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[a la grapefruit]

veronica stantin
" p r e t t y___l i t t l e___g i r l___w i t h___her___e l e c t r i c___l i g h t___s h o w "
electricity is of two kinds: positive and negative

who knows where this story started.
truthfully i can barely remember myself.
but from what i can remember,
i guess i've always been a

F R E A K

i grew up with my mother and father
we were on the "right" side of the tracks if you will.
basically we were completely and utterly

R I C H

i got everything that i wanted as a child.
that only increased when my mother died.
my dad felt that things would fill the void left by her death
and the fact that work seemed to be his life now.
but it didn't fill the void.
i wasn't happy, i was

F U R I O U S

then__things__started__happening.__things__that__even__if__i__wanted__to,__i__couldn't__explain.
i__was__so__scared.
felt__like__i__couldn't__breathe__with__all__this__energy__rushing__through__me.
i__wanted__my__daddy,__but__he__wouldn't__come__when__i
called
cried
screamed.
all__of__it__was__so__pent__up

it's my anger that causes all of this.
dad didn't make it to my sixth birthday party, i locked myself
in my room screaming until light shot from my hands and my
grandmother's house went up in flames another business
trip cut into our plan to visit disney world when i was eight?
i stomped and cried in my bedroom that night when all of a
sudden those lights returned and our own went out. along with
four other counties in the state. no one could connect these
events to me, so started to learn. learn how to control the
friend i had found in bolts and shocks.

as i grew
so did my powers

it became harder to hide things when
i realized that i could send people jolted through the air or
start any car with just the flick of my wrist. people began to
notice. that's when he showed up.

i didn't like michael utin from the moment we met.
and i was right to not trust him either

he promised that these tests would be
harmless. he promised that me and my dad could stay with
each other, near one another. he promised it would probably
be over in a year at the most.
he lied.

i was kept in a holding cell, much like one you'd find at a prison or a mental institution at the age of ten.
for my eleventh birthday i got strapped to a chair, an IV stuck in my arm.
i spent the next ten years here.
at first all i got to see was the almost completely naked room, aside from the table, chair and bed, all bolted down.
then i saw more and more of this place unfold.
i began working for them, and every day became my birthday as rules got more and more lax.
i went from prisoner to employee, but really -- weren't they one in same?

there were people though.
people who i'll never forget. i've never been completely alone.

people like me have always been surrounding me.

at first it was my cousin.
we were never extremely close, but one day we both found we shared these amazing abilities.
i finally felt like i didn't have to hide in my room when my anger swelled in my chest, there was finally someone else.

he could fly or make things float.

i was always so jealous.
the second person who entered my life, corinne.
a gorgeous girl with dark hair and even darker eyes.
like me, taken from her family, set up in a cell.
she knew the pin-p***k of an IV needle as well as i did.
we both had lost things, wanted them back, needed some sort of revenge.
we got out, we grew to trust each other as much as our memories of previous betrayals allowed.
i wouldn't call her my partner, neither of us need the others help.
i guess it's just more convenient.

she can manipulate, her mind as well as that of others.

it comes in hand when you need a break.
i'm jealous of her as well.
c'est la vie.
they always say you want what you don't have.

L E T M E
S U M U P
M Y L I F E

- i'm twenty one years old.
- i've never rode a rollercoaster.
- i've never gone swiming.
- i've never been on a date.
- i've never driven a car.
- i never imagined this life for myself.

And that's the story so far.
aside from the fact that i'm now living in metropolis.
that's right, i escaped though prison-esque walls;
moved up to a penthouse all my own.
the residents didn't put up any fuss at all about me moving in.
in fact their response was really quite shocking.
it feels good to know that i'm finally free from basically everything.
i'm ready to give this city the electroshock therapy that it so desperately needs.
give it a new life with just a simple shock to the heart.

[a la grapefruit]

corinne weaver
" t h e___m a g i c i a n___w h o___d o e s n ' t___n e e d___s m o k e___a n d___m i r r o r s . "
what is seen is not the truth.

you want to know about me? about my past?

well don't ask what happened first, i don't remember. sometimes i get confused that way. i don't remember things the way you remember things. i remember them backwards, forwards, sideways.

imag·i·na·tion - the image-making
_____power of the mind; the act of creating or reproducing
___________ideally an object not previously perceived; the ability
_____________________________________________________to create such images.

i was just tired of suffering in silence.

i grew up in this god awful city. mom was a waitress. dad wasn't in
the picture.that's not to say that mommy dearest didn't have her fair
share of boyfriends around.

i don't
remember his
name. i don't remember
what he looked like. i just remember
his voice. and his hands. and the smell of his breath.
like menthol cigarettes. the same ones that my mom always smoked.
i remember the nights when my mom worked third shift but he still spent the night.

my mom didn't do a thing. she just sat idly by.
she never asked about the blood or the bruises.

oh god, oh god, she never asked, she never said anything. she didn't even ask when i stopped talking.

i hurt and hurt and hurt and it was all i knew.
i was eight years old. i was eight years old and
i_______couldn't_______fight_______back__.

i didn't play like normal kids. i could close my eyes and sit there for hours
imagining all sorts of things. hundreds of dresses in my closet. so many
toys that i didn't have room for them all. one day, when i was playing, i
was imagining a bicycle. a pink bicycle with a bell and a basket. i opened
my eyes and it was there.

i wanted him to hurt. i wanted him to feel the way i'd felt.

if_____i_____can_____think_____it,_____it_____can_____exist.
you'll see whatever i want you to see or feel whatever i want you to.

kids at school, teachers, guidance counselors,
they all had their theories about what was
wrong with me. they all kept asking me why i
didn't talk, as if i was going to answer them.

__the kids mostly made fun of me. i had more important things to worry, about
_____though. i had revenge to exact. so i stayed quiet, but i took some of my
_________feelings out on them. or their pets. i would sit in class and just stare
_____________until i saw them hold their head. and then they'd complain to the
_________________teacher, they'd ask to go to the nurse to get aspirin. but
_____________________before they could get out of the room, i would make sure
___________________________that the pain was so bad that they couldn't even
________________________________move. all they could do was cry. ouch.

the power was so addictive. i wasn't a victim anymore.
hearing__other__people__scream__for__a __change__felt__so__validating.

they didn't give me a choice. i didn't choose to
go to that place. they locked me up and i didn't
choose it like some of them there did. but i met
veronica. and we got out of there when we could.
we worked together. and out here, now, she's
the closest thing i have to a friend.




now that i'm back out in the real world, i'm picking up where i left off.

[B a r i s t o]

Alexei Dmitriev
" T h e___m a n___w h o___w i l l ___f r e e z e___t h e___s u n. "

Some say the world will end in fire. Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate, to say that for destruction--ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Anastasia Romanov, Josef Stalin, Shostakovich thrown into a blender.
And Alexei’s the slushy (pina colada, to be sure),
Floating—no—WALKING atop the violent sea,
Which only “God” could tame, and
Jesus—the sole ambler of H2O.

THAT’S ALL DIFFERENT, NOW. JESUS HAS A COMPANION IN ME.

Born at the age of ten—has been alive for twelve winters.
Getting ******** by artificial heat and paper (contracted) parents for seven--

(the ones in the flesh died in the earth, now alive on a blank panel of my comic book mind)

ISSUE –(negative)19 FORGIVE ME, I FORGOT HOW TO DRAW THEM.

“STOP, STOP!!! GOD IS THE ONLY DIVINE CREATOR!”

Good is the Holy Diving Crater?

“HUMANS CANNOT MANIPULATE NATURE!!”

Demons can’t masticate azure?

“DEMON.”

Yes . . . I’m human.

Time outs were the greenhouse—where we kept no plants. No Water.

9 Hours.

Sizzle, Sizzle, Drip, Drip, Mist, Mist.
Can . . . barely . . . move.
Muscles atrophy.
Dehydration. Delirium. Sun.
Son of a b***h. The Sun is a b***h.

Buckets of me feed the dogs and rinse the modern peasants’ toilets.

In the Winter, timeouts were more expensive.
Tanning salons.
Hell in a coffin.
Thinking back, I feel invincible—immortal.

Living after death. (I haven’t told anyone about it, yet).

Getting ******** by artificial heat and paper parents for seven,
Soon, suits and ties bandaged the whips after the ozone prison.
We were a healthy and well-off family.

It would’ve been easier for them to get a sperm donation—

I got out of this Russian hell.
Walked across the ocean.
My highway of ice.

Living comfortably in a freezer (industrial grade) for one,
Carving the apocalypse in ice with a grin, inside my -86°C coffin
—how to make Frost’s limerick a reality: “destruction “ ;; “ice”
All under the guise of a toy maker ice sculptor.
Crazy humans,
Pleased by the designs of their own eventual demise.

SNL becomes tacky compared to this.

ALL IMPOSSIBLE FOR JUST ONE ICEMAN.
I'M STILL WORKING ON IT.


My cheeks still flush, and my breath still shortens after commanding caressing droplets to icy bullets,
After chilling a human’s sangria to erase their panel in the comic book of life (wine is always best served cold). And I already know where they’re headed.

I need more power. I need to train.
Increase the reach of my ice, of my breaths.
Become Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger.

Towards that ******** sun.
Turn it into ice cream. Feed it to outer space. Watch nothingness gobble it down--and souls girdling the planet.

Until then, I’m a petty pretty metropolis villain—villainy with destiny.

Metropolis is a great gun range. Plenty of target practice.

[a la grapefruit]

Anastasia Voleur.
" t h e___g i r l___w h o ` l l___g o___r i g h t___t h r o u g h___y o u "
now you see me, now you don't.

Walls? What are they made from?
Steel? Or is it
Wood? Maaaybe, it's
Iron? Or what?
Glass? That's lame.

Well. It doesn't matter,
they aren't in my way.
Why? Well, because, I don't know.
I go r i g h t through them.

I've always had a fascination with things of HIGH VALUE

My father gave me diamonds when I was very young,
because I grew up on the better side of town, of Metropolis
in a very very nice neighborhood with very very nice people. But
needless to say, I grew to love everything expensive, because my
Daddy was a very rich man, a scientist known around the world because of
his findings. Of his famous experiments.

He always gave me very nice things whenever I asked. Furs draped my shoulders
during the winters, pearl necklaces adorned
my long, pale neck during parties. Sapphires accent my eyes when
I wore them on my ears, rubies set in silver would make
my hands sparkle and shine. I loved my Daddy very very much,
and not because of the gifts ( I didn't know the value of
those things when I was eight, geez ), but because he
loved me back.






And he LOVED me too.
One night, when we were at a play, I grew very afraid,
I remember it being very dark, and there were screams, I'm not sure,
but I do remember the fear, the bone-aching fear I felt as a
nine year-old girl. I was hold my Daddy's hand and all the sudden
woooosh, I thought my Dad let go, so I started to cry in both
fear and rejection. So Daddy tried to hold me, to comfort me, but,
his arms! They passed right through my body, and at that point,
I fell right through the seat. Daddy looked at me, not afraid, but
intrigued, in a way, and he calmed me down. He calmed me down
enough to the point where he could grab my hand and lead
me out of there, of that place. He told me everything was
alright. He told me that he'd protect me, that he wouldn't
let that happen ever again. And I trusted him because I loved
my Daddy, and I thought he could do no wrong.

Or so I THOUGHT.

I was wrong to trust him. I was wrong, but I was young. Young and stupid. He told me that he'd
never let it happen again? Ha! It turned out that he needed new research
material because the world had grown tired and bored with how the Earth was turning and
more on the supernatural. Which was exactly what I was, or what I had
become. So what did he do? He made me scared, he induced fear so he could study
what was going on. And if I asked why, he'd buy me a new gift, and I grew to slowly hate him
as I grew up. My only friend was Veronica, who I figured out had
abilites, like me. She could shoot lightning from her hands, man! How amazing is that?
But we grew close, and I trusted her because she was going through the same thing as me,
and before she left, I gave her my favorite necklece, an emerald that she said she liked when we first met.
But, having my only friend taken away from me, I grew hateful and sociopathic. My father was no long my Daddy.
I slowly learned how to control my phasing, that's what I called it, and when my father tried to test me,
I refused. I didn't give him what he wanted. So, he kicked me out. Told me I was useless, that he already had all he needed.
I was eighteen at the time, so I made my way to the inner city, and lived there for two years.
Oh, my father grew very famous because of his theory on density of objects. He didn't even credit me. a**.






But my FASCINATION never died.
Yes, I still love expensive things. Just because my father used them to bribe me means I was going to hate them.
Shiiit. No. I love them. Gold, fur, silver, sapphires and diamonds. Those are my friends.
Too bad I have to steal them, right? This is where my ability comes into play, I'm the perfect thief.
I just go into complete phase mode, go in, take what I want and leave. I've taken millions, just with this method.
And I don't leave a single trace. I don't trip a single wire. And even if I do, what's the security going to do?
Cuff me? Grab me? Hit me? HA! They can't touch me. I've been called the Shadow Fox in the papers, how cool is that?
Anyway, because of my riches I've stolen, I've been living the high life, comfortable in my loft in
the main city where nobody would ever suspect "Metropolis' Sweetheart" to do anything wrong.
That shows how simplistic this cities mind is in terms of media; they'll believe anything those tabloids say.






But I heard of someone, another thief in the papers. "The Magician".
I want to meet him, and I want to do a heist with him.
Talk about amazing! The Shadow Fox and the Magician, stealing
something totally crazy.
Like, the Hope Diamond or The Statue of David!
Uggh, he's prolly never even heard of me, so would that make
me a fangirl? Naaa, I'd like to think of
myself as an admirer.
Doesn't that sound so much nicer?
I do think so.

[Aeolian Wisp]

Nick Harris
" T h e___M a n___W h o___S a w___T h e___W o r l d___E n d "
You all think you know the world, but in reality you can't even see it.

When I was a small child I witnessed the end of the world
You can imagine what that did to my sanity.

I was always a smart person
But I wasn't just smart
I was B r i l l i a n t

From the time I was born
They knew I was Different
They called me a prodigy
At the age of 4

But I wasn't just a prodigy
And slowly everyone knew it.

I learned to walk at six months old
I was articulate by age two
By age 4 I was reading Shakespeare
But the problem was...

No one ever taught me anything.

My parents thought it was a miracleXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
They didn't know how wrong they were...XXXXXXXXXXXX

XXXXXXBecause when I was 8
XXXXXXThe visions started.

They started off as dreams
Simple and innocent dreams
Then I started to remember things
Only those things hadn't happened yet
Sometimes I'd see conversations
Sometimes I'd see accidents
Then I started seeing deaths

I couldn't make them stop

Every time I met someone I would see them die
While they smiled and introduced themselves
I saw them dying

I might have been brilliant but I was still a child
I was scared and I turned to my parents for help
They were horrified
They thought I was deranged
I wasn't a prodigy anymore
I was a monster

They were scared of me

They locked me up in my room
They tried to think of what to do with me
They left me all alone
Hurt and Terrified
Thats when my real vision came

I saw the world end
I saw everyone dying
I saw misery and pain
Only twelve years old
And I saw everything die
All the world left screaming at the dark

It drove me Mad...XXXX

My parents wanted to send me to a mad house
I heard them talking, I listened to them chose my fate
I was once there prodigy
Now that something was wrong they were throwing me away
Didn't they know I was scared?
Didn't they realize how much it hurt?
No they couldn't understand.
No one could ever understand the weight I now held on my shoulders
They couldn't even fathom it.

No one could.

That night my father woke up to my mother's screams
He saw her writing in agony
He heard her screaming while an invisible force ripped at her insides
He saw me standing at the end of the bed
He heard me laughing at her screams
Then he felt that pain himself
And he died along with my mother

And I just kept laughing

Then I ran
I ran far away
Alone in the dark
I finally learned my art
I learned to control what I saw
I learned to wield my weapon
I learned how superior I really was
Then I learned how to cope
All the deaths I saw
The end that I witnessed
All I had to do was hate it
All of it
I had to hate everything
So that losing it wasn't so bad
And hate it I did

I met with a man
A man who hated the sun
I joined with him
And built him a sanctuary
This man wanted to freeze the sun
Wanted to make it cold and hard
He hated the sun like I hated everything
And when the sun was gone
The world would follow

So I'm going to help him.

[cigarette in your bed]

Leon Oliver Edgewood.
" m r .___p l a s m o d i u m "
gonna suck the strength right out of you

Malaria means "bad air."


It was named such because epidemiologist Giovanni Maria Lancisi
thought the disease was connected to the poisonous vapors of swamps.
And isn't that just funny? An entire environment blamed for


ONE SINGLE AMOEBA.



----------------------------------------------------


The nametag:


DR. EDGEWOOD, M.D.


hai
(Oh please, please,
I won't accept 'Dr. Edgewood!' Call me Leon.
I'm not just your doctor, I'm your friend. Now let's get you healthy again.)

A lot of them get lucky. A lot of them survive.
(Oh, it's so easy, so predictable! I'm surprised they haven't caught on.)
There's the dramatic plummet -- they're too weak to even press the buttons
on the remote, their eyelids fluttering shut even during their favorite mind-numbing
television show -- and then they're healed! Magically! Dr. Edgewood is the hero
of the hour! The patient's wrenched from the clutches of death, all thanks to
the glorious Leon Edgewood! What a stunning act of heroism!

But every now and then, just every now and then, a darkened corpse, almost
sanctified wrapped up in that white hospital sheet, rolls down the quieted hospital
hallways.

And again. It's funny. The disease gets blamed for
silly little me.


----------------------------------------------------


Throw a bag of popcorn in the microwave, kick back your recliner, it's
time for the latest slice of entertainment! Local news, channel nine.
WHO'S DIED TODAY?

The seventeen students of Miss Sublett's second grade class didn't.
A whole school bus saved! Can you imagine?
The brakes, they've lost control! And the sunflower yellow bus is
careening off the bridge, its snub-nose front breaking through the
railing! It dives into the lake, and it's sinking, it's sinking!

And then the hero saves the day.
(Heroes, you know they're ******** egotists.)
The children's screams are like compliments, brown-nosing
to the highest degree. And then he's in front of a reporter, and
he says to the microphone,


"Oh, I'm no hero!
I'm just a regular guy who knows what's right."


But you know. You know they're thinking,
haiguyz"I'm awesome."

At least I'm more honest about it.


----------------------------------------------------



I became a doctor for my own glory.
It's an ego trip.


I see the way a person on the threshold of death looks at me, and
it's beautiful. Absolute trust, worship. Like God. Like only you
have the power to save them.

haiguyz{ I like to play God. }
{Let me swim in your veins and feed on your strength.
I'll show you how weak you are. I'll show you how strong I'll be.}

[esta noche]

Jane Yun
" the___girl___who___makes___grown___men___cry "

The price of all this vanity is getting way too high
The maintenance of my sanity is taking too much time

Simple feathers
Falling feathers

Up until now my life was not my own,
Dictated by my parents’ own desires and selfishness,
And foolishly I bended to their will,
But no more. Because I changed the script
And I must say my new role is much more fun.


I was the

++++++++++++++++"GOOD GIRL"------------------------

I listened and obeyed every command,
Like a soldier I set out to accomplish my goals,
Ahem, I meant to say their goals.
“Jae-Hwa, a doctor would be an honorable career. Perhaps a brain surgeon is the path for you. Yes, it is perfect.”

{ yes, my korean name is jae-hwa
but refer to me as jane or else
i’ll get incredibly cross with you
and you want like me when you're angry}

----------------------"Jae-Hwa this! Jae-Hwa that! Why Jae-Hwa!"

SHUT UP!
Now why must you annoy me?
---------------------------------------Does it please you to pull at the delicate threads of my sanity?

yes,
+++yes it does
+++++++++++++Happiness died when I was five
+++++++++++++When they finished planning my life

- Violinist
- Pianist
- Gymnast
- Valedictorian
- Harvard Student
- Aspiring surgeon
{ they even planned
when I should have a kid
and get married, and of course
he had to be an Asian.
Not knocking them,
But I like variety
Please and thank you }

High school, I lived up to
their expectations,
and more.
But my studies
damaged my relationships.
{ I had no friends. }
Nonetheless,
I did what they asked,
yet it wasn't enough.
It's never enough.

College,
I began to crack under all the stress.
There was so much I wanted to do,
and I couldn't because
I had to study and
make them proud.
It became too much to bare
and I --
Snap!
I crumbled,
wailing in my
small little box.
{ I was on my period, go figure. }
People came to my aid,
rushing into my room in panic.
I was crouched in a corner weeping,
surrounded by my papers and books.
This girl Sarah approached me
and tapped my shoulder, and then
she began crying.
It became a plague...

WEIRD
No one really talked about what had happened after that,
well, for one I blamed the hormones!
{ damn hormones }
Everyone kinda just accepted that.
But I thought about it,
about the persistent tears that dripped from their eyes
every hour
every minute
every second
of every day, really.
I didn't know these people and they were crying with me,
and it was amazing to me that the local b***h Sarah followed suit.
She probably only came to "help" because Georgio
{ a sexy italian i could stare at for days, I wish i knew him }
tagged along with the group.
Even he cried; mister macho man cried!

I always thought I was special,
and the whole thing revived some memories,
stuff about my mom, dad, and me.
It had to be put aside though,
it was hurting my job as a tutor
and my student life.
Time to refocus
and not look dumb
because I’m not… I’m Asian. ( insert sarcastic tone )

After I had dismiss
the idea that I could be special
crazy things began to happen out of the blue.
My tutee's were behaving irregularly around me,
like they jumping to one emotion to the next.
Despite the annoyance from all this,
{ i was highly annoyed, almost choked one of them }
it had me thinking... Was it me?
I could recall similar moments in my childhood.
Could I influence people's emotions?
I researched and they call it empathy.
the ability to sense and/or control people's emotions
I prayed this wasn't some bad joke

Let's just say they became
my experiments.
I know, I know
"Why?"
I had nothing to lose,
but so much to gain.
And let's cut it,
they weren't my friends.
I don't have any!
You might even say I'm like my parents,
demanding and never satisfied,
I wouldn't disagree...
When I found that I was special...
No, that I was a freak,
that I could control people's emotions, I was excited.
Thrilled!

Not just one person but a group! Large amounts of people at one time!
Touch not required and I could spread feelings not identical to my own.
Make an auditorium full of students angry and aggressive, violent,
then calm and happy.
Or induce physical responses like sleep.
This was way beyond empathy...
I love it... I love it too much???

It occurred to me then
I should take this act a step further.
After all, mommy and daddy
wanted me to be big,
to do big things.

I'll make them proud.

First I began with something
that came to be known as
The Harvard Massacre.
It was fun to watch as
students brutally killed
one another.
It was just everyone that'd
pissed me off during the year.
Revenge is a b***h, hmm?
I disappeared after that,
fearing being sent back home,
{ falling under mommy's mind control }
and arrived at the city Metropolis.
I stayed low, fully aware
my parents had a search party looking for me,
their only child.

I started life over,
taking the identity Juniper Cho,
cutting my hair,
taking a job in a library,
helping brats with homework.
I don't know why I stayed in Metropolis.
They had to have given up on me, I'm sure.
After all, it's been nearly two years since my stunt.
I'm twenty years old.
I'm just beginning to live my life.
Never had much fun before but being
bad, breaking the rules gives me
great pleasure.
And I've been itching to do something grand!
Honestly, I'm tired of being boring.
I tired of restrictions.
I tired of being a puppet.

Now I'm the puppeteer
and I must say

I LOVE BEING BAD

Let's start a riot!

[blasphemous b a b e]

Eden Penelope Ward
" she's___an___animal;___literally "
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?

oh, look! it's that freak from my math class!


they all mutter things about me like i can't hear them.
i'm a freak of nature to them; a human being gone wrong.
but that's fine.
they're all unintelligable idiots anyways.
when i bring this city to it's knees

they'll be first to go

but it's not my power that drives them away.
it's the fact that i don't talk to anyone.
and since i don't talk, i can't stand up for myself.
( that's where the different rumors come in.
they think i practice voodoo on the cheerleading squad,
work as a spy for Russian intelligence units,
i'm a robot programmed to spy on the students
and i eat puppies. )
like i said; idiots.

whoosh. flash back time ✖

mommy, where are you? daddy?
que están en un viaje de negocios niña, sino que de vuelta en un mes.
. . . huh?

i was raised by immigrant women
desperate for jobs.
ambrosia ward is my mother, the famous fashion designer
and my father is ezekial ward, the oh-so-amazing actor.
i was only born so they could show me off to magazines.
they used me as proof to show they loved eachother
when they really didn't.
but, thanks to them i was fluent in three different languages
by the time i was nine; all because of my nannies.

i love you rita, you're better than mommy.
don't say that honey, you're mother loves you very much.
but she never tells me. you say it all the time.

rita was my favorite out of all of them.
she was kind, compassionate and more of a mother to me than my own.
she was the only person i ever truly cared about.
and the last.

rita, i don't feel good.
does you stomach hurt? should i make some soup?
oh my god, what's happening to you?!

i killed her .

not on purpose of course.
i would never had dreamed of harming her.
but it happened so fast.
one minute i'm feeling dizzy,
then i felt my body change
and then she's dead.
and it wasn't like rita had
a sudden heart attack or anything.
her guts and blood were all over the place.

can we give rita a funeral, mommy?
no honey. she doesn't need one.
YES, SHE DOES!

my mother and father refused to give her a proper burial
because they were jealous of her.
all i ever talked about was rita this and rita that.
they wanted to hear mommy this and daddy that.
she was just thrown into the ground without a tombstone
or coffin.

i hated them even more.

they pushed me forward through life
while all i wanted to do was become a bird and fly
away from them forever.
guess what i did?

i became a bird

needless to say i was freaked out
when i shrank and grew wings.
but i became calm after i realised something;
i could use this for my revenge.
my revenge against everyone who wronged me.
( and the rest of the world just
pissed me off for being normal. )
but i was skeptical as to how a bird
would destroy the world,
so i tried something else.

( i became a bear, a zebra, a horse, a rabbit,
a lion, a crocodile; everything. so i pushed myself further.
i tried with objects the second time. i turned into a stereo, a knife,
a gun, a book, a fork, a necklace; so many things i lost track.
but it hurt when i phased back for some reason. i guess i wasn't
meant for that sort of thing. but i still turn
into objects regardless of my pain
since it comes in handy. )

i may have used my powers alot,
but i really hated them.
i couldn't be a normal girl because of this
abnormal power that i was forced to bear.
i stayed in the shadows at school,
afraid someone might figure me out.
i could only imagine what i would be put
through if i was discovered.
but, i decided i might as well put it to
good use and continue on with
my evil little plans.

my parents didn't worry about
my change in attitude. they probably thought
i was still 'sulking over that spanish lady'.
they continued to bring me to opening events
and fancy premieres against my will.
i still loathed them with a passion,
but they helped me out in some way.
because of their fame, i had most of the
world wrapped around my finger.

whoosh. back to the present ✖

- - - -
i'm fourteen years old.
i plan how i'm going to kill
you during language class.
normal people piss me off.
get me too angry
and i'll turn into a bear
so i can maul your sorry a**.

( but i need help
i can't destory this earth by myself.
i need a few accomplices
to aid me on my journey
of total world domination. )

[a la grapefruit]

lila whitehouse
" t h e___g i r l___w h o___ w a t c h e s ___y o u r ___e v e r y___m o v e"
hope is the t h i n g with feathers

iamscared
i am s c a r e d
i am fighting just to live
and it hurts sometimes
to trust no one

i am the alley cat




lets be clear on this
i am not your usual villian
id rather shake things up and
scram before things really start
going down
the best way to never get hurt
is to hide behind the scenes
grab the bag before people notice
and slink away
gracefully
peacefully
happily

i guess you would
like to know the back story
you'll regret this later
believe me



imagine me; rich young happy sweet loving popular
C A R E F R E E
it’s a riot
a reaaaaaal riot
you know
i think i like playing the poor soul who lost her way better
than the prom queen

people idolized me
[seems like a joke now]
i was great at everything i did
i did ballet, basketball, soccer, volleyball
i played every sport like i had done so for years and years
it was easy, everything was easy
i think thats why i did it
it was too easy

it didn’t happen until i got into real stuff;
hard stuff
if you know what im talking about
i ran away
lived on the streets
and then
H O S P I T I L I Z E D
stomach pump;
the whooole she-bang

and will you get this;
the funniest part;
you know,
a real laugh

my parents tried to send me to an insane asylum
but the insurance didn’t cover it
eventually i got out of that place
kind of a bad descision
but it was final that time
i think ive always kind of wanted to go back
but im a little embarrassed

but it was never because of the powers
theyre the kind that are easy to hide

I CAN COPY EVERYTHING YOU DO
ANYTHING ANYONE CAN DO
I CALL IT AN ADVANCED MUSCLE MEMORY
[i cannot copy your powers, only movements]

i don’t know
sometimes i think theyre lame
but then i realize
i have powers,
that in itself is not lame

but when i first left i lived with some people
who hooked me up with some drugs
and then they found out about;
well,
you know
the powers
and used me, basically
as a slave, cause i couldn’t pay the rent
they laughed at me
when i begged for a hit
just a measly scooby snack

{"heres the cash, hand over the stuff"
the money exchanged hands
the bag exchanged hands
the sirens blared
red lights blue lights
the bag felt icy cold
eyes widened as the car came closer
the noise blocking out all other things}

so then there was
P R I S O N
for two weeks
but this is supposed
to be dramatic

and the s**t thing was
they didn’t even give a ********
i hate them
i cant trust anyone
i credit them for finally getting me off the stuff
ive seen some really sick
sick sick things
in my 20 years

I WILL USE YOU
__LIKE THEY USED ME
____I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND
______I WILL STEAL; KILL; MUG;
________TO KEEP MYSELF ALIVE

[o b s c y r e]

Jacqueline
" t i m e___s l o w s___d o w n___a r o u n d___h e r "
all i wanna do is BANG BANG BANG BANG $$$ and take your money.

______so they put me in the crib like any other baby
_____________and i reached my hands up to grab the stars hanging from the mobile
___________________________BOOM

then people expect me to be normal
ღღღ

But as I grew older the sounds of
gun shots and booming stereo base
became a slight comfort for me.___

Yelling had become and every day ritual.
I would wake up in the morning to noise.
There was never a silent morning in the
Rosas house. My mom would yell at my__________________________________________________
father and my father would use his hands
to do most of his talking. I sat on the side
lines taking in all the violence. I heard words

that a child my age shouldn't be hearing and
sometimes the violence would spread to me.
Rarely of course, because after all the was
something terribly wrong with me. Something
my parents just could not understand, and were
even scared of. And I knew that some of these
arguments they had were what to do with me.

You never know how many..._______________...saints there are until you here a..._____________...Spanish women totally flip her lid.

about one hundred and twenty-two to be exact.





Hello my friend, yes it's me!

_____________________x x x

It would be safe to say that on the day I
turned eighteen, I flew out of my home like
a bat out of hell. A small apartment was
found and my bags were packed in a matter
of minutes. Then it was off to Metropilc. A city
never mess with a girl with a gun.__________________________in where I decided to live for myself, by myself
and do anything i needed to get by, even if it
might hurt a few people. Whats life without a
little struggle you know? I am here to provide
that struggle for those few who have none.

does that make ma a
_____Bad Person?

As my life pushed forward, and became
increasingly more difficult, I began to use
my 'gifts' to get what I wanted. And thous
was deemed a rather unsavory person.
but it didn't bother me one bit. I am living
my life the way I want to. Once my honey__________________________________________
colored eyes set their sights on something
theres no stopping me. Because mostly I
will stop you before you have the chance to try.
In all my nineteen years I have never been so
free to do whatever my little heart desires.

___________It intoxicates me.