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(original characters/story)
“It’s the only way to know what happened here.” Rex shed his jacket and tossed it on the ground. The sun beat down upon them, searing and merciless. The cicadas sang and sang. With every weak breath of wind, the grass around them sighed and fluttered. The field was empty save for Rex, Stockton, Burden, and the last survivor.
Rex rolled up his sleeves. “Stay back, all of you, until it’s done.”
“And how will we know when it’s done?” Stockton picked up Rex’s jacket.
Rex didn’t answer and walked towards the last survivor.
(BBC Merlin)
“If- no, when, we get out of here, I’m going to write a book about what an idiot you are.”
Merlin sighed and rested his head against the wooden bars. “Well, write what you know, I suppose.”
“How could you think stopping to ask for directions could ever be a good idea? I knew where we were going.”
“We were lost and they looked friendly enough.” Merlin turned away from the bars and looked down at Arthur. “Look, how long are you going to complain? Maybe we should try figuring out how to get out here?”
“You figure out how to get us out.” Arthur drawled from his spot on the floor. He was lounging on the one and only pile of damp hay in the cell. The bruises from the attack were still fresh and swollen across his cheek and eye. “I’ll continue to complain, thank you very much.”
(Original characters/story)
They awoke to pain. And drowning.
Omen opened their eyes, gasping, choking. Their eyes stung with water and their head throbbed. Skull felt split open. Can’t. Move. Can’t. Breathe.
Within a moment, Omen realized that their hands were bound behind them. Their ankles were bound together. And there was a gag in their mouth.
They were wet but they weren’t drowning. Small mercies.
Omen squinted up at the man holding a dripping bucket over them.
“Good.” He said and set down the bucket. “I was beginning to think that I’d bludgeoned you a little too hard.”
(BBC Merlin)
“Quick, it went this way!” Prince Arthur hissed, leading the way into the cave.
Merlin furrowed his brow, panting, and shifted his pack further up on his shoulder. He stopped at the threshold of the cave entrance and looked up at the rocky ceiling and darkness within. Arthur was rapidly disappearing, his quiver of arrows on his back the last thing to vanish.
Something curdled in Merlin’s gut. They should not be going into this cave.
Besides, why would a startled deer run into a cave for safety?
(Original characters/story)
Rex did it without even thinking.
He saw the farmer raise his rifle. Saw the finger tremble. Stockton flinched.
The crack of the gun.
Rex just didn’t think.
He just wanted to protect Stockton, his friend.
Rex raised his hand and pulled the bullet away from Stockton’s head. It flew past his friend and slammed straight into Rex’s guts. A blinding punch of paralyzing pain.
Yeah, he hadn’t really had the time to stop that too. Oh well.
(Mystery Men - 1999)
Roy ducked into the bathroom, flung on the cold tap and splashed water on his face. It stung. Lukewarm and stale. Blood dripped into the grimy porcelain sink. Roy drank from the faucet and spat out pink water. He caught sight of his reflection in the smudged mirror. The lightbulb above flickered and blinked. He touched his cheek and winced.
That would be a black eye tomorrow.
(Original characters/story)
The blood covering his hands made this impossible. And the broken arm didn’t really help.
Hesperus tried to loosen the wheel on his motorbike once again. But his fingers, slick with rain, and oil and blood, just kept slipping off the wrench.
(The Man From U.N.C.L.E. 2015)
“You should not be here.”
This was the first thing that Solo said to Illya in two weeks.
It's May, everyone!! Due to personal and technical difficulties, we're getting the list to you DAY ONE. WOW!
So sorry for the delay, but we have every confidence that despite this short notice, you'll all be able to put out some amazing work this year!
Without further ado, welcome to The Merry Whump of May!
