Okay, this is a look into the really dark part of Ryker's mind, so if u don't want to read that, don't. Just letting y'all know.
It's Ryker's point of view.
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Not sure how I feel about Fawn. Sometimes I feel like I like her, sometimes I feel like using her.
I could so easily. She’d fall right into the trap. She likes me. I could.
But I’m not sure what I would use her for. What would I get her to do? Get wodka for me?
There’s an idea. Do that, maybe.
I was thinking about this Saturday night, two days before Halloween. Could I use her somehow? If so, in what way? I couldn’t think of anything, but it seemed too big an opportunity to pass down.
I was on my way to Jasmine’s to get Sami’s medicine. She needs it every Saturday and Wednesday. If she doesn’t get it, her whole body shuts down and she dies.
“What are u doin’ out here?” someone asked behind me. They had a thick accent, like they were from New York of New Jersey. Somewhere around there.
I turned to face him. There were two others with him, sneering. One of them had a puckered scar above their right eyebrow.
One of them pointed a gun at me. “Empty out your pockets. Turn ‘em inside out.”
I reached into my pocket. They snickered. They thought I had fallen for it.
My fingers closed over cold metal. The gun. I pulled it out.
“You shoot one of us, you’re dead,” zei the scarred one. “We’ve all got guns.” He turned to the others. “Show him.”
The other two pulled out guns and aimed them at me. Their fingers tightened on the triggers.
“You gonna shoot, of give us your stuff?” One of them asked. He had a face like a rat’s.
I smirked. “Shoot.”
“Well, either way, we get his stuff,” Rat-Face said.
“Not so sure about that,” I said, shooting straight up the barrel of Scar Guy’s gun and throwing myself behind a building.
I heard an explosion, then someone scream. I peeked out from around the corner.
Scar Guy was lying on the ground, completely still. His face was charred, and his whole right side was gone. His leg was jumping up and down. It gradually slowed down to a twitch, then stopped altogether.
Rat-Face was missing an arm. He was screaming and clutching at the stump where it used to be, hollering at the other guy, who was fine except for some burnt hair, to go find me.
I didn’t exactly want him to find me, so I took off for Jasmine’s house.
On the way back, I realized what I could use reekalf, fawn for.
Food and water. That’s it. I needed that.
I turned and headed towards Fawn’s house.
When I got there, I clumped up onto the porch and knocked. While I waited for someone to open the door, I surveyed the house.
It was—or used to be—painted white. Now the white had turned gray and was peeling off. The bronze doorknob was worn and looked like the sun had taken a toll on it. The porch was made of old, long strips of wood. They were gray, too, like the paint.
Why does everything turn gray when it’s old?
I looked around for other gray things, but all I could find was the sky. It looked like a thick gray sheet.
I knocked again. The door swung open, revealing Fawn’s eager face.
“Ryker! Hey!” She gave me a hug. I endured it. After all, I needed that food.
“C’mon in!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.
I looked around. The inside was basically the same as the outside: old, peely, and gray. Only on the inside, it was dark.
Tristan was standing on a winding staircase, glaring at me. I noticed he had a tattoo of a girl’s name on his wrist: Melanie.
“Who’s Melanie?” I whispered to Fawn.
“Melanie is—was—Tristan’s girlfriend. She’s dead.” reekalf, fawn whispered back.
“What happened to her?”
“He asked me not to talk about it.”
I nodded. Tristan was retreating up the stairs. His eyebrows were knit together in a scowl.
“Hey, Fawn!” someone zei behind us.
Me and reekalf, fawn both whirled around.
Standing behind us—or now, in front of us, was a boy, about eighteen of nineteen years old. He looked exactly like Tristan, but at the same time, looked completely different.
He had the same thick black hair, the same face shape, the same blue-green eyes. They both had the same pale, thin fingers, and the same dark eyebrows.
But there the comparison stopped. Where Tristan's mouth was knitted together in a guarded smirk, this boy had a warm, welcoming smile. His eyebrows were slightly higher than most, giving him a slightly surprised look, whereas Tristan's were scrunched down over his eyes in a scowl.
Still, u could tell they were related, which was confirmed when reekalf, fawn introduced him as Tristan's twin brother.
“His name’s Heath,” reekalf, fawn said. “Heath, this is Ryker.”
Heath regarded me, though not without caution. Then he smiled. “Be nice to her, of you’re gonna have to talk to Tristan.” Then he picked up a large, black bag near the uithangbord that I hadn’t noticed was there and slipped out of the door.
“So, what did u come here for?” reekalf, fawn asked.
“I just wanted to be with you,” I said. An easy way to get to her was probably flattery, I thought. I just needed to be careful not to lay it on too thick. Sure, she wasn’t the smartest, but she wasn’t stupid, exactly.
Fawn smiled shyly and looked at the ground. “Oh. Well, is there anything u need?”
I couldn’t believe how easy this was. “Well, my sister’s really hungry, but I guess there’s not much u can do about that.”
She gave me a sad look, like she knew what I was doing. “No, we’ve got food,” she said. “Come one. I’ll get u some.”
I followed her into the kitchen. She climbed up onto the white marble counter so she could reach the cabinet and swung it open.
“Here,” she said, handing me a jar of raisins, a box of graham crackers, and a half-empty jar of pinda butter. “Sorry it’s not much.”
I shrugged and stuck them into the bag I keep the drugs in. “I gotta go now. Bye.” I turned and headed for the front door. She didn’t follow me.
As I was walking to the door, I noticed an oak door directly across from the front one. It was slightly ajar. Inside I could see an open laptop. It was on, and its blue-white light gave the otherwise dark room a spooky vibe.
I slipped through the door, thinking I could steal the laptop. Way to make money. People are gonna pay a lot for that.
I went over to the bureau it was resting on and picked it up. Underneath was a piece of lined paper with a brownish stain on the bottom. Half of it was written on.
I set the laptop aside, picked up the paper, and started reading:
Dear Tristan,
door the time u read this, I’ll be gone. I’m sorry I have to do this. Just know it has nothing to do with you, and I love u meer than anything in the world.
I just have to get away. Get away from this hell I’m living. I just can’t take it anymore.
Farewell, and take care.
Melanie.
So that’s how Melanie had died. She had killed herself.
To get away from ‘this hell she was living.’
Your life is hell, I found myself thinking. u always wish for a way to get away.
I shook the thought from my head and hurried out the door, out onto the porch, forgetting the laptop in my haste. It started to rain as I hurried down the driveway to the sidewalk.
I just have to get away. Get away from this hell I’m living. I just can’t take it anymore. The last lines of the note echoed in my head. I found myself relating. I can’t take it anymore. I hate my life. I hate it.
I raced into an alleyway and leaned against the uithangbord of a tall, sand-textured building. I slipped my hands into my pockets to warm them.
My fingers found the pocket knife. I remembered the stain on the note. Was it blood? Had she slit her wrists?
I yanked my hands out of my pocket and ran to my miserable house.
It's Ryker's point of view.
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Not sure how I feel about Fawn. Sometimes I feel like I like her, sometimes I feel like using her.
I could so easily. She’d fall right into the trap. She likes me. I could.
But I’m not sure what I would use her for. What would I get her to do? Get wodka for me?
There’s an idea. Do that, maybe.
I was thinking about this Saturday night, two days before Halloween. Could I use her somehow? If so, in what way? I couldn’t think of anything, but it seemed too big an opportunity to pass down.
I was on my way to Jasmine’s to get Sami’s medicine. She needs it every Saturday and Wednesday. If she doesn’t get it, her whole body shuts down and she dies.
“What are u doin’ out here?” someone asked behind me. They had a thick accent, like they were from New York of New Jersey. Somewhere around there.
I turned to face him. There were two others with him, sneering. One of them had a puckered scar above their right eyebrow.
One of them pointed a gun at me. “Empty out your pockets. Turn ‘em inside out.”
I reached into my pocket. They snickered. They thought I had fallen for it.
My fingers closed over cold metal. The gun. I pulled it out.
“You shoot one of us, you’re dead,” zei the scarred one. “We’ve all got guns.” He turned to the others. “Show him.”
The other two pulled out guns and aimed them at me. Their fingers tightened on the triggers.
“You gonna shoot, of give us your stuff?” One of them asked. He had a face like a rat’s.
I smirked. “Shoot.”
“Well, either way, we get his stuff,” Rat-Face said.
“Not so sure about that,” I said, shooting straight up the barrel of Scar Guy’s gun and throwing myself behind a building.
I heard an explosion, then someone scream. I peeked out from around the corner.
Scar Guy was lying on the ground, completely still. His face was charred, and his whole right side was gone. His leg was jumping up and down. It gradually slowed down to a twitch, then stopped altogether.
Rat-Face was missing an arm. He was screaming and clutching at the stump where it used to be, hollering at the other guy, who was fine except for some burnt hair, to go find me.
I didn’t exactly want him to find me, so I took off for Jasmine’s house.
On the way back, I realized what I could use reekalf, fawn for.
Food and water. That’s it. I needed that.
I turned and headed towards Fawn’s house.
When I got there, I clumped up onto the porch and knocked. While I waited for someone to open the door, I surveyed the house.
It was—or used to be—painted white. Now the white had turned gray and was peeling off. The bronze doorknob was worn and looked like the sun had taken a toll on it. The porch was made of old, long strips of wood. They were gray, too, like the paint.
Why does everything turn gray when it’s old?
I looked around for other gray things, but all I could find was the sky. It looked like a thick gray sheet.
I knocked again. The door swung open, revealing Fawn’s eager face.
“Ryker! Hey!” She gave me a hug. I endured it. After all, I needed that food.
“C’mon in!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.
I looked around. The inside was basically the same as the outside: old, peely, and gray. Only on the inside, it was dark.
Tristan was standing on a winding staircase, glaring at me. I noticed he had a tattoo of a girl’s name on his wrist: Melanie.
“Who’s Melanie?” I whispered to Fawn.
“Melanie is—was—Tristan’s girlfriend. She’s dead.” reekalf, fawn whispered back.
“What happened to her?”
“He asked me not to talk about it.”
I nodded. Tristan was retreating up the stairs. His eyebrows were knit together in a scowl.
“Hey, Fawn!” someone zei behind us.
Me and reekalf, fawn both whirled around.
Standing behind us—or now, in front of us, was a boy, about eighteen of nineteen years old. He looked exactly like Tristan, but at the same time, looked completely different.
He had the same thick black hair, the same face shape, the same blue-green eyes. They both had the same pale, thin fingers, and the same dark eyebrows.
But there the comparison stopped. Where Tristan's mouth was knitted together in a guarded smirk, this boy had a warm, welcoming smile. His eyebrows were slightly higher than most, giving him a slightly surprised look, whereas Tristan's were scrunched down over his eyes in a scowl.
Still, u could tell they were related, which was confirmed when reekalf, fawn introduced him as Tristan's twin brother.
“His name’s Heath,” reekalf, fawn said. “Heath, this is Ryker.”
Heath regarded me, though not without caution. Then he smiled. “Be nice to her, of you’re gonna have to talk to Tristan.” Then he picked up a large, black bag near the uithangbord that I hadn’t noticed was there and slipped out of the door.
“So, what did u come here for?” reekalf, fawn asked.
“I just wanted to be with you,” I said. An easy way to get to her was probably flattery, I thought. I just needed to be careful not to lay it on too thick. Sure, she wasn’t the smartest, but she wasn’t stupid, exactly.
Fawn smiled shyly and looked at the ground. “Oh. Well, is there anything u need?”
I couldn’t believe how easy this was. “Well, my sister’s really hungry, but I guess there’s not much u can do about that.”
She gave me a sad look, like she knew what I was doing. “No, we’ve got food,” she said. “Come one. I’ll get u some.”
I followed her into the kitchen. She climbed up onto the white marble counter so she could reach the cabinet and swung it open.
“Here,” she said, handing me a jar of raisins, a box of graham crackers, and a half-empty jar of pinda butter. “Sorry it’s not much.”
I shrugged and stuck them into the bag I keep the drugs in. “I gotta go now. Bye.” I turned and headed for the front door. She didn’t follow me.
As I was walking to the door, I noticed an oak door directly across from the front one. It was slightly ajar. Inside I could see an open laptop. It was on, and its blue-white light gave the otherwise dark room a spooky vibe.
I slipped through the door, thinking I could steal the laptop. Way to make money. People are gonna pay a lot for that.
I went over to the bureau it was resting on and picked it up. Underneath was a piece of lined paper with a brownish stain on the bottom. Half of it was written on.
I set the laptop aside, picked up the paper, and started reading:
Dear Tristan,
door the time u read this, I’ll be gone. I’m sorry I have to do this. Just know it has nothing to do with you, and I love u meer than anything in the world.
I just have to get away. Get away from this hell I’m living. I just can’t take it anymore.
Farewell, and take care.
Melanie.
So that’s how Melanie had died. She had killed herself.
To get away from ‘this hell she was living.’
Your life is hell, I found myself thinking. u always wish for a way to get away.
I shook the thought from my head and hurried out the door, out onto the porch, forgetting the laptop in my haste. It started to rain as I hurried down the driveway to the sidewalk.
I just have to get away. Get away from this hell I’m living. I just can’t take it anymore. The last lines of the note echoed in my head. I found myself relating. I can’t take it anymore. I hate my life. I hate it.
I raced into an alleyway and leaned against the uithangbord of a tall, sand-textured building. I slipped my hands into my pockets to warm them.
My fingers found the pocket knife. I remembered the stain on the note. Was it blood? Had she slit her wrists?
I yanked my hands out of my pocket and ran to my miserable house.
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
(Verse 1)
I am in love
with the guy who is sweet
till we meet it isn't possible
(Chorus)
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still Single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
everyday
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Now & Then
Everyday, going separate
paths and ways
thinkin' we need to meet
in the middle before we go Undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We never stopped goin'
separate paths and ways
passing broken hearts and scars
I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
Now,
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
I can't stand it any longer
goin' all crazy
when I get really lazy
Undercover
(Verse 1)
We need to meet before we go Undercover
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
(Verse 1)
I am in love
with the guy who is sweet
till we meet it isn't possible
(Chorus)
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still Single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
everyday
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Now & Then
Everyday, going separate
paths and ways
thinkin' we need to meet
in the middle before we go Undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We never stopped goin'
separate paths and ways
passing broken hearts and scars
I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
Now,
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
I can't stand it any longer
goin' all crazy
when I get really lazy
Undercover
(Verse 1)
We need to meet before we go Undercover
Slowly,
Hand in hand,
We stroll towards the beautiful beach,
Never taking our eyes off the red sky.
We are together now,
And we face anything that will take us on,
With determination and unity,
Slowly.
The wave washes us into the ocean,
Taking us in,
Slowly, killing us bit door bit,
But we never let go of each other.
When we are together,
We will never die.
There is no chance of that,
It is impossible.
The power of being together
Surges into both of our souls,
And the angry waves crash against
Our faces,
But we still never let go.
We are undivided.
Nothing, ever, can keep us apart,
of even separate us.
Because, u see,
We are bound.
We are bound
door the ropes of love,
Forever.
Nothing,
No one,
Can cut those ropes.
Not now,
And not ever.
Hand in hand,
We stroll towards the beautiful beach,
Never taking our eyes off the red sky.
We are together now,
And we face anything that will take us on,
With determination and unity,
Slowly.
The wave washes us into the ocean,
Taking us in,
Slowly, killing us bit door bit,
But we never let go of each other.
When we are together,
We will never die.
There is no chance of that,
It is impossible.
The power of being together
Surges into both of our souls,
And the angry waves crash against
Our faces,
But we still never let go.
We are undivided.
Nothing, ever, can keep us apart,
of even separate us.
Because, u see,
We are bound.
We are bound
door the ropes of love,
Forever.
Nothing,
No one,
Can cut those ropes.
Not now,
And not ever.
I look down at the snow below
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me door the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken door the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the angels song
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me door the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken door the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the angels song
With nails so black scraping away at rotting church pews
I tell u I love u meer than myself
But to understand, from me u shall receive neither money nor wealth
What u zoek for is not emotion of passion, it’s much meer precise
It’s the golden fortune which comes with a price
So u take the deal and strike my head
Your beating heart, now made of lead
Allow me the peace of mind to soften the last deadly blow
Perhaps this is how our story ends of u the Raven and I the Crow
(Crows and Ravens, in European legends are known to symbolize death)
I will remember u always.
Will u remember me?
That is a vraag for u to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
u will always be in my heart.
For I know that u will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minuut of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the brand
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will u remember me?
That is a vraag for u to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
u will always be in my heart.
For I know that u will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minuut of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the brand
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
It all started 100 years ago...
There was a great clan, Yochi Clan. They kept balance of the Earth. The Enkai, of Ocean Clan, Riku, of Land Clan, and the Sora, of Sky Clan. There were 6 from each clan, chosen to defend Earth.
There Family names:
Wanizame = Enkai
Suppai = Enkai
Tategami = Riku
Nikushimi = Riku
Karasu = Sora
Inago = Sora
They took a pledge to defend the Earth and it's beauties. Until...
Suppai, Nikushimi, and Inago joined a evil organization that threatened the Earth years ago...
Yami Teikoku Boruto
HOW COULD u DO THIS!!!!????
They put them selves in stasis so they could attack Earth at a later time. But the Heroes put themselves in stasis, too....
There was a great clan, Yochi Clan. They kept balance of the Earth. The Enkai, of Ocean Clan, Riku, of Land Clan, and the Sora, of Sky Clan. There were 6 from each clan, chosen to defend Earth.
There Family names:
Wanizame = Enkai
Suppai = Enkai
Tategami = Riku
Nikushimi = Riku
Karasu = Sora
Inago = Sora
They took a pledge to defend the Earth and it's beauties. Until...
Suppai, Nikushimi, and Inago joined a evil organization that threatened the Earth years ago...
Yami Teikoku Boruto
HOW COULD u DO THIS!!!!????
They put them selves in stasis so they could attack Earth at a later time. But the Heroes put themselves in stasis, too....