Before the reviews, what should the 4 year aniversery chapter be? (I really need ideas guys!)

~Ivystornrandomness~

Good luck with those exams! I apologize for the late upload this week XD And no, I'm not quitting :P

I'm actually home bound due to medical reasons, so it would be a miracle if Azra and I were IRL friends XD I have met some of you readers over the past few years though and those are always very special moments ;) We're writing friends, I'm actually Azra's beta-reader/assisstant for their story Hexagon (also warriors) and Co-Writer of our combined joint account :P

I love Japanese! I can speak a couple fluently being English, ASL, and Latin, but I can read in Greek and Japanese and speak broken parts of a few others :P

I really need to do more with Ivypool don't I? XD

~Doctordonna39~

To be honest that piece was supposed to be this week's piece but I screwed up and uploaded a chapter to the wrong story soo XD As for the compliment you're welcome! I love giving compliments! :D

P.S Audiobooks are coming soon ;)

~HollyleafML~

So many reviews! Xd Thank you so much for giving me feedback on each piece! I'm glad you like the early ones! (They're soooo old though that they're embarrassing! XD)

I must make you a Briarfeather shipper! XD

Ivybreeze? I love the couple I just struggle to write them (just ask the poor souls that request those XD)

Bree is a pure golden soul who would be the one person in the world IRL that could bring anyone and everyone together ^_^

The singing world AU is one of my favorites too! :D

Anyway, I wanted to do a scary Halloween Chapter and recently I had been working on some rewrites for FFLH (I need to abbreviate all of my stories XD) and this came to mind :P It's exactly what I was hoping for and readers?

Meet

Cynthia's

Dark Side

P.S Listen to epic or spooky music with this starting about 30 seconds before. It helps set the mood and makes the short story more effective…

Sing Like A Canary Sam, Or I'll Send You Where You Belong

Fighting For Love and Hope World

(Halloween 2019 Special)

This is going nowhere! Cynthia grit her teeth together, feeling them grind against each other as she set her jaw.

Holly had been interrogating Sam for the past hour and gotten nowhere. The cocky man was sitting in a relaxed position, an arm thrown over the back of most of his chair with his feet propped up on the table. All the while not answering any of the subdivision leader's questions.

"Cynthia," Haliah warned her younger sister, watching her irritated movements out of the corner of her eye, "stay here and wait for Holly to be finished."

"Yeah?" Cynthia gave her sister a glare, "he knows where my brother is. Try and stop me Haliah. If Brad couldn't hold me down when I was twelve what makes you think I can't take you down too?" The usually soft fire in her sapphire blue eyes were glowing wildly, her expression as cold as stone while her eyes were violent and unfeeling. Just like when she had been forced into cage fighting as a four-year-old child.

"Sam deserves a chance to live-"

"Sam can go to hell for all I care," Cynthia told her sister coolly as she walked away, heading toward the interrogation room with getting answers on her mind. "In fact," she said, stopping in her tracks to look behind her at Haliah with a cold violent look in her eyes. "I'm damn sure that's where his miserable excuse of a life belongs. In the depths of Hell where unless he gives me the answers, I want he'll be by tomorrow morning."

"Holly it's my turn. Clear out." Cynthia spoke to her subdivision leader with a growl as she slung a small black bag over her shoulder and approached the interrogation room. "This is my brother we're talking about."

"Cynthia I cannot let you into the interrogation room with Sam. Haliah lock the doors-"

Cynthia held up a hand and blocked the doors from shutting, her fingers denting the metal from borrowing Leon's super strength. "Holly you're my best friend, and you know that I respect you. However," her eyes flashed darkly, "this time I don't listen to orders."

With that she strode across the room to stand in front of Sam, her glare threatening to eat him alive. "Alright, enough of the games Sam," she slowly placed her hands down onto the table in between them, "where is my brother?"

"Cynthia-"

"Holly," Cynthia pointed to the door, not taking her eyes off Sam, "out. I'll get this little canary to sing. Because either it sings within the hour, or I kill it."

"Cynthia that's not- "

"I don't care about your ethics code Holly. Sam took my brother and crippled me." Cynthia straightened up and placed her bag on a table in the back. Removing a roll from it and unrolling the cloth bundle to reveal various knives and bullet magazines. She unholstered her knockout ammoed pistol and disengaged the clip before putting it down.

Only for a knife to split through the air like lightning to embed itself in the glass directly behind Sam's head all the way up to the hilt. "One wrong move Sam and your ability to listen to those screams from torturing victims you love so much will be gone." Cynthia's voice was eerily cold and deadly as she spoke, seeming to have not even moved from picking up a different magazine to throw the knife. "Holly, this is the last time I'm asking you, leave."

"I can't Cynthia. It's against policy- "

A split second later with a click of a magazine and disarming the safety, Cynthia was holding her pistol sideways. The barrel aimed at Holly. "I said, out," she said slowly, "this fight is mine. Sam and Brian made it personal kidnapping my brother."

"You wouldn't dare fire a knockout bullet in here, it would knock us all out."

"You're right," Cynthia agreed and aimed at the wall, closer to Sam before pulling the trigger with a sharp bang. No gas emitted from the bullet, and the bullet itself was only squished, it didn't shatter. Cynthia flipped the safety and disengaged the magazine, allowing the bullets to face Holly. "nine-millimeter hollow points, no knockout bullets." Then in a flash she had the gun put back together and aimed back at the subdivision leader, her expression flat. "Now is this threatening enough?"

"I know you wouldn't shoot me," Holly replied tersely, green eyes rather unsure.

"You're right, I won't shoot you. However…" Cynthia turned the gun on Sam, toward the table and fired.

Causing Sam to yelp and lift his hands to cover his face, shock portrayed on his features as splinters from the black table sprayed him.

"I wonder how many bullets will it take to go through the table and nail him in a very uncomfortable spot." Cynthia drawled, standing there without a single change of expression.

Sam yelped despite himself, pressing himself closer to the back of his chair. "Two? Maybe Three?" She brought the gun closer to her face and lightly tapped it, as it seriously thinking about it. "Four? That's very unlikely, okay you know what? How about we find out… right now?" She re-aimed the gun at the table, exactly like she had previously, her expression completely unwavering and rather careless and cold.

"Okay, okay," Holly reluctantly moved toward the door, not wanting Sam to be further injured.

Cynthia holstered the weapon and picked up one of her silver knives from the small table nearby. Idly flipping it as she approached Sam with an uncaring expression. Leaning on the table, she put the knife down in front of her, allowing Sam to look at the intricately designed blade and grip.

"I'll leave, but Cynthia- "Holly tried to speak, but trailed off at the expression Cynthia gave her as she looked over her shoulder at her.

Cynthia's blue eyes were warning her to leave now before she did anything to make the situation worse. Her eyes also spoke of the promise that she would get the information, no matter the results. Even if Sam died there in that interrogation room, Cynthia would get the answers she needed.

Reluctantly Holly left the room, leaving the prisoner and captor alone. This time, the rolls were reversed, with Cynthia being the captor and Sam being her prisoner. The person who was going to be "interrogated."

For a moment Cynthia said nothing, walking around the table and waiting for the red light on the interrogation camera to turn green.

BANG!

The moment it turned green Cynthia fired at it with her gun, shattering the lense and making it unusable. Simultaneously as she did that, she threw a handful of glass bullets at the window behind Sam. Splattering the glass with an opaque red liquid that simulated blood for fake injuries.

Sam stared at her, fear gleaming in his mousy brown eyes as Cynthia leaned to one side. Her ponytail following suit, as she pulled a device from her left ear and casually dropped it on the floor. "What do you think Sam? How about we're completely…" She crushed the device with the toe of her combat boots, "alone."

Cynthia casually reached over the table, her arm inches from Sam's and picked up the knife on the table sliding onto it to be partially sitting on it. Playing with her knife with one hand. "Now, here's the thing Sam," she said, speaking purposefully slow, "you kind of took one of the two most important things to me. The first being my field partner and bonded other-half Leon, and the second being my little brother. That last member of my family to not abandon me." Her gaze strayed lazily toward him, "which you would know wouldn't you?" She grasped Sam's hand and used her knife to cut open the tip of his finger, "go on, you forced me to wear blood as warpaint for years."

"I honestly can not believe how rotten to the core you really are, even as a child," she said as she watched Sam wince as he applied the blood to his face, in streaks on his cheekbones and under his eyes. Shivering at the weird sensation of how sticky it was against his skin. "It's hard to believe you're only what, four years older than me? That means at eight years old you were forcing me to the ground and smearing streaks of my own blood on my face. Despite how at first, I'd cry, and plead with you to get off me. Even then you never did."

"You're not sunshine and rainbows either," Sam hissed, and Cynthia pulled his head back a decent amount, exposing his throat and choosing to instead, putting her knife against his cheek and pulling it across. Causing the stubble that had built up to fall to his lap.

"Next time," Cynthia whispered in his ear as she let his head go and purposefully brushed her nose against the side of his head in a bone chilling manner, "I won't be so nice. Watch what comes out of that disgusting mouth of yours." She then took her seat back on the table and looked at him, "now, where were we?" She mused, "ah, I remember." She looked at him, "I was what? Eight? When you started sneaking in my cage? As if ruining my aversion to blood wasn't bad enough, you had to make it nearly possible for me to be okay with anybody touching me too right?"

"So?" Sam spat with a smug smirk, "what about it? Do you want me to apologize or something?"

"For something that happened almost twenty years ago?" Cynthia snorted, "no that's not why I'm helping you remember all of this stuff." She suddenly slammed his head against the table, pinning his head there by the neck, making sure he couldn't see the furious tears in her eyes. She leaned over, her bangs obscuring her blue eyes, "Do you remember when you and Brian beat the hell out of me during 'interrogation?' Where you shattered my leg to a million pieces and I passed out?" She put more pressure on his head, "who knows what you did to my body while I was passed out from blood loss and at your mercy. Thinking about it, do you know who knows? You, Brian, and me." She increased her pressure on his head once again, "because I never told Leon what you did to me, ashamed that I couldn't stop you again. Just like when I was a cage fighter."

"You were unconscious," Sam spat, "how could you know what we did or didn't do?"

"Because Sam, I may have been unconscious, but you better believe that a part of my remembers the trauma and invasion of my privacy and personal space." Cynthia hissed into his ear, her whisper practically promising his death, "and the part of me that remembers struggled to look my own bonded partner in the eye for months even though I was engaged to him at the time." She roughly lifted Sam's head, "and you know what? I couldn't let him touch me for weeks either after my recovery. Because somewhere in my mind I knew what happened, and I knew you two were responsible."

"Why're you telling me all of this?" Sam spat at her, "It happened in the past!"

"Because," Cynthia said and pulled Sam upright to hold her knife to his throat, the blade causing beads of crimson blood to taint the silver. She spoke in his ear, a deadly hiss. "If you didn't have answers that I want, I would've killed you before anyone else found you. I'm the one who saved you from that blast."

Sam's eyes widened and he breathed in sharply.

"If you hadn't let it slip about Miles, I would've slit your throat and blamed the blast," Cynthia breathed in his ear, the air tickling his skin in a creepy manner. "So, thanks for telling me that, because now I can pull it out of you. Wither you like it or not."

End

Btw visit my Instagram ( tigercryrocks) that after forever I'm beginning to upload stuff from various fan art to this week's PhotoShop project Happy Halloween + WHSS art

And by Sunday a Chibi of Jay wearing a car eared headband ;)