Chapter Eight
IF ONLY I COULD HAVE MULTIPLE LIVES of LIVE FOREVER. -Erica
I was rudely thrown in a miniature room. He didn't say much when he lugged me here. Although, I could sense others nearby but when I looked there were no ghost of anyone near. I had finally gotten rid of the feeling to only have it come back again. This time I saw who it was. "Erica?" A shimmery figure exposed itself to me. A little surprise but not as surprise as Erica who was now flickering on and off like a light bulb.
"Who are u and why did u attack me?" This Erica was not the one I remembered from my past. This Erica seemed a bit insane and paranoid. I edged closer to her as she back up. She couldn't get far. "I know she must have sent u to look for me. It was a trap u insolent girl." Her eyes shifted from me to the wall. She scurried closer to it.
"Erica?" I asked again. She simply ignored me. I enclosed on her as she held her ear up to the wall.
"Emma is around here somewhere." She faced me. "She isn't looking for you. She wants the key. She is greedy." Emma faded through the uithangbord but reappeared within minutes. She now had a British accent. "Check your pocket."
"Why should I check my pocket? Besides there is something we must talk about first. I need to know everything and then plus we have a bunch meer like u and your sister and my sight."
Erica rolled her eyes incredulous. "You silly humans. Just check your pocket and I will answer your unappealing vragen afterwards."
Reluctantly I check my jeans pocket to find a silver, pint-sized key. I held it in my hands. It looked as light as a feather but it must have weighed as much as me. "What is this?"
"Good golly," Erica zei in a southern accent. "This sure is a a dandy key u got there. It must be worth about a fortune especially since that darn tooting thing could turn The Grey Realm to a peaceful accommodation."
"Explain," I said.
"That key is could unlock peace. No wonder my sister wanted it. She was going to sell it to The One," zei Erica. She grabbed the key from my hand and slide it through a crack in the wall. "That there hole should keep the key from evil eyes. u know he has spies watching us. He is a little demon."
I was confused on a lot of things. Most of them was about Erica. I don't recall someone so psychotic like Erica. I always thought is Erica as the nice one. What happened to her? It must have been the years in this place. Emma did say that her sister was captured door The One. Another confusion she has was over The One and why everyone is so secretive about him. Barely anyone shares any information on him. Erica keeps saying he has spies everywhere. He could have been observing Sophie and I all of our lives and we didn't know it?
A little while afterwards Erica began rambling on about mad toe disease. I let my thoughts trail. Ever since I fund out about telepathy I he bent practicing. I wanted to be able to see anything Sophie saw of at least connect to her mind. I haven't gotten very far and most of the websites that swear they can teach u only end up being a scam. I didn't know any other twins who could help with this so I had to figure this out on my own.
The first thing I usually do is to relax all of my muscles. Many websites zei that this helps with the connection. Since Sophie doesn't know that I am trying to connect to her brain, there will be no guards of defense mechanisms to shield her thoughts. After I have relaxed my muscles, I go into a state of complete quietness. Everything around me is blocked so I can't hear a thing. That is all the information that I have gathered. I sit there thinking of my sister hoping that I would be able to contact her through her brain. I giver a few minuten until I finally give up. I pivot towards Erica who is silently watching me. "Have u ever use telepathy to contact your sister?"
The vraag takes her door surprise. "Yes, I have. Can't you? I contact Emma all of the time. She mostly ignores me so I really can't talk to her. My bud even taught me how to see what she s doing through her eyes. It is a very useful technique. u know what else is useful, forks. I find them excellent backscratchers."
"Can u teach me?" I question.
"Why of course, but I really don't know who u are. Are u a friend of Emma's."
I consider my answer and then nod,
"I help no friend of my sister. u are a enemy to me now." A guard strolls through the door. I could clearly make out the his navy blue uniform and the gun that is in his holster.
"It is time for your trial Erica Salem." He goes away with Erica close behind. Will I have a trial? I found nothing better to do but to sleep and wait for Erica to return.
The Grey Realm must work differently in time then my realm. I knew I must have slept for hours but when Erica returned she zei that she was only gone for a minute. I felt refreshed and ready to get information on telepathy through Erica.
"Are u ready to here the results of my trial?" She asked brightly. "Then I shall answer one of your numerous questions."
"One? I need u to answer them all. There is so much I want to know." I tried begging with my eyes which was a trick that always worked on daddy.
"Shut it, mortal!" she said. "The result of my trial are that my spirit shall be contributed into the souls of The One. I will become him door the weekend! I can't wait!" She did a little dance.
IF ONLY I COULD HAVE MULTIPLE LIVES of LIVE FOREVER. -Erica
I was rudely thrown in a miniature room. He didn't say much when he lugged me here. Although, I could sense others nearby but when I looked there were no ghost of anyone near. I had finally gotten rid of the feeling to only have it come back again. This time I saw who it was. "Erica?" A shimmery figure exposed itself to me. A little surprise but not as surprise as Erica who was now flickering on and off like a light bulb.
"Who are u and why did u attack me?" This Erica was not the one I remembered from my past. This Erica seemed a bit insane and paranoid. I edged closer to her as she back up. She couldn't get far. "I know she must have sent u to look for me. It was a trap u insolent girl." Her eyes shifted from me to the wall. She scurried closer to it.
"Erica?" I asked again. She simply ignored me. I enclosed on her as she held her ear up to the wall.
"Emma is around here somewhere." She faced me. "She isn't looking for you. She wants the key. She is greedy." Emma faded through the uithangbord but reappeared within minutes. She now had a British accent. "Check your pocket."
"Why should I check my pocket? Besides there is something we must talk about first. I need to know everything and then plus we have a bunch meer like u and your sister and my sight."
Erica rolled her eyes incredulous. "You silly humans. Just check your pocket and I will answer your unappealing vragen afterwards."
Reluctantly I check my jeans pocket to find a silver, pint-sized key. I held it in my hands. It looked as light as a feather but it must have weighed as much as me. "What is this?"
"Good golly," Erica zei in a southern accent. "This sure is a a dandy key u got there. It must be worth about a fortune especially since that darn tooting thing could turn The Grey Realm to a peaceful accommodation."
"Explain," I said.
"That key is could unlock peace. No wonder my sister wanted it. She was going to sell it to The One," zei Erica. She grabbed the key from my hand and slide it through a crack in the wall. "That there hole should keep the key from evil eyes. u know he has spies watching us. He is a little demon."
I was confused on a lot of things. Most of them was about Erica. I don't recall someone so psychotic like Erica. I always thought is Erica as the nice one. What happened to her? It must have been the years in this place. Emma did say that her sister was captured door The One. Another confusion she has was over The One and why everyone is so secretive about him. Barely anyone shares any information on him. Erica keeps saying he has spies everywhere. He could have been observing Sophie and I all of our lives and we didn't know it?
A little while afterwards Erica began rambling on about mad toe disease. I let my thoughts trail. Ever since I fund out about telepathy I he bent practicing. I wanted to be able to see anything Sophie saw of at least connect to her mind. I haven't gotten very far and most of the websites that swear they can teach u only end up being a scam. I didn't know any other twins who could help with this so I had to figure this out on my own.
The first thing I usually do is to relax all of my muscles. Many websites zei that this helps with the connection. Since Sophie doesn't know that I am trying to connect to her brain, there will be no guards of defense mechanisms to shield her thoughts. After I have relaxed my muscles, I go into a state of complete quietness. Everything around me is blocked so I can't hear a thing. That is all the information that I have gathered. I sit there thinking of my sister hoping that I would be able to contact her through her brain. I giver a few minuten until I finally give up. I pivot towards Erica who is silently watching me. "Have u ever use telepathy to contact your sister?"
The vraag takes her door surprise. "Yes, I have. Can't you? I contact Emma all of the time. She mostly ignores me so I really can't talk to her. My bud even taught me how to see what she s doing through her eyes. It is a very useful technique. u know what else is useful, forks. I find them excellent backscratchers."
"Can u teach me?" I question.
"Why of course, but I really don't know who u are. Are u a friend of Emma's."
I consider my answer and then nod,
"I help no friend of my sister. u are a enemy to me now." A guard strolls through the door. I could clearly make out the his navy blue uniform and the gun that is in his holster.
"It is time for your trial Erica Salem." He goes away with Erica close behind. Will I have a trial? I found nothing better to do but to sleep and wait for Erica to return.
The Grey Realm must work differently in time then my realm. I knew I must have slept for hours but when Erica returned she zei that she was only gone for a minute. I felt refreshed and ready to get information on telepathy through Erica.
"Are u ready to here the results of my trial?" She asked brightly. "Then I shall answer one of your numerous questions."
"One? I need u to answer them all. There is so much I want to know." I tried begging with my eyes which was a trick that always worked on daddy.
"Shut it, mortal!" she said. "The result of my trial are that my spirit shall be contributed into the souls of The One. I will become him door the weekend! I can't wait!" She did a little dance.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't schommel, swing me door my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if u destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't schommel, swing me door my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if u destroy me.
No matter how much u wish for meer it happens like the uur glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test door our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test door our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover 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
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover 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
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to slikken me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that u will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. volgende time, I invite u to kom bij with us on our battle. And it will be even meer life-consuming, if u know what that means.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood door me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To toon them that...
Their work was useful.
To toon them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to toon all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood door me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To toon them that...
Their work was useful.
To toon them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to toon all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.