Don't ask me what I was thinking. I dont know anymore... next few posts are going to be done by my good mate ShinigamiPhoenix.. cause I'm on holidays and I don't want you guys to miss out.. I swear I've been lazy recently havent writtend a bloody thing... well gtg.. and hour before the bus leaves and a whole chapter to write...

Demonrogue13: of course i like your story.. its wicked... I think your all added on too. no idea what my computer is doing somedays. im glad you like my story... can't wait to catch your next chapter...

Shinigamiphoenix: wheeeeee..... cliche huh? thought you'd like it... sebastians a creep. yep. remys a bastard. yep, but wat comes next.? read on and find out.. the next eight or nine chapters are winging your way soon... okay stop screaming... furthur instructions enclosed in the e-mail..... i havent sent it yet.. read this chapter and wait......

She was afraid,

She didnt like it one bit.

It was freezing cold.

White light everywhere.

Nowhere to hide.

Nowhere to run.

She kept to the shadows,

Had done it all her life.

Keeping herself hidded from him.

And his hands.

His breath laced with whatever he had drunk,

And the hands.

Wandering.

Poking

Prodding

Punching.

So she kept to the shadows..

Then they consumed her.

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"Serina, where the fuck are you!" He was screaming and breaking things, looking wildly around her room. She wasn't in there but he looked anyway. Turning over her desk and scattering her poems everywhere. Paper fluttering to the floor, being stomped over by the monster that she called father. Not long before she had melted into the shadows. Cowering from him, knowing that he would find her. When he came in he looked for her but walked past her. Six or seven times. She was sure he was playing with her. Prolonging the beating till he was ready to admit he could see her.

"Little slut. Just like your mother... Where are you Serina." More crashing. He opened her wardrobe. Nearly every item within it was black. She liked black, it helped her hide. Kept people away from her. They took one look at the double pierced ears, the dog collar and the black clothes and immediately labled her a miscreant. She didn't care, just sat there reading her philosophy books. He hated her doing that; he didn't like her doing anything.

She'd stayed hidded till he had worn himself out, all the yelling and screaming taxing his throat and his voice becming hoarse. He left her room in a mess and she had sat looking at it. Carfully stored poems torn and in pieces on the floor. Her books and clothes throw over the place. As if a bomb had hit it. Worse still, he hadn't seen her, she was invisible to him. She held a hand up in front of her face and looked at it... it seemed solid. She stood and looked at the wall. It was shadowed, she put her hand against it; it slipped into the shadows, as if her hand had been swallowed up.

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She had screamed.

Retracted her hand and sat down

Tears running from her eyes.

It wasn't true.

Couldn't be true.

She wasn't a mutant.

She couldn't be

He'd kill her.

He hated them

And he wouldn't hesitate to hurt her.

He'd kill her.

Unless she didn't give him the chance.

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The ambulance officers looked at each other in mute horror as they sped towards the hospital. Teenage suicides had increased since the Friends of Humanity had begun insisting that mutant registration be made mandatory. But the gash running along the pale teenager's arm was somthing else. As they pushed the trolley into the emergency doors she lay quite still, as if accepting that she was going to die. As if she truly wanted to slip away. One of the student doctors helping in the ER took a look at the wound and whistled low.

"How much blood has she lost?"

The ambulance officers couldn't begin to relate the horror of the blood on the soft powder blue carpet. Bandaging the arm as quickly as possible, wrestling the knife from her hand, hooking her up to an IV. It had all happened so fast.

"She has lost a substantial amount of blood, self inflicted wound. Gash to the bone, inflicted by a serated kitchen knife. Running from start of her wrist to the the crook of her elbow. She's been given two blood transfusion bags. It's extensive damage though. She cut through to the bone."

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That scar still ran along her arm.

Marring her near perfection body.

Dark waist length brown hair,

Deep chocolate brown eyes,

Huge scar on her arm,

After that poeple stopped talking to her,

Said she'd become depressed, self obsessed.

She didn't care.

None of her friends were freaks

Not like she was,

A mutant.

With the powers to melt into the shadows...

To use them to hide,

Or to break out of them to kill...

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The offer had come for the most unlikely of places. But it was welcomed none the less. The park after dark. She had been at the library, dreading to go home. He was waiting for her there. Her father, he hadn't visited her in hospital but she made the excuse that he was busy. He was always busy. Running around after Sebastian and his club, hoping to get into the inncer circle. He came home drunk night after night, yelling abuse and hitting her. He broke her arm once. She went to school the next day with it in a sling. It wasn't until a teacher noticed the pain she was in made her go to the nurse.

Then people started realizing that she had a problem at home. They tried to take her away from him. But they failed. Too much money lead to too much power, he payed the right people and won the court case. After that people stopped trying. But the offer was the unexpected glimmer of hope she had been searching for.

A young robed man stepped out from behind a tree and moved to where she sat, her head bent with the painful prospect of having to return home to her father.

"I know the pain that you feel." His voice was unmistakably English, and her head snapped up at him, ready to defend herself. He nodded politely at her, gesturing to the bandage that encompassed her forearm. "You cut yourself? Couldn't think of another way to escape him?" He was a stranger but she nodded all the same. "What if I could offer you the chance for revenge?"

She regarded him with dark eyes that questioned; she had been ready to give up, suddenly this unknown stranger comes along offering revenge, it was too good to be true.

"What do you mean?" The first words she had spoken to him were shaky; she knew she sounded curious and cursed herself for letting him know she was interested. He grinned at her, a boyish grin that lit up his face.

"My name's James," he said, "And you're Serina, don't worry, we've been watching you for a while now." She stood up, suddenlly afraid of this young man and his swirling robes.

"What do you mean?" He realized he had her on edge and pulled up his sleeves. Long scars traced up both arms, tiny holes on each side indicating that he had recently had stitches removed from them.

"I know why you did it and I know that your father is Andrew Matthews, a member of the Hellfire club. I was sent to offer you the same choice I was given, a chance to take control back in your life."

She had frozen at the sight of his scars and let his words wash over her. "So, you know who my father is and you cut yourself? So what? How does this involve me.?"

The smile returned to his face and his eyes danced lightly, he pushed down his sleeves and bowed to her with a florish of his robes. "Miss Serina Matthews, have you every heard of the acolytes?"

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lol, cliff hanger hey. Enjoy until next time!