Run Run as Fast as You Can: Part 2

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Though I left you with the image of me and my sisters walking off to the park on a beautiful day, smiling at the sheer greatness of this day, that could not last long with our little trio. But hey, that's what siblings are for, right? I mean, I know you're new to our lives, but just try to picture us walking down the street all happy for even five minutes? Couldn't do it could you? Eventually Liz would end up jabbering on about everything that had happened in the past few months, and of course, focus on my embarrassing moments.

"So at the Boxing day party, a couple days after we saw you, Fly started to tail this girl. They had talked a bit at the start of the party, so she didn't think it was too creepy." said Liz to Lilly. Lilly was focused on Lizzy, listening intently. She always does that when she's hearing about me and my love life. She needs to memorize every detail so she can shove it in my face later. I was walking a couple steps behind them. I wasn't too keen on staying close enough to be laughed at directly.

"Actually she later said that it was very cute." I put in for my own benefit. Lilly turned her head to me and glared a little, then I got a swift shhhhing, before she turned back to Liz, after she chuckled a little at the two of us. I wondered if we looked like clowns or something?

"Anyways." said Lizzy, pushing her sandy blond hair out of her bright blue eyes. "So they both end up in the living room, out by the coffee table, Flynn tries to talk to her again. She turns to look at him, and Fly, being the true Casanova he is trips, as he walks closer to her. They collide, but lips lock right before they hit the ground, and a vase of roses that was on the coffee table falls on them!" exclaimed Lizzy. Lilly stopped holding in the laugh she had got at the words "true Casanova". I felt my face get a little red. Less because of the epic tale of how I met Tamira, and more at the fact that Lilly, and everyone in the surrounding five miles had heard it because of Lizzy's loudness. Lilly practically howled with laughter. Yeah, I was screwed. I checked the time on my watch. 12:15. It hadn't been too long since we had left. Five minutes maybe. Jesus. How does my life go so down hill in such short amounts of time? "Well Flynn got his kiss, but ended up apologizing for it nonstop, after they both rung out their clothes, while Tammy kept on insisting that there was no harm done, and actually chuckling about Flynn's persistence." Lizzy finished her story, and Lilly continued to laugh, at what she had been screaming about not long ago.

"Smooth Romeo, real smooth." said Lilly turning at me smiling, and still a bit giggly, as she had not completely gotten over her laughing fit. I confess I was a little embarrassed. I really liked to keep my love life away from Lilly, who could use it to fuel her battering ram of accusation. But I couldn't help but smile at her. It was a funny failure.

"Yeah, and that vase cost me a fortune too." I said chuckling. But I straitened up after a second, and put up my index finger. "But, Romeo got Juliet's number, and they went out for-"

"A few months, as of a couple days ago." Lilly cut in. My good humor wavered long enough to form a glare, but I wouldn't let her get to me with Liz around. But Liz could feel the tension, and realized that this was going to become serious. Her smile fell away.

"Well old Capulet, I suppose that would be your fault, now wouldn't it. With your little rule." I retorted. Lilly glared at me.

"Look who actually payed attention in class for once. Congrats there Flynn." Lilly sneered. I just smirked at her, and gave her a "that's the best you can come up with" roll of the eyes. Liz saved me from having my throat ripped out by Lilly, who was now pissed.

"Why can't we date?" she asked. Lilly turned to her and gave her a somewhat sympathetic look. Like she was a little kid.

"Sweetie, you can date. It's just that you have to-" she began trying to be reassuring.

"But you have to be sure they are "the one" that you can spend your life with." Liz and I said in unison. How many times had we heard that? I lost count at 256. We both rolled our eyes and said. "We know, we know."

Lilly gave me an annoyed look, like I was the only one who had said anything. Lizzy was too Innocent to talk back or something. "It's for our own safety. It's because we're... special, and we can't let anybody know unless we completely trust them." Lilly attempted to explain. I was the biggest violator of this rule, well the except for sharing my specialness. An image of Estelle popped into my head. I dunno why. But I felt a little sad.

Lizzy pouted. "Come on. You know that we can't be completely sure at our age. And I know we're "special" but we're still kids. Why can't we just take a chance?" she insisted. Lilly glared at me, like I was giving her ideas. I put my hands up as a show of innocence.

"Sure we can Lizzy. Just spend some time with them, and if you know that they're meant for you, then go for them." said Lilly smiling. Suspicion hit me. That was a little weird, even for her. Either way, Lizzy was disappointed in this answer.

"Never mind." she mumbled. I came up next to her, and put my arm around her shoulder.

"Don't worry. She may be that up tight, but if you play by my book, we'll have you scoring as many guys as you like." I said smiling at her. Lizzy looked up at me and smiled, giggled a little bit, but still, she was happy to hear that somebody didn't want her to plan her life somebody before liking them. Lilly glared at me again. I just smiled, and turned back to Lizzy.

"I see park!" exclaimed Lizzy. She took my arm off her shoulder, and ran up the sidewalk weaving around some people walking in the opposite direction. She then skidded to a halt in front of the park, and ran inside. I laughed a little as she ran, and Lilly did too. How easy Lilly's emotions are to control, it's almost saddening.

"Somebody is restless to see Richard." I said smiling. Lilly turned to me and nodded.

"Let's hurry before she tackles him through a tree." she suggested, and then we both ran after her, apologizing to the startled people who had seen her go by. We rounded the corner into the park, to find a dirt path with trees lining the way to a few play sets. We didn't go down the path to the place where children laughed, and played. We headed off the path and into the woody area. We never went to the play place, the woods in the park were where we hung out every time this year.

The park was relatively open despite the "woods". There were trees that dotted the park, but we liked the denser areas more. Because that's where we found ourselves. In between the trees of Tailor park, five years ago. That's where they found us, and where we went our separate ways. Tailor park was important to us, because it was the last place we we're a family... well hopefully last. Lilly and I walked through the denser parts, and smiled. Even though it was a sad place, we always smiled here. Maybe because it's ironic that such a beautiful place could hold so much pain for us. Or it might be because we can see how far we've come since then, maybe even because we're together again for today, but whatever the reason we smile at this place. Always have, and probably always will. As we came to clearing sort of area, the official meeting place, and where the actual parting of ways happened, we saw Lizzy hugging Richard. Well, if it could be classified as hugging. It was more like pinning him to the ground, and yelling about how much she missed him. I hoped she didn't start actually hugging him, she might make his lungs collapse.

"Hey Ricky! How you been?" I called walking in with Lilly by my side laughing at the pair. Richard looked up at me with a happy yet scared for his life look, in his sea green eyes, his messy black hair was particularly in disorder, probably from being tackled to the ground. But he still smiled, slightly.

"Without injury until now." Ricky replied, and I couldn't help but chuckle. We've debated whether Lizzy actually has a crush on Richard, or if she simply likes to beat the crap out of him with shows of affection. In our whole lives we have never actually figured that out. "Help me up. Please." he pleaded jokingly. Lilly laughed a little.

"I'm not sure it would be safe to intervene." Lilly said, and moving on to simply giggling. I dropped the basket I was carrying, and walked over to the tightly restrained Ricky, and his personal chains, Lizzy. They we're made for each other. For what, I'm not yet sure, but something. Maybe a hot dog stand.

"Liz, food first, then manslaughter." I said, and Lizzy's head turned, and her eyes met mine. She had a look on her that made it seem like she was happy with herself. She faked a pout.

"Alright bro." she said, and got off of Ricky, who started to feel for broken bones. We all laughed at him a bit, but it doesn't hurt to be safe. He was wearing an orange t-shirt with three surf boards lined up on them, a pair of shorts that came to about the base of his knees. They were navy blue, with white parts on the outer parts of both legs, and the shorts looked water proof, and a necklace with a shark tooth on it. Meet Ricky, the lightly tanned surfer dude of our little group. He was a cool kid, and he's 13. Oh! Speaking of age, I forgot to mention, Lizzy is as of today 11, and Lilly and I are both 15, I'm just a few months ahead of her.

"So how was Hawaii?" asked Lilly. As Lizzy and I joined beside her, forming a line facing Ricky.

"It was great! Caught some killer waves!" he exclaimed happily. We chuckled. It isn't fair, he tries not to be stereotypical, he really does, but his family is pretty rich. Not private jet rich, but the kind of rich that'll let you take a lot of trips to the beach, enough to blend with the culture, and bring some extra for back home. He facepalmed and then laughed with us. He was always calm like that, and could always laugh at a shot at himself. "Yeah, it was a great trip." he said smiling. "Oh! And I met a girl out there. I've got her charmed, I think, I was hoping you could give me some pointers on reeling her in." He said directed at me. Lilly got a little annoyed.

"Girls aren't fish Richard you don't reel the-" she began.

"Sure, I've got some tips for ya." I interrupted her. I looked over at Lizzy. Hoping she wasn't about to rip his limbs off. She was still smiling. Point for enjoys annoying. And then at Lilly who was glaring at me. I heard Richard's stomach growl. "I think his innards are encouraging us to eat instead of fight!" I said, hoping to dodge a bullet. "I'll get it ready, and you guys go down to the river." I offered.

"I second that motion." Put in my reliable partner in crime, Ricky.

"I like that plan!" Lizzy added, quickly. Good accomplices come in handy. Lilly sighed.

"Whatever. But I'm hanging back to make sure that you don't sabotage the food, or dig a hole under the blanket so we all fall in it, like last year." she said sternly.

"What do you take me for, a child. And besides that was classic." I replied. Ricky chuckled.

"That was a great picnic." he said in a low tone. Lilly rolled her eyes at Ricky and me.

"It's almost sad that your guess was that accurate." she retorted. I tried to look hurt, I wasn't doing a good job. "Anyways, you guys go to the lake while me and Flynn get the picnic ready." she continued. Lizzy and Ricky ran off towards a lake in the center of the park, with a path surrounding it, just for joggers. "Oh! And Ricky! Don't try and run on the water again! You remember what the nice cop said last time!" she called. Richard turned his head back.

"Come on Lil! That goose was asking for it!" he complained, but didn't stick around to argue. That just left me and Lilly. I took a cliche red and white checker pattern blanket out of my basket, and Lilly got her flower blanket, and Richard's intimidating shark blanket. It was seriously a little creepy, it was showing off it's rows of teeth. It was like a more terrifying version of Bruce from "Finding Nemo". Needless to say, I don't like the water, or it's inhabitants. I even fear putting shrimp in my mouth. Would it be considered irrational to think that it will come back to life, and shred my vital organs? I think not!

"Why do you have to encourage them?" Lilly asked me out of the blue, and pulling me out of my transfixion on the shark. She came over to help me spread my blanket.

"What do you mean encouraging them?" I asked, as we flapped the blanket before putting it on the ground, and flattening it out.

"I mean telling Lizzy and Richard that you'll help them with their love lives. You know that it isn't safe." she replied. I noticed she wasn't angry, just worried. She tossed me half of her sunflower blanket.

"Come on Lilly. They're just kids, and so are we. I mean, you can't expect them to just keep the monkey of the past on their backs. They're going to slip up, and be kids. They can't be like us." I said back, as I unfolded the blanket.

"Us?" she said, and giggled. I chuckled as well.

"Yes us. Don't think that I don't hold all the pain you do. We we're all there, they just didn't understand it as well as we did. They didn't understand what Gavin did like we did. Hell! Lizzy can't even remember who Gavin is half the time!" I said back, our little laugh dying when I started to speak, and we became grim at the mention of Gavin. His face appeared in my mind, his smile, and the scar on his cheek, his bright green eyes, and his almost white messy blond hair. He was happy in that picture in my head, but it still made me sad, to think of him. Lilly flapped the blanket. I didn't say it, but I think I had the feeling even worse than she did. She didn't have to watch the whole thing, and I never told her what had happened.

"I know you do. That's why it's today, isn't it?" she asked. I gave her a quizzical look. She sighed. "Tammy. That's why you broke up with her, that's why you break up with everybody around this time. Because today, you remember what you are." she elaborated. I didn't need to agree with her, she knew she was right. I looked away. We put down her blanket, and worked on Richard's in silence. It almost sickens me that I care this much about what I am, how much of a freak show I am. I shouldn't care, it's hypocritical of me. I always talk about not caring, and that we're free, but I know we aren't. It's just me, dreaming again, and trying to convince others that I'm right. I'm wrong, and I know it. Once we had all of the blankets down, we both sat down on them, back to back, once again in silence. I decided to break it.

"So who's the guy?" I asked. I felt Lilly turn her head.

"What guy?" she asked, not pretending she didn't know, she was a little clueless about what I was talking about.

"The guy that you have a crush on." I replied. I felt her stiffen. I could almost see her smile, if I wasn't turned in the other direction. Okay, so I might have imagined with my large ego, but still, she totally was.

"I shouldn't have even bothered to try and hide it. His name is Josh King. He goes to my school." she said. I had heard of Josh King, surprisingly enough. See Lilly went to this big time private school on scholarship. I hate to admit it, but she's smart. Anyways, Josh King was your standard jock with all the girls swooning over him because he's so sporty and good looking. Not only that, but he was Michael King's son, CEO of King Enterprises, hugely powerful company, which no doubt meant he was extremely rich as well. I hated his guts. Then again, what male my age didn't. I always thought that Lilly was above all of that crap, but apparently not.

"Yeah, I know him. But that's mighty contradictory with all this "the one" crap you pull." I said, trying not to sound angry. Kind of hard not to be angry when you lose bushels of respect for one of the people you trust most. Lilly moved and sat beside me just so I could be sure she was glaring at me.

"Don't judge me Flynn Desmarques. I-I think he might be." she said, blushing slightly. I turned to stare at her wide mouthed.

"Are you sure that we're talking about the same Josh King? The one who quite possibly has twelve separate airports named after him" I asked. Not believing she could be telling the truth. I mean, how the hell does she end up socializing with him at school with so many waves of girls on him? She looked angry again.

"Shut up! It's only two!" she spat back. I was surprised that there was even one airport named after him. "And... well I caught him when he was alone once, and we started talking, and he turned out to be really nice, so we... we kind of became friends." she said, and her face went red again. I rolled my eyes at her. OK so she was serious.

"Oooo la la! Friendship is in the air! Come on Lilly, jump back to the reality you love so very much. It's not like he likes you back or anything. You don't really scream something special." I said. I had pissed her off. She punched my arm.

"Well soooooorry Flit! I can't quite match your flamboyance, because I'd prefer to find somebody who actually interested in me!" she yelled. I didn't wince.

"So the whole not putting yourself out there thing is less than a little protection dome. It's to sort out the pervs from the nice guys too." I replied calmly. Lilly became a little more passive. I sighed. "It's okay to have a crush, and I don't really know him like you do. So just go after him, so you can finally come over to the dark side." I said, trying to cheer her up. She gave me a good hard look to make sure I wasn't playing with her. I just looked away, but something caught my eye. There was a tall guy in a big trench coat, and hat. Like one of those PIs from the movies. But who the hell would dress like that on a day like this? Plus, why would a private investigator go to the park in his dramatic threads. "Weirdo 3 O'clock." I said, the man seemed to turn his eyes this way. Weird shining blue eyes, and his face was covered in shadow, so I couldn't make out facial features, and he had white gloves on his hands as well. He started to walk this way, his walk was weird to, like, like it wasn't human.

"7 O'clock, and 11 O'clock too." Lilly put in. And sure enough, guys in the same kind of clothes we're coming our way too, all with the same glowing eyes. We both stiffined. "En guard?" she asked.

"Yeah." I replied, as they came closer, they were fixed on us. Whoever they were they weren't much for incospicuisy. "Of all the days." I muttered. Lilly noded. We looked from one guy to the other. Tension built up as they got closer. I clenched my fists, and Lilly clenched hers. Then, they were in front of us, surrounding our triangle of blankets. We both stood up. "Excuse me sirs. We we're just sitting here and would really appreciate it if you-" I stopped as creepy guy 3 O'clock, well formally, had knives drop out from his wrists. They were more like short swords, the lenght of his forearms, and I had to give him points for having abnormally long forearms. "OK, so diplomacy just got flushed down the toilet." I said, looking at his unchanging completely blue eyes. nothing but blue, glowing blue. He made a shrill mechanicle cry. I ignited my fist in flames. "Bring it!" I challenged. The man moved more quickly than I had expected, like, really freaking fast. He lunged at me trying to make a downwards cut across my chest. I narrowly dodged to the left "Jesus!" I screamed, as his wrist blade plunged into the ground. His head turned to me, to his left, and his eyes were still emotionless and glowing blue, but I could see his annoyed attitde in his movements. He used his free hand and thrust his knife at me, I was still surprised at his speed, but I snaked around his arm, and got behind him, grabbing onto his left arm, and started to punch his face repeatedly with my flaming fist. But when I punched him, it was hard, it wasn't like flesh. It was hard, and solid. It was like punching steel, and he didn't even react to my punches. His face would move, but it was like he didn't feel pain. After one of my seventh punch his hat flew off, and then I saw it. He was metal, his entire head. Just metal. There were scres here and there, and his face was somewhat like a human's, but he had no mouth, just vent this vent. and his eyes, they were like freaking lightbulbs. "Oh you are fucking kidding me. Robots!" I exclaimed. The metal man swung his arm with tremendous force, and I flew off, and hit a tree. My vision went blurry for a second but then I saw the whole scene in front of me. My own titanium buddy walking towards me with both blades out, ready to kill, and Lilly, who clapped her hands together, and as they pulled apart, a stream of blue electricity flew between them. The other two robots now had their own weapons out, and Lilly looked back at me. We locked eyes. They had found us. Our time for a normal life was over now. The chase was back on, it was time for us to start running again, if we even survived this.

Run Run as Fast as You Can: Part 1

I like sleep. I like sleep a lot. I like sleep because it provides a prologue, sorry it's a good place to dream, and because the rest of the day sucks. When you get up in the morning you hope for a good day, and feel all rested, and on rare occasions, ready to take on the world. Those hopes are crushed once you get to school/work. It's at that point that this day would be the same day as the day before that and the day before that and the day before that and so on and so forth, exclude all holidays and vacations from this list. Same people, same things, same places. Then you get home, and most likely repeat the routine that keeps you from starving, or to fend off all of the boredom that life lays on your plate. Then at the end of the day which drags on soooooo long, you're finally stoned enough to think "Maybe tomorrow will be better" and dreaming starts again. A reality better than our own. Where everything is the way it should be, well in the eyes of the dreamer.

But as always, the world, being the little bitch it is, wakes me early. Oh so conveniently there was a line of sunlight washing over only my eyes. Don't you hate it when objects, specifically blinds hate you. I squint a little to see a girl lifting one of the segments of my curtain, and by the way she was standing she was nowhere near happy. Correction, don't you hate it when you're siblings hate you, and wake you up early to show it? I sure do. But Lizzy didn't really do this sort of thing without a reason. And judging by the look on her face, she had a reason to be pissed.

"Date." She demanded.

"Uhhhhh. June 25th." I replied slowly. I'm not quite as witty when I'm sleepy. Just throwing that out there.

"Correct for once." Lizzy said, with a highly noticeable annoyed edge. "And what happens on June 25th?" she continued.

"No more school?" I said, instinctively raising my fist. I seriously had no idea what she was talking about, but it was important.

"No moron." She answered, as if I had just said the answer to 2+2 was fish. She sighed, defeated, as most do when my veil of faked idiocy falls over them. "To save some time, it's my birthday Fly."

I sat up in my bed and tilted my head to the right. "Your what now?" I said smirking. Lizzy crossed her arms, and stomped her foot, which made the entire room shake, which was odd considering her size, but if you knew her like I did, you would understand.

"Please just shut up and get you're ass down stairs, before I have to kick it there." she said angrily, before storming off to the door. I was still smirking, quite pleased with myself.

"Awwww, so you do love me." I replied, still trying a little to piss her off. She stiffened, and spun on her heel, she was so pissed. Yep I had hit a nerve. She glared at me, vicously, but then added a toothy grin.

"Well Flit, we all no that's a lie. But of course mom has a soft spot for little pricks like you." she snarled. This was my cue to back off, but I still smirked at her. Not a smart move to make when she's this mad, but what can I say? I'm a risk taker. But I didn't come back. She just gave me a disgusted look, and then turned back, heading for the stairs.

I sighed. Then furiously turned and punched my pillow. I hate hate hate that name. Flit. That wasn't my name, not anymore. I am Flynn. Flit was somebody else, that wasn't me. But my teen angst could wait. I checked the clock. 11:37 AM.

"Shit. I hate it when I can't sleep in." I muttered, and slowly got out of bed, and headed to the door where a towel hung on my door. Though I didn't act it I had this entire day memorized, what we would do, and who we would be seeing. The other two would be here soon. 12:00 is when Lilly said that they would come. And for Lilly that meant sharp. Richard would most likely be late. I smiled a little. That was so like them. I walked out the door clad in plaid pajama pants, and then headed down the hall focused on a white door with a tiny scorch mark, a pyro maniac me had made there a long time ago. I took a quick shower, an act where I wont go into detail, but where I continued to dream, day dream of the day to come. I wanted everything to be perfect. I got out of the shower, and brushed my teeth, after trying to find a roughly three minute long song on my iPod. I pushed the minutes today and went with "Can't Stop" by the Red Hot Chilly Peppers. I looked in the mirror, my short dark red hair still found a way to look wild, and my peepers looked as light green as ever. Other than that my long bony face looked in tact. And if I may say so myself, I looked damn fine. Other than that, I think I'll just throw in that I'm about six feet, you know, I couldn't really find an excuse.

After this I went back to my room, and checked the clock, 11:59. If I hurried. I quickly grabbed a pair of jeans, a black belt, and a smiley face shirt. I grabbed my phone, and wallet, and shoved them in my pockets. I took out my phone. I didn't want it today, and I wouldn't need it. I walked down the narrow hallway once more turned at the door to the bathroom, and walked down the stairs. At the bottom, I looked through the sliding doors, that were almost completely windows, except for a white frame with handles into mom's studio, as she worked with a determined face. Her long silky black hair was in a poney tail to keep it out of her face as her tall skiny body hunched over her drawing table, which was rarely used. Estelle Desmarques rarely drew, she was a painter, even though her strenght was drawing. She never accepted that. She was just that stubborn. She was told that she had an amazing talent for sketching, and for pencil work, she asked about her painting. They said she was good, but that she could really go somewhere with her drawing. Naturally, she pursued painting instead.

Estelle had heard me walking down the stairs, she turned her head and smiled. at me, pushing back her small round glasses. I couldn't help but smile back. She could make the world bright no matter what the circumstances with that smile. Scrooge himself could not resist. Her eyes were olive green. Light, and a color that was not usually pretty, but she could pull it off.

She came to the door still smiling. "Good morning Flynn, have a good sleep?" she asked. She didn't even seem angry that I had just gotten up.

"Yeah. Thanks Estelle." was all I said. I noticed that unlike the usual, she wasn't wearing ratty painting clothes, but a long black dress, and a necklace with a topaz at the center, with matching ear rings. But she got a bit of a sad look in her eyes when I had called her by name. I needed to cover myself.

"What's the occasion?" I asked. playing a little dumb. Her smile never faded even if she was sad, but mine had. It was sad that I could never call her mom to her face, I don't know why, I just can't.

"Well it is your sister's birthday, so I thought I would dress up a bit. And if there is one thing I like about drawing, it's the lack of mess." Estelle replied, with her thick Itallian accent. I smiled at her, and nodded in agreement.

"Ciao bella!" called the farmiliar voice of Angelo Desmarque AKA: Dad. He walked out of the kitchen and towards Estelle and they met eyes, and they both looked so happy, and so loving. A shining in his blue eyes, and huge smile, and to see Estelles look I would just have to imagine her face with the same look. Angelo had short curly black hair, and roundish face, but a roman nose came out in front of him.

Now to understand why I look so different from my two parents, then you need to know that we are in fact not blood related. Not even me and Lizzy, though we've known each other most of our lives. We we're adopted five years ago, but that's another story. I watched the couple, that still looked as care free as teenagers, kiss. I have to say it was kind of cute. They we're easily the most happy married couple I'd ever seen, and the coolest. I had a cool artist mom, who could name any pop culture reference current and twenty years before she was born, and a university english teacher dad, who could really rock at guitar. Plus they we're just cool parents in general.

"I've gotta go. Angelina needs some help." said Angelo, a little sad.

"Ugh, another boy friend gone? You're sister really needs to learn to hold onto a man." replied Estelle, teasingly.

"Want to give her some pointers?" asked Angelo, smiling at her, and put his arms around her waist. She put her arms around his neck.

"You know how much I would love to, but I have to stay here with the kids." she replied jokingly, but still like she was letting somebody down.

"We can watch ourselves, plus we we're going to head out anyways." I put in. It might be better not to have them both around anyways. Today was... private.

Estelle didn't quite pick that up, but Angelo got it. "Yeah. You'll have your time to smother you're daughter later, let's go to Angelina." he said, trying to convince her to leave.

Estelle got a little panicky, as Angelo playfully pushed her along. She had a worried look on her face, like we would be kidnapped if she weren't there. "Don't hesitate to call, and don't go too far from the house, and-"

"We'll be fine Estelle." I said, chuckling a little, and Angelo joined in. We all knew how protective Estelle was. It was a little needless though, and Angelo knew it too. They had come to the pair five years ago after a "kidnapping", as the police had called it. They we're tough.

Estelle looked at me with tears in her eyes. Now I felt kind of bad. "I love you Flynn, protect Lizzy." she said. I resisted the urge to laugh at the last part of the statement, Liz hardly needed protecting.

"I will. I love you too Estelle." I said. A little forced, but I guess it was true. Or I at least owed her enough to lie. She smiled at me, and my heart hurt a little. Yeah, I lied, I'm pretty sure. I couldn't meet her teary eyes, but she remained oblivious. She was pushed out the door after Angelo gave me a thanking look. It meant a lot to him too. And once they we're gone, I turned around and headed in the direction that Angelo had come. The kitchen. I looked at the clock as I came in the door. 12:06, apparently Lilly's perfect time was finally-

"You're late asshole." said Lilly, sitting in a chair near the door. I pretended like I hadn't nearly jumped up in the air in surprise. It couldn't fool her though, I knew that. I gave her a one over, it had been months since we had last seen each other. She still had long light brown hair running down to about the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her hazel eyes were oddly angry. Who am I kidding, around me that isn't uncommon, but the way she looked at everybody else, with kindness and caring, it was obvious I was one of her pet peeves, but I could live with that. She wore jeans, a pink tank top with a flowers here and there, underneath a denim jacket. A silver butterfly necklace with some sort of crystal imitation on the center, and wings. And for shoes, a pair of plaid converse. Other than that she wore no make up, which wasn't surprising for her. She was my good old Sarah Plain and Tall.

"What did I do this time?" I asked. Lilly glared at me, then stood up. I hate it when she stands up, she makes a point of being just as tall as me, all the time. It's creepy, I have this feeling she is affecting her growth with sheer will power. But she is always as tall as me, no matter what.

"I got a call from Tammy." Lilly replied. "You're as of the end of the school year, which was what, three days ago, ex girlfriend. She screamed at me about how I was a giant flaming bitch for stealing you from her." she continued furiously I could see a sort of fire in her eyes. Something that was common between the two of us. I glanced at the clock. 12:07. Half an hour up, and I have gone through this much bull shit. Admirable isn't it?

"I do not know how she got you're information, I swear, and you have no worry of me being stolen by you. I mean, come on, I can do so much better." I said sarcastically, but evenly. Her glare became more intense.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about Flit! You know why I have a problem with this! Because you did it again! You have to stop drawing these girls in!" she screamed. We had had this fight so many times before that I just stood there, staring at her, not even caring about her calling me Flit, that was actually used in the appropriate context. "You have to stop pretending to love them! You can't just go about with anybody whenever you want!" she continued. That got to me.

"What the hell do you know Lilly! You weren't there! You don't know how I felt about Tamira! And you certainly don't know anything about why I had to leave her!" I screamed, losing my cool. It had been worn down more than usual today, and Lilly just... she had that effect on me. She could make me lose control.

"I fucking know why you had to leave her Flit! Don't say I don't! The date on it's own tells me why! This happens every fucking year! You know why you can't date unless you are absolutely sure! It's too dangerous!" she yelled, our voices ran through the house, I tried to imagine what Lizzy was thinking, but stopped as soon as Lilly stopped her little yelling part, because it was my turn.

"It's been 'too dangerous' for five years now Lilly! We can stop now! It's over! We've let that hell hole rule our lives even after we left it behind us! Why can't we finally just be normal! Like we dreamed of, like we're supposed to be, like why we even left!" I yelled. She slapped me, and my face turned to the window. It was a nice day outside. I turned back to her, and saw a little bit of moisture at the bottom of her eyes. They were now sad eyes, still angry, but hurt as well.

"Don't you dare say that Flynn. Don't you dare. It'll never be safe, and you know it. Gavin should have at least taught you that much." she said, on the verge of sobbing. She wouldn't. She wouldn't let me see her that vulnerable. She covered her face, and I came closer to her, and wrapped my arms around her. She normally wasn't this emotional, but when she was she needed a boost.

"Stop crying. You look more like shit when you do that. And Lizzy needs you to be strong." I told her. This was my special brand of pick me up. Lily understood. "You're right. She said, wiping away what little bit of tearing there was. I heard Lizzy coming down the stairs, and let go of Lilly. Liz rounded the end of the staircase and looked us both. She had obviously heard the yelling, otherwise she would have ran over and greeted Lilly properly, instead she just said. "Ricky called. He's meeting us at the park." Lilly smiled at her sweetly.

"That's great." she said, always happy to see Lizzy. "Shall we go then?" she asked both of us. I knew half of this was an act, but I went along with it.

"Sure, yeah, let's go." I said, grabbing a picnic basket that Angelo had made. I checked to make sure that he had packed some cool Itallian thing. Angelo never disappoints. There was pasta, and some home made real pizza, and the full authentic Itallian deal. Lilly grabbed her own bag.

Lizzy smiled at us, for at least trying to get along. And the three of us headed out the door, all wearing smiles on the gorgeous day in June. We wore smiles for Liz's birthday, but we all secretly frowned internally at the anniversarry we should be celebrating.

(This was supposed to be longer and actually explain some stuff, but I cut it short to post it today. I'll see about getting up a part two for tomorrow, that will basically be the stuff that I was going to add to part two.)

Run Run as Fast as You Can

I like to dream. Well, more remember, remember our victory, a victory five years old. The one I relive over and over in my hand, as it seemed at it's best parts. Our escape, our getaway, our supposed happily ever after. But the lesson they omit from the fairy tales is that there is no happily ever after. There is one fairy tale that shows it the best. My favorite fairy tale because it rings true, and cuts out the bull shit. The gingerbread man. My favorite line is "Run run as fast as you can" because that sums up life. Our life especially, life is a run. It's running away from everything, because there isn't another thing you can do. You just need to keep running and running, for your life, until you slip up, and get gobbled up by the fox.

But I still like to dream. Dream that there is a happy ending. Change the memory so that we didn't go out seperate ways. We stayed together, and stayed a family. That we lost every evidence of that terrible place. That we could just live a normal life, and never look back. I change it to our happily ever after. But I know that there won't be one. Even if we got a long rest, we'll still need to run, and keep running for the rest of our lives. My name is Flit, and this is our run.

My mom has the coolest job ever.

I always thought that the criminal law we all saw in the media, with all the patterns, and all that was just a thing of fantasy, and that nothing was ever quite like that, but recently, I found out that my very on mother, back as a QC (Queen's Counsel, an honorable Prosecutor title) had dealt with a very interesting trials like this. And I have to admit that I was drawn by a game where you held such cases in court to go into law, but now I think I'm legitimately drawn to law as a career. Let me explain the story I heard.

Years ago my mom held a trial against a man who had beaten his girl friend, he had pulled out some of her hair, and she had it in a bag. But she also had a letter saying why she didn't want to press charges. My mother was angry with her by the end of the trial because she was giving her an opportunity to come out, and get this man punished for what he had done. And that my mother couldn't do anything else to help her. So she pointed out the hair, and that nobody without a health problem has this much hair falling out for no reason. But no charges were pressed.

Several years later, a file came across her desk from Ontario. It was the same man, except he was still in Saint John's even though his new girl friend had gone to Ontario. She had had a worse deal than the first. She had been hit and fell into a drum symbol. She lost sight in her right eye, and has a permanent scar from the incident. But she also carried a letter, and upon observation, my mother found that this letter, and the letter from her trial had three of the same sentences, each key sentences in the letter. So they saw fit to pursue the matter. They searched for his other offenses, and they found another girl with a letter with the same three sentences. But the current trial couldn't be ractivated because of late information or something. So they reopened the Saint John's case with the girl my mom had dealt with 4 or 5 years earlier.

She was now married with a child so she was a little scared about the man. But she and the other girl came out about how he had forced them to write the letter and told them what to write, as did the poor girl who fell on the symbol. They had all the evidence they needed so they put him away. Unfortunately though once he was released he did the same to another girl, and she also had a letter, but without the same sentences, so they didn't pursue it.

Anyways, I'm proud to call her my mother, and I hope that some day I can do things like this to help people and give them justice. I want to do my part to make a better world.

What's Up?

So I finally updated the apps on the blog, and nothing much has happened since I last posted.

I've been stuck in work. I have so many projects, and studying with exams right round the corner then France. Yes, France, then Spain then England, and maybe even Italy at some point. I know I should be excited, but I really don't want to go to Europe this summer, but I have to go. I HAVE to go to France. You never say that! France is like Love central, and sterotypically all of the girls are pretty, and it has an awesome climate, and beautiful landscape. But I don't want that, especially not the girls part. Not at all keen on that part at all. (In other words, I love you Aly, and you're beautiful, I was just pointing out one of the general reasons some people go.) I'm not sure why I don't want to go though I mean it's France. We're staying in an appartment by the Eifel Tower for a few days. It's freaking Paris! Nobody doesn't want to go! Here is a kidnap scenario!

"What the hell is going on!?"

"We're kidnapping you."

"Oh hell no! Where are you taking me!?" *struggles*

"We are kidnapping you to France."

"You'll never take me ali- wait, France. Like THE France, the contry?"

"Yes."

"Alright! I've always wanted to go to France! This is going to be awesome!"

"Yeah! I know!"

"France with the pretty ladies, and the- hey wait, where in France are we going?"

"Paris, we'll be staying at an appartment overlooking the Eifel Tower area."

"PARIS! THE PARIS! CITY OF FREAKING LOVE PARIS!? OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO PARIS!"

"Aw man! I know right! That, like the whole gravity of the experience save for the kidnapping is totally just sinking in! I'm going to Paris baby!"

"You- you know what we have to do? We have to try escargot, oh! Oh! And frog legs! Dude we HAVE to!"

"Aw no way man that's gross!"

"Come on! When in Paris man!"

*ponders for a second.* "OK the saying is when in Rome, but still you're right!"

"Alright! But I hope you know that your need to be the smartest guy in the room is very off putting."

"Why do you think I kidnapped you. It's probably also why I'm still alone."

OK, I got a little off track, but you get the point right? I'm really weird for not wanting to tour Europe for a month. I have a feeling though that it's because I doubt I would have interenet connection, and *sniffles* I'll miss you guys.

After a sentemental moment, my new apps. We'll start with the pole. I think I should become more serious about the blog, and I want your opinions.

Next is Flea Market Montgomery. This is pretty much the worst add ever, but still the greatest. It's so bad it's good.

Lastly the picture. This is Virgil Falconer, my first rp character. A character made for Stranded, a desert island rp. It worked for a little bit, but the whole rp went to hell when Cannibles are introduced and some people went in to help the fight including my own Virgil. He was left unconcious in a cave for the cannibles to eat. It was still fun. I had a good time with that rp.

Over and out!

Natty Man.

I haven't posted for a while have I?

Well all that's really happened since I posted was a lot. Tons of stressful school stuff, and shit at school, but since I'm feeling optemistic, I'm going to tell you about how me and Aly got together.

Aly is a regular commenter on the blog, and my girl friend. I was in a relationship with Carls who was on blogger for a short time a few weeks back. And we had drifted apart a bit after two months, but we sort of remained friends. And uh, I'm a mean person, and started liking Aly before we officially broke up, but while we were on not so good terms. This all happening after easter break. About two weeks after me and Carls broke up, I told Aly I liked her, and was kind of surprised to hear that she liked me too. And this is pretty much really old news anyways, so I'll just say that I'm with Aly and loving it, and her. You mean so much to me Aly... sorry for not having more to say on this topic.

In writing news I prepared an exert from the probably abandoned Vendetta. As well as got part way through another exert for a story called Run Run as Fast as You Can. And am thinking of just writing old style story telling, though I doubt it would work too well. I have definetly also stolen some of the idea from Percy Jackson and the Olympians, which by the way had an amazing conclusion, a consistantly awesome series to the end. If I wasn't swamped with home work I might actually do this. Anyways, I'll take it one step at a time, and translate the Vendetta exert from my math book to the computer.

I am also the dady of an egg baby named Annabeth Eve Isabelle Leon, Annabeth from Percy Jackson, and Eve and Isabelle are the names of both my Grandmothers, so I used them as middle names. She's brown.

Nathaniel Leon. He might have ADD. Hopefully Dislexia too. *crosses fingers* (Just for you Calvin.)

My Review of Tales of the Abyss

I have to say that, even though it's a game, and this could get really sad, Tales of the Abyss has had a huge impact on how I see the world. Mainly this reacurring sentence and story theme "Do what you can." I have adopted this as my personal motto. It's the nerdiest thing somebody can do, but I realize it had also once been my motto before for a brief period, after my basement began to flood. I actually used the sentence "Nothing get's done if you don't do it." I just felt like a country bumpkin using that, so I stopped, and now I use this phrase almost daily as advice. Almost all of the time in highschool with all of the drama, and such, people constantly lose hope, or don't know what to do, so my advice is, and most likely always will be "Do what you can." It's the slap everybody needs to get back on their feet.

Actually that "slap" is precisely one of my favorite features of the game. See, the Tales series to me is like an interactive story book, sorry to steal a word of yours John, but it is. You don't play to make headshots, or fool around for a bit, the entire game is focused around getting the characters where they need to go, and seeing what happens next. Of course, you can go wherever the hell you want once you get a plane. More on the plane later. But you can also run around doing other little missions for people, or maybe just explore, but that's straying from the point. See the interactive story thing is normal in most JRPGs (Japanese role playing games) and most of the time you have a self wallowing hero, or some other people regretting their past. In this game, that ain't an option. All emo moments are removed by either insanity or all too quick slaps to the face, both literally and figuratively. This makes me happy, because A) Insane characters are interesting, or amazingly cool. B) I hate emos, and emo moments. Grief can bleed to death in a ditch, it bores me to hell. Partially why some of Buffy the Vampire slayer is a failure. Nyeh nyeh nyeh! Straying from the point! I guess some of this is because pretty much every one of the characters has military ties, the other ones are slapped, slap, slap, slap! I'm a slap happy guy. Also Guy a main character, is immune to emo, because he's just cool like that.

Another reason to love this game is the characters themselves! There's Luke, protaganist, and for the first part of the game, the biggest ass hole the world will know, but he becomes the hopeful emo later.(Not really) He is also heir to the throne of a one of the three nations in the game. Tear, the female lead, is this mysterious girl who comes in randomly to kill Luke's teacher, and not too far along you find out that his teacher is her brother. She is generally cold, and acts like she cares about nothing but stopping her brother. Jade Curtiss, god among men. He is the most childish annoying and greatest man to ever enter my knoledge of pop culture. He is 30 years old, and a lot of the time acts like he's 7, and the mean big brother to all! He is rarely seen mad at something, otherwise he purposely over acts enthusiasm. For anybody in the +Anima rp, he might sound farmiliar, that's because my own Jade character has his style based off of Jade Curtiss. Guy Cesile, and later known as Gailardia Guardios. He is a pretty cool character, and is best friends with Luke. He's the guy who is pretty much always happy, with the exception of his irrational fear of physical contact of any kind with girls, but charms the ladies so easily it's like snapping his fingers. He is generally mature, and throught the game has view debates with Jade, them both being the wisest of the group. Anise, I won't even get into her career, because I don't want to explain that much plot. Basically, she is the 12 or 13 year old guardian of a world leader of roughly the same age. Probably the most proposterous parts of the plot. Anyways, she is a money chaser, constantly seeking rich men to marry, you can imagine what she see's in heir to the throne Luke. But she's only got the truest of intentions at heart. To cap off our characters is Natallia, the princess of Luke's nation. Also Luke's fiancee. Don't worry, Luke is a Duke, not related... Although Luke's mother is the king's sister, so they are cousins. I bet you thought that Luke would end up with Tear, didn't you? There isn't much to Natallia, because she comes late enough in the game that if I go too much further, we enter spoiler land. Anyways, she seems arrogant at first, but she is caring, and passionate, loyal patriotic, and charitable. Okay, maybe there is stuff to her, but I think I broke spoiler point a bit.

Besides that there is HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE variety of characters, including the six god generals, each of which being the nemisis of one of the main characters. Funny thing is, one of the generals is named Major Legretta, anybody want to cover that? Other than Legretta, who is Tear's nemesis, you have Asch, Luke's, Sync, Guy's, Dist, Jade's, Largo, Natallia's, and Arietta, Anise's. But I won't go much farther there.

I think I'm done for now, I might continue this.
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Alright, since there was some interest in this I've provided the opening cinematics to the game, so you can get visual aids for this.

Red hair in white is Luke. Dark brown clothes, and light brown hair is Tear. Jade is the guy with glasses long brownish hair, and in green, he also pulls out a spear. Guy is the blondie with the yellowish orange vest. Natallia is the blond haired girl in the blue with the bow. Anise is short with black hair and has a giant teddy thing. Other and that, Van is the guy with the same color hair as tear and in the navy blue shirt, he's Luke's teacher. And finally, Asch is the orange haired guy in black.

OH! And the cuddly bunny thing is Mieu, the highly abused pet.

OK, so anyways, I think it's time to move onto game play. There are some things that I think should be considered flaws, but really I don't mind. One of them is the amount of time you need to spend going from place to place. This is really only later in the game though. Early in the game, when you're sent somewhere, you'll need to walk to that place, and something significant happens. But once you get the AlbioreII, a plane, you can go anywhere really quickly, flying the plane, one of the highlights of the game for me. It's so fun to fly over the entire world. :) Sorry, I like flying in games, one of my more favored activities. So yeah the flying is a plus, but the problem is, is that you go to places a lot more often and nothing happens. Like eventless places. In fact there is a chunk of the game where you won't be in any dungeons, or fighting any monsters or anything, just flying from one place to another, and as much as I tried to be annoyed with it, I really didn't mind.

Another thing that slows down game time, is skits. They are annoying, because they normally come in strings after an event. But they are optional, so I can't really complain. And as much as I hate it, I love skits. They are little most of the time, pointless conversations between characters, showing personal views, or just having fun. It really helps you love the characters more. But when you're in a volcano and you get a string of them, you think "Ugh another one!" but you always end up watching the skit because you don't want to miss the funny conversations.

And finally, the battle system. The Tales series has the best battle system ever. Tales of the Abyss keeps this battle systeme, but they add in a bunch of tedious things that I never needed before, that just makes battle complicated. Basically, you are in a circular battle field, with you and three team mates. You battle the enemies you're up against, normally starting with the closest one. Like, say I have a lizard in front of a wolf, I'll attack the lizard, because it the game chose the one closest to me. I can change my opponent, and even set my team mates to all attack the same guy. Other than that, you move on a line from your opponent, but you can always hold down the free run button to run around the battlefield the way you want. A lot of people say "Oh it's all just button mashing, you don't need any skill" but those are also the people who will end up dying. Which is actually a lot harder in this game than most of them. You really need to learn to know when to attack, dodge, block, run away, use items, I even needed to change all of my moves for a boss, because I had a fraction of a second of vunerability while using them. So you also need to know what moves to equip and when! Not only that, but they through in several different features too, like, now you're ememies can sneak up on you, and certain moves leave energy fields, that if used correctly can give you a special move, but only with certain moves, and overlimit, which allows you to not flinch when attacked but only after you beat something up enough, and capacity cores that enhance your abilities, but you need to be able to read a chart to determine how to use them. Plus your AD skills, which I still have no idea what they are, but that they help me somehow. And your special move called a Mystic Arte, and it took me a whole chunk of time to learn how to use it, and it apparently goes into overlimit, but you can only use it while preforming certain moves. And you need to keep track of your twenty or so different kinds of stats. It's frustrating all of the stuff you need to remember for just one section of the game. But the thing is, you don't need to remember it. You can go on through the entire game by being ignorant to it. I boiled down my equipment buying to if it costs more, it's better, and capacity cores all have names, so I just chose the ones that sounded farmiliar to my origional ones, and I just ignored my AD skills. So all in all, you don't need any of that extra stuff.

And then there is Mieu. He becomes a character early on, and his only purpose besides being cute, is that you can use him in dungeons to advance. You get many powers to use outside of battle for them, but I made it through the game with two. The ability to tackle things to destroy them or make them drop treasure, and the ability to shoot fireballs. Those are all you need for the entire game, both of which you are just given. Apparently there is the ability to fly, and shoot gusts, and there are probably three others, but you only need the those two. Mieu fire, and Mieu attack.

Overall, it's flaw is that some of it was overdone. But it makes up for that by just being fun in general, and an amazing cast of characters, plus a brilliant storyline, and great philosophy. It's made it to my list of favorite games. It's a really great story.

Fair and Square

Random quote by me.

The people who say life isn't fair, are the people who don't want to give people a fair chance.

Over and out!

Nathaniel.

Oh hey! See my new sign off phrase! Yeah, yeah you did.

I need to get more creative, or something.

I'm thinking of updating pictures and such, but I need a story to occupy my time. I was thinking of getting back to Silver, since people seemed to like the idea, but I'm not sure. I have several ideas actually.

Vendetta

Astrologists

And there was totally another one, but it was either a fan thing, or I ripped it off of something, which sums up the majority of my rejected ideas. The fan stuff might make it to rps though. Alright, I'll explain both ideas.

Vendetta was spawned from me really liking the word, and so I searched it. My results were an Italian right to kill one who killed your friend or family in a fair fight. This was of course around Shakespear time, and Vedetta actually took effect in Romeo and Juliet, when Tybsy kills Merc Cutio. Sorry, I make up my own names for the characters. So Romeo kills the radio star... I mean Tybalt. (Obscure eighties music reference away!) So my idea was that it's the story of a kid who has his home attacked by a feuding family, so he takes the right of Vendetta on them, but takes it to the extreme by hiring mercenaries to surround the other family's house so he can go kill the people who killed his family. Mainly a horror story, and it will not be told from the point of view of the kid, who will be like 16, and was married, settin' the time there, and his wife was killed as well as his family, and possibly friends. It will most likely be told from the point of view of the daughter of the house who is being murdered, and is running around their mansion with her douche of a fiancee. Needless to say, that both will probably die. So after all that, it might just be about a feud, because that is the other meaning of the word. Oh, and that isn't the official plot, but it's the one I'm leaning towards. Sorry I just want to have a story with the word Vendetta as a title.

Then Astrologists, name is not complete, is about an alternate history, or similar history, that is basically the same, with the exception that arts known as astrology are like magic. The magic uses stars and patterns and such to be able to shoot fire balls out of your bare hands, or other similar things, like laser blasting the crap out of somebody. Of course they are all based on actual astrology, like the chinese astrology involving the five elements of Fire Water Earth Wood and Metal. This will probably be called eastern astrology at some point, because I can't seem to find a form of astrology that fits the bill quite as well for Asia. I just need a good historical war or probably just make one up. Anywho, those are the two of them.

I found a huge rp that takes up an entire forum. You can buy ninja stars on the forum. I don't know if they are for flame wars or something, but it's pretty odd. Anyways, if you want to try it out, it's in the makings, I'll need to find the adress, but it's fantasy stuff, so yeah, check it out.

Other than that... I found my cell phone, yay!

Keep on rocking!

Nathaniel.

A long awaited update on my life.

In the time since my last update, I found a perfect girl friend, other stuff far less significant than Carls happened, and now I'm having a home coming. St.John's is awesome! And my time in it is a little less so. Not that I've had a bad time, it's just that all the amazing times are ruined by whenever I meet somebody I used to know, I always get asked "So is your family here?" or "Where's your family?" or anything along those lines. Which pisses me off, because it's like saying, "Hello person who is close to much more important people, where are these people? Oh, it is only you. Now you depress me with your presence." I hate that. In fact, one of my relatives specifically asked for my brother, who is in freaking france. I mean, you know how offended I am!? I'm Nathaniel John Issac fucking Leon! I spent like fifteen years of my life (for family) with you, and you can't even pretend that having me visit alone is at least a little exciting! So after all that, I got to help my baby cousins with their easter egg hunt. They are so cute! And I love punching them!... With a sockum bopper... onto pillows... to be fair they love it. The younger of the two is actually better behaved than the older one. She's a little trouble maker. And one of the best parts is that they love to hug.And now I have spent much of my days killing zombies, or aliens at friends houses.

KEEP ON ROCKING! (Y'all.)

A quick summary of the rest of the Silver series.

Alright, I have had a lot of comments on this. I think the story for Silver was pretty good, but I just don't feel into the story anymore. Kind of lost intrest when I fell for Carls. Still, it's a sacrafice I was more than willing to make. I didn't know how to continue, and I wasn't quite depressed enough to write my depressing story. Long story short, gang of werewolves, gang of vampires. Shit happens, they find out how they are made, in certain cases of death, if you are deemed worthy, you turn into one of them. I also didn't have any plans for the second chapter besides walk around being a depressing prick, who finds a little girl, who later on turns out to be a reletive of his past life. Bladdy bla, the obvious fore shadowing in the start shows that a vampire buddy takes him away from the wolves who betray him or some crap, he starts staying with an old werewolf, studying something under him, then there was probably going to be a sequal called Blood, where it continues fromt the point of view of the Vampire who helped him, who is also somewhat depressing, and meets a girl who falls in love with him or something. Once again pasts come up, girl finds out vamp boy was her arranged fiancee past life style, she also finds out how to become a vampire, takes her chances and kills herself. Boy finds out he loved her, then she's reborn a werewolf, under the name Ash, (pheonix, hint hint.) he becomes even more depressing, while a PI gets on the trail of the gangs. Viewpoint switches to the PI, and the third part of the series, Fire starts, I belive. After that everything goes to a flaming pile of ass, where the first protaganist ends up defeating an old foe, with magic daggers, or something, and then the old werewolf's old buddy comes up, then stuff happens, and they all, either die, or live happily ever after, I haven't decided.

Sneak Peak!: Silver.

In this city of stone, in this city where the creations of man touch the sky. In this metropolis, where the humans know no bounderies to further themselves, but the cost to the world is not seen. In this Falcon City, cultural center of the country of Aves, and possibly the world, there is war. No war like man has ever seen. No war that any man would be able to fight. A war that reaches into the metaphorical underground of the city. A war between those closer to gods than we know. A war between Werewolves, and Vampires. And a new, and tide turning piece is about to enter this war.

Date: Monday, June 8th, 2009.
Time: 1:18 AM.
Location: Unknown.

Where am I! Thought Nicholas as he pushed his way through brambles, and over growth. A damp foggy air surrounded him every way he looked. The trees seemed to be extremely old, as their branches barred the way to the sky, leaving Nicholas without any knowledge of direction. All he knew was that he was heading forwards, and until he found out where he was, that would need to be enough. "HELP!" he cried, once more, as his voice became rougher each time he yelled. "SOMEBODY PLEASE! I'M LOST!" his call raspy. He coughed into his sleve. "I need to find some water." he muttered.

Nicholas slowed his pace slightly. He was very tired. It felt like he had been wandering for hours, but he could only remember the last few minutes of walking. He staggered with exhaustion, wondering if he would ever find his way home. Come on Nick. You'll never make it if you don't try. And if you try your hardest, I have no doubt in my mind you'll find your way. "Oh how delightful." Coughed Nicholas. "Now I'm halucinating." he continued, his voice cracking. His mother's voice still rang in his ear. Come on now Nick! You can do it! she continued. Nicholas snorted. With exhaustion weghing down, his foot steps became uneven, and Nicholas fell to the damp earth. The wetness seeped through his clothes, and drenched them. He tried to struggle up, but he fell once more. There was a tree not far away, so he began to haul himself towards it. The sharp rocks and twigs tore at him, and left him with cuts. He tried to wail in pain, but no sound came from his mouth, with his toungue as dry as a desert. He came to the tree, and began to claw at the bark, hoisting himself up. He looked down on his body to see the damage. He had cuts speckling his chest and legs, some oozing crimson blood. Nicholas balanced himself on a tree and looked for some exit.

As he looked he saw a clearing, and even better, from that clearing he heard rushing water. "Finally." his voice came out so soft it was almost inaudible. He staggered from tree to tree, pushing himself towards the clearing, and the stream. It was so close he could almost feel the cool soothing water roll down his throat. He panted, but a smile remained on his face. As he came out of the clearing he practically fell over to the stream, and started drinking handfulls of water.He was in the middle of drinking when he heard something moving through the undergroath. He looked up from his hands to stare into golden eyes. A growl rumbling from the throat of the black beast in front of him. "Wolf." said Nicholas under his breath and jumped backwards. He landed on his bottom, and started to crawl backwards, constantly muttering "No no no no no..." The great black wolf continued forwards, until he hit something behind him. He craned his head upwards to see yet another wolf, smaller than the first but huge in size. He had a bright orange pelt. Nicholas looked around and saw that the wolves were surrounding the clearing. The black wolf stepped back and joined the circle, as did the orange pelted wolf. Nicholas staggered for the center of the clearing. "HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!" he cried out. The wolves circled him, each of their eyes filled with hatred. Nicholas waited, and the wolves circled. It felt as if time was standing still. As if they he had spent years waiting. And then, in a flash, all of the wolves turned and lunged at Nicholas.

Nicholas closed his eyes, and suddenly he felt like he was far above the ground. He heard yowls of anger from the wolves, but their voices were slipping away. He opened his eyes, and looked down. He saw the clearing falling, but he stayed where he was. No, the clearing wasn't moving, he was! He looked up and saw a giant bat carrying him away. And for some reason, he felt no threat from the bat. He felt, safe. For once, since he entered found himself in the dark forest he felt a ease.

(More to come soon!)

I have possible kidney problems.

Well if the title wasn't a dead givaway. I might have serious kidney problems. I'm having an ultra sound date set up, and blood work too. Personally I think it's nothing, but I could be wrong. We'll let the doctors decide.

Other than that nothing much has happened. My socials mark has gone up by 35 marks, yay! My secret is nivea for men (can I have my money now?). Also I now fear public speaking, right before speeches in school. So that sucks.

But hey, life sucks from time to time. Gotta think positive and focus on the good stuff. But then your also an idiot for thinking everything is all right. You can't just not worry for your entire life, because then you don't realize when your life is going down hill. So my advice is to think about the good stuff, but don't let the bad stuff out of your sight.

KEEP ON ROCKING!

Nathaniel.

I'm a working man! (No, not a male prostetute. Sorry to disapoint Coady.)

I have a job! And I work for moneys! 12.50 an hour! Doing almost nothing!

I now work at a ski lodge not far from my house. It's an awesome job, because I handle rentals, which means that I sit in the rentals area, and read, while I wait for people who come in after paying to rent skis. I hook them up with skis, which is really easy, and then they go! It's freaking sweet!

Well, sometimes I do some ski lodge maitnance, like getting firewood, or making sure the ski poles are in the right place, but that's about it. Also, I work for 4-5 hours a day, on saturdays and sundays, but I didn't do anything then anyways, so it doesn't matter. Other than that my boss, and co workers are all nice, so that's awesome, in fact, my boss suggested I bring along a book, or any form of entertainment.

So now I'm employed, and make up from 50 to 100 bucks a week, and it's great. I'm also on a roll for beting my older brother. I got a job before him, I became taller than my dad before him, and have probably also done other stuff too that I just can't remember right now.

Keep on rocking!

Nathaniel.

WANNA WRASTLE!?

I don't actually wanna wrastle you. Instead, I'll tell you the meaning of life. I have known it for years now, and have proposed the idea before, and during a conversation todayI was told it was a breakthrough, and that I should write a book about it. So, here goes, the meaning of life is....... *Drumroll.* Oh, wait, sorry, I'm not alowed to tell you. Sorry everybody!

Onto other things. Life in lab city is OK, I guess. We had a bit of group break up going around. Mitchell was thrown out of the group, a decision I don't really agree with. And the anime kids, because of a lack of better names, is split in two. It was a shame, they were always tight. So now the whole balance is thrown out of order, and now anime group A stole our spot at the lunch tables, and I might just join them, after I atone for my act of self defence, by punching Megan's cousin in the stomach after he pushed me over. I kind of deserved something like that, but not being pushed over. So I am caught in a dilema. Even though Coady can be an ass, he's a funnyish guy, and I like Andrew's company, he's more intellegent, and you can actually talk to him without being called a faggot. While Anime group A has my friend, though she's pissed at me about the cousin thing, Megan, who is friendly with Andrew, and intellegent, plus she's pretty much the only one who can recognize me as a decent human being in Lab City. But then there is Mitchell, who is acting like a real victim, and hates my guts, I'm pretty sure. But I don,t think that's fair to me, because I have more of a reason to hate him than he does to hate me, even though I have poked fun at him, and apologized, but my weakness of sounding srcastic when I'm not is thrown on. I hate that.

I've been rambling too long. Anyways, I do actually have the meaning of life hidden away in my pocket, but I don't like giving away the answer, so I'll leave you with this.

Ask yourself what you live for?

The Alley Cats Gang link.

For all ye interested in joining the new blog, I'm putting up a link here, so that you can see the blog.

http://thealleycatsgang.blogspot.com/

If your interested, check it out!

KEEP ON ROCKING!

Nathaniel.

The Alley Cats.

Well, I'ma starting a new blog. YAY! But for all you dog lovers, it's about cats. BOO! I've been thinking about doing this for a while, and finally decided to see if it was worth my time.

Basically, the blog is about you (Yes, Ben, I MEAN YOU!) sorry, just wanted to scare all the Bens out there. Anyways. It's blog style posts through your fictional cat character. Say you want to have fun, and talk about how Buttons the cat had this totally weird cat nip trip, totally acceptable. Or maybe that time that Brushetta drank sour milk, and ended up barfing behind that one Chinese place out back, then the chef started beating her with a broom. Or maybe if Bernard had this hairball that made him cough so much, Bianca tried using the himelick manoeuvre, and how Bernard thinks that he was making a move on her (You read correctly.)

Whatever you want, get creative with it. I don't know, it might actually be fun.

OH OH! Or maybe even that time when Basho was watching Star Wars with his Owner Beth, and she just didn't get what the hell all the other guys were talking about, but the big furry one was saying suggestive things, that she thinks were out of place.

If you want to join in, just say so in the comments page.

KEEP ON- I'm not crazy, I swear.

Nathaniel.

So i was in the park when suddenly...

I'm entering a depression... I think. I just really hate the place I moved to is all, and I want to be home again. I'm actually starting to forget how certain people make me feel back home. Except you John, because you Skype me a lot. It sucks. It kind of hit hard when somebody asked me about school dances, or dances in general. I don't know why, but despite the fact that I have never been to a school dance, I have strong memories of them. Well, more like the repercussions of the next morning. The gossip of the night before, what happened and such. But one thing I do know, is that I hate them. Well, dances in general. I have been to those, and it is one of the most terrible things to endure, ever. I remember on my last visit to Saint John's I was at a dance, and I ended up (as always) in the corner, wishing I wasn't there, and that I was in the closest thing to home I had at the time, a cramped hotel room. Sole source of entertainment, my sister's copy of Twilight.

Here's a tip for knowing rock bottom. When you end up wanting to read Twilight, as a heterosexual male, and not even at the part where James comes in (shine on you crazy diamond) your there.

But for something of seemingly little value, it was of great importance. The concept of dance. I actually shed a tear, or six. All I know is that it was less than ten. I understand how important this is to the family, and our income, but to be tortured for money is even more unappealing than it sounds.

Depression is an annoyance. Almost more than Waldo. Whenever I find him he's always escaped and hidden again on the next page! I'm going to update pictures and stuff soon, and then there will be cake.