The Melancholy Mysteries of Samantha Holmes Chapter 2

“Oh, good you’re awake.” Alexander says, as I lift myself from the bed.

“What could have possibly happened last night?” I asked, as I realized I wasn’t in my own room.

“You got a nasty gash on the back of your head, you fainted afterwards. I decided to take you back to my home.” He motioned around to the small room.

“Oh, well thank you. Can you possibly take me back to my own home now?”

“I’m afraid I cannot do that.” He looks down, as if not wanting to say what was really going on.

“What on earth do you mean?” I grow anxious, why was he keeping me here?

“This is why.” He holds up a newspaper with today’s date. I gasp as I look at the person on the front page. Me.

“But, I never stole any jewelry!” I exclaim, knocking the paper to the floor.

“I believe you, and I know who did it as well.” He takes the paper and rips it in two. “The very same men who set you up last night.”

“But…” I stare at the ripped remains on the floor.

“They went back to your home this morning, found jewels covering the floor. Printed this an hour later.” He takes a knife from his pocket. “You’re also wanted for the murder of the man, since they found the murder weapon in your room.”

“This is blasphemy! I would never do such a hideous thing! Everyone here should know that by now!” I shout.

“That is why I need your help. I was sent to do investigate a crime as well. It ended with a bomb, and later I was wanted for murder.” He runs a hand through his hair, which I just now notice is streaked.

“That’s why you bleached your hair isn’t it? So they couldn’t recognize you?”

“That’s correct. Now, we have to do the same for you.” He holds up a bottle of Peroxide.

“What? But…” I take a lock of my jet black hair, and ponder if it’s truly worth it.

“…Your father.” I was so distracted that I didn’t even hear what Alexander had just said.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I said, you have hair like your father. That is why you do not want to bleach it, is that correct?”

“Yes.” I take the bottle. “But, If I am ever going to see my father again, I have to try this.”

I walk into the bathroom and wet my hair, staring at myself long in the mirror. This would be the last time I looked so much like my father for a very long time.

~

“How does this look?” I ask Alexander, stepping out of the bathroom. Now, I hair looked almost the same. Jet black, with white streaks. Sorry father.

“Wonderful, no one will recognize you now.” He steps into his kitchen. “I’m going to prepare breakfast, would you like anything specific?”

I sigh. How could my life have changed so much in just a matter of hours?

As if by reading my thoughts, Alexander popped his head out the kitchen door, “You know, it doesn’t look that bad. Not at all.”

I turn away at his kind words. I felt a burning sensation, and I did not like it. I walked into the kitchen and smelled the finest food in London. Bacon.

“I know you are probably used to eating extravagant meals, but this is all I have right now.” He says, placing some of the meat on a dish and setting it front of me at the table.

“This is delightful. Thank you.”

“After we are done, we can go to the market. We will need to find you some new clothes so you don’t get caught in the same outfit you used in the supposed murder.” I laugh at his joke. “For now you can borrow something of mine if you’d like.”

~

Alexander and I, browse the stands at the market at noon. He had managed to rip the bottom half of my dress of, and replace it with lace. That way, I would not be recognized at all.

“Just tell me if you see anything you may like. I have enough money to buy a thousand wardrobes I we need.” He leads me through the crowd.

“You really do not have to do this.” I state, but he just looks at me.

“On the contrary I do. If anyone saw you wearing the same dress over and over, then they would get suspicious.” He lowers his voice to a whisper. “And I want to help you, as much as I can.”

I feel that burning sensation all over again, and walk into a shop filled with clothes to ignore it.

“This is lovely.” I take a dress from wear it hangs upon the wall. A solid black floor-length, strapless gown, and the bottom half covered in black lace.

“Very lovely, indeed. But, you will need more than one dress.” He smiles, and then takes me into the other half of the shop.

~

Afterwards, I have six dresses, two blouses, and three pairs of pants being shipped to Alexander’s home.

“Well, I believe that is enough for today.” I say, as Alexander and I walk back towards his home.

“I could have gotten you more; really it wouldn’t have been a problem.” He was very persistent.

We walk together, passing by many people, who don’t even give us a second glance. This would take some time to get used to. I had already seen many people whom I knew from past encounters, and restrained myself from saying hello, no matter how much I wished to.

I glanced into a jewelry shop window, and gasped. A black onyx heart necklace was displayed in the window. The same necklace I had been wearing the night before. The necklace my father had given me for my past birthday.

“Samantha? Are you alright?” Alexander notices my expression and takes a step back.

“That necklace, I was wearing it last night. That man must have slipped it off of my neck when I wasn’t looking.” I stare at the window in shock.

“I bet it’s just a replica, your real necklace is probably sitting back at home.” He says, at an attempt to lift my spirit. It doesn’t work.

“No, it’s not. My father got me that necklace when I turned sixteen; it’s a one-of-a-kind.”

“I’ll get it back, wait here.” He dashes into the store before I can stop him.

~

“Turn around.” Alexander lifts the necklace around my neck, and I feel so grateful.

“There. Now, it’s like it never left you.” He hooks the clasps together and I turn around and hug him. I don’t know why, I guess you could say I was just so very grateful.

“Thank you so much.” I let go of him, and he smiles.

“So that necklace is really important to you isn’t it?”

“Very important, it’s one of the things I cherish the most. See, look at the back here.” I twist the necklace around to show him the tiny engraved heart. “My father had it made like that, because he said my heart was my best trait.”

“That is very sweet of him. Oh, by the way, happy birthday.” He takes something out of his pocket.

“Oh my, how did you know?” I gasp.

“Well, you were very depressed today. I figured that with your mother and father not being here you would feel down, but it also being your birthday, I realized your mood went deeper than that.” He takes my hand and places something in it.

I stare down at the anklet he had given me. It matched my onyx necklace as well. I slipped it into his pocket.

“Keep it safe for me?” I ask, and he gives me a puzzled look. “I might drop it when we are running.”

“Why would we be running?”

“The man by the tea shop to your left has an emblem with the letter Z on it. He has been staring at us for the past five and half minutes.” He looks impressed.

“HEY YOU TWO! STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!” The very same man screams, as Alexander and I take off.

“You are beautiful and skilled. I am very impressed.” Alexander tells me, and I smile.

~Jes

The Melancholy Mysteries of Samantha Holmes Chapter 1

*And here it is! The brand new story! The Melancholy Mysteries of Samantha Holmes! Also, known as MMSH! Thanks to Hoshi for the name! Also, for those curious of what they look like since I didn’t have time to add it into the story, think of Sam and Alexander from Skywilled as seventeen. Thanks for everyone’s patience, and I hope you all enjoy it!*

I awoke one early morning to the sound of one of London’s many patrol cars. It was still quite early, but in London, crime never sleeps.

“SAMANTHA HOLMES, OPEN UP!” An angered voice called, as it pounded upon my door.

I lazily pushed my blankets aside and lifted myself from the bed. Yawning, I opened the door and was met with a red-faced Sergeant Donns.

“By god, what could you possibly need at such a ghastly hour Sergeant?” I asked, as more policemen came to my door.

“There has been another murder, Samantha.” He replied, lowering his head. I glided past him and opened the door to the carriage.

“Take me to the scene of the crime.” I declared, taking my seat inside.

I gazed up at the night sky, where dawn was just beginning to break. I remembered looking up at this same sky as a child, with my father.

My father.

I wonder what he was doing now.

~

“Let me see.” I burst through the doors, of the chapel. There lays the priest on a pew, a sheet covering his now decomposing body.

Two policemen come up behind me and lift the sheet. There the man lies with a knife protruding from his heart.

“Can you tell us anything, Samantha?” Sergeant asks, as I pull out my magnifying glass.

“Why, of course I can.” I look closer at the knife, and then pull it from his flesh. “Well, to begin with, this knife did not kill this man. He was poisoned, as you can see from the bulging veins of his neck, from where he clutched it, trying to breath.”

“She can’t even tell us who did it. Nothing like her father.” I hear one of the policemen whisper to his companion.

“And you.” I turn my direction to him. “By the bags underneath your eyes, I can tell you were awake a fair amount of time during the night. Gambling perhaps?”

His eyes grow wide, and I continue. “And by the limp of your leg, exactly two inches above the ground I can tell that you had the door slammed against your ankle on your way out of the gambling ring.”

“How do you know I was g-gambling?” He stutters.

“Well, by the looks of that gold watch, fairly new, not even holding the correct time on it. So, I can infer you won a bet at the gambling ring, hurt your ankle upon your way out, and then bought yourself a new watch?” I see him stare at me in disbelief. I grin.

“Is she right?” His partner asks.

“Yes…” He murmurs.

“Delightful, Samantha! Incredibly delightful!” The sergeant shouts.

“As for my father, last I heard he was in Blackwell.” I shift my gaze to the floor of the chapel, so none of them see my saddened expression.

“Let’s get to it then, shall we?” I look back up at the murdered man, and the knife. I notice a tiny etching towards the halter of the knife. Z?

“There is an etching that says Z. But, for now that is all I can tell.” I turn my attention back to the men. “I would like to stay a bit longer, if I may.”

“Of course, thank you once again Samantha.” The Sergeant and the policemen then take their leave.

I walk up to the podium on the stage of the church. I slam my hand down upon, making the man hiding inside bang his head on the interior.

“You’ve been caught.” I pull him out, and I hear the click of a gun being set.

“Not yet.” He pulls the trigger, just as I jump out of the way.

He lunges at me, to get a better aim. I dunk behind a pew, as he shoots the gun, another time.

“Stand still!” He aims it at me as I sprint across the room.

I quickly jump up on top of the stage, and grab the music stand.  I thrust it at him, but he dunks.

He hops onto the stage behind me, so I slide under the piano just as he jumps on top of it. It comes crashing to the ground, as I crawl out from underneath, and run to the chapel doors.

I try to kick them open, seeing as how they are locked. This man had an accomplice.

I remember looking at the man, who questioned my abilities. He had, had an emblem on his cuffs. One that said, Z.

Why had I been so stupid? Maybe I wasn’t like my father at all.

The man runs up the aisle to me, and I try to dash away, but my dress had gotten caught in the door handle. The man chuckles, and then gets his gun ready.

I hear the gunshot, and prepare for the worst, just as I get pushed to the ground. Someone had saved me.

“Who are you?” I ask, as the man, about my age, extends his hand towards me. I take it, and he smiles.

The villain runs forth once again with his gun and the new man trips him.

“My name is Alexander, pleased to meet you.” He states, kicking the man in his stomach.

“Why are you helping me?” I thrust my fists into the man’s face, as he staggers to stand.

“Ha. So, what is your name?” He laughs, as he puts the man in a headlock.

“Samantha.” I kick the man one last time in his unmentionables and falls to the floor in writhing pain.

But, then he pulls out a controller.

And presses the button.

“It’s bomb. Come, we must get out of here.” Alexander takes my hand the kicks the front doors open.

We run fast, just as the chapel erupts into an explosion. We are both lifted up and thrown several feet away.

I lift myself off the ground and stare at the disaster. I see neither blood nor bruises, and then look over at Alexander. He looks well.

“So tell me, why exactly did you help me?” I ask, as he takes my hand. I lift him from the ground and stare into his ice-blue eyes.

“Because I need your help.”

~Jes

Moar Pop updates :D

Obviously some people haven’t been posting pop updates.. So Yeah…

First off, Back to reality

Well after much vacationing, I have again returned to Reality TV Island. I heard the local grocery store had some good donuts, I just don’t know which kind to get.

HADES IN DA HOWWWOOOSSSS!!!

I decided to rise from the Underworld and see how the new island is coming along. Not quite as cool as where I’m from, but it should be fine for you living, breathing *gag* mortals.

Animadverto vos nunc

Hades is here O.O

Counterfeit island is here!!

Getting Boar-ed?

As a hermit I try to avoid meeting people but sometimes it’s hard to find a place to be alone. When I reached this island in the middle of the ocean, I figured I was the only person around for miles. I soon realized this place is full of some of the craziest people I’ve ever seen! Why would anyone run around with a jar of water on their head? It seems dangerous, especially when there’s an angry boar out to get you. I’m going to monitor the situation and see what I can find out.

You’ll never believe what I saw on my adventures recently. A real fountain in the shape of a fish! Have I ever told you how much I love fish? I think I will like this new island a lot!

New Characters, New Island!

Can you guess what this new island will be about?

Knock, knock!

Who’s there?
Watson
Watson who?
Watson TV today?

And a New background

Counterfeit Island Wallpaper

If you’re a fan of Counterfeit Island, you’ll enjoy this new Poptropica wallpaper!

Dats all for now!!

Skywilled Secrets Chapter 2

I gasp.

“It can’t be!” I shout.

“But, it can. They know about Manson, and they know we did it.” He whispers the last part, and I walk over beside him.

“Have you read it yet? Maybe they haven’t found out. Maybe they’re just telling us, that they are sending in more people to get us.” I sounded hopeful, even though I felt the exact opposite.

“I doubt it, but you can read it if you want.” He shrugs, than walks to his dresser and picks up his cell phone. He flips it open and dials a number, then walks into the bathroom. “This will only take a moment.”

I look down at the envelope. Should I? I slid my thumb under the flap, and heard the rip. I gently pulled out the card. Maybe this is a bad idea. But, I read anyway.

We know of what happened on October 31, 2009. We will not consider this acceptable, so be wary. We are coming, and there is no place for you to hide. Not even the darkness.

HS.

 

My heart stopped, my breath catching in my throat.

They were coming to kill me and Alexander.

“Yes. Of course. Thank you.” Alexander flipped his phone down, and stared at me sadly.

“They’re coming.” I muttered.

He closed his eyes. “I knew it.”

“What are we going to do?” I asked, and he sat down beside me. I rested my head on his shoulder.

“They can’t come for you, if I get to them first.” He turned towards me, and I gasped once again.

“NO! We are in this together!” No way on Earth was I letting him die for me.

“Sam, maybe if I talk to them, they will stop their evil ways. If not then, well…” He trailed off.

“Alexander they will kill you! I can’t lose you!” He wraps his arms around me, but I feel hot tears pour down my face.

“If I tell them I killed Manson, they won’t come after you. I can tell them Manson already killed you. That way you can be safe.”  He rubs his thumb across my face, wiping the tears away.

“But, they will kill you. No, I can’t lose you.” I feel my hands shaking, and he takes them. He kisses them and places them to his heart.

“Sam, they can’t kill me. You’re not the only one with a secret you know.” He whispers, and I smile.

“You’re kidding.”

“I forged my death transcripts to say I was shot. But, that’s not the truth at all.” His eyes look hopeful, and I can’t help but to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.

“Just promise me, you’ll be okay.” I look deep into his eyes, and he looks into mine.

“I promise.”

“I hope you won’t miss me too much.” Alexander attempts a joke, as he tosses clothes into his suitcase.

I smile weakly, and he comes over and wraps his arms around me. He slips something into my back pocket.

“What’s this?” I ask, slipping my hand into the pocket. But, he grabs my wrist.

“No peeking until after I’m gone.” He tells me, and puts his arm over my shoulders. We walk out of his room together to the front entrance.

“I’ll be back.” Alexander whispers into my ear, as he lifts his suitcase off the ground.

“I can’t wait.” I say.

“One week. Two, tops. Plus, my phone is going to be on the whole time. Please don’t worry.” He tips my head up to look at him.

“I love you, Sam.” He leans down and kisses me.

“I love you, too.”

He opens the wrought iron gates, and steps into the cab. I wave the whole time the cab drives down the old country road. I even wave when it’s out of sight.

“Please be careful.” I begin to walk away, and I feel my tears land against my ice cold hands.

I walk all across campus. Its midnight, so no one else is out. I look at the pond. Had it really only been a week since that ungrateful night?

I begin to pick up the pace, as I sprint to my dorm room. I feel my tears fall faster, as my heart ached. He might have said he would be fine, but how was I supposed to know when he was going up against the most elite and secret society ever known to man, and vampire.

I see a few girls, hanging out against their room doors, and give me weird looks. I ignore them and run up to the top floor.

I finally reach my door, and fumble with the key. Trying to pull it out of my pocket, but my hands are shaking too bad.

“Come on!” I shout at the door, getting frustrated. I finally give up on the key, and just kick it as hard as I can. He creaks open and I run inside.

I slam the door behind me, and fall onto my bed. I feel my tears leave streaks down my cheeks, but I don’t care. I continue to cry.

I remember that he had slipped something into my pocket, and slide my hand inside. I feel my hand clasp around what feel like a necklace, and I gently pull it out.

My eyes lock with a beautiful anklet. A tiny key and a tiny masquerade mask charm dangle from the side of it.

It was gorgeous.

I feel my eyes well up once again, as I wrap it around my ankle. I fall face first onto my pillow, and cry even harder.

I’m so distracted by my thoughts, that I don’t even notice someone slip into my room.

Whoever it is sits down beside me and takes my hand. I look up, and I see Styx.

“Are you okay, Sam?” She asks me.

“I’m…fine.” I blurt out, but she shakes her head.

“I know that’s not the truth.” I see Socks out of the corner of my eye hop onto my vanity and make some room through my make-up, so he can take a nap.

“Sam, listen to me. You do realize you can tell me anything, right?” She looks at me, and I sit up. Did she know about me and Alexander? It sure did sound that way.

“There’s nothing to tell. I’m fine. Really, I am.” I attempt to smile, but she just stares at me, and then shakes her head.

“Sam, there’s something I have to tell you.”

~Jes

Skywilled Secrets Chapter 1

The bright morning sun, made its way across the horizon, as I lifted my head up. A brand new day.

It had been a little over a week now, after my almost death, and Manson’s actual death. I still don’t understand what got into me as I did it, but I did. And now all of it was over.

“Sam! Hurry up, were heading to breakfast!” Ellsa shouts, from behind my closed door. I quickly change out of my close, fix my makeup, brush my teeth, and run out the door.

Just to find out that were still waiting for Lyra.

“HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRY UP!” Styx bangs on Lyra’s door, urging her to come on. I hear someone’s stomach growl, and giggle.

“I’M COMING!” Her voice booms, as she steps out of her room and stomps towards the cafeteria.

“Someone’s grumpy today.” Ellsa mocks, and Tempest giggles.

“So how do you guys think you did on the literature quiz?” Memoria asks her voice just barely audible.

“The usual, most likely a really low B, or a really high C.” Styx blows her bangs out of her eyes.

I tune out the rest of their conversation, as I look out the long stretch of windows in the corridor. There’s the clock tower, science dorm, the pond. Ah, the pond. And the bridge too. When I finally graduate, that’s the only thing about this place that I will miss. Well, that and my friends.

“Earth to Sam! Were here!” Styx waves her hands in front of my face to get my attention, and I finally realize, I’m about to walk into a door.

“Oh, thanks.” I weakly mutter. I glance around the cafeteria, looking for Alexander, but he’s nowhere to be found.

I take a tray from the fruit line, and grab a cup of strawberries. I tried to pay attention, but my mind kept wandering back to the same question.

Where is Alexander?

He had never missed a school day before, except for the week when I was “sick.”

Why would he start now?

I walk over to the table with my friends, and get puzzled looks from all of them.

“So, where’s your boyfriend?” Lyra asks, taking a bite of her apple.

“He’s sick.” I look down at my cup of strawberries and think back to what I had remembered last Friday.

So, it wasn’t the sword that killed me, it was the poison. But, Edward had stabbed me before I started feeling any of the poison’s effects. Even if I have been a vampire for almost 500 years, I will never truly understand the vampire world.

I look up and see Styx looking at me strangely. Like, she knows what I’m thinking. She mouths the words, “Are you okay?” but, I just wave them off. Maybe the thing that was worrying me wasn’t just about Alexander’s missing presence.

“So is it true?” I heard Ellsa ask someone.

“SAM!” Tempest shakes my arm, to get my attention. “Where are you today?”

“Oh, sorry. So, what were you asking?” I say, trying to sound normal.

“Okay, as I was trying to ask, that Matt kid told me he saw you kill Eyepatch. Even though it is so absurd, I still want to know. So is it true?” Lyra looks at me, her words sinking into my head.

Matt had saw me?

“Of course it’s not true! Why would I kill a teacher? I mean I hated the guy, but why would I murder him?” I look cautiously across the room, and Matt giving me a weird expression.

“See I knew Sam, would never do something like that!” Tempest exclaims, catching the looks of a couple people sitting at the next table.

“Yeah, she wouldn’t. She doesn’t have the gut to do something like that.” Lyra turns back to her apple and chews it slowly.

Oh, you would never believe the gut I had, Lyra.

Since I did do it.

They all get into a conversation about the November festival coming up soon, giving me an excuse ponder through my thoughts again. Maybe he just didn’t feel like coming. That could be it. Or maybe he just felt like taking an extra long time to get ready, and he’s on his way. I look over at the cafeteria doors, and eagerly wait for him to walk through them.

But, he doesn’t.

I glumly walk up the steps to my next class with Styx. Why hadn’t Alexander been there? Why hadn’t he shown up? Maybe this was more serious than I thought.

“Hey, it’s okay that he didn’t show.” Styx says, giving me that strange look again.

“Yeah, I know. It just…worries me.” I always felt like I could tell Styx these things. Maybe someday, I could even tell her the big secret.

“It’s fine to worry, but when you do it too much, you get paranoid.” She opens up the classroom’s door, and we walk inside.

“Thanks, Styx.” I say, reassuringly, and she nods.

I look over to where Alexander and I sit, and just as before he’s not there.

“Hey, why don’t you sit with me today? Just to get your mind off of him.” She pulls out her chair, and I see who she’s sitting beside of.

“Thanks for the offer but-“I begin to say, but Styx has already started to push Matt out of the chair next to her.

“Why should I move for a murderer?” Matt starts to slide from the impact of Styx’s push. A couple more, and he’s going to fall.

“You are such a jerk. Why would Sam murder someone? Now MOVE!” Styx gives one final push and he’s on the floor.

“OW!” He shouts, but just gathers his books, and walks away. But, not before giving me an evil glare.

“Just ignore him, he’s stupid.” Styx tells me, and pulls out the seat for me.

“Thanks, Styx. This means a lot to me.” I say, as the substitute teacher walks in.

Finally, a change from Manson or as Lyra calls him, Eyepatch.

I run over to the boy’s dorm, eager to find Alexander just sitting on his bed, perfectly fine.

But, what if he wasn’t?

I get weird stares from all the guys, as I hop up the steps to the top floor, two at a time.

His room was at the very end of the hall, from what I can remember. I rush towards it, feeling like the hallway got longer with each step.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Matt shouts, stepping in front of me.

“I’m trying to see Alexander! Move!” I exclaim, running around him, and to the very end.

I find Alexander’s door, and knock.

But, he doesn’t answer.

“Alexander?” I call, and I hear a faint laughing in the room.

“It’s open, Sam.” I hear him say, from inside. I turn the knob, and step through.

“Sorry, I didn’t come today. I’ve had to handle something.” He tells me, walking over and kissing me.

“Oh, well you just had me worried. Thank goodness you’re okay.” He wraps me into his arms, and I feel like I’m in the safest place in the whole world.

“Sam, there’s something you have to see.” He gently, pulls apart, and walks towards his window, looking out.

“What is it?” I ask, my worry rising once again.

“This.” He tosses an envelope onto his bed, and I glance at the initials on the corner.

HS.

Hunter’s Society.

~Jes

The Prophecy, part 8.

*Note: I changed Harely into Takuto… Don’t ask xD So ignore the last chapters little small paragraph full of him xD Well the name at least…*

Hunter couldn’t stop looking at the fire girl, she was just to good to be true! She was only wearing black and white stuff, even her hair was streaked. But Hunter thought she stood out from the rest, she was calm unlike that ‘Element girl’, and she wasn’t too quiet like the water girl. She was loud, yet soft and kind… But she had a rep, which was bonus.

“Ugh… Why do we have to hang out with these girls… Seriously Takuto…” Hunter said to his buddy in disgust secretly looking at fire girl out of the corner of his eye, his eye met hers and he immediately turned beet red. Takuto turned around and looked at the kitty boy skeptically.

“Dude, first of all, I think they heard that prophecy as well… And if two groups saw it, that means they have to be joined together. The yellowish one looked troubled, so I bet that she and some other ones were the ones that turned snake green and sprouted one like it was the directions to run.” Takuto then swept his hair out of his eyes so that he could look straight at Hunter.

“Well what are the other reasons. Maybe they didn’t hear the prophecy?!” Hunter stomped his foot like an impatient child, then straightened out.

“Second, we already met up with some of the cockroaches and you saw what they did to us.” Takuto’s smile slowly faded as he remembered it, but then quickly pushed it out of his mind.

“And third, well all of them are just HOT!” Takuto then grinned yet again and ran off to go bug them.

“Wow…” Hunter heard a voice from behind him and then jumped. When he came down after hitting his head on a branch he saw Kloud, the only 11 year old of there group. Kloud smiled then shrugged and walked away to go meet some of the girls. He seemed interested in the one with the bushy fox tail (Sian).

Hunter sighed and locked eyes with Alexander, he remembered him because he was the only guy in the girls group AND HE WAS FIRE GIRLS BROTHA!!!!! Hunter then slapped his head.

“Can I ask you why you just slapped your head?” Alexander asked and then cocked his head, Hunter shrugged and then smiled until they both burst out laughing.

After about 3 minutes of that Raven came over and practically scared the cat in Hunter away. He then shot up in the tree again but this time he got stuck. And he got bounced back so he was full kitty. Not just kitty boy. His mouth was fully dropped down and he was trying to get a paw hold.

The ruckess finally reached its way to Element’s, Socks’, and Sam’s ears. When they saw Hunter as a kitty and up in the tree like that, they doubled over laughing and could not stop. Takuto and the rest of them saw him too. They were actually on the ground laughing there butts off! Raven finally cracked a smile just as the other vampire did, the boys side.

Louhi was trying to get away from the crowd as well as the other quiet boy was on the other end of the clearing. In the middle they bumped into each other and Louhi got startled so much that she she let out a gasp and made Liam feel cold as the stones. Almost causing him to freeze. She quickly led him away from the crowd and nodded toward the forest. He nodded back and followed.

Kitty Boy Hunter was still stuck in the tree flailing his tail so much that Socks muttered to everyone, “If you swing that tail any faster, you could fly and save yourself.” Socks then went up to start climbing the tree but it was too late, Hunter was slipping even after digging his claws into the bark, he made one last attempt, but the bark was slippery, he then fell…..

Right into Sam’s arms! Sam widened her eyes as Hunter turned beet red and then changed back. He was still in Sam’s arms. He jumped out and just stared, still embarrassed when Element and Takuto burst out,

“OOOooh!!! Sam and Kitty boy together?? OoooO-” Then they broke off, exchanged a glance, then immidiatly blushed Scarlet.

Element then took Sam over and ran up to the girls tree along with Sahara and Alice. Atlantia was settling in a nice spot around the trunk. Sian was curled up as an arctic fox (Dunno why…) at the base of her own tree. And Constance was in a leaf hammock by two trees.

On the Guys side of the clearing, Kitty Boy Hunter was steering clear of the trees and was one with the kitty again clawing leaves into a pile to make a small bed. He gathered brambles and weaved them around his makeshift bed making a den.

Liam and Louhi were back, Louhi had a small smile on her fragile face while Liam had the biggest grin ever. Minato was sitting down at the base of an oak tree watching the rest of them. He had the first watch since he was one of the quietest. He sneaked a peek at Alice as she shot up the tree with “Hyper Girl” as he liked to call Element.

Raven and the other Vampire, Shadow, were looking at each other with swift glances and then at Socks who was sleeping soundly at the tree where Hunter got stuck in. Raven snuck by her and scented the air for dangers. She scented the weird cockroaches again… She then signaled to Minoto to come over there when one came out and got into Raven’s hair, she slowly and calmly picked it out of her hair and squashed it putting it into a small vial. Or what was left of it.

After slowly walking to find a dark puddle at her feet, Raven then did scream. She screamed so loud that Element and Takuto both fell out of both their trees. Element ran over to Raven while Takuto ran to Shadow, who was trembling.

“Raven what happened? I heard you scream.. Alexa helped make sure no one heard it with a spell. Except me.” Element said softly but urgent. Raven started to shiver and almost disappear compepletly.

Shadow wasn’t much better he kept pointing somewhere but he also was jerking his hand back beofre anyone could tell where he was pointing. Until Takuto just went and slapped his face at the same time as Element who slapped Raven.

“Nice timing kitty girl.” Takuto whispered glancing at her.

“You to kitty boy.” Element whisper glanced back.

“Um kitties, sorry to ruin the love moment but the cockroaches are back!” Raven and Shadow whispered in unision.

“Oh Fudgenuggets…” Element whisper cursed. Raven, Shadow, and Takuto looked at her like she was crazy,

“It just came out ok?”

“Ok then…”

“We have to get everybody up! We don’t know how many of the powere sucking things our out there!” Takuto ordered.

“Hate to brake it to you, but we do.. LOOK OUT!!!” Element screeched not caring if anybody heard.

TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!!!!!!

Skywilled Academy Chapter 13

The Legends of a Vampire

Long ago, there was a woman. She had lived a great life, and was forever loved. But, one night, a man whom had loved her deeply shot her. His reason is forever unknown. The woman lied there in the street bleeding to death, until a strange man saved her. He took her home, and cared for her. She survived, but was no longer human. Her blood had all drained out into the street. But, the boy who had saved her, told her to drink from a rare type of blood. One no longer found in humans today. His blood. She did, and she was forever filled. Her incisors grew, her eyes faded blood red. She was forever immortal, and forever dead.

The man whom had shot her, found out about this, and set out to finish the job. When he met up with the woman a year later, he found her changed. And he decided instead of leaving a bloody mess, he would just poison her this time. He did, but she still lived. He knew that he must finish the job so he created a society, bent on killing the bloodsucker. The Hunter’s Society.

That man died before he ever reached his goal, and his followers died as well. But, one child was left. This young boy grew up, and found the gun the man had used to kill the woman the first time. He snuck into her house one night as she slept, then shot her dead. And this time, she stayed dead.

But, before the woman had died, she had helped others. Others, who had mysteriously come back from the dead, now half dead, their blood was the blood of the pure.

But, there are other types as well.

The guardians, those who protect the purebloods, who are created by a vampire whom seeks a companion, but does not wish to wait for a human to come back. In this case their blood is not pure. The new vampire created is a Guardian. Their soul duty, to protect the purebloods so they can carry out their goal of helping the new children of death, to know what they are.

But, there is one last kind.

A half-blood. Unheard of in the vampire community. A vampire that mixes with the human society, creating a child known as one whose blood is mixed. This child grows up, with greedy blood. Wanting it more and more. The guardians and purebloods refuse to suck a human dry of their blood. But, the half-bloods know no other way. These vampires kill, and are meant to be destroyed.

And now, we learn of the only way to kill a vampire.

They are half dead, and the only way to kill the other half is just as that little boy, so many years ago realized.

They must repeat their death.

~

December 19, 1492. 11:58 p.m.

“Samantha!” A young man, named Edward calls. He runs up to me, as I gaze up at the moon.

“Hello, Edward. Isn’t the moon stunning this night?” I ask, reaching my hand up and feeling like I could almost grasp it.

“Yes it is, madam. But, the coronation is starting, everyone is waiting for you to take your rightful place as queen.” He comes to stand beside me, the snow from the clouds above begins to fall.

“I do not wish to be queen. I wish to be free.” I look over at him, and he’s smiling.

“Well, Samantha, I will let you know that soon enough, you will be free.” He reaches his hand over my shoulders, and slips a watch from his pocket. “Oh look, ten more seconds to midnight. Will you count it down with me?”

“Possibly. Ten…”

“Nine.” His grin grows wider.

“Eight…”

“Seven.” He reaches for something under his coat.

“Six…”

“Five.” He pulls whatever it is out, but it is too dark to see it.

“Four…”

“Three.” He puts the object behind his back, so I can’t see?

“Two…”

“One.” I hear him unsheathe a sword, but as I turn to run, he shoves it into my back. Right by my heart. I fall to the ground in pain and agony. My throat begins to constrict. I cannot breath. I try to scream, but nothing comes out.

Edward walks away.

I lie there on the ground, as my blood pours out into the blanket of snow.

My eyes flutter open the next morning.

~

Now

“SAM!” I run over to her, and rip the sword out of her chest.

“SAM WAKE UP!” I feel hot tears cascade down my cheeks.

“It’s not going to work!” Manson growls, from behind me.

“I loved her! How could you? HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF SOMEONE KILLED YOU’RE THE WOMAN YOU LOVED?” I hiss.

“Someone did. Someone like you and her. That’s why I want revenge. Now, get up.” He kicks me in the side when I refuse, so I begin to slowly stand.

“I know how you died too!” He shouts, pulling out a gun.

“You think that all of us are the same? That were all nasty bloodsuckers? YOUR WRONG! You just killed the one person I loved! She didn’t kill your wife! So, why would you guy after her!” I stand my ground, and look him in the eyes. I see a flash of realization cross his face, but it’s over in a second.

“ALL LIES!” He screams, covering his ears with his hands.

“YOU KNOW IT’S THE TRUTH! YOU MONSTER!” I feel my eyes grow red with rage.

“ENOUGH!” He sets the gun up, and pulls the trigger. I close my eyes, ready for the impact.

But, nothing happens.

I look up at Manson, and see his body grow limp. The visible eyelid closes, and he moans.

That’s when I he begins to fall, and I see the sword pushed through his heart.

But, I knocked the sword out of his hand.

I look up.

“Sam…”

~

“Alexander!” I shout, as he runs up to me. He encloses me into a hug, and I feel my heart race.

“You’re crying.” I say, wiping his eyes with my sleeve.

“I thought you were dead.” He leans close to me, and kisses my frozen lips.

“I did too, until I remembered something. Something from six hundred years ago.” I then begin to tell him, about what really happened the night I first died.

~

December 19, 1492. 11:09 p.m.

“That greedy girl.” Someone whispers from across the room. “I’ll teach her a lesson for not being grateful for what you get.”

“I second that.” A woman says, slipping a vial from out of her purse. “This will take care of her.”

I look across the room, at the two figures as they pour some sort of liquid into a drink.

~

December 19, 1492. 11:39 p.m.

“Here you go princess, a special drink for a special girl.” A woman says coming up behind me. She looked familiar. Oh, well.

I take a sip of the drink.

~

Now

“Oh, god Sam. I’m so sorry.” Alexander whispers in my ear.

“It’s okay. Believe me.” I say.

“But, you never got your wish.” He strokes my hair.

“Yes I did. I am free, now that I’ve met you.” I look up at him, and see his eyes light up.

“I love you.” He tells me.

“I love you, too.” I kiss him, under the moonlight, as the chords to Open Your Eyes starts up again.

“SAM! THERE YOU ARE! YOU MISSED MY GUITAR SOLO! I WAS ROCKING!” Styx shouts, running up behind us.

THE END!

Look out for Book 2 of Skywilled Academy: Skywilled Secrets, coming out soon! If your smart enough to read this, then guess what! You get to know the exact date! It’s…the day after tomorrow! Oh, and P.S. Don’t tell anybody if you figure out the white text! Sssssssssssh!

~Jes

Skywilled Academy Chapter 12

*I felt bad for not posting cause of my busy schedule, and since last time I did SWA, I made it a cliffy, so here is an extra long post to get us going again and ready for the final chapter (Yes, I purposely made Chapter 13 the end) coming out whenever I get the time!*

 ~

 What a headache I had. The skull-splitting sensation rocking back and forth in my head, intensified with each move I made. I urged my eyelids to flutter open, and after much concentration, they did miraculously. But, where was I?

I looked around the room, noticing that, thank god, I wasn’t in the medical ward. I glanced at the walls and the furniture. Hey wasn’t that a poster for Falling Roses? And that jacket hanging on the armchair! It looks familiar. But, from where?

I hear water running in the bathroom, and I gently kick my feet off the bed trying not to make a sound. I looked down and realized I was still in my clothes from yesterday. But, wait. What’s that red smudge near the edge of my skirt? Oh, god. It can’t be. What happened last night?

“Sam?” I look up and see a curious Alexander looking at me from the bathroom door. The memories of the night before start rushing back as I look into his deep blue eyes. The bite marks were still there, too. My bite marks.

“Alexander, I’m so sorry!” I run up to him, wrapping my arms around his chest, and begin to weep into his shirt. He takes my hand and gently kisses it.

“Sam, its alright. I’m fine. You did no harm, to me, only to yourself, by not taking blood for so long.” He stares down at me with sad, worrying eyes. Oh, the pain I put him through.

“I’m sorry for worrying you. I’m sorry…for everything.” I whisper, tracing the bite marks I had left on his neck.

“No need to apologize.” He says, then kisses me as the sun rises to the tip of the sky and peeks into his window.

After the kiss, I walk over to his bed and sit down. He leaves to get us some breakfast. And I curiously look around his room. So, this is what it looked like? Kind of like mine, once you think about it. My gaze shifts to a calendar where big black X’s are marked over days past. I also see a black circle around the date for the dance.

Today’s date.

Wait, what?

I jump up off the bed and run over to the calendar. No, it couldn’t be! Yesterday was sunday! Or, had I really slept that long? Oh, god. I probably have Styx, Lyra, Memoria, Tempest, and Ellsa looking all over for me!

“Hey, all I could get was some biscuits and juice. Is that going to be enough?” Alexander asks, walking back into the room.

“Is it really Friday?” I look over at him, and he nods.

“I thought you would never wake up, but thank goodness you did. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t.” He smiles, and I return it.

“So, what about my friends? Did they come looking for me?” I chuckle, at the thought. They had probably practically banged down his door.

He laughs too, “Yeah, about fifty times. I just told them you were sick with the flu and I was taking care of you. So, you feeling better?”

“A ton, now that I’ve seen you.” I pick up one of the biscuits and plop it into his mouth.

“Thanks, so you want to go to school?” He asks, taking a bite of the biscuit.

“I guess, let everyone know I’m not dead. You still want to go to the dance after everything that’s happened?” I turn my face so he won’t see how hopeful I look.

“Of course I do. I’d go into a volcano, if you did, but please don’t.” We both burst into laughter.

 ~

“SAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!” Styx and Ellsa scream, as me and Alexander enter the classroom. Late, of course.

“Uh, hey guys.” I wave my hand, noticing the death look Mr. Manson is giving me.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” Styx continues to shout, I hear Memoria even giggle.

“Please keep it down Styx!” Manson demands, and Styx just sticks her tongue out.

I quickly rush to the back of the classroom, hoping not to cause any more of a ruckus, but I realize I’m wrong when I see who’s sitting in front of me.

“Where have you been?” Lyra glares at me, turning around at her desk. Cleary oblivious to Manson marching up to her with an annoyed expression.

“Sick, I thought you knew.” I say as quietly as I can. Manson then peers down at Lyra, but once again, she doesn’t notice.

“Liar. I didn’t believe your boyfriend for one minute. So, what were you really doing?” She narrows her eyes at me.

“I told you sick, and you might want to turn around.” I point up at Manson, and Lyra turns.

“Oh, oops. My bad, Mr. Eyepatch” She exclaims, and everyone stays silent. Well, except for Styx, Tempest, Ellsa, Memoria, Alexander and I. We, unlike the boring class, all burst out laughing.

“Ha! Good one Lyra!” Ellsa shouts, falling back in her chair from leaning. She clatters to the floor, but continues to laugh.

“Okay, how about this? Lyra, Tempest, Styx, Memoria, Ellsa, Alexander, and Samantha, to the principal’s office!” Manson declares, but Lyra just shrugs her shoulders.

 ~

“Well, I’m not surprised to see you all here. Especially you, Lyra.” Headmaster Donald, a short man with possibly only one hair on his head, states as we sit down in the various colorful chairs of his office.

 “Good to see you to, Don” Lyra leans her head against her arm, faking sleep.

“Let’s see: Criticizing a teacher and turning it into an outburst.” Donald read from a small note card where Manson has written.

“He’s not much of a teacher if you ask me.” Alexander mumbles, looking out the window.

“What was that?” Donald Duck looks over at Alexander, expecting him to freeze up, but all he does is blink.

“Nothing, sir.” He redirects his attention back at Ducky.

“As I was saying,” He pushes his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose “You children are going to be missing the dance tonight as punishment.

“WHAT?” Everyone screams.

“You heard me, now get out of my office.” He points at the door, and we all reluctantly leave.

“Wait a second! I’m not done with him!” Styx runs back through the door, and we all eagerly await her return.

“IT’S NOT FAIR!” I hear her shout from inside, then I hear her moan.

As the various noises come through the door, I slide down against the wall, just as she slams the door right next to me, screaming with victory.

“WERE GOING TO THE DANCE!” She hops around dancing, like she just won the lottery.

“But, how?” Memoria asks, twirling a piece of her hair.

“I said I would wash the bathrooms for a month.” She makes a yuck face, and then giggles.

“You’re really going to do that for a month?” Tempest looks at her as if she’s crazy.

“OF COURSE NOT!”

“Then, how are you going to get away with it when Mr. Duck back there has to do number 1 and sees that the potty is a mess?” Lyra ponders.

“Simple. I’m gonna convince that Matt kid to do it.”

“You mean the kid I spilled water on to make it look like he wet himself?” Lyra’s eyes light up, at the pure thought of the memory. You can tell she completely enjoyed it.

“Yup, that’s the one. He’ll do it. Somehow. I don’t know, I’ll think about it after the dance.” Styx throws her hands up in victory one last time, and then walks off towards the school.

 ~

I tie up my hair with a black ribbon, just as the academy’s bell tower dong’s, notifying everyone it’s time for the dance.

I look in the mirror, and admire all the work my friends had done. Lyra had craftily applied my make-up, while Memoria handled my hair. I looked perfect, and ready to go.

I hear a light tapping at my window, and smile. I know who it is.

“You ready?” Alexander asks, as I pull open the window. He looks so handsome, in a black suit jacket, paired over black skinny jeans, and his black boots. His hair is combed just right to where it falls over his right eye, making me bask in the depth of his smile. He’s wearing a simple black mask, to hide the rest of his face.

“Yes, I am.” I say, as he helps to pull me out the window.

“Whoa.” He exclaims looking at me from the tree branch where we now both stand. I look down at my half black and white dress with the shredded ends, my knee-hi converse and I gently trace my finger across my own masquerade mask.

“Let’s go!” I shout, jumping down off the tree, pulling him with me.

 ~

“I guess this is what they call a Halloween dance.” I open the doors to the ballroom, and notice the bat and ghost decorations strung from the ceiling. I giggle. They had no idea.

“Would you like to dance?” Alexander extends his hand his hand towards me, and I take it as he swings me around.

I get lost in the music, I lean my head close to his chest. I hear his heart beating to the sound of the music. Oh, tonight would be so wonderful.

A fast up-beat song came up next, and I look to the stage where an ecstatic Styx was rocking out on an electric guitar, and waving at me every chance she got.

“That’s our Styx, for ya.” Ellsa comes up behind me, doing the shoulder-tapping trick, and chuckles. I notice she’s carrying some kind of instrument in a case.

“What do you play?” I ask, and she unlocks the side of it. She opens it up revealing, only a pair of drumsticks.

“These guys are my pride and joy!” She shouts as the music pulses louder.

“Why would you need a case so big though?”

“So these guys stay comfy of course!” She hugs them to her body. “Well, gotta go! This is my cue!”

She runs off, drumsticks in hand, while I’m left to enjoy the rest of the song with Alexander.

Songs pass.

And Alexander and I dance.

 ~

A slow song begins to play, and I realize its Open Your Eyes. Alexander and I both remember the memory, and I smile.

“Our song.” He tells me, as I curl my arms around his neck, and we sway back and forth. The rhythm perfect, with the music.

“I love you.” I whisper, leaning close to him.

“I love you.” He whispers back, and my heart melts. He was so wonderful.

The song reaches its chorus, and Alexander begins to twirl me. Again and again. He’s leading me somewhere. Too bad, I can’t see where.

I feel him push open the back doors, and yet still dancing with me. I lose myself in his movements, until he stops. I’m facing him on the bridge under the moonlit sky. He looks down at me and leans close.

I kiss him just as the bell tower strikes midnight.

“Got you now!” Manson shouts, running across the bridge.

“No.” I say, our perfect night, was just ruined.

“What do you want?” Alexander looks just as annoyed as I believe I do, as he breaks apart from our kiss.

“It’s time to go, bloodsuckers.” Manson exclaims, pulling a sword out of the sheath he’s wearing on his back. The sword. That sword. The sword that killed me all those years ago.

“Sam, stay back.” Alexander pulls me behind him to shield me from any damage.

“Ha! My job shouldn’t be too hard after all!” Manson swings the sword at Alexander, but he jumps back.

“What, do you want from us anyway?” He shouts, kicking the blade away as Manson tries to cut me at the legs.

“I’ve told you, this is my assignment. My job. My destiny.” He raises the sword up to his eyes, swings it at Alexander’s neck, but Alexander is too fast and has already dunked.

“WILL YOU PLEASE HOLD STILL?” Manson gets frustrated, and loses his grip. Alexander sees the opportunity, and knocks it out of his hand, making it fall to the ground.

They both dive for it, but Manson being faster got to it first.

And Alexander jumps back up, but once again, not fast enough.

Because, by then Manson has regained his balance.

And thrust the sword into my bleeding heart.

~Jes

Pure FTW

Nommilicious-Coolwing and MuddyDragon
They see me nomminn, my Corndog!
I know in my heart they think I’m
Nommilicious!
Think I’m just too Nommilicious
Think I’m just too Nommilicious
Can’t you see I’m Nommilicious
Look at me I’m Nommilicious
I’d like to Nom with-
The gangsters
Although it’s apparent I’m too
Nommilicious
Think I’m just too Nommilicious
I’m just too Nommilicious
How’d I get so Nommilicious?

First in my class here at N.O.M.
Got skills, I’ve nommed with Eminem
Corndogs, for them I plea
Keep your 40
I’ll just nom on a corndog spree
My mouth never stops to the contrary
You’ll find it’s never stationary
I’ll eat anything but dairy
Cooking books in my library
My fridge is all totally pimped out
I got food in all the spaces
I eat pie to a thousand places
I’m 21 but still got food in my braces
I order all of my corndogs with mayonnaise
I’m a whiz at eating, I can go for days
Once you see me nom you’re gonna stay amazed,
my mouth’s movin’ so fast I’ll set the place ablaze
There’s no hamburger without the bun
At nommin, well, I’m number 1
Do eating contests just for fun
I ain’t got a gat but I gotta mustard gun
On top of spagetti is my favourite theme song
I can sure kick your butt at a game of nom nom
I’ll ace any food quiz you bring on
Even while nommin’ I can sing a sweet song
Here’s the part I nom on

I’ve been browsing, inspectin’
Corndog Sticks you know I collect ‘em
The sticks in my pocket
I must protect ‘em
My Nommilicious keyboard never leaves me bored
Shopping online for deals on some Condiments
I edit corndog Wikipidias
I memorized Corndog dance really well
I can dance it right now and have you ROTFLOL
I got a business Nommin churros
When my friends need some corndogs who do they call?
I do mustard for them all
Even made a corndog for my dog!
Yo! Got myself a 20 pack
They were having a sale down at the NAP
Spend my nights with a churro
Cinna Cinna! Hope no one sees me gettin’ freaky!

I’m Nommilicious in the extreme and whiter than sour creme
I was in N.O.M. club and Cheese club and even the churro team!
Only question I ever thought was hard
Was do I like churros or do I like Corndogs?
I spend every weekend
at the N.O.M. fair
I got my name on my under wear!

They see me Nommin’
They laughin’
And rollin’ their eyes ’cause
I’m so Nommilicious
Just because I’m Nommilicious
Just because I’m Nommilicious
All because I’m Nommilicious
Holy cow I’m Nommilicious
I wanna bowl with-
the gangsters
but oh well it’s obvious I’m
Nommilicious
Think I’m just too Nommilicious
Think I’m just too Nommilicious
I’m just too Nommilicious
Look at me I’m NOMMILICIOUS!

You liek?

xD We got bored ok?

Untitled, part 4

Love is a curious thing and it will often come to bother people when they least expect it—and when they least need it. It builds people up, only to break them down. It inflates them with helium, the bursts them like a balloon. Many people find love happy, but even more find it tragic, and the rest think it should be avoided at all costs. Why can’t all three be right? For it was certainly something like love that veiled Sawyer’s eyes for the brief moment that may have been a one-in-a-million shot, yet happened anyways.

Four years of trying to keep the dark world happy and shiny for her little siblings had taken its toll and turned her into an extreme pessimist. It was as if she had given all of her glad spirit to her younger siblings and used all that was left to remain cheery on the outside, while on the inside she fell away to the decay and darkness of worrying. But it had been worth it—she knew that every time she looked at their bright faces.

“Look out, Tyr!” Sawyer called anxiously. “Take Keyna off your shoulders—we’re in a busy subway, it’s not safe—Ow!” someone jostled her and she stumbled, collapsing into Karloff, who, in turn, fell on Parker.

“Hey, watch it!” Parker said, pulling on Karloff’s jacket to gain his footing.

“You watch it, Parker!” Karloff snatched her arm from his and he toppled to the ground. “This is a new jacket!”

Tyr laughed uneasily and Keyna rolled her eyes. Sawyer couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oi, gigglebox!” Parker grumbled. “Give us a hand here!”

Sawyer squeezed through the crowd to her fallen comrades and went to help them up—only to find them gone. She turned around to try and get her bearings, but she couldn’t see over the crowd of people.

“Parker?” she cried. “Karloff? Tyr, Keyna!”

The only answer she received was the screeching of a subway train as it slowed to a halt. The crowd suddenly became a flood and Sawyer felt herself being swept towards the doors.

“No! Stop!” she cried uselessly, struggling against the crowd. A hand reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“Follow me,” a smooth, melodic voice commanded. Sawyer, against her best instincts, found herself being pulled through the current of people easily, like a motorboat going upstream.

Sawyer tried to catch a glimpse of her rescuer, but could not manage it. His arm—at least, Sawyer thought it was a he—was pale and muscular. He had a short-sleeved black tee-shirt on, but she couldn’t tell anything else. Suddenly, she felt a jerk on her arm and her back slammed against a wall. She collapsed to the ground, feeling numb.

“We should be safe here,” said the boy—it was definitely a boy. He had dirty-blonde hair, but his face was turned away from Sawyers, so she couldn’t observe any other qualities. “How could you go out there alone?”

“How can anyone else?” Sawyer asked crossly.

“They’ve got experience,” the boy replied, his face still turned away. “I take it that, from your experience today, you have little experience dealing with the subways?”

“Yeah, this is my first time,” she said, trying to stand up but her legs gave out from under her. “Oh, gosh, I think when you slammed me against that wall you hurt something—augh!” she cried out as an unpleasant prickly sensation spread through her feet and legs.

“Oh,no,” the boy turned to look at her. Sawyer took a sharp inhalation—this kid was beautiful.

Not just handsome, beautiful.

His emerald green eyes shone out like gemstones from his perfectly-shaped face, his muscular yet angular jaw working with the stress. His hair was brushed across his face, giving him a handsomely windswept look.

“What’s wrong?” she asked dreamily. She didn’t notice how her breath had seemed to have grown a regular pattern.

“No, no, no, no, no!” he cried, standing up and backing away. The platform was nearly empty now—except for Karloff, Parker, Tyr, and Keyna, who were still trying to sort out whose jacket was whose and who fell on whom first. There was a lot of yelling involved.

“What-is-it?” Sawyer asked rhythmically, getting to her feet. She ignored the way her legs were beginning to throb in a pattern.

Something distracted her. The way Parker and Karloff were fighting wasn’t natural… it was in a pattern. Parker punched, Karloff kicked, Parker punched, Karloff kicked.

“It’s me,” the boy said, feeling his face. “Oh, god, it’s happening again!”

He began to back towards the edge of the platform. Sawyer didn’t realize what was going to happen until she heard the haunting sound of the subway train whooshing down a tunnel.

“I love you, Sawyer!”

“How do you know my—” Sawyer was interrupted when the boy jumped backwards onto the tracks, right as the subway pulled in.

Sawyer’s voice rang out, almost as if on cue, sounding like a woefully beautiful chorus singing the final note of a song. The train hit the boy and the eerily suspended silence the world had held for a moment dropped. His body flew through the air and Sawyer continued to scream, not caring if anyone heard her.

…

“He’s very lucky he’s not dead yet,” Tyr heard one of the doctors say as they wheeled the boy away on a stretcher.

“Will he be alright?” he tuned, asking Parker.

“Well, based on the evidence we’ve been given, he probably will be,” Parker deduced.

“What? That’s ridiculous!” Karloff exclaimed. “He was hit by a subway. A subway, Parker! Think about that.”

“It seems to me, though, that the universe likes him. It’s apparently willing to kill innocent people for his ‘symphony’, if I may call it that.”

“Parker, all of what you’re saying is just guesswork!” Karloff pursed her lips. “Try to look beyond the magical fairy man or whatever it is that makes you think stuff like that is real. The kid’ll probably die in the hospital.”

“Way to be an optimist,” Parker rolled his eyes.

Keyna’s eyes grew wide and she pointed at something behind Karloff. The brunette woman turned and saw Sawyer struggling towards them. It looked as if it was costing her a large amount of effort to walk.

“Oh my gosh, what’s wrong?” Tyr asked, running to his sister’s side. Karloff, Parker, and Keyna followed not far behind.

“He…” Sawyer took a deep breath. “He knew my name…” her voice trailed away and she fell to the hard pavement before anyone could catch her.

…

“I can’t believe the amount of fussing you’re doing! My feet were asleep, that’s all,” Sawyer said, embarrassed.

“We still have to get you up, though,” Karloff said, escorting Sawyer through the building to the medical ward, “just in case.”

“Just in case what? Just in case he was radioactive?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Karloff spluttered. “Now go in there and do as they say, okay?”

“Okay,” Sawyer shrugged. She began through the doors, then hesitated. “He was very nice, you know. Very penitent about the way he controlled things around him. He helped me get through the crowd.” And with that, she disappeared through the double doors into the medical ward.

Karloff stared after the girl. She had figured it out, all on her own.

Maybe this girl could be of more use than Karloff had originally thought.

END OF UNTITLED