-1This is based on Silvarbelle's 50 sentences theme, short fics, poems with some random words that popped in my head. Jia-Li, Jaxith, Jade, and Raven belong to me, all other characters belong to Hui.

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Today's words are: Nightmare on Elm Street, Reprimand, Pudding, Clever, Talkative, Bolt, Grave, Lost, Velassi, Nut House, Secrets, Snow, War, Battlefield, Monkey Staff, Eyes

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One, two, Chase is coming for you. Three, four, better lock your doors. Five, six, get your Shen Gong Wu. Seven, eight, better stay up late. Nine, ten, never sleep again.

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"Why do I have to reprimand the kids? They're yours too, Chase."

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Jia-Li stirred the dark mixture slowly working the lumps out until it became smooth as silk. The albino placed the large mixing bowl off to the side to check on his roast when a electric snap/yelp sounded behind him as he pulled dinner out of oven and placed the pan beside the pudding, which still crackled with Heylin magic.

Jia-Li dully eyed the burnt fingertips of father's hand. "Sire didn't tell you I've been working on my protection spells, has he?"

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Mr. and Mrs. Spicer sipped their coffee with muffled laugher in front of Le Mime Café watching a usually talkative Jaxith try to mimic the mime teaching Jia-Li.

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Jack Spicer smiled at his sons latest conquest. He was so proud at how evilly clever his boys were.

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Jack loaded the bolt into the crossbow gifted to him by the queen and randomly took aim. The sliver arrow let out a hawk like screech as it tore through the air piercing the heart of his son.

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The twins stood before their grandparent's grave alone yet surround by people that so called cared. Slowly, every faceless adult left their side one by one seemingly forgetting them in the October chill. The icy breeze tossed the colorful leaves about them bring the frosty scent of autumn. Jaxith crumbled beside his silent twin balling his little fists to his eyes to stop the flow of tears, but they wouldn't making his tiny body shack with each sob.

"I told Lao my vision," droned Jia-Li, lowing ivory lids over crimson orbs. "She did not heed my warning." The youth opened his eyes when the scent of magic drifted to him, sweeping his gaze pass his weeping brother to the dark figure within the shadows of a large maple tree. Jia-Li's ruby stare fell upon gold and held it, ancient wisdom far beyond the youthful face of the other laced with evil did not faze the six year old. "Chase Young…I foresaw --" the boy stopped, lowing his eyes as he placed his small-colorless-hand upon his twin's shivering shoulder. "Choose what you wish…it will all end the same."

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Mortal monk chaste and true

Dark path revealed immortal master of all

Soul lost beast dwells within

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Hot, so very hot.' thought the Velassi as he pulled and tugged at the stone door that lead to the world above. Jack sighed in bliss at the first wisp of cool air caressed his heated skin only to hiss in displeasure when the wind yanked the door from his loosened grasp, sealing the icy breeze from the stifling stairwell. With a grunt the young Father was able to make a gap big enough for his slight frame to slip through, as soon as he stepped passed the threshold and into winter's embrace a light mist began to form around him like a fine white silk.

The bluest moon he had ever seen shone down upon him from a starless sky. A harvest moon to mortals, but a sign of good fortune to those of Velassi blood on this eve of All Souls Night. The snow briefly crunched beneath the Velassi's feet before it was quickly smelted away by the Father's unnatural body heat, leaving a trail of small footprints behind in search of deeper colder snow. The fare skinned male found only miner relieve in a large snow bank for it to melt as soon as his skin touched it, cursing the council and hating this night of the year as he sought out another bank. It was because of them that he was a other one of their failed experiments in keeping their kin alive, but only exceeding in dwindling their numbers. A light flurry began to fall soothing and irritating him, the tiny flakes cooled him for but a moment and made his skin hotter then before as it evaporated. Jack snarled slashing at the air and wishing it was one of the elders he clawed at and not falling snow.

The Velassi was suddenly snapped out of his sour thoughts when a deep growl sounded some feet from his left. Instinctively the Father hissed and took a step back, his claws at the ready.

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Jaxith sped down the whitewash halls of Xue Fang Hospital for the mental disable (just a nicer way of saying nuthouse). Turning sharply to the right, a scowl forming at the sight of three white coats and two muscle-bound blues.

"Did you hurt him?" snipped Jaxith, already peering through the small window mounted into the metal door, at the slumped form in the middle of the padded room. Blood stained hair pooled about the bound creature like tattered silk.

"He is unharmed, Mr. Spicer," said the doctor with an almost loathing tone to his voice. "But my employee he attacked was hurt."

"Did your 'employee' provoke him?" pulling his gaze from the viewing glass, to stare coolly at the doctor. The overhead lights shone eerily in his golden eyes.

The doctor refused to cower before the Dragon of Spicer Corp. thinning his lips and puffing out his chest. He hotly said "your brother Mr. Spicer, has refuse to sleep. This is not good for his mental or physical health."

Jia-Li bowed his head against his upraised knee a veil of dyed blood and white strains of hair surrounded him with the scent of iron and flowers. The young man's ears perked at the sound of his brother's voice, but it was the static like snap of dark magic and the shift of shadows that brought up the youth's head. Bloodshot eyes tried to focus on the blurred figure standing before him -- the drugs the doctor force upon him made his body feel relax and numb while his mind fought to stay awake.

Trapped between the realms of dreams and the waking world, Jia-Li was unable to fight back the visions of the past clashing with the present. A voice disused for ten years softly rasped out as the other slowly approached.

"Hate and pride flashes from his golden gaze as a cold smirk graces his mask of evil," the figure grew clearer and crouched low until golden eyes leveled with red, "which hides his saddened past and lonely present. A beast instead of a soul dwells within him…" Jia-Li blinked trying in vain to clear the haze. Chase reached out and cradled his son's cheek, Jia-Li's mind already lost to the madness of his visions.

The warlord grasped the youth's jaw and leaned in to brush his lips lightly against his broken child's brow -- a quick twist, the sound of a wet snap briefly filled the room.

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The sky was a splash of red and gold--the sun sinking low into her horizon home as her brother night ate away her warmth and colors of day so he may lay his clock of dark-velvet and starlight upon the world. As the last rays of sunlight were snuffed out like a low-burning flame in an endless pool of its own wax, putout by night's breath and the soft-cool-glow of the rising moon.

Raven lay comfortably on the large bedroll he shared with his pale lover, his ivory warrior as he like to call him when they argued or fighting the forces of evil just to see a glare of anger flash so briefly in his scarlet eyes before they become masked with calmness.

"Are the candles on, Raven?" came Jia-Li's voice from a darkened doorway.

"Just a moment," the warrior quickly turned out the lights and lit the many candles chattered about their room with just the sheer will of his mind and waited in the false sunlight like glow from a fifty or so white and red candlesticks.

Raven had asked Jia-Li once why did he prefer the candlelight over electric light. The pale youth had given him a look, well nothing very expressive for say just a mere lift of his dark brow and stated in his deadpan voice though tinted slightly with annoyance that modern light and sunlight hurt his eyes when he didn't wear his UVR contact-lens and that was the end of that question and more…for now. "Everything's good."

Jia-Li stepped out of the shadows and into the warm orangey-yellow glow of the many small flames that flickered and swayed to the phantom music they could only hear. Jia-Li hid a wince as he lowered his lashes.

"Do they bother you? I put too many on didn't I?" Raven went to put them out when his lover merely shook his head.

"No, its just the color, it's a little too bright that is all." Jia-Li held up his right hand and conjured a small bluish-black flame in his palm. He gave his lover a 'I wish I could smile' face as he lowered himself to the bedroll. "Promise you won't tell the others." he whispered as the dark flame broke apart and swallowed the others until the room was thrown in a tint of blue.

"Why hid such a thing?"

"Because it is Heylin magic and the others don't know I use it at times." he said all this while leaning into his lover until they both laid upon the soft sheets. Jia-Li laid his snowy head on Raven's sun-kissed chest, ghosting his pale hand along the warrior's ribcage. His searching fingers found one of his favorite birthmarks just above his dark lover's hipbone--tracing the 'S' shape dragon with the pads of fingertips, another 'I wish I could smile' look came upon him when the birthmark went from flat to a raised relief as if it wanted to be petted.

"Then why share such a gift with me? Aren't you afraid I might tell the others." quoting the same words that Jia-Li had said to him some years back. Placing his hand upon Jia-Li's robe clad shoulder stilling the young man's hand at his hip.

"It's bad enough they think we might turn on them like rabid dogs," Jia-Li's voice carried a hint of bitterness as he returned to studying the little dragon. "I-I trust you," he whispered lifting his head up from his warm pillow. "You were the first to look at me without disgust or false charm and you treat Jaxith as if he were your blood brother." he paused for a short moment. "I promised to keep your secret and I have kept it…will you keep mine?"

Raven smiled revealing his fangs as he cupped Jia-Li's cheek "I will keep it close my bloved or let my kindred hunt me down and spilt my heart in twain with my blo--"

Jia-Li silenced him with a kiss, the tip of his tongue teasing the sensitive muscles that detracted and retracted the deadly weapons. Raven's growl vibrated his chest as he deepened the kiss, their dueling tongues demanding submission. Jia-Li ripped his lips away panting for breathe his eyes lowered and head turned to the side, the fall of his snow-white hair hid his blush. Raven gathered his blushing lover into his arms.

Jia-Li rested his head on Raven's shoulder. They were cuddled for some time when Jia-Li finally spoke. "Thank you." he sighed into the tanned hollow of his lover's throat. "for everything."

"I should be the one thanking you," kissing the tip of Jia-Li's elfin like ear. "without you I would still be in darkness…you gave back the light I thought I lost long ago."

They fell asleep in each others warm embrace as blue light threw shadows across the walls. The distant song of a nightingale whispered sweetly upon the night breeze--unbeknownst to the two lovers that fate's plan would take one and tear the a other into insanity.

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Satin skin like pure snow

Orbs of crimson silken strains of sunset

Dragon's lover and heart…soul

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Mind burden with the sight

Inner war between beast and human heart

Sanity shattered in dragon's keep

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Jia-Li cradled his brother's bloody form, their bond severed as emotions flood his being. Tears only his twin could shed for him now streamed down his cheeks as he rocked back and forth -- a heart wrenching scream echoed across the battlefield, which turned into a bellow of an animal's cry.

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Both Jack and Jaxith flipped a coin to see who can play with the Monkey Staff first.

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The heylin seer curled about the dragon of the wind his snow-white hands stroking the Brazilian's chest while his sharp nails tore the bound warrior's tunic. The colorless soothsayer tenderly cupped Rai's chin turning his head until their eyes met. "I like the color of your eyes they're go perfect with my collection."

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A.N. and I'm spent, I tried to do the whole 50 but I stopped at 16