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Snow. Oh, how much Caroline hated snow. She hated the cold overall; and snow was just an addition to all that. Caroline preferred the warm sun, and she preferred that fuzzy comfy feeling you get once you move in close on a fireplace. So, when she got off of the plane that had flew her all the way from her mother's place to her hometown, also the place where she was going to spend winter, she wasn't exactly thrilled to see sheets of white snow everywhere. At least she was going to be home with Spencer and her dad again, though. That was always a plus, no matter how much Spencer bugged her. Caroline did feel slightly guilty leaving them to go away to stay with her mother, but the fact that she hated her hometown overpowered that guilt and made her leave, anyways. Okay, maybe it wasn't the fact that she hated her hometown, it honestly wasn't all that bad (minus the snow and the freezing cold), the main reason Caroline decided to leave was because she had no intentions of being around him-- her ex boyfriend. Mayson had totally dumped her for no reason at all. When Caroline demanded to know why, she never got the answer she wanted.

Out of total anger and hate, Caroline packed her bags and booked a flight to her mother the next week. The last thing she wanted was to stay around and see his stupid little face anymore, it'd remind her of the fact that she had been left for no good reason at all. Was there even a reason why he left her? What was wrong with her, anyways? It wasn't like she was ugly, and Caroline certainly wasn't overweight. Sure, she wasn't supermodel material, but she definitely wasn't the ugliest girl out there in the world. Still, whatever the reason that her ex-boyfriend had dumped her for, he never did tell her in the end. But that was okay, Caroline had learned to get over him-- her feelings for him pretty much died away, but she never really did get over the fact that she was pissed at him. The hate and the grudge never seemed to left Caroline. She swore to herself that she'd tear him apart from limb to limb if she ever saw him again. Okay... so maybe not from limb to limb, but she was definitely going to be quite sassy.

On the bright side, Caroline was back home, now. It wasn't that bad at her mother's, but her life was so much plainer there. Her grades did improve, though, seeing as Caroline hadn't made much friends in the small amount of time, and she often stayed home to work on like homework and projects. After all, there was really no dates or late night parties to attend, so there wasn't anything else to do but stay home and study or watch television. Though, now she was home, and Caroline planned to party and have fun. That was what she seemed to love about "home". Caroline had grown up with her friends here, and they had been really close before she left. She also got to see Spencer again. It was true, rumor had it, they bickered way too much for their very own good, but deep down, Caroline would give her life away just so he'd be okay. He'd better do the same for her, too.

Caroline had already been back for about a week by now, and her return had been pretty busy. She was out and about pretty much at everywhere, reuniting with old friends again, and meeting new ones, too. She did a lot of shopping and a lot of visiting, and attended a few parties. Truth was, Caroline missed "home", with her old friends that she had grown up with. Oh, and her dad... and okay, Spencer, too. The point was, Caroline had been enjoying herself quite a great ever since she arrived. It made her a little bit sad that she was going to go back to her mother again in a few more weeks. However, every time Mayson was mentioned, it only made Caroline more determined to ditch the place. Man, she really needed to learn how to forget and forgive.

Speaking of Mayson, there was some sort of Christmas party that was going on today, and Caroline was surprised to see Mayson. She was more angry than surprised, though. Fortunately for Mayson, he didn't approach Caroline, which was definitely a good thing. If Mayson had even walked within a two feet radius of Caroline, she would've given him hell. After a relationship that nearly lasted a year, he decides to dump her, with no explanation at all. But instead of walking over there and pounding his head violently in like Caroline dreamed of doing for so many weeks, she calmly walked away and continued to have fun at the party.

Though the party might have had been fun earlier, it was over now and nothing could be worse than this. And by "this", I mean everybody at the party already gone except for seven others, which, one of them was Mayson. And what was worse was that Spencer had to be here, too. Mayson already drove Caroline crazy, yet Spencer had to be an addition to that. Spencer had been getting on Caroline's nerves all day for some reason. They decided to get to the party together in the same car, and apparently Caroline taking forever to get ready wasn't acceptable. They had a pretty unnecessary argument in the car, and the subject of the argument was changed once they started fighting over the radio. Spencer won, though, since it was his car. Oh, and that wasn't all that was bad about Spencer. It was his fault that Caroline was stuck in the cabin until the snow storm died out, anyways! If he wasn't such an a*****e and suggested that the two of them leave before the blizzard storm blew over, then Caroline wouldn't even be in this mess. Instead of being trapped here with her stupid ex-boyfriend and a few other people, Caroline could be at home right now, enjoying her stay. But nooo, Spencer had to be so irresponsible as in not to take note of the weather and decide to leave first. So therefore, all this mess could have been unnecessary if it weren't for him.

But I guess that even through this mass of craziness and misfortune, there was one good thing in there. Cohen. He seemed to be one of the many things that Caroline missed when she left. The boy definitely carried the definition of a 'friend', seeing as he was always there for her when she needed him. When she didn't need him... that was another case. Well, he was still a good friend, but they would bag on each other like there was no tomorrow. Still, he was quite a charmer and Caroline would admit to only a handful of people that she sort of liked him. It was just a teensy tiny crush. Okay, so maybe it wasn't that small of a crush, but Caroline would be totally okay if he never wanted to date her. Caroline kind of grew on Cohen on her visit back, though, she seemed to try and find time to spend with him every time she found a little free time in her schedule. Caroline was surely going to miss him when she returned to her mother's place.

As of now, Caroline was no longer have fun like she had been an hour ago. She was sitting on the couch, her arms crossed in front of her, her face grim, and she was mostly glaring at Mayson out of all people. Caroline had said a few mean things to him earlier, but now she was trying to keep her mouth shut just because she knew that her bickering would probably drive everybody else in the cabin crazy. Sighing, the girl dug through her bag, and then took out her phone. Flipping it open, Caroline checked the signal bar. Instead of finding three full bars like she would like, Caroline found that 'NO SIGNAL' symbol, which was some ball on a stick moving around. Clamping her phone shut, she shoved it back in her bag and continued to glare away at Mayson-- which seemed to be the only thing Caroline was capable of doing as of now. She didn't understand... of all people, Mayson had to be trapped in here as well. God, that was so annoying. The last thing Caroline wanted to do was stare at Mayson's face-- which was the main reason she moved, duh.

Instead of glowering angrily at Mayson any longer, Caroline picked herself up, and then pounced across the room to where Cohen sat perfectly peacefully. "Cohen! Come with me, let's get something to drink." Caroline said, definitely referring to the alcohol that was still left in the kitchen. She leaned over and grabbed his arm, pulling him annoyingly until he finally budged from his seat. That seemed to be a talent of Caroline's-- bugging people until they give in. Caroline entered the kitchen with poor Cohen in tow, then grabbed a random bottle of vodka from the counter top. As she tried to pop the cap off, Caroline began to talk to Cohen. "So, this sucks. I have to be stuck in this cabin with you. I feel so sorry for myself." Caroline teased, then she finally got the cap off. With nowhere else to put it, the girl grabbed one of Cohen's hand and unraveled it, opening it up so that his palm was face up. She placed the bottle cap in the center of his palm, and then rolled his fingers up into a fist so that he was holding it. "Merry Christmas, Cohen." Caroline quipped, and then left him in the kitchen to figure out what to do with his "Christmas present".

Walking back to the living room, which seemed to be the only place where there was warmth, Caroline noticed how quiet it was. It seemed nearly unfriendly, but then again, they were trapped in a cabin, and half of the prisoners of the storm were enemies and held grudges. Caroline would most certainly be one of them for sure-- everybody was well aware that she wanted to burn Mayson to death. "Hey, why don't we lighten up and play something like, um, Spin the Bottle?" Caroline quipped, trying to make the atmosphere in the room more friendly. Spin the Bottle seemed to be the perfect choice of that, right? You spin the bottle, and whoever top of the bottle pointed to, you had to get some major lip-lock action. And there were plenty of empty beer bottles in this cabin-- a party just ended, there had to be. And plus, what more could make you happier but kissing? Though, if your turn of the bottle did point to somebody you despised and you'd be forced to kiss them, that wouldn't be good. Caroline sure as hell would rather die than kiss Mayson again.

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Quitting the agency might of been the best choice that Kassandra, who went by Kassie, had ever made. She had grown up, her whole childhood life being involved with fighting, spying, aiming, throwing darts-- little things that you'd expect a guy to do, not a little girl. The reason for this was because she had three older brothers, and it was either learn how to defend yourself or pretty much get beaten up. I guess you wouldn't say that the childhood experience was useless, since it did happen to shape Kassie's future. Somehow, her talent was recognized, and she had been recruited to join an agency. Personally, Kassie would like to prefer that she had been working under the fingertips of somebody good; not evil.

In the end, that hadn't been the whole truth. Kassie had seen a little bit too much; realizing that what she was doing was wrong, who she was working for wasn't really who he claimed to be. Mustering up the courage, the girl resigned from her position of working for him, her excuse as being that she just wasn't up for it anymore. I guess either her ex-boss was furious that she turned her back on him, or a lot of people just wanted her dead. She had dealt with plenty of people trying to kill her, but Kassie just wouldn't stand for it. She was a trained spy; not a target board. Let's just say that Kassie had plenty of ways to "get rid" of those who attempted to kill her. Being defensive was one of her many talents, and in situations like this, it often showed. She wasn't necessarily scared, she knew where this was going on. Her ex-boss wanted to freak her out into crawling back to him and work for him so that all the weapons wouldn't be directed at her. Or perhaps that wasn't it. Maybe she had just seen too much. Kassie was familiar with a lot of the agents, and she knew the killers of many dead victims. If these tales were to ever be told out, it was a sure thing that her boss would immediately be arrested, or at least wanted dead or alive. Preferably alive, you know the government.

Kassie had plenty of friends, a lot whom were also in the same agency business as she was. However, once she quit and resigned, there was just no telling who she could trust anymore. But there was one exception, and that was Jane Quinn. Kassie knew that she could trust the girl with her life, so that was exactly what she did. Jane was the only one who usually knew the whereabouts of Kassie when she was in hiding, and the girl Jane knew much more information about Kassie than an average person would know. Jane was the type of girl that Kassie would consider her best friend, somebody there to protect her and watch over her, a girl that Kassie could rely on. However, Kassie knew that she was able to have a ton of fun with her, too, and that was what was happening today. It was actually a nice day, the sun was shining brightly and there seemed to be a lot of people. Plans were made-- Jane and Kassie, going shopping. It was pretty natural; nobody would ever try and assassinate Kassie out in the open field... where there were hundreds of people swarming around her.

Well, at least, that's what they thought. Seriously, what kind of spy, sniper, or assassin was idiotic enough to try and kill somebody while they were around a whole bunch of other people? If Kassie knew her ex-boss well, she'd know that he wouldn't ever hire somebody as sloppy to do a job like that. Unless he was desperate for her death, of course, then maybe he'd hire somebody reckless and dangerous. However, he possibly couldn't be that desperate for her to die, right? Also, it wasn't like Kassie had even blurted a death scene out to anybody. She wasn't going to go right on out and tattle tale on her ex-boss for no reason. He had been trying to end her life for a few months by now, and yet Kassie hadn't made the move yet to report his illegal organization out so he could be arrested and judged. In fact, she really had no intentions of turning him in.

But today, the weirdest thing happened. Kassie had been out with Jane, and they had been having a pretty good day so far. They had lunch together, did some shopping, but they didn't really buy anything. It was just mainly walking around and checking out cute things, then just talking and enjoying life before everybody tried to assassinate Kassie. They were out on the streets, though, walking casually and looking like they were just regular citizens of the city with no witnesses of death or of any outrageous crimes. Then, as if out of nowhere, a gunshot is fired. For a second, Kassie wondered if that was targetted for her. Apparently, it was, because Jane had snatched her shoulder and jerked her out of the way, making the girl nearly tumble into an old man who was freaking out. After the sound of the bullet was fired, people were screaming their little heads off, now, but Kassie was looking around, trying to find the culprit of the failed attempt to kill her.

There he was, on the rooftop, packing everything up. Little b*****d, did he honestly think that he could get away? Kassie was definitely going to make sure he'd pay for missing her in the head. Yeah, he tried to get a head shot, that was ridiculous. Oh, well. At least Kassie was now fully aware of which person was after her now. She was beginning to think that maybe a full week of not nearly being killed was too much. Her ex-boss must of been really desperate if he was willing to hire somebody like that guy. Okay, so it wasn't like his aim was terrible or anything. He probably would've gotten Kassie and killed her, if it weren't for Jane to pull her out of the way. Speaking of Jane, Kassie needed to thank her for saving her life.

"Thanks, that was close." Kassie muttered, realizing that now thanking Jane for saving her life wasn't anything new. It wasn't as if this was the first time that the girl had pulled her out of the way or perhaps blocked something or warned her. Kassie hurried along with the crowd, rushing out just like everybody else so she didn't look suspicious. It wasn't long before Kassie and Jane split up, the sky was getting dark and the day was starting to die, anyways. Kassie really needed to get home, especially if she didn't know there whereabouts of the person who had attempted to kill her earlier on in the day. She could go home and hack into her ex-boss' agencies' system and figure out who was assigned to kill her, then kill him before he was able to get to her once again. He probably shouldn't be that hard to find, after all he pretty much openly tried to kill her in public.

How did he find her, anyways? Kassie started walking down the street, searching her mind frantically to figure out all the possible ways he could of tracked her down. The only thing that she could think about that would be a good tracking device was her cell phone-- but really, would he go that far? Kassie stopped in the middle of the street, and searched through her bag, then finally fishing out a dark blue phone. She gazed at it for a second, and wondered if she should toss it off or not. If her killer really was following her by cell phone, her throwing him off path would be a great idea. Finally deciding that it'd be better off to be safe anyways, Kassie tossed her phone into the nearest mailbox, and walked away. Getting a new phone would be a hassle, but it was a lot better than being stalked by some crazed madman who tried to kill you while you were in the middle of a whole bunch of people.

Triplets-- the name of a coffee shop that Kassie always seemed to enjoy. She didn't know the history of the name of the place, and personally, she didn't care one bit. The thing she needed right now was coffee, something to make her more relaxed. Instead of going straight home like she planned, Kassie walked straight into the coffee house, and then looked around. The scent of the aroma was luring her attention in, but something else bigger and better caught it. Wow, if it wasn't that guy who had tried to kill her. He was sitting there, ever so innocently, sipping away at his coffee as if he deserved it. He seemed to be occupied with his laptop-- he hadn't even noticed Kassie. Kassie looked away, ordered her drink, took a few seconds to wait, and then snatched up the coffee that she had ordered. The original plan was to get home and find information about her killer, but she changed her mind.

Kassie headed towards the guys' table, and sat down right in front of him, despite the fact that he seemed to be occupied with his laptop. "So, how's tracking me down going?" Kassie asked in, taking a small sip of her coffee. She nearly glared at him, but her system made her refrain. "That was a close head shot today, you almost got me." Kassie swung her leg over the other, and leaned in so that she could stare at the male's face closer. He was young, with fiesty blond hair and light eyes. "But hey, let me tell you something. If you ever try and kill me again, I swear to god, I'm going to make you regret it." Kassie growled, her eyes now staring intently at the dangerous man. "I've gotten rid of people who've tried to kill me before, and I can get rid of you, too."

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"Hey, Alex, you missed." Matt pointed out the obvious, as he sat peacefully in his seat. He was often known as Alexander Peterson's assistant, but Matthew considered himself so much more. He considered himself as Alex's best friend; and sort of like a little brother, even. The bond they share may be somewhat hard to comprehend, but Matt could understand it perfectly. There would be often times when Alex yelled at Matt, but he knew why. Alex had anger problems-- or at least, that's how Matt would like to put it. He dealt with it, though, and he seemed to be the only one in the whole agency who could ever stand Alex. Honestly, Alex wasn't that bad. Matt kind of grew on him, he stuck around Alex loyally. There were plenty of times when he was privately offered to be recruited as somebody else's assistant, somebody higher ranking than Alex (which was rare). Of course, Matt rejected all the invitations and continued his work, working by Alex's side.

However, now was one of those times that Alex freaked out and acted like an unnecessary jerk. Okay, so, perhaps it wasn't unnecessary, seeing as it was Alex. He got angry over every little detail; though, mainly when he missed his victims. Oh, like now. Even though Matt wasn't exactly next to him, he could hear Alex swearing like hell as he packed everything away. Matt understood why; Alex had pretty much missed his target plenty of times earlier before, and to him, that was possibly unacceptable. To Matt? It was nothing-- wasn't like he had anywhere to go, or anything to do. Plus, it wasn't him missing every single shot at the girl. He had been forced to do some observation, but knowing Matt, he wandered off instead of stalked the victim and when he went back to Alex, he reported random bullshit that Alex probably already knew. "Oh, she's not very tall." Okay, that was obvious. "She has short hair." Or maybe a little less useful like, "She was wearing gray and blue today." And trust me, you don't even want to know the reaction of Alex. Though, honestly, sometimes Matt wondered why Alex even bothered to send him on little trips like to, when Alex knew for a fact that Matt would get bored with it and he wasn't going to take it seriously.

That was a trait of Matthew-- he was very bored with his assignments. Spying on a girl? Come on, he could just follow some random chick. What was the fun in that? I suppose that Matt's unamused attitude tend to drive Alex crazy only sometimes, for some reason. Anyways, by now Alex was swearing more and more under his breath. Then he turned to Matt, and told him that he needed to get rid of whoever had pulled the victim out of the way. "Yeah, sure, whatever." Matt replied, as he looked down on the girl he was assigned to get rid of. He made a mental picture of her, making sure to track her down in a bit. Right now, he needed to get off of the roof before he was spotted. Alex had already left for the entrance, making his little getaway. Matt followed closely behind him, not wanting to be left behind.

They hurried along down the stairs, and once they got outside they blended with the crowd. Matt looked around; and his eye caught the sight of the girl he was suppose to destroy. Alex was telling him how he didnt care she was gone; he just wanted her gone. Matt nodded, and then instead of follow Alex around the corner, he switched paths and took after the girl he was assigned to. Matt didn't inform Alex of where he was going, because chances were that Alex either didn't care, or he already figured that Matthew was leaving to do his job. He followed the girl by car; it seemed like the most reasonable way to go. It wasn't like he was driving right behind her, he stopped very once in a while, then drove fast to catch up. He watched as she entered her house, and he pulled a random map in front of his face, pretending like he was looking for directions. God, how he hated stalking people, it was always such a hassle. Honestly, being in the business of killing people for a living wasn't Matt's ideal job. Ever since he was a little kid, he dreamed of being a police officer. I know, right, somebody who wanted to save people was now killing them. He had no choice, he really had no education. Thrown into the streets at age seven for various reasons, Matt learned to steal and break into places, and he also learned how to fight pretty well. He wasn't a fan of guns, he worked better off with stabbing people to death... mainly because he was sooo much better at close-range combat. Anyways, as he grew older, he met Alex, and they sort of grew on each other. Matt was later recruited into the agency by Alex to be offered to work as his assistant, and Matt seemed to be doing a perfect job of that. To be honest, Alexander was considered to be his only family. He really didn't like to talk about his past much.

Matt waited in his car for about ten minutes, deciding that that should be enough time to give the girl the last moments of her life. However she wanted to spend it, that was up to her-- Matt was going to kill her either way. He climbed out of the car, and then started towards the backseat. He fished for a pocket knife and a long piece of thick wire-- he was going to need that if he was going to break into her house. Walking casually towards her house, Matt made sure that he wasn't looking suspicious. He peeked through the front window at her-- and realized that she was just sitting down on the couch with a glass of something. She was near the back door and the back windows-- there was no way he could break in from there. If he wanted to get in, he'd have to get in through the front window. Luckily for Matt, though, there was a giant bush right there, and he could pick at the window lock without much fear of being spotted.

First Matthew used the pocket knife to cut off the screen of the window, so he could easily work on the lock later. He took the screen off carefully, making sure not to cause a scene or make any loud noises. Gently, he placed the screen next to him, and took out that thick wire. He shoved it into wherever he could find entrance in from the lock, and just pretty much started working around with it. Matthew worked great with breaking into peoples' houses and finding out information about them, but one thing he hated was working with window locks. They were so complicated to break into. However, in the end, he managed to hear that little click that indicated he had successfully unlocked the window. Ever so gently, the sandy blond haired male pressed his hands against the window, and slid it up. He smirked when he saw that the girl was watching a cartoon-- the Simpsons to be exact. Well, thanks to the fact that the TV was making noises, she didn't hear him and he got in without being caught right off the bat.

Slipping into the house through the window nearly silently, Matthew closed the window shut quietly after him. He glanced around, and then cursed silently to himself when he saw that the front door was unlocked. Oh, geez. He would've saved himself so much time if he just came in through the front door. He felt like an idiot-- only a little bit, though. Pulling out his pocket knife again, he switched it open. He'd have to kill her with a knife-- there was just no way that he was going to use a gun. If he missed or she didn't die right away, then the neighbors would hear the gunshot and then the police would be all over the place. So, because of that, Matthew was forced to use a knife. He knew exactly what he was going to do, though. His plan was simple-- he'd come up behind the girl and grab her by the mouth, muffle up her voice, and pretty much stab her to death. It would be violent and bloody, but it would be the only way to go since there was just no way in hell Matthew was risking a gunshot going off.

As he inched closer, he noticed the table with a stack of mail on it. Matt couldn't help but be sneaky, he took a quick glance at the envelope. The girls name was Jane Quinn. Wow, okay. Well, she needed to pay her bills. Whatever, it didn't matter, Matt was going to solve that problem for her. Only a few more feet away, the girl seemed to switch off the television. Oh, god, ******** it all. he cursed inwardly. Now he had to be quieter than he already was, and chances were, she was probably going to stand up and then turn around, then freak out when she saw an intruder in her house with a knife and a bland expression to kill. Just when Matthew thought that it just couldn't get worse, Jane Quinn turned around. Okay, so maybe she was pretty, but that didn't matter. Point was, she spun around, and once she saw him and his "deadly" weapon, she jumped up to her feet, obviously cautious now. "Who the hell are you?!" Jane demanded so soon. Ah, so lady-like... not. Matthew needed an excuse... and fast. If he didn't come up with him, she'd probably scream her pretty little head off and then everybody would be well alarmed. But what was he going to say? He was already bored with a stupid assignment like this, coming up with an excuse wasn't going to make it much more funner.

"Uh, uh, uh, don't you remember me? I, I, uhm, I live here." Crap, that was just utter bullshit. He obviously didn't live there-- he didn't even know the location of the bathroom. He stood there, as if locked in a staring contest with the girl Jane. She seemed to be inch off to the side, and Matthew peeked at where she was trying to head to. The kitchen. Great. Not many people knew this, but the kitchen did have a lot of deadly weapons. Oh, like a pineapple, Matthew heard that they made death painful if you were hit endlessly with one until you bled to death. Maybe a fork, too, you could stab somebody with that. But chances were, her ideal weapon was a knife. Without even thinking, Matt pulled out the gun from his side, and pointed it at Jane. "If you even move one step, I'm going to kill you." Well, he was going to kill her anyways, but she didn't have to know that. "I wasn't going to kill you..." That was a lie... "I just need to know some things. Tell me about that Kassie girl, and I swear I'll leave peacefully." Matt was starting to devise a plan in his head. If he really did have to shoot the girl because he couldn't get close enough to stab her, he could shoot her two times then dash out the door. He would unlock his car and escape fast enough before somebody called police and they showed up. They would find the screen that had been removed on the side, though, and they would find his fingerprints on the window of when he pressed his hands against it to pull it up. Damnit, why couldn't she just have been a good girl and continued to watch her television? Maybe then she would've died peacefully.

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He was laughing. Laughing... of all things he could be doing right now, the idiot was laughing. But Kassie understood, he didn't think that she could take him on. Kassie got that a lot, people laughing at her and looking down on her when she threatened to end their life. Yeah, it wasn't so funny anymore once they're dead, right? Though, Kassie didn't understand why people wouldn't take her seriously. It was true, she was small and fragile-looking, but she did have a lot of confidence stored up in her and she do her job very well. It irked her only slightly that he didn't take her seriously, but there was really nothing she could do about it. At least he was enjoying it and laughing before he died, because Kassie was really determined in killing him. He was cute, but Kassie had gone through a lot of cute guys who tried to kill her before, too. He was nothing new. Sure, he was really cute, but that wasn't going to make Kassie give up her life.

The boy was babbling on and on about how he wasn't scared of her, how he was going to get rid of her, and how he wasn't going to stop at anything until he got what he wanted-- which, in this case, would be Kassie's death. He started packing his stupid stuff up into that duffel bag, and Kassie watched him as he left. He called her Kassandra at the end, as expected. I mean, it was her full first name, so chances were that it was going to say Kassandra in the file he was possibly given as an information package about her. Kassie watched as he left, looking awfully amused while at it. She would've been more angry, except that she knew she was going to kill him, and that made up for it. She was the silly girl? Oh, no, she definitely wasn't. He was most definitely the silly boy, and Kassie would surely show him why.

Picking herself up from her chair, Kassie checked in her handbag to see if the gun she normally carried around was in there. It was, just as expected. Yeah, Kassie carried a gun around. What? She had to, after all she was constantly being targeted and people often wanted to kill her. Plus, she was an ex-spy, so she was extra cautious even though she really didn't need to be sometimes. She grabbed the cup of coffee that she had ordered earlier, then hurried out the door after the male, and watched as he started to load his things into the backseat. Kassie approached him and his car, and then looked at it. "Nice wheels." she told the male, and then she opened the shotgun seat and slipped in. She sat down into the passenger seat, just when he got in and sat in the drivers seat as well.

"I go by Kassie, by the way. That file that your boss gave you about me never gets it right. I hate being called Kassandra."

It wasn't long before Kassie found out that he went by Alex. Well, that was actually a very nice name. He started to drive off, probably wondering why she even bothered to climb into the car and go along with him. Chances were, it was probably one of the most dangerous things she had ever done. She didn't know what the guy had up his sleeves, yet she wasn't exactly scared. After all, he was driving, and his hands were preoccupied. What was he going to do? Kill her with his feet? Of course not... he needed that for the brakes. "So, why'd he hire you anyways? You know, somebody trying to kill me while I'm in the middle of a hundred people is actually a first." Kassie told him, not really sure if it was suppose to be a compliment or not. "You must of have had been really confident that you would've killed me."

Kassie leaned back in her seat, wondering when would be the perfect time to pull out the gun. Perhaps sometime while he would be too occupied on focusing on the road; sometime when he'd be surrendering his undivided attention to where he was driving at. In fact, where was he driving at? Okay, no, it didn't matter at all. Before he reached his destination, Kassie would've already blown off his head, then take over the car, and then she'd be long gone and he'd be dead. Then Kassie would drive home, call Jane, assure her that she was alright, and await for the next killer that her ex-boss threw at her.

Speaking of Jane, Kassie had no idea that she was currently being followed, and well, "attacked". To be honest, Kassie would never suspect it. It had only happened once, but that was because the killer was an idiot and thought that Jane was Kassie. Yeah, realllll smart, they really looked alike. Jane handled him well, and plus, it wasn't like Kassie was all that worried about her friend. Jane was a strong woman, and she knew what to do in a crisis situation. The girl was so crazy, she could possibly take on four or more guys at once. Though, if Kassie found out that Jane had been attacked all because she had to die for protecting Kassie, she'd definitely feel upset and guilty. Never, ever, ever, would Kassie want to be responsible for any of Jane's injury... or death. Not that Kassie would want the death or injury overall, point was that she just wouldn't be able to live with herself if Jane got hurt all because of her. But like I said, Kassie had no idea at all.

"So, how's the boss doing?" Kassie asked casually, and truth was, she was actually curious. She wasn't really that stupid enough to go and see him, she knew for a fact that if she did that, she'd most definitely die. That was not on her to-do list. The number one mission on her to-do list at the moment was to kill this man Alex. It didn't seem like he was going to harm her any time soon while she took part in the little car ride, so Kassie would put off his death until later. Before they reached their destination, though. Oh, silly boy, he should have had never let Kassie in his car. Maybe that was wrong... killing him in his very own car. Eh, then again, it didn't really matter. He was going to die either way, so what was the point? "By the way, how long have you been following me and trying to track me down?"

Kassie gave him about three more minutes, then she picked her handbag up from the ground, from next to her feet, and then placed it on her lap. She fished out the gun and pulled it out. Without even giving it a second thought, Kassie directed the gun at Alex's head, not really caring if somebody else from another car saw. "Yeah, sorry I had to kill you in your very own car. I didn't want to waste my time trapping you in the perfect place, and I figured your car was good enough." Kassie said, shrugging as if she didn't mind. Truth was, she thought that it was pity that such a gorgeous man had to die. Oh, well, if he wasn't going to die, she was. And Kassie sure as hell didn't plan on dying so soon just yet. "You were a fun guy to talk to, I guess. You didn't believe I could kill you, huh? Anyways, it was nice knowing you, even for a bit. Hey, can you do me a favor? After I shoot you in the head, maybe drive the car slower and kinda stop at the side before you die? I don't wanna crash."

Just when Kassie was about to pull the trigger and blow his mind off, Alexander swerved the car to a hard swing. Kassie flew to the side, but pulled the trigger anyways. She know she did, because the sound of the gun went off. The gunshot was loud, but chances were, unless you were in the car, you probably couldn't hear it. After all, they were driving. But anyways, instead of hitting him right in the head and killing him like it was suppose to, the gun aimed towards his shoulder, and the bullet sank right in. Kassie noticed the wound already there, the blood starting to seep into his shirt, and also the heavy bleeding. By now, cars behind them were honking, and cards beside them were driving by quickly since Alex seemed to be driving recklessly with only one arm working properly. Kassie must have let go of the gun when Alex made the hard turn to throw her off target, because the gun was no longer in her hands anymore.

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{ !! } fillerfiller identities erased; It's fine, I go by Marissa
{ !! } fillerfiller not dead but definitely dying; I've been alive for twenty-two years.
{ !! } fillerfiller last time i checked; I'm a girl
{ !! } fillerfiller too many options may kill a man; I like men
{ !! } fillerfiller just a part of the herd; werewolf; I turn into my were form when it's a full moon. My sense of smell and my hearing seems to be great, apparently.
{ !! } fillerfiller my baby's got sauce; It's a secret, so shhh.
{ !! } fillerfiller just another shade of grey; rosybrown

» » shine on me baby

{ !! } fillerfiller doll it up in virgin white; Sorry, I'm kind of camera-shy.
{ !! } fillerfiller guilty pleasures; Long naps, the quiet, sunny days, ice cream, the smell of vanilla, bright smiles, animals, staying warm, how vampires are so open about themselves, shopping, reading, the beach, video games, deep conversations, long walks.
{ !! } fillerfiller devils playthings; Seafood, lack of sleep, the cold, rain, dark chocolate, messy places, messy hair, dead things, bitter food, injuries, keeping secrets, disrespectful people, getting yelled at, how us weres have to "hide" ourselves.
{ !! } fillerfiller under the bed; Lightning, big explosions, being alone for the rest of my life, losing people I care about.

» » a sight to behold

{ !! } fillerfiller do i run rare; I'm five foot, five inches
{ !! } fillerfiller and you've changed so; I weigh one hundred and nineteen pounds.
{ !! } fillerfiller bat those eyelashes and pull up those skirts; They're chocolate colored
{ !! } fillerfiller what was golden is gray; Really dark brown, not black!
{ !! } fillerfiller fortune finds me fit and able; I've got a lip ring
{ !! } fillerfiller i killed my dinner with karate; No thanks, not for me.
{ !! } fillerfiller do you want to run with my pack; I've got a scar on my upper right arm from being bitten, and I think that's the only major scar I've got.

» » we can stop anytime

{ !! } fillerfiller made me bold like a horse;

fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerprideful -- I do carry a lot of pride with me, maybe a little too much. I do try my best at being so much more adapted to the way the werewolves live, and try to be more like them. It's harder than it looks, for me, anyways, since I've got so many different opinions than the rest of my pack. One example-- while as my pack would rather rip a vampire to shreds, I don't mind befriending them. Personally, I've got nothing against them at all, but of course, no decision ever depends on me. It all falls to the pack-- which, by the way, I must keep a secret about. Oh, yes, the vampires wasn't the only thing! I have to keep a secret about us being werewolves. What's the big deal, anyways? We're such an interesting supe, it kind of annoys me that the rest of the world can't know about us. We can show them how great we are, and how tight-knit of a group we are, what a strong bond we share. We're way too good to be labeled as just a myth; we deserve to be open and clear out there... just like the vampires! But noooo, my pack-leader just won't stand for my ideas, for my opinions. If only he gave me a chance, my ideas and opinions are so much better than just keeping the world of werewolves a secret. Oh, dear, here I go again. Sometimes I tend to think that my ideas are better than everybody else's... but I'm usually right.

fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfriendly -- I've always been the type of girl who wants to know about everybody and know about how they're doing. Chatting up a storm and having the most meaningful conversations is what I mostly aim for, though having pointless yet fun ones are always fun, too. I'm always so talkative, and I always love to put my opinions or suggestions in a situation (they never follow through, though, since my pack-leader doesn't like my ideas so much). I'd really love to get to know the vampires... they seem so exciting, and the way they live... it's so different from us. I just really want to learn about them and how they go through life. However, like I've stated before, my pack-leader has no intentions of bonding with them. The only thing he'd ever want to do was to tear them apart... geez. Why won't he give them a chance? I guess that's another thing about me, I always want to get to know the person/creature before I judge them.

fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerstubborn -- Chances are, if my mind developes a new idea or way, I'm going to cling onto that no matter what. You can't pry it from me, nobody can. For an example, the pack-leader of my pack has been trying to make me shut up about my "stupid" ideas on revealing ourselves or being nice to the vampires and being friends with them... yet I still stick to the ideas. I suppose it drives him crazy, but I could care less. It's my mind, I have the right. I really do think that I should tell somebody of our existence, and it's so tempting. It's just that my pack-leader's been keeping an eye for me to make sure I keep my "big mouth" shut. Really, he hasn't changed my minds, just my directions of going at things. Anyways, I'm really stubborn, and even if you kick me over and over again, I'll never do things your way. It seems to kind of click in with the fact that I've got a whole chunk of pride floating in me, and I won't let that big piece of pride fall and break. My ideas are my ideas, and they're my ideas to think. Nobody can change my mind, so don't even try. If I really do think us weres should be revealed to the human world, nothing's going to change my mind but me... and chances are, that won't happen very soon.

fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerpro-vampire -- So, I suppose I'm pro-vampire, since I'm definitely not anti-vampire. It irks me to a really high level that my pack-leader and my pack won't give them a chance. They live such interesting lives, living off of blood. Okay, so, perhaps that's a little creepy, but it's so much different from the way us weres have it, and I love learning about new things. I really do think that the vampires are setting a wonderful example by throwing themselves out there in the world, by giving themselves away. Why can't us werewolves do that? What do we have to hide? I'd love it so much if my pack decides to follow the example the vampire has set out for us and let the world know about us, but of course, my suggestions are often thrown away. Still, I have nothing against vampires, and I really do hope that my pack-leader changes his mind about them.

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» nobody can save you now, baby, you're in my hands

They were so damn close, Matthew could feel the girl's soft breathing on him. Their lips were just so close from each other, and right when they were practically only centimeters apart, a noise emitted from Jane's table. Matt cursed a bit inwardly, realizing that it had been her phone. He gritted his teeth, trying not to look annoyed with the fact that some idiot had interrupted their kiss. He watched as she seemed to be scanning over some message, and he tried his best to look patient. As soon as she hung up the phone, Matt noticed the expression on her face wasn't anything but worried. "Is everything okay?" he asked her, right before she started to let him know everything that had happened. Apparently, that Kassie chick was in the hospital. Normally, Matt wouldn't care. But right now, he was a little concerned. If Kassie was in the hospital, then where was Alex? Oh, right. Earlier he had called Matt and told him that he was at the hospital and needed Matt to pick him up. Oh, crap. Matt totally forgotten about Alex. For all he knew, his best friend could be waiting at the hospital impatiently as of now.

Luckily for Matt, Jane said she needed to bounce. "No, it's okay. I understand." he reassured the girl, and it kind of pained him a little to see her so upset. The girl Kassie wasn't even dead yet, and Matt was pretty sure that Jane was worried as hell. He just couldn't imagine what Jane would ever do if that one Kassie girl would end up dead. It made him think twice about getting rid of her, but then again, Matt couldn't force himself to care about that girl's health or life. As of now, the only people he'd probably ever care about was Alex-- of course, and... well... Jane, too. Even though he had just met her, Matthew had to admit, he did grow quite an attachment to the girl. Matt never thought that he'd ever grow this attached to a girl. Sure, he's had a few one night stands... but none of the girls compared to Jane-- that was for sure. It made Matt almost certain to say that he really liked her.

Trying not to let the disappointed face show, he gave Jane a little smile as she pecked him lightly against the cheek. He knew that that kiss they were about to share together would have been about three thousand times better than that peck, but it was still something he could cherish. At least she even kissed him a little bit and hadn't rushed out the door instead. It was definitely safe to say that she deserved credit for that. Watching her go made him feel a little lonely, but Matthew figured that she was probably going to be home as soon as she possibly could. After all, if she was leaving him at her house, unattended or even supervised, that could just mean that she was going to return. Though, as sad as it was to say, Matt did have a life, and he did have a ton of places to go. Don't get me wrong-- he loved staying at Jane's and he loved being so close to her, but he just had places to attend. Plus, he had to pick up Alex's sorry a**, anyways.

Sitting around for no more than ten minutes, Matthew finally got up off the couch and headed towards the front door. He kind of wondered if he would ever see Jane again. He knew that he couldn't just randomly pop up at her house and come in or something-- that would be a little weird. Plus, Matt would have no reason to go back there. Alex was assuming that she was dead, which meant that there was just no way the man was going to send his assistant back there. So yes, it did pain Matt a little to leave. He had to go, though, sooner or later. And it might as well be sooner, since him getting more attached to Jane's place just wasn't good for him. Closing the front door after him, Matt took out that little long thin piece of wire he had from yesterday. Slowly picking at the lock from the outside, Matthew was trying to get it to lock. Yeah, it sounded a little lame-- after all, normally he would be trying to get in. Now, he was trying to lock Jane's front door so that some dumbass wouldn't try and intrude. It didn't take Matt long, seeing as he was excellent at picking locks and such.

The drive to the hospital mainly consisted of thinking about Jane over and over again. That wonderful smile of hers, the flowing hair, the way her skin felt, and even the way she drank like a maniac. Normally, Matthew would find people who drank too much a little unattractive, but on Jane it was just amazing. Nothing else seemed to be on the boy's mind-- it was just moments they shared together. He remembered how she pranced around her own house when she was drunk... or even when board games were flowing down on her, she managed to dodge them magnificently. Her food was just the best, and they were one of a kind. He hated to sound like he was in love, but Matthew was definitely fawning over Jane. I mean, what kind of idiot wouldn't? She was the most gorgeous girl you could ever find, and her personality was just unbeatable, as well as her cooking. Matthew wasn't regretting letting her live a bit-- he was so glad that he broke into her house in attempt to kill her but wasn't able to fullfil that mission. Speaking of Matt failing his duty, Alex was probably going to beat the s**t out of him. It most likely wasn't going to be fun at all, but Matthew was pretty sure that Alex would never find out...

Parking his car in some random spot in the parking lot, he slammed the door after him as he walked out. Pulling out his cell phone, he checked if there were any calls for him, from Alex. None. How was Matthew ever going to find him? Oh, Alex was probably locked away in his room. Walking casually to the front desk, he caught the attention of the lady working the counter. "Uhhh, what room is Alexander Peterson in?" he asked her, and then waited patiently for a response. "I'm afraid he was released a few hours ago. All he needed was some stitches." the lady working the counter said, reading the information off of her computer. "Sorry..." she told Matt. He was a little confused... if he had been released a few hours ago, then why hadn't he called Matt right away? He pondered his thoughts for the longest time, searching for some sort of answer to his question. When he couldn't think of one, he just shook it off and then decided to find Alex. Deciding that the elevator was probably the best place to start, Matt wandered away from the lady and her counter, then started to walk towards the elevator.

He pressed one of the buttons there, one that requested for the elevator to come on sliding down. As Matt waited, he began wondering on how Alex was doing. This wasn't the first time Alexander had been stuck in the hospital, so Matthew wasn't exactly too lost when it came to finding him here. For some reason, Alex could wind up being stuck at the hospital sometimes, but Matt wasn't ever dumb enough to ask him how come. He knew Alex didn't have the best temper, and he was a little afraid that if there was any chance his partner didn't want to talk about the incident that happened before, then it'd be best to shut up. After all, Matt didn't want Alex freaking out on him. The elevator eventually pulled down, and Matthew got in. A lady pushing a wheelchair with some other old lady in it started walking out, first, so Matthew let them head out first. Even though he could sometimes be a coldhearted killer, he wasn't anything else but a gentleman. Being rude was just disrespectful, and Matthew was definitely a boy of respect... even though he killed people. Yeah, yeah, yeah, it all sounded strange, but just bear in mind that Matt was a total gentleman. Closing the elevator after he got in, Matthew figured that perhaps Alex was on the main floor. That seemed to the most reasonable floor, since the cafeteria was located there. Chances were, Alex could very well be waiting at the cafeteria for Matt to pick him up and take him home. At least Matt knew that Alex and that Kassie girl must have gotten in some big accident, seeing as Alex no longer had his car.

The elevator let out a little ping sound, and soon the doors slid open and it was safe for Matt to exit. As he walked out, it didn't take him long to notice her. Jane seemed to be everywhere! She was there, talking to some girl on a wheelchair. As Matt observed on, he realized that the girl on the wheelchair was Kassie. But that wasn't anything unusual.... that was just freaky was that Alex looked really pissed, his hands clutching the handle of the wheelchair as if he was going to break it. When Alex saw Matt, though, he just looked even more pissed and looked like he was able to wring Matt's neck. Matthew was confused for a second, but then it didn't take him long to realize that he had lied to Alex and told him that Jane was dead... and now she was magically alive again? s**t. He needed an excuse... and fast. Well, none of the excuses in the world was going to save him now. Alexander found out which meant that Matt was pretty much toast. Deciding that there was just no point in hiding or running away now, Matthew headed towards the little trio, and forced on a big smile, trying to look surprised to see them all there.

"Ohhhh haaaaaayyy! Jane! I thought you were gone!" Matthew said, as he tossed his arm around her gently, pulling her close. By gone, he was hoping that maybe to Alex it'd sound like he called her dead, and to her gone was just... not at home. He looked up at Alex, pretended to be surprised to see him. "Oh, HEY! Alex, my good man!" Matthew said, and then left Jane's side. He pulled his arm around Alex, now, as if they were best buddies, and gave his shoulders a squeeze, not realizing that the poor boy had just gotten a few stitches put in there. "Long time no se--" Before Matt could even finish what he was going to say, Alex threw his arm off of his shoulder, still looking angry. Matt didn't realize that that might have been because Alex had just recieved stitches and that Matt had hugged him so "manly"-ish. He turned towards Jane, giving her a big, big, big smile. "Jane, this is Alex. Alex, this is Jane." Matt introduced, trying to stall his time away from Alex as long as he could. He looked down at the girl in the wheelchair-- Kassie. "And you must be Kassie. Hi, there, I'm Matt." he greeted. God... this was so awkward. Alex was surely going to beat the living crap out of him-- no doubt about that.

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Everything had been black a second ago, but as soon as Kassie heard little voices in the background, she opened her eyes and her vision became brighter. It started out fuzzy at first, which left her wondering where the hell she was and how long she had been blacked out. The bright light hurt her eyes at the beginning, but it didn't take long for her to regain perfect vision. Kassie looked off to the side, and noticed several needles stuck in her arm, and two nurses off to the side, staring at her, as if they had expected her to be up already. The fact that there were nurses and needles attached to her arm, Kassie realized that she was in a hospital. For a second, she wondered why she was here in the first place, but then the memory eventually crawled back to her.

All Kassie remembered was shooting that guy Alex in the shoulder when they were in the car in attempt to kill him. After that, he had swerved around a bit, and then pulled out his very own gun. Everything behind that seemed to be fuzzy, but Kassie did recall that Alex jerked out his own gun and aimed it at her. There had been a sharp pain at her side, then the car seemed to fly after a speed bump, and after that, everything had been black and Kassie didn't remember anything from that point on. Which also left her wondering... how the hell did she get here? Did Alex bring her up here, or was she just rescued?

As Kassie sat up slowly, the nurses went to her side and started talking. "Miss Kassandra Cords?" one of the nurses asked, trying to confirm Kassie's name. As soon as Kassie nodded, the nurses continued talking. "You're awake-- you've been asleep for about a day. It's three in the morning. You were in a car accident, and for some reason there was a bullet in your side." Kassie forced an expression, trying to act surprised that there had been a bullet in the side of her body. "And you were brought here with this young nice man, he had a bullet stuck in his shoulder, too." Kassie was so tempted to roll her eyes-- seriously, Alex... "nice"? She refrained though, and then looked back at the nurse. "Where is he?" Kassie asked, wondering if Alex was still around. One of the nurses walked towards the window, obviously peeking out. She turned her head, and gave the first nurse a nod.

"He's still outside. I guess he just wants to make sure you're okay." the head nurse said, smiling sweetly. "He's such a nice young man." Kassie gave a sarcastic nod, looking back towards the window. She was too far to see past it, so she couldn't see what Alex was doing out there. "Yeah. Just the sweetest boy." Kassie muttered sarcastically, obviously not giving it much thought seeing as she sounded so apathetic. "Can he come in?" Kassie asked the nurse, and for some reason, she really did want to see him. It was odd, because obviously he had tried to kill her. But then again, the nurses had told her that he had saved her and brought her over. She was slightly curious about his shoulder, too, and now she felt just a little bit bad about it. Though... he did get her in the side, so they were all even.

One of the nurses dashed off to retrieve Alex, while the other one fed her on some sort of crap on how to take care of her injury once she was released from the hospital. She'd have to return to the place for weekly check-ups on her wound, since they only fixed as much as they could. Kassie was barely listening, though, her attention was distracted by thoughts of Alex. She had so many questions to ask him-- like why he saved her, or if he was okay. Even if this whole thing was his fault, Kassie was still sort of concerned about him. Yes, Kassie blamed the whole thing on Alex, and she did hold responsible for everything that had happened. If only he hadn't tried and killed her, then she would have never gotten defensive and tried to kill him back. If she hadn't tried to kill him back, then neither of them would've ended up in the hospital. But truth was, he was actually the closest guy who had ever gotten so closed to killing her. He had made the most progress in injuring her, so he deserved a little credit and props for that at least. Still, it was all his fault, and Kassie was just all the victim of this.

The nurse began to remove the needles that had been stuck in Kassie's arm, saying that she was starting to do fine, and all she needed was to take a few more minutes to heal. The wound hadn't been terribly deep, so she didn't need much healing. The hospital had already patched her up and bandaged her the best they could, so she just needed to get some rest and check in once in a while. Suddenly, the door to Kassie's room opened and then there was the nurse from before and Alex following in. Kassie noticed that smirk on his face, as if he had won one round or something. She glared at him; though, her glare was mostly directed to his expression. Kassie wanted to talk to him privately though, since she didn't want either of the nurses to overhear her talking to the boy about things they didn't need to know. Taking some time for the nurses to finish on whatever they needed to do, Kassie was glad when they were finally done. "Can we get some privacy, please?" she asked, trying to hide the irritation in her voice. The nurses had been around for so long by now, it should be about time they get their a** moving and leave Kassie to talk to Alex alone.

Once all the nurses were out of the room, Kassie turned her attention back to Alex, and sighed at him. "Why did you save me?" Kassie asked. It was the first question she had asked him, mainly because the answer to that question was what she wanted to know the most. Kassie still didn't get it-- Alex was risking his life by saving hers. If her ex-boss and his current one ever found that Alex had saved her life, he'd most definitely be hunted down and considered a traitor. It did make her feel sightly guilty, yet then again, it wasn't like Kassie got on her knees and begged him to save her life. He saved her on his very own. "You shoot me then you save me? It doesn't make any sense at all." Kassie muttered, as she stared hard at Alex. "You're so odd." Kassie sighed, and glanced at his poor shoulder that she had probably messed up in attempt to kill him, but the fact that he had swerved his car aside so quickly messed that up. "How's your shoulder doing?" Kassie asked him, trying not to look too interested. The last thing she'd want for Alex to think was that she actually cared and that she was actually concerned about his health... even though she kind of was. The thought that Alex had waited to make sure she was okay made her feel guilty for messing up his shoulder... but then again, this was his fault. If only he hadn't tried to kill her, then this would have never happened. "So, you actually cared about me enough to stay and make sure I was okay? That's so sweet of you." Kassie teased, giving him a taunting look. But really... to be honest, she actually was kind of surprised to see that the boy had stuck around to make sure that Kassie was doing fine. "The doctor says that I just need to rest a lot, and they'll release me probably somewhere around tomorrow, maybe? Oh, I don't know. But this is all your fault for shooting me in the side." she pouted, but decided that it wasn't going to be any use making the boy feel bad. And hey, chances were, he didn't even feel an ounce of regret for shooting her.

Kassie patted a seat at the edge of her bed, sort of inviting Alex to sit down. She knew that he could possibly be very dangerous, seeing as he did shoot her in the waist and cause her to end up in a hospital... but for some reason, Kassie trusted him. After all, they were in a hospital, and she'd just be healed again after being injured. "So, since it's your fault I'm in the hospital, you have to take care of me until I get better. Then once I'm all better, I'm gonna kill you." Kassie quipped, giving him the biggest cheesy smile she could manage. She didn't even know herself why she was being so friendly. He obviously was the bad guy, he tried to kill her! So why was she acting so loose around him, and why was she joking with him? "Now go get me a bottle of water and a bag of fruit snacks!" Kassie ordered, trying to sound serious and look stern, yet she wasn't looking very convincing. She pulled the sheets that she was currently under closer to her, and then pouted, trying to look cute so that he'd actually get moving and get the patient what she wanted. "I kind of want a pack of M&M's, too."

[ooc] -- blahh. lots of spelling errors, && kinda short, sorry.

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» let's arm wrestle, I'll crush you like a jellybean

"What's that noise?" Jackie asked, hearing a little cracking and things binding together. She glanced around, and realized that the sound was coming right out of the nameless boy's shoulder. Her jaw dropped, and she freaked out a bit. She wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing. His shoulder was healing, but that wasn't normal. Jackie was pretty sure that she had shattered it into bits and pieces, syet it looked like a piece of cake to heal. But Jackie stopped feeling so bad; the boy did say that he was alright. For some reason, Jackie could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't in that much pain. In fact, instead of hollering with tears about his newly damaged shoulder, the boy looked more calm and curious than anything. He looked somewhat entertained about the fact that his shoulder was healing so perfectly. Jackie would've probably been a bit more interested about his shoulder, but then Dr. Beckett sent away those stupid armed men out. After he sent away those soldiers, he began to "explain" to the survivors on what was going on.

To be completely honest, Jackie hadn't even been patient enough to hear his little speech. Her attention was drilled and pinned on Jack and his shoulder-- she felt guilty; still. Even if he hadn't felt any pain right after her little incident, then he might have had felt it during. Jackie pouted, looking at Dr. Beckett, trying to reassure herself that everything was alright. Jack did tell her that he was alright, so she should trust him, right? Plus, like stated before, he didn't look completely injured. Pushing all that to the side of her mind, Jackie tried to listen to the doctor talk and explain everything that was going on. She couldn't exactly hear everything, since she had zoned out a bit a little while ago. However, the girl did pick up that the survivors had gained some "special abilities". Jackie was guessing that hers was being really strong... seeing as she pretty much smashed the intercom in, shattered the poor boy's shoulder, and smacked the gun out of a SEROF soldier's hand and into the ground. I think it's pretty safe and logical to say that Jackie was not normal. She glanced down at herself, and made a face. How was it possible that somebody as tiny as her was able to break somebody's shoulder or do total harm? That was just creepy and freaky.

However, before Jackie was able to do anything else, Xander grabbed her and started screaming at her, demanding if she was crazy. Jackie was shocked at being demanded of this so suddenly, and she was tryinig to find the right words to say. "You don't look crazy." Jack reassured, which was true. Even though she didn't look crazy, who knew if she was or not. Chances were, they were all crazy. Hell, Jackie herself could wring somebody's neck easily, without much effort, either. However, Jackie gritted her teeth slightly, and sucked her lips in together as soon as she heard Zac say that she could kill with a hug. "Thanks, thanks a lot, Zac. Made me feel really lady-like." Jackie muttered sarcastically, though she wasn't exactly mad at him. He was right... she was crazy as well. She could injure anybody without intentions of doing so, and if she ever developed any loved ones or important people, she could easily hurt them. Then that Gabriella girl reassured Zac that they weren't crazy. Jackie made a face, and shook her head. "No, no, no! He's right. We are crazy. Like he said, burning people or being freaky strong like me totally isn't normal. And I just pretty much destroyed that guy's shoulder--" Jackie shot a finger towards the nameless boy who was now sitting on the couch, looking totally chilled and fine. "And what do you know? The next second, he's fine and dandy. Uh, hello, you've got to be an idiot to miss something strange about that!" Jackie screeched, and then stopped. God, that was wrong of her, she really shouldn't have had exploded and went off on the innocent girl. "You know what? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you, and we should just calmly figure this out."

Jackie watched as Xander danced off towards the kitchen section, and then stood in front of the fridge, but instead tripped over a little bit. I guess it was the fact that Jackie was the closest thing that Xander could snatch for support, and that was why the girl grabbed Jackie's hand. Jackie didn't mind one bit, though. It didn't seem to bother her at all-- in fact, she was sort of glad that she was able to help Xander not fall. It was really nothing, really. However, something seemed to go on with Xander. The girl smacked Jackie lightly for whatever reasons... perhaps support? Or maybe just a little thanks for Jackie being able to support her.
Well, whatever it had been, it smacked the girl right across the room. Jackie didn't even realize what had happened until she collided right into the wall... and pretty soon-- through it. Yep, that was right. That little Xander chick smacked Jackie straight through a wall, and for some reason, it didn't hurt as much as it should have.

Emerging from the piles of broken wall pieces and dust that was floating around, Jackie coughed and sat up. "What the..." Jackie muttered, as she dusted some pieces off of her, and flipped her hair back out of her face. "What the hell was that? You totall threw me through a wall!" Jackie yelped, and then straightened her back. It did kind of hurt being thrown through a whole wall, but she wasn't in complete pain. I guess she was really tolerant of pain, then? She stood up, and then coughed again at the swirling dust around, then made a face. Now she gotten a taste of her own medicine-- being hurt because of super strength wasn't that fun. Jackie kicked aside the broken wall pieces away, and then looked back at the group. I guess you really couldn't say that she was furious at Xander for smashing her into a wall... after all, Jackie really had no right. She did break the nameless boy's shoulder, so that'd be hypocritical of her if she was mad at Xander for that. And really, it wasn't like Xander meant to do that. "It didn't hurt much..." Jackie said, a little confused that she wasn't writhling in pain as of now. She shrugged, and looked at the big damage on the wall. "I'm fine... if anybody of you care, anyways." Jackie muttered, as she looked back at the crowd.

Shaking her head carelessly, Jackie decided that this was ridiculous. The whole group was ridiculous. She was able to snap people like a twig, yet she was so easily thrown into a wall. Sighing, Jackie headed towards the refridgerator. Right now, something to drink would be nice... really nice. Her fingers clutched the handle, and of course, Jackie wasn't exactly watching her strength. Without even realizing it at first, Jackie ripped the door right off of the fridge. However, once she felt it in her hand, her jaw dropped and she bit her bottom lip. "Oh... god." she murmured, and then tossed the broken door towards the pile of ruins from the wall. Sighing again, she headed towards the couch, and plopped right down besides the nameless boy from earlier.

[ooc] -- sorry, kinda a boring post. mainly just rambling.

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One thing Kassie definitely didn't expect was Jane's presence. Well, okay, so Kassie did pretty much expect Jane to come and get her sooner or later... but she was expecting later, not sooner. Jane looked relieved to see her, and Kassie's attention focusing only on her best friend, she hadn't even realized how angry Alex behind her fuming. "Oh, I'm fine." Kassie replied, giving Jane a big smile. She did appreciate Jane worrying about her so much, but Kassie didn't want to be such a hassle for her to deal with. The last thing Kassie would ever want is Jane worrying and scared shitless of what might happen to her best friend. It was true, Kassie would pace around and be worried, too, but she just didn't want Jane to ever be put in that position. It was an uncomfortable position, and you were always bound to be nervous. "This is Alex, he's been taking care of me." Kassie added, not even bothering to look back at Alex. She knew she should have told Jane that he was the one who was assigned to kill her, but a part of her decided to leave that little detail out. It wasn't like Jane was going to ask, anyways. If Jane asked, then sure, Kassie would definitely tell her the truth. And if Jane would never mention it... then hey, what was the harm of leaving it out? What you don't know won't hurt you.

Suddenly, a dirty-blonde haired male came pouncing over. He was gorgeous, but Kassie thought that Alex was way more attractive. Speaking of Alex, she whirled her head back at him, and realized how pissed he look. She hadn't even paid attention to the male talking, he was blabbling about something. Then, the male walked right pass Kassie, and threw his arm merrily around Alex. Instead of being cheerful like a good friend should be, Alex growled and threw Matt's arm off. "Geez, what'd you do? Shove a pencil up his a**?" Kassie muttered at the male, referring to how Alex was acting. He was just fine earlier... in fact, Kassie was so sure that he was in such a good mood, he was going to buy her lunch or something. After all, she had been starving. And then pretty much, out of nowhere, Alex started screaming his head off about that Matt kid lying to him. "Alex! Shut up! You're being too loud!" Kassie snapped, as she punched him in the stomach lightly. Alex didn't even pay any attention to her, though... it was as if he hadn't felt it all. He said something about killing Jane, and Kassie felt her heart pound. What the hell was going on?

Before she knew it, a gun was pulled straight out of Alex's pocket (what the hell? How did he manage to sneak a gun in a hospital?), and then aimed it at Jane. "Jane!" Kassie screamed, right before the blasting sound of the bullet came. People shrieked and started running, and Kassie turned around, only to see Alex speeding off. However, Alex didn't matter right now. What truly mattered was getting Jane to a doctor... and Kass was pretty sure that there had to be a ton here. Before she could even get to Jane, the Matt guy scooped her up in his arms bridal-style, and began running down the hall, straight off somewhere. Kassie leapt off of the wheelchair, and wanted to move faster, yet the stitches on her side was preventing that. She turned around, hoping to see that perhaps Alex had changed his mind on running away and decided to come back... though it was just nothing but wishful thinking. Kassie couldn't believe how he actually shot Jane; and to think he was perhaps changing. Yeah, right.

Kassie spent hours in the waiting room with Matt, who seemed even more freaked out than she was. I guess it was a good trait to have in a boyfriend; one that freaked out when you were shot and they'd stay in the waiting room for you all night. However, Kassie hated him. She blamed everything on Matt-- it was all his fault, even though Alex had committed the crime. I guess it really was Kassie's fault, though. She shouldn't have had gotten Jane sucked into this whole mess; Jane was living a fine life already before Kassie just had to go and befriend her, bringing her into so much trouble. She felt her stomach drop; and she tried to think of what she could possibly do for Jane as an apology. Suddenly, Kassie's thoughts were interrupted by the Matt guy, as he asked her a question. "Are you mad at Alex?" Matt asked, and Kassie had to think that question through. I guess she was really ticked off... mostly at Matt, though. She didn't know why. But it wasn't like she was really mad at Alex... even though she should be. Kassie didn't know, she couldn't bring herself to be angry at Alex again, and yet he had still sentenced her best friend in the emergency room right now to get a surgery done for the bullet to be removed.

It was a good thing one of the nurses came out and talked to Matt and Kassie, or else it probably would have taken her forever to answer the question. "There's a possible chance that she might not live... though it's pretty much fifty-fifty." the nurse explained to Kassie... but mostly Matt. "The operation will probably take the rest of the night... and it's nine thirty PM right now. Personally, I think you should go home because you aren't going to be allowed to see the patient until tomorrow morning." The nurse disappeared back inside, and Kassie glanced at Matt. She was trying to decide whether to get home, or not. She wanted to be there for Jane when she got up, though she just wasn't sure if it was a good way to spend her time. Then, Matt interrupted her thoughts again. "You wanna talk to Alex?" he randomly offered Kassie, and she turned her head towards him. Her? See Alex? After all that had happened? Oh, yeah, she definitely wanted to see him... and pound his head in. "Yeah."

Matt told her where he lived, and he wrote down the address for Kassie. She was kind of surprised as of to why he knew Alex's address by heart, but it didn't matter. She got up and started heading towards the front door. A few hours ago, she had been released from the hospital, though she had to promise to come back for check-ups. An annoyed expression eventually found its way to Kassie's face, as Matt called her to wait. She whirled around, and growled a, "What?!" The guy took out a whole ring of keys, and then started to take one out of the little group. He gave that key to Kassie, and told her that she was going to need it. Apparently, there might be a hard time trying to get Alex to open the door. He advised her to be safe, and Kassie felt kind of bad for being angry at him, now. Obviously, all he wanted to do was help, but he was just one big screw-up. Then, he started to begin to twirl another key out, and handed that to her, too. He explained to her that that was the keys to his car, and then he described his car to her and the liscense plate, and told her the parking place, as well. Kassie thanked him, and left before he could delay her exit any further.

The first place Kassie went to was her house. She needed to change out of that ridiculous hospital gown; it was disgusting and hideous. As soon as Kassie changed out of that, and took a shower as well, she was ready to go. With a fresh new outfit on and an actual destination, Kassie started to drive Matt's car towards Alex's house. On her way there, she was trying to remember where she had last abandoned her car. It finally hit her that she had left it at that coffee place... the one where she first talked to Alex. That was okay; she'd get the poor thing later. Right now, she'd much rather focus on getting safely to Alex's place. She was actually surprised that Matt had willingly volunteered to give her the address, his car, and Alex's house key as well. Was this some sort of set-up? Plus, why did Matt have Alex's key? That was just a little creepy; but from the view of their relationship, they were pretty damn close. I guess Alex just trusted Matt enough with his house key.... but that wasn't for Kassie to give her opinion on.

Parking on what appeared to be the right street... or as Kassie had guessed, she made sure to be near the house Alex stayed in. Slamming the door after her, Kassie stood there for a second and searched through her bag for a gun. Yes, while she had been home earlier, Kassie snatched up a gun. After all, if she planned on getting revenge, she'd have to kill him. Sure, Kassie was pretty sure that she'd be heisitant to shoot Alex, though she really set her mind on it. As Kassie was on her way to the front door, she began to dig around for the key that Matt had given her before in order to let herself into Alex's home. She stabbed the key into the keyhole, then turned it, and stepped in. "Alex? You there?" Kassie called, griping the handle of the gun. She gently closed the door, and then began heading towards where there was light. Apparently, it was the kitchen, or living room, or whatever the hell it was. Alex was standing there, glancing at her, as if he had expected her ever since she unlocked the door and entered his house.

Without heisitation, Kassie raised her gun and aimed it directly at him. "I can't believe you shot her!" Kassie growled, glaring at him. There was a part of her that wanted to shoot him, yet another part that wanted to just throw the gun off to the side and jump into his arms again. Yet, every time she remembered how he shot Jane for no reason made her angry and just pretty much want to blow his head off. However, her face began to soften, nearly almost into a pout, even though that was the last thing Kassie wanted to wear on her face. "I thought I could trust you." Kassie whimpered, and then began heading towards him. Kassie managed to get close enough to shove her gun straight into his stomach, and stared straight up at him. "But you're just another jerk who doesn't care about how I feel."

[ooc] -- sorry, this post is crappy, & the ending sucks.

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oh god, i'm completely { trapped } inside
living in nothing but SECRETS && L I E S

It was pretty much running a little late by now, and Marissa knew that she'd better get to the little barbecue that Spencer was throwing. She was almost ready, just had to get dressed. As of now, the dark haired girl was stumbling out of her shower, reaching for a towel and then wrapping it around herself. Normally, Marissa would've spared some time to check some last minute things in the reflection of the mirror, but she didn't want to be the last one there to Spencer's little barbecue. The only reason Marissa hadn't gotten ready earlier before was because she didn't want to be the first one there, either. The last thing the girl would want to do right now was to be stuck alone with Spencer-- god, he might give her that "you know, our lifestyle should be a secret" bullshit. Though, that was probably only if Marissa started spewing on and on about how it was wrong to keep their supe a secret. For some reason, that little opinion of hers seemed to startle Spencer. True, Marissa was very tempted to tell somebody trustworthy about the existence of werewolves, but it wasn't like she was going to do it just to be spiteful... even if that seemed to be the case. Spencer had kept a close eye on for the girl, making sure she wasn't babbling about things that might be hinting how werewolves did truly exist, and he made sure she shut up when he was around. It seemed to delay Marissa's plans, but it definitely didn't drive her any other direction. Marissa's mind was solid, there was just nothing anybody could do to make her change her mind on how stupid it was that the werewolves were just something people thought was in fairytale stories. Certainly, you must agree it was stupid, too, right? There really was no harm in admitting that werewolves did exist, the vampires did it... and not every single human in the whole world was hiding and cowering in their houses. What was the harm of added the fact that werewolves weren't a myth, too?

Dashing out of the bathroom and straight into her room, Marissa started fishing around her closet for something she could possibly wear. "What to wear, what to wear?" she asked herself desperately, as she opened the door to her walk-in closet. Marissa certainly wasn't rich, but she did have a lot of clothes laying around. Turning on the light, she started to glance around the total mess of the tiny enclosed room, trying to figure out which outfit would suite tonight. The girl was hoping for more of a casual look, so instead of throwing on a formal dress or something, Marissa tossed on a tank top and then put on a blue front zip hoodie. It had plenty of grey stars on it, and then on the hood there were bits of fur outlining it. She also threw on a pair of black skinny jeans, mainly because she was too lazy to look for anything else. A pair of socks, and then a pair of black converse shoes came right after that. Perhaps too casual? Deciding that even if it was a little too casual, that was okay, since she was way too lazy to change again. She began to head off towards the bathroom again, and then Marissa spent about fifteen minutes drying it with the hairdryer. Once that was settled, Marissa headed off back into her room and snatched up her cell phone. The house was so quiet and so peaceful, but she didn't mind one bit. Marissa liked a cozy private place, even though sometimes it often got really lonesome. However, living by herself was better off than living with her family once again. The last time she spoke with them was possibly three years ago, when they told her it wasn't good for her to leave, yet she had done so anyways. There had been family problems before she left, though, and they had already started occurring ever since she was about seventeen. Though, there were two things that were definitely hard to get out of Marissa-- her family life and how she was made into a were. Touchy subjects like those two were practically impossible to pry out of Marissa, especially the werewolf one. She wasn't a big fan of sharing her dramatic stories, and she hated it when people pitied her, so Marissa often kept her mouth shut when it came down to that topic.

Pretty soon, the girl was straight out the door and on her way. The sky was starting to get dark since the sun was just beginning to leave. It was still a pretty night, though, and it was a sight to admire. Walking to the party wasn't a hassle for Marissa, so she really didn't see a point in driving. It just wasted gas, and plus, the gathering was only a few blocks away. Marissa was definitely a people-person, so she chose to live closer to people. Plus it was safer-- not like she had much to be scared of, anyways. One glance at the girl and you wouldn't think she could put up much of a fight, but Marissa was ready to punch anybody in the face if she ever felt threatened. It wasn't very likely that an idiot would go on messing with her, though, since Box Ankle was just such a friendly place. That was probably one of the reasons she enjoyed it here. Another reason was the weather, of course. Unlike some places, Box Ankle just didn't seem to freeze up like an icebox. Marissa certainly wasn't a big fan of the cold-- oh no. She hated the cold with a passion... it made her uncomfortable. However, a little chilly night was no problem at all... and that seemed to be what tonight was. A chilly night.

Marissa was pretty sure that she was getting close to the party for two reasons. The first reason was because she could hear a lot of people talking, laughing, and mingling. Those signs usually indicated that there was a gathering-- which was exactly what Marissa was expecting. Another reason was because she definitely knew the place well, and she knew were the party was located at. It didn't take her long from there to arrive. She saw a whole bunch of people, but ever since she was made a werewolf, Marissa hadn't been around people the way she used to. Normally, Marissa could just blab anything out and expect to get it over with... but now she had to carry secrets. There were a lot of little tiny ones that referred to the werewolf way of life, but the biggest secret of all was just basically the whole supe in general. Even though she hated how decisions fall mainly on the pack altogether but mostly the pack master, Marissa still didn't want to mess up what she had developed with these other werewolves. She had tried so hard to become so adapted to the way they live... and even though Marissa was one of them, she was different in so many ways. One of the "many ways" would be that she had nothing against vampires, and truth to be told, would actually want to befriend one of them.

Apparently, it wasn't common for a werewolf to admire vampires. Frankly, Marissa had no idea why. I mean... what was so wrong about them? Sure, they seduce innocent humans and drink their blood like Kool-Aid or something, but what different was that than people eating animals? Okay, so maybe that just wasn't the best way to describe the vampires, but the point was... they weren't all that evil. In fact, Marissa sort of wished that her pack would be more like them. Well... not in the whole drinking blood department, that just made Marissa sick to think about, but hopefully they would open a little bit more. The vampires openly exposed themselves to the world, and there was a huge chunk of Marissa that wished Spencer would do that. She knew that it would take him a while to soak in the idea, seeing as he was just so damn careful and cautious on keeping the whole werewolf existence thing a secret. However, Marissa was spending a lot of time attempting to convince him that it wasn't all that bad of an idea. As of now, her little talks with Spencer trying to persuade him to open up a little wasn't working too well... and she knew that, too. In response to Marissa admitting that she thought the werewolves shouldn't pretend to be nothing but creatures in a fairy-tale, she's got Spencer watching her whenever she could. Marissa was fully aware that this was nothing to be proud of, seeing as Spencer probably saw her as a threat and was terribly afraid she'd blurt. Though, as much as Marissa hated to be supervised by Spencer so much, she really couldn't blame him. He was just doing a good job of being a pack leader, and making sure that the safety of his pack wasn't in harm... but Marissa just didn't get why exposing their existence would threaten their safety, but whatever.

As soon as Marissa arrived, people whom she knew started waving at her and greeting her. She stood around the entrance for a while, talking to a few friends. After a few more exchanging words, Marissa ditched the group and headed in. The first place she was getting at was definitely where they stored all the alcohol and the drinks-- that was what Marissa wanted the most. Without letting anything get in her way, the girl successfully made it to the refreshment table. She snatched a bottle of beer, and immediately popped the cap off carelessly. There wasn't much on her mind, except for the fact that she should probably find somebody to dance with, or at least talk to. Without a real destination to head off to, Marissa glanced her head around and trying to find at least somebody decent to bond with. Instead of seeing a gorgeous guy like Marissa was hoping to, her eyes got latched onto Spencer talking to some blond chick. Marissa couldn't identify who it was at first, and personally, she honestly didn't really care. Whoever Spencer talked to, that was his business, and it wasn't like Marissa was concerned about him. He could take care of himself-- he was a big man... possibly the biggest, most muscular guy Marissa had ever laid her eyes on. Just when she was about to look away, Marissa saw that Spencer's little company had turned her head as she talked a little bit, holding out a beer bottle to Spencer.

It didn't take Marissa long to realize that it was that fairy girl. Was it Selena? Selene? Celeste? Marissa searched her mind, trying to figure out, trying to remember, what that little girl's name was. Oh! Celia. That was right. Everybody seemed to realize that she was gorgeous, and Marissa would often overhear guys talking about her. Marissa knew who she was; she had spoken to her possibly once or twice, but that was a while ago. However, rumors were true... she was the most beautiful girl ever. Marissa noticed that she had a charming smile, a smile that pretty much could possibly win every single guy's heart. Marissa paid no more attention to her, though, since she didn't want to just stand around. Her attention was eventually snagged when she noticed a familiar figure, standing semi-close to the fire and doing nothing but gazing at it. He seemed to be clouded with his thoughts; Marissa could tell. Nicky. He was a shapeshifter-- somebody who was able to take the shape of anything he pleased, as long as he had a visual image. Marissa made her way to him, moving away from anybody who might have blocked her path. It got only slightly warmer as she got closer to the fire; closer to Nicky. He still hadn't taken full awareness that Marissa had headed towards his way.

With no warning at all, Marissa snatched one of his shoulder lightly with one hand, in attempt to scare him from behind. However, she really did hope that he wouldn't developed some sort of heart attack. "Boo!" Marissa cried out, and then popped from behind him to next to him. She bumped his shoulder a bit, trying to be a little more friendly. "Hope I didn't scare you too much." she grinned, then took a sip of her beer, trying to decide what to say now. It hadn't been until now that Marissa realized that Nicky wasn't with Hilary-- and he was always with her... at least, close with her. Most people knew by now that they shared a really strong bond, you'd have to be an idiot to miss it. So, was that what Nicky had had on his mind all this time? Hilary? Marissa didn't know much about the two of their relationship or friendship except that they were really close best friends, and she didn't want to force herself into their business. "So, where's Hilary?" Marissa asked curiously, trying not to sound too interested. "And how are you doing? You don't look too excited." Marissa commented, shrugging.

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GEMINUS

▶xxxAbigail Laray Fernandez
▶xxxFemale
▶xxxHeterosexual
▶xxxDuplication
▶xxxHotpink
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Happy, cheerful and always ready to assist Telepathy, this villain really doesn't seem like one at all. She's the only one out of the three that isn't strange and socially awkward. She actually enjoys meeting new people and is constantly trying to win the town over with her adorable attitude. Of course, sometimes she gets a little too hyper and overloads them with chatter. When she gets excited, she tends to duplicate without even realizing it and chattering away from quite a few different mouths. It's enough to give someone a very serious migraine. Still, she's a big part of the team and is ready to bring these heroes down using any means necessary. Aside from killing them of course. She can barely bring herself to kill insects, let alone an actual person. She can't wait until this town realizes they've got it all wrong and that she and her friends aren't the real bad guys. Oh how she loves to say I told you so.

★ GEMINUSfillerfillerfillerfiller

filler●✖● abigaillarayfernandez ●✖●filler
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» » fit poorly && arrange the sight

{ !! } fillerfiller identities erased; Abby
{ !! } fillerfiller not dead but definitely dying; twenty two years of age
{ !! } fillerfiller last time i checked; i'm a dollface
{ !! } fillerfiller too many options may kill a man; i'm only attracted to men
{ !! } fillerfiller just a part of the herd; trust me, there's plenty of me to go around. i duplicate.
{ !! } fillerfiller my baby's got sauce; this special someone.
{ !! } fillerfiller just another shade of grey; hotpink

» » shine on me baby

{ !! } fillerfiller doll it up in virgin white; [1][2][3][4]
{ !! } fillerfiller guilty pleasures; long walks, talking, hot chocolate, sweets, pastries, cheesy food, pasta, making new friends, clothes, shopping, attention, animals, candles, scents, sleeping in, relaxing, sunny days
{ !! } fillerfiller devils playthings; the cold, mean people, stupid people, uptight people, arguments, losing, being made fun of, sarcasm, doing work, waking up early, those "heroes", liars, headaches, gross medicine
{ !! } fillerfiller under the bed; massive dogs, lightning, being alone, big explosions

» » a sight to behold

{ !! } fillerfiller do i run rare; five foot four inches (5'4)
{ !! } fillerfiller and you've changed so; one hundred and sixteen pounds
{ !! } fillerfiller bat those eyelashes and pull up those skirts; the prettiest blue ever.
{ !! } fillerfiller what was golden is gray; dark brown
{ !! } fillerfiller fortune finds me fit and able; two piercings on each ear, so four total.
{ !! } fillerfiller i killed my dinner with karate; yeah, no thanks.
{ !! } fillerfiller do you want to run with my pack; i have this huge scar on my upper right arm from falling off a roof when i was a little girl... it's a long story

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JESSIELARAYFERNANDEZ

I was born on December 17th. And since that day my parents have called me Jessie Laray Fernandez but you can call me either Jessie's fine. Now at the age of seventeen I've grown to be a wonderful barbie doll! But other people see me as the queen bee... surprise surprise. I learned that I can't live without shopping, partying, pastries, hot chocolate, the warm, sleeping in, sunny days. You'll find that I'm less then thrilled about stupid people, fat people, slim fast, the cold, spiders, bugs, losing but definitely not as much as massive dogs, roller coasters, baby barf I've been scared of them forever. I can't help but notice that jock? Uh, yeah, hello, mine. And I absolutely hate losers... but what can we do? And even though things have been a bit, OFF lately, I'm ready to get what I want!


So, I guess this is where I'll talk about my whole amazing life and all that stuff. Well, first of all, I was born into a really wealthy family, being the middle child. My older brother was four years old when I was born, and later I was five when my little brother was born... but nobody cares about him. After all, this is all about me. Okay, like I said, ever since I was a little girl I've been spoiled. My whole family has loved me. To my dad, I'm his pretty little princess and he'll buy me anything I want without question... mainly because if I'm upset, the whole world isn't going to be happy. I suppose that's how he saw things. Then there's my mom. I'm pretty much a spitting image of her... the same pale blond hair and diamond blue eyes. I guess the fact that I take after my mother's genes helps us get along-- and she's not that bad. Then there's my older brother. We bicker most of the time, but I know he loves me deep down somewhere in there. My little brother? Yeah, not so much. Apparently, I'm his older sister who thinks she's better than him... but I'm not saying he's wrong.

I suppose that my life pretty much revolves around my threatening title. The "queen bee". I really don't see how I got labeled as that... I mean, it's not like I'm constantly wearing black and yellow or I produce honey or something. However, I suppose that the reason I've "earned" this title because I'm attractive and bossy... not to mention, popular. Oh, yeah. Those three things, they're definitely me. I'm adorable, and I know it. I'll use my charm and my good looks to get my way, and it often works, too. My bossy attitude? Well, I'm not sure how I developed that, but I'm going to go ahead and guess that it's because I'm so used to getting what I want and how I want it. But popular, I really honestly don't know how that pinned on me. It's not like I go around shouting for attention on a foghorn, but somehow everybody in the whole school has managed to know me and know everything about me. I'm not saying I don't like it, because trust me, being queen bee is the best thing that's ever happened to me. Really, do you know anything better than telling some stupid kid to shut up... and he'll listen? I know the latest buzz, and I can get information on anything I want about anybody. All the girls want to be me, and all the guys want to be with me. And believe me, I can get any guy I want.

Though, speaking of guys, I've currently got one wrapped around my finger. I can honestly go on right ahead and say that he's the cutest boy there is, and he's totally manly. He's great at sports, and I suppose his great looks gets every girl jealous. However, no matter how jealous these girls get, they're definitely not getting him. The whole reason behind that is because he's my boyfriend, and nobody dumps me. It's just never happened in history before, and I doubt it'll ever occur. Plus, our relationship is going on just fine, so girls, don't count on getting a date with him any time soon. However... there's a little something I think I've gotta confess. I'm not exactly the most loyal girlfriend out there, and my boyfriend has no idea about that... yet. Though, I don't plan on letting him find out. And let me tell you this, when I make plans, I stick to my plans. No stupid idiot is going to get in my way... I'll make damn sure of it. If I want it to be a secret that's totally locked down, then that's what I'll get. The only person who's probably ever going to find out is my best friend... And she's a bit of a dumbass. Okay, I guess she's not that much of a dumbass, but there's something about her that's somewhat fishy. Still, I consider her my closest friend, and we're a bit of a package deal. You mess with her, you're messing with me as well... and when you mess with the two of us, that's definitely no fun for you. She can be a bit oblivious of my plans sometimes, but I've planned it to be that way. I can honestly say I trust her with my life and my secrets, but I'm not sure how she'll handle things. She's kind of unpredictable, and no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to read her mind. Still, she's not bad, and I respect her more than any other girl in the school, which, I suppose, makes her second in command right off the bat.

Enough of the most two important people in my life, let's focus back on me. I wanna continue to talk about me! Well, I'm not exactly a straight A student, and in fact... I'm not even close. I'm kind of a C grade student, but as long as that is "average", my parents are totally fine with it. In fact, I don't think they'll really give a rip if I ever fail or something. I mean, my family owns a company big enough for me and both my brothers to share and make a lot of money in. I'm not exactly positive as in if I'll really manage the place when I grow up, but I know that if I don't ever get to where I want... I can always use that place as a back-up. But I highly doubt that I won't make it... I never fail. However, on the other hand, I've got plenty of hobbies, which none of them include giving a damn about my grades. I'm totally into shopping, anybody sensible would notice that. I mean, you've gotta be blind to not realize I have trillion and trillion of clothes! I shop non-stop, and since my parents are pretty much filthy rich, I can afford anything I set my mind too. I also love talking on the phone, too. Before I got a cell phone, I basically maxed out my house phone by babbling on that for the longest time ever... then my parents got smart and decided to give me a cell phone. You can also find me texting a lot. Oh, here's an interesting one. I like swimming; and then I quit because the swim team won't let me wear a cute bikini.

I guess you should know that I'm a really high-maintenance girl, and I want everything to go my way. I'll throw tantrums if you don't do what I tell you, either that or I'll just get the whole school on your a**. Apparently, I'm sly. Who would've thought? Well, I guess I do deserve credits for being sly and sneaky. I can come up with the most evil yet unrighteous plots to bring somebody down, and they all work... so I suggest you don't get on my bad side, I'll turn your house into a parking lot. I'm most definitely judgmental. I don't like people who don't take good care of their looks, and it usually bugs me. I also don't care about other people's opinion most of the time, so I guess that makes me insensitive. However, I guess I'm ambitious. Nothing gets past me, I'll destroy it in a flash. Yeah, that's right. I highly do advise you to leave me alone and don't stir up trouble... you can't win. I'll crush you like a bug no doubt.

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JESSiE LARAY FERNANDEZ
but it's YOUR HIGHNESS to you.
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the top of the pyramid

The light buzzing sound of Jessie Fernandez's soft alarm clock was enough to bring her from out of her sleep. A pair of lazy gentle green eyes lifted up slowly, and Jessie was finally awake. Her graceful fingers tapped at her alarm clock to set it off before it went apeshit on her-- that was the last thing she needed this morning. A field trip was occurring today at school; and truth be told, she really wasn't up for it anymore. It had been weeks ago when she was hyped up to miss school just to explore around some lame museum that displayed things only history geeks gave two shits about, however, now she'd rather sit her a** down in a chair inside a boring classroom and watch her math teacher write numbers on the overhead and pretend to listen. Perhaps calling in sick wouldn't be that bad of an idea; but where would all the fun be? Plus, even though Jessie definitely wouldn't classify herself as a nerd, she had nothing against school. In fact, it was her kingdom and she thought of it more as a game.

I guess you could say that Jessie thought it was a video game; something like that. If it was a game, she was definitely winning; the one who had the highest score. In case you were a bit of an idiot and hadn't noticed, Jessie currently held the most powerful position as a queen bee. It was more of an honor than a label, though. The girl loved every minute of making somebody get out of the way, mainly because she didn't want to see her or she was blocking the path. Everybody thought she had an amazing body; and Jessie could feel the envious eyes glued onto her butt or her boobs or her curves or something. And on top of that, Jessie was definitely gorgeous. Seriously, there were no flaws when it came to Jessie! Well, at least, that's what she thought. Despite her flawless appearance and the school under her rule, she could be a major insensitive b***h. Anybody who crossed her path was a dead man; and Jessie picked at people one by one. It was the number one way to push people down and then kick the s**t out of them-- at least, for her. Any dumbass set on her hit list was bound to be massacred, she'd make sure of it. Her targets usually set for those who opposed her-- which would be some wannabes who thought it'd be cool to stick up to her or something. Or maybe those stupid geeks who spent their weekend watching some nerd channel or doing whatever it was that nerds did during their free time.

Knowing very well herself that she wasn't going to miss out on the field trip, Jessie sighed and shoved the baby pink sheets off of her. She slipped off of her bed, and then out of the light pink canopy. Yes, Jessie had a canopy. It was when she was seven years old that she had demanded one, since it made her feel more like a "princess". Even though she had moved from a full sized bed back then to a queen sized bed now, Jessie refused to get rid of the canopy. Her whole room was pink and purple, with a bit of white decorated around. Well, what did you expect from a high-maintenance girl like Jessie? Her feet pushed into purple slippers, and she trudged her way to the walk in closet in her room. Pushing it open, Jessie snatched out a cute purple mini-dress that was halfway to her knees. She continued to fish around the large closet, and managed to pull out a pair of black leggings, though they were the short kind. With her outfit already picked out, Jessie danced into the bathroom, her mood already lifting.

It took a total of fifty seven minutes for Jessie to take her shower, brush her teeth, dry her hair with the hairdryer, and get dressed, and apply make-up as well. After the girl was sure that she looked good, she began to head towards her table, and swiped up her cell phone. Flipping it open, she noticed three text messages that were unread. The first one was some stupid chain mail, threatening to kill her at night if she didn't pass it forward. Jessie never believed that stupid stuff, it was so immature and childish, so she deleted it right off the bat. The second one was from one of her friends, asking to borrow a blue top or something for tomorrow. Jessie made a face, not wanting to dig through her closet for a blue top, so just ignored the request. The last one was from Ricardo-- finally, one that made her smile. He offered to give her a ride, and Jessie was definitely going to accept it. You see, Ricardo was her boyfriend, you'd have to be blind not to notice that. They were the most powerful couple in the school-- no doubt about that. Any girl with a brain would want to get her hands on Ricardo, and they'd most likely say yes in a heartbeat if he asked them on a date. That, though, wouldn't happen any time soon because Jessie was pretty sure their relationship was going fine. Nobody could peel Richie away from her, and she'd crush them like a bug if they even dared to consider.

babyy,
i think you should give me a ride!
pick me up soon?

love jessie xoxo

With that set, and her hair dry and nicely done, Jessie began to head out of her room. She carefully and gracefully walked down the stairs, cautious not to fall and hurt herself. Her big brother had fell down the stairs about three or two times before, mainly because he was careless. But oh, no, Jessie wasn't about to let that happen to her. The last thing she'd need was a broken foot or a scratched up face; that would definitely leave a heavy dent in her status. Flowing straight into the kitchen, Jessie noticed her father sitting down on one of the table, scanning over some article in the newspaper. Her little brother, Davis, was busy pouring himself some cereal. "Morning, Daddy!" Jessie greeted, the sweetest smile plastered on her face. She poured herself some Cheerios and milk. Even though Jessie was rich, spoiled, and lazy, she had to make her own breakfast. Her mother didn't have to work until later, so she usually slept in, which meant that she'd have to prepare her breakfast for herself. I guess you could say that they could have hired a maid or a housekeeper or something, someone to make her something to eat in the morning, but Mr. Fernandez would totally go against that. Jessie may be her dad's little princess, but he didn't want to spoil his daughter to the point where she'd be dependent. Apparently, for him, having somebody make your breakfast was depending on somebody.

"How about I give you a ride to school today?"

Jessie's attention whipped from her bowl of bland Cheerios to her father, who was now looking at his daughter. She shook her head softly, and the words 'no thanks' came out of her mouth. Her dad asked her if she was going to drive herself, and Jessie saw no point in lying to her dad. "Oh, no. Daddy, Richie's gonna drive me." Jessie replied, and then put a spoonful of cereal in her mouth. Her dad nodded in approval, and went back to scanning over his article. It seemed funny, but Jessie's father definitely liked Ricardo. Her dad found out that Richie's dad was a successful coach, and t hat they were a very well family. Richie managed to act like a gentleman in front of Jessie's father, anyways, so he definitely found her boyfriend charming and approved of him. Her mother thought he was gorgeous and well-mannered (if only she knew how Richie acted to other people), so she had nothing against him. After Jessie was done eating her breakfast, she set her bowl and her spoon into the sink, and turned towards her brother. "Davis, do me a favor and do the dishes for me. Thanks!" Jessie would never do the dishes; that was gross. Her brothers always managed to do the dishes, take out the trash, vacuum, pretty much any dirty chore in the house.

The blond headed up the stairs again, and disappeared into her very own room. She brushed her teeth again, and popped a piece of gum into her mouth to keep her breath fresh. It wasn't that Jessie's breath smelled; no, she always kept it smelling good, it was just that she wanted to keep that up. She pranced to her closet again, deciding that it'd be best to bring a sweater or something just in case it got chilly. There was this perfect jacket; it was soft and it was black with purple stars on it. That would look really cute on the dress she was wearing and the black leggings, so Jessie began digging through her closet for it. After two minutes of searching for the damn thing and with no luck at all, she whipped out her cell phone. Perhaps it was at her best friend's house? A lot of Jessie's clothes ended up at Kadence's house, mainly because she'd always spend the night and leave a set of outfit there and always forget it. Though, Jessie didn't mind if Kadence wore her clothes sometimes. Kadence was second in command at the school; no doubt about that. She was also the girl that Jessie paid the most respect to, and anybody idiotic enough to mess with Kadence was most likely going to get a piece of Jessie, too. She may not win the 'most amazing friend' award, but Jessie wasn't going to let anybody pick on Kadence... not like anybody would, anyways. The only people who opposed Jessie and Kadence were those jealous bitches or just people who thought they could successfully stick up against the two girls.

hey kady, babe
did i leave a black sweater with purple stars at your house?
i can't find it anywhere here.
anyways, let me know! see you later, hun

love, jessie xoxo

Somebody calling Jessie made her clamp her phone shut after the message was sent, and she stuck her head out the door to listen more carefully. It was her little brother calling for her. "JESSIE! YOUR BOYFRANNNN IS HERE!" he called, a little amusement in his tone. Jessie hadn't realized she had spent so much time, so she snatched her bag and began to rush downstairs. Once Jessie saw Richie, the biggest grin split from her face and she dropped her stuff, rushing to her boyfriend. Jessie jumped on him, her arms swinging around his neck and her legs wrapping around his waist. Richie seemed to know the routine, though, and he caught her perfectly without any mistakes. Jessie kissed Ricardo, even though Davis was right there, staring at the two of them. It didn't bother her much; she and Ricardo weren't shy of their relationship and definitely weren't ashamed to let others know that they were dating. They would often grope each other out in public, letting everybody know that they were a solid couple. Jessie broke the kiss, and let herself off of Ricardo, straightening out her little dress and picked her up her stuff again. Davis was there, smirking at Richie and Jessie. "Richardddd and Jessieeee, sitting in a tree. Kay-Eye-Ess-Ess-Eye--" Davis was in the middle of being the little immature jerk he was, just before Jessie stopped him. "It's Ricardo, genius." Jessie growled at him, the sarcasm in her voice dripping dangerously. She was actually surprised that Davis wasn't intimidated by Ricardo-- her boyfriend looked really manly and looked like he could easily pound Davis' head in. "Okay, whatever his name is! Nobody cares!" Davis said, and Jessie glared at him to shut up as she slipped a pair of black flats on. "I care. You see, this is why you don't have a girlfriend, Davis. You're such a little p***k. Anyways, BYE DADDY! I'M LEAVING!" Jessie called to her dad after she had told off Davis. Speaking of Davis, he muttered something about not liking any of the girls at his school-- and that was why he was still single. Jessie slipped her arm into Richie's, linking them together. As she led him out, Jessie heard her brother 'good luck' to Richie, and then wink at him. Growling, Jessie slammed the door shut, not wanting to see Davis' face anymore.

"God, Richie, I'm so sorry. My brother's such a pain in the a**." Jessie murmured, apologizing. "Now, why don't I give you something I was gonna give you?" Jessie whispered, as she pulled Ricardo close and their lips collided. Eventually, their tongue began wrestling along with each other. Jessie could feel her brother spying on her through the peephole-- geez, that little boy needed a hobby. He seemed to be the only one to get under her skin, mainly because he was family, and also because he didn't have a reputation to worry about since he didn't go to her school. Fearing that her dad would come out soon to get off to work and then catch his daughter and her boyfriend making out, Jessie tore away and walked towards Richie's car. She waited for him to unlock the doors first, and then she popped into the shotgun seat. "So, gorgeous, we going to the school now or do we gotta pick somebody up?' Jessie asked once Ricardo got in the car as well, pulling the gray seat-belt over her and buckling herself safe.

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JASON KEITH MANNING
▌ Say hello to Prince Charming ▌

× × × all me, baby

° please call me » » Jason's fine
° surprise party on » » March 29th
° well, it's not a contest » » I'm twenty-one, damnit.
° born a certain way » » Well, for starters, I'm definitely manly
° sometimes known as » » I'm a bundle of fun, yet romantic. You tell me.

× × × let's skip to the basics

▶ OUTGOING so, I would like to say for the record, I do consider myself pretty outgoing. In fact, most people do. That's why they call me the fun romantic, duh. Anyways, I'm just bouncing off everywhere, usually. I don't care what happens, I guess you could say I'm one of those guys who live for today, not tomorrow. I'm totally fun, and I'm the type of guy to just randomly pick you up and twirl you around to force that smile out of you, and if that doesn't work, then I'll resort to tickling. But hey-- you get it, I love to see a bright smile but most of all I love having fun. However, I'm not that bit of an idiot, so I know when to stop once it gets too far. I can be serious if the time is right, though we never know when the "right time" is sometimes...

▶ SASSY though this word would often used to describe a girl, I guess I do consider myself sassy sometimes. Yes, it's possible even if I'm so manly. You see, the thing with me is that you've only got a few chances to stay off my bad side. Once you've hit all those strikes, you've been placed on my bad list. I know it doesn't sound very threatening, but if you're not one of those people I like to hang around with, I'll make your life a living hell. I'm bitter and snappy, though people don't tend to realize that. If you get in an argument with me, and I feel offended or something, I'll definitely make sure you lose that debate and eat your ******** words, too. I've got a lot more pride than to just stand around and be insulted like some sort of worthless piece of cardboard. Still, it's hard to get on my bad side and last long as you stay off, you won't suffer from any unnecessary attitude.

▶ CHARMING well, damnit, they don't call me romantic for no reason. I'm like Prince Charming, only I'm real and just a tad better. I hate to sound like a player (which I'm definitely not), but I think that every single girl has got something to offer. Now, I know that sounded wrong, but that wasn't what I meant. What I meant to say was that there's not bad about any girl-- there's something always good in her. I probably respect girls more than any other type of animal or person or thing in this girl, so don't take it personally if you've got balls. I love sweeping girls off their feet and making them feel all giddy with joy and fall in that love and all that stuff-- I think it's cute and I'm certainly good at it. Still, I'm not one of those guys who pay girls for a good lay or something, I would never do that. That's disrespectful, and definitely not what I meant by "taking a girl out". To me, taking a girl out is to take her to something entertaining, compliment her, treat her to dinner, continue to compliment her, and make her feel like she's the only thing in the world that matters.

▶ STINGY trust me, you'll never be able to gnaw through me. When I have my mind set, it's certainly set straight. Nothing will be able to make me take something back unless I really mean it, and nobody will ever take anything valuable from me. I've got a whole lot of chunks of pride floating around in me, and I'm not about to let that break and shatter. My pride gets in the way most of the time, so probably if you demand me to do something against my will, I'll flip out and kick your a**. I may be "fun" but that doesn't mean that you can just push me around like some little kid. Plus, I'll also refuse just to get a kick out of seeing you get frustrated. It's really nothing.

▶ A GREAT FRIEND I hate to brag and what not, but I'm possibly the greatest friend you can find. I'll sacrifice myself for you in a heartbeat if that meant that I could save your life. If that isn't true devotion, then I don't know what the hell you're thinking. I'm one of those guys who'll waste hours and hours and hours by just sitting there and holding your hand and helping you get through your problems. I'm completely loyal, so it's safe to trust me with your secrets (even though people think I'm a big blabbermouth, I'm not). I hate to be all overrated and threaten to beat your head into a pulp if you mess with my friends, but I really will. I'm really protective of my friends, and I'll do anything to make sure that they've always got a bright smile on their face. I really can't stand people who claim to be great friends, but in the end all they care about themselves. I can really promise you, with all my heart, I'm not that type of guy.

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° please don't tell » » I haven't got a single care in the world when I'm with the vampire

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