Fanfics: Dead On Arrival

We won.

We won Capture the Flag. The Fifth Cohort won. Do you know how impossible that is? Capture the Flag was one of the most difficult games in Camp Jupiter being the Fifth Cohort, and we won. I was over-joyed. Blood rushed everywhere inside my body. Out in the distance everyone was congratulating Frank, Hazel, and the new kid Percy. I've got to admit, he's the best thing that happened to the Fifth Cohort ever since, well... let's face it. He was the best since we lost the Eagle.

The next thing that happened was one of the worst.

I felt a sharp tip gently touch my back. It pushed harder and harder into me. Something inside me snapped, like a bone that was probably my rib. The item that ran halfway through my body pierced its way into my lungs. Suddenly I needed air. My head fell back, my eyes grew wide as my mouth hung open. The blade, I realized, was a spear. I felt like I was drowning. Water filled my lungs. No, it wasn't water. The liquid that started dominating my lungs was my very own blood. The spear dug deeper into me.

My eyes began to blur. Patches of white and black appeared here and there. My head became awfully light, like a balloon filled with helium ready to float away. I tried grabbing whoever was behind me but I knew it was too late. Whoever it was couldn't wait any longer and decided to end me right there. He pierced my heart. I was conscious enough to feel every bit of agonizing pain. A sledgehammer coming into impact with your body a thousand times, a chariot weighing a million pounds running over you a million times, fire eating away your flesh slowly, a Minotaur running its horns into you billions of times,   honestly all those combined wouldn't even begin to really describe the pain.

Then it stopped and all I could see was black. I was dead.

For a moment I felt nothing, but I knew it was cold. I heard nothing, but I knew there were screams. I saw nothing, but I knew there were people around me. Slowly, I was able to open my eyes. Blotches of white still appeared from time to time. My head still felt light and so did the rest of my body. Maybe I wasn't dead. When my vision cleared, I was standing inside a small shop. Looking around, it looked like it sold really expensive suits for men.

To the opposite of me across the room was an elevator. Above it were the letters DOA. The carpet on the floor and the walls were a steel gray. Black leather furniture was placed in random places. To the right was a man with chocolate-colored skin in tortoise-shell shades and a silk bleached-blond Italian suit that matched his hair. People were here, although, they didn't seem quite... human. They looked like our Lyres.

The man approached me. "Hello there, girl." I looked at him, puzzled. He had a British accent. "Hello." I said back, looking around the room. The elevator suddenly opened. Was I imagining things or is that a river at the other side? I approached it slowly, reaching my hand out. Stop it, I scolded myself. So I did. As I was about to turn around, the man was beside me. He smiled. "You're next in line, girl." I looked at the river, then back at him. I pointed to myself, looking skeptically, "Me?"

He grinned, showing his perfectly white teeth, "Yes, you. Although, you need to pay me." I crossed my brows and searched for my pockets. I had no money. "Just a drachma will do, girl." I stared at him blankly. "What's a drachma?" I said, and he just smiled. I looked around to ask one of the people here if they had a drachma, whatever that was.

The exit caught my eye. "Is the door open?" I asked. He shrugged and said, "My, my. I do believe it is," he leans in closer to me, "but don't tell the others." I looked at the steel grey carpet and worn out walls, at the black leather furniture, and at the man.

Then I made my way to the door, back to Camp Jupiter, where everybody was surrounding me.

Fanfics: Here I Am

I looked up at her as she hastily climbed the tree. "Kill her, Cato!" I shouted alongside Glimmer and Marvel. "Kill her!" I seemed to say although I didn't want her dead. For some particular reason I am unaware of the girl on fire has caught my attention. Backstage, while getting last minute preparations from her stylist, I couldn't help but look at her. The way her long wavy hair was tied back in an intricate bun, the way that black suit fitted her perfectly and when it was finally lit on fire it emphasized her... physique, I couldn't help but stare. Of course when she looked my way I instantly turned my head.

She's prey, I told myself, you can't afford to let your guard down Clove.

My attention snapped back when I heard a huge thump on the ground. Cato had fallen from the tree. "Why don't you just throw your sword?" the District 12 girl taunted. It seemed to get on Glimmer's nerves, she glared. She took out her bow and aimed at the girl atop the tree. (I refuse to say her name.) Glimmer held the bow with ease as if she'd been handling it all her life. Of course I'm pretty sure she had, just like Cato with his sword and me with my knives down at the academy back home.

Even with those hands so used to the feeling of the bow, she missed Twelve. When Cato grabbed the bow and an arrow from Glimmer's quiver I relaxed a bit more. Cato can't handle a bow. He's a monster with a sword but when you give him something else he has less precision than a monkey, to say the least. With that, he missed. Loverboy here, I had almost forgotten that he was with us, seemed shaky when he said, "We should just wait for her to come down." Everybody glared, including myself, but it seemed like the smart thing to do, "I mean she can't stay there forever, right? We'll get her then."

He seemed sincere enough. Cato had, thankfully, thought so too. He ordered one of us to start a fire and walked away with Glimmer. Marvel and I went the other way. As for Peeta, I didn't care.

Marvel and I walked aimlessly, looking for wood we could use. When I say 'Marvel and I', mostly I meant Marvel while I sharpened my knives a few paces behind him. Marvel wasn't so bad, he had a sense of humor and was almost kind. Still, Marvel was just another guy. "Hey, Clove," he shouted, stating that I wasn't my usual self. I simply nodded and continued with the knife in hand. He whistled one long high-pitched tone and started talking more.

"What do you think of fire girl?" He says, with an awfully disturbing grin as he licked his lips.

A shudder ran down my spine. I hated it when Marvel did that, but at the mention of her name a smile crept onto my lips. She had such a beautiful name although I forbade myself from uttering it, in fear of my own suspicion. Marvel looked at me again, a few pieces of small branches already in his arms. "Well, you're happy." I looked at him and wiped the smirk off my face. I rolled my eyes and turned around. Knowing myself, whenever someone caught me smiling I start turning red. I don't know why but I do. I can feel the cold grin locked on Marvel's lips, only this time he was grinning at me and not her.

"Something's off, little Clover." He stated. I hated it whenever called me Clover, though I can do nothing about it. I can feel the gears in Marvel's mind working, he's smarter than he appeared. I guess he shrugged whatever he was starting to conclude off and continued to talk. "Fire girl's got some moves, I'll give her that." I heard his feet walk away, I turned around and followed him, "plus she's pretty hot." At the mention of the world hot a part of me wanted to laugh her ass off, the other part wanted to scream to the world how beautiful she was and how hot didn't even cut it.

I did neither.

I simply nodded, the smile made its way onto my lips once more, and said "She is kind of cute..." Instantly Marvel stopped and turned around to face me. He dropped all the branches he carried and grabbed me by the shoulders. His reaction seemed a little too much for the statement. It's not like I confessed my love for...

"You, my little Clover, just told me you found fire girl attractive." I raised an eyebrow. His eyes were searching mine, for an answer I'm sure I didn't have. I noticed that I was holding my breath. Then he let go. "Kidding." He said again. My body relaxed and I released my breath. I tucked my knife down its case and into my pocket. "What was that for? You looked like an idiot." He simply chuckled his way through my question as he picked up his branches. The rest of the day went by quietly.

When night came, Peeta set a fire, Cato and Glimmer came back with some food from the camp (which was a long way out) and I sat down at the base of the tree. I lightly touched my shoulders, feeling the ghost of Marvel's grip earlier. The only thought inside me at that time was that he might think I liked Twelve, which to me was the craziest idea ever. Me? Have a crush? On Twelve? Ridiculous. Never had I fallen for another girl. Never had I fallen for anyone, period.

Feelings were foreign to me, except hate and anger. They're all I've ever known. The feeling of love distracted me. Cato had Glimmer. It would be obvious for me to fall for Marvel, but let's face it: I'm only 15. They're all 18. It's only three years but I found it very unsettling. Peeta is 16, but I refused to even talk to him. And so out of all the tributes, much less the people I had to fall for, I fell for her.

Then I noticed that it was already dark.

The dim light of the fire barely lit up the surrounding. I can faintly see all the others already sleeping while I stayed up. I looked up at the tree to where the District 12 girl is supposed to be. I took out two knives, stood at the base of the tree, and looked up once more. Slowly I glided my hand across the bark, the tree's tough skin. Outside, it was hard and protected the inside so strongly. Inside it was soft and sensitive, pretty much like me.

I climbed the tree, using my knives as anchors. After some time, for my body was not built to climb, I reach the branch where the girl on fire was. I didn't even try to sneak up on her, she had nowhere to run to. She was asleep. She didn't even hear me climb. I let it stay that way.

What do I do now?

I could kill her right there. Just one knife through the heart and she'd be gone. I wouldn't have to think about her anymore. My eyes stayed glued onto her, studying her features. Her face was filled with cuts and bruises, but it didn't make it less beautiful. The coat had shielded her figure, making her look a bit more stout than she was. My lingering eyes wandered down her leg where I noticed a deep wound, probably a burn. I wanted to treat it so badly, but I couldn't do anything about it. It's a miracle she fell asleep.

Then something came floating down from the sky. A parachute.

I looked at her before grabbing the item. I opened the case, it contained a small round object. Inside was a gel-like substance. Instinctively I took the medicine and rubbed it on Twelve's leg. I don't even know why I'm doing this. Why am I doing this?

The girl on fire (to me it translated literally now) barely moved. Her face though showed slight pain, but soon it relaxed. I continued to rub the substance on her leg, enough for it to cover the whole thing. My hand was stained with her blood. I held it near my face, a good distance away so I can still see it. I smiled and looked at the girl. Was it my imagination or did she smile as well? It took me all I had to lean forward and simply rest my lips on her forehead. I let it stay there for a few seconds too long before I pulled away and climbed back down.

I rested my head on the ground, eyes getting heavy. That encounter, I suddenly realized, was probably broadcasted to the whole of Panem. I am made a disgrace to District 2. I should care, I should feel ashamed, but I didn't. They never taught me to care. They never taught me to love, either.

But here I am caring for and in love with Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire.

Fanfics: Never Never Land

A place in our hearts that will always last

A place in our hearts that everyone has

The second star to the right and straight on 'til morning

With Peter and the lost boys and Tink and the Darlings

To Never Never Land we go as we fly with happy thoughts

With Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust, to believe is what we ought

And inside Never Never Land no one ever grows up

Adults are considered nasty but some do show up

Like the Indians in the tribes or the mermaids in the ocean

And the nastiest of them all, the pirates and Hook the captain

Now Peter Pan and Hook are the meanest of foes

One fights for good the other from the darkness rose

Likewise for Wendy Darling and an Indian girl named Tiger Lily

Fight for the likes of Peter Pan which he thinks is quite silly

But at the end of the day the quarrels don't exist

They kick their problems out to the backdoor exit

A new day means new adventures like finding gold and hidden treasure

A day in Never Never Land is a memory with no measure

Fanfics: Wisdom's Beauty

It's cold.

That thought repeatedly ran through my head as I walked down the camp's shoreline. It's midnight. I don't usually do this --- walk on the beach at midnight, I mean. My sibling were all so noisy inside the cabin. There was loud music, and food all scattered everywhere. Even when no one was near my part of the cabin it was as noisy as the rest of it. I couldn't stand it. I hated noise. I didn't even know why they were celebrating. Well, even if I did I probably wouldn't celebrate with them. I do so preferred the quiet much like the moon --- which always reminds me that Artemis might be watching.

I reach the end of the beach that are within the camp borders, the sand between my feet are cold. I look back and see the footprints I've left. I hope no one finds me here. No one's ever gone to the far side of camp alone --- well, none that I know of. I go here to relax. This is a place I can always go to when I want things to be quiet. I look at the rocks all lined up neatly, they represent the line between the mortal world and the demigod world. At the center from the grassy area to the waters there is a set of huge rocks that somehow are casting shadows, maybe from the moon. I look closely at them, studying the formations. When my eyes reached the base of one of the rocks, I notice a figure. Something human.

I look at it, unsure of what 'it' really is. I hold my breath, and as it slowly approached me, I approach it as well. Oh you know, if it's inside the camp's borders then more than not it means they're safe. Of course I approach with caution, as any daughter of Athena would. The figure steps into moonlight and the air I kept in my lungs were finally able to escape. Silena smiles at me, obviously surprised that I'm still awake --- walking around on the beach during a very cold night no less. I smile back awkwardly as she walks beside me. "What are you doing up so late, Annabeth?" she says.

I look at her carefully. She had dyed her hair black with streaks of white and red. I'm guessing she's wearing contacts because her naturally brown eyes are now black. Her lips had a light shade of violet to it. She also had eyeliner on as well. She wore a baby blue tank top and pajama pants. She looked like a child of Ares. I, on the other hand, had nothing to show off. I didn't dress up or fix myself in any way at all. I didn't expect anyone to be here except me. My light blonde hair was simply tied back in a bun, my grey eyes are still --- and always will be --- grey, and my face is untouched in any way. Our outfits, however, are similar.

"I should be asking you the same thing, Silena." I say. It isn't my best comeback, but it'll do. After all, it is cold, and the time being midnight doesn't help me think. She sighs out a little laugh and looks out at the ocean. She took my hand, sat down, and pulled me down with her. Silena rests her head on my shoulder --- despite the fact that I'm a few inches shorter than her. I sit up straighter just so she can rest her head on me more comfortably. Being this close to her I can smell her hazelnut shampoo and cherry perfume, blending together in perfect harmony. "You know you shouldn't be so far out from camp alone, Annabeth," she says, "especially at this time of night." I shrugged my free shoulder and sigh, "Well, my cabin was really noisy for some reason. I'd rather endure the cold night than the loud noises they make."

She fixes herself upright and looks at me, "You're cold?" she whispers. I nod slightly to answer her question. Silena simply smiled and, gently, pushed me down to the cold yet soft sand. Silena lies down beside me, snuggling herself so close. She wraps her arms around my waist and rests her head on my shoulder once more. My body, although still cold, was getting hotter and hotter by the second. I could feel a faint smile on my lips and my cheeks turning red. The feeling of Silena hugging me like this is all new but yet so familiar. "All better?" she asks.

"Yeah." I say. "So, uhm, why are you still outside your cabin?" I can feel Silena hug me tighter and mumble, "I feel lonely." I gulp down the pool of saliva forming in my mouth, "Why would you go to a place where there are no people when you say you feel lonely?" I could hear her let out a little giggle, which sounded so cute.

Silena changes our current position. From both of us lying on the sand, she sits down and saddles me. She places her hands at either side of my head, her hair flowing down. She smiled, "That's not what I meant, Anna." No one ever calls me 'Anna', but the way she says it feels so close-to-home it's as if every body's been calling me that my whole life. "I am lonely," she continues, "and I do want someone to be with me," she leans in closer, Silena grins, staring at me like prey, "which is exactly why I went to a place where there are no people." I can feel my face burning hot, and even the rest of my body. The once cold air I had felt earlier was now gone. I cleared my throat, unsure of what to say.

"Want me to show you what I mean?" She smiles at me. The light of the moon seeping between the spaces in ther hair lit up the smallest features. Her skin looked pale white, her lips that were a light shade of violet is now a dark blue. Silena looked more like an angel of Hades instead of a daughter of Aphrodite. I nod slightly without really thinking about her question. I can't help but stare. I've seen her mother a few times, and --- I do hope Aphrodite isn't listening --- I think Silena is more beautiful than her mother.

"Annabeth," she whispers. She leans close, our lips inches apart, "is it alright if I kiss you?" My heart started speeding up. I felt a sensation shiver down my body. Silena raised her right hand and cupped my cheek. Her touch, like the rest of me, was warm. The smile on her lips had disappeared. She looked so serious. Her usual bubbly self was gone. Of course, I'm sure that this was only going to be for a moment. She is waiting for my answer, after all.

I nod my head. That's all I've been doing this night, nodding. Agreeing fully to what Silena says. The smile on her lips have returned and, slowly, she pressed her lips against mine. I can taste her lips. A slight trail of strawberry and honey mixed together. I lifted my arms and rested them on the back of her neck, getting more into the feeling. I've never kissed anyone like this before. Come to think of it, this may be my first kiss. I winced as something foreign enters my mouth. I then noticed that it was her tongue, searching the corners beyond my lips.

She lets go of my cheek and let her hand slide down my body. Silena started caressing my inner thing, going higher and higher with every stroke. I can still feel her lips on mine as she parted them with a smile. I smiled back and bit my lower lip, still feeling her hand run up and down my leg. "Well?" she asks. "Well what?" I whisper, but I do know what she means. "Well, how was that kiss?" she teased.

"It was," I started, I had to make sure that what I was saying was right --- because I'm sure children of Aphrodite don't want bad or simple reviews of their more intimate acts --- "It was definitely unlike any other, Silena." She grinned, obviously please with my answer. She dusted herself off and stood up. I take her hand and followed her lead. We started waking back to the cabins hand in hand. We did nothing to start a conversation. Silena and I didn't need one. Al we did need that night was time. Time to think about what just happened because seriously, what just happened? Although, the experience was something I did want to happen again. I think Silena would want the same.

As we reached the arena, the sun started rising. I guess the walk was longer than it felt. I like it when things feel that way. Silena lets go of my hand. I realized that we had to take different paths to our cabins. She looked at me and smiled, "Same time tomorrow?" She didn't wait for my answer, she just left. I have to say something. 'Thank you.' is too cliche and 'Sure.' is too short of an answer. I gather what little strength I have left and answer her back, "We'll see." She stops and turns around, a worried look on her face. I stick my tongue out as a tease and walk to my cabin.

Everything was a mess. Chips were scattered on the floor, confetti all around the beds and stuff. Food like cake were all splattered on the windows. Despite the mess, I smiled and walk to my bed. I lie down, touching my lips.

Same time tomorrow.

One shots: Untitled

"Don't let me get too attached." I say, placing my hands on her waist and pulling her close to me. "Too late." she smiles, as she wraps me in her arms.

"You know, you'd have to bring me to your house one day," she says teasingly, "I wanna see what your room looks like." I reply by taking her hand and pulling her, "Well, why not make that 'one day' today?" I say. She smiles back and walks beside me, pulling herself close. We don't talk, we almost never do, but I can assure you that I am in love with this girl. Even after I tell her I'm not supposed to be I still am, but she doesn't know. Not yet. Here are the things I know about this girl: a) she's younger than me, and b) she's from somewhere very far away. I bet you think that me being in love with her is absurd now, but trust me I am.

We reach my home as I hesitantly slow down in front of the door. I don't usually let people visit this place --- but that's because my family is always home. Today is her lucky day, I thought. I open the door and let her in. I lead her to the couch. Sitting down, she rests her head on my shoulder but doesn't let go of my hand. "I like it here." she whispers. I smile at her and pull her close to me. "I'm glad you do." She looks at me with sad eyes begging for something. Nervous, I look away and stand. I work my way to the fridge and rummage for some drinks. "Beer?" I shout, --- yes, we're underage --- my head still in the cool air. "Sure." I grab two bottles and open them, handing one to her as I walk back into the living room.

She takes a sip and then places it on the table, "So," she says, "where do you stay?" I drink my beer and smile at her. I place the bottle next to hers and take her hand once more. I lead her up a stairway leading to a hall of doors. We enter one of the rooms. She lets go of my hand as I close the door behind us.

"This is it," I say, "my room. I consider it my refuge." she laughs and jumps onto the bed. "It's beautiful." she comments. I smile and lie down beside her. She snuggles herself into me, and I put an arm around her waist.

"What now?" I whisper into her ear. She doesn't answer, but simply smiles. It's not like her to do that though. She always has something in mind. "Is something wrong?" I ask. "Nothing's wrong." she answers back quietly. I knit my brows together, smart enough not to believe her. "What's wrong?" I ask again, pulling her even closer too me.

She faces me and softly, gently, presses her lips against mine. Just as quick as it happened, it disappeared. I find my face burning hot with embarrassment. She looks at me and says, "That's wrong." I simply smile and rest my forehead on hers, "I said don't let me get too attached." I whisper, my voice shaky. "And I said it was too late." she says back.

Now we didn't just lie there and stare at each other, but I think that's another story for another time.

Fanfics: Get Over It

I don't know. Something just took over me. I know I told them to kiss and get over it, but I didn't know she'd actually do it! I just had to get out of there. I know I'm supposed to be tough and all but I just can't, not with all these emotions in me. I'm not supposed to have any! I told myself that I threw all my emotions away when I found out that I was Dauntless. I threw them all away. I don't have emotions. I don't have feelings. So why do I have the feeling that I'm in love?

I sprint across the halls leading to the dorms. I close the door behind me and flop onto my bed, burying my face into my pillow. I'm not crying, I don't cry. I don't really know how to, even as a child. I just find that doing this relaxes me. I hold my breath whenever I do this. It's as if all the things I'm feeling are being collected into my lungs and when I exhale they follow. I rarely do this. There's only one person that can ever make me do this.

I turn to my back, staring at the bed above me. Okay, to be honest here I'm not sure if I'm in love with Uriah. He isn't exactly my type. He always teases me and stuff. It just annoys the shit out of me. I say Uriah because it's the most logical thing, right? I mean I can't be in love with Marlene, right? First of all, she's my best friend. I know I'm supposed to be an emotionless pit of fuck but I couldn't care more about this girl. Second, even if I was the type to fall in love with girls, why her? Out of all the girls I can be in love with, I choose Marlene? I mean, there's that candor girl or that stiff from the initiates. Neither of them are my type either, but why Marlene.

I sigh out a little laugh and lie down in silence. Closing my eyes, I try to think of what I did earlier and what it could mean. So, I told them to kiss and ran away after they did. Maybe they'd think I like Uriah. That'd be good, right? I sit down and shake the feeling away. Definitely not good.

I hear door suddenly open and I sit up straight. Next thing I see, Marlene is walking to me. My heart grows heavy and, I guess as an instinct, drop myself onto my bed again. I don't look at her, but Marlene sits beside me, holding my shoulder. Her touch sends a small shock into my body and I couldn't help but get goosebumps. I don't say anything, there's nothing to say. I lie still, my eyes closed. "Why'd you storm out like that?" she finally says. I still don't say anything. I act as if she isn't there. "Lynn, you have to talk to me. Why'd you storm out like that?" I let out a heavy sigh and sit down. "I don't know." I say. I'm not lying because I really don't, but I'm not telling  her that I might be in love with her boyfriend.

She sighs and moves a bit closer towards me. I don't move. She lets go of my shoulder and takes my hand. "You know, you've been acting really weird lately." I look away, not answering her. "Whenever I'm with Uriah, you're angrier than your usual self." What, am I supposed to be happy when you're together? He's taking away our time together. You used to hang out with me all the time, Marlene, now it's always him. "You're always so mean to him when he does sweet things to me." Do you think I'd like it when he gets his filthy hands on you? "I don't know what else to think," I don't either, then she tightens her grip on my hand, "except to believe that you love him too."

"Wait, what?" I stand up and she lets go of me. "You think I'm in love with Uriah?" I say, looking down on her. Her eyes filled with so much innocence. I can feel myself turning red, not with anger but with something else. I don't know what it is, I'm just sure that I'm not mad. "I don't know? Maybe because you're always acting like a bitch towards him when he and I are together? Don't you think that everything you do just gives your feelings away?" She says with force. I've never heard so much pain from anyone, and I can't believe that I'm hearing it from Marlene. "Everybody knows that you like Uriah, okay?" She stands, her eyes leveled with mine. "Everybody knows how you feel about me and him." I furrow my brows, stepping back. "Mar, I'm unsure of how I feel. How can anybody say that they're sure of how I feel?"

"Then, why do you hate him so much? If you don't love him then..." How can she say that I'm in love with Uriah? There's nothing about him to love! He's just stuck up and so full of himself. He's too much like me for me to love. If I were to love someone, I'd look for someone my exact opposite. I'd look for someone that would always smile. I'd look for someone who isn't afraid to show how they feel. I'd look for someone who's just happy to see everyone. I'd look for someone that would stick around. I'd look for someone that wasn't afraid to be who they are. "Why, then?" she says. I'd look for someone so amazing I wouldn't be worthy to be called theirs. "Then why are you so mad at Uriah if you don't love him?" She says again. "Why are you so mean to him? Aren't you supposed to be my friend? You're supposed to be happy for me!" I already found someone like that. I found all those in Marlene. "With everything you're doing I just can't help but think that--"

"I'm in love with you!" I say. Her face turns from anger into confusion. "I'm in love with you." I say again, softer this time. I look her in the eyes, she doesn't avert my gaze. She just stares blankly back at me. "You're..." she manages to say. I don't expect her to take the news well. "I'm not even believing myself right now so I don't expect you to either, but I'm in love with you Mar. I probably have been for quite some time now." I say without thinking. I take a deep breath, "I guess I have nothing to do here anymore." I start walking away, leaving her behind.

I don't know what I'm doing but I have to get out of here. I don't want to hear what Marlene has to say about this anymore. Before I reach the doors, I feel something warm wrap around my waist and press against my back. I look back and see Marlene hugging me. "Mar." I whisper. "Lynn, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I didn't see this earlier." she says, tears forming in her eyes. I smile knowing how truly sorry she is but I feel even more pain, because she can't say that she feels the same way. "Mar, let me go." I say. She hesitates at first, but eventually she does. I walk away, not looking back. I'm not supposed to look back. I'm just supposed to move forward, just like the Dauntless. Nothing is supposed to stop me.

I go to the chasm. It's another place I go to just think. I stand by the railing and feel the water spraying at me. I just stand there like nothing's wrong, like the Erudite isn't there to strike any second.

I don't know how long I've been there. I don't know how long I've been standing and staring into the water, but something woke me up. Three words I never thought I'd hear. My heart starts racing, tears start forming in my eyes. I repeat the words but sound won't come out of my mouth.

"Marlene is dead."

One shots: Heroes of Their Time

Ninjas move in secret orange red and blue shades

The legendary three of sorts together they grow surrounded by blades

Naruto Sakura Sasuke the war they will overcome

Heroes of their time villains of a crime side by side will they run

Harry, Ron, and Hermoine a trio of magics

Muggles and wizards their life so tragic

They battle against he-who-shall-not-be-named

Heroes of their time immortal by fame

Earth and fire and water and air

To master them all the avatar must prepare

Aang and Korra both so young and free

Heores of their time with a change they made people see

Ash and Pikachu together forever and never apart

A best friend's love bigger than any moon their hearts

Thunder, quick attack, iron tale, bolt tackle

Heroes of their time, winner of many battles

Queen Lucy the Valiant, Queen Susan the Gentle

Two daughters of eve in Narnia they settle

King Edmund the Just, King Peter the Brave

Heroes of their time for Narnia they have saved

It's time for adventure, it's time to have fun

All day Finn and Jake fly, swim, and run

And Fionna and Cake, sweeter but as rough

Heroes of their time all for adventures, both tough

A simple girl from a simple world found herself in a land of wonder

With a fragile name of Alice, she met a madman named Hatter

Together they save Wonderland with the White Queen and their friends by their side

Heroes of their time, and the Jabberwocky and Red Queen confined

Katniss and Peeta, victor of the Hunger Games

From 12 to the Capitol in a day through a train

The mockingjay, the lover, the start of an uprising

Heroes of their time, like the pin, always shinning

Percy and Annabeth, son of Poseidon, daughter of Athena

Demigods with hearts bigger than any arena

They have weaknesses, no doubt, but strength to match

Heroes of their time against monsters impossible to catch

Tris and Tobias, known as Six and Four

Abnegation once, Dauntless forevermore

Insurgent rebels in a Divergent world

Heroes of their time silent with sirens all throughout heard

Now all of these heroes go through different hardships

Not all good nor bad

They live, they love, they travel so fine

All of these people are called heroes of their time

One shots: This Love

This poem goes out to all of the people

that lie and cheat and steal

for those who say they're on the right path

but doesn't show it's real

Why don't you think about the love

that died for you on the cross

the love that lived to die for us

the love that never lost

Think about that love's sacrifice

to die for you each day it lasted

its strength so strong, its fear so small

and it's never cheated

That love has been hurt, that love has been left

all alone and bleeding

that love doesn't deserve the pain it receives

what it felt is what we should be feeling

That love's alpha has predicted our days

that we shall walk on this earth

our days are limited, our days are numbered

and so much to that love we are worth

Don't you think that this love is great

and awesome and merciful and kind

that this love's will is harder than

impossible to find

This type of love can come from one

and no one else can give

this type of love's wonderful gift

of bringing us from death to live

This poem goes out to all of the people

that think they are not ready

this love will come once again in time

ready your hearts and keep steady

One shots: Happy Birthday

Today is the day you grow a year older

Fourteen years of experiencing the world

Fourteen years in the Lord, fourteen years in His love

Fourteen years worth of lessons learned

Within all those years you've met so much friends

That were raised just as you were

Each friend had a test that were all messes

And turned out to be testimonies and messages

Like I've said before you're a good kid, you're the best

You're different from the others, so much better that the rest

Our fangirling moments are as precious to me

As our serious talks over the phone

We've smiled, we've laughed, we're cried as well

And when we're together I feel so at home

You're listened to me so much so let me

Just say that now it's my turn

Your time to talk just say what you want

Trust me I'll listen to you girl

One last thing before the poem ends

There are a few words that I want to say

I love you, God bless, take care of yourself

And Niq, happy birthday ♥