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May 15, 2012 12:10pm UTC

Well, don’t expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.
-Boggs

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May 13, 2012 8:16am UTC

Want a sugar cube? (;
-Finnick Odair

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May 10, 2012 2:36pm UTC

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Brett lets out a snort and then meets his eyes with mine. "You heard me right, they are taking them to kill them," No words are ready to leave my mouth and exit as even a bare or slightest noise. Instead I stand there and stare at the little 4 to 3 year olds being taken away. And then I catch the sight of Alex and his little brother, who are slowly walking with the small crowd to people, to god knows where, to be killed. "ALEX!" I yell and run towards him, but Brett manages to grip my wrist and drag me back towards him. "Too late, they're gone," And with Brett's last words, they are gone; Alex and Derek are gone. "Why?" I whisper and turn to face the devil himself. "Why are you doing this? What will you get from this?" I'm angry but justifying. "Because we want to," A grin merges on his face. "Dylan is gone too," A scowl escapes his lips. "Traitor," Brett mutters under his breath. "Leave her alone," Josh cuts in. I had forgotten that he was even there. I feel him ripping Brett's claws off me. Brett laughs and then lets out a snicker. "Don't be so disheartened, you'll soon be joining those people, as well," I can feel my heart racing faster and faster; as I stare at Brett and his ocean like blue eyes, filled with poison and hatred for me. My breathing has gone faster than it's average rate. "Was it meant to be?" I mummer to myself, under my breath. Was it meant to be like this? Everything leaving me, everyone leaving me, and then in the end I leave this world, myself, as well? Maybe it was. Maybe it's a punishment of some sort. Maybe I deserve death. A long torturing unpleasant bloody death, just the way Sirois wants it. I mean, that's the way he is going to put it. Sirois will probably set some wild dogs on me; to watch me die painfully, after being shredded into little tiny dices and strips of meat. "Nothing will happen to her," Josh breaks in, laughing as if it is not true, but we both know it is. Our death. If not his, then mine: My death. "I don't know how to put it to you two, but she will die-" Brett's words are cut off by a worker's voice from behind him. "Sir, There is still room for 2 more people, like you asked for and now that request has been processed and heard," The boy is a small black haired, muscular worker. "Perfect," Brett shines his pearly whites deviously at me. "I have these two for you guys to take over as well," I stand there, still. Of course, I was expecting this to happen and now it will come true. And no one can change it. "I'm ready," Josh firmly places his hand on my shoulder, and then in one swift move, I'm being pushed back against a wall, where I hit my head, hard. "Josh!" I scream, as I try to make out figures in the blurriness. I was pushed into the darkness, and now am unable to pull myself back into the light. "UNKNOWN! JUST RUN!" I can hear Josh's yell, but where is it coming from? There are two figures, or people, should I rather say, who are frantically pushing each other...wait..they're fighting. Brett and Josh are fighting? I get up but my hand is grabbed by a stranger, and then I find myself being pulled along with crowds of people, who are screaming and shoving past each other, trying to get to the exit. I look at the person holding my wrist, but can't make out who it is. "Let go," I whisper, trying to untangle myself, but their clutch is too tight, and I have no choice but to be dragged by them; leaving Josh and Brett inside, and behind. "AFTER HER!! THE GIRLL!! UNKNOWN!! GET HERR!!" I hear Brett yell, he sounds like he has just won a bloody fight. That means..."JOSH!!" I let out a yell, and find people who are running and shoving past each other to share glances and then at me. "Don't say his name," The person holding my wrist, hisses at me. "He is fine, but he won't be if you yell like that," I raise my eyebrow. "What? That doesn't make any sense," "Everything will make sense," He whispers, coming into the light, to show his face. "Time will reveal everything," "Dylan?" OMG!! I got a nominatition award for three subjects; Art, English and ICT :D Lol, my dad was like, "And why didn't you get one for Science and Maths?" xD Thank you soo much you guys; you're all amazing(:

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May 9, 2012 2:02pm UTC

//I’ll be there for you, I will take care you // -Drake, Take Care

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May 8, 2012 11:51am UTC

STARSHIPS
ñWere Meant To Fly, Hands Up And Touch The skyñ

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May 3, 2012 3:54pm UTC

//|| You can call a curse,
Or you can just call it blessed,
If you can’t handle my worst,
Then you ain’t getting my best //\\

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May 3, 2012 3:40pm UTC

// I'm gonna live my life No matter what, we party tonight //

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Pearlonthesea
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May 3, 2012 3:34pm UTC

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I stand there, watching the old woman and those few kids being dragged away. The last thing you hear are their s c r e a m s and then silence. Alex looks at me for a second and sighs, before turning his attention to his little brother, Derek. "Let's go and get some sleep," He nudges his little brother and from there they both walk off. I have no choice but to follow them. Maybe I can get information out of them? Especially Alex, because he knows alot about this place. "So what is this place called?" I ask, as I trace Derek's steps. Alex turns around at my voice and raises his eyebrow. "Are you following me?" And then a smile takes over his lips. "What is this place called?" I ask my question again, trying to ignore his grin. "P r i s o n," He answers my question more seriously. "Sirois's P r i s o n," And then he moves off away with his little brother, before I can ask him more important questions; questions that need answers. And if I get the answers, I will easily make my way out from here. There is no point of following Alex around now. First of all, it's creepy stalking someone and interrogating them. Second, because they have a little brother to look after, as well as themselves. I can't just keep annoying him like that. He has himself and little brother to protect from against all these workers. I let out a sigh, before mumbling a few c u r s e s under my breath. Nothing is going in my fate and rights these days. "Unknown?" I hear a faint whisper. My head twists around to see Josh crouched against a wall; scared and helpless. "Josh?" My voice comes out in anger, seeing the state he is in. S c r a t c h e s, c u t s, b r u i s e s and a b l a c k eye. "You're okay," He slowly gets up and limps towards me. "You're alive," Then a smile takes over his face, and a laugh breaks out from his mouth. I raise my eyebrows "And what about you? You don't look fine," I soon find myself embracing into his arms. "Yeah, I'm okay," There is confusion in my voice as well as his; and then I know Josh isn't okay. "What did they do to you?" I ask, as I pull away from the warming hug. I can't help but stare at his black eye and claw like scratch scar on the side of his face. "Don't worry about me," He whispers, as he pushes away my gentle gesture of placing my hand on his cheeks. "I'm fine," Josh whispers. "It's you we were worried about," "We?" "Me and Dylan," Josh coughs out, and then blinks a few times. "So, where is he then?" I ask. "Where is Dylan?" Panic is starting to take over me now. If Josh is here. Then where is Dylan? He shrugs. "I don't know, they took him somewhere," And then he lets out a sigh and turns away, to face away from me. "Where?" I ask. "And who took him?" "Some guys, they took him, an old lady and a few kids," Josh's last words hit me like a hard b l o w. And then I remember my conversation with Alex. ***Start of Flashback*** "Well nice to meet you Derek," I giggle, and rub the small little boy's hair with the palm of my hand. "TAKE THEM!" A shout comes from behind us. A few men come in and drag an old lady and a some kids away, and out of the room. "Where are they taking those people?" I ask Alex, in confusion. He doesn't reply and then let's his words out in a whisper. "To k i l l..." ***End of Flashback*** Everything is now starting to get untangled and is making sense. This place. The people. It's like a cattle farm, where each person is being taken away for something- to be interrogated, put into some sort of labour, or even to die. But isn't that illegal? Then that means Sirois is doing it i l l e g a l l y. S e l l i n g people. He is s e l l i n g people. "But...Then that means that those people took Dylan away to..." My words are paused, as I see more people being taken away by Sirois Mandeth's workers. "To k i l l him," Brett's words finish off my sentence. Sorry again, guys These days I seem to be slacking off; but luckily I just got a 5 day weekend :D

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April 29, 2012 10:07am UTC

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The hallway has gone black, dark as the raven flying in the jet tar coloured midnight sky. Everything is pitch black; it's like someone has put a dark inky blanket over us- to shield us perhaps, because I can hear both of the boys breathing. They're alive. Then who's dead, or maybe injured after that gun shot? I'm not dead; Otherwise, how could I even think? It doesn't make sense? Why is everything so sable black, then? "Who turned off the lights?" Someone asks; it sounds like Josh. His voice is so close, yet so unreachable. I start to move back to catch where he is standing in this pitch blackness. Warmth envelopes me and I find myself crawling into someone's arms, and resting myself on to his chest. "It'll be alright," The boy whispers; I think I'm holding onto Dylan, but I'm not sure. It doesn't feel like Dylan; or even smell like Dylan. I nod my head to whatever he says, and just stand there, until I hear his voice again, this time, more quieter and into my ears. "The power supply has probably gone off," "The power supply?" I say, hesitantly. "The lights can't just go, someone must've turned them off," The boy's grip tightens, more violently. "That's exactly what I was thinking," His voice is calm and gentle, even when we're in a situation where the person who wants to rip my guts out is creeping around in this very hallway. "Unknown?" I hear my name being called out from another direction. That voice doesn't belong to Josh. It belongs to someone else; someone extremely familiar. It takes me time, but then it suddenly comes to me. "DYLAN?" I scream out to the voice that has called out my name. Wait...if the person calling out my name is Dylan, then who is this guy holding me? "Unknown?" The real Dylan calls out once more. I'm screaming now; but soon one hand has clutched my waist, and the other is muffling out my yells for help. "Keep it shut," The boy grumbles as he drags me across the floor and into an unfamiliar room with a strange stench. My vision is starting to come back, and I can see again because this room's has lights turned on. It's hard to make out what is actually going on because there are so many unfamiliar faces in this room. And what's worse is that there is that weird smell; the smell of dead corpses rotting in the summer heat. There are yells and moans, but they aren't coming from me, they're coming from the other people in this room. My eyes open immediately, as I start to look around the room to observe it. "What the-" I pause, and then let out the next word in confusion. "fu*k...?" I look at the different people lying in the room, all of them bruised, and broken; injured or maybe even dead. There are men and woman, teenage girls and boys, toddlers and children. "Where am I?" I whisper to myself. "And who brought me here?" Who am I kidding? Of course I know who brought me here; it was obviously that daddy's boy Brett. Brett Mandeth. The son of Sirois Mandeth. I let out a groan as I find out my left arm in bruised badly with a few cuts after Brett dragged me across the hard surfaces of the floor: Carpet, then wood, then concrete. "And why are you here?" I hear someone whisper from behind me. I twist my head around to see a sandy headed boy with grey silver eyes staring at me. His face looks a little unwashed, with a few small cuts on the cheeks. I shake my head. "I don't even know where I am?" I whisper. He smirks and sits down next me. "Welcome to hell," And then he starts to laugh. I stare at him, scared and confused. Hell? Wait..I'm dead. No. Soon I realise he is just being sarcastic and start to laugh with him. "I can see that," I clench my teeth and close down my nerve wrecking laugh. He shakes his head. "This is where Sirois Mandeth throws all his prisoners, before killing them," He doesn't seem scared at all as he speaks. "Oh," I whisper. So this is why Brett brought me here. "They torture you before they kill you," The boy smiles, and then gets up to walk to a small boy, who must only be around the age of 8 or maybe even less. "Cute kid," I whisper and follow his steps towards the little scared boy who is standing with tears in his eyes. "He is my little brother," The sandy boy smiles, and then he shakes his head. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I never got to catch on your name," I laugh. "My name is Unknown," "Alex," The boy returns a grin and shakes my hand. "And this is Derek," Alex points at the little 8 year old. "Well nice to meet you Derek," I giggle, and rub the small little boy's hair with the palm of my hand. "TAKE THEM!" A shout comes from behind us. A few men come in and drag an old lady and a few small kids away, and out of the room. "Where are they taking those people?" I ask Alex, in confusion. He doesn't reply and then let's his words out in a whisper. "To kill..." School is getting worse and worse. I feel as if the teachers are actually planning to kill us with all the homework -__-

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April 25, 2012 2:27pm UTC

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I cough and laugh nervously, widening my eyes and then pointing at myself. "So, you're not even gonna get me the 'real' story," He stops before going out of the door. "I did tell you the right story," His words may be firm, but if my words are stronger, it would be enough to break him down. "No, you clearly didn't," I say, strongly; my voice is starting to develop a sort of confidence. "You're lying," He smiles, and then starts to smirk. "I pity poor foolish souls like you," And then a laugh escapes his mouth. "Your mother was like you as well," There is something in his eyes: memories? "I..." I don't know what to say, until Brett holds my hands and cuffs them behind my back. "What're you doing?" My attention is completely diverted to Brett. "What're you-?" I'm hushed by Sirois. "He is taking you away before we get rid of you," A bitter smile on his face. "Finally, the day I've been waiting for," A sort of relif in his tone, and then he slams the door, shut, behind him. I sit there, confused, shocked and scared. It takes a while to realise what's going on. I'm going to die. Yes. I'm going to die. I didn't go along with the plan Josh told me; of how I need to threaten Sirois by telling him I'll kill Dylan he he doesn't do what I say. But instead, I did nothing. And now I am going to die. I'm starting to wonder what death might feel like. I mean...What is it like to die? How does it feel? It's funny how a minute ago I was planning Sirois Mandeth's death, and now I'm looking forward to my own one. I guess there is no worries of me dying. There wouldn't be any pain or worry. I'm just going to die. No one will miss me. I mean, who do I have that I can call my own? My mother is dead. My father is dead. My family is dead. My town is dead. My friends are dead. Nick is dead. Martha is dead. Josh nearly died. My school is dead...wait..my school? How can I forget? I killed everyone in my school as well, didn't I? No, wait. I couldn't have. I had put the bomb in the basement, but I don't think anyone bothered to activate it. Nick died, so I think Brett never gave Nick a chance to blow Brett's school friends up into bits and pieces. "I'll think of a way to get you out," Someone whispers into my ear. I turn around to find that someone to be Dylan. He is standing there; still looking gorgeous and deadly as ever. I shake my head. "No, I rather die," He thinks I'm being sarcastic and starts to laugh; but soon realises I'm not joking. "Unknown, don't think like that," He pauses and then takes a seat on the chair opposite me. I look around and see that Brett is gone. "Where did he go?" I murmur under my breath. "Unknown, listen to me," I nod my head at whatever Dylan says and look around the room for Brett. He must be up to something. "Unknown look at me, and listen," I meet my gaze with Dylan for a second before getting up and walking to the door, with the handcuffs, locked securely around my wrists. I carefully pick the locks open; this is something Nick had told me how to do, and in combat practises, it was essential you knew this trick. And then I turn around to look at Dylan. "I have to go, I think your brother is up to something," Dylan gets up and follows me, quietly, as if understanding me. "He only went to see what the workers are doing," I nod my head and then keep walking until I get to the staff room, where the workers are probably working on some project, because the door is closed. "May I help you?" Someone asks from behind me and Dylan. I turn around immediately to see Josh standing there. A smile comes to my face, and takes over me as I see him. "Josh," I laugh and run into his arms. For a second, from the corner of my eye, I swear I saw Dylan flinch a little. I remember that Josh is not meant to remember me, but it seems as if Dylan knows about everything that is going on; because Josh gives Dylan a nod, and Dylan replies back with a smile. I pull away from Josh's warm embrace. "What did he say?" Is the first thing he asks me. I frown. "He was talking about my mother, and then he told me about how he 'dated' her," Just the thought of Sirois and my mother makes me wanna puke. Josh laughs and then looks at Dylan, before turning back to me. "And what about the plan?" He looks at me, hopeful. I shake my head and let out a sigh. "The plan was a fail," The words don't hurt as they come out. "She thinks she is going to die," Dylan says from his quiet space in the corner. We both face to look at him. Josh raises his eyebrow. "Erm...okay..?" He wants to laugh, because he doesn't even know what happened back in that room. And then he turns to face me with worriness in his yellow cat eyes. "What is Dylan saying?" His voice is somewhat quiet as he talks. "It's true," I whisper. "I'm going to die," "And how we all know it's going to be true," Someone shouts from behind. But I can say the person is a man or maybe a boy. The person is faint and blurry; and I can't make them out, as they stand in the dark shadow. I think the person is holding a gun or something? No...It can't be.. "Who and what?" Josh whispers, in confusion. "And her life might as well end here, right in this place, right now," And then he pulls the trigger. Sorry about my delays in writing new chapters; I did terrible in my English exam (oh the irony); but thanks to my friend Enna ( :D ), she justified the matter, and said it was only because a really cr*ap teacher marked it.

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April 22, 2012 6:17am UTC

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Sirois smiles; he looks devious, wicked, but at the same time, annoyed- as if doesn't want to tell me about my mother. "Tell me more," I repeat my words, and stare at him; eggar for a reply. "Traitor," It seems as if he was spitting the words out. "A stupid little b*tch," Sirois's eyes move to the floor, from where he hisses, loudly. I try to stay calm and control my anger; but it's hard, because I can't stand him talking like that about the woman who gave me birth. "Can you just tell me what happened?" There must have obviously been something that happened, which caused Sirois to hate my mother so much that he killed her. Sirois looks up at me and then starts to talk. "She was...let's say...My friend?" He pauses, and swallow. "A very very very close friend, because that's what she always thought of us: Close friends, nothing more," I stare at him, starting to understand the story a little. Let me guess, Sirois liked my mother, but she didn't think of him much more than a friend. "So that's why you killed her?" He starts to laugh at my words of innocence. "No, fool," And then a smirk wipes across his lips. "She decided to be lady of the night, and then got herself involved in business she didn't want to be involved in," "Lady of the night? But..With who?" "Andrew Thompson; the school's player; I told her so much not to fall for the man's plans, but she didn't listen, she thought she was in love and he loved her," I narrow my eyes. Why did he kill my mother, then? "I don't get this," I'm frustrated now, this story is not making any sense. "I'm with Unknown on this one," Dylan places his hand on my shoulder, I forgot he was even in the room. "What's there to get, you idiots," Brett cuts in. "Dad hasn't even finished the story," He shakes his head and lets out a tried sigh. "All dad has said so far is that he and Unknown's mother were friends, but this player jerk guy named Andrew Thompson started dating her mother, and her mother decided to be Andrew's lady for the night," "Yeah, but what I don't get is that Why did he kill her?" I'm almost angry now. "Well, he was going to get to that part at some point," Brett says back, sharply. "Okay, guys, relax," Dylan breaks in. "Let Father continue," As he says this, all eyes turn back to Sirois, who is sitting there, not caring about me and Brett arguing, or even the fact that his step-son(Dylan) is supporting me. Sirois continues the story as if nothing happened. "She came to my house, banging on my door asking me to help her because she had done something that she was forced to do, she told me she gave up her virginity for Andrew," I keep my gaze on Sirois, he seems a little upset while saying all this. "And what did you do?" "I sent her home," He looks up again, wickedly. "I turned my back against her and sent her away, right when she need me the most," "But why?" I question him; why would he turn his back against the one he loved so badly. "Because I know that she would take my advice, and then leave me again, maybe for some other guy," Sirois pauses. "I wanted her to understand that whatever she had done was not right," "But that still doesn't explain my question," I stop. "Why did you kill her?" I'm annoyed and frustrated now. "Because she decided to be stupid again!" He stands up and shouts in my face; a few drops of spit landing on me like flakes. What could she have done that caused Sirois to be so upset? "I'm sorry, please continue," I whisper. I want to hear the next part, but had to apologise first in case he gets angry and refuses to tell me the 2nd half of the mystery. "We moved on, and she didn't talk to me, until we met up at the same college," He smiles. "She had no choice but to talk to me, because I might as well be the only person she knew," Sirois sighs. "Me and your mother went out for a while, until David Brown decided to come in," "Who's David Brown?" Dylan asks, curiously. "I think he's probably just some guy in their high school," Brett says, casually and then we all turn back to Sirois. "David Brown told her how I wasn't right for her, and how he loves her," Sirois looks at the ground, there are tears in his eyes; but he acts strong, and tough, as he has been. "She leaves me again, for David, and they turn out to have a longer relationship than anyone, and then as they get older, they develop their relationship; they get married and then they have you," He stops and stares at me, right in the eye. "And that's it," I raise my eyebrow. "I don't get it, that surely couldn't have been the reason," "Oh, but it is," Sirois gets up and walks around the room. "Scarlett Brown Cromwell," That's my full name! Scarlett Brown Cromwell I finally know my full name. "Woah, didn't know I had a father who gets emotional over a girl," Brett snickers from his place. Sirois ignores him and turns to me. "Do you know how hard it is to chase your love ones and find they have no feelings for you?" I shake my head, confused. "I don't..." There is still some part of the story which he is too scared to tell of. He is hiding something. He closes his eyes and then walks to the door. "Just kill this girl, I want no traces of the lady of the night, even if it is her daughter,"

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April 18, 2012 3:58pm UTC

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"Umh...Dylan? Who is this?" I point at the picture, framed inside an antique wooden frame, so neatly. My voice is hardly escaping my mouth, but I still manage to get a few words out. Dylan stops staring out of the window, and turns to face me. "Yeah, what?" He is clearly confused, and wasn't paying attention to whatever I said. "Who is that?" I point at the framed picture. "Who is in that image?" "That?" Dylan smiles. "I think that's..." His voice fades off, and he stands there, confused. "I...I'm not sure," He picks the frame up and stares at it for while, before shrugging and putting it back on the table. The interuppting door, behind us, quietly opens. My ears listening out for anything important. As far as I know, it could be Sirois Mandeth, right behind me. "Dylan?" That sounds nothing like Sirois Mandeth's. I turn around immediatley for Brett to say my name, but in a more confused tone. "Unknown?" He pauses. "What're you two doing here?" He sounds angry now. Dylan speaks for me. "We're waiting for Dad. Unknown wants to talk to him," After that, there is silence. Brett starts again, after the long hung quietness. "And what does she want to talk to him about?" "Everything," I say, firmly. "Everything he has done to me, and how he has ruined it," Brett smirks. "Good luck with that," He grins, while taking a seat on his father's chair. "I doubt he'll even give or take a f*ck," He mutters under his breath. I hear Dylan scowl. "I'm sure dad will try to take interest," He shoots a glare at Brett, who doesn't seem to care. I roll my eyes, and pick the picture up, holding it up, in front of Brett's face. "Who is this?" I ask him. Brett sits up, straight, and then smiles. "And why would you want to know?" His smile isn't devious, but more warm and soft. "Because I know her," I whisper, firmly and clearly. I'm sure, she is my Birth Mother. What kind of a child will not recognise their mother's face. "So, what is her name?" He asks, sweeter now, than before, when he talked in an arrogant, rude manner; but still in a sarcasm tone. "Agatha Cromwell," I reply, confident. He rolls his eyes. "Wrong," And then starts to laugh, before turning to face me again. "Her name is not Agatha Cromwell," Brett chuckles. "Her name is Elizabeth Cromwell," "Correct," Someone says from behind me. I turn around immediatley, to see Sirois Mandeth standing at the door, with a smirk. "Her name is Elizabeth Cromwell; she is Brett's mother," A faint weak smile takes over his face, as he nods at Brett to get off his chair. Brett stands up quickly, and stands to the side, apoligising. "Sorry, dad, I didn't mean to sit there," He rolls his eyes for a second and then winks at me. I shake my head and then turn to Sirois Mandeth. "And who is Elizabeth Cromwell?" Sirois takes his seat, and then then looks at me, dumbfounded; ignoring my question completley, he starts to talk werid phrases. "The rabbit is jumping into a hole, too deep and dark with secrets for her to handle," He looks at me, and then grins. I take a seat, opposite his chair; watching how he hasn't taken any action on me being here without his permission; or even caring about the fact that I'm the girl he wants shooted at sight."Answer my question first," I stare at him, coldly. He smiles once more. "She is Brett's mother," Oh, so maybe he wasn't completely ignoring my question. "She is also your mother's sister," "My mother's sister?" I let out a gasp, filled with excitment but almost annoyance, finding out that my mother even had a sister. "Is she alive?" If she was alive, I would ask her all the questions in the world; anything that would come to my mind. "Sadly, she is not with us, right now; she is in Florida, maybe having the time of her life," Brett cuts in. I roll my eyes, and stare at Sirois again. "And what do you know about Agatha Cromwell?" I want to know about my mother. My birth mother. The woman that comes into my dreams, who talks to me, when I'm alone, even though she is not there. She is dead. And she is only dead because of this man, Sirois Mandeth. "Agatha Cromwell? Isn't that your high school sweetheart?" Brett starts to laugh in the back, but Sirois's glare shuts him up. High school Sweetheart. Did they date? I made a repulsive face. "You dated her?" Sirois laughs. "Yes," He pauses. "Sadly, she was just one of those sl*t," I stand up, starting to curse him, and swear all the words I can think of. "DO NOT CALL MY MOTHER THAT!" But inside me, I think again. What do I really know about my mother? "Tell me more," I whisper. Haha, thanks for reading beautifuls ♥

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"Dylan, I don't get what you're saying?" I whisper. His brother? Why is he talking like that about his brother? Is he doing it to gain sympathy? But why? Is he trying to make me feel emotional before letting a huge plan start, that involves my death, not his? I don't want Dylan dead, but Josh does. Josh hates Dylan. I just can't figure out why? "Ever since I was little and he adopted me," He speaks again. Adopted? Dylan is adopted? That explains Brett having blonde hair and blue eyes and Dylan having brown hair and green eyes. "You never told me you were adopted?" I hesitate but let my words out fluently. It was true. When I started school, I thought Dylan was Brett's friend, and then I found out they were brothers, and now. Now I find out Dylan is adopted. Dylan sighs, and then stares at me. For a moment I think this conversation is boring and dead, with only a new twist in it, of finding out Dylan's adopted. "Yeah, most people think we're blood-brothers," I narrow my eyes. "So why do you work for him?" I was to get every drop of information about Sirois Mandeth. "Why do you work for Sirois Mandeth?" He shakes his head and frowns. "I have to, he is my father, my guardian," His words hit me; that's exactly how I thought about Nick. Nick being my father, my guardian, defender, my everything. But now he is gone. "You don't have to listen to his orders you know," I break the silence once more. Dylan get up, and off the bed. "Don't say that!" He is shouting now, more like raving. "Don't say anything like that about Sirois," I smirk. And what Dylan doesn't know it, that I'm not gonna leave the house without killing that man. That man that took the joy from my life. He took my town, my friends and most importantly, my family. His face still haunts me in my dreams, as I remember how he blew up my small little village. What did he get from it? What did he obtain by getting rid of a small, poor family; who already didn't have anything, and now their life was taken away from them as well. Every night or so, I always wake up with some sort of Nightmare, whether it's about my birth parents, my family, Nick, Josh, or even Nick's workers. My life will never be at peace. "So, are you still up to going to him?" Dylan interrupts my thoughts. I stare at him, and then nod my head; trying to calm the anger and hatred inside my body for his 'CARER' or the man he even bothers to call 'FATHER'. We exit Dylan's room, and soon I find myself walking down the strange, long corridor that leads us to Sirois Mandeth's office. "You said he was gone somewhere?" I look at Dylan, narrowing my eyes at him. Dylan smiles. "Yeah, that new worker told me that he is gone somewhere from 1 o'clock to 2:00; but it's 3:00 now, so I guess he's back by now," Dylan looks up after staring at his watch. I roll my eyes and continue walking down the corridor, until we reach that wooden, hard oak door; deep royal purple and brown lightly merged and blended together to make it seem like one colour. I let out a deep sigh, and then nod at Dylan, so he can open the door. We get inside, but it's empty. I guess it wouldn't harm anyone to look around here, and see his stuff; maybe more information about Sirois Mandeth. I'm starting to realise, I'm in the belly of the snake's cave, and there is no way, I can go out, now that I'm inside. The door behind me shuts, but I realise it's only Dylan fiddling with the door. My mouth automatically lets out a sigh of relieve. "Don't scare me like that," I whisper; but Dylan ignores me and walk over to the window to watch the sunset, just like he did, last time I'd come to this room. I start to shuffle the files that lay on his desk, checking for vital information, but, of course, there is none. Then my eyes turn to the small picture, framed in an antique coloured wood. I stare hard at the face of the woman. I've seen her before. Why does Sirois Mandeth keep a picture of a woman, on his table. Her face...it...looks so familiar. Too familiar. My eyes widen in shock as I start to realise who the lady in the black and white image is. The woman that comes in my dreams, every night, telling me to run, run far far away. The woman in the picture is My Birth Mother. Haha, thanks for reading beautifuls ♥ Sorry for taking two days to write up another chapter. Witty wouldn't let me post, because I had to many character ):

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"Take me to him," I whisper, as Dylan and I sit at the edge of the bed. Things were pretty quiet, and I just had to break the silence. I had to do what Josh had told me to do. And the quicker I would do it and get it done and over with, the better. "Take you to who?" He chuckles, while taking his socks off and throwing them somewhere near his side table. "You father," I say firmly, my voice is bitter but full of hatred; even though I'm trying my best to act sweet and stay calm as possible. He raises his eyebrow. "My father is not at home; he is gone somewhere," "What?" I'm surprised, but at the same time, annoyed. Dylan's father is gone somewhere. "But why? And where has he gone?" Dylan shrugs. "I don't know," He lets out a sigh and turns to look at the floor. "He never tells me," Another pause, and then he turns to face me with green concerned, hurt eyes; filled with dark secrets ready to spill. "Can I trust you?" "Errhh...Yeah?" I'm confused, but curious; as well as alert for any thing suspicious. Dylan lets out a small laugh and then sighs. "Well, then, I trust you as well," He smiles at me and then leans in; but I move back a little. "So, is there anything you want to tell me?" I ask, trying to get him to spill the beans. He smiles weakly. "I guess..." His voice fades off, but comes back again. "Brett, Brett, Brett," He starts off. "That's all my father ever cares about," He stares at the ground, like a wounded animal. "Umh.."I start to talk but the words wouldn't escape my mouth. What was he talking about? Brett? His brother, Brett? Why is he complaining about his brother. "What do you mean?" He shoots a glare at me, as the words escape my mouth. "What do you mean?" He starts to laugh after repeating my words by mimicking my tone. "What I mean is, I hate him," He pauses. "I hate his fri*ken guts, if it was up me, I would..I would..." His words swallow him up. And then he stops.

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April 14, 2012 3:47pm UTC

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"Brett came a few hours before, and brought Nick's body," He paused, and then held my shoulders tightly. "Listen to me, Unknown," I nod my head at his words. "Currently, I'm pretending I've lost my memory, that means I don't remember anything and I'm working with Sirois Mandeth," "Okay..." I whisper, confused but interested in his next words that were about to come out. "Do you have a plan?" "Yes, that's what I was about to tell you," I nod. "Go on, then," He smiles and starts off, talking about how I should go to Dylan and ask him to take me straight to Sirois Mandeth. But I have to make sure I'm armed with a few guns, and weapons, just incase. Josh continues to talk and tells me how after I get to Sirois Mandeth, I make a small talk conversation until Josh comes in with a lot more armed people. " I have to convince Sirois Mandeth of how my life is already ruined and killing Nick has not made it any better. Of course, as we all know Sirois Mandeth will never really care about what has happened to me or what will happen to me. And then the great idea is that I threaten to kill Dylan with the armed guns I've packed. He wants me to even shoot Dylan, if I have to; which is something I will never do, but I might have to. Incase. It will take time," Josh whispers; there is excietement glistening in his eyes. "But...this is too much, I don't want to act like I want to kill Dylan," "Well..you'll have to," He looks at me, straight in the eyes. "No, no, no," I back up, away from Josh. "You're not Josh," I pause. "I mean..you are Josh, but Josh doesn't think like that...What's wrong with you?" He rolls his eyes, and then grabs my hand. "You have to do it," He looks straight into me, and then I feel that cold, poisoned shiver tingle it's way to my spine and upwards. "No, this idea, it's -it's- Bizarre... Worse than bizarre, it's stupid," He let's out an aggressive sigh. "And you don't seem like the Unknown I used to know," Josh isn't looking at me now; he is staring out, into the distance, hurt and upset. I mocked his plan to defeat Sirois Mandeth...Dont' worry, everything will reveal itself, just fine. "But why do I have to hurt Dylan for this to work?" Josh turns to me and then lets out a huff. "So that's who you care about now, huh?" He laughs, bitterly for a second. "Dylan, Dylan Mandeth...Should I start the wedding?" "No..Josh, it's not like that, it's not, I swear," I hold my throat as a gesture of promise and swearing. "I just don't find this thing we're about to do right," He rolls his eyes. "All I can see from this conversation is that it's going into a pointless direction," He pauses, and then I feel the flicker of hurt in his eyes. "Dylan," He mutters under his breath. "Dylan isn't like them, he is not what you think," I whisper, placing my hand on Josh's shoulder, but he shakes it off. "Yeah, maybe because you're starting to turn your back against Nick and our team," He is looking at me now, bold and clear. His hands are holding me from my shoulders, and his strong arms are almost lifting me off the ground. I let out a whisper, utterly shocked, but still determined to not let my emotions get over me. "I...I..." I nothing. "Dylan, Dylan, Dylan! Is that what Nick said our missionary plans were about?" He is emphasizing his words now, mocking Dylan's name and reminding me about Nick. "No..I would neve---" My words are cut off again. "You're not into him, are you? You're not going to let a boy get in our way to foil our plans, are you?" His words: harsh but effective. And then the craziest thing happens. Josh cups his hands around my face and kisses me. Yes, he kisses me. It's bizarre that I always gave him the respect of a good, close friend, but now things were starting to change inside me. The kiss didn't last very long because he has soon pulled his warmth away. I stare at him, dumbfounded and bewildered. "Did you just...?" Too shocked for words, perhaps? "I had to," He whispers. "At least this once," And then he walks away, into the house; leaving me here, in the cold, left shocked and surprised as well as unanswered. Just this once? He didn't...He didn't have feelings or anything for me? Did he? Confused; I walk inside the house, myself, following the path where Josh walked a few minutes ago. "What was the about?" I murmur under my breath. Josh had told me the plan, and I guess I had to follow it. I checked back on those comments and I want to say I'm not leaving Witty, permenently. That would never happen :D I just might not be on for a few days and stuff, because I'll have to start revising for my exams that are extremely important. I'll probably start another story during the holidays and stuff (: But I can't start them now, because I've loads of projects and assignments coming up :'( Wish me luck? Haha, thanks beautifuls ♥

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April 13, 2012 11:00am UTC

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"Is that..." No. It couldn't be. Josh? No. He is not alive. He is dead. Why would he...? "You alright?" Dylan stares at me, confused, but concerned. I nod my head, telling him I'm fine, but inside I feel like ripping myself apart in frustration. "No," I blurt my thoughts out loud. The yellow eyed boy with black hair looks right at my way. For a second I expect a smile to take over his lips, but nothing happens. He continues to stare at me, coldly and then he turns his back on me, before walking to the main door and taking steps into the building. "NO! WAIT!" I shout after him, but the boy doesn't stop, instead he continues to walk into the house. I follow his steps and watch his every move. He looks like Josh, he is even acting like Josh now; his movement is so swift and calm. It had to be Josh. But if it is Josh, why is he ignoring me? And giving me a cold side. "JOSH!" I yell his name. The boy stops for a second to turn around and look at me. "How... How do you know my name?" His eyes are widened and there is worriness in his voice. "And why do you keep staring at me?" For a moment I hear his whispered mutter "Creep," But I ignored his comment. "Josh, stop acting," I pause. "Its me, Unknown," The boy stares at me and then gives a frown. "And who is Unknown?" He stops and laughs. "No wonder I don't know you; you're 'Unknown'," His puts emphasis on my name. "So you remember me?" I ask, there was still hope in my voice. Why is he acting like this? The boy looks bored and disgusted now. "No. I don't know you," He pauses. "So, can you please leave me alone," Dylan is making his way to me, from behind, and soon he places his warm hand on my cold shoulder. "What's going on?" Josh looks at Dylan. "And who exactly are you?" He is angry now, more confused than raging. Dylan shakes his head, and then chuckles harshly. "The guy who lives here," And then he pushes past Josh, to get inside his home. I continue to look at Josh, confused and hurt. "Your name is Josh, and you're...you're.." I pause, I didn't want to ramble on about cr*p. Plus, Josh doesn't even care. He looks at me, and then lets out a sigh. "Finally, he's gone," My eyes look up to him, and then watch a smile take over his mouth, as he extends his arms for me. "Ermh..wait," For a second I'm confused. Is this gesture he is pulling for me? "So you do know me," I laugh my into his arms. Josh chuckles himself. "I was waiting for that Dylan boy to disappear," He pauses to release himself from my tight grip. "I'm sorry I ignored you like that," I raise my eyebrow. "Why were you waiting for Dylan to go? Dylan isn't a harm," Josh narrows his eyes. "What do you mean Dylan is not a harm, he is the biggest harm of all of them," I stare at Josh, confused but hurt at the same time. Dylan isn't like that. He isn't. After that time we spent in the woods, and alone in that house, my attitude for him has changed. "But he isn't what you think," Josh laughs. "And that's what he wants you to think as well," There is deepness in his voice now; he runs his hands through his hair before letting out a huff. I shake my head in disbelief. "This is way to much drama," I pause. "Wait...Josh, what makes you say that Dylan is a threat?" Josh smiles. "I've been in this place for a while now," He pauses. "After you left me!" There is anger in his voice, after he remembers how I left him helplessly at the feet of Sirois Mandeth. I shake my head. "I didn't mean to..It's just..." I start to remember why I even left Josh. "Everything was happening in a rush, and then Dylan and Brett took me home..and-" My words were cut of by Josh's. "Exactly," He stopped. "Dylan and Brett took you home, didn't they?" He cursed himself. "And now they know about Nick and about all the other workers," I let the guilt slide down my throat and churn in my stomach. "Umh...Josh," I leave a long pause before I speak again. "I don't think.." My words fade off. "What?" Josh stares at me, curious. "What is it?" I let out and groan, before my feelings are emotionless, and unexplainable. "There is no Nick," A tear rolls down my face. Josh stares at me. For a minute, I expect him to be upset, but he keeps his feelings to himself. "I know," "I'm sorry, I should've done something about it-" I pause. "...Wait...? You know?" My tone is shocked at his words. "But..how?" "Brett came a few hours before, and brought Nick's body," He paused, and then held my shoulders tightly. "Listen to me, Unknown," I nod my head at his words. "Currently, I'm pretending I've lost my memory, that means I don't remember anything and I'm working with Sirois Mandeth," I look at him confused. "Okay..." I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen, as Josh explain me the plan. A few more chapters and then I'll probably be done with this story. Sorry about the lazy drama in the previous chapters. I feel like I've lost quite a lot of readers from that. But I'm still gonna be writing a little before I leave Witty...

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This was probably going to be the last time I go there. I needed to go there. Didn't I? Brett might have Nick's body...and there might still be hope for Josh to be alive...but then again, that's just hope. There were parts of me telling me that I should forget Josh and admit the fact that he might be dead. But there is hope, never forget the hope; the hope you can cling onto as the only hope left in this hopeless world. Am I even making sense? Dylan nodded. "Alright, let's go outside-" He paused and then looked at me, concerned. "Brett probably took the car we came in, when we ran away from Dad's house..." Dylan's voice faded off, and then he was standing in the middle of the room, staring at the floor. "What's wrong?" I asked, calmly but at the same time, feeling a bit inquiring. "Are there any cars in your garage or something? Do you own any cars?" He raised his eyebrow. I nodded my head. "Erh...Yeah.." Come to think of it, Josh had a car, and so did Nick, and the other workers too. "Yeah, there are a few of them, parked in the backside of this building," "Perfect," Dylan grabbed my wrist and slowly dragged me to the backside of this house. His clutch was pretty hard and harsh on my wrist, and I couldn't help but move my clamped hand around frantically, to tell him I was struggling in his grip. "You might wanna let go," I whispered. Dylan stopped to look at me, and then he slowly tilted his head to the side. "My hand," I said. "You might wanna let go of my hand," I repeated. Dylan's strong grasp loosened, and immediately, I pulled my arm away, to hold on to it. There were red marks left on where he once clenched his paws into. "Sorry," He croaked out and then slowly headed towards the black, sleek car Mercedes-benz. That was Josh's car. "Thats Jos-" I paused, there was no point of explaining to Dylan about how this was Josh's car, and how Josh didn't like people touching it. But Dylan would probably think I'm mad, and tell me that, Josh is dead, and he was pretty sure that a dead man wouldn't mind us riding in his car. But it would still hurt me to see someone else in Josh's car. Whether he was dead or not. I stared at Dylan, who was already starting to adjust the cars' side mirrors. His eyes quickly flashed at me. "Do you know where the keys are?" He asked. I nod my head and then quickly head back in to the house, to grab the keys, which were in their normal place, in the kitchen, on top of the microwave oven. I laughed as soon as I picked the keys, that were all chained together. It brought back old memories... "Why do you keep your keys on top of the microwave oven?" I asked Josh, as he sat on the sofa, while watching a movie, and scoffing on the popcorn as well as taking slow sips of coke. "Whats is to you?" He grumbled and then turned the TV off, walking right past me. I looked at him, curiously. "Just wondering..." A sigh escaped my mouth. Josh took a bottle of cold water out from the fridge and then drank the refreshing liquid, letting it run down his throat, quenching his thirst after chewing on dry popcorn. "Whatever," He ignored me and then quickly grabbed his keys off the microwave oven. I rolled my eyes and took a seat on the chair right beside me. Josh smirked and then made his goofy face. "I keep them there for a reason, Dimbo," Dimbo? I think he meant Dumbo... "Erh..Why?" Josh relaxed his muscles. "Because when I see my keys on the microwave oven, it reminds me I have to go outside, and buy pizza," He started to laugh at his words. I raised my eyebrows, and then laughed with him. "No," I paused. "Be serious," Josh narrowed his eyes, while lightly shaking his head. "And why do you care about where people put their keys?" He chuckled, and then he slapped me lightly on the head, as I giggled. "Just wondering..." I finished with a whisper... Josh. The boy that was my guardian, my protector, curator, trustee, supervisor, defender, my everything. I shook my head lightly and then mumbled his name while walking back to Dylan with the keys. "Here," I whispered. Dylan squinted his eyes at me; he lifted his chin, and then let the soft words out "What's wrong?" I shake my head and get into the car, quietly. Dylan gets confused, and just shrugs before getting inside the car himself and driving off back to Sirois Mandeth's place. There is this feeling of guilt inside me as well as fear. What if I'm falling into some sort of trap? What if it is all a trap?...A trap made by Brett? What if Brett and Sirois have all planned this? And are watching and waiting right at this moment, laughing at how easily their prey was coming to them. Dylan looks at me for a second. "We're nearly there, just a few more minutes," And he was right; we were right outside Sirois Mandeth's house. So close. But all seemingly a plan. A trick. Is this what Sirois wants? I shake my head and then quickly get out of the car; my eyes observing my surroundings quickly and cautiously. "Finally," The words from my mouth are released into a sigh. Dylan puts his arm around my waist, comforting me and then leading me inside the house. I was scared. But even more scared when I saw a familiar yellow eyed, black hair boy standing at the entrance of the door. A boy who looked like Josh.

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April 10, 2012 10:12am UTC

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Yep. A bear, a big one aswell. The large powerful mammals with thick shaggy fur stared at me. I think it was a spectacled bear, the ones you would mainly find here, in South America. My eyes widened and then I let out a scream. “DYLAN! DYLAN! LOOK BEHIND YOU!” My voice was loud and clear and scared. I was scared. More scared than I heard Josh dying, and Martha being shot, or seeing dead Nick lying on the bathroom floor. Dylan turned around, and then gasped himself. The horror on his face, and then he turned before quickly running towards me. "Lets go," He grabbed my hand and then made me run along with him. I was screaming, my mind was blank and my intentions were hopeless; but my body was obeying Dylan's commands, and I was sprinting along with him. "OH FU*K! SH*T! CR*P!" Dylan yelled, and then he ran a bit faster when we heard the growling roar of the bear behind us. Did the spectacled bear think we were a danger to it? People are attacked by these bears when they think we are a danger to them, but in other cases, they are harmless. "A little faster," Dylan whispered to me. I closed my eyes, and then opened it again to see we were making an exit? "Oh my god," I slowed down along with Dylan, as we figured we were standing outside my house? "No..No..No," I whispered, again and again and then let out a scream of joy. Dylan was surprised himself, and then let out a laugh. "We...made it?" He paused, and then made a sour face while turning to face me. "I told you we were going the right way," He chuckled at his words. I rolled my eyes, and then looked back at my house, remembering Nick, and his body. "Oh god," I whispered, and then ran to the door. I wanted to get inside. Safe and Sound. Dylan was right behind my trail as I slowly walked to the kitchen, only to find some strange happening. Nick's body was gone? I shook my head, in disbelief. "Nick.." I whispered, and then started to search the living room for the body. Dylan came into the living as well, shouting his brother's name. "Brett? Brrreeet!?" He raised his eyebrow at me. "What're you looking for?" He asked, running his hands through his hair. "Nick," "The dead man," Dylan snorted, taking a seat on the sofa. "I'm trying to find my alive brother Brett," His eyes observed the room. "The house looks a bit...messier?" He whispered, getting up and frowning at the furniture. "This place looks trashed," After hearing Dylan, I stopped looking behind the couch; my thoughts were that maybe Brett might have taken the body and put it behind the sofa or something, but now they were different. Brett...? Where was Brett? "When you were following me..?" I tried to get Dylan's attention, which was pretty easy, because he was staring at me. "Yeah?" He was curious. "Where was Brett when you were coming after me into the forest?" I asked. There was something bothering me about Brett. Was he even a good guy? Dylan frowned, and then he narrowed his eyes. "Brett...was.." He paused. "I think he was telling to me run after you..and then..." Another pause. "I think..he went back in the house? Arhhh.." Dylan clutching his head, and then calmed down. "I don't know, I was only thinking about getting to you, and catching up to you; I don't know what Brett was upto?" My eyes fell to the gaze of the floor. Things went silent after that. It seemed as if we were both thinking what happened to Brett, and the disappearance of Nick's body. Could those two be related somehow? "I think I know what happened," Dylan's voice interrupted my thoughts. I squinted my eyes at him. "What?" My tone was curious but upset. I wanted to know what happened when me and Dylan weren't here. What did Brett do? "Dad," Dylan paused, thinking I may have understood everything by now, with that one word. Dad? Sirois Mandeth. It all made sense. Brett doesn't like me anyway. He always tried his best to get rid of me, and Nick's crew. He was more of a daddy's boy. He never wanted Josh alive that day, when I heard Josh's screams and was told he was dead. There was always a part of me that told me that Josh might be alive. Because I didn't see Josh die, or see his dead body. What if Brett lied to me, when he told me that Josh is dead? My brain was starting to hurt. What if Brett took Nick's body to his dad's---erh..I mean, Sirois Mandeth's place when me and Dylan weren't in this house, but at the forest? Dylan looked at me, as if he clearly understood all my thoughts, without me even saying anything. "Do you want to-?" I cut off his words. "Yes," I paused. "Take me to Sirois Mandeth's house," Sorry I didn't write for a whole 2-3 days. I'm extremely sorry. My excuse?...Well...ermh...Does studying count? lol xD I'm really sorry, and promise to write a chapter at least once a day or once every 2 days or something. One question? ♥ Do you guys want Josh dead, or not? Comment. And feedback would be nice, beautiful(:

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Bees hummed in and out of the pennyroyal. I inhaled its minty smell and continued on, delighting in the sound of my feet sliding through the leaves. "So, do you know which direction we're going off to?" I asked, there was the slightest hint in my voice, that we weren't heading to a right place. The light was fading, creating new shadows and dark patches around me. Eyes glimmered from tree hollows. The wind wailed between distorted trunks, carrying the sickly stink of wood rot. I moved faster to catch up with Dylan, ignoring the briars that caught at my jeans, the damp leaves that grimed my skin; my lips were murmuring a soft prayer, to safely get us home. Dylan was cautiously moving; his leg work was so swift and quick, delicate but strong. He was making a path through the jungle-like forest, to get us home, quickly. “Be careful, there could be anything dangerous- this is a forest; there could be wild foxes, wolves or even bears,” He stopped. “I don’t know much about this forest, but it looks pretty old,” Another pause. “We have to make sure we don’t separate; always keep beside me,” He was being uptight, there was a sort of worried tone in his voice, it was reaching out to me. He cared for me. I lifted my face, letting the light and shadow dance across my skin. “Dylan, I’m not sure this is the righ-“ I paused, and then stopped moving, there was a strange noise coming from behind us. Dylan must’ve heard the strange loud racket as well, because he also stopped. He quietly placed his index finger over his lips, motioning me to be quiet. “Don’t say anything,” He whispered softly, under his breath. And then he walked away from me, to the empty desert, with nothing but trees and bushes in sight. “Nothing, there is nothing here,” He said, frustrated. "Then what was that noise about?" He muttered under his breath and then slowly came back towards me, not knowing of the creature behind him. A bear.

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"Asthma?" I whispered, and then grabbed him. "You never told!" I sounded scared, but worried. "Are you okay?" I whispered, and then rubbed his back gently, which seemed to help him a little. Dylan stopped coughing, and then sat up to look at me. "I'm fine," He croaked out. "Don't worry about me. I'm not a serious patient of asthma," He puffed out air, and then took more freshness in. I looked at him, feeling helplessly guilty for making him run all the way here into a green forest. "I'm so so sorry," My body immediately met his, and we sat in silence, in each other's embracement, calmly and quietly. "I told you, I'm alright," His voice was so tender, so gentle; there wasn't a slightest hint that he was angry at me. "I'm fine," He sounded more alarm and alert now. I shook my head and soon the tears started to spill. "You're not alright," I whispered. "I made you run all the way here," I paused. "And I ignored you and reacted stupid when you kissed me and.." I hushed my words. I didn't want to ramble on. Dylan noticed my fade in words, and spoke up. "Its okay," He sighed. "I know what girls are like," He smiled and the end of his last few words. I raised my eyebrow. "Because you're secretly a girl in disguise," I started to laugh, and then soft lips felt mine. "No, silly," He chuckled. "I have a little sister," He paused, and cupped his palm around my face. "And she's just like you," Dylan laughed. "Stubborn, acts stupid, but I love her," "You have a sister," I asked, suddenly seeming a bit curious. Dylan snickered lightly, and then bit his lip. "Yes, she is just like you," He paused, and then leaned in to kiss my forehead. I could feel his chest, as he leaned in, and then a loud heartbeat. I smiled, and looked down, hoping he wouldn't see my red face. It was dark, he surely couldn't see it. I mean..I couldn't see his face, all I could see were his white teeth and those wild olive green eyes, that were ever so yellow right now. Deep royal gold and light peppermint green was the colour of his eyes right now, beautiful. He looked gorgeous and dark and handsome, remarkably dashing, even in his jeans and blue shirt. Well they do say that 'Nature's first green spring is gold' Those were the words to describe his eyes at this moment. He glistened his white teeth again under the alien white moonlight, that was shining off our faces, bouncing off in all directions. I bit my lip lightly, hesitating and then stood up from the soil ground. "We should get home," I whispered, and then shut my eyes while looking at the floor. Dylan stared at me, blankly. "If only you could tell me where we are?" He started to look at his surroundings, puzzled and lost in this unknown environment. I followed his eyes and vacantly looked around to absorb the atmosphere. "I don't know," I whispered, unable to make out words. My house was extremely close to this forest. Nick had always told me to never ever come here; why didn't I ever listen to him. I miss his guidance, and I can't even follow his path, because he is dead. I wasn't thinking, I was just running, and that's how I ran into this jungle-like place. It was cold. I huddled myself, and took a seat next to the large tree; there were thick and twisting mis-shaped trees, whistling violently, as the grey smoky clouds swept across the sky. Black toadstools and a bitter feeling in the atmosphere, along with the eerie whispers, repeating the same words: 'Turn back, Turn back, or else...' I gulped, wondering if Dylan could hear these strange voices. But I don't think he did; he was too busy pacing around, trying to figure out how to get out of this place. There was a strange, never-before-experienced cooling chill in the setting, which made me think twice about this place. Hey, wait, maybe it might not be that bad? As long as I'm here with Dylan, I'll be alright. Won't I? "Get up!" There was a grumble. I looked up to see darkness, and then moon reflected from the small spaces, between the trees, and a blue supernatural light hit his face. He still looked gorgeous. He was beautiful. Any girl would be crazy for him, the minute she saw him. But why did it take me that long to see his beauty; from the outside and the inside. I got up, silently from the floor, again and then faced his body, which was only a little visible. There was a scratch on his arm's sleeve, and there a little amount of blood pouring from it. I stared at it. Feeling even more guilty about making him run into this forest. "I'm sorry-" My voice was cut of with his words. "I told you, it doesn't matter," Dylan paused. "What matters is that we've come too deep into this jungle, We need to get out," There was hesitation in his voice. "Its dark, and this is an old jungle, which people hardly go through," He paused again and gulped. "That means there could be animals," I wanted to gasp, but kept it inside me, so I didn't look stupid. It's a jungle. What do you expect? "We're gonna have to get out of here, in the dark," He stopped, and took my hand. "Quietly and safely," And then he widened his eyes. "Do.not. and I repeat, do not leave my sight," I nodded, but silly me can't listen to what people say. And did exactly what I was told not to do. I'm so sorry for not writing in a while, guys ): I was going to post this yesterday, but then thought I could post this part 1 and part 2 at the same time. Because Witty doesn't allow more than 8192 characters :'\ Sorry(:

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