ZOMBIFIED TITANS

I am not a fan of zombies and the thought of a zombie apocalypse terrifies me. Despite this, I have considered the possibility of a zombie outbreak and how I might go about surviving it.

However, my thoughts on this topic recently led me to have a nightmare about zombies, triggered by shows like The Walking Dead and Attack on Titan. The idea of zombified Titans is particularly unsettling.

In my nightmare, it was the beginning of the third world war and I was having dinner with friends in a restaurant while watching the news of the war. The atmosphere was tense, and the fear of an impending zombie outbreak was palpable.

I was sitting down for dinner with my friends from Quantico: Iris Chang, Will Olsen and some others. I noticed that Will was acting stranger than usual.

The tension was high as we discussed the ongoing war crisis, and my anxiety was creeping up on me. However, as the conversation progressed, something felt off.

I started having dark thoughts about the collapse of governments, but then I realized that the voice in my head wasn’t mine. It was Will’s. He was trying to manipulate and brainwash me into doing something horrific.

I turned to him slowly, feeling a sense of heartbreak at his betrayal. “If you want to kill someone so badly, do it yourself,” I snarled.

Will stared at me in shock. “You should be under my control! How are you aware of any of this?” he exclaimed.

Iris looked at me with concern, then turned to her best friend. “Will, what have you done?” she asked.

In an instant, Will stood up from his seat and declared that he was working for a secret black ops group that was destined to take over the world. He was taken into custody off to a black site.

The atmosphere at the table was tense and heavy as we all processed what had just happened. The night had taken a dark turn, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease about what was to come.

I woke up thinking 💭 wow that’s a whole lot of crazy! Not only are epileptics easily susceptible to suggestion, there would be no way I would have been able to get out of that mess!

Attack on Titan

WE CAN CONQUER THE WORLD!

Sosuke Aizen stood before his loyal followers, his voice ringing out with the unmistakable tone of a man who believed himself to be unstoppable.

“Power is everything,” he declared, his eyes blazing with conviction. “With enough power, we can conquer the world. With enough power, we can reshape reality itself. And I, Sosuke Aizen, have more power than any of you could ever imagine.”

His followers cheered, their faces twisted into expressions of rapturous adulation. They hung on his every word, lost in the hypnotic spell of his charisma.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, Aizen saw her. Becky.

She stood at the back of the room, her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of anger and confusion. He felt a pang of something deep within him, a sudden stirring that he couldn’t quite explain.

He stumbled over his words, his speech faltering. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice cracking.

Becky didn’t flinch. “I came to stop you,” she said, her voice low and dangerous.

Aizen just laughed, trying to regain his composure. “You can’t stop me,” he said. “No one can. I am the most powerful being in existence.”

Becky narrowed her eyes. “That may be true,” she said. “But power isn’t everything. You’ve lost sight of what’s really important.”

Aizen’s heart skipped a beat. He felt a sudden rush of emotion, a mix of anger and confusion and something else that he couldn’t quite identify.

“You don’t understand,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I do what I do because I want to create a world where we can all be free, where we can all be powerful.”

Becky shook her head. “That’s not freedom,” she said. “That’s just tyranny. You’re just another dictator, trying to impose your will on others.”

Aizen bristled, his eyes flashing with rage. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “You’re just a naive little girl.”

Becky didn’t back down. “I may be young,” she said. “But at least I know right from wrong. And what you’re doing is wrong.”

Aizen stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a sudden surge of emotion, a mix of anger and desire and confusion.

“You don’t understand,” he said, his voice low and desperate. “I’m doing all of this for you. Don’t you see that? I’m doing it because…because I love you.”

Becky’s expression softened for a moment as she looked at Aizen. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, but she knew that his actions were not motivated by love.

“Aizen, what you’re doing is not love,” she said gently. “Love doesn’t involve manipulating and controlling people. It’s about respecting others’ freedom and letting them make their own choices.”

Aizen’s expression hardened again. “You just don’t get it, do you?” he said. “The world is a dangerous place, and if I don’t do what I’m doing, we’ll all be slaves to the powerful. I’m trying to protect you and everyone else.”

Becky shook her head. “Protecting people by taking away their freedom is not protection at all,” she said. “It’s just another form of oppression.”

“I’ll make you see,” he said finally, his voice cold and determined. “I’ll show you that what I’m doing is the only way.”

Becky took a step forward, reaching out to touch Aizen’s face. “Aizen please..”

Aizen closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her hand against his cheek. “Say that you’ll stay with me,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Say that you’ll help me create a new world, a world where we can be together.”

Becky’s eyes widened in shock. She had never expected to hear those words from him, of all people. But there was something in his voice, something raw and honest, that made her heart skip a beat.

Becky hesitated, torn between her love for Aizen and her belief in what was right. She knew that things would never be simple with him, that there would always be a darkness lurking just beneath the surface.

But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something that she had never seen before – vulnerabilty.

THE GHOST OF NICOLE WALLACE

My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat. It was him. Bobby Goren!

What was he doing here? He was going to ruin everything!

I tried to control my breathing, taking deep and slow breaths to calm myself down. I couldn’t let him see me like this, not after all the planning and hard work I had put in. I glanced around the room, trying to find a way out, but there was none.

Bobby was looking straight at me, his piercing gaze making me feel uneasy. I had never felt so exposed before, as if he could see right through me.

“Becky, meet your new partner,” Eames said, gesturing towards Bobby.

I forced a smile, trying to act nonchalant. “Nice to meet you,” I said, extending my hand.

Bobby didn’t take it. Instead, he looked at me with a hint of suspicion. “Eames, what’s going on?” he asked.

Eames rolled her eyes. “Can’t I assign a new partner without being interrogated?” she said.

Bobby shook his head. “It’s not that. Something doesn’t feel right,” he said, eyeing me again.

I felt a knot form in my stomach. What did he suspect? Did he know anything?

I tried to divert the attention away from me. “So, what’s our first case?” I asked, putting on a smile.

Bobby didn’t answer. He just stared at me for a few more seconds before turning his attention to Eames.

As they discussed the case details, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Bobby’s presence made me feel exposed, as if he was going to uncover my secrets.

With a suddenness that felt almost supernatural, Nicole Wallace appeared before my very eyes.

It was as if she had materialized out of the ether, her presence filling the small room with an electric tension that crackled and sparked like a live wire. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I was lost in her gaze – a cold, calculating stare that seemed to hold me in a thrall.

She was taller than I remembered, her lithe frame draped in a loose-fitting cloak that obscured her figure, but did little to hide the dangerous edge that lurked beneath the surface. Instinctively, my hand went to my pocket, where the hilt of my trusty switchblade awaited my command. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I knew one thing for certain – I was ready for anything.

“Long time no see,” Nicole said, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. “I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.”

“What do you want, Nicole?” I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady.

“What do I want?” she repeated, a wicked smile gracing her lips. “Why, I want what I’ve always wanted – power, prestige, and total control. And I think you and I both know that I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get it.”

“You’re not going to get away with this,” I said, stepping closer to her.

Nicole laughed. “Oh, I beg to differ,” she said. “I’ve already gotten away with plenty, haven’t I? Faking my own death, disappearing without a trace – all the while building my reputation as one of the most feared and respected criminals in the city. And now, I’m back – bigger and badder than ever before. And you, my dear, are either with me or against me. So what’s it going to be?”

Nicole’s grip was tight around my neck, and I struggled to breathe. Her eyes were cold and calculating, and I could feel the fear creeping up my spine.

“I know plenty about Bobby Goren,” i said, my voice barely above a whisper. “He’s a brilliant detective, but he’s also a loose cannon. He doesn’t follow the rules, and he’s not afraid to cross lines that other cops won’t. And now, he’s on your trail. He knows you’re alive, and he won’t stop until he brings you to justice.”

Nicole’s grip tightened even more, and I gasped for air. “You think you’re so smart,” she hissed. “But you have no idea what you’re up against. Bobby Goren is nothing compared to me. I’m a master manipulator, a genius strategist. And I always come out on top.”

I took a step back, my hand instinctively going to my throat where Nicole’s fingers had left an imprint. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Bobby is just my partner. We work together, that’s all.”

Nicole’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought she was going to strike me again. “You’re lying,” she spat. “I can see it in your eyes. You want him, don’t you?”

I felt my cheeks flush with anger. “That’s none of your business,” I snapped. “And even if I did, it wouldn’t matter. Bobby is a professional. He wouldn’t let personal feelings get in the way of his work.”

Nicole chuckled, a sound that made my skin crawl. “Oh, sweetie,” she said condescendingly. “You really have no idea, do you? Bobby is just as vulnerable as the rest of us. And when it comes to matters of the heart, he’s even more so.”

I felt a pang of sympathy for Bobby. I knew he had been hurt in the past, and I couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have someone like Nicole using that against him. But at the same time, I couldn’t let her intimidate me. I had to stand up for myself, for Bobby, and for what was right.

“I don’t care what you think you know,” I said firmly. “Bobby is my partner, and I trust him completely. And if you try to hurt him or anyone else, I’ll make sure you pay for it.”

Nicole’s expression turned cold, and for a moment, I thought she was going to strike again. But then she just smiled, a cruel glint in her eye. “I look forward to it,” she said, before turning on her heel and disappearing into the shadows.

I whispered. “Nicole Wallace is alive.”

Bobby stared at me in disbelief “you don’t know what you’re talking about!” “Please Bobby, listen to me..”

Bobby stood, “listen to you?!” He was incredulous “do you know how insane you sound? Nicole Wallace had her heart carved out by a man who I thought was my mentor!” Bobby hissed.

This was not going at all as I had planned.

“I’m telling you,” I inhaled deeply “Nicole Wallace isn’t a ghost! She is flesh and bone!”

Bobby shook his head “you’re delusional! I want you off Major Case!” The door to the major case interrogation room opened And Eames stuck her head in.

“Oh for the love of Gawd,Bobby! I’ve been looking for you!” Eames exclaimed. She hesitated sensing the tension between Bobby and I. “What are you two doing in here?” She asked.

“Becky and I aren’t working out” Giving me a cold disgusted glare, Bobby walked past Eames

I stood there, watching as Bobby stormed out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Eames turned to me, a concerned look on her face. “What’s going on, Becky? Is everything okay?”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “It’s Nicole Wallace,” I said. “I think she’s still alive.”

Eames’ expression hardened. “Don’t even go there, Becky. Nicole Wallace is dead. We all saw the body.”

“I know, I know,” I said, feeling a growing sense of frustration. “But I have evidence, Eames. I’ve been doing some digging, and I think there’s a cover-up going on.”

Eames shook her head. “I don’t have time for this, Becky. Major Case is in the middle of a high-profile investigation, and we can’t afford to be distracted by wild conspiracy theories.”

“But Eames,” I protested, “what if I’m right? What if Nicole Wallace is still out there, plotting and scheming?”

Eames sighed. “Look, Becky. I know you’re new to Major Case, but you need to understand something. Bobby has been through a lot when it comes to Nicole Wallace. He’s lost colleagues, he’s been betrayed, and he’s come close to losing his sanity. So if you’re going to go around making these kinds of accusations, you need to be damn sure you have solid evidence to back them up.”

“But Eames, I-“

“I’m sorry, Becky,” she interrupted firmly. “But until you can provide concrete evidence to support your claim, we have to assume that Nicole Wallace is still dead. Now, go home and get some rest. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

Later on that night.

I steepled my fingers under my chin and contemplated the drink in front of me. Bobby was becoming a problem! Did he believe me about Nicole Wallace being alive? No. But now I was going to be on his radar!

“Poor Becky,” Nicole’s silky purr made me freeze. “Drinking in this dive” she glanced around the bar in amusement “Alone.”

How had she found me.

I slowly turned my head to face her, trying to hide my surprise. “What do you want, Nicole?” I asked, my tone cautious.

Nicole leaned in closer, her eyes glittering with mischief. “I heard Bobby didn’t take the news of my being alive well” she purred.

I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my cool. “He took it real well Nicole,” I drawled sarcastically.

“Oh Becky Nicole laughed, a mocking edge to her voice. “What motive could you possibly have for trying to keep me in Bobby’s crosshairs? I’m still alive and kicking, and you can’t do a damn thing about it.”

I narrowed my eyes, feeling anger flare up inside me. “You don’t know what I’m capable of,” I warned her. “Don’t underestimate me.”

Nicole’s expression sobered slightly, and for a heartbeat, I thought I saw a flicker of fear in her eyes. But then she recovered, her lips curling up in a sly smile. “Oh, I’m not underestimating you, Becky,” she said. “I know exactly what you’re capable of.”

“You’re right, Nicole,” I said quietly, looking away. “I can’t change the past, and I can’t control what you do now. But I hope you understand that I won’t let you hurt the people I care about.”

Nicole laughed, but there was a hint of bitterness in her voice. “You’re so predictable, Becky. Always thinking about other people before yourself. That’s why you’ll never be able to beat me.”

I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of frustration. Nicole was right – I was always putting others before myself, and it had gotten me into trouble more times than I could count. But I couldn’t change who I was, and I couldn’t let Nicole win.

“I don’t have to beat you, Nicole,” I said, my voice low and steady. “I just have to make sure you don’t hurt anyone else. And if that means taking you down, I won’t hesitate to do it.”

Nicole’s smile faltered, and for a moment, I thought I saw fear in her eyes. But then she shook her head, as if to dismiss my threat.

“Look at you!” She exclaimed laughing, gesturing to the bar and then me. “You are floundering! you’re in over your head, little girl. Bobby doesn’t need a partner like you. He needs someone who can handle the darkness.” she took a step towards me, her blue eyes raking over me derisively,

I gritted my teeth. “I can handle anything he can. Unlike Bobby,” I gritted out, “I am not afraid of doing what needs to be done.”

I framed Nicole’s face with my hands and kissed her. Hard. I startled her. I deepen the kiss. My tongue plunging deep into her mouth. Everything everyone faded away in that moment. Nicole became pliant in my arms, her struggling ebbing as she sensed my growing hunger. “

Ooh Becky” she moaned “whatever will Bobby say!” I ignored the jibe. Bobby Goren was becoming a thorn in my side. It took me years to lure Nicole out of hiding. Here she was, in my arms. Right where I wanted. Nicole’s soft whimper as I trailed kisses down her throat made me wet. I hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist.

“Becky?” Nicole laughed nervously, “here? In public?!”

My eyes scoured over her desire flushed features “this bar is a dive. No one cares. No one is going to be watching what I’m going to do to you” I answered. I carried her to a nearby table.

I ignored the jibe. Bobby Goren was becoming a thorn in my side. It took me years to lure Nicole out of hiding. Here she was, in my arms. Right where I wanted her.

“You tried to tell Bobby about me, he didn’t believe you” Nicole panted between kisses.

“No he didn’t. He called me crazy, deluded. How could the woman he loved still be alive?” Staring into Nicole’s desire glazed eyes, I felt a sense of satisfaction. This wasn’t just about sex. It was about power. power over Bobby. power over Nicole and power over myself.

Nicole whimpered as i trailed my lips and tongue down her neck to her breasts.

“Tell me are you going to beg me to make you cum,Nicole?” I ripped open her bodice. Her breasts were beautiful, full round and plump.

“I’m not used to giving up my control,Becky” Nicole sighed. I teased a nipple with my tongue. Biting it with my teeth. she whimpered.

“You are a manipulative little bitch, Nicole” I breathed on her skin. “Do you think I really want Bobby to find you?” My fingers were inches from her pussy.”I hunted you for years, lured you out of hiding”

Nicole’s eyes widened in fear and something similar to hunger. She enjoyed the feel of my fingers teasing her. Tracing the outline of her pussy through her damp panties before I cupped her pussy. Nicole let out a gasp. I palmed her pussy. Stroking her through her panties. The fabric was soaked. I pushed her panties to the side.

I slide one finger inside her.

Nicole arched, thrusting herself onto my hand. “Yes, Becky!” I pumped my finger deeper making her juice squirt all over my finger. I added another finger.

I finger fucked her hard, scissoring my fingers deep and fast out of her dripping pussy. Nicole moaned, throwing her head back. I couldn’t help but smile at her reaction. It was exactly what I wanted.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I whispered in her ear

“Yes,” she mewled, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers.

I could feel my own arousal growing as I watched her respond to my touch. It was like a drug, the power I had over her. But it wasn’t just about power. I wanted her just as much as she wanted me.

I leaned in to kiss her again, our tongues tangling together as I continued to finger fuck her. I knew she was close, and I wanted to push her over the edge.

Nicole moaned loudly, her fingers gripping the table tightly. Her hips lifted to meet my hand. I added a third finger, stretching her.

“Yes Becky!” She sobbed. I thumbed her clit. I loved seeing Nicole in my control. I would bring her to the edge of orgasm, then ease off. Her body was taut, trembling.

“lick my clit! Eat me!” She begged. Draping her thighs over my shoulders I buried my face in her pussy . I licked and sucked her clit. Nicole bucked against me. Her fingers in my hair “oh my god yes Becky Becky! Lick my clit just like that!” She cried

“I need you to eat my pussy!” I didn’t need any more encouragement. I dove in, my tongue exploring every inch of her wetness. I flicked my tongue over her clit, then plunged it deep inside her. Nicole’s moans became louder and more frantic with every passing moment. I could feel the tension building inside of her.

my fingers teasing her entrance. Her hips bucked against my face, and I knew she was close. I sucked harder on her clit and pressed my fingers deep inside her, hitting just the right spot.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” she screamed as she exploded into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of her juice and continued to lick her clean, relishing in the taste of her.

I continued to pleasure her until she came hard, her body convulsing and shuddering.

As she lay there, breathing heavily, I stood up straight and looked at her. “You belong to me now, Nicole,” I said, my voice low and seductive. “I won’t let Bobby take you from me.”

She laid trembling on the table. It took her a moment to stir. Nicole smiled. “I am no one’s possession,” she murmured. She reached for me. Her kiss was hard. “That was amazing, Becky. But payback?”

I was startled when Nicole’s hands wandered down to my pants, eagerly undoing the button and dragging the zipper down. With a little assistance from me, she managed to get her hand inside.

“Ooh Becky you’re so wet.” She purred. Her fingers found my slit. I gasped, as she parted my slick folds

with her finger and began to finger me slowly at first, exploring the depths of my sex. My core was throbbing with pleasure, and I couldn’t help but moan aloud. I threw my head back, losing myself in the overwhelming sensations her skilled fingers were evoking in me.

Nicole increased the tempo of her movements, curling her fingers up to hit my g-spot with each stroke. My hips bucked uncontrollably in response, my body writhing in pleasure. Her thumb found my clit, rubbing it gently in circular motions, and I felt like I was about to cum.

“Don’t stop, Nicole,” I breathed, desperate for more. Nicole grinned, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on me. She continued to finger me relentlessly until I reached the edge, and then she gave my clit one last hard rub.

I exploded into an intense orgasm, my body convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. Nicole kept her fingers inside me, gently stroking until the last tremors subsided. When I finally opened my eyes again, I saw her looking at me with a satisfied grin on her face.

“That was amazing,” I whispered to her, still panting heavily. “You’re amazing.”

Nicole leaned in to kiss me softly on the lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she murmured, before she pulled her fingers out and brought them to her mouth, licking off my juices. “Mmm, you taste so good,” she said, grinning at me.

“Now about Bobby”

Before I could continue, she was scrambling up off the table. Straightening her clothes. “Don’t ruin the mood, Becky!” She snapped. “You and I are going to finish the night at my hotel.”

The morning didn’t bode well. Irritable and doing his damnedest to avoid me, after a few hours perusing a case file, Bobby had enough.

“Excuse me, but do you mind? We’re trying to work here,” Bobby snapped, trying to focus on the evidence in front of them.

I looked up from my music player, my face contorted with confusion. “What’s wrong? I’m just trying to lighten the mood a bit.”

His eyebrow arched. “Lighten the mood, kind of like yesterday?”

I felt a jolt of panic shoot through me. “Yesterday?”

Bobby gave an impatient sigh, “ you went on a tangent about Nicole being alive!” his anger simmering just below the surface.

My heart raced as I tried to keep my expression neutral. “You didn’t believe me,” I shuffled some papers “why hash it out?”

Bobby leaned forward across his desk, resting his chin on his palm. “What do you think you know about Nicole. And don’t give me the Wiki abridge version” he demanded.

I smiled, my eyes meeting his. “ Nicole is your White whale. I believe Moby Dick was her favourite book. She was misunderstood not a sociopath She was freakishly intelligent”

I observed the shocked expression on Bobby’s face as he processed the information I had just revealed to him. He leaned back in his chair, seemingly at a loss for words.

After a brief moment of silence, I couldn’t help but chuckle at Bobby’s reaction. “Bobby, are you okay?” I asked, feigning concern. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost!”

As I gathered my case files and prepared to leave, I walked past Bobby and paused for a moment. Leaning down close to his ear, I whispered, “Nicole says hello.”

With a final laugh, I playfully clapped Bobby on the shoulder before heading out the door, relishing in the knowledge that I had just left him reeling with the unexpected revelation.

AFTER ALL THIS TIME

Jack Snyder tried to ignore the stabbing pain in his chest as he locked eyes with Becky, the woman he had left shattered when he walked away to marry Carly Tenney.

“I can’t believe you had the nerve to show up here,” Becky hissed, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt.

“I didn’t come to fight, Becky,” Jack said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I just need to talk to you about–“

“About what, Jack? About how you threw away everything we had? You left me! Without so much as a word! you broke my heart into a million pieces! You didn’t even say goodbye!”

“I’m sorry, Becky. I know what I did was wrong, but I had my reasons–“

“Reasons? What reasons could you possibly have for leaving me?! 10 years! That’s how long it’s been since I’ve seen you! Now suddenly I hear you’re married?! Married! My god, Jack you married Carly! Not once but twice! Someone who doesn’t know the first thing about love or loyalty or anything that actually matters?”

“Don’t talk about Carly like that,Becky! I love her. But I still care about you. I always will.”

“Save your sympathy for someone who actually wants it, Jack. I don’t need your pity or your guilt. I just need you to leave me alone.”

With that, Becky turned on her heel and walked away, her back straight and her shoulders tense with anger and pain. Jack stood there, alone and helpless, wishing more than anything he could go back in time and undo the mistakes that had brought him to this moment.

But he knew it was too late for that, and all he could do now was try to make amends in whatever way he could, even if it meant facing Becky’s wrath head on. Because no matter what happened between them, he knew deep down that he still cared about her, and nothing would ever change that.

-I love CarJack!

NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN

Bobby Goren had always thought that he had finally come to terms with the death of Nicole Wallace. He had mourned her loss, had grieved, had moved on. Or so he had thought until now, until this moment when he saw her, alive and well, standing before him.

For a moment, he could not believe his eyes. He blinked, rubbed them, looked again. And there she was, her hair longer than the last time he had seen her, her face a little changed, but unmistakably her. The very sight of her was like a dagger piercing his heart, re-opening an old wound that he had thought had healed.

The anger came first, hot and fierce. Bobby stalked towards her, his hands trembling with rage. “You,” he said, his voice low, guttural. “You did this to me. You made me believe that you were dead. You made me grieve, made me suffer. And all this while you were alive, living your life without a care in the world.”

Nicole raised her hands, a gesture of appeasement. “I know, Bobby, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Her voice was gentle, almost pleading. “Please, let me explain.”

But Bobby was beyond reason. He could see nothing but his own pain, his own torment. “Explain what?” he spat out. “That you had to run away, that you couldn’t face the consequences of your actions? You killed people, Nicole. Innocent people. And you ran away, leaving me and everyone else to pick up the pieces.”

Tears sprang to Nicole’s eyes, and then she blinked them away, a flicker of defiance coming into her expression. “You don’t know what it was like for me,” she said, her voice shaking a little. “I was trapped, Bobby, by my own fears, my own demons. I didn’t know how to break free. And then, when I finally did, when I thought I could start over, I found out that you were the lead detective on my case. I knew that you would never let me go, that you would hound me until the end of time.”

Bobby’s fists clenched, his body rigid with anger. “So you decided to fake your own death, to leave me and everyone else without any closure, without any answers. You left me to suffer, Nicole, to question myself, my own judgment, my own sanity.”

“I had to,” Nicole said, and now there was a desperate note in her voice. “I had to protect myself, Bobby. I had to start over, make a new life for myself. You don’t know what it’s like to live in fear, to feel like you’re constantly looking over your shoulder, waiting for the past to catch up with you. I had to do what I did.”

Bobby shook his head, his eyes blazing. “No, you didn’t. You could have faced your fears, your past. You could have taken responsibility for what you did. But instead, you chose the coward’s way out. You chose to run, to hide, to leave me and everyone else behind.”

Nicole’s shoulders slumped, and now she looked defeated, broken. “I know, Bobby,” she whispered. “I know that what I did was wrong, that it hurt you, hurt everyone. But please, can’t you understand? Can’t you see that I was just trying to survive?”

Bobby looked at her, looked deep into her eyes, and for a moment, he felt a flicker of something that he could not quite name. It was almost like pity, like understanding. But then, the anger surged back, strong and fierce. He turned around and walked away, his hands still trembling, his heart still aching.

He knew that he could never forgive her, never forget what she had done. He knew that this was a wound that would never truly heal. And he knew that he could never trust her again, even if he wanted to.

For now, all he could do was walk away, alone, and try to forget the past. But he knew that it would haunt him forever, that the specter of Nicole Wallace would never truly leave him. And he knew that he would never be the same again.

#writingprompts

REVENGE: LOOSE ENDS

Loose ends.

Often came in different forms.

In this instance.

Her name was Amanda Clarke.

One loose end I had to take care of immediately.

The Hamptons was the last place I had expected to see Amanda Clarke.

I came to a stand still.

The Greysons were celebrating another coup, their manor filled with the Hampton’s well to do.

“Becky,” I turned at Amanda’s voice. “What are you doing here?”

I regarded the lithesome blonde with cool detachment. The sheath dress she wore, shimmy in blood red.

Anger emanated off her in waves, and something else. Panic. No one knew her true reason for being at the Greyson’s. For being in the Hamptons. Other than Nolan Ross.

And me.

I took a sip of my champagne. “I’m visiting old friends” I replied.

Amanda glanced around to see if anyone was watching us and took a step closer. “You need to leave!” She hissed “you will ruin everything!”

Everything.

Meaning.

Revenge.

I smirked “you need to calm down,” I sighed, “Anyone ever told you have trust issues?”

Amanda glowered at me. “I dont need you to ruin my plan! What possible reason do you have here?”

“Anyone ever told you to mind your own damn business” I shot back. “But if you really want to know? You. You’re a loose end. I’m here to take care of you personally and permanently!”

Amanda’s eyes widened in fear at my words. She took a step back, bumping into a passing waiter carrying a tray of hors d’oeuvres. The tray toppled over, spilling food all over her dress. Amanda cursed under her breath and tried to brush the food off, but it only smeared it further.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of her. “Looks like you’re having a bad day, Amanda.”

She glared at me, the panic in her eyes replaced by anger. “You’re not going to get away with this, Becky. I spent years perfecting my plan! There would be no mistakes! I’m not going to let you stop me!”

I shrugged. “Don’t be so dramatic,” I motioned to the gun tucked in my waistband.

One shot.

That was all it would take to silence Amanda Clarke forever.

“Really?! Here?! Like this?! In front of everyone?!” Amanda scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous! You would never get away with it!”

“Sure,” I chuckled “I have this handgun registered in Victoria’s name. Victoria’s fingerprints. Two birds. One stone. The Greysons would never know what hit them.”

Amanda looked like she wanted to say more, but she was quickly interrupted by the host of the party. “Excuse me, ladies,” he said, his voice booming over the chatter of the guests. “Is everything alright here?”

Amanda quickly composed herself and forced a smile. “Yes, everything’s fine. Just a little accident.”

The host nodded and moved on to the next group of guests. Amanda turned back to me, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anger. “You’ll regret this, Becky,” she whispered.

I raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see about that.”

With that, I turned and walked away, leaving Amanda standing alone, covered in food and seething with anger. The loose end had been taken care of. Now, it was time to move on to the next one.

WHAT MIGRAINE PAIN

I had migraine all day.

However, watching this video made me cackle.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYUwkGG7/

Bro couldn’t even finish vacuuming with a period pain stimulator!🤣🤣

I was enjoying his screams of pain.

Meanwhile I had to work 9 hours with period pain, (endometriosis) and diverticulitis and sometimes the bathroom looked like a crime scene!

I do not miss those days!

But I will enjoy watching the videos of men who think they can handle period pain! 🤣🤣🤣

This video certainly made me feel better!

ITS SO VANILLA!

Boring.

Tedious.

Ugh. Really.

Bitch, please! Stop being so bland. It’s so vanilla!

My thoughts every time a spicy Tok ASMR came across my For You Page. How did I even get to spicyTok? It’s boring as hell.

Until this spicy nugget pop up.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYA1qTrc/

It’s an improvement!☺️

DREAM- IRON CHEF: BATTLE STADIUM

“I feel very honoured that Jason Momoa is my sous-chef. He is a wonderful chef. Everything he creates delicious! I had the privilege of having my own dinner cooked by him! Thank you, mr. Momoa”

I dreamt I was competing on Iron Chef in Hawaii. With Jason Momoa as my sous-chef. However, I was competing against the legendary original Iron Chefs. Sakai, Chen.

Aside from one judge from the Original Iron Chef? The judges were: Gordon Ramsay, Joe Bastianich and Martha Stewart.

I am so screwed!

What did One of the chefs make? Pizza on pretzel bread served with a spinach dip.

I had no idea what I made because I woke up.

YOUNG BLOOD-covered by A.C.E

I get so weak in the knees every time I listen to A.C.E 🥰🥰