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 Universo alternativo donde Lan Wangji decide quedarse con Wei Wuxian en Yiling. ¿Como reaccionará el Patriarca? 

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 Esta es una historia corta de no mas de 2500 palabras de un What if..? hipotético donde el "Happy Ending" llega desde antes.(ponele) Se de otras personas que hicieron fanfics con la misma temática, solo este es mi perspectiva del tema y de como me imagino yo que hubieran ocurrido los acontecimientos.

 No hay contenido explicito, solo la bocota de Wei Ying que nunca se calla jaja. 

Está claro que ni los personajes ni la ambientación me pertenece, esto solo es un fanfics de fan para fans, así que disfruten de la historia por favor <3. 

Todos los créditos son para la autora original Mo Xiang Tong Xiu.

(La imagen de la portada no es mía, yo solo le puse el titulo)

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Change of Pace

Prompt: Individual desire to overcome obstacles

She had always enjoyed the sound of heartbeats. Badum, badum, beating for reasons that are sometimes exciting, sensible, and overall incomprehensible. She never touched a person to try though, not even towards the people that birthed her, maybe once before she knew how to stand up and talk as a ‘small little one,’ but those memories were far too gone in the past for her to go to even reminisce about it.

The splashes of the pitter-patter rain on her feet tickled her senses, instinctively curling herself up as if in an attempt to mooch as much warmth as she could.

“Are you alright?” A voice said. Blinking at the lack of weight of rain drops, curiously, she found herself looking up, wondering at what had happened.

Above her was a transparent dome-like object, held up with a pole connecting in the middle. How odd, she thought, her eyes looking to the person holding the dome-thing up next. A man, wearing a suit, kneeling in front of where she sat. “Do you want to come with me? The rain won’t be stopping anytime soon.” His words tumbled naturally and kindly she was nodding before she realized, thinking of thick blankets under her made her heart flutter, warming her belly, letting herself be picked up without question.

Once there, with the door closed she was put on a couch, the man going off to “get something, make yourself at home.” Shifting her position to be more comfortable, she waited, her eyes wandering from picture to picture hanging on the wall, hearing the sound of footsteps still far away.

One was a dog, the sun rays lighting him on the side as he caught a circle-like thing on the air. She can see the light in the dog’s eyes, the enjoyment so transparent it made her smile. Next was a hand--not like the man though, it looked thinner and paler--adorned in coloured shiny rocks. Not like the first one the picture was more stoic, maybe made to be pretty but nothing more underlying than that. But the last one took her attention, so much that she vaguely registered the blanket she had been looking forward to and the man calling her out.

“Oh, That one? I took that before, before a thing.” Realizing that he was talking about the picture, she turned and listened, seeing the man curling his lips as if hiding his amusement. The picture was the silhouette of a large ladder, holding two people up. One of them that was above looked curled up, as if fearing for his life. Another below the first one seemed eager to go up. She hummed, her heart whirling in wonder and she felt that she’s not the only one if the smile on the man was saying something.

“I was in a city, on a break from work, and one of the communities were working on making the largest pole to exist and to climb--almost like a leap of faith, though your mind and body is your faith to climb rather than just your feet to jump,” he continued, almost finished in rubbing her body dry and sitting himself beside her. “Some people were attempting and I volunteered to take a picture to advertise it for free. That picture didn’t make it since that wasn’t what they were looking for but I kept it and put it up. Though I’m not sure why I did it exactly.”

Instead of feeling her curiosity quenched, it peaked, silently but brimming with questions as she looked straight to his eyes. The stare continued for moments before he hesitantly looked away, pausing to the picture. “Leap of faith, huh…” he murmured under his breath, but she can hear it though she went closer, under his shoulders to his lap. That earned his attention, but instead of the soft expression he would show her his look was flat--his mouth slackened too low and his shoulders hunched too much especially for his tall height.

She waited, the beating in her heart wavered but she resisted. For some reason, she has to know. If ever does she have a reason besides a feeling, it was the face of the man that helped her that made her think that she, too, could repay the gratitude by this. Finally, maybe he saw her conviction or another reason altogether he spoked. “I’m the type of person that doesn’t enjoy changes much, because of that it was difficult to keep up at times. I tried to get used to it, what I got was a job from my first internship at a company. It lasted me until months later.”

“I.. noticed that the employers and the work were more harsh starting last year. I didn’t know why so I continued on my work, ignoring the elephant in the room and went on my way. It was good since some of my jobs required travelling to different places all over the country so I was spared for the most part. One of the younger employees tried to find out why though, and maybe he was so close that--that I didn’t see him the next day when he was called by the higher-ups. We knew him and what he was doing so the mood became worse.”

“I thought, ‘Wow, what a leap of faith guy.’ I’m not sure why, even now, but after I took a picture of that thing I felt invincible, doing the same thing that guy did afterwards and got myself fired. But this time I spread some gossip before I went out and slammed the door.” Suddenly, he chuckled, ruffling her hair. “It’s been a while since that happened so I forgot it in favour of bills and stress. Just a secret between us though, I still hope that the company will change or be bankrupt.”

The beating became more audible, drowned under another beat--stronger and firmer badum, badum--that she cuddled on his chest to hear it more. “Aren’t you cute, you little guy--or girl I’m not sure.” He paused, as if contemplating something. “How about I call you Pace? Ace? You like that better than Pace?”

He smiled, his face lighting up like the dog in the first picture that she can’t help but go along. “Then Ace,” he concluded.

The pelting rain out wasn't lighting up, her ears could confirm it even if the curtains covered the window. But unlike when she would curl up be herself to scavenge whatever comfort she could have despite the flimsy roof before, she curled to the man her mind drowsy that she didn’t quite catch his soft words before she slept.

“Who knew a change of pace could make me remember that I didn’t mind change more than I thought.”

How Unfortunate

As the man gazes his sight above, he reminisces the sky with It's shades of blues turning dark.

A sigh escapes his lips as he continue forward at a leisure pace, nor fast or slow.

His eyes goes downwards showing eyes from sleepless nights. His back hunched, and the suit hooked on his arm slightly kisses the ground.

He murmured under his breath, you can faintly hear complaints after complaints aimed to possibly the culprit of his disheveled appearance.

Finally finishing his gibberish he turns his head casually, noticing that he's the only one causing the sounds of footsteps.

It registers, he paused at his tracks, but move again as if that stop was just a flick of imagination. His exterior is as usual, tired and impassive, but the same can't be said to the man’s eyes darting frantically on every directions.

The street’s quietness and the man’s state gave a delicate air, that a gentle breeze and a lamps flicker can even make the already anxious (though not obvious) man, show more outside.

Step..

Step.

Step..

His body twitches, pace goes fast to slow constantly. Finally as if the man decided something he closed his eyes, opens them again. Calmer pupils showed and the steps were more close to the original.

The aura became more lazy, less strained. Almost covering from his previous actions.

Almost.

A hooded entity enters, walking oppositely to where it came from. Only the build gave away the entity's gender, a male. He wore a long leathery coat, every outfit were only colored black. His face, or rather his eyes were covered by his hat, shaded just like the rest. It's a wonder how he hasn't even broken a sweat from the warm night.

The man froze, sensing the ominous presence. His breath hitched, eyes widen as he secretly took a glance of the hooded person. His head goes down unnaturally, not even resuming the walk, and reluctant to even take a slide step.

Step..

Step..

Step..

Cold sweat began to form, his breath circulates like heartbeats. Sweat dripping from the forehead to the man's jaws at a fast rate.

The man's eyes were covered by his hair, his hand clutches where the heart is, perhaps an attempt to calm his state.

The hooded man didn't batted an eyelid, walking casually as if a man breaking down was of a normal occurrence.

Step..

Step..

Step..

The man did everything, from trying to raise his head and foot, to coughing out a noise. anything to snap out of his state, his body ignored his commands.

Step..

Step..

Step..

The hooded person was nearing, closer and closer by inch to inch.

The man stopped his attempts, maybe giving up.

Step..

Step..

Step..

The hooded man was now there, side by side with the man and stopped.

He leaned close to the man's face, closing in to his ears.

He spoke at a low pitch, but it was as clear. He whispered;

“My condolences.“

The man's shoulders turned rigid and tensed.

The hooded man left, his steps were more quieter.

A moment passed, he let out a breath, barely acknowledging that he was holding one. The man's legs wiggled. He used the wall right next to him and propped himself with his side, struggling to keep himself steady.

He breathed, in and out continuously.

He spoke under his breath, none of the words were understandable. His eyes morphed slowly, the already open wide turned impossibly big. He turns--

A crack echoed on the street.

The man's body limped, falling like a ragdoll. Bones cracking were heard, loud and clear.

Red liquid came out, oozing smells like coppers.

No one noticed until the next day.

••••••••••

Question.

How did the man died? Why was no one there?

Hint: Superpowers exist.

Homecoming

So there’s this girl that I used to play with years ago–call her Jennifer. Like lots of cunts eventually do, Jennifer eventually decided that the time in her life when she was going to explore filthy, disgusting sex was over. She wanted to find a nice boy and settle down. And so she did. But the thing about Jennifer–the thing about cunts like Jennifer, really–is that they don’t want nice boys. They just want to want nice boys.

I think it’s a simple truth that you can only fight your nature for so long. So I wasn’t totally surprised when, about six months ago, maybe halfway into the pandemic, Jennifer started texting me again. It had been about two years since we had ended things, and she’d been seeing somebody nice and vanilla for more than a year of that time. He loved her, she said. He was nice to her. But whenever they were finished having sex, she always excused herself to the bathroom, laid down on the floor with her face near the base of the toilet, and rubbed to orgasm thinking about what I used to do to her.

She thought about how I used to invite a couple of friends over and we’d all brutally fuck her ass. How we made her clean our cocks out of her ass, laughed and called her a shit-licking cunt and a toilet-mouth slut. How I’d make her crawl around the living room naked while we watched the game. How everybody would make her get them beers. (”Get them beers”: we’d make her crawl to the fridge, shove the bottles in her cunt, and then crawl back to us like that. We’d laugh as we pulled the cold bottles out of her wet hole, and then we’d spank her or finger her asshole for a second while she begged for an orgasm we never gave her.) She thought about how we’d make her lick the spit out of the palms of our hands. About how may cocks she sucked for me. (Dozens, easily.) About how I’d made her drink my piss while my friends made videos of it on their phones to jerk off to later. About how I’d make videos of her masturbating and telling me her most disgusting fantasies, and then send those videos out as invitations to our little parties.

She’d tried, she said. But she couldn’t do it. And…would I ever think about taking her back? She’d leave her boyfriend tomorrow, she told me, one hand on her cunt, to be my on-call side bitch. I told her I wasn’t really interested. But she persisted. And I mean for months. Her begging. Sending me pictures and audio files. Telling me all the things she’d do for me. Disgusting things. Horrible fucking cunt things. Me ignoring her. Telling her that I’d moved on. Her begging harder. Sending even more disgusting pictures and audio files. Promising to do even worse things for me. The worst things you can imagine. Worse than that.

Finally I broke down. I told her I’d consider taking her back, but she was going to have to earn it. She said she’d do anything. So I told her that she and her boyfriend should get a hotel room at a particular hotel near my place. She should pay for it and give it to him like a present–a “romantic getaway”. She should imply that there would be lots of fucking on this getaway. She should text me when they arrived. While I was on my way, she should tell him to step out on the balcony and enjoy the view of the city while she got changed into something hot. When he was out there, she should lock the door and wait for me to show up. She could lie on the bed and edge her cunt while he watched thinking about what was about to happen, but she couldn’t let him back in.

When I knocked on the door of their hotel room, she opened the door to the room, dressed in sexy, see-through black lingerie, her panties pulled to one side to expose her wet hole. The whole room smelled like cunt. I laughed, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back into the room.

I looked her boyfriend right in the eye through the glass door, smiled, and slapped Jennifer in the face as hard as I could. He started banging on the sliding glass door with his fists. She reeled, moaned, and leaned down to kiss my foot. As she licked and groaned with pleasure, I looked at him again and laughed. She looked up at me, her eyes worshipful. I spit in her face. She gave my foot another kiss. “I missed you, Sir,” she said. “You’re my king.”

“I know stupid,” I said. I reached down and ripped her lingerie until it was hanging off her like a rag. I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face into the window so she was looking right at her boyfriend. Then I stuck two of my fingers in her ass. She squealed. I leaned over and whispered into her ear what I wanted her to say to him. She started talking.

She told him that she couldn’t ever really love him. That she was sorry for what she was. Then she begged me to fuck her ass while he watched. To hurt her. I jammed her face against the window harder, reached down to pull my cock out, and pushed into her. She screamed. I started to pound her now-tight hole and I talked to her about the old days, loudly enough for her boyfriend to hear every word. I told her about how my friends missed our anal gangbang cunt. She begged me to call them again. She looked right into her boyfriend’s eyes and told me that she’d do anything if I’d call them again. She told me that to prove her devotion, she’d even beg her loser boyfriend to take her back. She stopped talking to spit right at his face. Her spit landed on the glass. I laughed. Then she continued. She’d beg so hard and so persistently that he would take her back, she said, eventually, and then she’d beg him to marry her. She’d pretend he was her king. She’d convince him. Then, on their wedding night, she’d let my friends come into their honeymoon suite, tie him up, gangbang her, and cover her wedding dress with piss.

I pulled out of her ass and jacked off onto her face. Wiped my cock clean in her hair. Then I pulled her old collar out of my pocket, snapped it back around her neck, and attached her leash. She kicked off the tattered remains of her lingerie. I put my jacket on her so she wouldn’t be completely naked as I walked her to the car. We left the rest of her things in the hotel room and walked out the door, her following me on the leash, shoeless, collared, and almost naked, my cum leaking down her leg. Her boyfriend still on the balcony. For housekeeping to let in, I guess. I never did find out.

One evening my girlfriend explained to me laying on our sofa, that she isn’t satisfied with just one guy. I first was surprized but excited. I asked her why and if she was into threesomes but she refused. Finally she confessed it actually was quite nice having sex with me but that’s it. She needs more, she said.

I admitted that I never had in mind to restrict her liberties and suggested to register again on tinder, the plattform were we had met. She opened her app sitting next to me and she still had her profile – with alot of matches showing up. I wasn’t mad but hella impressed so I agreed that she could pick one guy to start and see if she can get laid. Uhm, she chose an older guy and messaged him the whole evening long. The date was set on the next evening for dinner.

So the next afternoon we went shopping and I bought her a new summer dress. She looked amazing and we had an awesome afternoon. We even ordered a prosecco outside of a café and got drunk before she left for our place. I kissed her and wished her good luck as I stayed in the café waiting for her message to come home too. Half an hour later, one minute before her appointment, I already got a message containing three pictures of her stating she was already all wet and so excited. I was so proud of her being my girlfriend and I was sure that he couldn’t control himself when she opened our door in that cute little dress and that she would get laid that night. Do you think she got fucked good?

My new tinder date will be here any minute!! Do you think I’ll get laid??

Killer on the Boat

"Have you caught a good one yet?" I asked, as I felt a tug on my fishing line.

"Come on, Aria, what do you expect? We'd be lucky to find two good fish in a week," Emmy replied.

I pulled up my fishing line. I looked at it, observing the tumor on its back with nearly no emotion. I saw fish like that all the time now, ever since the radioactivity from the bombs had spread to the lake just a few miles from camp. I held it behind my back and turned to Emmy.

"Guess where," I asked, starting a game we invented to guess where the next tumor on our fish would be. It made it a little easier to pretend like the infected animals weren't living, breathing creatures whose lives were affected by our actions.

"Mouth?" Emmy replied uncertainly.

I shook my head and brought out the fish. She gasped and wrung her delicate little fingers. I sighed. She could be so dramatic sometimes.  I turned away to stare at the waves for a while, then threw the fish back into the water, watching it sluggishly swim away. I turned back, and I saw the brim of a black cloak and felt the impact of hard, sturdy hands before I found myself falling through air, feeling the rush of wind between my fingers.

Somewhere in my subconscious, I thought, really?, just beginning to process what had just happened. Someone had tried to push me over the fishing boat into the water, theoretically to injure or kill me. Hah, I thought. I curved my body into a graceful dive and sliced through the air, disappearing into the deep water with barely a splash.

I had never been in this river before, mainly because of the sharp stones that never seemed to erode, and the whitewater rapids and small waterfalls that would pocket its otherwise smooth and calm surface. Thankfully, I landed in a calm spot, but I was drifting away fast.

 "Emmy!" I shouted.

"I'll throw you a live preserver!" she shouted back, almost too faint for me to hear. Even though I was in mortal danger, I found myself aware of  how amusingly theatrical the whole business was, just like those archaic 21st century movies mom liked. I caught the white ring and held on while Emmy tried to pull me back up and shouted for help.

Back on the ship, I sat in the sun and tried to dry my clothes the best I could before we had to head back to the forest. My mom would be worried if she found out if I had fallen into the water, even though the water itself wasn't radioactive. She was over concerned about these kinds of health issues even before the war started, and when it did, she whisked us away to a faraway neutral island that had been recently discovered to wait out the warfare. Little did she know that we would be one of the few hundred people left on the face of the Earth. Something like that had happened to almost everyone in camp. It was sad to see how much devastation World War III had caused. Emmy’s voice entered my conscious hearing as I resurfaced from my long-winded thoughts. "What even happened? You don’t seem like the type to fall off a boat,” she added hastily, as if she was afraid I’d take offense to her unsaid accusation.

“I think someone pushed me over the edge, but I’m really not sure. I think it was an accident,” I told her, trying not to give her any information that would cause her to jump to conclusions. I failed.

“There could be a killer on the loose! We have to find them before they can kill anyone else!” Emma squealed almost excitedly, forever the dark optimist. She could handle murderers in a small enclosed space with her, but not some ugly looking fish. Go figure. 

I didn’t bother contradicting her. It was better to go along with her assumptions. There were still a few hours of time before we had to go back to camp, we weren’t allowed to fish anymore today. It seemed like a good way to pass time, I figured. There was no one else on the deck at that time, so I began with a list of suspects.

“Who could have tried to push me off the boat for a personal motive?” I asked Emmy, since she had been here longer than I had and knew most of the people really well.

“Well, there’s Billy, and Valerie, and Dorin, and Brad, and that rude chef with a big knife, Trod-something,” she said, counting them off on her fingers.

“Anyone who was in the area at the time of the incident, or someone that I, oh, I don’t know, possibly ever interacted with me and had a reason to attempt murder?”

“Eh, no not really, unless you’re planning to suspect me. I was kinda busy thinking about that horrible fish you’d shown me, so I wasn’t paying that much attention to the other people on fishing duty,” she said sheepishly.

I sighed and buried my head in my hands. Well, this wasn’t actually a murder anyway, most likely, I tried to convince myself. But still, I conceded, if it was, this was a big problem for us all. I was pretty sure I had felt that push into the water, and the railings were quite high. My mind began to whir. There were plenty of people on this ship who might have had something against me, since we were all from different places which had been fighting against each other during the war. There were many people who hated each other for being part of the enemy country, maybe even to the point of murder. I was from America, and America had plenty of enemies, so many I could barely count them all. 

I decided to drop this theory for a while, and instead look at people I might have personally offended. I was relatively new here, so there weren’t that many enemies I had made, but there was this small group of girls that I had tried to befriend first coming here, but they were obviously the last people I should have tried to get along with. It was absolutely horrible. 

“What are you guys doing?” I had asked, watching them stare at the water.

“Oh, we’re just waiting.” they replied enigmatically.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked, trying to stay polite. 

They whispered amongst each other.

“Should we tell he-”

“No! What are we stupid?”

“Maybe we can do her next…”

They turned back to me, the leader of the group flipping her bright pink hair and clicking her heels.

“So we have this, like, thing, where we give someone a dare, and like, today it was Raya. Oh. My. God. She was so annoying I just couldn’t stand her face. We told her to go take a swim in the water, and she downright refused. To me. So we pushed her. It was so much fun.” She giggled girlishly. At that point, I tuned her out and looked at the other girls, who looked just as cruel and traitorous.

“Doesn’t she remind you of Raya? Such a wannabe,” one of them whispered.

My face burned, and I began to storm out. Just as I did, I felt Annoying Leader Girl’s obnoxiously hot pink nails dig into my back.

“Don’t you dare tell anyone else about this, or there’ll be hell to pay.” she said, glaring at me with such intensity I wanted to melt into a puddle of radioactive mush right there and then. I nodded, and she let go of my shoulder.

She flapped her hand, twisting her face into a disgusted expression for the amusement of her disciples, as if she was trying to get the dirty germs off. She flipped her hair and put on a wide smile, like a great white shark.

“Great. By the way, my name’s Sophie!” and went back to her clique.

Later I found out that Raya had nearly died, but some kind passengers had jumped in and dragged her to shore.

I crinkled my nose at the memory. 

“There is one person,” I told Emmy.

“How did you not remember this earlier?” Emmy asked in exasperation, leaning against the railing even though I had told her not to thousands of times. She loved being the dangerous, risk-taking detective, even if the only risk she was taking was leaning against a creaky railing.

“Well, it was as soon as I had come to camp, and right after getting off the boat, I saw you with that missing dog of yours and I  had forgotten about her until now,” I said, smiling at the memory. I had found Emmy at camp, right after I departed the ship and encountered the Special Sophie Society. She had been searching frantically for her pet dog, which we had eventually found soaking wet after a dip in the creek, clinging to a piece of driftwood and licking it as if it had the most expensive red wine splattered across it. 

“Fair enough,” she giggled, also, evidently, remembering the memory.

Her smile turned a bit wistful. She had to have the dog put down when he became too much to care for.

“So, do you think Sophie would have done it?” I asked her, trying to change the topic before she erupted into another fit of tears.

“I guess she could have been the murderer, but that would be no fun. Can’t we have a proper mystery for once? With clues, and a thrilling car chase? ” 

“First, we have to make sure it really is her. Don’t get your hopes down just yet,” I told her, not believing the words that were coming out of my mouth. Wow, she must have been rubbing off on me.

“WERE YOU THE ONE WHO PUSHED MY BEST FRIEND OVERBOARD, YOU MEANIE?” Emmy asked Sophie, leaning forward with her hands on her hips in just about the most imposing stance in the history of the world. Emmy could be terrifying if she wanted to be.

Sophie didn’t even bother to cower in fear. She checked her nails, cleaning out small specks of seaweed. 

“Ew. No. Why would I bother with, like, her?” shaking her head at the thought. She had obviously heard of my big ‘falling overboard’ story, almost everyone on board had.

Emmy brightened. She started to bounce on the balls of her toes, her hands clasped together. I tugged her down just as a maniacal grin began to spread on her face.

“ It could still be her,” I whispered.

She regained her common sense.

“Prove it.” she said, more of a statement than a plea.

“Well, you can ask, like, literally anyone with me. I was in the spa room all day long, getting myself a seaweed wrap.” she said, calling over a tall, dark haired girl as her witness.

I waved her away, turning to Emmy.

“We should go ask the workers,” I said. The spa was basically just a place where all the fancy rich kids, or some people looking to try something new,  would go to have their nails filed by some small children looking for a cent or two. The seaweed wrap Sophie was talking about involved covering your arms and legs with seaweed, staying like that for half a day, and then trying not to scream when you got it all off and saw how slimy everything was. I spoke, regretfully, from personal experience.

“Sure! Oh, this is going to be so much fun.” Emmy said, skipping towards the door. 

Sophie performed another extraordinarily flappy hair flip, exaggerated her rolling eyes, and left the room.

We picked our way through the hoards of people on board towards the main deck, where the chairs were set up for the day. Nobody seemed to mind the setup, since everything else was stinky and crowded anyways, and it was so heartwarming to see the small children smile brightly when somebody walked by.

I walked to some of the kids that I knew. I had never bothered to socialize with them too much, since they were so tiny and most of their time was used up massaging people’s legs, which I surely did not want to do.

“Hey, Robby!” I waved to him.

“Hi Aria! Hope you’re feeling better after that big fall!” he replied jovially.

So he knew. This would make the job a lot easier.

“Do you remember which customers you guys were serving around that time?” I asked him.

“Um, well, I only really remember Sophie, since she was being so annoying about her customer service,” he said, the loathing in his voice extremely obvious.

“That’s all I needed to know. Thanks!” I said, trying to conceal the frown on my face. 

If it wasn’t Sophie, then who was it?

“ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS!!!!!!!!” the loudspeaker announced.

We all covered our ears.

“AHEM! Okay, I think that’s better now. Bring me my coke.” 

We cringed as his personal assistant dashed to a large box marked ‘Cap’s freezer’.

“People are reporting good fishing channels around this river. I’m going to be around here for as long as rations allow it. Word will be sent to your families, and NOBODY GETS OFF. We might want to do night shifts as well. EMMY, NO!” he said, preemptively answering Emmy’s volunteering hand.

All heads turned to Emmy.

She blushed and shrank down.

“Anyone who has been previously banned will NOT be allowed to fish on this expedition. The waters are extremely fast, and I don’t want a death on my hands.” he said.

Could he be the one who tried to push me overboard? Was he using reverse engineering now? I put him on my list of suspects.

Emmy leaned over my shoulder.

“Oohh, that’s a good one. And, he probably wants to kill everybody on this ship, pick them off, one by one, until he can venture to new lands all by himself and conquer the remaining population,” she whispered, jiggling her fingers near my face.

“Eh, why not.” I said. This whole thing was absurd anyways. Although, I didn’t suppose the captain would be so murderous.

He would keep himself a skeleton crew of servants.

I tried not to make any noise as I climbed up the stairs to the captain’s cabin. He was truly a horrible man, who didn’t truly care much about others and wanted to take as much advantage of his position as he could, taking all the prime food and electricity from our few solar grids to power the only iPad on the base, which, coincidentally, belonged to him. He was super self-obsessed, flashing a “handsome” grin at everyone he passed and wearing what he considered “fashionable”, but actually made him look like he was wearing a blanket of whale skin. He was only elected captain because fishing was essential and he was the sole person who vaguely knew how to work a boat. Of course, we could have fished ashore, but there were too many rocks and not enough opportunities or ground space, and the only fish stupid enough to wander around the jagged rocks were the radioactive ones.

I was extremely nervous about what I was going to say to the captain, so I began to rehearse it all in my head before I had to actually say anything. I considered starting off with regular conversation and then hinting at my accident, but the doorway appeared too soon and I began to consider stopping and turning back.

Emmy would have murdered me, so I forged forward.

The door was open, so I stepped through it nervously, hoping both that the captain was present so I could get this over with, and hoping he was somewhere else so I could have more time to overthink this.

“Ah! If it isn’t for our very own on-board daredevil!” he exclaimed, spreading his arms wide and smiling to reveal his pearly whites.

“What?”

“That little stunt you pulled, jumping into the water. Oh, it was dangerous, but it reminds me just of how I used to act in the good old days,” he told me with a reminiscent smile on his face.

“Um…”

I slowly backed out of the room.

“So, you were here to see me?” he asked me, raising his eyebrows suspiciously.

“Yes,”

“Well then, what for?”

“I just wanted to check out an, um, an, um, estimate, of how long, um, we will be… staying here!” I said, hoping he wouldn’t see through my lie and also scanning his monologue on the announcer to check whether he had already given one.

“Oh, well, I’m not really sure, but I’m confident that we will find some good fish soon!” he said, and I practically melted with relief as my spine relaxed and I sauntered out of the room, feeling like the queen of the world.

I wasn’t sure what to make of the conversation I had just had, but it seemed that the captain absolutely did not want anyone to think that this was something intentional, since it would spoil the reputation of his boat. He also, apparently, thought I was five.

It could also just be that he thought I was feeling hot and wanted a dip in the lake. 

Obviously, the rumor had twisted quite a bit as it traveled throughout the boat.

Still, the captain was not to be taken lightly after today’s events.

I immediately went to Emmy and reported my findings. 

She decided to begin writing a book about our recent adventures. 

Of course, running around with Emmy wasn’t the only thing I did on the boat. When I returned to my room, I found one of my other friends waiting on my bed for me.

“Hi Aria!” she said. She was the ‘bright and bubbly’ kind of person, the person you’d go to for book recommendations and the kind of person who always got A++++s at school on every test. At least, for the moment. She changed her personality every week. Last week, it was ‘super sassy’ and I could barely stand her. 

“Glad we got past last week,” she said with a smile.

“I was definitely avoiding you on purpose,” I admitted.

“I know. TBH, I kind of hated myself. But hey, I picked out the personality,” she said, shrugging while I marveled at how far ‘TBH’ had come. Apparently, it was super common in the olden times, but now people only used it when they were being uber personal.

“Are you okay after your, like, fall on the boat?” she asked.

My eyes widened. Had Kelly been the one? I dismissed the thought, but it still haunted the back of my mind. If she could have done it, I reasoned, even Emmy could have been the murderer.

“Yeah. Just a bit rattled,” I added, to make it look like I wasn’t just trying to act tough.

“Cool. I just came by to see whether you wanted to go get some snacks. I can’t stand the thought of going to that horrible place alone.”

“Maybe later. I’m kind of busy right now,” I said. I didn’t want to involve her in our investigation, since the less people involved, the easier and faster solving the whole thing would be.

A while later, I decided that I should  go and check out the food rations with Emmy, to get a feel for how long we’d be here.

“Come on, I want to see if the captain really does have enough time to kill us all slowly and not have to return to shore until he’s satisfied,” I said to Emmy.

She smiled and ran to the supply room, which was supposed to be off-limits.

I was scared to death of being caught. I slowly tiptoed towards the third door on the hallway, wincing at every creak of the rotten old floorboards. A waiter made his way down the hall.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Why is there so much stuff?”

“WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE AT THE HANDS OF THE CAPTAIN!!”

“How come they don’t give us any of the canned chicken?”

It was basically the two of us in an enormous, gargantuan, so-many-supplies-I-don’t-have-any-words room filled to the brim with non-perishable food.

We were doomed.

If, that is, the captain was evil. 

It all could also be a big mistake and some random person was actually the psychopathic murderer who thought I looked like a good practice suspect for a larger murder, like the murder of the president of a country nobody has ever heard of, like, Nauru or something. He was actually staying at our base, so that was a possible theory. I decided to drop the captain lead, since that just made me more depressed, but I didn’t cross it off my suspect list.

Emmy politely excused herself to the bathroom, where I heard a hoard of gagging sounds and fearful sobbing.

I left upstairs to see what I could do. I heard the bathroom door open, but I decided to give Emmy some alone time. 

Stretching out on a lounge chair, I opened my newest book savoring the feel of a fresh new page.

I started on page one.

I was on page 467 when I heard a scream echo in the distance.

I raced to the dining room, where the sound seemed to have originated. Where was Emmy when I needed her? I could totally use her mood lightening commentary right now,  since my brain was already cooking up worst-case scenarios for everything. 

The boat was generally a quiet place, and there was never any commotion, save for the recent events and the Special Sophie Society disaster.

My feet skid on the old wood as I screeched to a halt in the doorway of the mess hall. They tried to maintain the dignity of the little food we had to eat, but nobody really bothered to keep decorum. It was a disaster, people talking to each other so loudly that I could barely hear myself think, some old, moldy food on the ground being carried away by a team of ants, and small children spilling water everywhere. I tried to identify who had screeched, but I couldn’t figure it out.

Then I saw the cluster of people around a young boy in a bright blue shirt.

He seemed to be telling everyone about something horrible that had just happened. He was around eight, just four years younger than I was.

I walked closer to the huddle.

“And then, that mean kid over there-”

“Which mean kid?” I interrupted.

“That one.” he said, pointing to the kitchen.

He frowned.

“Huh, she’s gone.” he said. He swiveled his head around, reminding me uncomfortably of a snowy owl with his blond hair whipping around, but couldn’t seem to spot her.

“That’s okay, tell me if you see her again,” I said.

I gave him a go on motion.

“Yeah, okay, so, then she came up to me and,” he shuddered, “she had a big fat butcher’s knife and she had me cornered while I was on kitchen volunteering duty, and then she tried to carve me up like a big fat hunk of beef. I screamed as loud as I could, ducked under her, and bolted. I heard a loud clatter, so I think she might have dropped the knife and fled from the scene as well,” he said. He sounded pretty smart, but this was concerning news. I now knew that this killer was a girl, and I didn’t even know if the murder attempts were by the same people or representatives of some evil cult. The worrying part was, this was clearly not a mistake. Someone had truly evil intent in their hearts. The killer would strike again soon, I knew it, but I didn’t know how soon. 

“Did you get a good look at her face?” I asked, hoping desperately that he did. 

“Kind of ish?” he said.

I sighed.

Suddenly, Emmy came up to the group. I ran over and hugged her.

“Okay, come on. The murderer struck again!” I whispered into her ear.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of Kelly in the background.

I let go of Emmy and tried to turn to talk to her, but she turned sharply and exited.

She was really looking suspicious now. 

“I have a friend named Kelly, I think she might have done something. I haven’t been spending that much time with her recently, and maybe she had a grudge against the little kid or something,” I said to her, already leading the way to Kelly’s cabin.

“I don’t think-” Emmy said, looking uncharacteristically embarrassed.

“Yes you do. Come on,” I whined, tugging her sleeve.

We pushed the door open and found her crying on the bed.

“See what I mean?” Emmy whispered.

Kelly looked up.

“Just go away.” 

We obliged.

“Wait, why did we just rule her out like that?” Emmy asked as she followed me down the hall.

“Ah, see, but we didn’t just rule her out,” I told her smugly.

I took an assured right turn and arrived at what I thought was the right cabin area.

“I’ve been asking around a bit while you were in the shower, and I think this could  help us come further in our investigation.”

I opened the door and saw the young boy again sitting on his UFO-themed bed.

“Hi!” he said.

“I didn’t catch your name in the dining hall earlier, I just wanted to ask a few questions about what had happened. I think that someone might have tried to push me overboard too.” I said.

“Oh. My name’s Evan,” he said, not sure how to continue.

“Okay, I’ll take it from here. What color was the girl’s hair?” Emmy asked.

“I couldn’t really see. She had a black hoodie on, and her face was kind of shadowed.”

“Was she really tall, or super short, or what?” I broke in.

“Well, she was pretty average sized, kind of around you guys’ height”

Emmy stood a bit taller.

“Chillax, he doesn’t mean it’s one of us,” I said to her.

“Plus,” I added, “Kelly is super-short. There is no way he could confuse someone our size with her. And, I really doubt that she owns any ‘hoodies’. They’re so antique.”

“Who knows?” Emmy shrugged.

“Do you think you can remember anything else that might help identify her?” I said, turning back to Evan.

“No… But are you guys trying to find the killer? Could I help?” he asked eagerly. Someone had read a few too many mystery books.

“Aren’t you worried they might strike again?” I asked him.

“Exactly! We have to catch them before they do!” he exclaimed, still excited.

I sighed. There would be no convincing this child.

“Okay, fine. But you can’t do anything dangerous, and you have to tell me,” Emmy glared at me, “-us, everything, okay?”

“Sure! Sometimes, I don’t brush my teeth at night,” he whispered.

I did a facepalm.

“Oh, like the-the-um, sure, yeah, um, okay,” he muttered.

“Mhm. So, now, let’s get started. Emmy, I want you to go to the captain again and see how he reacts to Evan’s near-death. Evan, I want you to go and make me a list of everyone that hates you, and I will go and visit all of Sophie’s friends, to see what they say to all this nonsense,”

I was so excited I was almost trembling. I’d have to start a diary soon. My life was getting so eventful, just like the audiobooks I loved to listen to.

Evan trudged off to his desk, while Emmy slowly extracted herself from the dent she made in his bed, and I marched off to my room.

First off:

Ava.

She was easily the most evil of all of Sophie’s gang. 

She. was. Absolutely. HORRIBLE.

She was the one in the purple sequin vest, that one girl at school that just thinks she owns the world.

That one girl who pretends to be her friend and then pushes the brainiac with glasses into the mud and then asks about its corrosive properties to human skin.

Her.

I walked down to the spa, where she was getting her nails glitterized, also known as putting-dirt-on-top-of-sea-gunk-on-top-of-your-nails.

“Hey Aria!” she said in a sing-songy voice as she used her free hand to adjust her immaculate ponytail.

I glared at her.

“Aren’t you going to ask me how I am after the fall?” I said in a flat voice.

“Well, you’re here, so you must be okay,” she tried innocently.

“Aren’t you curious how it happened?” I asked her.

“Why would I care?” she sounded genuinely confused now.

“Oh, I think you would if I told you someone pushed me in,”

“What?! Oh, and now you think I did it, don’t you?”

I nodded.

“Well, I didn’t. You can ask Sophie. We were all in the spa at that time, except for Mia.”

“And I believe what you say. Totally.”

“Go ask!” she nearly yelled, sounding exasperated.

“Okay, okay, chill,” I said, on the defensive now.

I knew she would expect me to go verify all this, since Sophie must have told them about my investigation and inquiries around here.

It should be fine, I figured.

I could ask around later.

But for now, she’d given me a lead.

“Emmy?” I called. I had already looked for her in the captain’s cabin and in her room, and now I was stuck wandering the deck and hallways.

“EMMY!” I shouted after a few more calls. I was beginning to get worried, and with a killer on the loose, who knew what could have happened to her. I wanted to tell her my latest theory.

Sophie had mentioned that Mia wasn’t with the Sophie Society at the time of my fall, and all I had to do now was ask around some more to see where she was when Evan was attacked. I ran to her cabin. She wasn’t there either. I went to the bathroom on each floor, checking under the stalls and peering around the walls at the rusty sinks. Nothing.

My heart began to race. She wasn’t in any of her usual hiding spots.

I ran around, asking everyone if they’d seen her. Maybe she was above deck, but that was one of the worst places to be with the fishy scent that she had always hated.

She was so scared of the murderer, the fact that we might be stuck here forever. And then, she goes missing? Something didn’t add up, and I was afraid it was staring me right in the face.

I rushed to Mia’s room.

I found a knife, a pool of blood, a lifeless body on the floor.

I screamed as the knife was pressed against my throat.

And then I was  fall

    ing

  in

to

      the

    void.

I woke to find Emmy staring at me concernedly.

I slapped her across the face.

“Shoot,” she muttered.

The golden crescent of the beloved moon hung peacefully in the ebony star dusted sky. Here, alone with the night, I could forget all of my problems, all of my duties, my regrets and mistakes, everything. I watched for I don’t know how long now but it was worth it, staying up and loosing sleep. As time slipped by, the moon sank closer and closer to the horizon. I didn’t want to but I pulled myself away from the window, feeling an awful feeling that nagged me that I was abandoning one of the only ones who listen to my problems. There were things I had to do in the morning. I carried myself off to my bed of starlight and fell into a dreamless sleep.

NEVERMIND 7

New part again. This kind of came out of one songs lyrics but it's still about same characther as other Neverminds are about. The girl is always same.

I looked a boy into eyes. His eyes sparkled like stars. They told story like the stars. But then they closed. I understood it now and I couln't do anything. Tears fall down on my cheeks. How I could have forget? Why no one had asked me that until now? Iwas terrible person. I squeezed my hands tigh. Why they did this to me? They just turned myself looking at only myself snd not surroundings. They made me selfish. And it made me unstable. I had to get out of here. Tears were cold rivers on my cheeks and they were frozen. The boy lay on the ground.

- How many you have to kill? I asked them but no one ansewred.

- I killed only one of you. What you have done? You killed innocent people! Only because of me! And then you killed my best friend and now my brother. When it's enough? A man walked front of me. He was tall and tanned.

- Only one!?! He laughed at my face.

- Nothing more!?! Salvia sparkled out of his mouth right on my face. other people inside the room laughed little bit too. I didn't look man to his eyes. I looked the boy on the ground and tried to focus the anserw he gave me. But I didn't want to come up with more tears.

- That's the funniest thing I've ever heard! He laughed. And they everyone in the room laughed. They all laughed for boy's death. Suddenly little knock echoed in the room. It was so little that it could barely hear. No one cared about it. Then a door opened other side of the room and a girl, head taller than me, walked right trought the man and turned to face him. I knew that girl. The man didn't even had a time to lay his eyes on the girl when she pucnhed him middle of his perfect face. She hit him so hard that I could hear his nose broke. Deep silnece were ripped in the whole room. it filled every corner and it grew unbearable. Then the girl spoke:

- Don't you get involved with my family because then you get involved with me. She puched the man again and again and again. No one inside that room did nothing everyone were frozed on their feet. No one did make a move expect the girl and the man. Something cut through my wrists. It hurt and I tried not to scream. My hands were just healed. But then I felt how it was cut a rope around my wrists. I pumped the man down and my sister cut his throath. Then she laughed warm familiar laugh that I have missed. Her laught was always been wild and unruly.

NEVER MIND 6

I don't know why I can't do title for this. But this is Never mind 6. Continue the other Never minds.

I loved rumors. I loved them so much thatI even told rumors about myself. When I walk along the school hallway, whispering fill that place. People whispered their friends right now and tried sneaky to wacth me walking but I felt the stares. Whispers caught to my ears with my every step I took, but I just smiled myself. People around me really didn't knew who was among them. Or what rumors was actually true. I turned myself to my locker and I opened it. Silence fell this side of the hallway. I put my books in that locker. My eyes caught an old photo of my inside of the lockerdoor. Above the photo was mirror and I looked myself into dark eyes. I sighed and closed the door. I was frightened the boy who had came behind the door. After that my reflex didn't do ant good for rumors Because I kicked him between his legs and bumped him against the lockers with my hands around his neck. I almost could here the dramatic confusion when people on the hall fell in silence and turned to look at us. The smile started to grow on my face again. Sometimes people can be just so curios. I drowned my laugh. I took my hands off around boy's neck, but I could see clearly how my nails had left beautiful neckless on him. Marks was deep but they didn't bleed. I looked at the boy and shortly smiled to him. Then I justwalked away. People can talk bullshit about me all they want, I couldn't care less anymore like I never minded talks anyway.

Nevermind 4

New part of the story Nevermind.

Should I let go? Or should I hold on? I didn’t know, because I was lost. If I hold on I would drown in the world, but everything I want or need would be right there when I need something. If I let go I would fall, but I would get freedom. I didn’t knew which one would be worse opinion. Did I wanted change thing or did I want to keep everything I already had? If I let myself fall down I would leave others behind and if I hold on they will lift me up. This might be my only change. It was yes or not. Up or down. My hands were tired. I was hanning here a lon time already. I had to make a decision, but I wanted both. I wanted to feel my bones crush and that awful feeling of flying. Same time I wanted to snuggle inside a big warm blanket right next to a fireplace watching gold flames play.

- Where are you? Voice of a call was wafted on the ground. No, finally. I thought. They found me. Now I could let go and fall all the way to the ground or wait them to lift me up from this edge. I looked up to sunny sky. There wasn’t any clouds. Now do the decision. I told myself. I took deep breath and closed my eyes strictly. I calmed my nerves as much as I could. If I wanted to let go I had to do it now, before they see me. I took a breath again. They we be okay without me, I told myself and let go of the railing I was holdong on. But right before I started to fall, hands took a firm grip on me. Grip was tight and the boy had saved me. Other boy came next to him and grabbed my other hand. They lifted me up. Away from the edge, away from the railing.

Nevermind 3

Here again just writing something but what can I do. This is just calming my nerves. This time it’s just short one.

- Wait!

- Hey girl wait for me.

I was packing my thing in my back. The girl has went to hall already but I still belive she heard me. I put a white mask and my quickly my lunch in my back. I grabbed back with me and ran after the girl. I saw couple person still wearing shoes but no one was my friend. Of course I didn’t want to be burden for my friends but someone could’ve wait for me. Everyone doesn’t have to wait me, one is enough. I took my shoes and walked to doors. My friend from the locker room turned back from a hallway and saw me but she just passed me and walked back to others. No one cared about me. I was always out of frined groups. Right before doors there was a window. When I watched throught it I saw people outside. There was all my friends. Some of them went to their cars and others just went down the street. I saw them laugh and say goodbyes. I was greatful for that I had friends but I never felt truely happy or welcome around them. I wore my shoes and went outside. I started to walk away from little worn building to home. After couple of street I saw the girl I’ve asked to wait be and I considered to go to her but then I saw that she had someone else to be with.