Disclaimer: I do not own anyone that you have read about in a certain comic involving many mass murders. Elly is owned by Dirge for the Dead, as is Xavier. I own Trinity and Destiny ONLY! Characters such as Amanda, Andre, and Naomi own themselves.

Now, get ready for your minds to be blown with the next chapter of :dundundun: FATE: TO WRITE LOVE ON HER ARMS!

"Wow…" was all I could say when dad finished his story. "Anything else?"

"Not until now, no," he replied.

I stood up and brushed my some dirt off my jeans. "Well, I've heard a lot of lies in the past fourteen years, but that one was just stupid."

"Lie?" he asked. "It was the truth!"

"What could be so bad that you had to lie about, dad?" I asked.

"Trinity, I'm not-"

"You're not lying, sure," I replied, sarcastically. "Whatever, dad. I'm going out."

"But, Trinity-" I shut the door behind me to cut him off.

I didn't really have anywhere to go, so here I was, up on the roof of the house, trying to think.

I pulled out Xavier's sketchbook that I "borrowed" from him. I flipped through the first couple of pages until one picture caught my eye. It was done in charcoal and looked very familiar.

It kind of looked like…no, couldn't be.

Me?

Was Xavier drawing me?

I flipped through the book more and saw the same face over and over again. And now there was no doubt that this girl that Xavier was drawing over and over again was me.

I felt something in the pit of my stomach. Was it anger? Fear? Happiness?

…Love?

I didn't know.

Did I like Xavier?

I just don't know.

I laid back on the roof and closed my eyes to think. But eventually, that thought turned into a dream. A nightmare. I don't recall ever having one of those.

There was a girl, about sixteen with long black hair and a black t-shirt. She looked kind of like how Dad described that Elly person. I couldn't make out the words on her shirt. I guess that goes to prove that you dream with one side of your brain and read with the other.

She was talking to someone, but no one was there. Was she talking to herself? I didn't get it. I tried calling out to her for help, but my vocals weren't cooperating with me. She turned around and shot me a glare, her piercing green eyes reminding me of Xavier's glare. It was then when I realized I was in a dark, damp basement in chains and shackles. The girl lunged for me with a knife. I couldn't scream. I couldn't move. All I could do was watch as she came closer and closer until-

I woke up startled and panting. I was in my bed. That's weird, I remember falling asleep on the roof. Dad must of came and got me.

I looked at the clock beside my bed. 7:45. School was in fifteen minutes. I changed into black jeans and a black and red T-shirt that read "Real Men Don't Sparkle". I slipped on a pair of combat boots and changed the daily sign in my window from "Today is shimmering" to "Today is slowly eroding away". I love my daily signs. On my way out I glanced in the mirror and stopped. My brunette hair was so dark it looked black. In fact, you could only tell it was brunette by studying it up close. And who would want to get that close to me? I sighed. Someday, I'd have something done about my hair. Someday.

I grabbed my wallet and keys and zoomed out the door, locking it on my way out. I caught the bus just in time.

I stepped on and took a seat next to Naomi.

"Today is slowly eroding away?" she asked as I sat down. "And what's up with the outfit?"

"I had a bad night," I said, teasing her with the puppy-dog face.

She gave a short laugh. "Cute. But it needs work." She patted my head. "So, do you expect to be taken for a goth today?"

"Possibly."

"How can you do that if you won't even wear eyeliner?" she asked, reaching in her bag and offering m a tube of eyeliner and a mirror.

I pushed her hand away. "Aw, makeup's for clowns." I said, sticking out my tongue.

"Whatever you say," she said, putting the tube away. "But are you ever going to do anything about that hair? I mean, sometimes your outfits are cheery, but not with that black hair."

I frowned, "It's brunette."

She squinted her eyes. "Really? Huh."

I sighed. "Well, what's do you suggest?"

"A long pink streak, down your left- no, your right side."

She grabbed my hair and gave it a tug. I pulled away and tried to imagine what I would look like with a pink streak in my hair.

"Hi, Xavier."

"Where's my sketchpad?"

"Here," I replied, handing him the pad. He snatched it.

"Did you look in it?"

"What?"

"DID YOU-"

"Of course I did."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Well, if someone steals money from a bank, what do you think they'll do? Leave it aside until it gets all dusty or spend it?"

He still didn't say anything.

"Okay, fine. I'm sorry I took your sketchpad. Happy?"

"No."

"Well, what do you want me to do? Go back in the past and make sure I don't steal it? Excuse me for being fascinated in you!"

"…What?"

I paused, biting my tongue.

"Er- I mean…uh-" I stopped. "Sorry." I started to leave, when he stopped me.

"Trinity," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry I was such a jerk at first." I turned around. "Look," he sighed. "I'm never, ever going to sit with your little 'group' at lunch. But…" he eyed my disappointed face. "But…I'd be very grateful if you'd sit with me at lunch."

My face completely lit up.

"I knew this would happen," Naomi said. "She's mad at us, so she's sitting with Xavier."

"Why would she be mad at us?" Abelina asked.

"Because I told her how ugly her hair was this morning," Naomi replied, burying her head in her arms.

"You told her to get a pink streak," Andre replied. He then rolled his eyes. "I've got to stop sitting with girls."

"Oh, so you can leave too?" Naomi stood up and balled her fists. "No way, red-head! We will not be a three-some."

Andre put his hands up. "Okay, okay, I was just kidding."

Naomi sat back down. "Now, how do we get her back…"

Todd walked through the front door. He took off early from work. He wanted some time to think before Trinity got home. How could Trinity not believe him? Well, maybe because he told her that his wife's best friend was resurrected from the dead?

He sat on the couch and laid back, closing his eyes. He didn't want to argue about this anymore with Trinity, he just didn't want her to think he was a liar. He was telling the truth.

He leaned forward to cough. And once he did, he realized he should have held it in. In his hand, Todd saw he had coughed up blood.

He knew what it meant and he wasn't going to tell Trinity. He was, however, going to make Destiny come home.

Todd had tuberculosis.

DUN DUN DUN!

Will Trinity ever go back to her old friends? Does she actually like Xavier? WILL TODD DIE? Find out this and more in the next chapter of, :dun dun dun: Fate: To Write Love On Her Arms!

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And don't forget to check out- Crap; I forgot to tell you guys.

DIRGE IS BACK! She's writing Destiny again! So don't forget to check out Dirge's version, Destiny: A Range of Colours (except she spells it the American way). It's exciting because she's writing how Xavier's feeling about all of this.

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~Nikki-san

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