A Ticking Heart


The flashing, colorful lights distorted the message shown on the screen, but it wasn’t too hard to make out the words: Just picked up hot dude. Taking me home. Now it’s your turn… plenty of hotties out there, Don’t worry about me btw!


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Downing her tequila shot, Ashley straightened her outfit, the black dress pants having been slightly wrinkled. Alex had persuaded her to “let go” after winning a martial arts tournament against what was once an undefeated champion, the youngest to win a major league competition as well. Despite the dancing and laughing at first, she found herself sitting on a stool at the bar for the last half hour, and soon, each cocktail that passed by all started to taste the same. Even with Alex’s encouragement, she never found the guys presented before her interesting or worthwhile.

“Bartender! Another shot this way!”

The chilling breeze swept through the city as she staggered out of the bar. Her ability to withstand alcohol had been tested today, and it had obviously been pushed to the limits. The law should just lower the legal drinking age to 20. Glancing back, she had to admit, the bar was certainly attractive, having been placed behind an extravagant garden. As she approached the parking lot, a moan caught her attention, as well as a barrage of several female voices that followed after. While it certainly wasn’t her business to intervene in these types of situations, a pained grunt soon after, prompted her to investigate. The high-pitched whispers and giggles led her to a secluded area behind a few trees, and looking through, she saw an embarrassing sight. 5 teenage females were surrounding a male that looked like her age, struggling to stand up. He never fully made it beyond his knees, remaining in an almost pathetic-looking fetal position.

“Well well girls, who has the honor of starting?”

“I dropped the pill, so I’m going first,” a girl firmly said, her slinky green dress barely gracing the bottom of her backside. Straddling him, she began to peel off his shirt, where all he could do was groan. Sickening…

“Hey! You girls shouldn’t team up on such a defenseless guy. You ruin the meaning of ‘fair game.’”

“Why don’t you go back to where you came from leech? He’s ours. Mess with us, and we’ll hurt you to where you won’t be able to even crawl back for help.”

“P.S. we’re all black belts!”

Ashley didn’t pay much attention to the ones who spoke, keeping an eye on the male student instead. However hard he tried, he flopped back down, his glazed eyes meeting hers, begging for help. Was he worth it? Perhaps he was, perhaps he wasn’t.

She stepped forward, slipping her heels off, as the sounds of her cracking knuckles echoed through the clearing. “Bring it on.”

But she loved a fight.

The first who rushed forward most definitely wasn’t involved in any physical activities. Even if she was, she certainly didn’t show it, as she collapsed instantly. And that was one of my softest hits…

The others went down fairly quickly, except for the one still straddled atop of him. Her eyes were dark, yet fearful after realizing the rest of her sad companions had fell.

Shoving him into the ground, she stood up, now exuding confidence. “I’m warning you. I’m a black belt.”

“Try me then.”

She must admit, the girl had a nice form at first, where dodging her blows actually required effort. However, it was fun toying with her. The effort would be remarkable, were she a decent person. Now, only a weakened, pathetic being stood in front of her, makeup smudged from the sweat that dripped down from her brow.

“Now it’s my turn,” Ashley said, spinning around and delivering a flawless back-kick.

Still conscious enough to groan and attempt standing up, Ashley lifted her up by the collar of her dress. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll be sure to make good of my wealth and destroy you.”

The girl slumped down exhaustedly after being let go, while Ashley made her way to the still groggy male. Hoisting him up, she led him across the clearing to where her car was parked. After leaning him against the passenger seat, she made her way behind the wheel, and sped back to her house at godspeed.

She laid him on the couch, a blanket now draped over him. She had also set a glass of water on the table nearby, in case he were to wake up after the effects of what she deduced as the date-rape drug. Tired herself, she didn’t bother to slip in the nightgown she regularly wore to bed, and slipped under the covers as soon as she reached her bed.

A loud thud woke Ashley up, and soon, her bedroom door burst open as well. She sprang up immediately, grabbing the nearest lamp and smashing it atop the nearest intruder’s head. Within the chaos and sounds of her own punches and groans, she could make out: “Get him to safety!” Suddenly, a strike on the small of her shoulder sent darkness overcoming her vision.

Ashley awoke to a dim light, though harsh after her recent awakening. She tried to raise her hands up to rub her eyes, but a cold metal pressed against her skin, halting her action. Struggling, she attempted to get them off, but in the back of her mind, she knew it was a pathetic move.

“I know you can hear me you dogs! Let me out right now!” she shouted, staring at the one-way mirror. She kept her eyes on a specific spot, scowling where she could safely assume someone’s eyes were. I’ve been in these situations more than enough to know what’s going on.

Accepting her trapped condition, she put it to good use, laying her head down onto the cold, metal table. “I needed the rest anyway.”

She had just begun to drift off, when the door opened. In walked the once defenseless male she had saved just earlier. Now, he was surrounded by bodyguards in dark sunglasses, one with a nasty-looking cut right where she had struck with the lamp.

“I deeply apologize for the treatment Ms…”


“Well Ms. Vera, I apologize for the actions of my bodyguards earlier. They were just trying to get me to safety, and they thought you were a kidnapper. My contractor father is quick to react.”

“How flattering.” She raised her cuffed hands as high as they could, raising an eyebrow. “Would you mind letting me go now?”

“Of course, I’m sorry. I hadn’t thought of my rudeness to explain in front of a cuffed person. Guard.”

Ashley rubbed her wrists after she was released, where she promptly made her way out of the door.

“Wait, would you like a ride home?”

She brushed off his hand from hers, continuing on. “I’ll manage.”

Beep beep beep!

“4 hours of sleep. Wonderful.”

She combed back the lion’s mane on her head, brushed her teeth, put on her uniform, and hopped in her car. The drive to the university was brief, where her apartment had served the purpose of doing saving her the trouble of a long drive. Came at a price though. $500,000 my ass. Lucky my charms kicked in when they did. 

Making her way towards her locker, she felt a few stares thrown in her direction. And my day was going so well already. Next time I see that bastard, I’m going to beat him up for the sake of my sleep schedule. She reached her locker, and promptly unlocked


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it. What she saw after almost made her drop her books. On the door, stickers read: From Apollo Rin ♥.
Stacked inside for a dozen chocolate boxes and a bouquet
of roses delicately set against the side.

She grabbed her books and slammed the locker closed, shocking the gawking surrounding students, who immediately began to whisper. “If I see that bastard, I’m going to do more than beat him senseless. Creep.”

The bell hadn’t rung yet, but she would rather sit in a surely empty classroom than wander in the hallways filled with conspiracies. She buried her face into a book, not wanting to hear any of the claims the students were coming up at the moment. Word spread fast in this school… too fast. As soon as the thought ran through her mind, she had the glamorous run-in with another student.

“Sorry…” she started, glancing up. However, she was met with an all-too-familiar face.


His face held surprise, but soon, he held a cocky smile. “Did you enjoy my gift Ashley? I didn’t thank you yesterday for saving my dignity.”

“Look, I’m fine with you looking through the bar’s security cameras to review your pathetic mistake, but I’ll be damned if you’re going to stalk me like this.”

“Hey, I’m the student council’s president. Of course I’m meant to have this type of information.”

He didn’t get another word out before his saliva ended up on the wall beside him. “And as a violated person, as well as the captain of the girls’ martial arts team, I’m allowed to do that. Need a bandaid? Go to the nurse’s office.”

The day continued on, and so did classes. Finally, her last period came, and thankfully, it was martial arts. The punching bag allowed her to blow off steam, her anger fueled by the rumors that drifted through each class she was in. “Slut, whore, leech, playgirl…” The list continues. Even a few slaps came her way, though none of them were close to making contact.

“Hey Ashley!”

She paused in delivering rage-fueled blows, a break in the leather indicating how mad she was. Otherwise, her expression had remained stoic throughout the day.

“You okay?” Her coach had approached her, along with other members of the team, Alex included.

“Fine, just preparing for next week’s tournament in Japan.”

“We heard the rumors. If it helps, we all don’t believe it,” Ainsley whispered, an often optimistic person on the team, though she now looked at Ashley with pity.

“I’m fine guys. No need to worry. Words don’t hurt me… Anyway, girls, get to practicing. The event’s not far from now.”

She sauntered towards the locker room after that, the only objective in mind was spending a night with her own booze. After changing, she rushed to her car, where it seemed as if the day couldn’t end fast enough. However, she halted at the sight of Apollo standing casually beside her car. “Hey.”

“What do you want?” She crossed her arms, bringing up what she hoped looked like a convincing glare.

“You’ve been crying haven’t you?” He had made his way to her, and this time, her glare had fallen to the ground.

“Words cut, you know? I taught myself to stand strong, but even I can’t get through accusations.”

She felt his forefinger lift her chin up, so that her eyes could reach his. From there, it was her first time meeting such blue eyes, filled with such protectiveness and kindness. “Let me treat you to dinner?” he asked, as if he was scared she’d punch him again.

“Why not?” She almost laughed when his eyes lit up, but part of her despised him for creating this mess.

“I have a request though. The dinner takes place at my flat.” She prompted him to challenge her, but like someone trying to make things up, he had no choice, but to agree.


“Ashley Vera, did you seriously just have dinner with THE Apollo Rin? Girl, even with all this happening, that’s been my dream since forever.”

“Relax Alex, it was a friendly dinner.”

“But you cooked for him!”

“Because I didn’t want to go to a fancy restaurant and risk running into more who hate my guts.”

“Hey Ashley…”


“Did you tell him?” Alex’s voice had lowered, now ladened with sadness.


The trip to Japan came shortly after. To be honest, she was glad to be getting away from the school. Being in a new environment with her closest friends would surely offer relaxation, away from the verbal abuse. Besides, it’ll be a chance for her to kick some more ass. Also, it’d get the pursuing Alex off her tail. Every day, it was always something new, be it a new necklace or a serenade. That guy is out of his mind. But, he deserves to know the truth soon.

“The match is close ladies! Ashley Vera delivered flawless hits, but Ming West has also struck back with equal intensity!” The ringleader stood on the side, clutching the mic in excitement.

Ashley’s head spun, with bruises already appearing all over her body. Ming was certainly one of her toughest opponents, her lean, yet sturdy structure, providing an advantage in delivering both fast and powerful strikes. However, she was faster.

“And we have a winner! Ashley Vera has claimed the platinum rank medal!”

Ashley had changed into a white, flowing dress, though her bruises were on full display. Never said I was going out tonight anyway. Alex had almost persuaded her once again, but she had the strength to refuse her begging this time. Must have been her throbbing head and nausea talking though.

“Ashley, wait up!”

She turned around, her eyes unfocused, but the voice could only have belonged to one person. “Apollo, what in the world are you doing here?”

“Supporting you, of course. Hey, you alright?”

“No. But I’ll survive.”

“You’re not going home alone in this state. Luckily, I rented a car here.”

It was his turn to tuck her into bed this time, where he carefully laid her into his bed. His lips brushed her forehead, as he murmured, “Sleep well princess.”

“Wait.” She held his hand in a vice grip, her eyes still shut because if she opened them, it would only make her urge to vomit stronger.

“I can’t be with you.”

“And why not?” She could tell he was hurting, his fake confidence clear.

“Because my story isn’t all that great. My parents were infamous drug-dealers back in the day. Nathan Vera, jailed a grand total of 30 times. Despite their occupation, they were loyal and loving parents, never once abandoned me. If one was in jail, the other would resist doing anything noticeable that would land them in prison. However, when I was just 6, my parents were murdered, but luckily, I wasn’t present, or else, they would have gotten me too. I inherited their fortune, however illegal the actions were that got them. An elderly couple later took me in, and raised me up until they were murdered, on the day I turned 10. I was at school that day, and the police took care of the murderers and protected me. From then on, I just hopped around from foster family to foster family until I was 18. Nobody wanted to care for a girl who had caused the deaths of 2 people…”

Silence filled the room for what seemed like hours after that. Sleep invading her thoughts, all Ashley could say was, “Get away while you still can. Use my room tonight instead.”

Ashley woke up in a cold sweat, her nightmares of haunted funerals still vivid in her memory. Suddenly, she realized that something heavy was draped across her stomach, and looking down, she realized it was an arm. There he laid, his messy hair draped across his closed eyes.

“Fool, you were meant to run away.” She murmured, stroking back tufts of hair.

“Well, you’ll be glad to know that a guy will do crazy things for a girl he wants to be with.” To her surprise, he rose up alongside with her, his eyes meeting hers.

“Now, you’re in danger because I’m not willing to let you go either.”

Day after day, he showered her with love, where their week of Japan was spent in bliss. After that, it was back to classes. I wonder if everyone got tired of of coming up with insults yet. It was a wishful thinking on her end, but she knew by now that it was better to remain pessimistic. Thankfully, Apollo was quick to stop them, all while showing them the PDA they wished wasn’t true. He was officially off the market, and he was hers. Perhaps all my suffering has been leading me up to this happiness.

It wasn’t long before winter break came along, and mostly all the students had taken off to visit their families or to travel. Ashley had expected to spend the time binge-watching Netflix, but she was proved wrong when Apollo presented her with two tickets to Japan. The surprise was meant to be romantic, but it turned quite amusing when he almost spilled wine on them at the restaurant. Fortunately, he directed the wine glass back towards him with such force, it ended up on his suit instead.

“So, how’d you like it?” he asked, kissing her gently on the top of her head.

“You know I loved it. That was literally the first I said when we got there, and the last when I left.
It was their first night in the city of Tokyo, and they were now strolling through the streets amidst the colorful lights and people. It was a time for exploration, having both crossed the famous intersection twice already, the second time having been for the thrill of it. Hand in hand, they were making their way across a row


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of shops and restaurants, with hundreds of others that had decided to do the same thing as them.


“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

About to reply, she suddenly saw a sight that had haunted her dreams for 14 years. His now gray hair was swept to the side, a cross tattoo etched on the side of his cheek, and his eyes… When they met hers, recognition hit both of them. Richard White, one of the world’s most notorious drug dealers. More importantly, he was surrounded with a group of bodyguards.

“Run.” She started to back up, her hand grip tightening on Apollo’s hand. In the corner of her eye, he saw her glance in the direction she was staring at, eyes widening after seeing the man she described with such hate in front of them.

“NOW!” Her shout broke their staring and now, they found themselves running towards the opposite direction, dodging people that continuously made their way forward. Behind her, she could make out the scream, “ Get them!”

Soon, the lights previously admired started to morph together as Ashley led Apollo down a number of streets, where they finally ended up at a closed off alleyway.

“Do you think we lost them?” she asked, breathing sporadically.

“Yea, no way they managed to single us out through all those people.” Apollo had slumped to his knees, sweat dripping off of his chin onto the cement.

“Oh little girl, that’s what you would like to think…”

Apollo shot up, instinctively wrapping his arm around Ashley. White emerged from the shadows, at least 10 guards behind him. It wasn’t fear that got to Ashley anymore, it was rage. Every inch of her wanted to pummel him into the ground, but with his minions behind him, it would be unlikely. Even with her skills, it would be hard to take them all at once.

“Ashley, you take five and I’ll take five.” She gazed up to see Apollo’s darkening eyes, his arm tightening around her waist another time, before letting go.

“Are you crazy? You can’t fight!”

“About that… father wanted me to be versed in self-defense… So I may or may not be a black-belt.”

“Gee, and you didn’t think of mentioning that before?”

“SHUT UP, both of you!” White’s voice rose above their conversation. “Now, I don’t know who the boy is, but I’m here for you little girl. Ashley Vera wasn’t it?”

Chills ran through her spine as he drawled her name, as if he was testing how the name of someone he had been hunting for years tasted on his tongue because now, he finally had her within his grasp.

Not wanting to risk anything over his victory, he snapped his fingers and announced to his men, “Get them.”

They sprang into action, with Ashley and Apollo mimicking them. The fight was intense, the guards proving to be more difficult to take down than Ashley thought. Though she got a few down, more charged after her, already giving her a bloody lip and a cut just above her eye. The blood was distracting, but it only drove her to finally get back at the man that had caused her only misery. Just as soon as she took down the third one, a kick toward her ribs sent her flying back. The ground in front of her either had spots of blood or ketchup then, but Ashley couldn’t be sure herself. Her ribs ached from the blow, and she was sure some of them must have been cracked by now. Noticing a blurred shadow approaching her, she immediately slid forward and swept the 4th off his feet, rendering him unconscious with another kick. She heard a scream behind her, looking back to see the three guards remaining surrounding Apollo. With her best battle cry, she leapt forward and immediately took another down with a series of roundhouse kicks.

“Ashley watch out!”

She felt a hard shove, only to land next to the other alley wall and witness Apollo being rammed into the wall opposite of her.


She rushed towards him, giving the guard a taste of his own medicine as she pounded his head into the wall multiple times, until he crumpled like a wet paper towel. She approached Apollo, a dark purple bruise indicating where he struck the wall. She cradled him for a brief moment, before laying him down, where he deserved the rest he surely needed. Redirecting her focus, she caught White looking almost cowardly without his bodyguards.

“Not so tough without your toys are you?” She steadily approached him, caution still in mind, though it was the last thing she was considering at this point.

“I still have one last trick.”

Pulling out a knife, he lunged forward, aiming for her heart. However, while dodging towards the left, the blade buried into her right shoulder instead, though the pain was instantly agonizing. White spots dotted her darkening vision. In the distance, she heard a scream, but she didn’t know if it was hers, or from another person who had walked in on the scene.

“Now, my dear, how about we make your pain go away? Permanently.”

He started to extract the knife, but Ashley kicked up, striking the spot she needed to, as the old man groaned and fell off her. Clutching that area, he couldn’t defend himself quick enough, before her foot landed on his face. Ashley stumbled, her head pounding, blood coating her hand, as she let the blade stay embedded deep beneath her skin. Pulling it out would only do more damage. However, the sound of sirens intruded her ears, faint at first, but grew louder as the seconds ticked by. Soon, she could make out a group of people approaching her.

“Police! Freeze!”

A series of grunts followed. Perhaps they’re from the guards. Ashley wasn’t all too sure until a rough pair of hands grabbed her.

“Miss, are you okay? Can you please tell me what happened?”

The rest of his words were jumbled from there, and Ashley could see a bright white light enveloping the starry night sky above her.

“Ugh, my head.” Ashley opened her eyes, and almost instantly regretted it. For once, I just want to open my damn eyes without feeling like I’m going to go blind. Another try ensued, her vision adjusting to reveal a vast meadow stretching out from all directions. Slowly, she rose up, the grass soft beneath her feet.

“Where am I?”

“Honestly, I’m as confused as you are.” She turned around to face Apollo, dressed in all white. His face looked strangely healed, and he was grinning from ear to ear. “But I’m glad it’s with you,” he continued.


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Smiling herself, Ashley walked up to him, receiving and giving loving kisses. Questions were still to be asked, but all she really wanted at that time, was to walk across this field, hand in hand with the person she loved.

“This is Lilia Grant, reporting for the Bourdain Times. I’m here with Doctor Walker who operated on the couple who single-handedly took down drug king Richard White and 10 of his bodyguards at Kyoto, Tokyo. Tell me doctor, how are the conditions of these two heroes of the streets?”

“Well, they are both still in critical condition, both having a multitude of internal injuries. For now, we’ve identified them as Ashley Vera and Apollo Pin, both exceptional university students. We have also discovered Apollo to have been carrying a diamond ring, but other than that, there was nothing else. We just have to hope that they wake up soon, their survival chances… uncertain.”

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Revenge And Love = Aella

Everyone has an ability in our world. In every state, every city, every district, every street corner, every house. Nobody lacked an ability, there were only those who were weak. Then there were the strong, those that had more deadly skills than others. However, people don’t have their abilities the minute they’re born. Instead, they come at the right moment, the right time. It may be due to a special celebration, or if they feel threatened. Nonetheless, they’ll come. That was the concept that I never understood. If God allowed us these abilities, why couldn’t we have them immediately? It was idiotic, offensive, all out stupid. No offense Great One. Still, I wish some people didn’t have to feel pain before they could be allowed a skill, and after they were granted one, including me.

“Hey Aella! It’s time to go to school!”

“Coming mom!”

Another day, another start. That’s what I would like to think, albeit with positivity. It was a new start yes, but another one with pain. I tilted the curling iron in front of my face and allowed the last part of hair to fall to the side, covering up the healing gash. If you would like to know, it was done by Regina George.


Regina George

No I’m joking… well not really… Her name is Siena Maise, which is actually a really nice name now that I think about it. However, her attitude was 10x worse, the mean girl of the school whose favorite toy was me. She even played a little threatening game.

Taking a good look at myself in the mirror, I made sure my appearance was flawless. If anything was off, my mother or my friends would be suspicious, where their overprotective attitudes would lead them to go against Siena. Of course, she and her goons would only harm them. After all, they had the money and power to become superheroes later on in their lifetime. You needed at least a 10 for the government to consider you to be powerful, and right now, those girls were at 8 or 9 each.

“Aella, come on honey! I’m going to be late for work.”

*ring ring ring*

Ah that iconic bell. To be honest, I can’t believe I still remember it, but it was definitely the only school that I had been to so far that had one sounding like windchimes. Math, Social SciencePsychologyEnglish Composition, and Spanish. Each class swept by like a blur, some excitement in each of them, but not enough for me to like school. The bell had signaled the ending of the day, where I still had soccer practice. Funny story: I was captain of the team until I requested to drop down. Why? Siena. Honestly, who’d you think I say? Trump?

30 minutes into the practice, the wind was blowing through my hair as the sweat dripped down both sides of my face.

“Aella pass the ball to Chrys! Move towards the center after,” Ariana called.

Coach had split up the team into two separate sides, where we were against our own members. The purpose was to get us prepared for the next game, where it was against Green Heights University, and they were on the top of the leaderboard with us.

“Hey Aella!”

The voice stopped me in my tracks, and my eyes only assured that my enemy was strutting towards me. Her entourage was right beside her, slight colored wisps at their hands and glints in their eyes indicated they were ready to give me a beating. Was I nervous? Most definitely, but I wasn’t going to show the others on the field anything.

“Did you have an appointment Aella? You should’ve told me if you did.” Coach stared at me with disapproval in his eyes, as he hoped for more from his best player.

“Sorry Coach, it must have slipped my mind. May I be excused?”

He turned back towards the remaining players, a flick of his hand indicating that I was free to go. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my bag, and followed the girls out of the field and continued to follow them until they reached one of the campus’ gardens, a place where students hung out during their free time. However, this one was empty, except for my torturers and myself.

“What do you want Siena?”

“This,” she responded, her lips tilting up to reveal a cruel smile.

Before I knew it, my body had frozen in place, even as I struggled while one of the girls fired an ice beam at me. Another threw a poison orb, bringing an immediate bout of nausea. Even so, I couldn’t fight back, Siena’s vice grip on my body restraining my every movement. The girls all took a turn at me, until I was left gasping in pain, blood staining my nose and chin. Luckily, I had once again brought enough money to buy a tonic from Madam’s Medical Help. It always cleared up most of the injuries. I had expected for the attacks to cease by now, but I was caught off guard, another wave racking my body until I turned into a sniffling sob.

“Siena, let’s just kill her. Nobody will know anyway. After all, it’s her fault Derreck broke up with you. Everybody knows you’re much prettier than this slut.”

I stared up at Siena, having then realized she was abnormally quiet today. Her face was calm, but her eyes held a turmoil within them. “Before we do so, I’d like to present her with something first. Bring her out Clause!”

Her eyes demanded that I use my arms to hoist my body up, but what appeared in front of my sight made me freeze in my spot. Was I to run? Was I supposed to spin around at that moment and rush at the little ***** with all I had at that moment? Was I supposed to do something when she had my mother? Her eyes were widened, shock evident as she realized her daughter had undergone this treatment without her having noticed.

“Siena, I swear to God. If you harm her, I’ll kill you. Mark my words.”

She let out a cackle, first high pitched, then toned down. “I don’t think you’re in a position to do that Aella.”

She strolled up to me, caressing my face as her nails purposely dug into my skin. Behind her back, she presented a small, thin dagger, its blade shiny and sharp. “You know, I wondered what would hurt you like how Derreck hurt me when he said he would rather date you instead. You know what he said?! That you were prettier, smarter, kinder, and twice the woman I would ever be! So I thought, why not harm one of your loved ones.”

She brought the knife down to my hand, and pressed it against my flesh. “Think about it, daughter stabs her mother. Now that would devastate you wouldn’t it?”

“But I’m nice,” she whispered in my ear, snapping her fingers to urge Clause to drag my mother closer. Without a word, she stabbed her right in the stomach.

A scream echoed throughout the air, as my ears rung. My whole body felt as though it was fire, almost as if I had gotten stabbed myself, as I watched my mother crumble to the ground, clutching her stomach. Siena, gripping the dagger, smiled triumphantly before she suddenly backed away. My eyes felt alive, even as blood dripped from them, and my hands felt as though they could last a round of boxing.


From out of the blue, black spirits encircled her, all shrieking with ghostly faces painted on them. Her shrieks combined with the other girls as more spirits surrounded them too filled the air.

“My shadow! It’s gone,” I heard Clause scream, but I had no intention of diverting my attention from the priority.

I focused on the screams, the echoing and horrid shrieks from the shadows. A mass had surrounded the girls, yet I directed them to condense and condense. I could almost feel the pain as the shadows clawed, beat, and even bit them, but it was satisfying. I didn’t want it to stop.


An unknown voice disrupted my focus, the shadows flying off to their owners as I whipped around. Stern-looking officials directed their guns toward hers, with an unarmed woman leading the pack. Slipping her glasses off, she directed bright crimson eyes towards me, and they remained so as she directed the paramedics towards my mother. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her, where it was my fault she got stabbed in the first place. If only I had gotten my abilities sooner, whatever they were. Maybe then I would be able to protect her.

“You’re coming with us Ms. Laerne.”

“No please. Just let me go home.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that Miss. Now cooperate or we’ll do this the hard way.”

Suddenly, the burning sensation returned, where a few of the guards’ own shadows took down their owners that allowed them to exist in the first place. However, I didn’t get far until an overwhelming urge to pass out washed over me. Still, I couldn’t let them take me. A few more grunts assured that more people fell to their own shadows, but the urge and the exhaustion I had gained from Siena’s attacks dragged me into darkness. I remember thinking, Would I ever see the light of day again, or would my own darkness consume me?

“Let’s try again Aella. Physically take down the first and last mannequins while using both of our shadows to take down the others on the side.”

I sighed and stretched out my legs, already having practiced this a dozen other times. Elasta-man stood off to the side, spinning a timer, where he knew that I needed a bit of a break before going into it. Would you like to know how I met Elasta-man too? Yea? Okay fine…

I had opened my eyes to a room with a white ceiling, an antiseptic scent filling my nose when I took a deep breath in. It was only when I tried to move my arms that I realized they were handcuffed and the curtains were completely drawn shut over the windows. My hand graced over a small controller with a button in the middle, a note attached reading: Press when awake.

It took only a few minutes for the mysterious woman from earlier to enter the room, her crimson eyes once again captivating me.

“My name is Flora Lunae. I am the general of the SSI, Superheroes and Sidekicks Initiative. How are you feeling Aella?” Her voice had taken on softer tone, a loss of formality noticed.

“Where’s my mother,” I was surprised at my own voice, cracked and rough. A glass of water sat on the small table beside her, but with her chained hands, it might as well not exist in the first place. Diverting my eyes back to Flora, I could sense something was off. Her confident demeanor had faded and instead, she seemed nervous.

“Flora, where’s my mother? Tell me now.”

“Your mother… passed away. There was too much blood lost. I’m so sorry. I know how close you two were.”

I didn’t hear anything after pass “away,” but it did enough damage. My mother was gone, the woman I had called “mom” ever since I could remember. She was the one that had supported me every time I sunk to the bottom, and now, what was I going to do without her this time? A tear slid down from the corner of my eye, yet there was a dull throb behind them. It wasn’t as intense as before, but I felt the burning up of my body.

“If you can hear me mom, I hope you can save me.”

Suddenly, the room shook, the members probably attempting to make sense of everything. All I could do was stare up at the ceiling, wondering whether she was happy up above. Beneath all the mourning though, rage shook me to the core. I remember the vow I took: to take Senia and her group to hell, even if it took me the rest of my lifetime.

“Doctor! Get in here! She has to be contained!”

The windows had shattered, and the stoic guards that fiercely stood by had started to burst out in hystericals. However, I didn’t cast them a glance even as their shrieks reminded me of the time my mother was taken away. Not even when the blindfold was draped over my eyes, or even as a syringe entered my upper arm. Soon, I was left in darkness yet again.

Back to where I was earlier, I was now under the command of Elasta-man, having been assigned as his sidekick by Flora because we had similarities. It wasn’t until later that I discovered he had lost his father to his own mother, who wanted to get rid of him so she could run away with a different lover. I accepted him as a master then, once he promised me he would train me to my strongest and allow me to take my revenge. After all, I had the potential to be a superhero, with my ability having been listed as simply: darkness manipulation.

Drifting back to the present, I opened my eyes and readied myself and at the sound of go, I dashed towards the mannequins. All I had now was the darkness in my heart and in revenge, and I was going to make my ability stronger.

“Good job Aella. You’re getting stronger and faster,” Elasta-man said, his eyes portraying pride, and of course something else that was hidden beneath.

“Thank you master. Shall we go to the gym now? I believe our reservation starts soon”

“We will, but first, I have a surprise for you.” From behind his back, he presented a letter that was sealed with the SSI’s insignia.

“What is this?” I fingered with the seal, amazed at what could be underneath.

“Open it and see.”

The first word I saw when the seal was cracked was: congratulations. The rest of the letter would reveal the time, date, and location of the ceremony where I would get to be a superhero. My eyes weren’t brimmed with tears, but I was slightly quivering with excitement.

“Master, are you saying that I can now be a… a…”

“A superhero? Yes. You were the by far, the best student I had and crime has drastically decreased with the pair of us working together.”

“I don’t know what to say master. Thank you.”

“You deserve it. Now let’s go, our reservation wouldn’t be much of use if we didn’t at least try to there on time.”

Let’s just say that that workout was the best one so far. After that, it only took two more weeks until the ceremony came. A black pantsuit, a cape to fly and enhance my ability, a hairclip to change appearances, and a medal later, the after party commenced. No, don’t ask me what Flora said or what happened during the party because I was drunk as hell. Well actually, I should probably mention that I was given the name of Shadow Girl. Yea… the SIS wasn’t exactly creative when coming up with names.

However, what happened after the celebration would change my life. Elasta-man had informed me that he received a call regarding a gang robbery in the poorer district of the city. We got there as fast as we could, but I should have been more wary when we arrived in a dark alley

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with a group of villains (part of the SHF – Superheroes and Humans to Fall) relaxing. Before I had time to question master, he approached them.“Master! What are you doing?” I tensely said, shifting my weight to prepare for a fight.

“Aella, Aella, Aella,” he murmured, as he spun around, with menacing eyes and a crude sneer. “Did I ever tell you that you look like my mother, the one I killed myself? Heh, her lover followed closely behind.”

“Master, please don’t do this. I beg of you.”

“Begging is beneath you and me both. You of all should know what revenge feels like, so understand when I do this.”

The villains all leaped forward, their attacks used to pin me down. Before I could activate my ability, a metal choker was slapped onto my neck. Immediately, I felt weak, something that hasn’t shown itself ever since my mother passed away.

“Don’t fight pretty one. This choker is designed to block your powers. Have no worries though, once he’s had his time with you, you can destroy it yourself.”

I wanted to scream, anything to alert the attention of anyone nearby. However, with arms pinned down and a gag over my mouth, it was unlikely help would be coming soon. By now, rage and fear had built up to the point where my eyes throbbed with the intent of releasing my ability. I struggled with all I had, every ounce of strength I could muster, even as Elasta-man unbuckled his belt in front of me. His slimy lips on me, I only found myself fighting harder. Slapping me and gripping my throat, he hurriedly slipped off his pants down to his ankles, his ability causing certain areas to grow longer. The straps of my pantsuit came next. By this time, every part of my body ached, begging for me to free the power within.

With the straps at my wrists and his exposed teeth inches from my breast, time stood still. The burning remained, only growing stronger as I grappled with the frozen figures around me. Kicking them all off, I stood up, gasping. My breath had caught in my throat and everything that was spinning beforehand settled down. In front of me, Elasta-man and the villains laid on the floor in the exact positions they were earlier. Purple eyes popped out from broken glass shards, a definite difference from the usual navy ones when my ability activated. No, this wasn’t manipulating darkness. There, I decided it as body immobilization, and after removing the choker, I immediately summoned as many creatures from the shadows as I could. Their white eyes glared at me with thankfulness once they had their fulfilling feast of Elasta-man. Unfortunately, the rest of the villains escaped, my fury only directed against the ringleader that night, From then on, I wasn’t Shadow Girl anymore (it barely lasted a day honestly). I was the Scorpio of the Night, or Scorpio for short, and revenge was my game.

“Scorpio freeze!”

Their weapons didn’t even graze the sky when I had already made my escape. Landing on top of an apartment building, I viewed the flashing red and blue lights from a distance. “Ungrateful drama queens. I made their job easier, and still, they’re trying to put me in prison.” Still, it must have been because I killed the man for abusing his wife and child instead of apprehending him. Not to mention, the death of Elasta-man remained unexplained and they wanted to bring me into questioning.

Rolling my eyes, I turned to fly towards home, but a thundering crash pierced the silent night sky. I couldn’t resist curiosity, and by the time I convinced myself that I shouldn’t check it out, I found myself already at the scene of it all.

“Give it up Electricity Boy! You don’t have a chance against us!”

Through the darkness, I could make out colorful wisps of the 4 villains surrounding a hero, whose cape crackled with electricity. My eyes widened when I realized it was BlueSpark, the greatest superhero among them all. His level reached 17, one above mine the last time I asked a contact to measure it.

“Don’t cross me,” BlueSpark spoke through gritted teeth. His fists now sent small sparks of electricity flying.

“Ha ha ha, oh you can’t tell us what to do now. It’s 4 against 1 and I bet Madame Ravenna will be extremely proud if we were to say that we took down BlueSpark.” By now the 4 had stepped into the light of the blinking street lamps, and their faces sent chills down my bones. Their faces all sparked a similar memory, bringing me back to the time when I had left any form of happiness behind. I instantly hopped down, landing beside BlueSpark, who seemed surprised to say the least. Despite him recognizing me and thinking that I was there to help, I could care less about him and whether he were die or not. I was here for my revenge.

“Scorpio! What are you doing here?!” Their advancing steps faltered, stopping about 5 feet from the two heroes. “Heh, no matter. We can take care of you too.”

“Say that when your guts are eaten.”

Their shadows began to morph in front of them, rising up from the ground, along with others that came from countless other people. Surprisingly, one managed to croak out, “GO,” before he succumbed with his allies to the snarling creatures.

“Scorpio, stop!” I recognized the voice of BlueSpark, but I had no means of stopping.

Out of nowhere, I felt a power beam strike my back, but instead of sending me flying, it sucked my strength out, sending me crumpling to the ground. The shadows disappeared,


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but the 4 villains had already been reduced to a pile of bloody bones. The rest of that fight flew by, with a dozen other individuals appearing from hidden places, taking me down. I could see blurs of blue sparks of electricity as I fought my way out beneath the horde of villains. I couldn’t stop them in their places, my other ability having been taken away as well. I shouldn’t have let those damn bastards run free last time.

Just as I managed to take care of the ones that surrounded me, someone leaped in front, just as several black spikes hurdled towards me.

“Crap! BlueSpark!”

He fell, gasping as he coughed up redness, though the wounds on his stomach dripped black.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Scorpio and BlueSpark, though I’m pretty sure Electricity Boy will die anytime soon.”

A dark-haired woman stood on rooftop overlooking the alleyway, gripping a gun with blue and purple matter swirling inside, another person standing beside her with an outstretched arm. A nametag on the lapel of her jumpsuit read Vice Siena. Before I could even utter a word, a zap of electricity sent the gun flying to the ground, its containments freed as a NO resonated from Siena. Spikes upon spikes materialized, sent directly towards the two fallen heroes, but by that time, hundreds of shadow ghouls had swallowed them up. I’ll save you from the gory parts, but let’s just say I knocked Siena’s head into the sky, my conscious filled with satisfaction when I gave that two-timing ****** what she deserved. Truth to be told, she’s extremely slow in manipulation, even with her probable practice.

Everything was done, death filled the air, and my thirst for revenge somewhat fulfilled, I prepared to take off once more. “Scorpio… please help.”

I glanced back to the withering BlueSpark, his eyes glazed with weariness from fighting the poison from acquiring his life. An inner debate ignited, the two main points being “I don’t exactly love superheroes” and “but he did save my life.” Long story short, I ended up helping him, giving him one of the miracle tonics I had hidden in the heel of my boot. Resolving the fact that I couldn’t simply leave him to recover in an alleyway, I took him to my home, a simple penthouse in the tallest skyscraper on the planet.

“So, what’s your name?” he had asked when he awoke from his deep sleep. If only he was still passed out, maybe he wouldn’t be asking me these questions. “Mine is Aleksander.”

“Great Aleksander, and you can keep calling me Scorpio.”

“Come on, why won’t you tell me? I believe you’re on the same side as us judging from last night.”

“Listen pretty boy, I’m on no one’s side. Especially ‘superheroes’.” Though I didn’t want to admit, he was painfully handsome, his piercing sky-blue eyes pairing well with his dirty blonde hair. Even his face was chiseled into perfection.

Walking over to him, I placed the back of my hand on his forehead. His temperature had dropped, but it was slightly higher than what was considered normal. “You need another dose of the tonic, but I ran out. I’ll be back later. Try not to trash everything.”

I swiftly spun around, heading towards the door with a different appearance thanks to the clip. It served to hide my identity quite well. My nail had graced the door, but a hand held me in place.

“Thank you.” His blue eyes looked sincere and it was the only observation I could make before it his lips brushed against my forehead.

The following days were one of the happiest and most annoying I’ve experienced since the “incident.” Aleksander ended up coming to my apartment every night, persistent in getting to know me better, and that included my past. For the first time again though, I found myself wondering, Do I trust this superhero?

Finally, it wasn’t a matter of trust anymore due to BlueSpark still having kept the secret of my location, I told him my name and what happened on the night Elasta-man was killed.

“Wow,” was all he said for a while. Then, “I believe you. Truth be told, I was thinking of leaving the SIS as well. Flora doesn’t seem to notice some of the heroes taking advantage of their sidekicks.”

With that, he gave me a kiss that took my breath away, one that I could have only dreamed of as a lonely teenager. Don’t judge. Anyway, Aleksander brought truth to what he said and quit the SIS, joining my now two-people club of vigilantes. Together, we managed to keep crime rates low year after year. We even managed to expose many heroes of the SIS. However, the obstacle that was constantly in the way of me reaching my peak of happiness, was my constant yearn for revenge. It was hard to get rid of, hard not to ruthlessly kill those that deserved to descend into the pits of flame.

Aleksander served well in eradicating the desire though, his kindness showing me that there was more to ruthlessly murdering people for their wrong deeds. He showed me forgiveness, a different perspective to the world, where people got second chances to repent for what their mistakes. Sometimes, they didn’t even mean to do so. My bonds to revenge broke free later on, and as a gift to me, he presented a beautiful diamond ring. We couldn’t exactly hold an official ceremony with the police and SIS after both of us, so elopement was just fine.

Now, it was a different story. One where abilities couldn’t solve anything. The moment an overproduction of cells occurred in the area of the lungs, our happy story fell short. How would I battle against cancer? How would I kill the thing that belittled my husband to a hospital bed?

“I love you honey. Don’t worry about me. Keep living your life to the fullest.”

I remember those words like they were spoken yesterday, just hours before he finally lost the raging battle.


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Just a few more words and then I promise that it’ll be over and you can go back to resting. As you may know, today marks the third year of your passing honey. Adrianne is now 6 and she still misses you, and frankly, so do I. However, I kept what you told me in mine. A better way to look at revenge would be that it hinders our happiness. Adrianne deserves a happy life, free from getting to know what it feels like to want to hurt someone in return. Instead, she’ll learn how to forgive.

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Aspiring Writer – Take #2

Hey story fanatics! This post is both a remake and an update on my first post ever (titled Aspiring Writer). In that, I briefly went over my dreams in creating a novel and that dream is still as passionate and alive as ever. When thinking more about how I wanted my storyline to flow, I realized that the setting of the coronation should be part of the prologue. Therefore, I decided to add more to the previous one I had posted. Be sure to comment down below any thoughts or recommendations :->

Hope you enjoy! Oh and always go where your imagination takes you and new worlds will reveal themselves! Thank you!

Memories of A Lost Flight


Everyone knew the power of the crowns. From the curve of the codazic, a valuable black crystal, to the amethyst gems fastened on the delicate spikes, they were a sight to look at. They also granted the king or queen unique powers which were to be used for the good of the Kingdom of Estacre. Petals rained from the sky and cries as mighty as those going into battle were seen and heard once the crown settled on the head of the new rulers. Their purpose was to bring joy to their people and once they were unable to continue, they would pass one of the crowns down to their eldest child. Then came the story of King Aimery and Queen Reina who had two daughters. The eldest, Katherine, took after her parents and greeted everyone with a smile. She was the ideal princess, the one who captured every Charming’s heart. However, her younger sister Daeva was the complete opposite.

Anyone could see something was– off with the princess when she was a young child. With her raven-black hair, calculating eyes, and a sneer for a smile, she stood out from the rest of the royal family. The king had butterscotch-colored hair while the queen had silky blond hair. Katherine resembled her two parents, already looking like the country’s future ruler while her younger sister was left seething on the side, her destiny supposedly mapped out the second she was born: the chief adviser to her future queen, which one may receive such a role with honour. However, she yearned for true power and greatness, something that being an adviser wouldn’t fulfill. The wanting manifested like ice spreading from a single touch of Jack Frost, but it seemed to seep into her already cold heart instead of gliding over a glass window. So with that said, she knew what she had to do, but it would take time.

She planned out everything, down to the last detail. She now had an army to her liking, strong formidable beasts who only cared about getting blood on their hands and Shadow Demons who only wanted to conquer souls. It had taken years and her sister had gotten married in the process, to Alexander, a once mere baker, who would then become the future king of Estacre. Daeva set down the pearl-handled brush, staring at herself in the mirror. Cold, hard eyes. Vivid bright lips that held an abundance of secrets.

“Soon,” she said. “Just a little bit longer and my time will come.” A cackle erupted from her and filled the dark hallways as the grandfather clock struck 12:00.

Kisa closed her book with a sigh, leaning back in her chair to stare out the window. It was a beautiful day outside and yet she had wasted it, studying the different types of powers she could get when she ascends the throne. Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door.

“Your Highness, your mother requests for your appearance in her bedroom.”

Kisa looked up to see Lila, her personal maid, with her hands folded in front of her. She had a sweet smile, yet her eyes looked weary and Kisa knew exactly why. Lila has been around since she was little and has been one of her closest companions, yet she knew taking care of baby Kisa wasn’t the least stressful job in the world.

“Can’t it wait until later Lila? I wanted to go outside before it got too late.”

“Afraid not Your Highness, you know how your mother is, especially since your birthday and coronation are nearing.”

Kisa rolled her eyes, hastily slipping her heels on. She exited her room, making sure to sweep her dress in front of her before locking the door. She set out towards her parents’ bedroom with Lila who, unlike other maids, walked right beside her. She had only reached the portrait of her grandmother, when she paused and looked at the person who could’ve been her reflection. Her grandmother and her grandfather had passed away before she was born due to strange synchronized heart attacks. Suddenly, she felt an arm nudge her in the side.

“Come now Your Highness, no need to admire how beautiful you are now.”

Kisa smiled and continued onward. Her 16th birthday and official coronation were coming soon and it was to be a historic moment, for the Royal Blacksmith had made another crown 10 years ago. However, it was all she knew, along with the rest of the kingdom. Even her parents didn’t know what it looked like, for the Goddess of Estacre was the one in possession of it. The Goddess was the founder of the 6 elemental skills, where they resided within the rulers. However, these skills weren’t passed down throughout the generations and right now, only 6 out of 7 of the rulers had the elemental skills. The one kingdom that didn’t have it currently was Estacre, the kingdom of humans. Therefore, when the skill of the first king did not pass down to his children in Estacre only, the Goddess came up with the idea of making the crowns out of crystals she had come to possess thousands of years ago. For now, she remained in the human kingdom to protect the humans when needed, in a hidden location and for all Kisa knew, she used the remaining of her gems to allow for Esatcre to have a third crown.

It took a while, but Kisa finally managed to reach her mother’s room, but already, her feet ached to be in her sneakers, running through the forest. Two guards stationed outside her mother’s door bowed deeply before turning the door handle and exposing her to the cold air that awaited inside.

“Good luck Your Highness. I’ll be waiting out here for you.”

With that, Kisa was left to enter the room alone, and she instantly regretted not bringing her coat as she saw a snowflake touch her nose. “Ah you finally came my dear.”

She stared at the twinkling snowflakes floating around the room, then back at her silver-haired mother who was unfazed by the cold. She crossed the room and grabbed Kisa by her hands, bringing her to the vanity. Cupping her face, her mother crouched and laid her head on Kisa’s shoulder, admiring the few similarities they share. Despite Kisa looking more like her grandmother, there were still similarities between mother and daughter, and the Queen relished in that.

“Tomorrow’s your official coronation my sweet. Do you feel ready? Please tell me you read the books I gave you.”

“Yes mother I did,” Kisa answered, watching her mother’s expression morph from being relieved to suspicious.

“You read them, but did you finish them.” Her eyes pierced into Kisa’s, hoping to find an answer through them. It was almost if she was hoping for Kisa to say no just to gain a chance to reprimand.

“Of course mother.”

Rolling her eyes, Kisa stood up and crossed the room, leaning against the glass-paned window. Beneath, she could see the decorations being set up as Louise, the palace’s event planner, barked orders at the struggling servants. Ahead, she could see two paths, one lined with cobblestone while the other was a simple dirt path. The cobble-stoned one led to the market square and beyond that, the city, while the dirt path led to the forest Kisa had grown to love. If one were to delve deep enough, they would hit the border, a 50 mile meadow that eventually led to the Kingdom of Rosaden. That was where she yearned to be. Not just Rosaden, but all the other kingdoms as well. There were countless, but she’s never stepped outside of Estacre, under her parent’s rule that she would have to obtain her skill first. Of course, she understood that it was her own safety. After all, if something did go wrong, she’d be the defenseless mortal in that situation.

“Wonderful is it not?” asked her mother as she glided over to Kisa. “Soon, all the citizens of this kingdom will fill that courtyard and they’ll be ecstatic for you! My daughter is finally getting her skill!”

Suddenly the door knocked and Kisa’s father strode in, his face beaming, yet his posture speaks of that a king. Her mother glided up to him, where both shared a kiss as they looked lovingly into one another’s eyes. However, they soon returned their sights on her, her mother’s giddiness replaced with proudness in her eyes. The same applied to her father, yet his hands were still behind his back and not placed on the small of her mother’s back as usual.

“Kisa, as you know your mother and I are very proud of you,” her father said, with a regal tone. “Therefore, we thought we would get you something.”

With that, her father brought out a small gift box, wrapped with elegant ribbons. As soon as she received it, she tenderly opened it, only to come to face with a faded pink crystal necklace laced with codazic. A gold chain was attached to it, and the sight of it brought both wonder and confusion to Kisa’s eyes.

“It’s beautiful father, but what is it? Why does it have codazic around it?”

“Well, the Goddess of Estacre gifted me this necklace when you were just born, along with the rest of the codazic of course.” Her father shook his head slightly, trying to remember where he was supposed to be heading with the explanation. “Anyway, she asked me to present this to you any day before the coronation, and I decided today was the day.”

“Yes darling, the Goddess will grant you with yet a second skill tomorrow,” her mother said, slipping the necklace around Kisa’s neck. “There, you look beautiful.”

Kisa glanced down and fingered with the necklace, as she traced the sleek codazic and went over the more uneven surface of the crystal itself. The Goddess was strangely nice towards her, despite Kisa never having actually met her in person– except when she was a baby. However, how could anyone remember what happened when they were a baby?

“Thank you mother. Thank you father. If there isn’t anything else, will you excuse me? I believe I need some fresh air after being inside all day.”

“Of course honey. Your father and I need to make sure tomorrow’s arrangements are going well anyway.” They stepped out the door, her mother’s snowflakes billowing about the train of her gown.

Kisa stared out into the courtyard one last time before she exited the room herself, heading towards her room. Lila, without question accompanied her back, seeing it was her job to. Sweet Lila, she never complained about anything when dealing with Kisa, not even when Kisa blamed her for multiple frivolous antics she participated in as a child. Of course, her parents knew who was rightfully guilty, even before having heard Kisa’s explanation.

Kisa immediately shed her dress the moment she reached her room. Lila, reading her mind, reached for a pair of black jeans and a black top with a cape attached to the back of it. She hurriedly put it on, wanting to spend time outside before the sun set, which would be soon. Once she grabbed her bow and sword, she tried to rush out the door. Unfortunately, a hand held her back and she felt Lila, brushing back her hair the best she could.

“If you’re going to head out Kisa, at least try to look presentable.”

She huffed out a sigh, blowing a piece of her bangs upward, only for it to fall limply onto her face. She felt Lila tugging her hair tightly into ponytail, and it didn’t take long for her to be done, but it was long enough in Kisa’s opinion. The minute she felt Lila’s hand release her hair, she dashed out of the room. “Thanks Lila!” she yelled, already reaching a quarter to the castle doors.

The evening air welcomed her as she finally decided to slow down. She was always fascinated by the courtyard, and this time, the decorations hanging above the hedge sculptures brought the scenery to life even more so than usual. Suddenly, she felt a hand covering her eyes, with the other pulling her close to their figure. Before she could scream though, a familiar voice whispered, “Now just where is Your Highness running off to without her partner?”

“Well, I’m known for flying solo, so I don’t know what you’re talking about sir?”

She felt their hand slip from her eyes, only for their other to spin her around, where her eyes met his deep blue ones as their foreheads rested against each other’s. “I take offense to that Kisa.”

“Aw calm down Sir Kaleo, I’m only joking. Of course, I need a knight-in-training by my side for all the adventures I go on.”

He kissed her on the forehead. “You better mean that Kisa,” he murmured.

He removed his hand from her back, slipping it into her hand instead, while leading her into the forest. With her heeled boots helping, she laid her head on his shoulder. She didn’t quite remember how they had forged a relationship, but she didn’t complain. It was easier for them compared to most people, especially since they had grown up together in the castle. Kaleo’s father was her father’s right in command, and she remembered both of them causing mischief when they were left to explore the castle. Now, he was training under his father’s order, hoping to become a knight like his old man. She was proud of him, and she was proud of them for maintaining their bond, even if their class status differed greatly. A crown princess to a mere knight. One with powers to one without the chance of acquiring any. But still, they were together.

“Hey, you seem to be in deep thought today Kisa? Anything wrong?” He tilted his head and looked worriedly at her, something she thought made him look adorable.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about the celebration tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry too much about it. Everyone will love you as they do now. Besides, your skills will be great, I’m sure of it.” He looked towards the forest again, making sure they were free of any danger, especially from the creatures that made their home here. The dusty dirt ground slowly began to give way to luscious tall grass as they reached the meadow creating the border between Estacre and Rosaden. Kaleo led her to a spot surrounded by flowers, more so than the others. Together, they viewed the bright orange and yellow streaks across the sky.

“You know Kisa, I wonder if we’ll get these chances to watch the sunset together again. I mean, with you becoming crown princess and all, and having to train with your powers.” He buried his face into the small of her neck and wrapped both of his arms around her waist.

Kisa turned slightly, reaching up to stroke his cropped platinum blond hair. Kaleo’s thoughts represented her own, yet she couldn’t muster up any strength to truly talk about it. She loved their moments together, and just the thought of being separated from Kaleo, even if it wasn’t forever, was disheartening. They both haven’t told their parents they were seeing each other yet either, both agreeing to do so when the time was right Their plan was at the banquet after the commemoration, where they would be together with the others gathered around.

“I love you Kisa,” he whispered, breaking her thoughts, but she couldn’t think of a better phrase to be distracted by.

“I love–”

Suddenly, they heard a snap behind them, and with a flash, both had unraveled themselves from each other and hopped to their feet, their swords extended. In front of them, a red-eyed beast stood in front of them, where it reached no more than an inch above Kaleo. However, the fangs that protruded from its slobbering mouth and its massive paws that had gruesome claws growing from it, definitely presented it as a threat.

“Heads up Your Highness,” Kaleo warned, his face grim and concentrated as the beast slowly lumbered towards them.

Without warning, it started to charge, its direction veering to the left, towards Kisa. It reached out, where it brought its curled hand towards its chest, and then released it. With little time to react, she felt the breath knocked out of her when its fist connected to her body, and when she landed on the ground after flying across 5 feet.

Seeing Kisa being struck down enraged Kaleo, but still, the beast barreled towards her. However, he could tell she was still recovering from the shock, and she was in no condition to be attacked another time. “Kisa watch out!”

He rushed towards her herself, but there was no way he would be able to reach her before the beast did. Reaching down, he swiftly grabbed her fallen sword. Just as his fingers wrapped around the handle, he heard a guttural howl.


He looked up, expecting to see the worst. What surprised him though, was that the beast was the one who was rearing its head, baying in pain while Kisa held her bow with a hand pulled back, an indication that she had shot an arrow. While closing the distance towards the beast, a second arrow struck its face, bringing out another pained howl from it.

Kaleo leaped upwards, landing atop a hunched mass of black and red fur. Without a second thought, he dug both swords into it, one buried in its neck and the other, its head. With a feeble whine, the demonic beast collapsed, just as he yanked out the sword, with dark red (close to black) blood dripping down the blade.

For a moment, Kaleo forgot his other objective while he attempted to regain his breath, until he glanced over to see Kisa hoisting herself up with her bow. Oh Sol.

He rushed towards her, gently bringing her upright, as she leaned against his chest. Her breathing was shallow, and Kaleo could hear a faint wheezing behind it. A closer inspection revealed a blooming bruise near her lip. “Are you okay? Can you walk back?”

“Yea, I’m alright. Just a bit out of breath.”

Kisa watched as Kaleo let go of her, bending down to wipe the blood from the swords. She straightened out her attire, hoping to brush away the dirt and anything else that would make people suspect something had occurred.

“Kisa? It’s time to head back.”

She stared at the sword Kaleo was handing her for a longer time than anyone could deem necessary, before she realized that it was her’s. Quickly sheathing it, she turned towards the path they came from, and began sauntering back. Of course, Kaleo was there to steady her at all times.

“Hey Kaleo, let’s not inform our parents about any of this?” A raised eyebrow was his response, a way of asking without speaking on his end. He would always get silent when they encountered something that put Kisa’s life in danger. “Hear me out Kal. Mother and father are already stressed out enough with the upcoming coronation. I don’t want to further worry them. Besides, it was only one beast.”

He offered no response except for a nod once she was done. Despite that, any thoughts of anger that might be coming from him evaporated when he pulled her closer.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, with Kaleo keeping up on his end of the promise by remaining silent about the incident. Even though the moon had risen high above the night sky, Kisa was still finding it difficult to sleep. The thought of finally receiving her skill and the day’s events still ran through her mind.

Will her skill be one that she likes? Will it be the more powerful ones or the weaker ones? What was the creature that had attacked them today?

Before she knew it, she had donned on a long mandarin robe over her nightgown and stepped into the long, dark hallway. She needed to pace her worries away. The moon’s light casting through the glass paned windows created an eerie effect, especially when it landed on a raven-haired woman wearing a feathered robe, whom Kisa knew as her beloved aunt.

“Aunt Daeva, wait up!”

The figure paused slightly, as Kisa made her way to her. Her aunt truly looked elegant in the night, but she rarely stepped out of her room during the morning, despite being her mother’s chief advisor. Her best guess was that Aunt Daeva felt connected to the night due to her lunar construct ability. She was the first to have acquired such a skill, where it was immeasurably powerful, close to being considered an elemental skill.

“What brings you out here Kisa?” Her aunt’s voice smooth voice almost seemed hypnotizing, equivalent to waves gliding over a pearl, wearing it down slowly.

“I couldn’t sleep. I’m slightly nervous about tomorrow.”

“I’m sure you’ll make your parents and the citizens proud.” Kisa glanced up every so often to study her aunt, whose face continued to be emotionless. She never saw her much and it felt nice to talk to her.

“Where are you going Aunt Daeva?”

“Just another walk around the courtyard. I suggest you don’t follow me though. There may be trouble and you don’t have your skill yet.”

“Very well then. If you’ll excuse me Aunt.”

Kisa halted as she watched her aunt continue on until she reached the castle doors, where Kisa then turned around and made her way back to her own room.

“Kisa dear, it’s time to wake up.”

Kisa opened her eyes to the blinding sunlight, where Lila was still opening up the curtains surrounding the room. She adjusted her eyes to the brightness, sitting up to view Lila holding out a floor-length, strapless gown.

“Up and at them Your Highness, today’s the day.”

Groaning, she stood up, allowing for Lila to wash, dress her, and fix her hair. After sitting still for a grueling hour for her hair to be done in a rather fancy updo, she finally got a chance to look at herself in the mirror. She truly did look like her grandmother in her portrait, with her hair and makeup properly done. Reaching across the vanity, she grabbed the crystal necklace and laced it around her neck.

Behind, her bedroom door opened up, where Kisa could see that it was her parents through the reflection of the mirror. She spun around and ran into both of their arms, seeking comfort and approval. Her mother outstretched her arms, pushing her daughter back to inspect her from a distance. Without a word, she smiled and Kisa could see a hints of tears forming in the corners of her mother’s eyes.

“Pardon me Your Majesties and Your Highness, but the coronation is commencing soon,” informed Kaleo’s father, standing upright in his fresh-pressed uniform with Kaleo beside him.

Kisa’s father wrapped an arm around her mother’s waist, leading her out of the room. Kisa gave Lila a quick hug and followed behind, being sure to walk in what she hoped was a regal manner. Walking past the windows allowed her to view the enormous crowd gathered in the quad underneath. It overwhelmed Kisa, and suddenly she found her dress suffocating.

It took longer than expected for them to reach the balcony where the royal family would be standing. Aunt Daeva was surprisingly awaiting them, her face stoic despite the special occasion. However, when Kisa drifted past her, she detected a sarcastic smirk as her aunt looked down onto her.

The warm sunlight welcomed her, but the deafening cheers made it slightly less enjoyable. She was honored for the citizen’s respect and belief in her, but she never liked having her actions restrained for the public image. Around her, the assorted cheers morphed into one chant: Princess Kisa!

She strode to the center edge of the balcony, her parents on either side of her. Her father started off the ceremony by raising his hand, which immediately silenced the crowd. However, he didn’t speak, but instead, placed his hand back to his side and stared up towards the sky. Everyone followed suit, including Kisa, who suspected the Goddess was to come soon.

A moment later, a bright star-like object flashed through the sky towards the spectators and hosts. Kisa quickly turned away, the intense light causing another headache and a swift bout of nausea.

It was until she could render darkness behind her closed eyes, that she dared to open them.

“Oh my sol.” In front of her was the Goddess of Estacre herself, with delicate wings sprouting from her back and white shimmering hair sweeping side to side. Her gentle eyes met Kisa’s and she flew towards her with grace similar of a butterfly. Her hands outstretched, a swirl of white light formed around it, and a draped crown manifested from it when they cleared up.

“Princess Kisa Auclair Laurel. Today marks the day you will turn 16 and receive your skill, completing the process of rightfully becoming the Crown Princess of Estacre. With this crown comes the responsibility of protecting your people and maintaining the unity among the kingdoms. With your necklace, comes a personal gift from me, a second skill that will come to based on you. Your personality. Your actions. Everything.”

She ended the elaborate speech by draping the crown over Kisa’s head, in which the moment she did so, Kisa could catch a glimpse of her necklace glowing. Suddenly, a pain overcame her, causing her to grip the railing besides her. Almost doubling over, she saw swirls of bright light, similar to that of the Goddess’ earlier, forming beneath her. Slowly, she felt herself being lifted up towards the sky, her grip released from the railing and now moved to the skirt of her dress.

White flashed appeared in her vision, the people underneath now blurred and her own screams muted to her ears. She didn’t know whether the crowd was still cheering, or if it was the constant ringing in her ears. Everything burned, from her shoulder blades to her feet themselves.

Suddenly, her vision grew completely black, replaced with a strong and powerful sensation as it flooded throughout her bones. She felt something sprout from her back and energy emerging from her fingertips. It was the feeling where she could rule the world right then had she desired so.

She shut her eyes, welling them to open with her remaining energy, hoping that she could finally see again. Beneath her, she saw a multitude of gaped mouths, with only the Goddess looking towards her with admiration. Kisa desperately looked around, wanting to find a way to descend, but that was the moment she saw them– White feathered wings.

“How– how is this possible?”

Her eyes darted to the other side, where she was met with the same result. A look at her hands amazed her further, with wisps of white light spiraling around them. Unexpectedly, cheers erupted from the ground once again, with the Goddess, making her way to Kisa.

“No! You fools! This wasn’t supposed to happen! Kisa looked down to see her aunt quaking, her face contorted with unflattering rage. She screamed, a blanket of darkness enveloping her, until what was left was a dark-winged woman, who would have been radiant were it not for the constant darkness encircling her. In the opposite direction, a shriek pierced her ears, where a woman pointed to the forest. From it, emerged an army of beasts, many similar to that to the one she and Kaleo had fought the previous day.

As if today was decided for emotions to conflict one another, a wicked chortle came from her aunt as she flew over to the army, floating above the center of them all.

“Katherine! Ever since I was born, my destiny was to receive nothing! I was always in your shadow! And now you–” Her pale finger pointed towards Kisa at the moment the Goddess arrived besides her, resting a hand upon her shoulder.

“You little wretch. You don’t deserve the power of Light, not after what your parents have done to me! I should be the most powerful.” A dark smile crossed her face, her eyes closed for a second until they opened up, filled with manic. “No worries though, for I now have the skill of the dark. Thanks to a certain deal I made, I’m now one of the most powerful of them all and I certainly don’t need some stupid codazic!”

She rose higher, dark spheres forming underneath her palms. “It’s time. To destroy you Katherine, and you dear wretched Kisa. I hardly doubt you’ll be able to strike back with your inexperience. Now my beasts, attack!”

With a familiar guttural howl, her aunt’s creatures charged towards the castle. Chaos commenced in all directions, and frightened screams pierced through the air. Kisa saw a bright flash in the direction of the castle, prompting her to look in the direction of it. Before she knew it, her parents burst through the light, transformed into warrior-like apparel.

“Guards!” her father boomed. “Attack!”

Without hesitation, her parents leaped from the balcony and joined the ensuing battle, her father manipulating strands of electricity and her mother, shards of ice. They directed it to the surrounding creatures, death befalling many with one blow.

“Princess Kisa we must get you out of here.”

She turned around, forgetting that the Goddess was behind her during all this. “But we have to help! I can’t stay up here forever–”

If she had something else to say, it would have to fight its way out when she saw a sight that silenced her. There, amidst the horde of bodies, swords, and knights, she spotted the one individual she wished wasn’t involved. “Kaleo!”

Kaleo glanced up to see Kisa above him, desperately reaching out, as if she could touch his hand if she believed so. He was about to return her name, to will her to safety, but then, he felt a hard force slam into his body. He slammed into the base of the castle, red drops dripping onto the ground from an multiple sources on his upper body. It raised its paw to strike again, but this time, Kaleo didn’t have a weapon to defend with. Instead, he screwed his eyes shut and accepted fate.

Perhaps it was the shock. Maybe her powers had kicked in. Whatever it was, she found herself besides Kaleo with a despairing cry resonating around the area. A burning rage flowed through her bones, and before she knew it, daggers of pure light spanned across her. With a flick of her hand, they all went flying towards the beast and the others near it, causing all to crumple down instantaneously. She fell against Kaleo, raising him up with newfound strength.


Her breathing heavy, she glanced up to see her parents sprinting in her direction with the Goddess beside, fending off anything that got in their way. Before she could call out– Before she could take a single step to shorten the distance– Kisa felt a beam hit the centerpiece of her crown, and the sky above her opened up to an array of stars with a pair of worried brown eyes in the corner of her vision, where it closed off to complete darkness soon after.

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Love For A Minute, Fight For A Lifetime

Do I have to explain the desire? The lust I felt when his kisses traced down my neck?

Do I have to explain the pain that came after? The constant battles that I suited up for even though, the armor chipped away in less than a minute?

“Hey Seraphina! Wait up!”

Elisse was approaching her from behind, her face red from her previous soccer session. Seraphina hesitated for a moment, contemplating on whether she wanted to sprint ahead and tease her later, or spare her. She deserves a break after today though.

“Are you going to Michelle Lee’s party tonight? I heard it was going to be the bomb! All the sports captains are confirmed to be going except you.”

“I don’t know if it’s my type E. Besides, I’m pretty tired from teaching the new freshmen how to throw punches and kicks. I don’t want to risk anymore pain by wearing heels.”

“You don’t have to! You can wear your flats instead! I know you have a whole closet of shoes Ser, don’t lie to me. Now please? Can’t you do it for me just this once? I need a wing girl dude!”

Seraphina looked towards the opposite direction, knowing that if she were to look towards Elisse, she’ll be tempted by her puppy-dog eyes. Even her whining was already getting to her. If anything, she might agree just to get E off her back.

“Fine, I’ll go if you quit bothering me E. Deal?”

“Deal! Yay! But can I help you get ready?”

“No, I can take care of it. Besides, I have homework to do and I can never focus with you.”

With a pout, Elisse stomped off and Seraphina was free to walk home in peace. It was only on Fridays that she got to enjoy this liberty. Her parents had always been so fearful of her getting kidnapped that she was always picked up by her personal limo driver. It was only recently that she got to walk home by herself, but even so, she knew there were hidden security guards around her. Sure, it made her feel safer, but she wasn’t the Queen of Boxing at Miriam High School for no reason. Honestly, she could do a much better job than any of the security guards assigned to her.

“Madame, it’s nice to see you home.”

Kicking off her shoes, she approached what once was her parents’ master bedroom. It has since turned into an altar for them and she promised herself that she would give them the respect and love they deserve even after they crossed the border of light.

“Mom. Dad. I wish you were with me still. It’s been a good day so far, but we’ll see. Dad, the company is doing well and mom, I wish you were here to guide me with your advice. I’ll update you tonight after a party I’m going to. Try not to worry too much.”

Sighing Seraphina stood up, and left for her own bedroom, wincing slightly as she put weight onto her left leg, her weakest point in the ring. The pain and workload tempted her to call Elisse and cancel their date tonight, but she knew she couldn’t disappoint her. After all, Elisse had been her closest friend for the last 10 years.

It was a quarter to seven when she finished her homework, where taking 3 hours for the assignments was an average time span for her. For others, it was god’s speed. Suddenly, her bell chimed, an indication of a text message. Pulling it up, a text from Elisse read: I’m coming to pick you up in 30 minutes! Better be ready Ser… 🙂

“Hey you should let me raid your closet sometime again Ser. Your outfits are the best and you never seem stressed planning them out. They just do the work for you.”

“Keep your eyes on the road E. The last time I was in a car with you, you almost hit a tree.”

“Hey! You promised to never mention that again! Hmph I’d like to see you drive a car one day.”

Just as she finished her sentence, the car screeched to a stop. Ser looked up to see to see flashing lights and the peaks of Michelle’s mansion. Every curb was lined with cars and she could already sense Elisse starting to cuss under her breath. Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the car seat and decided to enjoy the soothing sounds of Elisse’s ranting.

It took about 30 minutes for a parking space to be freed up, and another 10 for them to make it to the entrance of the house. Honestly, Seraphina didn’t mind, it just meant less time socializing with people. As one of the most esteemed individual at the high school, she always finds herself to be at the center of attention, and for once, she wished she got a break from the standards set.

“Seraphina! The Queen of Miriam High ladies and gentlemen!”

She had barely made it through to the bar before the crowd erupted into cheers at the sight and sound of her name announced. E had already gone off in the opposite direction, conversing with the other team captains. All Seraphina wanted though was a nice non-alcoholic drink and a nice corner on the balcony that wasn’t taken up with a couple making out.


– Hey Ser, I found the rest of the soccer team and other sports captains! We’re going out to eat dinner! You’re welcome to join us!

– No thanks

– Okay then! I’m going to dash, and wish me luck on this hunky dude from Frederick High I found! Remember to call your driver to pick you up when you’re done. Ciao!”

Downing her 4th safe mango margarita, she stared out at the night sky for a final time. The stars ahead were so far, yet so near, and when she reached out she felt as though she was one step closer to something meaningful.

“The stars are truly beautiful tonight, don’t you think? There’s so much promise that lies within each of them.”

Seraphina whipped around, meeting the gaze of a black-haired male. From the angle they were standing at, the shadows and balcony lights made it hard for her to make out his face. His green eyes glinted in the night sky, with a delicate smile brushed on his face.

“Do I know you?” She clutched the margarita glass, prepared to strike if she needed to.

He stepped forward where a shaft of light beamed from the moon, allowing her to recognize the figure as Kun Mik. He attended Frederick High, a high school for the guys compared to Miriam’s. He was every girl’s dream, and even for some guy’s. He wasn’t another rich, snobby kid like Michelle, but the heir of a law firm instead. With that, he held more money than Seraphina herself. He was also only 2 points behind Seraphina last time on the final exam and was the captain of the boy’s boxing team. Rumors had always paired the two up together, but this was the first time she got a close look at him.

“Admiring what you see?” he asked with a smirk.

“Keep dreaming boy.”

Seraphina turned to walk back inside, but he instantly grabbed her wrist. She glared at him as he realized his mistake and instantly released her.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted a chance to talk to you. Please forgive me. I only wanted to put a name and picture to an individual. At least spend some time with me, please?”

“If you want, you can escort me to the door, but try a move like that again and I’ll break your wrist.”

“Of course Ms. Wong. I wouldn’t dare cross you. Hey has that ever happened before? I heard someone challenged you once.”

“Yea…she couldn’t walk for two days afterwards though.”

“Hahaha as expected!”

Their conversation lasted much longer than she had expected, seeing as he waited for her until her driver arrived. He even arrived to the point where he could ask for her number without it being awkward. Seraphina smiled to herself as she read over his latest texts, which included a good night with a smiling emoji next to it. Turning off the lamp, she slipped under the covers, thinking that something was surely going to blossom from this.

“And the winners are Seraphina Wong and Kun Mik! Give a round of applause for our representatives for the sibling schools! These two will now face Karell’s and Lilac’s High finalists for the shot at the gold crowns that Miriam and Frederick High now holds. Now everyone, please take a break and the final match will take place half an hour from now.”

Seraphina wiped the sweat dripping down from her face, as she gazed over to Kun who was doing the same thing. The King and the Queen were what they were referred to now. Before Seraphina knew what was happening, she had started a relationship with Kun and now, she was in the final boxing match she would ever compete in for her high school. Soon, it’ll be a boxing college for Kun and her, and a soccer college for Elisse. However, her now magical journey with Kun would still continue on, and she couldn’t wait for her chance to finally experience true love.

“Hey there,” Kun whispered raspily as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “It’s the final match Ser. You ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“And Frederick and Miriam High continues to keep their gold crowns! Congratulations to King Kun and Queen Seraphina!”

With that, the rest of high school blew by as quick as the final match had ended. College began soon afterwards and even that sped by as though time seemed to be skipping instead of walking normally. By now, it was their last week at college. Day by day Kun grew to love her more and she felt herself opening up to him, especially when he saw her parents’ altar. He seemed to be the only one, besides Elisse, to understand her and treat her as a normal human being. Their wealth and social standing never became a topic and Seraphina was extremely content with the way they were. Also, even though they’ve been separated, Seraphina still kept in contact with Elisse and their relationship remained stable and caring all these years.

“Are these your father’s medals?” Kun asked as he investigated the different pins and stars.

“Yea, he was in the military. What was supposed to be his last mission was also the day my mother fell to her heart.” Seraphina stood up and stood beside him, stroking her father’s smiling face, as he cuddled a bundle of a screaming baby.

“Yea… I know how you feel Ser. However, mine were struck down by a drunk driver. It gave me satisfaction when I locked him away, and even more when he was picked on and beaten by his fellow inmates. I know that’s bad, but you can’t blame me.”

“No I really can’t.” She stared at an often beaming face that was now laced with haunted memories.

“Ser, promise me we’ll always be by each other’s side.” He gripped her hand, his eyes still focused on her parents’ belongings.

“I promise you Kun.”

“Ser? Ser? SER!”

She jolted as a hand laid on her shoulder, and was prepared to toss them over her shoulder.

“Whoa hey wait! It’s me honey.”

She stared into the green eyes she had grown to be addicted to. Was it wrong of her to fall in such love so soon? Of course, she didn’t really know. She just wished her mother was still here to give her advice. As she questioned herself, she let go of his hand and smiled apologetically.

“You know, if you had broken my arm, I wouldn’t have been able to do this.” Kun smiled devilishly as he knelt down onto one knee. However, his smug smile morphed into a concentrated frown once his knee hit the cement.

“Darling, just what are you doing?” Just as the last word escaped her mouth, she found herself covering it with both hands as he pulled out a red velvet box.

“Seraphina, you’ve made me the happiest man these past years. You’ve opened my eyes up to a whole new world and you’ve introduced me to a love that I’ve never experienced before. Now I want to save my words for the wedding vows, so all I have to say now is that I love you. Will you marry me?”

3 years… It only took 3 years for everything to change. The first year of their marriage was incredibly wonderful, with the both of them becoming professional boxers, as well as maintaining their other empires. Seraphina had also moved in with Kun, allowing Elisse to take control of her house and staff, though she visited once in awhile to pray at the altar. However, it was that fatal moment during the second year that had forced a new personality to emerge.

“And the former champion Kun Mik has lost his title to Mryan White! The King must give up his crown to a new one in town! All hail Mryan!”

“Mryan! Mryan! Mryan! Mryan! Mryan!”

With that, Kun spiraled down a path no one would have ever predicted, and Seraphina was trapped in the middle of it all. Brandy, whiskey, vodka. It was one or the others that she would smell on his breath when he came home from late nights out. However, there were times when her nose would be too swollen to smell it, as his fist connected with her face. One can be too powerless when their fists have been beaten by metal bats and the butt of a pistol.

“Kun please stop, please.”

“Shut up Seraphina! Shut up or I swear I’ll shoot!.” He continued to down his whiskey bottle, with the other hand holding a gun with blood dripping from the butt of the handle.

“Kun I beg you, come to your senses. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. Don’t you see?! You’re killing yourself!”

In a last ditch attempt, she lunged for his whiskey bottle and tried to wrangle him into submission with her recently healed hands. However, they’ve been fractured and broken so many times that they’ve grown to become weak, and of course she would have to say that they were a result of an accident. She had managed to knock the bottle out of his hand, but found herself spiraling into darkness soon after.

She woke up to what seemed like hours later, only to find him on top of her, staring menacingly with equally dazed eyes as hers.


It was now the third year into their marriage and Seraphina was close to 120 pounds as her stomach was near to its bursting point.

“There there my dear. We’re going to meet aunt Elisse today at the coffee shop. Just relax okay?”

It would be the first time in months she would be able to see her best friend. Kun had been drafted to fight in the war 7 months ago and Seraphina finally found some time to heal. However, the new love of her life reminded her of the burden she carried each day.

“Ser, how are you doing my dear?” Elisse questioned as she carefully embraced Seraphina.

“I’m fine and the baby’s doing alright. She’s been pretty calm. I’ve decided on a name too. What do you think about Stella?”

“I love it! Anyway, it’s time to get to the point to why we’re here darling. Are you committed to this plan? It’s my duty as a friend to help you, but you have to trust me.”

“Yes Elisse, I’ve made a decision. However, you have to promise me something else now. Promise me you’ll beat the bastard at his own game. He’s a great lawyer and I know many that have been going against him for years and haven’t won. This is your first official case, so promise me. PROMISE ME THAT YOU’LL WIN!”


“Push Mrs. Mik, you’re almost there!”

“Come on Seraphina. You’ve felt worse pain than this before. Just get the baby out.”

She glared at the man that once held her heart. He even had the audacity to hold her hand, putting on a play for the hospital staff.

No worries Kun. You can put on this act as much as you want, but you’ll get what’s coming to you soon enough.

“One more push Mrs. Mik!”


“Congratulations Mrs. Mik. You’ve won the right to divorce Mr. Mik and we’ll see to it that you have full custody over your child and he’s sent to prison for life without the possibility of parole. Due to his skills of being a lawyer, he’s released several drug dealers he defended, back onto the streets for large sums of money. Not to mention, he also abused and sexually assaulted you. However, you can finally relax now. You’ve done a great job hanging on and I wish you the best of luck ma’am.”

With tears in her eyes, she shook the hand of the judge and embraced Elisse with all her might. Finally, she would be free to carry out the life she deserved with Stella.

One day Stella, you’ll grow up to understand that everything happened for a reason. However, I hope you learn to love mommy’s company and forget about the man that was with you when I brought you into this world. For now, we can be each other’s strengths.

*vring vring*

Seraphina frowned confusedly at the private number before picking it up. “Hello? You’ve reached Seraphina Mik. How may I help you?”
“Hello Mrs. Mik. This is Officer Meades. I’m terribly sorry to inform you that the nanny you hired, Claire Clie, and your daughter, Stella Mik, have been struck down by a drunk driver when crossing the street. They died on scene…  Hello? Mrs. Mik? Are you still there?”


Thanks for reading story fanatics and I hope you have a great rest of the week! Also, just go where your imagination takes you and new worlds will reveal themselves!

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So Red Riding Hood Has Fallen for the Wolf After All (Scarlet Book Review)(Minor Spoilers Ahead)

Hey story fanatics! Long time no see! For today’s post, I’m back with another book review. I know what you’re thinking… Finally psychfinale I never thought you were going to post another one of these! To that, I say don’t worry because I have read over these books multiple times and I want to be able to spread the joy I felt when reading them.

Scarlet is the second book in The Lunar Chronicles series, in which it is a sequel to Cinder. This book is a science fiction that includes romance and dystopian worlds. I would highly recommend it for readers between the ages of 14-20, though technically, any age group can read it. Like the previous book, Marissa Meyer is the author, incorporating her creative, yet violent worlds yet again. Despite new characters being introduced, and their presence being enhanced in this book, Marissa did not leave the previous characters out. Instead, they served to play roles that further drove the story.

As the book suggests, the character introduced is Scarlet, the counterpart of Red Riding Hood. However, with Red Riding Hood present, the Big Bad Wolf cannot be far behind. In this case, the Big Bad Wolf turns out to be an adorable yet awkward fighter going by the name of Wolf, but his real name is unknown towards the beginning. Unlike the classic fairytale, Meyer placed a common yet satisfying twist, where Scarlet and Wolf display instant chemistry when meeting each other for the first time. Throughout the story, their relationship deepens and we can see how even the Big Bad Wolf has a hidden and heartbreaking past. In addition to Scarlet and Wolf, a multitude of characters are introduced, such as Throne, Wolf’s brother, and other thaumaturges (authorities of the Lunar government).

In my opinion, Scarlet flows extremely well, but is generally more calm and less blood-curdling than Cinder. Cinder was based on the tale of Cinderella, where readers can expect the cruel treatment Cinder, the main character, will receive from her family. Though Red Riding Hood’s plot is generally still intact, it focuses on both the journey for Scarlet to reach her grandmother, but what the tough, female heroine will feel for her classic mortal enemy. I cannot stress how good this book is, but it may not be too exciting for readers who usually read action-packed novels. In this case, I am one of those readers, in which I believe that this book receives a 4/5 only because I wished there was an event that really punched me in the guts and caused me to feel a strong emotion towards the characters, whether it’s pain or happiness. The reason for this is because the characters are all living in a dystopian world, where danger lurks at almost every corner.

Overall, I fully recommend you guys to pick this book up at your nearest bookstores since it consists of a well-written plot and an all-around interesting concept. It’s also quite noticeable since it consists of a black background with a red cloak spanning across, which is pretty mesmerising.

A Flick of the Stylus (Part 1)

     The sound of the pattering rain against the window broke Arielle’s concentration for the first time since she woke up. Her stylus was still midway, trying to sketch out the perfect dragon possible. They were always her weakest drawings, where they might have looked good, but they weren’t fit for fighting. A crooked wing or an elongated tail could be the noticeable key point in taking it down, and her little sister Sapphire was always there to prove so. Sighing, Arielle leaned back in her chair, staring at the ceiling, with the stylus clutched tightly in her hand. Sapphire… The name was like poison to her ears, with her parents immediately doting over her the minute she was born. Meanwhile, Arielle was casted aside like a piece of trash. Though Sapphire lived with money showering over her head, Arielle always had to fend for herself.

     Arielle set her stylus down on the desk, and stood up, tired of the pity party she was giving herself. Suddenly, the alarm clock on her bedside table chimed, indicating that it was 7 A.M. She groaned internally, as school was just another place where she was still overshadowed by Sapphire.

     She quickly threw on her school uniform and combed her hair, giving a quick glance over herself in the vanity mirror. Her bright red, pink, and purple hair brought out the ocean blue in her eyes, and though she was seen has one of the prettiest girls in the school, she couldn’t beat Sapphire whose deep blue hair complimented her deep blue eyes.

     Grabbing her tablet and stylus after saving the dragon sketch, she stuffed them into her backpack. With that, she headed out the bedroom door and descended the stairs to the kitchen, where the rest of her family was eating porridge by the kitchen counters.

     “Arielle… you were late coming down for breakfast, so there’s only a granola bar left for you by the door,” her mother said, not looking up from her breakfast.

     “If only you would wake up earlier sis ,” sneered Sapphire, her blue eyes glaring at Arielle. “But everyone knows you aren’t capable of most things, and this isn’t an exception.”

     The last comment barely reached Arielle’s ears, as she had already reached the door, being sure to grab the sad granola bar on the writing desk. Honestly, she would’ve refused it altogether, but she knew she wouldn’t have anything to eat until supper came along. The rain had stopped, yet the air was crisp and cold against her face as she made her way to school, hopping over potholes in the road and ducking under multiple fence posts through the same shortcut she’s been taking for 14 years. It was only 8:00 A.M. when she made it to the Renee Cordier Private School of the Virtual Art District. Despite the chilly weather, Arielle proceeded to sit down on the stone bench behind the school, known only to those who were brave enough to wander around.

     “Time for a little music…” Arielle mused as she quickly drew up a few violins, a cello, and a grand piano in a few seconds.

     As soon as she hit the play button, the pixelated instruments started to form before her very eyes. With a few adjustments and modifications on her tablet, they soon began to play together, each instrument in harmony with the other.

     “How fascinating. I didn’t know your students were this talented dear Evelyn.”

     Arielle gasped as she whipped her head around, coming face to face with the Headmistress Evelyn with Queen Vera Raine beside her.

     “Your majesty,” she said, dropping into a curtsy, before straightening and bowing to the Headmistress.

     “I have to say child, you are one of the fastest artists I’ve ever seen, not to mention that your art is simply beautiful,” commented Queen Vera, whose voice was unusually sweet, though Arielle could sense a malicious tone beneath it. However, before she could further pinpoint the true message beneath the comment, a request entered her mind. “Won’t you draw a few animals for me dear?”

     With another curtsy, Arielle quickly drew up a unicorn, pegasus, a lion, and a larger than life tiger. They formed with the colors of the stars, translucent with gold lines to indicate that they were still prancing around before them. It only took a few more strokes of the stylus until they truly had the colors of the galaxy. The purple, blue, and red swirled together, giving each creature a sense of elegance as they all leaped over one another, surrounding their artist and her superiors. Everybody had their own signature colors and these were Arielle’s. They represented the space beyond the world, where she would be able to express her art without the fear of them hidden behind the shadows of her sister’s art.

     “Bravo! Bravo!”

     Queen Vera seemed genuinely delighted while Headmistress Evelyn gave a soft smile with a nod of approval towards Arielle.

     “Oh how rude of me darling, what’s your name?”

     Arielle momentarily took her eyes off Headmistress Evelyn and looked at Queen Vera. “It’s Arielle Luna, Your Majesty.”

     “Oh Arielle, that’s a wonderful name indeed. Say, do you want to compete in the Midnight Trials? You have the skills and more to compete! Why, a person of your talents should not let them go to waste!”

     Arielle’s eyes widened in shock, for she had never imagined herself competing in the Midnight Trials. They were a brutal game, formed when the founders of the Virtual Art District had wanted to prove their skills in virtual art, in which they went to the virtual world at midnight. Only one could be worthy of being the best artist, and they had hoped to prove that by killing each other using their creations. This spanned for a couple of weeks until the only player left was Raymond, who took the role of King. With a taste for blood without risking his own life yet again, he created the Midnight Trials, where he recruited 23 of the best artists to compete against one another, drawing wonderful images that would come to life and attack one another, until only one individual was left standing. That person would then obtain a coin, be transported back to reality, and throw their coin into the wishing well, having been enchanted with borrowed magic from the Spellcasters District. This wishing well was only open to the victor and would allow them to make one wish. Though Arielle had always wanted a chance to wish for a better life, she didn’t possess all the skills needed in order to win.

     “Queen Vera, though it’s an honor, I’m afraid I have to refuse,” Arielle said, yet the moment the last word left her mouth, the Queen seemed to flinch, her hand gripping her own tablet harder.

     “Now Arielle, are you sure you don’t want to compete?” Queen Vera’s voice seemed to harden as she sauntered over to Arielle, circling her. “It’s a great opportunity to change how you want your life to be from now on. Besides, your sister already accepted my offer and it would be shame to see her beat you yet again. Take the chance Arielle, you can be destined for greatness and finally overshadow your sister…”

     As the last sentence was whispered in her ear, Arielle felt herself tensing up. The thought of beating Sapphire was tempting… perhaps too tempting.

     The queen straightened as she stared down onto Arielle’s eyes. “I expect to receive your letter of acceptance two days from now. Prepare yourself Arielle, the competition starts in one week.” She glanced back at Headmistress Evelyn. “I expect you to fill Arielle in on the rules Evelyn. She’ll need it.”

     With that, Queen Vera walked off, her guards rushing to her side from unknown locations. They were trained well, able to blend into their surroundings without anyone knowing.

     “Come Ms. Luna, I need to give you the rulebook,” Headmistress Evelyn announced, shifting Arielle’s attention to her that was trained on the retreating queen and guards earlier.

     Arielle quickly turned off her tablet and strolled behind Evelyn as they made their way up to the office. News spread quickly in the school and glances were sent her way as the students murmured to each other. Finally, the two reached the safety of Evelyn’s office.

     “Sit down Ms. Luna,” Evelyn said, as she shut the large oak doors to keep from others’ prying eyes and ears. Her cape swept along the carpet and as she reached into her desk drawer, Arielle made her way to one of the chairs in front of the desk. The rule book was placed before Arielle, who wasted no time in grabbing it. She flipped through the yellowed pages, noticing how this rule book already had highlights through the words and bookmarks along its sides.

     “That book belonged to my daughter, Melody. I think you’d have liked her,” the headmistress murmured wistfully as she stared at a picture frame on her desk.

     “May I ask what happened to her?” Arielle asked, diverting her attention from the book to Evelyn.

     “Because of that damn queen! Like you, Melody was forced to enter after Queen Vera saw her skills, yet she certainly wasn’t as good as the other contestants who displayed far more superior skills. In the end, she was struck down when the other contestants ganged up on her, something I’ll never forget.”

     By the time Evelyn had uttered the last sentence, she was shaking with rage. Her face was contorted as she reminded herself of the horrific events that took her daughter away from her. It lasted that way for a few minutes, and as sad as Arielle was, she was getting quite uncomfortable too. What could she say though? However, she didn’t have to ponder about a possible solution for too long, as Evelyn suddenly raised her head to look Arielle straight in the eye.

     “Ms. Luna, I will train you, but on one condition, you must win the competition.”

     “But my sister, Sapphire, will also be in the competition. She’s a much better artist that I am, not to mention more ruthless.”

     “Your sister is an exact replica of your mother, a heartless creature. I’ve seen how Sapphire treats you and your mother will certainly train her to overcome everyone without a single thought about you. She’ll sacrifice her own daughter in a flash, just like how she murdered her best friend’s daughter.”

     “Headmistress Evelyn, you must be mistaken! My mother’s skills aren’t as great as those of Sapphire’s and she most certainly has never killed anyone!”


     “Headmistress please calm down. Please…”

     It took Evelyn a few moments to catch her breath, and she regained her posture quite quickly, though new tears were brimming along her eyes. “Ms. Luna, you’re a sweet girl with a big heart. I’d hate to see you die from someone who has tortured you constantly, with the help of one who has tortured me. So, I suggest you take up my offer.”

     Arielle was speechless. Did her cruel mother actually do that? There wasn’t much of a benefit for Evelyn to lie. For the first time in forever, she was given a chance for her to free herself. Was it worth it? Was it worth it for the weight on her shoulders to fade? Was it worth it to avenge Melody’s death? Nonetheless, she knew what had to be done.

     “Yes. Headmistress, I accept your offer.”

The Lessons That Live On

As I look to the past, I remember the lesson that was always repeated to me through various quotes. My dear, dead nanny always encouraged me to seize what’s mine, for I deserve the world. Of course, she was skilled in taking what she wanted, so it wouldn’t surprise me if she ripped it off some of her sayings from famous poets. Nevertheless, I had always taken her word for it, seeing as she was the CEO of a major tech company, Light Moon. They made an assortment of items, ranging from some of the best security devices to holographic gaming. I swear it was every kid’s dream to have finally gotten their hands on the new Yu-Gi-Oh games, as if there wasn’t enough violence in the world already. However, it caused Light Moon to grow at a global scale, and soon, it became known by everyone. Poor grandpa, he never liked technology, only opting for a family business that would specialize in making board games. It seems grandma had bigger plans though.


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Grandma conquered the business world, and I remember being given several companies of my own. “Just a small gift for you darling.” It’s what she always said, even though I didn’t get to run them on my own yet. I was underaged, so I had hired managers helping me with that. Even in my adolescent stage, I was getting a taste of what power felt like and when I confessed to grandma, she only smirked and looked away. “This is only a taste of the victories and success you’ll be experiencing my love. Soon, you’ll want more, and more you’ll get if you follow my advice.”


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My love for grandma only grew stronger as the years went by, seeing as she was the only one there for me, especially after mom and dad died. My father had lung cancer and it was only a matter of time before he saw the white light, seeing he smoked 2 packs a day. Meanwhile, my mother’s undying love for her husband only weakened her, causing her to die shortly after due to heartbreak. Grandma took me in after that, and by being beside her, I began to understand more about the business world. I started making my own deals and negotiations soon after, using my companies as leverage to further strengthen them and grandma’s. It wasn’t a surprise before I became the Vice President of Light Moon, the step of the ladder that was just underneath grandma’s. I admit, I wanted her position more than ever, but how could I do that? She was family.


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“Remember dear, nobody can stop you from getting what you want. Nobody.”

“Nobody grandma?”


Nobody? I questioned this excessively because I knew what I wanted to get my hands on, but it would come at a very high price. What if I’m the one holding myself back? Then again, grandma said that personal weaknesses


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would only hinder an individual, so I had to learn how to get rid of mine. How could I argue? Grandma transformed Light Moon from a weak company when grandpa was in control, to the empire that it is today. She must’ve gotten rid of some of her personal weaknesses in order to do so.


So, are you proud of me grandma? The advice you told me was taken and I found myself to be surrounded by success. Of course, I do admit feeling a twinge of pain whenever I’m reminded about your death. It only makes me feel slightly worse that it was due to me. It’s quite sad how you always drank strong bourbon, since it only served to mask the taste of the poison.


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However, the pain that I feel deep within my heart can easily fade away when I see the money floating in my pool, along with the women. If you can hear me grandma, I hope you’re content with how it all ended up. Now it’s my turn to give advice to the young kids out there, to which I say treasure your love, but treasure your money even more.

A Christmas Rose

Hey story fanatics! Well, here it is! The final Christmas story, though it is sort of on the sad side compared to the joy you feel on Christmas Day itself. However, I hope you all enjoy this and remember, just go where your imagination takes you and new worlds will reveal themselves. Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year everyone!

A Christmas Rose

     A single snowflake fell onto the windowsill of the Lee residence, as Hannah Lee quickly roused herself out of bed, her body still sore after yesterday’s ordeal. As the steaming hot water ran over her body on the shower, the bruises were clearly visible, and she winced upon seeing so many of them. When one finally disappeared, more would pop up in its place; sort of like cutting the head off a hydra. After drying off her hair and throwing on a few comfortable-looking clothes from the floor, she hurriedly tied her hair up into a messy bun. It wasn’t worth checking her appearance, seeing as there weren’t any mirrors in her room.

     Down in the kitchen, she was met with a plate of bacon and eggs and a card from her mom laying next to it. Scoffing, she crumpled it up, knowing it was an apology on her mother’s absence due to work. It was always money over everything, even her own daughter of whom she casted to the sidelines. Once she finished, she halfheartedly began to pack her books into her bookbag, inserting a pair of earbuds into her ear, and locked the door behind her as she stepped into the harsh winter air. By this time, several snowflakes were falling, covering her head. For this, Hannah was glad she didn’t live too far from her high school, especially because she was starting to shiver. However, she knew what was waiting for her the moment she entered those doors, as it has for the past year now. A shove against the lockers, a trip, or a punch, it was all too familiar by now, and although she could fight back, she didn’t dare to. All her life she’s been dreaming of making it to Maelle Maine’s University, a prestigious school which only accepted those that managed to keep a GPA above 4.5 and who have never been in detention, suspended, and definitely not expelled. For most students, it was definitely hard considering most students didn’t bother abiding by the rules, certain that their parents would pay for them to attend the next best university.

     It was only 10 minutes before she reached the gate, squeaking as she opened it and let it go. She only made it about 10 steps into the school itself, when she received a hard shove. As she slammed into the lockers beside her, a clammy, cold hand grasped her neck, making it harder for Hannah to regain her breath.

     “Well, well, well, you’d think she’d get used to this now don’t you boys?”

     She glared straight into the eyes of Nathanael Greene, a notorious playboy and her long-time oppressor. A good punch to his face would teach him a lesson, but his entourage would surely come after her with whatever means possible, endangering her chances to go to the university.

     “Let me go Nathanael, class is starting soon.”

     She reached up to loosen his grip around her neck, but he only tightened it, causing her to choke. By this time, she was reaching up with both hands, desperately trying to get him to let go, but he didn’t budge.

     “Listen here sweetheart, I’ll let you go when I want to, and right now, I’m just not in the mood. Try agreeing to go out with me and maybe I’ll consider letting the rest of your high school go without a hitch.”

     “Screw you Nathanael and your pathetic group of guys who couldn’t bring a girl on a date even if they all tried.”

     Before she knew what was happening, her neck cracked as she was jerked back violently, then slammed into the lockers again. She crumpled to the floor, dazed once more as she heard the group chuckle and retreating footsteps.

     “Better watch out next time Hannah! I guarantee you won’t be this lucky next time,” Mason yelled, though his voice seemed far away, very far away.

     Suddenly, she felt two arms embracing her, helping her stand up. At first, she was limp, not used to the strange sensation of someone holding her to assist and not beat her. She opened her eyes slowly, not wanting to risk a terrible headache considering she still had a test for AP Chemistry today. To her shock, she came face to face with Mrs. Hellis, her AP Chem teacher.

     “Hannah, you okay dear?”

     Her eyes reflected such concern that Hannah didn’t have the heart to push her away. Instead, she half-heartedly nodded, not knowing what answer she could give that would convince Mrs. Hellis.

     “Mhm, and I’m not the toughest teacher around. Let’s get you to the nurse’s office.”

     “No, no it’s fine Mrs. Hellis. I can go there by myself, considering I’m used to this now. Heh, people were right when they said high school was hell.”

     “If you’re that against me going with you, I’ll let you have your peace. However, we have a lot to discuss about and I expect you to come to class after you’ve treated your injuries.”

     With that she walked off, her heels clacking against the marble tiles as it remained deprived of life except for Hannah standing there dumbfounded. For the 56 steps it took to get to the nurse’s office, she must have repeated about 56 cuss words, one for each step of the way. Was this it? Were her chances blown in attending the university, even though she didn’t even get a chance to defend herself yet? She soon reached her target and acquired an ice pack, though all it did was numb the pain of her head, and not her heart.

     *knock knock*

     Hannah cautiously opened the door, expecting to see a cross Hellis with arms folded across her chest, and a pair of demon eyes staring straight at her soul. Don’t blame her, anyone can have a creative imagination, even though they’re in high school. However, all she saw when the door closed behind her, was a sweet woman grading her papers, though she could’ve been filling out a form on Hannah’s recent encounter.

     “Um, Mrs. Hellis, you wanted to see me?”

     “Yes, come closer dear.”

     It wasn’t until Hannah made her way to the front of the desk that Mrs. Hellis abruptly stood up, as she rushed to Hannah, throwing her arms around her. With this, she stumbled, grabbing the desk for support. She wasn’t used to this, not at all. For as long as she could remember, she rarely had anyone hug her, unless they were preventing her from escaping.

     “Mrs. Hellis, what are you doing? I can’t say I’m used to this… Do you mind letting me go?”

     Slowly, she left her arms from Hannah’s waist, and instead, held onto her shoulders. Her blue eyes met Hannah’s brown ones, sympathy flooding through them in waves. It was a hard sight to look at, so all she could do was stare at the calendar hanging directly behind Hellis.

     “Believe it or not Hannah, I’m here to help you. I can’t believe none of the other teachers have stepped up, and I feel ashamed to not have noticed that you, one of my best students, was being bullied.”

     “It’s fine Mrs. Hellis, not even my mother has noticed,” Hannah commented with a smirk.

     Unfortunately, it was all but true, in which all her mother managed to do was rid her bedroom and bathroom of mirrors, though it was only after she had busted her hands on them. Suddenly, the bell rang, as it brought her back to the present. Hastily, she gave Mrs. Hellis what she hoped was a reassuring smile, and rushed to class.

     First period was hell, seeing as though she was still discombobulated from earlier. Every once in awhile, she would glance up to see her Calculus teacher staring at her. It was definitely uncomfortable for her, and she tried to avoid meeting his eyes as best as possible.

     “Miss Lee, can you come up to the board and solve this problem?”

     She looked up to see y=(x3+7x-1)(5x+2)written on the board, as she immediately began to cuss internally. This was obviously planned she thought, as she walked up to the board. Luckily, she still got the lesson down even though she felt as though her head was going to split, proven when she wrote down an answer onto the board:

y1= (x3+7x-1)D5x+2+Dx3+7x-1(5x+2)

  =(x3 +7x-1)(5)+(3x2+7)(5x+2)




     “You’re correct Hannah, now please sit back down,” the teacher mumbled.

     Like the miraculous thing it is, the bell rang just as she reached her desk. The periods blurred by, especially lunch, in which she often spent in the library doing homework. Soon, 7th period arrived and for the first time, she was uncertain to enter a classroom. Unfortunately for her, she happened to be sitting next to Nathanael as well. She didn’t know which situation was more uncomfortable honestly.

     “Class, we’re going to be doing a seating change today,” Mrs. Hellis suddenly announced, as the whole class groaned in unison. Most were already seated with their best friends.

     “What if we already like our seat Hellis?! I’m sure Hannah just loves sitting next to me right?”

     Hannah looked up to Nathanael smirking at her, though a dangerous message was hidden beneath his supposedly kind tone. Meanwhile, most of the girls were swooning over Nathanael and Hannah, considering Nathanael has never been attached to any girl quote like her before.

     Underneath the chatter, she managed to pick up, “Who does that stupid chick think she is? Nathanael is obviously mine.”


     The whole class fell into silence, everyone’s eyes trained on the she-demon in front of them. No one dared to speak while Hellis listed off everyone’s names as she went to every desk. Soon, everyone was assigned a seat, except for Hannah.

     “As for you Hannah, you’ll be sitting next to me from now on. Now before you object, I would honestly have to say that you’re one of my best students ever and I certainly need help grading test responses. I must say, some of them are pathetic, like many of your attitudes here.”

     Hannah caught the glance towards Nathanael once Hellis ended her mini rant. However, she didn’t mind the jeers and mockery of her fellow classmates if it meant she would no longer have to sit next to Nathanael. The class went by fast enough, especially since Hannah already went through this lesson during her time in the library. After class, Hannah was just about ready to leave, and with her earbuds plugged in, she attempted to make her way out the door. However, a firm hand gripped her shoulder, though it felt gentle and familiar.

     “Now where are you going young lady?” Hellis asked. “Please don’t tell me you’re walking home in this weather. For heaven’s sake it’s like a blizzard out there!”

     “Uhh, there really isn’t anyone that can pick me up Mrs. Hellis. I’ll be fine.”

     “Nonsense, you’re coming with me Hannah and that’s final, or the next grade you get will be an F.”

Threatened, Hannah succumbed to following Mrs. Hellis. The car ride was definitely uncomfortable, with Hellis constantly going on about the other teachers refusing her email on helping Hannah. However, she didn’t pay much attention for it, considering many of the families would threaten to sue her teachers if their precious sons and daughters were to be told off for bullying. Instead, she allowed herself to shut her eyes for a moment, in which she would need the rest to be able to finish her homework later.

     Hannah awoke with a gasp. It wasn’t like her to fall asleep so peacefully since she would always be creating some sort of death scene for herself. Though it was her goal to attend Maelle Maine’s University, she couldn’t exactly bear to live anymore if this was to be her life from now on. Lonely, depressing, painful, it was all too much for her to bear. She shook her head vigorously, determined to have these thoughts later, but for now, she had to find out where she was, and fast. All she could remember was Hellis driving her home, but this was obviously not her home. Grabbing the lamp on the bedside table, she cautiously made her way downstairs, where a whirring noise seemed to originate from. She made her way into the kitchen, her hand slightly raised to break the lamp on someone’s head if she needed to. However, all she saw was Mrs. Hellis covered in flour with an almost spotless black apron tied around her waist.

     “Hannah, good of you to join us now! I’m almost done with this cake and my son will be home soon! Why don’t you go freshen up and come down for dinner later?”

     Hannah didn’t want to disobey her, especially after seeing what’d she do if she got mad. Therefore, she ascended the stairs again, entering the room she was recently in. She took the time to scan her surroundings, in which it was a pretty large room considering Mrs. Hellis only lived with her foster son since she told the class she has and will never acquire a husband.

     Still exhausted, Hannah took up on that shower, turning the knob onto the red side. She hissed as the hot water rain down her body, but she soon melted into its warm embrace. As she stepped out of the shower, she realized a mirror was there, in which she was looking directly at it. Fear and resentment ran through her as she stared at her own reflection. Fear, because she didn’t know whether she could contain herself and the hate she always held for herself didn’t help matters. She ran her eyes over her own body, noticing how her hair still remained healthy even though she hasn’t had it cut in over 3 years. However, she was definitely lacking in the weight department, and she always wondered how she hasn’t fainted yet.

     “Hannah! Dinner’s ready! Hurry and eat because I know you still have homework to do!”

     Mrs. Hellis’ voice echoed throughout the house, but luckily, it only took Hannah a short time to dress and she quickly made her way downstairs. There, Hellis was sitting with what she assumed was her foster son. As she took her seat at the dinner table, she managed to get a closer look at him, and the first thing she noticed were his eyes. Though they were her favorite color, there was a soft, yet intimidating tone to them as well. His physical features were amazing, his muscular arms fitting perfectly with his slim figure. She knew she had to be wary of him, considering she’s never truly trusted anyone, though a part of her just wanted to bury herself against his chest.

     Hannah sighed as she finally closed her textbook and shut of her laptop. Dinner with Hellis and her foster son, who she found out was named Avery Wilson was rather fun, yet it was rather serious. Mrs. Hellis had insisted for Hannah to meet with her during lunchtime and to promise her she would treat her as a second mother, especially after she heard Hannah’s was on a business cruise for a month. Meanwhile, Avery was taking a year off college since it was undergoing renovations and she couldn’t help but notice the looks he gave her, and she found herself giving similar ones back. It felt weird for her, so she was glad when Mrs. Hellis finally drove her home. Hannah glanced at the clock and determining that it was too late to sleep anyway, she reached for her phone instead. Though it aggravated her on how she was so weak to actually do it, she found herself pulling up Avery’s name on her contact list. Before she had left, they exchanged numbers in hopes that Hannah would be able to get help if she was stuck on an assignment. However, she knew she was now calling for a whole different reason.

     “Hello? Is something wrong Hannah?” Avery’s groggy voice drifted into her ear, as Hannah cleared her throat and uttered what hopefully didn’t seem as a desperate voice.

     “Hey… I just sort of needed someone to talk to. Do you mind?”

     “Of course not. Anything specific you want to talk about?”

     “Not really… Hey Avery, have you ever been picked on before?”

     “I can’t say that I have. You know, mom told me you were experiencing some trouble at school and from what I’ve heard, you’ve been through a lot. I find talking about my problems helps rather than holding it in.”

     “I…” she paused, not knowing whether or not she should reveal her problems. He was technically still a stranger to her as well.

     With a shaky hand, she hung up the phone, immediately regretting the decision, but what could she do now? A few hours later, her alarm clock rang and she was glad it did since she was getting tired of studying. However, it was much better compared to meeting up with Nathanael again. She stared up at the beam of her ceiling, wondering whether she could tie her bed sheet into a knot, effectively hanging herself. It was tempting, but she would give it time. Perhaps a happy ending would come for her yet. For now, school was her priority.

     “Now sweetie, you should appreciate being with me,” Nathanael purred, kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear.

     “Nathanael, please stop,” Hannah whispered, tears streaming down her face.

     It was pointless to scream, seeing as though he had shoved her into the janitor’s closet and if anyone were to find them, she would be in trouble as well. It would be her word against his, and he certainly has more charm to wiggle his way out of trouble than her.

     “You know what, this is boring me. Let’s see what you have underneath Hannah.”

     “No stop!”

     It didn’t matter as he was already tugging at her jacket, trying desperately to get what he desired with over as quickly as possible, all while Hannah was sobbing. Suddenly, the door slammed open, as it hit the wall with a thud.

     “Now who the hell are you to disturb us…”

     Nathanael barely finished his sentence as he whipped around, expecting to see a wannabe student that happened onto the closet at the wrong place in the wrong time. However, he came to look at Avery, glaring at him with a stare that was similar to his mother’s the other day.

     “Get off her unless you want to go against me, and don’t even think about threatening my future here. Unlike the others, I’m not part of this school anymore.”

     By this time, Avery had easily lifted Nathanael off the ground by his shirt, but tossed him aside a moment after. Hannah rushed to embrace Avery, silently begging him to rescue her as she tightened her grip on his sweater. With that, she swept her off the ground and carried her to the nurse’s office, leaving the gang of guys screaming after them. Hannah, still heartbroken over what could’ve happened had he not gotten there on time, desperately held onto Avery, continuously sobbing.

     “Class, be sure to finish page 489 and 490 in your textbook. Also, the chapter 8 test will be next Wednesday, so come prepared then!”

Hannah had insisted on going to class after the morning bell rang, even though Avery seemed adamant on getting her home. As she made her way to the front gate, she was surprised to see not hear Hellis holding her back, although she didn’t mind. Peace was long overdue for her. She promptly stopped in her tracks, as she eyed Avery leaning against his car. Upon meeting her eyes, he broke into a smile as he slowly approached her.

     “Hey, mom’s working late today, so she asked me to pick you up.”

     “Oh… thanks.”

     She stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say, especially since she hasn’t been able to thank him yet.

     “Uh, so how’s your shirt?”

     “It’s dry now.”

     They stood there, both uncomfortable, until finally…

     “Enough of this, we’re late for something. Come on!”

     He grabbed her hand, dragging her to his car, as they sped off into the wealthier part of the city.

     Surrounding them were bustling streets and shops that seemed to endlessly line the streets. After what seemed like forever, they finally arrived a restaurant, decked out with lights that hung from the entrance. It definitely looked flashy, but she appreciated Avery’s gesture since it’s been quite a while since she last ate out.

     “Hannah, I think I’m falling for you…”

     The night was a blur after they ate, yet that one sentence rang in her ears loud and clear. The moon casted a light upon them, as if it accepted seeing them together, but Hannah was at a lost for words. Was it the wine that they had so cleverly snuck into the park and drank that prompted him to say this, or was there more? She looked up to him as he gazed down at her with his twinkling blue eyes.

     He embraced her once more saying, “I don’t expect you to feel the same way yet, but I’m just putting that out there now. Hannah, I think I’m falling for you.”

     Tightening his arms around her, resting his head against the crook of her neck, as she stood there, struggling with her emotions and how she truly felt about him.

     5 months passed by relatively quickly and all Hannah could feel was undeniable love for both Hellis, whose first name was Jean, and Avery. Avery was her first in most everything: her first love, her first kiss, her first friend that actually brought her to a concert, and many more. However, her love for Avery came second to her love for Jean, who treated her as if she was her daughter. The guys hardly ever got close to getting their hands on Hannah, especially if Hellis was nearby, which was often. If not, Avery was there to protect her. For once, life wasn’t so bad, and Hannah could see herself enjoying every step of the way. Until one day…

     “Okay, everyone, the tests are being passed out, so I don’t want to hear any talking.”

     As Hellis walked past Hannah, she could make out a wink as she handed her the test. It was their final test of the semester and Hannah had managed to hold the top position in the class. Just then, a gasp rang out.

     “Mr. Caines, what is that white bag?! Hand it over right now!” Hellis was standing over Alex Caines, yet another notorious playboy.

     “Screw off you old hag. Forget you ever saw that and walk away.”

     “I’m not repeating myself Mr. Caines. Hand over the bag now!”


     “NOW MR. CAINES!”

     “THAT’S IT!”

     All of a sudden, he whipped out a pistol from his backpack, firing 4 times directly at Hellis, who immediately crumpled to the floor like a wet paper towel. With a look of horror in his eyes, Caines directed the pistol to his head, and fired.

     The sound of the sirens still echoed behind her as Hannah trudged home, her hands stained with the blood of whom she considered her second mother. The medical officials had insisted on holding her back for her to calm down, but all she could do was hold onto Hellis and sob until her heart ached. Avery was there too, but his cries could not compete with Hannah’s, even when he held her against him. Was this what her life would be? An everlasting cycle of lost and despair that would only continue. The thoughts cycled through her head as the sleep she most definitely needed never came.

     School was different that day for everyone, as many students had ditched their classes. However, it was not because of a field trip or a hot new movie in town, but rather a girl. As the rope scratched and burned against her wrists, Hannah could only shrivel and cry as she received hard blows against her naked body. Though the flagpole offered some relief to the burning hot pain, it soon faded away as the crowd continued to cheer on the abuse.

     “Get that witch Nathanael! Show off your strength Kyle! Beat her until she’s unconscious Charles!”

     By then, blood was running down her forehead and into her eyes as she could hardly utter her prayers for a savior. Without Hellis, there was only Avery who had been caught up with buying flowers for Hellis’ grave. Right then, the sound of sirens approached the school as the professors and headmasters rushed to the scene. Laughing, the kids scattered about, knowing that even if they get caught, their parents would bail them out anyway.

     “Oh honey, you’ll be alright soon. Just hang in there,” an unknown voice said as they reached out to hold Hannah’s shoulder.

     By that time, Hannah found herself succumbing to the pain, as the ever welcoming darkness enclosed upon her.

      “You have one new message on December 25, 2016.”

   “Hey Hannah, I’ll be with you soon I promise! Just please, hang in there for me. Please! I love you.”

     The phone beeped as the voicemail ended, but Hannah was too engrossed in her drawing to respond to it. The floor created the best canvas possible, she thought, as she briefly admired her work.


photo L. B. Ehrler 2005© (CC BY-SA 2.5)

     “All it needs now is a bit of color.”

     As she whispered that, she grabbed her phone, sending a farewell text to the person who always showed kindness and came to her rescue. However, the time he couldn’t, was the time that really sent her over the edge. 

     Avery, I’m sorry. The words rushed through his head as he sped along the road, and prayed that what he read was simply because she broke his gift to her, or even a break-up one. For once, let my thoughts be wrong.

     He started to approach a red light, but seeing it turn green, he quickly sped up once more.

     Suddenly, he heard a honk as a pair of headlights blinded the right side of his face, glass shards cutting into his flesh. The echoing screech of metal against metal penetrated his ears. He screamed as his car broke through the fence, but it was only the sea that heard him as it crashed against the rocks where his body laid.

     It took a few days for the neighbors and school to realize something was wrong when they didn’t see Hannah attending classes for a few days. At the end, when the police eventually broke down the door, the first thing they saw was the rose. A horrific sight that was: that red, red rose.

The End

A Great Gift, A Greater Love

Hey story fanatics! I know, I know, I haven’t been updating for over a month! I am sincerely sorry for leaving you guys like that and trust me, it pains me to not be able to write and update more stories for you all. Geez, teachers just never seem to give you breaks… Anyway, this is a short Christmas story I decided to write, and hopefully, if I have time I’ll be able to write another one. Anyway, enjoy this story and have a wonderful day guys! Remember, just go where your imagination takes you and new worlds will reveal themselves. Love you all!

A Great Gift, A Greater Love    

     The leaves rustled on the trees as a cold breeze swept through the lonely neighborhood. Six year old Anna, bundled up in her coat and boots, kicked the leaves littered on the ground every step of the way, all while gripping her mother’s hand.

     “Mommy, mommy look! The leaves are all falling off the trees! Why is that?”

     “Well, the seasons are changing honey, winter is coming,” Lauren said as she gazed down at her cheerful daughter.

     It was the beginning of December, indicated by the falling of the leaves on the trees, along with the dangling hand-drawn calendar by their bed. Lauren had fallen on hard times after her ex-husband had left her after falling for a single woman he saw at their church. His gambling problems had racked in a load of debt and when he left, Lauren was left to pay them off. It had taken almost everything, and when it was over, she was left with just enough to purchase a small rent house where they could live. Suddenly, the sound of ringing bells disrupted Lauren’s thoughts.

     “Mommy, do you hear that sound,” Anna whispered, so softly that Lauren had to bend down to hear the rest of her sentence. Her big brown eyes gazed up at Lauren as she asked, “Can we go to it pretty please?”

     Lauren herself was mystified by the sound, as though it offered something magical and her daughter certainly deserved something magical at this time. Without a word, she scooped Anna up into her arms and started running towards the source of the ringing bells. They got louder and louder, and soon, Lauren came to face an extraordinary view as she stopped at the St. Lawrence Park. All around, people were bustling about, holding presents and bags with toys that peeked out ever so slightly. There were even multiple Santas ringing big brass bells, the most logical sources to the sound that the two heard a distance away.

     “HOHOHO Merry Christmas you two!”

     Lauren gasped, her hand instinctively tightening around Anna’s as she looked up to see a Santa Claus standing in front of her.

     “Hi Santa! My name is Anna and I’m 6 years old! Did you put me on the naughty or nice list?”

      As Anna was introducing herself, Lauren led her up to the man clad in a red suit, with a white beard surrounding his face, in which he made it seem effortlessly comfortable.

     “Well,” the Santa replied, bending down to meet her at eye level, “did you have good manners this year? Did you listen to your mommy here?”

     “Of course Santa! I was very good this year. I even helped my mommy draw our calendar this month. Maybe I could draw one for you and send it up into the North Pole one day!”

     “HOHOHO! I would appreciate that very much Miss Anna. Now, be sure to enjoy the toys around here you two.”

     The Santa Claus proceeded to stroll around, as he greeted other families, while Lauren led Anna through the park, being sure to keep her close. It took time for her to maneuver through the crowd, since it was incredibly crowded. Dozens of toy displays were set up, with the ooh’s and ahh’s the children echoing throughout the park. Suddenly, Lauren felt a hard tug at her hand, almost causing her to topple over. She was just about to yell “Anna,” but as she looked down, she could tell that her daughter was extremely fixated onto something, in which she was able to find out what it was a few moments later as they paused in front of one of the displays. In front of her, was a massive Minecraft Lego display, where all of the kids were frantically pushing each other around to get a chance to play it and to touch the pieces.

     “Mom, those are Minecraft Legos like the ones on TV… Do you think we can have one?”

     “I don’t know honey, those seem pretty expensive, but let me ask. Excuse me ma’am,” Lauren said, as she placed a hand on the shoulder of one of the people gathered around the display with an ID. “Do you know how much this toy costs?”

     “It’s about $100 ma’am. Would you like to purchase one?”

     “Uh, no. Not now, thank you.”

     Lauren led Anna away from the overwhelming crowd, glad to be able to have some sort of space to breathe. She sincerely didn’t want to bend down and face her daughter, whose eyes were already welling up with tears, but she didn’t have a choice.

     “Anna,” she whispered, bending down to meet her daughter in the eyes. “I’m sorry, but we just can’t get the Minecraft Lego Set. It’s too expensive and you know mommy is trying to save up money for some new boots.”

     “I understand mommy. I promise I’m not sad because I know you deserve new boots.”

     Just as Lauren was about to utter her next words, a cry was heard screaming, “Lauren!” She turned around to see Saye, her best friend,  rushing towards her and with a blink, had her arms wrapped around her.

     “It’s so good to see you and Anna here! Geez, here I am just trying to shop for presents for my nieces and nephews and I’m met with this crowd full of pushy people. You just can’t take a break around here can you? Wait, what’s up, why is Anna crying?”

     “It’s about a toy she wanted, but I can’t seem to afford it…”

     “Hey it’s okay Anna,” Saye said softly, brushing back stray strands of Anna’s back. “Christmas isn’t just about gifts, it’s about spreading happiness. Now come on, let me see your smile.”

     Almost immediately, Anna’s signature smile beamed from her face as her loss of the toy seemed to be forgotten.

     “You’re right Miss Saye,” Anna said wiping away the rest of her tears. “Christmas is about making people happy and I want to make mommy happy by having her save her money to buy her new boots that she wants.”

     Lauren’s heart swelled with joy at her daughter’s selflessness and a pang of sadness seemed to seep into her heart, slowly spreading. Her daughter, who had to suffer through such major changes in her life, never truly having anything, was being selfless for her. Although Lauren had tried her best to give Anna what she wanted, she always knew it wasn’t enough as her daughter struggled to have enough crayons and paper to draw pictures, or books to read. Perhaps, this could be her chance to allow Anna to have something that would make her truly happy.

     “Saye, can you take Anna home please? You know where I live don’t you? Do you still have the key to the house on you?”

     “Sure, I’ll bring Anna home. And of course I have the key on me. I use it to break into your house once a month, so it’s obviously vitally important to me.” The last sentence left Saye’s mouth as she bore a cheeky smile, gently nudging Lauren.

     As soon they left and Anna’s pigtails had disappeared from Lauren’s sight completely, did Lauren rush back to the display with the Minecraft Lego Set. If our daughter could be selfless, she would be too, and she didn’t hesitate to flag down a person working there to purchase the toy from. The moment she had finally placed the last dollar into their hands, a rush of relief washed over her as she held the giant present box against her chest.

     Christmas soon came and it was a miracle Lauren had managed to keep the gift out of view from her daughter in their severely cramped home. She didn’t sleep a wink, staying up all night to assemble the display for Anna to be able to wake up to the present of her dreams. As the sound of pattering feet came rushing towards her, Lauren braced herself.


     The moment Anna came into her view, she immediately paused, her eyes widening and her mouth in the shape of an “o.” She approached the set-up gingerly, reaching an arm out to touch it and then retreating it back almost instantly as if she was scared it was a dream. Another touch and a grasp was all it took for her to rush into Lauren and burst out crying.

     “Mommy, you didn’t have to, but thank you! You’re the best mommy ever! One day, I’ll make this up to you! I’ll never forget this forever and ever!”

     As those words sunk in, Lauren found herself crying as well. She hugged Anna with the intensity of a bear.

     “My sweet daughter, all I ask of you is for you to work hard. Study as hard as you can and make me proud. Remember, I’ll always love you with all my heart.”

     The two remained in each other’s arms until their stomachs growled, in which they broke away giggling as Lauren stood up to cook breakfast while Anna played with her new present.

     Anna stood over her mother’s grave, an umbrella held over her head by her personal assistant as it shielded her from the intense rays of the sun. In her hands, she held a Lego character piece, presenting it to the grave as she kneeled down.

     “Mom, you were the light of my life. You always knew how to make me happy and you pushed me to do my best every time. I promised you I wouldn’t forget this moment, and I never have. You showed the most love and selflessness out of everybody that Christmas day. Despite having nothing, you went out of your way to give me something. I remembered you would rarely go out since you didn’t want your feet to be terribly cold, considering you only had a pair of sneakers after you couldn’t afford the boots you wanted. Thank you mom for everything, and I hope you appreciate the things I’ve given you. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be where I am today.”

     Once she set down the Lego character piece onto her mother’s grave, she rose up. A few tears had managed to escape again, as if she hadn’t cried enough. Straightening herself once more, she gave a final look at the tombstone.

 In Loving Memory Of

Lauren Nguyen

(1941 – 2016)

A Beloved Mother And Best Friend To All

May Her Love Never Be Forgotten

My Superman

He flew high into the sky, his cape flowing behind him. I remember it being a bronzy color, unique compared to other superheroes, though it was his greatest weakness.  It held him back when the container trapped him, but he didn’t struggle, even though his arms and legs were free. I guess he lacked the power to escape, and yet, I couldn’t help him. When he finally did escape, he slumped to the ground like a ragdoll, and the medic came, only one. It was a woman and when I looked into her eyes, I saw hope, more than enough to revive my Superman. He would wake up with a groan, a growl afterwards and the medic burst into tears. I think she was glad, that my Superman got his powers back. She couldn’t possibly be mad, it’s not possible at all.

My Superman slowly began to stay out more, and he couldn’t attend his “normal job” as often. Perhaps he was busy saving or helping other civilians, such as preventing a car crash or assisting an elderly lady across the street. The nurse seemed to miss him too and she visited me often, more so than he did, but she also had to work. I was left in the care of retired superheroes, where one couldn’t harness his power to fly anymore, so he helped make the parts that allowed others to. The other one still held her powers, the powers of healing and she used them to care for me. Her dry, old hands may have felt rough to others, but her touch made me feel safe, like I could just curl up inside her arms and no evil could even come close to me. The moment she let me go, I was whisked away by an unknown assailant, who wore a bronze cape as well, to my surprise. They locked me in a dark dungeon, with a door that was so high off the ground, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to free myself.

‘Superman,” I screamed. “Superman! Please come help! PLEASE!”

I don’t remember how long I screamed. My voice grew hoarse and I felt my body giving away; even the tears stopped running down my face.

“Superman…,” I croaked. “Why aren’t you here yet?”

Suddenly, I heard screaming, and it grew louder as the source of the voice came closer to the door. I believed that it was Superman, but as the door was thrown open, I realized my prayers had attracted a different person. It was the one who had the powers of healing and she looked radiant, as though she had drawn the last of her powers to come to my rescue.

“My baby,” she cried, as she picked me up. “Nothing will ever happen to you again…”

That was when the screaming started once more, though it was much louder. The one with the healing powers told the nurse of the events that happened and the cries the nurse uttered were those of misery. She constantly screamed at Superman, shielding me from the fight and Superman himself. To my surprise, Superman screamed back and he often turned to the container, which no longer was his enemy, but his escape instead. He grew more violent and soon, he disappeared altogether.

“Where’s Superman Ms. Nurse?”

“He’s gone honey, you don’t have to worry about him again.”

So, I left it at that and now, when I look up into the sky, I no longer imagine Superman flying high over the city, doing the heroic deeds he used to. Now, I see the nurse, my nurse, as the Superwoman in my life.


Dedicated to my mom and grandma, the superheroes in my life