The Glass House: Chapter Three
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wolfanficsTitle: The Glass House
Author: Sashataakheru
Beta: The wonderfulrana_narsilion <3
Fandom: The Chaser/AusComedy RPS
Starring: Adam Hills, Sepulchre (OC), Wil Anderson, Hamish Blake, Craig Reucassel, Tim Minchin, Julian Morrow, Chas Licciardello, Charles Firth, Chris Taylor, Andrew Hansen, Caleb (OC), Dr Rachel Hardy (OC), Antoinette Laurent (OC), Dr Samantha Reddings (OC), Dominic Knight, Shane Cubis, Gregor Stronach, Tim Brunero, Andy Lee
Pairings: Andrew/Chris; Adam/Hamish; Jules/Chas; Rachel/Antoinette(/Samantha); Adam/Seb; Adam/Wil; Craig/Caleb; Adam/Wil/Tim; Andrew/Craig, Wil/Chas;
Word Count: 1,910
Chapter: 3/28 [Previous]
Warnings: violence, gore, smut, bondage themes, swearing, angst, Craig being an irritating prick
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author’s Notes: FYI, fullwing = winged human capable of flight. Halfwing = fullwing/human halfbreed, usually unable to fly, sometimes have vestigial wings, but can be removed to pass as human and not as winged.
Summary: Craig gets grumpy and things take a turn for the worst.
Chapter Three
Taking a final glance over the city, Craig sheathed his swords and took flight, heading for home. He didn’t bother trying to get in his secret entrance this time. Everyone was already awake, and probably knew he hadn’t been home. Front door it was then. He had no idea what he looked like, but he was sure it wasn’t pretty. He always looked like shit after a hard fight like that, and his aching body probably had a few stories to tell as well. He didn’t try to hide anything as he entered the warehouse, watching Julian’s concerned expression as he passed.
“I see you decided to grace us with your presence. Everything alright?” Julian said, looking up from the newspaper he was reading as he sat in one of the armchairs nearby.
“It’s nothing. I’ll be fine,” Craig said, heading straight for the kitchen area to eat.
Julian didn’t press him for further information. If Craig wanted to remain silent, that was his decision. Julian continued reading the paper, taking in the State-sanctioned news and scanning it for information.
Craig rummaged around the kitchen, looking for something decent to eat. He was unsatisfied with what the pantry offered and took to the fridge instead. Staring in at it, he decided on eggs and bacon. He knew he needed the protein to make up for all the energy he’d used up before. He always healed faster after a fight if he ate a lot of protein, though no one was really sure why that was.
After cooking what some might call a large amount of food, Craig sat down at the kitchen table. He ate fast, finally realising just how hungry he was.
“Hey Jules, whatever it is you’re planning, I want in,” Craig said once he’d eaten. He wandered over to Julian and perched on an arm of one of the other chairs.
Julian turned to look at him. “Go get yourself cleaned up and have a good sleep. Then we’ll talk,” he said.
“Fine,” Craig said.
“You think I don’t know about the fighting?” Julian said.
“That’s my business. You stay out of it,” Craig said.
“You know I worry about you,” Julian said.
“Not half as much as you worry about Chas,” Craig countered.
“Let’s not fight over this again,” Julian said.
“No, let’s not. I’m gonna go shower,” Craig said, getting up.
Julian sighed and watched him go. Just as Craig disappeared, Chas turned up, wandering out to meet him after waking up. Julian smiled as he approached, happy to see him.
“Chas, darling, there you are,” Julian said, opening his arms to him.
Chas climbed into Julian’s embrace, cuddling up next to him. “Here I am.”
“How’s my Chassy this morning?” Julian said.
“Doing alright. What are we doing today? Anything interesting?”
“Couple of things to follow up. Couple of reports I need to go over. You coming with me?”
“Why wouldn’t I come with you? You got work for me too?”
“Maybe. I might need your advice on a few things. You eaten yet?”
“Just got up. You’re not angry are you?”
“Why would I be angry at you? Go eat. Don’t take too long though.”
“Thanks, Jules,” Chas said, giving him a quick kiss before heading over to eat, reluctantly leaving Julian’s arms.
In the bathroom, Craig peeled his clothes off before getting in the shower, turning the radio on to drown out any outside noise. News report, how interesting. Oh, shush, it’s needed for the plot. Hey, that was in-story comments, so there. Well, that does make for a nice change, doesn’t it? He began cleaning his wings, knowing he let them get rather dirty last night. A mixture of water, a mild soap and patience soon had them gleaming white again. Wings were to be proud of, the one thing that made the winged humans different from other humans. They had to look their best. He was only half paying attention to the radio when something caught his attention.
“…And in a late-night raid, military police took into custody notorious winged human rogue, Sepulchre, after a tip-off from the public as to his whereabouts. The Prime Minister has hailed the arrest as a decisive strike against these rogue mutants and has ordered police step up their assault on their kind in a bid to eradicate them from the country. He announced extra powers of arrest would be given to police and warned anyone harbouring known rogues or mutants would be arrested as traitors and tried accordingly. He said anyone found to be helping the cause of rogue mutants will be put to death. The Prime Minister has urged people to be alert to underground terrorist groups who may be supporting the mutants, adding they could strike at any time. He has ruled out imposing a curfew or a State of Emergency, saying there was no cause for alarm at this stage, but there may be a time when it could be warranted if violence against the State escalates-”
“No! Bastards! Who the fuck gave him away? I’ll hunt them down and kill them, I swear!” Craig said, interrupting his shower to throw the radio angrily against a wall. “This is war. This time he’s gone too far,” he said.
“Something the matter?” Julian called, hearing the smashing radio and Craig’s anger.
Craig walked out to the living room, towel wrapped around his waist. “They got Sepulchre. Last night. Some bastard tipped off the cops. Our illustrious leader has declared war on us ‘rogue mutants’. He wants to eradicate us from the country. This is nothing short of a declaration of war. I need to see the others. I’ll be back. Be careful. Anyone caught harbouring mutants are apparently liable to be arrested as traitors. If I’m not back before dusk, I won’t be back til the morning. Sometimes, it’s safer to hide at night,” he said.
“Shit. I’ll get the news around. You be careful as well. Their fliers are getting better at hunting you guys out, apparently,” Julian said.
“It’s not safe anywhere in this country. Only here would they keep the same Government in power for twenty years and not complain about how corrupt they are,” Craig said.
“True. Having you guys as the common enemy has fuelled Government support. It’s not fair at all, but that’s how it is now,” Julian said.
“They created us, now they want to wipe us out. How bloody predictable,” Craig said. “Anyway, I’d better get going. No one’s going to be pleased about this at all.”
“Okay then. Just stay out of trouble. I don’t want you getting caught,” Julian said.
“I know how to take care of myself, Julian,” Craig said.
Julian gave him a concerned look before Craig went to get dressed. Craig didn’t waste time worrying about what he was wearing, he needed to get going. Sky patrols were more numerous at night for some reason, so getting caught flying during the day was less likely but still possible. But there were plenty of places to hide on top of buildings should you need to dive out of a patrol’s way. The less time he spent in the air the better, though, so a quick flight was best.
Even after the announcement of more patrols and such that morning, Craig only happened to see two patrols as he made his way to The Glass House, noticing all the other winged humans arriving as well. The fliers must be getting lax in their daytime patrols if they haven’t stepped up their numbers already. You’re going to bring Adam back into this, aren’t you? Well, he has wings too, you know. I can’t not have him here. Fine. Just don’t have him get violent on me again. We’ll see.
Craig landed and headed towards the arena, sensing the panic in the air. Things were not going to get better now. It was time to take action if they weren’t going to get wiped out. But what could 5000 winged humans do against an entire country? Sure, there were smaller populations in other cities, but still, at best, estimates had the number of winged humans at no more than 10,000. Even if they all got together in the one city, that’d still make difficult odds in them being able to fight. The military police had superior numbers and firepower, and they were getting smarter. Rumours had it those winged humans that were caught and subsequently vanished were taken and brainwashed into helping the military police hunt the rest of the winged humans down. No one liked that at all, the thought that their own kind was being used against them. It only served to fuel hatred towards the Government and the wingless humans. Something had to be done, and fast, before they lost their chance to strike.
“Craig!” Adam called from behind as Craig walked towards the arena.
Craig turned to see Adam behind him, jogging to catch him up. “Adam. Hi,” he said, not terribly pleased to see him.
“Hey there. Look, sorry about last night, I just-”
“It’s ok. It was my fault. I was just messed up. Living like this will mess you up, what with all the fear and the hatred. It fucks with your head,” Craig said, interrupting him. Stop making me nice! I won’t have you two fighting. Get over it.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. God, this place is crazy. How on earth did the humans down there let this happen?” Adam said.
“By being stupid, ignorant arseholes, that’s how. People like that don’t listen to reason; just blindly follow what they’re told because they’re too scared to think for themselves. We’re the only humans left willing to speak up against the Government, and that, my friend, is a very sad fact indeed,” Craig said. Oh, I give up. Fine, don’t listen to me at all. It’s about time you came to that conclusion. Good boy. Oh, stop it.
“Yeah, you got that right, but what can we do? They vastly outnumber us. I think they’d all be happier if we moved to another country. Then at least we’d be someone else’s problem, as I heard someone say,” Adam said.
“Bastards. If we leave, they win. I won’t let them do that. We stay and fight, because what else can we do? We might as well just walk up to the police and let them shoot us otherwise. We haven’t been fighting every week in here for nothing. We can take them. We just need to hit them at their weakest point. No point attacking the military. They’re far too strong. A decisive attack is what we need, something that will cripple them. We need to strike from the top and behead this monster before it grows too big for even us to control. Attack their power and the underlings will crumble. That’s how we have to fight back. Otherwise, we’ll be slaughtered,” Craig said.
“We can’t do this alone. I know there are some humans down there that support us. We need to get everyone who’s willing to fight together to work out how we can attack,” Adam said.
“Julian’s onto it. He’s getting the word around his contacts. Hopefully, we’ll have enough to make this work,” Craig said. “Anyway, we’d better get in there. I can hear another patrol coming by.”
“Yeah, good idea,” Adam said, heading into the arena behind Craig.
Author: Sashataakheru
Beta: The wonderful
rana_narsilion <3Fandom: The Chaser/AusComedy RPS
Starring: Adam Hills, Sepulchre (OC), Wil Anderson, Hamish Blake, Craig Reucassel, Tim Minchin, Julian Morrow, Chas Licciardello, Charles Firth, Chris Taylor, Andrew Hansen, Caleb (OC), Dr Rachel Hardy (OC), Antoinette Laurent (OC), Dr Samantha Reddings (OC), Dominic Knight, Shane Cubis, Gregor Stronach, Tim Brunero, Andy Lee
Pairings: Andrew/Chris; Adam/Hamish; Jules/Chas; Rachel/Antoinette(/Samantha); Adam/Seb; Adam/Wil; Craig/Caleb; Adam/Wil/Tim; Andrew/Craig, Wil/Chas;
Word Count: 1,910
Chapter: 3/28 [Previous]
Warnings: violence, gore, smut, bondage themes, swearing, angst, Craig being an irritating prick
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author’s Notes: FYI, fullwing = winged human capable of flight. Halfwing = fullwing/human halfbreed, usually unable to fly, sometimes have vestigial wings, but can be removed to pass as human and not as winged.
Summary: Craig gets grumpy and things take a turn for the worst.
Chapter Three
Taking a final glance over the city, Craig sheathed his swords and took flight, heading for home. He didn’t bother trying to get in his secret entrance this time. Everyone was already awake, and probably knew he hadn’t been home. Front door it was then. He had no idea what he looked like, but he was sure it wasn’t pretty. He always looked like shit after a hard fight like that, and his aching body probably had a few stories to tell as well. He didn’t try to hide anything as he entered the warehouse, watching Julian’s concerned expression as he passed.
“I see you decided to grace us with your presence. Everything alright?” Julian said, looking up from the newspaper he was reading as he sat in one of the armchairs nearby.
“It’s nothing. I’ll be fine,” Craig said, heading straight for the kitchen area to eat.
Julian didn’t press him for further information. If Craig wanted to remain silent, that was his decision. Julian continued reading the paper, taking in the State-sanctioned news and scanning it for information.
Craig rummaged around the kitchen, looking for something decent to eat. He was unsatisfied with what the pantry offered and took to the fridge instead. Staring in at it, he decided on eggs and bacon. He knew he needed the protein to make up for all the energy he’d used up before. He always healed faster after a fight if he ate a lot of protein, though no one was really sure why that was.
After cooking what some might call a large amount of food, Craig sat down at the kitchen table. He ate fast, finally realising just how hungry he was.
“Hey Jules, whatever it is you’re planning, I want in,” Craig said once he’d eaten. He wandered over to Julian and perched on an arm of one of the other chairs.
Julian turned to look at him. “Go get yourself cleaned up and have a good sleep. Then we’ll talk,” he said.
“Fine,” Craig said.
“You think I don’t know about the fighting?” Julian said.
“That’s my business. You stay out of it,” Craig said.
“You know I worry about you,” Julian said.
“Not half as much as you worry about Chas,” Craig countered.
“Let’s not fight over this again,” Julian said.
“No, let’s not. I’m gonna go shower,” Craig said, getting up.
Julian sighed and watched him go. Just as Craig disappeared, Chas turned up, wandering out to meet him after waking up. Julian smiled as he approached, happy to see him.
“Chas, darling, there you are,” Julian said, opening his arms to him.
Chas climbed into Julian’s embrace, cuddling up next to him. “Here I am.”
“How’s my Chassy this morning?” Julian said.
“Doing alright. What are we doing today? Anything interesting?”
“Couple of things to follow up. Couple of reports I need to go over. You coming with me?”
“Why wouldn’t I come with you? You got work for me too?”
“Maybe. I might need your advice on a few things. You eaten yet?”
“Just got up. You’re not angry are you?”
“Why would I be angry at you? Go eat. Don’t take too long though.”
“Thanks, Jules,” Chas said, giving him a quick kiss before heading over to eat, reluctantly leaving Julian’s arms.
In the bathroom, Craig peeled his clothes off before getting in the shower, turning the radio on to drown out any outside noise. News report, how interesting. Oh, shush, it’s needed for the plot. Hey, that was in-story comments, so there. Well, that does make for a nice change, doesn’t it? He began cleaning his wings, knowing he let them get rather dirty last night. A mixture of water, a mild soap and patience soon had them gleaming white again. Wings were to be proud of, the one thing that made the winged humans different from other humans. They had to look their best. He was only half paying attention to the radio when something caught his attention.
“…And in a late-night raid, military police took into custody notorious winged human rogue, Sepulchre, after a tip-off from the public as to his whereabouts. The Prime Minister has hailed the arrest as a decisive strike against these rogue mutants and has ordered police step up their assault on their kind in a bid to eradicate them from the country. He announced extra powers of arrest would be given to police and warned anyone harbouring known rogues or mutants would be arrested as traitors and tried accordingly. He said anyone found to be helping the cause of rogue mutants will be put to death. The Prime Minister has urged people to be alert to underground terrorist groups who may be supporting the mutants, adding they could strike at any time. He has ruled out imposing a curfew or a State of Emergency, saying there was no cause for alarm at this stage, but there may be a time when it could be warranted if violence against the State escalates-”
“No! Bastards! Who the fuck gave him away? I’ll hunt them down and kill them, I swear!” Craig said, interrupting his shower to throw the radio angrily against a wall. “This is war. This time he’s gone too far,” he said.
“Something the matter?” Julian called, hearing the smashing radio and Craig’s anger.
Craig walked out to the living room, towel wrapped around his waist. “They got Sepulchre. Last night. Some bastard tipped off the cops. Our illustrious leader has declared war on us ‘rogue mutants’. He wants to eradicate us from the country. This is nothing short of a declaration of war. I need to see the others. I’ll be back. Be careful. Anyone caught harbouring mutants are apparently liable to be arrested as traitors. If I’m not back before dusk, I won’t be back til the morning. Sometimes, it’s safer to hide at night,” he said.
“Shit. I’ll get the news around. You be careful as well. Their fliers are getting better at hunting you guys out, apparently,” Julian said.
“It’s not safe anywhere in this country. Only here would they keep the same Government in power for twenty years and not complain about how corrupt they are,” Craig said.
“True. Having you guys as the common enemy has fuelled Government support. It’s not fair at all, but that’s how it is now,” Julian said.
“They created us, now they want to wipe us out. How bloody predictable,” Craig said. “Anyway, I’d better get going. No one’s going to be pleased about this at all.”
“Okay then. Just stay out of trouble. I don’t want you getting caught,” Julian said.
“I know how to take care of myself, Julian,” Craig said.
Julian gave him a concerned look before Craig went to get dressed. Craig didn’t waste time worrying about what he was wearing, he needed to get going. Sky patrols were more numerous at night for some reason, so getting caught flying during the day was less likely but still possible. But there were plenty of places to hide on top of buildings should you need to dive out of a patrol’s way. The less time he spent in the air the better, though, so a quick flight was best.
Even after the announcement of more patrols and such that morning, Craig only happened to see two patrols as he made his way to The Glass House, noticing all the other winged humans arriving as well. The fliers must be getting lax in their daytime patrols if they haven’t stepped up their numbers already. You’re going to bring Adam back into this, aren’t you? Well, he has wings too, you know. I can’t not have him here. Fine. Just don’t have him get violent on me again. We’ll see.
Craig landed and headed towards the arena, sensing the panic in the air. Things were not going to get better now. It was time to take action if they weren’t going to get wiped out. But what could 5000 winged humans do against an entire country? Sure, there were smaller populations in other cities, but still, at best, estimates had the number of winged humans at no more than 10,000. Even if they all got together in the one city, that’d still make difficult odds in them being able to fight. The military police had superior numbers and firepower, and they were getting smarter. Rumours had it those winged humans that were caught and subsequently vanished were taken and brainwashed into helping the military police hunt the rest of the winged humans down. No one liked that at all, the thought that their own kind was being used against them. It only served to fuel hatred towards the Government and the wingless humans. Something had to be done, and fast, before they lost their chance to strike.
“Craig!” Adam called from behind as Craig walked towards the arena.
Craig turned to see Adam behind him, jogging to catch him up. “Adam. Hi,” he said, not terribly pleased to see him.
“Hey there. Look, sorry about last night, I just-”
“It’s ok. It was my fault. I was just messed up. Living like this will mess you up, what with all the fear and the hatred. It fucks with your head,” Craig said, interrupting him. Stop making me nice! I won’t have you two fighting. Get over it.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. God, this place is crazy. How on earth did the humans down there let this happen?” Adam said.
“By being stupid, ignorant arseholes, that’s how. People like that don’t listen to reason; just blindly follow what they’re told because they’re too scared to think for themselves. We’re the only humans left willing to speak up against the Government, and that, my friend, is a very sad fact indeed,” Craig said. Oh, I give up. Fine, don’t listen to me at all. It’s about time you came to that conclusion. Good boy. Oh, stop it.
“Yeah, you got that right, but what can we do? They vastly outnumber us. I think they’d all be happier if we moved to another country. Then at least we’d be someone else’s problem, as I heard someone say,” Adam said.
“Bastards. If we leave, they win. I won’t let them do that. We stay and fight, because what else can we do? We might as well just walk up to the police and let them shoot us otherwise. We haven’t been fighting every week in here for nothing. We can take them. We just need to hit them at their weakest point. No point attacking the military. They’re far too strong. A decisive attack is what we need, something that will cripple them. We need to strike from the top and behead this monster before it grows too big for even us to control. Attack their power and the underlings will crumble. That’s how we have to fight back. Otherwise, we’ll be slaughtered,” Craig said.
“We can’t do this alone. I know there are some humans down there that support us. We need to get everyone who’s willing to fight together to work out how we can attack,” Adam said.
“Julian’s onto it. He’s getting the word around his contacts. Hopefully, we’ll have enough to make this work,” Craig said. “Anyway, we’d better get in there. I can hear another patrol coming by.”
“Yeah, good idea,” Adam said, heading into the arena behind Craig.