it just slipped

[consequence]

CHARACTERS: Erica Reyes | Hayley Marshall | Grant Ward - open to anyone
LOCATION: Various.
WARNINGS: Memory Leaks contain: medical procedures, supernatural violence, death, pregnancy & childbirth, excessive blood - I will mark each leak accordingly
NOTES: This is a catch-all post for memory leaks and purposeful sharing. Feel free to snag whatever you like and just have your character run into mine anywhere on the ship. Because they've seen the memory - they're welcome to just approach them. If you want a starter for the run-in, just blank comment me and I'll figure something out. If you would like something and prefer it be shared on purpose, just leave a blank comment and I'll reply to you!

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[consequence]

Warnings for: Character Death & minor Childbirth mentions

The voice carries from above. Echoing in the ceiling of the church. Angry, possessive threats that sound near desperation. "You will die screaming!" A man, spread and pinned to the wall by unknown means struggles against whatever is holding him captive. Blood stains his clothing and is easily seen dried on his hands and his mouth.

Three women stand around the woman who has been lying on the alter. Hayley cries out those final moments of pain before she's told that she's done. The redheaded woman takes the infant and wraps it in a blanket. "You have a beautiful baby daughter."

A glance is shared between Hayley as she lays on the alter and Klaus, the man pinned to the wall. Fear rolls off of her as she watches them hold their child.

"We must start the sacrifice as soon as the moon sets with the morning sky--"

Hayley cuts her off, she doesn't want her child to be sacrificed, doesn't want to help these witches gain more power - she doesn't want to lose the one thing she knows is meant to be hers. All of her life, she's searched for family and now she has one of her own and she doesn't want to let it go.

"-- Please. Please, can I hold her?"

The redhead brings the baby girl over to Hayley and she feels that this can't be happening. She's too weak to fight and Klaus is trapped by powerful magic. This is all she's going to have. This moment. Her daughter is so small, so fragile as she holds her. She glances up to Klaus offering him a small smile. She knows that he will tear them apart. He'll help her get her baby back. He won't let this happen.

Her mouth presses lightly to the top of her daughter's head. She can hear her heartbeat, how strong it is. She's meant to be a survivor - not a sacrifice. Hayley doesn't want to give her up...

A yanking of her hair happens quickly. Pulled roughly by the younger witch, the one with the dark and wavy hair. Hayley's head tips back and a blade rushes across her neck. Blood rushes from the laceration and her arms go limp. No longer holding the very life she wanted to protect.

She can hear Klaus scream. "NOOOOOO!"

They take her baby away as she bleeds out on the alter.

[consequence]

The desk has been rifled through. Papers scattered and a few drawers not closed all the way. When the handle turns, Hayley leans back in the chair. She's been waiting for him to show up.

Atticus Shane is a thin, white male. His hair is dark and curly and he seems like that stereotypical college professor in the way he dresses himself. The kind that want to be your friend and help you through this difficult time. Hayley isn't sure why she trusts him, but she's hit a wall. She's hit the end of her information and she's tired of not knowing who her parents are. Of not being able to understand how they could just give her away. To leave her with this curse of being a werewolf and not actually be there to help her.

"You ever hear of a text message? Maybe just give a guy a heads up?"

"Adrian finished breaking the sire bond. You have your twelve hybrids. Now, where are my parents?"

"They're dead."

Confusion makes way for anger and hurt as she glances up to Shane. He was supposed to give her answers. She did everything he asked and he owed her that information.

"You lied to me?"

"No, I didn't lie to you. I said I'd tell you where to find them."

Shane produces the flash drive he had been holding hostage, showing it to her as if it still holds the answers she wants. As if it's value is the same as it had been before.

"This is everything you ever wanted to know, including where they're buried."

This makes her sick. She rises up and moves toward him, grabbing the flash drive from him. "You just picked a fight with a werewolf. You know that, right?"

She wants out of there, to get away from him because she wants to be done with this. Shane moves to close that distance again, trying to cut her off.

"Easy, killer, alright? I'm not declaring war here. Now, just cause they're dead, doesn't mean you can't see them again."

"What?"

"This is far from over, Hayley. We are the beginning."

[consequence]

The rocking chair moves slowly as she holds her daughter in her arms. She's so small and Hayley is simply relieved to be holding onto her. She wants to do everything she can to protect her and she knows that's true of everyone in the house, but things are far more complicated now that lines have been drawn in the sand.

Klaus and Elijah try to talk in hushed tones, but she hears it all.

"We should have felt our mother's hand in this. We should have known she would not be bound by anything as obvious as death. And now, she has control of the witches. They will never stop."

Elijah agrees with him.

"Nor would I expect the Guerrera wolves to back down. Hayley and the child are wolf royalty, and as such, they are a threat to Francesca's claim to the leadership. They will never be safe. What was it you said to me earlier? That I have made enemies every day of my miserable life? Well, the worst of them are within these borders, brother. I have brought into the world a weapon they can use against me."

Hayley understands where Klaus is coming from. She's seen how easily they tried to use Hayley - to kill her, kill her daughter. The realization that now that she's survived they won't stop coming is a disturbing thought.

Elijah tries to find a solution, "Then we will arm ourselves! Brother, we have fought every adversary in this town, and we have won. And we'll fight them again, no matter who they are! We will make this home a fortress."

"I will not have her live her life as a prisoner."

"Then we leave here, together. All of us."

"Wherever we go, however far we run, those who seek power and revenge will hunt us! They will hunt her. She has inherited all of our enemies with none of our defenses."

"So, whether we stay, or we leave-- we condemn her."

There is no happy ending for them. There's no chance for this child to be raised in a world where everyone wants her dead. They can't protect her. Even if they could convince all of the werewolves and all of the vampires to take their side - the risk was too high. One mistake and she'd lose her daughter and the witches would have everything.

She holds her child in her arms as she moves to the doorway, interrupting their discussion, "There's a third option. I grew up in a warzone. My parents thought they could protect me. But, in the end, they were slaughtered, and I spent my childhood alone and unloved."

Hayley doesn't want that for her child, she doesn't want to put that burden onto her daughter and carry on that sort of family legacy.

"I made a promise, to my baby, and to myself, that she would not grow up like I did. That she would grow up safe, and loved. And yet, here she is, on her first day in this world, with a grandmother who is bent on sacrificing her--" The words slip from her and she can't help but feel the sadness overtake her. Her tears start to fall as her fingers rest to her daughter - offering a gentle soothing gesture so she doesn't feel that sadness. "-- and a-a mother, who has to drink the blood of her own baby to survive transitioning into a hybrid. And I'm the one who loves her the most."

The tears fall as she looks up to Elijah and Klaus, sorrow filling her heart as she knows that she only has one option left to her. "I think the only thing to do is... send her away, while we stay behind and clean up the mess that we've made."

Elijah argues against it. "No! This is insane. You heard Genevieve-- so long as she lives, that baby will be hunted."

Klaus moves to her side, trying to give her comfort in this difficult time, "Not if no one knows she lives."

"What is it you intend to do, brother?"

"Whatever it takes to save our family."

[better]

Warnings for: Violence

The sound from the ATVs climbs through the woods. They can hear them coming and no matter how fast they run, those vehicles are still closing in on them. They had chosen to run. To leave Derek and find a new pack. To have someone that might keep them safe, that didn't have so many other things to be concerned with.

They haven't made it that far, though. They're being chased by hunters. The clearing seems to be their chance, but instead the arrow finds her and forces her to the ground. Her body slams hard, hands stinging from the impact of the cold hard ground. She looks up to Boyd, screaming for him to run, to get out of there.

Erica turns, her body twisting her body as the hunter approaches her. She's seen Allison countless times before. In the halls since she arrived. In gym class. Now, she's someone else. Approaching her with a hard edge and intent to harm.

Her breathing is heavy, labored as her fist curls around the shaft of the arrow and she snaps it off. The tip still lodged deep in her thigh. Allison draws down on her, and she knows this is it. She knows that her days of running are gone.

The arrow flies loose and she ducks, trying to avoid it, but it never hits. It's halted by Boyd who returned to save her. It doesn't matter. Allison lets another arrow fly and it lands to Boyd.

Another. Another. Another.

Four arrows stuck into her best friend. She pleas with Allison. Begs her to stop. "Please, Allison -- stop!"

Erica sees Allison smirk and another is let loose. Another.

Another.

[better]

Warnings for: Excessive gym class. Memory has been amplified by the nightmare that brings it on.

The wall is meant to be some sort of upper body strength test. It adds balance and trust into it, too. Erica has stared at the wall for most of the class and when it comes to be her turn she's anxious about it. Her palms sweat slightly.

Wiping them on her sweats doesn't really help completely, but it's better than it had been. It's her turn and she's placed into the harness and the guide rope is there to help. She starts the climb and feels okay about it. She's never been the most athletic. Handled with kid gloves her whole life. A letter from her parents handed over before the start of every school year. She knows that she shouldn't even be attempting this. Stress and strenuous activity doesn't mix with her medical condition.

Half-way up, she feels the height. Her body is being put up to that limit, to the maximum output and she can feel the sting in her muscles. Exhaling, she wants to keep going, but she feels that metallic taste and she isn't sure if it's really there or if it's in her mind. If her anxiety is creating it. Not that it matters, because she starts to panic.

Her breath is too shallow and she feels that tightness in her chest. Looking down doesn't help. They're telling her to give up. To just come down. She wants to keep going.

Glancing up the wall seems to continue forever. Looking down, she can't see the floor anymore. It's just forever this climbing wall. Nothing else. She's never going to get down off of this.

She's never going to not have this challenge. Her disease is going to keep her trapped. Never going up. Never coming down.

She needs to let go.

Why can't she let go?

[better]

Warnings for: Medical procedures, violence - this is a jumbled memory with both pre-bite and post-bite events.

The room smells sterile. The white cotton balls tucked away in glass jars, next to them swabs, and another one with those giant wooden depressors. The rattle of pills is a familiar sound, her doctor handing them over to her parents. They'll help with the symptoms, but not the underlying cause. This is a condition she'll always have. She'll always run that risk. Always have the chance for an episode. It's the polite term that her mother coined. Episode. As if it's brief and has memorable characters.

The scans are the worst part. Lay still. Don't mind the injection. It's just to help you relax. You'll feel a sharp sting. It's nothing. Lay still. It makes her nauseated. The slow crawl of the machine as it moves her into place. The odd ticking sounds as the MRI takes images of her brain, looking for scar tissue, evidence of where the seizures start.

Tick. Tick.

It gets louder.

Tick. Tick.

The halo of light surrounding her head is supposed to help. It will help them figure it out.

Tick. Scratch.

The metal is heavy around the crown of her head. Isaac's grip on her arms is meant to hold her in place. Don't mind the injection, it's to help you relax. All the anger and hostility are being pushed to the surface and she can't stop it. Derek stands before her as her eyes look up at him, trying to trust that what he tells her is true. That this is the only way for her to learn control.

Scratch. Twist.

The metal screw is turned against her forehead. The pain is instant. Like a shock of electricity that runs through her. She screams out, but he keeps going. Feet shuffling to get away, but Isaac has her. The warmth of blood streaks down her forehead as the bolt is secured and he moves to the next one. It's going to help.

It's for her own good.

Twist. Tick.

The prescription needs to be taken every day. It will reduce the stray impulses that her brain is creating. That should lessen the occurrence of her seizures. There are some side-effects... weight fluctuations, breakouts...

"...Anxiety, weight-gain, acne, ulcerative colitis... yeesh."

"What if I told you that all of this... could go away."

What if...?

This isn't going to just go away, Miss Reyes. You're going to have to deal with this for the rest of your life. You need to be responsible for your health.

[betrayed]

Ever since Skye told him that they were trading him out to his brother he's been pacing, trying to figure out how to convince Coulson not to go through with it. To keep him here. He wasn't done yet. Now he stares at him, frustration rolling off of him in waves as Coulson sits there casually.

"Listen to me, you can't trust him." His brother was a monster. It was a difficult thing to explain when the person you're talking to believes you to be a monster, too.

"Three and a half weeks. I sat in this chair every day for three and a half weeks and you never said a word. But now you want to talk? Well, it's too late."

Exhaling, he moved to the edge of the barrier, explaining further. Defending his place here in this vault. "Everything I told Skye was true, you know that. I haven't given you one bad piece of intel. Is that worth nothing?"

"You will never see Skye again."

His mouth draws into a tight line at that threat. It's a good threat to use. The one person that he's been willing to talk to, taken away. That access to a chance to get out. "I thought we were rebuilding trust, Coulson. I can help you. I'm still part of your team."

My team? You th-" Coulson rises to his feet, approaching the barrier. "You are not, nor will you ever be on my team. You dropped FitzSimmons out of a plane. You murdered Victoria Hand and Eric Koenig. You betrayed every one of us you deluded son of a bitch. The only reason you're alive is because you were of use. And the only reason you're being transferred is because your brother is of more use."

Christian. It's always going to come down to his brother pulling those strings, because he can. "Was this his idea or yours? To put me on trial? Hm? It's a good story - a man brave enough to have his own brother executed for his crimes. Oh, Christian will milk that for all its worth. And the trial should wrap up before the midterms."

"Your brother saw the same angles. Maybe you two are more alike than you think."

It stung and he wanted to explain, to defend his actions, but Trip came down the stairs. Sir, we need you.