Blood is the revolution

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If it had been anyone else, they would have gotten the shit kicked out of them at every opportunity, mocked and teased and become a social pariah but no, not him. The point was, he could get away with it. He could wear leather, the tightest jeans in the world, boots, nothing at all and the reaction would always be the same from everyone. They would sit up and take notice. They wouldn’t give snide comments, they wouldn’t laugh and make jokes, and they wouldn’t do anything except look, laugh with him and possibly even share a wink or two with those around them. He could wear make-up, sing the most ridiculous pop songs and the point was, was it so shocking he thought nothing could ever touch him? He could do it right in the middle of the great hall and get away with it.

He’s Sirius Black, for crying out loud. No one would ever dream of it, or you’d have Potter on your tail. Of course, never saw Potter ever doing it either, but then everything recently has been nothing but a surprise. That’s what they say about life, isn’t it? That life’s a surprise.

The point was, he could get away with it, him and Potter both actually. And it had all happened over this stupid dare.

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Let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding and someone yells to start the count down. The crowd counts them in, from the slight, soft only-lips-touching kiss of 55-54-53, to the slightly frantic teeth-knocking-together-but-don’t-give-a-shit 46-45-43, to the soft moan when tongues are definitely being used at 30-29-28, to hands in hair that look like they’re going to rip it out of 19-18-17, to not looking like they’re going to stop any time soon at 6-5-4.

The minute mark hits and they’re still going. It gets to minus five before Sirius pulls off, both boys flushed but grinning. Sirius flashes the Sirius-Black-Smile at the crowd, “Thought I’d give you guys some bonus time, as I was late.” He pulls away from the table and makes a bow, he's laughing as it then becomes infectious. Half the place is roaring.

Joining the legions and showing my handwriting.

No, I can't write in a straight line.

I shouldn't get nostalgic but....I had forgotten about Armand Pancakes.

I NEED LESS FUCKING DRAMA.

I'm drunk on the words you put to our music
And shooting lyrics into my veins was just a waste
The notes have split my tongue into this poison
And I'm clawing from the walls to get a taste.

I'm the queen of screaming deep outside my head
And I'm fucked up every way from north to south
Venom splashed down and broke your innocence
Babes are not what I would call this filthy mouth

He's a whore from backstreets with bad ideas
She's a tarted up performer with a gun
You know she prostitutes her lies for an once of dust
And he's plunging needles just to have a little fun

She's a highclass hooker with her legs spread on the bed
She's a good girl, blind girl, art girl on the side
He's on his knees on every stage from east to west
And it's his self worth he's putting to the test

Now I'm the one with my bright red lingerie packs
And I've got scuffed up knees that show when I sit
A cerulean suicide pact from which you can't come back
Welcome to my life of Nancy and Sid.

It's only a mere fiction,
your addiction to the friction
as your curse your own conviction
An infliction of my prediction

when you're asking for salvation
as they question dedication
like a plague across the nation,
disease and inflamation

Like a darkness in the street ends
like a breeze that would only cleanse
Like a long forgotten best friend
Spinning stories in the deep end

You're just an inventory
Of a long forgotten story
In the land of hope and glory
Trying to whisper that you're sorry

Like a heart that's gone awry
Like maybe we thought we could fly
Blood red clouds to now fill that sky
And I know the end is here nigh

All that's left here is the mission
A long broken condition
Just another supposition
Did we make the right decision?

Now we float into the abyss
Now we know there's something amiss
Try and try just to dismiss
searching for a way to the bliss

Starving hearts are bleeding deep red
With affection, longs to be fed
An addiction has now fled
And without it, we are just dead.

Tip, it's supposed to said fast.

Oddly beautiful and pearl white, it bends and molds to the shape of the fingers that destroy the mellow bliss of of the little bubbles that blast themselves into oblivion without heed, let alone the silver rimmed lengths that sink below them. They stalk the warm patched liquid, more viscous by the taste of pink that had been introduced at conception. Red would have been better.

Alice Cooper - Poison
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I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I dont wanna break these chains

3 Doors Down - The Road I'm On
lyrics listen

But what you thought was real in life
Oh, it somehow steer you wrong
And now you just keep trying and trying to find out where you belong

Nickelback - Someday
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I wish you'd unclench your fists
And unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
Dont think its too late

Nickelback - How You Remind Me
lyrics listen

I've been wrong, I've been down
To the bottom of every bottle
Despite words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"

Robbie Williams - No Regrets
lyrics listen

Everything I wanted to be every time I walked away
Everytime you told me to leave I just wanted to stay
Every time you looked at me and everytime you smiled
I felt so vacant you treat me like a child

Vertical Horizon - I'm Still Here
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Remember how you used to say
I'd be the one to run away
But I'm still here

Maybe tonight it's gonna be alright
I will get better
Maybe today it's gonna be okay
I will remember

Shinedown - 45
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Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed

Ash - Starcrossed
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You look here just like an angel sleeping
I wish I could ease your fears
I would catch the diamond tears you're weeping.

Breaking Benjamin - So Cold
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Breaking Benjamin - Blow Me Away
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Bran Van 3000 - Drinking In L.A.
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Amanda Ghost - Filthy Mind
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your lips are filled with this poison...

I held the pieces of my soul
I was shattered and I wanted you to come and make me whole
When I saw you yesterday
But you didn't notice
And you just walked away
- I'm Still Here by Vertical Horizon

Who would sell their soul for love?
Should be easy enough
To know a heartache in disguise
But if it's only tears and pain
Isn't it still worth the cost?
- That Kind of Love by Alison Krauss

Send away for a perfect world
In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings, no one knows
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
- 45, by Shinedown

we haven't seen the sun for weeks
too long too far from home
I feel just like I'm sinking
and I claw for solid ground
- Full of Grace by Sarah McLachlan

I walk a lonely road
The only one I that have ever known
Don't know were it goes
But its home and I walk alone
'Blvd of Broken Dreams' by Greenday

Here in the darkness
Oh there's so many shades
Shadows burn like faded flames
And die into the night, ooh and fly
Up so high, ooh
Are you a ghost?
- "Are you a ghost" by B*Witched

Breaking down never seems to be that hard
Falling short is always in the cards
I'm on the road, sunrise is at my back
Lost it all somewhere between the cracks
- All That I'm Allowed by Elton John

I'd take back those words that hurt you and you'd stay
I don't know why I did the things I did
I don't know why I said the things I said
Pride's like a knife it can cut deep inside
Words are like weapons they wound sometimes.
I didn't really mean to hurt you
- If I could turn back time by Cher

Well i don't think i care
And if i hurt you
Then i'm sorry
Please don't think that this was easy
Then you bring me home
Cuz we both know what it's like to be alone
- "Konstantine" by Something Corperate

All they gave me was this ticket to heaven
But that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that you make
Now I’m restless and I’m running from everything,
I’m running from everything,
I’m afraid it’s a little too late
- "Ticket to Heaven" by Three Doors Down

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
- wake me when september ends by green day

The stars will cry the blackest tears tonight
This is the moment that I live for
I can smell the ocean air
And here I am
Pouring my heart on to these rooftops
- Anthem of Our Dying Day by Story of the Year

And I will I'll stand beside you
In hopes you'll be fine some day soon
You gave your life to me
Return the favor to you
This I promise you
- Ballad Of Why by Last Week

Love changes everything
Hands and faces, earth and sky
Love, love changes everything
How you live and how you die
Love, can make the summer fly
Or a night seem like a lifetime
- Love changes everything by Michael Ball

All the world is waiting for the sun.
Is it you I want
Or just the notion of a heart to wrap around so I can find my way around
Safe to say from here
Your getting closer now
We are never sad cause we are not allowed to be
- Rain by Breaking Benjamin

If I told you it was all meant to be,
Would you believe me
Would you agree
It's almost that feeling that we met before
A MOMENT LIKE THIS (Kelly Clarkson)

Hearing your name
Just turns my heart to flame now darling
Why don’t you come?
I’m standing here
I’m yours my dear
Oh how can I get to you?
- "My Love Is Your Love" by MUD

Burn these words from our lips
As 'The Dagger' screams "Love is dead,"
and it's a "newspaper tragedy."
Have we lost what we love?
Have we said everything?
Does it change anything?
- THURSDAY "Jet Black New Year"

There is no future left at all
I used to think
Open up, begin again
Let's go down the waterfall
Think about the good times
Never look back
- "I Might Be Wrong" by RadioHead

And broken hearts
These words replace my tears each letter
A pound of hatred but they quickly fade away
As I glance in your direction
I'll choke on them
Your razors, my wrists, my tears, your kiss.
- KEEPSAKE "Paper Cuts And Broken Hearts"

I feel my wings are broken in your hands
I feel the words unspoken inside pull you under
I would give you anything you want
You were al l I wanted
All my dreams are fallen down

When I say the break of day
I wish that I could fly away
'stead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops as they land
My heart is drenched in wine
You'll be on my mind forever
- Norah Jones 'Don't Know Why'

In summer we can taste the rain
I want you to be free
Don't worry about me
And just like the movies
We play out our last scene
- Alien Ant Farm 'Movies'

Watching every motion in this foolish lover's game
Haunted by the notion somewhere there's a love in flames
Turning and returning to some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion as you turn my way and say
Take my breath away
- Berlin 'Take My Breath Away'

Theres a killer in me hopin', hope that you're the one
But you always run away when I come around
I don't mind
Dare I track you down and terrify
Pain, I can't sleep
- Four Star Mary 'Pain'

You're frozen, when you're hearts not open
You so consumed with how much you get
You waste you're time with hate and regret
You're broken, when you're hearts not open
If I could melt your heart
We'd never be apart.
- Madonna 'Frozen'

How can I think I'm standing strong
Yet feel the air beneath my feet
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?
How can you let me watch you sleep
Then break my dreams the way you do.
- Katie Melua 'Closest Thing To Crazy'

Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows
Only time
And who can say if your love grows
As you're heart shows
Only time
- Enya 'Only Time'

More than angry words, I hate this silence
It's getting so loud
Well, I want to scream
But bitterness has sielnced these emotions
It's getting hard to breathe
So tell me, isn't happiness worth more than a gold and diamond ring?
I'm willing to do anything to calm the storm in my heart
- "Hold me" Savage Garden

And if you only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right.
'Cause we'll never be wrong
Together we can take it to the end of the night
You're love is like a shadow on me all of the time.
- Bonnie Tyler "Total Eclipse of the Heart"

I live, I breathe, I let it rain on me
I sleep, I wake, I try hard not to break
I crave, I love, I've waited long enough
I try as hard as I can
Am I not pretty enough? Is my heart too broken
Do I cry too much? Am I too outspoken
- Kasey Chambers 'Not Pretty Enough'

1978.

The year will be the year of the phoenix as forty new students hit the wizarding world by storm. Some will try to save it, some will try to conquer it and some will just try to hide. But as the Ministry struggles and more die, hiding is no longer an option.
The Order of the Phoenix, headed by Albus Dumbledore, are the only ones holding the light against Voldermort and his Death Eaters' darkness. So now the Order is recruiting what may be their most important members but remember this:

In a war, anything can happen.

+ join here +

OPENS SEPTEMBER 1st.

James. Peter. Lily. Remus. Sirius. Narcissa. Bellatrix.

And many more!

Breaking down never seems to be that hard
Falling short is always in the cards
I'm on the road, sunrise is at my back
Lost it all somewhere between the cracks

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It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken for handing you a heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong, i've been down, to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head scream "are we having fun yet?"

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I'd take back those words that hurt you and you'd stay
I don't know why I did the things I did
I don't know why I said the things I said
Pride's like a knife it can cut deep inside
Words are like weapons they wound sometimes.
I didn't really mean to hurt you

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well I tried to write a special song
a love song just for you
to explain the way you make me feel inside
though the meaning may be simple
and the words may not be new
I couldnt make it better if I tried

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Rain falling down
Another minute passes by
I wait for you
But this time I won't cry

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A new religion that'll bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please.
Every word of every song that he sang was for you.
In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon,
What could you do?

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Still anticipating love
Never hesitating
To become the fated ones
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside

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All of your fears cast them on me
I just want you to see
I'll be your cloud up in the sky
I'll be your shoulder when you cry
I'll hear your voices when you're calling
I am your angel

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Is this the real life
Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes

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Here in the darkness
Oh there`s so many shades
Shadows burn like faded flames
And die into the night, ooh and fly
Up so high

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I still remember every whispered word
The touch of your skin, giving life from within
Like a love song that I've heard
Slipping through our fingers, like the sands of time
Promises made, every memory saved
Has reflections in my mind

Lonely Souls

In the darkness comes the lonely voice
Of a million souls dying
Crying
I've been come and gone and here I am
For all that I remember
But I've already forgotten
If you rememmber
The lights gone down and the sun has set
The phoenix has risen, the snake has shed
I no longer remember
If it mattered.

Wyatt orbed into his bedroom, laying down Excalibur on the floor, still ripe with blood and his ears still wringing with screams and the sound of punctured flesh. He went inside the en suite bathroom at his grandpa's, sliding out of his blood stained suit, unbuttoning his once white shirt and shrugging his pants on to the floor in a bloody heap. He strips his shoes and turns the nob on the shower, slipping into the stream of luke warm water, he pushed his fair hair back out of his eyes, letting the water trickle down his back, washing away the stains that had spattered on him during the violent massacre.

He pushed his head back, letting the water run down his face, like a cleansing ritual, washing with them the tears that came suddenly and his body wracked with sobs, and he knew there was no one else was even in the house. Not yet, anyway. He struggled for breath, letting the tense emotions go as he kicks in the wall because it was easier than dealing them. Wyatt watches as the blood tinted water slides down the drain, clearing the evidence.

He stood in the cooling water for several minutes, till the sobs and hitting subsided and he finished the shower, wiping his body like it would come off. He picks up the shirt and pants, fireballing them and they disintegrate into dust. He splashed some water on the sink up on to his face, catching himself in the mirror when he was done, taking a moment and he didn't know which part of what he was seeing was more disturbing: the frightened child or the psychotic killer.

Then the moment was over and he had things to clean.

"How are you doing?"

Wyatt looked around, unsuprised to find his father standing there. The
cold November wind blew hard and his hair was flying to one side, as
they were fairly high up. His eyes were red, much like Wyatts own. it
wasn't unsurprising. His mother had died only a few days ago.

"Fantastic, Dad." His voice was hoarse.

They were both still in suits from the funeral, but after the funeral,
he'd had to get out of there. He wasn't claustrphobic, but it still
felt as if every bit of the manor smelt like her, felt like her and it
was a constant reminder that she wasn't coming back. He'd orbed out to
get a little privacy.

"Under the circumstances."

He wiped his his eyes, he wasn't about to cry in front of him. He was
so much stronger than that and it wasn't wrong that he wanted a little
privacy to grieve. Ironic, that the person he wanted to go to now, was
the only person he couldn't have.

Wyatt breathed, "Didn't get the hint, did you? I want some alone time."

"You're upset, I understand." Leo says. "I'm just here if you need to
talk or anything."

"Mom's dead, I got attacked, Chris got hurt and I'm meant to be okay."
Wyatt said.

Leo put his hand on shoulder, "No, you don't."

"If I'm not, who's gonna be?" Wyatt says. "Aunt Paige and Aunt Phoebe
are sad too and you're never here any more. So please leave me alone."

"Just...be careful."

"Sure. " Wyatt says. "Two funerals and one birthday in the same seven
days is an overload."

"You shouldn't think like that."

"Why not?" Wyatt shrugs. "All about power, Dad. They have it, we
don't. Just a matter of time, really."

"Wyatt-"

"Just *leave* Dad." Wyatt said. "Got more than one kid you know."

"At least put the shield up."

"Go!" Wyatt shouts at him, leaning back and shaking head as the bright
orbs left. He looked down at the cars below, letting the tears roll
down on to them before they suddenly stopped, like he'd froze them. He
tried to unfreeze them.

"You didn't do that." A male voice came from behind him we to. "We did."

Wyatt turned to see a man and woman, in black. "We heard what you
said." She said.

The man grinned, "And we've got an offer we think you might be interested in."

Forceshield (from the womb)
Orbing (from the womb)
Healing (from the womb)
Telekinetic Orbing (4 Months)
Thought Projection & Paritcle Manipualtion (6 months)
Telekinesis (8 months)
Orb Manipulation (9 months)
Chrono-Telekinesis (20 months)
Freezing (30 months)
Psychokinesis (3 years)
Sensing (4 years)
Regeneration (7 years)
Astral Projection (10 years)
Fire Throwing (11 years)
Energy Balls (12 years)
Electricity Generation (15 years)
Energy Absorbtion (23 years)

Wyatt Matthew Halliwell was born on 22nd February 2003, at Halliwell Manor (1329 Prescott Street).

His parents names were Piper Halliwell and Leo Wyatt.

He was the first born in the next generation of the Halliwell line.

He has several powers. more?

His first vanquish was at 6 months old.

His first word was Mama and his second was Dada.

He learned to walk at 18 months old.

When he went to school for the first time, he had trouble connecting with other people as he's just not used to mixing with non-magical people and ever really adapted to that.

He attempted to heal Piper when she was sick but was unable to. He's always blamed himself for not having the power or the emotion but at the time took it out on the elders.

After Pipers funeral, he went over to the Golden Gate bridge and was by the avatars. Believing he was needed, he turned them down.

But later on when he was dealing with the aftermath of killing the elders, he took the invitation, later to leave so as not to be controlled by collective.

He killed his girlfriend when he was sixteen causing him to lose interest in most mortal things.

Bianca lay back on the couch in the apartment, more specifically on
Chris as they watched her favourite movie 'Reservoir Dogs'. She's just
content to lie there ad have her hair stroked and just relax.

"Bianca?"

She didn't want to talk today, she didn't feel like it. "Hm?"

"You're quiet."

She nods, shutting her eyes. "Just happy."

"We won't be for long," Chris said to her, his hand resting on her.
"With whats going to happen."

Bianca shakes her head. She knows what he's talking about but she
doesn't want to hear it. "I don't want to talk about it."

"When I go."

It was out an she still didn't want to think about it. She turned back
to the movie, but the screen hadn't moved. She didn't even know what
scene it was on. "Not now, baby, please."

"I mean, how am I going to get the book?"

"Chris!" She says. "It's been so nice. Why spoil it?"

"What about the museum?"

Bianca sighs. "It's public, isn't it?"

"I mean, who knows when I'll get back."

"You know when." Bianca says. "Don't make me talk about this." She
looked back to television, which was still on the screen. In fact,
nothing seemed to be moving, except for her. And she felt almost
restrained.

"Why the book?" HE says "Why risk it?"

Bianca shook her head, staring at him tapping his hands. Chris doesn't
tap his hands like that. "For the spell, you know that. We talked
about this."

"Then we should talk about it again," Chris tells her. "From the start."

Bianca shook her head, backing off the sofa, "No, you wouldn't."

"Bianca, we're not playing games."

Bianca gets up, but she's struggling. She sudden;y feels exhausted,
like she hasn't slept in forever. "Somethings wrong."

"This isn't funny," He says. He's still tapping. Chris doesn't do that!

"It's not real, is it?" She says, softly. Theres a desperation in her
voice for it to be real, and a paheticness that comes with knowing
it's not.

"Stop it," Chris says, but still unmoving. He hasn't moved.

"Theres nothing here," She says, starting to panic and breathe heavy.
She tries to energy ball the television, sick of the scene that
doesn't exist and nothing happens. "You're not real."

"Bianca," The tone is harsh. He doesn't talk to her like that. Not
when she hasn't done anything wrong.

"You're not real!" She screams at him, throwing the stool at him. Her
voice wavers slightly, raw anger at the fact she's alone and sadness
because she wants to bleieve it's real so badly. "You're not real..."
She sobs, as what should have been a nasty hit from a stool causes the
image to haze, and she's back in the lower levels, back in the
interrogation room and she's still whispering 'You're not real' over
and over when she's put back in her cell.

My Only Smile

If you take away my only smile,
I may cry for a while,
I may scream or yell or fight,
Trying to remember to be alright,
For if you take my smile away,
I might not live another day

Haunted

We are born running and never seem to stop.

The wind howls and the rain hammers as it plays with our hair and the twigs below bruise our bloody ankles and no amount of water can wash away the tears of pain that are poured so relentlessly but still we continue to run.

We are wild animals, caged in our prisons of glass as we go through our lives, looking through our window and never really touching anything but the surface.

We long to be free; to break the glass of protection and to feel but in that second, the rain of tears crashes around us and continues to pour.

All we can do is to start running again, from ourselves and from everyone and everything around us that we can no longer understand.

Lifes twists and turns scar us while endless age carries us through. Our legs failing and our fingers blistered from the acid tears we try so in vain to wipe away. but still, our bruised and battered heart searches on.

So for tonight, in kive, we are still. We are nothing and everything as the clocks run on in a world so beyond us. We are statues in the fabric of time and space as the universe rises and falls behind us and life and death elude us for we are the lucky few that have made it here.

In that moment of silence, when our hearts swell and nothing and we ouselves become nothing, yet we are everything as we have become one. We live through the dark wildrness, protectd by a love that is so beautiful and strong, yet so fragile. It helps us leave before we are drown in our haunted lives and strengthens our hope an faith nd it will make us free.

We are no longer haunted by everything that would soon become nothing.

Until then, we are forced on our journey forward once more and time reliquishes it's hold on us and we are forced to run.

Too Many Questions

If you mean nothing by what you say,
Does that mean that what you say is what you mean?
If your cry when your happiest,
Does that mean that you are happiest when you cry?
If your relationship is just a bit of fun,
Does it mean that love is just a game?
If your life is a challenge,
What are the rules?
If birth is a celebration,
Does that mean that celebration is a birth?
If you respect others,
Then do they respect you?
If your feeling mean someone harm,
Does that mean that someone harms your feelings?
If technology is the future,
Is the way forward technology?
If wars are fought for your king,
Does that mean that king will fight your wars?
Perhaps I ask too many questions.

The Snowman

He stands alone,

A solitary figure in a sea of white.

He'll chill you,

Yet warm you,

Like innocence remembered,

But lost.

His clothes are nothing fancy,

Dark, Torn, Tattered.

No life courses through him.

Yet he gives life,

To the smile of his maker,

Who's been gone since darkness fell.

His black eyes hold no emotion,

But his body can freeze you,

As you plump him like a Turkey for Christmas Day.

The Blaze arises in the sky,

But the brightness does not hurt his eyes.

And as he fades away,

His stoney smile drops,

And he becomes just a memory.

Bianca was lying in her bed, safe, warm and with her fiance's arms
around her. She sighed contently, perfectly happy to just lie there.
Everything was quiet and she was comfortable. She turned over, just to
feel him, to reassure herself that everything was fine and her arms
were pulled. He was pulling her arms?

Bianca was brought back to reality with a jerk. Guard demons. She
wasn't at home. Chris was gone. And she was being interrogated. She
felt herself pulled back into the chair again, and she lay back again.
She heard the door shut and for once, it was almost instantaneous.
Normally she was kept waiting. Joy.

But there was something wrong with the picture. She couldn't see him
and she began to feel a little threatened. She tried to look around,
but her view was restricted. She could count at least three demons in
the room, upper level most likely, indicated by the markings. And she
was unarmed, tired and tied down. This didn't look good.

She lay back and tried to look determined. She'd done okay, so far.
She'd held her own and hadn't, for the most part, shown it was getting
to her. Because it wasn't. Yeah, right.

Again, there was a prick in her arm and yet more of that stupid truth
serum was pushed in. She didn't look - the sound of it ripping into
her was enough. She clenched her teeth. She was tired. She wanted to
be back in the dream with the warm bed, the loving fiance and where
there was no one to hurt her anymore. The thought would bring her to
tears. She pushed it away.

"Where is he?" She heard. It wasn't Wyatt.

She tried to formulate an answer, "What, I'm not important enough
today?" She forced out.

"How did he get the Book?"

"What, I got a rookie?" Bianca tried again, trying to throw him off.
"How embarrassing." She felt something like flesh on her hands, and
she tried to brace herself.

"What spell was used?"

Bianca snorted, "The alphabet?"

She'd hit a nerve. And then he hurt hers. She felt almost nothing but
a tingle before she caught a look at the blue electricity - or worse,
it was lightening. She didn't think about it much, she was too busy
forcing her mouth and eyes shut - she wouldn't panic. It felt like she
was being electrocuted, and the pain was everywhere, places she didn't
realise could feel pain ached. She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't scream.
She was strong.

"Where is he?"

"You're..." She spat out. She'd bitten her tongue and could the taste
the blood in her mouth. "Repetitive."

"How did he get the Book?"

Bianca shook her head. She wouldn't answer. She wouldn't. Not even
when she felt it again, longer this time. She needed an outlet, but
there wasn't one. She felt helpless and it made her sick. She could
feel her body jerking and she couldn't control it. It scared her. No,
it terrified her. She was out of control.

"What spell was used?"

She blocked the question out and it happened again, longer and god, it
hurt and she could feel her eyes blurring. She blinked it back. "Screw
you." She says, feeling the blood run her mouth. She couldn't even
wipe it. It made her feel worse.

"Where is he?"

It got repetitive but she stopped caring. It was taking it out of her.
her pride and her willingness not to show any weakness. It felt like a
lifetime, but what was most likely no more than a hour or so and she
didn't want it anymore. She wanted to tell him to stop. She didn't.
She clenched her teeth. She dug her nails in. She wanted to cry. She
blinked it back. She wouldn't. She wouldn't cry.

But the next time the next time she felt the lightening course through
her body, she screamed.

Bianca lay down on the bed, but wasn't asleep. She was lying on her
arm and her eyes where closed. She was trying to rest after what had
happened earlier in the day. It was simple enough and the idea had
started several days ago - or was it weeks? She was losing track.
Simply a photo - work id, drivers liscence, one of those kinds of
things with a red X across the image. She didn't really understand.
Not untill a second photo a while later - 24, 36 hours maybe. A
corpse.

Maybe an hour or two earlier, she had gotten the X photo for Anne - as
she had for Amy and Tress before her. She was past crying. She just
kept thinking 'Haven't I paid enough?' She was starting to wonder if
it was all worth it, as she couldn't even see the slightest bit of
light in him now. Then it was all worthless.

She knew she'd made her decision but she didn't want to face it. But
she would have to. Hours before the second photograph, he would talk
to her. Always the same, 'Where is he?'. She would never see the words
the same again. Tonight she was tired. She felt broken inside. It
wasn't a feeling she liked. Tonight she'd had enough. Tonight she'd
answer and she knew it. She just had to be careful how.

It was a little longer before the door opened and she sat up, leaning
on her hand. He'd stopped the pleasanties a few interrogations ago. A
few lifetimes ago. "You know the drill here, Bianca and I've all but
lost my patience with you." He said calmly. "One more time. It's a
simple question." He raised his voice slightly, "Where is he?"

Bianca glanced at the two guards, "Lose tweedledumb and dumber and
we'll talk." Wyatt glanced at the two guards and Bianca sighed, "Look
at me! What am I gonna do, breathe on you?"

He sent them away and sat by her, she recoiled her legs away from him.
"I want something from you first."

Wyatt looked at her, "You're hardly in the position to-"

"What are you going to do to him?" She interrupted him.

"I just want him back here, I don't care as long as he doesn't go near
the book again." Wyatt shrugged.

Bianca laughed, the sound was so strange. "I don't believe you."

"Alright, I want to make sure of it. I want his powers stipped." Wyatttold her.

Bianca accepted that, she'd half expected it. "You leave us alone
after this. Chris, me, my family, you leave us alone. Thats my
condition."

Wyat tutted her, "When have I ever hurt any of them?"

Bianca looked at him, "Are you mentally distrubed or something?! You
killed them."

Wyatt put his hand on her arm, "No, I didn't. You did."

Bianca shook his hand off her, recoiling at the touch. "Don't touch me."

He looks at her, with a sigh. "You knew the entire time how to stop
it, stop this. You wouldn't. You're fault."

"Promise me you won't hurt him." She says

"I promise that. I don't want to."

Bianca nodded, "Then I'm ready to talk."