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Alexander adjusted the cuff to his tux. He sighed, avoiding the gazes of his parents. He really hadn’t wanted to come. The ride was long and Evelyn had slept for the most of it. His parents had been whispering to themselves about god knows what. How would it have looked to the other kingdom’s if the whole family of Wylia didn’t show up? Yeah, not good. So, he was forced to come even though no one outright told him that. Alex spent the majority of the time looking out the window. Although, that was proving harder as the ride dragged on due to the darkness beginning to sweep over the land. Running a hand through his hair, his father told him they were just about there just as Evelyn was waking up. The rest of the ride was in silence and as he looked over to his younger sister, he noticed a gleam shining from her palms. She was nervous and she had every right to be. It had never sat well with Alex that the ongoing feuding kingdoms could come together for one night and act as if everything was okay. Like they weren’t killing eachother’s people and secretly plotting one another’s deaths. No, Alex had no need to associate with anyone else from the other kingdoms. Thankfully, this year the ball was in Escodia. Escodia and Wylia had some sort of allegiance to one another.

His father never went into the details, but it was true and would prove useful if one of the other kingdoms decided to attack either of the two. The carriage rolled to a spot and it seemed Evelyn was stuck in place. Giving her a light shove he murmured, ”Ev, get out.” For a moment the two siblings stared at eachother in the eye and he found himself again wondering why she was so nervous. Evelyn was the adventurous one of the two, so it was weird to see her acting in this manner. Of course, when she stepped out of the carriage all of the worry was wiped from her face as she put on one of the best and fake smiles he had seen in awhile. He knew she loved these kinds of things. He was just about to tell her she looked beautiful to ease her worries but thought against it. Instead, he stuck his left arm out for her to grab, the cordial thing to do. She grabbed it, looking at him once more as they walked up to the front doors of the palace.

He had been here before, to the kingdom and to the palace. It was necessary his father had told him once that him and Evelyn become acquainted with the kingdom’s son Lysander. Lysander and Alex got along well enough, but there was still something that Alex believed the male was hiding. Of course, Lysander had never given Alex the reason to doubt him. It was just the way Alex worked. Everyone was guilty, in his opinion, until proven innocent. As if on cue, the handsome male walked over to the family. Well, the two siblings. It seemed his parents had run off somewhere. Probably to go kiss someone’s a**. In a matter of seconds, Lysander had swept Evelyn away from underneath him. He looked around a moment, a bit worried. He hated how civil this thing was even with the given state of the kingdoms. He knew from overhearing his father’s conversations that things were getting worse for Wylia and other kingdoms. He didn’t know why. His father had told him a little something. It had to do with the death of some important person from Eleria.

For a moment, he debated walking into the sea of dancing people and grabbing Evelyn but figured she’d be alright with Lysander. Anyways, if anything were to happen Alex would know the last person she was with. She wasn’t stupid though. Alex lifted his arms to tie his mask tighter around his head and moved to the table where they were serving drinks. He took a glass of wine and sipped at it. The taste was strong but he loved it. He knew he would spend most of the night on his own. That was what he had been expecting. He didn’t want to talk to any of these people. He hated them. ”Alexander Porter?” Alex’s head shot in the direction of the voice. Wasn’t the mask supposed to protect his identity or something? Well, he supposed his features still shone from the mask. He turned to see a blonde haired female making her way towards him. It was Amelia Hemsworth, Lysander’s little sister. ”Well, look who it is. Last time you cleverly avoided me while you were here.” Finishing the last of his wine, Alex handed it to a servant who walked by just in time. ”I was here for business. I didn’t have anytime.” Amelia frowned. ”You’re sister made time to see my brother”. Now, it was Alex’s turn to frown. If there was anyone he was most protective of, it was Evelyn because he felt like his parents didn’t do a good enough job.

”What are you getting at?” He folded his arms across his chest, squinting down at the blonde haired female. She took a step back, a little concerned by his demeanor but as she thought about it, she began to remember all the times he had told her that he hated these types of balls. That he thought they were so fake. A smile took her face again, she wasn’t afraid anymore. ”Ah, Alex. Your sister is nineteen.” What was she getting at? Was it what he thought it was? Because if Alex had even layed a kiss on her all hell was about to break loose. Amelia saw his brow furrow as he connected the dots. She loved to mess with him. She shoved his lightly. ”I’m kidding, Alex. Geez, what’s a girl got to do to get you’re attention?” He smiled, laughing with her but still wondering if there was truth to what she had said.


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Allison Cosgrove


To say that there was an eeriness in the air was quite the understatement for Allison Cosgrove who was now jogging lightly down the steps of her internship. Yes, she was a college student interning at a hospital. Medicine had been her life. Her father had been a surgeon and her mother had been a physical therapist. Their views weren’t forced upon her, she wanted that life. Being able to help people or save their lives was a different kind of high that she found exhilarating. She hadn’t done much that night though, just made the rounds for the doctor she was learning from. Life was good. She had a future which was more than enough. Working at a hospital made you realize just how precious life was and how it could be taken from you or someone you love in the blink of an eye. Allie pulled out her keys, while looking both ways just to make sure that an ambulance wasn’t flying through. Tugging on her coat, she continued on her way, her breath displayed in front of her. There were patches of snow from last night’s snow storm.

Allie loved the snow, though. There was something about the world in white that just seemed too good to be true. However, despite all of this Allison still found herself looking over her shoulder every so often, thinking that she had heard footsteps. Her parents called her paranoid and so did her friends. Though, at this very moment she could have sworn that she heard footsteps behind her. Of course there was probably someone else walking to their car right? Allie shook her head in confusion, quickening her pace. Before she knew it she fell flat on her face, inches away from her car. She looked up in confusion, turning her head to look behind her. She had stumbled over a patch of snow. She chuckled in embarrassment. “Mam!” A voice called out, she could see a figure making its way towards her. Allison brushed herself off before the figure came into view.

“Miss, are you alright?” ”I’m fine, I just….” The man had a rather odd look on his face, almost as though he was too happy she had fallen in the first place. She scooted back on her bum, before standing up still backing away from the figure so much until she hit the trunk of her car. She was flustered, needless to say. ”It’s so dark out I couldn’t see!” She exclaimed, thinking that she was too paranoid. He chuckled mumbling something about the snow. She smiled almost as if just to please him. Her keys were still in her left hand and she unlocked the doors of her car hinting that she wanted to leave. The stranger took a step forward. “But miss you seem hurt.” Allison looked down in confusion; there wasn’t any blood or anything on her body or signs of injury. She would know after all. She had looked down for too long, she supposed looking back on it. When her face leveled once more, the stranger was next to her as if by magic. She swore she was just about to run, but that was before she felt a cloth over her mouth.

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Allison scratched at the ground, her eyes opening slowly. Everything was blurry with each blink but she managed through it. Her eye sight was taking awhile to adjust. Her roommate must have woken her up, but why had her walls changed. It even smelt different. Allison blinked a few times, trying to murmur something to herself only to realize that there was something making her unable to do so. Allison shot up out from where she had been laying. A voice to the right of her, seemed to greet her out of her sleep. Her eyes worked fine. She was surrounded by three people. None of them looked like the man she had talked to but she figured they were a part of his gang or whatever. Allison scooted away from the boy to the right of her. Her nose sniffled a few times as she assessed the situation. The room was so shabby and the beds looked more like cots. Allison looked at the three figures in something more than fear. She burst on in tears trying to beg them not to harm her, but all that came out was muffled sounds.

The boy to the right of her was trying to hold her to his chest. Allison could think nothing except for the fact that this was some sort of perverted joke. She wiggled around, doing her best to push him off of her. It was to no avail. "Haz- ********, she's like squirmy and s**t." Allison stiffened at the words. What were they going to do with her? It only caused the tears to flow more freely from her eyes. She was handed over to another boy, curly haired who pressed her back to his chest. She winced, feeling his fingers comb through her hair. After a while of squirming in his arms she calmed down, her body at least just to cry some more. She hated that she felt like she was his pet or something. What did they want with her and why weren’t they doing it yet? She felt his chin on her shoulder. Allison looked straight forward, shaking as he introduced the people around her. She barely listened.

Sir? Who the heck was Sir…The other two started towards her and for some reason she felt herself sinking into Harry’s chest as if that would somehow protect her. They each were playing a part in holding her down. Allison trembled as the girl walked towards her eventually ripping the tape off. Allison screamed but could barely hear herself. Louis had her mouth covered. Allison took a few breaths slowly contemplating on whether screaming again but it didn’t seem like that was her best option at the moment. She seethed anger though she was mostly just trying to hide her fear. Allison looked down at her hands, which were shaking so rapid. Allie looked up her eyes glassy from her tears as Harry spoke to her. She slid back into a wall far away from them. ”A-Allie. Um, Allison.” She whimpered, tucking her knees into her chest resting her head on the side so that she was staring at another wall, not at the three people in front of her. Her whole body shook.

"Sir will be up soon, so you might want to hurry up before he comes down to say hi. He's a right arsehole in the morning." ”I don’t understand what you mean.” It’s all she could muster out but she still didn’t budge from her place.


ooc; oh my gosh this is soooo long! hope this is alright!!!

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Eleanor ignored the fact that Jeb followed her. To be quite honest, she hadn’t expected it at all, though she wasn’t exactly sure what she ever expected of Jeb. Hell, she wasn’t even sure what she expected from the trip to Cottage Grove. No matter how hard she tried, Eleanor could feel her thoughts slowly wander back to the events that had happened only earlier that day. To be honest, it felt like forever ago. Time only seemed to be dragging. Eleanor leaned her head back into the cabinets, closing her eyes a moment breathing slowly. Jeb was quiet, which was nice. She didn’t need to hear anyone tell her anything at this point. She didn’t even know if this would be her home anymore. Nicholas would have a fit, would he understand? No, he wouldn’t most likely. Though he wasn’t all vegetarian, like her, he wasn’t about the killing of innocent humans life. That, she was sure of. Eleanor heard the shuffling of feet coming closer but chose to ignore it, her eyes still shut trying her best to shut out the world around her. She deserved to die a slow, painful death.

It was only the feeling of a body wrapping itself around hers that brought her back to the world around her. Eleanor winced initially at the feeling, this wasn’t like Jeb at all. One by one her eyes shot open, her right hand flying to rub her eyes just to make sure she was seeing things straight. The more he sat there talking to her, and the more she looked at him, the more she realized that he hadn’t done a thing. Surely, he could have stopped her. It all made sense in her mind. It was his fault. She couldn’t control herself, she was still a new vampire, a baby to say the least. He had been around longer than her, he should have known. If she remembered correctly, Jeb had killed someone in his own family. Why hadn’t he warned her, it was the least he could have done. Eleanor did her best to wiggle from his grip, but it was no use. Not only was he older than her in vampire years, but he was way stronger than her. She huffed, sinking back into the cabinets. She couldn’t find the words to tell him to get lost. She didn’t want to be another disappointment in his life, but maybe she was already one in his. She was no one’s charity case. ”Jeb, I’m fine, I-“ She used her right hand to try to remove his from around her shoulder. He hugged her still, the hug was most awkward, something he wasn’t accustomed to. It didn’t make her feel better, only worse.

❝ You wanna ******** s**t up in here? Just to make you feel better. Destructive behavior sometimes eases the pain... ❞ He seemed to catch the hint, finally taking his arm from around her. Eleanor scooted back, shaking her head slowly swallowing whatever tantrum she was about to throw down or at least holding it back. She looked away, tears brimming towards the window. He stood up, offering her a cigarette. She had no intentions of “******** s**t up” with Jeb, but wouldn’t protest like she normally would have if he decided to go through with it. She was beginning to tire of being the perfect newbie that everyone called her especially Nicholas. She wasn’t perfect. Eleanor took the cigarette from his fingers, studied it in her own. Her brow furrowed quizzically as she looked at it. ”I don’t even know how this even works….” Eleanor had never smoked a day in her human life. Tossing the cigarette back at him, Eleanor squinted her eyes at the boy before turning on her heel.

She didn’t care that she was leaving him alone in Nicholas’ house. Normally she wouldn’t even care to let him in. He never took it offensively, it was the way him and Nicholas preferred things. Today, it was Nicholas’ own fault for not being home. He was probably off sleeping with some girl. Hell, there seemed to be a Nicholas fan girl club at the school these days and that was pathetic and disgusting. Eleanor walked past the couches, turning her head to look at the pictures. It was only then she remembered having insisted placing a portrait of her family on the wall. Eleanor turned slowly to Jeb before returning her gaze to the picture. Eleanor’s expression pained and her face paled. Poor, poor little Jacob all alone now. Catherine’s face stared smiling back at her. With shaking hands Eleanor tugged the picture towards her off the wall ignoring the sound of ripping wallpaper. She turned the portrait so that it was facing the ground and brought her knee into the glass, sending shards shattering everywhere. Eleanor tossed the frame aside, ignoring that it collided with a vase on the other side of the room. In her hands she held the portrait, the only reminder of the hell her life had turned into. Hell, pictures of her family were all around the stupid mansion. Eleanor walked to the fire place, which was still going faintly. Eleanor bent down next to it even though every muscle in her body screamed at her to run in the opposite direction because of the threat fire was to her.

Eleanor slowly ripped the portrait into shreds. She wept a bit before tossing it into the fire. Standing back up, Eleanor looked around the living room. For once, she cursed her past self for convincing Nicholas to let her decorate with her own family pictures. Her eyes slowly trailed the room until they landed on Jeb. A dark expression crossed over her eyes. It was almost as if she was disowning her family. If they knew what she was, they’d surely disown her so why shouldn’t she do the same. She shot daggers at Jeb, ”Well, are you just going to stand there?” She walked over to the next picture, this one of her and Jacob. ”I want these all…gone.”

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Two strong arms gripped the elbows of a petite young brunette who was staring in awe at a ship in front of her. It was even bigger than she had imagined, her head tilted down to look at a hand that was quite veined. She sighed, turning a bit, wiggling out of his hold. ”Evelyn, you’re holding people back. The nice men here,” Adam pointed to a few employees dressed in formal attire reaching for her bags. She nodded slowly, smiling softly at the men. Adam cleared his throat, calling for her attention. She gave it even though her mind was elsewhere. ”These nice men here, are trying to help you. Evelyn? What are you doing?” Adam sighed, looking down on his fiancé a bit annoyed. ”Sir, we have quite the line up here I-,” The man with a mustache spoke, Evelyn looked at him a moment before drowning out what he was saying. Adam had had enough with her, realizing that she wasn’t about to budge or move. He had scooted his way around her, grabbing her bags grunting as he practically threw them at the employee. Muttering his apologies to the employee, Adam handed him a hundred dollar bill for his time. No doubt, she would hear about that later. It would be her fault that he had to waste his money. Yet, for Adam money practically grew on trees and it was just the same for the Porters. It was only natural that they be engaged. However, with her father’s death had come the slow diminishing of their funds as her and her mother began to realize that her father never really paid any of his debts. Evelyn watched the crowd. There were people of all different backgrounds lining up to enter the ship. She lifted her dress, taking a step forward. "All aboard! The Titanic will be departing in just twenty minutes!" Evelyn’s eyes traveled up to the ramp where a man dressed in white was standing.

Everywhere around her, people were saying their goodbyes. She watched as a couple embraced, her heart faltering a bit as she saw the way the man looked at the woman he was saying goodbye to her. Adam would never look at her like that. She was nothing but a prize, something to show off. The Porters were quite well known in England as well as Adam’s family. The Fitzgerald’s. It was if she had had no control over their engagement, like it had been planned since she was born. The Porter’s money faltering only solidified the fact that she had to marry him. They would be nothing without money, or at least that’s what her mother had told her. As she watched the couple, she took a few steps back for a moment, her heart and mind racing. The way they embraced, it was beautiful. It reminded her of a love she had had once. Jack. That was his name, she closed her eyes remembering his eyes. The ones that had always sent chills throughout her whenever he looked at her. Evelyn had never known what love was until she had met him, and now she knew that what she had with Adam would never compare. Love was a two way street. She thought about Jack often, her mother had disapproved of course. In her mothers eyes, Jack was nothing; came from nothing really. No money, no nothing. It hadn’t bothered her, not in the least bit. But then he had gone off to war and in a matter of minutes her life turned upside down forever. Things changed while he was gone. Her father died and well, the rest was history. A marriage with Adam had been set up even though she secretly knew it had been planned since she was born.

It was the Titanic. The ship of wonders. Evelyn couldn’t help but feel a tremor of excitement go through her once more as she looked up at the ship. This was the first time it was setting sail and everyone who was anyone would be on board. All of her mothers friends would be there, all of Evelyn’s ‘friends’ would be there as well. It was the only life she had ever known until Jack had come along and had shown her how to have fun. Evelyn shook her head, looking for Adam in the crowd. There was no way he’d leave her behind and she had managed to get herself a bit lost. It was then that she noticed the scruffiness of his hair. She pushed past a few people, trying to get Jack’s image out of her head. This was it. She was leaving England forever. Moving to New York to start a life with Adam. Things would never go back to the way they had once been. All she had were her memories. ”There you are. God damnit, Evelyn. This ship will leave without you. Understand?”

”I’m here now.” She muttered, following Adam who was following the men who took their bags. She sighed, hanging her head. There was nothing more that she hated than feeling trapped. The Titanic held endless possibilities and adventures. She knew that, but she also knew that she wouldn’t be able to experience the half of them. She would spend her time drinking tea while the men spoke politics. All the woman like her mother did was gossip. She hated it. Evelyn followed Adam and her mother, who hadn’t spoken a word, into their room. Along the way they had passed smaller rooms with white doors and golden number placed almost at the top. When Evelyn looked in, she had seen two sets of bunk beds and the floor had had a community bathroom. Despite the conditions, all she saw were smiles on the faces of the people she passed, most in clothes that she would never be caught dead in. Of course they were smiling. They were on the Titanic, heading to New York. It was probably the greatest thing that had ever happened to some of them and for others they must have spent all their money just at the chance of living the so called American Dream.

Despite them being lower class Evelyn was jealous of them. They had no reason to be arranged in a marriage they didn’t want. They could love who they wanted. Now, Evelyn was walking into her own room, well a suite. The door was brown and wooden with golden leaves engraved all along the edges. Upon entering they were greeted by a huge chandelier, a living room with a sofa and paintings. Two rooms. One for her and Adam and the other for her mother. They even had a their own private deck. ”Isn’t this lovely, darling?” Over the top was what it was. How long were they sailing for? A month? ”Yes, darling.”



Evelyn Speaking

Alex Speaking


Alex Fitzgerald



ooc; outfit Okay, so were we going to the whole "i'm going to jump off the boat and jack finds her?" If so, you can time skip your post to jack doing whatever and then maybe on the boat at night or something? Just a thought. I love this already. I had to listen to titanic music to get myself in the mood to write. Also, just a warning in ooc chat i tend not to punctuate often.. sorry it took so long! I had computer issues. Normally I reply within the day

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T R A N S F E R xxI N I T I A T E;xx C A N D O RxxB O R N







Tessa Rose Carter sat in the sea of people who were all staring intently down at each sixteen year old as they made a decision that would change the rest of their lives. Every one was sitting in a spot designated to their faction. She sat among the Candor sandwiched between both of her parents. She wasn’t watching the ceremony, instead she stared down at the palms of her hands, noticing where the lines overlapped. She couldn’t bear to look at her mother or father’s face, not that she really respected them much these days. Ever since Andrew had left to join Dauntless things had gotten worse in their household. Though the rules had always been strict, they had gotten worse the day he had left and ‘betrayed’ them. While Tessa had wanted nothing more to blame him and be mad at him for leaving her, he had done what was best for him. She’d be with him soon which was why she wouldn’t dare look at her parents. She was worried that they’d see it in her eyes, that she too was going to leave them. She was worried that somehow they’d convince her to stay in Candor.

While her aptitude tests results had apparently been inconclusive, Tessa knew which faction she would choose. She didn’t need a stupid test to tell her that. She hadn’t understood why the lady who had administered the test and pursed her lips when she woke up and stared down on her sadly. She didn’t understand why the lady had furious typed at the screen before ushering her out the back way, making her promise that she wouldn’t tell anyone what had happened. That it was completely up to her what faction she should choose. The lady had slammed the door in her face just in time for Tessa to see the lady’s hands shaking. She wasn’t sure if what had happened to her happened to a lot of people. She figured so. All she knew was that the test told her she was supposed to be in Erudite, Dauntless, or Candor. Candor wasn’t an option, neither was Erudite. It was simple choice. Dauntless was where Andrew was and that was all that mattered. Tessa had come home that day to her parents both waiting for her at the table. She walked past them and didn’t say anything about the test. She was supposed to be honest. She was supposed to feel the need to tell the truth all the time, but didn’t. She and her brother had been that way for as long as she could remember, different from the rest.

”Tessa Carter.” Tessa felt a chill run up her spine and she looked up, running her palms down the hem of her dress. Her mother’s eyes burned into her as she stood up, her father grunting a bit most likely to remind her where she belonged. The decision was easy as she stood in front of the bowls. In an instant, Tessa sliced open the palm of her hand and moved her hand to the hot coals, it seared a bit as her blood dropped into the bowl. Most everyone clapped while the Candor sat there looking at her, they would now view her as a traitor. Tessa smiled as the Dauntless rose and cheered at her. She looked at all of them to see if Andrew was there but he wasn’t. She went to stand next to a girl who was from Candor but had switched as well. Candice was her name, if Tessa remembered correctly. The female enveloped her in a hug as the Dauntless turned and ran out the hall. ”What’re they doing?” The female asked, her eyes wide to Tessa. Tessa shrugged her shoulders, but soon found her feet running after them before she even had a chance to register what they were doing. Candice followed closely behind.

They didn’t run for long just out the door and under the railway. Tessa stopped to catch her breath and Candice did the same. They looked at eachother in their black and white Candor outfits and laughed before they heard more shouting. Tessa whipped her head in the direction of the shouting to see black clothed figures crawling up the poles to the top. ”What the-“ Candice called over the shouting. ”Come on!” People called from the top. Tessa ran to the bottom of one of the poles. It was important to her that she didn’t fail, she wanted to show these people that she was strong that she could be like them. ”This looks incredibly dangerous and stupid.” Candice spoke from behind her. ”Suit yourself.” Tessa climbed doing her best to hoist herself up but the Dauntless made it look easy and it wasn’t. All around her she saw Dauntless born climbing up without haste.

Tessa’s lips fell into a tight line as she heard Candice complaining behind her. Rolling her eyes, Tessa did her best till she was at the top. She sat at the edge breathing heavily while Candice struggled up. It was then that platform began to shake and a train car whizzed past her. The Dauntless were crouched, she hadn’t noticed it before like they were preparing for something. Tessa stood up, following their lead. ”What are they doing?” A male spoke up next to her. Amity. She wanted to vomit on his clothing. She hated the amity, hated how they were perfectly nice. The Dauntless were running and jumping into the train cars. ”No, I can’t.” Tessa stood up straighter next to Candice, judging her by her size and how naïve she was. She didn’t know why but she felt like she had to be better than Candice they were the only two from Candor that she could tell. Tessa began to run, faster than she had ever run into her entire life. It was hard to keep up, but she knew it was vital she get on the train. She closed her eyes as she jumped, hands pulling her in. She sat tight in the train, looking around at everyone else inside. She breathed slowly as Candice crawled in behind her, panting. Tessa was beyond exhausted already but she wouldn’t let it show. Not with all the Dauntless bornes around her who were smirking at the transfers.



ooc: Sorry that this is so long....I got carried away!! Anyways, feel free to have someone interact with Tessa in the train or not. Doesn't matter to me. I'll post her jump once the first jumper has gone.

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⊰ ⊰ ⊰ xxxxxx ✳ S K Y E x T H I N D R E L xxxxx ✧


Emerald eyes scanned around a dimly lit room where people sat talking quietly, shoving whatever bits of food the scavengers had been able to find into their mouths. Skye had one elbow propped up on the cafeteria styled table, while another shoved the tray beneath her forwards at Caleb. ”I know you skipped breakfast.” Caleb frowned, looking down at the half eaten tray and shoved it back in Skye’s direction .”I had a piece of bread, other people need it more than I do.” Caleb answered, running a hand through his hair which was, she supposed dirty blonde but you could hardly tell because of all the dust that coated it. A single drop of sweat cascaded down his forehead, but he quickly wiped it away. It was abnormally warm today. Skye adjusted her own black tanktop, running her hands down her matching black pants. ”Yes, Caleb. But we have to go out today.” Caleb shook his head, a few dust flakes falling to the table. ”No, Skye. It’s just you today. Carter said I couldn’t. He needs me for something else..”

Skye frowned, rolling the peas around on her plate. Skye and Caleb were scavengers. Their were dozens of pairs of scavengers in the compound, and they were a team. Really, it was anyone who was healthy or strong enough to venture outside the compound that was applicable for the job. Though it was more of volunteer work, than anything. Their world was dying, or so she was told. Well, actually, the earth was dying which was why half the world’s population had moved into space, or so she was told. She had been too young to remember when and how it actually all happened. All she knew was that was that the people from above were clearing out different parts of the earth. Both of her parents were dead. Ever since she was younger she had created some grand imaginary story about how her parents were rebels to whomever had destroyed the world. She imagined that they had died valiantly in a battle trying to save the world from being nuked. She didn’t know, she’d never know. She did know, however, that her parents had been in some sort of rebel group. Though how big or small, she wasn’t sure.

”So, I have to go out there alone…” Skye shoved the tray back towards Caleb. He sighed, giving in and plucked the fork from her hands. Skye cupped her head in her hand and stared at Caleb obediently. He was her partner, he was supposed to look out for her. ”Skye, they already cleared out this sector. We’re fine. Carter just said for you to scout the perimeters today. Take an extra pistol. Here, take mine.” Caleb reached down to his buckle, pulled it from the strap and gently pushed it across the table towards Skye. Skye knew better than not to accept the offer. She took it and shoved it into the back of her pants. ”So, whatever you’re doing with Carter, you won’t need it?” She could handle scouting. It was simple. However, if she had been scavenging on her own, that would have been risky. Carter was the leader of the compound. He was a veteran from something called the United States Army that belonged to the past world. From time to time, he’d try to tell her about it but honestly, she’d just tune him out. Why dwell in the past, when there was so much more happening in the future. Caleb shook his head.

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Skye adjusted the flimsy mask, pulling carefully at the straps as she bent over quickly, lacing up her combat boots. She was wearing all black, but it was good for camouflage. Quickly, both hands felt around for her pistols, just to make sure they were there. One was attached to her leg, while the other was attached to a belt. She sighed, though she put on a tough front she wasn’t exactly keen on going out alone. She knew she was at risk of radiation. Skye began her climb up the stairs. The compound was deep below a building. Her fingers fumbled at the lock at the latch quickly, pushed it up and hoisted herself up. No one really went outside much more besides those who were able to provide for the compound. So she supposed she was fortunate. How ironic. Skye knelt down, making sure the latch was in place and the lock fully secured just in case.

She sighed, more stairs. She was in the basement of said building and almost to the lobby. It was dark and difficult to see but Skye had done this a thousand times, she didn’t need the light. Skye froze, in place in the lobby of the building, looking around herself. There had been footsteps or a noise of some sort. She was sure of it. Who was on duty? Who was scavenging? She should have been smart enough to have remembered to ask Caleb if she was the only one out. Footsteps. Those were definitely footsteps. Silently, Skye flung herself into a room stepping on glass. So much for being quiet. s**t.

"Hello? Anyone down here?" The room was bare, nothing to hide behind. Her heart pounded as she pushed herself against a wall. It was definitely an outsider, someone from the compound wouldn’t have asked a question. They would have known what lay beneath the building. Within seconds the door flung open, and Skye gasped, her hand rushing to the gun at her leg. Quickly she pulled it out, held both hands on the trigger and pointed it to the stranger covered in some odd costume of some sort. She’d never seen anything like it. "Who are you?" The figure spoke. Skye took another step back only to find the wall. ”Who are you?” She countered. "Sorry, I mean.. I just barged in, that was rude. I didn't think anyone was in sector eight anymore. We cleared you out weeks ago.." Skye bit down on her lip, lowering her gun a moment. We. That meant he was with them, that he was from up above and from what Carter told her that was not good news.

The gun lifted it self up almost instantly. And she fired.



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[x7dreamer]

► All you had to do was close your eyes right? He had sworn someone had told him it would make it easier. Then again, realizing that someone’s life was in your very hands as you pointed the gun to their face was not something you did every day. He had deserved it. He’d ruined his family. He’d made his mom and sisters afraid. Hell, he had even made himself afraid. Bellamy pulled the trigger at the sorry excuse of a father who was uncontrollably weeping like a coward. Bellamy cocked his head to the side, eyes in a tight line. He deserved it. He did. They’d all told him that. “Bell. Please. I’ll leave and never come back. You’re right what I did was wrong.” Bang. Bang.

Bellamy jogged lightly through an alley, a bit of sweat cascading down his forehead. For a moment he stopped to bend over, hands on his knees breathing heavily. It had been around seven years now, and yet the memory seemed to resurface when he least expected it to. He was sure his mother knew that it had been him, and he was sure that deep down she was thankful that he had done it. She had to be. He had deserved it. He was an awful man, his father that is. Bellamy leaned against the wall, pulling his gun from his pocket, checking the thing to make sure it was full of bullets. He was in enemy territory and never dared to come in unarmed. It was stupid really, comical if that. He’d worked so hard over the years to get to where he was and what he was doing was beyond wrong. He knew it. She knew it. They weren’t stupid.

They were smart about how they went about things. He knew that he would lose everything, most likely his life, if anyone ever saw them and told. For godsake, he was second in command now. It was foolish. He’d even thought about ending it a few weeks ago, and yet he was weak. Not only did Libby make him weak, but so did his family. He had not one, but five weaknesses if someone were ever trying to hurt him – they’d go for his sisters, his mom, Libby. At first it had been physical and that was it, but then it had progressed into something that neither of them had expected. He was second in command, and she was his number one enemies daughter. Silently, Bellamy cursed himself waiting. They were meeting far enough away from both their territories. However, that didn’t stop the sweat from falling. He was like this every time, a bundle of stress and nerves.

► “Sweetie, your father is expecting you to be there tonight. You can’t let him down. If people get the idea that we aren’t a family, then how is your father supposed to get votes?” Her mother tried, Evelyn supposed, to sweet talk her. To make it seem like she wanted more out of Evelyn than just her appearance. People liked to see all three of them together. People liked the idea of a family. People liked the idea of her dad being a father. And most of all people liked her. Those were all things her mother often told her to convince her to go to this event and that event. Truth of the matter was the fact that she wasn’t a kid anymore. She had her own life now, her own apartment , job, new friends. Once a month it seemed her mom called her, begging that she come to a dinner or something to support her dad who she was pretty sure had never supported her growing up besides financially.

She was twenty two now and still completely controlled by her mother. It was her last year of college which they were paying for. She swallowed, pulling her keys from her purse while juggling her phone in the other hand. ”Fine, mom. But only for a little bit.” She could almost imagine her mother’s look of victory on her face and she heard nothing but silence from the other line. Not even a goodbye or anything but Evelyn knew that her mom had hung up. Evelyn threw her phone in her purse as she hit the button of the cross walk repeatedly. The thing wasn’t turning green. Leaning against, the pole Evelyn looked around while imagining the long night she had ahead of her instead of curling up next to the TV or going out with her friends. She would know no one, but they would all know her.

[x7dreamer]

► A son. Rose Russo was supposed to have been born a son to her parents. Or at least that was what the plan had been. Rose stared down at the picture between her fingers, the frame lying shattered on the ground next to her. A fifth of rum had found its way into her left hand which rose quickly to her mouth as she took a quick swig. Scrunching her face up in disgust, Rose tossed the picture onto her bed, running a hand through her raven colored hair. Rose was the first female born to four generations of Russo men. Her dad, whom she referred to as S, had been sure that she'd be a boy. Though, when she was born, her father swore up and down that he wouldn't have any more children even though he desired more sons. He was fearful that he would produce another female. He blamed her mother for it, or at least that's what he always told her. Most of the time, it didn't bother Rose. In fact, she'd even become somewhat of an asset thanks to her grandpa, their leader. But today wasn’t one of those days. Rose looked down at the bottle in her hands which still had a little over half ways to go. Sighing, she placed it down on the nightstand next to her, hearing the front door downstairs open.

Vision already a bit fuzzy, Rose walked to the door of her room to make sure it was locked before sliding down and sitting against it. Her eyes flittered around her room, knowing damn well that she was extremely lucky. Growing up as a Russo had it perks. Their group had been around for five generations now. Saying that they were wealthy was an extreme understatement. Rose’s room was all white, with a marble floor as well as gold pillars that made up her bed. S had treated her right in that aspect of her life. She had everything she’d ever wanted growing up even despite his resentment towards her. Though, she had a feeling that he did have a soft spot for her. He just wouldn’t admit it after all these years of moaning and griping about it.

She felt the vibrations through the door before she heard the pounding. In that moment, Rose had wished she hadn’t set the god damn rum on the other side of the room. ”Get your a** to the car, Rose. Seriously.” Leo’s voices sounded from the other side. Initiation day. A growing thump inside of Rose’s chest grew, and she wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or because of the memories that threatened to resurface. [********] She muttered as she hoisted herself off the ground. Hastily, she walked to the rum, taking another swig from the bottle. With it still in her hand, Rose returned to the door and opened it to a impatient Leo. She half bowed, doing her best not to laugh. ”At your service, dear brother. Wouldn’t want to be late for Uncle Willie even though it would be your a** that would be in need of a kicking.” It was true. In all that Rose had had to go through as a female member, never once had anyone laid a hand on her.

”You chose now to get drunk.” He pushed himself into her, forcing the bottle out of her grip. She let him take it, shrugging her shoulders. The damage was already done, her legs starting to tremble under the alcohol’s influence. ”You’re one to talk.” It was true. If Leo wasn’t busy doing something gang related, he was either drunk, ******** some girl, or both. ”The difference,” Leo’s voice called out from her bathroom, where she guessed he was dumping out the contents of the bottle. ”Between you and me, is that I know the time and place. How do you think dad’s going to feel when you show up drunk off your a**.” Dad. Leo still called him dad, which she figured was justified seeing as though they’d grown up having two very different childhoods. Leo was to keep the family name going. He was legacy. Rose was just another member, really, because a woman in charge was unheard and presumably never going to happen. Not that she’d ever in a million years want to be in charge.
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She’d been to a number of initiations. S had made her start attending around age nine and yet they still brought chills to her each time. Though most of the gang wasn’t present, the Russo’s still went and made sure it was done right. Rose was standing on her side of the street. Inside the restaurant, sitting at a table adjacent to the window was S and gramps, or Uncle Willie. Leo was across the street next to Enzo. Or was it Ezio? Rose wasn’t exactly sure. She’d met him a few times but hadn’t really bothered to get to know him. He was joining late in age than their usual initiates and was bound to get shot, caught, or taken care of by S in a matter of months. That seemed to the usual fate of initiates lately, which was why she didn’t care to know him.

She watched as he fiddled with his hand in his pocket, presumably wrapping his fingers around the gun, preparing. Shaking her head, Rose turned the opposite direction looking down at her feet. It had been four years, almost five, since Rose had been forced to go through the initiate process which she had thought was absurd, seeing that she’d practically been raised by the gang. Pick a target. Anyone. And shoot. Simple as that. That’s what S had told her the day of. She’d been eighteen. Rose had killed an innocent old man sitting on a bench, reading the news paper. She’d chosen him because it was clear he’d already lived a long and most likely happy life. It was much better than taking life away from someone who clearly had so much more to live. Or at least that’s how she had justified it in her head. The gang, however, had seen it much more different. To them, it showed that she was ruthless, willing to do whatever it would take to get the job done including killing someone who was clearly helpless.

Feeling eyes on her, Rose turned her attention to the restaurant where S’s eyes were locked on her. He wanted her to watch. Not watching showed cowardice. Not flinching a bit, Rose leaned against the tree beside her, folding her arms across her chest. Ezio was looking at her a moment, before his attention turned to Leo next to him who gave him a slight nod. Rose didn’t wince at the sound anymore. It was the screams that still bothered her.