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School Days Origins: Crossing PathsMarie knew that her family had money troubles. She knew that the fights that her partents got into were about money. How her father had lost his job and her mother didn’t have one to begin with.
She knew that they were scared. She also knew that her sisters were scared. And that she was scared.
Fear circled throughout the family, causing fights and tears, but the source was ignored.
One day Marie woke up and her mother was gone. She snuck out of the house and into the woods to find her when she heard a scream.
She ran over to see a boy not much older than her wearing dirty clothes. He was holding his arm to his chest.
“What happened?” she asked as she knelt down beside him.
“I think it might be broken,” he gasped, avoiding her question. “Go get your father.”
Marie nodded and ran back to her house, bringing her father back to where the boy was, but he wasn’t there. There was only a cross carved into the tree.
She didn’t notice that h
Death of Day,
I am overly fond.
Burial of the sun,
Birth of the moon,
The tragedy of day
is over so soon.
That’s what happens
in the dead of the night.
School Days chapter eight: New Beginnings.-*-.
Joe walked onto the balcony with his hands in his pockets.
"You're back," a voice to his left said.
Joe nodded, but kept looking at the figure before him. The figure's back was turned. The three were silent for a moment.
"So, you've met them," the voice to Joe's left said as she pulled her dreadlocks into a ponytail.
Joe shook his head. "Only a few. Franken Stein, Spirit, Marie Mjölnir, and Hecate. And it seems that Spirit and Hecate new each other. He called her 'Raven Tail'."
"Oh, God. Where have I heard that before?" the girl tightened her ponytail.
"How many are there total?" the boy turned to the girl. Joe took a few steps closer to the pair as the girl look at a list on her lap.
"Nine. The oldest is Spirit, then Kami Graves, Hecate, Peggy Roland, Arthur Penbrooke, Marie Mjölnir, Cécile Bertin, Azusa Yumi, and the youngest is Franken Stein."
"Why'd you take the time to put them in oldest to youngest?" Joe asked as the boy took the list.
"That's the way Vick
Spirit's SongGilded cage,
Life was gone before it started.
The Furies came,
and found me, centered in all the blame.
then lost me again.
Blue madness was my only true friend.
Sugar sweetened my bitter drink,
but was snatched away at the brink.
Good hunted us, and claimed many as their own,
and the information queen lost her thrown.
Red roses marked the people around me.
Death came, along with something more to see,
My life had found new meaning.
twice something was taken that should have been given,
Secrets flew out,
trust was thrown about.
A new ring brought endless joy,
but soon the blame had come back.
Red lips pressed against my wrist,
reminding what I missed.
Sewing my past together.
I had always been good at hiding my scars,
it was easier because no one looked.
People I lost.
Memories I fought.
And then it stopped.
They wouldn't hear, so it stopped.
And it wouldn't come back.
Willow TreeWhy am I here? On this world where no one cares about what I say or do. Willow trees to my back, water surrounds me, darkness rises. Secrets fly away on the wind, when they know they should stay close, like the little flowers that bloom at the bottom of the tree. Light falls, but so does rain, like tears on the Willow tree. I make things awkward with my presence. Why am I like this? I want to climb to the top of the tree and be all alone, where everything is so much better. By myself, where insanity overrides the loneliness.
Fake LoveIt takes him a moment to realize that she's smiling at him. Not that twisted bit of lip she does when she's accomplished something. Not that superior smile she looks down on him with, even though he is taller. Not that coy, grim slash of mouth she gives him whenever he does something wrong, no. She's smiling at him, as though her heart wasn't black, as though he wasn't a freak, a monster. She's smiling at him like this is the most normal thing in the world.
Maybe it is. He didn't know. In that moment the only thing he knew was that when she smiled at him he sees something that isn't an evil witch, a seductress woman, the person who kidnapped him. He sees something that he didn't want to see. Something deeper.
So he tells her so, and she just shakes her head sadly. Her hand moves forward, and he thinks that it's going to choke him, but she touched the part of his chest were his soul rested. And she just looks at him.
He wants to push her away, call her names until she's mean and narciss
School Days Origins: FaithOnce upon a time Franken Stein's parents forced him to go to Sunday School. Then the lady who ran the Sunday School found out that he was left handed. She tried many different times to get Franken to stop using his left hand, and finally she tried to break it, but was stopped by Franken's mother Mary.
When his parents tucked him in that night they told him that he wouldn't be going back to Sunday School, and he was confused. He was only six at the time and didn't understand, so he thought that he had gotten his parents in trouble, but he wasn't overly concerned. His parents were adults, and adults knew everything. Except how to play with toys.
Everyone knew that there was something strange about the Stein boy, and one day when Franken lost himself in madness for about an hour he slaughtered a few of his neighbors sheep and a cow (which was pretty strange. He was a very small child he could barely reach the cow’s utter).
The neighbor called the Priest and he took him back to the c
School Days Origins: FaultSpirit woke to Savannah's voice. She was screaming at him, shaking him, crying.
"Savvy?" he asked rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"They took her! They've taken her!"
Spirit's eyes widened. There was no need to ask who. He ran out of the mansion, going to the part of the garden where he know his mother would be.
"Mother?" he asked approaching her. He momentarily remembered that he was still in his nightclothes, and that Father would beat him bloody if he knew that Spirit allowed his mother to see him like this.
Mia raised her head. Her blue eyes were lost in tears. She reached for him, but he turned away from her and ran towards the road. He saw a truck and he ran after it, and he continued running until he feet bled. He collapsed on to his knees. The ten year old redhead gasped the air greedily as tears fan down his face. She was gone. Gwydion was gone. His silk nightclothes were torn and bloody, and when he got home his father would beat him.
As Spirit laid gasping a hand came down
School Days Chapter Seven: Flying.-*-
The next time Franken walked to Mrs. Wagner's house he wasn't alone. Spirit walked next to him, looking at everything around them. Mary had sent them for more black fabric, and Franken was carring a basket full of eggs, and no matter how many times Spirit asked Franken held them.
But this time, like the last, he was stopped by Wolfgang and his allies.
"Going back to the weird old lady's house," he sneered as he lowered himself to Franken's level.
Spirit growled. He haven’t the slights idea what the boy said, but something to do with the way he made his face look suggested that he was insulting Franken.
So Spirit stepped in front of the smaller boy and glared at the other German boy. "Leave him alone."
Wolfgang raised a doubting eyebrow at Spirit, and looked around the redhead and looked at Franken. "American?"
Wolfgang smirked at Spirit, and was about to say something, but Spirit's fist stopped him.
Spirit pushed Wolfgang down on to the ground, and launched a
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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