“Oh no,” he said.

“Oh no is right,” I grinned sadly.

“It hurts…” it was a murmur, soft and sweet, his hand clutching is chest. His eyes widened, searching for something in the dark.

“I know it,” I whisper back, my hands running through his dark hair in gentle strokes. “It’ll be okay. We’ll get through this.”

“One more day,” he held up a single finger. “One more day and I go back home. Without...

"Oh no," he said.

"Oh no is right," I grinned. I saw the look of fear into his eyes as all the guys women and other people starting to surround us with their guns and knives. "Why!? Why are you always causing the danger! No wonder why I always have a wound on me!" My friend, Hannah whines at me. "Oh please you like the fun!" I retort back, looking at the people as I reload my gun.

The next few m...

“Oh no,” he says.

“‘Oh no’ is right,” I say, grinning and peeking around the corner. “Okay, so I see them all over there. It’s a pretty shabby camp, really—“

“Stay on track,” he says worriedly.

I glance at him and smirk. “Hey, they’re no big fish, aye? I bet they’ll run like I’m the boogeyman.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, his eyes wide as he stares ahead. “Luna, this is the worst po...

Oh no this can’t be right

The stings pull me here and there

Up and down

I can’t scream

But i laugh

This meniachial laugh

It is not my own

My body is not mine

And the strings hold me up

Squeezing me too tight

Oh no is right

I pull you here and there

Up and down

I silence your scream

which makes me laugh

My joyous laugh

But it comes through your mouth

You are a puppet

And the strings hold you up

S...

“Oh no,” he said.

“Oh no is right,” I said. “This is what you get for murdering my parents!” I lunge at him like a wild beast. He lets out this blood-curdling scream loud enough to shatter glass. I kick his head and blood oozes from his nose with a bloody crack. He screams like an injured animal.

“Please!” He screams. “Stop!”

“Not until you're dead,” I whisper pulling out a knife....

The dust settles slowly, like reluctant snow.

My ears are ringing. My vision is wrong—edges doubled, colors too bright, as if the world has slipped out of place. And she’s there, the girl I’m supposed to keep alive, the girl whose ribs grind with every breath, the girl who shouldn’t even be standing.

She whispers again.

“You promised.”

I freeze.

Not because of the words—players lie all the ti...

The apple of his eye, a phrase filled with a sick irony that was more than fitting in this context, no longer stood before him. She looked exactly the same, except for the bright, uncharacteristically joyous smile that plagued her face when she faced him, her eyes a bright, sickening red.

His hands were shaking, the wyvern blood they were drenched in dripping onto the floor like a leaky faucet. Sh...

I have got him cornered. He can't escape!

“Oh no,” he said.

“Oh no is right,” I grinned.

The reactor’s heartbeat faltered, and in that instant, the ship felt more like a coffin than a vessel.

He backed against the reactors core, his eyes darting for an exit that doesn't exist. Thanks to him triggering the alarm in the reactor, security will be here in no time.

"Surrender now," I said. "Hand...

“Oh no” he said.

“Oh no is right” I grinned

I went toward the lever, eyes staring right at him.

“ You don’t have to do this, I can keep playing the part and we can keep on going like we were.

I gripped on to the lever, as he gave a look begging of forgiveness.

“ It’s broken and can’t be fixed, it can never be replicated, it’s broken and it’s remains cannot be stitched together.” I continued...

Finally.

After days of camping in the forest with city-boy Beck, and weeks of organizing every detail of this trip right down to the socks I’d wear, we were about to see the fruits of our labor.

The gift left by my great-great-great Grandmother Norma when she murdered her husband in cold blood in 1822.

We were about to be rich.

“Ready?” I asked.

Beck nodded vigorously, holding his camera so l...