Heart in a headlock (11/10/2016)

Williamette Stone- Never coming down
Group love- Tongue Tied
Andy Black- We don't have to dance
The Calling- Wherever you will go
Amy McDonald- This is the life
Santana Ft Rob Thomas- Smooth

It took every ounce in my body of strength of the protect myself from his bone shattering blows. Every time his left foot crept forward mine crept back. To those who were to watch it could just seem like were doing an extremely heated intricate dance but we were actually battling. Not in practise this time but to the death or at least 'til one yielded however, that meant they would be shunned by society. And it seemed with my recent snarls he seemed to slightly cower and at those moments I chose to strike back twice as hard as before and now he was beneath me and near yielding. But, with that he swooped me over onto my back and had me pressed into the floor, his abdomen pressing against mine and his hands pinning mine above my head. And with that he chose to in-between his heated breaths kiss me. Once on my clavicle, once on my neck and then my jaw and when I couldn't take it any more I leant forward and received his lips in a truly welcoming manner. Its a good thing that when I said I battling to the death or yield I was lying, and that was my true part in our group. 'The Lier'. I was in charge of the group that way if we needed an easy exit or admittance I could lie myself into any situation.

I learnt this from an early age as I once went to get an ice cream from the corner shop and didn't have enough money and some how I managed to convince the shop owner that he had to pay me everytime I asked for an ice cream and so I got freebies plus a constant flow of money. How it happened I don't know but according to Ches that was my power.

Everyone of my kind had a power; Ches was able to see into the future, Rudy is telekinetic and Rayna could fly. We can all interlink with each others minds however, I can read minds with The Other. When you are on of us you belong to a unit and so you all mirror each others talents and personalities and you can only link to those in your link however, I can link or flow into everyone. Some believe it is because both of my parents are Chronicles (powered individuals who were good compared the bad powered individuals Eventfuls), usually you have one Chronicle/Eventful parent but that's not the case with me. This extra power not only makes me the most talented in my unit but in both the whole Chronicle army and the whole of the Eventfuls' army.

 

So after Max and I had ended our fight and making up we went to the auditorium ready for our morning brief. Recently the Chronicles have been having increased attacks at meeting points, the first time it happened was two months ago, one of the Chronicle elite's was meeting a C.I. and there was no show and that was when he went missing, and then three days later his body was found in the river. Since then this pattern has been repeated five times.


To be Continued

Scarred for life (04/10/2016)

Gavin DeGraw- I don't want to be
Sugarcult- Do it alone
Blossoms- Charlemagne
Walk the Moon- Quesadilla
Empire of the Sun- Walking on a dream
Two Door Cinema Club - Are we ready? (Wreck)
Arctic Monkeys - When the sun goes down


It took me all day for me to find the mark that he gave me, it was in the most indisposable position that only a near domino effect of mirrors were able to reveal it. It was 3 inches long and to everyone else it would simply seem like a fresh scar but I knew better than them. I knew that it was my mark, that warned all who dared to even look in my direction that I belonged to him. For every other girl thing belonging would feel all mushy and sweet as the man should typically possessive of his mate however, to me it creeped me out; not only the whole marking ritual which was fine by me except for the biting on his counterpart but the fact that my first will be my last as well. How did our ancestors feel on their marriage night knowing they having even broken their vow and yet know that there will be only one for them. How is that only enough?
And I stood there for what seemed like hours, which in reality was only 5 minutes pondering about soul mates and if I truly believed in that whilst still standing in my near-nakedness. My hair looked as though I had been dragged through a bush backwards, luckily I didn't bother putting on make-up yesterday otherwise I would have looked like a cross between Alice Cooper and Cruella DeVille and though there were no visible bruises the passion from our last encounter had at the least bruised by muscles to extent that even Bridget Jones after cycling from her apartment down to Dorset would be crying.
But, my tears weren't from pain they were strangely from happiness though for the life of me I didn't understand why. Obviously why body needs to tell my emotions what exactly I'm feeling before displaying it.