Fantasy Soul Secrets

[Brax]

Cameron was hit with that same bullshit that everyone else was. The only difference was that it pushed him over the edge; when the agent ended up grabbing a whole bunch of that messy jet-black hair, he fell unconscious. Being dragged along, Cameron didn't feel a thing. Nor did he know what was going on, but there was one thing he was certain of before he passed out; and that was the fact that if the Agent didn't want anybody but him, then he should be taken. One person, especially him, should not hold up an entire group of people who were running from the law, let alone get them killed.


The heels of his shoes dug into the ground below him as the agent pulled. That was before the agent was shocked and let him go, causing Cameron's body to fall limply to the ground below. Landing on his back first before his head banged into the ground, Cameron's posture remained still. He was still breathing, lightly. Honestly, it felt good to finally be asleep, regardless of how he got there - but consciously, he wouldn't have known this considering the terrible damage that had all ready been put upon V's body from even before Cameron ascended to level 2.


When the agent walked away, Cameron didn't get up. Even while he was comatose, he was still sweating profusely. His difficulty to breathe translated into short, silent heaves of air.

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[decomposition]

Chantal called out to Cameron again, falling to her knees once she reached his body. She felt incredibly weak, frustrated, dazed – just every worse possible of combinations she'd experienced for the first time. However, she couldn't say the same for her other half. Realizing he was passed out, she bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw a bit of blood in exasperation and stared at him before looking up at the rest of the group. They all were a hideous wreak and injured pretty badly. Some looked like they've lost the will to carry on cause, really, what was the point? Her eyes turned to Julie and Ben. Seeing them hug each other tenderly and cry as one cause her heart to become heavy.


There was nothing to say. If they couldn't stand up to merely one man, how could they take down the rest of the enemies whom were after them? Then she thought of the safe-house and had a sudden agreement with herself that they needed to train to become stronger. Or just get their to be out of harms way, even if everyone's will were nothing but a whisper in the wind.


Chantal looked back down at Cameron's body, sitting herself up swiftly and ignored the flash of lightheadedness. She had to get them to the safe-house no matter how poorly she was feeling. Taking off her sweater, she folded it up with one hand and used her other to left the pink soul's head, putting the sweater underneath. Standing up, albeit slowly, she looked at the remaining people in the group who were still functional of at least walking; which were a handful thankfully. The urge of vomiting cursed her body again but she swallowed it down with hard gulp and spoke to them.


“W-We need to get out of the jungle and into the safe-house as fast as we can,” she said to the remaining group. “We're beaten and tired. Some of us need medical healing. It's not safe here. Please help me carry the others, if you can. If not, then I'll levitate us all there if I have to.” Even speaking properly was hard to do. She sighed and averted her eyes to Cameron, making sure her gaze never left him until someone spoke back in return.

 

[Idyllia]

Katarina quickly brushed herself off, feeling guilty for her little efforts to defeat the man that had now hurt her friends. Some were hurt terribly, others just a little. Everyone was a little bit scratched up. She looked around at all of her injured friends, then her eyes rested on Chantal as she suggested to get out of the jungle. Katarina decided to stay silent, staring at the contents on the ground. Which just consisted of moss, rocks, grass and other plants.


She just wanted to keep her friends safe, but her selfishness made her restrain her powers. Katarina thought that maybe, if she tried harder with her powers, she could've prevented her friends getting hurt. She had second thoughts during the battle, which made her procrastinate in casting any of her powers on the man. She sighed before holding up her hand to her eyes, trying and failing to hide herself.


(Sorry, tapatalk. I am not going to be home until Monday, so I'm just going to post occasionally through tapatalk)

 

[decomposition]

Chantal looked up after seeing Katarina break down from the corner of her eyes. With a soft sigh, she directed a hand towards Cameron to draw up one of her barriers around him, making sure he was a bit comfortable before she levitated him into the air. She walked over to Honesty and James to do the same, feeling extremely weak already from carrying three members of the group with her powers as she was already on edge. It must've been the will to get them all to safety and to make sure Cameron was well-rested and cared for.


She returned to Kat and placed a comforting hand on the female's shoulders. "Come on, let's go." It was all she could say, really, for there was no words left to say until they reached the safe house. Chantal looked at the other who were capable of moving before she started to head in the presumable direction of their destination, hoping that the group all would follow her even if they were ready or not.


(can we just time skip ahead? i'm not really in the mood to carry this on lmao.)

 

[Harlan]

Julie lifted his head from Ben's shoulder, asking softly in her ear,"Are you okay?" He knew she was hurt, but he wanted to know if she could move on. He wasn't sure what he would do if anyone, if she died and left him. He couldn't let that happen again he resolved when he was a kid, and now it was stronger than ever. He wanted to get to training as fast as possible, to prevent anything like this from happening again. Julie slowly peeled himself from Ben, looking at her face and then her neck.


"...Sorry." he said lightly, wiping his blood off of her neck with his hand, although he only helped in smudging most of it. He looked forward to a nice long shower again. He slowly turned his body, exhausted from everything that had happen, to see Chantal carry three people with her mind. He felt that he should help out but he could barely manage to hold himself up. Taking a step forward, Julie felt his entire body start to buckle and descend. The kick to his face really shook his brain, the damage still lingering.

 

[Mikailgirl]

Valentina saw as everyone started to move and walk on. Her friends looked really tired and she feared Chantal would pass out from carrying some many people in such a weak state. she quietly walked over and picked up James bridal style. "I'm still strong so I'll carry him, you don't need all this stress on you powers." She smiled and gave her a thumbs up and trekked on with James.

 

[Bea Delaine]

Ben nodded at his question, smiling lightly. Her head spun and her hands were too full of holes to be useful but she figured she could make the walk. "I can hold on a bit longer.. and its okay.. we're both dirty, hm?" She said softly as he tried to wipe the blood off her. Somehow it didnt scare her or make her feel sick. Only worried. His touch cancelled out the disgust.


"Oh, easy.." she caught him the best she could without using her hands, wrapping her arm under his, and lifting his other arm over her shoulder for leverage. "You took a bad spill.. just relax.."

 

[Idyllia]

Katarina weakly smiled at Chantal's efforts. She appreciated it, but she still felt very guilty. She should've helped more. Katarina shook her head and slowly got up, seeing as most of them have started walking. She shouldn't wallow in her own pain, it would make her kind of selfish and she hated getting consoled by others. She does appreciate the gestures, she just thinks she can handle it herself. Even if it was too much to handle. Katarina sighed, letting out all of her negative energy and then smiled. It's alright. It's not like they have a grudge against her for not helping out. Right?





(time skip?)

 

[Brax]

There were a couple of members belonging to the group that were completely incapacitated. Others helped the rest move on. From this point in the jungle, there wasn't much of a distance left to cover, but it was still longer than it should have been, especially considering those helping the others who couldn't move on. Group morale was at it's lowest point, with the strongest members in the group being beaten so badly. It was obvious that they needed to take some time out to properly formulate their conscious efforts into bettering themselves. It was only natural.


When Cameron's eyes blinked open, he found himself more tired than he had been when he was knocked out. However, he wasn't completely drained; the travel had actually allowed him to gain a minimal amount of energy back. At first, he had no idea where he was - dead? Taken? Where was the rest of the group? A simple turn of his head and shifting of his hues would see that they all managed to make it out alive. He wasn't sure how, but they were able to get out, albeit in horrible form and even with a slight bit of luck.


If he had not given the group the proper coordinates, they would have never known which direction to travel in the first place. He was grateful that he thought far enough ahead to do that, but could he expect any less from himself? Allowing his body to slip through the barrier, Cameron made an attempt to land on his feet, but his legs wobbled out like jello and he fell on his ass. With a disgusted groan, he easily lifted himself up to his feet and began limping before the rest, at a fast pace. Through comments and concerns, he simply answered that he was fine to lead the way - and for now, he was.


When the group finally reached the safehouse, they would notice a couple of things. First, was that the house was right on the water; a rather large lake behind the abode was proof to that. Second, was that the house was three stories high, made of white stucco. Third, was that there were two cars in the driveway and the fourth was another resident living in the house. When Cameron put the key in the lock and twisted, he opened the door. Then, he was immediately greeted by a fist, which plowed into his face, hitting him in the bridge of his nose. The force of the hit cocked his head back entirely, causing blood to immediately leak out from his nostrils. Looking down at who it was, Cameron wasn't surprised to see that it was his step-sister. Well, not only by law, but more out of the fact that they had known each other for so long that they just considered each other step-siblings. Cameron even taught her how to fight, so he wasn't so mad when she clocked him. Considering she was taking care of herself, he didn't mind one but. Obviously, the maroon soul had not noticed; she greeted everyone and let them in immediately, sticking her head out to see if there was anyone following the group before shutting the door and locking every lock that she could - four in total.


Cameron quickly explained the situation, and his step-sister and she reciprocated the information before he finished. She knew what was going on, but not that the group had been running with nowhere else to go. Naturally, she opened the house up to everyone, with enough rooms to spare.


Cameron didn't waste an extra second. But Brandon will. Let's get to the layout of the house.


The entire house.

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The kitchen.

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The living room.

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Upstairs.

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The basement.

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Simple enough? Good. You decide what your rooms look like. Talk about a safe-HAVEN, amirite?


Walking down the steps, Cameron would lead Chantal into his old room, before moving to the bathroom down there to wash his face. There were two seperate bedrooms downstairs, but Cameron didn't care who occupied the other one, if anyone did at all. After he cleaned himself up as best he could without a shower, he walked back into his room.

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Grabbing Chantal's face with his hands once more, he moved her face closer toward his and pressed those lips against hers, softly, but only for a moment. "I love you. I'm glad you're okay. But I have to sleep now." Letting her go, he removed the shirt from his torso and crawled up onto the bed, moving some of those sheets and the blanket in the process. Twisting his body so that he was on his back, he passed out almost immediately. His body might have been beaten, broken, sick - but all of that temporarily went away in the time he remained asleep.

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@Turtlyturt


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[Turtlyturt]

My room [Well, a corner of the bed. ]

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The bathroom with the bedroom

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Mollie stepped out of the shower onto the cold tile and walked over to the body mirror, leaving small puddles of water behind her. She stood there staring at her nude body, "Damn I look good." She pulled a towel off the floor and wrapped it around her body, before entering her bedroom. Her long hair sticking to different places on her back and shoulders. Her dark eyeliner and mascara had smeared along her eyes and cheeks. She did small stretches before finally picking an outfit, small black shorts and a black and white long sleeve t-shirt. She cleaned her make-up off and

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redid it. She pinned her bangs back and laid down, turning her head to stare out the large full wall window she had installed.

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"Well, fuck."


She ran down the stairs and made it to the door just in time to see her step-brother, or who she considered her step-brother, Cameron. Whom she happily greeted with a punch to the face. She listened to everything he had to say and was kind-of-fine with everything. She stared at the people around her with a slight snarl on her face. She sat there for a moment taking everything in and just decided to nap.


"If anyone, decides to get the bright idea of waking me. I will end you." She spoke with a cold tone that seemed to echo in her own mind and hoped it did so in the others. "Fucking asshats, every one of them." She grunted and ran back up the stairs towards her room. She turned off the overhead and left on a few lamps that glowed blue, she pulled the curtains back on the windows and snuggled into bed.

 

[decomposition]

Chantal was completely out of it while she walked through the jungle towards the safe house, her energy draining gradually with each step she took. Carrying three people with her powers was definitely not the best thing to due seeing how she was at an extremely weak state. Her vision blurred from time to time and there was a constant ringing through her ears. It didn't even feel like she was alive in her body, just the sheer will power of getting the rest of the group to safety fueling her own. She didn't even take notice when Valentina had removed James from her barrier, somehow, to assist on carrying someone.


A few minutes later, she saw Cameron slip out of the other barrier she had constructed for him and fell backwards. No word of concern slipped from her lips as she saw, knowing that he would brush them off with remarks of “I'm fine”, so what was the point of say anything? With all of the negativity that coursed it way through her mind at the moment, she wondered if anything she said to him actually mattered. Does he really listen to her or does her words fly over him like a breath in the wind? Even after they had exchanged their I love you's and first kisses back at the supermarket, did it actually mean anything? She knew nothing about him other than they shared the same soul albeit the affection she had for him, but he – he would never properly reciprocate them they way her heart wanted to.


They reached the safe house soon after and it was much bigger than she imagined, but she cared no mind to it for she was still dazed from being weak. Chantal stopped as Cameron unlocked the door, raising an eyebrow at the sudden blow to his face by a girl already in the house in which she took to be his step-sister. She could tell that she was a maroon soul, however. She just felt it about her.


Chantal sighed once inside, looking around the gigantic house with a slight uninterested look on her face. It was amazing, don't get her wrong but she just wasn't into it at the time. Hopefully this depressed feeling would go away after she ate and slept. She allowed Cameron to lead her to his old room and she took the liberty of sitting on her bed when he went to the bathroom, her face casted downward. She thought that it would've been a happier time – to see him a bit more well, to be somewhere they were actually safe for the time being – but with everything that had occurred and all the thoughts that were being overthought, it just felt awkward.


When her other half returned from the restroom, lifting her face to place a kiss, she didn't reciprocate it this time. She didn't even say that she loved him back. “Night” was the only word that flowed out as a whisper to him as she watched him crawled into bed, going to sleep almost instantly. The peacefulness on his face brought her ease but not exactly comfort, though she smiled sadly anyway. Turn her back on him, she slipped off the bed to sit on the floor instead and buried her face in her knees after she brought them close to her chest.


This was one of her lowest moments in term of feelings and emotions in her life; she absolutely didn't feel like herself anymore.

 

[Turtlyturt]

The lion was what she was, or at least in her dreams.


7 am.


Her eyes opened slowly, the night had not been good to her. She had a large amount of dry drool on her cheeks, make-up smeared around her eyes, hair everywhere, and eye crust. She yawned, god at that morning breath. She scooted to the edge of the bed and stumbled over to her bathroom, where she did the morning chores, of washing her face and brushing her teeth along with teasing and up doing her hair and fixing her make up. She slipped into a fluffy black robe and sandals. Another yawn escaped her lips as she moved from the room. The sun that shone through the hallway windows hurt her eyes, coming from such a dark room. She squinted and made her way downstairs and to the kitchen.


She bent over and ran her fingers through her hair, she popped her body back up and snapped her fingers. God the embarrassment that would occur if someone had seen her, though she'd forgotten about everyone there, except now. "Fuck." From the fridge she got OJ and two eggs. She removed a tall glass and poured it half full of juice, then proceeded to mix the eggs in a bowl and throw it in the microwave. "Make me food oh magical micro wave." She whispered to herself. She bent over the counter and sipped at her juice, hearing the beep she removed the eggs and began stuffing her face full. "Delicious eggs. Thank you, great box." She continued stuffing her cheeks full of food,that she viciously chewed. "Om Nom, oh. gawd. Nom."

 

[Harlan]

Julie nodded appreciatively, giving a weak smile. He gladly accepted Ben's support as they slowly made their way with the group, treading lighter as he became increasingly conscious of how heavy his steps felt. After some more strenuous walking, they finally reached a clearing. His eyes began to slowly marvel at this great body of water, slowly moving up when it finally saw the safe house. Simply looking at the grandiose architect was enough to give Julie the vigor to walk by himself. After all the trouble they went through, it was there at last in front of them.


Upon reaching the front door, Julie took a step back as he saw Cameron's face impact against a fist. This place was suppose to be safe right? Fortunately, not long after some brief explanation, they entered the home. Too tired to even care what the or who the girl was or what she was even saying, Julie just went to the first room directed at. He tossed his bag to the side of the room blindly in the dark before making his way toward the bed. Before he could reach the bed, his body weakly crumbled on the floor and he immediately went to sleep with his worries past him.

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His wake was sudden, Julie lifted his face from the wood flooring. It felt like he slept for an eternity yet morning seemed like it came in a moment. So this is my room, he thought before turning his attention to the dried blood on the floor and his clothes. He reached in his bag to pull out a napkin which he wetted with his spit. He wiped all the blood off before standing up, checking for a bathroom if possible. After simply opening the first door in his room, he found what he was looking for.

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He grabbed some new clothes for the day before mindlessly tossing his old ones off into the hamper. He took a step in the shower, the hot water already helping to clearing his mind. Simply washing off all the muck and grime was bliss enough. Julie sighed as the water stung his cuts. He was looking forward to the new day, a new day to learn and grow, but now he just wanted enjoy this moment.

 

[Brax]

Cameron's eyes opened up to the ceiling at first. Feeling rejuvenated slightly, he would turn his head to the side to see if Chantal was there, but she unfortunately wasn't lying there beside him. Worried, Cameron shot up as fast as he could, sitting up and looking all around before he noticed the girl sitting in the corner. She would have been in a preacher curl, if she wasn't sitting on her ass with her head between her legs. Moving out of the bed, his feet would find a flat surface via means of the ground belonging to his old bedroom, before he walked over to her.

She was obviously in distress, with something egging or beating away at her conscious. Kneeling down, he grabbed the female by her sides and lifted her up off the ground. If she had been like this for too long, then he hadn't been doing his job at all. Someday, Cameron was going to have to bite a bullet, and he knew it would come; though he didn't think he would emotionally be biting a bullet. While his pride didn't want to let him, this was the perfect opportunity to ignore it and start doing his job - showing off his love for the girl.

He brought her over to the mattress, and put her down on her appropriate side. Cameron practically crawled over her, making sure that his body contorted so hers would remain comfortable. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her body tight toward his after moving some strands of that hair away from her neck. He pressed his lips against her skin a couple of times, before he spoke. No thought involved, no planned lines of dialogue. It was all off of the top of his head, coming straight from the feelsmobile.

"Hey. You have to relax." Yeah, Cam. You're sure one to talk.

"Things may seem bad now. Maybe even hopeless, but we will get through this. Times are rough, but if we keep dwelling on how our lives were and not focus on what we have ahead of us, then we might as well already be six feet under the ground." Cameron frowned, shutting his eyes.

He had once told the female before that he would try his hardest to show her just how much he cared. But how could he do it? Talking wasn't enough. Maybe he just needed to be there for the woman he loved, to show her that support. Sometimes, people were going to feel like shit regardless, even if there was nothing he could do about it. He only wished that he could. Cameron wanted his presence to be something that could help soothe her, though he himself was feeling a bit discouraged after yesterday. He still felt sick, but it was not the time to show it.

"I don't know. I'll love you no matter what, and i'll follow you to the edge of the Earth if I have to, just to prove that there's nothing that will stop us."
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[decomposition]

Chantal had moved to the corner of room sometime during the night, her emotions clouding her need sleep for a long while before she eventually gave in and allowed slumber to succumb her. By morning came, she was deep into her beauty sleep when Cameron had came over to her and didn't feel a thing as he brought her to his bed. On her side, she groaned quietly as she shifted her body a little to be more comfortable and subconsciously sighed. It wasn't until she felt kisses along her neck, causing shivers and slight goosebumps to appear, that made her gradually come to.


Still tired, Chantal tilted her head a bit so she could be more closer to hear the words being spoken to her once she had realized it was Cameron. Her eyes opened as he told her she needed to relax, making her frown faintly. Relax? How could be possibly relax after what they were going through – what she was going through? She was on the run from the people who hated who wanted them all terminated because of what they were, there was a very high chance that she would never see her family again and currently, she wasn't exactly feeling loved in her perceptive. The series of thoughts ultimately made her sad.


Even with Cameron's words, Chantal didn't want to hear it, not in the state she was still in. Words weren't going to comfort her, not this time. Underneath all of this negativity harboring her mind, her heart knew that her other half was only trying his best to show that he loved her in the way he could and she appreciated it. For this instance though, it was mind over heart.


After his last sentence, she was confused of how to feel at the moment. She was angry at him, that was for sure, but him drifting out words that smoothed her heart left her nearly speechless. Yelling at him was still on the table – shouting at him for being an idiot for not listening to her when he needed to, for him to not show any love towards her as she thought her would've – but then again, they knew nothing about each other. Not even something simple like last names and birthdays. Which brought up the question of why he loved her in the first place? She wasn't anything special, in fact, she thought as herself as pathetic. Sure, she was his support at time but then that would loop around to one of her prior self arguments.


So, Chantal didn't say anything. She turned her head away to partially bury it into the pillow and just tried to enjoy his arms around her; his body close. With each breath she took, the more she was reverting back to the person whom she once was before they had met, the urges of creating a barrier around herself coming back into mind.


After a while, she absently established a link between them and asked, “You love me, do you? How can you when you know nothing about who I am? What am I to you?”

 

[Idyllia]

Katarina slowly got up, still groggy and her head spinning. Her face had that awkward feeling when water dried up. Had she been crying? She didn't remember much after the fight yesterday, heck she barely remembered even slipping into the beautiful room and falling asleep. This room was absolutely stunning, Katarina could stay in it all day if she had to. Of course, she would also practice her fire in there, ultimately burning everything down in the process. Imagining herself burning the whole house down, she smelled something wonderful. Katarina was of course, very hungry. Maybe she could eat as much as Valentina right now! She thought to herself, how would she present herself on this 'fine' morning? She could storm down the stairs and demand food with her fire as her weapon, or politely walk down the stairs and ask for food. She was still frustrated from yesterday's battle, still having that recurring pang of guilt inside her. Last night, it was growing stronger, but now it was slowly dying down. Might as well make a use of the remains by turning all of that guilt in the anger. Smiling devilishly, she walked down the stairs, fireball in hand. "Hello, I'm Katarina and I am definitely not in the mood right now. Are you going to tell me where the food is? Or are you going to have to make it for me?" She sneered at Cameron's step-sister.


Katarina looked at the kitchen and it was marvelous. But, that wasn't the point right now. Peering at her, Katarina watches as the girl stuffed her mouth with food. Seems like there's another Valentina, eh? She covered her mouth with her free hand to keep from laughing, her mean girl facade falling for a second. Katarina quickly tried to build the 'facade' wall back up and slowly took away her hand from her mouth, regaining her posture. Making the fireball a bit bigger, she smirked. "So, which option do you choose?"


@Turtlyturt

 

[Brax]

Cameron didn't say anything, for the moment being. Realistically, she was correct. He knew nothing abouI t her, that was for sure. The most vital things had never crossed. Maybe Cameron was wrong for feeling the way he did, perhaps he was trying to latch onto something or create something false in order to try and feel something real. However, Cameron knew himself pretty well. And considering that the amount of people whom he had been with previously added up to about zero, it said something about their relationship. When Cameron first came into contact with Chantal, he was afraid of the world. He had no reason to continue going on day after day, and definitely lacked the necessary drive to do so.


At first, it was nice to connect with someone who was like him; a pink soul. Over time, that initial realization developed into something further, and richer in his mind. Of course, what he thought probably wasn't a hundred percent rational at all times, but he did let her know that he was trying. When it came down to it, Cameron wasn't sure how to translate his feelings into words. Out of frustration, he removed his arms from her, knowing that she was feeling uncomfortable. He got up off the bed once more, and began pacing from side to side. His eyes kept fixated to the ground below his feet, searching for something he wasn't going to find on the surface.


After a couple of minutes, he stopped moving all together. He didn't bother maintaining that telepathic link. Cameron wasn't trying to be fake. He wasn't trying to maintain whatever resemblence of a relationship they held. The young man was just trying to be true to himself, and to the woman who was lying in his bed. She deserved that much, even if he didn't deserve it himself. Looking back up to her form, not sure if she wanted to hear it, he would speak. After all that pacing, Cameron still didn't find the correct sequence of words to put together, but he would speak anyway.


"I- My..." He crinkled his nose slightly. "My name is Cameron Taylor. I'm insignificant at times. I'm hard-headed at all times. My birthday is in two days. My father is dead. My mother is nowhere to be found. I was left with a small inheritance, which I completely blew on drugs and shutting myself into an apartment in the downtown area where we used to live. I have little warmth..."


He shook his head. Was he really doing this?


"... I had little warmth in my heart. I'm not depressed, but I pity myself. All i've done my entire life is be introverted and fucked up. And you know what? Before, I was fine with that."


Cameron continued, without hesitation further. If he was going to lay it out on the line for anybody, there was no one better to do it for than Chantal.


"You want to know the truth? At first, I was lonely. You're a pink soul, like me, so I clung to you in hopes that I found someone who could finally understand me. But i've learned something since we've been getting chased by the SEP, and that's the fact that I've created my own unhappiness. I may not know anything about you... But the feelings I have for you aren't fabricated. Something happened, since i've met you. I've stepped up to protect people, humans, the very same species I can't stand. I've even grown to consider them my friends. I don't feel responsible, I just care... I care now. I don't think I could have ever done that without you. And to me, you're the most amazing person in the world because of that.


You see, whether or not our relationship fails, I can never stop loving you. You somehow managed to take this screwed-up kid and jumble him around to see the light, instead of maintaining the darkness. I may not be able to reciprocate that feeling to you now, but i'm willing to spend the rest of my life trying my hardest to do so."
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[chompie]

The blue soul was completely out of it. Out of everything, if you wonder. His eyes lids covered no longer shining ocean orbs... Just dull, half dead pupils that just so happened to dim. He could not process much of what was happening around him, he couldn't think. His vision had blurred like earlier, when he struggled so very hard to keep going. However, now, it stay blurred. His mouth was slightly agape, his lips dry like his will to go on. The male would've been worried about his vision, but was too exhausted. Would close his mouth, but too exhausted. Would lay up, but he couldn't even lift a finger. He was a little more pale than how he normally was. Couldn't feel his limbs so much, but hell, he didn't even attempt to try and move them. Now, his mind had swiftly decided that it was time to cut the shit out and finally stop throwing his dead body around. But it was already too late, his arms and legs, fingers and toes had simply gave out for good. With no rest, they will continue to refuse to move a single muscle. Honesty never felt like this before. He had never tried to use water hurt another, he had never been possessed. He wouldn't say he never had to run, because he has. And he didn't like it... Who did? No one, for fucking sure. This helplessness, this gained feeling of always being on edge, no matter what because of the current position.


You can run from people, siblings, family, and friends. But imagine having to run away from the government... They can spread their branches and tell everyone else, hey, if you see so and so, you better track them so we can get them. And it was earth shatteringly scary. Every moment of sleep, every meal, every second of rest was a blessing. This was the type of shit that went down in movies, and hell, they usually had somewhat good endings. Maybe lost a character or too, but there was peace in the final moments right? In those types of movies, yeah. Maybe in others he hasn't bothered to watch with that type of drift, they all die. Honesty was like a zombie as a slim pink field of energy conjured underneath him. Where was the most important things when he needed them? Called for them? Like sleep... Or anything that would stop him from thinking, even though his brain felt like energetic goop in a pulsating cage. It would've angered him. Would've made him cry. Can't even escape his mind that had some type of unlimited amount of energy one second, then would be silent the next. He fucking hated it, really. Stop thinking... Stop thinking...


Honesty barely made out Chantal's faint glow meaning she was levitating him, his eyes didn't feel like seeing correctly. And for that... He was thankful. He blinked, but slowly, letting others know he was magically still conscious. His soul trapped in a block of stone. The soul couldn't find it in itself to become a stone as well, so he was tortured eternally. Was his throat tightening? Was his face heating up? Goodness, he could not have felt anything if he wanted to. The male's skin was thick and numb as a thin droplet formed at the edge of his right eye, forming a damp trail over flesh that can't work, not anymore. Not at this moment. The flesh itself wasn't sure if he liked not being able to feel anything. He wasn't sure, but he felt obligated to give a clear answer to himself. To his tired but steadily working mind. Honesty felt so trapped. Another thin tear worked it's way down the same line, and they slithered right next the lobe of his ear. He was so trapped. They were all trapped. Trapped within every single layer of conflict he could think of, from having a blood hunt on their heads, to the mind that refused to shut the fuck up and let him gasp even a string of tranquility.


And so, along he floated. Honesty was granted his wish of sleep, but kept floating in and out of it, like he himself didn't want to sleep as they headed towards where ever. Trying lull himself to sleep would only feed his convulsing gray matter. This only managed to welcome more silent tears, with no hand -even magically- to speak of to try and wipe those signals of grief. The only way he could escape this was something that hasn't touched his mind in the longest. Death. He forced himself to kill that thought as he hovered in someone else's care. Honesty wanted everything to go back to normal, he wanted to make the things he's endured to revert into something that wasn't yet experienced, and make never to be experienced. He didn't want this. Those words echoed in his head over and over, and any other thought didn't reach him. He didn't want this... He didn't want this.. He didn't want this... He could've giggled if his figure hadn't shut off, but he wasn't sure he was breathing. Maybe he was already long gone, and this is some mysterious field of thought he would never leave. Maybe this was actually the place he'd go after losing his life. They'd just keep walking, his vision will never come back, his body won't move and the surroundings might loop. His eyes kept wrenching open the moment he went on a thought spree he couldn't possibly stop, trying so dearly to sleep again and to have that one second of nothingness he longed for.


Won't, wouldn't, can't, couldn't. Notice how these words surfaced in his never ending thoughts. Sleep finally swallowed him whole, twisting the neck of it's opponent, 'brain'. Sleep hit him like all others, sudden and unsuspected. A sudden vacancy that filled his blocked vision. Honesty was finally able to get some form of peace for just a moment. If he had known he has officially fallen asleep [because you don't know if you fell asleep until you wake up, duhhh] at this very moment, he would have been extremely grateful. In more tears, even. This time, he didn't know that this would not be one of those bad moments he can dismiss and be himself again. This will be here to stay, and even, haunt him behind the show of fake smiles to come. Because of sleep, he wasn't aware of anything happening around him- not like he was in the first place. Along with his broken sight, his broken ears gave nothing but muffled noise. Soon, they reached their safe house and his useless body was rested on something soft.


Honesty took a big gulp of air, and his eyes snapped open. His pupils were a normal brown, as he was standing on his two feet. Yes, his actual two feet he could barely fathom to be on earlier. His right hand gripped the over used strap of his swimming back pack, his hair that familiar damp and smell of coconut from the pool showers.


Honesty had this little aura of peace and happiness he gained from swimming, and it was still around, so he could tell he somehow just got out of the pool. On his body was his usual light blue hoodie, and his regular jeans and worn out shoes. He gave a look of confusion, commotion ahead going ignored as he came to look at himself. He was around the school, a bottle of orange juice in his hands. Besides the puzzlement, his shoulders were so relaxed, even a lot more before they where being chased by the SEP. Hearing a few gruff shouts, followed by the sound of violent sobbing that had no type of hope within them, his feet wanted to leave. But... For some reason, they only went forward. He clawed a hand a little desperately at his thigh as he walked, not able to control his only legs. He swore under his breath as the commotion got louder, followed by the sound of a gun going off. This only made him more desperate to stop his legs. Honesty's drink suddenly dropped as he gripped his thigh forcefully, but it was useless. A new familiar yell of despair made his new orbs shoot up, his feet coming to a halt.


SEP dotted everywhere, even on the roofs of houses near by, every gun pointed and every bullet ready. They had all his friends lined up in the middle of the empty street as all sudden life besides them and him melted into nothing. He could noticed some heads of hair through the pool of blood their laid in. Julie, Ben, Valentina, James and Travis. Julie's body had just hit the ground, an obscene amount of his crimson spluttering out before him. The others were dead silent as Lexi quivered. She was the one that yelled earlier, who's terrified slurs made her pleas indecipherable. A gun that was originally pointed to the back of her shook as it went off, and she hit the ground, face down like the others. Crimson poured out immediately from underneath her hair, as the line quivered with the recent killing. Cameron laid against a violently trembling and sniffling Chantal who was doused in his blood. Surprisingly, he was at the end of the line and must've acted out to have deserved an early execution. A few maroon souls were separated and sprawled out messily against each other and not in line. They were obviously more of a handful and wasn't taken care of so neatly. A fiery red head squeaked with sorrow, which earned her a harsh hit to the head. Honesty couldn't brave himself to look away as she was next, Katarina. She had been the only one to have spotted him through the blood shed, her arms behind her back and cheek to the dirty gravel of the street.


Her mouth didn't move, but her voice entered his mind. The blue soul could barely make out what she said, 'please', before the trigger was pulled.


The split second before Honesty could be granted the lovely sound of the gun lodging a deadly bullet into her skull, his eyes shot open. He was greeted to a perfectly clear cream ceiling, his muscles awake and tensing with his awakening. He felt sweaty, but only on his neck and sides of his head. Laying himself up with out a thought, not yet noticing that he got his body back from crippling burnout, he hunched himself over. It was faint, but the noise he was supposed to be greeted to when the gun went off, played repeatedly in his head. His ears picked up his heavy breathing without a single strain, and his shoulders rose and fell easily to his heavy panting. Ducking his head, his hands and fingers reached and held to the back of his skull, slightly pulling down. Just what the fuck was that? He ignored the strange heaviness over a small portion of his chest, which was very tolerable and is nothing even strange enough to have a thought about. This wasn't gonna go away, no way. The male could tell, the moment his forehead leaned towards his legs. He was on a comfortable bed in a simple room. It gained it's charm from being fairly straightforward with it's interior design. Nothing that flashy or extravagant.


He could hear the chirping of birds as he didn't remember how he got here. Where was he? Of course, the others would only have taken him to a safe house. Honesty shivered as he tore off his blankets to take a shower, stepping on his book bag under his feet. Soon, after playing around with the knobs, he was washing off whatever managed to cling to his body except fear and unhappiness. He tried looking on a bright side, which managed to help him out slightly. He washed out his clothes and drained them effortlessly, pouring the water into the tub and giving his clothes a long whiff. The male hadn't noticed he was healed and moving again just yet. His garments still smelled slightly of jungle, but that wasn't a bad smell. Honesty preferred a coconut aroma, but that only triggered the disturbing dream from yesterday. No parts were missing, strangely. He easily kicked it away from his mind as he pulled on his clothes, throwing his hoodie back into his over stuffed and recently stepped on book bag. By then a small bead of sweat formed at his cheek as he straightened up. Katarina's petrified expression on her face made him roughly open the door, looking around quickly for her. For anyone, really.


"Kaat...? ... Tina....?" Honesty called, walking quickly, his voice laced with worry. "Ben? Julie...?" His feet was once again thinking on their own, but his right one started to feel sore. He was soon limping.

 

[decomposition]

Chantal didn't move once Cameron's arms were removed around her, hearing him soon paced around in the room. She brought her knees up and closer to hear as she waited for him to say something, knowing that he would, and tried her best to not fall back to sleep. At the moment of how she was feeling, she honestly didn't want to hear what the pink soul had to say but for some reason, devoted her ears to him as he started to talk.


He introduced himself, Cameron Taylor, and listed out various of points of him and his life. The more he talked, the more devotion he earned from her and soon she sat up to rest her eyes on him. It wasn't rocket science to see that he wasn't doing this just for him, but he was doing it for her as well – doing it for both of them.


Chantal sat up more, her eyes widening a bit as she listened to him. Did he actually think that she was amazing? Even still, she doubt she was the reason why he had changed from what he used to be – to care and protect other people. Again, she was merely a girl who held the same soul color as him and even though the will to cling on to someone similar was understandable, it wasn't was exactly a reason to her. Her eyes averted away from him after that thought, but felt her heart skip a bit after he had mentioned that he wouldn't stop loving her.


The girl looked up, tears outlining the brim of her eyes. Couldn't he had told her these things before? Couldn't he had opened up to her and allowed her into his life, allowing her to be there for him? All she wanted was to just feel like she was actually important to someone in her life, for them to show that they loved her as much as she did to them and not feel as though the relationship was a one way street.


Chantal swallowed hard before she opened her mouth to try and speak, her voice shaky and slightly raw. She decided to return the favor. “My name is Chantal Wright,” she started out, a small smile on her face and tears starting to appear. “I come from a family in which my father was disgusted for who I am, leaving my mother and I. I come from boring, lonely life and saw everyone around me as nothing more as people who I didn't need in my life, until I met you,” she paused to sniff softly and looked down, continuing.


“I'm afraid of the S.E.P. ever since they've killed my only best friend whom I loved right in front of me. I stopped caring about people... until I met you. I always put a barrier around me when people aren't looking to feel safe and drown out the happiness of others ever since mine was taken from me. When you entered my barrier and told me I didn't need it anymore because you were there, it made me realize there are good people still left in the world,” she looked up.


“I come from a life that I've learned to love you for you, not just because you have a pink soul such as I but because you're courageous, intelligent, caring and ridiculously attractive, even you don't believe but I'll spend whatever time I have left just to make you realize you are. With have so much other things in common, I know it,” her hands grasped the sheets underneath her as a sob escaped but her eyes never left him. Chantal wanted him to see how much pain and distress she was in for a long while, she wanted him to see how much her heart was aching.


“I come from a life where it's so hard giving love to someone who you care so deeply for but not getting any reciprocation in return. I know I am plain and boring, but... I love you, Cameron, I love you too much to see you get hurt and to see you continue on when you're hurt. See your dead body was the worst thing imaginable, just the thought of you dead pains me. There are so many things I want to do with you, don't you know?” her voiced squeaked off then as she broke down in front of him, crying hardly. Even though there were many other things she wanted to say to him, the chance to do it never came as all that exited her mouth her cries of let out frustration and sadness.

 

[Mikailgirl]

As the walk open to the big house had a sudden crazy though that maybe one of her friends was really rich before following closely. She was still holding James and he was getting really heavy, when they cam upon the safe house she let out a little gasp before smiling. Their luck had went up. She followed quietly as Cameron suddenly banged on the door, this shocked her but all was good and they went in.


Valentina quickly found a bedroom and through James on the bed before falling on it herself. She didn't really care and just wanted some sleep. It took less the 5 minutes for her to go to sleep. Morning came to quick for her and she slump out of bed careful not to wake the boy, he needed all the sleep he could get. She stretched and yawn before finding a bathroom to get ready in. She didn't have any clean clothes so she found a really long shirt and put that on before running down stairs to the kitchen. She looked around before pulling out everything sweet. Pop tarts, waffles, pancake,pastries, it was all down and she sat without a care and shoveled it down. "Holy crap! Have I missed good food."

 

[Bea Delaine]

Ben fell asleep fasterthan she would wake up. The dizziness kept her down as het body felt stiff and doll like. She knew it was morning but thedidnt move and kept herself alone with her thoughts. One about julie hit her thr hardest. The crack against the tree. She let out a small moan but did not shift from dream limbo.

 

[SeodinRose]

People in her life have often described Alexis Safferon, they would use words such as chatty, unorganized, kind, easily distracted but overall there was one word that everyone always used no matter what, and that word was happy. And this was true. She never had major family problems, sure she fought with her mom about using too much call credit but the thing is, she did have a happy, normal life. Even at the age of fourteen, when the lights lit up when she touched them, or fifteen, when she could conjure sparks and her eyes began to change. Her family didn't threaten to kill her, or throw her out. They stood by her. But since they were killed in front of her, because of her, no one escapes from that.


After that is when the panic attacks, the vivid dreams and restless nights kicked in. That is when she learned the importance of keeping up face, of keeping a smile there so no one will pry. She held onto the memories of her former, happier self and projected them to the world. She tried desperately to achieve that innate happiness again, she refused to acknowledge her demons and so they grew. Her night and day mirrored their opposites. These people were her day, they were her escape, with them, she would feel that happiness again and she could talk and listen, she could feel the bubbles of excitement inside her spilling out past her lips, often in the form of rushed sentences and laughter. So, in a way, this trip so far has made her happier than she's been. Her nights, were the times when she's alone, left in her mind, open and vulnerable to herself. That's when the panic crept back in, its when she remembers those that care for her will get killed. Then the guilt crashes down on her, followed by the slippery voices that echo her dark thoughts, they point out how selfish she's being, why is she here? It's not like she's done them any good. How could she think they might care for her? Let alone someone might possibly love her, that she might mean something to someone. The only thing she can do when this happens is curl up, she can't hold them back, all she can do is sit through it and not sink any further down this hole. Once she could see hope like a light within reach, but now it's a dimmer, flickering flame, the walls rose higher around her making it harder for her to get out.


Each heavy step she took towards their hopeful safe house, every ragged breath she took, was smothered in her guilt. While they finished their most devastating fight, each wallowing in their own troubled thoughts, Lexi's battle for her sanity took place in her shadowed mind. By the time they reached the house, her jaw was clenched tight and her posture was rigid from trying to prevent her inevitable breakdown. She stumbled past all the others and fell into the furthest bedroom she could find. Using her power in a different way, she shut and locked the door behind her. With shaking hands and quick, light breaths from her pained chest, she collapsed onto the bed. Immediately she tried to control her breathing, tears were spilling from her eyes making it harder. After a short time, the breathing exercises helped. She fell into a locked dream state, groaning, sometimes talking and even hitting out but not waking until streams of light invaded her room.

 

[RandomBomb]

James slowly woke up, his head pounding... He was up, finally. How long had it been? He thought about that, and then he walked downstairs. It smelled good... And then he saw Valentina just shoveling food into her mouth. She was always a heavy eater. So he grabbed an apple and then decided to munch on it...

 

[Brax]

Cameron knew that seeing his dead body was something that would bring more negatives than positives. Seeing his previous body lying there, dissheveled by another human being, was a bit traumatizing for him as well. It wasn't torturous, because he came out alive, but what if he hadn't subconsciously taken himself out? That mangled mess was straight out of a horror movie. Listening to her speak, Cameron knew that she loved him too. Otherwise, there would have been no way she would have spoken at all. She would have just shrugged him off and moved on, but instead, she cared. It was the first time, in a very long time, that Cameron was able to feel that. No alarms sounded, nothing told him to get out. His eyes simply remained fixated on the female as she broke down.


Love was such an interesting concept. Many people treat it as though they can't love somebody if they don't know them, or perhaps could even choose who they could love or couldn't love. Unfortunately, but fortunate enough for Cameron, that wasn't always the case. Sometimes, the heart of a human heavily outways rational thought processes, and that was what love really was. True love meant throwing rationality out of the door sometimes for happiness, and every inch was worth it.


She had broken down, obviously at a loss of words further. Lifting both of his hands through his hair, Cameron ran his fingers through those jet black, haphazardly-placed strands, ultimately leaving both of his hands behind his head with his arms stretched back slightly. He could honestly have used more sleep. Something to eat would have been even more delightful, but right now he was focusing on Chantal's state of mind, as well as her happiness. He needed to get her to calm down, or else this conversation would have been for nothing in the first place. He hated to see her sad, it was practically the bane of his existance.


"Hey, i'm not dead yet. Don't count me out so soon. Our life is just beginning and we're going to have plenty of time to live it out... Together. We have only known each other for four days - but these past four days have been, despite all the shit we've gone through, some of the best in my life. All because of you. I would have never maintained the drive to move on, or the will to fight. But with you at my side, everything becomes possible."
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[Turtlyturt]

Mollie was enjoying what little alone time she had to herself before some bossy ass girl wondered into the kitchen, with her back turned towards the other person she sat her bowl down and dumped the rest of the drink in the sink. She didn't bother turning around upon request, "Excuse me?" She asked once. shoving her hands in her pockets she finally turned around and leaned up against the counter. Something was burning in her chest, hatred. She looked up at the girl, staring with her maroon eyes. "Did you just demand me to do something?" Mollie watched as now more people filled the kitchen. "You aren't a princess. Figure it out yourself, ya dipshit. I don't really feel like having blood on my floor this morning." She happily gave the young woman a show of her middle finger and left the room.


She feel heat rising from her body as she made her way outside, making sure to grab a pair of sunglasses from the hallway table. She slid them on and sat down on the front step, pulling her knees to her chest and her head on top of them. She tried clearing out her mind and relaxing. "I swear to whatever god can hear me, if they make a mess."