Written in 2008 for a creative writing class. This is a Twilight fanfiction. Twilight is (c) to Stephenie Meyer.
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Murphy's Law was my constant companion.
I realized with some disdain that my life was just a big ball of irony all strewn together and weaved in odd ways that would probably discourage most. But somehow, I was a fighter. I didn't give up… and I didn't know why.
I had lived a life of butchery for quite a while before I came to my senses and realized that what I was doing was wrong. Terribly, horribly and disgustingly wrong. For years, I had survived on the blood of others. Never did I spill the blood of my allies or those which had good intentions. No, I was sane enough to realize who deserved death and who didn't. But who was I to judge whether or not a man died? I was not God. And that realization came to me when my eyes were finally opened to the wretchedness I had been a part of for so long.
I didn't exactly remember how or when this realization came to fruition, only that it happened and I was glad it had.
The lust for human blood was not something that should be… encouraged. I knew that, so I ran from my previous life, ran from everything that could drag me back down into those deep, dark pits of Hell.
When I met the Cullen family, I found their… erm… "diet" to be rather odd, but acceptable. Feasting on the blood of animals rather than humans was a very difficult transition (human blood is much more desirable than that of an elk), but I had managed. I had made sure I would manage because of one member of the Cullen family. Technically, she was not biologically related to them (but neither were any of them), and I fell in love with her upon laying my crimson eyes on her.
Alice Cullen was the love of my life. The fact that we were brought together was not just mere happenstance, either. You see, Alice possesses a gift. It's much stronger than mine (which is to manipulate the emotions of those around me). Alice is able to look into the future. She saw who I was and that we were going to fall in love. Ironically, I had thought that I would never fall in love. Who would want to be with a monster like me?
But Alice's love was just one example of the irony that was my life. The more recent happened just as of late.
I had been sent on a mission provided by my mother figure, Esme Cullen. I was to seek out and retrieve food items (yes, human food items) for my brother's girlfriend. Edward, my younger brother, was better at maintaining his hunger around humans. He had a harder time with his young, human girlfriend, Bella Swan, who had extraordinarily… delicious-smelling blood, especially to Edward. But he was in love with her and determined never to take her life from her.
I never really understood their connection; I had never had a strong connection with any human during my "afterlife". But, I enjoyed Bella's company and was glad that she was coming over for dinner that night. Esme was bubbling with joy, of course, and Alice was giddy with excitement.
This may have explained why I was left in the supermarket… alone.
My family often saw me for who I was not. Other than Alice and Edward (who had an intriguing ability to read minds), my family thought that I was strong. Of course, they knew that I was the one out of our coven that was struggling the most, but they put too much confidence in my self-control. I had always portrayed that to my family- the strong one, the calm one. I was useful to them in that way. I, after all, had the useful ability to control the emotions of those around me… which helped a little when you had a house full of hungry vampires trying not to gouge into the flesh of an innocent, seventeen-year old girl who was in love with one of your siblings….
But I was indeed much weaker than they perceived, especially when I hadn't eaten for a while. Two weeks without food was about my limit. I could barely control any part of my body beyond that. But I was trying to make it longer, trying to make myself stronger. It was difficult, especially when I was surrounded by potential… meals.
And since supermarkets were not full of trees and elk like the forest, but rather clueless, helpless humans that could not escape me if I snapped, it was very… very difficult.
I managed to weave my way through the aisles, holding my breath most of the time. I technically did not need air to survive. My lungs burned for it, but oxygen was not what kept my life going. So I could hold my breath for a very long time. Indefinitely, if I had to, I supposed.
I was close to being done with my shopping trip and stopped at the shelf that held the raw meats- hamburger, roast, bacon, etc. I was about to reach down and pick up the package of raw hamburger in the highest brand name there, when I heard some giggling behind me. I often heard many noises behind me. Sometimes, having extraordinary hearing could even distract me with the conversations that were being held around me.
I chose to ignore the giggling and continued rooting for one of the packages that contained the most hamburger meat. Another round of giggles, louder this time, and I was starting to get curious about what could be so entertaining behind me.
I carefully lifted the package up and turned my torso slightly to place it in the shopping cart. My eyes flitted over to the source of the laughter.
Three young girls, in their mid-teenage years I would have guessed, were standing not that far away from where I was. Two of them were taller. One had short, red hair and the other had long, brown hair piled atop her head in a heap that was supposed to be "stylish". The shortest one was the most animated. Her hands never remained in one place for more than a few seconds. She had about shoulder-length, sandy hair that bobbed around whenever her head moved… which was quite often.
After my split-second deduction of what the situation was, I was back to picking out a second package of hamburger.
"I bet that Bella girl doesn't know what to do with herself." One of the girls giggled. I turned my head slightly to catch who had said it. The shorter one with sandy hair. A smile tugged at my lips.
"Yeah, all those beautiful Cullen boys all over the place. Of course, Edward is the only one available," replied the red-head. "But, I really don't understand. I mean, he was never interested in any of the girls at school until she came along." This line was said with a bit more venom than the last.
I rolled my eyes.
"Hey, isn't that a Cullen over there?" whispered the brunette. She was trying to be stealthy, unaware that I was able to hear even the lowest of whispers.
My smile disappeared when I realized they'd taken an interest to me. I sighed and attempted to ignore the rest of their conversation as I continued shopping.
But it wasn't thirty seconds later that I heard the sound of footsteps approaching me. I tried not to turn to face the stranger, even though my body automatically reacted defensively. I didn't enjoy people sneaking up behind me. But, I was likely to scare the person approaching me if I suddenly whipped around and stared them down like some sort of predator. So, I let the person approach on their own.
I felt a very soft tap on my left shoulder, almost too soft to feel on my hard, granite-like skin. If I hadn't just been attuned to my surroundings, I most likely wouldn't have noticed the gentle nudge.
I tried to look normal, even a bit surprised, as I turned to face the stranger.
The sandy-haired girl was smiling back at me.
Okay… so I didn't have to fake the surprise much. In reality, I had half-expected it to be some sort of store employee asking me to move aside so that he or she could re-stock the shelf. Even part of me had hoped it was Edward or Alice, coming to save me (or at least keep an eye on me, even if it did irritate me to have babysitters…). I certainly hadn't expected a girl from my own high school, let alone one that I had scared quite a few times, to come within even three feet of me.
"You're Jasper Cullen, right?" She asked with that inflection in her tone that reminded me of a bad eighties movie.
I quickly gathered myself together again and smiled at her. "Yes, Ma'am. What can I do for you?" Instinctively, I sent out an easy vibe, one that would calm any fear she might have felt.
The girl looked back at her two friends, who were now staring at us with wide-eyes, and then back at me. "Do you know Bella Swan?" She asked with that same inflection. She tilted her head to the side, clearing falling for my pleasant wave of calmness.
"Yes, I do." I answered politely. "Why do you ask?"
"Isn't she, like, your brother's girlfriend or something?"
"That is correct." I nodded once. She didn't respond then, and instead chewed on her bottom lip in thought.
"Is… that all?" I asked, wanting to escape the situation now that my oxygen supply was dwindling. I may not have needed air to live, but I needed air to speak.
The girl looked back at her friends again. The two teenagers giggled annoyingly and scurried away. I had a feeling that I was the victim of some inside joke I hadn't heard.
"Oh, nothing." The girl sighed in response to my question. Her eyes lit up then, as if she suddenly realized something. "Oh, sorry," she said, blushing. "I should have introduced myself. I'm Whitney." She held out her hand.
I looked at her once before my eyes trailed down to her hand. Smiling, I took it in my own and bowed as any gentleman would. I already knew who the girl was. She had passed by me many times in school and her mother had invited Esme to a garden party once. In fact, I knew most of the faces in Forks, if not all. The town wasn't that large and the population was small. But, I allowed Whitney to believe that she was being polite anyway. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Whitney."
That was it. The last of my oxygen fluttered through my lips with those words. I stood back up, not allowing the discomfort to show on my face at all. I would wait for her to leave before I let myself take in another lungful of air.
But Whitney didn't leave. After letting go of my hand, she spun around and leaned against the grocery store shelf.
"You had my Trig class last year, right?" She asked.
I blinked at her in confusion. Why was she still here? Had I made her too calm? Did I need to instill some fear in her to make her go away?
I didn't want to use my power in that way. People rarely approached me or talked to me and I was a little curious as to why this young girl was attempting a friendly conversation with someone that scared most people. I looked around again for her friends, but they were nowhere close to us. Perhaps they had put her up to a bet or a dare. I sighed internally and rolled my eyes quickly. Kids.
I realized, after just a second of pondering this, Whitney was still waiting for a reply. To reply to her, I needed to take a breath. To take a breath, I needed to be away from her.
I craned my neck around as far as I could, as if I were going to sneeze, and sucked in air sharply. The taste of her scent danced on my tongue, making saliva form at the corners of my mouth, but it was bearable. I sneezed just for show and turned back to her, holding all the air I had re-gained, in my lungs.
"Yes, I did." I replied quietly. "Did you have a question?"
I saw her nose wrinkle just a touch at the mention of tutoring, but she shook her head. "Nah, I was just wondering. Do you think Varner is a little uptight?"
I wasn't expecting such a straight-forward question. Given time to think about it, I probably would have said yes. Mister Varner could be a somewhat "uptight" teacher, I supposed. But I didn't have time to think and I was caught off-guard. I raised an eyebrow and replied, "No."
Whitney shrugged. "I just think he should lay off a little, you know? He likes to, you know, make you suffer in class. Like, the other day, I was taking notes and I missed one question he asked. He about bit my head off for it."
I frowned a touch. Why was she talking to me about such trivial things? I was on a schedule and she was causing me to run late. I wished this little game I was caught in, this dare or whathaveyou, would end so that I could leave in peace. But, Whitney showed no signs of moving.
"He is a teacher," I tried to explain; "he deals with many students that misbehave more than you or me. When I was in his class, I received the same treatment." That may have been a small lie. In truth, every one of my teachers enjoyed my presence. I made sure of it.
I picked out another package of hamburger, trying to give my guest a hint that I needed to leave, and cut off all pleasant vibes radiating from my mind. Instead of inserting emotions, I just let her regular feelings come back.
I recognized when her senses came back to her, because she blinked a few times too many and shuffled her position a bit. She turned to look at me again and gave me a soft smile.
"Well… it's been nice talking to you, Jasper." She said quietly.
I could tell that the fear was back in place. I smiled and bowed my head a little in understanding.
In that second… everything changed.
Whitney turned away from me and pushed off of the counter with her hands. I heard a gasp come from her as she yanked her hand away from the counter. Instinctively, I took a breath to ask her what was wrong. But then… the smell hit me.
I had smelled human blood before, but it was always at a distance. Never was I so close… and so… hungry. She raised her hand to her face, staring at the small slice in her finger.
"Ouch, dang it. Stupid counter."
Her words seemed to be in slow motion as I stared at her. Immediately my body tensed and I prepared a crouch that would start out my attack. Venom flooded my mouth, flowing down my throat. My stomach burned with the white-hot intensity that came with the hunger. A red haze clouded my vision and my better judgment.
I was a predator now.
I could feel every ounce of humanity leaving my body, just trickling away from my conscience. Every feeling, every moral was masked completely by the hunger. Whitney was no longer a human being in my mind. She was a meal. Food.
Not even a second had passed as I considered these things. Whitney was still taking the same step away from me, holding her blood-smeared finger in her mouth. It didn't matter. That wouldn't help. I could still smell the crimson, iron liquid.
I felt my body turn toward her just slightly, not enough that she would notice. I looked around. Our aisle was all but empty now. There were two younger people shopping together at the other end of the aisle, but they were leaving. Soon, Whitney and I would be alone. And I would kill her.
The word "kill"… it sent a wave of shock through my body. An inkling of my humanity came back to me for a moment, registering in my mind that killing a human was a bad thing. But my instincts took over again and I didn't care.
Alice and Edward should have known. They shouldn't have left me alone in this store, no matter how much I hated being babysat by them. They should have realized that I wasn't yet ready. That my previous lifestyle was still fresh in my mind. That I was still a killer, a monster.
And why hadn't Alice seen this coming? Why hadn't she gone with me just to make sure everything would be fine? Was she so focused on Bella that she didn't care what happened to me? No, I couldn't believe that. Alice loved me. She would throw me to the wolves.
But then, what could explain her reason for not being here? Even now as I pondered different ways of killing this young, innocent girl? She should have seen it by now. She should have known.
The less civilized part of my mind sent out a wave of comfort for Whitney. I no longer wanted her to leave. I mixed the comfort with a curiosity and an attraction to get her to come back. She still hadn't fully taken the step away from me.
I knew it was now or never. I needed to make her death quick so that she couldn't alert anyone to my presence. I scanned the ceilings for the security cameras. There was only one black orb attached to the ceiling near us, but my sharp vision told me that the camera was pointed the opposite way. The revolutions were slow for the cameras in this store. I often tried to avoid them when I came here, so I knew that I had exactly twenty-five seconds until the camera would rotate to face me. Twenty-five seconds to kill her and find some sort of escape.
The escape didn't really bother me right now. Although I knew there was but one entrance and exit to the store (which were at the front), I was not bothered with this trivial problem that I would solve once the dirty task had been accomplished.
I took a step toward her… and froze. Something like a brick wall slammed into my mind and I couldn't move from the shock of it. It was as if the electric pulses in my brain had shorted out and couldn't get a message to my legs to move forward. Whitney had barely taken her first step away from me.
Surprised by this sudden "walled" feeling, I paused in my attack. What was going on? I focused my vision on Whitney and my instinctual thoughts were irate. She was getting away.
"You can do it, Jasper. You won't hurt her."
The voice startled me. I quickly looked around, but Alice was nowhere in sight or in the range of my hearing, which was a good mile or two. How had she spoken to me? As far as I knew, none of my vampiric family was able to insert thoughts into another's mind like Edward was able to read them from someone's mind. This was a feat that had not yet been accomplished by any vampire I knew of. How then?
I felt the wall loosen and inched my body forward when another shield came up around the helpless, human girl standing in front of me.
"Be strong, Jasper. I know you can do it."
"Where are you?!" I demanded in my mind. I had convinced myself I was being tricked. It was as if someone somewhere was watching me and I couldn't see them or hear them. I took another step forward.
There was not a wall that stopped me this time. There was a picture. An image in front of my mind's eye, obscuring the view of Whitney just beyond the picture.
The picture I saw was Alice. She was perfect in every way, of course. Her pale, granite skin glowed lightly in the artificial lights of the store. Her short, spiky black hair was styled as it always was, sticking out in every direction. Her full, red lips were stretched wide in a smile that showed her brilliant, white teeth. And her golden eyes… were staring at my dark, black ones.
She did not stare at me in horror or disgust. There was no look of disappointment on her features. Instead, her smile was reassuring. Comforting. As if she did think I was strong enough… somehow. As if she didn't see me as a monster or a murderer. As if she knew something that I did not yet.
"I love you, Jasper." The image whispered to me. Her voice was so clear, so beautiful in my mind. It was almost like she was actually there with me. My eyes flickered from the image of my beautiful wife to the innocent girl that was still facing away from me. The hunger rose up again, nearly throwing me over the edge.
But I concentrated on Alice. Beautiful Alice. The one who'd always believed in me from the beginning. Even when I had not known her, Alice had believed in me. She knew I wasn't a monster. She knew I didn't want a lifestyle of torture and murder. And she helped me attain what I desired most: to be loved. Truly loved, too. Not loved for my power or strength or intelligence. Loved for who I was, no matter who that may be.
I felt my body relax slightly as her face still stared back at me, never blinking once. I straightened my slightly-hunched position and closed my lips.
"Hold your breath." Alice and I both told my mind. I immediately cut off all air flow into my lungs. It was difficult at first. I desired to smell the girl's blood again. But I managed to keep myself from breathing. The venom in my mouth, the ache in my stomach, it all began to recede as my humanity began taking dominance once more.
I cut off all emotional vibes I was sending out and watched Whitney take a few more steps away as Alice's image began to vanish from my vision. The girl turned once to look at me with a soft smile.
I smiled back.
"Well done, Jasper," Alice's voice praised in my head, "I am proud."
I closed my eyes and smiled. Perhaps I didn't need Alice or Edward's physical appearance with me after all. Perhaps they were both right. Perhaps they had been right all along, and I had never given myself a chance. Perhaps I was stronger than I thought.
Murphy's Law was my constant companion. But now I know how to deal with my little friend.
I would not be a killer. I would not be a monster. Not today, not ever.
Monday, March 29, 2010
.:Psycho:.
Written in 2008 to go along with this picture I drew: http://supercoolninjagrl.deviantart.com/art/Psycho-97607571
WARNING: Rated R for gruesome images and gore
DISCLAIMER: A.J. Courman is a werewolf. She is MY character. If I see anyone using her or another character that resembles her too closely without my permission, I will consider you a thief, hunt you down, and KILL YOU. "Psycho" lyrics are (c) to Puddles of Mudd
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Maybe I'm the one who is the schizophrenic psycho.
I raised my hand to my face, taking in the full image of the beating heart in my hand. It was still amazing to me how the human body could survive for just a short second after its main control was ripped from it. It was also amazing how this muscle, this organ sitting in my palm, was still moving... still pushing blood to the arteries that no longer existed.
Slowly, the beating came to a dead halt and relaxed, the heart becoming a ball of mush in my palm. The blood dripped from the shredded veins and arteries through my fingers to splash onto my legs underneath me.
My eyes, focused on the task at hand, shifted from the heart to the victim who no longer owned it. Such a pretty, young face. His flesh was still pink with color, not yet taking on that look of death. His eyes were closed, thank goodness. I wasn't sure if I could take staring at his eyes.
The only problem with the beautiful picture before me was the gaping hole in his chest. The one that was sputtering blood like some sort of gurgling fountain that had a kink in the pipe. Past the red liquid that stained his white tee shirt, I could see the off-white color of bone. His ribs. I had had to crack a few of them before my hand would fit through the hole to rip out his heart.
I felt a sudden pang of guilt and remorse for the poor, young man, but it was quickly swept away as a new feeling entered my mind. Glee. Excitement. Thrill.
Somewhere, in the back of my suppressed conscience, I knew that such feelings in this situation would be considered monstrous, evil, abominable. I was a killer, a murderer.
That word registered in my mind for a moment as a bad thing, but again, with instincts overriding my brain, it was gone just as quickly.
I knew that once I woke up from this nightmare I would be horrified. I would cry for hours upon hours, re-living this memory again and again. I wouldn't eat for another full month until my disgusting and wretched fate seized me once more. I would suffer. I would hate myself.
I was beginning to become accustomed to this. Nine years of hatred toward myself. Nine years of suffering. It was normal for me.
Even now, as I turned my palm over and let the dead organ slip from my hand, I knew that this was all my fault. This death, among others, were all because of one choice. One small decision I had made when I was a child.
The heart landed with a squishy, wet sound on top of his chest. I raised my hand to my face and smeared his blood down my cheek. This action was not my conscious doing, but that of my master's. He liked to rub it in a bit- as if I weren't suffering enough.
Anubis was only good for one thing. He blocked emotions. I suppose that's how I could be such a cold-hearted killing machine. I never felt remorse, never felt guilt or sadness during the hunt. Those emotions would distract me from my goal. So Anubis took care of that by wiping my mind clean of all thoughts, all emotions, all free will. I was simply an animal. A tool. A machine for him to use. He would give me back my free will when the sun rose and the full moon was hidden by its light. He would give me back my thoughts, my conscience, my emotions.
And then he would sit back with a smile on his face and watch me suffer.
And it would happen all over again the next month.
WARNING: Rated R for gruesome images and gore
DISCLAIMER: A.J. Courman is a werewolf. She is MY character. If I see anyone using her or another character that resembles her too closely without my permission, I will consider you a thief, hunt you down, and KILL YOU. "Psycho" lyrics are (c) to Puddles of Mudd
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Maybe I'm the one who is the schizophrenic psycho.
I raised my hand to my face, taking in the full image of the beating heart in my hand. It was still amazing to me how the human body could survive for just a short second after its main control was ripped from it. It was also amazing how this muscle, this organ sitting in my palm, was still moving... still pushing blood to the arteries that no longer existed.
Slowly, the beating came to a dead halt and relaxed, the heart becoming a ball of mush in my palm. The blood dripped from the shredded veins and arteries through my fingers to splash onto my legs underneath me.
My eyes, focused on the task at hand, shifted from the heart to the victim who no longer owned it. Such a pretty, young face. His flesh was still pink with color, not yet taking on that look of death. His eyes were closed, thank goodness. I wasn't sure if I could take staring at his eyes.
The only problem with the beautiful picture before me was the gaping hole in his chest. The one that was sputtering blood like some sort of gurgling fountain that had a kink in the pipe. Past the red liquid that stained his white tee shirt, I could see the off-white color of bone. His ribs. I had had to crack a few of them before my hand would fit through the hole to rip out his heart.
I felt a sudden pang of guilt and remorse for the poor, young man, but it was quickly swept away as a new feeling entered my mind. Glee. Excitement. Thrill.
Somewhere, in the back of my suppressed conscience, I knew that such feelings in this situation would be considered monstrous, evil, abominable. I was a killer, a murderer.
That word registered in my mind for a moment as a bad thing, but again, with instincts overriding my brain, it was gone just as quickly.
I knew that once I woke up from this nightmare I would be horrified. I would cry for hours upon hours, re-living this memory again and again. I wouldn't eat for another full month until my disgusting and wretched fate seized me once more. I would suffer. I would hate myself.
I was beginning to become accustomed to this. Nine years of hatred toward myself. Nine years of suffering. It was normal for me.
Even now, as I turned my palm over and let the dead organ slip from my hand, I knew that this was all my fault. This death, among others, were all because of one choice. One small decision I had made when I was a child.
The heart landed with a squishy, wet sound on top of his chest. I raised my hand to my face and smeared his blood down my cheek. This action was not my conscious doing, but that of my master's. He liked to rub it in a bit- as if I weren't suffering enough.
Anubis was only good for one thing. He blocked emotions. I suppose that's how I could be such a cold-hearted killing machine. I never felt remorse, never felt guilt or sadness during the hunt. Those emotions would distract me from my goal. So Anubis took care of that by wiping my mind clean of all thoughts, all emotions, all free will. I was simply an animal. A tool. A machine for him to use. He would give me back my free will when the sun rose and the full moon was hidden by its light. He would give me back my thoughts, my conscience, my emotions.
And then he would sit back with a smile on his face and watch me suffer.
And it would happen all over again the next month.
.:Detention:.
Written in 2008 from my friend's character's perspective, Kai.
DISCLAIMER: A.J. Courman is a werewolf. She is MY character. If I see anyone using her or another character that resembles her too closely without my permission, I will consider you a thief, hunt you down, and KILL YOU. Ahem. Kaitso (Kai) Atokata is a werewolf also. He belongs to TheeBycth/Howla, a good friend of mine, and is used WITH permission. Same rules for this character, peeps. Thanks very much!
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Kai walked into the classroom just as cold and stiff as he ever was. His amber eyes kept their icy, hawk-like glare as he scanned the crowd in the room. It was small today, that was unusual, he mused. Only two students sat at the very front of the row of desks, directly in front of Mr. Lancer's desk. The balding teacher who was taking over detention for Mrs. Grimshow looked up from his copy of "Journey To The Center Of The Earth". He smirked at Kai and stood up from his seat.
"Glad you could make it, Mr. Atokata," greeted the heavy-set teacher. Kai didn't respond, just stared at Mr. Lancer. "You may have a seat." Mr. Lancer hinted with an annoyed tone to his voice. The two students in front turned ever-so-slightly to steal a glance at the boy who dared act defiant against their teacher. They were met with a soul-piercing glare from Kai that quickly turned the students' heads away once more.
Kai said nothing as he took his seat at the back of the classroom.
"You will not speak." Mr. Lancer began pacing up and down the center aisle of the room slapping a ruler into his palm repeatedly with every step he took. "You will not clown around. You will do your homework and when you are finished you will sit there and stare at the wall." He glanced around the room, feeling confident and in-charge. "There will be no laughing, no sleeping, no doodling, no humming." He smiled. "And I can add to that list if I need to."
Mr. Lancer slapped the ruler down loudly on Kai's desk, attempting to startle the boy. But Kai simply ignored him, opening his Algebra textbook. Mr. Lancer frowned and turned back to his desk. He began to walk away when the door to the classroom opened. The teacher and the students in front turned around to see who had come in.
Kai didn't. As soon as the door had swung open, he recognized her scent. He didn't look up from his homework as she brushed by his desk to walk up to Mr. Lancer.
It was the "spunky" girl. The annoyingly hyper, talkative girl he'd run into last night. The one that wouldn't shut up and wouldn't stop following him. He glanced up only to see her back. Long, raven hair streaked with an odd hue of neon blue. Black and red, long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. She had her backpack slung over one shoulder and had her free hand on her hip.
"Late as always." Mr. Lancer observed, smiling. "That's what got you detention in the first place, Miss Courman. Perhaps you need more tomorrow."
"Mrs. Becker already gave me detention tomorrow for throwing a frog at Star in Science class." The girl replied.
Kai smirked. Throwing frogs? He'd done better.
"Fine." Mr. Lancer snapped. "Then the next day-"
"Already have it for stuffing sloppy joes down Dash Baxter's pants." The girl chuckled. "Actually, I have a whole week for that one."
Kai's smirk widened. Okay, so that one was pretty good...
"Well, when exactly are you free?!" Mr. Lancer shouted. The girl reached into her pocket and pulled out a small booklet. Kai raised an eyebrow. A yearly planner?
She flipped through the first couple pages. "Let's see. April's all taken up, May's no good... uh..."
"The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn!" Mr. Lancer cried, throwing his hands up in the air. "Just take your seat!"
The girl slid the booklet back in her pocket and turned away from the teacher. Kai was expecting to see a smirk or grin of success, but that's not what he saw. As the green-eyed girl turned in his general direction, he could see a look of sadness or regret on her porcelain-colored face. He found himself looking at her strangely with his head tilted. He didn't even know why he'd received detention today. Many of his teachers just didn't like him despite the fact that he was the smartest student in each of his classes... and probably the smartest in the town... or even in the state.
What was her reason for looking so upset? Detention wasn't that bad.
The girl sat down at the back of the classroom, four desks away from him. She slung her backpack on the floor and sighed.
"I trust you know the rules already, Ashley." Mr. Lancer said calmly as he sat back down. "You are here all the time."
"It's A.J." The girl grumbled under her breath. Mr. Lancer didn't hear, but Kai did. Kai continued to look at A.J. without realizing it until she glanced up at him curiously. His eyes widened and he immediately looked away.
She was about as pale as he was and sickly thin. She had the brightest green eyes he'd ever seen in his life with the only flaw on her face being that strange, crescent-shaped red scar that ran down her left eye. Although, that was usually covered by her floppy bangs.
Kai blinked and furrowed his eyebrows, realizing for the first time that he'd been thinking about her non-stop since she'd walked in the door.
Idiot. He thought to himself. He shouldn't be thinking about her. She was annoying, hyper, too loud and talkative, beautiful, funny and...
He shook his head, rubbing his eyes. Where had those thoughts come from? That wasn't like him at all.
"Mr. Atokata, is there a problem?" Mr. Lancer asked, seeing Kai shaking his head. The boy looked up at the teacher with a surprised look on his face instead of his emotionless mask.
"Of course not, Mr. Lancer." He said coolly, flickering his eyes back down to his Algebra book.
Kai kept his mind busy with concentrating on his homework, getting it done much faster than usual. The room was silent at all times except for Mr. Lancer who would periodically make noises relating to how he was feeling about the part of the book he was reading.
When Kai ran out of homework, he cursed under his breath. Now he had nothing to do for the next half hour. Usually, on those odd occasions when he'd get detention, he'd take his time to get through his work so that he wouldn't be bored. Now he had nothing to do and plenty of time to think.
Absentmindedly, his eyes wandered over to A.J. again. He saw her head laying in one hand while she tapped the end of her pencil silently against her textbook, looking very hard and intent at the ceiling. Either she was trying to figure out the answer to a question, or she was trying to count the number of tiles in the ceiling.
Kai had already done that the first day he'd gotten detention. There were one hundred and seventy-five. It was just simple math. He smiled inside, his lips never moved. She was concentrating hard on something.
Then, once again, she dropped her eyes and glanced at him. She looked scared this time, maybe because he was looking at her so intently. He purposely used the cold glare he always had, on everyone so that they'd leave him alone. Was he giving it to her by accident? Kai quickly screwed up his eyes and looked away.
Great Atokata, He chastened himself. Now you've made yourself look like a moron in front of her.
He paused, staring at his desk. He... cared? He actually cared about what she thought of him?
No, that wasn't right. That wasn't right at all. Kai messaged his forehead in frustration, trying to grasp onto the thoughts that usually came and went when a girl was around. Annoying. Troublesome. Annoying.
He glanced back over quickly to see that she was leaning over her book again, shoulders slumped. He got the feeling that he'd made her feel even worse. She didn't exactly look like the confident-type. He leaned over his desk and laid his head in his hands.
Her face wouldn't get out of his mind. His eyes twitched in annoyance at it. He didn't even like her, why was this happening? Kai gritted his teeth and looked back toward her desk. She was looking at him again with a confused expression.
Her mouth moved, forming the silent words, "Are you okay?".
He blinked, not sure what expression was on his face. Even after he'd glared at her several times today and treated her like a pest yesterday she still insisted on talking to him. She even cared... What kind of weird freak had he mixed up with?
"Fine." He mouthed back. "Why?"
Seemingly excited that he actually answered her, A.J. smiled and glanced at Lancer. The teacher was enthralled with his book so much that he didn't see the paper football A.J. flung across the room to Kai's desk.
Kai sat up, staring curiously at the triangular-shaped piece of paper that had landed on his textbook. He quietly opened it up. On the inside, in her own messy handwriting, read, "No reason."
Kai smirked and shook his head, digging a pen out of his pocket. He scribbled down, "Okay" on the paper and folded it back up. With one well-aimed flick of his finger, the paper soared across the room and A.J. snatched it out of the air.
She quickly unfolded the paper and read his response. Then she frowned. Looking irritated, she wrote down something else and returned the paper.
"You can't reply with more than one word?" It said. Kai raised an eyebrow and scribbled down a smart response, sending the paper flailing through the air again.
A.J. opened it up and read it, frowning again, "Fine, here's more than one word: leave me alone." Was Kai's response.
He smirked, rolling his eyes. That would shut her up, he was sure of it. Now all he had to do was keep his mind occupied somehow so he wouldn't have those weird, stupid thoughts. But just as he was about to decide what he'd have for dinner, another paper landed in front of him. Kai gritted his teeth. She really was a pest.
He opened up the paper slowly. "You're rude." Was the newest addition to their message. He sighed. She'd just send it at him again if he replied, so...
Kai crumpled up the piece of paper- received an annoyed glance from Mr. Lancer for the noise- and shoved the wad of paper in his pocket. He smirked and looked at her out of the side of his eye.
A.J. was frowning at him. She rolled her eyes and looked away.
Kai frowned again. He'd made her mad. Poor, annoying little pest...
Wait! He shouted at himself, gritting his teeth again. No pity! What are you doing?! He ran his fingers through his hair and then pulled at the white, spiky locks, trying to distract himself.
"Mr. Atokata, are you trying to test my patience?" Mr. Lancer put his book down. Kai looked up at him.
"Can I go to the nurse's office?" He asked, gritting his teeth and screwing up his eyes. Mr. Lancer grimaced at his expression.
"I don't think she's still here-" Before the teacher could finish his sentence, Kai was out the door. A.J. blinked, cocking her head at the swinging door that he'd exited out of.
Kai shook his head, opening and closing his eyes at random intervals. "Stupid! What are you doing?!" He shouted at himself. The hallways were empty. He stopped at a set of lockers and eyed them, as if contemplating something. Kai slammed his forehead against a locker door, causing it to dent so bad that the door actually came off. He rubbed his forehead. "That wasn't the greatest idea I've had." He mumbled, but at least he was focused on the pain rather than her now. He smiled, satisfied and tried to continue down the hall. His head was throbbing and he was dizzy so it looked more like he was a drunk walking down the hall rather than a student. As he turned the corner to go to the nurse's office...
"Are you okay?"
"Aaaahhh!!" Kai stumbled backwards. A.J. stood in front of him, blinking and cocking her head at him.
She smiled softly.
"What are you doing?!" Kai shouted.
A.J. held up a piece of paper. "Hall pass. I came to see if you were all right. You were freaking out pretty badly in detent-"
"I was not freaking out." Kai growled in response, pushing past her. A.J. stumbled into the wall. "Leave me alone." He wobbled a bit as he walked, but he didn't hear her following. When he stopped and turned around, she was no longer there. He swiveled back around to keep walking and then yelped in surprise. Yet again, she was standing there, looking at him.
"You really should work on your people skills." She said in that nagging, girly voice. She had her hands on her hips, looking at him.
"Why do you insist on bugging me?" Kai asked, clenching his fists.
"Why do you insist on being rude?" A.J. retorted. His eyes flashed.
"Go away."
"Can't make me." She crossed her arms, smiled, and stuck out her tongue.
Wanna bet? Kai thought, itching to just smack the annoyance away like a mosquito. "What do you want from me?" He asked through his teeth.
"How about a hello? Or an excuse me? Or something like that?" A.J. suggested. "That would be a good start."
Kai smirked and laughed once without humor. "I've never given anyone that. You won't be the first." He turned back around to go back to detention.
"See you later, Kai." A.J. called after him cheerily. He furrowed his eyebrows and stopped walking again. Even after all of that, she still talked to him like a normal human being? She didn't get mad? She... remembered his name?
He blushed and turned his head to look at her, but she was already gone.
"Stupid girl," He muttered, continuing down the hall with his hands in his pockets. "Why do you have to be so stubborn?"
He smiled to himself.
DISCLAIMER: A.J. Courman is a werewolf. She is MY character. If I see anyone using her or another character that resembles her too closely without my permission, I will consider you a thief, hunt you down, and KILL YOU. Ahem. Kaitso (Kai) Atokata is a werewolf also. He belongs to TheeBycth/Howla, a good friend of mine, and is used WITH permission. Same rules for this character, peeps. Thanks very much!
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Kai walked into the classroom just as cold and stiff as he ever was. His amber eyes kept their icy, hawk-like glare as he scanned the crowd in the room. It was small today, that was unusual, he mused. Only two students sat at the very front of the row of desks, directly in front of Mr. Lancer's desk. The balding teacher who was taking over detention for Mrs. Grimshow looked up from his copy of "Journey To The Center Of The Earth". He smirked at Kai and stood up from his seat.
"Glad you could make it, Mr. Atokata," greeted the heavy-set teacher. Kai didn't respond, just stared at Mr. Lancer. "You may have a seat." Mr. Lancer hinted with an annoyed tone to his voice. The two students in front turned ever-so-slightly to steal a glance at the boy who dared act defiant against their teacher. They were met with a soul-piercing glare from Kai that quickly turned the students' heads away once more.
Kai said nothing as he took his seat at the back of the classroom.
"You will not speak." Mr. Lancer began pacing up and down the center aisle of the room slapping a ruler into his palm repeatedly with every step he took. "You will not clown around. You will do your homework and when you are finished you will sit there and stare at the wall." He glanced around the room, feeling confident and in-charge. "There will be no laughing, no sleeping, no doodling, no humming." He smiled. "And I can add to that list if I need to."
Mr. Lancer slapped the ruler down loudly on Kai's desk, attempting to startle the boy. But Kai simply ignored him, opening his Algebra textbook. Mr. Lancer frowned and turned back to his desk. He began to walk away when the door to the classroom opened. The teacher and the students in front turned around to see who had come in.
Kai didn't. As soon as the door had swung open, he recognized her scent. He didn't look up from his homework as she brushed by his desk to walk up to Mr. Lancer.
It was the "spunky" girl. The annoyingly hyper, talkative girl he'd run into last night. The one that wouldn't shut up and wouldn't stop following him. He glanced up only to see her back. Long, raven hair streaked with an odd hue of neon blue. Black and red, long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. She had her backpack slung over one shoulder and had her free hand on her hip.
"Late as always." Mr. Lancer observed, smiling. "That's what got you detention in the first place, Miss Courman. Perhaps you need more tomorrow."
"Mrs. Becker already gave me detention tomorrow for throwing a frog at Star in Science class." The girl replied.
Kai smirked. Throwing frogs? He'd done better.
"Fine." Mr. Lancer snapped. "Then the next day-"
"Already have it for stuffing sloppy joes down Dash Baxter's pants." The girl chuckled. "Actually, I have a whole week for that one."
Kai's smirk widened. Okay, so that one was pretty good...
"Well, when exactly are you free?!" Mr. Lancer shouted. The girl reached into her pocket and pulled out a small booklet. Kai raised an eyebrow. A yearly planner?
She flipped through the first couple pages. "Let's see. April's all taken up, May's no good... uh..."
"The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn!" Mr. Lancer cried, throwing his hands up in the air. "Just take your seat!"
The girl slid the booklet back in her pocket and turned away from the teacher. Kai was expecting to see a smirk or grin of success, but that's not what he saw. As the green-eyed girl turned in his general direction, he could see a look of sadness or regret on her porcelain-colored face. He found himself looking at her strangely with his head tilted. He didn't even know why he'd received detention today. Many of his teachers just didn't like him despite the fact that he was the smartest student in each of his classes... and probably the smartest in the town... or even in the state.
What was her reason for looking so upset? Detention wasn't that bad.
The girl sat down at the back of the classroom, four desks away from him. She slung her backpack on the floor and sighed.
"I trust you know the rules already, Ashley." Mr. Lancer said calmly as he sat back down. "You are here all the time."
"It's A.J." The girl grumbled under her breath. Mr. Lancer didn't hear, but Kai did. Kai continued to look at A.J. without realizing it until she glanced up at him curiously. His eyes widened and he immediately looked away.
She was about as pale as he was and sickly thin. She had the brightest green eyes he'd ever seen in his life with the only flaw on her face being that strange, crescent-shaped red scar that ran down her left eye. Although, that was usually covered by her floppy bangs.
Kai blinked and furrowed his eyebrows, realizing for the first time that he'd been thinking about her non-stop since she'd walked in the door.
Idiot. He thought to himself. He shouldn't be thinking about her. She was annoying, hyper, too loud and talkative, beautiful, funny and...
He shook his head, rubbing his eyes. Where had those thoughts come from? That wasn't like him at all.
"Mr. Atokata, is there a problem?" Mr. Lancer asked, seeing Kai shaking his head. The boy looked up at the teacher with a surprised look on his face instead of his emotionless mask.
"Of course not, Mr. Lancer." He said coolly, flickering his eyes back down to his Algebra book.
Kai kept his mind busy with concentrating on his homework, getting it done much faster than usual. The room was silent at all times except for Mr. Lancer who would periodically make noises relating to how he was feeling about the part of the book he was reading.
When Kai ran out of homework, he cursed under his breath. Now he had nothing to do for the next half hour. Usually, on those odd occasions when he'd get detention, he'd take his time to get through his work so that he wouldn't be bored. Now he had nothing to do and plenty of time to think.
Absentmindedly, his eyes wandered over to A.J. again. He saw her head laying in one hand while she tapped the end of her pencil silently against her textbook, looking very hard and intent at the ceiling. Either she was trying to figure out the answer to a question, or she was trying to count the number of tiles in the ceiling.
Kai had already done that the first day he'd gotten detention. There were one hundred and seventy-five. It was just simple math. He smiled inside, his lips never moved. She was concentrating hard on something.
Then, once again, she dropped her eyes and glanced at him. She looked scared this time, maybe because he was looking at her so intently. He purposely used the cold glare he always had, on everyone so that they'd leave him alone. Was he giving it to her by accident? Kai quickly screwed up his eyes and looked away.
Great Atokata, He chastened himself. Now you've made yourself look like a moron in front of her.
He paused, staring at his desk. He... cared? He actually cared about what she thought of him?
No, that wasn't right. That wasn't right at all. Kai messaged his forehead in frustration, trying to grasp onto the thoughts that usually came and went when a girl was around. Annoying. Troublesome. Annoying.
He glanced back over quickly to see that she was leaning over her book again, shoulders slumped. He got the feeling that he'd made her feel even worse. She didn't exactly look like the confident-type. He leaned over his desk and laid his head in his hands.
Her face wouldn't get out of his mind. His eyes twitched in annoyance at it. He didn't even like her, why was this happening? Kai gritted his teeth and looked back toward her desk. She was looking at him again with a confused expression.
Her mouth moved, forming the silent words, "Are you okay?".
He blinked, not sure what expression was on his face. Even after he'd glared at her several times today and treated her like a pest yesterday she still insisted on talking to him. She even cared... What kind of weird freak had he mixed up with?
"Fine." He mouthed back. "Why?"
Seemingly excited that he actually answered her, A.J. smiled and glanced at Lancer. The teacher was enthralled with his book so much that he didn't see the paper football A.J. flung across the room to Kai's desk.
Kai sat up, staring curiously at the triangular-shaped piece of paper that had landed on his textbook. He quietly opened it up. On the inside, in her own messy handwriting, read, "No reason."
Kai smirked and shook his head, digging a pen out of his pocket. He scribbled down, "Okay" on the paper and folded it back up. With one well-aimed flick of his finger, the paper soared across the room and A.J. snatched it out of the air.
She quickly unfolded the paper and read his response. Then she frowned. Looking irritated, she wrote down something else and returned the paper.
"You can't reply with more than one word?" It said. Kai raised an eyebrow and scribbled down a smart response, sending the paper flailing through the air again.
A.J. opened it up and read it, frowning again, "Fine, here's more than one word: leave me alone." Was Kai's response.
He smirked, rolling his eyes. That would shut her up, he was sure of it. Now all he had to do was keep his mind occupied somehow so he wouldn't have those weird, stupid thoughts. But just as he was about to decide what he'd have for dinner, another paper landed in front of him. Kai gritted his teeth. She really was a pest.
He opened up the paper slowly. "You're rude." Was the newest addition to their message. He sighed. She'd just send it at him again if he replied, so...
Kai crumpled up the piece of paper- received an annoyed glance from Mr. Lancer for the noise- and shoved the wad of paper in his pocket. He smirked and looked at her out of the side of his eye.
A.J. was frowning at him. She rolled her eyes and looked away.
Kai frowned again. He'd made her mad. Poor, annoying little pest...
Wait! He shouted at himself, gritting his teeth again. No pity! What are you doing?! He ran his fingers through his hair and then pulled at the white, spiky locks, trying to distract himself.
"Mr. Atokata, are you trying to test my patience?" Mr. Lancer put his book down. Kai looked up at him.
"Can I go to the nurse's office?" He asked, gritting his teeth and screwing up his eyes. Mr. Lancer grimaced at his expression.
"I don't think she's still here-" Before the teacher could finish his sentence, Kai was out the door. A.J. blinked, cocking her head at the swinging door that he'd exited out of.
Kai shook his head, opening and closing his eyes at random intervals. "Stupid! What are you doing?!" He shouted at himself. The hallways were empty. He stopped at a set of lockers and eyed them, as if contemplating something. Kai slammed his forehead against a locker door, causing it to dent so bad that the door actually came off. He rubbed his forehead. "That wasn't the greatest idea I've had." He mumbled, but at least he was focused on the pain rather than her now. He smiled, satisfied and tried to continue down the hall. His head was throbbing and he was dizzy so it looked more like he was a drunk walking down the hall rather than a student. As he turned the corner to go to the nurse's office...
"Are you okay?"
"Aaaahhh!!" Kai stumbled backwards. A.J. stood in front of him, blinking and cocking her head at him.
She smiled softly.
"What are you doing?!" Kai shouted.
A.J. held up a piece of paper. "Hall pass. I came to see if you were all right. You were freaking out pretty badly in detent-"
"I was not freaking out." Kai growled in response, pushing past her. A.J. stumbled into the wall. "Leave me alone." He wobbled a bit as he walked, but he didn't hear her following. When he stopped and turned around, she was no longer there. He swiveled back around to keep walking and then yelped in surprise. Yet again, she was standing there, looking at him.
"You really should work on your people skills." She said in that nagging, girly voice. She had her hands on her hips, looking at him.
"Why do you insist on bugging me?" Kai asked, clenching his fists.
"Why do you insist on being rude?" A.J. retorted. His eyes flashed.
"Go away."
"Can't make me." She crossed her arms, smiled, and stuck out her tongue.
Wanna bet? Kai thought, itching to just smack the annoyance away like a mosquito. "What do you want from me?" He asked through his teeth.
"How about a hello? Or an excuse me? Or something like that?" A.J. suggested. "That would be a good start."
Kai smirked and laughed once without humor. "I've never given anyone that. You won't be the first." He turned back around to go back to detention.
"See you later, Kai." A.J. called after him cheerily. He furrowed his eyebrows and stopped walking again. Even after all of that, she still talked to him like a normal human being? She didn't get mad? She... remembered his name?
He blushed and turned his head to look at her, but she was already gone.
"Stupid girl," He muttered, continuing down the hall with his hands in his pockets. "Why do you have to be so stubborn?"
He smiled to himself.
+Musings+
A poem I wrote back in 2008.
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A new world unfolds
At my fingertips.
Dragons fly high
as I write my scripts.
Vampires creep
As black as night,
cackling loud
As they take flight.
In the dark forests,
Werewolves howl
with glowing, red eyes
slavering, they prowl.
Ghosts fly above,
glow a magical green.
It happens all year,
not just Halloween.
They each have lives,
their own stories to tell.
Some come from heaven,
some straight from hell.
But wherever they're from,
doesn't matter to me.
Because I'm in control
of their destiny.
They squabble and fight.
I type more and more.
They kiss and make up,
or perhaps start a war.
Whatever I want
they surely will do,
and they will not stop,
til my story is through.
As my muse dies,
it comes to an end.
My story will pause,
til I start it again.
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A new world unfolds
At my fingertips.
Dragons fly high
as I write my scripts.
Vampires creep
As black as night,
cackling loud
As they take flight.
In the dark forests,
Werewolves howl
with glowing, red eyes
slavering, they prowl.
Ghosts fly above,
glow a magical green.
It happens all year,
not just Halloween.
They each have lives,
their own stories to tell.
Some come from heaven,
some straight from hell.
But wherever they're from,
doesn't matter to me.
Because I'm in control
of their destiny.
They squabble and fight.
I type more and more.
They kiss and make up,
or perhaps start a war.
Whatever I want
they surely will do,
and they will not stop,
til my story is through.
As my muse dies,
it comes to an end.
My story will pause,
til I start it again.
.:Mine:.
This was written in 2008. It's another short story involving my character, A.J., and my friend's character, Kai.
DISCLAIMER: A.J. Courman is a werewolf. She is MY character. If I see anyone using her or another character that resembles her too closely without my permission, I will consider you a thief, hunt you down, and KILL YOU. Ahem. Kaitso (Kai) Atokata is a werewolf also. He belongs to TheeBycth/Howla, a good friend of mine, and is used WITH permission. Same rules for this character, peeps. Thanks very much!
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He isn't perfect. I can vouch for that.
He isn't the nicest person in the world and his language can get colorful. His hands aren't soft when he holds me- they're rough and calloused from working all day to support his household... which is constantly fluctuating. His "friends", if that's what you want to call them, drift in and out uninvited and unexpected, eat and sleep and then leave him with a dirty house and no food.
But he doesn't complain. I don't know what goes on in his head, because he never voices his opinion. He just... deals with it.
I don't know how he manages to stay alive. He's either working to make end's meet, working his ass off in school or saving my butt from some ghost that attacks the town. He doesn't want to be a nobody, even if that's what society views him as.
At least I have a name for myself, but he doesn't even have that. I knew who my parents were and I still have a family member left. But he... doesn't have anyone. He doesn't even know if "Kaitso Atokata" is his real name. Maybe that's why he's so cold, so distant from everyone all the time. Things have never been good for him.
But... he's not the same with me. With me, I can see a glimpse of who Kai used to be. Of who he was before Zamorax and life had ruined him. There's life in his eyes when I talk to him, a spring in his step. Is it because of me, I wonder? Could I, A.J. Courman, have that effect on someone? I don't know because he'll never talk to me about it. Even though we hug like good friends and joke around with each other, I still don't know if he feels the same way about me that I feel about him.
He's stubborn. He can be a jerk. He's cold. So why do I care about him so much? Because I can see through the emotionless mask he wears to protect himself. I can see his feelings even when nobody else can. I can understand the hardships he goes through because I suffer through my life... even if it's not as bad as his.
That's why I love him. That's why I'd risk my life just to protect him like I know he would with me. That's why I even bother to talk to him everyday even when I know I'll just get brushed off or stared at. Because he's stubborn. Because he's not perfect. Because he's Kaitso Atokata.
And he's mine.
DISCLAIMER: A.J. Courman is a werewolf. She is MY character. If I see anyone using her or another character that resembles her too closely without my permission, I will consider you a thief, hunt you down, and KILL YOU. Ahem. Kaitso (Kai) Atokata is a werewolf also. He belongs to TheeBycth/Howla, a good friend of mine, and is used WITH permission. Same rules for this character, peeps. Thanks very much!
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He isn't perfect. I can vouch for that.
He isn't the nicest person in the world and his language can get colorful. His hands aren't soft when he holds me- they're rough and calloused from working all day to support his household... which is constantly fluctuating. His "friends", if that's what you want to call them, drift in and out uninvited and unexpected, eat and sleep and then leave him with a dirty house and no food.
But he doesn't complain. I don't know what goes on in his head, because he never voices his opinion. He just... deals with it.
I don't know how he manages to stay alive. He's either working to make end's meet, working his ass off in school or saving my butt from some ghost that attacks the town. He doesn't want to be a nobody, even if that's what society views him as.
At least I have a name for myself, but he doesn't even have that. I knew who my parents were and I still have a family member left. But he... doesn't have anyone. He doesn't even know if "Kaitso Atokata" is his real name. Maybe that's why he's so cold, so distant from everyone all the time. Things have never been good for him.
But... he's not the same with me. With me, I can see a glimpse of who Kai used to be. Of who he was before Zamorax and life had ruined him. There's life in his eyes when I talk to him, a spring in his step. Is it because of me, I wonder? Could I, A.J. Courman, have that effect on someone? I don't know because he'll never talk to me about it. Even though we hug like good friends and joke around with each other, I still don't know if he feels the same way about me that I feel about him.
He's stubborn. He can be a jerk. He's cold. So why do I care about him so much? Because I can see through the emotionless mask he wears to protect himself. I can see his feelings even when nobody else can. I can understand the hardships he goes through because I suffer through my life... even if it's not as bad as his.
That's why I love him. That's why I'd risk my life just to protect him like I know he would with me. That's why I even bother to talk to him everyday even when I know I'll just get brushed off or stared at. Because he's stubborn. Because he's not perfect. Because he's Kaitso Atokata.
And he's mine.
.:Flu:.
This was written back in 2007. The character, Raiden, is mine. Lilly belongs to my friend, MikeyCam. "Grasshopper" is the nickname Raiden has given to Lilly. Rekka is Raiden's twin sister. She belongs to another friend of mine, Howla. Neil is Lilly's older brother. He belongs to MikeyCam. Lilly and Neil are both half-ghost offspring of Danny Fenton from the cartoon, Danny Phantom. Raiden and Rekka are werewolves.
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"Lilly!" Raiden called from the living room.
Lilly rolled her eyes and huffed her breath.
"Hang on, you big baby!" She shouted back.
"Come on, Lilly. I don't need that. Come back in here and gimme back the remote!" He whined.
Lilly smirked slightly and poured the hot tea into the mug. She walked carefully into the living room and set the cup on the table in front of him.
Raiden looked down at the cup and then up at her, blinking. "Tea?" He asked.
Lilly just smiled and sat down in the rocking chair opposite the coffee table. "It'll help."
Raiden sneezed and wrapped himself tighter with the blanket. "I don't need it."
"Yes you do. Ray, it'll help. You're sick."
"I told Rekka this was a bad idea." Raiden complained, bringing his knees up to his chest. Lilly laughed.
"She had plans with Neil. She didn't need you hacking all over her."
"But I could have stayed home...." He sniveled, taking a tissue out of its box and blowing his nose. Lilly leaned forward in her seat and frowned.
"Yeah. If she'd left you at home you'd end up doing homework or trashing your house or something instead of resting. She brought you over to me. That means you're under my care and that means that you have to do what I tell you. Now drink your tea, Wolf Boy."
Raiden looked at her and then at the cup of tea on the table. He sighed in defeat and picked it up, sipping at it. He grimaced. "Ugh. What is this, Castor Oil?"
"Your senses are all out of wack, aren't they?" She asked. He rubbed his eyes and sipped at the drink some more. "You can't even smell it, can you?"
"No." The werewolf attempted to breathe through his nose, but couldn't. "Why? Did you poison it or something?"
Lilly just grinned that mischievous grin of hers. "Something like that."
"Oh great. My sister abandons me and now you try to kill me." Raiden grinned back, putting the cup down. "So, what'd you do to it?"
"Drink it all and I'll tell you."
"No."
"Well, you can drink it willingly and I'll tell you... or I can phase it into you. I mean, you're too sick to fight me." Lilly shrugged. "And you know what ecto-energy does to your stomach."
Raiden stuck his tongue out at her. "So you want to make me throw up before you kill me?"
"Well, you've already thrown up twice. I don't think you've got anything left in you."
"Except for this nasty tea," Raiden mumbled as he took another swig of it.
Lilly giggled. "Would you stop being such a baby? It's the Flu, Ray. Not Tuberculosis. You're not going to die."
"Until you poisoned my drink," he argued, taking another sip.
"Oh, you're so whiny. I put a sleeping pill in it, okay? It's not poison, it'll just help you relax."
Raiden grinned. "I knew I could get it out of you." He snickered and then went into a coughing fit because of it. Lilly took his half-empty cup and the tissue box and put them down on the coffee table.
"Lay down, Ray." She ordered.
"I'm fine, Li-"
"I said, lay down." She pushed on his shoulder slightly, and he fell over on his side, laying lengthwise on the couch. He pulled the blanket up around him.
"Bossy today, aren't we?" He grumbled.
"You know, you shouldn't even have that blanket. You've got a fever." Lilly leaned over him and tried to pull the blanket away from the struggling wolfa. Eventually Raiden was too tired to fight and she managed to get it from him.
"You make me drink poison and now you're trying to freeze me to death. So glad I came over here...." He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. Lilly shook her head and tossed the blanket on the rocking chair.
"Rekka was right. You do complain a lot when you're sick." She said, knealing down beside him.
"I don't get sick very much. When I do, I feel like I'm going to die." Raiden sniffed. Lilly just smiled at him.
"So, where are Rekka and Neil going anyways?" She asked.
"I don't know. Rekka said she had a school project to complete. Mom and Dad are with your parents at some sort of ghost-catching convention...." He sighed. "So we're all alone." He pretended to whimper. Lilly smiled and stood back up.
"Speaking of school... I've got to finish my homework. I'll come back and check on you later. Let that medicine kick in," she said, and took a step away.
"Lilly!" Raiden whined. "Don't leave."
"Ray, you'll be fine-"
"But you said you'd make me feel better." He pouted. "And I'd feel better if you stayed here." He gave her his "puppy-dog eyes".
Lilly put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. "Don't you give me that look." She said, but Raiden didn't stop. "Oh, fine." She walked back over to him. "What do you want me to do?"
Raiden grinned. "Turn around."
Lilly raised an eyebrow. "May I ask why?"
"Come on, Grasshopper. Just do it."
Lilly stomped her foot in irritation and turned away from him. "Now what?" She asked.
Before she could realize what was going on, Raiden had pulled her onto the couch with him, forcing her to lay on her side in front of him. She gasped sharply from the shock of it. Raiden wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back closer to his stomach.
"There. Much better." He smiled.
"Raiden, you better not get me sick." Lilly scowled, trying to release his grip on her. But he wouldn't budge.
"Come on, Grasshopper. You're warm, I'm cold. Don't move."
"Actually, your skin is burning hot." Lilly said. "It's quite uncomfortable."
"That's not why you're trying to get away." Raiden whispered. "What's wrong, Grasshopper? Don't trust me?"
Lilly swallowed hard when she felt his hot breath on her neck. "Well... I'm not too comfortable being this close to a sick, grumpy werewolf."
"You know I would never hurt you." Raiden replied.
"Intentionally." Lilly added. "You remember what happened to Neil when he was with Rekka?"
"That's different." Raiden coughed. "I have much more control than Rekka."
"Under normal circumstances, maybe." Lilly said. "But you're body's weak right now."
Raiden grinned. "Obviously not too weak. You can't seem to get away." He chuckled. Lilly frowned.
"I could phase right through you, you know." She threatened.
Raiden moaned. "Aw, Grasshopper. You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" He asked, holding his stomach. Lilly rolled her eyes.
"Don't bite me and I won't phase you." She crossed her arms. "Deal?"
"Deal." Raiden grinned happily.
"You should really try to get some sleep, Ray." Lilly said.
"How can I sleep when I know that you're frustrated?" Raiden asked. "My nose might not be working properly, but I can still sense your feelings."
"You won't let me go."
"You could get away if you really wanted to." Raiden countered. "But you don't want to. Do you." It wasn't stated as a question.
Lilly felt heat rising to her cheeks in a blush. "Well.. uh..."
"Yes?" Raiden asked smugly. Lilly scrunched her nose at him.
"Do you have to be so cocky?" She snapped.
"No, I don't have to. But I want to." He answered.
She rolled her eyes. "No."
Raiden cocked an eyebrow. "No what?"
"Did you forget that quickly?" Lilly chuckled. "No, I don't want to get away." She said. "You're really warm and it is a little chilly in here."
"A little chilly?" Raiden asked incredulously. "Try arctic."
Lilly chuckled again.
"Well, now I feel better." Raiden said.
"Oh really?"
"Yes. Now you're not so irritated. I think I can relax now...." He said softly.
"Good. Get to sleep so you can get better. Detention's going to be boring without you tomorrow." She sighed. There was a silence before she spoke again. "Raiden?... Ray?" She tried to twist around to see him, but found it rather difficult. "Oh great. Now he falls asleep." She gently took his hand and tried to lift it off of her torso, but when she did, he groaned in his sleep. Lilly huffed her breath and laid back down beside him, giving up.
Raiden opened an eye and grinned.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Lilly!" Raiden called from the living room.
Lilly rolled her eyes and huffed her breath.
"Hang on, you big baby!" She shouted back.
"Come on, Lilly. I don't need that. Come back in here and gimme back the remote!" He whined.
Lilly smirked slightly and poured the hot tea into the mug. She walked carefully into the living room and set the cup on the table in front of him.
Raiden looked down at the cup and then up at her, blinking. "Tea?" He asked.
Lilly just smiled and sat down in the rocking chair opposite the coffee table. "It'll help."
Raiden sneezed and wrapped himself tighter with the blanket. "I don't need it."
"Yes you do. Ray, it'll help. You're sick."
"I told Rekka this was a bad idea." Raiden complained, bringing his knees up to his chest. Lilly laughed.
"She had plans with Neil. She didn't need you hacking all over her."
"But I could have stayed home...." He sniveled, taking a tissue out of its box and blowing his nose. Lilly leaned forward in her seat and frowned.
"Yeah. If she'd left you at home you'd end up doing homework or trashing your house or something instead of resting. She brought you over to me. That means you're under my care and that means that you have to do what I tell you. Now drink your tea, Wolf Boy."
Raiden looked at her and then at the cup of tea on the table. He sighed in defeat and picked it up, sipping at it. He grimaced. "Ugh. What is this, Castor Oil?"
"Your senses are all out of wack, aren't they?" She asked. He rubbed his eyes and sipped at the drink some more. "You can't even smell it, can you?"
"No." The werewolf attempted to breathe through his nose, but couldn't. "Why? Did you poison it or something?"
Lilly just grinned that mischievous grin of hers. "Something like that."
"Oh great. My sister abandons me and now you try to kill me." Raiden grinned back, putting the cup down. "So, what'd you do to it?"
"Drink it all and I'll tell you."
"No."
"Well, you can drink it willingly and I'll tell you... or I can phase it into you. I mean, you're too sick to fight me." Lilly shrugged. "And you know what ecto-energy does to your stomach."
Raiden stuck his tongue out at her. "So you want to make me throw up before you kill me?"
"Well, you've already thrown up twice. I don't think you've got anything left in you."
"Except for this nasty tea," Raiden mumbled as he took another swig of it.
Lilly giggled. "Would you stop being such a baby? It's the Flu, Ray. Not Tuberculosis. You're not going to die."
"Until you poisoned my drink," he argued, taking another sip.
"Oh, you're so whiny. I put a sleeping pill in it, okay? It's not poison, it'll just help you relax."
Raiden grinned. "I knew I could get it out of you." He snickered and then went into a coughing fit because of it. Lilly took his half-empty cup and the tissue box and put them down on the coffee table.
"Lay down, Ray." She ordered.
"I'm fine, Li-"
"I said, lay down." She pushed on his shoulder slightly, and he fell over on his side, laying lengthwise on the couch. He pulled the blanket up around him.
"Bossy today, aren't we?" He grumbled.
"You know, you shouldn't even have that blanket. You've got a fever." Lilly leaned over him and tried to pull the blanket away from the struggling wolfa. Eventually Raiden was too tired to fight and she managed to get it from him.
"You make me drink poison and now you're trying to freeze me to death. So glad I came over here...." He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. Lilly shook her head and tossed the blanket on the rocking chair.
"Rekka was right. You do complain a lot when you're sick." She said, knealing down beside him.
"I don't get sick very much. When I do, I feel like I'm going to die." Raiden sniffed. Lilly just smiled at him.
"So, where are Rekka and Neil going anyways?" She asked.
"I don't know. Rekka said she had a school project to complete. Mom and Dad are with your parents at some sort of ghost-catching convention...." He sighed. "So we're all alone." He pretended to whimper. Lilly smiled and stood back up.
"Speaking of school... I've got to finish my homework. I'll come back and check on you later. Let that medicine kick in," she said, and took a step away.
"Lilly!" Raiden whined. "Don't leave."
"Ray, you'll be fine-"
"But you said you'd make me feel better." He pouted. "And I'd feel better if you stayed here." He gave her his "puppy-dog eyes".
Lilly put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. "Don't you give me that look." She said, but Raiden didn't stop. "Oh, fine." She walked back over to him. "What do you want me to do?"
Raiden grinned. "Turn around."
Lilly raised an eyebrow. "May I ask why?"
"Come on, Grasshopper. Just do it."
Lilly stomped her foot in irritation and turned away from him. "Now what?" She asked.
Before she could realize what was going on, Raiden had pulled her onto the couch with him, forcing her to lay on her side in front of him. She gasped sharply from the shock of it. Raiden wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back closer to his stomach.
"There. Much better." He smiled.
"Raiden, you better not get me sick." Lilly scowled, trying to release his grip on her. But he wouldn't budge.
"Come on, Grasshopper. You're warm, I'm cold. Don't move."
"Actually, your skin is burning hot." Lilly said. "It's quite uncomfortable."
"That's not why you're trying to get away." Raiden whispered. "What's wrong, Grasshopper? Don't trust me?"
Lilly swallowed hard when she felt his hot breath on her neck. "Well... I'm not too comfortable being this close to a sick, grumpy werewolf."
"You know I would never hurt you." Raiden replied.
"Intentionally." Lilly added. "You remember what happened to Neil when he was with Rekka?"
"That's different." Raiden coughed. "I have much more control than Rekka."
"Under normal circumstances, maybe." Lilly said. "But you're body's weak right now."
Raiden grinned. "Obviously not too weak. You can't seem to get away." He chuckled. Lilly frowned.
"I could phase right through you, you know." She threatened.
Raiden moaned. "Aw, Grasshopper. You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" He asked, holding his stomach. Lilly rolled her eyes.
"Don't bite me and I won't phase you." She crossed her arms. "Deal?"
"Deal." Raiden grinned happily.
"You should really try to get some sleep, Ray." Lilly said.
"How can I sleep when I know that you're frustrated?" Raiden asked. "My nose might not be working properly, but I can still sense your feelings."
"You won't let me go."
"You could get away if you really wanted to." Raiden countered. "But you don't want to. Do you." It wasn't stated as a question.
Lilly felt heat rising to her cheeks in a blush. "Well.. uh..."
"Yes?" Raiden asked smugly. Lilly scrunched her nose at him.
"Do you have to be so cocky?" She snapped.
"No, I don't have to. But I want to." He answered.
She rolled her eyes. "No."
Raiden cocked an eyebrow. "No what?"
"Did you forget that quickly?" Lilly chuckled. "No, I don't want to get away." She said. "You're really warm and it is a little chilly in here."
"A little chilly?" Raiden asked incredulously. "Try arctic."
Lilly chuckled again.
"Well, now I feel better." Raiden said.
"Oh really?"
"Yes. Now you're not so irritated. I think I can relax now...." He said softly.
"Good. Get to sleep so you can get better. Detention's going to be boring without you tomorrow." She sighed. There was a silence before she spoke again. "Raiden?... Ray?" She tried to twist around to see him, but found it rather difficult. "Oh great. Now he falls asleep." She gently took his hand and tried to lift it off of her torso, but when she did, he groaned in his sleep. Lilly huffed her breath and laid back down beside him, giving up.
Raiden opened an eye and grinned.
.:Hey There, Samantha:.
This was written back in 2007. I was a big fan of the show, Danny Phantom, and my favorite song was "Hey There, Delilah" by Plain White T's. So I combined the characters with the song and viola. Here we go.
Characters (c) Butch Hartman; Lyrics (c) Plain White T's
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Sam sighed quietly to herself as the plane landed. She stepped out, carrying her only suitcase and following in line behind Tucker to Mr. Lancer who stood outside the plane, ushering the students into the airport.
"This is going to be so cool!" Tucker exclaimed, rolling his suitcase along behind him. The students entered the airport. Tucker looked behind him at Sam, who was just staring apathetically at the ground. "Aw, come on, Sam. Cheer up. We're only going to be here for a little while."
"Two months," Sam corrected. "We'll be here for two months doing this stupid animal-research project." She folded her arms over her chest and sat down on a bench. Tucker sat next to her.
"Sam, you were so excited about this trip when Mr. Lancer announced it," he said.
"That was before I knew Danny wouldn't be able to come."
"You miss him, huh?" Tucker smiled. "I bet he misses you too."
Sam blushed at his comment. "..You think so?"
Tucker smiled. "I know so."
~~~
"Aaaachoo!" Danny sneezed. The jerk of his body sent his blanket flying off of his shoulders. He shivered and snatched it up again. "Aw man... this stinks."
"Danny, you should be in bed." Jazz said, entering the room. She tilted her head at her little brother and smiled. "You've got a new bump on the tip of your nose." She poked him. He scratched his nose vigorously.
"I'm fine, Jazz." Danny turned back to his desk, wiping his nose again. Jazz set the bowl of soup she had in her hands, down on his bed-side table.
"You know, you've kept yourself locked in your room since Sam and Tucker left for New York," she said. Danny was silent. "Oh come on, are you going to sit there and mope all day?" She asked. Danny still didn't answer. Jazz waited a moment. "You miss 'em?"
"Of course I do," Danny answered finally. "They're going to be gone for two months. Two whole months."
"But they'll be having fun. And you'll be... resting. Getting rid of those nasty chicken pox.. as long as we can keep Dad from finding out. Then he might try to quarantine you for having spirit-pox or something...." Jazz smiled. Danny chuckled.
"Thanks Jazz, but I really am fine," he said. Jazz sighed, defeated, and walked out of his bedroom. Danny picked up the pencil and pressed the point to the paper. "Okay, Fenton... what are you going to say?" He asked himself, looking at the sealed envelope that was being sent to Tucker. An empty one with "Samantha Manson" written across the front was lying next to his hand. He stared at the paper in front of him. The only words on it were, "Dear Sam,". He sighed and cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Okay. Dear Sam..." He began. "What's it like in New York City?...."
Hey there Samantha,
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But, Girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Sam put the letter down on the table and put her fingers to her mouth. She smiled and read the words again. Her lips trembled. "Danny... I-"
"Hey Sam! We're leaving for the zoo now." Tucker entered the hotel room. "Didn't you want to see the purple-back gorillas?"
Sam looked up, her violet eyes twinkling. "Yeah, Tuck. I'll be right there." She said quietly. He gave her a lopsided smile, shrugged, and walked back out of the room, closing the door behind him. Sam looked back at the letter and picked up the item wrapped in brown paper. She carefully unwrapped the item and looked at it.
"A CD?" She asked herself. All that was marked on the CD was the name "Sam". She took her headphones and popped the CD into the player....
Hey there Samantha,
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Danny smiled to himself as the sun went down. Only four more weeks and they'd be back, safe and sound. He rubbed his arms, the bumps were almost completely gone.
"Sam.. I-" He started, then stopped. His blue eyes twinkled in the setting sun. "I miss you a lot...." He said quietly.
Danny sat back down at his desk and took his dad's old guitar out of its case under the desk. He strummed on it lightly and hummed to himself.
"Sam.. I wish.." He sighed. "I wish I could just tell you how I feel in person. And not through these stupid lyrics...." He mumbled. His fingers played the old, familiar tune as he sang quietly to himself,
Hey there Samantha,
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, Girl,
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Sam smiled to herself as the next package came in. She tore the brown paper off and popped the CD in, to listen to the next verse. She laid down in her bed, staring at the ceiling. His voice was soft, comforting to her.
"Danny... I miss you so much. But don't worry..." She said softly. "It's only a couple more weeks. Tuck and I are having so much fun here. I hope you're not too lonely." She rolled over on her side and pressed the "Repeat" button on her CD player, closing her eyes. "Oh Danny, I've got so much left to say..."
Hey there Samantha,
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away,
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
"Only a week left." Danny stretched and sat back in his chair. The song lyrics laid, unfinished, on his desk and his guitar propped up against the wall. "I can't wait 'til you guys get back." He grabbed his guitar and strummed gently on it.
"A thousand miles seems pretty far..."
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Samantha, I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Sam sat in the window seat of the airplane, staring out at the students loading it. Tucker walked up to her and sat down.
"So, you had fun after all, huh?" He asked.
She smiled. "Yes."
"I told you, you would. This project is going to get both you and me an A plus!" He smiled happily to himself.
"Yeah," Sam said, lost in thought.
Tucker glanced over at her and sighed. "All right, Juliet..." He chuckled. "Here. This came in the mail for you today." He handed her a package. "I think it's from your Romeo...."
Sam ignored his comment and quickly snatched it from him, opening the package. She read through the letter quickly and then looked at the CD. Popping it into her player, she pressed the button and listened,
Hey there Samantha,
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Samantha, here's to you
This one's for you
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.
Danny waited impatiently outside his door, tapping his foot. Soon, he heard the sounds of a vehicle coming and wrung his hands nervously. His heart raced as the city bus pulled up and stopped. Two familiar faces stepped out.
"Hey Dude!" Tucker shouted, dragging his bags behind him. Sam nearly pushed him out of the way and leapt out of the bus.
"Danny!" She shouted, encompassing the boy in a hug. She blushed and Danny blinked. Tucker grinned mischieviously.
"I think I'll give you two some time alone...." He chuckled and walked into FentonWorks. Danny blushed and wrapped his arms around Sam.
"Hey there, Samantha," he whispered. Sam looked up, her eyes glassy and a stupid grin planted on her face.
"You are such a dork," she whispered back, giggling. Danny smiled and put his hand up. She closed her mouth and looked at the sign for quiet. Danny gently leaned in.. and kissed her.
Characters (c) Butch Hartman; Lyrics (c) Plain White T's
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Sam sighed quietly to herself as the plane landed. She stepped out, carrying her only suitcase and following in line behind Tucker to Mr. Lancer who stood outside the plane, ushering the students into the airport.
"This is going to be so cool!" Tucker exclaimed, rolling his suitcase along behind him. The students entered the airport. Tucker looked behind him at Sam, who was just staring apathetically at the ground. "Aw, come on, Sam. Cheer up. We're only going to be here for a little while."
"Two months," Sam corrected. "We'll be here for two months doing this stupid animal-research project." She folded her arms over her chest and sat down on a bench. Tucker sat next to her.
"Sam, you were so excited about this trip when Mr. Lancer announced it," he said.
"That was before I knew Danny wouldn't be able to come."
"You miss him, huh?" Tucker smiled. "I bet he misses you too."
Sam blushed at his comment. "..You think so?"
Tucker smiled. "I know so."
~~~
"Aaaachoo!" Danny sneezed. The jerk of his body sent his blanket flying off of his shoulders. He shivered and snatched it up again. "Aw man... this stinks."
"Danny, you should be in bed." Jazz said, entering the room. She tilted her head at her little brother and smiled. "You've got a new bump on the tip of your nose." She poked him. He scratched his nose vigorously.
"I'm fine, Jazz." Danny turned back to his desk, wiping his nose again. Jazz set the bowl of soup she had in her hands, down on his bed-side table.
"You know, you've kept yourself locked in your room since Sam and Tucker left for New York," she said. Danny was silent. "Oh come on, are you going to sit there and mope all day?" She asked. Danny still didn't answer. Jazz waited a moment. "You miss 'em?"
"Of course I do," Danny answered finally. "They're going to be gone for two months. Two whole months."
"But they'll be having fun. And you'll be... resting. Getting rid of those nasty chicken pox.. as long as we can keep Dad from finding out. Then he might try to quarantine you for having spirit-pox or something...." Jazz smiled. Danny chuckled.
"Thanks Jazz, but I really am fine," he said. Jazz sighed, defeated, and walked out of his bedroom. Danny picked up the pencil and pressed the point to the paper. "Okay, Fenton... what are you going to say?" He asked himself, looking at the sealed envelope that was being sent to Tucker. An empty one with "Samantha Manson" written across the front was lying next to his hand. He stared at the paper in front of him. The only words on it were, "Dear Sam,". He sighed and cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Okay. Dear Sam..." He began. "What's it like in New York City?...."
Hey there Samantha,
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But, Girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Sam put the letter down on the table and put her fingers to her mouth. She smiled and read the words again. Her lips trembled. "Danny... I-"
"Hey Sam! We're leaving for the zoo now." Tucker entered the hotel room. "Didn't you want to see the purple-back gorillas?"
Sam looked up, her violet eyes twinkling. "Yeah, Tuck. I'll be right there." She said quietly. He gave her a lopsided smile, shrugged, and walked back out of the room, closing the door behind him. Sam looked back at the letter and picked up the item wrapped in brown paper. She carefully unwrapped the item and looked at it.
"A CD?" She asked herself. All that was marked on the CD was the name "Sam". She took her headphones and popped the CD into the player....
Hey there Samantha,
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Danny smiled to himself as the sun went down. Only four more weeks and they'd be back, safe and sound. He rubbed his arms, the bumps were almost completely gone.
"Sam.. I-" He started, then stopped. His blue eyes twinkled in the setting sun. "I miss you a lot...." He said quietly.
Danny sat back down at his desk and took his dad's old guitar out of its case under the desk. He strummed on it lightly and hummed to himself.
"Sam.. I wish.." He sighed. "I wish I could just tell you how I feel in person. And not through these stupid lyrics...." He mumbled. His fingers played the old, familiar tune as he sang quietly to himself,
Hey there Samantha,
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, Girl,
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Sam smiled to herself as the next package came in. She tore the brown paper off and popped the CD in, to listen to the next verse. She laid down in her bed, staring at the ceiling. His voice was soft, comforting to her.
"Danny... I miss you so much. But don't worry..." She said softly. "It's only a couple more weeks. Tuck and I are having so much fun here. I hope you're not too lonely." She rolled over on her side and pressed the "Repeat" button on her CD player, closing her eyes. "Oh Danny, I've got so much left to say..."
Hey there Samantha,
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away,
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
"Only a week left." Danny stretched and sat back in his chair. The song lyrics laid, unfinished, on his desk and his guitar propped up against the wall. "I can't wait 'til you guys get back." He grabbed his guitar and strummed gently on it.
"A thousand miles seems pretty far..."
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Samantha, I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Sam sat in the window seat of the airplane, staring out at the students loading it. Tucker walked up to her and sat down.
"So, you had fun after all, huh?" He asked.
She smiled. "Yes."
"I told you, you would. This project is going to get both you and me an A plus!" He smiled happily to himself.
"Yeah," Sam said, lost in thought.
Tucker glanced over at her and sighed. "All right, Juliet..." He chuckled. "Here. This came in the mail for you today." He handed her a package. "I think it's from your Romeo...."
Sam ignored his comment and quickly snatched it from him, opening the package. She read through the letter quickly and then looked at the CD. Popping it into her player, she pressed the button and listened,
Hey there Samantha,
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Samantha, here's to you
This one's for you
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.
Danny waited impatiently outside his door, tapping his foot. Soon, he heard the sounds of a vehicle coming and wrung his hands nervously. His heart raced as the city bus pulled up and stopped. Two familiar faces stepped out.
"Hey Dude!" Tucker shouted, dragging his bags behind him. Sam nearly pushed him out of the way and leapt out of the bus.
"Danny!" She shouted, encompassing the boy in a hug. She blushed and Danny blinked. Tucker grinned mischieviously.
"I think I'll give you two some time alone...." He chuckled and walked into FentonWorks. Danny blushed and wrapped his arms around Sam.
"Hey there, Samantha," he whispered. Sam looked up, her eyes glassy and a stupid grin planted on her face.
"You are such a dork," she whispered back, giggling. Danny smiled and put his hand up. She closed her mouth and looked at the sign for quiet. Danny gently leaned in.. and kissed her.
+Mind Over Matter+
In my early stages of writing, I tried to come up with an alias that I wanted to be known by. I came up with a bunch of different names, most having to do with Danny Phantom, which was my obsession at the time. For a while, I went by PhantomWriter, but now I just go by Angel Wolf. Here's a poem I wrote back in 2007 under that pseudonym.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I am the darkness of the night,
the smoke that's never cleared.
I fill your mind and thoughts with fright,
I'm the one to be feared.
Smoke and mirrors are my tricks,
and you will never see
As I fill your mind ever so quick,
with my reality.
Taking over all your thoughts,
chilling up your spine,
Before you know it, you'll be caught
reading my story line.
Slick and quiet as a ghost,
gone mysteriously.
Nothing left but one post,
telling of my legacy.
Now I have to finish this,
but I will be back.
Writing here has been bliss,
though an ending's what I lack.
Writer's block has come again,
don't worry, I'm a fighter.
Until next time! I'll see ya then!
Signed...
Yours Truly,
PhantomWriter
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I am the darkness of the night,
the smoke that's never cleared.
I fill your mind and thoughts with fright,
I'm the one to be feared.
Smoke and mirrors are my tricks,
and you will never see
As I fill your mind ever so quick,
with my reality.
Taking over all your thoughts,
chilling up your spine,
Before you know it, you'll be caught
reading my story line.
Slick and quiet as a ghost,
gone mysteriously.
Nothing left but one post,
telling of my legacy.
Now I have to finish this,
but I will be back.
Writing here has been bliss,
though an ending's what I lack.
Writer's block has come again,
don't worry, I'm a fighter.
Until next time! I'll see ya then!
Signed...
Yours Truly,
PhantomWriter
+9/11+
I wrote this back in 2006, so it's a REALLY OLD POEM.
~~~~~~~~~~~
The sky fills with smoke,
it's really hard to see.
I can hear people scream,
but it's not happening to me.
The television is what I watch,
the smoke is all around.
Then two planes crash into them,
the World Trade Centers fall down.
Tons of people are screaming,
The reporter is so afraid.
The horrors that are going on,
from our minds will never fade.
"Look! Another one just hit!"
Shouted someone from the crowd.
Then giant puffs of fire and smoke
turned into a giant, black cloud.
As these horrors were going on,
what we didn't know,
was that another plane was heading for the Pentagon!
But later, that image would show.
All of this horribleness would take so long to heal,
and that any of this could ever happen... it just didn't seem real!
But at last, a few people heard what was going on,
and decided to stop it.
United Flight 93, into the ground is where it hit.
Those people were true heroes,
for the risks that went their way!
Forever we will remember them,
and that tragic day.
They thought they could change us,
they thought that America would back down!
But they were wrong!
America has changed forever, but they've only made us strong!
~~~~~~~~~~~
The sky fills with smoke,
it's really hard to see.
I can hear people scream,
but it's not happening to me.
The television is what I watch,
the smoke is all around.
Then two planes crash into them,
the World Trade Centers fall down.
Tons of people are screaming,
The reporter is so afraid.
The horrors that are going on,
from our minds will never fade.
"Look! Another one just hit!"
Shouted someone from the crowd.
Then giant puffs of fire and smoke
turned into a giant, black cloud.
As these horrors were going on,
what we didn't know,
was that another plane was heading for the Pentagon!
But later, that image would show.
All of this horribleness would take so long to heal,
and that any of this could ever happen... it just didn't seem real!
But at last, a few people heard what was going on,
and decided to stop it.
United Flight 93, into the ground is where it hit.
Those people were true heroes,
for the risks that went their way!
Forever we will remember them,
and that tragic day.
They thought they could change us,
they thought that America would back down!
But they were wrong!
America has changed forever, but they've only made us strong!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
+Newborn King+
A Christian parody of the song, "Fireflies", by Owl City.
Verse One:
They did not believe their eyes
when they looked into the skies
and saw an angel coming down.
He said, "Don't be filled with fear.
I bring you good news to hear.
A babe's been born in Bethlehem, the town."
Chorus:
I wish that I could have seen
what shepherds saw that evening.
To see the baby Jesus on His Mother's lap, asleep,
the Savior of the world, the newborn King.
Verse Two:
Three wise men from way afar
got caught looking at a star
as they were walking to Bethlehem.
King Herod raised his hand
to murder throughout the land,
played right into the Almighty's plan.
Chorus:
I wish that I could have seen
what wise men saw that evening.
To see the baby Jesus on His Mother's lap, asleep,
the Savior of the world, the newborn King.
(The newborn king)
Bridge:
In a humble manger's where He lay
(He was born in poverty)
A King sleeps on a bed of hay
(He was born for you and me)
Surrounded by horses, cows, and sheep
(He was born for the world to see)
A little baby, fast asleep
Verse Three
Above them, in the air
a host of angels there,
all singing praises to the Lamb.
All heavenly hearts above
were pouring out their love
for the only Son of the I Am.
Chorus:
I wish that I could have seen
what angels saw that evening.
To see the baby Jesus on His Mother's lap, asleep,
the Savior of the world, the newborn King.
(The newborn King)
Chorus (x3)
Notes: I don't know what's going on. I am NO GOOD at songs. I don't know why these are suddenly pelting me at one a.m. every night. >>
Verse One:
They did not believe their eyes
when they looked into the skies
and saw an angel coming down.
He said, "Don't be filled with fear.
I bring you good news to hear.
A babe's been born in Bethlehem, the town."
Chorus:
I wish that I could have seen
what shepherds saw that evening.
To see the baby Jesus on His Mother's lap, asleep,
the Savior of the world, the newborn King.
Verse Two:
Three wise men from way afar
got caught looking at a star
as they were walking to Bethlehem.
King Herod raised his hand
to murder throughout the land,
played right into the Almighty's plan.
Chorus:
I wish that I could have seen
what wise men saw that evening.
To see the baby Jesus on His Mother's lap, asleep,
the Savior of the world, the newborn King.
(The newborn king)
Bridge:
In a humble manger's where He lay
(He was born in poverty)
A King sleeps on a bed of hay
(He was born for you and me)
Surrounded by horses, cows, and sheep
(He was born for the world to see)
A little baby, fast asleep
Verse Three
Above them, in the air
a host of angels there,
all singing praises to the Lamb.
All heavenly hearts above
were pouring out their love
for the only Son of the I Am.
Chorus:
I wish that I could have seen
what angels saw that evening.
To see the baby Jesus on His Mother's lap, asleep,
the Savior of the world, the newborn King.
(The newborn King)
Chorus (x3)
Notes: I don't know what's going on. I am NO GOOD at songs. I don't know why these are suddenly pelting me at one a.m. every night. >>
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
+Darkness+
A Christian version of "Heartless" by Kanye West.
Chorus:
In the Church
I hear 'em talk,
the Oldest Story Ever Told.
Somewhere far along that road
He won your soul
and defeated the Darkness.
He defeated the Darkness.
Oh.
He defeated the Darkness.
Verse One:
How could He be so
brave up against His enemies? Oh!
And, you know, He did it all for you, though.
Went through all of that pain just for you, you know.
I mean after all the things He had been through,
I mean after all the hearts He got into,
And He knew of the sins they hadn't told Him
but even through all that He still loved them.
And He wants all of us to come to Him.
But we walk around like we don't know Him.
He wants to be your friend, be your homie.
He doesn't want you to be so lonely.
Chorus:
In the Church
I hear 'em talk,
the Oldest Story Ever Told.
Somewhere far along that road
He won your soul
and defeated the Darkness.
He defeated the Darkness.
Oh.
He defeated the Darkness.
Verse Two:
He gave His life to defeat the Evil.
Died on the cross to win back your soul.
Came down to Earth from way above so
He could save you from the Devil You Know.
He wants you to have eternal life so
You can be with Him forever mo'.
He won't stop, won't give up on You,
Cuz He loves you more than you could know.
Go run and tell your friends you believe in Him.
Say He wants to become a part of them.
You preach the Word and plant the Seed,
and let God do the growing of that little tree.
Chorus:
In the Church
I hear 'em talk,
the Oldest Story Ever Told.
Somewhere far along that road
He won your soul
and defeated the Darkness.
He defeated the Darkness.
Oh.
He defeated the Darkness.
Verse Three/Bridge:
Talkin, talkin about God,
Lookin' toward the Humble Cross,
Thinkin 'bout what He went through,
all to save both me and you.
Darkness shrouded all the Earth
'Til Jesus came through Virgin Birth
And did defeat the Enemy (Enemy)
I know that I believe
in Jesus Christ, the Son.
He made the Darkness Light
because He gave His life!
Yes, He gave His life...
Chorus:
In the Church
I hear 'em talk,
the Oldest Story Ever Told.
Somewhere far along that road
He won your soul
and defeated the Darkness.
He defeated the Darkness.
Oh.
He defeated the Darkness.
Chorus:
In the Church
I hear 'em talk,
the Oldest Story Ever Told.
Somewhere far along that road
He won your soul
and defeated the Darkness.
He defeated the Darkness.
Oh.
He defeated the Darkness.
Verse One:
How could He be so
brave up against His enemies? Oh!
And, you know, He did it all for you, though.
Went through all of that pain just for you, you know.
I mean after all the things He had been through,
I mean after all the hearts He got into,
And He knew of the sins they hadn't told Him
but even through all that He still loved them.
And He wants all of us to come to Him.
But we walk around like we don't know Him.
He wants to be your friend, be your homie.
He doesn't want you to be so lonely.
Chorus:
In the Church
I hear 'em talk,
the Oldest Story Ever Told.
Somewhere far along that road
He won your soul
and defeated the Darkness.
He defeated the Darkness.
Oh.
He defeated the Darkness.
Verse Two:
He gave His life to defeat the Evil.
Died on the cross to win back your soul.
Came down to Earth from way above so
He could save you from the Devil You Know.
He wants you to have eternal life so
You can be with Him forever mo'.
He won't stop, won't give up on You,
Cuz He loves you more than you could know.
Go run and tell your friends you believe in Him.
Say He wants to become a part of them.
You preach the Word and plant the Seed,
and let God do the growing of that little tree.
Chorus:
In the Church
I hear 'em talk,
the Oldest Story Ever Told.
Somewhere far along that road
He won your soul
and defeated the Darkness.
He defeated the Darkness.
Oh.
He defeated the Darkness.
Verse Three/Bridge:
Talkin, talkin about God,
Lookin' toward the Humble Cross,
Thinkin 'bout what He went through,
all to save both me and you.
Darkness shrouded all the Earth
'Til Jesus came through Virgin Birth
And did defeat the Enemy (Enemy)
I know that I believe
in Jesus Christ, the Son.
He made the Darkness Light
because He gave His life!
Yes, He gave His life...
Chorus:
In the Church
I hear 'em talk,
the Oldest Story Ever Told.
Somewhere far along that road
He won your soul
and defeated the Darkness.
He defeated the Darkness.
Oh.
He defeated the Darkness.
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