WRITING Moody's Random-Ass Writings

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  1. A Snapped Twig

    I opened blind eyes and before me, hanging heavy and low a full moon in royal bled. Its waters seeped toward me as I stood on the soft ground. I spread my arms wide as pain blossomed within my body, and to the moon, I let my blind eyes delve.

    Though I stood and the blood rose to cover me, I remained and trusted in the moon.

    The moon saw my unseeing trust, and its light opened a path. I followed as it guided my feet, and my body in another place far away moved with strength not my own, all while I followed the winding, splitting path.

    I took every fork, splitting to multiples as I passed each, and another me walked the way I did not tread.

    Those destinations, I knew, would be known to me when I found that self that traveled its road or passed near beside it.

    Even as these facts, undeniable and true, slid through my mind, my feet moved still along the path. Knee-deep blood pushed back against me, but the moon led, and to resist the moon would doom... The recipient of the doom escaped me, but that didn't matter.

    So many things didn't matter.

    I closed my eyes, and felt my every step carry me miles forward. The blood's pull grew stronger, but the moon's strength overpowered it, though both shared the same source.

    One was the blessing forced upon me, and the other, my own mortality.

    My blind eyes opened on their own, and before me, I Saw.

    I Saw myself, my body, mind, soul, and vision, all together in one. This vision showed my own future. Absently, I remembered the gun shoved under my rib cage, cold metal pressed into my bleeding flesh. It shoved deeper, my back arched, and my flesh parted before it. Even now, I felt the heat of the muzzle lodged under my ribs.

    The moon grew brighter, scolding me. I turned my eyes forward again rather than back. The Unifiers would record it. I forced my body to scream. They would gloat, send the recording to the Council.

    My body screamed, and I stared at my future before me.

    The self of my future laid on a slab, covered in a cloth stained with wet, steaming blood. Not yet dead, but dying. A shadowed figure removed the cloth, and another poured water.

    A familiar face, the head of the Unifier interrogation division, stared down at my body. He told me that he knew how to kill me when a silver bullet to the brain would not. My torso bled from a wound where my organs slowly regrew after removal.

    He wiped blood from my chest and black ink shot with many needles into my flesh. He bisected the black tattoo line about my neck. He supported my head with a gentle, gloved hand. His thumb rubbed my chin as strength left me, and he ordered the others to leave. Each shadowed figure left in turn, and the man whose face I could see leaned down. He saw something that I could not, and his lips spread into a smile that made every part of me shudder.

    With that shudder, a powerful blow knocked me under the current of blood. It rushed me, and my eyes open, but saw only blackness. A scream ripped from my lips as a click by my torso sent a powerful explosion through my torso. Metal shards split and filled my left lung.

    Panic filled me, and I tried to move, but straps dug into my arms and legs. My lungs burned as the silver fragments seared and cooked my flesh. I smelled like bacon.

    Hot metal pressed against my forehead. My scream had no time to leave my lips.

    I woke on a metal table. My torso felt sticky and wet, and something laid on top of me. My blindfold was gone. I heard voices, and then felt something vibrate against my neck.

    The blackness faded, and the man above my head, cradling it in a gentle, gloved hand, grinned. Sadism twisted his face into something demonic.
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  2. A Snapped Twig: The Other Side

    Kanna finally arrived in the Council's hearing chambers. Crow looked toward her, his expression hard to read for a moment before his lips twitched back in a half-hearted wince-smile of sympathy. His lower lip was split and scabbed. Elizabeth looked calm, but her claws dug into the wooden railing before her: the wood there was pocked with holes. All members wore their full robes, hoods up, faces shrouded, save Crow, who allowed Kanna that brief glimpse before he covered his face again.

    Only one seat in the chamber was empty: the current head for this shift. Normally outspoken and blabbering, he'd disappeared in the past decade.

    In his place, Crow stepped to the stand, then looked toward the back of the room, where a uniformed man in teal appeared in a large, arcing rectangle along the wall. "This is Kanna—Twiggy's caretaker."

    "Yes, she fits the description," The man on the screen looked down at Kanna as she stood in the center of the room. "Face this way, Kanna. I feel it only..." He trailed off, then shrugged as he found a suitable word. "Fitting, that as his caretaker, you view his final moments."

    The creak of wood around claws came from Elizabeth.

    "None of you object, do you?" The Unifier asked as he let his eyes trail the room. All remained quiet until Crow spoke.

    "Get on with it so we can stop looking at that hideous teal!," The tengu's nose twitched. "Kanna, pay attention to this idiot's video." The unspoken order was 'Make sure you catch whatever message Twiggy has.'

    The Unifier raised an eyebrow. "Very well. The idiot will go ahead." He turned his attention down, to something in front of him, and after a few moments, the screen flashed black, then to color again as it displayed Twiggy on screen. He was strapped to a slab, arms and legs spread and insides distinctly not inside of him. His body didn't heal.

    The slab tilted slowly forward, until Twiggy's guts began to slide from the open cavity, though no blood was visible.

    A man all in white approached. A plastic visor protected his face, a white cap protected his hair and head, and white scrubs kept the body fluids away from his own body. He approached Twiggy, then pressed two fingers against one side of his neck.

    "The time is 1422 on July 18, 2015 C.E., Unifier Standard Time. Pulse irregular. Roughly 210 BPM. Professional opinion: a human would have expired three hours prior. Hunter regeneration has been stunted. Body resources seem focused on retaining brain function." He used a stylus to point out the chest cavity, where Twiggy's lungs and heart worked, frantic and shallow.

    "The subject was to be executed five days ago. Each attempt has been thwarted, including silver injections, beheading, water deprivation, blood loss, organ removal, hanging, firearms, strangulation, and suffocation. I hypothesize he will survive today's attempt as well. Please watch as I apply twelve enchanted silver bullets directly into the heart and lungs and one enchanted silver bullet to his head after one test round to his leg."

    The man in white pulled a gun from his back and lifted it to the camera as he recited model and serial, then aimed at Twiggy's knee.

    The recoil barely moved the man's arm, but Twiggy's knee exploded.

    The seer's legs both jerked, and he began to scream: not mindless screams of agony, but words.

    "Kan... na! Kanna!" Unseeing and pale, his violet eyes snapped open as he gulped for air. "Kanna! They- Unifiers! Tattoos! Don't let-" He gulped for air as the man in white rotated his arm and pressed the muzzle of the still-warm gun against Twiggy's diaphragm directly.

    Twiggy gasped and forced himself to keep screaming. "Kanna! Kanna! Tattoos! Make... Fix my-!"

    BLAM! The first shot tore through, and Twiggy groaned. Gurgles escaped, and his head lolled, but his mouth still moved. Wheezing words shifted cadence into the voice he'd used when his visions took everything from him.

    "Seek you the Unending Roads. Cracked by Heaven's Seekers, the road between the Eyes leads to darkness."


    "Seek not without preparations. When a moon bleeds in sorrow for sun's loss, take its tears and join with it the burning white of Hephaestus."


    "Combined with dye from fruits of ivy poison of blackest night and thorns of death, fresh is magic, old is truth."


    "Armed with needle repair the wide road upon which the Eyes walk, and the Eyes walk anew, and beside them the Impotent."


    Even aided by whatever supernatural force aided Twiggy, his voice grew weaker. The man with the gun absently moved the microphone closer to Twiggy's mouth.

    "All-Mother's hope bleeds from thick wounds. Console with news: the Promised Comes. Bond and contract with the Queen of Stones. The Shining One succeeds with aid."


    "Pact of service leads to discovery. Beware! The body of the Useless is attended by a host of many—!"


    Twiggy wheezed, long and heavy before he continued. "—among the Band who would bring a Great and Horrible Oneness." He panted, the expression of neutrality fading, and his cadence slipping.


    "The Eyes require the Guide! Let not their resplendent arms harm the—!"


    Blood erupted from his mouth. He sputtered and gasped to try to gather air. "—One Who Leads!"


    A wheeze, and his body seized. His lips moved, but no sound emerged, nor did his lips move to make any words. His back arched and his fists clenched on either side as the man shook violently.


    Twiggy's body fell limp, then became suddenly tense. The gun was pressed under his ribs, against some remaining bits of lung. Tears began to fall as he mouthed Kanna's name. Only a squeak emerged.


    The twelfth shot. Twiggy, himself now, jerked. His head slammed the metal table, and he sagged against his restraints.

    The man in white removed hand and gun from under Twiggy's ribs and sighed. "Twelve bullets have been administered. Applying final bullet to the crani-" He paused, then touched his free hand to his ear. After a moment, he lowered his hand. "Applying final bullet to the cranium, and then cutting the feed."

    He pressed the gun under Twiggy's neck and adjusted the angle.

    BLAM! Gore sprayed behind Twiggy's head, and his body jerked once.

    "Ending execution attempt twelve. Should the subject survive, attempt thirteen will be made after his prophesy has been decoded."

    He reached toward a switch on the wall, then paused and looked at the camera. "I assume, based on the subject's babbling, this 'Kanna' will view this recording. I personally advise seeking psychological aid, as the contents of this documentation have been graphic." With that, he touched the switch on the wall, and the video died.

    The screen turned black, and it returned to the Unifier soldier. "The prophesy has already been dealt with, thanks to some creative weedkiller. I advise Miss Kanna to take comfort in knowing that he was very, very hard to kill."

    He flipped through some papers in front of himself. "Now, I believe the Council requested his final execution video?"

    "We requested it, but Kanna does not need to view it." Crow snapped.

    "I insist." The Unifier's eyes narrowed.

    Thunder rumbled as Crow stared back. "Kanna. Alsoome is in the portal room. We have put you through enough today." There was a point that one did not cross. Kanna wasn't even involved in the conflict—Kanna had been stuck on HQ dealing with invalids during the war. "We are not so desperate—"

    "I love you, but shut up, Crow," Elizabeth snapped. "Kanna, you will stay. Show your strength as a woman. Cry in private after standing strong through this." Though she glared at Crow, her brief glance toward Kanna held some warmth.

    Crow balled his hands into fists under his long, flowing sleeves. "Very well. The decision falls to you, Kanna." His eyes tried to nudge her toward the portal room's entrance, directly under the Speaker's seat.
  3. Tripped Trap

    Beryl stood in the Council's hearing chamber. She stood in the speaker's position, since she was above all members of the Council regardless of their rotations. Beside her, the sub-speaker for this period, Crow, stood with his arms clasped behind his back. Under his hood, he glared at the large projection across the opposite wall.

    That projection displayed an image of a Unifier: the teal uniform was unmistakable. Whoever they were, their shoulders were covered in medals, and behind him, two all-too familiar figures stood. Even across whatever medium the Unifiers were utilizing to make this communication possible, Crow could smell the shame that came off Faida and Faust in waves. Both were scarred more heavily than before they disappeared, and their eyes seemed empty with shell-shock.

    What they'd seen to force them to join the Unifiers and don that ugly teal uniform was beyond his ability to guess. Faida, shaking, barely restrained tears. Faust stared emptily forward, blinking in Morse: 'run away'.

    Still, Crow stood his ground beside Beryl. "If the Lady Beryl will allow me?"

    The crystalline woman nodded in silence as she stared forward.

    Crow's gaze darkened under his hood, and he threw the covering back to reveal his face. "This is Beryl, like you requested. What do you want?" Diplomacy was the strong suit to Rare, not to him.

    "Shut up, Councilman," the Unifier didn't even spare the tengu a glance as he looked at Beryl. "I can see who she is." He sighed and watched Beryl for several moments. "You know which universe we have her in. We found Kyoko, Rare, Obsidian, Kyra, Jikei, Dream, Doucha, and Phil. They are safe, for now, and should be entering an area you can detect shortly."

    Without any motion, Beryl brought each of those listed into the hearing chamber, but not the main portion: instead, they appeared in the portal room, where they could hear the conversation, but would not be seen.

    "Ah, you found them quickly."

    Beryl remained silent.

    "Yes, I suppose we've played enough games. I'm here today to offer the bait you've been waiting for."

    A slight twitch at the corner of Beryl's eyes warned of volumes, even as her skin sang aloud with tension.

    "You're not incapable of speaking. I need to verify you by voice, so say something, or you don't get to meet Jade."

    "Where is she?" The woman's voice was like agitated crystal chimes as she snapped.

    "Ah, there we go. In fifteen seconds after I finish speaking, you will be able to open one portal. That portal will close within five seconds, or we will activate her failsafe. You may do as you wish, but you will not be able to make a portal to leave until we have ensured that you have done nothing to attempt and remove our control of the girl."

    Crow's mind screamed of a trap. "May she bring an escort?," he interrupted.


    The rest of the fifteen seconds passed in silence, and then Beryl stepped forward as she formed a portal. She appeared in view on the projection, and walked forward as her section of the screen grew. The portal remained as she cupped a tiny girl's face.

    "Oh, Jade... I'm so sorry." She kissed Jade's forehead, and the blonde gasped, eyes wide, before Beryl threw her through the portal and closed it. She looked toward the viewing area. "Get her to Alsoome immediately!" The order was punctuated by a gunshot.

    Beryl's shoulder exploded into multicolored shards. The life left her eyes.

    "Get that portal back open!"

    "Prepare for a push!"

    "Get the spec team ready, we're going to need supernatural cannon fodder!"

    "Fuck! She handed it off! No restart!"

    The voices faded with the projection as Crow stared dumbly at the empty space. In his arms, pressed against his chest, a thin wisp of a girl sobbed and gasped. She reeked of terror, and Crow lifted her into his arms and stroked her hair as he stared forward.


    His attention jerked toward Elizabeth.

    "Get her to Al!"

    The tengu's wings burst from the back of his cloak and carried him forward, phasing through doors that would have otherwise snapped them.
  4. Strange Relations

    Crow pushed Rare's door open and rested his forearm against the wall as he watched Vargo comb Rare's hair. Despite how fine it was, her nightly braid left only minor waves in the dark locks. Compared to her pet, he felt a twinge in his chest, and his glare faded slightly. He planned to yell and scold, but confronted with this scene, where Rare looked even smaller, the bluster left.

    "Rare," he spoke, and she opened her eyes to look at him. Her shoulders grew tense, and Crow's lips twitched in a brief smirk at her uncertainty. Yellow eyes slid half-shut. "You can stay in the golem's lap."

    "Vargo," the hulking golem corrected as he watched Crow.

    Crow rolled his eyes skyward, then shrugged and entered. He closed the door and murmured quietly, then took a seat on Rare's stool beside the vanity. None outside would hear the exchange within, and he turned his gaze directly to Vargo.

    "Very well, then. Vargo. You claim Rare as your owner, but she is my property. I will not damage my property, but it is my right to hurt her or have others hurt her, but she will not be scarred and she will not be killed. She's a trash doll, but she is my rubbish, and any who harm her under my watch will receive more punishment than you can provide. Rare did not tell you to obey, but she did tell you to listen. If you have the intelligence to correct me with your name, I am sure you can understand the need to watch how you behave," Crow explained with a calm, deep voice before he addressed Rare. "Order him to secrecy about all he sees before I leave this room."

    Rare looked up at Vargo, then nodded to tell him that was her request. On his knee, her thighs and bottom remained tense as she turned her head to look at Crow once more.

    "Good girl," he praised, then sighed, "However, you lied to the Council. Everyone did yesterday. I can't demand answers from Elizabeth or her guest, but you will give me the reason." He made a point to avoid demanding the truth. His relationship with Rare was more complex than most could ever understand, and he preferred it that way. People assumed she made no effort to escape because she feared him, and they were half right.

    The girl took a deep breath, as though in preparation to speak, then began to sign.

    She began with a simple statement—he told her long ago that in her missions, she would have to trust her judgment and act upon it rather than act on her training, because her missions were going to be unusual.

    Crow nodded and waited for her to continue.

    Rare closed her eyes, then began to sign. "Multiple-event. Secret-from-Council. Ally-protect. Ally-rules-broke."

    The man sighed. "Just write it. This sounds too complex to signing to do any good."

    The demon bit her finger and began to write.

    Multiple large events occurred, and the situation became too complex for the rest of the Council to understand. Even Elizabeth thought it best they remain ignorant, despite her own 'handicap'. An ally broke several rules, many large, but in doing so, revealed to me that this ally should not be counted an enemy. I believe this ally would fight alongside us if requested by someone the ally considers amicable.

    She focused through the written words and watched Crow, and the man knew she was done.

    "Rare, you believe that is the truth, but that isn't your reason." Her flinch confirmed his assumption. "Tell me."

    The ally is among my friends.

    Yellow eyes narrowed. "So, either is one of your friends or happens to be in proximity to them. Which?"

    Her hand began to write, but stopped and looked down with brows furrowed.

    "Ha," Crow laughed, "You don't know? Fine, I'll accept it. Don't betray my trust for this person, though, not if you don't even know if he's your friend."

    The tengu in human disguise walked toward Rare and rested a hand on her cheek. "After all, even if this person saved your life, the chance wouldn't have been present without my involvement in your life."

    Rare lowered her head, though he caught the hint of shame in her ears.

    "And perhaps I misjudged that Elliot Sinclair person. I sent you in time to ovulate, but you're not pregnant. I suppose it's just as well. Next time you do, it will be January. You will skip it this year—not for lying, no. This is for failing to protect that city."

    Rare nodded.

    Crow smiled and pinched her cheek hard before he slipped away. "Too many failures, and..." With his words, he turned from her and the giant.

    As he exited the room, he spotted the human Elizabeth brought with her from that doomed city. His eyes narrowed with instinctual distaste. For a moment, he pondered whether he should mention his thoughts to the man. Finally, he decided he may as well. "Officer Falren, a moment, please, in my office." He motioned toward a random door. "This room is not occupied, and the rumor mill is exceptionally active among Hunters. I do not think you want everyone to know what I will tell you." Yellow eyes glanced up and down the hall, briefly as he opened a door to reveal a room of the same stone as the rest of the underground complex.