mal that had dropped off the radar as soon as the bullying began. It must've been a coincidence. A small, confused expression crossed over the boy's features as his thoughts swam. He couldn't even consider the possibilities, not right now. His dry tongue began to form words but they came out silent, and so he cleared his throat. "C-Can I have some pain meds?" He asked quietly, his vocal cords straining just to get out one simple sentence. Nurse Dan nodded simply and straightened up, rustling around with some of his things on the other side of the office before returning with a small paper cup with pills and a rather tall glass of water.

xxxxxJack took it, knocked back the pills, gulped down half the water in one go. He swayed slightly as his eyes fixed on a small American flag hanging loosely on the wall, his body rocking back and forth slowly without his consent. Everything hurt so bad, so bad, and he kept telling himself not to cry, not to be weak, not to be everything they said he was, but he couldn't help it! He couldn't help it, his back and ribs were throbbing and his head was aching and his eyes were pulsing and he just couldn't help it anymore. The boy curled his shoulders in on himself as he began to sob, shaking fingers turning white as they pressed against the glass in his hand. He didn't want to be in this room, at this school, in this town, this state, this country. He wanted to be home. He wanted to be in Liverpool, back with his brother, and for everything to be okay, and for his body to not be broken and stupid anymore. Tears kept rolling down his cheeks until he saw from the corner of his eye a small brunette girl walk into the office, and he held his breath to stop himself. "Mallory..." He breathed, face pale.

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word count: 987
cast: jack slaughter, mallory winchester, daniel bunch, jake keegan
note: finished! sort of jack and mal's story will probably continue on in different shots~ c:

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xxxxxrobin looks like [this] - robin is wearing [this]
xxxxxxluna looks like [this] - luna is wearing [this]

xxxxxHe was forced to his knees. Someone's hand was there- their fingers clawed harshly into his mess of straight, dark hair. And suddenly, Robin knew he wasn't getting out of this one. No amount of bargaining or negotiating was going to stop these people from killing him, and his silver tongue was of no use with the damn gag in his mouth. Fingers fidgeted uselessly, for his hands were tied tight behind his back. The boy looked up at the enemy leader with big, pleading blue eyes. Though he knew it was useless, and all he was really doing was trying to stall death a bit longer. A red bandanna was pulled into his mouth tightly, his teeth scraping against it as his tongue and lips tried to readjust to a more comfortable position around it, and the cloth had snagged a few strands of his hair where it was tied in the back. The message he was trying to send with his eyes was interrupted as they widened suddenly, and he bit down on the cloth in his mouth. The man behind him was now yanking his hair roughly, tightening his grasp on it and twisting his fingers around to pull it more. This elicited a small whine from Robin's throat as his shoulders tensed up and his back arched. "No using your eyes either, snake." One of the villagers snapped in a rough voice, knowing that the human was trying- yet again- to trick them into sympathizing with him and, ultimately, releasing him. He groaned out a muffled 'fine!' and narrowed his eyes, returning them back to the leader.

xxxxx"Robert Hayes. We've finally got you." The chief hissed, grabbing Robin's chin and tilting it up a bit. "And now you're not getting away, you little serpent." And he knew it. Everyone there, they knew it was true. No one was coming to get him- not Sam, Charlie, Jason, Michael, Sarah... not even Casey. They were all back at the Viventem Camp, and by now they were either eating in the Mess Hall or settling in to go to sleep. They wouldn't be too worried about his absence, because he always came back. Always. But not this time, I guess.

xxxxxHe was heaved to his feet. "Come now, bring the anguis to the preparatory tent." Their chief ordered, and several men shoved the human all the way over to where they were told to take him. He was shoved to the dirt floor, and nudged over onto his back by someone's foot. There was a pretty young Native girl there- maybe the same age as him. A couple of the men from outside pushed him up to a sitting position, and his hair was pushed away from his face. One of the Moriens ripped his shirt off, eliciting a squeak and smothered protests from the handsome young man. The girl seemed unfazed, and knelt in front of him with a small bowl in her hand as the other man grabbed Robin's face to keep him still. The human stared intently at the girl as she lowered her head and dipped her two first fingers into the bowl, bringing them out stained black. Slowly, the first man untied the bandanna so that his face was normal and could be painted. The boy moved his jaw from side to side a bit to stretch and loosen it, wincing slightly and wishing he could raise his hands to rub the tension away.

xxxxxBefore he could say anything, though, his jaw was grabbed again and he was forced to look straight ahead. Icy blue eyes trained on the girl as she began to mark a dark, black stripe over his cheeks, and Robin twisted his dirty hands in an attempt to get free. Writhing wrists, jerking and tugging and clawing. Ropes ripping at and opening his flesh. His fumbling fingers stilled when he felt a cool sensation numb the skin on his wrists- followed by warm blood rising to the surface and beginning to soak his bindings. The human cursed under his breath, scolding himself for getting into this mess in the first place- further so for injuring himself. How stupid did he have to be? It was useless, futile to try and get away- and now he had open wounds, right before he was going to be cast into the sea. He tried to distract himself. "Man, did you seriously have to tear my Vote For Pedro shirt? My uncle gave me that. It's kind of rude, you could've just asked me to take it off." He began, and the man who had ripped his shirt growled. Cursing at him in Latin, it was obvious that he wasn't so fond of the blue-eyed male. The girl cast an amber glare at the man, and he instantly quieted himself. After a moment, she returned her focus to Robin. "Forgive me. I am Luna, and these idiotae are called Stultus and Temerarii." A Morien had never really... spoken to Robin before, much less apologized. It was usually always just pleasantries like 'we're going to get you,' and, 'there's no escaping now, snake.'

xxxxx"Mm." It was all Robin hummed in response, but it was enough. The race was so odd to him, it always had been. They looked like and had similar culture to Native Americans, but spoke mostly Latin. Even now, Luna seemed to be doing something Native American-esque to his face. There was a long black stripe going over both cheeks and the bridge of his nose, with two upside down red triangles coming down to almost his jaw on either side of his face. She smudged a simple cross onto his forehead before dipping his palms in the paint, and pressing her hands to his bare chest. His eyes widened just slightly and a light blush rose to his cheeks, but no one else seemed to make anything of it. "Hey, cutie. You don't seem like you hate me too much, why don't you help me get out of here?" He flirted, hoping she couldn't feel how fast his heart was beating. The hands on Robin's chest distracted him long enough for him to be caught off guard when Temerarii pulled the bandanna into his mouth again forcefully, tying it tight and not caring that it was pulling his hair. Muffled protests quickly faded when Luna removed her hands, wiping them on a piece of cloth and sighing. "No. So long as you and your friends live, my father will not rest. I'm sorry, human, but your death is for the best." Ouch. Way to be shot down. At least the two men didn't stall for long, let it sink in how harsh that rejection really was. They heaved Robin up off the floor and, since he was all painted for the ceremony, shoved him out of the tent. A cheer rose up in the enemy camp and whoops and hollers came from all around, a celebration at his death sentence.

xxxxxRobin squirmed and thrashed his shoulders, but to no avail. The villagers rallied and made any fight he put up completely useless, carrying him to the edge of a cliff like he was simply a weakling- no threat to them whatsoever. He was forced to his knees once again, as the chief gave a rather moving speech in Latin [Robin, of course, understood none of it] but the people seemed pumped up and ready to kill all the humans and viventems. And then, without hesitation, his hands and feet were quickly bound as tight as they could possibly be, and he was kicked roughly in the side. A small 'oof' came from behind Robin's gag, but didn't last long before he was nudged over the edge.

xxxxxThe first thing he felt was the pain shoot through his back. A scream had been ripped from his lungs and was so loud and full of pain that everyone could hear it- despite the bandanna, despite the roar of crashing waves. The water quickly swept over him and tugged him under, filling his nose and stinging his eyes with salt. Fire pulsed against the broken skin on his wrists and the raw corners of his mouth, and he began to thrash desperately in the clashing chaos of the water. This only tired him out, however, and the blackness flooded his vision a lot quicker than he'd expected it to. Here he was, he was dying, he was sinking. They finally got him.

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word count: 1418
cast: robin hayes, luna dux, chief dux, stultus and temerarii
note: i'm actually quite proud of this one. i'll post a link when i finish with the
next part of robin's story, so you're just going to have to wait in suspense~ cx

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xxxxxThe vase shattered loudly against the wall, and a loud, broken wail leaked from the woman's throat. Lydia flinched upon hearing it, knowing that her mother and father were fighting again and that if it didn't end soon, Zach would step in to stop it. Again. And maybe he'd get hurt. Again. The heavy, old front door creaked loudly as it swung open, and everything went silent for a moment. But then Lydia heard her older brother's voice echo through the house, exhausted and raspy from another long day at work. "Dad, again?" He yelled, throwing his arm out to the side. The older man cast a drunken glare at his son, several unintelligible curses slurring out of his foul-smelling mouth. Though, Zach was used to it- the words never hurt him, not when they came from an alcoholic whose brain was too wet with vodka to comprehend the profanities spewing out of its own mouth, or whom they were even directed at in the first place. The young man knew he was someone worth respect- someone who worked two jobs, planned on enlisting as soon as he graduated this year, and always- always took care of his little sister. She was only fifteen, after all, and it was his responsibility to be strong and father-like in this stupid, broken family. Like the Yoko Ono quote, "Some people are old at eighteen and some are young at ninety. Time is a concept that humans created." He was only eighteen, but mature far beyond his years.

xxxxx"You've got to stop doing this. You are a grown man, with three children!" Zach yelled, and a bottle of liquor flew past his face. He was normally quick enough to dodge it, but he'd been caught off-guard and it shattered against his right ear. Lydia flinched once more as he screamed and his hands flew to it, blood immediately leaking through his fingers. "That's it! I'm taking Lyddi!" He yelled, storming up the stairs and into her room. He was panting badly, and blood was starting to stain his shirt collar. "Lydia, get some of your stuff together. We're going to stay at Ben's for a couple days." He explained, managing to keep calm enough to not scare her even more. The girl pressed her lips together and nodded meekly, standing up on shaking legs. Her knees knocked together in a nervous rhythm as she paced around the room and threw some clothes into a backpack along with her gameboy and toothbrush, not really checking what all she was taking.

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