I Thought You Had Super Strength?It Still Hurts.

I thought you had super strength? It still hurts.

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Whump introduction 😄

Hi, my name is Mari. I started this blog in late August (which is when I started writing for the first time!) but haven't been too active on it. But I plan to change that this whumptober!

I'm writing a story that fills the whumptober prompts called The Agency of Cryptids and the Paranormal. Basically a paranormal detective agency whump story.

I love lab whump, team whump and supernatural whump which is what the story is based on. So if you're interested, I've uploaded chapter 1, please give it a read!

I found the whump community through @whump-tr0pes honor bound! Which is a book series I'm in love with.

Reading @agentangst work is what inspired me to start writing and has an awesome investigator whump story.

Other whump blogs I love include:

@luckylilz @patheticlittleguy @whump-in-progress @ashintheairlikesnow @comfy-whumpee and others that won't come to mind right now.

Anyway, this was longer than it should have been so I'll just finish by saying I love this community and can't wait to get more involved!

Thanks 💞

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Let the experiments continue.

- Just… Let me out - No 

Dale ‘Barbie’ Barbara - 1x13

Whumptober Day 2-Choking

Though I Be the Last: Triple Frontier

Word Count: 900

A/N: I love badass Frankie with my whole heart! He may not my favorite character but he’s the one I’m softest for 😍 Spanish translations are in Bold.

Warnings: beatings, choking, strangulation, bleeding out, vengeance, Frankie gives zero fucks, Frankie is a good brother.

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Frankie Morales winces as his knees hit the ground, but all his attention is focused on Will Miller who is bleeding out just a few feet away. At the direction of the men holding him at gunpoint Frankie laces his fingers together at the back of his head, pressing them against each other until the strain turns his fingertips white.

“¿Vas a ayudar?” Are you going to help? he hisses at the guard, “Se está desangrando.” he’s bleeding out. The man shrugs.

“Yo no sé,” he says carelessly. Frankie’s jaw works in frustrated rage. Will has both hands pressed against the entry wound on his abdomen but there’s blood covering the floor and worry is building in Fish’s gut. He spares a glance for Benny, lying unconscious and surrounded across the cantina. There’s nothing he can do for the younger man, but maybe he can save Will.

“Tienes que dejarme ayudar.” You have to let me help, he tries again. The guard behind him jabs the tip of his rifle into Frankie’s shoulder.

“Cállate hijo de puta,” he snarls. Frankie grits his teeth. That idiot just let him know exactly where the gun was. His arms flex, anticipating movement. It would be the work of seconds to wrap an arm around the gun, jump to his feet and and take the guy down. Sure, he’s slowed down some since retirement, but Frankie is willing to bet his life that an ex-special forces operator is still a hell of a lot faster than a cop.

If only it wasn’t just his life that he would be gambling. If only Pope and Redfly hadn’t already been dragged off and Benny and Ironhead weren’t injured.

The choice is taken away when the gun behind him disappears and strong hands grip his wrists and twist them behind his back. Cold cuffs click into place. Mierda. Under the pretense of struggling Frankie leans backwards. There’s enough loose chain between the cuffs he can almost touch his toes. Rookies.

When they pull him up Frankie muffles a groan as his back twinges in pain. Maybe that fight fucked him up more than he’d thought. He finally straightens only to see for the first time what they’ve been doing to Benny. Fish snarls in rage and tugs at the arms holding his shoulders, nearly managing to break free, but he’s helpless to intervene as the circle of officers beats his unconscious friend bloody.

“¡Hijueputa!” Frankie yells at the men as he’s pushed past them. “El cónsul no se alegrará de que mates a un gringo.” The consul won't be happy if you kill a gringo. One of them looks over his shoulder at Frankie.

“No me importa,” he sneers, “Mató a mis amigos.” He killed my friends. Frankie bares his teeth, a shark's grin.

“Bueno. Yo tambien.” There’s a wordless cry of rage from the group and several rush over. Away from Benny. Fish smirks and braces.

He takes out the men holding his arms with an elbow hit and a quick leg sweep and manages to hop the cuffs without too much pain from his back and knees. The next two go down easier now that his hands are in front of his body. But the shock is fading and guns are being drawn and Frankie knows he only has seconds left.

There. The next man to rush him had landed a few especially vicious kicks to Benny’s face. Frankie moves automatically, dazing the cop with a hit to the solar plexus and using his momentum to turn the man. He loops his cuffs around the man’s neck and pulls them tight.

The air goes out of the room. It’s quiet, other than the gruesome sounds of strangulation as the man’s heels scrabble against the floor. Frankie can hear Will’s soft groans as he tries to keep the life from spilling from his body. Anger flushes through him.

“Okay, okay,” Diego’s second in command motions for the others to lower their guns. “Don’t kill him,” he says in accented English, “we’ll just talk.” Frankie hesitates, unsure and distrustful, then he sees several pairs of eyes flick to the stairwell behind him with relieved expressions. His stomach sinks, time’s run out.

Frankie twists his hips, effortlessly lifting the choking man’s heels off the floor. He jerks the cuffs taut and holds until the cold metal bites deeply into his skin. The officer goes limp, his death rattle echoing through the room.

Someone rushes Frankie from behind, taking him down at the knees and bearing him to the ground. His hat is knocked off and a hand grips his curls to slam his head against the floor -once-twice- three times. Frankie goes limp, eyes rolling. Then his head is jerked back and the man who took him down hisses in his ear.

“Te diré un secreto. No irás al cónsul, te venden a Lorea.” I’ll tell you a secret. You will not go to the consul, they sell you to Lorea. Frankie’s eyes widen in panic then his head slams into the floor again and everything goes black.

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