Counting Down To Life Chapter 21

Chapter 21

April 26, 2017

Somewhere in Brooklyn’s mind

Brooklyn knew something was really wrong when she woke up the next morning and was still in the vision. She had never been in a nightmare for this long before, she’d never had to stay overnight in one.

The girl hated not being in control of her own body. It was like watching a movie from inside one of the characters. It was weird, and something Brooklyn wouldn’t want anyone else to experience.

One reason she wouldn’t suggest this experience for anyone was the fact that she was driving to someone’s house to murder a person. Brooklyn didn’t even know who this person was, just that his name was Darian Calano. She didn’t know if he had a family or a life, but Brooklyn knew she hated killing people that had changed their ways and created something for themselves.

Brooklyn pulled her other self’s unfamiliar black car into Darian’s driveway. Once the car was parked, Brooklyn got out of the car and walked up the path to the house.

The pavement was covered in chalk drawings of flowers and faces, and there were toy trucks in the grass. The kitchen light was on, and Brooklyn could see three people through the window.

There was a woman with straight brown hair and olive skin. She was holding a small boy in her arms as she danced around the room, probably making breakfast for the family Brooklyn was about to destroy. A man was sitting at the table, his blonde hair was bright in the early morning sun.

He was the one Brooklyn would have to kill. The little girl sitting in his lap would lose her father today. The woman would no longer have a husband, and the little boy wouldn’t have a father.

Seeing the family together made Brooklyn want Zora dead even more. He was willing to murder the father to two small children just to end a suspicion.

Brooklyn walked into the house, surprised this version of herself didn’t have enough decency to at least take Darian somewhere where his children wouldn’t see.

The moment Brooklyn came through the door Darian put his daughter on the ground and stood, so his body was shielding hers.

“What do you want?” Darian asked. The fear and recognition in his voice were apparent, and his daughter peeked out from behind her father’s leg, oblivious to what was about to happen.

“You’ve been free from the Lord for almost ten years, but now, he believes you are in contact with the Guardians. I think you can figure out what he ordered me to do,” Brooklyn said. She was trying even harder to take control of this Brooklyn, hoping she could stop herself from murdering this man.

Darian’s eyes closed and he took a deep breath.  “Tell him I’ve avoided any part of that world for a long time. The moment I left, I decided I no longer wanted any part of this unending war. It’s been almost a thousand years since it started, and I was there at the beginning. I got tired of it, so why would I contact a Guardian. I left, and I had no intention of going back. I go back to my nest every month to feed, but that’s all. I washed my hands of it,” he said, trying to convince Zora’s lieutenant not to take his life.

Brooklyn stared at the man but didn’t respond. Instead, she studied his face, looking for a hint of a lie, but there was none.

“I have a family, and I may not have had the pleasure to meet you before, but I have heard stories of the mercy you give to those you feel deserve it. Please, show me mercy. Don’t kill me,” Darian continued to plead. Brooklyn looked at his wife and children. The little boy and girl were watching silently, and his was shaking uncontrollably, the smell of burning pancakes filling the air.

“Come with me,” Brooklyn ordered. Darian nodded and followed her outside, looking at his wife with sad eyes. Brooklyn walked to a spot where no one would be able to see the two. “Get down. Look like you’re about to die. I don’t know if anyone is watching. I’ll bring your family out here when I’m done.”

Brooklyn pulled a small dagger out of her shoe and coated it in blood from the pouch in her pocket. She didn’t know why this Brooklyn kept blood in her pocket, but as long as Darian wasn’t going to die, Brooklyn didn’t care.

The lieutenant pressed the knife against the man’s neck. She dragged it across drawing a little blood. Brooklyn leaned down and said “Play dead. Take your family and leave, disappear. Zora will think you’re dead as long as you never come back. Change your name and do whatever you have to do.”

“Thank you,” he whispered. Brooklyn pressed a small metal package into his hand.

“Use this to contact me if you absolutely need it. Contact me once with this, I’ll give you a new one when or if I ever see you again. Only use it if absolutely necessary. Now, pretend you’re dead. The cut on you’re neck will bleed enough to make you look dead, but not enough to actually kill you.”

Brooklyn pushed Darian to the ground and walked back to the house where she would help the rest of his family disappear.  The girl explained to the family what she was going to do and what they needed to do. Darian’s wife, Elaine, understood and her children, Iona and Carey, looked like they had an idea of what was going on, but they looked terrified.

Brooklyn knelt in front of the two children. “You don’t have to be scared. I’m going to help you go somewhere you’ll be safe.”

Iona nodded, and Carey continued to tremble. Brooklyn looked up at Elaine. “Come, I’ll send you everything you need. Darian already has a way to contact me.”

Elaine nodded and went to where her husband was, and Brooklyn did the same thing to them that she did to Darian. When she was finished, she left, and as the girl had promised, Brooklyn packed a small bag of things the family would need and put it on Iona’s back, making it look as if Brooklyn had caught her when she was either coming home or going somewhere.

Brooklyn walked into the hospital where the next person on the list was. She didn’t know if Hagan Jaral was a doctor or a patient, but either way, she couldn’t afford to allow another one of Zora’s former minions to live.

Brooklyn asked someone at the front desk where Hagan would be, and she directed her to the Maloan’s room. According to the nurse, he was in a car accident and ended up brain dead. At least that made Brooklyn’s job easier. She didn’t have to kill anyone and could just go back to Zora.

Brooklyn sat with Hagan for a minute and then left to go back Zora’s fortress, or house as he called it.

Brooklyn sauntered into the alien’s office and dropped into a plush red chair in the corner of the room.

“Have you finished?” Zora asked.

“I did one more today. The other one was already gone, Hagan was in a car accident last week. The last two I’ll finish tomorrow,” Brooklyn explained before leaving, not waiting for a response from Zora.

Brooklyn walked into her room, changed into more comfortable closed and slipped under the soft sheets of her bed. The girl drifted to sleep with her head filled with thoughts about Darian and what would happen to him and his family.

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Behind the Paper: Part Six

An hour later after the coffee incident, my boss, Fernando, told us all to go to the conference room for our first meeting. As I settled in my chair near the others, boss walks in. 

“If you haven’t finish your work from your last department, then I suggest you finish it and leave no strings attached. This isn’t a part time job either so you guys should know if you don’t do your work here, your most likely gonna get fired real soon. You are in the best department here so I suggest you should keep up with your work,” Fernando tells us as he sits in his chair with stacks of paper.  

“Yes sir,” everyone in the conference room says.

“Ok so let’s go over the details for the magazine articles. We will want this to be a hit. Garrett and Freddy, you guys are going to write a piece about a scandal that’s going on with the pop star, Isabella Gouma and President Henry. Rumors have been going on that Isabella cheated her way up top because of the help of the president. Molly and Jacob, you guys will be focusing on an very famous soccer player, Kenitu Lovas. He will an interview on the 9th and I expect you guys to go. Louis and Andrew, you guys will….”

After that, I didn’t listen. I am working with Jacob?! I swear, what did I do to deserve this?! But apparently, I wasn’t the only one who thought that way. 

“Wait. I didn’t hear you correctly. Who is my partner again?” Jacob questioned.

“Molly. Is there a problem with that?” Fernando looked at Jacob with an cold expression.

“No sir,” Jacob looked at me and wrote something in his notebook. 

When he put his notebook down I took a peek and read . . . .

 

 

The Thor the Merrier: Part Four

Thor from Norse Mythology

            When they reached Valhalla, the grandest hall in all of Asgard, all the warriors who were eating jumped to their feet to greet their king. Valkyries, their helmets and armor polished and bright, stopped serving the warriors mead and immediately bowed to their king. Odin gave his subjects a benevolent smile before leading the Thors and Lokis to a private chamber at the back of the hall. The All-Father pulled a bag from his robes and emptied its contents onto a table. Runes inscribed in stone fell in a disorderly pile on the wooden surface.

            “I may have to look further than the runes to find the answers you seek,” Odin said to Frosty Loki and No-Mjolnir Thor, “but they should at least be able to prove if you are telling the truth about who you are . . .”

            Before Odin could do more than glance at the runes, there was a strange crackling noise and a hole appeared in the wall behind the table. However, it was not a hole that led to the outdoors,or another room in the hall – the hole opened into the room of a remarkably familiar spaceship, with a remarkably familiar living pile of rocks peeking out at the gods.

            “Hey, I think we found them – hey,guys! It’s me, Korg! Remember me? We all worked together to escape Sakaar and rescue the Asgardians.”

            “Korg!” No-Mjolnir Thor exclaimed. “How did you find us?”

            Another friendly face appeared form behind Korg – that of the slightly tipsy Valkyrie. “Your friend Heimdall somehow opened a portal to . . . wherever you are. It took us a while, since you seem to be in some sort of alternate universe.”

            “Well, I’m glad you have found us. I was starting to worry that we would never be able to figure out how to get back to the ship,” Frosty Loki said. He cast a sideways look at Odin. “No offense, All-Father. I’ve never been a big believer in runes.”

            No-Mjolnir Thor turned to Odin, Thor the Red, and Silvertongue Loki. “Dear friends . . . I cannot express how grateful my brother and I are for your help. We wish you fine mead and good food!”

            Thor the Red clapped him on the back. “Perhaps someday we can visit your own universe and see your Asgard!”

            No-Mjolnir Thor and Frosty Loki looked at each other. “Er . . . of course!” No-Mjolnir Thor said awkwardly. “It would be our pleasure!”

            With that, No-Mjolnir Thor and Frosty Loki stepped through the hole in the wall and back into the world where they were just Thor and Loki. The portal closed behind them as soon as they were through.

            Thor let out a deep breath and rubbed his eye. “Note to self – we are definitely not inviting our alternate reality selves to our Asgard for tea.”

~FIN~

Counting Down To Life Chapter 20

Chapter 20

 

April 25, 2017

Somewhere in Brooklyn’s mind

Brooklyn groaned as the bright sun shone on her face and practically burned her eyes out. She rolled over onto her stomach and slammed her face into her pillow. Brooklyn’s eyes began to shut as she happily fell back asleep, then she heard a voice screaming at her. Music, she realized, there was music playing in her room.

It was loud music, and Brooklyn hated it, but she knew she had to get up if she wanted the stupid noises to stop. At the same time, Brooklyn didn’t want to get up because that meant waking up completely.

Brooklyn groaned loudly, through her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. She looked around the room. The plain white walls and black bed sheets were unfamiliar. Besides the bed everything in the bedroom was white. There were two nightstands, one on each side of the bed, a tall bookshelf, and a clean desk in the room, but none of it was familiar at all.

The girl didn’t remember checking into a new hotel, and it wasn’t her room at the hotel she and the others had chosen to stay at when they first got to San Francisco.

Brooklyn called for Atifa or tried to at least, but no sound came out. She tried again, but nothing happened. The girl attempted to walk around the room, but instead, she walked to the bathroom and began brushing her teeth, then her hair, and then she changed into an olive green tank top, leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and leather boots that went to her mid-calf.

It was an outfit like one she would typically wear, but she had never owned a green tank top or leather boots like the ones she was wearing. After pulling a long, sharp dagger out of one of the nightstand drawers and sticking it into her boot, so it was accessible Brooklyn realized what was going on.

She was in a vision. It made perfect sense. Brooklyn remembered collapsing at the mall, she was in an unfamiliar setting, and she had no control over her own body. Brooklyn was in yet another vision. The girl mentally screamed and figured there was nothing to do except wait for the nightmare to be over.

Brooklyn left the room and strutted to another room. This room wasn’t familiar, like the bedroom. It was a kitchen. There were windows everywhere, and it was bright and looked so happy.

Brooklyn walked into the room and stopped in front of a table. A man was sitting at the table with a box of cereal, milk, and orange juice.

“Good morning, sunshine,” the man said with a grin. “Finally decided to join me for breakfast.”

Brooklyn just grumbled and dropped into the chair across from the man. She grabbed a bowl and filled it with cereal and milk, then filled a glass with orange juice.

“Orange juice and cereal with milk? That’s disgusting.”

“Oh, shut up,” Brooklyn snarled. “You do plenty of things that I find disgusting, but you don’t care do you?”

Brooklyn still didn’t know who the man was, but this Brooklyn apparently did.

“I do not!” He exclaimed.

“Believe what you want,” Brooklyn dismissed.

When the two finished eating the man stood up and walked out of the room. When Brooklyn didn’t follow, he poked his head back into the sunny kitchen.

“Are you coming?” He asked.

“Yeah, just admiring the view,” Brooklyn joked. The man laughed at her and waited for the girl to follow him out of the room.

When she finally got up and followed, the man led her to another room that looked like an office.

She had seen it in another vision, this was the room where Brooklyn was ordered to go get the Empathy Crystal. That was the vision that nearly killed her.

The man fell into the chair behind the desk and gestured for her to sit as well. Brooklyn sat and crossed her legs, not knowing why she was so calm. It felt like she had been called into the principal’s office.

“Before you say anything,” the man said. “I know you hate doing this kind of stuff and would rather have one of my other minions do it, but they’re all too messy. These people left my service without fulfilling their duties. Some of them have been gone for years, and I didn’t bother them, but I need to now. I need you to kill them. They are a threat to my mission. They are in contact with the Guardians, and they are all dangerous. I don’t want them to risk hurting helpless and innocent humans. Even I have boundaries.” The man handed me a list.

I took it from him and ran my eyes down the list. There were six names scrawled on the paper.

Namara Kinsley- Noson

Kara Tanes- Maloan

Darian Calano- Maloan

Hagan Jaral- Maloan

Mckayla Haynsen- Noson

Kaden Baltain- Maloan

“That’s a lot of Maloans on this list. Why so many? There are only two Nosons on this list. I thought you liked to work with Nosons,” Brooklyn said, studying the list.

Maloans are stupid and easy to control, and they resemble humans and blend in easily. [Nosons] also look like humans and blend in well, and they are excellent killers, but I stopped working with them after someone started getting jealous,” the man explained.

“Alright. I’ll leave right away.”

“Remember not to freeze when you see who they are and the lives they created for themselves. Some of them have built real lives, but they are dangerous and could break any moment. The two Nosons have been away from their homeland for a long time. They won’t be able to last much longer, and they’re probably in pain anyways. It’ll be easy,” the man said. Brooklyn stood up and walked to the door and paused.

“I will see you later, Zora,” the girl said. Brooklyn stopped in her head. If she had any control over her body, she would have gone into total shock. The man she had been seeing in her visions in for forever was Zora, the Crazy Alien.

Brooklyn realized that meant she, or at least this version of her, was dating her own enemy. The girl was confused and couldn’t process the new information.

It was too disgusting and horrible to think about. Brooklyn had just returned to Zora’s fortress after murdering two innocents, Namara Kinsley and Kaden Baltain. Even if they were monsters, they were innocent. One of the two women she had killed today was a musician, and the other was a mother of three and an artist. Both of them had begged Brooklyn to let them live, but she hadn’t hesitated. That was what scared her. This Brooklyn was dating an evil mastermind, a ruthless killer, and she didn’t seem to care about anything.

Brooklyn didn’t know if all of this was just a dream or something that had actually happened. Zora had always felt familiar, and something about this place felt kind of like home. Brooklyn had to admit, she was terrified.

When this ended, Brooklyn was going to tell Laz her visions were getting worse, but no one was going to know that she knew what was happening in these nightmares of hers. No one could know.

It was Brooklyn’s secret, and it was a dangerous secret too.

 

The Thor the Merrier: Part Three

Thor from Norse Mythology

         Once they had finished their impromptu meal, the gods walked another mile into the forest before stopping at an enormous stone gate, and behind the gate was –

            “An actual rainbow,” Frosty Loki said, his jaw dropping in amazement. “That is a legitimate rainbow, not just a multicolored glass bridge.”

            Thor the Red smiled proudly before leading the party onto the bridge. “Yes, it is quite an amazing sight.”

            Just barely visible over the curve of the rainbow were the forms of buildings that must have been part of Asgard.However, before the gods could take more than ten steps onto the bridge, a deafening noise that sounded much like a poorly played tuba nearly knocked them off their feet.

            “Oh, no,” Silvertongue Loki groaned.

            “What?” No-Mjolnir Thor asked, perplexed.

            “Heimdall just signaled the beginning of Ragnarok, again. That is the third time this century.”

            Frosty Loki’s brow creased. “Should we be worried?”

            “No . . . but there’s no question that you will be getting an audience with Odin.”

            By the time the traveling companions reached the end of the Bifrost, a large crowd had grown at the gates to Asgard.At the front was a man with a horn in one hand and a gigantic sword in the other; beside him stood another man with an eyepatch so ornate it made No-Mjolnir Thor feel self-conscious about his own eyepatch.

            “Oh . . . it is just Thor and Loki, my liege,” the Thors and Lokis heard the man with the horn and sword say. “But those other two look rather suspicious – how was I to know that they were not frost giants?”

            As the four gods approached, it became obvious that the man was blind – his eyes were milky and unseeing. No-Mjolnir Thor glanced over at his companions. “This is Heimdall? How is he supposed to guard Asgard if he cannot see?”

            “Heimdall can see everything in all nine realms,” Thor the Red replied. “He just cannot see directly in front of himself . . . and now I realize the terrible logic behind that decision.”

            “We kill each other at Ragnarok,” Silvertongue Loki added helpfully.

            The man with the eyepatch stepped forward to greet the gods. “Thor, Loki. It is a pleasure to welcome you back to Asgard. Who are these men who you have brought with you?”

            “All-Father.” Thor the Red bowed deeply before his king. “We found these two in the woods several miles from the Midgard entrance to the Bifrost. They claim to be named Thor and Loki as well,and they also claim to be the god of thunder and the trickster god,respectively. But how can this be?”

Odin looked No-Mjolnir Thor and Frosty Loki closely,his brow furrowed. “These men have a powerful aura about them . . . but I am unsure what it means. I will have to consult the runes back in Valhalla. The four of you should come with me.”

            The companions followed Odin through the crowd and the streets of Asgard. No-Mjolnir Thor felt homesick; this Asgard was homely in all the right ways, with the smell of cooking meat in the air and warm candlelight spilling out of snug homes. Still, it could not compare to the glorious hall and shining streets of his own Asgard.

Counting Down To Life Chapter 19

Chapter 19

San Francisco

April 25, 2017

San Francisco, California

Three days after meeting Amorette, or Amy, and losing Lyvlen due to her inability to trust Brooklyn. Brooklyn, Atifa, and Amy were out shopping in San Francisco while Laz worked with Karter. Well, Laz said he was going to work with Karter on controlling his new abilities, but Brooklyn doubted that was what they were actually doing.

Brooklyn wanted to stay with them, and so did Atifa, but Amy insisted they take a trip to the mall. Neither Brooklyn nor Atifa completely understood why Amy insisted on going shopping of all things, but they went when Amy refused to leave the two girls alone.

Currently, Amy was going on about something she did or someone she met when she was in Paris last year. Brooklyn wasn’t listening, and Atifa was paying more attention to her phone than to the Love Guardian.

“Alright, I’m done talking, so, tell me, Brooklyn do you have a boyfriend, someone you’re interested in?” Amy asked.

“A boyfriend. Why?”

“I just noticed how Karter looks at you. Being the Love Guardian, I am able to tell where there’s love and what kind, romantic love or familial love, and I’ve seen plenty romantic love between you and our young Guardian. At least, I’ve seen romantic love from him and familial love from you, but his love is fading, it’s becoming more like what your love for him is,” Amy said. If this were any Disney movie, Amorette’s eyes would be giant hearts.

“Karter and I have been best friends since we were two. I’ve had another best friend, Lily since I was five. What I feel for Karter is the exact same thing I feel for Lily. Karter is practically my older brother. When I started dating Finn, more than a year ago, that’s what he acted like, my older brother. We will never be more than best friends, ever,” Brooklyn said. “Anyways, if we started dating and we broke up, it could ruin our friendship, and I don’t want that.”

“I understand that you don’t want to ruin your friendship, but your window of opportunity is closing, and it could also end up being an amazing romance that ended with a happily ever after,” Amy gushed. Brooklyn rolled her eyes and explained again why she didn’t want to date Karter and her relationship with her boyfriend.

After explaining it three times, Amy finally understood.

“Now, can we please stop talking about this?” Brooklyn asked, the annoyance in her voice extremely clear. Amorette dropped the subject and looked at Atifa who was staring at her phone, pretending not to listen, she had also noticed Karter’s feelings for Brooklyn, but the Empathy Guardian betrayed her title and didn’t feel empathetic to their situation, in fact, she couldn’t care less.

“Well, Atifa? We talked about Brooklyn’s love life, so why don’t we talk about yours now?” Amy suggested.

“Is this why we went to the mall? So you could drill us about our love lives? We could be doing something so much more productive right now,” Atifa questioned, avoiding the question Amy had asked.

“You know there’s no getting out of this,” Brooklyn said. “I had to talk, so you have to talk.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, and I’m not interested in anyone. I’ve had plenty of failed romances under my belt, and I don’t need anymore,” Atifa said sadly.

“Atifa,” Amy groaned. “Those were hundreds of years ago. You blame yourself for Eric’s death, but it’s not your fault.”

“He died because I couldn’t protect him,” the Empathy Guardian said.

“Who’s Eric, and what happened?” Brooklyn asked curiously.

“Eric is- was- my first husband. We were married for fifteen years before he died when I couldn’t protect him when we were attacked by one of Zora’s creatures. He’s been trying to get the stones for a long time,” Atifa explained sadly. “We had two children, a son, and a daughter. I had to watch them die too. When my son was fifty-nine in 1871, and my daughter died one year later, but when she was sixty. They both had kids of their own, and I’m still in contact with their families, but they don’t know I’m related to them in any way.”

“You moved on eventually,” Amy reminded.

“Right, because that worked out so well,” Atifa said. “In 1969, I got married again. It was great, but then things went downhill when our daughter was five in 1980, so we got a divorce. He got custody of our daughter, and I ended up seeing her every weekend until she got married. I was at her wedding, but after that, I saw her and her husband on Christmas and Thanksgiving until it became clear that I looked exactly the same as when I married her father. I occasionally checked on her, turns out my ex-husband died in a car accident in 1998, a year before her son was born.”

Atifa took a deep breath, trying to keep the tears in.

“I didn’t meet my grandson for the first time until he was in ninth grade,” Atifa continued. “The only reason I met him was that he was in the same history class as me. It’s strange, knowing your grandson sits across from you in history class. I could’ve told my daughter who I was a long time ago, the other Guardians were okay with it, but I didn’t have the guts. You know, you’re close friends with my grandson. There’s a reason Karter took Tamarisk’s place as a Guardian. A person can’t become a Guardian unless they are related to any of the previous or current Guardians, like Karter, my grandson.”

Brooklyn stared at Atifa in shock. “You’re telling me that my best friend is your grandson.”

Atifa nodded, and Brooklyn refused to look at Atifa while she processed this new information.

“Well, Atifa, you may have had one great love and lost him without having it for long enough, but at least you found it once. I’ve never had that. I may be the Love Guardian, but I have never had love,” Amorette said.

“What about Laz?” Atifa asked. “You’ve been with him for fifty years, don’t you love him? If you don’t love him, then why are you still with him?”

“I do love him, I just, I don’t know. I want more than he-” Amy was cut off when Brooklyn stopped walking and leaned against the wall. “Brooklyn?”

“Sorry, just dizzy.”

“Jeez, I wouldn’t have told you about the whole Karter thing if I knew this was how you were going to react,” Atifa chuckled.

“It’s not that. I just suddenly got really dizzy, I don’t know why,” the young girl explained before collapsing.

 

Too Good to Be Dead Chapter 1: “I KNOW”

Too good to be dead.

 

That’s what she was. That lucky little brat. She was supposed to be dead or, stuck in a dungeon waiting for her doom, and SHE KNOWS SHE DESERVES IT. They don’t know of course, and by that I mean everyone. EVERYONE in this toxic town thinks she’s dead. She’s dead as in extinct. She’s dead as in lifeless, breathless, bloodless and every other words to describe dead. All I hear in this town is sorrow for her.

“Poor little girl has never been able to live a full life,” “She’ll always be in our hearts,” and the one most commonly used, “She was such a sweet and innocent girl.”

Notice the irony here? SHE IS NOT SWEET OR INNOCENT! SHE IS NOT DEAD! SHE IS STILL ALIVE AND I AM GOING TO FIND HER!

Enough about her, let us begin where it all started. Wonderland. Not Alice’s Wonderland, that’s fake. This is a hidden place in this earth where real magic exists. Especially, the bad kind. Wonderland is in the earth’s core, where no normal human beings have ever been able to reach. The so-called scientists of the surface tried but, each and every one of the failed because of the magical substance that surrounds the core. The earth’s core is just the same, blue sky, green grass, yellow sun. Yet, one thing that is special here is, the people.

We can get through just about anything except for murder or natural death. Which is why, murdering, stealing and poisoning exists here and it’s legal. One grain of rice is just as bad as one tub of acid that can kill the people on the surface but, it doesn’t kill us, Witches and Wizards roam the streets carrying all sorts of magic. In fact, people like it here better than the surface. Some do have dreams of going high to the surface but most dreams are put down quickly.

This is her birthplace, and mine as well. This is also the town where she became famous. By birth everyone loved her. Of course, there are still some that hate her but, no one is brave enough to show it. It is something about her that even made me pretend to like her . . . I just don’t know why . . . .

In reality, I want to watch her suffer, die, dig up her own grave. I failed to kill her once but I won’t kill her again. Instead, I have something better than that in my sleeve. Something so cruel that even the girl who dodged death will want to die yet, she can’t and, that IS HER PUNISHMENT FOR NOT DYING THE FIRST TIME!

AVD