Whumptober Day 10

Title: Do you feel better now, as she falls to the ground
Rating: T
Fandom: Divergent - Veronica Roth
Pairing/Characters: Tris Prior, Peter Hayes, Jeanine Matthews, Eric
Critical Tags: Erudite Experimentation, Greater than Canon Violence, Blood and Injuries
Summary: Tris volunteers herself as a sacrificial lamb to Erudite and to Jeanine's experiments.
Excerpt:

"Your tenacity never ceases to amaze." Jeanine's voice sounded tinny through the single speaker embedded in the ceiling. Tris was too short to break it. She longed to. "Every day you come back ready and raring to go. Is that a personal trait I wonder or did Dauntless beat that into you?"

Tris's mouth pressed in a flat line, and she felt the twinge that came from three days of split lips never given the time to heal properly. It was a game with rules she couldn't decipher whether or not she was supposed to respond to the woman. These few days Tris had elected to keep quiet and it had at least helped her own sanity. She didn't have to bother to think of one-ups and witty retorts to Jeanine's remarks.

The physical challenge was a welcome change compared to the battery of simulations that Jeanine had started with. Hours and hours facing the same seven fears while Jeanine pushed her next cocktail of pharmaceuticals into the port on Tris' inner arm. She had pulled it out the first night and learned very quickly that Erudite was content to wait until she had bled herself delirious before opening the cell door to treat the wound. It hadn't gotten Tris any advantage, and the next afternoon - the soonest that she could be pumped back full of O negative and conscious enough for the simulations to mean anything to her - she was strapped back onto Jeanine's setup once more.

Whumptober Day 11

Title: One Wire, Two Wire, Red Wire, Blue Wire
Rating: T
Fandom: Among Us
Pairing/Characters: Cyan, White
Critical Tags: Main Character Death, Struggling
Summary: Cyan hates trying to rewire anything. It always seems like those tasks will be the death of him.
Excerpt:

He put it off. He painstakingly cleared the asteroids from their upcoming nav path. And emptied the air vents of the random debris that the intakes took in from Storage. He even lugged two separate, over-filled containers of fuel to the upper and lower engines. Each time that he walked past the panels that had been assigned to him, Cyan made sure that he was obviously working on a much more critical task.

That was before the lights cut out. Black shoved past him in the hall as he moved to electrical, cursing under her breath. “This wouldn’t be happening if someone bothered to stop the shorts in circuit seven,” she growled. Cyan started after her, his hands using the walls to guide him.

Black whirled around, her lamp blaring brightly in Cyan’s face. “Don’t bother, Cyan,” she snapped. “ I’ve got it. You’re only going to make rebooting harder if I’ve got to keep fixing your mistakes.”