Okay, I have done SOMETHING with the comments section...
Now when you comment, a new window should pop up. It isn't perfect, but at least there are pages now, and you don't have to keep reloading to get to the newest comment...
This is all VERY annoying.
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'Don't Leave' isn't a reason.
yes it is
because mine had an exclamation mark
PLEASE
If you leave, I'll be lonely-ish.
Ish?
HEllo everyone!!!
Im glad it is possible for me to comment again.
Oh, the things I could've/wanted to tell you...
Well, Deylan's here, too.
I'm back. And staying.
Oh, Val v, I like your new pic.
Sparky Braginski: Reqthin, A Proud Member, Founder and Grand Mage Of 'The Straight Jackets,' I think Val v wants you to stay.
I'm stayin'.
Thanks Thrust
HELLO EVERYONE!
Ugh... I feel like I'm going to throw up...
HEYA THRUST.
EVERYONE JOIN THE STRAIGHT JACKETS!!!!
It is a little anoying that you changed your name no offence.
Before you brake out into a crazy "darkess rampage," in my deffence I assumed you were some wanna be Valkyrie V.
Why do you feel like you're going to throw up Val V?
did you read harry potter? (jks)
I think I ate too much at dinner, because I hadn't eaten anything today.
And no, but I've seen the movies. I watched both of the Deathly Hallows a few days ago.
Wait, are you saying it's annoying that I changed my name? Why is that?
please don't say it's because I spelled "darquesse" incorrectly
Read my comment. You are tired go to sleep
*tierd
and btw the throw up comment was a joke, I remember you said harry potter is crap, and you would never read them, so I made the connection.
Ah.
You know what's boring? Reading the dictionary.
I'm allowed on the laptop YAY!!!
Good for you, Sparky.
I AM ON THE LAPTOP NOW!!!!
I read all HP. I'm not saying it's boring.(made the connection)
But yeah sure, reading a plane old dictionary, can be boring, but dictionary.com ftw!
I used a dictionary today, but not really. It was a french-english one. for most of the words i didn't know, I just called out to the teacher and she answered all our questions. (we were supposed to be writing a story, which she claimed was assigned by the government and I don't think she was supposed to answer anything).
yay sparky!
Congrats BTW! I was so happy for you, but I could get on to shout out to you. I'm suprised anyone did.
Val V, did you understand why I was upset you changed your name?
not upset
another word.
Not really, no, but I didn't really care too much.
alright then we'll leave it at that.
SPARKY WHERE'D YOU GO?
Sparky, you still here?
Thanks Thrust!
I'm doing a page at a time with my story...
AND I SERIOUSLY NEED TO THINK OF A TITLE.
My internet died, K?
You don't need a title until you finish it; that's what Derek does.
Yeah...
But...
oh so your not dead? good, so I can go get some sleep, while Val v is entertained-ish by you. Right?
I do that too.
I was going to say exacty what you said, Val V.
the second I saw your statement, Sparky.
Woah, I haven't had school all week because of the snow... AWESOME.
BUT I'M NOT AS GOOD AS DEREK.
Hello!
HI EVE.
Some authors,who have a rep to write a lot of short books, (RL stine), think of a title and are inspired by it and build on it.
Yo Eve.
how much snow do you have in Washin?
Well, I have a story, it's thinking of a name to go with it.
But I did do that once. For school. Got an A+. (No joke)
Can you guess where I've been?
Hello eve the ROCK
no, eve the rock
You mean Washington? I have about 8 inches now.
Hello Thrust! I don't believe I've met you. I thought we didn't have to refresh to get to the newest comment. :(
Oh, were you eating live chickens?
And you can just call me Eve.
Yes, but that's not what I'm talking about. I went to Sydney for the Harry Potter thing. I know, I'm such a traitor.
I'm gonna go write a ridiculous short story, I'll be back after.
For all my English assignments, I train my writing. I write in my own "goofy" (you can call it that if you want, it insults me but what ever) style, and he likes it always, wnd gives me 90%+
Dude, NO WAY!!!
THAT'S WHERE I GOT MY TIE!!!
*shes leaving because you are a traitor, eve the rock*
that's a joke, please don't feel offended.
You went too? Cool! I got a Hufflepuff pen! I love Hufflepuff. It would be better if the animal was a live chicken though.
WHAT TIE,Sparky Braginski: Reqthin, A Proud Member, Founder and Grand Mage Of 'The Straight Jackets'?
...
I wanna post my story here, but I haven't written much since last time...
DO YOU GUYS WANNA READ MY STORY???
SLYTHERIN!!!
I NEVER feel offended. I'm too awesome. And in my defense, I like the movies, not the books.
I'd love to read it!
If you post it here RIGHT NOW ill read it I got to go RIGHT NOW, but that can wait... :D
Your liking of the movies explains your love for hufflepuff
GREAT!
Lemme finish this train of thought with it first though........
POSTING IT NOW!!!
Why was it so cold? She didn’t want to move. She was comfortable there. But why did it need to be so cold? She could hear something. Sirens. Where was she? She opened her eyes. Ugh. She was still in her bedroom.
Wait. Sirens?
She rolled over and landed on the floor.
‘Ow…’ She moaned. She did that every day. She needed a bigger bed. She got up and looked at her closet. She picked out jeans and a football jersey. She tripped at the top of the stairs and eventually landed on the floor. She did that every day too. She grunted and got up. She checked her watch. 2:30am. What the hell was happening? She opened the front door and saw that the house across the street had broken windows. Nothing to do with her. She shut the door again and walked into the kitchen. She ignored the toaster completely because the last time she used it, the toaster burnt half of her hair off. She opened the microwave carefully and avoided the small explosion of goo.
‘Ryan!’ She called up the stairs. ‘Get down here!’ She heard a groan, a thump and a swear as Ryan hit his head against the ceiling.
‘Microwave?’ He yelled back, leaning over the banister of the hallway upstairs.
‘Yes the microwave.’
‘I have to clean it don’t I?’ He asked. She nodded.
She sat in the dining room eating cereal and glaring at Ryan. Idiot. He had done that two days ago. She didn’t forget to easy. She saw him shuffle out of the kitchen.
‘Done.’ He mumbled, heading back up the stairs. She watched him slowly make his way up the stairs. God, he was stupid sometimes. But, most of the time he was a complete brainbox. He wasn’t smart in the straight A student sense, he was just… Intelligent. He was in his second year of University and his looks were deceiving. Very deceiving. He had spiky red hair that people made fun of. He was average height and skinny. His eyes were pale blue and his features were uninteresting. He was funny, in a annoying sort of way and they were housemates. It was her, Ryan and Kat. Oh. Kat.
‘Ryan wait!’ She called up again. He looked down again.
‘What now?’
‘Where’s Kat?’
‘She’s still in bed.’
‘Are you sure?’ She asked.
‘Yes, Harper, I’m positive I ch-‘ He paled. ‘I didn’t check. Are those sirens?’
‘Yes, they are sirens. Let’s check the basement.’ They walked down the stairs and knocked on the basement door. No response. Harper opened the door and peered into the room. Empty. Harper started walking up the stairs.
‘The psycho has gone arsonist again. Let’s go get her.’ She said. Ryan sighed and started muttering something about chains as he got his jacket. They walked out into the freezing cold, crossed the road and entered the forest behind the houses on that side of the street. They walked to the clearing at the middle of the forest and saw Kat sitting in the snow, rocking back and forth slightly. Harper and Ryan shared a look, then Harper tentatively reached towards Kat’s shoulder. Kat looked up, her eyes shining.
Just read your blog, Thrust. So many posts!
‘Hey guys! How are you? I’m good though in retrospect it might’ve been smart for me to bring a jacket out here.’ She said cheerily. Ryan sighed and passed Kat his one.
‘Can we go back inside now? I’m freezing.’ He shivered. Kat smiled and got up. They walked back to the house, trying to stick to the shadows. Harper stared at the back of Kat’s head as they walked. It was amazing how she could blend into any environment and still grab the attention of every boy she went past. Kat had blonde hair and grey eyes. She was tall and had a couple freckles. Harper had been jealous when they first met, but had decided since then that she was quiet happy being herself.
The three of them walked into the house and Kat started walking to the basement. Harper grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her back. Ryan then grabbed Kat’s shoulders and forced he onto the couch.
‘Kat, this really needs to stop.’ Harper sighed. Kat smiled.
‘This is serious Kat. It needs to stop. You’ll be fine for weeks and then, Bam! You go uts again.’ Ryan scolded. Kat frowned.
‘Ryan, Harper, please let me get some sleep. I’m tired.’ Kat said. She got up and walked into the basement. Ryan looked at Harper and shrugged.
‘It’ll sort itself out eventually. Everything does.’ Ryan yawned, ‘I’m going to bed too.’ He turned and walked up the stairs. Harper sighed and walked up the stairs after him. She walked into her bedroom, pulled the covers off her bed and wrapped them around herself as she sat down at her computer. She logged in, checked her e-mails, there was one from the publishing company. She flinched and opened it. She quickly scanned the page and sighed. Denied. They denied her. Again. She scowled, fighting back the tears, and opened up the word document on which the story was written. ‘Frivolous Attempts’. She selected the entire story and hit ‘delete’. She then moved to close the document. A pop-up appeared. ‘Do you want to save the changes you made to Frivolous Attempts.docx?’ She sighed and hit ‘Don’t Save’; she wasn’t giving up just yet. She closed the page and looked at the screen. She could see her face reflected in the monitor. Short black hair, pale skin and far too skinny for her liking. Harper hated her reflection. She only looked at it when she doubted she could feel any worse. It never helped, because all se could ever see were the things that she hated about herself. Mainly her eyes. The were probably the prettiest part of her face, but she still hated them. They were dark brown, and mysterious. Harper had no idea why she hated them, but she always had. She yawned and checked the time. 3:15am. She turned off the computer and leaned out her bedroom window, thinking. She heard a loud BANG! Come from the basement. Harper sprinted down the stairs, followed closely by Ryan. They pelted down the second set of stairs and met Kat, who was shaking and couldn’t open the door.
‘Kat, what happened?’ Ryan asked.
‘I don’t know! I went to open the door, found it was locked and I was trying to jimmy it open and something inside exploded!’ She squealed. She then growled and kicked the door. The explosion must have weakened the hinges or something, because the door fell. Harper moved to go in but Kat stopped her abruptly. Kat went in and replaced the door behind her. Ryan and Harper looked at each other.
‘What was that about?’ Ryan said, bewildered. Harper was about to knock down the door again when they heard the sound of an electric screwdriver reattaching the door to the hinges that were stuck to the wall.
‘Ryan, I thought you were asleep.’ Harper yelled over the noise.
‘Nope. I couldn’t sleep, and I have that huge assignment, remember?’
‘Oh yeah.’ Harper trailed off.
‘Have you gotten the response from the publishing company yet?’ He said, trying to make conversation, knowing that Harper had been worrying about the response for days. Harper said nothing. Ryan didn’t get the message.
‘Did you hear me?’ He yelled, ‘I asked if you got a response from the pub-‘ Harper scowled and nodded. No tears. No crying. Ryan was about to ask what they said when he figured it out. He paled.
‘Oh, God, Harper, I’m so sorry.’ He murmured. Harper shook her head.
‘Whatever you just said, I didn’t hear it.’ She yelled, the screwdriver noise cutting out halfway through her sentence. Harper blushed. She then banged on the door that had just been fixed. There was a slight scrabble on the other side, and then Kat’s head popped out.
‘Yes?’
‘Let me in. Now.’ Harper said, with a no-nonsense air about her. Kat opened the door wider, letting Harper have a glimpse of the room.
‘Nothing suspicious. Please let me finish fixing the door.’ Kat said, innocently. Ryan peered over Harper’s shoulder.
‘Kat, something in there blew up less than five minutes ago. Let us in, you can keep working on the door.’ He said. Kat scowled and grudgingly let them in.
‘Just don’t touch anything.’ She growled, and promptly continued working on the door, mumbling something about ‘Not letting the undesirables in.’ Ryan and Harper shared a look, and looked around the room. There was nothing broken and no sign of a commotion. Everything was clean and tidy. In fact, the room looked practically untouched. Which was weird, considering Kat spent all of her free time down here. Ryan and Harper decided to leave Kat to it, and went to bed.
The next morning Harper got up at seven feeling incredibly tired, walked downstairs and made herself breakfast. She zoned out while she was having her second bowl of cereal for that day, dwelling on her book. She knew that it was good. She was positive it was good. Why didn’t the publishing companies see that? She’d sent ‘Frivolous Attempts’ to three different publishing companies now, and none of them liked it. Harper was frowning into space when Ryan bounced down the stairs.
‘Good morning Harper! It’s sort of a new day!’ He said cheerily. He then remembered about the book. He smacked his forehead and swore.
‘God, I am such an idiot.’
‘No, Ryan, you’re right. It’s fine. Really.’ Harper responded, snapping back to Earth. Harper checked the time while scooping a spoonful of food into her mouth and nearly choked.
‘Crap, I’m almost late.’ She coughed. Harper ran up the stairs, got ready in two minutes and ran back down almost tripping, but not quite. She stumbled to the door and called back, ‘Make sure Kat doesn’t blow anything else up, Okay? Bye!’
‘Have a good day!’ Ryan yelled back, smiling. Harper was almost late every day, but never was. He got a new spoon out and finished Harper’s cereal. Kat came up
about five minutes later, had some leftover soup for breakfast and went down to her room again. Ryan watched her the entire time, thinking about his assignment for Uni. He had to design a modern building, with more than thirty floors, having a new and innovative ‘look’ for the outside. The inside needed to be an office building. He was working for his Bachelor of Architectural Studies, and he was loving his course. The small problem was that every time he got into the stage of work when the ideas came at him like he was a magnet, Kat would distract him. Which was annoying. He walked to his room and sat down at his desk. He then spent five minutes chucking everything on his desk everywhere looking for his sketchpad and pencil. He then remembered that it was on his bed. He climbed up the ladder next to his desk and grabbed his sketchpad.
Read that one. Still love it. :) If you followed my blog, I'd love it even more. *nudges shoulder*
THERE'S MORE NOW!!!
I've written two more pages today!
And I don't even follow the Golden God's blog...
*laughs evilly as I write my story* Oh, Derek has to read this...
1) Did you ever read the books? - if not you should, you can still like the movies better if you want (even though you won't)
2)have you ever played... no you haven't NVM.
3)not all hufflepuffs are bad, but a quote from Hagrid: "everyone says Hufflepuff are a lot o' duffers, but" "I bet I'm in Hufflepuff," said Harry gloomily.
Read the rest. Love it.
Did either of you read the story?
Because neither of you comments on it...
I've read all the books. They're not awesome enough. Gotta go bye.
I was reading it Amazing. I wounder what happends. Can I find it on you blog? cuz I gotta go.
I commented on it. I loved it, I said. Twice.
/i'm sorry, eve.
BYE EVERYONE!!!!
Wait, are you BOTH going???
I'm still SORT OF here. I'm writing a funny story. It involves me and Amanda.
Oh no...
The story with no title is getting REALLY long...
Like, for a story with no title written by me.
I think that I'm going to finish it and put chapters in...
Wanna hear my story so far?
Yes please.
I think that I'm supposed to be leaving now...
I'll see how far I can get as it is...
It's my imaginary adventure to meet Derek:
I jumped out of my mumzy's car, in complete stealth mode, which involves wearing my usual all black, then glanced around. Once I was sure it was clear, I beckoned inside the car. My best friend, who has long red hair and green eyes, Amanda, stepped out as well. I pulled our bags out of the back of the car. I nodded to Mumzy, who was sitting in the driver's seat, and she nodded back and mouthed the words, "Be careful and don't get caught."
I smiled as a response, then started to walk away from the car, followed by Amanda. I spoke to her as we walked. "Okay, if we want to pull this off, we should use our Skulduggery names. I'm Valkyrie, and you're China, like usual. Agreed?"
"Agreed," Amanda responded. "So, just to be sure, what's the plan again?"
"Step one: arrive at the airport. We've accomplished that one. Step two: Get past security and onto a plane for Dublin. I'll figure out step three when we get to it."
"Alright. How do we get past security, then?"
"By being awesome ninjas, duh."
"Of course. And awesome ninjas always beat the dipperonies and snozcombers."
"Exactly." I paused. "Amanda, what are we supposed to do in the airport? I mean, I know that we get on an airplane and stuff, but I've never been on one, except when I was a baby, and I can't remember that."
"Well, don't ask me. I don't know either."
I suddenly realised something. "Oh! I'll just check in Death Bringer! Valkyrie goes to the airport!" I began to unzip my bags, searching for Death Bringer. By the time I found it, my bags were even more of a mess than before. I opened it and started flipping through the chapters, until I found Chapter 26. I skimmed over the pages, hoping to find something to help me. "Aha! Okay, we need to go to the Departure Gates."
We started roaming through the nearby area, searching. "Hey Bella," Amanda said. I turned around. She was pointing at the Departure Gates, which were at the bottom of the stairs.
"Awesome! Okay, once we get there, we need to pull out passports and tickets." I paused. "Which we don't have. Do we have magical powers?"
"I don't think so, no."
"Dang. That would've helped. We'll just have to be ninjas, then." I looked at her. "On the count of three. One, two, three..."
We both grabbed all of our bags and tossed them down towards the people standing in line for the Departure Gates. Four people got hit in the face and fell down. Amanda and I climbed up on to the railing and jumped off, flipping several times through the air. We landed in a heap on the ground, then rolled and came up, just in time to see everyone staring at us.
"Lovely weather we're having...?" I said doubtfully.
Amanda nudged my arm. "Bella," she whispered. "It's pouring rain."
"Oh," I whispered back. "Good point. Oh well."
I grabbed her arm and dragged her down to the floor, then did a sad excuse of a somersault to get us a tiny bit closer to our bags. We ended up having to roll about twelve times to get close. When we finally were, we stood up.
"What was that all about?!" one of the four people who got hit said. "Why on earth did you do that?"
"I agree!" another one of them said. "What's in there, anyway? Bricks?"
I looked at them for a moment. "No," I said slowly. "It was cement blocks."
The man stared at me. "Cement blocks? Why?"
"For this," Amanda responded. She pulled a cement block out and threw it at the man. He fell down again, unconscious this time. We could barely keep ourselves from laughing. I glanced over my shoulder and saw someone walking over, the guards following.
"Run!" I said to Amanda, who handed me a cement block, then ran towards the Gates.
I threw the block straight into a guard's face, and he fell over, moaning in pain. I took off running and caught up with Amanda, who had stopped to wait for me. We sprinted to the Departure Gates, and got inside just as laser beams blocked the entry.
"Laser beams?" I asked skeptically. "What kind of airport has laser beams?"
"The awesome kind," Amanda said. "Do you still have Death Bringer?"
"Of course I do. I could never lose it." I pulled it out of my coat. "See?"
"Good. What comes after the Departure Gates?"
"Ummm," I said, flipping through the pages, "next we go to... Actually, I don't know where. Let's just do this Valkyrie style."
"But we don't have magic."
"We can improvise."
"Everyone knows who we are now."
"That's why I brought disguises." I unzipped one of the bags and pulled out a curly blonde wig and a bright purple wig. I held the purple one out to Amanda.
Amanda reached over and took the blonde one out of my hand.
"Hey!" I said irritably, "I'm wearing that one!"
"Not anymore you aren't. I'm not wearing the purple one."
"Why not?"
"Why don't you? Besides, you'll be able to see your dark hair under the blonde one if it moves around."
"And I'll be able to see your red hair under it too!"
"Well, too bad! I'm wearing this one!" Amanda pulled a hair tie out of her pocket and put her hair back, then moved her hair around in a way that it wouldn't be seen with the wig on. I reluctantly did the same.
Amanda looked over and laughed. "Shut up," I growled.
"Don't tell me what to do."
"I'll tell you what to do if I want. I have more authority."
"And I'm older."
"I don't care!" I started to walk in the direction of a window. I peered through it. "Look, I can see the airplanes from here..."
Amanda came over to join me. "They're pretty far away."
"I know. We could break the window. I'm good at that."
"We'd probably die if you did that."
"I know. That's why I haven't yet."
Yo peeps!! Well there is no point commenting cus I've got school but I will anyway...
Nice story Val!!!
"You know, this is the most confusing airport ever."
"That's because I made it up. If it were a real airport, a guard would have caught us by now, and those people we hit would probably be dead. And we would have broken tons of bones by now."
"Then I'm glad it's imaginary. Wanna jump out the window?"
"Sure," I said.
I stepped away from the glass, then ran at it, aiming to break it with my shoulder. I collided with the glass, but fell down again. Amanda laughed hysterically.
Thanks Rim! I think I might start it over... I want it to be funnier...
I'm gonna post a super long story...
PROLOUGE: THIS MURDEROUS SCENE
Dead bodies. Everywhere.
Ivy Animosity grinned mischievously at her work. She wiped her hands on her jeans, which now had cuts and holes, attempting to wipe off some of the blood. It didn’t work. Randomly and out of boredom, she tried to count the corpses surrounding her, but there were so many it was nearly impossible for Ivy’s amount of patience. She looked at the details of this murderous scene. Blood, organs, very possibly a spine… In her own twisted mind, it was a beautiful sight.
The rain was steadily falling, as it always was in Washington, and Ivy was soaking wet. She put her hand in her pocket and withdrew her cell phone. Shielding the screen from the rain, she sent a one-word text message: “Done”. She waited a few seconds, then the screen lit up and Ivy read the new message. Satisfied, she put the phone away.
Ivy sat down in the grassy field and waited. After about three minutes, Ivy raised her hands above her head and kept them there for a moment, then put them back down again. A moment later a dark blue dome of light formed around her, keeping off the rain. She put her index fingertips together for a moment, thought of what she wanted to happen, and the water that was already on her evaporated, leaving Ivy as dry as if she had never even been touched by the rain outside her little blue dome. She held out her arms, and watched the cuts heal and the bruises fade away. Ivy had to admit, she loved having magic. It could come in very useful.
About an hour later, when it was already dark, a car’s headlights swerved around the corner. The car screeched to a halt. Ivy stood up and the blue dome disappeared. She walked over to the car, opened the door, sat down, clicked on her seat belt, and shut the door as the car sped away and disappeared into the dark of the night.
CHAPTER ONE: A MEETING WITH THE BAD GUYS
Ivy sat down on her couch and used the remote to turn on the TV. She decided, not for the first time, to watch the news. She liked seeing the new crimes and murders. Apparently, a year ago from today, there had been a major massacre. The cops had brought in all the best agents and detectives they had, but they couldn’t find even the slightest trace of a clue to help with finding out who the killer was. And a year ago, on that same night, Ivy had been at the exact same place. At the exact same time. Killing people. The thought of her crimes brought a smile to her lips. And there wasn’t even a clue, not even the tiniest bit of evidence, to prove she had done anything wrong. Ivy found the entire thing completely amusing.
Ivy had long, wavy black hair, and extremely pale skin. Her eyes were distracting to others; they were different than every other person’s, because they were a dark indigo blue. She was a little bit taller than average, and was much, much stronger, even when she didn’t use what some people called her “special skills”. She had a slight Irish accent, but it was very noticeable if she was angry or scared. What surprised people most was the fact that she seemed to be only thirteen years old. No one ever bothered her about her age, though. No one bothered her and lived, anyway. Being so young meant people weren’t as instantly terrified of Ivy, which came in very useful when she needed to kill someone. They’d immediately underestimate her, which meant Ivy could pretend to be scared and pathetic to trick and distract her enemy. And then, while they were distracted, Ivy could kill them in less than an instant. It was simple, really.
In her history, Ivy had been many things. Smart. Friendly. Nice. Honourable. Trustworthy. She wasn’t those things anymore, aside from being smart. In fact, she was extremely intelligent, and often out-smarted others, particularly her enemies. She had changed from good to evil practically over night. And that night had been the night she was practically killed. It was not the best experience, and she didn’t like thinking about it.
Ivy had been in the evil business for about a year now, and had quickly become a feared enemy. No one that she had been hired to kill ever escaped, but people had heard the stories. In every story Ivy had heard about herself, her description was always wrong. They always thought she had blood dripping off her or fangs or red eyes or something ridiculous like that, and they always thought of her to be at least 20. Although, Ivy couldn’t really blame anyone for these mistakes, because she had been the one to spread the stories at the start. Otherwise, how would anyone know about her in the first place? No one lived to tell the story afterwards. Ivy always cringed and made her eyes widen when someone told her one of these stories, pretending to be the small innocent victim she could never be.
Ivy’s phone rang, and she answered it on the second ring. “Hello?”
“Is this Ivy Animosity?” It was a woman’s voice, and it didn’t sound irritated, as Ivy had expected.
Ivy readjusted herself on the couch, trying to get more comfortable. “Maybe, maybe not. It all depends, really. Who are you?”
The woman sounded slightly amused. “My name is Saturnine Bilious. I’m calling because I would like to meet up with you, and very possibly hire you for a few murders. That is, of course, if you’re Ivy.”
“Okay, yes, fine, I’m Ivy. Where do I meet up with you and when?”
“You’ll get a letter in the mail, explaining everything you—“
Ivy sighed.
“What?” Saturnine asked.
“Well, haven’t you thought of something more… Modern? Like, oh, I don’t know, any number of things, such as an email, maybe? A text message?”
“Technology doesn’t work as well, because it can be doubted.”
“God, Saturnine, learn to think like a thirteen-year-old, because that’s who you’re working with.”
“I wouldn’t recommend speaking to someone like me like that. Do you know who you are working with, aside from yourself? Because I’m not the friendliest.” She paused. “What’s that sound?”
Ivy had pulled out her laptop and was looking Saturnine Bilious up on the internet. She wasn’t listening to Saturnine, and instead was reading what was on the screen. She reread it aloud. “Saturnine Bilious is a criminal, wanted for her ruthless killing sprees. She usually kills her victims quietly, but sometimes enjoys a hint of oddity. She is also known to double-cross people often. She has been known of for approximately ten years, and has killed over three hundred people without a bomb and on her own.” Ivy pretended to yawn. “Hm,” she said, “boring. Even I have a better description, and hardly anyone even knows who I am.”
“Miss Animo—“ She stopped and sighed. “Ivy, I want you to work for me to kill someone, that’s all. Can you do that?”
“Of course I can, but why? Is this person kind, and friendly, and compassionate? Do they provide money for charities? Save the lives of innocents?”
“No, actually, they just irritate me a lot and I would be happy if someone else would just kill her so I don’t have to and that way I can sit around and be lazy.”
“So you want to have whoever she is killed because she annoys you? Well, that’s just amusing, so I’ll definitely consider it. When will I get my letter, then?”
“In a few days. I have to go to a meeting now. I hope you decide to work for me. Goodbye.”
“Bye.” Ivy hung up, then set her phone down. As she set it down, however, she caught sight of the time. 10:37 A.M. She had a meeting with her current employer at 11:15. Ivy jumped up out of her seat. Cursing, she rushed over to her main bedroom and opened the closet.
She took a quick glance inside the closet for a split second, then simply grabbed whatever she could pull out first. She ended up with a shirt with an Irish flag on it, and a black jacket, jeans, and pulled on her black boots. She ran a brush through her hair, looked in the mirror to be sure she looked decent, then ran out of the room. She hurried out the house, locking the front door behind her.
Ivy walked into the meeting room at 11:13; much later than she had planned, thanks to the Seattle traffic the taxi had got stuck in. She sat down at one of the chairs surrounding the huge wooden table in the middle of the room. The walls were a rather boring beige colour, and the floors looked as though they were in need of some repair.
Two minutes later, at 11:15 exactly, about 6 people entered the room, all wearing formal business clothes. There was Ivy’s employer, Mr Seeker, who had dark hair that was shot through with strands of grey and a serious expression that never seemed to leave his face; 4 people who, in all of Ivy’s experiences with them, hardly ever spoke and basically just took notes of whatever was said; and today there was someone Ivy didn’t recognise at all. She had reddish-brown hair, green eyes, and looked friendly at first, but Ivy felt like, if she looked close enough, she could see a hint of evil in her eyes. Everyone who had just entered sat down around the table, the same as Ivy had.
Getting straight to the crux as usual, Mr Seeker said, “Ivy Animosity, this is Saturnine Bilious.” He gestured towards the woman Ivy hadn’t recognised. “She would like to discuss some matters with you. Miss Bilious, you may start.”
Saturnine Bilious looked over at Ivy and grinned. “Why, hello, Miss Animosity.”
Ivy arched an eyebrow. “Hey, Saturnine,” she replied, and noticed the look of slight shock on Saturnine’s face from being addressed so casually. “What happened to your old-fashioned way of communicating? I thought you were sending me a letter. Glad to see you’ve upgraded. Congratulations.”
“I have someone I’d like you to kill,” Saturnine retorted, ignoring Ivy’s comment. Ivy guessed she wasn’t exactly Saturnine’s favourite person.
“So no small talk then? Pity. You already mentioned that you wanted me to kill someone over the phone. So who is it?”
“Anomaly Despair.”
“And that is…?”
“She’s about 23, has brownish-blonde hair, and is highly trained in fighting skills. She’s clever and difficult to out-smart – so don’t try anything fancy. Understand?”
Just for the sake of it, rather than speaking to Saturnine, Ivy used one of her “special skills”. As a response to the question, Ivy thought, “Yes, of course I understand. I’m not as dim-witted as I know you think I am, Saturnine.”
Saturnine’s eyes widened, and Ivy grinned.
“She has magic?” Saturnine asked furiously.
Ivy’s “special skills” were, officially, magic. One of the many things she knew how to do was to read minds, as well as speak to other people in their head. Everyone always seemed shocked at this, because they were never expecting it. Ivy was, after all, one of the seven people on the entire planet who had any magic whatsoever, known as the Seven Sorcerers. Every time one died, a baby was born as a new sorcerer. She didn’t know who the other six people were, but she knew that they were somewhere. Ivy looked at Saturnine again, who looked incredibly angry.
“She has magic,” Saturnine repeated, glaring at Mr Seeker.
Mr Seeker looked at Saturnine. “She does indeed,” he responded calmly. “She has quite a lot of magic, actually. She’s probably in the top three of the most powerful out of the Seven Sorcerers. Not that any of the other Sorcerers know about her, though.”
Saturnine just stared at Ivy, then at Mr Seeker again. “Do you know how dangerous that is? She could kill us in an instant and we’d never see it coming! Doesn’t that concern you in the slightest? She’s far too young to use magic! She can’t be trusted with power like that!”
“She’s fine to work with, I assure you. She’s been working for me for just over a year now, and not once has she tried to kill me.”
“What about other people, then? Has she tried to kill any other people she’s worked for?”
Mr Seeker hesitated. “Yes,” he said.
“And did she succeed in killing them?”
He paused again. “Yes.” He glanced over at Ivy, who had a slight grin on her face. “Miss Bilious, would you care to speak with me outside?”
“Fine,” Saturnine snapped, obviously still irritated.
Mr Seeker nodded and walked out, with Saturnine following, who shut the door behind them.
Ivy sat in the room, and could quite easily hear their voices gradually rising. It got to the point where they were practically shouting at each other, and Ivy thought she could hear them swearing at each other. She stood up, saw the surprised looks on the four note-people’s faces, and opened the door. They glanced at her for a moment, then got back to shouting at each other. Ivy looked back and forth at the two of them, arching an eyebrow at the fact that they hardly seemed to notice her. She crouched down, put her hand against the floor, then sent off a wave of electricity. Saturnine and Mr Seeker both felt the shock and jumped, then fell silent to look at her as she stood up again.
“Have you finished arguing yet? Or do you need to continue?” Ivy asked.
Mr Seeker and Saturnine glanced at each other, then Saturnine sighed and looked at Ivy. “I apologise for freaking out,” she said. “I still need you to kill Anomaly Despair, and I’d like you to do it as soon as you possibly can. Okay?”
“Okay,” Ivy agreed. “I’ll kill her. Where will I find her?”
“In Edmonds, Washington,” she replied. “It’s not too far from here.”
Ivy smiled. “Why, of course I know where Edmonds is; I live there as well. I’ll have no problem finding her, in that case.”
“Wonderful.” Saturnine looked at both Ivy and Mr Seeker. “Tell me when Miss Despair is gone,” she said, “and have Miss Animosity meet up with me afterwards for payment.” And with that, Saturnine nodded to them, then walked away and left.
What she didn’t tell Ivy, though, was that there was a surprise waiting for her when she found Anomaly.
CHAPTER TWO: A JOB IN ACTION
Ivy was waiting. While she was waiting, she was thinking as well. Today, she decided she was going to kill Anomaly Despair. She had an interesting name, just like how Ivy did. She wondered if Anomaly had changed her name from something else. Ivy had changed hers, but that was because she had to. At the time, there was no other way for her. She thought about Anomaly again. She was 23, had brownish-blonde hair, a good fighter, and she was smart… Interesting. Ivy was kind of hoping that her surprise attack would fail, so she could take on Anomaly. She seemed like a good opponent. Not that it mattered, though. Ivy had magic, and Anomaly didn’t, so it was going to be an easy fight, just like every fight Ivy had gotten in, which was quite a large amount.
Apparently, Anomaly was one of the “good” guys, and liked to stop people who were supposedly evil. She always looked for the good side of people, and often convinced her enemy they weren’t all bad, and then she let them walk away. She let them walk away, for God’s sake. Ivy had hardly believed it when she had read it. It made her even more confident to kill Anomaly. Someone crazy like that just couldn’t be alive anymore. It wasn’t possible. Not when Ivy Animosity had been hired to kill them, that is.
Preparing to kill someone was something Ivy had done often. She was consistently being hired for murder after murder. The main step was actually finding someone, and Ivy still had to do that. However, she heard that there was a man who might know something, something about where Anomaly was. So, as part of her preparation, she figured she needed to find him. Although, he was an ordinary man who worked at the local grocery store, so finding him was simple.
She put on a T-shirt and jeans, attempting to look normal. It wasn’t an easy task when you had indigo eyes. Ivy did her best to use her magic and make them a more average shade of blue, then made her skin a little less pale. She could only keep the disguise up for a few hours, but it was better than having people come up to her and ask if she needed to go to a hospital. She left, and went to go find that man.
She walked to the bus stop. She waited there for about thirty minutes. Once the bus had arrived, she got a ride into town. She was dropped off from the bus about a block away from the grocery store. As she headed to the store, she thought about how ridiculous it was that she had to go there in the first place. Although, if it meant that it would lead her to Anomaly Despair, she figured she had to.
She walked in the door to the grocery store. She walked around the store, pretending that she actually needed something. The man she was waiting for, Charlie Kleneer, wasn’t at the counter, so she walked up to the other man there.
“Hello,” Ivy said, as friendly as she could make herself sound. It still wasn’t the friendliest thing to hear. The man kind of stood there for a moment, then blinked at her. He had grey hair and looked older, as well as slightly baffled. Ivy hoped her disguise wasn’t wearing off.
“Hello,” he responded after a while. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, please. I’m looking for Charlie Kleneer. Would you happen to know where he is?”
“I wouldn’t. But I can help you find whatever it is you need. I know my way around the store.”
“No, I need to speak with him personally, sorry. Unless you know the answer to my question.”
“Like I said, I know my way—“
“It isn’t about the store. I’m trying to find someone, and he knows her.”
“Who are you trying to find? I might know her.”
Ivy quickly thought of a lie to get out of this conversation before she got too annoyed. Even she had to admit, it was probably the stupidest lie she had ever used, even more so than when she was little. “It’s a secret. I can’t tell you. If I do, they’ll find out.”
“Who will find out? And why not? Are you working for the government or whatever?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“But why—“
The conversation stopped there because a man with brown hair, brown eyes, and looked about 40, had walked over.
“Hey Charlie,” said the man Ivy had been speaking with. “This little girl wants to talk to you.”
Ivy forced herself to stay under control and fought the urge to pull his head off right there and then. She hated when people called her little. Ivy promised herself she’d get back at him.
“Hello,” Charlie Kleneer responded. He looked at Ivy. “You want to talk to me?”
“Yes, but not here,” she responded, glaring at the first man. “It’s secret.”
Charlie laughed. “Secret? Well, fine, I suppose I’ll follow you, if you know where to go.”
Ivy nodded, then started walking through the aisles of shelves, looking for an empty one. She walked almost in a circle of the store, then finally found an aisle without any people. She turned around to face Charlie. He stared. Ivy had let herself look the way she normally did, and it seemed like it was scaring Charlie.
She grinned at him, then grabbed his arm, and they vanished.
They reappeared in a dark field surrounded by trees. She pushed him away from her, and by the time he had turned around, Ivy looked serious. “Tell me where Anomaly Despair is,” she said.
He looked at Ivy in disbelief. “How did you do that? We weren’t here a few seconds ago! How did we get here?”
Ivy sighed. “It doesn’t matter how we got here. Tell me where she is.”
“Where who is?”
“Anomaly Despair. I already said that.”
He paused. “What if I don’t tell you?”
“I’ll hurt you, and probably kill you.”
He laughed. “I’m not scared of you. I mean, yeah, you look creepy as hell and you somehow got us in the middle of nowhere, but you still don’t scare me. You look like you’re thirteen. You couldn’t hurt me.”
“Do you really believe that?” Ivy said. “Do you? Because I don’t think you do.”
“And why do you think that?”
“Because I can read your mind. Think of any word, anything, I’ll tell you what you’re thinking.”
Charlie looked at Ivy like she was crazy. “Uh, okay, I’ll think of something…”
“You’re thinking about whether you should think about apples, lizards, or running away from me,” Ivy said immediately.
Charlie frowned, and began to back away. “How did you do that? How the hell did you just do that?”
“I already told you. Now you tell me where Anomaly Despair is.”
“I… I can’t. She told me never to tell anyone.”
“And isn’t sad that you have to break your promise to live?”
He paled. “You mean if I don’t tell you, you’ll… you’ll kill me?”
“That is indeed what I mean,” Ivy answered. “I’m going to count to ten. If you don’t tell me where Anomaly is by that point, I’ll pull your arm off.”
Charlie was panicking. Ivy could tell. She started counting. “One, two, three, four…”
“I’ll tell you! Just give me time to remember!”
Ivy grinned. “Five, six, seven, eight…”
“Hold on!”
“Nine, ten.” She blurred over to where he was, and grabbed hold of his left arm. Without even trying, she yanked it out of its socket. Blood splashed against the ground, and Charlie started screaming uncontrollably.
“Don’t be a baby,” Ivy said irritably.
“I’m not!” Charlie screeched. “You took my arm off!”
“Well, if you’re going to freak out so much, you can have it back.” She threw his arm and the hand hit him in the side of the head.
“Ow!”
“You should’ve been paying more attention to the flying objects around you. That was one of them. Now, you tell me where Anomaly is, or I’ll pull the other arm off too. Would you enjoy that? I know I would. Or you can just think of where she is, if you’re that pathetic. Can you do that?”
He looked like he might have glared, but he seemed to decide against it. He had probably figured that it wouldn’t be wise to glare at someone with the ability to pull an arm off. He eventually nodded. After a few seconds, after Ivy had read his thoughts, she did as well. “Thank you,” she said.
“Okay, so I told you, right? Or I told your thoughts? So can you let me go now?”
Ivy looked at him with her indigo eyes. “I wish I could, but…” She vanished and reappeared behind him. “I can’t.” With that, she kicked at his head, which flew off and disappeared into the distance.
Ivy started to walk away, then remembered the power of teleportation, and teleported to her house.
Once she was at her house again, she immediately started getting ready to kill Anomaly Despair. Not having to do much at all, aside from grabbing a knife, which was already a part of her daily routine, Ivy braced herself for what she was used to happening. She was used to hearing the fear in voices when people begged for her not to kill them, she was used to the shock on people’s faces, and she was used to hearing someone’s last few words and breaths.
Everyone was always scared. Ivy, on the other hand, was never scared. She wasn’t scared to kill Anomaly, just as the same with everyone else. In fact, Ivy couldn’t even remember the last time she had been scared. She frowned. If she was scared, how would she know? She didn’t even know the feeling anymore. She wondered if Anomaly was scared easily.
Ivy noticed that she was asking herself questions she wouldn’t normally ask. Why did she care about Anomaly? She was just another person Ivy had been hired to kill. So why was she asking questions? What was so special about Anomaly? Ivy just couldn’t get her head around it. It didn’t make any sense to her, but for some reason Ivy felt as though she had some sort of connection to Anomaly. She had no clue what it was, though, because she knew she had never met Anomaly Despair. But there was still that odd little feeling…
Ivy frowned again. How much time had she just spent thinking about these things? She thought, at the most, it was five minutes, but that was before she saw what time it was. It was an hour later than she thought. She had spent an entire hour thinking about someone she had never even met, someone she was simply going to kill, and Ivy became irritated with herself. She figured the sooner Anomaly was gone, the sooner these thoughts would disappear.
Ivy waited around her house for about 30 minutes, then decided to leave, because it was already getting dark. She walked out the door, but paused because she had just thought of something, but forgot it instantly. She figured it wasn’t anything of importance to her, then left the house, closing and locking the door behind her.
Ivy decided to just walk to Anomaly Despair’s house, because it wasn’t too far from her own. She had to duck in cover a few times, because she thought she might have been seen on her way over, but whoever she thought saw her just walked on, ignoring her. Ivy crept behind the bushes once she reached Anomaly’s neighbourhood.
Anomaly’s house was white with a pale green trim. Her yard looked nice. There was a silver car parked in the driveway. Ivy stood outside the house, debating what would be the best way to get in without making any noise. She saw the lights in the house flick off. She supposed that meant Anomaly was going to bed. It was about 10:00, after all. Ivy chose that the best way to get in was through a window.
Looking around the outside of the house, she saw several windows. There was one by the front door, and she assumed that was the living room window. That probably wouldn’t be the best choice. There were also a few large windows along the right side of the house, and there was a smaller one on the far left side. She chose to go in that one. She waited twenty minutes before doing anything. She crept over to the window. She glimpsed in it first, checking that no one was there. She saw a sink, a shower curtain, a toilet, but no people. It was the window to the bathroom. Suddenly reminded of the Beatles song “She Came in Through the Bathroom Window”, Ivy crawled through.
She crept silently through the dark house. Wandering in the dark was something Ivy did often, and it had been easy from the start, thanks to her magic. The walls were painted a greyish-blue, and had a few paintings on them. The floors were clean, and the house was quiet. Peering in the cracks of open doors, Ivy looked for any trace of someone being in the rooms. She couldn’t find anyone. She heard the floor creak behind her. In less than an instant she had whipped out her knife and turned around.
Anomaly Despair caught Ivy’s wrist, the knife only centimetres from her throat.
Ivy stared in disbelief. It was… impossible. How did Anomaly do that? And then a voice came, unwillingly, into Ivy’s head:
Why?
Suddenly Ivy felt a huge wave of energy and was sent flying backwards with so much force that the wall she hit cracked. Shocked at what had just happened, Ivy glanced up to see the look of surprise on Anomaly’s face. Anomaly hadn’t done anything on purpose – she looked just as stunned as Ivy did. It was probably because she had been flung into the wall behind her as well. Ivy looked down. She didn’t want Anomaly to see her face. If she did, she would be able to recognise her later on, because Ivy wasn’t finishing this tonight. She couldn’t. Something was wrong with what Anomaly had done, and it did something to Ivy.
Ivy stood up slowly, taking a quick glance to make sure Anomaly wasn’t going to make any sudden moves. After taking a deep breath, Ivy closed her eyes and disappeared.
Ivy reappeared in her bedroom. She had barely taken two steps before she collapsed on the ground, unconscious.
Ivy woke up face down on the floor, in one of the most uncomfortable positions she’d ever been in after being unconscious on the floor. It was also the only time she’d been unconscious on the floor, however, but it was uncomfortable nonetheless. She stood up, with some effort, and leaned against the wall.
Someone, for the first time, had escaped Ivy. Even worse, was the fact that Ivy had had to be the one to run. Ivy crossed her arms, sulking. She was seething with anger, because she knew that if that information got out, it would ruin her reputation. Not to mention what would happen if Mr Seeker heard about this before Ivy could stop Anomaly for good.
And the only way to stop Anomaly for good was to go after her again. The problem was, though, that Ivy didn’t want to go after her again. That single word that entered her head was messing with her thoughts. Ivy just didn’t get it. Why what? Anomaly could have been asking about anything. Ivy frowned. How did she even get the thought to enter Ivy’s mind? And what was the huge electric shock from? Ivy hadn’t caused any of those events to happen.
But… they did. Which meant that Anomaly had to be the one who did it. Ivy’s eyes widened.
Anomaly Despair was a Sorcerer. She had to be.
Ivy whipped out her phone to call Mr Seeker and tell him what she figured out.
CHAPTER THREE: SUSPICIONS AGAINST A CERTAIN EMPLOYER
Ivy sat at the same wooden table in the same beige room in the same dull building she had been at a few days ago and waited. She had been doing an awful lot of waiting lately. Far too much for her liking. Mr Seeker entered the room shortly after and sat down, across from Ivy. He kept his eyes down for a few moments, then spoke.
“It appears you’re right about Miss Despair,” he said.
“I know I am,” Ivy snapped. “Why didn’t she tell me I’d be going against a Sorcerer? This was the first time I ever had! I could have at least prepared myself!”
“I don’t know why Miss Bilious didn’t tell us. She should have.”
“You don’t need to tell me that. Tell it to Saturnine. She’s the one who should know.” Ivy swore under her breath about Saturnine. “I’m going to hurt her if she doesn’t do something about it.”
“No need to threaten her.”
“Actually, I find the complete need to threaten her. She threatened me by not being specific enough to mention the teeny tiny little detail that Anomaly was a Sorcerer. And I don’t appreciate being threatened. At all.”
“We will do something about her; don’t worry. Until we do, however, you must not show any signs of hostility. You have to act the way you did when you met her, which means laid-back and sarcastic. Understand?”
“Of course I do. I had already figured that was the thing to do.”
“Well then, that’s excellent.” Mr Seeker shifted in his seat slightly. There was a long silence before either one of them spoke. “So tell me: how did you figure out Miss Despair was a Sorcerer? You weren’t entirely clear about that.”
Ivy hesitated. When she spoke, she kept her eyes down. “She spoke to me. Not physically, but through my thoughts. But I didn’t let her. She just did. And then we were both sent crashing into the walls.”
“I see,” Mr Seeker nodded. “What did she say to you?”
Ivy had to lie. She didn’t quite understand why she felt like she had to, but she did. She looked up. “She said she was going to kill me. I understand why she said it, though, because I was breaking into her house and trying to assassinate her, after all. That seems like a reasonable thought to enter someone’s head at that moment. Saturnine, however,” Ivy said as her voice turned bitter, “didn’t have that right. She had no reason to whatsoever, unless she was working for someone who wanted me dead.”
Ivy paused. “Actually, now that I’ve said that out loud, it seems like a very likely possibility in this situation.”
“I agree,” Mr Seeker responded.
Ivy nodded. A thought suddenly stuck her. “How did she find out?”
Mr Seeker blinked. “I’m sorry?”
“How did Saturnine find out about me? I don’t even exist to most people. No one knows who I am. So how did she find out?”
“Ivy, this isn’t relevant to—“
“Yes it is.” Ivy looked at him. “I demand an answer.”
“I’ll tell you another time. You don’t need to know—“
“Actually, yes, I do. As you are well aware, my intelligence is extremely high, and with the information I could probably, and quite easily, track down whoever Saturnine is working for, and kill them.”
Mr Seeker finally seemed to be gaining some confidence, which was quite a task if it was against Ivy. “I’m not telling you. You cannot force me to, and I refuse to, so get over it, child.”
Ivy blurred and was suddenly shoving Mr Seeker into the wall. “What did you just say?” she snarled.
He looked shocked. “I said I refuse to tell you.”
“Not that,” Ivy spat. “Afterwards. What did you call me?”
Mr Seeker frowned, then looked slightly scared. “I apologise, Miss Animosity. Please forgive me.”
Ivy glared for what seemed like forever, then let go of Mr Seeker and headed for the door. “If you ever call me ‘child’ again, I will hurt you, and I won’t stop until you’re nearly dead, if I even stop at all. Good day.”
“Good day to you as well,” he responded as Ivy walked out the door, seething.
Ivy wandered through the halls silently, and a slight curiosity occurred to her. She had never actually seen any of the rooms she was walking past. She stopped and peered into the doorway of the room closest to her. She tilted her head. There were papers spread out across the gigantic table in the centre of the room. There was a fat man who looked as if he had been searching through them, but now he was draped half-way over the desk, sleeping silently and unmoving. The papers were just scattered. She looked closer. Was that blood on a few of them?
Ivy quietly crept into the room, making sure not to make any noise that could wake the fat man. She went to the man’s left, to look at the blood-stained sheets of paper. Ivy picked on up, then frowned. The blood seemed to be in a trail to the fat man. Very carefully, Ivy lifted the fat man’s face off the desk. She glanced at it.
Ivy clamped a hand over her mouth and stifled back a scream. She dropped the man’s corpse immediately. She may have been a murderer, but she had never done that to anyone before. Hesitantly, she looked at him again.
His face had been torn completely off. There was blood dripping off his skull, and his eyes were hanging loosely out of their sockets, but there was no flesh. It looked as though it had all been pulled off at once. His throat was slashed, but that wasn’t all. He had a gaping hole in his neck, as if someone had just shoved their hand in his throat, grabbed a handful of it, and pulled their hand out again. Ivy could barely keep herself from vomiting.
Ivy turned to leave when she heard footsteps approaching the door. Panicking, she hid behind the curtains and made herself invisible just as a man angrily barged into the room. A woman calmly followed the man in.
Ivy looked down where her hand should have been. Satisfied that it was completely invisible, she cautiously stuck her head out from behind the curtain. She was slightly shocked that the angry man had been Mr Seeker. He abruptly paused when he saw the fat man’s corpse and the blood scattered on the papers. He turned to the woman, who had been turned around to face the door.
“Has she been in here?” Seeker asked. “Ever?”
“So it seems. She’s quite the interested person. I thoroughly believe it was her.” Ivy was stunned when the woman turned around. Saturnine, Ivy angrily thought to herself.
“She did seem pretty damn angry when she left. I mean, she shoved me into the wall and got pretty pissed at me for calling her a child.”
Ivy’s curiosity flared when she realised that they were talking about her. She listened even more intently than before, being certain that she would catch every last word they said.
“Then I am certain it was her. She easily could have killed him,” Saturnine said. Ivy blinked in surprise, but her surprise was quickly replaced by anger. She was being blamed for the corpse lying on the table, even though it wasn’t because of her. Granted, she was a reasonable person to be suspicious of, but this? She wouldn’t do that. Unless, of course, it was to Saturnine.
“I’m not too sure,” Seeker said, thinking. “I mean, yes, she’s a twisted psychopathic murderer, and yes, she’s insane, but she’s still just a kid. Why would she do that?”
“And why would she kill people for a living? Why would she live on her own, rather than with her family? So the question now becomes, why wouldn’t she kill this man? Why wouldn’t she kill us all? You can’t trust her. The only person you can trust is me.”
“Ivy Animosity doesn’t trust you.”
Saturnine blinked a few times. She spoke slowly, but her words were edged with anger. “And how do you know this?”
“Because she was here a mere ten minutes or so before you left. She came to me, and complained about Despair being a Sorcerer.”
“How does she know she’s a Sorcerer?” asked Saturnine, who looked completely stunned.
“Well, God, she isn’t an idiot and you know it. Ivy’s smart. In fact, she’s really smart. Probably too smart for us to even be discussing this. She could easily hear word from this conversation. When you sent her after Despair, she couldn’t kill her because of an electric shock that sent her flying into the wall, and because she was unsettled by Despair speaking to her with her own magic. Ivy left. And how else would someone get into Ivy’s head? The only answer is magic.”
Saturnine narrowed her eyes and was silent for a moment. When she finally spoke, her words sounded confident. “We kill her then.”
Seeker frowned. “Anomaly Despair?”
“No, no, no.”
“Well, who then?”
“Ivy Animosity, of course.”
His face seemed to slacken slightly. “We can’t. It’s impossible.”
“It’s impossible for one of us to kill her, perhaps, but not other people.”
“What do you mean?”
“If we hire Ivy to kill someone close to Anomaly, she’ll go after Ivy for sure. And Anomaly probably could kill Ivy. If not, we’re in trouble, but I believe she can. She’s older, you know? She has more practice.”
“While I agree with your reasoning, and I like your plan, I must remind you that we’re still talking about Ivy Animosity. She is not an easy person to get rid of, I assure you.”
Ivy nodded in agreement to Mr Seeker’s comment. She put her hands up to her face quickly. She had to sneeze. She couldn’t help it; not really. Even with magic, even though she was invisible, she had no power to prevent her from sneezing. She hoped to God she could manage to stay quiet for a little bit longer.
“And I know that,” Saturnine said. “But I think that Anomaly may be even harder to kill. She scared Ivy off without even trying. To be honest, I think that the whole scary thing is just an act.”
Ivy’s hatred towards Saturnine increased with every split second that passed.
“An act?” Seeker argued. “An act? Do you consider committing murderous atrocities as merely an act? Because I don’t. Ivy’s a killer. And killers don’t tend to be cuddly. They’re scary. That’s who they are.”
Saturnine was silent for a few seconds. “Well,” she started, “I could always convince—“
Ivy sneezed. It wasn’t even loud, but it certainly shut Mr Seeker and Saturnine up. They both stared at the curtain Ivy was behind.
“Ivy?” Mr Seeker said, uncertain.
Ivy tilted her head, wondering how they could instantly tell it was her, then looked down at her hand. It was transparent, but that meant the invisibility was wearing off. They could probably see her face. She stepped out from behind the curtain, making herself completely visible.
“I’m going to get you, Saturnine,” Ivy said, glaring. “And don’t doubt that I’ll find you. It’ll be simple. So have fun being alive. It may not last for too much longer.”
Ivy began to walk out of the room. She thought she heard something, but she dismissed it as nothing. Then she heard Saturnine’s thought:
I’m going to kill her first.
Ivy dodged to the side as a knife flew past her. She whirled around, just in time to see Saturnine’s fist coming towards her. Ivy ducked underneath it, then threw a fist of her own into Saturnine’s stomach. Saturnine was sent stumbling backwards, and only barely managed to block the kick about to lash into her face.
Saturnine grabbed Ivy’s foot as it was going down and used it to throw Ivy down to the floor. She cried out as Ivy dragged her down with her. Ivy was up first, and she kicked Saturnine in the ribs. She suddenly remembered the usefulness of magic, then bent down and clapped both hands on Saturnine’s head. A burst of dark blue energy crackled from Ivy’s hands and the full force of the attack was in Saturnine’s head.
Saturnine screamed. Ivy used even more energy. She felt hands on her arms and she was yanked off of Saturnine. Ivy spun around to see who had grabbed her. It was Mr Seeker, and he pushed Ivy away from him as fast as possible.
Ivy punched him in the face and he went down, practically unconscious. What a wimp.
She turned back to Saturnine, who was now unconscious from enduring so much pain, and was about to claw her throat open when a shout come from the hall. Ivy stopped moving as someone burst in the door.
“Ivy!” Anomaly Despair shouted as she ran over. “Don’t!”
Ivy was so stunned she couldn’t move. She just stared at Anomaly, trying to make sense of the situation.
“Please, Ivy, don’t,” Anomaly continued, although she wasn’t running or shouting anymore. She was a few steps away from Ivy. “Thank you for not killing her.”
Ivy finally got the courage to speak. “I never said I wasn’t going to.”
“Well then, I ask that you please listen to what I have to say. I don’t think that you need to do this.”
Ivy’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean? She betrayed me, and she even hired me to kill you. You have no reason whatsoever to let her live.”
“Ivy—“ Anomaly started, but Ivy cut her off.
“How the hell do you even know who I am?”
“Well, there’s only one girl I know of as pale as you with black hair and indigo eyes. Those are quite some identifying features. As for how I knew you were going to be here, I saw you walk in because I was waiting around for you. I knew that if you encountered someone who you didn’t end up killing, you would obviously come here.”
Ivy didn’t respond.
“As I was going to say, you don’t need to kill her. You can let her live, Ivy. Have you ever thought of that? For all we know, she might have a family to go to, and she might have people she loves and they love her. Imagine how hard it is to lose someone like that. It wouldn’t even be that that person had died, but that they had been murdered. That makes it even harder.”
Ivy looked up at Anomaly in silence for what seemed like forever, then vanished.
She reappeared at her house. Ivy slowly walked into her bedroom. She lay down on her bed and, very quietly, whispered to herself, “I know how that feels.”
That's all I've written so far...
DEREK TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF IT!!!
Hello people
Hello
READ MY STORY
did you cahnge your pic?
Yep. I took that photo earlier. Well, yesterday, I suppose, because it's past midnight...
wow valkyrie thats really good
Thanks :) I've been writing that for a while...
the story
yer its amazing
hang on
*smiles* Thanks again.
im reading it, so bye for a while
while im reading, il put my own story on
Cool story, Nobody.
just a prolouge
im up to page 7 out of 20 on your story
Awesome.
Okay, I just finished watching the last episode of Torchwood Miracle Day, and I was crying and crying and crying and then screaming and thinking 'Oh sh*t oh sh*t oh sh*t' and then I was crying really super double hard cause my fav character died and now I can't stop laughing.
OH MY F*CKING GOLDEN GOD IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*arches an eyebrow* Welcome back, Sparky.
It was awesome.
You'd like it.
Especially Jack. He can't die. But he doesn't like it when you kill him.
*shrugs*
that's an awesome story. i got to go, but i'll see you another time
And it's super gory.
Thanks, and bye Nobody!
And my fav character got f*cking shot. This evil dude turns and says:
'Well this might stop you.'
AND F*CKING SHOOTS MY FAV CHARACTER!!!!
ENOUGH OF THE FAKE SWEARING!
FIRST!
FIRST!
FIRST!
FIRST!
FIRST!
FIRST!
FIRST!
FIRST
No slow mo, no pause NOT LIKE EVERY SINGLE OTHER TIME SOMEONE HOLDS A GUN UP TO SOMEONE ELSE IN THE SERIES. Just turn and bam.
IT F*CKING SCARED ME. AND THEM THEY F*CKING DIED!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm sorry about the swearing, but I'm F*CKING FREAKING OUT MAN!!!!
*hyperventaltes*
Okay. I'm done.
And you would love it Val, it's a spin-off of Doctor Who, with more blood, guts, gore and other swear worthy things.
I dedicate this page to Derek, to Sparky, to the snow, and to my story.
Derek- Because he's Derek. Is a reason needed?
Sparky- For dedicating it to me.
The Snow- It's preventing me from going to school! Whoo hoo!
My Story- It's posted n the last page, or at http://isabellasfanfic.blospot.com/
YOU SHALL ALL READ IT!!!
*on
Thanks Val.
Danke.
Uhh... I may leave, and then come back again, K?
*looks at the clock* Dang... I should be asleep...
*checks time in Seattle*
Yes. Yes you should.
I'll go to sleep for a few hours, then come back.
BYE!
Well, I'll be asleep when you come back.
Night Val.
Well, I'm going to sleep.
Check out my book on the kindle store 'The Alien Teacher'
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Does anyone have an idea on what the next trilogy is going to be about? I have three: Either Darquesse, the Kenny issue, or the Roarhaven thing.
Hi Deylan. You still on?
Is anyone on?
what roarhaven thing
There is two things i want to know about Skulduggery Pleasant...
1. What did he look like when he was human?
2. Would he feel upset whenever he looks in the mirror and see's himself as a skeleton, when he knows he could be looking like a normal person?
Idk, food for thought.
I have no idea - not even any theories - what the final trilogy will be about! I just want book seven, even if it's nothing but 100,000 words of Kenny interviewing the head of Scapegrace.
*taps fingers impatiently, checks the calendar, notices it's not September yet, sighs*
(Well, actually, I'd expect it to have something about Darquesse in it. And Kenny. I'd want some Val/Skul in there, too, but I'm trying to be reasonable in my expectations and not actually expect it to happen.)
Very annoying indeed, Mr Landy.
Also, Hello!
HI
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?????Anyone on?????
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Hey Derek... COME ON YOUR BLOG PLEASE!!!
*looks outside* *panics* NO! IT'S RAINING! THAT MELTS THE SNOW! NOOOOOOOOO!
WHY IS THERE NO ONE HERE?
I like the window. It's kinda cute.
U still on????
Hello?? Yes Derek, this is still VERY annoying but at least it's better!
Alone...
I'm back
Hey Val! Long time no see! Nice pic, BTW!
Thanks! I took that picture yesterday because I thought the snow would look cool, and I was bored of my old picture :)
How are you?
Good, I'm happier now we can comment like this but it's still a little strange. The snow is a nice touch! ;)
Maybe I should change my pick to me in my hat... *strokes chin thoughtfully*
I haven't had to go to school all week because there was 8 inches of snow... *does a victory dance* IN YOUR FACE, SCHOOL! HA!
Oh, I've had to. We got a load of rain though which flooded some of our school. It was funny to watch the year 7's trying not to get wet. *laughs evilly at mental image*
How old are year 7's?
11 and 12. It was so funny! They were all squealing and shouting 'Get out of my way!' and one boy fell and landed in a puddle! He was soaked!
Hahaha, sucks for him XD
In that case, I think I would be year eight, if that's 12-13ish.
Val? Are you in the Straight Jackets? It's not letting me comment on the posts... Could you suggest this (if you are on it) for the motto? Rabies Sceptrum , Nos Postulo Vos Haud Diutius Sanitas! It means - Madness Rules, We Need You No Longer Sanity! I don't know why it won't let me comment!
Yeah, you'd be year 8. I'm in 10...
I can email the motto to Sparky... And I made my position or whatever for the Straight Jackets so ridiculously long that I don't even know what it is XD
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