The Boy of Dark and Light

A boy sat in the corner of a classroom. His deep brown eyes focused on a empty desk. His mind was never in one place. His teacher was talking about art, nothing he cared about. The girl in front of him was taking notes, about the boy in the seat next to her. He sighed quietly. He looked around once more, taking into account all the changes in the shadows. A girl at the front of the room moved her head a little, but her shadow didn't move with it. His powers have been getting stronger. After class it was lunch time.
“Colin!” He stopped in his tracks. No one ever called his name. Colin turned around slowly. A boy about his age. Black hair, blue eyes, vary pale.
“You are Colin right?” He asked.
“Yes. Why?” He replied.
“The names Jake.” Said the boy called Jake. “I was told you were the new kid.” Colin nodded. He turned back to his meal. Rotten apples, yum. Jake sat down next to him, and Colin sighed.
“You're not going to leave me alone are you.” Said Colin. Jake shook his head. Goody, thought Colin, I guess I'm stuck with him then.
“So, if you're not going to leave, what do you want?” Asked Colin.
“Is this where I suppose I should say world peace?” Colin put his head in his hands. He thought about Liz. What she would say to him. All the things she told him about controlling his anger. He took a deep breath, and all the light in the room disappeared. A girl at one of the tables opened her palm and made fire. It was enough light to get everyone out of the cafeteria. A boy named Tom with shaggy brown hair ran up to Jake.
“Are you alright? All the lights went out!” Said the Tom.
“We know, we were there.” Said Colin. The boy looked older than them, but not by much. He looked shocked to see that someone was there, they always were. Shortly fallowing the boy, came a girl. Her short black hair was cut to look like a comic book character. Blue eyes that looked like the sky. And with her makeup, and punk cloths, she was the most beautiful girl at school. Yeah, even Colin knew who she was. Her name was Lauren. She never got a grade above B, usually C, and she was Jake's sister. Also Tom's crush.
“Tom, calm down.” Said Lauren. Tom looked down at Lauren's boots, combat boots, and smiled.
“You love those ones.” He said. She smiled, and looked over to Colin. Her blue eyes froze for a moment on him, then went back to Tom. Maybe it was his imagination, but he saw sympathy in her eyes. She turned to her brother. Jake had been standing there the hole time not saying anything, not like him.
“Why do quiet?” she asked.
“Nothing. You seem to be sad.” Jake said. She smiled, but it looked fake.
“I'm fine. It's just,” she looked down.
“Just what?” Asked Colin.
“Burning light.” she muttered. The sound of that sent a chill down Colin's back. Colin spotted the girl that had helped everyone out with her fire, then he realized that it was the same girl at the front of the class. He turned and started to walk over when he saw Tom out of the corner of his eye. He had a smug look on his face. And a smile that says, I got away with something. Then he saw that he was holding Lauren by the wrist.

A Blood Red Sky. Part Seven.

Hi! So, I haven't posted in a while.
I've been updating my A Blood Red Sky story, because I've finally gotten back to it. The chapters are longer, but the spelling is now much better in it and it's easier to read. So, here's the seventh part. Though it won't make much sense if you haven't read the other chapters...
But, enjoy anyways!

Chapter Five

I opened my eyes and coughed. I was on a beach somewhere and I looked around. No Dragons. Stella Ensis lay just a few yards away from me. I crawled over to it and put it back in the bag. I coughed again and looked around. I had no idea where I was. I stood and found I had wet sand and saltwater all over me. I touched my head and realized I wasn't wearing a hat. This made me frown and I stumbled up the beach. Every part of me hurt and I had a long scratch running down my arm where Ladon had scratched me. I fell over and then just laid there for some time.

“Ohmigod. Are you okay?” I heard someone call. I didn't answer. I felt someone there and so I tried to sit up, but I felt like my bones had just turned to lead, so I just laid there.

Someone knelt next to me and said “Should I call a hospital?”

“Dell. Call... Dell.” I mumbled.

“Dell? Who's Dell?” the woman asked. “I-I'm calling 911.” she said. I didn't answer.

Soon enough, I felt people all around me. I couldn't think straight. I wanted Dell. I needed to make sure she was okay.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital. I had been in one so many times, I knew one just by smelling it. I opened my eyes and pulled off the breathing mask on me and sat up. I looked around and said “Okay. Now what?”

I waited for a nurse to come in. I looked at her and said “Where's my bag?”

“What?” she asked.

“I had a bag with me when I came in. Where is it?” I asked. She took it out and handed it to me. I threw the blankets off of me and I stood up, but if the nurse hadn't been there, I would have fallen over right away.

I sat back on the bed and sighed. I opened my bag and looked through it until I came to a healing solution. I drank it and instantly felt better. I waited for the nurse to leave before I pulled on my clothes and walked out quietly. I walked out of the hospital, totally unnoticed. Of course, as soon as I reached the door, Is aw someone shout “There she goes!” and they started to run after me. I bolted down the street and into an ally-way, and they passed me. I looked around and suddenly knew where I was. But the people caught up to me. I kicked and screamed and they took me back to the hospital.

When I calmed down, they said “What's your name?”

“Rebecca Jones.” I answered. “Can I go home now?”

“We have to wait for a legal parent or guardian to come and pick you up.” said the doctor.

“Fine. Can I call that person?” I asked. He handed me a phone and I called Hannah.

“Hello?” Hannah's voice said.

“Hannah! Come and get me. I'm at the hospital.” I said.

“Becca! Oh, my God! Are you alright?” she asked.

“Just surrounded by these crazies called doctors.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Okay, okay, I'll be there in a few minutes.” and she hung up. I put the phone down and refused to speak to the doctors until Is aw Hannah standing in the doorway.

“Are you her mother?” the doctor asked her.

“Sister. Rebecca, what happened? You've been gone for two days!” she said to me.

“Really?” I asked, frowning. “Two days?”

“Yes!” she said. “Dell came in and said that the hurricane had taken you off!”

“Well, then that's what happened.” I said with a sigh. “Can we go home now?”

As it turned out, Hannah had to do some legal stuff before we could go home and when we did, everyone gave me a hug until I finally walked upstairs to Mom's room and slipped in. I laid on the bed next to her and she said “Hello, Rebecca.”

“Hi, Mom.” I said.

“Did you hear the storm the other night?” she asked.

“Yeah.” I said. “Did it scare you?” I asked.

“No. I like storms. Did it scare you?” she asked.

“No. I'm not scared.” I said. She smiled and planted a kiss on my cheek. I smiled and said “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, Becca.” she said with a smile. “I love you too.”

Over the next six months, I didn't see any more Dragons. Or fairies for that matter. Dell and I never spoke about it, but I could tell that she hadn't seen anymore Dragons either. In the meantime, Mom was getting sicker and sicker. She had been moved to the hospital.

One day, at school, I was sitting in the back of the classroom, doodling some flowers and stars all over the page.

“Rebecca, are you paying attention?” Mrs. Ryann asked. I looked up and said “Oh. Sorry.” and I sat up. She frowned slightly and then went back to whatever she had been talking about. I looked out the window. It was a clear day with blue skies. Not a cloud in the sky at all.

I suddenly raised my hand. Everyone stared at me.

“Yes, Rebecca?” Mrs. Ryann said.

“May I open a window?” I asked.

“Why?” she asked.

“Well, it's a nice day and it's hot in here.” I said. Everyone muttered in agreement.

“Well... I suppose...” she said. I stood and opened the window and then walked back to my seat. Mrs. Ryann started to talk again and I felt a tug on my sleeve. I looked over and saw Dell passing me a note. I grabbed it and opened it.

Have you seen any Dragons lately?

I looked at her and shook my head ever so slightly. She shrugged and I looked out the window.

The door suddenly opened and I saw Hope standing there. She walked to Mrs. Ryann and whispered something into her ear. Mrs. Ryann glanced at me and I looked at Dell. Hope beckoned to me and I packed my schoolbag and followed her out.

“What's wrong?” I asked. Hope didn't answer. She took me to the principles office and I saw Hannah there.

“Okay, I didn't do anything, so why...?” I trailed off. Hannah's eyes were red and she looked up at me.

I sat down and looked at Principle Gordon. “What did I do?”

He sat down and Hannah said softly “Becca, Mom died this afternoon.”

I looked at her and swallowed. I looked at Hope and then at my principle. I clenched my hands into fists and bit my lip. I hadn't cried in a very, very long time. I squeezed my eyes closed and Hannah placed her hand on my shoulder. I stood and said nothing. Hannah took my hand, but I pulled away. Tears fell without my permission and I pushed them away, but I didn't say anything. I pulled off Stella Ensis's bag and said “I'm done. That's it. I quit.” and I placed the bag in the trash. The bag that I had carried around for a year. I grabbed my schoolbag and walked out of the school and sat on the front steps. I wanted to do something. To... Be something.

Hannah came up and sat next to me. She was holding the bag in her hands and she handed it to me.

“I don't want it.” I said.

“But what about the dragons?” she asked.

“You never believed they existed.” I said in a hollow tone.

“True, but you do.” she said, trying to hand me the bag again.

“No. I don't want it. I quit. From now on, Magistra Sanguis is dead.” I growled. “From now on, I'm just the girl who wears a funny hat every day and gets in trouble.”

“Becca, you're more than just that.” said Hannah. I snorted and she said “It's true! You've been very brave and your teacher tells me that your grades are improving.”

“Hannah, it doesn't matter anymore!” I said. I stood and said “Look, school's going to be out any second. I'm going home.”

“I can drive you.” Hannah offered.

“I want to walk. Alone.” I said and I grabbed my backpack and walked off. I heard the bell ring and I heard Dell shout “Beck!”

I waited for her and she said “What happened?”

I looked at her and whispered “My mom died.” and with that, I started to cry. Dell hugged me and said “I'm so sorry, Becca.”

I didn't say anything. The tears just kept coming and coming and Dell stood there with me, her arms around my shoulders. It took me a moment, but I realized Dell was crying too. And when I was finished, I let go of her and took Stella Ensis's bag out of my backpack and held it out to her.

“I don't care what you do with it, but I never want to see it again.” I said. She looked at it and said “A-are you sure, Beck?”

I nodded and she hesitantly took it. I blinked a few times and looked at the sky. Dell looked up at it too and for a moment, we watched as the sky turned red. We both stared and heard the roar of a Dragon, and then all was silent. But the sky remained red for a bit longer. Then, it slowly turned back to blue.

“What was that?” Dell asked.

When the Mistress of Blood gives up her blade,

Her Sight will vanish and all will fade,

A blood red sky, the blue will turn,

In her heart, the scar will burn,

The Dragon's hope goes on at last,

For there is no changing what has passed.” I said.

“What?” said Dell. I blinked and said “I have no idea, Dell. But I think it's over. I think they're gone. My world of Dragons is gone, Dell. It's time to be normal now. And you know what, I've had enough Dragons and Fairies for the rest of my life.”

Chapter 1 Friends From All Sides

“Do something funny.” Tom smiled and jumped of the side of the mountain.
“Tom!” She ran to edge and looked down. There he was, showing of again. Tom flew in a circle around her.
“I always forget you can do that.”
“Way don't you join me?” Tom said with a smile. She crossed her arms and stomped her foot.
“You know I can't fly!”
“Sorry, forgot you haven't learned yours yet. C'mon, let's head back.” He grabbed her hand and they shot into the sky.
When they got back it was dark. They said goodbye, and went to there dorms. In the morning, Tom met up with Jake and Colin in there dorm.
“Hay! Tom!” Yelled Jake as he ran up to him. “You'll never figure out what happened wall you were on a date with Lauren.”
“It wasn't a date!” Tom yelled.
“Okay, okay. Calm down man. All I wanted to say was, I got it!”
“Really? Wow good for you. Mind me asking what yours is?”
“I got, drumroll please, invisibility.” He vanished. “Cool, huh!” Colin walked over, and put his hand on Jake's shoulder. Jake became visible again.
“He's been bragging all day. You guys are so lucky. I wish I knew mine.” He looked down. Colin and Lauren were now the only ones that didn't have their powers yet. Colin went back to his bed and sat down.
“Oh c'mon buddy. You'll fined it at some point.” Said Jake. “Don't worry, you know you have one. You just don't have a strong one, so it will take a long time before you can get it.”
“Thanks Jake.” Jake smiled.
“Happy to help!”
“Guys!” yelled Tom. “Will you shut up! I mean really, you have to fight?!” Jake looked at Colin.
“We're not fighting, are we?” Colin nodded. Jake laughed.
“Man, you had me fooled. I thought that you were joking with me, sorry.” Colin half smiled. He was never really there.
Lauren was waiting outside for them. She was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed.
“What took you so long? You said that you would come right out. I've been waiting for 30 minutes!”
“Um, Lauren? It's been like 10. Are you alright?” asked Jake.
“No, I counted.”
“That's creepy,” said Tom, and she gave him the stink eye. “What? It is.” she looked away from him and back to her brother Jake.
“Well, I don't think I added 20 minutes. You must have some sort of explanation for this.” Jake nodded.
“Time, it's your power.”
“Somehow I have trouble believing that,” Said Tom, and he slapped himself. “Ow! I didn't do that.”
“I did.” Said Lauren. They all looked at her. “I can move things with my mind. I have had this ability for a month. But I never wanted to tell anyone.”
“But Lauren, you could have been training this hole time! Why'd you wait?” Asked Jake. She shrugged.
“I guess I didn't want to be treated like I need help.”
“But you do.” Said Tom and he slapped himself again.

"One More Night" -- A Niall one shot

Yes this is another One Direction fanfiction. Deal with it.
Click the picture of young Niall crying to listen to the song that does with this story (it opens in a new tab).

Three years.
It’s been three years.
Three years today.
I compare the dates.
Back then: October 12th, 2025.
Now: October 12th, 2028.
I don’t want to face the world.
It hurts too much.
I can’t bear it.

The sun shone through my window, burning my bleach blonde haired head. I could tell by the position of the sun that it was probably past noon. I buried my face under the covers, attempting to escape the long day that awaited me. It had been three years, seven hundred and thirty days, but that didn’t mean that it had gotten any easier.

My bedroom door creaked open and my seven year old daughter, Mollie, tiptoed into my bedroom.

“Daddy?” She questioned, climbing on top of my bed.

“Yes, Mollie?” I replied, my voice cracking as I spoke for the first time today.

“Are you okay?”

I closed my eyes, not trusting myself to speak.

“Yeah.” I said, my voice warbling from beneath the covers as I heard someone else walk into the room.

“Hey, Mollie? Why don’t you go downstairs and see if Mina can make you some breakfast?” My friend Zayn said, referring to the scent of food that was now wafting up from downstairs, presumably coming from his wife, Mina.

“Okay, Uncle Zayn!” Mollie said, cheerfully hopping off my bed and skipping out of the room.

No sooner than Mollie had left the room, when the sheets flew off of my body.

"Get up.” Zayn demanded.

“No.” I grumbled, taking my pillow from underneath my head and sticking it on top of my face in place of my sheets.

“Damnit, Niall! You can’t keep doing this!” said Zayn, raising his voice.

“I have every right to.” I said into my pillow, my closed eyes pressed against the cool cotton.

“It’s been three years, Niall! You have to get over yourself!” said Zayn.

I yanked the pillow off my head and looked at him – his dark brown eyes were worried, while his eyebrows screamed “mad”. He had a three-quarter length shirt on, revealing his many forearm tattoos because of his crossed arms. He towered over me, just like he would even if I was standing up.

“Get over myself?” I asked, my voice shaking. Zayn looked around the room, air flaring out of his angry nostrils.

 “What about Mollie? She misses you.” He said, his voice softened a bit. “She often asks what happened to her Daddy.” He sucked in his breath, as if to think that he had gone too far.
I sat up, staring into Zayn’s brown eyes, which were a deeper color currently.

“You don’t know what it’s like. You have it all so easy. Well guess what? I don’t. Get out.” I said, my voice barely steady as I clenched my fists.

“But Niall-“

“Get out!” I yelled, standing up.

Zayn gave me a sad look before leaving the room, as if to say I tried. I closed the door behind him and slid down it to the carpet.

I sat there in my boxers, staring at the door. I traced patterns in the dark finish of the wood. My hand trembled as I saw the names carved in bottom left corner of the door. I traced the names with my index finger before closing my eyes.

“Niall! Let’s put our names here!”
“You silly goose. Why should we do that? We just moved in!”
“So it can be set in stone- well, wood - that we’ll be forever.”

I quickly opened my eyes and stood up, walking over to my dresser. I pulled out a T-shirt and jeans and pulled them on, trying not to look at the door. I yanked on my Supras and grabbed a hoodie. I took my wallet off the top of the dresser, but not before seeing my reflection in my mirror – I had dark circles under my eyes, and my hair had a mind of its own. With that in mind, I put my wallet in my back pocket and put on my hoodie, covering my bedhead.

I zipped my hoodie up as I ran downstairs. I walked into kitchen to see my daughter eating her breakfast while Mina talked to her and Zayn washed dishes. Mina quickly stood up with wide eyes when I entered the room.

“Niall.” She said, clearing her throat. Zayn looked up from the sink, as did Mollie from her plate.

I stared at them for a bit before saying “I’m going out for a while.”

“Where?” Zayn asked, grabbing a towel to dry a dish.

“Somewhere.” I said, staring at my sneakers.

“Okay, well when will you be ba-“

“I have to go.” I said, turning away and heading towards the door.

“Wait!” A little girl’s voice called and I stopped in my tracks.

“Can I come with you, Daddy?” Mollie tugged on the sleeve of my hoodie.

I swallowed, not wanting to turn around.

“No.” I said firmly, prying her small hands off my sleeve. I turned around to look at her. She stared up at me 
and into my eyes with hers. Her eyes. Just like her mother’s.

“I’ll be back soon.” I said, and I turned to walk out the door, grabbing my messenger bag off its hook on the way out.

Before I did though, I heard Zayn comforting Mollie –

“Why is Daddy leaving?”

“He just needs some time alone, Molls.”

“Why? I love Daddy.”

 “And he loves you. But he loves other people too.”


I weaved through the stones popping up from the ground. Although I had been in a hurry earlier, I was in no rush now. No rush to get there, to feel pain and no rush to leave, to abandon.

 I had now walked this way for three years, so it was impossible for the path to not be embedded in my mind.

I counted the rows. 12, 13, 14…until I reached 15. Row fifteen, column six. I turned left, making my way down the grass. Then I stopped. Column six. I slowly turned to my right. There it was.

I fell to my knees. I looked around for people and when I saw none, I spoke.

“Hi.” I said to the stone.

I brought my legs forward from underneath me so I was sitting with them crossed. I reached behind me for my bag, unzipping the top zipper and bringing out a smaller plastic bag from inside.

“Want some food?” I asked, staring at the writing on the stone in front of me.

Hannah Jane Horan. January 18th, 1994October 12th, 2025.


“…and Mollie can swim now. She learned over the summer.” I finished my long story along with my sandwich.

I bit my lip and studied the marble rock in front of me, as I had for three years.

“She’s taking ballet classes. She’s pretty good,” my voice cracked, “just like you.”

I ran a hand through my hair.

“Zayn says she remembers you.”

My bottom lip trembled. My eyes clouded up.

“He also says that she asks what happened to me.”

There was no stopping the tears now.

“I miss you so much, I miss you sleeping next to me in bed, I miss your warmth, and I miss your voice. If I hadn’t let you go out that night, you would still be here with me. I wish I could turn back time and save you. It hurts knowing you’ll never see Mollie grow up. That you’ll never see her dance like you do. That we’ll never talk again. We’ll never grow old together. I just want you back home, Hannah. I wish I could’ve been the one in that car instead of you. You weren’t supposed to leave me and Mollie. And it’s all my fault because I didn’t stop you. I’m scared, Hannah. I don’t know how I’m going to live without you. I don’t feel complete, and I don’t know what to do. There’s this big hole in my heart that no one can fix and it just hurts-“ I broke off, tears streaming down my face.

I leaned my head into my hands in front of me, gasping for my breath, but my throat was completely closed up. I couldn’t breathe. I felt faint, the pain in my chest overpowering me. The darkness that was now starting to cover the entire graveyard also entered my heart, leaving me empty.

“Help me, Hannah. I can’t do this. Please come back, I need you!” I cried out, in hopes that my words would come to life.
I curled up into a ball on the stiff grass, the wind biting at my tear stained face, and fell asleep hoping she was in my arms when in reality, I was just a hopeless cause with nothing left to hope for.

“I just want one more night.”


The temperature had dropped severely before I woke up, leaving me shivering when I did. I sat up, realizing that it was probably past nine, judging by the darkness surrounding me. I wiped some dirt off that had stuck to my cheek, checking around to see if anyone was present. There was still nobody, just like earlier. No people, questioning my sanity and no workers, ready to call the cops.

I packed up the trash of my earlier lunch into my bag, my breath showing in front of my face as I did. I zipped up my bag, but reached into the side pocket for one last thing.

I carefully laid a single red rose in front of the grave.

“They say that they’re the meaning of true love.” I said, standing up.

I stood there for a moment before leaning forward and kissing the top of the stone gently.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The voice came out of nowhere, but before I could think anything of it, another one spoke. And this one wasn’t as soft.

“Oi! It’s after hours! What d’you fink you’re doin’?” A man yelled in a thick Cockney accent.

I quickly spun around to see a guard coming straight at me. Without thinking twice, I ran down the rest of row fifteen and away from the man. He shouted some profanities at me, but I was out of the area before he could do anything else.

I slowed my pace as I made it to the parking lot. I got in my car and let out my breath. Had that really just happened? What had I just heard? I thought, but I didn’t ponder on it long or else I would break down again. I realized that the guard might or might not still be looking for me, so I put the key in the engine and keeled out of the lot.

I knew what I had to do.


As I pulled into my driveway, I noticed all the lights were off. I could just quietly let myself in and go to bed. I sat in my seat for a second, staring into space, before getting out of the car and heading towards the door.

I inserted my key in the lock and turned it – it quietly clicked, and I let myself in. I hung my bag and hoodie on a rack and tiptoed further into my house. I was ready to go upstairs when my stomach grumbled, reminding me that I had not had dinner yet. I walked into the kitchen to grab something to eat, and instead I found Zayn there, cleaning tonight’s dishes.

When I entered the room, he looked up. His face crumpled up and he put his towel down.

“You idio-“

“Shh!” Mina interrupted, coming out of nowhere and placing one hand on his chest. She motioned upwards, Mollie being the reason for her stopping his yelling.

“I’ll be waiting in the car.” She said, heading outside and closing the door quietly.

“Do you know what time it is?” Zayn whispered loudly.

“Actually…I don’t.” I said, scratching the back of my head.

He crossed his arms and moved aside of my view so I could see the oven clock. I got closer. 10:45. Oops.

“We were all worried sick about you! Where the hell where you?” He said, sitting down on a kitchen stool.

I let out a deep breath. I walked to the counter across from him and leaned against it.

“Here’s what happened.”

I told him about everything that had happened at the graveyard. He raised his eyebrows when I told him what I heard. When I was done, we were both silent for a minute.

Zayn bit his lip then said “So…?”

“So…I think this is a sign.” I replied.

“What?” He crinkled his eyebrows.

“I think she was trying to tell me something. I think she’s trying to tell me to move on. She wouldn’t want me in this condition, and she doesn’t want Mollie to have me like this. So I’m done. I’m gonna make her proud.”

Zayn was quiet for a minute, but then he got up from his seat and wrapped his arms around me.

“Good job, man.” He said.

I smiled for the first time in a while.

 “Thanks, Zayn.”


Shortly after, Zayn left to go home with Mina. I had a snack or two, and then went upstairs to get ready for bed. I passed Mollie’s room then stopped. I walked back and quietly entered her room.

It was dark, but her butterfly nightlight illuminated her face. I knelt down beside her bed and studied her. She was sound asleep, her mouth slightly agape. Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as she dreamt. Her dishwater blonde hair had fallen down into face, which I gently tucked behind her ear. She looked like an exact copy of her mother. I gazed at her in wonder, thinking of how lucky I was. I then kissed her on the 
forehead, and fell asleep on the carpet.

Three years.
It’s still hard.
But I’ll survive.
For you and Mollie.
I love you, Hannah.

Please let me know what you thought of this! I worked on it for a long time! Thank you for reading!
Myla xxox  

Note: my friend Mollie nearly wet her pants crying and saying "**** you" because she was so emotional because it's her name and Molls is what her mom calls her and yeah. LOVE YOU MOLLIE.

Across The Void (A Doctor Who Fanfiction) Part One

I realize I'm supposed to write on Fridays. But I felt like writing, so there. What're YOU gonna do About it, huh? 
Anyways, this is a Doctor Who fanfic about Ten and Rose's daughter Kacie in 2021. I figured if Myla and Artemis can do fanfics, why can't I?

Kacie Tyler was thirteen years old. Her entire life, her parents had taught her about the universe, all sorts of things most people wouldn't believe. She knew about all of her parents' adventures, and her dad would teach her random things about different aliens whenever he felt like it. She loved hearing stories about the Other Earth, the one where her mum had lived and her dad had been created.

But she was never allowed to help them. Even without a TARDIS, they still kept Earth safe, and Kacie wanted more than anything to go with them. But she always had to stay with Gram and Gramps. She loved her grandparents, but just sitting around doing nothing drove her mad. She was too much like her parents to NOT go on adventures.

But they disagreed. Of course they disagreed. Nobody wants their teenage daughter running about chasing aliens all day. And that's why she snuck into Torchwood late one night while her parents were doing "things" and her Gram and Gramps were asleep, and stole a... she couldn't remember what it was called. But it was a void-transporter-thingy. Her mum had told her about them, and explained that they didn't work anymore. Kacie didn't care. It was going to take her to the Other Earth, where the Doctor-Who-Wasn't-Kacie's-Dad would take her adventuring.

She slipped the chain around her neck, and slammed her hand against the huge yellow button. Nothing happened. Maybe it was like a cellphone, and she didn't have any reception?
She climbed up some boxes, and pushed the button again. She sighed.

Kacie ran outside into the rainy London night, and tried once again. Still nothing.
"RAAGH!" she screamed and threw the button down onto the street. She stomped on the button angrily. There was a flash of blue light.

She was standing on the familiar street corner, and it was still raining. But there weren't any zeppelins in the sky. There were a lot of cars though.
"It worked... OH MY GOD IT WORKED!" She pumped her fist in the air.
She'd done it. Now all she had to do was find the most elusive man in the universe. And maybe get out of the rain.

(Side note: The picture of the girl is Julia Joyce- the actress who played young Rose in the beginning and end of Father's Day)

A Knife in the Dark part 17

A girl with white hair ran through the sky. Her gold eyes shimmered in the light of the setting sun. She stopped for a moment, looking back up at her home in the clouds. She started to cry as she saw the scene. A cloud of smoke covered her home. She ran away from the truth, that it was all her fault.
“Come with me.” said a girl in black. She reached out her hand, but the girl with white hair swatted it away.
“No, you made me like this in the first place!” She tried to run, but the girl in black grabbed her wrist.
“Wether you come with me willingly or not, I will have you.” The girl with wight hair struggled against the grip of the girl in black. She vanished into the air. The girl in black screamed at the sky. She took of her clock to show her green hair, her skin shimmered in the light. She disappeared in mist, leaving nothing but the smell of the ocean behind her.
The girl in black appeared in a dark room with a boy, a shadow, and a ghost.
“Leann,” She bowed to the ghost. “I couldn't hold her down. I-I have failed you.” The ghost said something in with her hands and the boy repeated it.
“She says that you will not get a chance to try again,” He took a shaky breath wall The ghost said more. “You will not live much longer. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.” The boy looked away as the girl in black was killed in front of him.
“How can you do this Luke?.” He nodded as the shadow spoke.
“Thanks, you are nice to me no matter what happens.”
“I wouldn't put your trust in her Luke.” the girl with wight hair stood in the corner with an unconscious boy.
“Sean!” yelled the shadow.
“No! Don't bring him here!” Yelled the boy named Luke. “He is a monster!”
“Him? He is not the monster, he killed it.”
“No!” Yelled Luke. “He has killed all the men in the army of Toro! No one has more power then that boy! All of the elements bow to him! He is Sean, slayer of the ground, sea, sky, and smoke! And you bring him to us?!”
“Yes, he will save the four. He always has been the saver, and nothing you say to him will change that.”
“No! You shall join us in the fight against all that the boy stands for!” Yelled Luke.
“If you think that I will join you, there is something wrong with your bran.” Sean groaned.
“He knows of your little secret. You can keep it much longer.” the girl with wight hair grabbed Leann and disappeared. Luke took a cold glance at Sean. Sean opened his eyes to show a bright blue. There was a scar on Sean's right arm, the mark of the saver. He stood up, and looked at the shadow of a girl and Luke.
“Hello, did I miss much sense the last time I was in this room?” No one said anything. “What? Nothing? You really don't want to see me that much?”
“You aren't welcome here Sean.” said Luke.
“Since when do you know my name?”
“No! I mean really, why do you want me to go so badly?”
“Sean, go.” the voice of the shadow was deep, but Sean knew it somehow. Luke walked out.
“Who are you?”
“My name doesn't matter Saver.”
“When did I become a saver? I have never saved anyone.” The shadow became a girl on the floor. The girl stood up, her long blond hair flowing by her side. She had a gray dress with a slit up the side. A princes of Ice, pale skin, light gray eyes. Annabella was one of the most beautiful girls in all of Sarè. Sean's hart skipped a beat when he saw her.
“Wow, you look nice.” Anna smiled at him.
“Thank you Sean. You're too kind.” She looked into his blue eyes, leaned in and kissed him. He was rad but he held her, and kissed her back. With his heart pounding, he stepped away from her.
“Do you not like me?”
“No, I do. But, I wasn't excepting that.” She hugged him. He felt his heart rate get faster. He knew that she was a princes and he was just some guy, but he didn't care. He looked at her gray eyes, that was all he could do. She was so beautiful and he was no one. She kissed him again. With no thought, he kissed her back. She took his hand.
“Nothing can take us away from each other.” Annabella said. She ran her hand up his arm. She felt his scar, and looked into his eyes.
“How did you get this?”
“I was born with it, why?”
“Nothing.” A chill went through Sean's body. Then it was filled with the warmth of a kiss. A feeling that this was a bad idea flowed through his mind. But he didn't want to hear it. Her skin was soft, her cold lips gave him the chills but she held him tight so he didn't mind. Maybe she was right, nothing could keep them from each other. She made him not want to move away from her. But that didn't stop her. She looked away from him.
“What's wrong?”
“Nothing, it's just. You're the best person I know Sean. But you can't be with me.”
“Ouch, just like that. You can't be with me. Well, that would have been nice to know before you kissed me.”
“I'm sorry Sean, I do like you. Against every part of my body, my hart belongs to you.” he hugged her.
“It's okay Anna. I understand.”
“You have a hard life in front of you Sean, but I can't be part of it.”
“I know. I wish that I could be with you, but I know that you can't be with me.” she smiled.
“I am glad you understand.” She kissed his cheek. With that, she faded into a shadow.
“Oh, and don't let Luke get away.” The shadow vanished leaving Sean alone in a dark room. Luke walked back in with a sword.
“Hello again Sean. Care for a fight?”
“I rather not, but knowing you that means get over here and let me kill you. Well, I have just gotten my hart ripped out by my crush, so that would be a yes. I would love to fight you just so I can get you out of my head.” Sean walked up to him and grabbed his sword. He stepped back, and pointed the tip of his sword to Luke's neck. Luke smiled, and hit his sword to Sean's.
“Do you know who I am yet?” Asked Luke.
“Luke, 329. 7th legion. Trader to the world. Yes, I know who you are.” Sean hit his sword with such power Luke dropped it. Sean pushed the flat of his blade to Luke's chest.
“I don't want break another hart today. You are possibly the worst dream I ever have, but I can't bring myself to kill you.” Luke stood there in shock as Sean dropped his sword. It crashed to the ground and the blade shattered on impact.
“Cheating are we?”
“No, you through it down quickly. That was your fault.”
“Don't be crazy Luke, I can't shatter metal.”
“You can't, the Saver can.”
“What is the Saver! And why do people think that I am this Saver person!”
“That mark on your arm, the mark of the Saver.” Sean laughed at him.
“It's just a scar, not some big mark of the Saver thing you make it out it be.” he laughed some more. Luke looked insulted by his laughter.
“This is not a laughing maker Sean! You could kill anyone! You, Sean 506, are the threat, not me.” Sean stopped laughing.
“You never say that someone is better then you. Not even being a threat, you always make yourself sound better then me. You're not kidding are you? You really think that I'm some Saver guy.” Luke nodded.
“Finally noticing that 506?”
“Yeah, but how am I the Saver? I have never saved anyone?”
“You don't have to.”
“Really? That's the best you could come up with?”
“I didn't make it! My sister did!”
“Who's that?” he puffed up his cheat a little.
“Leann, queen of the contest.”
“You heard me, Leann.”
“No, I mean you killed her, and she let's you help her?”
“Yeah, she's proud of me for that.” Sean stood there with nothing to say. There was a cold wind and Leann stood holding Annabella by her neck.
“Leann.” Luke bowed to his sister.
“Anna! Let her go Leann!”
“She says no.” said Luke.
“Well then tell her I will kill her if she doesn't!” Sean tensed up, he wouldn't let her kill his friend. Luke repeated it to Leann, and she through Annabella to the ground.
“She says to try, Sean this isn't wise. She will kill you.”
“I don't care. She can't hurt Anna.”
“You really like her don't you? If you will die so she can live one more day, you would save her.”
“I would. You haven't really met me if you think for even a second that I would die to save her.” Luke shrugged. Leann looked at Sean, and she flickered. She lunged on him. He stepped out of the way. Just as she past, the air got colder. He paused, the chill made him think of Anna. He got mad. He grabbed part of his shattered blade. His mind raced. No one would stand in his way. He stepped foreword. The broken blade hurt in his clenched fist. He screamed as struck the broken blade into the ghost's back. Leann melted into the ground. Luke looked at him in shock. Sean ran over to Annabella.
“Anna! Are you okay?” she didn't say anything. He held his bleeding hand under her head.
“Anna, please.” He started to cry. She took a shaky breath. Her eyes fluttered open.
“Sean?” he nodded.
“I will never let you go Anna. Nothing can take me away from you.”
“Sean, I am so sorry. I won't ever leave you again.” He smiled down at her.
“I won't let you if you try. No matter what, I will stay with you.” She managed a smile. Luke picked up the shattered blade Sean had used up kill his sister.
“Iron, of corse.” He said to himself. “The only thing that can kill a ghost.” He put it down, and looked over to Sean and Annabella. He walked over and sat next to them. They both ignored Luke. He tried to help Anna, but she didn't let him.
“I only want to help.”
“Is that what you said to your sister Luke?” Said Sean.
“That was six years ago! You think I would hurt her?”
“Yes, you are a killer! I'm not going to let you even try to help her!” Luke walked back to the corner and sat down on the cold ground. Annabella whispered something to Sean, and all the color in his face disappeared. He looked down at his bleeding hand. His blood wasn't red, it was black.
“What? This can't be right.”
“No, that's right. Your blood has always been black.” He looked at his bleeding hand a little longer, then he saw that his cut wasn't as deep as it had been a moment ago.
“What's happening to me?”
“You're figuring it out. Come on Sean, think.”
“You are the Saver,” added Luke. “You're not normal.”
“Thanks Luke, but I wasn't asking you.” Luke shrugged.
“Sean, remember when your left arm was cut. Well how long did it take for it to heal?”
“Three days, max. Why?”
“A cut like that should take a month, at least.”
“Are you saying that I can heal faster than anyone else?” she nodded.
“You are possibly the most powerful person ever. You took the power that your sister would have had, that's why she doesn't have any.”
“Lucky.” muttered Luke.
“So you're saying I am this Saver person? And I can heal fast and brake metal?”
“Yeah, you're pretty amazing.” Sean blushed a little.
“Thanks, but if that's true that means that I am not just some guy. And you knew this. So why couldn't you be with me?”
“Because, you weren't you. You weren't that nice boy that couldn't say anything wall looking at me. You weren't the shy Sean I fell in love with.” She kissed him.
“I thought you didn't like it when I was to shy to look at you?”
“No, it's the most adorable thing ever. You would make me feel like I mattered.”
“You do.”
“Do you know how happy I am when you hold me?” She turned bright red.
“I bet you are going to tell me now right?” he laughed.
“Yes. You make me feel like no one when you hug me, you make me want to stay when you kiss me, and when you look at me with your shinning eyes, I feel like I want to disappear into them.” She blushed even more.
“Well, when you tell me that you will never go, no words can explain how I feel.” He smiled, and took her hand.
“I will never go.” She laughed, and squeezed his hand.
“As much as I like looking at you two being all lovey dovey, I would like to leave more.”
“Luke, why are you always so depressed?” asked Annabella. Luke shrugged.
“Don't know. I think it might have something to do with my past.” He looked down, his past was a sensitive subject for him. He had been a slave until he was five, then when he was 11 he went to the contest like every boy at that age. Then he had killed his sister in rage. And then his sister became the most hated person in the world, The Queen of the Contest as they call her, hurt him over and over again. Then Sean showed up, this untouched boy with the power to kill his sister.
“Sorry, I shouldn't think about that.”
“I have watched your life, and it is a sad story. So let's not talk about that shall we?” Said Sean trying to be up beat. Annabella looked at him like he was crazy. Luke looked up at Sean.
“So if you really are the saver, save me from the dark in my mind.”
“What dark? Your head is fine?” Luke smiled.
“How did you know that?” Sean shrugged.
“Your face, your right eye brow twitched 0.003 centimeters.”
“I don't know, but it's true.” Annabella examined his eyes.
“Are you okay Sean?”
“Yeah, I'm fine.”
“No, you're not. Luke, what happens if someone would kill a ghost?”
“Well, they might understand every ghost they find.” He said.
“And the negative?”
“They can sometimes get the ability to see extremely well.” He added. “But that's not bad unless they have some sort of problem with it somehow.”
“Luke, I think Sean might have that ability. And I don't know how I feel about that.”
”It's not like I have supper powers, is it?” Luke nodded.
“You are superhuman Sean.” Said Luke.
“Sean, relax. You'll be fine.” Said Annabella.
“Don't lie to me.” Luke flinched at what Sean had said.
“Sean, don't do this. I know how you fell, but if you do this, I can't help you. Let it go, she trying to help you.” Luke knew what was about to happen, he has done it.
“Don't lie to me! Luke, you don't know anything about me. If you think that you know me why do your eyes say that I might be the saver but you can take me down if you wanted to.” Annabella looked at Luke, then back to Sean her eyes full of tears.
“Sean calm down. This isn't you.”
“And how do you know that Annabella? Can you read my mind? No? Well then how would you know that Princess Annabella?”

Suddenly, a wild Myla appears/"The Scarf" -- a Harry Styles one shot


Tis me.

Yes I've been absent.

I've been busy.


Anyhoo, I am done with my fanfiction class and in the process, I wrote two stories (both about One Direction aND HUSH IT'S A "FANFICTION" CLASS I'M SUPPOSED TO WRITE THEM OKAY okay) so I'll post one now, and next Thursday (when I'm actually supposed to post -- AMAZING). So yeah. Enjoy. (Note: White Eskimo was Harry's band before One Direction - look it up on YouTube to see a fetus I mean baby I mean young Harry Styles.)


It’s just a scarf.

That’s all, right?

But it’s not.

It has a story.

It holds the past.

It was there from the very beginning.

From where it all started.


“Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks,” Chris Martin sang into my ears as I paced backstage. I adjusted my scarf again and tugged at the hem of my shirt as another lady came off stage in tears. Her family led her away as the next man walked out in front of the crowd. As he started to sing, I turned away and started another lap around the small space in the side of the platform.

I had smiled earlier when we arrived, when I was interviewed. But now reality sank in. I was really doing this.

“Harry,” a warm voice called out to me, interrupting "Clocks." My mother glided over to me and gently pulled the earbud out of my left ear. “You need to relax, sweetheart. Everything will be fine, right?” She kissed me on the cheek as I put my earbuds and my iPod away.

I crossed the room to the wall and slid down it ‘til I was sitting down. I bit my lip as my eyes scanned the floor. I ran a hand through my hair. The man from earlier came off the stage with a smug look on his face. He sneered at me as he walked away, his (I’m assuming) mother and grandmother chattering happily.

I closed my eyes as the next boy, some blonde I saw earlier who told me his name which I’d now forgotten, walked on stage. He started singing way better than I could ever do. My breathing quickened as I listened to him belt out his lyrics. I can’t do this, I can’t do this. But I had to. It was too late to turn back.

I hummed my song under my breath. Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she wonderful? My hands shook as I pulled at a loose thread from the olive green material of my scarf. I watched the clock on the wall, the big hand ticking by slowly.

From out of nowhere, I felt nauseous. I quickly stood up, mumbling “Be right back…” to my mum, and ran to the bathroom. I fell to the tile floor and leaned over the cold porcelain of the toilet to empty my stomach. My churning stomach growled at the crowd outside. I turned my head to rest my cheek on the seat. What was I doing?

“Harry?” a young girl’s voice called from outside.

“Yeah?” I warbled back. My sister walked in, watching me with worried eyes.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I can’t do it, Gemma. I just can’t.” I said, relieving my throat by undoing my scarf and standing up.

“Yes you can,” she said, rubbing my back as I rinsed out my mouth. “You’ve come this far, what with White Eskimo and all that.” I sucked in my cheeks as I turned to face her. “You can do this, Harry. Just turn on the ol’ charm, right?” she smiled.

“I guess,” I said, blowing out my breath.

We walked back to the side of the stage. “You all right, love?” my mum asked.

“As all right as I can get,” I replied, wrapping my scarf around my neck once more and smiling.

“Harry Styles?” a man called from the curtains.

I turned to my mother once more. “It’s okay; you’ll do fine,” she said, kissing both my cheeks.

“And we’ll still love you even if you don’t,” my stepfather said, slapping me on the back as my mum elbowed him, scowling.

“Thanks,” I mumbled as my sister’s arms enveloped me.

Go out there, Harry. Go on out there and show them what you can do. I know you can do it,” she whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes and inhaled – this was the last time I would see her without me possibly not being worldwide known. I reluctantly let go of her as the stage manager pulled me towards the stage. She had tears in her eyes as she mouthed “I love you.”

I bit my lip as I turned to face the stage. We stood there for a short amount of time until the blonde boy from earlier walked off stage, grinning. “Good luck!” he said. I believe his name was Niall….

The man nudged me. “You’re up.”

I turned back one last time to face my family and mouthed “I love you too,” and then walked on stage.

The spotlight blinded me, but I could see them.



So to some people it might just be a scarf.

Heck, it is just a scarf, even to me.

But it has the memories.

It has the memories of the beginning.


Well that was fun, wasn't it?

If you want to see Harry's audition, click on the galloping llama (it opens in a new window don't worry). (if you pause the video at 2:33, (from left to right) that's Harry's stepdad, his mum, and Gemma)


Myla xxox

A Knife in the Dark part 16 (Sean)

A boy looked at his dead friend. Tears ran down his face.
“No!” he yelled as his sister polled him away. He kicked at her, screamed at her to let him go.
“They're dead! Let them go!” His sister yelled at him. She hit his neck, and he fell into her arms. She wouldn't let her little brother awaken. She held him as she cried in the rain. A boy came and sat next to her.
“I am sorry they died.”
“Me too.” The girl hugged him.
“He thought of them as a sibling.”
“I think we all did.” The boys younger sister, A girl with a cut on her arm, helped her brother up. They said goodbye, and left the girl with her unconscious brother in the rain. The girl woke up her brother.
“Wake up.” He woke up and looked up at his older sister. A rain drop hit his eye and he closed it quickly.
“why did they have to die?”
“Everything dies.”
“Not them, they stood up to a giant and didn't die! They should still be alive. It should have killed me instead!” The girl frowned.
“No, if you had died I wouldn't be alive. They saved your life.” The boy started to cry at his sisters words. She hugged him tight.
“Why do you think you were chosen to lead the group to save Princes Rose?”
“Because I was the first to get my hole group out in the contest.”
“And why was that?”
“I let my group leave me behind as I fought the dragon.”
“Why did you stay to fight the dragon?”
“I was brave.” the girl nodded.
“Yes, you are brave.”
“No! They are!” He pointed at his died friend. “They are the hero! Not some drop out like me!” he stood up and looked down at his sister.
“You lie to me! You say that you care! But you don't! You tell me I am brave! But I am not! I hate you!”
“Brother please,”
“No!” his eyes glowed green. The rain stopped poring, and made a sphere around him.
“Brother! No!”
“Are you asking me to stop? To late.” A supernova of water drowned his sister.
“You will never lie to me again.”
Sean opened his eyes. His visions had been getting worse. Always the same boy, but at different points in his life. All of these in a blink of an eye. He sat down.
“What's wrong?” Lucy came over and sat next to him. “Sean? You okay?”
“Yeah, I'm fine.”
“Sean, you're my twin. I can tell when something is wrong with you.”
“What is you're name?” sean said too himself. “Why do I keep seeing you all the time?”
“Sean? We have to help Jon.” Kate said from the end of the room. She looked down at her older brother. He was about to die, and Sean was siting on the ground because of something the no one knows about.
“I'm sorry Kate. I can't.”
“Sean, we need you. You're the only one that has a chance of saving him.”
“I'm sorry, I'm so, sorry.” his head started to spin again, and he closed his eyes for a second. That was his mistake. The world faded into a cold room. The same boy stood in the corner. His green eyes shimmered in cool light. He was older this time. His eyes fallowed a shadow around the room, but the rest of him didn't move. The shadow stopped moving. It's form changed until it was the shadow of a girl. It oped it's moth and no words came out. But the boy nodded as if he understood it perfectly.
“I know, but how can I do it?” the shadow responded and this time it spoke in a deep, hard voice.
“Kill the boy, he watches us,” the boy looked at Sean. But that couldn't be right. It was only a dream.
“Kill him! Kill him now! He try's to wake, but I can fix that.” Sean felt like the world was fading again but he wasn't waking up, he was falling asleep. When the world came back, he was on a bus. The boy was now around 11. The boy looked at a girl next to him.
“Were are we going?” She looked at him like he was crazy. “What? I want to know.”
“I wasn't looking at you.” the boy looked at Sean. Fear creeped into his mind. Sean couldn't say anything, move or figure out how he recognized the girl.
“What are you doing here?!” the girl yelled. Everyone on the bus stared at him.
“Who are you, and why do I keep seeing you?” the boy muttered to himself. Sean tried to say the same thing but he still couldn't say a thing.
“Let me through!” A man came out of nowhere.
“you! Who are you?!” Sean opened his moth and to his surprise he could speak.
“I- oh, I can talk. Nice.”
“Run! Run, Sean! Run for your life!” the girl yelled.
“How do you know my name?”
“Run!” the man grabbed her neck.
“You're not going anywhere.” he lunged on him. Sean's contest training took over. He side stepped, and hit the man's back with his fist. Or that was the plan. When Sean stepped out of the way, the man grabbed Sean's arm and poled him down with him.
“You can't get away that easily.”
“Who are you? I mean, I know that this is not where I should be. But you are, I don't know. Different then anyone I have ever faced before?”
“So, you have had many battles? I knew it! You're a criminal!”
“What? No, oh no. Now you think, oh no.” the man gave him an evil look.
“Thats right boy. You're going back.”
“Look, all I want to know is who the hell he is!” he pointed at the boy.
“Him? He is no one.” The man tried to attack again, but Sean was to fast for him. He docked as the man tried to punch him, then hit him in the stomach.
“Nice try.”
“Who are you?”
“I told you. Sean, 506.” he looked back at the girl, and he knew who the were.
“Now, Sean. I am not impressed.” she gave him a big hug.
“I almost didn't recognize you.” she did a fake gasp.
“How can you do that to me? I am your girlfriend, aren't I?”
“I wouldn't say that. How did you get in my dream?”
“I have my ways.” she leaned in, but Sean pushed her away. She pouted.
“Why not.”
“You're older then me.”
“Only by a year.”
“You dream of me?”
“I try not to.” she kissed his cheek.
“That's not vary romantic.”
“I didn't think this was romantic.”
“Well, I am telling you now that it is.”
“I don't know what I think of that.”
“Be happy for once.” she kissed him, and he turned rad.
“Anna, did you just kiss me?”
“Oh, look who's waking up now.”
“Good, this was just to strange.”
With a jolt Sean opened his eyes. No time had past like normal, but the thought of Anna was stock in his mind. He walked over to Kate, Lucy, Anna, and Jon.
“What happened for the hour I was gone, oh sorry. What happened for the second I was gone.”
“Sean are you okay? You're blushing?” said Lucy.
“Yeah, I'm fine. But Jon isn't. How can I help?”
“Well, he is burning up from the inside out. There isn't much we can do.” said Kate.
“We could try, I don't know what to do.” Said Anna as she started to cry.
“Hey, everything will be fine.” Said Sean. He put his arm around her. He felt a little awkward, but she leaned in to him. Jon exhaled a ball of smoke. A body started to form in the smoke. The smoke spiraled around into closed eyes. They opened showing smoky gray. A face, and them a body formed in the smoke. They fell out, groaned, opened their gray eyes, and stood up. Everyone looked at this person that had been formed from smoke. Jon coughed, the man made of smoke flickered.
“Jon?” said the smoke man.
“Are you really there, or am I imagining you?”
“I'm real Katy Kat.” she turned to her friends, they looked as confused as she was.
“What happened to your eyes?”
“I am made of all that left of Jon, smoke. If he hadn't made me, Jon would die, and all that would be left would be the fire.” The smoke man looked at Jon.
“He used the last of his life to bring me back.”
“No! Jon, don't leave me here.” She cried over her brothers body. The smoke man put his hand on her shoulder.
“I'm so, sorry Kate.” she hugged him.
“Bring him back! Now!”
“Kate, I can't.”
“You killed him! So save him!”
“Why, because I couldn't save you!”
“No, Kate please. No one could have saved me.”
“Go away! I don't need you anymore!”
“I know you don't need me, but I need you Kate.” she cried on his shoulder.
“I'm sorry, Eli.”

Machine. Chapter one. The kids in the dumpster.

Tell me what you think! This is the first story I've written that my brother actually likes. Hope you enjoy it too!

Chapter 1

The middle of a perfectly normal day ended when a girl ran into the CVS where I was buying some gum and, ran to me, panting and said “What year is it?!”

“Um... Two-thousand-twelve.” I said at a loss. A grin spread across her face as she ran back out the door, screaming “It works! It works!”

I blinked a few times before setting my gum down on a random table and walking out of the CVS. I saw the girl running down the street, still screaming. People watched her and I ran after her.

She ran into an ally and when I followed her, I saw a dumpster. She opened the lid and shouted “It's twenty-twelve! We did it!”

A boy stood, grinning and he climbed out of the dumpster. He looked at me and said “Who're you?”

“Uh, Janelle.” I replied. “Who are you?”

“I'm Grace and that's Matthew.” said the girl. She was wearing a brown woven cap and had black hair. She had on a white tee with the black picture of a woman. Over this tee was a pinstriped vest that closed with two hooks at the bottom. Her skirt was ruffled and blue and her leggings were black. She was wearing knee-length dark gray socks and purple and white sneakers. The boy, Matthew, was wearing a blue tee with black robotic designs, worn denim jeans and green sneakers. He also had dark brown hair that went to his shoulders.

They both had glasses on. Hers were black and rectangle with white on the inside and jewel flowers on the sides. His were just plain black and the sides were made of a black wire. There eyes were brown. Hers were lighter than his.

“What's your last name?” I asked.

“Blake.” Grace said, shrugging. “We're from the year twenty-one-twenty-one.”

I blinked and said “How?”

“This.” she said and she patted the dumpster. I blinked and said “That?”

“Yup.” Matthew said, looking annoyed. “Gray, I thought we weren't going to tell anyone here.”

“Oh, yeah... Oops.” Grace said. “Sorry, Math.”

“Are you two brother and sister?” I asked.

“Twins.” they both said at the same time.

I stared at the dumpster. It was unusually clean.

“Want to come in?” Grace asked.

“I'll pass.” I said. She shrugged and climbed to the rim and jumped in. To my great shock, her head disappeared. Matthew smiled and said “Yup.” and I said “Okay, I'm going in.” and I climbed in.

But I fell down and down and down, screaming. I hit something and bounced up and then down and up and down until I finally stopped. I was on a trampoline. I climbed off and looked around.

It looked complicated. There were buttons and knobs everywhere on the walls. There was a long, tube-like thing in the middle of the room and rooms led off.

Grace had walked over to a knob and turned. She smiled and said “I knew you'd come. C'mon. I'll show you around.

“This is the main control room. This is where we travel.”

“Like... Time travel?” I asked. She laughed and said “Oh, not just that. We can go wherever you like, whenever you like. This was just our first run, but it works.”

“Where did you get it?” I asked. She shifted uncomfortably. “Um... It's not... Exactly... Ours.”

“You stole a time machine?” I asked with a laugh.

“No! We just... Borrowed it.” Grace said.

“Dude, we stole it.” said Matthew, climbing down a ladder from the top. He jumped onto the trampoline.

“We're returning it.” Grace insisted.

“Why? They already know it's gone.” he said.

“Who?” I asked.

“Them. The Others.” Matthew said. “Look, the future isn't that great.”

“In the year Twenty-one-ten, the Others came to earth. They took over everything. They enslaved the humans and so forth. But there are some humans who rebel. We were trained by these humans and a few Others have joined us. Math and I were taught by one of the Others how this thing works. We sneaked into the Other's Capitol and stole this. This is the first time we've traveled.” said Grace.

“But the Others have probably noticed our theft and they're after us.” said Matthew.

Grace sighed and said “Yeah. And now we'll be running for the rest of our lives. Ah, well. May at least have fun while doing it.”

She showed me the rest and then we ended up back in the control room again.

“So, you wanna come?” she asked, a grin spreading over her face and her eyes sparkling behind her glasses.

A Knife in the Dark part 15 (Kate)

If you have ever fallen through time, then caught by Rose's sister the moment before you fall into the void. Then you're Kate. When she got to the room that Annabella said Jon would be in, he was there. Just talking to some boy. The other boy was looking at a giant dead on the ground with a strange looking burn on its forehead. Jon's hand was closed around something.
“Jon?” Kate said as she took in the room. He turned around to look at her, and the other boy turned around first. He looked so sad to see her so he walked away, but Jon ran to her and gave her a big hug.
“Kate! You live!” He let go and looked at her with shock “I was so scared for you. I-I thought you were dead.” she made jazz hands at him.
“Well, here I am. Not dead and stuff. Wait, where's Eli?” Kate looked around for him, but she couldn't find him. Jon looked into his hand at a necklace. Kate's necklace.
“What happened to him, Jon?”
“He-he was killed by the giant. He asked me to give this back to you.” he handed her the necklace, and she felt like crying. The fact that he kept it was enough to make her tear up.
“Did he say anything other than to give this back?” Jon nodded.
“I'm not in the four, and he said something to Sean. But I don't know that part. Sean looked pretty upset though.” Kate looked at him, then over to the other boy who must have been named Sean. He stood at the other end of the room with a girl that looked like his twin. She patted he on the back like she was trying to be supportive, but she was failing. Sean swatted her hand away in anger.
“Go away Lucy!” Lucy backed away from him, as if to get out of range of an explosion. Kate walked over, and stood next to him.
“So, you're Sean?” he nodded.
“Um… what are you doing?”
“I was sent to protect Eli, but as you can see, I've failed.”
“Ah…” She didn't know how to respond to that without really hurting his feelings.
“And now I'm fading, so why don't we just call me Sean The Lame!” he flew up is arms to prove his point. The part about fading didn't make any sense, but he was about 12 or 13 and in a bad mood so she didn't expect him to. She looked at Lucy and took a shaky breath. Kate has Jon as a brother, but she can't even think about what it would be like to be Sean's twin. She looked back to Lucy.
“I am sorry Kate. I haven't been a good protector for Eli.” Kate looked at him in shock.
“I thought you were angry?” He shook his head.
“No, I just needed a little time to think.” Kate looked at him, and for a second he looked just like Eli. She put on her necklace. She thought about all the times Eli had saved her life, But when he had needed her, she wasn't there. A hand touched her shoulder, and she flinched. Kate hadn't noticed who it was until she turned around to see Jon's face looming over her.
“Sorry if I startled you, Kate. I didn't mean to scare you.” She took a beep breath. She looked at Jon a little closer. She saw that he had bags under his eyes, and a weary smile.
“Are you okay, Jon?” He nodded tiredly.
“I'm just worn out. It's harder to kill a giant with a curse on you then it looks.” he sighed, he seemed to be getting tireder be the second. She felt his forehead.
“You have a bad fever, Jon. You should sit down.” he didn't argue with her. She helped him to the ground. Lucy walked over to them.
“What happened? Is Jon going to be okay?”
“I'll be fine. I'm just tired.” Kate looked at Lucy.
“He's got a bad fever, can you go and get a cool compress please.” Lucy nodded.
“I'll be fine, Kate.”
“Last time you said that, I couldn't find you for a year. I don't want you to be lost too.” he tensed up. A look of pain on his face.
“Kate, it hurts. The heat is too much.” a cold wind past over them. Anna was back. She ran over to him.
“Kate, what happened?”
“All I know is that he has a bad fever, and he says that ‘the heat is too much.’”
“That's not good. Can you tell his inside temperature?” Kate shook her head. She doesn't have any power. Sean walked over and put his hand on Kate's shoulder, the way Eli used to.
“I can.” He put his hand on Jon's head. Sean flinched, and took his head
“he's going to burn from the inside out.”