he yeeted me

The livestream was left running, the camera darkened by whatever liquid had splashed on it. Coda’s hands were numb. He recognized those teeth, remembered them stealing away his parents. The monsters were back. #XenomorphHunt

When Coda finds out, his trauma bout to get triggered to shit.

… I’m starting to think that wasn’t a water bottle.

Ugh, nightmares. He couldn’t sleep at all.

Forget-me-nots.

Back in the lab, the only sounds were the hum of machinery and panicked breaths that threatened Coda with hyperventilation. He had left her. He had done it again. Just like his parents, he had left someone he cared about to a fate worse than death. Would he ever be brave? Would he ever be +

//: Stolen!

Make sure to wear sunscreen!

That motherfucker is going to die.

“Don’t go in there. I got thrown out.”

When a vampire kidnaps you

“Oh, I should break out my baking stuff.”

He’d move as quickly as he could, eyes finally spotting Sasha, bookended by vampires. Jesus. (I’m close. If they try anything, I’m ready.)

(I brought my tranq needle and my taser. Where are you? I’ll take care of him. {Or be ripped apart.})

(I have to be attracted to you to want to help? I’ll just give you the $400. Let’s get out of here.)

(I came to find you. I hadn’t heard anything. {I wanted to be a hero if she needed me.})

What the hell? So many voices in his head tonight that aren’t his own. (Sasha? You’re okay! Are you in here?)

Of course Joel is here. Coda’s not going to bother the guy. He looks like he is here for something specific. Coda, on the other hand, was here on business.

No word from Sasha… That’s probably a bad sign. Goddamn it, he’s going to the freakin’ party. #TheVampireBall

Done.

… how much?

Yeah, who knows how different it is from humans? How often do you get to study mythical creatures?

If he wasn’t afraid of being drained dry, he would go to the party just to ask for a cheek swab from some.

GAH. WHAT YEAR IS IT. Oh, I fell asleep.

He’d give a small salute. “Aye aye.”

Ugh. She was right. “Uh, fine. I can take some time to nap.”

“I’ll rest when it’s done.”

Less than four hours of sleep in four days. He can’t keep his eyes open.

I’m proud to say I was on the team developing this! If you’re a high-metabolism meta, speak to your primary care about getting Bradymetase added to your new or existing prescriptions!

“How’s everyone doing tonight?”

Jesus Christ, I can’t be on this TL right now or I might faint.

Oh god. I don’t envy you

Why do you have the smell of gym socks so memorized?

Do you go around sniffing joker…?

Do people actually say Hip Hip Horray?

I’d love to get a DNA sample from a vampire. Any want to volunteer for a quick cheek swab?

☺️

The work he was doing to develop a metahuman ‘cure’ was done out of compassion, not a hatred for those with powers. But even as he worked, he felt a pang of guilt for the samples he had stolen from those that had come to him, trust him. A coffee cup here, a skimming of a blood sample there. +

“I get that. I’m a homebody too. Well, I’ll let you get back to it!”

The trip home from the lab was a long one, especially considering he had decided to not take his scooter, instead opting to try and be healthier and walk. Damn his past self. Coda flipped through one of the many dating apps, eyes glued to the screen as he did his best to avoid any type of +

Elias placed a hand against the tube, the silhouette inside shifting in its sleep. Another failure, another reject. “Don’t worry. Soon, you’ll be perfect.” Elias didn’t stay for the disposal of the failure. He never got used to their screams.

“Oh, yeah, sure. No worries!” Ouch. He must be really bad at this friend thing.

“Well, I don’t have blood on hand but I’d be happy to get us some fruit to share, if you ever want to!”

You okay?

“Ooh, that’s sweet sounds absolutely delicious!”

“Uh… what’s your favorite fruit?”

By all accounts, the genetic therapy I’m administering should deactivate the meta genes. But it’s like it’s hitting a firewall and the meta human DNA is rejecting it.