Motive (new name for chasing me into a dvd shop)

She stood, observing the shelf ladened with DVDs in front of her, and some how she felt out of place. What seemed so simple, was far from simple. Some thing was wrong, she could tell.

But life went on, and she moved towards the back of the store, searching for her favourite movies, as she did every time she was in there. But this time she looked around, only half-heartedly admiring a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird. Some one was watching her.

The feeling of being watched increased as she moved her way towards the exit. She felt all eyes on her. As she approached the transparent doors, there was a loud ruckus that sounded at the back of the store, and a man, dressed fully in black, ran towards her way, gun in hand.

She froze in terror, paralysis gripping her body. It wasn't until a hand, from the outside, flinging the door open and grabbing her that she was able to run, her legs moving like an automaton's.

They've found her, she knew, and she was to run.

...

At the steeple, she looked frantically around. The man was gone, but so was he. The boy disappeared. She could have sworn she'd seen him back in headquatres, but it was impossible to tell now.

She soon found a car, and on it a note: "Drive it" it said. So she did, though she had no idea how to drive at all. Father had died before he was able to teach her.

But no matter, her only wish now was to survive, and after so much, she wouldn't just die in a car crash.

Getting to her destination, the girl climbed out. She raced down to the central fountain, the meeting spot he told her to go to. It was getting dark and a show was about to be put on at the central stage, but she still saw him through the chaos. He looked cruelly at her, though they were on the same team. What she dreaded about the picture was that he was standing atop one of the steel towers that supported the sides of the stage, and they went up high, like three-stories high.

"Run, little girl," his words still rang in her head. She didn't like being called just "girl", and she definitely didn't like people calling her little. So she threw caution to the wind and ran to the towers.

Some time during her climb, she'd lost all sense of where he was. Once at the top, she found the task of searching for him once more. Another note, really? "How would you like to go to a mansion?"

Mockery was getting old, she thought. Pulling her hood over her head, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she was in a station. A train station, a subway station, she wasn't sure, but from here she knew how to get to the house.

Avoiding all eye contact with any one, she swept her way through the station and out the exit. It took her a while to find the hill, but once there, she climbed it like it was down-hill. She had made it, in one piece at least.

She moved her finger towards the doorbell, but thought better of it. This game thing was growing on her. She knocked on the door, but it squeaked eerily open. Stepping inside, she flung off her hood. Searching had always been her specialty, it's one of the reasons she was in the situation in the first place, so what better to do than search the house.

She stocked around like a ghost, observing the keys on a side table, moving in and out of the guest bedrooms. It took a while for her to look through the whole property, but in the end, she came to the same conclusion as she did when she first came in: there was no one home. That couldn't be though, they would know she was coming, he would have gotten here before she did. And then she heard it, a soft breathing. She turned but it was too late, the men had come. They dressed in the same black costumes as the man in the DVD store, but their guns bulged with silencers. When she dies, no one will even hear.

And then a gun shot.

One of the men fell face forwards towards the ground, and before the other had a chance to respond, the girl grabbed hold of her own gun, and another shot sounded loudly through the empty halls.

"Where are they?" she asked.

"Dead. They found them," he looked at her, and for a second, she didn't see the usual arrogant manner he held with himself, but the sad twinkle that would occasionally come to existence whenever some one died. "Come on," he said and lead her out the door.

"Don't you think this game is getting a little old?" she asked.

"It was never a game, just a way of training you. There'll be no more notes and me running, I promise. You're ready."

What do you think happened?? Just a little game for you.

Field Trip Lost: Sea Massacre

The sky was gloomier than it had been this past week as I stepped out of the tent. Taking a huge breath of fresh air, I walked slowly through the peddle splattered ground towards the kitchen. I saw little movement, and heard even less sounds. It had been eerily silent, but it would not have been soon.

By mid-day, the camp was filled once more with laughter and activity. My friends sat at a table, talking, while I stood lonesomely by the side, taking in the scene like the aspired movie maker that I am. It had been a good day, but we were to leave soon. Very soon, Mr Hill had said so. It filled me with sorrow when I thought of leaving the way we had come, for it was not pleasant what so ever. Though I loved the sea, I had despised our trip to the camp. The day had been cold and the weather too wet, even for ocean travel. But there was no other way. I thought of the possibility of the train, I saw a station as we had approached, but then dismissed it and I came to the conclusion that the trains were out of service or something like that.

At the end of the day, we took our bags upon our shoulders and headed for the road. I had mixed feelings of going. I eagerly strode in front of the others, but was lamenting for leaving the camp. But something told me we had to go, and my usual eagerness and the want to be the leader took over again, and the sorrow of leaving subsided.

I ran, quickly, towards the beach, but I felt like I was going no where. There was no ship, no boat, nothing. How were we supposed to get away? I marveled at the sea for a while, gazing beyond and seeing it's turquoise waves splash every shore. It helped me calm down. After a while I turned, but my things, that used to be lying at my feet, disappeared. And we were on another beach. A walk-way extended at the end of the beach, and behind that stood deserted land, stretching far. It was gray, and though I knew that land couldn't possibly be gray in nature, it was. There was no concrete, yet it was gray. It was all gray.

We gazed towards a group of men that looked like they belonged to a band of 16th century pirates. They moved our way, and though I wanted to run, I couldn't, I was glued to place, my shoes as heavy as lead. They took us, one by one, by our arms and twisted them behind our backs so we were enabled. I mildly thought of a knight in shining armour, coming to rescue us, but immediately knew that no fairy tale would belong to us, and we were to be massacred on this very gray land. Suddenly, chaos in the middle of the crowd began, and we twisted around as best as we could, seeing what had happened. The guys, as annoying as they had always been, were beginning to get slaughtered. I ached to help them, even though they might not have done the same for me. My eyes met with Allison's, who was also held captive. She turned slightly, and I saw the shining, sleek side of a blade, dangling in her hand. She stabbed blindly behind her, and the blade made contact with her capture's stomach, and soon the others were looking towards them, but it was too late.

I pulled on the metal chain around my neck, a necklace of some sort I have took into my possession at camp. I slashed it out like a whip, and it grew three times it's original length. I saw the other girls do the same, and soon the pirates were running from the painful tips of the metal whips. We turned to the guys, aiding as many as we could have, but some of them were gone, some of my own friends included.

Mr Hill was mostly unharmed, and to my surprised, he fought ruthlessly, a task I didn't think the peaceful strings teacher could accomplish.

After the boys got a breather, we ran. I ran extremely fast, taking up the lead again. I looked back occasionally to make sure everything was okay, but I ran full out, trying to get away, allowing the crisp wind slap me. We came to town, and went into a Home-Sense for shelter.

A Starbucks stood at the entrance, and some of my friends and I herded the huge group into the store, and after that asking for drinks at the counter. A rule that had not dawned me was that every Tuesday, Starbucks gave out free drinks, and we took as many as we possibly can, everyone filling out the few water bottles we had, in case we needed it later. Most of us were tired, and all of us were still in a state of shock. But it was okay, it was all going to be okay.

And then I woke up.....

Field Trip Lost: Down to the States

There's two different dreams about loosing or having to find our own way back from a field trip, one's with Mr Olson, the other, Mr Hill!!

Field Trip Lost: Down to the States

We were walking, slow at first, then faster, as the sea splashed at the walls beneath us. If I'd been unaware in the dream, I would have thought I was in Stanley Park, but I wasn't. The docks were different, and though there were none of real differences I can make out, I could still tell that they were different. I saw the guys, up ahead, striding long strides. And Eddy, chatting with Jamie behind me. Zoe and Emma and the others of their clique hung at the back, quietly discussing their interests. I could slightly feel the presence of our leader, but still knew that he was just meeting us there.

I saw a Starbucks, the counter swarmed by people, cold and waiting. I wanted a hot chocolate myself, and imagined my cold body in the warm room. But I kept moving, not wanting to stop, knowing that the others will just continue without me.

A fisherman hooked his net down to his small boat, and I started to take an interest in that instead.

Soon, we got to the bus station, and I knew our destination was close. I could have sworn it was Stanley Park, but it wasn't, it was different. Closing in to the hill that the bus station was tucked by, we begin to clap, seeing the building.

The next moments were a blur, and soon our worksheets were almost done. I could scarcely remember looking into a large, very very large, tank of water that filled the bottom floor of the huge building. The other floors of the building held parapets, extending so that a railinged observation desk circled each floor.

We worked fast after that and were out on the bus, but it broke down, so soon we were out the door and walking in a meadow. A far-reaching meadow, with yellow glass, and I could faintly see a town in the distance, and had lost sight of the bus altogether. We walked for what seemed like hours, but we eventually hit the small town. It was about the size of Victoria, really, not small at all.

And that was when Mr Olson told us to split up. We were to find our own way back to Canada. Yes, Canada, we had gone all the way down to Seattle, and what had seemed like Stanley Park, was just another park of theirs that looked the same. So, we were in Seattle, and were to find our own way back. We were to split into partners as well, and were not to talk to other pairs.

I went with Zoe, we were talking about Castle and had enjoyed each other's company. The dawning idea of lunch came into our minds, and we headed for the nearest McDonald's. She got a cheeseburger, and I got a Junior Chicken. McCafes sounded appealing too, and we ordered one for both of us. Counting the exact change for the cashier, we picked up our meals and settled down on a tall table with counter chairs. I took a bite of my burger, and felt the hot, crispy chicken under my tongue, and the mayonnaise caressing my taste buds. I was never a sucker for hormone-concentrated low-quality chicken, but somehow in my dream, I had become starved, and my occasional cravings for the Junior Chicken took over.

We spotted Madi and Angel, across the restaurant, and though it was against the rules, we thought that Mr Olson wouldn't have penalized us for talking to each other. Soon, Madi and I engaged in a conversation about Merlin, and things became blurry once more. I never got to finish my meal, but I felt as though that, even in a foreign and unknown land, it would have all been okay, with the right people, and the right mind, you could get through any thing.

Be sure to expect:

Field Trip Lost: I'm on a boat! (And in a camp, and on a train, and getting free Starbucks drinks!)

12-year-old CIA series (yes, series)

The Purple Store

Downtown of Some Other City

Living in the '50s

Our Trip to Rome

I Jumped off of a Sinking Ship

Comics

Lockers and Parties

Mystery Jowels

I'm Late for School (Downtown bus version)

YOU SEE??? I HAVE A LOT OF DREAMS, THAT I CAN REMEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!! OMGs!!!!!!!!!! Of course, when I write them, I add a literary flare, but it's still relatively describing my memories of those dreams! I've got a lot more! I think, I'll have to try to remember them. Wow, it's gonna take me a while to write all of these, and I've gotta finish my Mortal Instruments Fanfic, and Percy Jackson Fanfic!!!!!!!!!!! OMGs!!!!!!!!!!

Beckett's Lost, Castle's Case

Loud breathing filled the room, and I found that it was me, running through the door and slamming it behind me. The office had been raided, and the monster let loose. Alpha team was down, unable to terminate the creature. And now they were all in danger. I look, beside me, and realize I was not alone. Spotting the sleek side of a knife, shining in the few rays of white light streaming into the room from the window on the door. My breathing comes harder, and faster, and I fear for my life. It had always been cheesy in the movies, but in real life, it's harsh. It's torturing. i felt the chilling blade on my bare skin, and I scream.

...

3XK was her mistake, and now she stood in the storage room of a small-time store, counting to make sure there was nothing missing. So far, nothing. From a homicide detective, to a theft supervisor. It had hurt to be demoted, but on some level, she was glad there was a punishment for her mistake. Missing him once was alright, but twice was not to be tolerated lightly. She had put all the woman in the country in jeopardy. She would not have been able to live with herself without a punishment. So she kept her head down, concentrating on counting.

...

His coffee cup in hand, Castle strolled casually under the yellow tape and into the case grounds. Though he felt wrong and uncanny without Beckett there, he was still flattered when the captain had asked him to advice them in their next case. He saw CSU sweeping the premises, afraid of someone forgetting something, leaning on every detail. He loved this job, and knew Beckett did too, and couldn't help but feel guilty for being at a murder scene after what had happened. He spotted the body, and all that guilt washed away and in its place stood curiosity. "These aren't bite marks." He stated matter-of-factly.

"That's what I feared," Roy looked to him with relieved eyes, "Didn't think you would come after what had happened."

"I came for my own curiosity, for the salvation of the victim," he took a pause, "For the team. For you, Ryan, Espazito. You can't do it alone."

They stare at the body silently for a while, both men scared to break the silence. Finally, it was Castle, as always, "Those are knife marks."

"Yes, CSU's looking for DNA."

"Turns out we've got a Marco Franning, age 45, arrested three times, all for assault." Ryan said as he strode over with a file in hand.

"Well, let's get some questioning."

...

"Any thing?" Alexis asked as she loomed over her Math homework.

"Nothing," Castle sucked air into his teeth as he got a water bottle out of the fridge, "I don't get it. It seems like every time we get our first suspect, he's not the guy."

"Alibied out?"

"Yup. I don't know. This case is so..."

"Simple?"

"Yeah, like it was done by an amateur. Which leads to why they got their hands on Franning's knife. Just.... a stabbing. But how did the rabid dog get out at the same time?"

"Wait, there was a rabid dog?" she giggled, "What case is this?"

"A veterinarian's office. A Dr Mora Michaels."

"Well," she took a sip of his water, "It seems to me that the freak guy who had a freak dog went to free his pet, and someone got in his way."

"Maybe." He gave a heart-wrenched sigh, "Wish Beckett was on this case."

...

"Castle! CASTLE!!" Beckett almost tripped over her feet, running to catch up. "CASTLE!!"

"You know, I heard you the first time." Castle smiled his signature, mischievous smile, though he fell through when it came to actually meaning it.

"How's the case coming along?" she looked at him more desperate than ever, and Castle was scared that the demotion had changed her.

"Good."

"Oh come on, Castle, you're a writer, do better than that!" Okay, she was still the same person, just a little more desperate and in need of a real case. He felt the guilt climb back when he thought of using this to his advantage. "Seriously. I got the synopsis from Esposito."

"Horrible," he began to walk, and she followed, "It's so simple. Just a stabbing, and yet we've been through any one who might have had access to the office, what the vic was doing before hand. And nothing! Nothing out of the ordinary what so ever!"

"Castle, please!" Beckett almost fell to her knees, but restrained herself, "It's driving me crazy! Let me help."

A spark of a game came into his head. "Well, I don't know..."

"Castle!!! I need this!! I can't live like this! I can't. I'll do anything, I promise," she started count her fingers frantically, "I'll get you coffee, I'll follow you around, I'll do any thing, please!"

He grabbed her by the shoulders. "Calm down, of course I'll let you help. I think maybe with your help, we can actually get through this."

...

Lanie said, "It's a kitchen knife. KitchenAid, 4 cms wide." she paused and stole a look at Castle, "I can go on, but there's not much else to tell. Just that."

"Nothing. See? Nothing out of the ordinary. Just a stabbing." He ran his hand through his hair, "I don't get it. If it's so ordinary, then why isn't it solved yet? It's gotta be harder."

...

"Dad? Dad!" Alexis' voice sounded worried and urgent on the phone.

"Alexis, what's going on?"

"It's......it's Beckett. She's here. She needs to talk. Dad?"

"Yeah, I'm here, what's going on?"

"Meet us at Central Park."

"Alexis, what's happening?"

"Just do it!"

...

Alexis ran through the streets. So this was what it was like to be a detective, she thought. She was close on the heals of Beckett, dashing through to the apartment of their target. They had had an epiphany sort of moment together, realizing that her theory about the killer was right after all. All the clues were so simple, and her dad had looked for a psychopath who was experienced and who had planned it all out. But really, it was an animal lover, an amateur who had luck on his side. Neighbors had started to get suspicious of him, and had reported it to the police. It was Beckett's job to run down to see whether or not it was a burglary case, and saw the man with the dogs, one of which looked quite out of control. She had smashed on their door until a Castle answered, but she would have had to stick with the one who was available. Together, they came back to the area, and was now chasing the man with the dogs up to his apartment.

She must have kept her gun, cause Alexis advanced behind Beckett, feeling safe with the gun in front, resting in Beckett's experienced hands. "NYPD, open up!"

...

"Alexis!!! Alexis!" Castle ran towards his daughter, his heart pounding. Then he saw Beckett, restraining a man with handcuffs, and the rest of the NYPD department there. "What happened?"

"It's okay, dad. Beckett and I caught your killer."

"What??"

"You thought it was some one like the Triple Killer, but in the end it was just an amateur, like I had originally thought."

"What? That's not possible."

"Yes it it," it was Beckett, now approaching them, "There was nothing to find that was mysterious, that's why it wasn't mysterious. Franning had been his neighbor, someone who borrowed our killer a knife the night before. It was his dog in the Vetenarian's office, and he knew he was going to terminate him. So, slashing at any one who came in his way, he got his dog out. He hated that Vet so much that he pursued when she went to hide in the closet, result in our vic's body being found there."

"Wow."

"I would have to say I did a good job." she looked at him, proud, "It's not going to bring me back my old job, but it'll help." She smiled, her eyes sad.

"You'll get there."

"I know. I'll see you around," and she walked away, as she always did, Beckett, back to her old self.

GOOD SONG!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKeXkhxiq6I

San Francisco, by Scott McKenzie. GREAT SONG!!!

Okay, today, I don't really have time to write those of my radical dreams, so I will just say that I have just seen Rick Riordan's grade 2 report card!! OMG, it was the funniest thing in the world. Can you imagine, me, like the biggest fan for Percy Jackson, who almost worships its author, is sitting there, hysterically laughing my head off, reading his report card. Ahhhh......

Okay, make sure, if you're coming to the Synergy Christmas party, go to my site: https://sites.google.com/site/sophietribiani/ and vote for which movie you'd like to see!! Because we can't make any actual plans unless we know which movie you want to see!! So far, Harry Potter is winning! I like that, HARRY POTTER!!!!!!!!!

Castle's new episodes not on this week, it's on next week, anticipation is a deadly drug. A desire that fills your veins with cruel pokes of curiosity. See how I just pulled a Castle?? Aha.

Pic of the day:

Aha, I love Castle!!

What's with my dreams??

Okay, it really seems like a god or a higher being of some kind is working through me to make me see some kind of story. I get such weird dreams, that are sooooo precise and like movies playing in my head, it's freaky!!!!!

Okay, here's some of my dreams:

They're Blind

I was in a group home. It was my turn to do the dishes. And as I did so, the new girl walked in, grabbing a pear from the bowl in the island in the kitchen and peered at the babbling flat-screen that hung at the corner of the room. I didn't like her. I don't know why, but I just didn't. She was new in the house, I knew that, and she took over all the attention of the boys. I don't know why that had bothered me, but it had. I felt like I was in another time period, like a time when girls needed to prove themselves. And I was wearing a Greek style dress, simple white cotton with golden trimmings.

She was there, nodding her head in acknowledgement of my presence, and I found myself annoyed. She wasn't the one to chop garlics, the one who has to clean the dishes, the one who has to fold the clothes. And though I wasn't the only one to do all those things, it still didn't seem fair. But the biggest thing I envied her about was her look. She was as beautiful as Aphrodite herself. The looks of her dark damp hair told me that she had just come out of a shower. Her face flushed from the hot water, her dress white and crisp clean. I envied her, I did.

It was when he came into the room that I felt the most aware of my own actions. I started to stand up straighter, and I pulled my bangs down my face. I continued my work on the chopping. Through the sounds of the knife making contact with the cutting board, I also heard low whispers, a sound of a kiss, and the sweeping of fabric to show that she had left. But he didn't leave. He had stayed, does that mean he came into the kitchen for me? "Hey."

"Mmm," I kept my eyes on the TV, pretending to be entranced by the scores of last night's hockey game. "I just, hello?" He waved his hand in my face, and I grabbed it and flung it gently from my vision, bringing my act even further.

"Whatever, I just wanted to see if you could do a favour for me."

That got my attention. But I kept my eye on the screen. "What?"

"I was thinking that.....maybe.......I don't know. I mean, you know that I like her, maybe just throw in a good word for me or something, cause you know, she's been with a lot of guys."

I stared at him, fully, forgetting about hockey. What was he asking me?? How could he?? Were boys literally that blind? What was he thinking??

"You okay?" He looked at me confused and innocent. How could he have not known? Guess boys are that blind. But it's his exact innocence that draws so many, including myself, towards him. "No, seriously, what's going on? What's wrong?"

But it was too late, i was already stalking out the door.

The Book Store

I walked through the hallway and out the side of the building, one old and plain, like an abandoned factory. The faded dark green doors opened to the cold, and outside individual snowflakes fell to the ground. I huddled closer to myself in my enormous sky-jacket, letting the warm inside touch the bare skin of my hands. I walked, and soon was on a bus. Somehow the cold had followed me, and even when I got off, the chill still shook me to the bone. It was harsh. The snowflakes danced in the sky as if they were mocking me, saying that I would always be cold, but they will never be. I ran into the building, another one, more elaborate and modern than the last one. It was a book store. I liked book stores, and the sight of this one gave my heart a pleasant little jump. I looked back at my day as I started walking towards the doors, and I've found that I have had a terrible day. Something about a bad test, and lone walk in a strange hall. But it's alright. I was in the door and soon the jacket fell away from my shoulders and a sweater stayed on my body. I walked to the Young Adult section, like I always did, and picked up City of Glass, and peered in the back of the book. Nothing had changed. No preview of the next book. My shoulders slump, but I was still happy. I was in a book store, it doesn't get better than that. I placed the book slowly back in its slot, and I smile. The store was warm, and I saw new books out all around me. I strode to the other side of the store, and took a look at the books on the shelf. I turned suddenly as I heard the other girls at the shelf opposite mine whisper. They were talking about Cassandra Clare, a new book from her. But how was it possible? I hadn't her any thing about it. I power-walked back to the place where City of Glass lied with all the other books from that series, and I take a closer look at the new book that was leaning on the post beside the shelf, the one that had an extension on it with a newly printed book perched there. Her name, Cassandra Clare, was inscribed in the front. The cover was fiery and sinister, perfect. I opened the book and saw that this was what I was waiting for. I flipped through the short novel, and it was in fact an exert from City of Fallen Angels. I prepared myself for a fan girl scream.

That's all I have right now, but I assure you, I've got tons of dreams left.

Be sure to expect:

Field Trip Lost

Chasing me into a DVD shop

A Day In Downtown

Beckett's Lost, Castle's Case

Chapter 5: Agony or Darkness, which do you prefer?

Agony. At least Jace had never preferred agony, he was just in agony. It's been three days, and within those hours Jace has been coming in and out of pain, unable to think clearly, unable to leave her bedside. The windows opened and closed with the days, letting sun in. He didn't feel it, he didn't feel anything.

She wasn't waking up, that was what had scared him. He even threatened to kill Chairman Meow if Magnus didn't give him a good answer. On some terms, Magnus did give him an answer, the right one at that, but it had just allowed Jace to swirl even deeper in his worries. It only earned Magnus a worried and "you shouldn't have done that" look from Alec.

Magnus said that the brain of a Shadowhunter is hardwired so that if a enchanted substance were to move into the blood stream, all but the subconscious part of the brain will shut down. "It would have resembled a siege," Magnus stated.

He argued that this wasn't true. Simon had bit him before, and his saliva had to have gotten into Jace's bloodstream, so why wasn't he paralyzed. But apparently the substances were different, the Forsaken's had enchantments from runes. That made it all worse.

Magnus didn't even know what would happen, he suggested that everything would be fine. But he had also added that he didn't know whether or not the brain will shut down the subconscious as well, which means any minute, Clary could be plunged into nothingness. Death, without even knowing it.

That's what had scared Jace the most, not knowing. What would happen? What could happen? Magnus had tried his best, draining himself of all the powers he had on spells and rituals to try and awake the mind, but nothing, nothing but a little more rasp in her breath or a twitch in her fingers.

A messenger, Maia, sent to Idris, considering how Alicante had no phones. He also awaited the crushing wrath of Jocelyn, ready to tear him into pieces. Her was her little girl, a vegetable now because of some one she had hated in the first place. And he would have let her. He would have welcome the torturing punishment, for that's what he deserved. He had screwed up, and now he can't even pay for it! What a world.

He had to think. But how can he when a huge rock of emotions hanged over his head. It had crashed down several times now, and Jace had felt the pain full on.

Bloodstream, he thought, Magnus said the infection was in the bloodstream. So maybe it's not the spells that are not working, maybe the siege can be altered. But how? How were sieges altered? When the threat was eliminated. We need to get the threat out of her system. We need to bleed her. "We need to bleed her," he mumbled, his mouth dry and uncomfortable saying words considering how it's been days since he'd spoken any.

Isabelle from across the room, still pulling on the string to allow the curtains to gap wide, turned quickly, "What?"

Jace stared up into the sunlight, finally feeling its rays shaking him like thunder. He looked up vulnerably at Isabelle, and if it hadn't been such a gloomy time, Izzy might have scrambled to take a picture of the priceless expression.

"We need to bleed her," he said more loudly.

We day!!

We day's coming up, and even though I won't go to the real big event, we'll still have a Mini-We Day at school, which I'm very looking forward to. Last year, I thought that We Day was a little too "Okay, even a little person can make a difference" kind of thing, too sunny, giving us hope and then once we get out into the world, stepping on it. But then I realize, we don't have to think like that. No. We're not alone and the world is cruel, but it's got it's good side too, and together, we can make a difference. So I'm ooberting excited, and I hope everyone watches the broadcast the the ooberting big event on We Day, I'm actually not sure if their doing one this year, or if they are, where it is. But if they are, watch it! Because we can do something together and fix the world!!

Okay, our English project is to do something. That's it, just to do something about Synergy classes and connect them in some way. I wanna make a movie, no duh! Yeah, that's a great project, do something.

Pic of the day:

See? It is an ooberting big event.

OH OH, AND CASTLE WAS SOOOO GOOD YESTERDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT WAS ABOUT A SETI WORKER AND ALIEN ABDUCTION AND EVEN SAYS SOMETHING ABOUT CONTACT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOOOOOOOOOOOO CASTLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OOOHH!!! Good song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyJBnmO8O8o

Chapter 4: Blood

Jace collapsed at Clary's side, ripping a piece of fabric off his new hoddie and wrapping it around her wrist, where blood was seeping through the flesh and onto the pavement. His mind was in a rush, eyes still recovering sight from when he was choked.

The rain started up again as Jace scooped Clary up in his arms. It pounded down on them with no mercy, almost as though some angel wanted to wash away all the blood. But it was impossible, the red liquid just stained the ground even more. It mixed with the rain like scarlet ink in a glass of water, diffusing slowly into the colour of wine.

Deep pants robbed Jace of his original rhythmical breathing when he ran up to the door of the Institute. Grabbing the cold, copper nob under his palm, he breathed the words confirming him of being a Shadowhunter like a monk in a monetary, chanting away. The door soon swung open, welcoming them into the building. Once inside, even forgetting to close the door, he shouted the first thing that came to mind, "ALEC!!!"

A dark figure rushed into the entry way, his face illuminated from the flames on the candelabras. Alec looked like he'd always had, a mop of black hair on his head, a black t-shirt with worn jeans. He came in, having a sullen look on his face, almost like he knew something horrible had occurred.

The boys didn't exchange any words, just flung an arm across Alec's shoulder and together half dragged Clary inside.

Once in the elevator, Jace allowed what had happened to sink into his bones. He was barely able to hold Clary. A desperate need to scream came to him, a desperate need of everything, of an answer, of what to do, of wanting to turn back the clock, of wanting this to have never happened. But it did, and it took all his strength to grind his teeth together, and grab Clary so she didn't fall out of Alec's grasp. He turned to his friend, who was more like a brother, but Alec just had his head down, sad and ready to help.

The elevator dinged and they scrambled out, seeing Isabelle across the hallway. She stared in worry for a second, then ran down the hall in the opposite direction, yelling back "I'll get the kit."

The next part was a blur to Jace, who's actions became so automatic that the only way he kept them up was because he'd done this a million times. Tending to a fallen Nephilim was common, very common, too common. Just the memory of Alec's comforting hand on his shoulder, and Isabelle rushing in, replacing his strips of hoddie from Clary's arm with real bandages, then cleaning out the wound, drawing an iratze and then becoming silent like the rest of them, those memories, had stuck.

They sat, side by side, on three chairs in the room, afraid of breaking the delicate silence. Both Isabelle and Alec knew it would have been useless to have asked what happened. That was what mundanes did, but to Shadowhunters, it didn't make a difference. Whatever the occurance, they were still going to act upon it just the same."Should we call Mom?" Isabelle finally asked, after what seemed like hours.

"Jace?" It was Alec, clearly not being able to make a decision, or just thingking that it wasn't his decision to make. It was long before Jace answered. "Yeah, call Maryse. But...." His eyes turned on Alec, "Magnus is the one she needs."

Chapter 3: A Bite Worse Than a Vampire's

Clary started to back away into the car, feeling its sleek, metal surface for anything to fling at the Forsaken. They approached slowly, and Clary almost imagined them having their hands stretched out. A classical zombie movie if that did happen. She turned her head up to Jace's direction, seeing his jaw clench and unclench as he thought of a way out.

They ran fast, as the two have already seen, so a chase they would loose was not a good option. Jace's hand slid to his belt, where a seraph blade awaited. "Sandalphon," he whispered and the blade seared into life. Charging was his only option, so he took it, barely even having time to whisper "run" in Clary's ear.

He raised his blade and focused on one of the Forsaken, and soon, after only two dodges, he dug Sandalphon into the Forsaken's side. He turned for the other, trying to locate the small bench and garden that had been there so he would not fall over them. Just as he did so, rough, paw-like hands grabbed his shoulders, an arm going around his neck in a tight headlock.

Jace usually was not bad with headlocks, he could get out of Alec’s easily, but surprisingly, no Forsaken had been quick enough, or sane enough, to have gotten him in one before. He was choking and couldn't really see what was going on, eyes spotted with red and black. He heard footsteps, and wished it was Clary, running away from the madness and towards safety. Of course, his wish was not fulfilled, and he felt the body behind him stiffen and weak down, and debris falling from over the Forsaken's shoulder. Jace used this opportunity to grab the thug's forearms and twist out of the headlock. The giant flinched, and spat blood, and Jace saw what looked like a chair, now scattered on the ground around the Forsaken. He also spotted a small trace of a wooden stick, going right through the Forsaken's body from the back, and he saw a hand, pale and small on the guy's shoulder. He knew it was Clary and wanted to grab her hand and run, but instead, the Forsaken got it. He twisted Clary's arm so she sidestepped from behind him, and then the Forsaken did something Jace had never thought of before. He bit her, hard, drawing blood at where the teeth sank in. Clary didn't scream, just a tiny wince. She'd gotten over screams long ago. But her wince was loud enough to snap Jace from his mental paralysis, and he tackled the Forsaken to the ground, Sandalphon seeping into the giant's gray flesh.

Jace got up, dazed, staring at the motionless Forsaken at his feet. He then turned towards Clary, fearing what he would see, and getting the satisfaction of himself being right, he saw Clary on the ground, blood pouring into a pool around her.

Hope you like XD!

Chapter 2: Forsaken's wrath

Okay, chapter 2 of my dream, which is now sorta become a fanfic. I'll post it up on fanfic, don't worry. But it's really good, an actual story! You see how I get my ideas from dreams? Chapter 1 was called Running.

Jace howled like he'd just defeated an all-hell-break-loose situation. He laughed loudly, and then turned towards Clary as he veered the car down the street. She looked terrified, but he could see that there was a little madness and amusement in her eyes, as he was sure was mirrored in his. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she took a while to come out of an awed stare, then punched his shoulder, hard. "What the HELL do you think you were doing coming here?? We could have died!!"

"Ah, we didn't, and that's what's important."

"Why? What did you want to know from this?"

Jace sighed, he didn't think it was the right time to tell what he had predicted, worried he was going to frighten her, or any one else. A few days back, Magnus had informed him that Magnus' old tutor, a warlock from long ago, had worked for Valentine, and was deep in affection to the man. Of course, with affection comes revenge, and Magnus was asked to join him in another revolt to the Clave. Jace doubted that he actually had anything to fight with, and had come to his office in New York, but only to find his doubts abolished, and Forsaken chasing them.

He took another exasperated sigh, and told Clary the information he knew.

For a while, Clary looked confused and in pain. Valentine was a touchy subject for them, and would not have been discussing him lightly as a daily conversation. But his name had to come up, and Jace saw the old memories and pains boiling up in her eyes, and wish he could help in some way to make her feel better, only to find no way. Finally, Clary said, "So? We can just fight them, can't we? You can't possibly think that he has a big storage of forces, do you?"

"I didn't think so, but then again, those were his Forsaken chasing us just now." Jace he ran his fingers through his hair, "So, I really don't know."

They were quiet for a little while longer, then Clary suggested getting her mother and Luke back from Idris, where they were discussing the Clave's access to Clary's powers. Then inform the Clave about this warlock, Minoru, and allow them to send some more Shadowhunters to plump up the Conclave for a fight. Jace didn't fight against the idea, thinking maybe it'll have to be the best.

They pulled up towards a garden a block off from the Institute, just in case they were being followed, and got off the car to walk a little around to confuse the followers, if there were any, which Jace doubted.

The street was a little wet with dew from rain that poured down on their car as they drove here, but now it had lightened up to a drizzle. Clary came to stand by his side and gingerly took his hand, a gesture that made his heart jump ten times towards his throat. He smiled, more genuinely then if he were to smile to any one else. He loved her, there was no question about that.

There was a question, however, about how and why Jace's predictability had gone down to such a low state after Valenine's death. As they turned, they saw their Forsaken bounty-hunters, coming for a second round.

Another really good dream!!

Okay, I should really make more stories from my dreams!!! They are just freaking awesome!! I really think a god (Athena, I hope) is making me dream all these dreams!!! They are unlike any thing I've ever seen other people get! Okay, so it's from the Mortal Instruments, and I dreamt this in Clary's point of view. K, so here it is:

A parking lot, on the third floor of a plush office, stood still as a black SUV pulled fierily to the side, almost slamming itself into a wall. There was another car, swerving through the maze of vehicles parked in the lot. For a while, time slowed to an almost-frozen state, and the cars chased each other excruciatingly slowly. Then time righted itself and the two automobiles came to a halt, and two men, size of about 6'5, climbed out of the second car and moved, like heavy rocks, towards the black Saturn. From there climbed out two teens, scrambling to get away from the monsters behind them. Jace led them towards the opening at the side of the lot and out into the staircase.

It was unlike any staircase any one ever did see. It even had a lobby waiting just at floor level, and it overlooked the whole office building, with the more convenient elevators on the opposite side. Too bad they didn't take those, Clary thought, as she raced down the stairs after Jace as fast as her legs could go.

Time then seemed to fly, and soon the two were out the door of the lobby, unnoticed by the mundanes that filled the area, glamour protecting their eyes from all that they couldn't understand.

They ran, like two fugitives would have. But mundane fugitives would not have had supernatural Forsaken for a bounty hunter. The distorted nature of humans trying their luck at the Shadow World, or were simply hired by some cruel warlock, too cowardly to fight his own wars.

And so they ran, and knew it wouldn't have been far from there. The other car, their fall-back plan, to get back to the Institute from the Upper-East side. Clary saw the sky was ready to let go of the heavy clouds that it bore, and she hoped that they would make it back to see the rain, instead of get stepped on and killed by those two thugs chasing them. She still wasn't quite sure why they were chasing her, or what Jace had wanted accomplished when they came here. All she knew was that she needed to run, a lesson easy learned as a Nephilim.

The car, sitting patiently at the corner, came into view. And soon, they were upon it, with Jace, digging the keys into the engine and starting to move the car even before Clary had fully gotten on. He knew she would make it, he also knew she hated it when he challenged her. But it was needed. A Shadowhunter's life was full of challenges, and Clary needed to learn to deal with them.

And finally they were off, heading out into the rain, leaving their Forsaken enemies in their dust.

Okay, so it's just the first little part, and of course, in my dream, it wasn't this detailed, or poetic. But an aspired novelist has got to do what she's got to do!

GOOD SONG!!!

You know what's a good song????? That's soooo addicting and is sooooo good if used in a scene, a scene of which I have in mind, but I will write it down soon!! Check it out! REALLY GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wow, you know sometimes songs are just soooo addicting, they get into your head and it clings to dear life like a new born chimp clinging to their mother, scared to be forgotten. And it's not the whole song, it's just a little bit of it. I don't know, it's at that time you just really like the song, even if you don't like the singer or would otherwise hate the song, if only it'll just get out of your head!!! Like when I liked Baby, now I hate it, and I would otherwise always have hated it if only I didn't get it stuck in my head that one time.

Pic of the day:

Yesterday, we went to Windemere for a Reach for the Top game right? And we saw this awesome wall!! Yes this whole wall, with a painted picture of the Beatles on it. They make the ultimate songs, catchy doesn't necessarily mean it's good, the Beatles does.

SOOO MUCH TO DO

Well, not that much, it just feels like that much because it's only a three day week and I can't wait for the weekend where I really get to actually sit down and do my homework.

Went to a Jr. Reach for the Top game today at Windemere, we won, of course, Churchill's the best!!! But there were two questions I would have got if I'd pressed the buzzer faster, and that's one about Justin Beiber and one about Lady Gaga, both I knew!!!!!!!!!!!! Gosh, it's a harsh world!!!!!!!

Guess what we're doing in Socials?? Bet you guessed wrong.... WE'RE COMMITTING TO OPERATION CHRISTMAS CHILD. Good job to whoever that made the name, it's got a nice ring to it. Here is the site, if you want to check it out, which every one should. It's like this thing where you fill a shoe box with stuff you think a kid will enjoy who are living in poor areas around the world. It's a neat little gift for them, and for yourself really, if you think about it, you're the one that feels good about it afterwards, knowing that you've helped someone in need. In Socials we are filling a box up for a girl and one for a boy.

You know, there isn't a self-less deed, just watch Joey and Phoebe fight about it.

Off to watch a new episode of Castle!!!

Pic of the day:

One of Nathan Fillion's older shows, check it out.

French Blogs o.O and Memento

Okay, so one of my friends has been reading my blog faithfully. And I wanted to return the favour, right? Soooo, I said I'll follow her blog too, and read it regularly, without realizing that her blog was in French. She's a Frenchy, by the way. Okay, so what do I do? I don't understand it! Well, I can understand it, but only vaguely. But I guess this is a good thing too, cause then this could really improve my French, so THANK YOU QIAOYA!!!!!!!!! Here it is if any wants to check it out! I recommend that you do, regardless of whether or not you know the language.

Pic of the day:

Really good movie we watched in English. Watch it, I dare you.

BOOK CRUSH A THON!!

http://community.livejournal.com/bookcrushathon/

Okay, boys, turn away, this is a strictly girl talk. Of course, that was a joke, feel free to click on the link, it's nothing bad, it's just......... IT'S A POLL FOR WHICH YA NOVEL CHARACTERS WE THINK ARE THE HOTTEST!!!!! JACE WAYLAND FTW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And it's good, he's doing really good, he's got 184, no, I just voted, so 185 votes on him, and like the average for the other ones are like 30 votes. Percy's on there too, and not in the same category as Jace, so that's good, and Percy's doing really well too. THIS IS GREAT!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS POLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pic of the day:

Really cool way to present a fantasy-cast for the Mortal Instruments. I really like it, except for the fact that Clary, cough cough, is supposed to be Molly Quinn! You know, the girl from Castle?? She's perfect for Clary, not Emily Browning. Not good, not good! Otherwise, it's a great Cast, I love JACE, of course, but also Simon, Isabelle, and Alec's (So hot) choice of actors.

Take Your Kids to Work Day and Titanic 2

Ehe, today I went with my mom to her work and followed her around as she put boxes away and labeled things. It wasn't that big of a cool job, but it made me appreciate store clerks a lot more. I know, if I'll appreciate them even more, I'll have to start giving tips to each one I see. We pissed off her boss, who thought me and my friend Yae-ji were a little in the way. Psh, whatever, we weren't in the way, at least I didn't think so.

Okay, yesterday, I HAD A REALLY FREAKY YET AWESOME DREAM!! First of all, I usually get ideas for my stories from dreams, just saying. I just love dreams, good ones of course, cause you can escape from the real world and everything still feels so real. Okay, so here's what I dreamt, Titanic 2. I know I know, so Jessica, but it was really cool. Okay, it started off with Rose in a small plane, those ones that flip around and does tricks, and we follow her in the sky, and it felt like I was on one of those planes too, the feeling of being upside-down and EVERYTHING. Then she lands and it's a little blurry for me after that. We then go to Jack, who miraculously is alive, o.O, remember this is a dream. Any way, he worked at repairing ships, so that a thing like Titanic never happens again. Then, one day, Rose crash-lands on one of those in the sea platform ships they use for the military and stuff, and guess who goes and finds out what happens??? Okay, you guessed. They meet, stare at each other in awe, then Rose bursts out saying she's sorry. And Jack asks why. And she said for leaving him to drown while she got on a boat. And he said it was okay because he told her to do it in the first place. Jack had gotten on a boat himself after she left him, again, this is a dream. They awkwardly hug, unused to each other after so long, and Jack carries Rose into the bridge of the ship so they can check out her broken leg, which she got from the crash landing. Now I wished I had slept longer, but I woke up then. Really would have liked to know what happened afterwards. But sometimes I dream the same dream again, and it goes longer, so I'm watching Titanic to get it in my brain so that I can dream again!!

Pic of the day:

A panel of the City of Bones Graphic Novel, just released from Cassandra Clare herself. It's sooo cool, yet not what I had in mind when I read the book.

Body Works/Worlds

I really, really, don't know either it's Body Works or Worlds, but it was fun either way!! I LOVED IT!!! IT GROSSED ME OUT SOOO MUCH, THAT WHY IT'S SOOO COOL!!! Really, it does freak you out when you realize they are actually from dead people. There's this really freaky one of a pregnant woman, her belly cut open to reveal the baby inside. What's weird is that the model is from 1996, so the mother and baby died in 1996, the year of which our whole class was born in. o.O

Just finished up Eclipse, third movie of the Twilight Saga for those of you who've been in a black cave for this couple of years. It's got it's moments that, I must admit, is not the best, but I certainly enjoyed. It's weird, I guess I'm being bias, not really opening my eyes to see just how bad or good this saga is. But it's still not that good, way too cheesy for my taste. I really don't like it, still.

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Eh, gotta honour them one time.