Write_With_Will



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    There's a room in the middle of the building, and it's empty aside from an old television, a couple of chairs and couches, and a hole in the wall. When Percy walks back he hears screaming from another room and watches as a few of the staff drag somebody out of the room, kicking and yelling and struggling.

    "Let me go!" she yells, kicking out again. "Let go!" she meets Percy's eyes and snarls before spitting at him. "What the fuck are you looking at?" she yells, still being dragged away. "Huh?"

    Percy doesn't say anything as he watches her get thrown into a padded room, using his sleeve to wipe his cheek, heart pounding in his sternum.

     

    or, percy jackson is sent to goode mental hospital after his life goes downhill. he hates it, but he supposes it could be worse, and the kids there are alright.

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    "I dunno, I just think it would make a lot of things easier for a lot of people," Percy said to Thalia, when she just stared at him. His cheek rested in his hand, a rare pensive look leaving his eyes distant and unfocused. "Mom has Paul now, so it’ll be easier on her if she doesn’t have to worry about me mucking things up. Dad won’t have to keep threatening war every time Zeus gets his toga twisted. The prophecy’s done, so I won’t be bringing it down on Nico. And no one will have to worry about me blowing up another volcano."

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    His name was Tommy Innes, and he was born to touch the stars.

    Of course, touching the stars was going to have to wait, because he'd lost that dream the moment his parents had died when he was ten years old—the moment he had watched that starship explosion and felt a bit of his heart die with them. He'd lost that dream when he was transported to prison and then to a place called Pogtopia.

    He'd lost that dream when he watched hundreds of children starve on the streets of Pogtopia. When he and two friends become the lone survivors of the Red Planet's Genocide. When they were rescued, and he was captured again.

    But maybe—maybe one day, he would regain that dream. Maybe he would hunt down the mass murderer that had executed his friends and gain his revenge—but that day was not now, and now he sat in a prison and stared at the faraway stars.

    Perhaps there would be people that he could call family again. People he would see again—people whom he had lost years ago. One day.

    Because he was an Avian, born to be forever alone amongst broken stars.

    And Avians did not fall unless they wanted to.

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    a science fiction fic about rebellion

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    Mira raises an eyebrow. “You violently flinching and crashing into the wall is nothing?”

    Rumi winces. She doesn’t want to lie, but how is she supposed to tell the truth?

    How is she supposed to tell them that the night of the idol awards won’t leave her mind?

    That it’s their faces—twisted and vicious—that has her shaking in the middle of the night, holding back tears.

    That she knows in her soul that it wasn’t them on that stage but her mind can’t seem to forget the stupid smirks, the rough hands, the fucking song—and her body can’t help but flinch, can’t help the hammering that starts in her chest, can’t help the sweat the builds up in her back as her entire body locks up.

    She can’t tell them that.

     

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    Rumi’s haunted by the night of the Idol Awards. Memories of sharp, cruel words whispered into her ears; of light glinting off the blades she’d always fought beside as they were pointed at her.

    But Rumi’s a coward and a fool and refuses to tell the two closest people in her life what's bothering her.

    They notice, though, and luckily for Rumi, Mira and Zoey care far too much to let her suffer alone.

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