My Father cried for a long time, I lost track of his tears and his sobs but eventually he stopped. He turned towards me and with dry eyes and a healed heart. That was all he ever needed he was a big wuss, he was no threat as I had previously thought he was just a man with a broken heart. And all he needed was for me to know the truth. I now I did, and I was going to use it to find my Mother.
Lea: Ok, recap: I have siblings, and . . . . .

Dad looked at me sideways.

Lea: That's all I got.

Dad: What do you want?

Lea: I want my Mother, No. I want my family.

Dad: Well you know what we need to do.

Lea: Yeah I do.
I sighed and looked into the morning sky, contemplating what else I would find out on this journey. What would it do to me, could i sustain any more emotional trauma. Guess I'll have to find out.

Lea: Start from the beginning.

as we drove to the outskirts of the city, we could both feel the tension hanging in front of us. neither of us really knew anything about this place, and all that we did know was taken from a bunch of rumours on the net.

but there was no denying the massive building that had just appeared in front of us.
it was huge, at least eighty stories, with a massive lightningrod attatched to the top, which added a good 5 stories onto that.

as we approached i had a bad sense nothing good could come of this, confirmed by the sounds of screaming i heard from inside!
we ran, as fast as we could, to the front doors, only to see a man suspending people by their necks, using what can only be described as tentacles, that sprouted from his chest.

as i retched, he turned his attention to us, launching six or seven tentacles our way. I just ducked in time, but he caught Elle up in a few of them.
she screamed, as he lifted her into the air.

"leave her alone!" i shouted, hoping that this.... creature spoke english.
no reply
"laisser elle seule!" who knows, maybe it was french? definately looked it...
"umm.... lassen sie sein!" i tried.
it noticed the german one, and looked my way
"nein" it said, german for no.
"fine" i replied, "Elle, do your worst."

she smiled at it, causing it to look confused, then unleashed a flurry of electric arcs, zapping it all over. as it screamed in pain, it began to let go of the people it was holding up, before finally letting go of Elle. she kept going, until there was nothing left but a pile of ash.

the people in the reception looked slightly worse for wear but, God bless them, they did the best they could to regain composure, and asked what we would like.
"Do you know where we could find any of the following people?" i asked, handing one of them a list of names.
"I can search our database for them, just a minute" she said, as she limped off into a back office.
she returned five minutes later with a list of places.
"here you are" she replied, before giving us a smile and asking why we needed this list.
"we're trying to.... get in touch with some old friends" i replied, grinning

now we knew where to go.

So I started from beginning like I said I would. I left my father in the park, with a promise to find him before it was over. He frowned with his lips but smiled with his eyes. Truth be told if we followed the plan we may never see each other again. So he told me the name of the town that we lived in and I was on my way. I knew that I could get there faster if I just teleported but my memories of this place were few and none of them could help me travel.

So I hopped on a bus to somewhere and waited, My father had told me how to get there but somehow I knew directions were worthless I'd find the place by pure instinct even if I didn't remember where it was.

And a bus and a train ride later, I arrived in a desert area void of any life of any kind. No bunnies hopped pass, no bugs crawled around, no plants were growing, nothing lived in this area. Whatever destroyed this area didn't die with it. . . feels as if it was against nature, like it grew stronger with time. The only thing that betrayed the destoyer's existence was the stench that made me throw up, you could smell the bodies and the life. It was as if the smell had been bottled and preserved over the years.

I walked into the barren land preparing for some unforseen danger but nothing appeared, nothing jumped out. The only thing that caught me by surprise was the welcome sign, it was as if no one had ever touched it.

Welcome to the town of Afern.

Welcome I thought . . . . to the home you've never known.

It's been a while. Too much time has passed since I last saw everybody. Heck, it's been a while since I've seen anyone. I need to stop training, need to get a life again. Everyone must be going through hell, or be in it.

This forest has been my home for so long that I wouldn't know how the world is living right now. I will go back, and everything will continue. Everything except my brother's life...

it's been a while!
(opened a facebook, so, posting from a new place lol)
wondering why no-one writes on here anymore lol
anyway!

after the... incident with the german thing, we decided to make a start on the list.
first up... abdiel.

(Its been awhile guys and gals but I'm back, hopefully you guys will be able to post as well.)

*Knock**Knock**Knock* Could be heard as knuckles rasped against a door frame. A knock, what could ever be so sinister as a soft bang on a flat wooden surface. But then the action is never the sinister aspect of things is it? The person who stands behind that door, the person who performs their action, now they are the truly evil one. Sinister, manipulating, corrupt, and devoid of morality the one who stood this door was all of these things and more. Vengeful and full of nothing but spite he had become desperate, his last shred of sanity left as the last power that made him special was drained from his body. All he wanted was the sweet embrace of such a power, was this simply a wave of depression or a broken childhood? No this man had suffered and felt so much more then depression in truth it was addiction. A craving created because of the thing that originally made him "special." Like all addiction's though it is never as simply as quitting suddenly, no this did nothing but leave a empty hole within him that grew and grew trying to find the thing it had relied on in the first place.

So now the situation comes back in view. Their was a click and the peeking of an eye through the hole in the door. What this eye peered at though was nothing but a visage, a wolf in sheep's clothing. A man stood behind this door, a baseball cap on his pulled down to block his face, he wore what looked to be an plumbing outfit and held a toolbox within his right hand. The woman called to him through the door, never blinking as if even a millisecond would reveal something about him to her.

Woman
"Who are you? What do you want!"

The man called back still refusing to lift his head enough as to let her see his face. He needed it hidden so that this could work as he had already planned.

Man
"I'm here to fix the pipes. Your supervisor called me about a leak."

He had hoped this excuse would at least allow him to get his foot in the door. He knew the woman was isolated from the other within her building and hoped she would think nothing more than that her supervisor had forgot to inform her of his arrival. After a moment of silence the woman spoke again, her voice held an anxious tone as if she wanted to be rid of him quickly.

Woman
"How come I wasn't informed of any leaks?"

The man realized that his ploy was working, this comment was an opening, now it was up to him to widen this opening.

Man
"Lady I don't know why your supervisor forgot to inform you but I've already been paid in advance so if I don't do this now I don't mind coming back in a week or so when my schedule is free to fix your pipes after your water supply has backed up or flooded your entire room! I'm not the one who will have to explain to their supervisor why they didn't let the hired professional do his job before the building has to be repaired for severe water damage!"

Acting. What a wondrous tool with so many more uses than just entertainment. The man had practiced and practiced what to say just in case the situation didn't go as planned. In fact so prepared was he that he had even gone over an alias and background if asked. He felt a grin etch slowly across his face as the woman answered back. Her response as hesitant as the last.

Woman
"Fine, I'll let you in but you better make it quick!"

There was another click as the slider on the other side of the hole closed and a third click as she unlocked the door to be opened. Now the man lifted his head enough so his face entered the limelight, the dark green eyes gleamed as that toothy grin etched wider. A thought crossed across this man's mind, this thought which was only six words would be the beginning of a story repeated so long ago. "And so the story begins again..."

(And now may I present the return of Jason the one and only Jason. ;) )

The door swung open and the woman waved the man in. The man walked into the small apartment that the woman called a home and glanced around. It was dirty, a mess that the woman most likely hadn't cleaned in ages. The man just couldn't understand why she would hide such a gift in isolation and shame. Now he walked with the woman into the center of what looked to be a living room, she spoke her force even more anxiety and riddled with paranoia.

Woman
"So are you going to go fix the pipes or what!"

She was obviously trying to rush him along and this blunt push for him to leave quicker only made him smirk as he reached into his toolbox and respond to her.

Man
"Well madam I wasn't completely honest with you at the door...."

He drew a wrench from his toolbox and before she could figure out what was about to happen he smacked the wrench across the side of her head. This caused her to collapse and lose consiousness.

*Continuing*
"....I've actually come for a problem much more personal."

Now he kneeled over and checked her breathing. He could hear it, "Excellent!", he thought as he took hold of her body and dragged it over to a chair which he placed it on. He then began to search around the house for some rope or something somewhat close. The closest he came across were a couple of towels which he felt would work well enough. He brought them back to the room in which he had left the girl and began to roll them up before tying her up to the chair. He placed her hands through two seperate openings that were apart of the chair's design.

He then kneeled down and began to tie her legs up together, tying the legs together at the shins and the thighs. From their he went back and tightened all the knots before standing back to examine his handy work, taking a seat in another chair facing her well he awaited her awakening. He spoke to the unconcious woman sitting in front of him.

"Tick Tock, Tick Tock. Wake up, I have need of the gift you've been hiding for so long."

As I walked through the town I was careful not to touch anything I needed no recollection of a whole town of people being murdered by me and my siblings. I had to find my house though, and without using that ability I had actually no idea where it stood. I doubt that I would feel that emotional tug to a long lost memory, that just wasn't my style. I had onlyl ever felt real true emotion with one person, and he was long gone maybe, even dead.

When I closed my eyes I could feel their fear, we were powerful compared to humans they feared us even before we turned on them. And now we proved that they had a right. I walked passed a mailbox that seemed unnaturally fine, I gave in and grabbed the handle. A huge mistake.

Of course I went through the basic history the birth if the mailbox, the trips in the factory, the trip to its present position but then after that the terror began there was screaming, fire, lightning, explosions and much more. The pain, the suffering, the elation when they died, it was . . . . epic. I could still cause this type of harm but on a different level, who had we been before where were we all now.

When it stopped, I was drained I opened the mailbox and there was a letter. I pulled it out, it was a red envelope with a ridiculously neat script on the outside.

It was addressed to me.