Sovereign-Bonus Chapter 2

Second bonus chapter already! More flashbacks…more lightshows of foreshadowing…I'm still offering up those cookies to anyone who understands why I'm doing this and what is going to happen (yet again I say, the answer is GLARING at you in the first chapter!!!) Now, onto the bonus chapter.

Before I start this chapter, I have a note to my good friend Flames Rising. Thank you for your review! I really don't care what you think, and I hope that that is obvious to you . No matter what you say, I'm not going to stop writing, I am not going to jump off a cliff, and I won't take any shit from you. Get over it. I know that my writing is at least acceptable, judging by the reactions of people who don't even know me, and people who do. I'm not an idiot, I can see whats going on in your head. Why exactly, my friend, have you not posted any stories yourself? If a piece of shit out of your ass could write better than I, I would like to see what you can do. I understand if you don't like my writing, I know that not everyone has the same tastes in writing just as they don't have the same tastes in music, theatre, or other subjects along those lines. That does not mean you have to insult people to get what you want.

And I am fifteen. Not five or six. Why the hell would I know what I include in my writing if I was five?

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"What's that on you're shoulder, my love?" the question came straight into the ear of the young girl. She shivered as his breath tickled her ear.

"What do you think it is, Perry?" she asked softly, still breathless from both his kiss and the intense sparring matches that she had just endured with the other members of the group. They were now back in their shared bedroom, and he held her on his lap as if she were his little baby.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say that my girl has a tattoo. But I know that's not possible,"

"Guess again," she smirked that devil-like smirk and moved her hair aside to show him the tattoo of a rose and a quote.

"Now that's pretty," he said, lightly stroking the tattoo with his lips and tongue. She sighed with pleasure, squirming around, but he held her hips still with his hands. He began to move up her neck. She was still squirming, completely helpless because he has pinned her wrists against her hips, which he held with his large hands. When he reached her ear, he nipped at the earlobe where she had 3 piercings but no earrings in. He then whispered lightly in her ear again.

"Any other bodily markings or piercings that I should know about?" was his question.

"I don't know. You'd have to find out yourself," she said to him, and before she knew what was happening, she was underneath him giggling madly as he ravaged her with his eyes one of his hands, the other holding her hands above her head, making her feel vulnerable, yet safe. He finally spotted the light gray mark he was looking for on her hip. He pushed the gray cami up to the base of her hips for a better look.

"I like this one," he said, tracing the gray and purple butterfly with his finger. He leaned back and inspected the girl he had beneath him.

"But this, I don't like," he said, his fingers trailing to her belly button where a belly button ring was visible. The girl grinned at him.

"Now you know my marks. What are yours?" the boy smirked at her.

"First I'd like to know how in hell you got my brother to let you get tattoos and piercings other than the first one in your ear," he told her. She couldn't move at all. He'd made sure of that.

"Remember when I gave the landlord of the building the urge to give us this apartment for free?" he nodded and she attempted to squirm out of her position, only causing him to adjust his position so she couldn't, causing her to whimper softly.

"Well, when I did that for the group, Foster said I could have anything I wanted. You know how he is with the rewards. I chose the tattoos, and he offered to pay, but I refused. He said if I got it for free I could do whatever I wanted. So I got all these. Foster freaked out, but learned to live with it," Wanderer smirked and brought his lips down to hers. Despite his dominating position, his kiss was still tender, still sweet, the opposite of what he seemed to be.

"Now you want to know my marks? I can't say I have anything as exciting as 7 piercings and 2 tattoos, but…" he rolled the sleeve of the blue button down he was wearing up to his elbow. On his forearm was a birthmark shaped like a heart. She smiled as he moved to roll up his sleeve and was able to squirm out of his grasp and settle close to him.

"So sweet," she said softly into his ear. His arms somehow made their way around her waist and pulled her close. She smiled and settled her head on his chest falling asleep knowing she was loved.

The young girl was only 13 years old, almost 14. She was sitting in the living room of an apartment. It wasn't much; there wasn't any furniture except for a small couch and beds in each of the 2 bedrooms, which had been left there by the previous owners. There were 5 people living here; the 13 year old, who's name was Sovereign, A 16 year old boy going by the name Wanderer, an 18 year old girl named Giver, Foster, a 25 year old man, and Shift, the baby of the group, who was only 12. Sovereign was sitting on the couch, weaving a bracelet made of colorful string. Her hair hardly covered a tattoo on her shoulder. She had given the man the urge to give her the two tattoos she had for free. She loved them, but hated the fact that she had stolen them, even though he had technically given them away. Now she was raising money for the group, even though she didn't understand why. Giver posed as a girl who wove and sold the bracelets Sovereign was making herself. Sovereign would have done so, but her eyes prevented that. So she made the bracelets with beautiful stitch work and masterful eye, even though knotting string didn't take much thought. There was a pile of finished bracelets beside her, all of them with stitches most of the girls making friendship bracelets in camps couldn't dream of mastering in the short time that Sovereign had taken.

"How do you sit there and just make those bracelets Sovereign?" it was Wanderer who asked the question. The boy was tall, muscular, and had no patience whatsoever.

"Contrary to popular belief, Perry, it doesn't take that much thought or effort to knot string," The boy just laughed and sat down, avoiding the pile of bracelets. He picked up one of the bracelets out of the pile, one that was completely black except for the dark green diamonds running down to the bottom.

"I wouldn't exactly call this just knotting string," he said lightly, placing down the bracelet to pick up another, this time one with white, purple, yellow, and blue in a zigzagging pattern. The girl just smiled at him, wondering if he could tell, being a telepath, that she had a crush on him. Not just a little crush, but one of those big ones you can never seem to escape. Meanwhile he was wondering if her empathic abilities were picking up his pure love for her, or if his emotions were just getting mixed into the air.

"Wanderer, you're giving me a headache," she said suddenly, dropping the string. He turned away, blushing slightly at the feeling of being caught.

"You're in love," she said solemnly, and walked into their shared bedroom, one of the three that were in the apartment she had gotten for them. Wanderer watched her leave the room, completely struck that she would just walk off like that. Finally he came back to reality, and he got up to follow her.

"Sovereign?" He found her, lying on their bed, staring at the ceiling, showing no emotions whatsoever.

"Sovereign?" he tried again to get some sort of emotion out of her but there was no difference in her expression.

"Dammit, Lynnie!" he began to get frustrated and she snapped.

"What the fuck do you want Wanderer?" she finally shot at him. He looked at her with strangely veiled eyes. He had never heard her curse before.

"Ok, that was just added to the list. Lets start from the beginning. How the heck do you know I'm in love? Wait…that one's probably a rhetorical question," he said and she continued to stare at him with somewhat cold eyes. Ok, with her eyes every look was cold, so very cold eyes.

"Second question: Do you even know who I'm in love with?" he asked her and she continued to glare.

"Wanderer, I think you should know the answer to that one. I'm an empath. I sense the emotion; I don't match it with what it's for," she said in short cut off syllables.

"Ok…third question: Will you believe me when I tell you who I feel that emotion for?"

"I have never had a reason in the past not to believe you, why do you think this'll be any different?"

"Would you believe me if I told you it was you?" he asked softly, drawing her close. She was silent for a while. It was then he noticed she was crying into his chest.

"Lynnie…why are you crying?" he asked her softly, and she smiled one of those mournful smiles.

"You're the telepath, you haven't figured that one out yet?" she said, putting her head down, hiding her eyes. He smiled and pushed her chin up so he could see the all black eyes except for the green irises.

"Don't hide your eyes from me, I go by what I said the first time I met you. I think they're beautiful,"

"That's nearly 6 years ago. Are you trying to tell me your opinion on my eyes has not changed yet?" she said, looking into his cinnamon eyes.

"Why would it change? It's the truth. There's just some people in this world to dumb to figure that out," she wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his shoulder.

"I love you too," she whispered into his ear before he drew her closer to him, never intending to let go. He even forgot to ask where the cursing came from.