Chrome, because it's shiny and smooth.
Do you hear that? . . . It's the sound of my heart being smashed into infinite pieces.
AHAHAHA. . . . Welcome to Hell KHV, my friend. Do you want to hand over your soul now, or would you like to hold that off until, say . . . now?
The spa day with Pierce had been wonderful, though Sophie felt a little spaced out for more than half of it. She had done a fairly good job of covering it up, so it all worked out in the end. School would be officially starting in two days, and Sophie fretted that, because it meant she would have to return home, to that house. Her parents might actually show up as well. She was surprised that they hadn't already, considering what happened post-Christmas . . . Her imagination quickly brought on the smell and sight of blood and she felt nauseous. That girl, Seraphina, she just had to stab herself, didn't she? That had brought on the terrible memories of those four days two years ago . . . Although she tried not to think about it, they really had been getting to her again. Making her slip up in her person. It was really annoying. Though she wouldn't admit it, she was really happy that Pierce wasn't forcing her to leave. She never worried about imposing now, and still didn't, but if her friend was against her on it, it would have been troublesome. Speaking of, was she still going tomorrow, with Oliver? She would have to wait to find out . . . With a tired sigh, Sophie climbed into bed, next to the sleeping girl, and drifted off herself. - - - He was disappointed that Noëlle never replied to his text message, but maybe she was just busy? Sigh, some other time, then . . . He wondered when his Cupid's Brew package would arrive. Maybe he would have to do a little research on it this time? Love potion or not, there was definitely something up with it that put him off. Still, if it really was the real deal, he wanted to try it on one of his girls and see the effects. He got up from his computer chair and gave a wide stretch, and then climbed into bed to fall asleep minutes later. - - - The remainder of Bryan's day wasn't good. He was in shambles. Worse than that — he couldn't even function properly because he was so worried about Noëlle. She kept not answering her phone, and with Julius' suspicions . . . He was short of nothing but hysterical. He couldn't even drive home! Harley had to come pick him up, and . . . He almost went home, to mom. Had she noticed that her daughter was missing? Maybe not. Noëlle was usually scarce in the house anyway, but now . . . But now . . . She might actually be gone. He was forced to lay down in bed, but he wasn't sure if he ever fell asleep or not.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ TIRED ✖ DAY 13 ※ 5/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/04/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ HOTEL • ALBANY, NY [/url]Hay Sun spent the remainder of the evening trying to grasp what she had earlier, but had little luck. The only thing she was freely able to do now was communicate with Uriel. Even that didn't work out all the time, and she found it gave her a headache. To have two completely different minds in her own head . . . Uriel tried to convince her that they were the same person, but she found that a bit tough to chew. The lighter fluid, mysteriously, hadn't been used up at all by that strange bluegreen flame earlier. Was it because it was psychic? Maybe magic? That sounded pretty damn dumb, to her. She thought she might have imagined it, but an arrow had flown by her head that she hardly noticed until hours after it had stuck into the ground. When she did see it, she had a vision of bathing in the blood of people that pissed her off. That thought had become more intense when that person she didn't know spoke to her again. ❝The sun is starting to go down Hay Sun. I am going to be heading back to the hotel on foot. You can join me if you like, but I understand if you just want to Lone Wolf it for now. By the way, sorry for the arrow. I was hoping to get a training fight, but since time is running out in the day we can’t. I’d like to have a go, though, if you would like to. Here, so you can clean off your hand. Ta ta.❞ I do not like that guy. With a lethal look in her eye — ONCE, I WAS ABLE TO KILL PEOPLE BY MERELY LOOKING AT THEM. — she watched the guy go, and then she clicked her tongue and cleaned her stained hand of the liquid. A 'lone wolf', my ass . . . Hay Sun was, by no means, a lone wolf. She just didn't like people because they were fucking idiots and never ceased to piss her off. Bathing in their blood might actually not be such a bad idea . . . Eventually, she had retreated to the hotel room and found that Red was already in bed, sleeping. When had she come back? That must have meant that Sam was back, too. She shook her head. A storage unit, she said? She glanced at her motorcycle from the window. They would probably be leaving Albany, soon. Would Pretty Boy bring my bike to me, again? She almost pouted at the thought of him not doing it. After a shower, cleaning off the day's exercise, and changing into pajamas, Hay Sun climbed into bed. Something, maybe, had been whispered into her ear, earlier. She felt it, right? Who was that . . . Not her imagination. What did they say? A tired sigh left her lips, and she dozed off, wondering what she was supposed to remember, and what was inside that box.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ THE FUCK? ✖ DAY 13 ※ 4/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/04/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ WAREHOUSE• ALBANY, NY [/url]What the fuck is up with this lighter?! After the hour she had been working on managing something, Hay Sun was one second away from completely trashing this fucking thing. For some goddamned reason, it kept failing to continue and burn! It was like, every fucking time, wind would blow it out. Her face was beginning to heat up with frustration — . . . . . . . . . — because it just wouldn't. Light. Up! So annoying! She took a deep breath. A long, drag of a deep breath. It was just . . . Ugh. For some reason, though, she suddenly felt more calm than she normally would have. There was just something soothing in the air around her, and she couldn't figure out what it was . . . There was a soft tickle at her ear, where she raised up her hand, and then the soothing warmth was gone. All of the rage returned. Hay Sun crushed the lighter in her fist, the lighter fluid bleeding all over her hand. She irritably clicked her tongue at it and dropped the remains onto the ground, stomping it into oblivion. A small crater had appeared in the ground, but she hadn't noticed it, and she flicked her wrist down, meaning to pop it, but then . . . Fire. Her hand was . . . on fire! Her pale eyes growing wide, she tried to put it out, but when it wouldn't, and she actually forced herself to stand still, Hay Sun found that it didn't burn at all. She stared at it. The oddest part was . . . It wasn't orange or red, or any other hot color for that matter. It was dancing between green and blue. What the fuck is this sorcery? she thought to herself. THIS 'SORCERY' IS JUST THE BEGINNING, HAY SUN WHITE. She blinked at it, and before she knew it, the oddly colored flame was gone.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ FOCUSED ✖ DAY 13 ※ 4/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/04/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ WAREHOUSE • ALBANY, NY [/url]With an unusual intensity, Hay Sun listened to Red's explanation of how to go about starting to utilize her so-called 'powers'. A little something clicked when she mentioned getting really mad, or when something that is associated with her is around. She often dreamt of fire. Did that have something to do with anything? Well . . . Just as Red finished, someone else popped up, and Hay Sun couldn't recall his name, but he knew hers. ❝We were just talking. I'm getting ready to leave, and I'll be back this afternoon. Do you think you can contain yourself long enough until I get back?❞ The question wasn't directed at herself, but in her mind, . . . Well, I might raise a little hell. But it shouldn't be too bad. At the mention of a hunting trip, she perked an eyebrow in curiosity. Hunting as in . . . deer? Hay Sun didn't have experience in the field, but she always wondered if she would be a decent sharp-shooter. Still, it didn't really seem like her bag. One of the guys . . . ? She wondered which it was. She stole a glance at Red and it didn't seem like she was too content with the idea. Of course, she just had to express it, too. Hay Sun sighed exasperatedly, but then she mentioned the warehouse again, and Hay Sun felt that strong emotion. She wondered if there was any gasoline around . . . She felt for the lighter in her pocket. Hmm. ❝I'm going to change and take Joslyn with me. I'll be back at 3 o' clock. Nobody kill anyone or do anything stupid. Honestly.❞ Hay Sun had changed into clothing better suited for exercising. She didn't want to go anywhere with anyone today. It was just her, and . . . her trying to tap into these powers. She glanced over at the empty tank she had destroyed earlier and tried to grasp onto the intense feeling that had violently circuited through her at the time. There was little luck. What had she even been angry about, again? Well, anyway. She began to move fluidly throughout the small and slightly secluded area of the warehouse that she had chosen and focused on various balancing poses and stretches. Find your center . . . She inhaled a deep breath. Suddenly, she slammed her left foot down in a swift lunge and propelled her left fist forward. A small dash of energy shot through the forwarded body parts but nothing out of the ordinary happened. She quickly retreated into herself, trying to focus once more. Connecting to your roots . . . She thought of all the times her friends had told her about her quick and fiery personality. That had always been a part of her, hadn't it? Her temper . . . That had taken root at a very young age. Reaching into her shorts' pocket, she felt for the lighter, and then flicked it to emit a small flame. ❝I wonder . . .❞ she murmured.
. . . I have the strongest notion that it would not suit your tastes. Just a hunch. Still, if you do really want to take a look, it's called Free! Gratuitous Fanservice!. I'm embarrassed by how much I'm actually into it. Saxima, gosh, calm your dick.
. . . Poll's up.
⎛ DAY 12 ‖ 2/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JANUARYST ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ CAR > SPA ⎠⎛ MOOD ‖ THOUGHTFUL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 4% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ❝ＤＩＶＩＤＥ ＡＮＤ ＣＯＮＱＵＥＲ？❞ The exterior of the spa was just what she thought it might be; extravagant and almost gaudy. No wonder her mother liked such a place; it was just like her. If the outside was like this, what would the inside be like? Once they were in, she decided she liked the interior more; it was less cluttered and ugly. More refined, simple. Soft music played as they walked up to the receptionist who was a pretty lady with a neatly pulled back bun of brunette hair. Sophie looked over at Pierce for a moment to gauge her reaction to everything and it was something close to expected; she was nervous. ❝Welcome ladies. How can I help you today?❞ Next to her, Pierce rustled through her bag for the passes they so kindly received from Ms. Mhenjer. ❝U - Um, m - my mom won th - these tickets for a fr - free day . . .❞ Sophie smiled and gently grabbed Pierce's hand, giving her a comforting squeeze. The woman looked at the both of them, and then down at the tickets. She glanced up at Sophie. ❝Miss Bennett!❞ she exclaimed, and Sophie raised her eyebrows, ❝You . . . are Miss Sophie Bennett, right?❞ Cautiously, she nodded in reply. She had hoped this wouldn't happen, but Sophie looked a great deal like her mother, the eyes of which were a dead giveaway. ❝I am here with my friend, and we would like to be treated kindly today.❞ It was thanks to Pierce that they were here, Sophie didn't want any of that ridiculous treatment that would come from being Ursula Bennett's daughter. The receptionist reddened slightly and then nodded, continuing on to make some notes in her book. ❝Follow me,❞ she told the pair with a renewed confidence. Sophie began to walk, and didn't let go of Pierce's hand.
⎝ DAY 12┊1/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JANUARY 1ST ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HOSPITAL ⎞⎝ MOOD┊PANICKED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊37% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊— — — ⎞ Bryan listened intently to Professor Julius with a racing heart. Someone tried to murder him? Why? And then he was told that a boy named Jonathan — The Professor has a brother?! — was taken. Oh, god. Bryan didn't know what he would do if someone took Noëlle . . . That roused a whole round of thoughts in his mind. She hadn't been answering her phone. What if someone had taken her? His heart began to thud hard against his rib cage. A yell of rage startled Bryan back into reality and the professor's fist flew into a wall. ". . . I was weak . . . I didn't even get to see where tha man went . . . Whethere it was through the door or the friggin' window." Bryan took a breath, "I - It definitely wasn't through the door b - because I didn't see anyone come out." It probably wasn't of much consolation, and Bryan was feeling helpless. "But you know what pisses me off even more?" Bryan swallowed hard and almost didn't want to hear it. "That female scream . . . It sounded familiar . . ." His mind began to race with panic, his heart was speeding impossibly fast. His throat grew tight and he gripped the hem of his coat with white knuckles. "I can't . . . I can't bear it if I let two people I know get captured by those bastards." Those bastards? Did Julius know who took his brother — who took that . . . other girl? God. Things were adding up, and . . . He was in major panic mode. He hadn't even noticed Julius pulling away from him and changing into casual clothing. "P - Professor," he choked out, "Sh - She . . . My . . . N - Noëlle hasn't been answering h - her phone." He gripped his eyes closed. Maybe he was over-thinking. Maybe it was just a coincidence! Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. I - I should try calling her again . . . He pulled out his phone. His hands were really unsteady and his fingers were trembling to the point where he nearly dropped the device a few times. He barely managed to sort through and dial her number before slumping into a chair and letting it ring. Bryan couldn't imagine why anyone would kidnap Noëlle. She had never done anything to warrant such a punishment, and now that it might actually be a reality, he couldn't handle it.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I CMOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 13 ※ 2/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/02/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ HOTEL • ALBANY, NY [/url] ❝One of my many storage units. I'm picking up some extra cash so that we can leave the States soon; along with a different car.❞Leave the States, huh? That was too bad; there was so much she wanted to see. Maybe it would have to wait until all of this mayhem was over. How long was that again? Hay Sun didn't remember. ❝s'Gonna be a long drive.❞ she commented as Red stood. Did she want someone to come with her? Eh . . . An eight-hour drive front and back with only Red? That honestly didn't sound pleasant, and the two of them would probably try and kill each other at least once. Hay Sun decided to with hold her offer.❝Shall we walk back?❞She raised an eyebrow, and then shrugged, pushing off the wall to fall instep with Red.The rest of them were probably going to spend the rest of the day bored as fuck. That was an annoying thought; she kind of figured that the 'end of the world' would be a more pressing matter. Maybe it was and she was missing the tension and the changes. If I matched up against Sam, would I win . . . ?The thought almost made her feel like her life was actually becoming a shōnen manga or something. She shook her head and sighed. He had the height advantage over her, for sure. Maybe their levels of ruthlessness were pretty different too; considering what she knew about him, he was willing to actually try and kill her, while she just wanted to . . . Well, she could say she would be willing to kill, too.Well, until it happened, Hay Sun guessed that she would have to wait and see.❝How does one go about 'honing' their skills?❞ she asked, ❝I might be willing to try when you're away.❞
Why not combine the two? . . . Proxel. . . . Pixose. . . . Prixel. . . . Piose. . . . These sounded better in my head. I like Pixel a lot, if it's just between these two.
Tell someone. It'll be alright. It only gets worse, kiddo.
⎝ DAY 12┊1/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JANUARY 1ST ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HOSPITAL ⎞⎝ MOOD┊WORRIED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊37% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊— — — ⎞ Noëlle hadn't been answering her phone, which made him a little nervous, but maybe she was getting used to being away from him? That was a little bittersweet, but he was glad that she was finally, maybe, getting out there and making more friends. He loved her, a lot, but he was worried that maybe, just maybe, the two of them together, all the time, wasn't healthy for either of them. Her being with other not-him people was good. It also made him a little sad. But that was okay! He couldn't be thinking about himself so selfishly all the time. He and Harley had attended the funeral yesterday, but it was only for a short period of time. Bryan didn't like funerals, they were . . . Sad. He laughed to himself; of course they were sad! Still, it was a little different for himself, especially since that summer. The fact that his sister nearly always answered his calls, and now she wasn't, was nervewracking, but he was still trying to talk himself down from going out and looking for her. If she was having fun with new friends, would she be unhappy if he came for her? Maybe . . . He didn't want to get in the way of her progress. She thought about what they talked about on the phone those few days ago. She wanted to move away from here because of a bad feeling she had. Bryan clearly didn't understand, but he thought that he made her feel bad because it was a ridiculous notion for himself. I should go visit Professor. He would know where she was. He had to have noticed that Noëlle and Professor Julius spent a good deal of time together. He was a good man, and Bryan liked him a lot. "Harley, I'm leaving!" he called as he grabbed his keys and walked out the door. • • • • • The drive to the hospital with the Professor's admittance was a bit of a ways, and Bryan had to blast music in order to keep himself from thinking of what Noëlle was doing and if she was okay. Surely she was. She wasn't stupid right? Hopefully she had come to visit him today, so that maybe the Professor would know. "Professor Julius Menon?" Bryan asked with a smile, and the clerk blushed, and then gave him the room number, which he swiftly left for. He stopped at the door, took a breath and then raised a hand to knock. Voices coming from the inside . . .? Maybe someone was already here, visiting him. He rested his hand by his side and then leaned against the wall next to the door, deciding to wait for just a bit. He took a stroll down the hallway with his hands in his pockets, turned the corner for a minute, and then turned around. When he rolled back around the corner again, he saw someone going into the room. A mysteriously shady figure. Bryan frowned as the door closed. That didn't look like anyone he knew . . . He made his way to the door, and then there was a scream. Bryan set off at a run towards the door, and then the were a loud thud. Oh god. Memories flashed through his mind. The smell of blood and metal. He stumbled back to the other wall. "JONATHAN!" . . . That was Professor! No one came out of the room and things were quiet for a long minute. Bryan pulled himself off the wall and then threw the door open. The lights flickered on, and Bryan saw Professor Julius on the floor. "Professor!" he exclaimed, and immediately went to the older man's aid, lifting him. There had been someone else in here — where were they?! "Are you alright? Oh, god, what happened?" He set him on the bed, breathing heavily from the scare. "Wh - Wha . . . " He took a deep breath, "Was there — I saw — Someone came in here, where are they?!"
◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ⌠ DAY 12 │ 1/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ JANUARY 1ST ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ DORM ⌡ ⌠ MOOD │ CURIOUS ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOËLLE : 41% / SOPHIE : 28% ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ The Google search had been fruitless, but that wasn't very surprising. It was a shady thing, this proclaimed 'love potion', but it had Quentin's interest completely hooked, and he did want to purchase another vial, just to see if it would really work on one of his girls. He wanted to get to know them more, first, but he was definitely interested. He held fast and vigilant to his search, but nothing was coming up. Maybe there was no more site? That was annoying. With a sigh, he closed his current tab and then opened another one. A bright flash of pink and red showed up. I wasn't expecting that. he thought while rubbing his eyes. . . . It's the site! he thought to himself, but he was confused. He didn't do that, or look for it anymore. Interesting. He grinned, and then clicked the link on the fluffy ad, which then led him to the sought out site. 'We, the witches three'. Quentin tapped his finger against the desk and rested his chin in his other palm. Who were they, he wondered? He hadn't thought about it much the first time around, but . . . And what were these five mysterious ingredients? Hmm. That was odd; he didn't remember seeing those others before. Not only was there just the 'Love Potion', but there was a 'Hate Potion', a 'Healing Elixir', and finally, a 'Memory Potion'. As usual, none of them had descriptions, but they seemed pretty self-explanatory, save the Healing Elixir. While Quentin was only after the love potion at first, he decided that he had enough to purchase one of each bottle. . . . He wouldn't use all of them, but he wonder who else knew about them? Curious. What did they do? He assumed this for three of them: Love Potion: Made someone fall in love with you. Hate Potion: Made someone hate you. ( Although why anyone would need that . . . ) Memory Potion: Made someone remember or forget something? But what about the Healing Elixir? With a few clicks, he sent in his order and wondered when it would arrive. He pulled out his phone and leaned back in his chair. He felt like doing something today, it being the New Year and all. He wondered if So - . . . No, she wouldn't talk to me even if I did message her. That bothered him. Instead he tapped Noëlle's name and began typing up a message. TO: Noëlle Hey, busy today? I feel like doing something.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I CMOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 13 ※ 2/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/02/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ HOTEL • ALBANY, NY [/url] Red slipped on her strange necklace after giving a nod in quick reply. ❝. . . matters little who I fight with. Although, I do need to go to Philly today so I'll have to leave . . .❞Hay Sun blinked in confusion. What was 'Philly'? She assumed it was a place. A city? Maybe someone's name? What an odd name. Philly . . . Cheese. Philadelphia Cheese? Philadelphia, Pennsylvania?❝Did you want to fight before or after?❞Hay Sun thought about it. The drive would be long, and she might not actually get the chance, but then Red suggested the fight among themselves, which also sounded okay, but wasn't really what she wanted. She shrugged. ❝It can wait until after. I would rather not fight anyone else.❞ She thought about the empty tank in the warehouse. ❝Kind of scared to hurt them.❞Maybe Sam would be a good sparring partner? Eh.She leaned up against the wall next to the stairwell, her hands still in her pockets. ❝What's in - ❞ What should she call it? Err. ❝- Philadelphia?❞
⎛ DAY 12 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JANUARYST ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ CAR • BLUEBOX ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ THOUGHTFUL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 2% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ❝ＤＩＶＩＤＥ ＡＮＤ ＣＯＮＱＵＥＲ？❞ Sophie was normally a morning person, but not after a night like last. When Pierce woke her in a rough manner, she almost punched the girl in the face. Well, maybe it hadn't been all that rough, but she still didn't feel great. Still, as the first thing she saw was Pierce's smile, it wasn't all bad. ❝You're in a rather good mood this morning,❞ Sophie commented while stretching. She was left in the room to dress, and a whole flood of suspicions entered her mind. Why the good mood? Especially after last night; this was really, very unlike Pierce. She was the sulky sort — the outwardly sulky kind. Maybe because today was New Year's? That seemed like a silly reason. Maybe she had reconciled with Oliver. That would be no good. Perhaps, the most likely reason, she was faking it. Sophie frowned and joined her friend downstairs after dressing, and she set her blue shoes by the door for later gathering. She saw the girl on her phone, tapping away. That struck out Oliver. ❝If that's Oliver, I might like you to apologize to him for me. Last night was terrible.❞ She briefly flashbacked to apologizing to Pierce, and wonder if it went unheard. She hoped so. What were they going to drop off again? The two of them ate a nice breakfast while it was thought about. It was quiet, other than a little anticipation about what the spa would be like. ❝Well, we should get going now.❞ They tidied up the plates and cups they used, then grabbed their jackets and headed out to her car. She gazed down at the DVD in Pierce's hands and began to think of where the nearest BlueBox was. She couldn't recall if they could simply drop it off at any one or not. Probably. They drove in silence for a few minutes before Sophie flipped on music from her iPod that then poured from the speakers. Anything was better than silence, and Pierce didn't seem much for talking. She must have been faking it, earlier. Eventually they were there, and Sophie turned to Pierce. ❝Do you want to take it, or shall I?❞ she asked.
◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ⌠ DAY 12 │ 1/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ JANUARY 1ST ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ DORM ⌡ ⌠ MOOD │ DETERMINED ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOËLLE : 41% / SOPHIE : 28% ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡ ⌠ OOC │ — ⌡ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ Winter break had been anything but relaxing, but . . . boring. Quentin hated boring. Loathed it. Maybe even feared it. Some days ago, he had gone on a date with Noëlle, and it had been nice, but he could tell her mind was elsewhere. She seemed different, somehow, but he didn't pry and the day went on nicely. He told her he'd like to do it again, some time; he wondered if she did too. That aside, he was still suffering minor affects from what happened at Sophie's house. Those four kids died, and no one knew how — he had a feeling about that guy, but nothing was confirmed, and he had to leave the home. He hadn't talked to Sophie since then. This got him thinking about that particular vial again. Today was New Year's, wasn't it? His mother had called him earlier, and he hadn't know why until she mentioned it. Just another day, though . . . Well, not really. It hadn't worked the first time, when he tried to use it, but that was what second chances are for, right? He logged onto his computer. He was determined to find it again, that website.While the computer was setting up, he thought about Professor Julius. He was in the hospital due to a terrible accident on Christmas. Quentin had heard about it the day after and immediately feared for the worst. A weight had lifted off his shoulders when the Professor was still alive. He shuddered to think what would happen if not . . . It made him think of those events two years ago. He shivered. An orchestral ring alerted him to his computer set up and he opened his browser, his blue eyes immediately looking at the Bookmarks Bar. It should be here . . . He was perplexed that it wasn't. Had he deleted it? No, I wouldn't have . . . Even if it was something forged. He decided to google it. Cupid's . . . Brew . . . He keyed it in and then searched.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I CMOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 13 ※ 2/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/04/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ WAREHOUSE/HOTEL • ALBANY, NY [/url] The nightmares had started up again. Hay Sun's mood wasn't prime, and she didn't feel like dealing with any kind of bullshit today. Yesterday hadn't been great either, even though she was normally excited when watching a fight. It was just something about Sam and Red fighting . . . Something about they way they moved around each other.Hay Sun didn't like it.About Sam . . . The dreams insinuated Abaddon killing Puriel's partner, Dokiel; those two judged all souls that entered heaven and decided whether or not they were offered sanctuary. Puriel had been furious, and a massive power had been unleashed . . . A very dangerous power that could only be played up to Uriel. It scared Hay Sun, but the dreams couldn't possibly mean anything. Her MO wasn't precognition.A surge of rage shot through Hay Sun's veins. She walked out back to the warehouse that they were at yesterday and began to pace, looking for something to hit. There. An large, empty tank. With a growl, she thrust her fist into it, and when the hit connected, there was only a small dent in the soft metal. That was weird; there had been a loud sound when she hit it, but that must have been her imagination.She sighed heavily, and then slumped down against it. For a few minutes, she sat there, taking deep breaths, and then she got up and walked around the empty tank, looking for something else to hit. She stopped, looking at the backside of the tank with wide eyes.. . . Was that large, gaping, ripped open hole there before? Surely it had been. Surely. ❝. . . Holy shit.❞ she breathed out, taking a step back.Hay Sun left the warehouse, trying not to think about the tank. That had been an accident. A fluke. The metal had been weak, that's all. Right? She thought of the freaky shit Red pulled off yesterday against Sam. Right? Fluke.She half-wished Cass had come with them, but then again, she half-wished she was at home. At school. Anywhere but Albany, New York. Maybe she could leave, go on her own personal road trip, really do what she told her dad she was doing. Would Red try and come find her, if she did leave? Probably, and that was kind of annoying.IT WOULD BE A BAD IDEA FOR YOU TO TAKE LEAVE, HAY SUN WHITE. She looked up through one of the holes in the roof, the early sunlight barely pouring in. YOU ARE NOT YET POWERFUL ENOUGH TO PROTECT YOURSELF, AND CAN ONLY BE FORTUNATE SO MANY TIMES. EVENTUALLY, YOUR LUCK WILL RUN OUT, AND YOU WILL BE POWERLESS. IT IS YOUR DUTY, TO ME, TO STAY WITH XATHANAEL AND HONE YOUR ABILITIES. THEN, AND ONLY THEN, MAY YOU CONSIDER LEAVING.The sooner, the better, then.INDEED.Quietly, Hay Sun made her way back to the hotel and found Red sitting on the steps, messing with that odd necklace of hers. ❝Is it my turn, today?❞ Hay Sun asked, hands shoved in her pockets.
