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I did not need those, thanks, brain.

The theme was rape. Actually it was coming home and being raped. Walking down my home street. Shortly before I get to my home, there's a big four-lane-ish (and a .. side lane?) main street type thing. Crossed by my street. It's big, commercial. That's RL.

At both crossing points I get assaulted by one hooker each. There's a pile fo trash. It looks like the place has gone to shit. I keep walking.

I run into a couple of girls and their mothers.. coming home, going to a friend's something. I keep walking.

I get followed by three guys who obviously have sex on their minds, but fail to take advantage of the conveniently placed hookers. Who yell at them.

Then yell at me to run.

The mothers shove their kids at me as the guys behind us start chasing us and tell me to run.

There's three guys. Two mothers.

I get to the part of the sidewalk that dips down a hill, where my building and the neighboring building share a walk. I pound shoe leather down the stairs, grabbing the girls' hands because they can barely move. They're in shock. We scramble through the door that, miraculously, is being propped open a la carpet because I don't have my keys. Then I scramble to pull the door shut. It takes forver to close and the bad guy's coming up. Like in a horror movie, we get inside barely in time.

I chivy the girls into the condo. Tell my mom what's happening. Break down.

The lights go out. There's a huge crash. I tell her to call 911. She tries to send the kids into my room, which is in the basement and somehow the most defensible (actually it might be, it's in a back corner and has a window you can jump out from) and I'm in the middle of calling 911 when two things happen. I look outside, and the line goes dead after I say "I have to report several rapes in front of my house and--" I don't get to the my life in danger part.

The line goes dead. Static. I can't hear anyone else in the house, especialy my Mom. The bastard's in the house. I can see by the broken window at ground, crawl-in level. Outside, I can see two people being raped. The image looks like that pounce-and-grab, Reaver style.

(I'm shaking just retyping this.)

Just before I wake up the guy pops out at me. And I know he's raping my Mom. I grab my knives, my sword, prepare to run him through. How do you like that, bitch.

But I wake up before I can. Or before I can find out what he's doing.

Still shaking. And terrified.

Thanks, brain.

[fic] Flash Back Bang

Title: Flash Back Bang
Fandom: Spider-Man/Harry Potter/The Faculty
Characters: Peter Parker, Colin Creevey, Casey Connor
Word Count: 2000
Rating: PG
Summary: Three young men wander into a shop tucked away in a corner of the city one fine day.
Author's Notes: None of these characters are mine. Except the little shop of creepy and its owner. I do not own them, I am making no money off of this, please do not sue.

Here’s Peter, in between classes and with his bag slung over his shoulder in the precarious way that means he keeps checking it to make sure he doesn’t knock over anything. He’s never seen this shop before, but he has a few minutes and something in the window begs him to come in and have a look around.

Here’s Colin, on a holiday with his family in the city of wonders, the city of lost and poor and huddled masses yearning to be free. He broke away from his family a few hours ago and he’s been wandering the streets ever since. It’s easy to find your way around the subway system, but here’s a shop that seems to have the same kind of air as Diagon Alley.

Here’s Casey, out early before his afternoon classes and wandering around the big city. It’s different from the small town, but nothing’s been so different as what he experienced in high school. He still has their pictures in his wallet, all his old friends and that one heady summer when she was his girlfriend. He’s been looking for some black and white film to do a private project anyway.

The bell rings three times and by the time Casey walks in the dust has shaken itself from the top of the door.

( Hey, there )

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Some points.

1. This year sucks.
2. Hope is useless.
3. People are stupid.
3b. People suck.
4. Taxes suck.
5. This year sucks.

That is all.

I just threw a bag of oreos across the room because they were stale and I wanted oreos. Huh.

This Is Me At My Most Masochistic

Because I am totally in the mood for this. May be included in some other challenges, we'll see.

My top ten nightmares, in 1,000 words each:

10.
9.
8. Abandonment, Solitude.
7. War.
6. Ghosts, Malevolent.
5. Teeth Falling Out.
4. Bugs, Etc. Under My Skin.
3. Betrayal of the Familiar
2. Vampires/Zombies, Being Eaten Alive
1. Chase, Torture, Rape. Reaver-Style.