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                                                                                  That morning, Cameron had wrapped them self up in their blanket like burrito and didn't dare to move. It took their mom, their dad, and then finally their sister to drag them out. Now - while their mother had taken a gentler approach, and their father had gone for the slightly annoyed approach - Sukey had literally dragged Cameron out of bed, pulling by the feet and nearly banging their head against the edge of the bed frame. It was an adventure to say the least. An even greater adventure when Cameron refused to get dressed.

                                                                                  One yelling match and pile of clothing later, Cameron was ready. At least physically.

                                                                                  Throughout the day, Cameron had just been dragging them self through their classes. They hadn't even eaten lunch. They skipped and sat patiently outside their third period class, waiting for the door to open. And when it did, Cameron was happy that the class before was taught by a different teacher. With a quiet thank you, Cameron had taken their usual seat and began to impulsively snap that rubber-band against their wrist. Soon the usually white skin had turned a deep shade of red.

                                                                                  Cameron was intently focused on the sound of snapping that they hadn't even noticed the bell ring and the sound of footsteps as the rest of the class walked in and took their seats.

                                                                                  Cameron only turned around when they felt their hair being pulled. They gave a soft smile to Sukey, appreciating her way of trying to calm Cameron down.

                                                                                  The hand on their shoulder made Cameron jump a bit, but they understood what their classmate, Ana was trying to do. They were in the same kind of boat.

                                                                                  "Thanks," Cameron said quietly, offering a small smile.

                                                                                  And at the sound of Jeremy's voice, Cameron shifted their attention and gave another smile. At least everyone was trying, but there was still that little voice in the back of Cameron's head, saying that something was off.

                                                                                  "I wish I could believe that," Cameron laughed, but they did feel their nerves diffusing a little bit.

                                                                                  The things that were admitted in those letters. All the things Cameron had said to the person talking with them in those letters. Never once had Cameron corrected the gender pronouns used because it might give away who they were, but everything else was told in those letters. All the feelings of pent up inferiority and lack of trust and growing up, being told who Cameron should be, absolutely everything was written down.



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                                                                              x》 》 ❛ THEY TRY TO SAVE ME x BUT I'M TOO FAR x Gx Ox Nx E
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                                                                                  xAND x YOU x WANT x TO x CHANGE x ME x BUT x IM x ON x MY x OWN

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                                                                      Sukey was not happy to say the least, and her face clearly showed it. She hadn't been okay since being told last friday that her pen-pal wouldn't be anonymous anymore.

                                                                      After her teacher revealed the "forgotten" minor detail, half the class went into uproars - displaying their anger and betrayal quite boldy. It was an array she had never expected to see. It wasn't the class who surprised her though. She expected that sort of behaviour if it ever came down to it, she just didn't know for what circumstance. Anyways, back to her point. Sukey never expected to see Cameron with their fist clenched and wild-eyed, as if murder seemed like a valid option in her mind. It was almost amusing to Sukey thinking back now. Cameron was so quiet and gentle with everyone and everything, and to see such person so heated was funny.

                                                                      But here we are - monday afternoon, third period. It's just after lunch. Sukey slammed her locker shut, and as she weaved her way through the masses of people, she chewed on the inside of her cheek nervously. She had split her guts in those letters. Her pen-pal knew the ins and outs of her because she thought letting her guard down for a second would be okay if they didn't know who was inside the suit of armor. She had been wrapped in anonymity - reveled in it because it was so freeing. Now it's being thrown back in her face. Her mind ventured into multiple situations. She went back and forth between who was on the other side of the letter and how they would react. Usually her mind made every outcome end negatively. This weekend - trying to cope with the idea of being unmasked as bottled-up ******** - she added a few lines to her upper thigh.

                                                                      Three months clean gone down the drain because she was scared.

                                                                      Naturally though, she kept that to herself.

                                                                      Sukey walked into class, taking her usual seat just behind Cameron - who was naturally already there, snapping a rubber-band against their wrist because that was something their therapist told them to do when they felt an urges.

                                                                      I should really try that some time, Sukey thought before pulling at Cameron's braid and smiling to see if it would help shake off any nerves.

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                                                            There was this dull throbbing at the side of Ulric's skull from something he thought of as distant. Something that happened that he couldn't quite remember. There were bits and pieces being raked together slowly, but this feeling that came with it was like metal scraping against a sidewalk. It was irritating to say the least. Then in a sudden final sweep of his brain, the memories formed an entire sequence of events.

                                                            He had been at home, waiting patiently for his father to come home. Today was the day. Upstairs was all of his things packed up and ready to go the second everything was over with. People can only deal with pain for so long. They can only take being treated like a punching bag for so long before they finally snap. They either kill them self or kill the source of the problem.

                                                            Ulric had decided to go with the latter. It wasn't hard to get into his dad's cabinet in his bedroom. The lock was easy to pick if you took the time. In his hands, he had gotten a fully loaded pistol. He did one practice shot that morning to make sure his aim was decent enough to land in the general area he pointed to. All that was left was to point it at the actual person.

                                                            Naturally, when the doorbell rang, Ulric was annoyed and unfriendly. Someone had to interrupt a most momentous occasion. The climax to his life story. Someone had to get him out of a zone he was scared to even venture into in the first place. And now because of this person at the door, he would have to do it a second time. It wasn't something he hadn't prepared for.

                                                            He contemplated ignoring the bell, but the third time the bell went, Ulric finally got up. The last thing he remembered was opening the door and seeing a girl standing there. There was nothing after that.

                                                            Ulric mulled over the possibility that he had died or was knocked out and just didn't remember his dad getting home to do it. He wiggled his toes, then his fingers. He sighed. As long as he could move, he could leave.

                                                            It was probably a good five minutes between him waking up and actually opening his eyes to look at his surroundings.

                                                            He was in some sort of underground, sprawled out on the floor. There were vines and roots growing through the ceiling and there were others. There were people on the floor around him and people standing around them. He recognized one of the girls as the one at his door. His mood immediately turned hostile. How dare she take him away from his last mission? He was ready to kill his dad. He was ready for closure, and all she did was take him away like a coward. Like a child who wasn't strong enough to overpower the big tough adult. Ulric was perfectly capable of handling himself.

                                                            "Where's my dad?!" he bellowed, pointing an accusing finger at the girl. "Where the ******** am I?! Did you ******** kidnap me, you ******** sicko?!"



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                                                                              Alec leaned back against his chair, watching the passing streets as the bus drove and drove and drove. He was excited, maybe. Worried, probably. He didn't know exactly what he felt, but it was something that made his stomach hurt -- he just wasn't sure if it was in a good or bad way. He liked the idea of meeting their sister coven and getting to know young ladies of his age. He was sick of being surrounded by dudes all the time. Girls were funner and more appealing to him in more ways than one. However, in that sister coven was his actual sister who he hasn't seen for three years who he knew wasn't happy about the arrangement because that's who she was and it was ingrained into her being to hate him.

                                                                              Alec sat up as the bus slowed down to a stop. Time to figure out how he really felt.

                                                                              He climbed off the bus without muttering a word to his fellow warlocks and went around to the side to get his bags out from under the bus. He only packed what he needed that which consisted of clothing, hygienic things to combat natural guy smell, books, and a small bottle of liqueur for any time he needed to be alone in his room and away from what would surely cause a disaster or two.

                                                                              Looking at the house's exterior, he could just feel all of the future accidents and mishaps waiting to happen. The emotion and thoughts radiating off of the people inside were enough to give him a throbbing headache. Sometimes he wished he could turn off his own powers, but they were sadly consistent for the most part. He had to focus on something that wasn't so aggravating, but there was just too much all at once.

                                                                              Alec rubbed his temple as he approached the door. It felt like he was having a premonition in the form of a headache of what was to come from staying at this house.

                                                                              He knocked on it tentatively before trying the doorknob. It was surprisingly opened. Alec pushed it open and walked inside, dragging his bags behind him. He looked at all the lovely women in the room, momentarily hesitating on the head of blue hair that used to be the same colour as his. He smiled brighter, letting his bag stand on his own for a bit. He thought about giving each of the girls a handshake, but he didn't want to be too formal around them. They were already being forced to live together and he didn't want to push it.

                                                                              “It's a pleasure to meet all you lovely ladies. I'm Alec Heatherthorn. I hope it's not much of a bother to have us all under such sad and unforeseen circumstances,” he said, grabbing the handle of his bags.

                                                                              He was genuinely pleased now, he knew. Girls had a way of making things better when they were around. That was probably just because he was a straight guy who had spent way too long in an all-guys house prior to now.

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                                                                                      A year ago...

                                                                                      Jesse was sitting in the hallway, relaxing. He was talking to a guy. He was cute, giddy – a pretty little thing. And Jesse was his charming self, relaxed and really not expecting anything unusual for the rest of the day. He was only prepared for spending an afternoon on uneventful events to pass time. Maybe he would learn a song on his guitar. Maybe he would finish that book he was reading. Who knew.

                                                                                      He didn't sit down and talk to someone, expecting to pass some time before he threw himself into a fight. No. That was stupid to suggest. What kind of idiot does that?

                                                                                      “What are you kids up to?” he heard a guard say to group of elementary school kids, but it was the way this officer said it that made Jesse turn his head and watch.

                                                                                      When none of the kids answered, the guard got a little hostile. This guard's name was officer Sullen. He was notorious for bothering other civilians. He seemed to get a sick joy out of taking the piss on the people he had a level of power over that couldn't be disrespected.

                                                                                      “I asked you a question,” he said. “I expect an answer.”

                                                                                      The children were visibly uncomfortable. None of them spoke, but one let out a cry when the guard grabbed him by the arm and demanded he speak.

                                                                                      Jesse was on his feet. He felt a tug at his sleeve and ignored it. All he needed was one more reason to get involved and he got it in the form of the kid crying when Sullen wouldn't let go after being told he was hurting him.

                                                                                      “The kid asked you to let go,” he said, walking over and physically removing the guard's hand off of the child. The group of kids ran off the second they could. If they hadn't, this situation may have gone differently.

                                                                                      “I also asked him a question and he didn't answer.”

                                                                                      “But is it necessary to be an a** when you clearly were scaring them already?”

                                                                                      Jesse squinted his eyes. He pretended he didn't notice Sullen shift his hand over where his gun was until the last second when it was pointed at him. His mom had once told him he was a fighter like his dad. She had said it would get him in trouble one day if he didn't learn to pick and choose his fights right.

                                                                                      “Say one more word, Brennan, and I'll send you to the emergency room.”

                                                                                      “Word.”

                                                                                      In a swift and fluid movement, Jesse knocked the gun out of the officer's hand. It slid across the room with the tooth he knocked out next.

                                                                                      Present day

                                                                                      He held onto his seat tightly. He was excited, to say the least. Nobody had been on the ground for almost 300 years and he was going to be one of the first ones back. He was going to be able to breath fresh air and know what it was like to eat something that wasn't made in a lab. He would feel the wind chill his skin and the dirt beneath his feet. Most of all, he would be as far as possible as he could from space and the tyrannical government that kept the guard who wanted to shoot him out of prison and kept him in it.

                                                                                      He was ******** free.

                                                                                      The landing was the best. It was rocky and hurt his back, but he could have cared less. He was on his feet and out the door as soon as the door was open.

                                                                                      He watched the blue-haired girl, Kira curiously. From what he heard, she was part of the reason any of them were sent. She should be the most excited, but she was holding something and her body was rigid.

                                                                                      Jesse found himself at her side and took the sharp point out of her hand.

                                                                                      “Well, ********]

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                                                          All Kira wanted to do was take off and stay as far away as she could from the house she would have to live in. That's it. That's all she wanted. Was that so much to ask for?

                                                          Of course, transferring her luggage through her shadow portals was great. It saved a lot of time. That was if it worked, which she hoped it did because she trusted her power enough to send over a majority of her wardrobe. If hadn't worked, she was screwed.

                                                          Watching the sun set from behind the house put her at an ease. The night was her time. After exhausting her power during daylight, she was significantly happier for the regeneration of power. She wouldn't have to worry about overdoing it. At night, she was at the will of the dark. It was her element.

                                                          She created a small shadow figure, animating and solidifying it to look like a stuffed rabbit with the ability to walk on two feet. To avoid any extra work, she connected the doll to her fingers with thin strands of shadow and controlled it's movements ahead of her.

                                                          She smiled cockily to herself, marveling at the way it's legs moved in fluent motions and the way it's long ears flopped behind it as if it were alive. Perhaps she would keep this one around to entertain herself. She quite liked it for some reason. It was the one thing she could control in her unfortunate circumstance.

                                                          She flicked her wrist and a dark figure arose, opening the front door to the house for her. It vanished quickly though when she entered.

                                                          At first, she didn't notice the other people lobbying around. She was too busy watching her little puppet. At that point, she decided it was stable enough to walk on it's own accord. She released it from her control and the small shadow of a rabbit immediately ran to her leg, tugging at her pants.

                                                          She looked up then, and the smile on her face quickly disappeared when she saw members of the Sanguivorous family. Members she really didn't want to see. The thought of merely living in the same house was enough to make her last meal want to go back up the way it came.

                                                          "You've got to be ******** kidding me,"
                                                          she said, not daring to hide the severe anger she was experiencing.


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