Okay, I know what you must be thinking. This must be the end. Hope so too. The girl: 'Ris' from my dreams and nightmares seem to have ended. Vanishing just as she had on the field. (for reference, my second dream journal AKA Playing with Fire, AKA that time Jayme and Phonso, decided to use my journal to put out a smores fire.)

In anycase, the girl I have dubbed as 'Ris' seems to have finally vanished. To be honest, I'm relieved. But, per Monocles request, I'm writing my (hopefully) final entry.

To recap:

The girl lived in some-sort of Lab.
The girl (Ris) appeared in a wasteland, surrounded by flames
She seemed to drift in and out of this wasteland and other places scattered over time. (for reference, my first journal, labeled The Experiment, per Monocles request.)
She seemed to work for a company (The Commission)
She then appeared fighting 'The Boy' on a rooftop for some reason (I don't remember)
She and the Boy then went searching for someone with a glass eye
She then appeared in around the time of Kennedy, being hunted by assassins.
She found the Boy again, the fought (seemed to be a common occurrence)
She was on the grassy knoll and killed Kennedy, something about a farm

She and the Boy said goodbye on a large field.

That's about it. I can't think of anything else to write Monocle.

She sighed, scratching out the final line, biting the tip of her pen. It was quite difficult to write down her dreams. When she wrote them, she was half asleep scrawling down words that she could barely even remember; smudging with her pens that ended up smearing bits and pieces of the paragraphs. She could barely even remember some of the dreams and forgotten more than half. Yet she didn't have the heart to fight him on it. He was family.

Even if they all thought of throwing him off a bridge.

"Hey Clary! We're getting pizza, you coming?"

She pushed chair back, leaning her head towards the door. "Yeah, I'm coming Phonzo!" she called closing the journal, setting the pen back on the desk. Grabbing her blazer, she ran out the door, passing Grace in the hallway.

"Hi Grace," she greeted, holding out the journal. "Do you mind giving this to Monocle for me?"

Grace smiled, her pure white teeth, glinting in the light. "Of course, Clarissa," she said, taking the journal from her hands. "Are you heading out with your siblings?"

"Going to get pizza for supper," Clarissa said with a smile. "Don't worry too much about cooking, okay? We'll get for everyone."

"Thank you dear," Grace said. "I'll see you later."

"Bye!" she called back, pulling on her red blazer, adjusting the black sparrow sewn on.

On the 12th hour of

the first day of October 1989,

16 women around the world gave birth.

This was unusual only in the fact

that none of these women had been

pregnant when the day first began.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric

billionaire and adventurer,

resolved to locate and adopt as

many of the children as possible.

HE GOT EIGHT (IN THE END)

NUMBER ONE AKA MARCUS, THE LEADER
CODENAME: STRONG-BOY
POWERS: SUPERHUMAN STRENGH AND ENDURANCE
PERSONALILTY: KIND-HEARTED, BUT STRICT
TO NOTE: A THAI FOOD HATER
CLARY'S NOTES: OLDER BROTHER -KINDA ANNOYING-BUT OTHERWISE OK.

NUMBER TWO AKA BEN, THE SECOND IN COMMAND
CODENAME: THE HORROR (LITERALLY)
POWERS: ABLE TO SUMMON ELDRITHC TENTACLES FROM HIS BODY (NAMLY THE ABDOMEN AND CHEST)
PERSONALITY: EVIL. TOUGH EXTEROIR, BUT A SOFTIE ON THE INSIDE (SOMETIMES, MOST TIMES HE'S JUST EVIL)
TO NOTE: EVIL.
CLARY'S NOTES: 2ND FAVOURITE. SOMEHOW

NUMBER THREE AKA FEI, THE BIRD GAL:
CODENAME: ALL SIGHT
POWERS: CROW MANIFISTATION, CROW SCRYING
PERSONALITY: SUPER COOL, BRILLIANT, CAN BE SCARY
TO NOTE: CAN TRANSFORM INTO A MURDER OF CROWS (RARE)
CLARY'S NOTES: BIG SISTER VIBES

NUMBER FOUR AKA ALPHONSO, THE FUNNY ONE
CODENAME: VOODOO
POWERS: EMPATHETIC MASOCHISM, ENDURANCE
PERSONALITY: EASY-GOING, KINDA SASSY, BUT NICE
TO NOTE: WILL EAT ALL YOUR CANDY
CLARY'S NOTES: ALWAYS HAS HIDDEN SNACKS, LIKES THE NICKNAME PHONZO

NUMBER FIVE, AKA SLOANE, THE MOM-FRIEND
CODENAME: DREAMER
POWERS: GRAVITY MANIPULATION
PERSONALITY: THE KINDEST PERSON YOU'D EVER MEET, GENTLE, LOVING, SUPER SMART
TO NOTE: HAS NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG IN HER ENTIRE LIFE
CLARY'S NOTES: MY FAVOURITE

NUMBER SIX, AKA JAYME, THE 'LONE-WOLF'
CODENAME: TOXIN
POWERS: HALLUCONOGENIC SPIT
PERSONALITY: QUIET, SASSY, GOOD LISTENER
TO NOTE: POTENTIALLY ABLE TO RELEASE HALLUCONOGENIC ABILITIES FROM SPIT AND EYES
CLARY'S NOTES: A GOOD SISTER, DON'T CALL HER SPITBUG, SHE WILL STRANGLE YOU

NUMEBER SEVEN AKA CHRISTOPHER, THE LOYAL ONE
CODENAME: THE CUBE
POWERS: ELECTICTY GENERATION, COLD, FEAR AND PARALYSIS INDUCEMENT, FLIGHT AND CONTAINMENT
PERSONALITY: FUNNY, CAN BE KINDA MEAN, OVERALL A GOOD SPORT
TO NOTE: HE'S A CUBE…YEAH
CLARY'S NOTE: GOOD SENSE OF HUMOR (I THINK)

NUMBER EIGHT AKA CLARISSA, THE TROUBLEMAKER
CODENAME: THE MIMIC
POWERS: MIMICRY, POWER DEACTIVATION, KNOWLEDGE REPLICATION
PERSONALITY: IMPULSIVE, SOFT-HEARTED, LOYAL, SNARKY
TO NOTE: A TEENAGER

REGINALD'S NOTES: MIMICRY CAN ONLY BE ACHIEVED WHEN NUMBER EIGHT HAD PHYSICALLY TOUCHED/INTERACTED WITH THE SUBJECT. CAN ONLY MAINTAIN POWER FOR EXTENDED PERIODS OF TIME THOUGH TRAINING/PRACTICE OF ABILITIES.

NUMBER EIGHT HAS STRANGE DREAMS AND OVERACTIVE BRAIN ACTIVITY WHEN ASLEEP
RECURRING NIGHTMARES OF VARIOUS APOCALYPTIC FUTURES
POSSIBLY PSYCHOMENTRY
NUMBER EIGHT TO BE STUDIED FURTHER.

"I said no pepperoni. No pepperoni, dumbass!"
"You said no mushrooms."
"I speak English!"
"So does my son."

"Do we seriously have to listen to this?" Clary said popping out her lollipop, hearing the arguing from down the road. "I'm gonna be late to watch Ducktails."

"We speak American, asshole." The guy's friend snapped, as they passed the window.

"You are an American asshole."

Clary laughed, putting her hands in her skirt pockets, watching the growing tussle between the two men and the father and son. "You know what, I'd wanna watch this."

"Let go of me! Let go!"

"Get outta my store! Get out of here!"

"Oooh…" she said, watching one of them narrowly dodge a punch. "You want it?" Clary lazily. Jayme shrugged. "Why not?" she said, pushing open the doors.

Clary sighed, tracing her tongue over her lollipop, waiting patiently for the sounds of breaking bones. The trip to Shorty's Pizza was about a 20 minute walk, but they made some of the best pizza's in town, which usually made it all worth it. Especially since it was Alphonso's favourite. Speaking of-

"Where's Jayme?" Phonzo asked, munching on a chocolate bar. Clary inclined her head towards the shop.

"Ouch." Phonzo said, watching Jayme kicking one across the face. Tossing his chocolate bar wrapper on the sidewalk, his mouth still full, he pushed the shop doors open. Clary throwing the wrapper and her lollipop stick in the bin, before she followed him. "Evening," she said cheerfully.

Neither son nor father were looking at her, staring between Jayme and Phonze, the father slowly pushing the pizzas in Jayme's direction.

"This better be pepperoni." Alphonso said, grabbing the pizzas of the counter. The man nodded.

"Thanks." Clary said, paused over the man on the floor. Placing her sneaker on his windpipe, stepping down. "You better pay, in full and a good tip." she said, moving her sneaker of his throat, before slamming it down on his back.

Hearing the satisfying crack of bones, and blood pooling from his nose, as he whimpered on the floor. She smiled at the owner and his son. "Have a good evening."

And we are back!

To be totally honest, I had a bit of a slump...which sort of worsened after the UA season 4 finale...yeah, but I started by writing journey with Ris and finishing her story, is exciting for me, so I'm eager! Hope you all enjoy this!

Till next time...