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"How dare you treat me in such a manner!" Bill shrieked as Gustav and Georg shoved him into the cell that Kiro had once occupied. Strify walked silently into his cage, the door shutting behind him. The two enemies were left alone together in silence.     "This is all your fault!" Bill accused, glarring darkly through the bars at the Mad Hatter. Strify just starred back blankly. "If I had been able to control the Hatters…,"     "Your brother would have still turned against you."     "You don't know that. Tommy….,there's something wrong with him."    "He's not under your drug stupor." Strify answered. "He's free to make his ow

Once upon a time, there was a young woman. She was good-looking girl with (e/c) eyes and lovely (h/c) hair. She was known around the city as the girl with the bike. She made a good reputation as being the fastest cyclists around. In her high school years, she loved nothing more than to drag race, play chicken, and be absolutely reckless with her life and her bike. In fact, when she was still active, many gave her the nickname Riding Hood, because of red jacket and helmet she used to wear was the only thing that bikers saw in the night. Even when she got out of school she became something of a legend and still dragged from time to time in neig

The sunlight filtered through the blinds, my eyes heavy from sleep. My mind was taking time to register everything around me. I knew I was in a hotel, the one we checked into just last night. Then I noticed I wasn't alone in the room. "Morning." He said, sitting on the edge of the bed near me, rubbing his thumb along my jaw line. I sat up, fisted my hand into his shirt, and pulled him down into my lips. That definitely woke me up. "Morning." I sighed, our lips only an inch a part. "Now, tell me why you're in my room." He pulled away and taking his warmth with him, frowning. "Am I not supposed to be in here? Am I not allowed?" He asked, an

      Pet How long had I been captive? It felt like years Days of people stopping to stare at me Pointing and fawning Was I really as cute as they said? I was beginning to feel mindless In my sweltering prison with several others I had to escape, I was going insane The day I planned to make an attempt, I was caught... Ducking into my shell made no difference I was packaged up and sent off with a stranger All was unfamiliar Was this my final hour? I scuttle around, fear pulsing in my cold veins Warm hands pick me up and place me Not into the arms of death, But into another glass prison The cycle is restarting? Was the fabl

After picking up his schedule from the front office, Xander walked to his first class. He wasn't expecting much despite the fact that it was his favorite subject. The one time he had actually come to his art class in his last school he had been sorely disappointed by the lack of both talent and intelligence in the art department. If nobody had a speck of talent in this school he just might go mad. Walking into the classroom, the first thing he noticed was that everybody was talking as they were working or, more commonly, just talking. The desks were set up in small groups around the room except for in the back where it was just a few rows of

Noticed She thought Candlehead was the thickest one out of the racers. Vanellope’s tongue twisted in her mouth, voice lost and words failing her as Candlehead turned around and stared at her. She was not supposed to be seen. For Candlehead to look over her shoulder at that precise moment, assuming she was the very last racer, brought crushing defeat to Vanellope’s chest. Vanellope hid her stolen medal behind her back, chewing her chapped lower lip. Panic swarmed in her gaze as Candlehead, frozen, simply stared back with the tiniest gape. “Please, please, don’t tell,” Vanellope managed to choke out, reaching out