in a world full of people only some want to fly

cuddlyxmedics asked: Run, Jane, Run as fast as you can. Because you have to pick one of my boys at random for your nightmare >:D

It looks like someone could have been trying to turn Coldfront into a giant cherry snocone, there’s so much red on the snow. There are gibs everywhere, gibs that aren’t vanishing. Twisted, horrified faces, both attatched to bodies and not.

It’s also dead quiet, save for the crying of ravens. They circle overhead, some land and peck a bit at the bodies.

“ABEL!”

The Soldier’s mind was singular. Drawn tight as a piano wire, his mind only settled on that one panicked thought. He had to find Abel. His boots leave a frantic running trail in the snow

Suddenly, something grips at his pants. Looking down, eyes widening, he sees the Sniper, Dom Hawker, gashed throughout as if by a blade, one landing square across his throat. His voice is a gurgling rasp.

“…jane… mad, ‘e… ‘e’s bloody mad… got to… stop…”

Blood gushes from his throat as he struggles to speak, and the Australian says no more.

Jane grits his teeth, snarling. Don’t worry, Aussie. I’ll get whoever did this and tear him the fuck apart.

Following his instinct, Jane charges into the BLU base, heading for the Medbay. He needs to find Abel first, make sure he’s alright.

“Abel!”

The BLU Medic is standing with his back to the door, hunched a bit, staying still.

“Abel, it’s me. Babe, we got to get you someplace safe, jesus, I’m so glad I got to you before the maniac did. Come on, we…”

Abel turns slowly. His face is so pale, twin bloody tears falling down it, standing starkly. His expression to his lover is both horribly sad and apologetic. He murmurs a single word…

“…aldous…”

…and collapses to the floor, a stark red bloom rising from a stab wound on his chest.

Screaming, Jane cradles his dead love’s body in his arms, rocking him, sobbing just once, a loud ugly sound. But he doesn’t take much time to mourn.

Aldous.

Had Abel named his murderer? The bodies were all cut up by a blade, it was the unstable RED’s M.O.- it made too much sense. Aldo’d lost it in a big way this time and was slaughtering everyone. And Jane was going to stop him. It wasn’t going to be pretty.

Balling his hand into a fist, he lays Abel gently on the nearest bed, closes his eyes, and kisses his forehead.

I’m going to avenge you, babe. Don’t you worry.

Seeing red, Jane charges out of the BLU base towards the RED, screaming in anguished fury, shotgun drawn. Still, he can’t help but jut his eyebrows up in surprise when he sees who’s running out to meet him.

His saw is bloody and his expression is highly agitated, good and blind eyes opened wide as he cries out.

“JANE!”

“YOU SON OF A BITCH, WHAT-“

“Gottverdammt, Soldat, zhere is no TIME, you need to listen to me! You’ve got t—”

He’s cut short by two things- a cry of pain, and a shovel jutting through his chest.

Jane’s eyes widen in shock as he looks up.

“You…”

William Walker smiles back at him, his grin twisting horribly.

“Well howdy there, Jane. Y’like mah handiwork?”

Jane sputters out in shock. This made no sense, none at all.

“WILL? Your… but… Abel said…”

“Heh, prob’ly wanted you t’ save him. Can see how you’d get th’ wrong idea, though. Looks like somethin’ he’d do, doesn’ it?”

William chuckles- such a warm sound usually, edged with madness.

“Gawd, ah feel so dang liberated. She was right, this did feel mighty damn good. Took care’a the Mountain first, but dang if’n ah didn’ wanna have more fun.”

His fingers stroke against the flat of his shovel’s spade. The weapon is slick with red, dripping with it.

“Will, is… fuck, kid, is SHOVEL telling you to do this? Goddamnit, didn’t I tell you—”

“Not t’ listen? Tried that. Jes’ got easier not t’ fight it. An’ ah’m glad. Ah don’t need Amm, or Woody, or nobody no more. We’re gonna be jes’ fine on our own. Sad ah can’t say thi’ same fer you.”

And before Jane can recover from the shock, the mad Soldier is upon him, burying the sharpened spade in his chest.

“G’night, Jane. Sorry. Ya failed…”

And everything went dark.

carprediem asked: (That is a scary coincidence)

I KNOW. and I swear I didn’t see that picture ‘till I posted the writing bit. ))

tobiaswraithwall asked: Do you have any refs for Jane?

((Like, picture refs? He’s my take on the canon BLU Soldier, so any pic of him would be a ref. XP ))

writingcyan asked: Run? (I don't have a character, though, so I substitute BLU Medic. He's close enough to a personal avatar.)

“Oh. You’re finally avake.”

Jane’s head felt thick and slow and logy, and while he was indeed waking up he was having trouble comprehending his surroundings. He was tied down, thick straps across his neck, ankles, wrists, and torso- something that immediately put him ill at ease. He despised being bound. He saw the Medic in blue moving about, and squints.

“…abel…?”

“Nein, I’m afraid not. Zhough he can’t help you now, Soldat. No vun can. Scream all you like, no vun will come to help you. No vun loves you enough to try. Zuch a loud, coarze creature you ah, I zhink zhey vill be glad to be rid of you.”

“…what… what the fuck’s going on…?”

The place smells of blood. This isn’t his Team’s medbay, this place is dark, the white tiles smeared crimson. Harsh operating lights click on, revealing just how gore-streaked the place is, the metal touched with rust. Rats scurry back to havens of darkness. The place smells of death.

The BLU Medic reaches out a long, thin set of tongs and grips Jane’s tounge, ignoring the protesting screams and even humming pleasantly as he begins to carve it out. Crimson pours down his throat, causing him to gag and sputter on his own blood. He tries to spit it at his torturer, who merely laughs as it spatters on his face and glasses.

“Feizty! I like zhat!”

He drops the tongue- Jane’s tongue- into a formeldahyde jar and screws it up, mopping his face off with a handkerchief before looking down into the Soldier’s face again.

“Mein gott…”

Maybe the man was coming to his senses. Maybe he’d let Jane go. Of course, he’d get a pummeling the moment the restraints were undone…

Blood marred latex reaches out to caress the American’s cheek, looks down into his face.

“Zhuch beautiful eyes you haff. I zhink zhey would look prettier on my shelf zhan in zhat bulldog face of yours, though. Don’t worry, now! I von’t feel a zhing!”

One hand pries open an eyelid. His head is held tight, steady. No escape.

He can see the blade approaching his eye. He screams best he can, first out of fear, and then agony. First one eye, and then the other. Plunged into darkness, and pain, and the sound of a horrible mad laugh…

(Source: youth-joy-and-freedom)

to-begin-again-jack asked: 3, 6

3. You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You have enough time to make ONE phone call. Who do you call? What do you tell them?

I CALL ABEL AND TELL HIM I WILL BE SLIGHTLY LATE, FOR I NEED TO ROCKET JUMP FROM A BURNING PLANE CARRYING AS MANY WOMEN AND CHILDREN AS I CAN AND FLY TO CHICAGO ON GOOD OLD FASHIONED AMERICAN WEAPONS-GRADE EXPLOSIVES.

6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you take the time to save the dogs life? Why or Why not?

I SAVE THE DOG. DOGS ARE MAN’S BEST FRIEND, AND ANY EMPLOYER WHO WOULD SACK ME FOR SAVING ONE IS NOT SOMEONE I WISH TO WORK FOR ANYWAY, AS HE IS CLEARLY A COMMUNIST.

6.

1. What is more difficult for you, looking into someones eyes when you are telling someone how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they are telling you how they feel?

2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry? Do you still feel the same way?

3. You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You have enough time to make ONE phone call. Who do you call? What do you tell them?

4. You are at the doctor’s office and he has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? What do you do with your remaining days? Would you be afraid?

5. You can have one of the following two things. Which do you choose? Why? Love and Trust.

6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you take the time to save the dogs life? Why or Why not?

7. Would you rather be hurt by the one you trust the most or the one you love the most?

8. Your best friend confesses that he/she has feelings for you more than just friendship. He/she is falling in love with you. What do you (or did you) do/say?

9. Think of the last person who you know that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give up one year of yours. Do you do it? Why or Why not?

10. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?

11. Does love = sex?

12. Your boss tells your coworker that they have to let them go because of work shortage, and they are the newest employee. You have been there much longer. Your coworker has a family to support and no other means of income. Do you go to your boss and offer to leave the company? Why or Why not?

13. When was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt regardless of how difficult it was for you to say? Who was it? What did you have to tell the person?

14. What would be (or what was) harder for you to tell a member of the opposite sex, you love them or that you do not love them back?

15. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Why would it be hard to lose?

16. Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them. Who were they to you?

17. If there was one moment and one time in the last month what would you change and why?

18. Imagine it is a dark night, you are alone, it is raining outside, you hear someone walking around outside your window. WHO do you wish was there with you?

19. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying? Why or Why not?

21.You are holding onto your grandmother’s hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other. Who do you let fall to their death? What was your rationale for making the decision?

22. Are you old fashioned?

23. When was the last time you were nice to someone and did NOT expect anything in return for it?

24. Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a broken heart, or never loved at all? Why?

25. If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?

(Source: kylegeraghty)

zecuddlyblumedic:

blusollyjd:

zecuddlyblumedic:

blusollyjd:

Rocket: *nomnomnom* *prrrrr*

…you two have all the broonshnooger you want. I’ll stick to German sausage.  … :|

….I know vhat kind of German sausage you love ze most, mein liebe.

I’m sure you do, babe. B)

Vould you like a late night snack sometime tonight? Hmmm?

Hell yes I would. :D

zecuddlyblumedic:

blusollyjd:

zecuddlyblumedic:

blusollyjd:

zecuddlyblumedic:

blusollyjd:

Brownschwiener. Eeuugh. *wrinkles his nose*

I know you don’t like it, liebe. But it’s amusing vhen you try, just to impress me.

Umber says it tastes like cat food. :| … Hmmm… ROCKET. HERE KITTYKITTYKITTY.

It does not taste like cat food! It’s amazing!

Rocket: *nomnomnom* *prrrrr*

…you two have all the broonshnooger you want. I’ll stick to German sausage.  … :|

….I know vhat kind of German sausage you love ze most, mein liebe.

I’m sure you do, babe. B)